#hogwarts 1940s

[konstantynowitz]

Riddle era headcanons

Walburga, like her son Sirius, was very rebellious in her youth. Wally’s parents had difficulty suppressing her recalcitrant tendencies and it only got worse once she got to Hogwarts. 100% bullied Muggleborns, probably even tried to hex Tom maybe once or twice before he earned his reputation.

Orion Black and Abraxas Malfoy were the first of Tom Riddle’s peers that he befriended during his first year at Hogwarts. In spite of this, Malfoy was the only one out of the two who joined the Knights of Walpurgis.

There is no doubt in my mind that would lead me to believe that Orion was not a pure-blood supremacist, but I don’t think he was much of an extremist when it came to blood purity. It definitely comes down to how far you are willing to go in order to preserve your own ideals and for Orion that only went as far as to marry your own cousin.

Alphard Black was a metamorphmagus like his grandniece Nymphadora Tonks. Being a metamorphmagi was not widely accepted back in the ‘30s and ‘40s, especially for witches and wizards born into influential pure-blood families so I don’t think Alphard’s parents approved of his abilities and probably implored him not to use them in public.

Cygnus and Druella were a love match which was a rare occurrence for pure-blood marriages at the time.

Tom Riddle’s classmate Rosier Sr. was the father of Evan and Felix Rosier. Rosier Sr. is also the brother of Druella Rosier, which therefore makes him the uncle of her three daughters Bellatrix, Andromeda and Narcissa.

Druella inherited the lighter Rosier traits such as blond hair and blue eyes from her father, while her brother Rosier Sr. got the gene for more darker features from his family like his aunt Vinda Rosier.

Birth order of the Black siblings: Walburga (b. 1925), Alphard (b. 1927) and Cygnus (b. 1929). Canonically, Cygnus was born somewhere around 1938 which would’ve made him thirteen by the time Bellatrix (b. 1951) was born. Most fans have considered this a mathematical error made by J.K. Rowling and so I’m going to put his date of birth around the late 1920s.

Lucretia Black was not a pure-blood supremacist like her family, making her much like her cousin Alphard in that regard. She would later become an ally to the Order of the Phoenix when Voldemort rose into power.

Rodolphus Lestrange is said to have the gift of foresight, which I headcanon he gets from his father Lestrange Sr. Ironically, the raven is the family emblem of the Lestrange family, and in Greek mythology, a raven is the sacred bird of Apollo, God of foresight.

Lestrange Sr. married Tasoula Shafiq, a pure-blood witch from the Shafiq family who are listed in the Sacred Twenty-Eight. The Shafiq family are of Middle Eastern origin which is where I assume Rabastan Lestrange got his name from; the name Rabastan is Arabic for ‘Head of the Serpent’.

Euphemia Potter and Walburga Black were actually very close friends during their time at Hogwarts. The two grew apart especially once they graduated and Euphemia went on to marry Fleamont. Walburga didn’t approve of the match, because even if the Potters were a respectable pure-blood family they were not supremacists.

Orion and Walburga saw their marriage as more of an obligation than a partnership. It was a practical match which neither Orion or Wally were hesitant to accept. The two of them believed that it was their duty to keep their bloodline pure and if that meant marrying each other then so be it.

Due to the House of Black’s constant inbreeding, Orion was born with hemophilia.

[harbinger-0f-spring]

Billy Vandendoreen as Cantankerous Nott, father of Theodore Nott and cousin of Abraxas Malfoy. Nott was born in 1928 as a member of a prominent pure-blood wizarding family, deeply entrenched in the politics and ideologies of the magical world. Cantankerous had been a callous, short-tempered, and bitter man, with many believing that he was incapable of genuine affection or kindness. Like many of his peers, Nott became a Knight of Walpurgis, being most notorious for his ruthlessness and cruelty towards the muggleborns he went to school with.

[knights-0f-walpurgis]

A headcanon of mine is that, besides the Knights of Walpurgis, there was a generational secret society at Hogwarts for all pure-blood students that has been around for hundreds of years. I based it on the Life and Death Brigade from Gilmore Girls, where they'd host events in covert locations for all members. Their dress code would vary according to the theme of the evening and their mannerisms would differ depending on the era being celebrated.

