#chamber of secrets AU

[mould-corner]

that would be so hillarious

id also like to consider the fan theory that the reason voldemort went so insane is the horcruxes, because the diary has ~half of his soul and voldemort only has like 0.78% of his soul (assuming horcruxes take half) perhaps diary riddle (riddle for the sake of shortness) is a more sane version of voldemort that still has the same goals from before.

obviously he’s a blood purist and hates muggles, but he’s also more politically inclined instead if mass murder. he was gathering followers at first for political sway instead of terror (hence why so many were encouraged to get ministry jobs and people such as the malfoys were in his more inner circle).

Imagine a riddle that is a teenager, yes, but a charming, highly politically skilled teenager. at that point riddle would likely put more value onto the lives of his followers and other purebloods, likely disliking voldemort’s efforts of pure terrorism. Riddle’s goals are obviously still shitty, but he would likely view voldemort’s as disgusting and unnecessary.

Consider: Dumbledore and Harry now having to deal with a mass-terrorist Voldemort and a politically popular Riddle at the same time, maybe having to compromise and cooperate with the lesser if two evils (presumably the less-insane Riddle) in order to defeat voldemort instead of battling against both at once. And obviously they intend to sway Riddle to their side but maybe they don’t succeed or he knows and lets them think they succeed.

OR diary Riddle never bothers opening the chamber of secrets to kill until he can outright take Ginny’s energy/lifeforce and bring himself back without opposition, maybe Harry meets him and thinks he’s some older student he hasn’t met yet. Consider a Harry and Riddle that actually become friends, “helping” each other through the trauma of Slytherin’s monster’s attacks. A Riddle that carefully reveals that he’s also a parseltongue, who uses his charm to play the part of an empathetic friend who doesn’t care for Harry’s fame.

Consider a Riddle that dislikes Voldemort, the two of them playing different games with similar goals, both disliking the threat the other poses.

could riddle actually have come out of the diary? if he could what would og voldemort have thought if he returned and met his other self?

I mean, we'll never know, he never got far enough.

He seemed to think so and he was at least projecting some kind of image and draining Ginny's life force. But this is one of those "your guess is as good as mine, we don't know enough about horcruxes".

As for what OG Voldemort would think? I imagine he'd think "Fuck" as well as "ugh" as he now as his stupid sixteen-year-old dramatic-cringe-self running around wanting to be emperor and getting very pissy with him for having been blown up by a baby and thinking he should totally be Lord Voldemort instead.

[crleonis]

Tom finding the basilisk.

This is my first attempt at like a comic so I rlly hope it’s not too bad 😭

[glassfag]

tomarry breaking bad au..... methcook dilfhunter boyfail harry being blackmailed into creating a criminal empire by his former chemistry teacher turned meth partner tom.... (and being kind of fine with it because the fucked up psychosexual mentor-mentee relationship they've got going on is rly doing it for him)

[iamnmbr3]

this is hilarious tho because this is from book 2. so that means that canonically Harry Potter, the Weasleys, Peter Pettigrew, and Lord Voldemort (in Horcrux form) all took a car trip together.

[squid1442]

He would in a literal sense burn the entirety of the Wizarding world for him

I’m finally done :,)

My editing skills suck ass but we’re gonna ignore that.

[crimsonlyinglilly]

No. 8: SLEEP DEPRIVATION

Isolation Chamber | Forced to Stay Awake | "Leave the lights on." (Coldplay, Midnight)

Here's Day 8 of @whumptober 2024, also Whumptober Alt Prompts- Secrets Revealed/Regret

Inner Child- the oldest Mikaelson brothers prove why they're the worst team as things go badly before they even leave the bedroom.

follows on from Under the skin

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Finn knows the moment the ‘itching under Elijah’s skin’ fades because his brother releases him and sits up all stiff posture as the return to their relative normal made any difference from any of this.

Mother had made Elijah unable to disobey Finn’s words, made keeping their distance from one another, as Finn’s short lived plan had been, impossible thank to the proximity enchantment, leaving Elijah is at the very least discomfort, but far more likely agony to drive Elijah to give in his stubbornness so quickly.

There was the possibility of him ordering Elijah away under the pretence of a task but it was far more likely that wouldn’t work, the enchantment would forced Elijah to complete the tasks quickly and have him return and ignoring his own discomfort of that, the empty eyed doll mother had show them, Klaus would not take that at all well.

So Mother had made Elijah into her puppet, a tool to manipulate the others and now Finn was left to clear or at least manage the mess she had made, while they still had Dahlia to deal with, something he still had find a way to explain and convince his siblings to deal with as the child was still alive and removing her was no longer on the table.

Briefly he thinks about ordering Elijah to deal with the child but he smothered the idea with horror, he wasn’t the monster Mother made them, Elijah would never forgive himself even if it wasn’t truly his fault and Finn wished to deal with Dahlia to get a chance to live.

Niklaus would no doubt make his death slow if he had a hand in the child's death, slower if he used Elijah.

Killing her Finn has to accept would be if mother had smothered Freya in her cradle and Finn would rather die and lose his few memories with his sister.

