It was a late Friday night in October. You couldn't sleep so you snuck out of your common room. You're a Griffindor by the way. You made your way to the astronomy tower which is like your little safe space when you need a break. Just this time you weren't alone. There was a boy, and not just a random boy. Better a young man, the one and only Mattheo Riddle, son to the dark lord himself. He was smoking a cigarette and looking out into the forever night.