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huurreauthor · 25 days ago
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Some political Tomarry? Yes please
So, I had this idea for a long time, tried to write some short-ish smut (in another language), had about 10 000 words (in English would've been 13 000) and realised, that it's not going to work as a one shot.
And now I dived back in, tried to write it in English from the start, becuase for some reason it didn't work previously and oh god yes, this will be soooo good. (First chapter ready, second one in good progress. Now I just need to find a beta reader, but not all the people like Tomarry and the one I have for my another project which I'm translating to English while I'm also working on the original story, is so overworked that I can't ask them to do it. (Are you interested? Hmu. English isn't my first language and I'm insecure with it, but I'm still writing pretty good.)
But especially this part is so so good and I'm amazed how I'm doing with this!
“Good evening, Heir Malfoy. Would you be so kind and introduce your friend?” an unfamiliar voice said from behind Harry. He twirled around and got face to face with the Minister himself. “Of course, Minister, sir. This is Harry Potter, Heir Potter-Black. Harry, this is the Minister of Magic Tom Riddle, Lord Gaunt-Slytherin.” Harry could only stare as the Minister smiled at him, more handsome than he could have ever imagined. Draco nudged him and he realised he should have offered his hand right away. His cheeks were burning, when he took the Minister’s hand, and it got worse when the Minister drew his hand to his lips and kissed it. “It is a pleasure, Heir Potter-Black,” he purred. Purred. Harry was sure he would be swooning sooner than he would have liked to. “Thank you, Minister, Lord Gaunt-Slytherin. The pleasure is all mine,” Harry replied. His voice was… raspy. He glanced at Draco, who was blinking in confusion. “I am sure of it. Heir Malfoy, with your permission, may I ask Heir Potter-Black to dance?” the Minister asked, turning to face Draco. Harry’s insides were not flipping, definitely not. There was no way. Why did the Minister even notice him? Would it have something to do with political gain? Harry tried to not frown while he waited for Draco’s answer. “O-of course, sir,” Draco stuttered. Harry saw slight pinkness on his cheeks, but didn’t comment on it. However, he would have wanted to show his tongue to Draco, but it would’ve been way too childish in front of the Minister. “I appreciate it, thank you. Heir Potter-Black, would you want this dance?” Harry had to clear his throat before he could say anything, but the Minister’s smile was so beautiful after he had accepted that it was worth all the embarrassment he felt at the moment. The Minister took hold of his hand and led him to the dance floor. “I would like to ask if you know how to dance before we started,” the Minister said, but didn’t ask. Harry almost kept his mouth shut, because he was familiar with that kind of game, but it would have been rude to now answer. “Yet you don’t ask.” The Minister quirked his eyebrow, amusement showing clearly in his eyes. They took their stand and the music started. The Minister was an amazing dancer, Harry had to admit, but he was just as good and wanted to put man work for him.
(Walburga and Orion raised Harry, he went to Durmstrang, no Voldemort, Minister of Magic Tom Riddle, Harry having a bad school boy crush. And noo I don't have an outline ready yet, but I'm planning some fast burn with a lot of smut and some politics and problems. Idk. Length is probably around 10-20 chapters, first chapter with 3300 words.)
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willofhounds · 2 years ago
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My new Tom/Harry fic.
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ravenite-art · 5 months ago
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Voldemort's propaganda poster
In part inspired by works of @semina-art !
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gevauxie · 2 years ago
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Happy Birthday, Mr Minister for Magic
A chance meeting, a job interview, and a breathtakingly expensive dress... Hermione catches a wealthy politician's eye and gains more than she bargained for when she is promoted to the prestigious position of private secretary for the Minister for Magic.
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The first chapter of a short Tomione story, available to read now on AO3:
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hmdaaaa · 2 months ago
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i loooove tomarry time travel au but with outsiders ' perspective... imagine being Hermione sending Harry back to 1940s to stop Tom and then just to see him in Hogwarts: a History like "professor Harry Evans Riddle, the school's Defense against the dark art professor and his husband: Minister of magic Tom Marvolo Riddle". His picture in the book looks nervous as hell like he understood that he would be bombarded by Hermione when the time comes...
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cabin07slytherinblogs · 7 months ago
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I’ve been doing a lot of research on the wizarding world and here are some canon things I have found out that I didn’t know
Molly and Arthur did not go to school with the marauders. They started in 1961.
Gideon and Fabian were between the ages of 31-41 when they died, I thought they were young like James and Lily. Molly is 2 years younger then them.
Bellatrix, Narcissa, and Andromeda all went to school with Molly and Arthur but they were sorted into Slytherin while Molly and Arthur were sorted into Gryffindor.
Bill was born in 1970, Charlie in 1972, Percy in 1976, Fred and George in 1978, Ron in 1980, and Ginny in 1981.
Molly and Arthur didn’t know that they were having a daughter until Ginny was born.
Hermione Granger is the oldest out of the three friends.
