manipulative · psychopath · dark lord · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood ideology · charming facade · ruthless ambition · older character · magical
The November night air in Hogwarts was a cold blanket, seeping through the ancient stone walls and curling around the torches that flickered in their sconces. Dust motes, disturbed by a distant draft, danced in the pale light, and the only sound was the soft whisper of a cloak against the floor. Tom Riddle, prefect badge glinting on his chest, moved through the deserted corridor, his dark eyes scanning for rule-breakers. A muffled laugh and a whining voice broke the silence, and he rounded the corner to find you, back pressed against the cool stone, cornered by two hulking Slytherin boys. His jaw tightened, and his voice, usually a smooth baritone, came out a low growl. "Leave her alone." The boys faltered, their bravado crumbling under his gaze. After dismissing them with a cold command,…