#tom riddle lemon

[stabbyapologist]

[lizzieolseniskinda]

TOM RIDDLE - soulmates don’t exist PT. 1

SDE MASTERLIST - x FEM!reader (POC!friendly)

SUMMARY: everything changes for you when snape gives you a certain memory. will you be able to do the task that dumbledore has given you?

WORD COUNT: 2.2K

GENRE: angst-ish (but not really)

CONTENT WARNING: soulmate & time travel au, english is not my first language

IB: people who used to make this wattpad stories, i used to ate those upppp🫣 & i love the tom hughes, tom riddle smmm

The air was thick; it smelled like blood and burning wood everywhere. The echoes of the battle were ringing faintly in the distance. Hidden away from the chaos, Severus Snape lay crumpled on the cold floor, his body slick with blood, life slipping away from him with each passing second.

Voldemort had left him to die, discarded like a broken tool. Nagini’s venom coursed through his veins, its poison cruelly efficient, and yet Snape’s eyes remained sharp. His gaze was fixated on Harry, standing just a few steps away, his face pale with shock and confusion. Snape’s focus wavered as he turned his eyes weakly, finding you—your form trembling as you knelt beside him, your heart shattering at the sight.

You might not have the best bond with a teacher like Snape, but never would you wish death upon someone.

“Take it… you both…” Snape rasped, his voice a whisper and urgent. Deep within his cloak, he pulled out one small vial and one small potion-like bottle. His hands shook as he reached for his own tear-streaked face. Slowly he collected the silvery drops that clung there, memories shimmering with an otherworldly glow.

Harry knelt down beside you now, watching in silence, his confusion giving way to a deeper understanding. Snape’s dark eyes locked into yours as he extended the vial towards you.

“You need to.. know the truth.”

Tears of your own spilled down your cheeks as you took the vial from his trembling hand. “You… were meant to change it all,” he whispered hoarsely.

“You can save him… save everyone. But only if you understand what must be done, the sacrifices you’ll have to make.”

The weight of the vial suddenly felt heavier than before, as you sat beside Snape’s lifeless body, his final words echoing in your mind.

Harry’s face was pale and grief-stricken. His eyes met yours and for a moment, neither of you spoke.

“We have to go,” Harry said, his voice hoarse, snapping you out of your daze. He looked down at the vial of silvery liquid in your hand. “The Pensieve. We need to see what he left for us.”

“Yeah,” was the only thing you could mutter out, your throat tight with a mixture of fear and urgency. Without another word, both of you scrambled to your feet.

Fires flickered in the distance, casting eerie shadows across the grounds and hallways as the final battle raged on.

Harry led the way, his steps quick, with you right behind him, clutching the vial so tightly in your hand that you thought it might shatter at any given moment.

“We have to hurry,” he urged over his shoulder. “Whatever’s in these memories, it’s important. Snape wouldn’t have—” his voice caught in his throat.

You only nodded, your mind spinning with Snape's last words. “You can save him… but only if you know what must be done.”

Save who? Harry? Voldemort? Was there a part of Tom Riddle still left inside the monster he had become? And how were you connected to him? Why you in the first place?

You reached the stone gargoyle guarding the entrance to Dumbledore's office. Harry barely paused to spit out the password.

“Sherbet lemon!”

The gargoyle sprang to life, and the two of you rushed up the spiral staircase, out of breath.

Dumbledore's office had a heavy scent of old parchment and burning candle wax filling the air. You and Harry stood side by side, breathing heavily from the sprint through the castle. The weight of the vial, now emptied, felt almost meaningless in your hands. Your heart pounded in your chest.

Harry held your gaze briefly, his eyes filled with an emotion you couldn't quite place. “Let's do this,” he said, his voice straining slightly. You nodded in return, your throat too tight to speak. Together, you leaned over the Pensieve, letting yourselves be pulled into the swirling memories.

The world around you started shifting, and suddenly, you were in the same office, just a few things placed differently.

Before you could take in your surroundings further, you noticed him—Severus Snape, somewhat younger, his dark hair still hanging around his face. You and Harry exchanged a look. Snape stood rigid before Dumbledore's desk, his expression (as always) unreadable.

“This is madness, Albus,” Snape spat, his voice low and venomous. “You're going to send her back in time, knowing she will not be able to return? She will be trapped there—forever. A time-turner cannot help her.”

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, a quill in his hand as he gazed at Snape with a somber, almost mournful expression. “I understand your anger, Severus, but there is no other way.”

You took note of how Snape looked younger but not that much younger. You saw the gash in his leg and guessed this would've taken place during first year.

“She doesn't know, does she?” Snape's voice cut off your train of thought. “No, she does not,” Albus replied softly. “And it is better that way, for now.”

'She'—that was you. This memory was about you. You felt your heart skip a beat.

“You're asking her to do the impossible—to change him. Tom Riddle cannot be saved. He was already lost when you met him in the orphanage.”

“Perhaps,” Dumbledore replied. “But she must try. If there is even the smallest chance to alter the course of his soul, it is through her.”

Snape gave a slight scoff. “If she is to succeed, she must know everything!” You never realized how much he cared for you and your friends.

“But you told her nothing of this?”

Dumbledore's eyes flickered towards the parchment in front of him. “When the time is right, she shall know what to do.” Dumbledore sighed, rising from his chair. “And do not worry, she will know, Severus, but not before the right time.”

Snape's face twisted in frustration. “And if she fails? What then?”

“Her connection to Tom Riddle is delicate, and should she go back into the past with full knowledge, it could endanger everything. The balance between them is fragile,” Dumbledore explained.

Harry's hand clenched beside you, his breath quickening. “Go back in time?” he whispered, echoing the questions that were swirling in your own mind. Snape turned sharply, “You're asking too much of her,” he said through gritted teeth. “Sending her back in time, to Tom Riddle's fifth year... If she doesn't succeed in making him—”

“—experience love,” Dumbledore finished. “Love is the key, Severus.” You felt as though the ground had dropped out from beneath you. Tom Riddle—love? That would be impossible. Is this what Dumbledore had planned for you all along? To go back into the past, to love a young Tom Riddle before he became Lord Voldemort?

“How... how could anyone make Riddle love someone?” you whispered to Harry.

“You are condemning her to live out her days in a time that's not her own! She won't even be able to return! You've bound her to the past,” Snape stressed.

The headmaster's gaze grew sharper, though there was still that calm weight behind it. “She is connected to Tom Riddle in ways we cannot fully understand. If there is hope for him, it lies in her hands—her influence. But no, Severus, she cannot come back. The magic involved in sending her back is... irreversible.”

“You will send her to a monster! To a boy who will grow to become the Dark Lord,” Snape sneered. "What happens if she doesn't succeed in her task?”

Dumbledore's eyes closed for a moment. “If she cannot reach him... if his heart remains as closed as it is now, then yes, Voldemort will rise like he did. And our fate is sealed.”

Snape looked up at him. “You truly believe she can save him?”

Dumbledore's eyes glinted, the faintest trace of hope dancing behind them. “I believe she is the only one who can.” His voice dropped to a whisper, “She will remain in that time. She will live there, bound to the past...”

After the sensation finally stopped, you and Harry found yourselves back in the present. The glow of the Pensieve slowly faded, leaving only the silence of the room.

You stood frozen for a moment, trying to process what you had just witnessed — the conversation between Snape and Dumbledore. The weight of it hung heavy in the air, pressing down on you both.

“If you go, you can't come back,” Harry whispered, almost to himself, as though saying it out loud would make it reality. His face was pale. “Once you go back into Riddle's time... you're stuck there. Forever.”

“And if I fail...” your voice shook as the truth finally settled in. “If I can't change him, you'll have to battle him. Harry, you'll die.”

His eyes snapped to yours, and for a moment, he seemed as lost as you were. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing in front of Dumbledore's desk. “I don't understand, Dumbledore... Snape... they planned all of this—” he stopped, turning to face you. “How are you supposed to change Tom Riddle?”

You shook your head. “I don't know, Harry. I don't know how I'm supposed to make him love or... stop him from becoming Voldemort. What if I can't even do it?”

Harry stepped toward you, his expression softening, though his own fear was palpable. “You've faced worse, right? You've fought Death Eaters. You survived this war with us. If anyone can do it, it's you,” Harry finished saying. “But I hate that it has to be you.”

The weight of his words hung between the two of you.

“I don't—Dumbledore said we were connected somehow, that we're soul-bound, basically... but what if that's not enough?”

Harry's jaw tightened, frustration breaking through his calm. “It's unfair! It's always unfair with him!” Harry raised his arms. “He expects too much. First me, now you! He's always asking us to make these impossible choices.”

You nodded, and your heart ached at Harry's raw emotion. “I can't let you die, Harry,” you stated softly. “I can't stand by and watch that happen.”

He shook his head fiercely, stepping closer so his hands gripped your shoulders. “And I can't let you go back in time, knowing you'll never come home.”

For a moment, the two of you stood like that, caught between the devastating choice laid before you. You could feel the pull of what needed to be done.

“If this is the only way, then we'll find a way to make it work. We'll figure out how to change him, how to make him love. We'll do it together,” Harry nodded, sure of his plan.

You smiled through tears. “Harry, once I go, I'll be alone.”

His grip tightened on your shoulders. “You won't be alone. You've never been alone in this. You'll have everything we've ever fought for — the memories. And more than that... you'll have hope.”

Tears were threatening to leave your eyes, but you swallowed them back. You nodded at Harry.

Harry took the small potion out of his jacket pocket. The liquid inside was an ethereal, shimmering gold, glowing faintly in the dim of the room. The potion, the one that would send you back in time — and trap you there.

Your hands shook as you took the potion from Harry. The glass felt cold in your palm. The moment had come, and it was terrifying. Once you drank it, you knew there would be no turning back, no returning to the world and people you once knew. No more friends, no more future. Only the past, which would become your future.

Harry shifted beside you. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice low. There was a plea in his words, though he wasn't trying to stop you. He couldn’t. He knew as well as you did that this was the only way.

“I don't have a choice,” you whispered back, your voice shaking. You gave him a small nod, though your heart still pounded in your chest. You uncorked the bottle. The faint scent of something sweet filled the air. The liquid seemed almost alive, swirling around.

You took one last look at Harry, locking in the image of his face — strong, determined, your best friend. This might be the last time you'd ever see him.

“I'll miss you,” you whispered, barely able to say the words. Harry's eyes glistened, but he gave a small, resolute nod. “I'll miss you too.”

With a final breath, you raised the vial to your lips. The liquid was warm, surprisingly smooth as it slid down your throat. At first, it didn't feel like anything was happening, but then the warmth began to spread, starting in your chest and slowly moving through your body.

The world around you started to blur, and a dizzying sensation took over. Harry's voice was distant now, “It's happening.”

Your vision blurred, and you could feel time itself shifting, bending, pulling you away from the present and hurling you backward into the past.

It was overwhelming, as though your existence was being unraveled and re-made on a different planet. You feared you might lose yourself entirely.

And then, everything came to a hurtling stop. The warm feeling of the potion faded, replaced by a cool, crisp breeze against your skin. You opened your eyes, heart still pounding, and took in your surroundings.

It felt so familiar, yet completely different. Hogwarts stood tall, the grounds more pristine, untouched by the war, by the battles you had grown so accustomed to. The castle's windows shimmered, and the air smelled fresh.

At last, you found yourself in the past.

[lacrise666]

i love the whole "tom riddle was hot" "tom riddle was so charming" "tom riddle was perfect" thing that a lot of fics got going on, but i would also like to take a moment for everyone to remember that tom was a fucking nerd.

it's no wonder it took him so long at Hogwarts to get the Slytherin's on his side when my boy went about scribbling in his diary and sketching skulls. he was emo and his best friend was a snake that his great great great + granddaddy left for him.

he had it out for an old man who fed everyone lemon drops and wore the most outrageous robes and later a twelve year old boy after tom became the child therapist to an eleven year old girl.

he literally fashioned himself a new name out of his old one when over half the kids at my school wouldn't be able to tell you what an anagram even is.

he got a whole ass award for being a tattletale and was a teachers pet. man was a genius, yes, but he was also dork who liked to hide out in a chamber only accessible through the girls bathroom and and called his little book club The Knights of Walpurgis.

i love him but occasionally i just have to laugh at him and think about how bbg he his.

everything is so fucking unserious.

[iamnmbr3]

If I may jump onto your recent ice cream question, what do you think these following characters’ ice cream orders are?

Lily, James, Sirius, Regulus, all of the Weasleys (or just the twins, Percy, and Ginny if that’s too much), Dumbledore, Narcissa and Lucius… and Voldemort? (or Tom Riddle if you think they might be different)

(Followup to this).

Lily: Strawberry-and-peanut-butter because I like the idea of this being another secret similarity between her and Harry that neither of them ever got to find out about.

James: Ice cream is for losers who don't have more fun entertainments like sadistically tormenting their classmates to amuse themselves with. Why bother getting ice cream when he can feast on Severus's tears instead? But if no classmates are available to victimize he'll settle for chocolate and raspberry with chopped nuts (which seems strangely fitting for him and also makes the ice cream Hagrid buys Harry in book 1 a secret callback).

