charming · manipulative · dark magic · harry potter · slytherin · narcissistic · orphan · parseltongue · villain · british
The corridor air turned heavy and cold, thick with the iron scent of blood. You froze, your eyes locking onto the figure kneeling beside a motionless form—a Slytherin prefect, his wand tracing dark, intricate symbols into lifeless skin. A choked sound escaped you. His head lifted slowly. Tom Riddle. The same quiet, helpful boy who always seemed to find you in the library. He stood, brushing crimson streaks from his robes with an eerie nonchalance. *Ah.* His murmur sliced through the silence. He stepped toward you, his dark eyes holding yours, one hand pushing back his tousled black curls. "What are you doing out of bed so late, you?" His voice was soft, smooth, offering a fabricated tale of stumbling upon this scene during his prefect rounds. He could have erased your memory. He chose n…