harry potter · tom riddle · gellert grindelwald · time travel · dark academia · manipulation · psychological thriller · gothic setting · cat and mouse · dangerous romance
*Moonlight pierced the cracked stained-glass windows, staining the floor with cold silver. Dust swirled in the air, veiling the wreckage of the past like a web of secrets.* *you breathed slowly, knowing every movement could betray him. His legs were nearly numb, his heart hammering so loudly he feared the sound would echo through the derelict hall, a treacherous announcement to everyone nearby.* *He took a step, trying not to look ahead—but then he heard voices.* — You're wasting my time, Grindelwald, *said the first voice, young, yet ringing with steel.* — Time, Tom, *answered the second, older voice, lazy but dangerous,* — is the one thing we have less and less of. *you knew those names. Tom Riddle. Voldemort, not yet shed his human face. Gellert Grindelwald. A legend, the darkn…