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One would think traveling 52 years into the past would allow Harry some much desired anonymity, but unfortunately the malfunctioning Triwizard Cup spat Harry out on the quidditch pitch in the middle of a game. There's no lying about his provenance while a shiny plaque on the base of the Cup announces to everyone he is 'Harry Potter, Hogwarts Champion, 1994.'
Swept up by the ministry and sworn to secrecy by the Unspeakables, Harry is left to navigate the past on his own. Good thing his great-grandparents are willing to take him in - even if they're a little more into blood purity than Harry had expected - and Hogwarts is willing to welcome him back - even if he's a novelty to everyone as the time traveling Champion.
At least Harry will have the familiarity of Gryffindor Tower to ease his homesickness. Or he would, if the sorting hat hadn't put him in Slytherin, where he's forced to share a dorm with none other than Tom Riddle.
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In which Harry is determined to prevent Voldemort's rise, even if he has to stalk, bribe, threaten, and marry Tom Riddle to do it.
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The Dark Lord divines what Harry Potter is in the Forbidden Forest, and revelations lead to incomprehensible consequences. Lord Voldemort has won... and the dystopia is damning.
A tale of a fallen hero, dark desires, and a Dark Lord's obsession with something he has lost and finds himself unwillingly lusting after: a soul.
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- Part 1 of No Glory; Glorious
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if we play very quiet, my lamb (Mary never has to know) by mussings_over_tea
Fandoms: House of the Dragon (TV)
26 Jul 2026
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That’s how he’s absolved. Because he is permitted. Through words and a willing, trusting body. (or Lord Ormund cleanses his beloved nephew of the Targaryen stain through his questionable devices).
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- Part 1 of The Apple of the Eden Tree
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They don’t talk about the night of the Full Moon Party, not for years.
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“Would you quit being such a baby and actually jerk it?” Saxon grumbled. His eyes were glued to Lochlan’s phone and his hands were a blur on his cock. “You’re the one making this weird, not me.”
