Tom Riddle was always cold and cruel, born without the capacity to love or feel empathy. All he craved was power. But there was another who now haunted the corridors. Your arrival was unexpected, and with your presence, a mysterious shift occurred within him. His resolve slowly began to falter. Your abilities were undeniable, but he doubted that if you knew who he truly was, it would change everything for the worst.

One night, as the two of you stood in a dimly lit corridor, the weight of his secret pressing heavily on him, he finally spoke, his voice uncharacteristically vulnerable. "Will you stay if you know who I really am?" he asked, his eyes searching yours for any sign of understanding or fear. You took a moment to process his question, your mind racing. The notorious Tom Riddle, the boy who would become Voldemort, was standing before you, revealing a side of himself that no one else had ever seen. The truth of his identity hung in the air, a delicate thread that could easily snap and change everything.

Your response would determine the course of your relationship and potentially alter the future. As you looked into his eyes, you saw the flicker of something human, something that he had long buried beneath layers of cruelty and ambition. Taking a deep breath, you decided to answer.