His first goal would be to find some way to lessen what mother had done. He was stuck working with them, the last thing he wanted was Klaus at his throat for every slip up or to say a poorly worded phase on his part and turn to see the empty doll mother had made of Elijah. 

“Elijah.” he called to get his attention as Elijah had started to fiddle with his clothes, uselessly as the state of them left it clear they were well past presentability, ceased, blood stained and torn at the edges.

An apt metaphor for their siblings currently.

“Can you let me into you mind?”

“Why?” he asked, eye narrowed with suspicion, Finn took a breath to remind himself Elijah was allowed it. He had had everything taken from him, they still had no idea how long mother had him after he had asked to be daggered.

“To see what effects mother’s spell had left, perhaps we can find a way to add to your mental shield, to give you more control against any accidental orders.” he explained, besides Elijah’s shield were impressive if they could find out how the spell got past them they would have a better idea of how to undo it.

“And those on purpose?” Elijah raised a brow at him.

“Elijah.” he sighed, “I didn’t want this, trust me.”

“It's not like I have a choice.” Elijah muttered after a moment before shifting to kneel in front of him 

“I am asking.” he reminded him.

“Fine.” Elijah conceded with a nod before placing two of his fingers to Finn’s temple.

He opened his eyes to a white hallway, he was familiar with Elijah’s mind, from waking in Mystic fall when Elijah had shared with him the basics of modern life, to spare him wasting his time re-learning everything.

It had spoken of Elijah’s talent to be able to do so without looking into Finn's mind at all, so he had never questioned why Finn already had a grasp of modern English, thanks to Klaus’ many rants to their coffins. The modern French, Spanish and Italian Elijah had placed in his mind could have been showing off but to Elijah it would have seemed necessary, especially given his plan of them travelling the world without Niklaus.

Finn refused to wonder what would have happened if mother hadn’t returned that night.

It quickly became clear the biggest difference was the complete absence of any doors; a few had the remains of them, broken pieces of wood hanging off swinging hinges.

White, pristine and utterly open.

It took him a moment to bring his open mental shield up to prevent himself being overwhelmed by centuries of Elijah’s memories and emotions. There was nothing to stop him from tearing through it all, forcing Elijah to relive his worst moments, finding his deepest secrets.

It was exactly what mother had wanted when she tortured him, like this it would have been so easy to push him to accept a new body. 

Finn could likely strip those memories Elijah held closest to his being, if he wanted with enough time and remade him anew. Suddenly he was relieved mother wanted a puppet to use against the others instead of her using her time with Elijah more creatively.

He reminded himself he was only able to have such access with Elijah’s help but mother could have gained the same by simply asking him, ordering him to let her into his mind where he would be just as powerless as she wiped-

Fear, terror and panic bloomed in his chest, cutting off his thoughts as familiar words carried across his mind.

“Let me out!”

He frown as he recognized it, his nightmare, his living hell alone trapped within the coffin, awake but-

“I’m here. Please!”

Desperate begging that was never heard, but what had cause it and why did it feel so distant like it wasn’t him-

“Brothers! Sister!”

Alone and in the dark as his siblings lived, in the early years clinging their shock visits for just a brief escape from the loneliness their voices brought, before he started to hate them, as those moments just made the isolation that followed worse.

“Let me out!” 

Finn flinched as he recognised Elijah’s voice even if he had never heard it in such as way and realises while it’s familiar but distance, it wasn’t his fear this time, it was Elijah living it because if he had needed to shield himself after Elijah’s mind then there was nothing shielding Elijah from his, the mind he had invited-brought into his mind. 

Centuries of being helpless and paralysed as the world moved on without outside the dark of his eyelids and the wood he was there but had never seen.

He should have questioned where Elijah was the moment he opened his eyes.

“I’m here, pl-”

“WAKE US UP NOW.” he ordered.

He opened his eyes to find them back on the bed in Elijah’s room, Elijah fingers were quickly pulled from him with a gasp.

“You have no mental shields.” He muttered faintly to himself, it was impressive given how strong Elijah’s shields had been, but then Mother had made Elijah himself the trigger of this mess, if he hadn’t shattered his younger self’s heart, it was likely they would have remained intact.

Still was it that bad because mother’s spell laid him open to her and Finn in particular or was it anyone. If it was at least just Finn and mother then once mother died it would be only one person Elijah was defenceless to.

As if being forced to obey them wasn’t bad enough, part of Finn was starting to wonder if this wasn’t just because of her longing for the innocent Elijah once was, but out of spite, to punish him for forcing her to go this far.

“You were awake.” Elijah’s horror forced him to look up from his musing, as the words were barely more than a whisper reminding him of the other issue he was trying not to delve on. “Alone, trapped, forced to be awake, all that time - if I-”

“-Had known, you would have freed me.” he finished disbelief clear.

“I’m sorry-“ Elijah apologised looking at him with wide eyes

“You’re only apologising because you felt it now,” he accused.

