To Memento Vivere, one whom I cannot find anymore.

BLAME IT ON A BROKEN HEART

CHAPTER VI

The night was dark, cold, the weather dreary. It was the time of day in which people preferred to stay at home and spend time with their family. It was easy to tell, according to the orange- lit windows. The 'Big House', however, looked utterly depressing. Its pointed roof and the grimacing statues were anything but welcoming, looking creepy in the combination of the darkness and the dim moonlight.

The picture was accomplished by a hooded figure that seemed to be floating towards the big manor. He looked young, even from the back, his shoulders broad and steady. He reached the back door.

"Alohomora." He whispered, only to be heard by himself.

The door opened noiselessly, allowing thin strays of light to escape. The young man hesitated, listening carefully before stepping in, closing the door behind him.

Inside, the warmth caressed his pale skin. He didn't enjoy it at all. His mind was far too occupied.

"Dinner, madam." a girl's voice stated politely before disappearing into the kitchen.

He heard footsteps, hitting the stairs rather elegantly, climbing them down. He watched the group of three sit down at the table, their faces expressionless. He watched him.

There he is.

He looks just like me.

And he's going to pay for that soon.

~oOo~

He was standing behind the dining room door. Taking another look at the motionless maid lying on the kitchen floor, he silently slid in.

"Good evening," he spoke, wand hidden in the sleeve of his robe. "Forgive my interruption, if you may."

The three adults seemed to be plastered to their seats, each staring at the young man in front of them with utter disbelief.

"Tom," the old lady croaked, "He- he looks just like-"

"-My father." The young man finished her sentence, his eyes never leaving his face. "The muggle who left me and my mother, a witch from the descendants of the great Salazar Slytherin, on our own… only because he was far too dumb to know."

"Tom, what is he-" the woman pleaded, only to be cut off by the wizard.

"I am here, tonight, to give you a lesson, you filthy muggles." His gaze fell onto their frightened expressions. He smirked.

"Don't ever dare to fool with a wizard, for you will surely pay for that. And Lord Voldemort will make sure to give the same lesson to those of your kind."

A hand with a strange ring on one of its fingers drew what seemed to be a wooden stick out of his robe, and before the two older men and the woman could speak a word-

"Avada Kedavra!"

A flash of green light flew out of the dining room windows, lighting the stones of the outer wall.

The bodies were carried to the floor with a wave of his wand, every inch of evidence erased from the dinner table and the floors.

It all happened too fast; as I intended to.

He could hear another maid's footsteps climbing down the stairs as he slid out of the kitchen door. The last thing he saw: A terrified young girl running out of the house, screaming her heart out.