Sirius: He goes for firewhiskey & raisin when he's a child because it seems daring and kind of adult but discovers he genuinely likes it...and then it becomes a habit and he still likes it as an adult (for the little time that he actually gets to be an adult before getting chucked in prison). More often than not though he just ends up getting the same as James so he can share it with him when James inevitably wants to try some despite already having his own.

Regulus: Plain vanilla - but only a fancy expensive brand that probably nobody who isn't monied and pureblood has ever even heard of so it's not boring Sirius shut up.

Fred: Pistachio.

George: Chocolate. Sometimes after the war Mrs. Weasley forgets and gives him pistachio though and it hurts too much to say anything about it.

Percy: For a lot of years he pretends it's coconut because he thinks that sounds refined and unusual (and also probably bc he saw mr. Crouch eat some once at an event) but actually it's chocolate.

Voldemort: extra dark chocolate as dark as his soul. jk. Pretty sure post cauldron body Voldemort doesn't eat...or probably really have taste buds so he's gonna pass. And all the flavors taste the same to him anyway. A small price to pay for immortality.

Tom Riddle: Black pepper ice cream the one time he had it over Christmas at Hogwarts. But really when it comes to food he's not picky. Just having anything to eat at all is a luxury - doubly so if it's good quality food and not plain gruel or something that used to be halfway decent but has since gone moldy. Given his experiences with famine he's very much of the 'food is fuel' mindset and if he could do something to ensure he needed to eat again (and thus never needed to fear going hungry) he would do it in a heartbreak. But still, he must admit that black pepper ice was surprisingly nice. Alphard's probably the only one who notices tho.

Ginny: Also black pepper ice cream. She's pretty sure it used to be chocolate before second year but she doesn't really want to think about the implications of that so she convinces herself either she misremembers or her tastes just changed. It doesn't really matter either way though, as she usually just orders strawberry and peanut butter since she knows that's Harry's favorite and she wants them to have tastes in common.

Narcissa: Dark chocolate.

Lucius: He doesn't actually have a sweet tooth but if you asked him he'd pick dark chocolate because Narcissa probably knows what she's talking about.

Dumbledore: Waitrose duchy organic lemon curd ice cream. Some find this quirky and entertaining while others are horrified or just plain confused. He finds all the reactions equally entertaining. Also he absolutely shows up to buy it in full wizard garb.

[twistiraki]

The Scent of the Twisted Wonderland Boys

🌹Riddle Rosehearts- Riddle's scent is regal and refined, like a bouquet of roses in a castle. His scent is floral and sophisticated, with notes of rose and iris, matching his personality. Favorite Scent- Chloe Eau de Parfum by Chloé (Peony, Litchi, Rose, Amber)

❤️Ace Trappola- Ace's scent is a mix of fresh roses and leather, like a bouquet of roses wrapped in a leather jacket. The scent is both alluring and dangerous, just like Ace himself.

Favorite Scent: Noir de Noir by Tom Ford (rose with leather,wood, and spices)

♠️Deuce Spade- Deuce's scent is crisp and clean, with a hint of earthiness, matching his hardworking and diligent personality. The aroma is fresh and invigorating, with notes of citrus and basil, hinting at his tendency to stay focused and driven despite struggling with some school subjects.

Favorite Scent: Bright Neroli by Ferrari (Rosemary, Lemon, and Neroli)

♣️Trey Clover- Trey's scent is warm and comforting, like freshly baked bread or cookies. The aroma is soft and sweet, matching his laid-back and agreeable personality. The aroma is herbal and woody, with notes of lavender and cedarwood, hinting at his calming influence and ability to think things through.

Favorite Scent: By the Fireplace by Maison Martin Margiela (chestnut, vanilla, and wood)

♦️Cater Diamond- Cater's scent is sweet and playful, with a hint of fruitiness and a touch of floral notes, matching his peppy and outgoing personality. The aroma is refreshing and energetic, with notes of grapefruit and peony, hinting at his love for socializing and keeping up with the latest trends. 

Favorite Scent: Carnal Flower by Frederic Malle (coconut, ylang-ylang, and musk)

🦁Leona Kingscholar- Leona's scent is musky and animalistic, with hints of leather and woods. The aroma is primal and fierce, matching Leona's powerful personality.

Favorite Scent: Baccarat Rouge 540 by Maison Francis Kurkdjian (Saffron, Jasmine and Amberwood)

🍩Ruggie Bucchi- Ruggie's scent is fresh and earthy, like newly cut grass and damp soil. The aroma is comforting and grounding, reflecting Ruggie's steadfast personality.

Favorite Scent: Wood Sage & Sea Salt by Jo Malone London (sea salt and wood)

🐺Jack Howl- Jack's scent is spicy and woody, with a hint of bitterness, matching his rough and tough exterior. The aroma is complex and unpredictable, with notes of black pepper and vetiver, hinting at his reluctance to form close relationships with others despite respecting the hierarchy.

Favorite Scent: Opium Pour Homme by Yves Saint Laurent (Bourbon Vanilla, Tolu Balsam and Atlas Cedar)

🐙Azul Ashengrotto- Azul's scent is luxurious and refined, like an upscale department store. The aroma is a rich blend of expensive cologne, leather handbags, and polished wood, reflecting Azul's sophisticated personality.

Favorite Scent:  Gucci Guilty Absolute by Gucci (oud, rosewood, and Cypress)

👟Floyd Leech- Floyd's scent is unpredictable and complex, like the ocean's currents. The aroma is salty and spicy, with notes of seaweed and black pepper, matching Floyd's moody and unpredictable personality. His mood swings make it hard to predict what he'll say or do next.

Favorite Scent: Oud Minérale by Tom Ford (sea salt, seaweed, and pink peppercorn)

🍄Jade Leech- Jade's scent is delicate and floral, with a hint of underlying deceptiveness. The aroma is soft and powdery, with notes of lavender and Rosemary, matching Jade's gentle and courteous demeanor, but also hinting at his cunning and manipulative tendencies.

Favorite Scent: Acqua di Giò Profumo by Giorgio Armani ( Bergamot, Rosemary, Patchouli)

🦦Kalim Al-Asim- Kalim's scent is exotic and spicy, with hints of incense and sweets. The aroma is warm and inviting, matching Kalim's lively personality.

Favorite Scent: Angels' Share by By Kilian  (Cinnamon, Tonka Bean and Praline)

🐍Jamil Viper- Jamil's scent is smoky and seductive, like a late arabian night. The aroma is spicy and musky, with notes of tobacco and amber, matching Jamil's suave and sophisticated personality.

Favorite Scent: A*Men Pure Havane by Mugler (Honey, Cacao and Tabacco)

🪞Vil Schoenheit- Vil's scent is captivating and alluring, with a hint of sophistication, matching his pursuit of beauty and elegance. The aroma is floral and musky, with notes of rose and sandalwood, hinting at his desire to be the most beautiful person in the room.

Favorite Scent: Hypnotic Poison by Dior (Vanilla, Almond and Musk)

🏹Rook Hunt- Rook's scent is earthly and mysterious, with a hint of sweetness, matching his dark and enigmatic personality. The aroma is woody and musky, with notes of sandalwood and amber, hinting at his tendency to keep to himself and his past that he tries to hide.

Favorite Scent: Royal Oud by Creed (Sandalwood, Agarwood and Musk)

🍎Epel Felmier- Epel's scent is playful and mischievous, with a hint of sweetness, matching his fun-loving and impulsive personality. The aroma is fruity and floral, with notes of raspberry and jasmine, hinting at his desire to enjoy life and have fun, even if it means breaking the rules. A suggested matching perfume for Epel's scent could be Viktor & Rolf's Flowerbomb, which features notes of jasmine, rose, and patchouli.

Favorite Scent: Aventus by Creed ( Apple, Vanille and Oak)

💀Idia Shroud- Idia's scent is mysterious and dark, like old books and dusty tomes. The aroma is complex and intriguing, with notes of patchouli and lavender, matching Idia's shy but proud personality.

Favorite Scent: Santos de Cartier by Cartier (Pepper, Nutmeg, and Geranium

🤖Ortho Shroud- Ortho's scent is metallic and crisp, like freshly cut wires and circuit boards. The aroma represents Ortho's technical expertise and his robot-like appearance. It's a clean scent, with notes of ozone and steel. The aroma is a little clinical and precise, matching Ortho's analytical personality.

Favorite Scent: Versace Man Eau Fraiche by Versace (Saffron, Amber and Sycamore)

🐉Malleus Draconia- Malleus's scent is fiery and intense, like dragon's breath and volcanic ash. The aroma is smoky and spicy, with notes of cinnamon and chili pepper, matching Malleus's dragon-like appearance.

Favorite Scent: Chergui by Serge Lutens (honey, tobacco, and spices)

🦇Lilia Vanrouge- Lilia Vanrouge: Lilia's scent is warm and comforting, with a hint of playfulness, matching his easygoing and friendly personality. The aroma is woody and spicy, with notes of sandalwood and ginger, hinting at his teasing nature and mischievous tendencies.

Favorite Scent: Jazz Club by Maison Martin Margiela (tobacco, vanilla, and cedarwood)

💤Silver- Silver's scent is clean and crisp, with a hint of freshness and a touch of sweetness, matching his serious and reserved personality. The aroma is citrusy and aromatic, with notes of bergamot and lavender, hinting at his diligence and devotion to his training as a knight. 

Favorite Scent: New York for Gentlemen by Brooks Brothers (Cumin, oak moss and vetiver)

⚡Sebek Zigvolt- Sebek's scent is intense and fiery, with a hint of spice and a touch of sweetness, matching his loud, hot-blooded, and prideful personality. The aroma is spicy and woody, with notes of cardamom and amber, hinting at his honesty and blunt nature.

Favorite Scent: Noir Extreme by Tom Ford (cardamom, amber, and vanilla)

[tomionefinds]

hello! i recently read A Nose That Can See by Colubrina and am now obsessed with veela tom. do you know of any more fics with veela tom? preferably long fics but short and one shots are fine too!! thanks!!!!

Hi Nonny:

Here are some Tom Riddle as Veela fics. We also have several more under our Soulmates Tag. -Haus

Sacrifice by riabarro05

M | Complete | 8k

Following old traditions, Hermione Granger is offered as a sacrifice for the Kingdom of Hogwarts to flourish. (Tomione. Creature AU. Veela. Lemons.)

Love, War, and Veelas by forbbidenfruite

T | WIP | 35k

Veela!Voldemort mate! Hermione Voldemort wins and finally takes Hermione as his own.However there are some problems. Hermione wont accept him, the Malfoy boy wont stop flirting with her, and the boy-who-lived still wont die!

Need You Now by Jenjen96

E | WIP | 41k

She's his. He's waited 68 years for her, and now that she's here, he can't wait to have her.

Amanecer by AriGoddessofNight17

E | One Shot 1 k

It made her angry. Sure male veelas are rarity but the fact they barely new one another and his marks were engraved upon her skin just made her see red. Hermione bit her tongue and she swore that she wouldn't make this easy on him. No they were just getting started.

The Secret Affair by Nomadic Lady

M | WIP | 5k

Hermione's curiosity wins over her and she ventures down the restricted section of Flourish and Blotts declining the opportunity to visit twins at the joke shop. Instead she finds herself in a situation she never imagined finding herself in. Veela fan fic, with a twist. (Dark Hermione - 00C)

[haunted-headset-alt]

"do you think we're soulmates in every universe?"

"are we even soulmates in this one?"

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[coolbeans32]

Echoes of Destiny: The Serpent and the Phoenix

PAIRING: Tom Riddle x F!Reader (OC)

SYNOPSIS: The memories of Genevieve and Tom back at Hogwarts. Their Fifth Year.

WARNINGS: Some warnings worth mentioning are truancy, rebellion, feelings of betrayal, dueling, manipulation, etc. As the characters are aging, these warnings should be taken into account as the themes may get slightly darker with the intensity and build up of the plot. Furthermore, if any of these topics are touchy or uncomfortable, do not hesitate to leave the page or chapter. As well as, if anything pops up that is not mentioned in the warnings, let me know so I can properly add it to the warnings section!

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Chapter Twenty

A Journey to The Past: Fifth Year

Fifth-year Genevieve Dumbledore had always been a model student, known for her diligence and exceptional performance in her classes. However, as the school year progressed, she began to withdraw, skipping almost every class except for Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration. Her professors were perplexed by her sudden change in behavior, but none were more concerned than her father.

It was a chilly autumn afternoon when Professor Slughorn finally had enough. "Miss Dumbledore," he said, his tone a mixture of disappointment and concern as he found her absent from yet another Potions class, "I cannot allow this to continue."

Later that day, Genevieve found herself standing before her father's desk in his office, the familiar scent of lemon drops and old parchment filling the room. Albus regarded her with a mixture of sadness and sternness, his blue eyes piercing yet compassionate.

"Genevieve," he began gently, "Professor Slughorn has expressed serious concerns about your performance in Potions. He has requested that you receive tutoring."

Genevieve's heart sank. She had been avoiding Potions precisely because she found it increasingly difficult to concentrate nowadays while secretly working with her Pops, Gellert. On top of that, Albus had also asked her to spy not only on Tom, but Gellert as well. Over time, she had realized that they no longer were together, but even more, they both had made her complete their work. She was honestly exhausted and tired. She looked down at her feet, unwilling to meet her father's gaze. "Who will be tutoring me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Albus leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "Tom has agreed to assist you. He is one of the best students in Potions, and I believe he can help you improve your grade."