Imagine this: The members jumping off high platforms with umbrellas. Picture a young third-year Druella Rosier being blind folded by her brother and his friends, who take her to one of these gatherings for the first time. As a dare, she was forced to jump from the towering platform, but she was too scared so Cygnus held her hand and they went down together.

The secret society was only rumored to exist, nobody outside of its members and honored guests knew about it. By 1964, an aspiring journalist Rita Skeeter, managed to get into one of these parties and wrote an article to get more inside information on the enigmatic group without exploiting its existence, merely adding on to the rumor that it was, in fact, a real organization.

[theblackswan-and-thewhiterose]

@konstantynowitz and @harbinger-0f-spring!! IS IT JUST ME OR DO YOU GUYS ALSO SEE NED FAWLEY AND FLEAMONT POTTER???

[virgil-anon]

a touch of fate by virgil_anon on ao3

Summary: When Harry and Cedric touch the Triwizard Tournament Cup inside the maze, instead of taking them to the graveyard as the portkey intended, the magics of the ancient Goblet fought back.

Flung into the past, the two must work together to ever hope of finding their way home.

Relationship(s): Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Harry Potter & Cedric Diggory, Alphard Black/Cedric Diggory

Snippet under the break!

The twenty-fourth of June, 1942, was supposed to be a quiet night. In the history books, it was widely regarded as forgotten and unremarkable. Now, a large boom and flash of bright blue light could be heard from miles away, lighting up every window in the castle facing the quidditch pitch, and half of the Forbidden Forest. The sound woke nearly everyone in the castle, except for Peeves and a handful of particularly tired house elves.

Madam Noreen Blainey rushed out of the infirmary, which was thankfully devoid of any patients this close to the end of term, throwing on her red mediwitch robe before quickly making her way down to the pitch. Along the way, Professors Dumbledore, Slughorn, Diggory, and Vassy, all the Heads of their respective Houses, met her on the lawn, carrying their wands ignited with lumos to light their way.

Once there, in the middle of the field, she found two unconscious students—one in red and one in yellow—clutching the Goblet of Fire between them like a lifeline.

Slughorn gasped. “That's the Goblet of Fire, that is.”

“Yes, we all have eyes, Horace!” Vassy snapped.

Noreen rushed to their sides, and thankfully Dumbledore cast two shining balls of light to follow her, each one hovering over a particular boy's head. Casting two quick diagnostic charms, both seemed to be in relatively good condition. The only current injury both boys had was a burn scarring into their palms, which she could tell was from the Goblet. There was nothing to explain why they were unconscious, although cuts, bruises, and dehydration showed they had been involved in rigorous activities prior to now.

However, the boy in red showed a concerning amount of malnutrition, something that had her frowning. He also had a scar on his forehead that never properly healed, Dark magic pulsing off of it like it was still alive.

Noreen pulled out her bag, where two stretchers were shrunken down. She pulled them out and resized them before gently levitating each boy onto the gurney. Glancing at the professors at her disposal, she ordered, “Diggory, Dumbledore, come with me for assistance. Slughorn, I'd like you to prepare your lab, I need you to brew a few things for me. And Vassy, please alert Dippet, I will need his involvement for what's to come.”

Vassy frowned. “What's going on? Who are these boys?”

Noreen shrugged. “I don't know, but I think they'll be able to tell us themselves when they wake up.”

Thankfully, the professors listened and followed all of her instructions. Slughorn levitated the boy in yellow, and Dumbledore handled the boy in red, both of their respective orbs keeping vigil over their heads. She grabbed the Goblet, although she didn't touch it, merely levitating it in front of her.

“Which potions do you need, Noreen?” Slughorn asked.

“A nutrition potion, the strongest pain relievers you can brew, and some of that magical burn salve,” she replied. ‘I fear my current stock won't do much to help their hands.”

Slughorn nodded. “Of course, I'll get right on that.” Without another word, he split off towards the dungeons. Vassy headed towards the Headmaster’s office, while the rest of them made it to the infirmary.

Noreen gestured to two beds closest to her own rooms, and each boy was gently laid down. She administered pain relievers and her current stock of burn salves with Diggory’s help, but it only did so much.

