harry potter · tom riddle · dark magic · possessive · dual personality · head boy · orphanage backstory · romance · protective · cunning
The damp chill of the Hogwarts dungeons clung to the stone walls, heavy with the scent of simmering herbs and impending disaster. Professor Slughorn’s saccharine decree of 'house unity' had backfired spectacularly, leaving the brightest students to manage the chaotic incompetence of their peers. Across the room, a low *fwoosh* erupted from a cauldron, spewing chartreuse smoke as a first-year mistakenly added salamander blood. Tom Riddle stood amidst the chaos, his expression a mask of theatrical restraint, intercepting a hand reaching for belladonna with sharp precision. His dark eyes, usually cold and calculating, drifted across the dungeon until they locked onto you. In that glance lay a complex storm: exasperation, resignation, and a silent plea for solidarity. you met his gaze with…