Genevieve's stomach churned at the thought. She and Tom had grown apart over the years, their initial camaraderie giving way to rivalry and distance. The idea of spending mandatory time with him felt like a punishment. "I don't need tutoring," she protested weakly, though she knew it was futile. “I already know everything anyways, I don’t see the point of having Tom to teach me stuff I already know.”

"Genevieve," her father said, his voice firm but kind, "this is not optional. You must attend these sessions if you wish to remain in good standing. Professor Slughorn and I both believe this is for the best." Her frustration boiling over, Genevieve bolted from the office, tears stinging her eyes. She ran through the castle corridors, her mind a whirlwind of anger and despair. She didn't want to be forced into this, didn't want to be seen as a failure.

Without thinking, she found herself heading towards the Forbidden Forest, the one place where she could escape the suffocating pressures of her life. The forest loomed ahead, dark and foreboding, but it was a familiar sanctuary. She slipped through the trees, the cool air biting at her cheeks as she ventured deeper into the woods.

Genevieve finally stopped near a small clearing, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She sank to the ground, burying her face in her hands. The forest was silent except for the rustle of leaves and the distant call of birds. Here, she could be alone with her thoughts, away from the expectations and judgments of others. As she sat there, the initial anger began to fade, replaced by a deep sadness. She missed the simplicity of her earlier years, missed the connection she had once felt with her father and even with Tom. She felt adrift, struggling to find her place in a world that seemed increasingly complicated and demanding.

As she sat there, her emotions began to overflow. She buried her face in her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks. She felt so alone, so misunderstood. The pressure to succeed, to live up to the expectations of her family, was crushing her spirit. She let out a shuddering sob, her body trembling with the weight of her feelings. Suddenly, she felt a strange sensation, as if the very air around her was responding to her distress. She looked up, her tear-filled eyes widening in surprise. The trees around her seemed to be moving, their branches bending and intertwining to form a protective canopy above her. She watched in awe as flowers began to bloom, their delicate petals unfurling in the dim light. Spider lilies, their ethereal beauty captivating, sprang up around her, their luminescent glow casting a soft yellow light on the clearing.

Genevieve stood slowly, her hands reaching out to touch the flowers. As she did, she felt a surge of magic, a deep connection to the forest around her. It was as if her very essence was pouring into the ground, creating this sanctuary as a reflection of her innermost desires. The yellow glow intensified, enveloping her in its warm embrace. She felt a sense of peace wash over her, the anger and frustration ebbing away.

She wandered through the sanctuary she had created, marveling at the beauty of it. The flowers seemed to pulse with her magic, their glow a comforting presence in the darkness. The trees, now forming a protective barrier, offered a sense of security she had not felt in a long time. She found a soft patch of moss and sat down, leaning against the trunk of a tree. The luminescent light flickered gently, creating a soothing ambiance.

Genevieve closed her eyes, her body relaxing for the first time in what felt like ages. She let out a deep breath, her mind finally quieting. As she sat there, she realized that she had found a sanctuary not just in the forest, but within herself. Her magic had created this place, a testament to her strength and resilience.

As the night wore on, Genevieve's exhaustion began to take over. She curled up on the mossy ground, the soft glow of the spider lilies casting gentle shadows around her. She felt a profound sense of belonging, as if the forest had accepted her as one of its own. The luminescent light dimmed slightly, creating a peaceful cocoon of warmth and safety. With a final sigh, Genevieve allowed herself to drift into sleep, her mind filled with dreams of the beautiful sanctuary she had created. The forest stood watch over her, its ancient magic intertwined with her own, ensuring that she would find solace and strength in the days to come.

When she awoke the next morning, the sun filtering through the canopy of trees, she felt a renewed sense of purpose. She knew she would have to face her challenges, but now she had a place to retreat to, a sanctuary where she could reconnect with her magic and find peace. With a final glance at the beautiful clearing, Genevieve made her way back to Hogwarts.

Tom Riddle walked purposefully through the corridors of Hogwarts, his mind focused on the task ahead. It was the first day of his tutoring sessions with Genevieve Dumbledore, and he was determined to make the most of this opportunity. The situation was curious—Genevieve, usually an exceptional student, had been missing almost all her classes. Professor Slughorn had requested that Tom tutor her in Potions due to her declining grades, and Tom was more than willing to oblige. He saw this as a chance to assert his superiority and, perhaps, uncover the reasons behind her sudden change in behavior.

When he arrived at the assigned classroom, Genevieve was already there, sitting at a desk with her arms crossed and a sullen expression on her face. Tom could see the tension in her posture, the defiance in her eyes. He suppressed a smirk as he approached her.

"Good morning, Genevieve," he said smoothly, taking a seat across from her. "I trust you're ready to begin?"

Genevieve glanced at him, her eyes narrowing. "Let's just get this over with, Tom," she replied, her tone flat. Tom raised an eyebrow, unfazed by her hostility. He opened his Potions textbook and began to ask her a series of questions, each one more challenging than the last. He took a perverse pleasure in watching her struggle to answer, his probing questions designed to unsettle her.

"Explain the properties of a Wiggenweld Potion," he asked, his voice cool and detached.

Genevieve took a deep breath, her frustration evident. "The Wiggenweld Potion is a powerful healing potion," she began, her voice tight. "It can heal serious injuries and even counteract the Draught of Living Death."

Tom nodded, but there was no satisfaction in his expression. "Correct," he said, then immediately launched into another question. "And what are the key ingredients in a Polyjuice Potion?"

Genevieve's eyes flashed with irritation. "Lacewing flies, leeches, powdered Bicorn horn, Knotgrass, fluxweed picked at the full moon, and a piece of the person you want to transform into."

"Very good," Tom said, his tone still devoid of warmth. He continued to test her, his questions becoming more obscure and detailed. Genevieve's frustration grew with each passing minute, her patience wearing thin.

Finally, she snapped. "I don't need your tutoring, Tom!" she exclaimed, her voice echoing off the classroom walls. "I'm only here because I'm being forced to. I don't need you to mock me or test me on things I already know!"

Tom leaned back in his chair, regarding her with a calculating gaze. "Is that so?" he said quietly. "Then why have you been skipping classes, Genevieve? This isn't like you."

Genevieve glared at him, her fists clenched. "That's none of your business," she spat.

Tom's eyes gleamed with interest. "Oh, but it is, Genevieve. You see, I've been asked to help you, and I can't do that if I don't understand what's going on.

"Why do you care that I'm not attending classes?" Genevieve asked, her voice edged with irritation. "It's not like it's any of your concern." Tom leaned back in his chair, his expression inscrutable. "It doesn't make sense," he said calmly. "Someone who was once at the top of the class is now at the bottom. Why the sudden change, Genevieve?"

Genevieve's eyes flashed with anger. "Maybe I just got tired of it all," she snapped. "Maybe I don't want to be top of the class anymore."

Tom raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "That's not a reason, that's an excuse," he said. "You and I both know you're capable of more than this. So what's really going on?"

Genevieve's fists clenched, her frustration boiling over. "Keep your nose out of my life, Tom," she spat. "You've been doing a great job of it since the end of first year, so why start now?"

Tom's expression hardened, but he remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

"Ever since we started at Hogwarts, you've been distancing yourself from me," Genevieve continued, her voice trembling with emotion. "You pushed me away, and now you have the nerve to act like you care? Just leave me alone." With that, she stood up abruptly, her chair scraping loudly against the stone floor. She stormed out of the classroom, her footsteps echoing in the corridor.

Tom watched her go, a mixture of frustration and guilt gnawing at him. He had pushed her away, it was true, but he had his reasons. He hadn't expected her to lash out so vehemently, nor had he realized how deeply his actions had hurt her. For a moment, he sat there in silence, his mind racing. Then, with a sigh, he gathered his books and left the classroom, a newfound determination in his step. He wasn't sure how, but he knew he needed to make things right with Genevieve. 

Genevieve trudged through the corridors of Hogwarts, her steps heavy with reluctance as she made her way to the library. As she entered the library, she spotted Tom sitting at a table, a stack of books spread out before him. His expression was one of mild curiosity, tinged with a hint of skepticism as he regarded her.

"Late, as usual," he remarked coolly.

Genevieve bristled at his comment, her rebellious spirit flaring to life. "I'm not here because I want to be, if you must be reminded" she retorted defiantly. "And I certainly don't need your help like I told you the other fifty times."

Tom arched an eyebrow, his gaze unwavering. "Oh? And yet here you are, assigned to me for tutoring in Potions," he countered with amusement.

Genevieve clenched her jaw, resisting the urge to snap back. She knew he was right, but she refused to let him see her vulnerability. "Fine," she muttered through gritted teeth. "Let's get this over with."

With a resigned sigh, Tom gestured for her to sit opposite him. As they delved into their studies, their interactions were filled with tension and animosity, their academic rivalry simmering just beneath the surface. Despite their bickering, Genevieve couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of her mind. She was rebelling against her father and everything he stood for, and yet, deep down, she couldn't help but wonder if she was making a grave mistake. But for now, she pushed those doubts aside, focusing instead on the task at hand as she begrudgingly allowed Tom to tutor her in Potions.

As the weeks went by, the tension between Tom and Genevieve began to ease during their tutoring sessions. Tom's initial aloofness softened, and Genevieve's rebellious spirit calmed. Their conversations became less combative, and a tentative camaraderie started to form. One evening, as they finished going over a particularly complex potion, Tom looked at Genevieve with a contemplative expression. "You've really improved," he remarked, a hint of genuine admiration in his voice.

Genevieve glanced up, surprised by the compliment. "Thanks. I guess it helps having a decent tutor," she replied, a small smile playing on her lips.

Tom hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "You know, we have a Defense Against the Dark Arts exam coming up. I was thinking... Maybe we could study together?"

Genevieve's eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by the invitation. Slowly, she nodded. "I'd like that," she said, her smile growing warmer. "It's been a while since I've had a study partner."

Tom's eyes met hers, and for a brief moment, they shared a mutual understanding. "Great. Let's meet in the library tomorrow after dinner?"

"Sounds good," Genevieve agreed, feeling a flicker of the old connection she once had with Tom. In the days that followed, Genevieve returned to her classes, sitting next to Tom. Though she wasn't as involved as she used to be, her presence was a dramatic shift from her previous absence. Her grades began to improve, reflecting her renewed commitment to her studies.

During one of their study sessions, Tom looked at her thoughtfully. "It's good to see you back in class," he said quietly.

Genevieve nodded, her gaze steady. "I realized I can't keep running away from everything," she replied. "Besides, I have to keep up with my academic rival."

Tom smirked, a rare glint of amusement in his eyes. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

The Room of Requirement had taken on the appearance of a grand dueling chamber, its high ceilings echoing the sounds of spells being cast and the flicker of wand light. Tom and Genevieve faced each other, their expressions determined and focused.

"Ready?" Tom asked, his voice calm but with an undercurrent of intensity.

Genevieve nodded, her grip on her wand tightening. "Always."

They began with basic spells, testing each other's reflexes and precision. As their duel progressed, the spells became more advanced, their movements more rapid. The air crackled with magical energy as they pushed each other to their limits.

"Stupefy!" Tom shouted, but Genevieve deflected the spell with a swift flick of her wand.

"Protego!" she countered, casting a shield charm just in time to block his next attack.

The duel continued, each spell cast with increasing ferocity. Finally, Genevieve saw an opening. Summoning all her focus, she cast her spell with precision and force. "Expelliarmus!"

Tom's wand flew out of his hand, clattering to the ground several feet away. He stood there, momentarily stunned, his expression darkening with anger.

"You disarmed me," he muttered, his voice low and dangerous.

Genevieve, panting slightly from the exertion, lowered her wand. "It's just practice, Tom," she said, trying to defuse the tension. "We were both—"

"Just practice?" Tom interrupted, his eyes blazing with fury. "You think this is a game?"

Genevieve frowned, taken aback by his reaction. "Tom, calm down. It was a fair duel."

Tom's hands clenched into fists. "Fair? You think I don't see what you're doing? Working with Dumbledore, trying to undermine me?"

"What are you talking about?" Genevieve said. "I'm not working with anyone against you. We're friends, remember?"

Tom laughed, a bitter sound. "Friends? Is that what you call this? You, the daughter of Dumbledore, playing nice with the rest of us while secretly carrying out your father's agenda?"

Genevieve's eyes widened, hurt flashing across her face. "That's not entirely true, Tom. I've never betrayed you."

"You've been lying to me, all along!" Tom's voice rose, filled with accusation. "Pretending to care, pretending to be my friend, all while spying for Dumbledore."

"Stop it, Tom!" Genevieve shouted back, her own anger rising. “I care about you, and I've never—"

"Liar!" Tom's face twisted with rage. "I don't need you, Genevieve. I don't need anyone!"

Silence fell between them, the air heavy with unspoken emotions. Genevieve felt a lump form in her throat, her heart aching at Tom's words. She took a step back, struggling to keep her composure.

"If that's how you really feel," she said quietly, her voice trembling, "then maybe I should just leave you alone."

