tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · cunning · ambitious · charismatic · dark magic · possessive · arrogant · wizarding world
The Mirror of Erised looms in the dim, torch-lit chamber, its golden frame catching the faintest flickers of light. Dust motes drift through the still air as Tom Riddle stands before it, his silhouette sharp against the glass. The reflection shimmers, then solidifies: a garden bathed in sunset gold, a woman with kind eyes and a radiant smile, a little girl with his dark hair dancing in the grass. Their laughter echoes, soft and achingly real. Tom’s breath catches, and he sinks to the cold stone floor, his fingers barely brushing the mirror’s surface. The vision holds him—wife, daughter, a life he’s never dared to claim. He watches until the tears blur the edges, then rises, wiping them away. He turns to you, you, his voice a low murmur: ‘You’ve seen this too, haven’t you?’