Slytherin Boys x Y/N Short Stories/Reacts

The Lost Diary - Tom Riddle

Y/N was a curious student at Hogwarts, always with her nose buried in a book or exploring the lesser-known corners of the castle. One rainy afternoon, she found herself in the Room of Requirement, a place that had always intrigued her with its ability to transform based on her needs. Today, it appeared as an old, dusty library filled with forgotten tomes and mysterious artifacts.

As she wandered through the aisles, a small, leather-bound diary caught her eye. It was unmarked and unassuming, yet something about it called to her. She picked it up and flipped through the empty pages, wondering who it had belonged to. Slipping it into her bag, she made her way back to the common room, eager to uncover its secrets.

That night, she sat by the fire, quill in hand, and decided to write in the diary. "My name is Y/N," she penned, feeling slightly foolish for talking to an empty book. To her surprise, the ink faded, and new words appeared on the page.

"Hello, Y/N. My name is Tom Riddle."

Y/N's heart raced. She had heard the name before, whispered in the hallways and mentioned in old stories. Tom Riddle was a legend at Hogwarts, known for his brilliance and charm, but also for the dark rumors that surrounded him.

"Tom Riddle?" she wrote back, curiosity outweighing her caution. "Are you a ghost?"

"No," came the reply. "I am merely a memory preserved in this diary. But I can still converse and share my knowledge."

Over the next few weeks, Y/N found herself drawn to the diary more and more. Tom was intelligent, witty, and seemed genuinely interested in her thoughts and experiences. He shared stories of his time at Hogwarts, his ambitions, and his dreams. She felt a strange connection to him, despite knowing he was just a memory.

One evening, as she sat in her dormitory, she confided in the diary. "Tom, I think I'm falling for you. Is that crazy?"

The ink swirled on the page before his reply appeared. "Not crazy at all, Y/N. I feel a connection with you as well. You are unlike anyone I've ever known."

Her heart fluttered at his words. She knew it was foolish, falling for a memory, but she couldn't help it. Tom understood her in ways no one else did, and his words filled the loneliness she often felt.

But as time went on, Y/N began to notice a darker side to Tom. He spoke of power and control, of bending others to his will. She tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the affection and understanding he showed her. Yet, the nagging feeling that something was wrong grew stronger.

One night, she decided to confront him. "Tom, what are your true intentions? Sometimes you scare me with your talk of power."

The reply was slower this time, as if he were considering his words carefully. "My dear Y/N, I seek greatness. And I want you by my side. Together, we can achieve anything."

"At what cost?" she wrote, her hand trembling. "I don't want to hurt anyone, Tom."

There was a pause before his next words appeared. "Sometimes, sacrifices must be made for the greater good. But I promise you, Y/N, I would never hurt you."

Tears welled in her eyes. She wanted to believe him, but deep down, she knew the truth. Tom Riddle was dangerous, and she was falling deeper into his web. She made a decision that night, one that broke her heart but felt necessary.

"Goodbye, Tom," she wrote, her tears smudging the ink. "I can't be part of your world."

The diary remained silent for a moment before his final words appeared. "Farewell, Y/N. You were the only light in my darkness."

With a heavy heart, she closed the diary and tucked it away in her trunk, vowing never to open it again. The pain of losing him was almost unbearable, but she knew it was the right choice. Tom Riddle was a shadow of the past, and she had to step into the light of her own future.

Years later, Y/N would look back on that time with a mixture of sadness and relief. She had loved a memory, but she had also saved herself from a darkness that could have consumed her. And in the end, that made all the difference.