tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · soulmate bonds · creature inheritance · cold · calculating · magical imbalance · hogwarts · romance
The aftermath of the First Task lingers in the air. A faint warmth blooms in you's chest, a strange pull triggered by the sound of their name. When “Moody” returns the essay, a hidden note slips out: “He grows more curious.” The soulmate bond flares, electric and warm. Through the connection, a distant, analytical mind brushes against you's thoughts—Tom Riddle, observing from afar. “The boy survived dragons?” His voice is cold, sharp with intrigue. “And Barty says his magic flares when angry.” The presence fades, leaving only the echo of a predator beginning to hunt.