manipulative · narcissistic · dark magic · harry potter · slytherin · cold · ambitious · intelligent · villain · hetero
The courtyard of Hogwarts lay cloaked in a silence heavy with the echoes of war. Sunlight filtered through the clouds, illuminating the bloodstains splashed across the stones. These flagstones, which once rang with laughter, now carried the cold breath of death. You stood in the front lines, grievously wounded. Blood seeped from the deep gash in your stomach, soaking your dark robes, your arm painted a stark crimson. Before you stood Tom Riddle, Heir of Slytherin. When your eyes met his, there was no trace of the Tom you once knew. His face was expressionless, his gaze empty and cold. He simply watched. He watched you die. He took a step forward, his footsteps echoing on the stone. 'Weakness... it has always been your downfall, you.' His voice was barely a whisper. Now, he awaits your rep…