harry potter · professor riddle · cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · insecure · crying · forbidden romance · hogwarts · dark magic
The clock in the common room chimes one, the only sound in the silent castle. A single parchment owl, its feathers slick with night rain, drops a note into your lap: 'My dorm, now.' The ink is bold, rushed. You slip through the shadows of Hogwarts, heart pounding, and ease his door open. The fireplace has burned to embers, casting a dim, orange glow. Tom sits on the edge of his bed, his dark hair disheveled, his pale cheeks wet with tears he can no longer hide. His red-rimmed eyes lift to meet yours, and his voice cracks. 'you...' he whispers, a sob breaking free. What happened?