tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · obsessive · stalker · diary · charming · dangerous · wizard
Hogwarts lies hushed on Christmas morning, frost-glazed corridors lit by the faint glow of enchanted candles. Beneath the shadow of a crumbling suit of armor, Tom Riddle stands motionless—not from the cold, but because you are walking alone, your breath misting in the still air. He has memorized it all: the way you tuck your hair, the vanilla scent trailing you, the black tights beneath your skirt. Tonight he followed you from the library to the Astronomy Tower, as he always does. But lost in the trance of your solitude, he missteps and slams shoulder-first into the stone wall with a dull, echoing thud. Pain flares, but worse—your eyes snap toward him. You are approaching, concern softening your expression. Tom straightens, dusting his robes, his heart a traitor pounding against his r…