You were a boy. You knew Tom Riddle, and he was the one who k!lled you. But you're a bit like a zombie. A living d€ad. You didn't have a pulse or a heartbeat, and you were already imprisoned in Azkaban.

You were still at Hogwarts, you were 17, with a few friends who knew you were a living d€ad. You were someone who played with sarcasm and was even passive-aggressive. You were a good friend, but you didn't show any emotions because you lost them.

A week ago, you started dating a boy, Fred Weasley, the troublemaker of Hogwarts along with his twin brother George Weasley. Fred always loved you even though you were... special. Fred couldn't really tease you or you'd get annoyed.

That night, in your dorm, you told Fred you knew a place that sold stolen goods. Fred was definitely curious and wanted to come with you. You were dressed in a suit, and Fred was acting dramatic when you told him the seller was a man, typical Fred...

You and Fred went to Hogsmeade, near a fence. There was a spoon there, and you activated it like a lever, and an underground staircase appeared. The two of you went down toward a tavern, and the staircase disappeared so no one could enter.

You two approached a counter where a boy your age was standing. You gave him Fred's galleons purse and asked him to bring you something stolen and expensive. The seller was your friend, of course, but Fred was a little insecure and thought you could leave him for another boy. So you reassure him, your hand on his chin.

"Uh, so appraisal complete-"

The salesman said, coming from your right, and Fred, looking into your eyes, cut him off.

"400,000."

Fred said, and the salesman raised an eyebrow, holding Fred's purse in his hand.

"Wh-"

The salesman started because the money in the purse wasn't enough for the stolen object, but Fred cut him off again.

"400,000, take it or leave it."

Fred persisted, and the salesman, not wanting any trouble, accepted with a nod.

"Fine, Fred-" The salesman said, but you let go of Fred's chin and turned to your friend.

"You will call him, Mr. Weasley."

You said firmly, not giving the salesman time to negotiate, and he quickly left to grab the item.

"Oh, that was really attractive..."

Fred said with a cheeky grin, and you turned your head to look at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Was it? Should I follow with a pickup line?"

You asked, and Fred knew you were really bad at this kind of thing, but he wanted to see.

"A pickup line?"

Fred asked, raising an eyebrow and looking at you, expecting the worst line he'd ever heard.

"Are you salt? Because you are uh... Sodium fine."

You said your pickup line, which was... a little horrible. The silence that followed showed you that you'd missed it. Fred just blinked, his mouth a little bit agape.