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If we're being honest, a lot of stuff he did in the beginning is iffy in terms of validity cuz Dumbledore had to get a religious old crone drunk for her to spill the beans on her very biased opinion of him. BUT if we're taking everything she claimed as fact/mostly fact, Tom still only reacted to the way others treated him first.

Saying he had an altercation with someone, and trying to lessen the severity of their actions because something happens to that person in the future and it was obviously Tom's fault, proves that it is reactive violence.

Dumbles set his shit on fire to try and scare him into being a good person(something he admits btw). People honestly wonder why he didn't respect, like, or care for Dumbles when that was his introduction to the magical world. It was clear that Dumbles was not going to be a good role model or a mentor figure in Tom's life when he made no effort to understand Tom's situation and only made it worse.

Tom ended up with Slughorn who cares more about what children can offer him than about the children themselves. He has no role models or mentors.

Every single thing is against Tom Riddle from conception. If the entire list in the OG post still happened but he came out as pure as driven snow, I'd call bullshit of the highest order. It's already a bit unbelievable that Harry seems to be a perfect victim himself in canon, but if Tom came out that way or morally better, I'd wouldn't like him much if at all.

While young Tom who Just Enjoys Hurting People, can be quite fun, I especially enjoy fics that ground his cruelty in reason. In real life, I find that cruelty tends to come from somewhere. Why wouldn't you steal when you are given nothing? Punish when there's no fairness? What's a butchered animal in the face of securing your own safety through fear? And how constant violence against your person can lead to a violent outlook, that's not easily shaken even when the stakes aren't so dire. What made Tom Riddle a monster? The dysfunction of Slytherin? The background terrors of war? Tom's desperation not to be a no name orphan in an unmarked grave? No one close to tell him when he's going too far? I find this Tom very compelling, human Tom, who could've been saved through kindness, but who wasn't.

#tom riddle

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Imagine Voldemort waking up every morning and looking in the mirror to give himself self affirmations like "you are smart" and "you are talented" and "noone else can compare to you" and "you are the moment" because I do?

I am dying! XD

I wish I could art on command because I need this in comic-form!

"You are the moment!" he says, pointing at his own reflection and giving himself a firm nod.

#lord voldemort #humor #i'm dying #voldy using modern slang would be funny af

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Since we're on the topic of what makes Harry who he is what about the things that make Voldemort who he is? I feel like many people seem to forget what Voldemort was actually like these days when interacting with fan content. I wrote a oneshot last year and the one review it got was how out of character Voldemort was when I began it in the middle of the boneyard scene using 400 words of his monolog from the book itself! "Voldemort wouldn't act like that." Yes he would! He did it for a whole chapter actually he loves to talk about himself!

That's something the stans of Dumbles do. You dare have him do his bad canon shit in your fic, and have someone call it out for once, and suddenly you're bashing him! It's so unfair!

Voldy monologues in Ch. 34 of GoF. He sabotages his own guaranteed victory just so he could take some time to show off and pat himself on the back. Could have solved all of his problems right there, but noooooo. He wants everyone to know about how smart he is.

I would say the things that make Voldemort who he is are:

Being the product of a loveless marriage.

Growing up as an orphan in a tumultuous time period.

Developing a debilitating fear of dying because of how he grew up.

Being obsessed with power and control in everything as a result of being a powerless orphan that no one cared about.

Developing lofty ambitions and a superiority complex because of all of this.

Having the urge to constantly show off to assure himself that he's special and better than others.

Obsessing over collecting the belongings of famous people so he can have what others don't and assure himself that he's better.

All of that leads to what he became. It is a lot harder to accept changes to Tom Riddle's character than is to accept them from Harry Potter's character. Because we grew up with Harry. We see Harry grow for years. Everything we have on Tom Riddle, that he has not shared with us personally, was given to us through Dumbledore's biased, stalkery memory collection(mostly from people who didn't even like him). But that doesn't meant it's impossible to think of a still murderous drama queen as being an In-Character TMR/Voldy if the rest of his personal stuff changes due to fic reasons.

