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At eleven, Tom Riddle is dead set on flying and deathly afraid of heights.
At seventeen, he is a Hogwarts dropout and a Dark Lord rivaling Grindelwald.
At twenty, he is barely a wizard, robbed of his magic and wracked by Muggle illness. A simple case of consumption shall end him, unless Harry unravels Riddle's mysteries once and for all.
(Or: An AU where Tom and Harry grow up together, fight a war, twist a prophecy, break Quidditch, and fall very badly in love, though perhaps not in that order.)
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- Part 1 of consumption
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05 Oct 2026
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Trelawney whispered a different prophecy. Because of it, Harry Potter was allowed to live.
He started his seventh year, the way he always had: as a half-blood Gryffindor, an orphan of Godric’s Hollow and the social leper of Hogwarts.
Two things told Harry it would be an interesting semester: first, the Dark Lord would visit Hogwarts; second, they had a new defense professor, who moved with precision and power and spoke as if he was used to people hanging onto his every word.
The man made Harry’s stomach squirm.
And he called himself Marvolo Gaunt.
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08 Sep 2026
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Directionally Challenged and Reluctantly Participating by Origin_Of_Symmetry
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
18 Apr 2026
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His gaze sweeps down and then back up, very pointedly noting, “you’re not wearing clothing,” like he’s either trying to determine why Harry isn’t wearing clothing, or why Harry would open the door not wearing clothing.
“Merlin, fuck, what!?” Is Harry’s rather eloquent response.
Harry Potter: Recently orphaned, newly appointed junior lord in the Wizengamot, with no life direction and absolutely zero clue what he’s doing.
Lord Thomas Gaunt shows up one morning at his door, asking for a favor, and Harry quickly finds that it’s not something he can easily refuse.
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07 Sep 2026
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Fourteen years ago, Tom Riddle pulled a toddler from the wreckage of a car crash. He never expected to meet him again.
Harry Potter never knew they had met at all.
A non-magical AU in which Tom Riddle has spent his life building power in two different worlds: publicly, as the celebrated headmaster of Britain's most prestigious boarding school; privately, as Lord Voldemort, the unseen architect of an elite secret society whose reach extends into politics, business, and the highest levels of British society. Harry Potter is sixteen: broke, lonely and perpetually in trouble. On the last school trip before summer break they meet again by chance at London Zoo.
Then Tom begins bending every rule at his disposal to bring Harry into Hogwarts, hiding his true purpose behind a nationwide scholarship competition. Hermione Granger, Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacour win without ever realizing that the entire programme is merely cover for getting one particular boy through its doors.
What starts as Tom’s guilty desire to help the child he once orphaned soon curdles into something far more dangerous: obsession, possession, and an irresistible need to control the course of Harry’s life.
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25 Aug 2026
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The furthest her memory goes, is sudden existence, gently held in a calloused hand. She is a bow, carved and curved in an elegant sweep of deep lacquered bamboo, with exactly seven, glittering gold arrows tipped in obsidian black. Her bowstring is a vibrant red, and as her master pucks the edge of it with careful fingers, she feels, in some visceral, instinctual way, that she is to obey, protect—die for her master. With a whisper, she is pushed and pulled in a bright shine of light, and left blinking in disorientation as she discovers that she is standing, that she has feet, a body, a spirit, a name.
“Kichi,” her master says her name, hand outstretched and lips pulled into a soft, knowing smile. “You may call me Father.”
—In which Hiyori is pulled to the far shore, and bound to a master with a name.
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11 May 2026