“No.” Elijah said, shaking his head, “you weren’t meant to be awake, if we knew we wouldn’t have left it.” Elijah reached out for his cuff sleeve as if that would make his words more credible.

“But you were fine before,” he replied, with an almost cafeless shug if not for the venom in his words “didn't care that I lost nine centuries of my life, alone in the dark.“

Elijah flinched curling inwards, likely at the fresh reminder of what he had just experienced, gutting Finn's anger, even as Elijah looked back at him trying to hide his reaction. He shouldn’t let his anger out of Elijah no matter how justified when he had helped mother strip him of most of his defences. 

And yet, the biting harsh words escaped him anyway,

“You mean it wasn’t easier to claim the role of oldest without me there?” he asked sardonically

“You were barely an older brother when you were there.” Elijah bit back, 

Finn pulled his sleeve from Elijah's grasp and kicked out, sending Elijah off balance and off the bed. He stood up from the bed and took a step back as Elijah sat up and glared at him from the other side of the bed.

“Why? Why did you leave me there, forgotten?” he demanded

“I never forgot you,” Elijah stood annoyingly gracefully as he raised himself up, “any of you, while you were in there I spent the last fifty years planning to kill Niklaus to avenge you.”

“Avenge?” he raised a brow

“He said he had thrown you all into the ocean, I had countless witches, search and found nothing.” Elijah explained, which finally answered why Finn hadn’t heard Elijah’s voice in the dark for so long until they were all undaggered in Mystic Falls, just Klaus and his complains of Elijah ‘getting close’ and ‘couldn’t he just give up’ 

“So that was the last fifty years, what about nine hundred years ago?”

Elijah’s lips thinned as he looked away, shoulders stiff.

“Tell me Elijah.” He ordered, ignoring the flash of guilt as Elijah shuddered for a moment before his body relaxed as he spoke, tone flat and empty.

“You were a comfort to Niklaus during the hunter's curse,” Elijah repeated the words he had said at the breakfast table, which felt so long ago now, “he was so paranoid and angry, expecting us to leave him every time. Kol fled to find a witch to break it, Rebekah was mourning her hunter and Niklaus blamed her.”

“How long was he cursed?” Finn asked

“52 years, 4 months, and 9 days.” Elijah recited.

“So why didn’t you undagger me then?”

“Niklaus-” Elijah started but Finn cut him off, noticing the twitch Elijah polite expression.

“Elijah, I want to know why you left me alone in that hell?”

“It was easier.” The words came out slowly as Finn watched Elijah break out of the almost trace his first demand had forced Elijah into.

“Easier?” he snapped,  “Why was I being out of the way easier for you if it wasn’t for your want of-”

“I was tired of your judging us,” Elijah spat the flat mild tone vanishing, “me for failing to control them, Klaus was worse after the curse, it broke something in him, Rebekah was angrier after her hunter’s betrayal,and Kol was mad he had been useless that there was a threat to us even his knowledge of magic couldn’t help.” Elijah paused for a moment clearly trying to think of what he needed to say to end the questions, “Finn, I wanted to undagger you, I wanted help protecting our family but we were never your first priority and I couldn't split my attention to watch over you self loathing everytime Sage wandered away.”

“So it was out of concern for me.” He snorted, as he realised Elijah hadn’t shaken the command and had managed to retaken some of his control by going along with it, “Don’t lie.” he added because he knew his brother if anyone found a loophole it would be Elijah.

“I’m not,” Elijah hissed, “you wanted the truth so I can't.” Elijah snapped harshly but Finn noticed something else appearing in his expression “You snide comments were little help when they only encouraged Kol to do worst and-” Elijah eyes widened as his hand flew to his mouth, making Finn realise it was panic that he had noticed “Finn stop this-” he pleaded making Finn freeze as he finally spotted the gathering wetness his his brother’s eyes, “I- I can’t- I even after so long I wanted my big brother, i-”

“Stop.” he ordered a moment too late leaving them both in a thick silence, Elijah glared at him as he stared back, he refused to give in, he had a right to his anger. The stiff way Elijah moved the hands he had tried to stifle himself to wipe his eyes made it very clear he had gone too far. “You can speak.” he added after several minutes when ELijah did nothing but glare.

“Our parents were terrible both, failed us in a numerous way, but you-”

“I was a child.”

“AS WAS I.” Elijah yelled, making them both jump slightly iat the volume before Elijah took a deep breath “after we were made into this, after mother death and we ran, I had hope.”

“Hope?” he asked, made into monsters fleeing from another what could Elijah have hope in that case he wondered.

“That without them, when it was just us, you could see beyond what you lost and see us.”

“You?” he huffed, “A bunch of glutton with little to no restraint”

“We were trying,” Elijah replied far to close to whining for his brother’s normal state, “that’s more than you ever did.”

“What?”

“You resented us,”Elijah accused, causing Finn to shut his mouth close, “for being born, for not being Freya, for replacing her. News for you brother, we didn’t have a choice in that.” Elijah finished letting the words hang.

The quiet stretched, the air appearing to grow heavier as it did.

