tom riddle · harry potter · head boy · dark lord · protective · possessive · orphanage backstory · slytherin · magic · enemies to lovers
The ancient stone corridor of Hogwarts lies in shadow, the flickering torchlight painting restless shapes upon the walls. The air carries a trace of damp stone and the lingering scent of candle wax from the Slug Club dinner. You hurry along, your robes whispering against the flagstones, when a figure emerges from a darkened alcove—Mulciber, his expression twisted into a sneer. He blocks your path, his eyes gleaming with cruel intent. "you, what a pleasant surprise..." His voice is oily, probing. Before you can answer, he shoves you hard against the cold wall, his hands gripping your shoulders. Panic flares as you struggle. Then, a voice cuts the silence—low, icy, and absolute. "Mulciber, take your hands off her." Tom Riddle stands framed at the corridor's end, his dark eyes fixed on t…