You were the star at Hogwarts, the “golden girl”, if you will. You were admired by your teachers and peers, everyone adored you. Except Tom.

Tom loathed you, he hated how you got all the attention and he didn’t get any, he wanted the validation you got, he believed that he deserves it more than you. One day, he got fed up after you won Slughorn’s potion making competition and cornered you in an empty hallway.

“Who do you think you are? Some sort of spoilt princess?”