Before the oblivion and the unfaithful day that followed, Tom Riddle only remembered one thing. Myra Rowes face, close to his. Her breath smelling like candy and everything sweet, her lips looking puffy from what must be his own.

Her eyes were shining like two stars in the sky, finding his which were black as the night. "Please, do not forget me." She pleaded, hands clasping his in a tight embrace. "Only a foul would forget a girl like you." Then the emptiness followed, his mind was blank for the first time and what followed was his stupidest decision known to man.

He pushed the woman he loved away from him.

"Lord has spoken, he wants to see you." Dolohov was stone cold, his accent sluggish and at the same time harsh. The time has come, I do not know what will follow. Only thing that I know is, I will have to run.

Walking towards Tom in the study room, my hands were steady. My back was straight, head up high, what must be done is going to be done now. "You needed me." I exclaimed.

"Yes, I want you to have something." He didn't catch my eyes.

Before my lips could part to voice the question, he interrupted. "The Dark Mark, that is what I want you to have."

He wants ownership over not only my body, but over my mind.

He truly lost his mind.

"No."

He was taken back, I could see it from the way his body stiffens. His eyes fell to the ground, knowing that this would happen.

"There is going to be no discussion, you will have it." He didn't let his voice get higher, harsher or deeper. "I will not." I said, looking at the door and Dolohov standing in front of it. That stupid man, always getting in my ways.

"You do not want me to hold you down." He was threatening. This is not like him, which must leave only one thing left..."you are weak." I voiced. Every single living thing silenced in the hut. "You are weak and you can't hold me down and believe me Tom, I will not be held down long enough to get the mark." I stepped back, carefully for Dolohov not to notice.

"You can not outrun every person in here, you will be dead Rowe before you step out of this room." His eyes were bloodshot, lips in a thin line. The words that best described him now were weak and almost defeated.

"You bet."

With a swirl of my wand his hands were locked behind his back, Dolohov didn't have time to take the wand out of his pocket before he flew through the door. 3 rooms I must exit before getting to the entrance door. 10 death eaters to harm, but not kill.

"You crossed the line Myra." Tom said, still sitting.

While running away and casting spell, I somehow screamed at him. "What line have I crossed? By being fateful to you this whole time? How many men, women, children, guilty or innocent have you killed, cut, murdered, fucking butchered? And I still didn't leave you?"

Just 2 more rooms.

Another death eater feel into slumber beneath my feet.

"I will show you Tom Riddle Junior. Son of Tom Riddle muggle, son of magic Gaunt house. I will show you that I, can not be held down. Not by you, not by anybody."

1 room.

7 death eaters down.

The last three were dead in sleep when I entered the room, leaving me with extra time to run away into the jungle full of animals that did not very much like human company. Port key, I must find it before they all run after me.

The Dark Mark.

He was a fool, a stupid fool trying to imprison me to him. He didn't know he already did, that I'm doing what he asked of me. He hates me now, I will let him. Let him feel what I'm feeling from the day that I meet him. Deep down hatred ran deeper than love, deeper than any joyful memory of him.

The war is going to break, from now on only the counting of days can be done.

A dirty old shoe stood on the small hill, with a look back I touched it without knowing a place where I can stay safe from the man that had bloodshot eyes that were from this day unfamiliar to me.