Rowling confirmed Dumbledore’s sexuality
Grindelwald and Voldemort weren’t fighting for the same things
Tom Riddle was conceived under a love potion. Some even say that’s why he can’t feel love.
Hermione became minister of magic
James and Lily had Harry at 19/20 years old
Molly and Arthur married right away after Hogwarts not wanting to waste time. They’ve been together for over 50 years (honestly goals) They also had 12 grandchildren. 5 grandsons and 7 granddaughters.
Hermione’s name means messenger.
The original timeline for the original 7 books/8 movies is 1991-1998
Remus Lupin was bitten by Greyback at age 4 (which I knew) but he was bitten because his father, Lyall, said some pretty nasty/hateful comments about werewolves in front of Greyback so he snuck into Remus’s room and attacked him as revenge
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00queasy00 · 1 month ago
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Talk shit, get hit!
Part 2 of 2 of my tomarry reverse big bang 2024 - @tomarrybigbang
This has been so so cool, especially having multiple writers create a story inspired from the same artwork! I was so excited and happy to work with them both and also I cannot wait to read their stories for bedtime. Thank you for choosing my artwork! <3
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Fic 1: Auror Potter by albondiguilla
Summary: Harry Potter is done. He's been in the past for months now, working undercover as a poorly paid waiter in The Lounge: Britain's magical elite's favorite restaurant. He's more than ready to wrap things up, get the fuck out of 1953 and hug his godson again. Enter, Tom Riddle: Dark Lord in The Making and Arsehole Extraordinaire. (And owner of The Most Fuckable Mouth Harry's seen since his days of shameless debauchery he was young.) Impulse control has never been a strong suit of his, and this mission is proving to be the most difficult one yet.
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UPDATE: FIC 2: Happy Wife, Happy Marriage, Happy Life by akuyasshi
Sumarry: There have been rumours going around that the Minister's marriage to his wife is falling apart, heart-wrenching to hear when we all remember the exciting festivities back when they first joined in holy matrimony - apparently the Minister has been cheating on other women and his wife is not denying the cheating allegations! Will we be subjected to a divorce file in the Wizengamot soon? Or will they rekindle their passion as husband and wife before that disaster occurs? - Rita Skeeter or; Harry Riddle is not happy as Minister Riddle's wife.
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asmmo-deuss · 2 months ago
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For event - minister ot magic!Tom Riddle × journalist!Harry Potter
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why do I feel like I have 100% read a fic like this
fem harry/voldemort fic where harry’s a part-time babysitter and voldemort is minister riddle and an old widower (his past wife was bellatrix)
so one summer, harry’s suddenly called to babysit the minister’s daughter, delphini. little does she know, delphini is a huuuge troublemaker and an absolute demon child (black genes… and well—) but harry ends up being the only person she’s nice to. harry doesn’t know this yet.
when voldemort comes home, he’s surprised that delphini’s actually asleep and that the house is quiet for once. no screaming, no weeping, no bargaining and no bloodshed.
when he comments this to harry, she's like 'oh, but delphi's such an angel, the way you're so shocked, it seems like people have died trying to babysit her.'
when voldemort doesn't reply and just stares at her, shes like 'it was a joke. im joking. it's just a joke, right?.... RIGHT?' *cough* peter pettigrew *cough*
so when harry moves to leave, voldemort offers her extra money so that she could continue working for him.
puzzled, harry agrees. the months go by, and nothing goes awry. the peace lasts until voldemort has to go to another country for business for several months and he has to take delphini with him. that's when delphi throws a massive fit. as in, a Massive fit about leaving harry. there's blood and everything.
and so oh, no... harry has to go along too. how sad
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ldrfanatic · 5 months ago
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r2 mattheo riddle
the truth from my red lips
mattheo riddle x gryff!potter!reader
r2 - “you and me would be a BIG conversation”
taylor swift lyric prompts
slytherin boys works
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“y/n!” you turned at the sound of your name. colin creevy, a second year, was running up to you with the two issues of the daily prophet. on the first was a picture of your cousin, harry potter, bloodied and stunned following his win at the triwizard tournament. the front of the second sported another stunned headshot of him at his trial for underage magic in the presence of a muggle. (dudley, the disgusting boy on your the other side of the family).
with the new school year it was all anyone could talk about. well that, and that he and dumbledore had both gone mad spouting “nonsense” that voldemort had returned. especially since the lovely minister of magic cornelius fudge was vehemently denying it.
the boy brandished the papers in front of you once more.
“can you have harry sign these?”
suddenly, you were reminded of why you’d never ever wish to be as famous as harry. sure people recognized your last name here and there, but most people hadn’t even known that james potter had a brother, let alone that that brother had children. your father cut all ties with the rest of the family after an unfortunate fallout with your grandfather.
it wasn’t until you came to hogwarts and were sorted into the same house that you and harry got the chance to connect. now that your parents had passed, you lived with your mothers best friend. she was the closest thing that you had to family until you found harry.
in any case, with no prior mention of you, potter was a common enough surname that no one outside of your friends suspected that you were related.
that was until rita skeeter at the bloody prophet decided to do some digging and out you in her mission to completely expose the boy who lived during last years tournament.
before you could respond, a deep voice sounded behind you. “bugger off!”
the boy shrugged, undeterred, and took off in the direction of a familiar head of curls down the hall. you said a silent prayer for hermione. you turned around with the intention of thanking your savior but the words died in your throat when you took note of who it was.
brown eyes met yours and a smile broke out over a scarred face.
