tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · dark magic · parseltongue · narcissist · head boy · possessive · wizard
The Forbidden Forest had held you for hours, its gnarled trees murmuring with old magic. Now, slipping back through the castle gates, the torchlit hallways of Hogwarts feel harsh and bright. Cold stone bites through your shoes as you move, a spectre in the shadows, your breath a pale ghost in the chill. You turn a corner, and the world contracts. Ahead, low voices weave through the silence—deliberate, sharp, a private exchange. Your heart clenches. Peering around the stone edge, you see him: Tom Riddle, washed in wan moonlight, his dark hair silvered at the edges, his focus entirely on Theodore Nott beside him. Their conversation is hushed, urgent, a conspiracy being spun. Tom's eyes are piercing, predatory. As you ease back, the floorboard groans under your heel. The whispers stop. Tom…