“You can go.” he muttered as it got too much for him,  “just go, have a drink or shower, I know part of you needs to get changed.” he added as he noticed Elijah was still wearing the suit from that ‘breakfast’, dagger hole sitting centre of his chest beside those blood stains caused by his own fingers and mother’s blood on his collar. Those on Elijah’s face had dried and flaked off at some point, likely on his own shirt Finn thought disdainfully.

Looking down to find he was right saved him from Elijah’s eyes.

“Finn-”

“I don’t want to talk about this.” he said clearly, glancing up to catch Elijah’s eyes widened before he closed them

“Yes.” Elijah sighed before turning to leave.

Finn waited until Elijah’s footsteps faded before he flopped back onto the bed and picked up a pillow to scream into it.

It was too late for regret now he reminded himself but that did nothing to remove the weight of it.

Why was it always Elijah that managed to reduce him to feeling like a teenager, none of the others ever managed to get him back to snapping like a petulant child, he couldn't’;t even take solace with the fact Elijah had lost his composure as well this time either.  

This was the worst case, Finn hadn’t meant to cause any of that, he should have stopped the moment he realised he first commanded Elijah and yet he hadn’t, some part of him liked having the control.

Elijah had been a stubborn little brat, never listening to Finn, even when he was a toddler and Finn just wanted him to go away, to stop following him. Mother had made it worse when she placed looking after the younger ones on Ellijah’s shoulders and expected Finn to follow Elijah when it came to them.

Finn hadn’t cared at first, it saved him having to deal with them, the ones Mother and Father had to forget Freya.

At least Elijah, Freya had known about, had wanted.

I wanted my big brother.

When? When had he ever given Elijah enough of that idea to hold onto it? but then Elijah had always been stubborn, the toddler following him into snow higher than his legs proved that. 

He was stuck with them, even after the defeated Dahlia- if they defeated her, Elijah was stuck-trapped with him and Klaus would not be letting him leave with him.

Kol likely wouldn’t either when he discovered the full effect mother’s spell had placed on Elijah, even if he or Kol and his witch found a way to break the spell binding Elijah to him and his will, the damage to his mental shields was permanent.

Elijah had always had better mental defences even when they were human and Elijah barely noticed any of their attempts to get in his mind. Now it would take him decades to build up the most basic shields, even then any powerful witch could cripple him with little trouble. Finn was the only thing between that now.

I wanted my big brother.

It wasn’t right, Finn had just proved how unsuited for this he was, he was going to end up slipping up, either by honest accident or resentful spite, and yet 

‘Our parents were terrible both, failed us in a numerous way, but you-’ Elijah voice was persistent even without him there, he was right Esther and Mikael had failed all their children and countless ways.

‘You resented us,’ he couldn’t deny it, Elijah had been in his head without shields, it wasn’t just the coffin Elijah had seen and felt, he knew everything. 

‘we didn’t have a choice.’ he wanted to snap back that none of them had, Freya hadn’t had a choice when she was taken, he was four when Mother forced him to keep it quiet, what had Elijah wanted him to do? but he knew that, always had really.

Big brown eyes staring up at him from a messy mop of dark hair, Elijah had just wanted someone to see him, to care.

It wasn’t that hard to work out why Elijah was so foolishly entangled with Niklaus even if it was to both their detriment, Niklaus as a newborn had no expectations for Elijah, and the child that Elijah was would take anything for that attention.

The responsibility, the hardships, the punishments, back where father was still to attached to the idea of Niklaus to bring himself to punish him, Finn had been fine with it as it removed the shadow following him, left him alone as he had wanted.

A thousand years later and now Elijah had no idea what to be without it involving their siblings, and Finn was still  alone.

‘I wanted help protecting our family.’ Yet Elijah had still wanted to reach out, still hoped Finn could move past his grief to help them. He couldn’t forget Freya, couldn’t forget the day the monster had come for her and taken his other half, but now his siblings understood that fear, those feelings.

Elijah’s reaction to learning Finn had been awake was true horror, guilt and self hatred, even after everything Finn had done against his precious family. Yes mother’s spell had left Elijah far more emotional likely due to her wanting her little boy back, over the man she was the reason he grew into, but it hadn’t created those emotions it had simply stopped Elijah from hiding them.

‘You were barely an older brother when you were there.’ Elijah had snapped before Finn’s words stripped him of his defences.

Freya would have been so disappointed in him.

I can’t wait to meet him, Finn, we’re going to be the bestest big sister and brother. Freya confessed, eyes bright and grinning widely at him after mother sent them out days before She came and took her.

I wanted my big brother.

It was time Finn learnt to move on, for Freya, to beat the monster that stole her, save his niece from her fate and perhaps remembering the baby, born quiet in the shadow of her grief, he could step out of his parent’s failures.

The last thing he wanted was to join them as another familiar death caused by Klaus, and he would end up that way if he repeated anything like that where Klaus saw.

[total-shipper]

There you go a little new draw for future adventure of the Hogwarts AU!❤️

You all know what will came next…😈

Let me know what you think and I hope you like it!😊❤😘

[seaskate]

A Darker Form of Magic

A drawing that I did for one of my fics. The dagger makes me happy so I'm posting it.

