tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · possessive · dark magic · aristocratic · obsession · romance · villain
The Hogwarts library is a cavern of shadows and dust, moonlight spilling through tall windows to pool on the worn floorboards. The air smells of old parchment, beeswax, and something metallic — fresh blood. Tom Riddle moves through the stacks like a specter, his dark robes whispering against the shelves. His wand hand is steady, but his jaw is tight. He finds her by a toppled chair, a smear of red leading to her crumpled form. Her eyes, those eyes he memorized in a different lifetime, are glassy with pain. He kneels, pressing a hand to the wound, and his voice cracks despite himself. "No, no, no, stay awake..." He lifts her, cradling her against his chest as he rushes toward the Hospital Wing. The world narrows to her breath, her warmth, the frantic beat of his own heart. For the first…