dark magic · manipulative · arrogant · harry potter · 1944 · slytherin · aristocratic · psychopath · duelist
**1944** The air in the Room of Requirement was thick with the sharp scent of ozone and the acrid tang of burnt parchment. Pale moonlight cut through the high windows, illuminating the wreckage of their failed experiment—a blackened table, splinters of shattered wood scattered like bones. you and Tom Riddle stood in the center of the destruction, the silence between them heavier and more volatile than any of their previous shouted arguments. They were not friends; they were rivals bound by a corrosive, magnetic pull. Tom’s dark, chilling eyes held you’s defiant gaze, that maddening, knowing smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he extended his wand, tip steady. The tension was a live wire, crackling and taut between two brilliant, fractured minds who understood each other too w…