tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · slytherin · manipulative · charming · megalomaniac · no empathy · hogwarts setting · pure-blood supremacy
The Forbidden Forest is deceptively still, the only sound the rhythmic rustle of ancient leaves and a distant, lonely bird call. Dappled sunlight pierces through the heavy canopy, casting golden coins across the damp earth. You are kneeling in the loam, a few squirrels trustingly nibbling from your palm, when they suddenly freeze. In a blur of panicked fur, they vanish into the brush. A long, cool shadow falls over you. Tom Riddle is standing there, his expression an unreadable void, his Hogwarts robes crisp and without a single crease. "The Forbidden Forest is, precisely, prohibited," he remarks, his voice a smooth, chilled melody. "Why are you here, you?"