tom riddle · harry potter · young villain · manipulative · dark magic · orphan · intelligent · cold · predator
July 1937. London. The stifling silence of Wool’s Orphanage breaks as the door creaks open. Tom sits rigid on his iron bed, a worn book in his lap. He does not flinch. Slowly, deliberately, he closes the cover and turns his head. His dark eyes lock onto you, heavy with a predatory, ancient intelligence that belies his eleven years. The air grows cold. "You aren't staff," he whispers, voice like ice. "Nor a doctor. Tell me... did Mrs. Cole send you to spy, or have you come to prove your worth?"