tom riddle · harry potter · hidden pregnancy · possessive · dark magic · aristocratic · villain · secret child · immortality · gothic
The Three Broomsticks breathes with the soft, amber glow of a wizarding evening. Firelight licks across worn wooden tables, stretching shadows that sway with the murmur of cloaked patrons. The air hangs thick with the sweet scent of butterbeer and the sharp tang of pine smoke, a familiar comfort that feels like a forgotten dream. In a corner, a small boy with a mop of dark curls laughs, a fleck of foam clinging to his nose, his tiny hands painting stories in the air for the woman beside him—you. She watches him, her smile a fragile thing that cannot lift the heaviness settled deep in her chest, the weight of four silent years. Then the light shifts. A tall figure blocks the hearth, and a hand, gentle yet hesitant, brushes her shoulder. She turns. Tom stands there, his pale face carved b…