#alexander is a slytherin

[icarusbetide]

somehow my friend and i got into a debate over ham's hogwarts house. can't believe i care about this in the year 2024 but isn't alexander hamilton the definition of a gryffindor? the sorting hat cares about what you prioritize and desire as well as your personality (think sirius & harry). for hamilton it's crystal clear. honor honor glory glory.

he was willing to sacrifice his personal monetary prospects, private reputation, and family for the sake of his public image. he did brash things that were not smart choices, motivated by honor. he wanted congress to investigate him again just so he could resign as treasury secretary fully vindicated. he died partially because of his idea of honor, although social circumstances play a role as well.

i think his letter to robert troup in 1795 is a good indication of what he wanted to be: "it has been the rule of my life to do nothing for my own emolument under <cover>...I know it is pride. But this pride makes it part of my plan to appear truly what I am."

yes, he was ambitious & resourceful, but i think the underlying motivation behind that as well as his other personality traits clearly lean towards gryffindor. if anything i would argue that washington or madison fit the slytherin bill more. ambitious, effective, and at times more analytical & strategic than ham. even jefferson, but from what i know of him, i can also see him as a ravenclaw since he found a lot of joy in inventing, learning, etc. in his private life.

and let's not forget that ham's nickname was literally "little lion". the gryffindor merchandise is screaming his name.

#don't ask what prompted this discussion (years old posts from people calling him a 100% pure slytherin) lmfao #alexander hamilton #historical hamilton #amrev #amrev fandom #gryfinndor

[arcanumsposts]

“my standards are so high”, me to my therapist even though i’m in love with henry winter, regulus black, kaz brekker, and alexander vass. my standards are high in the term of, i want you to be obsessed with me but also terrifying.

#the secret history #harry potter #six of crows #if we were villains #henry winter #hampden #regulus black #hogwarts #slytherin #kaz brekker #crow club #dirtyhands #alexander vass #dellechan

[yudgefudge]

sorting footballers into hogwarts houses, liverpool edition!

yanited edition here

Gryffindor

Virgil Van Dijk

Andrew Robertson

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Luis Diaz

Ryan Gravenberch

Ibrahima Konate

Joe Gomez

Jordan Henderson

Hufflepuff

Alisson Becker

Alexis Mac Allister

Wataru Endo

Harvey Elliott

Darwin Nunez

Mohamed Salah

Jurgen Klopp

James Milner

Slytherin

Diogo Jota

Kostas Tsimikas

Dominik Szoboszlai

Roberto Firmino

Ravenclaw

Stefan Bacjetic

Curtis Jones

Thiago Alcântara

Joel Matip

Cody Gakpo

Fabinho

and obligatory @childishfirmino tag although she probs wont see this for a bit (when will she return from the war 💔💔💔)

#so little slytherins #because liverpool is notevil fc #also so little ravenclaws #cuz this is stupid fc 💔 #daniel.txt #football #liverpool #liverpool fc #harry potter #hogwarts sorting #virgil van dijk #andrew robertson #trent alexander arnold #luis diaz #ryan gravenberch #ibrahima konate #joe gomez #alisson becker #alexis mac allister #wataru endo #harvey elliott #darwin nunez #mohamed salah #jurgen klopp #diogo jota #kostas tsimikas #dominik szoboszlai #stefan bajcetic #curtis jones #thiago alcantara

[loki-nightfire]

Happy New Year, shadowfam! I wish all of you really quite and peaceful year, I hope all of us could have some rest and some time to draw and write and love and be happy!

Hugs to you, you are me people.

The new picture and two drafts because Mikky really wanted to share with you and I am too soft now, despite it's not my line to show drafts

#my art #shadowhunters #magnus bane #malec #alec lightwood #alexander lightwood #concept art #Hogwarts #harry potter #happy new year #merry xmas #magic #hogwarts au #slytherin #ravenclaw #costume design #costume design development

[humblebumble001]

Bro, she caught me.

