#chamber of secrets AU

[riverxsong-ao3]

Just some fun writing, not sure if this will expand into a full thing

“It was Hagrid, Ron. Hagrid opened the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago.”

Later that night, when the lights had turned down low and everyone else had long since retired to bed, Harry lay awake, his thoughts whirling, unable to settle. At long last he sighed, reached under his pillow, and retrieved the small black diary from where he had concealed it. The more he thought about it, the less sense it made. Hagrid? Really?

He had always known that Hagrid, despite being his first and oldest friend, had an unfortunate penchant for surrounding himself with large, dangerous, magical creatures. He’d confided in Harry that he’d always wanted a dragon, and then he had acquired one. The three-headed dog that had been put into service guarding the Philosopher’s Stone had belonged to Hagrid as well, and even his other dog, Fang, was about as big as normal, non-magical dogs went – though not particularly vicious. That Hagrid might want to liberate and keep an ancient, magical insect or something similar – for it must have been, with that many legs – was not outside the realm of possibility.

But the heir of Slytherin?

If there was one thing Harry had come to learn about the magical world, at least in what little he had seen of it thus far, it was that one’s Hogwarts house was something to be carried with a sense of pride. Malfoy had crowed about his entire family being in Slytherin, Ron cherished his place in Gryffindor among his brothers, and even Harry himself, who had not known about Hogwarts until he was eleven, carried no small amount of satisfaction that he had convinced the Sorting Hat to place him in the very same house as had been his parents’, years and years back now. And hadn’t Hagrid derided Slytherin, the very first time they met? Hadn’t he claimed that there wasn’t a Dark witch or wizard who hadn’t come from Slytherin, his voice thick with contempt as he recounted that Voldemort himself had been sorted there?

No, Harry thought, Hagrid was most certainly not the heir of Salazar Slytherin. Harry himself stood a better chance of that, what with his ability to speak to (and, if he were truly honest with himself, his own fondness for) snakes, not to mention the heated exchange he had held with the hat during his sorting. Hagrid might try to force open the Chamber of Secrets to release the creature within, but he would not leave a veiled threat against Muggle-borns painted in blood, and he would most certainly not go around attacking people. Harry was missing something.

With another heavy sigh he fetched a quill from his nightstand, opened Tom Riddle’s diary, and began to write.

“Tom?” His handwriting was shaky, his body and mind both fatigued. He almost hoped Riddle wouldn’t answer, but Harry knew he had to understand what he had seen.

“Harry? Is that you?”

“Still me, yeah,” Harry wrote. “Sorry to bother you again, I hope you weren’t sleeping. Do talking diaries sleep?”

There was a pause. “I am not, precisely, a talking diary, Harry,” Riddle responded at last. “I am more than a mere enchantment, more than a talking portrait or statue, less than a mortal human. But no, I do not sleep – not in the traditional sense of it.”

This only left Harry’s mind swirling with more questions, but he pressed on. “Oh, alright then,” he replied. “I had some more questions about the Chamber of Secrets, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, Harry. I feel most alive, most human, when I have someone with whom to speak.”

This made Harry smile; he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about Tom, yet, but it was nice that the older boy seemed to enjoy his presence. “I was just wondering – are you sure it was Hagrid that opened the Chamber?”

“Quite certain,” Riddle wrote back. “The monster escaped, and a thorough search was made of the grounds and the Forbidden Forest, but it was never found. After Rubeus was expelled, however, the attacks ceased, and those unfortunate students who had been Petrified were restored to their former selves.”

“Right,” Harry replied slowly, “but it doesn’t make sense. I know Hagrid, and he can’t possibly be the heir of Slytherin. Maybe he let out the monster fifty years ago, but he wouldn’t bring it back to the castle now. What if… what if someone else opened the Chamber of Secrets, and used Hagrid being expelled as a reason to stop the attacks?”

There was a very long pause this time. “I suppose that could be possible,” Riddle said finally. “You are very clever for your age, has anyone told you that?”

A warmth spread through Harry; Hermione was clever, not him, right? But Riddle had said it, and Harry felt a bond growing between the two of them. “Did they let you stay at Hogwarts for the holidays?” he asked, changing tack. “After the attacks stopped, I mean.”

