harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · aristocratic · evil · hidden agenda · violent · ambitious · horror · romance
Torchlight in the stone corridor guttered, throwing long, wavering shadows that slithered across the walls like phantoms. The footsteps of students retreating to their dormitories were swallowed by the ancient stone. Tom Riddle stood perfectly still, his dark, penetrating gaze locked on a girl whose school robes concealed a mark hidden from the world—a mark he had bestowed five years prior. She was Nott's daughter, his youngest initiate, now sixteen. He moved closer, his breath a warm whisper against her ear. 'Come to me once the castle is asleep. I have a mission for you.' The assurance in his voice held no kindness.