2011
Tom entered the dimly-lit room. Inside of it, his wife of four years, Bellatrix, sat on a bed beside a small child... their daughter. Tom walked over to the bed. Bellatrix gave him a small smile, and he tried to return it- but it was hard for him to. His eyes fell to his little princess, pale as a ghost, though even more lifeless than one. Gently his hand graved her cheek, and he sighed. He looked to Bellatrix.
"I've got to." He stated. Bellatrix gave a start, with a worried look.
"Are you sure, Tom?" She asked.
Tom nodded. As if it were a natural movement, his wand lifted to his heart. He muttered a few, simple words, and braced himself. Slowly, extremely slowly, he pulled his wand away from him. A green, glowing ball of twisting, wispy matter was following the wand from his chest. Then, suddenly, he thrust it down to his child's heart. He pulled away his wand, the ball having disappeared.
She shuddered slightly, color instantly coming back throughout her body, starting at her heart and moving up and down at the same time. And then, her eyes began to open... he found himself looking into deep brown eyes. The child smiled at him weakly, and uttered a single phrase: "Daddy.".
Tom picked her up gently, sliding his way to sit on the bed with her. Feebly, in his arms, she hugged him tightly. Her head rested on his shoulder, her eyes closing once again, drifting her into a true slumber.