"Please Tom. I'm sorry." He doesn't answer. He hasn't been doing so for the last few hours. She walks back to her dorm when she hears his voice.
"I often wonder what it would be like to have a normal family. You know, a mum, a dad and maybe a younger brother or sister."
"You think I haven't? Please open the door." He hesitates.
"You won't want to come in. You won't want to see me."
"I do!" He carefully turns the lock. She pushes it open. His eyes are red. "Tom have you been…crying?" He turns his face away. She walks up to him and turns him around. She looks into his blood-shot eyes before hugging him, comfortingly.
"I've never talked to anyone about my mother. Sometimes I hate my father so much for what he did. But he is one of the greatest people on earth. He saw the mud-bloods and realised what they are, scum. He realised that the world should be rid of them."
"I killed my father." He whispers. She pulls away from him.
"Wh-what?"
"I killed my father."
"Why?"
"He left me Anna. He left me all alone." Her grandmother would never permit anyone to call her anything other than 'Johanna'. She likes Anna. She likes it a lot.
"You killed your own father?"
"And I don't regret it. He left my mother knowing she was pregnant, knowing that she would soon have a child. His child but still he left her and went to that muggle bitch of his." He pushes her away from him. "I'm evil Johanna. Pure evil. I'm a murderer and not yet an adult. I deserve to-to….to die."
"Only the weak die Tom. You don't deserve to. You did what you thought was right-
"But it's not right is it?"
"It is if you truly believe it to be. If you could, would you kill him again, and again, and again?"
"Yes. I would."
"So in your opinion it is right?"
"Yes."
"So there you go, it is right." He looks at her.
"How do you have the power to make things better?"
"I'm a woman, we all do." He smiles at her. "Don't cry, that's my job." He chuckles. A minute ago he was crying like a toddler, fallen of his tricycle and now he is laughing?!