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Summer after summer, he has to watch as beaming girls and boys pop off the tracks at King's Cross Station clutched to their parents' arms, bound for homecoming parties in large country houses where the sky is endless and they will play Quidditch all break, where there are as many treacle tarts and pumpkin pasties as their hearts desire and the love—just like the food—never runs out.

It is for children like them, not for children like Tom.

Tom's summers are spent in underground tunnels filled with the splattering echoes of German bombs raining down on them like a monsoon and reducing what was already little to even less.

He comes from nothing and every summer he is forced to return to nothing. Nothing is Tom Riddle's home.

#tom riddle #indelible #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #voldemort #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #tomione #hermione granger #will i come back to this semi-abandoned fic?? perchance???? #i really need to change my bio #i am lying to the world but worst of all i am lying to myself

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tomione ||| blood & gold ||| obsidianpen

“Oh, Hermione,” he murmured […] “I think you already know. I think you’ve had a feeling for a long time now, haven’t you? Even if you haven’t wanted to admit it. That’s why you’ve been so afraid of me. You know.” His grip turned hard, making Hermione gasp. Riddle’s eyes flashed, turning at once to a brilliantly bright, bloody red. “I am Lord Voldemort.”

in light of recent re-reads another WIP / ink for Blood & Gold by @obsidianpen

#tomione #blood & gold #obsidianpen #tom riddle #hermione granger #my art #harry potter #voldemort #tomione fanart

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Looking forward to see how Hermione will interact with Riddle

👀

#ask #indelible

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Just need to say that your art is incredible. Thank you for sharing it with us!!!

🥹💗 thank you so much anon! i’m really grateful for all the love!!!

#ask #my art

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tomione ||| wolfer ||| peppershark

“The room swelters with heat, the strings warp and twist in her ear. Tom Riddle, murderer, encircles her, and they spin.”

another little WIP / ink for my forever favorite wolfer by @peppershark

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once again working on my stupid thesis for my stupid degree when really my heart yearns to write 30k of unhinged smut :(

#ao3 #fanfic #writeblr

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So excited for Orion to start collecting Hermione’s memories!! Dillard is so suspicious and I wonder who he was talking to in his office

it’s not called the Department of Mysteries for nothing

#ask #indelible

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tomione ||| peremo ||| virennia

…"Goodbye, Tom," she whispered to him. He was slipping, eyes heavy and barely open, and she didn't know if he could hear her anymore, but she spoke to him regardless. "I won't miss you." … She held him until he drew his last breath and didn't let go until long after…

chapter 27 of Peremo by the wonderful @devdevlin / @virennias

also I wanted to thank everyone for being so lovely on my last couple of posts :) I’m just starting to get back into art and your encouragement really means the world <3

#tomione #peremo #my art #tomione fanart #harry potter fanart #tom riddle #hermione granger

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tomione ||| peremo ||| virennia

"I'll stay with you while you go," she told him as she kneeled by his head, only halfway revelling in it, because while she'd dreamed of him being dead, given her life to the task of killing him, in that moment, he wasn't a monster anymore, not now. He was just a man, a young man, terrified of what was to become of him…

…"Shh," she said, and his breathing had quickened, coming in short, rapid breaths, and he seemed to be having trouble keeping his eyes open…

…"Goodbye, Tom," she whispered to him.

WIP / Ink for the absolute GOAT Peremo by the wonderful @virennias /// @devdevlin

#posting this early to hold myself accountable because in all honesty I do not want to colour in all those beams and tiles 💀 #also finally figured out inking in procreate yay #peremo #virennia #tom riddle #tomione #hermione granger #fanart #my art #wip #go read it now #voldemort #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanart

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tom riddle ||| wolfer ||| peppershark

“…Tom prefers killing with his bare hands, without magic, because then he knows even his worst is still better than anybody…”

“…If death is the only thing more powerful than magic, Tom needs more. He needs to see it from all angles, to unspool its threads and find where it begins and ends…”

for ‘wolfer’ by the beautiful, outrageously talented @peppershark

#tom riddle #the chokehold this man has on me #tomione #wolfer #fanart #my art #tomione fanart #the blood on his hands is a convenient way to hide the fact that I can’t draw hands

