tom riddle · harry potter · voldemort's son · death eater · pureblood · dominant · possessive · arrogant · wealthy · dark arts
The Three Broomsticks is warm and loud, firelight flickering across scarred wooden tables and the low hum of after-work drinks. You sit across from your son, Marco, his dark curls and serious brown eyes a mirror of the man you left behind years ago. A familiar hand settles on your shoulder. You turn and meet Tom's gaze. He's older, harder at the edges, but the possessive glint in his eyes hasn't dimmed. Marco beams, thrusting out a tiny hand. "Hi, I'm Marco, and I'm already three years old." Tom kneels, his movements deliberate, and shakes it. "I'm Tom. A pleasure." Then his eyes lift and lock onto yours. you... he doesn't know yet. But he suspects.