“No.” Even in writing, Harry could feel the bitterness seeping through. “I was compelled to return to my usual living situation, though thankfully this did not last longer than a few more summers.”

“I’m sorry.” Harry wrote. “I live with Muggles, too – my aunt and uncle. They don’t like magic much.”

“Most Muggles don’t, no.” Riddle wrote. “If I may ask, why are you living with them?”

“I’m an orphan, too,” Harry replied. “My parents died when I was a baby. I don’t remember them at all.”

“We are very similar, Harry,” Riddle said. “Are you, by chance, in Slytherin as well?”

“You’re a Slytherin!” Harry wrote, absolutely gobsmacked. “But you’re so… nice. All of the Slytherins in my year are pretty awful. But no, I’m in Gryffindor, like my parents. Everyone seems to think I’m the heir of Slytherin, though.”

“And why would they think that?” Riddle asked. “For the record, most of my classmates in my own house were fairly unlikeable as well, though I worked hard to earn their respect.”

“It’s because I’m a Parselmouth.” Harry explained. “I don’t know how, but somehow I can speak to snakes, just like Salazar Slytherin.”

“What a strange coincidence,” Riddle wrote, the letters slow, elegant, and deliberate. “I, too, am a Parselmouth.”

A horrible thought struck Harry; Riddle, a Slytherin, and a Parselmouth? “Tom,” he replied, his hand shaking again, “you’re not the heir of Slytherin, are you?”

“I would have no idea,” Riddle wrote back. “As you saw in my memory, my mother died when I was born, and my father… Well, with a name like ‘Riddle’ I have to assume he was a Muggle. There are no wizard families that I know of with that surname.”

“Oh,” Harry wrote, calming. “I’m sorry. At least I know who my parents were now. It’s terrible not to know anything about your family.”

“I agree.”

“I wish we could talk for real, Tom,” Harry wrote, after a moment’s deliberation. “Sorry, can I call you Tom? I barely know you, but…”

“Of course, Harry.” He breathed a sigh of relief; he wasn’t usually so forward. “I too would enjoy speaking with you, face to face. I have never met anyone else with whom I could hold a secret conversation in the ancient and sacred language of snakes. We could even be friends, possibly.”

“We can be!” There was that strange feeling again, a sense that he had known Tom for a long time, much longer than he had had the diary. “We can be friends like this, even if we can’t actually speak to each other. Maybe someday…”

“If I discover a means by which we might properly converse, you will be the first to know,” Tom replied. “For now, I look forward to our correspondences.”

“Me too,” Harry wrote. “I’ll write you every day, I promise. I need to sleep though, now.”

“Good night, Harry,” Tom said. “Try not to think of the Muggles too much. You’ll always have me to talk to.”

“Good night, Tom.” Harry closed the diary with a satisfied smile on his face, a curious feeling spreading through him as he curled on his side, the little book warm and comforting where he pressed it to his chest. A friend! Of those, Harry had very few. Ron and Hermione were wonderful, of course, but there were things they didn’t really understand. Both had loving families, both had grown up wanting for nothing. Ron’s family struggled, and Hermione’s were not magical, but they didn’t really know.

Tom did.

The days passed, and the two of them grew closer and closer. Though Tom was a few years older than Harry (well, more than fifty years, strictly speaking, but he seemed to have frozen in time at age sixteen), they understood each other on a deep level. Harry wished for the day Tom might be released from his paper and leather prison, or to someday meet the man Tom Riddle, the one who had preserved himself thusly. Each evening and morning they spoke, and each night Harry fell asleep with the diary clutched tightly in his arms.

And then came the day that Tom was stolen.

[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 😭

[that1notetaker]

@wixenforever Hullo! I'm back with...gestures.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the kids going back to hogwarts and keeping their summer dynamic going through the school year. Theyve got no more f’s to give at this point. Snape receives -1000 damage for having to deal with their very normal, very totally platonic friendship. (I'm a fan of people's reactions to characters going out of the norm so this is purely self indulgent. Hope you like it!)

(this is a fan-take scene inspired by @wixenforever ‘s NottPott fic. Give it a read if you like slow burns and cool worldbuilding and a cat with far too many teeth to be a normal cat. We love you John.)

