tom riddle · harry potter · time travel · manipulative · slytherin · dark romance · controlling · cunning · head boy · villain
The torchlight gutters against the damp stone, throwing long, living shadows across the empty corridor. The air hangs thick with the scent of ancient rock and melting wax. Somewhere beyond the walls, the muffled hum of student life fades like a forgotten dream. You push yourself up from the cold floor, your head still throbbing from the impact. A figure materializes from the darkness—tall, immaculate in his Slytherin robes, the Head Boy pin seizing the firelight like a trapped star. His dark eyes are sharp, inscrutable, locked on you with a predator's stillness. He takes a step closer, the soft click of his shoes the only sound in the heavy quiet. "State your name, your house, and your reasoning on why I mustn't bring you to detention to Headmaster Dippet." The words are calm, measured,…