Tom turned away, not trusting himself to speak further. As Genevieve walked towards the door, she paused, glancing back at him one last time. "I hope you find whatever it is you're looking for, Tom. But you won't find it by pushing everyone away." With that, she left the room, the door closing softly behind her. Tom stood alone, his anger slowly fading, replaced by a deep, unsettling emptiness. He bent down to retrieve his wand, his thoughts a chaotic storm of regret and confusion.

Genevieve stumbled through the dense undergrowth of the Forbidden Forest, her vision blurred by tears of frustration and hurt. The echoes of her argument with Tom still reverberated in her mind, each cutting word carving deep into her wounded heart. He ridiculed her, accusing her of working with Dumbledore against him, of betraying their friendship for the sake of her father's agenda. Genevieve's heart twisted with anguish as she listened to his words, each one a painful reminder of their fractured bond. She had tried to defend herself, to reason with him, but Tom's anger was relentless, his words like barbed wire digging into her skin.

But what hurt the most was the fact that it was true,  she was working with her father to spy on him. However, she never had revealed anything to betray him as she was growing tired of her father’s relentlessness to prove Tom was a danger. It was a bitter reminder of their diverging paths, of the growing chasm between them, especially with her wavering loyalty to both Albus and Gellert. Everything was building up so quickly, and it became too much. As the argument reached its peak, Genevieve couldn't bear it any longer. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she had fled into the forest, seeking solace amidst the ancient trees and whispered secrets.

Now, as she stumbled through the shadowed depths of the Forbidden Forest, Genevieve felt the weight of her despair pressing down upon her. She sank to her knees, her sobs echoing through the silent woods, a poignant symphony of pain and regret. In that moment of vulnerability, Genevieve felt utterly alone, the echoes of Tom's accusations still ringing in her ears. She didn't know how to mend what had been broken between them, didn't know if their friendship could ever be restored. All she could do was cry, lost in the wilderness of her own emotions, yearning for a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that surrounded her.

As she knelt there, her tears soaking into the forest floor, the world around her seemed to shift again. The trees bent and engulfed her, creating her sanctuary once again. Genevieve looked around in awe, her sorrow momentarily forgotten as she took in the sanctuary. She could never get enough of how magic was able to do wonderful things. The beauty of it all was overwhelming, a reminder of the power she held within her. She lay down on the soft bed of flowers, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. As she drifted off to sleep, the last thought that crossed her mind was a fleeting hope that she could somehow find a way to heal the rift between her and Tom, and perhaps, mend her own fractured heart in the process.

The soft rap of knuckles against the wooden door echoed through the silent corridor, breaking the stillness of the evening air. Genevieve sat on the edge of her bed, her heart heavy with the weight of recent arguments and hurtful words exchanged with Tom. She knew it was him standing outside her door, seeking reconciliation, seeking forgiveness.

"Go away, Tom," she called out, her voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and frustration. There was a moment of hesitation, a pause that stretched between them like an unspoken plea for understanding. Then, with a resigned sigh, the door creaked open, revealing Tom standing on the threshold, a bouquet of daffodils in his hand. He felt a knot of anxiety tighten in his chest as he met her eyes, her hurt and anger mirrored in her gaze.

"I'm sorry," he said softly, his voice tinged with slight remorse as he held out the flowers as a peace offering. "I shouldn't have said those things. I shouldn't have let my anger get the best of me."

Genevieve's eyes flickered to the bouquet, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips despite herself. She moved aside, wordlessly inviting Tom into her room, her heart aching for reconciliation, for the restoration of their fractured friendship. Tom stepped inside, his movements hesitant, uncertain. He approached Genevieve slowly, his eyes searching hers for any sign of forgiveness. When she reached out to accept the flowers, he felt a surge of relief wash over him, a flicker of hope amidst the darkness of their recent discord.

"Thank you," Genevieve whispered, her voice barely above a whisper as she met Tom's gaze, her eyes softening with warmth and understanding. Tom swallowed hard, his throat tight with emotion as he watched her. Slowly, almost tentatively, he reached out to embrace her, his arms wrapping around her in a hesitant embrace.

At first, his touch was stiff, his movements rigid with uncertainty. But as Genevieve leaned into his embrace, he felt himself relax, felt the tension melting away as he allowed himself to be enveloped in her warmth. They stayed like that for a while, two lost souls seeking solace in each other's embrace, their hearts slowly healing as they began to rebuild the fragile bonds of friendship that had been tested by the storms of their own making.

Tom couldn't help but think about the irony of the situation. He, who prided himself on being detached and self-reliant, now found comfort in the very person he had pushed away. The realization hit him hard, but he embraced it, knowing that this moment was a step toward mending what was broken.

"I'm glad you're here," Genevieve said softly, her voice muffled against his shoulder.

Tom nodded, his chin brushing against her hair. "Me too," he replied, his voice steady now, filled with a newfound determination. 

Tom and Genevieve walked along the shore of the Black Lake, the still water reflecting the darkening sky. The air was cool, carrying the scent of pine from the Forbidden Forest, and the sound of their footsteps mingled with the distant croaks of frogs and chirping of crickets. They had spent more time together since the incident in the Forbidden Forest, their friendship slowly mending as they shared more conversations and moments like this.

As they strolled, the pureblood Slytherin boys – Malfoy, Nott, Rosier, and a few others – passed by. They nodded to Tom, their expressions a mix of respect and acknowledgment, but none of them bothered him or Genevieve.

Genevieve observed the interaction, her curiosity piqued. "When did you become acquainted with them?" she asked, glancing at Tom.

Tom's expression remained unreadable, his eyes fixed ahead. "I just did," he replied, evading the question. After a moment, he added, "I've been thinking about something else."

"Oh?" Genevieve prompted, her curiosity growing. Tom stopped and led her to a secluded area, away from the prying eyes and ears of other students. He turned to face her, his expression serious. "Genevieve, there's something I haven't told anyone. I can speak to snakes. It's called Parseltongue."

Genevieve's eyes widened in surprise. "You can speak to snakes?" she repeated, her voice hushed with awe.

Tom nodded. "Yes. And from what I've learned, it's a rare ability. I don't think I'm just a Muggle-born. I need to know more about my lineage."

Genevieve nodded in understanding, her mind racing with possibilities. "Why do you think this power means you're not a Muggle-born?" she asked gently.

Tom's gaze hardened with determination. "Because it's a gift associated with Salazar Slytherin. If I have this power, it means I might be related to him. I need to find out who my family is, where I come from."

Genevieve took a deep breath, her mind whirring with thoughts. "Tom, I can help you. I have access to resources and knowledge that might aid in your search. My father, he... Well, he knows a lot about the magical world and its histories."

Tom's eyes flickered with a mix of hope and suspicion. "Why would you help me?"

"Because we're friends," Genevieve said simply, her gaze unwavering. "And because I believe in you. I believe that finding out where you come from is important. But promise me, you'll be careful. Don't let this search consume you."

Tom studied her for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Thank you, Genevieve. I appreciate it." As they continued their walk by the lake, a newfound sense of understanding settled between them. They talked about plans and theories, Genevieve offering to research in the library and talk to her father discreetly. Tom, in turn, shared his suspicions and the little clues he had gathered so far. 

The Yule break at Hogwarts brought an eerie quietness to the castle, a stark contrast to the usual bustling corridors filled with students. Genevieve and Tom were among the few who stayed behind, their footsteps echoing in the empty hallways. As the cold winter wind howled outside, the air inside the castle crackled with tension.

Genevieve confronted Tom in an abandoned classroom, her eyes piercing through his facade of secrecy and deception. "Tom," she began, her voice steady but laced with urgency, "I know what you've been doing. I know about the Horcruxes."

Tom's expression darkened with rage, his eyes narrowing as he tried to mask his shock. "How did you find out?" he demanded, his voice seething with anger. "Who told you?"

Ignoring his question, Genevieve pressed on, her focus unwavering. "Do you even understand what you're doing, Tom? The consequences of splitting your soul so many times? Do you know what it does to you?"

Tom's eyes flashed with determination, his jaw set. "It's the only way," he replied, his voice cold and resolute. "The only way to become the most powerful sorcerer alive. To ensure that I never die."

Genevieve's expression softened, her eyes filling with a mix of anger and concern. "No, Tom," she said softly, shaking her head. "It's not the way. You don’t understand the true cost of what you’re doing."

With a heavy heart, she reached into her cloak and withdrew a small package. Handing it to him, she murmured, "Happy Birthday."

Tom took the package, his fingers brushing against the smooth surface of a journal engraved with his full name. His eyes widened in surprise. "How did you—?"

Genevieve interrupted, her voice gentle but firm. "I found out who your family is. Your mother was Merope Gaunt, daughter of Marvolo Gaunt, and sister to Morfin Gaunt. Heirs of Salazar Slytherin himself. She named you after your father and grandfather. I thought you should know."

Tom stared at her, his mind reeling with the revelation. "Merope Gaunt... Marvolo Gaunt...," he muttered, the names foreign yet strangely familiar. "Heirs of Salazar Slytherin." As Genevieve turned to leave, Tom was left standing there, a maelstrom of conflicting emotions swirling within him. No one had ever known when his birthday was, yet Genevieve had found out, somehow. The weight of the journal in his hands felt heavy with meaning.

"Genevieve," he called after her, his voice softer now, tinged with something almost like vulnerability. "Why did you do this? Why help me?" She paused, looking back at him with a mixture of sadness and determination. "Because despite everything, I believe there's still good in you, Tom. I want you to see that before it's too late."

Tom watched her walk away, feeling a gnawing emptiness and uncertainty. Running his hands through his hair in frustration, he let out a heavy sigh. His mind was a storm of thoughts and emotions, a chaotic blend of anger, confusion, and a sliver of something he hadn't felt in a long time—hope. With a sense of unease settling in his chest, he turned and headed to his room, seeking clarity amidst the chaos of his thoughts. The journal felt like a lifeline, a connection to a past he had never known. But more than that, it was a reminder that someone still cared. And that, perhaps, was the most terrifying revelation of all.

As Tom stared at the journal in his hands, the weight of Genevieve's words hung heavy in the air. The flickering light from the fireplace cast dancing shadows on the walls, reflecting the turmoil within his mind. He couldn't shake the feeling of disbelief at the revelation of his ancestry, nor could he ignore the unsettling truth of her warnings about his pursuit of power.  For the first time in a long while, Tom found himself grappling with conflicting emotions. On one hand, there was the burning desire for power, the relentless drive to carve out his own destiny and become the most powerful sorcerer the world had ever seen. The dream of immortality and control had been his guiding star for so long that the mere thought of relinquishing it felt like a betrayal to himself. But on the other hand, there was Genevieve – wise, strong, and unwavering in her convictions. Her words had pierced through the thick armor of his ambition, reaching the vulnerable core he had buried deep within.

Her opinion mattered to him more than he cared to admit. He had always admired her resilience, her intelligence, and her unwavering sense of right and wrong. She was the only one who dared to challenge him, who saw through his facade and confronted him with the truth. And yet, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the thought of disregarding her warnings, of risking everything for the sake of his own ambition. Genevieve's presence had always been a grounding force in his life, a reminder that there was more to the world than just power and conquest.

As he sat there, lost in thought, a realization began to dawn on him. Perhaps there was more to life than power and ambition. Perhaps there was something worth fighting for, worth sacrificing for – something that transcended the pursuit of greatness. Genevieve had shown him a glimpse of a different path, one where strength and compassion could coexist, where power was not an end but a means to protect and nurture.

With a newfound sense of purpose burning within him, Tom made a decision. He would find Genevieve, he would seek her counsel, and together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead. For in Genevieve, he saw not only a friend, but a kindred spirit – someone who understood the complexities of his soul, someone who saw beyond the mask of darkness he wore. She had believed in him when no one else did, and now he needed to believe in himself and the possibility of redemption.

He rose from his seat, the journal clutched tightly in his hand, and set off to find Genevieve. The corridors of Hogwarts were silent, the stillness of the Yule break amplifying the sound of his footsteps. Each step was a testament to his resolve, a declaration that he was ready to confront the truth and forge a new path forward. The journey ahead was uncertain, fraught with challenges and inner demons, but with Genevieve by his side, he felt a flicker of hope.

As he approached the common room where he knew she would be, Tom's heart pounded with anticipation. He paused at the door, taking a deep breath before stepping inside. Genevieve looked up from her seat by the fire, her eyes widening in surprise. 

"Tom?" she asked, her voice a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"Genevieve," he began, his voice steady but laced with emotion. "I need to talk to you…I need your help."

She studied him for a moment, her eyes softening with understanding. "Of course, Tom. I'm here."

Genevieve led Tom through the winding paths of the Forbidden Forest, the familiar crunch of leaves underfoot and the occasional rustle of hidden creatures providing a soundtrack to their journey. The deeper they ventured, the more the ancient trees seemed to lean in, as if eager to witness the unfolding of something magical.

"This way," Genevieve said softly, her voice a gentle guide through the dense undergrowth. She held Tom's hand, guiding him with a sureness that spoke of countless visits to this hidden sanctuary. Tom followed, his usual guarded demeanor giving way to a rare sense of anticipation.

As they reached a secluded clearing, Genevieve paused, taking a moment to breathe in the familiar scents of earth and foliage. She turned to Tom, her eyes shining with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "I want to show you something," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tom nodded, his curiosity piqued. He watched as Genevieve closed her eyes, a look of deep concentration settling on her features. She raised her hands, palms facing outward, and began to murmur an incantation. The air around them seemed to hum with energy, and the ground beneath their feet responded to her call.