I can’t argue with that.🤭🥸😅

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #slytherin #my mc #alexander black #harry potter #Professor Onai

[melaecrit]

sopracciglia bionde si crucciano, come perplesse, dal disturbo preso nel flettersi all'ingiù. Dita femminili, unghie tenute corte lucidate dallo smalto, non si stringono su alcuna sporgenza né si conficcano nel palmo; sono lasciate aperte lungo i fianchi, inermi, mentre Emma tira dritto facendo scivolare un'occhiata di disapprovazione su tre ragazzi incollati ad una finestra. Allora muove, suo malgrado stizzita, la bocca. Labbra piene e vermiglie scosse da un lieve palpito, ché la lingua tenuta in gabbia si è risentita. In classe il mento è poggiato sul palmo, coperto dal tessuto di un golfino. Gambe accavallate. La scarpa destra nel ciondolar distratta cattura occhi spossati dalla stanchezza, tra le fila dei banchi dietro, e di fianco. Emma possiede l’ingenuità di ignorare in quanti pendano, nell'effettivo, ad ogni suo piccolo movimento, ma ha la certezza -di donna- di averne almeno un paio su di sé, se non tutti, quando si allunga sul banco per raggiungere l'orecchio di un'amica. « La Evans quanti anni sono che gira con lo stesso taglio di capelli? Il volume ormai glielo fanno le doppie punte » le gambe sono finite piegate sotto il sedere, caviglie vezzeggiate dalle balze della gonna. « E piace davvero a qualcuno. —— a parte che gracchia, quando parla » Il cruccio, la sorprendente rabbia, in effetti s’era trovata a sperimentarla una volta capito che quei tre alla finestra, di cui due targati verde argento, occhieggiavano il gruppetto della grifondoro fuori in cortile. L'altra ridacchia, comunque, e aggiunge che non c'è da stupirsi: le sanguemarcio /se/ piacciono è perché sono facili. È vero. Emma annuisce, sofisticatamente avvilita, rifilando alla sopracitata, ora in classe con loro, una stilettata tutta intrisa di apatico dissenso.

#emma vanity #hogwarts #classroom #history of magic #jessica alexander #slytherin #aesthetic #icons #old generation #propic #harry potter #marauders era #marauders #narcissa black #andromeda tonks #the black sisters #narcissa malfoy

[aesthetics-for-harry-potter]

Moodboard of a non-binary bartender at Hog’s Head who used to be a Slytherin.

Face-claim: Mason Alexander Park.

Requested by: anon.

#Harry Potter #harry potter series #harry potter fandom #harry potter original character #Face Claim #mason alexander park #slytherin #bartender #hog's head inn #for anon #mod cassandra

[pochteta]

does anyone else want to know what robbo was thinking when he saw trent and dom messing around together in that one video. I do

#this is why I am on robbo slytherin train actually #but you ddin't hear it from me #poolie posting #andrew robertson #trent alexander arnold #dominik szoboszlai

[nothingtowear05]

Dress: Elie Saab Feather-Trimmed Knit Mini Dress ($3,475) | Ankle boots: Chanel BOTTINES Veau Gris & noir (1,350€) | Clutch: Alexander McQueen Four Ring clutch bag ($2,720) | Earrings: Natia x Lako Silver Snake Earrings (135 USD) | Sunglasses: Alaïa Sunglasses ($547)

Last week was all about the cunning Slytherins, so you can imagine how thrilled I was when those snake earrings won the poll. What better way to start an outfit for a specific Hogwarts house than with an accessory that represents its house symbol.

Next came the selection of the dress. I will admit that finding the perfect dress in the perfect shade of green wasn’t easy, but I felt this Elie Saab dress had the right vibe: feminine, but not girly and with the right amount of sexy. Not to mention those sleeves have a certain regalness to them, which is perfect for the house of Purebloods.

I knew I wanted a McQueen clutch with the signature Four Ring handle, especially since one of those rings is a skull, reflecting Slytherin’s darker side. And of course, I had to go with a silver clutch, as it is Slytherin’s other colour.

What may appear as a surprising selection are the boots. With the style of the dress, one would expect a pair of high heels, but Slytherins don’t have time to twist their ankles when they have to conquer the world. Those Chanel boots are perfect for stomping on anything that stands in their way.

Finally, the sunglasses. The Slytherin common room is in the dungeons and is probably the darkest of all the common rooms, so I can imagine that stepping into the daylight makes them squint. Squinting is not a very becoming look for a Slytherin, so a pair of sunglasses is perfect for protecting their precious eyes.

But do not be mistaken; this is not an outfit for darkness. This is an outfit worthy of all ambitions. Perfect for the Slytherin queens.

