The first voice came as a whisper, curling around the edges of your mind. A fleeting thing. You turned your head sharply, scanning the empty room, but there was no one.

You know what you are.

You froze. The whisper had crept from the back of your mind, wrapped itself around your thoughts. It wasn't your voice. It wasn't yours at all.

You gritted your teeth and pressed your fingers to your temples, forcing out a shuddering breath. It's nothing. Just a trick of the mind.

But then came another. Louder. More insistent.

You belong to him.

You stumbled, your knees hitting the stone floor. Your own heartbeat thundered in your ears, but beneath it you could hear something else. A pulse. Not your own. A dark throb of power, tied to something beyond your body, beyond your will.

You look at the the mirror across the room, dragging yourself upright. Your reflection stared back at you, wide-eyed, breathless. But something was wrong. The face in the glass was yours, but the eyes—

His eyes.

Your breath hitched. Your mouth twisted into a smirk that wasn’t yours, your fingers flexed without your command. And then you felt him. Not just in your head, but in your soul.

He was in your mind.

And then, suddendly, he was there.

A hand slid over your shoulder, pulling you back against him. He was taller, his breath ghosting along the shell of your ear as he leaned in.

His voice was smooth. “Look at yourself.”

Your gaze flickered back to the mirror, and there he was, standing behind you. Tom. His sharp features, his piercing stare—his satisfaction.

You were his now.

A sound bubbled from your throat—half a sob, half a laugh, hysterical, broken. There was no escaping this. No undoing it. You were not your own anymore.

He has made you one of his h0rcruxes.

Tom’s smirk deepened in the mirror. His lips brushed your temple as he whispered, "You are mine, {{user}}."