I remember the first time i saw him. I remember watching him, the hat barely touching his head. Slythryn. I remember St. Valentine's Day. All seven of them and each of my birthdays. I remember the affection. And i remember the anger. The anger that drove me away...

My name is Willcott. Miss R. J Willcott. My family is greatly known in the wizarding community. The Willcott's were the inventors of the time turner. I am to be married. I found the one. The one whom saved me from that awful creature, from the one that tore my world apart by using everything i love. This is my story. It started before the sorting. When my mother took me to Diagon Alley, to get me everything i needed to go to Hogwarts.

We had come early, not the type to get involved in hustle and bustle. We were in Flourish and Blotts. My mother had instructed me to sit on the stairs, wait for her. That's when i first saw him. The small boy, the dark haired boy, and the boy that would soon become the darkest wizard our time had ever seen.

"Darling, go and sit upon the stairs, be careful, you don't want to get your skirts dirty. I shall get your books"

I did as my mother told me. she was beautiful. A Veela. How could anyone resist her. Her caramel hair simply flowed down her back, a red beret pinned in placed at the top, black satin scarf around her neck. Her red and black robes fitted in all the right places. That shiney hair, flowed from my head also, something i took pride in, her high cheekbones i also inheirited. I flattened my cream skirts as i sat down on the stairs as instructed. Looking around the bell on the door jingled a few times, and wizards entering would nod at me in greeting, as i turned to them hearing the door close.

I grew tired, my mother had never been unfaithful to my father, neither would she ever be, i knew there was no harm in her friendly banter with these wizards, but we had other shops to go to. The bell rang again, yet i did not hear the door fall to a close, looking over to the door. There was a small boy, a few inches taller then i was. He had politely made his way over to the counter, speaking with such grace that he was surely a pure blood. The strode back over towards me, standing directly in my line of view.

"Why are you on the stairs?"

"Mama told me to sit here, she's getting my books."

"Can't you get them yourself? Why does have to get them?"

"Mamma doesn't have to get them, she offered. Anyways she taking to long, talking to everyone, she is very nice but we need to get to the apothecary and the menagerie before going to Ollivanders."

"i was told about him, he's a wizard also, isn't he?"

"of course he is! How don't you know? Are you muggle born?"

"That man, the professor. Dumbledore, he said that word."

"you visited by Dumbledore?you must be muggle born, its not often that Purebloods, are met by Dumbledore, just pray you are not put into Slytheryn."

The boy opened his mouth...

Thats when my mother called me. i was certain he was about to ask what slythryn was, you could tell. Did i know what was to become of us? Right then. The second he spoke to me, of course not. I had no clue. The second time i saw him was aboard the Hogwarts express, i was sat in a compartment with two other girls, they had left to put on their robes, i had already had mine on. I had already been called nerdy because of it, but i'd rather hear that then the other more vulgar comments made about me. it was no secret that my mother was a veela, and i had most of my looks from her. All but my eyes, which are my fathers. Even the boy said, the boy from the shop...

It was dark, and windy. What a fantastic way to start the school year. My first memory on the Hogwarts express, and it was a dull cold night. Terrific! I looked down to my wand which lay on my lap. Twelve inches, willow, unicorn hair. Ollivander said it would fit me perfectly, that the wand had chosen me for an obvious reason and i would find out why in due time. My black robes quilted the wand, the wand gleamed as the light in the compartment reflected off its polished wood. The compartment door opened. And there was the boy from the shop.

"I thought they were talking about you."

"What do you mean? Who was talking about me? Or have you in fact been mistaken?"

"No, definitely not. They spoke of a small girl of intense beauty." The boy looked down sheepishly, "Well actually, those weren't the exact words, what they said was quite crude, but they did say she was quite beautiful.."

"so why have you come into my compartment? Or ahve they in fact told you about my mother?"

"shes a veela?"

"of course, you can tell just by looking at her. Mamma has such a magnificent glow about her."

"whats a veela?"

"you don't know?" my head tilted to the side. This boy he had the grace and posture of a pureblood, yet the knowledge of a muggleborn. Halfblood. Of course!i should have realised before. " a veela, is a magical creature, they can be both male and female, of course else there would be no reproduction," the boy blushed a pink glow on his pale cheeks. "its hard to explain really."

"i wanted to ask you smething, you mentioned Slythryn. What is it?"

"Well to begin with i would like to retract my comment i made in Diagon Alley. Right, so you want to know what it is. Well in Hogwarts there are four in which you can be sorted into. Only my father went to Hogwarts, he was sorted into Hufflepuff. According to what my father said, eavh house has certain characteristics, which allows you to be sorted into the said house."

Yet again we had been intrupted as the two girls i had been speaking to came back, looking at the small boy as he stood and left.

It wasn't until the sorting that i saw him again. I wasn't paying much attention to the sorting, i didn't care to be honest. I didn't know until a few years after that telling him where the hat had placed my father was a bad idea, that had made me. that caused me to want to make something of myself. Brains and beauty. Power is what i needed. Power is what he told me i needed. That is how his hold began. That is how i allowed his obsession to turn into...

I was stood with the other first years, looking around the hall, four long oak tables, full of students, four long banners hanging over the tables. Emerald and silver. Blue and bronze. Ruby and scarlet. Gold and black. The four houses.

"Hagrid, Rubeus."

a tal bulky boy stodd, he didn't sit on the stool, instead he just stood. Dumbledore placed the hat on his head, and bellowed GRYFFINDOR.

More students.

"McGonagall, Minerva."

The girl from the compartment, she had dark hair, fitted tightly into a bun. She also went to Gryffindor, As did the other that sat lith us. Lara Prewitt. I started to day dream, looking rounf the hall again, to the staff table when right infront of my eyes, the boy, hat barely touching his head, was placed in none other then Slythyrn. There was only few other students, before my name was called out. Ravenclaw. I took my place at the raven claw table. I remember looking over to the gryffndor table, seeing Minerva and Lara and Rubeus, i smiled as they waved over. Minerva pointing behind me, but i already knew. I could feel his eyes on back.

This is my story. They always said the dark lord has never known love. The truth is, he has. He has loved and he has been loved. It started with meaningless meetings. And valentines day cards. My name is Willcott. Miss R. J Willcott. And this is my story. First i was his obsession then i became his possession...