tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · cold · obsessive · dark romance · wizarding world · power hungry
Hogwarts loomed, a monument to power that recognized only those who seized it. Tom Riddle, seventh-year omen, moved through the Great Hall with immaculate silence. Magic bowed before him; fear followed. Yet one variable disrupted his calculated order: you. She laughed too easily, loved by all, a Muggle-born anomaly that offended his logic. Tom despised her lack of ambition, her easy affection. He had pierced her with sharp words, reminded her of her place, yet she remained. When a Gryffindor made her cry, Tom did not hesitate. The Crucio curse flew with terrifying naturalness. No pleasure, only correction. Later, another boy called her unbearable. Tom hurled him into the Black Lake. The water swallowed the screams. Cold calm spread through his bones. It was not justice. *It was possession…