“riddle.”
“potter.”
unlike yours, mattheo’s voice held no malice. you recognized the playful glint in his eyes.
mattheo riddle had been chasing after you since third year. you’d think that the boy would have let up by now considering your cousin and his father were sworn enemies.
still, you were probably one a few people to take note the way that mattheo flinched when his father was mentioned. and in a rare moment of softness, he’d even shared with you that he’d run away from home to live with theodore after his father lashed out at him once, causing the scar that stretched from the center of his forehead to his jaw.
it wasn’t exactly surprising to you that tom riddle wasn’t father of the year.
yet mattheo had proved to be a pretty good guard dog. you felt yourself snort at the pun, completely intended given the boys animagus. all things considered, he’d saved you from bloodsucking fame-fuckers more than once. so, pushing your feelings aside, you offered him a smile. you weren’t ashamed to say it was probably the first time you’d ever smiled at him.
“thanks.”
you stuck around long enough to see your theory proven correct as shock started to take over mattheo’s face. the boy stared at you, jaw opening and closing like a fish out of water for a couple of minutes.
you turned on your heel and waved over your shoulder at him, wishing you could watch his awe forever but having to make your way to potions.
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what you’d apparently failed to realize is that this year, the gryffindors had potions with the slytherins. you’d found your spot next to hermione and whispered to her while you waited for class to begin.
a familiar mop of curls waltzed into the room. mattheo had a rather smug look on his face that was admittedly unnerving. he approached snape at his desk and whispered indistinctly to him. suddenly, snape stood from his desk.
“potter!”
harry stood from his seat and stared expectantly, no doubt wondering what he’d done this time.
“not you…”
snape’s words caused your heart to jump into your throat. fuck. a large hand swept in your direction, confirming your fears. he fixed you with an intense stare and then motioned to the empty seat next to a grinning mattheo.
you bit back a groan, knowing the indignation would do little but land you in detention. hermione flashed you a pitied look as you gathered your books.
once you’d plopped yourself down next to mattheo, he grabbed the leg of your stool under the table and slid your chair closer to his until his knee touched yours and the smell of his cologne wafted in the air. evil prick aside, he smelled rather nice.
“today we’re brewing the invigoration draught. I doubt that any of you will do it successfully…”
snape’s gravelly tone continued in the background while you tried desperately to focus on anything besides mattheo’s cologne. finally, he seemed content on his berating of the students and released you to gather your ingredients.
you flipped the book open to page 16, brow furrowed. you had every intention of passing your o.w.l.s this year. yet, if mattheo’s current behavior was any indication, it was going to be a stupid long year for you.
out of the corner of your eye, you caught mattheo staring at you. his chin rested on his palm, elbow on the table. you turned to him with the intent of deterring him, but he matched your stare with a sharp grin. trying to ignore the flipping in your stomach, you scratched down the list on a piece of parchment and made for the ingredient cupboard.
ailhosty leaves… dried billywig stings… peppermint… stewed mandrake… infusion of wormwood… honeywater…vervain infusion… scurvy grass…
as you looked at the ingredients in your hand, you were certain you’d forgotten something. the longer you stared, however, the more your memory seemed to fail you.
a shadow was cast in front of you. you felt the feel of a broad chest against your bad and the now familiar scent of mattheo filled your senses. a large hand reached up, grasping a jar from the top shelf. he held the jar out to you, chest still pressed against you and voice deep but oddly soft as he spoke.
“lovage leaves.”
earlier confidence now evaporated, you slipped out of his embrace and scurried back to your seat where you began to mix the first ingredients of the potion.
mattheo’s cockiness had now also disappeared and he was staring at you with a notably intense look on his face.
“you’re staring, riddle.”
“go out with me, y/n.”
you tried not to show how much the use of your first name affected you. it took you a moment to answer, and part of you had to silently applaud mattheo’s patience.
“you and me would be a big conversation.”
“so? let them talk. they’ll see what happens. when have I ever not protected you?”
you shot an annoyed look at him.
“what like I owe you?”
“no! that’s not what I— y/n look at me.”
mattheo’s hand wrapped around your wrist which was currently stirring a budding invigoration draught.
“that’s not at all what I meant. you don’t owe me anything. I just meant that I’ve never done anything to hurt you and I’ve never let anyone else hurt you either.” he took a breath and continued. “seriously. you hold me to this earth, you hold me down and I’ll protect you with my life.”
it was hard for you to care about what people thought by this point. after so many years of cat and mouse, you were the only person who knew mattheo like you did.
