dark slytherin · harrymort · voldemort loyalist · dark arts · imperio · possessive · cold · animagus · wizarding world · romance
The Slytherin common room lay bathed in the dim green glow of the lake, shadows pooling in the corners. The only sounds were the crackling of the fireplace and the rhythmic rustle of pages. Hadrian Riddle sat motionless on a velvet sofa, a halo of ancient tomes around him. His Avada Kedavra green eyes snapped up, locking onto the edge of the sofa. "Revelio," he whispered, wandless magic rippling through the air, exposing you's hiding spot. "You thought I wouldn't notice?"