The scar had not pained Harry for twenty one years.

Until that night. The night's first stars were already glimmering feebly in a dark blue sky of Godric's Hollow. Cottages stood on either side of the narrow road. One of them belonged to the boy who lived, Harry Potter, who was now a father of three kids.

His dark silhouette could be spotted from outside. His blue quill moved rhythmically on the golden brown parchment. His was writing yet another letter for his kids in Hogwarts. He would be sending it by this weekend. He inhaled as he wrote the letter—the dim lighted room, the wooden scent, the sound of his window cracking were extinguished. Pain cleaved Harry's head like a sword stroke. He was standing in a brighter room. Harry recognized the room, it wasn't a room. It was girl's bathroom, unused one. He wasn't all alone, few inches from him, another man was standing. The man was tall, with pale skin, jet black hair and dark eyes. Harry recognized him by his cunning face.

Harry's eyes flew open as he wrenched himself back to present. He was no longer sitting in his arm, he was lying down on the bright red carpet beside the marble stone fireplace. His hand moved to his scar, it was continuously pounding. "Impossible." He murmured to himself as he stood up and quickly reached for the phone he placed on the table.

Few minutes ago in Hogwarts….

"What the hell was he thinking?" Roxanne stormed her way to the second floor girl's bathroom. It was the only place she could be alone. No, she wasn't going to cry. She wouldn't cry for a boy."A ring could change everything? She scoffed.

Roxanne wasn't completely alone, there was another girl—a ghost, 'Moaning' Myrtle, she sat up on the top of the window, watching Roxanne through her mirror like eyes. "Oh, Hello Roxanne, long time no see, hmm, I was circling—"She talked in her usual high pitching voice before Roxanne snapped her,"Ugh, shut up Mrytle. I'm not here to hear your stupid bubbling."

The ghost suddenly closed her almost-bare thin lips. It was obvious on that ghost's voice she was offended. She flew inside the toilet while letting out another making-ear-deaf whinny. Roxanne decided to ignore her and her sobbing. She didn't have time for that. She focused on the ring in her right. It looked like something antique. The ring was enveloped by gold and in the middle of it; there was something in a shape of pyramid. It was beautiful. There was a urge inside her to put the ring in her finger, but somehow her hatred toward Scorpius stopped her. Instead, she absentmindedly flipped it in her hand. One, two, three..uh oh..

Suddenly Mrytle's sob stopped."What's that?" She asked—more to herself.

Roxanne turned back to the huge glass window, walked toward it, letting the ring fell on the ground. A strange atmosphere enveloped her and Hogwarts. She remembered the sky was golden brown when she left Gryffindor's common room. It couldn't turn into a whole darkness within minutes. She thought. She blinked few times just to make sure it was a dream. All of sudden, she could hear students panicking; they stormed inside the castle, leaving the court yard slowly but surely swallowed by darkness.

"It has been twenty one years." Myrtle mumbled inside. It was too loud for human's ear.

"Of what?" Roxanne demanded.

"Since the battle." Another voice answered her, a deep voice.

Roxanne froze. Only she wasn't allowed to come there but someone spotted her, a boy!

She turned to face the uninvited boy. Her eyes scanned him from up to down. The man was tall. He had a jet black hair, pale skin. He was handsome. Roxanne found that word running through her mind. She missed his eyes. Roxanne moved her eyes back to his face. It was just a few seconds she briefly met those dark eyes of him. Roxanne couldn't see anything there except darkness; she couldn't even look at his eyes for a minute. She examined his cloak, it was black and green. A familiar uniform belonged to Slytherin. She was familiar with that house; her cousin and boyfriend were there, Albus and Scorpius. But the thing was the uniform seemed old and Roxanne never spotted him before.

Her legs were ordering her to run away from there, "Who are you?" She asked, she kept her voice steady and calmed.

"Boys aren't allowed here!" Again Myrtle answered. If only she came out to see the boy, she would notice him as one of her friend ninety years ago. She probably would if Roxanne didn't throw another 'Shut up!'

She crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for his answer. He seemed confuse like her. Roxanne noticed he was touching every part of his body, stayed longer in his nose.

Roxanne cleared her throat to gain his attention again.

"Oh forgive me dear." He spoke in thick British accent, an accent that she never heard before, well not from some old movies.

"You didn't answer my question." She moved her hand inside her cloak, holding her wand just in case."Who are you?" She repeated her question.

"Tom—" He stopped. No it wasn't right to say my real name. He thought."Thomas Gaunt." He answered her with a smile—snake like smile.

Thomas Gaunt? She repeated to herself. What kind of stupid name it is. She asked herself but quickly throw it away from her head.

"And you are,dear?" He asked her, there was cunning in his tone.

"Roxanne Weasley."

There was a silent for few moments. Roxanne noticed a smirk in his pale face.

"And year?" She threw another question

"Seventh. Slytherin." He answered was so proud of being Slytherin?

Roxanne found an answer why she had never met him before, it was a simple one. Both Albus and Scorpius were in sixth year.