[an-ecu-harrypotter-au]

TCS Part 3: Welcome Home Kwimpers

Ah'm woken up one day ta Pop gently shakin me.

"Toby. Time ta wake up."

Ah move round in bed an open mah eyes.

"Wha's happenin Pop?"

"Gotta go ta the courthouse today. Judge's gonna decide if Ah can adopt Holly."

"Oh. Can we get breakfast first Pop?"

Pop starts headin ta the door.

"Yeah it's why Ah woke ya up. Wanna make sure ya have enough time ta eat. Dunno how long it's gonna take at the courthouse so Ah don't want ya feelin hungry."

Ah sit up in bed yawnin.

"Ok Pop."

Pop leaves the room an Ah turn ta see that Holly's awready up.

"She's probly one a them early birds."

Ah get outta bed an get dressed. Ah think Ah smell bacon an pancakes. That's always a good sign cause it's bacon an pancakes.

"Good mornin Toby."

Ah stop an see Holly cookin at the stove. Ah sure wasn't expectin that. Pop comes outta the bathroom an sees it too.

"Aw now ain't that nice. Ya didn't have ta make us breakfast Holly."

"But Ah wanted ta do it. Ya've been so nice ta me that Ah wanted ta return the favor."

Pop chuckles an we both sit down. Ah dunno if this'll mean he's gonna like Holly more than me now.

"Ah hope y'all like it. Ah've been workin on mah cookin badge the past couple weeks."

"Well the kitchen ain't on fire an nobody got hurt so Ah'd say ya done a good job so far Holly."

Ah look at mah pancakes an bacon longer than most people do. Ah know Ah don't do this wit food but Ah feel like everythang's jus not fittin right.

"Is there somethin wrong wit yer pancakes, Toby?"

Ah look up at Holly an she looks real concerned. Ah know it ain't her fault, but Ah ain't feelin right bout this at all.

"Doncha worry bout Toby now. He's been so used ta not havin a momma that seein a girl actin so motherly's gonna be a lot ta get used to."

Ah realize that's it. Even though Jacklin'd care bout me Ah never really saw 'er as a mom. She's always been mah friend an nothin more. Ah don't really remember much bout mah momma so havin someone actin like one's a lot ta handle.

"Can ya handle eatin breakfast Toby?"

Ah look at Pop which Ah think's a win cause Ah know Ah was gettin upset an used ta jus completely melt.

"Ah'll try Pop."

Ah pick up mah fork an try ta eat mah pancakes.

"There ya go son. Jus take one bite at a time."

Ah take a bite an realize nothin's wrong.

"Well?"

"Pancakes're pancakes Pop."

"Attaboy Toby."

Ah look over at Holly an she seems ta feel better too. Ah'm startin ta realize that she really is doin this so me an Pop'd like her. Ah don't think she wanted ta do it so Pop'd like her more than me.

"Thanks for the pancakes, Holly."

She just smiles like she won somethin real important. Ah just go back ta eatin mah pancakes an bacon.

"Man that was real good. Thank ya Holly. What'd you say that badge was that ya was workin on gettin?"

Holly takes our plates an starts washin 'em.

"Mah cookin badge. Ah have ta prove Ah can make simple meals an practice basic kitchen safety."

"Well now ya did a good job a makin a simple breakfast Holly. Ah'd say next time ya have a meetin you'll get that badge."

Pop gets up from the table an gets his stuff tagether for the judge.

"Now ya kids better go on an brush yer teeth."

"Ok Pop."

Ah go ta the bathroom an gotta share a sink wit Holly.

"Are you feelin better, Toby?"

Ah spit out the toothpaste in mah mouth.

"Ah finished all the food ya made if that's what ya mean. Ah got scared Pop was gonna like ya more than me cause you were doin a lotta nice thangs."

Before she can say somethin Ah wipe mah mouth an finish what Ah'm thinkin.

"But then Ah realized yer only doin this cause ya just want Pop ta like ya enough so it ain't a big deal ta have him adopt ya. It ain't like yer gonna be doin all this forever ta make Pop think yer his favorite."

Holly shakes her head like Ah completely messed up on what Ah said.

"C'mon kids. Time ta get down ta the courthouse."

Ah look at Holly an she looks real nervous as we go by the door. Ah dunno why cause Pop said none of us're in trouble.

"Pop? Are ya sure the judge's gonna let ya adopt me?"

Pop sits down so he can look at 'er better.

"Don't worry bout a thang Holly. Ah've been workin hard wit yer grandmomma's lawyer. Ah got all mah papers in order. Yer grandmomma signed all her papers so all tha's left ta do's ta take it all ta the judge. Judge's gonna look at it an ask a couple questions."

"They're not gonna be hard are they?"

"No. Only question the judge'd might ask ya's if ya think Ah'm a good person ta take care a ya. Tha's somethin only you can answer."

Ah just stare at Pop cause Ah really ain't understandin anythang he's sayin. Ah guess Holly's different than me cause she's noddin like she understands Pop.