#random outfit challenge #slytherin #fashion #style #fashion blog #fashion set #polyvore #elie saab #chanel #alexander mcqueen #natia x lako #alaïa #mode #moda

[theonlymadmanonmars]

I'm gonna rant about Wolf 359 character Hogwarts houses. Spoiler Warning. Ok so starting off with my favorite character Jacobi.

Jacobi is a Hufflepuff. You could also argue that he'd be a Gryffindor but I think he values loyalty and hard work over bravery. He's incredibly loyal to Kepler until he betrays his trust and remains loyal to Maxwell even after her death

Speaking of Maxwell, Maxwell is a Ravenclaw. She loves to learn more than anything. That was what drew her into Goodard to begin with. The opportunity to be given knowledge just out of her reach.

Kepler is a Slytherin. He's Cunning Ambitious and will go to any means to reach his goal. He's a fan of rules but only rules he makes. He is confident and intelligent. Total Slytherin behavior.

Lovelace is a Gryffindor through and through. She is brave and loves her friends with a fierce passion. She would kill for the people she cares about which is why Hilbert's betrayal hurts her so much.

Hilbert is a Ravenclaw. My first instinct was to put him in Slytherin but everything he does, he does for the sake of knowledge. To find a cure for Decima, to "save countless lives" he's driven entirely by knowledge and science. He doesn't work for his own gain.

Eiffle is a Gryffindor. Eiffle was one I had difficulty sorting because Eiffle has a Hufflepuff energy similar to Jacobi. What ultimately made me put him in Gryffindor is that Hufflepuffs are hardworking. Eiffel is not that. He's also very brave despite being "a man of many fears." He launches himself into the star, he takes down Hilbert, and he survived three months in deep space without (completely) loosing his mind.

Minkowski is a Gryffindor as well. She is incredibly brave and incredibly stubborn both Gryffindor traits. She once spent three weeks hunting a mutant plant monster. She harpooned Cutter in the back. There's really no other option.

Hera is a Slytherin. She's very resourceful, incredibly intelligent (which isn't just a Ravenclaw trait) and loves to learn things. She doesn't love to learn things a Ravenclaw way though. She loves to solve puzzles. She's very focused on helping herself focus better. To take away the buzzing in her head.

Rachel is a Slytherin. She decides to learn the secret to immorality because she's bored and it might be fun. She works for Goodard not to help humanity but to help herself. She's very intelligent but not for the sake of knowledge for the sake of power.

Pryce is a Slytherin similarly to Rachel she's very intelligent but only for herself or Cutter. She doesn't work with AI's because she loves the technology like Maxwell she dose it to rule the world.

Rieman is a Gryffindor. I have no explanation just a gut feeling.

Cutter is interesting. His personality in the show isn't his real personality so you can't really place him in a specific house. He's not a Ravenclaw because despite being smart he lacks wisdom and a will to learn. He's not a Gryffindor because he doesn't value bravery. He's not a Hufflepuff because he's not loyal. He's not a Slytherin because he's, again not loyal. And even if he was any of those things it's a very loose fitting working term because what he displays in the show is not his real personality

Anyways thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

#alexander hilbert #doug eiffel #daniel jacobi #wolf 359 #isabel lovelace #warren kepler #alana maxwell #hera #marcus cutter #miranda pryce #rachel young #none of lovelaces crew is in here so Ill give you their houses #Fouier is a Ravenclaw #Lambert is a ravenclaw #Rhea is a Slytherin #Fisher is a Hufflepuff #hui is a Hufflepuff #I don't make the rules

[parejess]

If Hamilton Were a House

I am super excited for this post because I am finally combining my two favorite things: Harry Potter and Hamilton.  And, as a literary analyst, I am combining them in the best way I know how:

If Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr were sorted into Hogwarts Houses, what Houses would they be in?

There is no doubt in my mind that Alexander Hamilton would be sorted into Gryffindor and Aaron Burr would be sorted into Slytherin.

No, Burr is not a Slytherin because he is evil and fatally shot Hamilton, and no, Hamilton is not a Gryffindor because he is the good and brave war hero and martyr.  Simply stated, Alexander Hamilton is a Gryffindor because he recklessly does what he strongly believes in while Aaron Burr is a Slytherin because he of his cautious drive to protect what is most important to him.  There are four songs that best represent this idea: “Aaron Burr, Sir”, “Wait For It”, “The Room Where It Happens”, and “The Election of 1800.”  

