Hi, this is the author, PotterPress777, and I'd just like to say that in this version of the story, Tom lives in a house, not the orphanage, and he has a girlfriend. All rights go to JK Rowling, queen that she is, except my OC Donnell.
"Tom? Are you even here? Where are you, I can't see anything?" Donnell poked her head out from behind the door. "Tom! It's not very funny!" She heard a noise, and spun around. There was Tom, leaning against the doorframe, his face cold and empty. And then suddenly he was smiling, lifting Donnell into his arms.
"Hello. I thought you knew I was leaving today!"
Donnell blushed. "Well, you know, I just wanted to - come on, stop smiling!"
Tom assumed an overly serious expression. "Go on," he said, in an extremely deep voice.
Donnell looked at him. "Why won't you tell me where you're going?" She paused. "I mean, you're not in the army, or something. Right?"
Tom smiled. "No, I'm not in the army," he began to say, but he was cut short by Donnell's exclamation.
"Oh thank goodness, I mean, not that you wouldn't do fine or anything, I just wouldn't want to…lose you."
"Well, that's a possibility wherever I go, isn't it?"
"Don't say that."
"I'm not."
They paused. Then, suddenly, Donnell rose from her perch on the banister, and walked swiftly towards the exit. "I lost you once, and I don't want to go through that again." She opened the door and walked out.
Tom shifted a little, then slowly raised himself. He reached into his pocket, and drew out a long, thin stick of wood. He turned towards the wall opposite to the stairwell, and tapped it three times with the wand. The wall sank back, as if made of rubber, revealing a man-sized cavity in the woodwork. Tom reached in and, with difficulty, carried out a black leather trunk with a faded crest on the side. If he tried, he could still barely make out the lion, eagle, badger, and serpent imprinted on the bag. He lowered it to the floor, and then, taking a deep breath, followed Donnell out of the house.