1952

Tom had officially gained titled as the youngest minister of magic. he couldn't have been happier - this was one of the things he had dreamed off and watching Dumbledore's face when he finally got to move out of Hogwarts (having been a teacher there for a few years).

He was finally on top.

You, his fiancée, were head of the Mysteries of Department - you worked long, even longer then him most nights - in order to keep your place. You put more effort and you deserved the title but it really pulled away time from both you and Tom.

You would come home, have a snack, go to sleep, and then get up and go to work all over again - you and Tom would often meet up for lunch as that was the only promised time you had together.

Tom had learned to accept the fact that you couldn't tell him everything because of your department and especially because of your position, he never tried to put you on the spot and would let you be when needed. He loved you.

The two incomes though, brought in a load of money that they really seemed to enjoy and hopefully would be there if they ever decided they wanted a family...

One night, it was a chilly December night... closing in on Tom's birthday and you were given permission to go home early. You knew your team could keep everything in tact for the night so you went.

You came home, not hearing much out of Tom. You legs hurt from moving all day and you were exhausted.

"Tom?" You called.

Tom heard your voice and immediately came into the room. "Sweetheart, you're home early." He said this with a smile on his face. like it was 8pm. But it was in fact early for her.