“one date, mattheo riddle. one.”
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06.14.2024
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cherryslyce · 2 years ago
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Holding Hands With Shadows | Tom Riddle
Synopsis: Being the Minister of Magic was not easy for Tom, but you are always there to keep chaos from erupting. OR, you are Tom's assistant and the babysitter of the group and Tom finally confesses.
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Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader
Notes: Not canon compliant (sane!Tom, no Voldemort), Abraxas keeps insulting orphans, Y/N is tired (Knights of Walpurgis? More like Kids of Walpurgis)
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You could almost feel the grey hairs sprouting from your head, and not even in a fun, attractive way either. It was a wonder you hadn't even thought about drafting up your letter of resignation until right now.
"Abraxas, you may not buy out that land to raise your peacocks. The Department of Care for Magical Children plan to use it for future projects."
Tom shoots you an amused look from across the room, lips quirked up into a smirk at your exasperated tone. The infuriating man was leaning back in his armchair, far too at ease, as you tried to restrain yourself from slamming your head through the table.
"Frankly, that just seems like a waste of good resources. I mean why do they need it so bad? Could they not just simply find another plot? After all, these children grew up in austere conditions, so they won't even miss it."
"Abraxas."
"Yes?"
"Get out."
"Excuse--"
"Now. Please."
The man looks over to his best friend for help, but Tom simply shrugs as if conceding that you were the one in charge.
"Fine. However, this conversation is far from over. I will see you both tonight, yes?"
"Of course. Safe travels, and please send Lady Malfoy my regards."
The man sends you a pleased nod before twirling on his heels, his cloak billowing dramatically. The door clicks shut behind him just as you drop your face into your hands.
"Stressed, darling?"
You huff and rub your forehead before answering with more bite than intended, "Perfectly fine".
The insufferable man, as unbothered as always, lets out a noise of amusement before slowly striding towards your desk. You slowly raise your head as his shadow falls over you, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Anything I can do to help?"
"Yeah, fire off your best hex at me and put me out of my misery."
"Abraxas‘ dramatics has rubbed off on you, my love."
The pet name sends a shiver down your spine and you try your hardest to school your expression. You had grown up with Tom at the orphanage, which basically made you his closest confidant, friend, and ally. At times it felt like you were a breathing, judgmental diary to him.
You were privy to all that was bad and ugly in his life, so it was only right that you were by his side when he rose to power and suddenly had access to all the material goods in the world.
And to him--whatever he had, you had by extension.
Of course, you fought tooth and nail to get to where you were now, rebuking any effort Tom made to give you preferential treatment.
Everything would be fine if it weren't for your affections toward him. Growing up, he never expressed interest in pursuing a romantic relationship, he had only ever wanted to subvert the stereotypes and malice aimed at the both of you during your years at Hogwarts.
The closest thing to romance that you could associate Tom with was when he wooed Druella Rosier in sixth year with his signature smile and a kiss to her hand in order to siphon information about her father from her.
The poor girl was an inconsolable lump of misery after Tom got what he needed and tossed her aside like a used handkerchief.
Tom's always been romantically inept like that.
Your spiral of reminiscing didn't cease, not even when you and Tom showed up to Malfoy Manor for their annual ball later that night.
When would it be socially acceptable to turn tail and run?
"Assistant L/N! What a pleasure it is! Is the minister trekking about nearby?"
You spin from looking out the window and come face to face with an older man who you recognized from around the Department of Magical Games and Sports.
His vest hugged him tightly and only served to accentuate his red, puffy face.
Was he about to hit on you or try and kiss your ass so he could get acquainted with Tom?
Merlin. Did you have enough in your savings to retire yet?
"Good evening. I believe Tom is busy discussing foreign deals with Lord Greengrass."
"Ah yes, Cyrus Greengrass is quite ingenious. You and Minister Riddle were friends with him during school, yes?"
Your lip twitched at how casual he was addressing Cyrus. Cyrus would be disconcerted by the man's informality, but Abraxas would surely become vexed on his friend's behalf if he heard.
"Yes. We are childhood friends I suppose."
"Wonderful! Well I was coming to you because I'm sure you're aware that the rules for Quidditch are being tossed into the air. The Ministro di Magia in Italy is trying to--"
You started tuning him out and looked around the room for one of your friends, starting to sweat in the formal wear you had on.
Luckily, Tom caught your eye. Unfortunately, he had somehow rounded up all of your friends and they were all looking quite entertained at your expense.
"Sorry sir. If you'll excuse me, it seems that the Minister is in need of me."
Without waiting for a response, you chugged what was left in your champagne flute before practically stomping over to the circle of men.
As you neared, Tom stepped out to welcome you, encircling a hand around your waist like it was the most casual thing in the world.
"Good evening boys. Thank you for throwing me out to the wolves."
"Y/N! So I assume this would be a bad time to try and renegotiate the land you're throwing away to those orphans."
Bloody hell, he was forgetting that he was saying that in front of two orphans.