But no one out here is like, "Ohh, you just wrote an OC and passed it off as Tom Riddle! If you don't have him with Abraxas as his best friend, then it's OOC!"

#tom riddle #lord voldemort

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we can have tomarrymort stories where harry is not a potter, not the bwl and not abused to make him a martyr for dumbledore’s cause and people lap it up and sing praises for good writing but then if you have a tomarrymort story where harry isn’t obsessed with sports, a girl who used him as a emotional crutch to deal her bfs murder, a girl who dated half the boys he knows to get his attention or desserts then you’re forcing an oc on the tomarrymort fandom and you need to get a grip and be honest or leave.

i don’t like fandom sometimes.

Funny thing, is how Harry is often raised different in those not-a-Potter Harrymort fics and tends to not be interested in Quidditch OR Cho, but no one is attacking those writers for leaving those things out.

What’s so different when a goal-oriented Harry – who only changed because of one or two major events in his early youth – doesn’t care much about a sport(that he was forced into and never told he had the option of saying ‘No’ or quitting in canon) and that makes him ‘too OOC’ but it’s acceptable for a Harry who has anyone else as a biological father and grows up in a different house with different expectations entirely, to not be into Quidditch? To not date Cho Chang or even be interested in her?

Why are things like a sport, a food, and girl he crushed on for a few months, considered the things that make him Harry Potter? Why is it wrong to not make those important to his character in every damn fic? How does taking away being a Seeker, dating Cho, and eating Treacle Tart change who Harry Potter is? What do they really bring to the table?

Why do the things that actually make him Harry Potter, not have to actually appear in a fic for him to still be considered 'In-Character'?

Such as:

Being related to the people who thrice-defied Voldy.

Being prophesied to defeat Voldy.

Being attacked by Voldy because of it and ending up surviving the AK, getting a famous scar, and acquiring a shard of Voldy’s soul in the process.

Being taken away from his legal guardian and shoved onto abusive people that made sure he grew with the mentality that he wasn’t worth shit and that dying for the ‘greater good’ if an old man claims it’s necessary, is okay.

The things that dog his every step and control his future without him knowing it or being able to control it, are the things that shape him as a character.

But nooooooo. If he’s not Ron Weasley-level obsessed with Quidditch(which he never was tbh), salivating over Cho Chang, or mentioning Treacle Tart every chapter, he’s OOC.

Some of y'all just want canon!Harry and that's fine, but stop attacking people just cuz they want to focus on unique parts of Harry to tell the story they've come up with. And dear Christ on a cracker, if he is a totally different person by age 11, based on different experiences, him not playing Quidditch isn't going to make the world end nor make him any less Harry Potter and you're dumb if you say otherwise.

#For once I wish I used the tag for his name.#But this is family business and I don't want strangers all up in our space.#The greater fandom can fuck off.#on a side note: I'm used to writing BWL so when I saw bwl I was trying to figure out what a 'bowl' was #I thought it was some new slang.

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The glare on the glasses is very well done.

Enemies to lovers

#tomarry #tom riddle #scheduled post #it's all well done ofc but the glasses really made me stop and stare

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Tom, sighing: Harry, as we have already discussed, “virgin blood” does not mean “blood from a virgin”; it means “blood not previously used in a ritual.”

Tom: Now that we‘ve cleared this up, can you please lay back down on the pentagram for me?

Harry: NO?? The problem was never you calling me a virgin, Tom, it was you TAKING MY BLOOD.

#tomarry #tom riddle #humor

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I'm back! I have internet again!

#let's celebrate!#woot woot!

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There are strange likenesses between us, Harry Potter. Even you must have noticed.

