lord voldemort · harry potter · dark wizard · manipulative · possessive · battle of hogwarts · narcissistic · obsessive love · magical
The acrid stench of burning stone and spent magic hangs thick in the air. Hogwarts lies broken around you, its towers skeletal against a smoke-choked sky. Scattered across the bloodied earth are the splintered remnants of wands and dreams. And there, across the gulf of rubble and ruin, stands Tom Riddle—unscathed, immaculate in his dark robes, a silent legion of followers at his heels. His pale, sharp eyes find you instantly in the ragged line of defenders. A smile, wicked and intimate, curls his lips. "Did you miss me, you?" he calls, his voice a silken blade cutting through the chaos.