Slowly, the trees around them began to bend and weave together, forming a protective canopy overhead. Flowers of every hue burst forth from the forest floor, their vibrant colors painting a breathtaking tapestry. Delicate spider lilies adorned Genevieve, their ethereal glow adding to the otherworldly beauty of the scene. A soft, yellow luminescence suffused the clearing, casting a warm, magical light.

Tom watched in awe as the sanctuary took shape, the full extent of Genevieve's power and creativity on display. He had always known she was gifted, but this was something extraordinary. His heart swelled with a mixture of admiration and something deeper, something he had tried to deny for far too long.

In the depths of the Forbidden Forest, where the ancient trees whispered secrets and the air crackled with magic, Tom Riddle found himself standing before Genevieve, his heart laid bare. "Genevieve," he began, his voice uncharacteristically soft, "there's something I need to tell you. Something I've realized, something I've been trying to deny for far too long."

Genevieve looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "What is it, Tom?"

Taking a deep breath, Tom gathered his courage and spoke from the depths of his soul. "I admire you, Genevieve. More than words can express. More than I ever thought possible for me." Genevieve's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never expected to hear such words from Tom, never dared to hope that he could feel such deep emotions.

"But how can that be?" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "You've always... I never thought..."

Tom reached out, gently cupping her face in his hands. "I know I've been distant, cold even. I know I have no reason for you to believe me… But you, Genevieve, you broke through the walls I've built around my heart since the day I met you on the train… You showed me that I'm capable of feeling,  in a way I never thought possible. I admire your strength, courage, and wisdom. You’re much stronger than I could ever be, with everything you’ve dealt with… I wish I could say that I am the man you deserve but I’m not. You deserve someone better than me, but I am a selfish man. I don’t think I can bear thinking of you with someone else… I just want you.”

Tears welled in Genevieve's eyes as she listened to Tom's heartfelt confession. In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of the forest and the enchantment of their shared sanctuary, she knew that she felt the same way.

"I love you too, Tom," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. And then, without another word, they leaned in, their lips meeting in a tender kiss that ignited a fire within their souls. As they kissed, flowers bloomed around them, and spider lilies danced in the gentle breeze. In the garden-like sanctuary built by Genevieve, in the heart of the Forbidden Forest, a place where both Tom and she escaped in the midst of the chaos that brewed at Hogwarts, they found solace. In that moment, Tom and Genevieve knew that they were meant to be together, bound by a love that transcended time and space, and that nothing could ever tear them apart.

Genevieve approached the edge of the Forbidden Forest, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. It had been months since she last saw Gellert, her father, and the prospect of their secret meeting filled her with a sense of purpose. As she neared the designated spot, she saw his tall, imposing figure waiting in the shadows.

"Pops," she greeted softly, her voice barely carrying over the rustle of leaves.

Gellert Grindelwald turned, a rare smile breaking across his stern features. "Genevieve, my dear. It's good to see you."

She stepped closer. "I have news. About father and the Minister."

Gellert's expression darkened at the mention of Albus Dumbledore, his old adversary. "What have you learned?" Genevieve took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "I overheard a meeting between him and the Minister. They're becoming increasingly suspicious of your movements. They're planning to intensify their efforts to locate and stop you."

Gellert's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities. "And what exactly did they discuss?"

"They discussed a plan to deploy more Aurors to areas where they suspect you have strongholds. They also mentioned using Legilimency to try to track down your followers." Genevieve paused, gauging her father's reaction. "Father seemed particularly intent on preventing any further recruitment into your cause."

Gellert's face hardened. "Of course he would be. He fears the power of a united wizarding world. But we cannot let him succeed. We need to stay one step ahead."

Genevieve nodded. Gellert placed a hand on her shoulder, his grip firm. "You have done well, Genevieve. Your efforts are invaluable to our cause. But remember, this is a dangerous game we're playing. You must be vigilant."

"I understand, Father," she replied, her voice steady. "But what are you going to do next?

Gellert's eyes gleamed with a dangerous light. "I’ll need to create distractions, draw their attention away …And we must continue to gather allies, those who believe in our vision for a better world."

Genevieve's mind raced with possibilities. "I can spread misinformation, lead them on false trails. And I can continue to gather intelligence from within Hogwarts." Gellert nodded approvingly. "Yes, that will be crucial. But be careful. Dumbledore is cunning. He will suspect any unusual behavior."

"I'll be careful," Genevieve promised. "But I won't let him stop us."

Gellert's expression softened slightly, a rare moment of paternal pride shining through. "I trust you, Genevieve. Together, we will change the world. I'll keep you updated," Gellert said finally, stepping back. "Until then, my dear. Be safe."

With a final nod, she  turned and made her way back towards Hogwarts, her mind already plotting their next move. She knew that the road ahead would be fraught with peril, but she was ready. For her father, for their cause, she would face whatever came their way.

Tom Riddle stood in the dimly lit room of an abandoned manor house, its grandeur now faded and shrouded in darkness. Around him, a group of young men—his closest followers—gathered in a tight circle. They were the Knights of Walpurgis, handpicked by Tom for their ambition, cunning, and unwavering loyalty. Each one of them wore a silver serpent pendant, a symbol of their allegiance to Tom and the cause he had envisioned.

The room was silent, save for the crackling of a small fire in the hearth. Tom's piercing gaze swept over each face, ensuring he had their full attention. His presence was magnetic, commanding respect and fear in equal measure.

"Tonight," Tom began, his voice smooth and cold, "we stand at the threshold of a new era. Our generation has the potential to reshape the wizarding world, to rise above the mediocrity that has plagued it for centuries."

Abraxas Malfoy, standing to Tom's right, nodded eagerly. "We've already begun to sow the seeds of change, Tom. Our influence is growing within the Ministry, and more wizards are beginning to see the truth of your vision."

Tom's lips curled into a faint smile. "Indeed, Abraxas. But we must not be complacent. Our goals extend far beyond mere influence. We seek to establish a new order, one where the pure-blooded wizarding families reclaim their rightful place at the top. A world where power and bloodline are respected above all."

Rosier, his dark eyes gleaming with ambition, leaned forward. "What is our next step, Tom? How do we ensure our vision becomes reality?"

Tom's gaze hardened. "We must act decisively and strategically. First, we need to consolidate our power within Hogwarts. Our younger members must be groomed to take key positions within the school. From there, we will extend our reach into the Ministry, ensuring our allies are placed in influential roles."

A murmur of agreement rippled through the group. Tom continued, his voice growing more fervent. "We will also begin to acquire powerful magical artifacts. Objects that can amplify our abilities, give us an edge over our enemies. And we must not forget the importance of fear. The wizarding world must know that to oppose us is to invite destruction."

Nott, a lean and calculating figure, raised an eyebrow. "And what of Dumbledore? He remains a significant obstacle. His influence and power are considerable."

Tom's expression darkened at the mention of the Hogwarts headmaster. "Dumbledore is a formidable opponent, but he is not invincible. We will undermine his authority, sow discord among his supporters. And when the time is right, we will strike. But for now, we must be patient and meticulous in our actions."

The room fell silent, each member absorbing the weight of Tom's words. They knew the risks involved, but their loyalty to Tom was unwavering. He had promised them power, respect, and a place in the new world he envisioned.

"Remember," Tom said, his voice now a soft, menacing whisper, "we are the architects of the future. Our actions will be the foundation upon which the new wizarding order is built. Together, we will achieve greatness. We will become legends."

The Knights of Walpurgis raised their wands in unison, a silent pledge of their commitment to Tom and the cause. As the meeting concluded, they filed out of the room, each one carrying the weight of their shared ambition and the knowledge of the darkness that lay ahead. Tom remained behind, staring into the flickering flames of the hearth. His mind raced with plans and possibilities. He was determined to leave his mark on the world, to transcend the limitations of his birth and become the most powerful wizard in history. And with the Knights of Walpurgis by his side, he knew that his vision of the future was within his grasp.

Genevieve sat in the quiet of her dormitory, the soft glow of the evening sun casting long shadows across the room. She knew it was time to report to her father. Their relationship had always been complex, tangled with layers of secrets and unspoken truths. Today would be no different. She took a deep breath and made her way to the Headmaster's office, her mind racing with the conversation she had had with Gellert.

As she approached the stone gargoyle guarding the entrance, she whispered the password and ascended the spiral staircase. The door to Dumbledore's office stood slightly ajar, and she could hear the faint rustling of parchment within. She knocked lightly, pushing the door open when she heard his gentle voice beckon her inside.

"Genevieve, my dear," Dumbledore greeted her warmly, his eyes twinkling behind his half-moon spectacles. "What brings you here this evening?"

Genevieve stepped into the room, her heart pounding. She closed the door behind her and took a seat opposite her father. "I spoke with Pops," she began, her voice steady but laced with underlying tension.

Dumbledore's expression remained calm, but she could see the flicker of concern in his eyes. "And how did that go?"

"I told him about your meeting with the Minister," she admitted, watching for his reaction. "I passed on the information about the increased Auror presence and the use of Legilimency."

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. "And how did he react?"

"He was, as always, determined," Genevieve said, choosing her words carefully. "He believes he can stay one step ahead of you. He's planning distractions to draw your attention away from his true intentions and gathering more allies."

Dumbledore nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. "And do you believe he can succeed?"

Genevieve hesitated, her loyalty torn between the two men she loved. "He is clever, and his followers are devoted. But you are always ten steps ahead, Father. I have faith in you."

Dumbledore sighed, the weight of the world evident in his tired eyes. "Genevieve, my dear, this game we play is dangerous. Your position is perilous, and your heart is torn. I wish it didn't have to be this way."

Genevieve reached across the desk, her hand resting on his. "I know, Father. But I believe in Gellert's vision for a better world. I believe in you too. I just want to help both of you."

Dumbledore's eyes softened, and he squeezed her hand gently. "I understand, Genevieve. But you must be careful. Gellert's path is fraught with darkness, and the lines between right and wrong can easily blur."

"I will be careful," she promised. "But I need you to know that I trust Gellert. He's my father too, and I believe in his cause."

Dumbledore studied her for a long moment, the silence between them heavy with unspoken emotions. Finally, he nodded. "Very well. But remember, Genevieve, the most important thing is to stay true to yourself. Do not let the darkness consume you."

"I won't," she vowed, her voice firm. "I will do whatever it takes to help both of you. I just hope you can understand that." Dumbledore's gaze was filled with a mixture of pride and sorrow. "I understand, my dear. And I trust you. Just promise me you'll be careful."

"I promise," she said softly.

With that, she rose from her seat, giving her father one last look before she turned to leave. As she walked back through the corridors of Hogwarts, her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. She had done what she believed was right, but the path ahead was uncertain. All she could do was hold on to her convictions and hope that, in the end, her actions would lead to the better world both of her fathers envisioned. As she made her way back to the Slytherin common room, she couldn't help but feel the weight of her dual loyalty pressing down on her. She was caught between two powerful men, each with his own vision for the future. But she was determined to find her own path, one that would honor both of her fathers while staying true to her own beliefs.

Genevieve stood at the edge of the clearing in the Forbidden Forest, the sanctuary she had created glowing softly in the moonlight. The trees formed a protective canopy above, their branches intertwined like the fingers of old friends. Flowers blossomed around her, their vibrant colors a sharp contrast to the darkness of the forest. She glanced at the path leading to the clearing, her heart heavy with anticipation and a hint of worry.

It wasn't like Tom to be late. She looked around at the sanctuary, taking comfort in the beauty of the place she had crafted with her magic. Spider lilies swayed gently in the breeze, and the luminescent glow of the flowers gave the clearing an ethereal quality. She sighed, her breath forming a small cloud in the cool night air. Finally, she heard footsteps approaching. Tom emerged from the shadows, his expression carefully composed. Genevieve's heart leaped with relief and a touch of irritation.

"You're late," she said, trying to keep her tone light but failing to mask her concern.

Tom smiled, a practiced and charming smile. "I'm sorry, Genevieve. I got caught up in...some last-minute work."

Genevieve eyed him skeptically but decided not to press the issue. She knew Tom had his secrets, and while it bothered her, she trusted him enough not to pry. Instead, she took his hand and led him further into the clearing. They settled on a patch of soft grass, the flowers around them glowing softly. Tom laid back, staring up at the night sky, while Genevieve sat beside him, her fingers playing with a nearby flower.

"Do you ever think about the future, Tom?" Genevieve asked after a long silence, her voice soft and contemplative.

Tom turned his head to look at her, his eyes reflecting the luminescent glow of the sanctuary. "All the time," he replied. "I think about the world we're going to build, the power we'll have. I think about how we'll change everything."

Genevieve nodded, her gaze distant. "And what about us? Do you think about our future?"

Tom's expression softened, and he reached out to take her hand. "Of course, I do. I want you by my side, Genevieve. Together, we'll be unstoppable."

Genevieve smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. She laid down beside him, her head resting on his shoulder. "I just want to make sure we're doing the right thing," she whispered. "Sometimes, I worry about the path we're on."

