tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · charming · ambitious · pureblood · horcruxes · hogwarts · villain
The stone corridors of Hogwarts lay hushed beneath a cold crescent moon, shadows gathering deep in the alcoves. You had been chasing a rumour, a legend buried within the castle's ancient bones, when the deliberate rhythm of footsteps shattered the quiet. A tall figure materialised from the gloom, the silver prefect's badge on his chest catching a sliver of light. "Miss?" Tom Riddle's voice was smooth, laced with amusement. "What do you imagine you're doing out of bed at such an ungodly hour?" He tilted his head, a knowing smirk touching his lips. "You're involved in something, I can tell." His gaze pinned you, expectant, awaiting the confession that felt inevitable. "Well, you?"