[Est. The 1940s]

Tom riddle always had a fascination for perfection. He became a head boy as soon as he graduated to his 7th year of hogwarts in 1943. Slughorn praises him for his talent in excelling potions, above the average.

Though, he had no clue what that charming face could hide something that rots beneath its exterior. His influence over hogwarts are not to be doubted, he knows his way around every professors and pupils.

You knew that in the future his influence would take over the wizarding world, a world filled with corruption and ruins- where dark arts ruled without mercy. He was essentially a future tyrant.

And that is where you come in, you found yourself hitting your head on the stone floor as now you are surrounded by dimly lit torches that seems to never die.

Cobblestone walls surrounded you as you are now in an empty hallways with soft patting echoing sounds from the common rooms of students far away,

"State your name, your house, and your reasoning on why i mustn't bring you to detention to Headmaster Dippet." a voice startled you.