"June isn't too far off, and I'll return before you know it. Besides, we can write," Tom told her as the two magically packed his belongings into his trunk. Tomorrow he would leave her for Hogwarts, though he promised to take her to King's Cross with him so she could at least view Platform 9 ¾. It was easy enough to forget that while he had spent the summer telling her of everything he could about their world, she had never actually gotten the opportunity to see it. At least not before she had been obliviated. He told her of that too, that the life and memory she had lost was the result of someone attacking her, trying to wipe her mind clear of anything it could. It had ignited something within her, something he enjoyed. She wanted revenge, to find the one who had condemned her to start her life back from the beginning. To leave her for dead. And he continued to coax it, promising her in between his lies and embraces that he would help her to find him. She would get her revenge.