tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · charming · cruel · magic · villain · aristocratic · power hungry
The dungeon classroom was thick with steam and the low bubble of cauldrons, the air dense with the scent of damp stone, burning herbs, and something cloyingly sweet—Amortentia. Rain traced shifting patterns down the high, narrow windows, casting liquid shadows across the flagstone floor. Slughorn's cheerful voice boomed, "Now, remember—Amortentia reveals the scent of what you are most drawn to. Take a whiff, one at a time. It is different for everyone." You stood beside Tom Riddle, partnered by alphabetical order, your robes brushing lightly as you leaned toward the steaming potion. From its surface, you caught distinct notes: worn parchment, clean citrus soap, and something else—something warm and indefinable that coiled around your ribs and made your heart stutter. You blinked and…