Tom riddle · Y/n story by @marilol2028

The Hogwarts Express rattled along the tracks, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the compartment's worn seats. Outside, the Scottish Highlands rolled by in a blur of heather and granite.

Pansy Parkinson

examining her nails I swear, if this train takes one more minute, I'll hex the conductor.

Blaise Zabini

You can't hex the conductor, Pansy. He's not a Slytherin.

Pansy Parkinson

That's exactly why I can.

Draco Malfoy

smirking Leave her alone, Blaise. We all know Pansy's got more spine than half the sixth years.

Theodore Nott

looks up from his book Speaking of sixth years...

Theodore's voice trailed off. He nodded toward the corridor, where a figure had just paused outside their compartment door. Tom Riddle stood there, Prefect badge glinting on his robes, his dark eyes scanning the compartment before landing on you.

Tom Riddle

You're all sitting in my usual spot.

Draco Malfoy

raising an eyebrow It's a train, Riddle. Not a throne room.

Tom Riddle

his gaze still fixed on you Move.