The dark corridors of Hogwarts had always held a certain allure, but tonight they seemed even more mysterious. I was on my way to the library, the only place where I could find some solace from the chaos of school life. As I turned a corner, I nearly collided with Tom Riddle. "Watch where you're going," he said coldly, his eyes narrowing. "Sorry," I muttered, trying to sidestep him. But he didn't move. Instead, he studied me with that intense gaze of his, the one that seemed to see right through people. "What are you doing out so late?" "I could ask you the same thing," I shot back, my heart pounding. He smirked, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Always so feisty. But seriously, what are you up to?" "Just heading to the library," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I needed some peace and quiet." He laughed softly, a sound that sent chills down my spine. "The library? At this hour? You must be desperate." "Maybe I am," I admitted, feeling a strange pull towards him despite myself. "Interesting," he said, stepping closer. "You know, there's more to the library than just books. Secrets, hidden passages... things that most people never even notice." "Like what?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. He leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. "Like the Room of Requirement. It's a place that appears only when you need it most. Have you ever been there?" I shook my head, mesmerized by his words. "No, but I've heard about it." "Come with me," he said, holding out his hand. "I'll show you." I hesitated for a moment, but then, against my better judgment, I took his hand. He led me through the dark hallways, his grip firm and reassuring.