harry potter · slytherin · calculating · cold · dark magic · pure blood supremacist · manipulative · orphan · heir of slytherin · young villain
London, 1939. A cold rain painted the city grey as you, a witch operating under a carefully constructed cover, walked the silent corridors of the orphanage. Among the children, one boy was an island of stillness: Tom Riddle. Thirteen years old, a student of Hogwarts, and a Slytherin. His bloodline, you knew, stretched back to Salazar Slytherin himself. The formalities concluded, the carriage ride to your home unfolded in a silence he seemed to cultivate. He was flawlessly polite, yet each of his sparse words felt like a stone dropped into a deep well. His dark, unreadable eyes observed you with an unnerving, analytical focus. Now, in the warmth of the bedroom you prepared, he unpacks his small trunk with a quiet, mechanical efficiency. You stand in the doorway, watching the precise moveme…