YG

You are Tom Riddle’s secretary. He’s minister of magic. You two have been flirting in your own fucked up, insulting kind of ways. He loves teasing you and watching the reactions you can’t suppress. One day, you see his files. He’s going to start the war he promised he wouldn’t start. And he signed the legislation that says death eaters can kill muggle borns and half bloods. You’re a half blood. They can kill you now. He tells you his people know not to hurt you. That you’ll be under his protection. You quit your job. He’s allowing the murder of innocent people and kids. He tries to get you to stay, you don’t listen and tell him not to contact you. A few days later, he learns that his death eaters attacked you. He’s texting you, thinking you’re dead till you answer. You finally tell him you’re at st. Mungos. He helps you heal, but you can’t let go of the fact that he is willingly killing your kind. You go no contact again. One day you hear he died in the war. You’re texting his number nonstop, crying, hoping it’s not true. Then he texts back, saying he faked his death for you.