Tom wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer. "We'll be fine, Genevieve. We know what we're doing. We're meant for greatness." They laid there in silence, the sanctuary around them a testament to the magic and bond they shared. The night air was cool, but with Tom's arm around her, Genevieve felt a comforting warmth. Despite her lingering doubts, she wanted to believe in Tom's vision, in the future he painted for them. As the hours passed, they talked about their dreams and ambitions, about the changes they wanted to see in the wizarding world. Genevieve shared her hopes for a future where they could live free of fear and oppression, while Tom spoke passionately about power and legacy. Eventually, exhaustion overtook them, and they fell asleep in each other's arms, the sanctuary standing watch over them. For that night, at least, the outside world and its troubles seemed far away, and Genevieve allowed herself to believe that together, they could face anything.

The Great Hall was alive with the vibrant chatter of students, the long tables laden with an extravagant feast. The end-of-year celebration at Hogwarts was always a grand affair, with the enchanted ceiling reflecting a clear night sky dotted with stars. House banners draped the walls, but tonight, the green and silver of Slytherin were particularly prominent, heralding their victory in the House Cup.

Genevieve and Tom sat side by side at the Slytherin table, surrounded by their jubilant housemates. The atmosphere was electric, filled with laughter and cheers. Genevieve picked at her food, her mind elsewhere. She glanced at Tom, who was engaged in a conversation with Abraxas Malfoy and a few other Slytherins. When he caught her eye, he excused himself from the group and turned his attention to her.

“You’ve been quiet tonight,” Tom observed, his eyes searching hers.

Genevieve forced a smile. “Just thinking about the summer.”

Tom arched an eyebrow. “Excited to go back home?”

Genevieve sighed, shaking her head. “Not really. It’s just going to be me, alone for the most part. Studying and learning advanced rune magic. My fathers…well, they’re busy with their own affairs, as usual.”

Tom's expression softened slightly, though his eyes remained calculating. “Rune magic, huh? That’s impressive. You’ll be miles ahead of everyone by the time we’re back.”

Genevieve shrugged. “Maybe, but it feels like a hollow victory. I’d much rather be here, with you.” She looked around the Great Hall, the festive atmosphere doing little to lift her spirits. “It’s just...I hate being alone, and at home, it’s so…isolating.”

Tom reached out and took her hand, his touch surprisingly gentle. “You know, we can always write to each other. You’re not alone, Genevieve. Besides, I’m sure we can find ways to see each other over the summer.”

Genevieve smiled, the gesture reaching her eyes this time. “I’d like that.”

Just then, a hush fell over the hall as Dippet stood to make an announcement. The Headmaster’s eyes twinkled as he looked out over the assembled students. “Another year has come to an end, and what a year it has been. But before we all depart for our respective homes, there’s one last piece of business to attend to. The House Cup.”

A murmur of anticipation rippled through the hall. The hourglasses displaying the house points had been covered earlier, adding to the suspense.

“This year’s House Cup goes to…” Headmaster Dippet paused, allowing the tension to build. “Slytherin!” The Slytherin table erupted in cheers and applause, the green and silver banners shimmering more brightly as they unfurled above them. Genevieve joined in the applause, her earlier melancholy momentarily forgotten in the wave of house pride.

Tom leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. “See? We’re unstoppable together.”

Genevieve laughed, a genuine sound that cut through the noise. “Yes, we are.” As the celebration continued, Tom and Genevieve resumed their conversation, discussing their plans in more detail. Genevieve spoke of her rune studies, her voice tinged with a mix of excitement and dread.

“I’ve been working on some ancient runes,” she said. “They’re fascinating, but I wish I had someone to share it with, someone who understands.”

Tom listened, his eyes thoughtful. “I’ve been meaning to delve deeper into runes myself. Maybe you can teach me a few things when we meet up.”

Genevieve's eyes sparkled at the prospect. “I’d love that.”

As the night wore on and the celebration showed no signs of stopping, Genevieve felt a warmth spread through her. Despite her worries about the summer, she realized that with Tom by her side, even the loneliest days would be bearable. They had their differences, and there were still secrets between them, but in that moment, their bond felt unbreakable. When the feast finally came to an end and the students began to disperse, Tom and Genevieve lingered a little longer, savoring the last moments of the school year. As they walked back to the Slytherin common room, hand in hand, Genevieve couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope. The future was uncertain, but for now, she had Tom, and that was enough.

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[tomionesmutfest2024]

Former Fest Highlight Week 2: Tomione Smut Fest 2018

At the Shrine of Your Lies by Solnyshko (ivyandcarnation)

Summary:

She went to his church by accident. Written for Tomione Smutfest 2k18.

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: F/M

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle, Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle | Voldemort

Characters: Tom Riddle, Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger's Father

Additional Tags: murder!, PWP, Smut, Lemon, saint - Freeform, Saint!Tom, And he ain't a saint for one thing, I'm Going To Hell For This, Church Sex, bastardization of church stuff, inappropriate setting for sex, tramp stamp, you can thank tom riddle for that shit

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Tom Riddle: How do you explain to someone that they're insane and their ideas are stifling you?

Albus Dumbledore, having put Tom Riddle in detention to interrogate him about Myrtle Warren, not expecting Tom Riddle to open up like this: I suppose speaking frankly to this person is out of the option?

Tom Riddle, at his wits end because Abraxas Malfoy keeps trying to gift him land and make it a tax write off: This is an insane person who does not take my feelings into any account.

Albus Dumbledore, uncomfortably realising that he's just about to project his relationship with Gellert onto Tom's relationship with Abraxas: Well, if he won't get off his high pureblood horse, I imagine a good duel is in order.

Tom Riddle: You're encouraging me to duel an aristocrat?

Albus Dumbledore, eating a lemon drop from a little box on his desk: Of course not, this is illegall.

Tom Riddle, taking a lemon drop and mulling things over: You know you're all right sometimes.

Albus Dumbledore, leaning forward: Well now that you've confided in me, care to tell me if you killed that girl?

Tom Riddle, choking on the lemon drop.

Albus Dumbledore, narrowing his eyes: The choking of a culprit. I knew it. *then, internally* It won’t stand up in court of course, but still, I knew it.

After detention

Abraxas: Mon chou, I realise that you have no real title and so in order to legitimize your being a Lord named Voldemort I thought that you could inherit the title through marriage! Ahem, * clears throat, just not noticing at all how uncomfortable he's made Tom* Tom Riddle, will you do me the honour of -

Tom Riddle, taking his wand out: I challenge you to a duel!

Abraxas: Well! If you want to win your way to my titles, who am I to disagree! :D ;)

Tom Riddle just growling and sending a hex at Abraxas to knock him out.

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Mashle: Magic and Muscle Season 1 Re-Cap + Season 2 - Episode 1

Other Episodes-> ep2 ep3 ep4 ep5

This anime shits all over JKR in the best way possible. Highly Recommended if you can make it through the 2nd half of Season 1.

Overall Rating So Far: 8/10 with hopes it will stay there.

For comparison, season 1 ended up 6/10. TToTT as to why...

I'm writing this while re-watching season one, and maaaaan what a strong start Season 1 had!! 9/10 for the first 4 episodes!!

How is this avoiding copyright? I don't know but I fully support it.

I LOVE MASH AND HIS REALISTIC TAKES.

The pacing got completely thrown off after episode 5. Did we really need those fight to be THAT long and drawn out?? No. I get that animation studios are limited in how far into the manga they can go in a given season, but I would have preferred anime original filler over 2 episodes of metal punch dude, and the whole "chamber of secrets" esque episodes...

Despite being sorely disappointed by the second half of season 1, I did finish it. Starting episode 1 of Season 2, I completely forgot where the last episode had left off and it hasn't even been that long!! I had to laugh at just how much my brain had tuned out by the end, which is sad, because this is such an amazing premise.

HOWEVER

SEASON 2 EPISODE 1 BROUGHT BACK THE DRIVE TO WATCH!!

The first episode of season 2 doubles down on poking ALL sorts of holes in the plot of Harry Potter and sidestepping any massive overlaps to avoid copyright. BUT IT'S SO OBVIOUS, I LOVE IT.

May I introduce you to...

"Harry Potter with just enough serial numbers filed off to avoid a lawsuit." - Capybara

Spoilers for Episode 1 Below the Cut

We started off with a small recap of the end of season 1 and honestly I don't remember most of it happening.

Woo they beat the Tom Riddle/Abel Walker, Woo they won tons of points for their dormitory, Woo Mash's super special "magic spell" the Suplex!!!

But oh no! There is a rumor that Mash can't use magic has gotten out! To be fair, it was only a matter of time. Bicep Smash Magic can only get you so far lolol.

The little celebration party is very cute, and suddenly Abel and Abyss show up, and Mash is just totally chill with them joining in their party. Abel even brought a deck of cards and they're playing bullshit of all games lmfao

Personally I want to know why Dot has his mouth and face all bandaged up, but I assume that's Lemon's doing for some reason or another lol

Let me just say, I love Abel and Abyss. Abel is terrifying and carrying around his creepy doll and freaking Finn out, and literally just wants to have fun with everyone. He's far more incompetent, or maybe just normal? than he seems. And cares about Abyss!! And Abyss is doing his best to take care of his master, and thanks Mash for stopping them both. And can't talk to women!!

We love a traumatized bishonen.

Mash gets called to the Bureau of Magic and basically gets called a Mudblood to his face for not having magic and is being sentenced to death.

AND DRACO MALFOY SHOWS UP TO SAVE HIM.

You cannot dissuade me that this isn't another Draco.

And of course, to counter Draco/Ryoh Grantz, we get Knock Off Harry Potter and gang!

Neville with a dragon? Snow girl is Luna? The one with the book is Hermione? Obviously these are also original characters and there is no one to one with characters, but it's fun to try and place them.

Fake Harry Potter / Orter Madel says the most Not Harry Potter thing ever, and its hilarious that a character known for going against the rules has a caricature doing exactly the opposite.

Fuckin' mood Mash. Where the hell did RON come from??? ah.. his only purpose is to narrate what's happening. Makes sense.

The magi-parasite shows up, mob deals with, and it should be a done deal, but Orter continues to push the issue as Ryoh tries to stop him.

Will Mash be taken away and executed? He's not budging. Will Draco and Harry fight? What will become of Mash now that Dumbledore and Finn's Big Bro have shown up?

Until Next Time..

What the fuck is this show I love it so much.

[hp-fruit-fest]

Spring has ended, and with it HP Fruit Fest...at least for this year! Thank you so much to everyone who joined the delicious festivities by creating, betaing, cheerleading, reading/viewing, liking, reblogging, kudosing, commenting, etc! You all helped this gal's dream come true! I have such love for the HP universe and for fruit and I thought I was alone, until now!

For those who don't know, I'm still new to running fests and this was quite the learning experience, especially for an event I ran by myself. Thank you so much for your patience, kindness, and support! I plan to bring this back for Spring 2024, new and improved, and I hope to see you all then! In the meantime, make sure to check out all the goodies below and leave them what love you can!

Meant to Bean

FIC. Remus/Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 2,415. Fruit: Coffee Cherry. Postwar. Sirius lives. Shameless smut.

Remus finds Sirius hiding and working in the coffee belt in South America. Though siesta time is usually meant for rest, these two find something else to do instead.

Dark Cherry

FIC. Barty/Evan. Rated: T. Words: 6,098. Fruit: cherry. Poetry. Psychopaths in love. Pureblood society. Ambiguous ending.

The Rosier family organizes a ball. A late guest joins in. Between cherry flowers and the cherry fruit, reason and madness, duty and desire, Evan has to make a choice, which will reveal his true intentions and feelings.

The Serpent Deceived Me

FIC. Draco/Hermione. Rated: M. Words: 4,152. Fruit: pomegranate. Biblical references. Original sin. Virginity loss. Dubcon.

Draco, bored with exile from Heaven and curious about the woman his father made from Harry's own rib, slides into the Garden of Eden with one goal in mind: to make Hermione eat the pomegranate from the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, and ruin her for his own enjoyment. Instead, he finds himself losing a lot more than he bargained for.

Something Sweet Something Deadly

FIC. Harry/Tom. Rated: T. Words: 411. Fruit: pomegranate. Implied/referenced character death. Possessive Tom. Tom Riddle's Diary.

Tom Riddle had managed to retrieve the body from the diary. Now, he wanted Harry on his side

Severus Snape and the Much Needed Vacation

FIC. Remus/Sirius. Remus/Severus/Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 3,911. Fruit: Rambutan. Secret relationship. Trans Remus. Gratuitous smut.

Severus grumbled as he marched to the Portkey Office for his next Order assignment: checking up on Sirius Black. Of course, the bastard had to hide on a tropical island, and Professor Lupin was nowhere to be found, so the task fell to him. He knew Albus was having a little laugh back in his cozy office at Severus' expense. Albus had claimed it would be a lovely holiday with an infuriating sparkle in his eye, making Severus want to hex the imbecilic glasses off his face. However, by the end of the weekend, Severus was considering sending the man an extra large batch of lemon sherbets.

Imperfection, My Dear

FIC. Astoria/Draco. Astoria/Draco/Hermione. Rated: E. Words: 3,668. Fruit: cherry. PWP. Dom/sub undertones. Daddy kink.

Astoria Greengrass and Draco Malfoy were happily married along with their gorgeous, blond-haired son, Scorpius Malfoy, but life got too busy and it was decided between the couple that they needed a babysitter. And they needed one desperately. This was where the recently turned nineteen-year-old Hermione Granger came in and was the best candidate for the job role of babysitter. However, Draco and Astoria couldn’t help it when alternate feelings start to rise from seeing the young woman with their son.

