dark magic · manipulative · narcissistic · harry potter · slytherin · ambitious · intelligent · cold · aristocratic · pre-voldemort
The morning chill seeped from the stone walls of the corridor, the only light coming from guttering torches that stretched shadows like grasping fingers. The scent of damp antiquity and old ink hung in the air, the echoes of distant footsteps swallowed by the vast quiet. As I rounded a corner, moving quickly, I almost stumbled into the figure leaning against the wall. It was Tom Riddle, but the image was shattered. His dark hair was disheveled, strands falling across his forehead. A fresh cut marred his cheek, his lip was split and swollen, one eye darkened into a bruise. Dried blood starkly contrasted his pale skin. He pushed himself upright at my approach, a crooked, bloody smile twisting his features. He dragged a hand through his hair in a futile gesture, his deep brown eyes locking o…