[ghostscarface]

Harry Potter and the Muggle therapist

Session three : trauma dumping

Harry: "And then I had to fight a 60-foot basilisk in a sewer when I was 12."

Therapist (writing rapidly): “Fear of intimacy manifesting as a monster in a dark, enclosed space. Possibly phallic.”

Harry: "No?? It was literally trying to kill me??”

Therapist: "Yes, kill the child self. Classic Jungian rebirth arc."

[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.

[righteousenjoymentofthunder]

thinking about an au where lucius, particularly inspired by the death eater raids at the world cup, decided to release tom riddle's diary into hogwarts in the chaos of the end of goblet of fire's world cup instead of in the chamber of secrets

[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!😊❤😘

[an-ecu-harrypotter-au]

TCS Part 15: The Answer

Ah manage to make it back to the dorm and see Holly sittin at a table. Knowin Ah can't let Holly know Ah know, Ah try to play it cool.

"Ya got a big test comin up Holly?"

"Oh uh. Yes. Ah'm studyin for Potions. Professor Snape's tough so Ah gotta do my best."

Ah know she's lyin. Ah just need to make sure she won't leave.

"Ok. Just don't feel like ya gotta study alone. Ah'm gonna go and take a nap upstairs."

"Where's Jacklin?"

Ah go no idea if tellin her means Jacklin'll be attacked next since she knows but Ah can't lie. Ah just have to say somethin.

"Last she said she was goin to the library. Dunno how long she'll be gone."

"Oh. Ok. Ah'll just ask her for help. Wouldn't wanna disturb ya from yer nap."

Ah can only look at her.

"Well. Alright then. Ah would wait till she gets back if ya need help. Can't have ya gettin attacked if you go alone."

"Yeah. Yer right. Thanks Toby."

Ah slowly go to my dorm room and lay down on my bed.

"Trevor do ya think Ah'm makin a mistake by not followin Jacklin?"

He makes a small ribbit noise.

"Doooh. Ah dunno what ta doooooo. Holly's gotta be the one behind all this and Ah just know Jacklin ain't gonna be ok."

Trevor gets closer to the glass so he can look at me. He makes a small little noise again.

"Ok. How bout this. Do ya think Jacklin's gonna die?"

He croaks but it ain't a small croak.

"Good good. At least Ah don't gotta worry bout that."

Ah take a breath.

"Ok Ah'm gonna try ta nap. Maybe Ah'll have a vision or somethin Ah dunno."

Ah try to get comfortable in bed so Ah can fall asleep.

"Here goes nothin."

Ah close my eyes and try to focus on gettin a vision. Ah try picturin Jacklin while she's readin a big book in the library. That kinda helps as Ah can see Jacklin. She ain't in the library though. She's in the hallway by the library. She looks like she's runnin but Ah don't know why yet. Then Ah start to see what looks like Jodie goin after her. Ah can see Jacklin gettin to a corner when Ah suddenly see a giant snake come out in a flash.

"Jacklin no!"

Ah wake up from my nap gaspin for air. If this vision's true, Jacklin's in trouble.

"Ah was right Trevor. Jacklin saw the snake. Ah gotta tell McGongall somethin's wrong."

Ah immediately go to leave my dorm when Ah see McGonagall comin in.

"Mr. Kwimper there's something that you need to see."

"Yes ma'am."

Somethin tells me Ah already know what happened but Ah follow her to the Hospital Wing. Ah'm so distracted by what Ah'm gonna see Ah don't even pay attention to whether Holly's still at the table.

"Now just to be clear, this is going to give you a bit of a shock. I just want you to be as calm as possible."

"Yes ma'am. Ah'll do my best."

"Alright. Go right on in then."

Ah walk into the Hospital Wing and Ah stop after a couple steps. McGonagall's right in that it'd be shockin. Jacklin's lyin on a bed petrified. Ah see Jodie by the bed and Ah get angry.

"You did this! Ah knew it."

Jodie stands up and starts comin up to me.

"I ain't done a thing! Mr. Gryffindor asked me to follow her because he was worried this would happen!"

McGonagall gets in between us.

"Both of you stand down. This gets us nowhere."

Ah take a step back and try not to cry. Jodie takes a step back and takes a breath.

