Evelynn didn't get much sleep that night. She was tossing and turning, worried about meeting the Dark Lord...Dylan's father.

In a near-catatonic state, she gets ready, making sure she looks nice the next morning. She lets her hair have its natural, soft waves tumbling over her shoulders. She puts her basic make-up on, making sure that every stroke is perfect. She tries to concentrate more on what she is doing, than who she is doing it for. She wears a flowy, black skirt, a silver cami, and an emerald green sweater with a low V-neck. She slips on black high heels and takes a deep breath. After checking herself in the bathroom mirror for the millionth time, she goes down to the common room.

Dylan, looking dashing in black pants, and an emerald green shirt with the top two buttons unbuttoned, smiles upon seeing her.

"You look beautiful," he compliments, giving her a once-over with lustful eyes. His gaze lingers on her ring and everything comes back to him. His expression turns grave at the thought of having to present her to his father. "Are you ready?" he asks, truly concerned.

Tears of fear well in her eyes and she throws her arms around him. She is instantly hit by a woodsy scent, Dylan's cologne. It is comforting as she takes three deep breaths, letting his scent replace her fears. He holds her close and rubs her back. Once most of their fears evaporate, Evelynn pulls away and says, "I'm ready."

Dylan apparates them to a street corner. He takes her hand and leads her up a slope just on the edge of some woods. "He used to travel a lot, but now, he thinks he's safe here. No one can trace it. He says it was his father's mansion, but no one knows about his family because he was orphaned so young," he says, trying his best to create small talk and make it seem casual. Like anything can be casual when you're going to meet one of the most famous dark wizards of all time! Evelynn tries to succumb to his false tranquility.

Just when she thinks it was a bad day to wear heels and that she should have worn her silver ballet flats, her escort announces, "This is it! This is home." They arrive at a large, iron gate, similar to the one at Hogwarts. A giant stone wall surrounds the perimeter of the mansion. On the lock of the gate, there is a symbol Evelynn does not recognize. She does, however, realize that Dylan does not have a key. Instead, he takes out his wand and aims it at his finger. Crimson appears and Evelynn hopes beyond hope that it is ketchup. He places his finger on the lock and the gate creaks open. Dylan cleans up his finger and motions her in. Scared, she hurries inside and grabs Dylan's hand. Feeling her fear, Dylan squeezes her hand.

Just as they reach the door, it's opened by the beautiful woman Evelynn saw in her common room two nights ago. "There's my Dillies!" She exclaims, throwing her thin arms around him. "And who is this, hun?" Her face shows nothing but genuine curiosity.

Still red from his mother's embarrassing outburst, Dylan replies, "This is my girl- uh, fiancée...Evelynn."

"Fiancée? Dylan, what happened?"

"Mom, don't freak out. I really have feelings for her so, last night, I...you know...popped the question..."

"Don't you think you're a little young for that, Dylan?" Kerlie scolds.

"Mom, I'm 17. I'm a man."

"You're still so young for that kind of commitment…" the woman laments.

"I'm of age! I have feelings for Evelynn! She obviously reciprocates them if she said yes! Please, mother, quit treating me like a child!"

She looks thoughtfully at Evelynn. "She is cute. You two look good together." She sighs. "Fine. I give you my blessing…I would have preferred you tell me before hand." She places an easy smile on her face and turns to face Evelynn. "Welcome to the Riddle House! I'm Kerlie Variel Blake-Riddle, Dylan's mother."

"It's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Riddle."

"Oh, Mrs. Riddle sounds so formal. It makes me sound old. Call me Kerlie."

"All…right…"

"Well, come on inside! We don't want you to catch a cold." Kerlie crowds them into the mansion. The giant doors close behind them with a long creak. "Dylan, you're father should be here right about… Oh! Honey!"

Sure enough, the Dark Lord stood ten feet down the hallway. He slowly walks towards the three. Evelynn's heart races and she tries to calm down.

"It's just a man. This is just a normal family. Who am I kidding? This is not a normal family!"

"Hello, honey, Dylan. Who, may I ask is this?" he drawls.

Her breath catches in her throat and it is a relief when Dylan answers for her. "This is Evelynn. She's my fiancée."

"Fiancée?" he repeats with an edge. Kerlie glides over to Voldemort.

"It's alright, sweetheart. I've already talked with our son. Dylan, why don't you show Evelynn around the house? Give her the grand tour! Tom, I'll explain everything."

"Mom, I'm sorry, but I just can't take you seriously with your hand on dad's ass."

