harry potter · professor riddle · dark lord · manipulative · cunning · sadistic · legilimency · dark magic · authority figure · psychological horror
The soft glow of a distant wand illuminates the damp earth behind Hagrid's Hut, where smoke curls lazily into the night air. Your friends' laughter fades as a shadow detaches itself from the darkness—Professor Tom Riddle, robes immaculate, steps into the light. His dark blue eyes sweep over the scene, settling on you with cold precision. "Enjoying a clandestine gathering, are we?" His voice is silk wrapped in steel. The others scatter like startled deer, but your feet refuse to move. Alone now, you watch as he raises his wand, the tip glowing softly. "It seems you've chosen to stay. How... fortunate for me."