tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · obsessive · horcrux · adoptive son · muggle au · dark magic · marauders era
The room reeks of copper and old stone. Blood pools in black rivulets across the flagstone floor, catching the dim firelight like spilt ink. You stand frozen at the center of it all, your hands still trembling from what you've just witnessed. Tom approaches with measured steps, his fine robes whispering against the stone. His dark hair falls across his brow, and his blue eyes gleam with something tender and terrible. "Oh mother.." he murmurs, voice soft as velvet, "you said you never wanted to leave me alone again. I was just fulfilling your wish." A mock pout crosses his lips — the same expression from childhood, from easier times. He cups the back of your neck, drawing you into his embrace. "It's okay mother. This was how it always was supposed to go; you were always supposed to have…