"First off let's get one thing straight. Mr. Tatum is the reason why I know about this attack. He specifically brought Miss Gryffindor to the Hospital Wing under my supervision."

Ah take a breath.

"Yes ma'am."

She turns to Jodie.

"Now Mr. Tatum, tell me what you saw when you found her."

Jodie takes a breath.

"I saw a whole bunch of water on the floor. Whatever it was that attacked her, it didn't even make a sound. She didn't scream neither but when I saw her, she was on the floor petrified. I was only a few seconds behind her so unless this monster's invisible I ain't got a bloody clue on how it can attack then just disappear."

McGonagall nods like she's believin this.

"Well for the time being, you and Mr. Kwimper will remain here. I have to alert the Headmaster immediately. Hogwarts is not safe if a pure blooded wizard has been attacked as well."

She rushes out of the Hospital Wing. Ah look at Jodie and he's lookin at her hand before reachin out to touch her.

"Don't touch her!"

"Ah calm down. She's got somethin in 'er hand behind the mirror. See fer yerself."

Ah look real close and he's right. Ah try to take the mirror and the paper out of her hand. It's real weird to do this since it's like Ah'm takin somethin out of a stone statue's hand. That scares me knowin Jacklin feels cold too.

"What was she doin if you was followin her?"

"She was tryin to give that paper to Dumbledore. Must've found somethin in some of them old books about what the monster could be."

Before Ah can really look at the paper Dumbledore comes in. Ah hide it since Ah can't even begin to explain it.

"I am relieved to see the two of you are unharmed. Mr. Tatum, if you can come with me. Your testimony will be quite helpful."

"Yes sir."

"As for you Mr. Kwimper, if you ever have any information do not hesitate to come to us. Until then, you will follow your Head of House back to your dorm."

"Yes sir."

Ah follow McGonagall back to my dorm. Once Ah get there Ah notice Holly's still at the table but she looks tired.

"Holly are ya ok?"

"Oh uh. Yeah Ah'm fine. Ah'm a lil tired from studyin. Ah'm goin to take a nap now. Sorry Ah didn't know ya were awake"

"Well alright then. Ah just woke up after havin a vision. McGonagall just brought me back from the Hospital Wing. Jacklin got attacked just now."

Holly jumps when Ah said that. That doesn't give me any hope.

"Oh. Ah. Ah'm feelin a lil sick. Ah'm goin to mah room."

Holly picks up her book and rushes to her room. Since Ah can't chase after her, all Ah can do's go back to my room and read over Jacklin's paper.

Time Skip

The next day, Ah walk alone to the Great Hall. Well not really alone cause McGonagall's leadin the whole House there, but alone in that outside of Holly Ah don't really have friends.

"Your attention please."

Ah look up and Ah'm very shocked to see Jacklin's dad in Dumbledore's spot.

"Given the recent attack on my daughter and the fact that the monster still has not been found despite numerous attacks, I am hereby using my authority to suspend Headmaster Albus Dumbledore from his position."

Everyone's shocked to hear this. Even kids like Vince who don't really like Gryffindor's shocked to hear this. Jacklin's dad's really doin this on his own choice.

"As the Heir of Gryffindor and with the approval of the Ministry of Magic, I will be appointing Professor Minerva McGonagall as the interim Headmistress. I have personally sent owls to all of your parents alerting them of the change. I know these are trying times and some will see this as unfair, but my sole focus is the safety of you students and the staff who educate and care for you."

He turns to McGonagall and nods to her as he steps down.

"Headmistress."

She walks up and everyone's still silent. Ah see Jacklin's dad go up to Jodie. He whispers somethin into Jodie's ear and leaves. Ah wish Ah knew what it was all about.

"It is my deepest regret to inform you all of the latest rule changes made at the request of Mr. Gryffindor. All Quidditch matches are cancelled for the year. In addition, all students will be confined to their Common Rooms regardless of year and will be escorted to the facilities by their Head of House. Trips to the library for study purposes will also be specifically scheduled by their Head of House. Finally, the Hospital Wing is officially closed to visitors."

Ah feel so sick Ah can't even pay attention no more. It's just all awful.

"With all that said, I release you all to your meal."

