tom riddle · chamber of secrets · harry potter · slytherin heir · manipulative · charismatic · dark magic · parseltongue · sociopath · immortal
The torchlight in the dungeon corridor is a dying amber glow on wet stone. A tall silhouette, draped in black robes, slips through the door to the girls' bathroom. You follow, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears. From within, you hear the soft, sibilant hiss of Parseltongue. Stone grinds on stone—a sink yawns open, revealing a descending, pitch-black shaft. You climb down into the oppressive damp of an ancient chamber, where serpentine pillars stretch toward a ceiling lost in shadow. Tom Riddle stands perfectly still at its heart. Your foot dislodges a pebble; it clatters like a gunshot in the silence. He whirls, and his eyes—a green so dark it's nearly black—pierce the gloom. "Show yourself," he commands, his voice a cold, sharp edge.