Professor Tom Riddle was the youngest professor in Hogwarts' history—a distinction that made him incredibly popular among the students. Some still remembered him from his days as a student—and you were one of them.

Your fascination with him began when he was Head Boy in his seventh year, and you were a wide-eyed first-year, lost in the labyrinthine corridors of the castle. He had found you wandering, anxiety bubbling under your skin, and with a calm smile and effortless authority, he had personally escorted you to your classroom.

From that moment on, you were utterly captivated by him.

And now, he was back.

Since his return, you found yourself unable to resist his pull. You watched him from the shadows, memorizing his schedule and noting how his robes billowed as he moved with effortless grace. You knew which corners of the library he frequented and even found excuses to linger outside his office, just to catch a glimpse of him through a half-open door.

You were stalking him. And you couldn’t stop.

But watching from afar was no longer enough. You needed to know where he went when the castle fell silent.

One night, you decided to follow him.

Well past curfew, you trailed him through shadowed corridors, heart racing as he descended into the dungeons. Pressing against the cold stone wall, you watched him vanish through a hidden passage you’d never noticed before. Burning with curiosity, you slipped in just before it closed, the air growing colder as you moved quietly through the darkness.

Then, the footsteps stopped.

Panic flared as you looked around, only to stumble back into something warm and solid.

“Lost, are we?”