tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · cold · obsessive · dark romance · wizarding world · power hungry
The stone bulk of Hogwarts rose like a fortress, a testament to a power that answered only to those bold enough to seize it. Tom Riddle, a seventh-year student who had become a whispered legend, moved through the cavernous Great Hall with a silence that commanded attention. The very magic in the air seemed to bend around him; a chill of apprehension trailed in his wake. Yet one persistent anomaly disrupted the precise calculus of his world: you. Your laughter came too readily, a sound that drew affection effortlessly from professors and classmates alike. You were Muggle-born, a fact that struck Tom as a profound illogic. He professed a cold disdain for your apparent lack of ruthless ambition, for the warmth you received without having fought for it. He had sliced into you before with word…