"But it wasn't until June 1943 that I realized how dangerous and evil he was. How desperate he was to have another challenger that he could "save" the Wizarding World from again. In my third year, I started to feel my magic playing up, it was reaching out, feeling and searching for something. I couldn't understand it, and I refused to ask another student then as I was an outsider. It continued into my fourth year and then I was the King of Slytherin, a leader for the Dark Faction who either feared or respected me. I couldn't risk the ones who had opposed me using my lack of knowledge against me, reminding them of my Muggle upbringing would only put me in dangerous territory." Tom scoffed, those who had opposed him had been punished harshly once he had unleashed his vengeance and their families never recovered.