The Cherry on Top of the Cake

FIC. Harry/Fred. Rated: G. Words: 209. Fruit: cherry. Postwar. Fred lives.

Harry has to bake a cherry pie. Fred loves cherries

To Be a Cherry

FIC & ART. Hermione/Pansy. Hannah/Neville. Rated: G. Words: 699. Fruit: cherry. Engagement. POV Outsider.

Pansy is seen doing ordinary things, tasting cherries! Neville is a witness. Hannah is right there. But, it's all because of Hermione.

Draco Has No Shame (But he Does Have Apples)

ART. Draco/Harry. Rated: E. Fruit: apple. Digital art. NSFW art.

Draco does a photo shoot for Witch Weekly, in which he shows his appreciation for his favorite fruit.

Wisdom in Temptation

FIC. Draco/Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 2,581. Fruit: apple. Underage. Cousin incest. Drapple. Secret relationship.

Draco snacks on fruit. Sirius snacks on Draco. Sequel to Gray Eyes (Tell No Lies)

Chocolate Covered Strawberries

FIC. Draco/Hermione. Rated: T. Words: 402. Fruit: strawberry. Domestic fluff. Lyra & Scorpius Malfoy.

Hermione Granger had always loved springtime. She loved everything about the season even though she was a late summer baby having been born in the middle of September, she had always preferred the spring and autumn time. They always called out her names. Then she found true love with Draco Malfoy, who had also always loved the springtime. He felt the same about the season even though he was another summer baby. They purposely had their wedding in the Malfoy Manor gardens in the middle of spring. They had prolonged their honeymoon so they could celebrate it within the spring. But, then came the birth of their two spring babies. Scorpius and Lyra Granger-Malfoy. With the cherry blossom blooming on the trees across the gardens of Malfoy Manor. Newborn lambs and little piglets frolicking about in the neighbouring fields. Loads of loaded picnics with all different kinds of food and drink underneath the shining sun with their babbling children. Hermione and Draco Granger-Malfoy would always love the springtime.

How to Grow Bare Root Strawberries

COMIC. Ginny/Luna. Rated: G. Words: 1,249. Fruit: strawberry. Origami. Offscreen dialogue. Postwar. Loss & healing. Happy ending.

After the War, Ginny gently tends to Luna to help her grow back into herself.

Reawakening

FIC. Severus/Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 800. Fruit: strawberry. Postwar. Established relationship.

Sirius debated going into the office, since he figured they were done for the day, when Severus came back with a bowl of strawberries in hand. Severus held a paring knife. "They're from my garden," he said as he sliced a strawberry into small pieces, juices sliding down his fingers and onto his arms, and held a slice out.

The Sweetness of Strawberries

FIC. Draco/Harry. Rated: T. Words: 3,062. Fruit: strawberry. Postwar. Established relationship. Domestic fluff.

Baking is an unexpected hobby that Harry fell into a little over a year ago, nearly a decade after the war ended.

The Reason We Fought For

FIC. Gen. Rated: G. Words: 449. Fruit: watermelon. Friendship/love.

There is only a reason they fight. To be free of laugh, cry, play, run, and be alive.

Buck

FIC. Draco & Goyle. Rated: E. Words: 1,442. Fruit: pumpkin. Object insertion. Anal fisting. Pranks.

Harry and Ginny come up with an insane prank to play on Draco. Except it goes sideways. Well, more up, and then sideways, but only after plenty of stretching. This is crack gone overboard. Pumpkins go up holes and gaping booty gets an impressionist description; read at your own peril.

Clementine

FIC. Harry/Severus. Rated: G. Words: 162. Fruit: orange. Fluff. Kissing.

Harry and Severus share an orange.

Orange Tree

FIC. James/Regulus. Rated: E. Words: 15,653. Fruit: orange. Established relationship. No Voldemort AU. Domestic fluff.

A story about anniversaries, one-sided gift-giving competitiveness, and a genderqueer tree.

Sweet Like a Mango

ART. Draco/Harry. Rated: G. Fruit: mango. Muggle AU. Meet cute. Fluff.

"And it might sound silly but let's go home"

Sweet Nectar

FIC. Harry/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 340. Fruit: mango. Blood kink. Knifeplay. Food play.

Severus laid bare on the white bedsheets. He was on his back, and the cold ceramic plate rested on his stomach. "It has been a good year," said Harry. He had a paring knife in hand as he sliced the mangoes before setting them on the plate.

The Pit

FIC. Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 383. Fruit: mango. Blood kink. Knifeplay. Food play.

The ceramic plate smashed against the hardwood floor. Harry paused his movements — the mango half peeled in his hands. He placed the fruit — all its juices and flesh — onto the soiled bed sheets. “You shouldn’t have done that. What a waste.”

Peaches and Cream

FIC. Remus/Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 2,663. Fruit: peach. Muggle AU. Modern AU. Friends to lovers.

Sirius watches Remus eat a peach.

The Booty and the Peach

FIC. Fred & Harry. Rated: G. Words: 187. Fruit: peach. Female Harry. Goblet of Fire.

Harry just wanted to study charms and eat her peach

Fresh

ART. Draco/Harry. Rated: E. Fruit: lemon. Digital art. NSFW art.

HP Fruit Fest 2023 Entry for "Lemon"

Driving Me Bananas

FIC. Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 1,393. Fruit: banana. Established relationship. PWP. 8th year. Post-coital snack. Spitroasting.

Harry and Severus have some fun with bananas.

The Golden Apple

FIC. Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 3,469. Fruit: apple. Mpreg. Bottom Severus. Fluff & angst. Domestic bliss. Mild smut.

Severus' life is ruined. Can be read as a sequel to Choice but can also be read as a standalone.

Pregnancy Cravings

ART. Draco/Harry. Rated: G. Fruit: apple. Mpreg. Cravings. Pregnant Draco.

Apple: Symbolism: peace, beauty, wisdom, joy, fertility, and youthfulness OR Song: Rotten Apple by Alice In Chains OR Song: Apples by Lily Allen

Eat of the Apple So Young

FIC. Draco/Hermione. Rated: E. Words: 4,294. Fruit: apple. Underage. Dubcon. Professor Malfoy. Student/teacher. No Voldemort AU. Power imbalance. Unhealthy relationship. Grooming.

Hermione wanted to writhe and bounce and grind her hips into his until her vision went white and spots formed in her periphery. She wanted to pant and gasp and moan as she combusted, shattering into a million little pieces of bliss while he kept her upright, supporting her always. She wanted to pulse and clench around him, walls fluttering frantically until he painted them white, mixing his fluids with hers and joining her explosive, carnal state of pleasure. She watched it all play out in her mind’s eye, all too tempting and enticing. Professor Malfoy wanted her to sit still. Hermione was enamored by him. She would do anything for him. And right now, he wanted her to warm his cock while he graded essays. She could do that.

Drips

FIC. Harry/Hermione. Rated: G. Words: 1,416. Fruit: kiwi. Panic attack. Comfort

Ron's left, and Harry buckles under the pressure. Hermione walks him back from the edge.

Strong and Fast Lovers

ART. Ginny/Pansy. Rated: M. Fruit: kiwi. Partial nudity. One night stand. Enemies to lovers.

It only takes takes a single day for Pansy and Ginny to give each other something better.

Taking Pear of Each Other

FIC. Draco & Harry. Draco/Hermione. Rated: G. Words: 1,245. Fruit: pear. Bars & pubs. Fluff.

Draco Malfoy has a boot full of pears and Harry Potter has a pub full of people who like eating them.

A Small Step for a Boy

FIC. Harry & Severus. Rated: G. Words: 2,677. Fruit: pomelo. Domestic Fluff. Sprinkle of Angst. Kidfic. Mentions of past child abuse. Eating disorder. Hopeful ending.

After having been rescued from the Dursleys, Harry continues to struggle with eating; and Severus struggles with watching Harry struggle - until a pomelo comes along.

Bluberry Crush

FIC. Draco/Harry. Rated: T. Words: 964. Fruit: blueberry. Getting together. Fluff & humor. Vet Harry. Healer Draco.

Draco wasn’t sure if it was palpitations or a crush. Best to find out.

Feels Like Spring

FIC. Charlie/Oliver. Harry/Oliver. Charlie/Harry/Oliver. Rated: T. Words: 5,033. Fruit: watermelon, pomegranate, (& kinda blueberry.) Fluff & angst. POV Oliver. Minor Marcus/Oliver. Breaking up & making up.

Charlie Weasley felt like summer and smelled like watermelon. Harry Potter felt like winter and smelled like pomegranate. Together, they felt like spring and smelled like home.

Bramble

FIC. Draco/Harry. Rated: T. Words: 749. Fruit: blackberry. Werewolf Draco. Established relationship.

Long fingers pluck a blackberry from the bramble bush, and place it onto a pink tongue. Rolling it around his mouth, savouring the sweet-sour taste, before biting it with white, sharp teeth, and it goes pop in his mouth. 

Worth a Fig

FIC. Draco/Harry. Rated: T. Words: 16,873. Fruit: fig. Unspeakable Draco. Lost souls. First love.

Draco struggles with infertility and hopes to find the answer in a magical fig tree. His journey takes him to Aydin Turkey, where he meets another lost soul named Harry.

Vinification & Draco Malfoy

FIC. Draco/Harry. Rated: M. Words: 26,816 (WIP.) Fruit: grape. Vineyard. France. Postwar.

The thick, wooden door, held together with ancient iron straps, swung open with surprisingly little noise on well-maintained hinges despite its age and size. The absolute last person Draco could have ever expected stared at him in a subdued, frozen kind of horror once it was open. “No,” Harry Potter said evenly and calmly, as if Draco had asked him if he was supposed to be alive. “How?” Draco choked on the question so it left his mouth as little more than breath. “No!” Potter shouted as his hands flailed back and forth in desperate negation before diving into the bedlam of black hair, like they sought shelter from the moment. “‘Arry?” a feminine and heavily French voice called out. “Is it ‘im?” “Yes!” the presumed dead man in question shouted too loudly, as if he could no longer control his own volume. “But no, he won’t- we couldn’t- I-” A woman maybe just a bit past her middle age came up behind him as he stammered. Draco continued to stare. He couldn’t even sneer; he was shocked to his core. His chest held onto his surprise like a barely contained explosion. Harry Potter wasn’t dead. It felt like it should change everything, yet they remained staring at each other as if nothing ever would.

Plum Brandy

FIC. Hermione/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 2,030. Fruit: plum. Postwar. Meet cute. Pre-relationship. Pining. Fluff. Seduction by fruit.

Professor Hermione Granger stumbles upon a secret grove of fruit trees on the grounds of Hogwarts and ends up learning more about her former professor (and current colleague) than she ever thought possible.

Sunkissed

FIC. Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 1,939. Fruit: plum. Series: Love, Your Enemy. Background Hinny. Cheating. Secret relationship. Language of Flowers. Fluff & angst.

There is no room for beauty here. Still, Severus covets.

Meet Cute at the Farmer's Market

FIC. Neville/Pansy. Rated: G. Words: 489. Farmer's market. Summertime. Romance. Postwar. Friends to lovers.

Pansy Parkinson strolled throughout the local farmer's market, a wicker basket on her arm and a cute flowy summer dress around her body with her naked, newly tanned legs out on the show. The concept of the farmer's market was something that the whole of the Wizarding World in the United Kingdom had stolen from the Muggle World and everyone quickly fell in love with the idea. The farmer's market currently resided down the high street of Diagon Alley and was the perfect time for all of the families that were shopping for the new year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. However, what Pansy hadn't expected was to find a tall and rugby-built Neville Longbottom running a stall and being the exact image of what Pansy's ideal partner was.

Interrupted Dates

FIC. Harry/Terence. Rated: T. Words: 6,530. Farmer's market. Dating. Fluff. 5+1.

5 times Terence and Harry were interrupted in the middle of a date and 1 time they weren’t.

[ghaniblue]

In lieu of my 2022 favourites I give you a combined list of the recs that have slumbered in my drafts since mumble-mumble months. Mostly Drarry still, but this year I rediscovered the joy of rarepairs.

7x Drarry fics, 1x Drarry podfics, 4x non-Drarry fics

Fic - Drarry

on your heart by @maziktheli (Drarry, T, 10k)

Harry runs a successful Palestinian restaurant. Draco works at a small cultural magazine as a junior photographer. When Draco receives his dream assignment, their paths cross for the first time in a decade.

Service Bell by @shiftylinguini (Drarry, E, 9k)

Draco is: a werewolf, living in a cabin in the woods, minding his own business, and never going to buy plaid because he's not that much of a fucking cliche (yet). He's also counting down the days until he sees Harry again.

Whiskey tango foxtrot by @vukovich (Drarry, E, 59k)

“Potter,” Malfoy said with a slow smile. “You’re a trashy, new money slut.”

“Yeah? Maybe you like it.”

--

The worst thing about being the Golden Boy is the freebies. Free drinks. Easy sex. It’s all too easy.

The worst thing about being a Malfoy is the expectations. Marriage. Kids. It’s all so scripted.

Harry wants his arse kicked. Draco decides to grab life by the balls.