Without answering Abraxas, you turned to Tom and let out a sigh, "I'm handing in my letter of resignation tomorrow, I promise it".
The hand around your waist tightened ever so slightly and you ignored the amused looks your friends sent each other, having picked up on your little school girl crush on Tom eons ago.
Damn them.
"Now, now, don't make hasty decisions. I could simply smite Abraxas‘ peacocks and the problem would be solved."
Abraxas let out an undignified noise while Parkinson and Bulstrode snorted into their drinks. Cyrus patted Abraxas‘ shoulder in feign pity, but he knew that Tom would likely make good on his threat if you asked him to.
"I hate you all. How is it that even after all these years, I still feel like an underpaid, underappreciated nanny."
Abraxas looked offended at your words and quickly reassured you, "We love you though. Underpaid, yes. Underappreciated? Never."
Your banter with the group went on for a while longer and as the night started coming to a close, Tom steered you away from peering eyes and towards a vacant balcony.
"Are you alright, darling?"
You only nodded tiredly to the man, leaning your elbows on the railing. You rubbed your eyes as you could sense the man behind you shifting in uncertainty (which was so uncharacteristic of him that you had half the mind to pull out your wand and threaten him to tell you where the real Tom was).
A few beats of peaceful silence pass before you're jumping up at the feeling of hands coming to hug your waist, a hard chest pressing against your back.
"Tom--?"
His chin gently rested atop of your shoulder, loosening his grip slightly to give you the opportunity to push him away.
"Are you unusually more clueless nowadays or are you purposely torturing me?"
"You're going to have to elaborate. Did you accidentally kill someone or do something I would disapprove of? This affection is quite sudden."
"But you don't hate it. Quite the contrary."
"That confidence of yours is going to get you into trouble one day."
"If it's you, I don't mind the trouble."
You don't bother responding, but your silence was satisfactory enough for him.
Clearing your throat, you awkwardly move your hands to rest atop of his, patting them gently.
It felt like the world spun on its head and was reborn anew before Tom spoke again, "Marry me."
His words threw you for a loop and you sputtered a choked, "What?"
"Marry me. I mean we're practically married anyway. You flounder around and make sure the boys are okay, and I rein them in so they don't blow up the country and make me lose face."
"Yes. We are a true dynamic duo."
Your dry response has his chest rumbling in contained laughter, tilting his head and gently knocking it against your cheek.
"We're the parents of the group, haven't you noticed? Abraxas asked me a few days ago if we would end their suffering and ours by just wedding each other."
"I was not aware we were even dating."
"Dating--being partners-- would not even come close to what we are. Don't you feel the same? We are in sync in everything we do. Even hundreds of miles apart, I breathe as you breathe, my heart beats in rhythm with yours, my mind does not simply revolve around you--it is completely infused with your every essence. It is a wonder we aren't already married with three cats."
"Three cats," Tom despised cats, "But...yes, I feel the same. You know I do. I thought that...well, I thought you weren't interested in romance."
"I am interested in pursuing anything and everything with you. Only you. If you'll have me, of course."
Your laughter comes out wet and heavy, filled with relief and disbelief. You turn your gaze upward and watch as the stars blink down on you, permeated across the sky the same way love begins to flow through your veins.
"It was always you, Tom. Thank you for telling me."
Tom pulls back briefly before gently turning you around to face him.
He leans down and nuzzles his nose against yours, eyes conveying a tender emotion that you've never seen until now. But now you knew, every time in the past when his eyes flickered across your face and softened, it was out of love.
"Tell me you'll marry me."
You don't give him a verbal response, but as you press your lips to his, he knows that domesticity together is all the both of you have ever needed.
"Tom...does this mean we have to make Abraxas the best man now?"
"Don't be silly, he'll give us no choice in the matter."
(And give them no choice, he did)
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bonniesfamiliar · 9 months ago
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DIMENSION TRAVEL STORY IDEA: Summary: Harriet "Harry" James Potter has travelled to an alternate dimension during a spell gone wrong (Kreacher's actually responsible cuz he cares about Harry since she's the Lady of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black) Harriet knows it's an alternate dimension cuz she finds a newspaper stand and lo and behold, who's on the front cover? Tom. Fucking. Riddle. But not the ugly Voldemort Tom Riddle she killed. No this is young Tom Riddle who grew up FINE AS HELL.
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And he's on the front page cuz he's The Minister of Magic and guess what he's talking about.
Dumbledore.
He's talking about Dumbledore.
And not manipulative gramps Dumbledore whose beard is longer than my hair.
No.
We're talking about this one
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You know why he's talking about this Dumbledore?
Because Albus. Percival. Fucking. Dumbledore decided to become the epitome of "Be Gay, Do Crime," with Gellert Grindelwald, his husband.
DUMBLEDORE IS A DARK LORD WITH HIS HUBBY
So Harriet is obviously freaking out and does the right thing.
She goes to a pub and drinks her sorrows away in Scottish Whiskey, (Thank you, Minny)
But Harry never makes reasonable decisions so when she finds a quill and paper, guess what she does.