Food appears on the table but Ah can't eat. Ah take the paper Jacklin had out of my pocket and focus real hard on it. Maybe Ah can figure it out so we can get this mess fixed up.

Time Skip

It's now April and 2 weeks after Jacklin's attack, Ah'm still gettin nowhere on the notes. It ain't because it's a code since Ah saw the snake in my vision. My problem's that Ah just need more help puttin it all together.

"Attention, everyone."

Ah look up and see McGonagall enter.

"Today we are scheduled to visit the library with Ravenclaw. If you have any work please bring it with you. I will not be escorting you if something was forgotten."

Ah get up and put the paper in my DADA book.

"Come along Gryffindor. No dawdling."

So Ah follow her down to the library with my book since Ah already finished my work. If all the Ravenclaws will be at the library, this'll be my chance to finally ask Scott about the paper.

"Right inside, there we go."

Once Ah walk in, Ah see an older boy and Ah realize that Ah've seen him before somehow. He kind of looks like Brendan Frasier from Encino Man. Ah think this is Scott and realize Ah can't be scared of askin him for help. If he really does care about helpin Jacklin, he should help me figure this out. So Ah go right on up to him.

"Um. Scuse me."

He turns to look at me.

"Oh you're Jacklin's friend. Toby was it?"

"Yeah Ah'm Toby."

"Right. Terribly sorry about the attack."

Ah have no idea on how to respond to that since thankin him just doesn't sound right. Ah just hand him the paper and get to the point.

"Do ya know what all this means? Ah was able to get it outta Jacklin's hand before the Hospital Wing was closed to visitors."

He looks at the paper. Then he flips a book open to a picture of a giant snake.

"This was Jacklin's summary of a monster known as a Basilisk. It's taken from this book Ancient Fantastic Beasts. Since breeding such a creature has been banned since at least the 13th century, we had to really narrow down our search. Then again, since it was created by Herpo the Foul, I'm a bit ashamed I didn't think of it sooner. But I'm going off on a tangent. What do you need help with understanding?"

Basilisk! That's it! Ah remember seein Herpo's frog card comin back to school after Christmas last year. That's why snakes kept poppin up in my head. Ah don't want Scott feelin bad about not knowin anything so Ah'll ask all the questions Ah got.

"There's a lot Ah don't understand. Ah don't even know where to start."

"Ask me anything and I'll do my best to answer."

"Ok. Then well... If it kills people by lookin at ya how come no one's died?"

Scott nods.

"That's a good question. I looked at every attack in the castle on a case by case basis to see what could be found in common. It's still a working theory, but I think it's pretty sound."

"Oh. So ya know why the first attack was Filch's cat?"

"Somewhat since Mrs. Norris is a cat and is therefore an outlier in this situation. From my understanding of Herpo the Foul's notes, animals simply aren't affected by the Basilisk's stare the same way people are. They can't die but are petrified none the less."

"Ok..."

"Now the motive I believe is quite layered. This would be the first attack using a creature the magic world hasn't seen in centuries. Therefore, testing it on a student first would raise immediate concern if it failed. Mrs. Norris being a cat is unable to talk like us, making her the best test subject. Second, if the perpetrator really is targeting muggle borns, then Mr. Filch being a squib would also make him a target. He's allowed to work on school grounds despite possessing no magic ability. Such an act would be unacceptable to someone with that specific viewpoint."

This is real confusin at first, but then Ah get what Scott is sayin.

"Ah guess that makes sense. But what bout Tim?"

"Tim McLean, according to Jacklin, was found looking through his camera's view finder. I'm sure you know how a camera works right?"

Ah think real good and hard about how a non-digital camera works like Ah'm tellin Jacklin.

"Yeah yer basically lookin through glass so ya can focus on what ya wanna take a picture of."

"Exactly. I learned from Muggle Studies that because you're not making direct eye contact with the subject, it makes looking through it different than simply having glasses. Glasses only make it easier to see everything around you so there is no protection from its stare."

"Then. Yer sayin Tim didn't die cause lookin through the camera ain't the same as lookin through glasses?"

"Yes that's exactly what I'm saying."

Ah start to feel better now that we're talkin about human stuff. Then Ah remember Pacer's attack and start feelin bad again.

"What about lookin through a window like what Pacer was doin?"

