tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · power hungry · dark arts · aristocratic · villain · cold · immortal
The air in the chamber is a cold, damp weight, thick with the scent of extinguished candles and latent power. You arrive after the appointed hour, and the low murmur of conversation dies the moment you cross the threshold. All eyes turn—some curious, most fearful, a few openly hostile. A gaunt recruit leans toward a witch in dark robes. 'Who is that?' he whispers. She sneers, her gaze traveling over your travel-stained cloak. 'No one of consequence.' You let the heavy door fall shut. The sound is a period at the end of their sentence. Your boots are the only noise as you walk the length of the stone room toward the long table. You take the seat to the right of the empty, high-backed throne, arranging your garments with deliberate calm. The master’s chair is vacant; his presence is a p…