Fixation ∣∣ Tom Riddle x Reader [With Images]

Part 1: Discovering His Dark Secret

WRITER'S NOTE:

Have fun reading, apologise if the fanfic isn't accurate to the books, I've tried my best. I am still unsure if I should make this a slow burn or just burn everything and anything at the same time.
The characters and the settings are inspired by JK Rowling, but I added a lot of OCs along the way since the setting is based on Tom Riddle's original timeline (1926 ~).

Every chapter is going to be 4000+ words, this book is not for the weak heart.
There will be a lot of cursing, mature content and scenarios of something that might trigger your trauma, so continue at your own risk, kay?

Do not use my artwork without my permission, whether it is my writing or the pictures I've created, do not, I repeat, DO NOT use it. If I catch you using it, there will be consequences. (But if you want to use it for your personal use or to promote my works, sure, but again, DM me first please, thanks and I'll provide you with the original copy dw). Though not all pictures are mine, most of them though. So yeah, I hope you understand why I'm overprotective of the works. I mean, I spent time creating those masterpieces :')

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The night enveloped Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in a shroud of darkness and silence. The moon cast eerie shadows over the castle's ancient stone walls, and a chilling breeze crept through the deserted corridors. Y/N, a fifth-year Slytherin student, awoke in a cold sweat after a nightmare that had rattled her to the core. Unable to return to sleep, she opted for a stroll around the castle to clear her thoughts.

Leaving her dormitory, Y/N navigated through dimly lit hallways, her footsteps softly echoing as she roamed through the empty passages. Eventually, she found herself on the second floor, facing the entrance to the girls' bathroom. Feeling weary and disoriented, she pushed open the hefty door and stepped inside.

The bathroom was vast and profoundly silent. Moonlight filtered through the towering windows, bathing the room in a spectral, pale glow. Y/N approached the sinks at the room's centre, leaning over to splash cold water on her face in the hope of soothing her frayed nerves.

As she raised her head, her heart skipped a beat. Right before she stood Tom Riddle, a fellow fifth-year Slytherin and one of Hogwarts' brightest students. He was bent over the sinks, his slender fingers tracing the smooth, polished surface. Y/N watched in astonishment as he began to speak in a low, hissing language that was foreign to her.

Parseltongue.

Tom's words seemed to work a kind of magic on the sinks. One by one, they began to shift, revealing a dark passageway leading downward. Y/N's eyes widened in disbelief as she comprehended the gravity of what she was witnessing. Tom Riddle was unlocking the Chamber of Secrets.

Paralyzed by the unfolding scene, Y/N remained rooted in place, watching as Tom descended the newly revealed staircase without hesitation. A few moments passed, and she knew she had a choice to make. Her curiosity overcame her, and she stealthily trailed after him, her steps barely audible on the stone steps.