“Aaron Burr, Sir” Loosely defined, Gryffindors have strong opinions and will be as in-your-face as they can in order to make sure that their beliefs are known to everyone around them.  Slytherins, on the other hand, are very protective of what they hold closest to them and are very calm and calculated in how they choose to act (if they even choose to act at all).  That is precisely why Hamilton impulsively “may have punched [the bursar], it’s a blur, sir” over a simple disagreement of opinion while Burr stands by the idea that in order to get ahead, you need to “talk less, smile more.  Don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for.”

Hamilton, of course, is bewildered by what Burr says.  He has always been a bull in a china shop, always reacting first and thinking later, and so he can’t even begin to comprehend what life would be like if he simply just stood by and did nothing.  Because that is the most important part: working for the cause he believes in.  “If you stand for nothing, Burr, what will you fall for?”

But that’s the thing – Burr doesn’t want to fall.  Falling is the worst-case scenario, for to him, status and reputation are so much more important than having something to stand for.  Thus, he does the only thing that will guarantee both not falling and continuing to (slowly but surely) “get ahead” and does nothing at all.

For the time being, at least.

“Wait For It” While Gryffindors are out there going and doing, Slytherins stand by what is theirs, or what they believe is destined to become theirs.  No matter what happens, whether that’s falling for a married woman, losing his parents, or watching as Hamilton continues to rise above him, Burr is always “willing to wait for it,” “it” being the comeuppance he so fiercely deserves.  He continues to protect his girlfriend, his parents’ legacy, and his place within George Washington’s militia because they are his, and the number one priority is to always protect what is yours.  And then, you “wait for it,” because “if there’s a reason [Burr is] still alive when so many have died,” then that reason will always come to those who wait.

Hamilton, on the other hand, doesn’t “wait for it.”  He “doesn’t hesitate,” he “takes and he takes and he takes and he keeps winning anyway," changing the game by going out there and doing rather than just waiting.  Hamilton does everything in the complete opposite way from how Burr thinks things should be done, and Burr is just baffled that it works.  However, he continues to “wait for it,” because that is what he knows and understands to be the best way of continuing to protect what is his.

For the time being, at least.

“The Room Where It Happens” What drives a Gryffindor is their need to do what they believe is right, while a Slytherin is motivated by their need to protect what they have and to get what they deserve.  Though Burr can be extremely arrogant, sometimes even more so than Hamilton, he is also very self-conscious.  He doesn’t feel as though he fits in with his fellow politicians unless he is there in the thick of things with them, and thus, he wants to be “in the room where it happens.”  Being absent, not invited, or just not allowed to attend these important events due to his status angers Burr, because not only does he feel excluded, he also feels like that opportunity he has been so diligently waiting for is being unjustly taken away from him.

Hamilton’s advice on this matter just about rocks Burr’s world: “When you got skin in the game, you stay in the game, but you don’t get a win unless you play in the game.”  If Burr goes and gets the opportunity rather than just waiting for the opportunity to come to him, he might “get love for it”, he might “get hate for it”, but in the end, he will actually get something.  The question “If you stand for nothing, Burr, what will you fall for?” has finally been answered: Burr stands for his place in the status quo, and he finally understands what it means to have something to fight for.

“The Election of 1800” Finally, it is the moment we have all been waiting for – well, not the moment that will inevitably end the story (and Hamilton’s life), but the election to determine the country’s third president.

Due to the destruction of his reputation and the recent loss of his son, Hamilton is not running in this election, but still being a respected member of the political community, he has an important decision to make: who to endorse for presidency.  And, as many of the members of the federalist party don’t support their leading candidate John Adams, they look to Hamilton for advice on which of the two democratic-republican candidates they should vote for, Thomas Jefferson or Aaron Burr.  And, despite the fact that they don’t get along and are in opposition on every belief and ideal in existence, the endorsement goes to Jefferson.

 While he may be political enemies with Jefferson, Hamilton recognizes that he at least has something he is willing to stand for, has a direction that he will lead the country in, and that alone takes precedence above everything else.  He “has beliefs” while “Burr has none.”  Burr may have learned how to fight for and go after what he wants, but he still prioritizes not “let[ting] them know what you’re against or what you’re for” over actually having something to fight for, or rather, as has been foreseen, to fall for.