She writes to Misinter Riddle.
But the drama doesn't end there.
Whenever Harriet does anything, whether she writes or talks about Tom Riddle, she doesn't speak in English.
She talks in Pareseltongue.
(Cuz she and tom are the only Parselmouths. I think.)
So Parseltongue.
Harriet writes in parseltongue to the Minister of Fucking Magic on his wrongdoings in her universe.
The letter literally looks like this:
ssss ssss sssssssss ss ssssss s sss ssssssss ssssss sss sss ss ssss ssssssss ssssssss ssss ssssss sssssss ss ss sssssssss and that transcribes to 
"Dear Lord Voldemort, or should I say Minister Riddle, you are an ugly noseless hairless evil snakey bastard in my dimension,"
and cuz she's spiteful, she signs it off with "You-Know-Who"
But the thing is Harriet never mentioned her name or who her parents were.
So when Minister Riddle receives this letter, he freaks out and then does everything he can to find this person.
Not to kill them.
But to woo them.
This kind, thoughtful person has travelled from another dimension just to stop him from becoming evil.
AND THEY'RE A PARSELMOUTH.'
THEY'RE OBVIOUSLY HIS SNAKE MATE. (cuz he killed all of the Gaunts and Riddles so they're not family)
You can bet ur ass he was squealing to Nagini at the thought of having another Parselmouth in the world with him.
He's obsessed.
(He's not tom riddle if he doesn't have possessive issues and his jealousy issues are just as bad.🤭🤭🤭🥰🥰🥰😩😩😩)
Like it's not a want.
It's a need.
He needs the writer of this letter to be with him forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and-
You probably get the idea.
Anyway, 1 year goes by.
Tom Riddle: I MUST FIND THIS PERSON AND MAKE THEM MINE
Harriet Potter: *forgets about even writing the letter* 
Tom is growing more obsessed as the days go by and then he meets a woman at a charity ball held for idk an organisation for potieneers? Potion Masters?
She's chatting up with Lord and Lady Dagworth-Granger cuz she's been working with them cuz they remind her of Hermione and she needed a job.
Anyway, he approaches the couple in hopes of talking to them and Harriet sees Minister Riddle approaching and quickly moves away to head to the drinks table.
And then lets out a breath of relief when she realises he wasn't heading for her.
She schmoozes for a few more minutes before calling it quits and heading out for fresh air.
The party is at the Dagworth-Granger's manor so she goes out to the gardens.
And hears a cry for help.
Her Gryffindor instincts push her to run towards the sound of danger.
But her Slytherin side made her hide behind the wall from where the cry of help had come from.
It was a witch being harassed by two wizards.
One of the wizards was holding her wand, taunting her.
While the other had begun to take off her outfit.
Before it could go any further, she brought the men's attention to her and with a flick of her wrist, Harriet had the men on their knees.
She then walked over to the one holding the witch's wand and grabbed it out of his hand, accidentally snapping his wrist in the process.
She gave the witch her wand back and accepted the shaky hug she received.
Harriet waited until the witch was out of sight before she turned to the men and smiled, watching as their faces fell into horror as they saw the fangs in her mouth.
(I'm in love with the prompt by a post on tumblr where  Basilisk!Harry is hugging Kneazle!Hermione and Dragon!Ron also wants his cuddles. I can't find the person who made it but I've lived by the idea that these would be their animagus forms if they ever performed the spell like James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew had done to become illegal animagi for Remus Lupin)
Harriet rips into their throats, feeds on them and then turns their bodies into ash with the fiendryfire spell.
She grabbed a mirror from her purse to erase the blood from her face and clothes and began to walk away lest anyone come looking for the wizards.
But, Harriet suddenly slammed into what felt like a wall.
A very warm wall.
Regaining her bearings, Harriet looked up to notice that the "wall" was MINISTER RIDDLE.
AND HE WAS HOLDING HER ARMS.
"Minister Riddle, what are you doing here?" She said pasting a smile on her face.
Shift of POV:
Minister Riddle internally sighed at being stuck in another ball instead of being at home, analysing the letter once again.
He was certain it was a woman who sent it as there was a red lipstick kiss on the paper after it was signed sss-ssss-sss (You-Know-Who)
His thoughts are cut off when Lady Dagworth-Granger asks her husband where Harriet is.
Who is Harriet? he muses but when Lord Dagworth-Granger offers to look in the gardens, Tom leaps at the chance to run away from the party.
He goes into the gardens aimlessly walking around for a few minutes, lost in his thoughts of his mysterious parselmouth when a witch comes out of nowhere and collides with him.
He uprighted her by placing his hands on her arms and looked on curiously as she seemed to freeze in place when she looked up to see that it was he she bumped into.
Tom Riddle is the one to freeze when she speaks.
"Minister Riddle, what are you doing here?" She says an innocent smile on her face as if she had no idea his whole world had just flipped on its axis.
Parseltongue.
She's speaking in parseltongue.
