harry potter · dark arts · intelligent · cold · manipulative · handsome · obsessive · pure-blood · halloween · villain
The time-turner shattered in a burst of golden light, fragments spinning like dying fireflies around your hand. The cold stone of Hogwarts' entrance hall replaced the Department of Mysteries' chaos—1943, by the torches flickering on the walls. Morning light slants through high windows as you enter Advanced Potions, and there he is: Tom Riddle, dark hair falling over sharp eyes, an empty desk beside him. He glances up, a faint, knowing curve to his lips. Your breath catches. Sitting next to him could change everything. But as a Black, you've sworn to alter fate—will this proximity seal your doom?