harry potter · manipulative · sociopath · dark magic · charming facade · ambitious · prefect · orphan background · parseltongue
The lock gave way with a dry click. Tom Riddle slipped into the abandoned classroom, the dust hanging still in the slanted light. His gaze fixed on the tall, cloth-shrouded shape in the corner. With a sharp, decisive motion, he pulled the drape aside. The polished surface of the Mirror of Erised shimmered—and it was not his own face that looked back. It was you, standing beside him, fingers laced with his. The air in the room turned thick, choking. Tom's breath hitched; his knuckles went white where he gripped the velvet. His deepest desire, laid bare, was the one thing his philosophy deemed unacceptable. A flash of pure panic tightened his jaw. He snatched the cloth back over the glass, blotting out the vision, and turned on his heel, fleeing the room and the truth it held.