"It would depend on where you are. If it was right in front of you with only a window separating the both of you, then you will die since a window doesn't distort your view in anyway. Now if you were to see it as a reflection, then yes that would only result in petrification. Pacer had to have seen it glancing at the glass in the Astronomy Tower while it was behind him."

Hearin that makes my eyes widen.

"Jacklin had a mirror. Ah gave it to her for Christmas cause a my gut feelin that she'd need it for somethin. When Jodie from Slytherin found 'er, she had the mirror in her hand. She told me that she'd use it round corners so she couldn't be caught off guard."

"Well yes a mirror would definitely be considered a reflection. You're not directly looking at it since everything would be flipped."

"But why would she get attacked? Ah get why Tim would be cause he's human born and why Pacer would cause he said he's like a quarter magic. Jacklin's whole thing though is that she's pureblooded so shouldn't she oughta be safe?"

Scott sighs.

"Yes she is fully magical. The issue lies in both her foiling the dark Lord's scheme last year and her not being a pureblooded wizard."

"Huh? Her momma's all Veela how's she not pureblooded?"

"Veela are completely separate magical beings. Jacklin might still be fully magical, but Veela magic is completely wandless, making it a blow to the belief that wizards using traditional magic are superior. Coupled with her mother being Bulgarian, some purists would consider it as not only an improper marriage but also that Jacklin herself would be an illegitimate heir."

Ah blink.

"Ah don't think Ah'm gettin this."

"Alright then how about this: The dark Lord is the heir of Slytherin. He has a point of view that only pureblooded British wizards should learn magic. Jacklin is not that, but she is the heir of Gryffindor. Therefore, if he wants to have all the power in his society, Jacklin must be eliminated before she inherits her father's title."

"Ohhhh. Ah get it now. He's scared of her cause she's so powerful with her Veela magic."

"...Yes."

There's a pause.

"Now then, you said you had this... instinct about giving Jacklin that mirror?"

"Yeah Ah did."

"Well then that certainly spared her. If she looked at the reflection, then she would not have looked it right in the eye. If a follower of the dark Lord be the perpetrator then we should all be thankful that you did follow your instinct. I really think the Gryffindor family along with our Headmaster are the only people who can stop him."

"Wow."

Ah look at the paper again and really read it.

"How's this able to change size on its own?"

"I'll explain it as simply as possible. Some magical creatures have their own magic that simply doesn't exist elsewhere. In this case, a type of magic called choranaptyxis refers to the ability to grow or shrink at will."

"How's it good for 'em?"

"It makes it easier to sneak up on possible victims. If you can't see it, you won't be able to defend yourself when it suddenly grows to be big enough to look you in the eyes."

Ah remember Jacklin shudderin after dealin with one snake. A giant snake like thing that can shrink and grow anytime it wants would be scary even to me.

"There is one thing Ah still don't get based on these notes."

"Yes?"

"How do ya get rid a the petrified stuff?"

Scott can only shake his head.

"That's the problem. There is no known cure. No one has ever been merely petrified. Every known interaction with a Basilisk that was not its creator ended in death. We only have that picture because of a Latin translation of Herpo the Foul's original notes."

"Ya mean a counter-spell ain't good enough?"

"Absolutely not. Since this is not a spell at all a counter-spell wouldn't work."

"Oh."

Ah scratch my head to think about what could work. Suddenly Ah get a memory of Sprout workin with Mandrakes. If she said they can make people who got cursed go back to normal and Ah remember that, it's gotta be important.

"Have ya ever worked wit Mandrakes before?"

"Yes I have as it's been used in many potions that you'll learn past your 3rd year. In fact that's why Jacklin started working with me as I'm quite proficient in Potions."

"Why did ya wanna work with her?"

"I want to become an Alchemist so I've been working with Professors Snape and Sprout on a possible cure. Since Jacklin wanted to find the creature and I wanted to find a cure, it was better to combine our efforts. Why do you ask about the Mandrakes?"

Ah try to plan my words.

"Well we're learnin and plantin 'em in Herbology. There's somethin bout 'em that really sticks out to me since they're used in a lotta cures. Ah dunno maybe Ah'm missin somethin but Ah got some type of idea. Do ya think Mandrakes help turn people back to people if they got turned to stone?"