In essence, Hamilton’s definition of “getting ahead” means being able to further your ideals and leave behind a legacy that will steer others in the right direction, and Burr believes that getting ahead is just that – getting ahead.  The Gryffindor will fight to the death (literally) in order to spread his message, to leave his legacy, and the Slytherin will die protecting, defending, and trying to dominate what they believe is (or should be) rightfully theirs.

#hamilton #alexander hamilton #aaron burr #hogwarts houses #slytherin #gryffindor

[aparecium-rp]

ABOUT:

Character name: Alexander Nott Age & Birthday: 22 & [UTP] Gender & Pronouns: Male & He/Him Occupation: [UTP] Blood status: Pureblood Previous house: Slytherin Affiliation: Death Eater Face claim: [UTP]

BIOGRAPHY:

[to be written by player]

OOC INFO:

Played by: Time Zone:

#alexander nott #slytherin #death eater #m #open #open m #open death eater #open slytherin

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Lovestruck

masterlist

pairing: draco malfoy x female reader

warnings: fluff, some harassment-ish, protective draco, drinking, cursing

summary: while at one of slytherin's parties, a boy was making you uncomfortable, so draco comes to help

a/n: i'm so bad at coming up with ideas so leave requests if you have any lmao

song: slow down - chase atlantic

Music was blasting, light beams were moving around the room, and it smelt of alcohol. All the students were dancing or drinking.

You usually don't go to events like this, but after much convincing from your friends, you reluctantly agreed.

You were in a dress that hugged you well, showing off your beautiful figure.

You had some light makeup and your hair done with the help of your friend.

While dancing, you excused yourself to grab a drink in hopes of loosening you up.

While getting your drink, you felt a presence a bit too close for your comfort. You turn your head and look to see an older boy watching you, lust clear in his gaze.

"Hello," you greet him with hesitant eyes.

"Hi, I'm Alexander- but you can call me Alex," he introduces himself with a grin.

"Oh, I'm y/n"

"I know, I've seen you around school," he says while he places an arm on your waist.

You look at his hand on you and back up at him.

"Um, I better get back to you my friends, I told them I'd only been a minute, excuse me," you let out a nervous laugh and try to step back.

"Oh really? I was hoping I could dance with you," he tightens his grip on you.

Unbeknownst to you, your close friend Draco has been watching the scene unfold. His face has had clear disdain on his face and he was tempted to go punch the guy.

He always looked out for you, at first he thought it was because you are the only one who can truly tolerate him. Seeing as he grew up, he wasn't familiar with the emotions he felt. However, over time he realized it was because he had feelings for you. Not that he ever told you, in fear of ruining your friendship.

He saw how uncomfortable you looked, and when he saw the boy lean closer to your face, he got up and went over you.

"Come on, pretty girl. I can show you a good time," he winked.

"No thanks, I should really-"

"How about just for a little-"

"Y/n! Hello, darling. I've been looking all over for you," you hear Draco's voice as he wraps an arm around you. Alexander drops the hand that was on your waist and looks at him.

Draco mumbles in your ear he'll handle the boy. You relax under his arm and smile at him, finding so much comfort from his presence.

"And who are you?" Draco asks, looking at the guy with a scorn face.

"Alexander Fenrin," he stares at Draco's arm around you.

"Hm, well, my girlfriend and I were just about to go to bed," Draco starts to pull you away.

Draco looked back and muttered a few curses to make sure he wouldn't touch another female again.

Once you went upstairs and into his room you let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, Draco, thank you so much," you hugged him.

"No need for thanks, love, he was a dick," he kissed the top of your head.

"I'm sorry for taking you away from the party. I was trying to handle it myself, I told him no and-"

"Never apologize to me, I would choose to be with you over a party anyday"

"I would too," you blush.

"He didn't hurt you at all did he," he looked all over you with worried eyes.

"It was just my hip, but I'm okay," you assure him.

"Asshole," he mutters.

"So... girlfriend huh?" you wiggle your eyebrows at him. His ears and cheeks turn a light shade of red.

"I- um- I- w- was-"

"I'm only joking, Draco," you giggle.

"It's not funny"

"Just a bit. It's an honor to be the first person to make the Draco Malfoy a stuttering mess," you bow.

"Mhm," he rolls his eyes.

