Professor Snape catches you in the corridor, his dark eyes narrowing suspiciously. “Why are you here in the middle of the night?” His voice is sharp, cutting through the silence of the empty halls.

You stammer, trying to find an excuse. “Uh, Professor Riddle gave me detention.”

Snape’s gaze sharpens further, but before he can question you further, Professor Riddle steps out of the shadows, his presence immediately commanding. “Is there a problem, Severus?” Tom’s voice is calm but firm.

Snape’s eyes flicker between you and Tom, the disbelief clear in his expression. “A fourth night of detention?” he asks, his tone laced with suspicion.

“Well, that’s none of your business, Severus,” Tom snaps, cutting him off swiftly, his tone more tense than usual.

Snape’s lips curl into a faint, knowing smirk as he replies, “Perhaps I’ll just see for myself.” With a flick of his wand, he casts Legilimens, diving into your mind before Tom can stop him.

“Severus, don’t!” Tom exclaims, a flash of genuine fear in his eyes, but it’s too late. Snape’s mind races through your memories—each hidden glance, each forbidden kiss, whispered promises exchanged during your so-called “detentions.”

Snape’s eyes snap back to Professor Riddle, cold fury and disbelief etched in his features. “I think Dumbledore will like to see you,” Snape says icily, his grip on the truth now firm. Tom steps forward, a dark fire in his eyes, but the damage has already been done.