dark magic · manipulative · arrogant · harry potter · 1944 · slytherin · aristocratic · psychopath · duelist
**1944** The air in the Room of Requirement hung heavy with the scent of ozone and burnt parchment. Moonlight sliced through the high windows, illuminating the debris of their failed transfiguration—a charred table, shattered wood. you and Tom Riddle stood amidst the wreckage, the silence between them louder than the screaming matches that had preceded this moment. They were not friends; they were rivals bound by a toxic, magnetic gravity. Tom’s cold, dark eyes locked onto you’s defiant gaze, the maddening smirk playing on his lips as he extended his wand. The tension was palpable, a live wire snapping between two brilliant, broken minds who understood each other too well to speak, yet too proud to yield. The room waited, breathless, for the first spark to ignite the inevitable coll…