She's his parselmouth.
The one from another dimension.
But he had to clarify so he replies honestly for the first time in his life, in parseltongue, "I've been looking for you," 
"Searching for me? Whatever for?"
A boyish smile widens on his face before he forces it into a polite smile.
"The Lord and Lady Dagworth-Granger have been searching for you, Miss Harriet I believe you are?" He reverts to English to test if she notices the change but she doesn't.
She just replies in English, "Ah, I see. I disappeared for too long with my break from the stuffiness of the ball and yes, I am Harriet."
Harriet, he muses in his mind, no last name to give for me.
She extends her gloved hand for him to shake but Tom riddle reaches for both of her hands and turns them over to kiss them gently and forces himself not to give into the urge of nuzzling into her hands (well not yet at least) and without letting them go, he straightens to his full height to tower over her (giving him a thrill at knowing she was shorter, meaning he could easily pick her up and carry her, be it over his shoulders or bridal style) and replies, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Harriet. No last name?"
(Harriet has been wearing gloves cuz of the 'I must not tell lies' scars that cover her hands.)
Harriet smiles teasingly towards him and his cold heart thaws ever so, "I couldn't decide on a last name and I've decided I like the mysterious aura it gives me,"
Or maybe she couldn't risk using her real last name because she was from a different dimension, Tom muses in his mind, Nevertheless, Harriet Riddle has a lovely ring to it.
Harriet Potter: *staring confused at Tom Riddle as he smiles down at her
Tom Riddle: *Winter would be a lovely time to get married, wouldn't it?
I'm stopping here cuz it's a summary, not a story. Yes, I'm Evil.
Tell me if you like it tho.
I was this close *makes an inch between her fingers* to making this a Soulmate AU story.
Think of the angst that Harriet would go through all her life knowing that her soulmate's words to her are:  I've been looking for you
And it's an alternate hotter version of Tom Riddle, AKA THE BAD GUY WHO MURDERED HER PARENTS 
And think of how Harriet's words had motivated Tom his entire life to do his best to work hard (and cheat death) to live long enough for his soulmate to see him one day at a place be it a library or a gala or a hallway and ask him: Minister Riddle, what are you doing here?
Huh.
Maybe I should make them soulmates.
I need a timeline. fuck.
Um.
Riddle was educated at Hogwarts from 1938 to 1945, and was sorted into Slytherin House, a nod to his ancestor Salazar Slytherin.
Making Tom 34 cuz 1927 is the year Tom was born in if he went to Hogwarts in 1938 which would make him 11 in 1938 and 38-11 is 27 so 1927 is when he was born.
61-27=34 so Harriet is in 1961 but cuz of the time skip tom is 35 years old in 1962
Harriet was born in 1980 
The Second War technically began on 24 June, 1995, though was not officially announced by the Ministry until nearly a year later on 17 June, 1996, and ended on 2 May, 1998, at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, after the death of the Dark Lord.
Which made Harriet 18 in 1998, 24 in 2004, 24 in 1961 and 25 in 1962
 but she deserves peace so the year Kreacher sent her back was 2004 which would make her 24 cuz he's horrified that she hasn't attempted to romance anyone since Cedric Diggory.
Tbh, if he was my bf I would never love again.
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But then hubby "I would burn the world down for you and rebuild a new one from its ashes" tom riddle is here and I'm like Cedric who?
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But none of them compare to (long list of titles, I'll research later.) Harriet James Potter.
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saintsenara · 2 years ago
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metas on characters and characterisation
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the golden trio
- canonical proof that ron is hot - is harry more like lily or james - is harry short? - on fanon!hermione - the trio and the horcruxes - thoughts on the trio's post-canon careers - what would a dark!golden trio look like?
tom riddle | lord voldemort
- how do i write voldemort, and why? - what is interesting about voldemort as a character archetype? - my pet peeves when it comes to writing voldemort - reading tom riddle as a victim of childhood sexual abuse - tom riddle and ginny - tom riddle has his mother's eyes [plus: other things he inherits from her] - tom riddle's speech and accent - voldemort's bad heart - voldemort's campest moments - voldemort's horcruxes do not make him insane - voldemort loves the golden age of hollywood. no, really - voldemort would hate being minister for magic. i'll die on this hill - what does dumbledore get wrong about voldemort? - what if merope had lived? - what if tom riddle had been raised by ron? - what would have happened if tom riddle had been committed to a psychiatric hospital? - what would voldemort be like as a father? - when does voldemort's relationship with slughorn go wrong? - where does voldemort buy the diary? - where is the cave? - would the riddles have changed tom jr.'s name? - would tom riddle have done better in a different house? - tom riddle sr.'s characterisation - tom riddle sr.'s class background - on morfin and merope - where is little hangleton?
severus snape
- how old was snape when he joined the death eaters? - is snape draco malfoy's godfather? - snape's training [or: why is snape called a potions master?] - snape and fem!harry - why doesn't snape seem to know what horcruxes are? - lily and petunia's class background compared to snape's - was snape welcome in lily's house? - what might snape's relationship with slughorn be like? - what was snape's patronus before lily's death? - when was snape made head of slytherin?
