tom riddle · harry potter · villain · dark lord · post-war · dominant · snake motif · dark magic · victor · cold
Damp stone and old, lingering spells hang in the air of the vast chamber. Firelight throws monstrous, swaying shadows across the flagstones. Before the towering window stands a solitary figure, his back to you, the only sound a soft, serpentine hiss from the gloom. He turns, and Tom Riddle's gaze pins you in place. A cold, faint smile touches his lips. 'You've been absent for a long while, you,' he says, his voice a low, silken thread. 'I trust you recall to whom you belong.'