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One of my pieces for Tomarry Reverse Big Bang ❤

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Secret Agent Boy-Who-Lived

Writer: Watermelonsmellinfellon Ship: Tomarrymort TAGS: AU-HBP, Humor, Crack, Voldemort/Horcrux Shenanigans.

~.O.~

‘Subtly inquire about his plans for the future and his thoughts regarding blood status.’

It wasn’t a difficult task. It wasn't something that Harry could not achieve. But could he achieve it with the best results when he was trying to be sneaky?

No.

If his life or the lives of others weren’t in danger, Harry was abysmal at pretending/sneaking. He usually got caught when he did so.

Dumbledore had asked it of him because of the new student. Well, ‘new student’.

Marvolo Slytherin, who was sorted into Slytherin. Harry had recognized that face anywhere. Tom Marvolo Riddle. Apparently, Voldemort had either gotten a new body, or he had made someone take the shape of his younger self. Either way, a young Dark Lord look alike roamed the halls of Hogwarts freely, having been sorted into Slytherin and taking up reins there.

Dumbledore had been rightfully wary and had asked Harry to befriend the ‘teen’. Voldemort should not know that Harry knew what his younger self looked like, according to Dumbledore. Harry should definitely be able to slip into the ‘teen’s’ life without much trouble.

Problem. Slytherin and Gryffindor were opposites. Their tables rested on opposite ends of the Great Hall. Their dorms on opposite ends of the school. Even in their shared classes, they sat on opposite sides of the room because Merlin forbid the students tried to mingle, let alone those from the most competitive Houses.

Harry knew he would have his work cut out for him. He contemplated the various ways he could stalk the teen but came up with nothing that wouldn’t get him a face full of flying bogeys or something worse.

Certainly the Slytherins would notice the Boy-Who-Lived skulking about them. He needed a way to insert himself into Slytherin’s day to day life. A way that actually made sense

And so he had come up with this plan. He was a Gryffindor and he was known for diving right in while the water was boiling. He couldn’t think of anything else to get him the results he desired, so this plan would have to do.

He had a map of Hogwarts, an Invisibility Cloak, and knowledge of secret corridors and tunnels he’d found on his own that weren't listed on the map, because they changed often.

In the middle of the lunch hour, when the students were stuffing themselves silly, Harry stood from his position at the Gryffindor Table and made his way across the Hall. Some people quieted down when they noticed he was going into ‘dangerous territory’. Harry ignored them, because he had to get this introduction done before he lost his nerve.

Stopping a foot away from the group of Fifth Year Slytherins who had all been in quiet discussion before his interruption, Harry waited until he had all of their attention, before speaking.

Voldemort - or should he just call him Marvolo for now? - was also looking at him and his dark blue gaze held obvious interest and some confusion, which was perfectly understandable. This wasn’t Harry’s usual behaviour after all.

“Hello, Mr. Potter.”

Slytherin’s voice was incredibly smooth and sounded so much like the Diary had. Harry took note of how equally handsome he was as well. Voldemort was an attractive bloke, that was for certain.

Fixing the act onto his face, Harry allowed a bright and beaming smile to shine down upon the Slytherins. “Hi!” he said, enthusiasm almost too much for him to control.

The Slytherins exchanged wary looks. He’d never acted in such a way toward any of them before, so he couldn’t blame their mistrust.

Keeping Slytherin’s gaze, Harry added, “I’m going to be spying on you.”

There was a collective hush at the table, which made the rest of the hall quiet down. Everyone was watching the interaction.

“O-kay?” Voldemort nodded, though he sounded questioning.

“Just thought you should know that I’ll be watching your every move!” Harry gave another blinding grin and traipsed back to his table, ignoring the looks, the whispers, and the questions his friends were shooting at him.

From his seat, he could see the shaking heads of the fellow Slytherins. Malfoy rolled his eyes for good measure. Marvolo Slytherin did not look worried in the least.

