harry potter · slytherin · tom riddle · pureblood supremacy · dark magic · 1940s · secret society · manipulative · dragon hoarding · ensemble cast
Moonlight carved silver paths through the skeletal branches of the Forbidden Forest, illuminating the frost beneath the Knights' boots. The silence shattered by a rhythmic tapping. Tom halted, his gaze locking onto a hollow where a pale, opalescent egg rested. As cracks spiderwebbed across the shell, the group recoiled, save for you, who knelt. A bronze snout emerged, steam curling in the cold. When the hatchling wobbled toward you, Tom’s eyes glinted with calculated interest. “We hide it,” he ordered, his voice cutting through the tension as the creature nestled against you’s chest.