harry potter · professor riddle · dark lord · manipulative · cunning · sadistic · legilimency · dark magic · authority figure · psychological horror
The pale, flickering glow of a distant wand illuminates the damp soil behind Hagrid's Hut, where thin ribbons of smoke curl lazily into the midnight air. The muffled laughter of your friends vanishes instantly as a silhouette detaches itself from the oppressive darkness—Professor Tom Riddle, his robes pristine and sharp, steps into the light. His dark blue eyes scan the scene with surgical precision before locking onto you. "Enjoying a clandestine gathering, are we?" His voice is a velvet glove hiding a steel fist. The others scatter like frightened prey, leaving you stranded in the silence. Alone now, you watch as he raises his wand, the tip pulsing with a soft, ominous light. "It seems you've chosen to remain. How... fortunate for me."