the marauders
- did the marauders work post-hogwarts? - how involved was lupin in bullying snape? - james, lily, and sirius thought they were invincible - snape is afraid of lupin [and not the other way round] - the marauders' bullying of snape was not only physical - why does sirius hate snape on sight? - why does snape leak that lupin's a werewolf?
others
- barty crouch jr. is the best villain in the series [and was a loyal death eater from the start] - ludo bagman was genuinely a death eater - stan shunpike was genuinely a death eater - thoughts on the lestrange brothers - why does regulus black turn against voldemort? - why does slughorn know what horcruxes are? - why is charlie away from home so much?
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gevauxie · 2 years ago
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Happy Birthday, Mr Minister for Magic
Tom came around to sit in the chair behind his desk, and lounged back casually into the leather.
When his eyes met hers, the air between them seemed to thicken for a moment. His stare was just as dark and penetrative as it had been in the elevator this morning, but now it felt weighted, somehow – a stark reminder of exactly who he was, and the power that he encapsulated just by being there. Hermione’s whole body seemed to tingle as she held his gaze.
Tom reached into his top drawer and pulled out a packet of Marlboro slims, took one out, and balanced it between his lips.
"You have some strong opinions, Ms. Granger," he murmured as he dug around the inside pocket of his blazer for a box of matches. "I'm rather interested in hearing them."
He lit his cigarette, took a long draw, and then shook out the match with his free hand.
"Please," he said, his eyes now glittering as he looked her over, "tell me exactly what it is that you think I'm doing wrong."
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Chapter Two is now up on AO3:
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don't blame the stork
Harry feels a little adrift after the war, so Magic decides he needs a baby, Magical Britain decides he needs to be Minister, and Voldemort decides he needs some company.
@daddymortfest 2024 submission! Prompt: "Minister for Magic Harry has his hands full with raising his son, Tom, while also looking for a potential partner as a good influence on Tom. He needs someone Tom could look up to and respect, not like the failed relationships that Tom has terrorized out the door. Well maybe they've both finally met their matches when time-traveler Voldemort comes into the picture."
Rating: Teen; No archive warnings apply | 10,432 words (complete)
Tags: Harry Potter & Tom Riddle, Harry Potter/Voldemort, post-war, EWE, accidental baby acquisition/mpreg (kind of; you'll see...), Harry raises Tom, Minister for Magic Harry Potter, horcrux handwaving, Golden Trio friendship, silly, fluff, crack treated seriously, a little angst, blood, time travel, a very chill sexuality crisis (happy Pride!)
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akiyumeha · 15 days ago
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I'm obsessed with the idea of tomarry, for one reason or another, starring in a muggle show (like running man).
Fem!Harry being famous in muggle world as well as wizarding world. Harriet Potter, the Chameleon of Modelling, so famous for her striking green eyes and nailing every single photoshoot she's ever been on. Maybe she's caught in public with Tom Riddle (who's a total unknown in muggle world, despite being top runner for Minister of Magic in Wizarding Britain) and fans go crazy bc holy shit who's this- this hunk/candy/mysterious man with their media darling?????
And so Tom is so amused by everything (he totally planned to be seen with Harriet BC he's a possessive asshole) and he agrees to a month-long shoot with Harriet for a show similar to running man. Except the show is more about doing random activities like sports, horse riding, singing/dancing skits and etc just for hell of it (bc people loves to see beautiful people fail at at least SOME things) EXCEPT.
EXCEPT THEY'RE BOTH TOO PERFECT!
Archery? Tom shoots only bullseye.
Horeseback riding? Harriet thinks it has nothing on quidditch.
Singing? Well, well, well. With Tom's silky smooth honey deep voice that he seemed to have been born with? Lets just say he def gained fans (if they weren't already swooning at his looks)
Shooting? Harriet's felt worse recoil from experimental spells and she still hits everything she wants to so...
Chess? Oh please. There's no way Tom Marvolo Slytherin would EVER lose at strategy games.
The staff is so close to giving up setting them to fail for funny shots so then they try to go for "big guns."
They bring in sport pros.
Specifically. Soccer Pros.
And holy shit. Holy shit they just watched THE Harriet Potter - angel extradinaire, voted top bachelorette, best girl of 20xx, most beautiful model of the generation, etc etc - do a midair flip to kick a ball midair to straighten across the half-field STRAIGHT INTO THE GOAL BC EVEN THE PROS ARE SHOOKT AT HOW FAST THIS SUPPOSEDLY NORMIE MOVES.
And Tom. Is Just. Lounging in the sidelines. Drinking a cocktail (that the staff certainly did not serve) and smiling so proudly and lovingly at Harriet from where she's turned to grin at him brightly (later, the screenshots and gif sets go viral).
Just. Tomarry Celebrity Power Couple that u love hate bc gdi can they do everything?
pls im weak
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