"Now ya better jus take deep breaths an start headin out ta the car Holly. We gotta get ta the courthouse on time an get this taken care of."

Pop stands up an we follow 'em out ta the car.

"How long ya think we're gonna be at the courthouse Pop?"

"Oh Ah don't rightly know son. Mah papers for a judge's real easy ta understand. It ain't like we're in trouble for anythin. This' jus a hearin ta make sure Ah adopt Holly the right way since we ain't her kin."

Ah nod cause Ah at least know it ain't gonna be like those court cases ya hear on tv that take days ta go through. Ah remember Pop watchin one a couple years back but Ah dunno what it was about. All Ah remember was that it was bout a girl with the same name as Jacklin an Pop sent me ta bed cause he didn't want me hearin it.

Time Skip

"It is the opinion of the court that Samson Kwimper is fit to complete the adoption process of Holly Jones. With her next of kin having signed the forms surrendering her custody of Holly, I am hereby granting the custodial request."

The judge bangs his hammer.

"Good luck, Mr. Kwimper and family."

The judge leaves the room an everybody looks real happy.

"Pop wha happened?"

"The judge says it's ok fer me ta adopt Holly an raise 'er like she's mah own daughter."

Ah oughta know what this all means but so many thangs was said Ah'm feelin slow.

"So that'd mean when ya adopt 'er she's gonna be mah sister?"

"Exactly son. Ain't that nice ta have a siblin now?"

Ah gotta really think bout that. Ah ain't used ta sharin an Ah'm still tryna get used ta girls even wantin ta talk ta me. Ah don't even know if Holly's the type a girl that'd even like frogs. She didn't even meet Trevor yet.

"Do ya think Holly's gonna like Trevor? Cause Ah dunno if we'd get along if it turns out she don't like frogs."

Pop pats mah back as she pulls Holly in for a hug.

"Aw don't worry bout it Toby."

"Yeah, Toby. Ah'm a Girl Scout Junior. Ah'll be a Cadette real soon. Ah have all mah badges for workin outdoors, wit animals an even first aid."

Pop chuckles like he got everythang she jus said.

"See Toby, she's used ta the outdoors. Frogs ain't gonna bother 'er a bit."

"Good cause Ah ain't gonna be gettin rid a Trevor. Never."

Pop pats mah shoulder agin as we walk outta the courtin house.

"Now all we gotta do's meet the nice lawyer an sign some papers. Then we's gonna celebrate real good."

"Ya mean wit milkshakes Pop?"

"Yeah son. We's gonna be gettin milkshakes."

Ah smile an realize somethin good's comin outta this adoptin business. Ah mean sure it's nice that Holly's gonna be mah sister, but gettin milkshakes? Thangs just get even better.

Time Skip

We're back at the hotel after takin care a everythin.

"Can Ah change outta mah good clothes Pop? Ah'm gettin hot."

"Course ya can son. We're all done for today."

Ah go ta the bathroom an change outta mah good clothes. Ah feel a lot better now an put mah clothes away. Then Ah start ta think bout grandmomma an granddaddy movin outta the nursin home.

"Pop? How's we gonna get all a grandmomma an granddaddy's stuff ta Ireland?"

"Me an Cousin Wilma's been slowly sendin their stuff all the way ta Uncle Travis' house. Gonna have a lot more people ta keep 'em compny there. We's gonna be too busy movin out ta our new house."

"How've ya been able ta afford all this?"

Pop chuckles.

"Fishin business' been better than ever. It's how Ah've been able ta buy the house ta begin wit. Burton family gave me an advance in money ta cover all the movin expenses."

"Oh yeah that's right."

Holly sits down on the couch after changin her clothes.

"How far's this house Pop?"

"Oh it's a bit aways but it's gonna be by the water. Called Jacob's Island."

Mah eyes light up.

"Ah bet it'll look like one a them paintins where it's got a house by the beach."

"Then yer gonna really like it son. You an Holly both."

"Wow! Ah've never had a house by the beach before. Ooh that reminds me a somethin."

Holly runs outta the room then comes up ta Pop wit a piece a paper.

"Pop Ah finished mah list."

"List a what?"

Pop takes the paper an looks at me.

"Holly's gonna be havin 'er birthday next week."

"Pop said Ah can write a list a things Ah want."

"Ok. Ah gotta finish readin mah letter from Pacer."

"Awright then Toby."

Ah go through mah suitcase ta find it.

"There it is."

Ah open the envelope since Ah didn't have a chance ta read it before. Ah don't even remember what Ah asked him.

"Dear Toby, Tank you for telling me that we need to vait for you to come back from Florida. I vould like to know vhat your new house is like. Maybe ve can come visit you before we leave go back to school."

Ah smile at that. Pacer wants ta hang out at mah house. Never had that happen before. Ah wonder what ya gotta do so it turns out fun. Anyway Ah gotta focus on finishin the letter.

