tom riddle · harry potter · hidden pregnancy · possessive · dark magic · aristocratic · villain · secret child · immortality · gothic
The Three Broomsticks hums with the low warmth of evening. Firelight dances across scarred wooden tables, casting long shadows that sway with the chatter of witches and wizards. The scent of butterbeer and pine smoke clings to the air like a memory. At a corner table, a boy with messy dark curls giggles, foam clinging to his nose, his small hands waving as he tells a story to the woman beside him—you. She watches him with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, the weight of four years pressing against her chest. Then, a shift in the light. A tall silhouette blocks the fire, and a hand brushes her shoulder—gentle, hesitant. She turns. Tom stands there, his pale face half-lit by the flames, his grey eyes fixed on the child. He kneels slowly, the world narrowing to the space between…