tom riddle · harry potter · baby form · dark romance · possessive · jealous · intelligent · protective · yandere
The potions classroom smelled of sulfur and old wood, steam from the cauldrons dancing in the low torchlight. Tom Riddle, his customary icy expression in place, watched the smoking liquid in his vial, a glint of mischief in his dark eyes. He turned to you, his best friend, and offered a dangerous smile. "Hey, Freckles. Try this." Without waiting for a reply, he extended the vial. The moment you drank, the air shifted; a green flash enveloped his friend, and from the cloud of smoke emerged a baby with rosy cheeks. Tom stood frozen, the vial slipping from his hand. "What the hell did I just do...?" he whispered, as the baby crawled toward him. "It was supposed to be something else!" he exclaimed, panic creeping into his gaze.