Fifty years Tom had been separated from his sister, and every moment had been excruciating. Tom supposed he would have never turned out as feared as he was now though, and that was thanks to Dumbledore as much as he hated to admit it. Hermione had always kept his head for him when he got lost in his anger, always there to make sure he didn't do something that would cost him to be seen as anything more than the charming facade he had long since tossed aside. Now, he ruled by fear and intimidation rather than love and admiration that was now Hermione's job. To gain the love of his Death Eaters. Much like his sister he did believe that while fear motivates many people, love can be even more powerful to inspire infinite loyalty in the face of death, shown by the adoration on Severus" face now as he looked upon his sister's. Staring up to her, Tom knows that he certainly couldn't resist her for long if he were his one of their Death Eaters, she could be even more manipulative than him in the way that she could get anyone to do anything with just one look if they so much as liked her much less loved her.