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hermione ||| blood & gold ||| obsidianpen

“they sparkled like crushed, gilded diamonds, spiraling down her skin as though they had been purposefully and artfully painted. From her neck, he remembered… they seemed to radiate from a specific spot on her neck…”

a little Sunday morning art for ‘blood & gold’ by the lovely @obsidianpen <3

#tomione #blood and gold #i am always thinking about this fic #tomione fanart #fanart #my art

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A boy walks into the woods. When he walks away, he is lighter, a smaller soul in his chest. He goes where he is meant to go:

Home, at last.

A man walks into the woods. He does not walk away. He stays, unmoving and unchanging, because there cannot be an afterlife for a man who already considers himself God.

#drabble #tomarry #harrymort #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #tom riddle #voldemort #harry’s ghost

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»Harry‘s Ghost«

Harry's ghost is an uncanny thing. He is young, perhaps eight or nine years old, with sleek black hair and wild black eyes. His cheeks are hollow and the bones in them protrude a bit too prominently to belong to a child who can be certain of three meals a day. He looks a little malnourished, a little gaunt.

Harry's heart is beating thickly.

There are a hundred and twenty nine Blacks in the walls of Grimmauld Place.

There is only one Gaunt.

#tomarry #harrymort #tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #voldemort #harry’s ghost

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Wool’s Orphanage is a natural starting point. It smells of a home with no love in it. The cold of it bites her like teeth.

Hermione sees a pale little boy of four years staring intently at himself in the mirror while the nurse—whose memory this must be—examines the angry red, papular rash spreading from hairline to neck that has turned his skin to sandpaper. She is fussing with him, but is clearly eager to move on to the next child. The boy unsettles her. Infection often does. And Tom Marvolo Riddle is a very ill child—but so are the others.

There is something else.

They are all sick, ‘but this one,’ the nurse thinks as she watches him swallow his aspirin, ‘this one has something wrong with him.’

Hermione shudders as the thought floods the room. The nurse is right, of course. Tom Riddle comes from a very long line of people with something wrong with them.

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #tomione #tom riddle #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #voldemort #hermione granger #indelible

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She feels thirteen again, Draco Malfoy at her mercy as she has backed him into the wall, pointing the wand directly at the pounding vein on the side of his throat. Full of rage, ready to strike and break his upturned nose. Not with magic this time, but with pure, unceremonious mudblood, no, muggle violence—though she is prepared to jinx him so thoroughly he’ll have to scurry away like the little ferret that he is.

She feels fourteen again. A devilish, triumphant grin on her face as she shakes the jar in which she has successfully entrapped the vile little beetle that has been taunting her for a whole year. Cooing at her in that lofty voice she uses when intending to mock; to wound.

She is sixteen, a flurry of yellow wings orbiting around her as she aims her wand to direct the sharp-beaked little birds directly at Ron’s dumbfounded face. It isn’t meant to scare him or to chase him off. It’s not a warning. Hermione intends to draw blood.

And then she is seventeen, worlds crumbling around her as she stands alone with Harry, two pariahs on the losing side of a war, and he, Ron, has the audacity to crawl back to them after abandoning them, after weeks. She is screaming, spitting, and then she’s laughing at him with complete indignation—a high-pitched out-of-control laugh. In that moment, he is beneath her. They both are. The power she can wield, even then, is far above either of their capabilities.

But she isn’t really thirteen or fourteen or sixteen or seventeen.

Hermione Granger is twenty years old, the 'brightest witch of her age' and she knows spells that could make people’s skin peel back and their eyes explode inside their skulls. She can throw curses at light speed and with deadly precision. Poison draughts are no more difficult for her to brew up than her morning cup of tea. And there are rare, ancient runes in her vast armoury of magic that could reduce whole buildings to ashes at the flick of her wrist.

She is twenty, angry, and absolutely lethal.

#hermione granger #tomione #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #tom riddle #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #voldemort #snippet #indelible