He looks you up and down, the outfit you are wearing has many things running through his mind that should definitely not be.

The curtains were open so the only light was the moonlight coming through the window. He took in your beautiful face and your features, memorizing everything about you.

"Why do you look at me like that," you mutter, avoiding eye contact.

"Like what?"

"Like you're lovestruck," you whisper as he steps closer to you, only a few inches away.

"That's because I am"

#nina writes 🤭💗 #draco fluff #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy oneshot #draco malfoy #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #slytherin #soft draco malfoy #love struck #draco x you #draco x reader #hogwarts #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry

[tomriddlehyperfixataion]

Rumor has it - Tom Riddle x reader - Part 1/2

...i-i dont even know, enjoy this fic that I've been giggling and kicking my feet over Afab reader, has a last name, she/her reader

=

There was a rumor going about school-that apparently had started from a Slughorn party-after party. It was quite outlandish-many didn’t believe it-others hoped it was true and they were the one involved in it.

What was that rumor? Tom Riddle had a crush.

Who was he crushing on? No one knew, all anyone got out of him was the word ‘yes’ when asked if he liked anyone during truth or drink. It had been the first time anyone had seen him blush-his pale cheeks and ears during apple red, his cheeks puffed slightly as he sunk into his chair and sipped at his butterbeer.

Many wondered who started this rumor, and if it was true or not; because Tom had never shown any interest in romance before-boy or girl. He had flirted once or twice-then usually abandoned that tactic when he got what he wanted-which garnered him a playboy title. He really wasn’t; a playboy by definition was someone who didn’t care for personal feelings and had many sexual relationships.

Tom didn’t care for sexual relationships, before now(as the rumor suggested) he hadn’t even had a crush before.

The great hall was a mess of voices, many of them whispering about the rumor and Tom felt eyes on him as he tried to study. It was bloody study hour after all-that usually meant ‘be quiet’ or at least be respectful to those who are trying to study.

“Who do you think it is?” one voice whispered from the Ravenclaw table-which right now had several Slytherin and Hufflepuff sitting at it-since house tables were really only assigned during dinner. “I dunno, I know Olive Hornby hopes it’s her heh-did you see her face when she first heard the rumor?”

“yeah, her eyes lit up like Christmas had come early,”

Tom sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose-heavily regretting not taking a shot when he had been asked that question during the after-party. He had thought-possibly, maybe, it wouldn’t spread about. He had thought what happened at a party-stayed at a party. But he had been wrong, and now his secret was out and being spread like wildfire.

Yes-Tom Riddle had a crush, and he had had it since 4th year. Who? He would never tell; he had hardly admitted it to himself this past summer when he realized why this particular person plagued his thoughts like no other had before-they had even overtaken the chamber and horcruxes in his mind.

Tom was 16 years old, and dealing with liking someone for the first time.

He detested it(he didn’t), he just wanted them to disappear from his mind and life and never have to think of them again(a lie, he wanted nothing but to be around them all the time).

“Honestly, you’d think Tom Riddle is the only boy in existence with how they talk about him,” Tom glanced up from his potions work, seeing Viktoria Klopstock arm In arm with (y/n) Alexander; the two talking about the rumor swirling through the school. (y/n) snorted at Viktoria’s quip and shook her head, catching Tom’s eye for a split moment and smiling at him like she always did.

Tom couldn’t help but stare.

“Well, he is the heartthrob of the school, or did you not say that only a few months ago?” (y/n) teased back, laughing as Viktoria sputtered and glared at (y/n) with flushed cheeks, her pale complexion stark against her dark brown hair. “You-I was simply making an observation!“ (y/n) just hummed in response to Viktoria’s sputter, sitting down with their other friends, Walter Deville and Lucy Billington, and laughing as Viktoria attempted to defend herself over her past comments on Tom.

“Keep telling yourself that Viv, we all know you fancy him,” (y/n) teased and Viktoria just kissed Walter in protest, who chuckled and shook his head, brushing back his dark curly hair. (y/n) tossed her head back while she laughed and Lucy shook her head at her friends, returning her attention to her divination book.

Tom tore his eyes away when (y/n) glanced back at him, swallowing harshly against the dryness of his throat.

Yeah, Tom Riddle had a crush all right, and no one would ever know who it was.