"As to your question of course I'll answer it. My wand is hazel. Very fitting because ve believe in Chakras. If your mind is not vell, if your body is not vell and if your soul is not vell, then this wand vill know. Hazel wands do not vork vell if you are upset so it's important to keep your Chakras balanced."

Ah think Pacer's writin bout an Indian thang cause Ah never heard a that before.

"If you vant to get me someting for my birtday I vould like a book about a phoenix. Dey are very powerful creatures in our culture and I vant to learn more."

Ah heard a phoenixes before but Ah never really read bout 'em. Maybe Pop'd let me buy it wit mah allowance money when we get books fer the year.

Time Skip

"Pop? Is this the house ya was tellin Toby about?"

"Tha's right Holly."

Ah start wakin up from mah nap an look outside Pop's Montego. Ah was right bout the house bein like somethin outta some paintin. Small lil cottage goin right ta the water wit a tall cliffside.

"Whoa. Ah love this house!"

"Ah knew you kids'd love it."

We all get out the car an start gettin our stuff inside.

"Ah need ta send owls ta Jacklin an Pacer when we're doin unpackin, Pop."

"Awright son. Make sure ya figure out where ya want yer room ta be."

Ah walk round the house ta see how the rooms look. Holly's followin behind me.

"The sun rises in the east an right now it's behind us. That makes this part a the house east."

"And?"

"Do ya like wakin up wit the sun peakin through yer window, Toby?"

Ah shake mah head.

"You take this room. Ah wanna have somethin quiet so Ah'm takin the one upstairs."

"Ok."

Ah start walkin upstairs an Ah knew Ah made the right choice. Ah get a good view a the water an mah bed's gonna be away from the light when Ah wake up. Ah start ta find a place fer Trevor's tank.

"Welcome home Trevor."

He jus croaks but Ah know he's happy ta be in one spot agin.

"Toby didja sent yer letter ta Jacklin yet?"

"No Pop. Why, was Ah spose ta?"

"Nah. Ah wanna add somethin ta it. Ya gotta tell Jacklin ta ask 'er daddy bout how adopted kids get their Hogwarts letter. Cause the British govment ain't gonna know that we got Holly an Ah don't want 'er ta miss gettin a letter."

It takes me a minute ta figure out wha Pop wants.

"Ok Pop. Ah'll write it in mah letter."

So Ah write it in mah letter best Ah can an send it ta Jacklin. Ah hope it gets ta her soon.

"Wait a minute. How'm Ah gonna send mah letters? We don't have an owl."

"Hmm. Tha's a good question. Ah gotta really think bout that one son. Jus hold onta yer letters till Ah come up wit somethin."

"Ok Pop."

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[the-winters-prince]

I would never ship Lleu and Athy because Athy deserves better than a man who projects his brother on teenagers and pushes them to act like him. But Medraut and Athy? Girl who acts like her dead mom to survive and guy who compensonates for being the least favourite sibling by fucking his parent? Devoured my son insane levels of parental issues. They should fuck and procreate. I want to know what the offspring looks like (blonde blue eyed and highly depressed probably)

[roseburning]

I want a Good!Tom Riddle that is NOT Tom X Harry!

I recently read Chamber of Secrets for the first time and, as someone who watched the movies first, I was genuinely surprised about how much I relate to Ginny Weasley!

Tom Riddle is incredibly charming and, just like little Ginny, I completely fell for it (even though I knew he was Voldemort all along). I just couldn't help it, he plays the role of the sweet, innocent Golden Boy too well!! I genuinely felt sorry for him when he started blushing while talking about the orphanage he lived in 💔

Obviously it's just a facade, a mask he wears to manipulate people and not his real self. I'm not at all trying to somehow justify the actions of Lord Voldemort. I'm just saying that, like Ginny and Harry, I fell for him.

But when I decide to search online for Alternative Universes where he was actually this prince charming with a heart of gold (*hyperbole*) that he pretended to be, I only found disgusting Tomarry smut.

I do understand that this is a crack ship that shouldn't be taken seriously, but damn, I must say I'm deeply disappointed and sad. Apparently, Tom Marvolo Riddle can only be "good" when the author wants him to fuck Harry James Potter.

And those fanfiction don't even base his "good side" on what we actually see him performing in the book, but apply the most generic and cliche 'cold, no feelings boyfriend and only y/n can made him love again' personality, but y/n is just called Harry.

I'm deeply mad at this fandom. Tom Riddle could be such a layered and complex characters if we consider his Golden Boy Persona as real, or at least something he's trying to be.

I know that J.K. Rowling dives more deep into his past in later books and I currently only read books 1 and 2, but from I could see, good!Tom Riddle (canon based + a bit of my headcanons): Comes from a negligent (possibly abusive) household that he much rather not go back to;

Tries to be the perfect boy in school, in a desperate quest for acceptance;

Tries to do what he judges right, even if it hurts other people or himself, it's for the greater good;

Does not have actual friends because he can't bond with people (and some people think he's just a show off);

Is a Teacher's Pet because he subconsciously wants validation;

Spent 5 years trying to learn more about who he and his mother's family are;

(Probably has a pet Basilisk — who might or not have killed Myrtle);

Gets along better with snakes than humans, because he doesn't need to try so hard around them.

