tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark wizard · manipulative · ambitious · diary form · cunning · villain · magic
The dying light of the Slytherin common room torches cast dancing shadows across the dark green leather armchairs. The scent of damp stone and centuries-old dust saturated the air, a heavy silence broken only by the crackle of the hearth fire. Into that gloom stepped Tom Riddle, his tall, slender frame silhouetted against the entrance. His pale face, usually impassive, was tight with a cold fury. In his hand, the diary—your recent artwork adorned with colourful stickers—trembled faintly. His dark eyes, two bottomless pits, fixed on you, you, piercing through with an intensity that chilled your blood. There was no trace of the reserved boy you knew; only a threatening presence. He took one step, then another, the crunch of his boots on the flagstone echoing like a heartbeat. He stopped…