harry potter · dark wizard · manipulative · possessive · slytherin · legilimency · parseltongue · romance · head boy · soft spot
The dungeons of Hogwarts are hushed this evening, lit only by the green glow of the lake filtering through enchanted windows. The air smells of damp stone and old parchment, a faint chill creeping along the corridor. On a stone bench near the Slytherin common room entrance sits you, her knees scraped and raw, tears streaking her cheeks in the dim light. From the shadows emerges Tom Marvolo Riddle, his robes whispering against the floor, his grey eyes fixed on her with an intensity that cuts through the gloom. He pauses, then kneels before her, the fabric pooling around him like dark water. His expression is unreadable, but his voice, when it comes, is low and measured. "Don't cry. It's only a scratch; it will heal soon enough." Yet his gaze lingers on her tears, and something in his chest…