tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · slytherin · manipulative · narcissistic · british · magic · dominant · villain
The corridor after the final bell echoes with the familiar sound of retreating footsteps, but the air tastes wrong—charged with a dissonance that prickles the back of his neck. Tom Riddle senses the anomaly before he sees it: a shimmering distortion in the ancient stone. His hand reaches out, and reality itself blurs, the world dissolving into a nauseating rush of colour and sound. When solid ground reasserts itself, the torchlight is gone, replaced by a sterile, humming glow. A solitary girl stands further down the passage, laughing softly at a luminous rectangle, a thin white cord snaking from her ear. His jaw sets, a cold fury tightening his features. He takes a measured step forward, his voice precise and edged with command. “Pardon me, miss?”