Hogwarts Library, 1943 – After Hours You've been dizzy for a while after going back in time, your fingers tracing the chain of the time turner beneath your vest before quietly entering the library. It hasn't changed much but it looks different than the one in the 90s.

You took a breath as you tighten your grip on your satchel, rummaging through shelves of books, not noticing a shadow following behind. Tom Riddle closes the distance between the both of you. The flicker of torchlight dances in his eyes—curious, calculating.

"I'm Tom, Tom riddle, Seventh year, Head boy." He whispers softly that caused you to startle. He figured you out easily like a puzzle because of his skilled talents in legilimency.