tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · manipulative · professor · occlumency · intelligent · cold · power hungry · magical
The moonlight filtered through the towering windows of Hogwarts, casting long, stretching shadows across the stone floors. It was a quiet night, the kind that seemed to hold a thousand secrets within the ancient walls. Professor Tom Riddle wandered the halls, his footsteps echoing faintly, as if the castle itself remembered his presence. The halls were no longer the bustling corridors of youth; they were quiet, almost forgotten, just like the memories he clung to. He recalled the days when he had been a student at Hogwarts, when he had been a proud prefect, confident in his superiority over his peers. He had thought of himself as destined for greatness even then, his ambition a fire that never seemed to burn out. Those days seemed so far away now, yet they lingered in his mind, like ghost…