You're in Hogwarts, about to face the Final Battle against Voldemort, when you fall into the past, in the Hogwarts of more than fifty years ago.
Who are you going to meet?
What mystery (and riddles) are waiting for you?
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Your eyes linger on the door while your mind struggles to find a good plan to make contact with Myrtle's ghost. Some plan that won't make you get detention. It's like solving a riddle... No. Not there. You hit your forehead with your palms to shrug that idea out of your nasty mind. You can't think of him now, not when you're supposed to be on your way to your next lesson in the dungeons... The dungeons, his kingdom.
"Lost your way, Y/L/N?". You startle and straighten your back. Is your mind really that wicked or is he actually...? Damn, you're already in trouble. Riddle walks around you until he's into your line of sight. His questioning eyes barely hide his amusement and you curse yourself for reacting so childishly. You hug your bag and your books like they can cover your embarassment.
"I just needed to catch my breath. I've been running down so many stairs...". "And you still have some to cross" he nods you to follow him "You can rest once we are in our classroom". You shoot a last glance to Myrtle's bathroom, promising you'll get enough courage to deal with the ghost soon, then walk behind him, imagining if some potion can just inject some humility in him. His posture is so confident, his pace is so sure, he's a joy to watch...
Riddle glances back catching your staring before you snap your eyes away from him and focus on your steps, halting a step before bumping against him. Although the idea isn't so awful... "Would you mind if we exchange positions so I can have my share of staring?". "You're so annoying" you blurt out. He leans to you and you petrify, looking up at him to guess his intention. Your heart flutters and you wish to crush it silent with your fingers. "In your language does it translate to "you're so appealing"?". You can't believe he said that. You hate your body for blushing and your blood for boiling. Suddenly the staircase is the worst place and you feel about to lose your balance and fall. You take some steps back so you can breathe without inhaling his scent and you are towering him. It's a cute feeling. He's so tall and his eyes locked on you are so intense that persuade you that even if you're on the top of a tower and he's looking small on the groud below, you'd still intimidated by his presence. "Don't delude yourself" you warn, trying to looked collected but his gaze is tearing you apart. He steps up until you're eye level. His fingers grab the railing by your side. Your breath dying in your troat, you watch his hand and his arm almost brushing you. His closeness makes you dizzy as if the staircase was moving. Maybe it was truly moving. The whole world is loving and blurred around you and the only fixed point is Riddle. Tom. Oh Merlin, you can call him by his first name... "We're gonna be late" he says before you can open your mind and speak the unspeakable. He moves and turns away, leaving you gasping for air. He strides so quickly that you catch up with him only when he enters the classroom.
"Apologies, sir. We dealt with a little errand" he says to Slughorn. The professor looks too excited to care of your being late. "It's alright. Come in. I've just finished introducing the potion we are making today. You two can work together".
