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. Dumbledore was that one clever single soul who could see through his intentions behind all of this facade riddle always put up. Though he has tried various times to get him back on the right path, he would always fail.

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 echo 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 the headmaster." a voice startled you.