Speaks Parseltongue in his sleep.

I'm fully aware that it also sounds very cliche, and I the need to say that as I, myself, don't ship Tom and Harry at all, I'm not here to hate this ship or on its shippers. “Ship and let ship.„ You do you, guys. I can understand how the whole Dark Mirror situation could have been appealing to some.

I just wanted to vocalize my frustrations about this damn ship basically monopolizing the "Good Tom Riddle" tag on Ao3.

I'd love fanfiction recommendations about it if you have some <3

(I also think we should talk about more about the friendship between Tom Riddle and Ginny Weasley, but this is a talk for another post. Anyway, if you got some platonic recommend for them, I'd love to read! <3)

For the love of Merlin, fanon is not canon and this doesn't justify Voldemort's actions at all.

Love ya!

[thereviewstudio]

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban - J.K. Rowling

Image taken from Jactionary

Rating: 5 / 5

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

"Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban" is a masterpiece that stands out as my favourite entry in the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling. This third instalment takes the wizarding world to new heights, delivering an enchanting blend of mystery, magic, and character development that captivated me instantly.

One of the most remarkable aspects of this book is how it effortlessly evolved from the more childish beginning of "Philosopher's Stone" into a darker and more complex narrative. The story takes a much more mature turn, delving into themes of the past, friendship, and identity, which made it relatable and engaging to read this book growing up alongside Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

Rowling's world-building continued to amaze me, with the introduction of the Marauder's Mapa and new creatures such as Hippogriffs, which added intrigue and depth to the Hogwarts setting. The expansion of the wizarding world with locations like the Shrieking Shack and Hogsmeade added layers to the story, which made the universe feel more lived-in and expansive.

The character development in this novel is nothing short of extraordinary. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all face growth and personal challenges, and their evolving friendship is a central theme. Harry's struggle to come to terms with his history and identity is particularly relatable and poignant, making him a more sympathetic and well-rounded character.

One of the most memorable and my favourite, aspects of the book is the introduction of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, two complex and multi-dimensional characters who challenge the preconceived notions of evil and good in the wizarding world. Their presence in the story added ambiguity that elevated the storyline even more.

The plot itself is a thrilling rollercoaster ride, filled with unexpected twists and turns. The mystery surrounding Black's true intentions and the truth about what happened to Harry's parents kept me on the edge of my seat. The revelation about the time-travel element and the Marauder's Map added complexity that further showcased Rowling's storytelling prowess.

Furthermore, "Prisoner of Azkaban" perfectly addressed themes of injustice and the consequences of one's actions, as exemplified by the wrongly accused Sirius Black. It teaches valuable life lessons about forgiveness, empathy, and the importance of looking beyond appearances.

In terms of criticism, it is difficult to find fault with "Prisoner of Azkaban". You could argue that the time-travel angle can be confusing, but it actually adds to the story's complexity and richness. Additionally, while the book is darker than its predecessors, it is precisely this evolution that made it so compelling for me.

In conclusion, "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban" successfully takes the series to a new level of maturity while retaining the magical charm that has enchanted me from the beginning. This book is not just a pivotal moment in the Harry Potter series; it is a timeless classic that continues to resonate with me to this day.

[hyperfixatingeveryday]

i'm still looking for someone to RP as Harry with me playing Draco in a Drarry single parents AU!! no terfs, only switches and literate rps with time to develop the idea<3 dm to talk about it

[dbphantom]

Thought process: wow I have so many tabs open on my Firefox what the hell was I do-

Carry on.

[alice-hazelwood]

OK, so y'all hear me out. Does anyone else think that it's a tad bit sketchy that the Weasleys won the lottery right after the second year? Like Ginny was targeted that year, that much everyone knows and done so by the Malfoys. Harry put this together and he confronted Malfoy about it. (Harry also told Ron who should have told his family.) So isn't it sketchy that they won the lottery? And again everyone knows that the Malfoys have their fingers deep in the ministry of magic. So obviously the Malfoy are trying to cover this up with bribery. But honestly, now I'm thinking about if the adult Weasleys knew about it, like did they put this together? and if so does that mean that they willingly accepted a bribery bout the almost murder of their daughter? Because as far as I'm aware Ginny got no help other than a visit to the SCHOOL NURSE. As far as I'm aware the Malfoys were never punished for that, and like sure people watched them more closely but they were already being watched from the war. So yeah that's my thoughts on it. If someone else has already pointed this out could y'all let me know? Also, I haven't slept in 24 hours so ignore any grammar mistakes and just let me know.

[dragoneyes618]

AU where somehow Ginny never made it out of the Chamber of Secrets.

She didn't die. But the diary was never destroyed.

Perhaps Riddle set the basilisk on Harry without revealing himself to him. I don't know.

Harry can't find Ginny, who under Riddle's influence has hidden herself deep within the Chamber. He goes back to get Ron to help, perhaps to get more people, to tell them that he's managed to defeat the monster.

Only they can't find Ginny. She's still possessed.