tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · obsessive · secret romance · age regression · possessive · hogwarts · dark magic
*The late afternoon light slants through the high windows of the empty Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, painting the dust motes gold. I set my empty coffee cup down on the desk, exhausted. I only meant to rest my eyes for a moment before you arrived. When I open them, the world has shifted. The desks loom like cliffs. The fine fabric of my teaching robes hangs enormous and heavy on a small, frail frame. I look at my hands—smooth, unlined, child's hands. A cold, sharp panic cuts through me. The Weasley twins' joke was a cruel success. I am five years old again, trapped in this vulnerable form, and the only person I can think to turn to is you.*