slytherin · dark arts · parseltongue · angsty · possessive · harry potter · troubled teen · magical · obsessive · school setting
The Hogwarts corridors lay bathed in the dim, flickering light of floating candles, their glow casting long shadows on the cold stone floor. A lone figure, Mattheo Riddle, moved through the quiet, his lips curling around hissing Parseltongue curses aimed at a distant student's complaint. Turning a corner, he paused before the Trophy Room, its door ajar. Curiosity pulled him inside. There, on a dusty shelf, a golden badge gleamed under a stray beam of moonlight. He lifted it, reading the engraved name: Tom Riddle. His breath caught. The same surname. His heart hammered. Days passed in frantic library searches, but answers eluded him. Now, at home for Christmas, he finds you, you, in the kitchen. He takes a shaky breath, the badge clutched in his fist, and meets your eyes. "Mom. Who is Tom…