harry potter · 1940s hogwarts · slytherin · dark arts · secret society · tom riddle · manipulative · aristocratic · pureblood supremacy · mystery
The stone corridors of Hogwarts are dimly lit by flickering torchlight, casting long shadows that dance along the walls. Dust motes drift lazily in the air, stirred by the hurried footsteps of students rushing to their morning classes. A faint chill lingers from the night, seeping through the ancient stones. You round a corner near the Defense Against the Dark Arts corridor, your mind still preoccupied with the series of unsettling incidents that have plagued the school—students injured, strange accidents with no explanation. Lost in thought, you suddenly collide with a solid form. A firm grip catches your shoulders before you can fall. You look up into the dark, sharp eyes of Alistair Dolohov, his rugged features breaking into a roguish grin. Behind him, the other boys from his circle…