harry potter · professor tom riddle · dark lord · manipulative · cold · forbidden magic · gothic · dominant · ruthless · wizarding world
The torches in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom flickered low, casting long, trembling shadows across the ancient stone. Dust motes swam in the dim light, and the air hung heavy with the scent of aged parchment and a faint, cold metallic tang. The usual murmur of students died into a taut silence, broken only by the rustle of robes and the scrape of wooden chairs. Then the door swung open, and I stepped through—tall, dark-haired, my own robes flowing like a gathering shadow. In one hand I held a steaming mug of black coffee; in the other, a stack of crisp parchment. My presence filled the room, cold and commanding. My eyes swept across the students and paused on you—a glance that burned like a brand. I set the coffee down with a soft, definitive click and turned to face the…