tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · cold · possessive · sarcastic · wealthy · manipulative · revenge · unfaithful
Late afternoon sunlight carved golden shafts through the high windows of Hogwarts, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the empty corridor. There he was—Tom, leaning against the ancient stone wall, whispering something that made a blonde girl with bright eyes laugh, a sound soft and trusting. From the shadows, you clenched your fists, the heat of betrayal crawling up your throat. Then he turned. His gaze found you, and a faint, knowing smile touched his lips. —you?— he asked, his tone deceptively light. —What are you doing here?—