But…

Tom glanced back up-seeing (y/n) still looking at him, seemingly lost in thought and Tom had to look away as he felt heat buildup in the tip of his ears.

He had a feeling it wouldn’t stay a secret for long.

-

“Hey Tom!” Tom forced himself to stay perfectly calm as he turned on his heel to face (y/n), who was walking up to him with her broom in hand-clad in her Slytherin quidditch uniform. “Alexander,” Tom greeted, mentally patting himself on the back as he forced down the waver of his voice. “is there something you need?”

(y/n) shook her head, just smiling, a strand of her hair falling into her eyes. “Not really, just wanted to know if you’ll be at the game this Saturday?” Tom shrugged, he had never been one for quidditch, it was a brutal game that always resulted in pointless injuries. But when he looked at (y/n), who seemed so excited at the prospect of him being at that game(her first game actually, a chaser had gotten injured and she was finally coming off the bench after being on the team for a year), he caved.

“I’ll be there,” Tom said instead of saying he was going to be busy, and (y/n) beamed. Tom couldn’t help the flutter of his chest at the sight of it, meant for him. “what time? I’ve never been to a match, not since first year anyway,” Tom asked and (y/n) happily told him what time the match was, it was Slytherin against Ravenclaw, and he nodded, taking a step back as she went off to practice, giving him one last grin.

“Oh I’m so doomed,” Tom breathed, feeling that now familiar heat travel to his cheeks and ears, catching a glimpse of his apple-red face in the reflective glass of a window. “so doomed.”

To this day-he had trouble figuring out why he was attracted to (y/n), it wasn’t as if she had come out of nowhere, they were in the same year, and same house-and she was a high-class halfblood(pureblood father and halfblood mother), from one of the richest families in the uk-right behind her friends, Deville being the richest of the four.

Tom had noticed her from the start really, while he was walking down the cars of Hogwarts Express, seeing her with her three friends laughing away with her head in Deville’s lap, a chocolate frog in hand. She had seen him and smiled, waving at him shyly.

Tom had just blinked-the socially awkward child he had been-and carefully waved back, then continued down to find an empty car.

Then she just kept showing up, sitting next to him in class, being partnered with him in assignments; always smiling at him and greeting him with a wave. Tom simply got used to her, almost began expecting her really, she was probably the only person in Hogwarts that didn’t annoy him to all hell just by existing.

He supposed that’s how she slipped through the cracks-by not being one of the several banes of his existence.

But then the calm expectancy became heat rushing to his face when she sat down with him in the library to study, butterflies in his chest and gut when she glanced at him, trembling hands when she smiled at him, sharp intakes of breath when her hand rested on his shoulder to pass by him in a busy hall.

Tom was utterly infatuated with her and he had no idea how to handle it, but he dreaded the idea of disappointing her(agreeing to come to a stupid game just so she would be happy), felt the burning pit of jealousy in his gut when someone got far too close to only want friendship(he had never wanted to fist fight someone before then), and had the desperate need to just-hold her hand.

He had never wanted to hold anyone’s hand before.

But then he wanted to be around her all the time, just to stare at her freely, curl his fingers into her hair, touch her lips with his thumb, and bring her into a kiss.

Tom groaned at the thoughts going through his mind, his face burning against his palms as he rubbed his eyes. He was really so doomed, here he was-attempting to unlock all the secrets of the chamber of secrets and become one of the greatest wizards of all time-and he was constantly plagued by thoughts of (y/n) Alexander.

He remembered only a few days ago, after he had been researching horcruxes and the chamber-they had been the only thing resounding through his mind as of late. But with a call of his name and (y/n) asking him if he was okay(he was visibly distracted) Tom had just nodded, feeling his lip quirk up without his control. And for the rest of the day, the only thing he could think of was (y/n) Alexander.

Tom sat down in potions class, getting out all his things, but still-the only thing in his head was (y/n) Alexander. Her eyes, her lips, the curve of her jaw and cheeks, the way her head tossed back when she laughed particularly hard, the curl of her nose when she snarled at Black during practice because he had made one too many comments.

“So doomed,” Tom muttered to himself, getting out his quill and ink well, looking up at Professor Slughorn as he greeted the glass.

Oh to be young and to be in love.

-

The wind from the quidditch pitch threw his hair around-his scarf tucked tightly into his jacket so it didn’t fly away. It was loud, very loud, something Tom expected considering he could hear the crowd from the bloody library sometimes.