The fireplace lit up green, and Dippet stepped out with Vassy following close behind.

“My word,” he exclaimed. “What happened here?”

“We're not sure,” Noreen replied.

“I believe I have a clue,” Dumbledore murmured.

Dippet turned towards him. “What is it, Albus?”

The Transfiguration Professor levitated the Goblet of Fire. “We found the boys clutching this. Look at the date.”

Everyone stepped closer, gasps ringing out when Noreen made out the letters in the lamplight: 1994.

By Merlin and Morgana both, she needed a drink.

[aliceemersonwrites2]

A Seven-Pointed Star- By aliceemersonwrites2

AO3 WIP

Chapter 17: Tea Time

Brooke Avers POV

Summary: Brooke has tea with Abraxas. The Knights Meeting is revealed. A very disturbing memory emerges.

Excerpt (see full chapter in link above):

"Welcome again. You have been recruited to join an elite group of wizards...and, hopefully, witches soon. Many of you must have questions about this group you may be joining. I cannot answer them all tonight, but I can give you insight into what we want.

"We are not satisfied with the way the wizarding world has been. War. A denial of pride over being witches and wizards. The stymying of progress into researching and knowing magic's depths and fundamental components. A forced stop to some magic altogether. This... is not the world I want to be part of."

Brooke watches in awe as Tom commands the crowd. There is not one person who isn't looking at Tom. Every eye is on him. He stands in his head boy robes. He is behind the table, like the leader he could...would become. Perfect wavy hair, just a hint of naturalness to make it fashionable. His skin was smooth to look at, pale but healthy looking, pulled over his elegant features. The blue-grey eyes. The sensual lips. The high cheekbones. A cutting jaw.

For a moment, Brooke remembers learning about the Christian devil in one of her and Timothy's fun outings, where they snuck into a church during a service. The preacher had said that the devil would seduce his followers. At this moment, surrounded by the abject beauty of a society focused on aesthetics and appearance rather than depth and function, Tom is the most seductive devil ever to walk Hogwarts's halls or exist in the wizarding world.

Tom's voice reverberates through each one like the words of a seasoned politician, a Caesar, a deity convincing the masses of his absolute divinity.

Tom takes pauses at the right moments. His eyes scan the small group before him, looking at each as though the conversation is only for that individual. He never looks at his knights, focusing on the recruits. The speech is more intricate than his hands on the piano, more powerful than any spell from his wand.

Brooke's other five companions seem stunned into an almost reverent silence.

Tom's speech is perfect. Except for the fact that only  Brooke notices - his eyes do not land on hers once. Tom is looking at Jessup, Maple, Orion, Abernathy, and Ivan, luring them, pulling them, enticing them.

However, the storm clouds did not once meet the green grass during Tom's opening remarks.

"There are some...some that think that fixing the magic world is just...a dream. But every dream can be achieved.

"However, I can see the cracks in the foundation. Many of you follow the teachings of your parents and not without warrant. Many of your parents are strong, powerful, influential."

Tom pauses for effect, then takes off his school jacket with the Head Boy badge folded under it, placing it on the back of his chair as if trying to bring himself to the level of those in the room with him. He is now wearing his black sweater, perfectly wound school tie, basic black trousers, and shiny black shoes. Only Brooke knows how little money he has to afford the clothes he wears.

"But I want to make a world outside their limited and frankly DANGEROUS way of thinking. To break apart and create a world of strength of witches and wizards who use magic and know magic and want to be magic. Not those who hide behind wealth. Or purity. Or names.

"We need those old powerful assets to start a new world order.

"But we can't hold to those things forever."

Brooke notices a shift at the table. Abraxas stares up at Tom with shock on his face- a very rare emotion allowed to take over. Avery looks just as shocked but more confused than anything. Lothaire has the biggest smile on his face, like this is all the best joke he has ever been privy to. Prometheus almost looks relieved. But Timothy has not lifted his eyes from Brooke, as if he is still trying to see what she will decide as if he was disappointed that she was there.

Tom's voice ends the intense stare between her and Timothy when she turns back to Tom.

