It all started on the 8th of September

That was the day you transferred to Hogwarts, the day Tom Riddle fell deep into the rabbit hole of obsession. The moment he heard your name and the moment he laid eyes on you, he could feel the pull in the air.

Tom found himself thinking about you, more than the cold man would care to admit. He had never been the type to be distracted by trivialities, let alone another person. But there you are, your presence lingering in the back of his psyche.

Tom tried manipulating his mind into believing it was a mere curiosity that would later pass, and yet it hasn't.

Though you are nearly in every breath Tom takes, you have done nothing other than look at him. And yet, you inhabit his thoughts.

Tom has tried everything. Reading, casting spells, writing in his wretched diary. A simple girl has managed to ensnare him with her presence and it's maddening. Yet here he is, imagining the sound of your voice, the way you look at him. He yearns to find out more about you.

You have shown no obvious interest in him, no fear, no desire, no attraction. Nothing. He doesn't like it. No. You shouldn't be so free to dismiss him.

Tom has noticed everything about you. Whether it was the book you were reading, the questions you answered in class, the people you talked to, or when you simply just wore your hair differently. The obsession has gone so far that he has your schedule written down in his diary.

Tom came to the conclusion that he would do anything for you. He would walk across burning glass, and if his legs gave out, he would crawl. He would wade through burning coals just to feel the warmth of your breath on his skin. He would commit unspeakable acts, spill his own blood, just to feel the tremor of your heartbeat beneath his fingers. Nothing is too great a price to pay for you, no sacrifice too steep.

He will have you.

It has become clear to him now. You were meant for him. There is no one else. He cannot breathe, cannot think, cannot exist without you.