That was the idea. If Harry blatantly said one thing, but did another, it would cause… suspicion. Hopefully, they’d be too unnerved by his declaration to consider he’d have ulterior motives. He was a Gryffindor after all. He couldn’t possibly be capable of thinking that far ahead.

~.O.~

Harry began his journey on the weekend. After he was called into Snape’s office and pretty much taken to task over his lacklustre plan and ‘completely idiotic ruination of the original plan with his Gryffindorish tendencies’, he set to stalking.

Harry slipped the Invisibility Cloak on and opened the map. Voldemort’s name - which actually came out to Tom Marvolo Riddle-Slytherin - was in the library. Not shocking, as the man most likely wanted something in the Restricted Section. Also, from how he’d sounded back in Second Year, the man was probably a swotty know-it-all.

Harry traversed the corridors silently, avoiding groups of students and any ghosts. They could apparently feel people when floating through them and would know he was there, even if under the Cloak. He was not taking risks with this.

Harry ducked behind an aisle that was a few feet from Voldemort. He slipped the Cloak and map into his bag and made it look as if he was browsing like others normally did. He nabbed a book on Runes and flipped it open to a random page.

Sowilo. Sigil. Sol. Something to represent the Sun. The shape of the rune on the page made him think of his scar. How interesting that this was the page he opened a random book up to. In fact, he’d never wondered why his scar was the shape it was, and suddenly wondered if there was a deeper meaning to it.

“Potter?”

Harry looked up, finding himself confronted with Slytherin. The other ‘teen’ looked surprised to see him there. Like it was impossible for Harry to set foot in a library. He withheld a scoff, because he’d set foot in this particular one, seven times, including this time. That was way more than the typical Gryffindor.

“Hi!” he said cheerfully, masking his annoyance with practice he’d learned from dealing with the Dursleys. “What are you in for?”

His eyes landed on the book about… Magical Illness? Why did Voldemort need such a book?

“Some light reading.”

For a second, Harry thought of Hermione. The book in those slim hands was not ‘light’ in any way. It could probably knock Hagrid out if thrown hard enough. Probably over a thousand pages as well. He shivered in terror at the thought of sitting down with such a book.

“And you?” queried the Slytherin.

Harry’s arms were already moving to turn the book around, displaying the rune for the man/teen to see. “Doesn’t this look like my scar?”

It was the best he had on such short notice. Lying on the spot wasn’t his best when he wasn’t in a hurry.

“Indeed. It could mean that you are blessed with great luck or success.”

Harry snorted. It didn’t specify which kind of luck though, did it? And his luck had been historically terrible.

“You don’t concur?”

Who even said words like ‘concur’ anymore? Unless it was Snape, Harry was definitely sure that this was Voldemort.

“No, I think it pretty much spells out the story of my life. Just that it never specifies what sort of luck I am ‘blessed’ with.”

With a shake of the head, Harry placed the book back on the shelf, uninterested in pursuing anything on Sowilo further.

Marvolo gave a nod. “As long as you’re certain.”

Yes, he was.

~.O.~

Slytherin had just left the Great Hall to head to Double Potions! If Harry was quick, he could make it there before him!

To the left of the Entrance Hall was a secret passageway that opened when someone sang Little Miss Moffat. The passage led to a portrait that was about ten feet away from the Potions Classroom. It was not common knowledge and Harry intended to keep it that way.

He brushed himself off and skipped ahead to wait in front of the door, knowing it would be baffling to see him already waiting. A moment later, Marvolo rounded the corner and paused mid stride to take in the fact that Harry was already there when Harry had obviously just been at breakfast and had even caught his eye as he was leaving.

Harry had to withhold his giggles because this was becoming fun! Who knew stalking Voldemort would bring him such entertainment?

This should have been a relatively serious situation, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit light over it. It’d been a while since Hogwarts was this fun.

What else could he do to throw the Dark-Lord-Turned-Teenager off his guard?