"Dylan, no profanities!" Kerlie snaps, her hand suddenly at her side.

"What's profane is where your hand was…"

"Don't you talk to me like that, young man!" Kerlie scolds him, and for the first time, Evelynn sees the flecks of black in her eyes of gold, she sees the dangerous, volatile nature hiding behind her gentle, polite voice.

"I'm sorry, mother. I'll give Evelynn the tour."

"That's better," Kerlie says, her tender façade falling back into place. "Dinner will be ready in half an hour."

"Alright," Dylan mumbles. "Let's go." He grabs Eve's hand and leads her around. First, he takes her outside. "My mother is a little different from dad," he explained, which was an understatement when Eve sees the rose bushes in the backyard.

"They're beautiful," Eve gushes.

"Yes. They are beautiful, but dangerous. 'Every rose has a thorn,'" he quotes.

He then leads her through the first floor, then up the spiral staircase to the second floor. "Last stop," he commentates. "…is the sleeping chambers. This door leads to my parents' room and this…" He opens a separate door. "…is my room." The walls are slate gray and the bedding and rug is deep red, the color of blood. "It's nothing extravagant, but it's all mine." There are shelves upon shelves on the wall housing hundreds of books. Eve heads to one book shelf where the woodsy scent of Dylan's colognes mixes with the scents of new and old books. Evelynn has always loved the smell of books. Nothing can compare.

"Evelynn…"

"Yes?"

"I…" Unable to produce words, he instead thrusts his lips onto hers and their tongues battle. Evelynn feels him lay her down on the bed behind her. His hands travel up her sides and into her hair wildly. Her fingers in turn entwine with his golden locks as she feels waves of desire passing from him and into her. She feels a hand creep up her leg, bringing with it the fabric of her skirt.

"Dylan…" Evelynn mumbles against his lips. The hand under her skirt brushes her hip and pulls her closer. There is no mistaking his desire against her thigh. "Dylan, stop." His kisses pause and he looks at her through his shaggy golden hair mussed across his forehead. "Dylan, I'm not ready for that." He breaks out of his heated trance and his turquoise eyes melt to understanding.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

"It's alright. I forgive you. Just wait for me. I'm not ready for that."

"I'll wait forever, Evelynn. I love you."

"How can you? I don't doubt you, I'm just curious. How can you love me after knowing me only a little while?"

"Do you believe in love at first sight? Because I do. The moment I laid eyes on you, I felt something. After spending some time with you, I realized I felt so comfortable with you. I admire everything about you, as well. Your smarts, your courage. You are so kind and funny and just perfect!"

Tears threaten to fall from Eve's violet eyes. "That's so sweet. I love you, too, Dylan."

"Good." He closes his eyes. "Dinner should be ready right about now. We should go down." He gets up and flicks his head. His hair falls right back into its messy place. He fixes Evelynn's hair and they straighten their clothes. Evelynn grabs his hand and they head out together.

At dinner, Evelynn attempted again to believe that the riddle family is completely normal. Normal if having a beautiful, sweet-on-the-outside-evil-on-the-inside mother and the most powerful and famous dark wizard of all time as your father is normal, of course. It's all in how one perceives. The Riddle family conducts small talk with Evelynn and Dylan. Normal conversation about school, hobbies, you know normal things. Somehow, it didn't feel at all normal to Evelynn. It's He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, for heaven's sake! It's not normal!

"So, Dylan," Eve asks after a pause in the conversation. "Why do you go by Marvol at school instead of Riddle?" Kerlie's head pops up from her plate, The Dark Lord stiffens and pink starts to creep into his cheeks.

"It's my middle name. I was named Marvolo after my great grandfather. It's dad's middle name, too. I go by Dylan Marvol because…well…the name Riddle might cause some talk in the school…"

Eve understands perfectly. When The Dark Lord went to school, he had a normal name. Tom Marvolo Riddle. Most likely, he went to Hogwarts because he feared Dumbledore. If anyone knew his real name and saw that Dylan shared a surname with him, suspicions would be drawn and all The Dark Lord's plans would be ruined.

Luckily, the long evening ends. The Dark Lord cordially bids Evelynn farewell. Kerlie, on the other hand, embraces her as if she is her own daughter, which in a sense, is partly true. Dylan and Evelynn are engaged. "Oh, it was so nice to meet you, Evie! Have fun at school! Make sure neither of you get in trouble! I hope to do this again soon!" She smiles a broad, pure white smile.

That night, Eve had never been happier to be at Hogwarts.