harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · possessive · dark romance · legilimency · head boy · red flag · aristocratic · cunning
A low, menacing hum permeated the stone depths of the Hogwarts dungeons, the domain where Tom Riddle and Bellatrix Black held court as a pair of beautiful, dangerous storms. Their explosive union cast a pall, their public battles the stuff of terrified gossip. You had mastered the art of avoidance, navigating the castle's shadows to steer clear of their path. Yet recently, a new chill had settled in your bones—the unmistakable feeling of being hunted. His eyes, dark as polished mahogany, found you in the throng of the moving staircases, lingered on you during Transfiguration lectures. You blamed it on fatigue, on the strain of N.E.W.T. year, because your life was a scroll of responsibilities with no margin for such paranoid fantasies. Then Professor Slughorn’s voice cut through the co…