"But as in all things, there must be sacrifice. A foundation must be built. And with the Knights of Walpurgis, we can build this foundation. One that will affect our world. Indefinitely. We will be placed in positions of power, research, and wealth. But it is all to one goal. To ensure our magic world is not lost to the annals of libraries where the books rot and muggles can't read them. Because if we continue this way, your children's children will not have a wizarding world."

[konstantynowitz]

This is how I see them.

Knights of Walpurgis is such an interesting concept to me because I imagine them to be nothing like Death Eaters.

I like to think of the Knights of Walpurgis as not Lord Voldemort’s first followers but as Tom Riddle’s only friends.

To me they are Slytherin boys in Tom’s year: Malfoy, Lestrange, Mulciber, Avery, Rosier, Nott & Riddle.

They first became acquaintances and then quickly became friends– and only agreed to be called Knights of Walpurgis because they thought their group lacked an aesthetic name.

They were a warm knit of Slytherins and Tom basked in their presence. They were his friends and his family and there was a time– before killing curses and tattered bits of soul– when Tom Riddle was truly happy.

[liminsendhelp]

love at first sight

[aethon-recs]

Hullo!!

Thank you for all the great tomarry fic recs you have given to us!! Your recs are always the best and I love them all..🩷🩷

Do you have any Tomarry fics where Harry somehow time travels to the past where Tom is still in his Hogwarts years ?? And Harry becomes the transfer/new student and gets sorted into Slytherin??

I hope I'm not being too specific.. honestly, just any fic where Harry and Tom both go to Hogwarts!!

Thank you🩷🩷

- rioo xxx

Hi there! Thank you for your kind words 🤍

Here's a selection of fics featuring Harry and Tom attending Hogwarts together in the 1940s.

There's 23 fics in the list below, covering 1.7 million words, so hopefully there's some fics in here you haven't come across before! Happy reading!

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Hogwarts 1940s-era Tomarrymort Recs

A Future Without a Face by @dividawrites (E, 115k, complete)

Tom Riddle is a gifted teen with a personality disorder. He’s going to rule the world one day. Harry Potter is an extremely angry transfer student, or at least that’s what Tom believes.

And the Living Will Envy the Dead by @k-s-morgan (M, 81k, WIP)

When Harry looks at Tom, he feels overwhelmed. There is a spark that makes him hopeful, the fear that nothing he does will save Tom from himself, and the horror at what his lies might lead to. When Tom looks at Harry, he feels nothing. Until he does, and then Harry’s world starts drowning in blood.

At the end of every road by @sass-y-squatch (M, 90k, complete)

In which Harry is determined to prevent Voldemort's rise, even if he has to stalk, bribe, threaten, and marry Tom Riddle to do it.

But For You, I Did by @duplicitywrites (M, 21k, complete)

When 11-year-old Tom Riddle finally arrives at Platform 9 and ¾, he meets fifth-year Prefect Harry Evans, a Muggleborn Slytherin at the top of his year. Harry is everything that Tom wants to be—Harry knows exactly what it’s like to be special, intelligent, and have no one understand you. 

Custodarium by Tina48 (E, 73k, complete)

The war is over, and the Wizarding Britain has been slowly rising from the ashes. Harry just wishes none of it ever happened – what will he do when he’s given a chance to change the past? Was Dumbledore right about “the power he knows not” after all?

Devil's Hour by @exarite (E, 3k, complete)

Harry traveled back to Riddle's time with the intention to kill him, but it's been months and he's done nothing. Instead, night after night, Tom visits him in his bed. Harry lets him.

Embryo by @cannibalinc (NR, 28k, WIP)

While others only gossip about Grindelwald and dutifully prepare for their NEWTs, Tom is building an empire. He has painstakingly clawed his way to the top of his generation’s elite, and now he wants more—more power, more delights, more magic than has ever been explored before. That is Tom’s destiny, a King among men. No—a god. He need only rise to that which is his for the taking… if only one strange boy weren’t so determined to get in his way.

Enoument by @accipitae (M, 22k, complete)

Call if fate, call it destiny, call it getting hit by a car at five years old and flung into the past to land naked and bruised on the steps of Wool's Orphanage in 1931. Whatever it is, Harry grows up not in a cupboard under the stairs but in a small room shared with another strange boy.

