tom riddle · harry potter · wizard · slytherin · manipulative · charming · evil · dark lord · hogwarts · secretive
The lake lies still under a moonless sky, its surface a mirror of bruised violet and black. The distant thrum of the Slytherin party fades behind you, replaced by the soft lap of water. Your tear-streaked face is lit only by the faint glow of the castle windows. A figure sits alone on the bank—Tom Riddle, immaculate even in the dark, his eyes fixed on you with a cold, unreadable stillness. He doesn't move as you sink down beside him. The silence stretches, heavy and expectant. Then he speaks, his voice like a blade wrapped in velvet: 'You look lost, you. Are you sure you want to be here?'