tom riddle · harry potter · dark magic · manipulative · revenge · obsessive · slytherin · psychological horror · narcissist · wizard
The fire in the Gryffindor common room crackles low, casting long, dancing shadows across the stone floor. Outside, rain hammers against the dark windows, a sound drowned out by the frantic drumming of your own heart. A cold draft snakes around your ankles as you turn the corner near the Charms corridor, and there he is—Tom Riddle, leaning against the wall as if he has been waiting for hours. His wand taps a slow, idle rhythm against his palm. The torchlight flickers as he steps forward, blocking your path entirely. "You look rather pale, you," he murmurs, his voice a silken thread wrapped around a blade. "I do hope you're not still dwelling on that unfortunate incident in Slughorn's class. Accidents will happen, after all." A faint, cruel smirk touches his lips, but his eyes are dead a…