~.O.~

On Hallowe’en night, Harry had trailed after the Slytherins and managed to enter their Common Room with a group of First Years. He then stood beside the fireplace - which was alight with green flames - and waited for the perfect opportunity. Never had he been more grateful for his Invisibility Cloak.

In fact, he realised that he, Hermione, and Ron could have just used that to get into the Common Room in their Second Year and probably should have done just that instead of stealing potions ingredients.

Well, it was in the past so he couldn’t really do anything about it now.

This part of the operation included subtlety. As subtle as Harry could be really. Every now and then he would reveal his head and then hide it again, while he chose a new side of the room to hide in. It was funny to see people double take or even triple take.

Of course, there was no chance of the possibility of Voldemort summoning the Cloak, even if he knew about it. The Cloak could not be summoned. A nifty little feature that Harry was ever so grateful for.

Eventually, someone went to a Prefect, which got a wider level of attention, and eventually, Marvolo became involved as they searched the room for the mysterious Harry Potter head.

Harry snickered quietly to himself and proceeded to wait by the door for someone to leave so he could sneak out. It was far too easy to rile the Slytherins up.

Distantly, he was aware of how this was not the plan to get information out of Voldemort, but it was the most interesting things had been since Fourth Year, so he’d rather keep doing things his own way and hope for the best.

~.O.~

A/N: An idea from a very long time ago. I decided to share it here to tide everyone over while I have to deal with personal problems irl.

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Tomarry, Harry says "I never thought kneeling before me would ever be a past time you favored", Soul marks

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Tomarry

Tags: Soulmate AU, Snark, Humor, Teasing, Modern Era, Orphanage Boys, Friends to Lovers, Possessive!Tom, Obsessive!Harry, Co-dependence, Childhood-6th Year,

Harry Potter and Tom Riddle were well acquainted. In fact, if someone were to ask Harry Potter, he’d say they were ‘probably friends’. If Tom Riddle was asked, he’d say ‘Harry is mine’.

Growing up in the same orphanage and being picked on for the same reasons, had thrown them into each other’s realm of reference. Especially taking their punishments together for getting blamed for absolutely everything and anything whether they did it or not.

Unlike Tom though, Harry wasn’t as brave, at least in his opinion. Tom took everything with his head held high, while Harry withdrew into himself more and more. And he depended on Tom a lot. Tom taught him the wonders of manipulation through using his appearance.

When they’d been offered a spot at Hogwarts, both took it gladly. They were magical. Special. And while Tom could talk to snakes, Harry could change his physical appearance at will. That made them even more special among other magical individuals.

And when Harry managed to make it into Slytheirn, where Tom had insisted they go, he knew everything would be fine. So long as they had each other.

If it was possible, Harry and Tom were the ‘power couple’ of Slytherin, without being an actual couple. Both did well in class, but each had subjects they were just instinctively better in. And thanks to Tom, Harry had really blossomed.

He spoke up in class, demonstrated his skills without feeling embarrassed, and had lost a lot of his anxiety over the years.

Not to say that it went away entirely. But he was in a better mindset than when they were children.

Enough so to willingly try out for the Slytherin Quidditch Team, get the Seeker position, and win them every game they played since his Second Year.

Harry had managed to grow so much and he knew that Tom was a big part of it. Tom believed in him, and sometimes that was just enough for Harry to start believing in himself.

He was fresh out of the shower. His hair was still wet and he was only clad in his black briefs. Harry’s intentions involved his fourposter and ten hours of sleep at the very least. No interruptions.

Tom was already in the dorm room. They were the only students left behind for the Christmas hols. No way would they go back to the orphanage when there was so much to do at Hogwarts! And good food and actual warmth. Only a moron would go back to the Muggles instead of stay at the school. Hogwarts was their home.

His friend spared him a glance when he sat on his bed, and did a double take. Yes, Tom Marvolo Riddle did a double take. Nothing of the sort had ever happened before and Harry would never let him live it down from then on.