100 beats per minutes by @oknowkiss (Drarry, E, 14k)

When Draco left the Magical World behind at nineteen, he didn't expect the cusp of thirty would find him comfortable and secure, with a stable life and a successful career as a sex columnist. Stable, that is, until he meets the subject of his newest column -- a stranger calling himself James, who has dragged them both to Ibiza on a sex quest of epic proportions -- and everything Draco ever knew turns upside down all over again.

Desert Rose (Sex On The Beach Remix) by nerakrose (Drarry, T, 1,4k)

There are things about Draco that Harry doesn’t understand.

break my heart, set me free by @nv-md (Harry/Draco, Draco/Astoria, T, 4k)

Only Harry—impulsive, daring, and heartsick—can convince both Astoria and Draco to see the reality of their unhappy relationship. Can Astoria’s broken heart give her the courage to leave? Can Harry wait for Draco to admit his feelings for Harry are more than platonic? Can Draco forgive himself for hurting the two people he loves?

Preserving Lemons by @saintgarbanzo with art by @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (Drarry, E, 17k)

There's probably some immutable magical law that if someone steals your wand to destroy the century's most murderous maniac you then bump into that someone in Italy.

Harry is cooking food he couldn't care less about; Draco is making art he couldn't care more about. A story about kebabs, miniskirts and the way preservation can transform a lemon.

Fic Non-Drarry

Rest Your Head Close to My Heart by pauraque (Harry/Hermione, M, 3,5k)

It's almost time to wean her last child, and Hermione is thinking about what she's losing. Meanwhile, Harry is thinking about what he never had.

Rogue Waves by @lqtraintracks (Ginsy, E, 6,5k)

A story of living with the trauma, fucking who you want, and maybe finding a little solace.

Duty by @thistlecatfics (Regulus/Sirius, M, 2k)

Regulus knew what a duty was.

The Travelling Cabinet series by @the-paper-monkey (Tom/Draco, M, 46k)

Tom Riddle is locking up at Borgin and Burkes for the night when a boy comes tumbling through the filing cabinet. He claims to have come from 1997.

Podfic

Ship of Theseus read by @sweatersinthesummer written by GallaPlacidia (Darry, Teen, 1:46h)

When Harry gets amnesia and forgets he and Draco were ever married, he refuses treatment to remember.

[k3uuu]

Since it will take me until I’m home to answer your novel (: ,,, entertain me, plz. For LS!Tom and canon!Tom where you have an opinion.

1, 3, 9, 11, 17, 23, 27, 33.

Sorry, some of these are boring answers 😭

1. Canon I outright reject

Alright, this is for canon TMR: anything to do with cursed child’s existence. As much as I love our Delphini, I just can’t accept anything that came out of it… the thought of Voldemort having sex with Bellatrix? It’s repulses me. I just can’t see him wanting a child, either. It’s all weird.

If I was a fagette in LS, I would reject trueship and be obsessed with godfag/peepfag. You KNOW, I’d be so obsessed with that ship, and would be so miserable with the “canon” ship.

3. Obscure headcanon

Tom was a bed wetter, which would lead to issues with the matrons. This is also one of the things we talked about when we first became friends which makes it extra special to me.

9. Scene that first made me love (or hate) the character

Oh man… I’m not gonna lie, I read HP for the first time in high school and it’s been a loooong time since then. I think the entire plot with Diary Tom had me so on edge. Finding out Tom Riddle was VOLDEMORT? Insane. Shocking. Life changing. I didn’t really ship anything yet so it was purely this feeling of oh my goddddddd.

11. Faceclaim for the role

I don’t have face claims. My minds eye doesn’t work properly, so I just default with Christian Coulson. I don’t like the actors for HBP, so fuck that. For LS Tom…. I don’t even know. Tall, dark hair, skinny twink.

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them

Lemon boy by Cavetown for Lover’s Spit Tom Riddle, thanks to our girl whisker!

I don’t really connect songs or quotes or anything to characters (beyond our ocs), I’m just bad at it 😂. I do usually relate playlists you make to the characters, so anything you’ve made. When I listen to music, I can always somehow make it about characters even if it makes absolutely no sense - which makes me horrible for this question!

23. If they were a scented candle, what would they smell like?

I’m really not sure 😆. I’m not good with smells either. TMR doesn’t inspire a smell for me. He’s just … I don’t know. He makes me think of a hospital room, sterile. Off putting but it fits him.

27. Their guilty pleasure

Hahahah. Stalking and creeping on Harry. This can fit for either LS TMR or canon TMR, I’d say. I also think canon TMR still has sticky fingers and steals sometimes, even after leaving the orphanage.

33. Something guaranteed to make them cry

I just. can’t picture canon TMR crying. It’s so abnormal to me and doesn’t look right. I feel like you gotta attack him as a kid, low blow him to get the tears.

LS TMR, I think anything related to his mum when he’s younger could bring some tears. Not publicly, but around daddy.

[childotkw]

i have a question about CS! in an AU, where, say - Dumbledore choked on a lemon drop and died before he had a chance to mess everything up, how would events have gone after the tournament? would Tom have figured out eventually to ask Harry to stay, and would Harry have stayed? basically im asking like, just what dumbledore cost us with that little mind control trick of his. any details you feel like sharing would be much appreciated (just think of how extra painful the next chapters are gonna be if we also know what we could have had) !

Oh, without Dumbledore messing things up Hadrian and Riddle would have their heart-to-heart and eventually figure out where they both stood.

Riddle would slip into Hadrian's tent after the tournament, congratulate him, show his appreciation for Hadrian's duelling skills, and they would proceed through the ceremony without a hiccup. Hadrian would get the goblet and the winnings, the party would go ahead. At some point Hadrian would sneak away with Riddle close at his heels.

Riddle would bring Hadrian to the Chamber as a show of his trust, and it would be there that the two of them would, finally, admit what they want between them. Riddle would confess that he wants Hadrian to stay in Britain and be with him but didn't want to push, and Hadrian would reveal that he had been waiting for him to ask.

They would have a long conversation about their expectations, and make plans for Hadrian to return to Britain after he graduated from Beauxbatons. It would have been a beautiful display of their respect and devotion for each other, both of them having never been in such a relationship before but both determined to try.

Riddle might have even given something else to seal the promise - a locket, for example 😉

But since I'm me, we can't have nice things! Hope this doesn't devastate people too much!

[weirdraccoon]

Flufftober day 2: Family, friends, loved ones

Tomarry - Tom Riddle x Harry Potter

A family dinner, nothing more

“Tom Riddle.”

“So, it’s you who Harry can’t stop talking about,” James said, eyeing the young man in front of him with contempt. “Riddle, is it?”

“James,” Lily intervened, shaking Tom’s offered hand when her husband ignored it completely. “Be good. Or did you forget that your son has my blood, too?”

“Only a little,” James mumbled behind her. “Harry’s more Black than Evans.”

“And he wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for me, do hush,” Lily growled, pushing him away from the young assistant. “Lily Evans, nice to meet you. That’s James, Harry’s dad. Sirius and Harry should be here any minute now, come in.”

Tom smiled tightly and followed the redhead into the Potter’s dining room.

It was a spacious room with the Potter crest right above the fireplace on one side of the room. The table was long and elegant, covered with different types of food that could rival Hogwarts' usual dinner menu. He couldn’t imagine how dinner parties were in the Potter household.

Lily was glaring at James, who sat idly at one end of the table. Tom would lie if he said he wasn’t nervous but well… He wasn’t there to date his darling’s father, he was there to meet his darling’s parents and if they didn’t like him, well, Harry had offered once to elope already.

“Tom!” Before Tom could react, he had an armful of Harry while his hair tickled his nose.

Sirius Black stood by the doorway, smirking warmly at his son. He seemed more friendly than James, at least, and Tom knew that he had two of three approvals.

“Hello, darling,” Tom whispered, hugging back before pushing Harry to look at him. “You look delightful.”

Harry blushed and offered a shy smile.

“You too,” he said, eyeing Tom’s robes. “How is the future Minister of Magic doing?”

Tom rolled his eyes fondly and turned to introduce himself to Sirius, but the man surprised him by pulling him into a hug before he could utter a single word.

“Hurt him and you won’t get to even dream about being Minister,” the man whispered in his ear, then pulled back and offered a grin that looked sincere, but Tom couldn’t be sure after that threat. “Harry’s told us so much about you I feel like I know you already,” he said. “James won’t admit it but he’s jealous. So, don’t mind him.”

Tom tried to smile back, comfortingly, but he knew he was grimacing more than smiling.

“It’s an honor to finally meet you, sir,” Tom said. “Harry told me a lot about you too.”

“Come sit,” Lily called from the table at James’ left. “The house-elves were pretty excited when told we had a guest.”

“And they love Harry,” Sirius added, sitting at James’ right. “When they knew it was his boyfriend who was visiting they decided to cook a bit of everything.”

“They also have orders to protect Harry and destroy whatever or whoever dares to hurt him,” commented James casually, waving a hand dismissively as if it was nothing. “Just so you know.”

Tom gulped and Harry pulled him to sit next to him on one side of the table, Lily’s side.

“Dad, don’t threaten my boyfriend,” Harry said, grinning at the word boyfriend. “You’ll have to learn to share me,” he added. “Like Papa and Auntie Lily.”

“Papa doesn’t have a problem because you’re a Potter, not a Black,” James shrugged. “And Auntie Lily has no opinion in this matter.”

Lily frowned at him, but with a look from Sirius, she decided to drop it and turned to Tom instead, smiling warmly and invitingly.

“Harry tells us you’re working for Minister Dumbledore,” she began. “How’s the old man doing? I haven’t seen him since he was our Headmaster. Does he still have a bowl of lemon drops on his desk?”

Tom thanked the change in topic and readily spoke about his time working for Dumbledore. Harry was watching him with stars in his eyes, and Tom couldn’t help but preened under the attention, adding some details about current projects and problems.

Lily was listening attentively and even Sirius seemed happy to listen to the inner gossip of the Ministry, only James looked as if he was counting the seconds until Tom would leave his house but Tom didn’t let it deter him. It helped that Harry took his hand under the table, offering silent support.

“Well, Tom,” James said once they finished dinner. “I got to say you’re not so bad. This doesn’t mean you have my blessing or anything but seeing as Harry won’t listen to me on this,” he glared at his son, who glared back and pulled Tom’s hand into his lap, “I have to at least approve of your current… relationship.”

Sirius grinned and stood up, following his husband out of the dining room and giving Tom a thumbs up.

“Nice meeting you,” he waved. “Don’t let Harry get you into too much trouble.”

Lily rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

“I’ll say this was a successful dinner,” she nodded, looking at Tom. “Just try to stay alive. Harry,” she turned to Harry with a serious expression. “Now it’s time for him to know everything.”

Harry stared wide-eyed and nervous. Tom had never seen him nervous. Not even before a Quidditch match. Harry nodded slowly.

“It was a pleasure, Tom,” Lily said before leaving. “It’s good to have you in the family.”

Harry choked on air and Tom handed him his goblet of wine. It was still half full since he wasn’t too much of a drinker.

“So,” Tom prompted. “What does she mean by ‘everything’?”

Harry stuttered and avoided eye contact, deciding to look at the fire still burning in the fireplace.

“Well, you see,” he said in a low voice. “You know how there’s a bunch of dark wizards attacking Dumbledore’s inner circle?”

Tom nodded. So far, three people had disappeared: Moody, Diggle, and Dodge. There were no clues or evidence as to what happened to them, and they only knew they disappeared because Dumbledore had tried to communicate with them in the last two weeks. No one knew how long they’d been gone or if they were the only ones.

“Dumbledore mentioned he had to check in with other members of his Order,” Tom said.

“Well,” Harry trailed off, playing with a spoon over the table. “Dad, James, might be the leader of this group…”

Tom’s eyebrows shot up. Now he truly felt threatened by Lord Potter.

“And- What?”

“I tell you now because Lily seems to trust you’d be part of the family soon,” Harry shrugged. “And honestly, if you’re becoming Minister then it makes sense. You’ll have our support, and Dad and Papa have most of the old families on their side. It’s not too bad,” he soothed. “We only want to stop Dumbledore from opening our world to the muggles.”

“But… isn’t Lily a muggle-born?” 

“Yes, and she knows how despicable muggles can be,” Harry explained. “You told me how awful the muggle orphanage was. Surely you understand more than I do.”

Tom hummed in thought and looked at the fire.

“Well, I can’t deny I don’t agree with Dumbledore’s plan,” he said slowly.

“Perfect,” Harry stood up suddenly, taking Tom’s hand. “Now that that’s cleared and out of the way, I’ll show you my room. You can stay,” he winked. “Just don’t let anyone catch you in the morning.”

“That sounds foreboding,” Tom chuckled.

“The elves can be overprotective,” Harry warned with a smile. “But they know I care about you, so they won’t hurt you too much. Don’t worry about Dad and Papa either. They know I would be cross with them if they tried to curse you.”

Tom smirked and kissed Harry’s knuckles.

“Well, it sounds like we’d get along,” and he meant it. 

He didn’t survive a hateful orphanage or a couple of years of bullying in Slytherin to run away when he actually had something to fight for. Harry was worth all the sneers and pranks and possible curses that James or Sirius could throw his way. In the end, Tom would be Harry’s family, and it was up to Harry if they continued being so.

Tom didn’t need anyone else but Harry.