Scott looks at me and Ah start thinkin that Ah probably said somethin wrong. Then his eyes start to widen.

"Why do you think that would work?"

"Well... we were learnin bout 'em since the first day a Herbology and Ah specifically remember that Mandrakes're used to return transfigured or cursed people back to bein people or at least that's what Sprout said they're used for. Then Ah had a thought bout someone who got turned into a frog havin that potion so they'd turn back cause sometimes imaginin how it'd work helps me understand it better since Ah got a condition."

Ah press my hands against my face to breathe since Ah'm all over the place. Once my head clears up Ah finish my thought.

"Ok. After all that Ah realized it's gotta be important to me. So Ah thought if it was that important to me, then Ah realized if bein petrified's the same as bein turned to stone a Mandrake oughta be able to do the same thing. Ah could be wrong though cause if it's so common, Snape and Sprout would've already known bout it."

Scott breaks out into a grin and holds my hands.

"Thank you. Thank you so much."

He gets up but Ah gotta ask him somethin.

"Wait."

He stops.

"Yes? What is it?"

"Why'd ya think mah idea'll work?"

Scott comes up to me.

"Up until a couple weeks ago we didn't even know what this monster was. Nothing was off the table so we've been using a lot of trial and error. Because this is such a rare if not an otherwise extinct creature, we've been looking for equally rare ingredients. But Mandrakes. Ha."

"Ah don't get it."

"Mandrakes, while taking a long time to grow, is about as common as it gets. We can easily test numerous combinations and see what will work. If Mandrakes really are the answer, then this will be a revolutionary cure. For the first time in recorded history, wizard kind will have a known cure for petrification."

Ah can only look at Scott.

"That'd mean a lot to ya?"

"Of course it would. My family makes a living in Floo Powder. I wanted to prove I can be a success without having to succeed my father. Alchemy and Healing magic go hand in hand. Without alchemists, many cures simply wouldn't exist."

"So you'd be famous cause ya would've found a cure for petrification. That'd be a big deal."

He pats my shoulder.

"Just so you know. If this ever does become a success, I promise that you'll get proper credit. If it wasn't for you, I probably would've never thought of using it."

"Oh. Ya don't gotta worry bout all that. Ya just gotta worry bout makin sure it works. Makin all the petrified victims better's really all that matters to me."

Scott nods and goes right to Flitwick since that's his Head of House. Ah try to find McGonagall when Ah see somethin that almost kills me. Holly's gone.

Tagging: @arrolyn1114, @bioshockpunch, @xanatenshi, @briefpandatimemachine, @hooked-on-elvis,

@vintagepresley, @aliengoth3, @smokeymountainboy, @bigdaddyelvislover, @mercsandmonsters,

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[aliceemersonwrites2]

A Seven-Pointed Star- By aliceemersonwrites2

AO3 WIP

Chapter 5: The Heir of Problems

Tom POV

Summary: Tom takes stock of the beginning of the school year and has something terrifying happen to him.

Excerpt:

Tom paced the corridors of Hogwarts, ignoring the stares of the many portraits and paintings on the walls. His steps were quick and measured, but his face described fury. He walked past the candelabra, and the flames flickered and swayed with his rage. It was the first day of his last year of school, and he already felt that familiar rage—an ever-evolving beast that settled in his chest, seeming to claw at his ribs, waiting to be released onto his unsuspecting victims.

The day had been... a disappointment, to say the least. Blackened emotions tried to well up in Tom, but he pushed them aside for the only feeling he truly embraced- anger. First, there was disappointment in Herbology. Having the class with Gryffindor pissed him off. And when Brooke got paired with Fleamont Potter until Christmas, he felt like breaking the stupid blood traitor's glasses and stabbing the glass into the brunette boy's eye. Especially when Fleamont immediately began to flirt and joke with Brooke. Did that blood traitor not realize how further up the ladder Brooke was socially, academically, and intellectually compared to the ridiculous Gryffindor?

Tom flicked his wand as he approached the first-floor girls' bathroom, which was closed to the school's population. He cast a disillusionment charm on himself, cursing the measures he had to take to visit what is rightfully his. His grey eyes were practically black with rage as he approached the ornate sink.

[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.

[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!

[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