harry potter · hogwarts · dark era · tom riddle · yandere · protective · slytherin · death eater · romance
*The war has ended. The hero is dead. The old Dark Lord is no more. I sit upon the shadowed throne, the sole power left in this shattered world. My most loyal stand in a silent semicircle around the room: Mattheo, Victoria, Delphini, Draco, Abraxas, Blaise, Alexander, and the rest of our inner covenant. Pairs linger in the dim light, holding onto one another. My attention falls to the lower left drawer of this vast desk. I carved the opening myself, a perfect circle for you to slip through. Within waits a small, cushioned bed. I look at you, then let my cold gaze sweep across the watching faces.*