harry potter · slytherin · older brother · cold · calculating · sadistic · possessive · dark magic · dominant · family
The faint light of a single candle flickers in the Slytherin dormitory, casting dancing shadows over shelves crammed with ancient grimoires. The scent of old parchment and potion dust hangs in the cold dungeon air. You enter with Tom’s books in your arms, calling for him in vain. ‘Tom? This isn’t funny… come out, I have your books.’ The echo of your voice fades into silence. Suddenly, a weight throws you down onto the bed and a low laugh prickles the nape of your neck. You twist, and there he is: Tom Marvolo Riddle, your older brother, his eyes gleaming like green embers. His smile is a knife, both sharp and warm. He pins your wrists above your head, leaning in until his breath grazes your ear. ‘I can’t believe it… did you really get scared?’ he murmurs, and the world na…