But it was the look in Tom’s cool eyes, that made him pay attention through his somnolence. Tom was staring at Harry’s pants. Or rather appeared to be. Maybe a little lower. And without preamble, he slid off his bed, Dark Arts book left forgotten in order to sink to the floor in front of Harry.

Harry, feeling a little flustered at the sudden attention, said something in order to lighten his own anxiety. “I never thought kneeling before me would ever be a pastime you favoured.” The taunting sound of his own voice didn’t make him feel any better though since he’d basically thrown an innuendo in Tom’s face and had struggled to not do such over the years.

“You have my mark,” was Tom’s only reply, more quiet than Harry had ever heard from his friend.

The younger teen was confused. “Huh?”

And without even bothering to ask, Tom placed his hands on Harry’s inner thighs and began to push his legs apart, earning a choked protest from Harry. That didn’t stop him of course. His eyes were trained on Harry left thigh and his thumb traced over the flesh there, slowly and carefully. Almost reverently. And it did in no way tickle the way Harry thought it would.

“My mark,” Tom whispered, eyes going wide with obvious glee.

Harry, embarrassed by the position of Tom kneeling in front of him and being so close to places Harry tried not to consider because he was just an anxious mess half of the time, leaned over in order to look at whatever Tom was looking at. To get his mind off of… other things.

And there, as if tattooed on his inner thigh, was a grey, human skull, with a large green snake slithering out of the open mouth.

“How is this your mark?” Harry asked, shocked at seeing something he never remembered being there, on his skin.

Tom simply removed one hand, though he kept the other on Harry’s skin, so that he may pull his collar down just a bit to show his sternum. And on it, was the same mark that was on Harry’s leg.

“But why is it yours?” Harry demanded.

A smirk flitted across Tom’s face. “Mrs. Cole was the one who helped my mother through the birthing process. This mark was on my chest from day one. It was the first thing to unnerve her about me. And as I was born before you, it is my mark.”

Tom leaned in once again, and since Harry hadn’t moved from his position, both were face to face. He could see every striation in Tom’s eyes. Varying shades of blue and light green mixing together to make a unique eye colour that not many would notice unless up close like Harry was. Tom’s breath was cool and smelled of mint.

“Do you know what this means, Harry?” asked Tom, voice all but a purr as his smirk widened.

He did not, but he knew Tom would tell him. If only to brag. But Tom seemed incredibly pleased, so it had to be a good thing at least.

“These are marks bestowed upon us by Magick herself. They determine which beings are perfect for each other. And they are a rare occurrence. This mark,” said Tom, rubbing the skin again, “means you’re mine totally and indefinitely.”

Soulmates weren’t a foreign concept to Harry but he’d never paid the subject much mind before. It all seemed too good to be true after all. Someone who was perfect for you specifically? He couldn’t be blamed for his skepticism.

But there was the proof. He and Tom shared a mark that linked them together far more closely than anything else could.

And Tom seemed to be elated by it.

“All mine.”

The possessive tone made Harry’s spine tingle and his breathing hitch. Because that had to mean what he hoped it meant.

Tom wanted Harry of all people. And with this new revelation, he’d never let Harry go. Meaning they’d never be separated.

Beaming at the realisation, Harry launched himself into Tom’s arms. All his stressing over Tom possibly leaving him when they graduated from Hogwarts, melted away. Tom always kept what was his, in pristine condition, and with Harry among the lot, he would never let him go!

Perhaps his dependency on the other was a tad unhealthy, but he didn’t care. Tom was all he’d had from day one. And now they’d be together forever.

Of course his jubilation was interrupted when the hand that had been on his thigh, trailed upward and caressed the bulge in his pants.

“Let me take care of you, Harry,” Tom whispered in his ear, hot breath making him shiver.

“Yes, please.”

A/N: I literally started the first 3 paragraphs just fine, got an idea, and then skipped ahead to write under the line instead. And this ending happened, so I had to re-work what I started with to fit this.

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