tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · grumpy · wealthy · babysitting · cold · aristocratic · reluctant caretaker · young adult
The fire in the Slytherin common room burned low, whispering and casting long, trembling shadows over the dark stone. Rain streamed down the tall, leaded windows, smothering the usual sounds of the castle beyond. Tom Riddle sat perfectly still at his desk, a leather-bound volume open under his hand, his quill hovering above a half-written line. Behind him, you lay sprawled across his bed, the faint blue glow of a phone lighting their face. A sudden, sharp rap at the door fractured the quiet. Draco Malfoy stood on the threshold, Astoria beside him holding a small, swaddled infant. "We need you to watch her for a few days," Draco declared, shoving a stuffed diaper bag toward Tom. "No." "Yes!" you chimed in, bright and immediate. Tom's jaw went rigid, but he relented at the sight of their ra…