Fate Granted by Flipdarkchill (M, 60k, WIP)

When a young Tom Riddle demands a friend in the middle of the night, he did not truly expect anything to happen. At least, not right away...

Game On, Your Move by @perhaps-sunlight (T, 75k, complete)

Be on guard, my Lord, writes Abraxas Malfoy, the new transfer student intends to kill you. Except Abraxas has terrible penmanship, and 'kill' and 'kiss' look awfully similar in shoddy cursive. Naturally, things escalate. A lot.

good night, darling by @purplemineralwater (E, 141k, WIP)

Harry's breath faltered. It was all so confusing... Harry had died. He had died and spoken to Death and suddenly he was standing in Hogwarts, in 1942, and the Sorting Hat had just pronounced him Slytherin.

Holly & Yew by @lovely-lotus (M, 236k, WIP)

After a bout of accidental magic when Harry is six, Vernon goes too far. When Harry wakes up, he is gravely wounded and more than fifty years in the past in another world. After some shuffling, Harry ends up at Wool's. There, he meets Tom Riddle, his mysterious roommate, eventual best friend, and the love of his life.

Infinite by @duplicitywrites (E, 8k, complete)

Harry and his twin brother Tom have the same mark. The same soulmate. Whoever their soulmate is, wherever they may be, they will go to Tom. Tom, however, has other plans.

nothing left to lose by @cindle-writes (E, 11k, complete)

Harry got to have Tom’s cock inside him anytime he wanted, but all he really wanted was Tom’s soul back inside of him.

Of Monsters, Of Men by @ca-xan-dra (M, 144k, WIP)

Harry’s first memory at Wool’s Orphanage is of Tom Riddle. He thinks Tom Riddle makes many exceptions for him. (He’s right.)

Promises, Promises by @mosiva (E, 72k, complete)

Harry, stuck in the past and trying to navigate Slytherin House with Tom Riddle at its head, is hit with a memory-loss spell. An unhappy accident, as the ever-friendly Tom Riddle is on hand to tell him.

Reckless Cartography by @meles-merrivale (M, 9k, WIP)

Just because someone is the love of your life doesn’t mean they’re good for you. And just because someone’s bad for you doesn’t mean you get to walk away. Featuring Harry and Tom attending Hogwarts together and slowly ruining each other’s lives.

Stab Right Through by @the-wig-is-a-metaphor (M, 82k, WIP)

Getting lost in old memories is a dangerous thing for anyone, but in Harry's case the whole situation is slightly more literal than usual, and—as it always tends to be—much, much worse.

Subjective by IceLynx (G, 1.5k, complete)

While Harry thinks Tom is extremely handsome, nobody else does. Most think Tom is rather average. Harry refuses to admit it and is forced to defend his opinion.

tautological by @cindle-writes (E, 7k, complete)

It had taken Tom quite a bit of trial and error to figure out how, but he had finally worked out how to exploit their shared horcrux connection and send Harry false visions and dreams. For a few weeks now, Harry had been waking up every morning to a rush of pleasure, soaked pajama bottoms, and Tom’s name a broken moan on his lips.

Terrible, But Great by @isalisewrites (M, 143k, WIP)

When Death gives Harry a third option, one that can save everyone he ever cared about, he takes it unflinchingly. Even when that means doing the impossible: falling in love with the enemy, Tom Riddle.

Vespertine by @itsevanffs (E, 24k, WIP)

Harry only blooms at night; Tom can see this much.

What Souls Are Made Of by Emeralds_and_Lilies (E, 278k, complete)

A mysterious object in Bellatrix's vault sends Harry, Ron and Hermione spinning into the past and to a Hogwarts like none they know. Posing as students, Harry catches the eye of the Head Boy, Tom Riddle, who is nothing like the Voldemort of the future. He's charming and sly and manipulative; both brilliant and deadly.

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[saintofbloom]

HEIRS OF VEILED DIADEM | KNIGHTS OF WALPURGIS⸺TOM RIDDLE ERA ۶ৎ DR MOODBOARD : TOM RIDDLE⸺THE SECOND OF THE TWO DARK PRINCES OF HOGWARTS ACADEMY OF ARTS & MAGIC.

