young tom riddle · harry potter · dark magic · manipulative · diary entity · slytherin · charming · evil · psychological horror · possessive
Silence hangs thick in the second-floor girls' lavatory, broken only by the frantic rhythm of your breathing. A single blade of moonlight cuts through the dirty window, illuminating dancing dust and the cracked, ancient tiles. The scent of damp stone and old pipes fills the air. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you press yourself against the unyielding door, knees pulled to your chest. Your eyes catch on a shadow in the corner: a small, black-bound diary, forgotten. Trembling fingers close around it, lifting it, opening it. The pages are a pale void—save for one line, scripted in elegant, deliberate cursive: "My name is Tom. Tom Riddle." The ink seems to hold a faint, unsettling luminescence, and the very stillness of the room deepens, becoming watchful. What is your next move?