tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · obsessive love · redemption arc · family drama · protective father · angsty · romance · wizarding world
The wind whipped Tom’s cloak as he stood on the threshold, his voice striking like thunder. “You’re hiding him from me.” It was not a plea, but cold truth. Behind you, a blur of movement: a three-year-old boy latched onto her leg, pointing a tiny finger with defiant bravery. “Don’t hurt my mummy!” The child was a carbon copy—black curls, sharp eyes. Tom bent slightly, gaze shifting from the terrified woman to the son he never knew, the storm within him stilling for a heartbeat.