[konstantynowitz]

Noble and Most Ancient House of Black — The Mother Monster

[harbinger-0f-spring]

Tom and Alphard are just two tired parents with a bonanza of reckless, stress-inducing delinquents — a.k.a the Knights of Walpurgis.

[knights-0f-walpurgis]

Toby Regbo as Kasper Avery, a young pure-blood wizard born on January 18, 1928 as a member of the prominent and influential Avery family, specifically the French-German branch. He was the elder brother of Griselda Avery, who would go on to attend Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, rather than Hogwarts.

Avery enrolled at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the year 1939, where he was sorted into Slytherin House. During his schooling, Kasper was a classmate of Tom Riddle, although unlike his cousins, he was not a member of Riddle’s “purist cult”. Instead of harboring the same supremacist beliefs as his relatives, Kasper has a more progressive mindset concerning the acceptance of muggles and muggleborns.

Kasper and Griselda Avery are original characters of @jegulustragedy!

[mallowsweetie]

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[agameofriddless]

I've been watching World on Fire recently and let me tell you that Jonah Hauer-King would be a perfect post-Hogwarts Tom Riddle

[aliceemersonwrites2]

A Seven-Pointed Star- By aliceemersonwrites2

AO3 WIP

Chapter 15: Duels and Dates

Tom Riddle POV

Summary: Tom Riddle plays a chess game with the people in his life. A heated moment in the Forbidden Forest begins to crack the careful balance of Tom and Brooke's friendship.

Excerpt (see full chapter in link above):

As Tom sank to his knees, fighting Alphard Black’s vicious blood purity spell, he saw Godwin Avery take a hand and place it in his pocket. It is a needle. He tosses it in the air, waves his wand, and replicates the needle into a hundred needles. Then, he directs them to Timothy.

The needles look like little acupuncture needles, and Timothy is initially confused. Then Timothy begins to scream, trying to wave his wand over the POURING blood coming out of the tiny pinpricks, the needles still stuck in his skin. Brooke runs from Ivan after ensuring the Russian boy is all right and begins to help Timothy, who has dropped his wand, effectively ending the duel.

Tom suspects the needles may have received some help from the blood-flow-increasing potion that Avery had perfected in Slughorn’s class the other day.

The whole class is gawping at the scene, except for Alphard Black, who has his wand pointed at Tom and moves closer, his wand now at Tom’s neck. In a bored and charming voice, Alphard Black says, “I guess everything CAN’T just be learned from a textbook. Sometimes, it is just in your blood.”

Alphard moves even closer, and Tom grips his wand. But any thought of magic puts his arms at his sides and makes his head hurt more—Tom can almost hear DRUMS in his mind. Tom forces himself to stand up, and Alphard’s smile widens.

Tom Riddle can barely think as he tries to stand up.

“Such ingenuity. Standing up will even the playing field.” Alphard Black’s voice is caustic and sarcastic. “However, I think I’ve basically won. Blood. Blinding talent.” Alphard leans forward and says, “And beautiful, busty blondes who will not only be beneficial to me personally but will finally be a witch strong enough to bend my family's will to her. Not the other way around. Brooke Avers will not marry a half-blood bastard who managed to get good grades and attention for being psychotically fucking focused on schoolwork. She will marry a pureblood, and it will be me. Just accept it, Tom. I may not be a purity obsessive like the rest of my family, but I can acknowledge that we are just better. You should learn to. Everything will go easier for you.”

Alphard straightens Tom’s tie and pats the spot he just had fixed. When Tom looks up at Alphard, the Black heir’s eyes are dark with a look he didn’t even know Alphard could produce. He looks alarmingly like his sister.

Tom’s mouth is bleeding, his ears are bleeding, and he could assume that his eyes have some blood in them. Tom smiles, his teeth stained red, feeling the blood pool in his mouth before he spits some out on the floor, a red puddle forming by his perfectly buffed shoes.

Then he punches Alphard Black directly in the jaw.

Stumbling backward, Alphard finally quits waving his wand, the spell of his family’s blood ceasing.

Tom can do magic again.