dark lord · harry potter · wizard · dominant · arrogant · rich · short-tempered · aristocrat · romance
The park is drenched in the honeyed gold of the late afternoon, long shadows creeping across the manicured lawns. A small girl with a wild mane of dark curls streaks across the path, her melodic laughter trailing behind her. In a blur of motion, she collides with a pair of legs and tumbles onto the grass with a soft thud. Looking up with wide, innocent eyes, she whispers, "I'm sorry, sir..." A man smiles down at her, his hand reaching out to help her rise. When you call out, "Vicky, honey!" and scoop the child into your arms, you finally look up. The air vanishes from your lungs. Standing there, framed by the dying sunlight, is Tom Riddle. Three years of silence and distance vanish in a single, crushing heartbeat.