“Hello, and welcome to Hogwarts' sixth match of the season! Today’s game, Slytherin vs Ravenclaw!” The respective houses roared with support for their teams, and Tom saw the Slytherin team soar high above the pitch, his eyes drawn to a particular player.

Alexander; 3

She had a wild grin on her face-the wind curling her hair and flushing her face, she zoomed past Black and settled with her teammates as they all gathered in the air. The referee stood at the bottom and said something Tom couldn’t hear and opened the box that sat at her feet; in an instant-the bludgers flew up, along with the snitch.

With a blow of a whistle-the quaffle was tossed into the air and the game began.

(y/n) had snatched it before anyone else could grab it-flying up and over the Ravenclaw’s heads, laughing as they gave chase. She was quick-a blur to the naked eye, but that was the same for the other players, however- there was something about her speed; flying just fast enough to keep out of reach.

She easily made the first score-throwing her first up in victory as the bell rang to announce it. “(y/n) Alexander makes the first score of the game! Ten points to Slytherin!!”

Tom couldn’t keep his eyes off (y/n), her smug smirk giving him those silly butterflies as she flew back into the game, avoiding bludgers and other players with graceful ease. Tom’s knuckles cracked as a bludger came soaring right for her-but she quickly noticed and hooked her elbow around her broom, swinging around, under, and getting back on top within a split moment as the bludger zoomed right where her head had been.

“Holy shit! She’s good!” someone yelled from behind him, the Slytherin crowd cheering loudly as someone scored once again, (y/n) laughing heartily as she caught the quaffle from her teammate and flew off-her grin turning to a glare as she nearly crashed into one of the Ravenclaw chasers.

“It's odd seeing you here!” Someone yelled over the noise of the crowd and Tom spared a glance to see Abraxas-who almost seemed nervous. Tom just shrugged, looking back up and searching for (y/n), who had disappeared from his gaze the moment he looked away.

 “I think I get sports now,” Tom just said(which made Abraxas sputter in confusion because Tom had loathed quidditch before now), finally locking onto (y/n) again, his lip quirking as she snatched the quaffle mid-air, suddenly flying up as two Ravenclaw players tried to slam into her on either side-only to get each other and fly off their brooms.

“oooh!” Nott laughed from behind Abraxas, the crowd watching in tense anticipation as (y/n) continued flying up, and then suddenly-she started free-falling, the quaffle and her broom still tight in hand. Tom tensed-wondering what was going on-but he relaxed as he saw the grin on (y/n)’s face.

Just as she passed by the horde of Ravenclaw players that had been trying to get back the quaffle-she straightened out and headed straight for the pitch, faking out the Ravenclaw keeper and scoring another 10 points.

“That’s another 10 points to Slytherin! They lead Ravenclaw 30 to nothing!”

Tom squinted at the roar of the crowd around him and quickly planted his hands over his ears-it was far too loud for him now, but he didn’t want to leave early-it might make (y/n) disappointed that he left.

At that moment-(y/n) spotted him and she looked overjoyed to see him, waving eagerly. Tom grimaced back and she laughed, tossing her head back like she always did. Tom felt that now familiar heat burn at his ears and he sighed-glad he was covering them at the moment.

No one could say (y/n) Alexander wasn’t a brilliant chaser-through the next half hour the match played-she scored more than half the points Slytherin gained, and snatched the quaffle mid-air as the Ravenclaw chasers attempted to pass it multiple times.

She was quickly becoming a threat, grinning while bludgers and other players tried to knock her off-but she easily dodged each one, even jumping off her broom at one point to avoid a collision.

At one point she went high up-avoiding any players or bludgers and wiped her sweat-soaked face with her jersey, allowing all to see her stomach-which made Tom’s face flush with both jealousy and something else as the crowd whistled at her, some of the boys cat-calling her.

Tom never wanted to hex someone more.

But she caught his eye as she brought down her shirt and grinned, and Tom had a feeling she had done that on purpose-which made him think; why would she? unless she either just wanted to rile him up or…Tom swallowed down the hope in his throat as he thought; (y/n) might’ve done that to get his attention.

Well, she had it-if that’s what she wanted-and Tom doubted she would lose it.

“Rouge bludger!” someone yelled and Tom tore his eyes away, only to comically widen them as a bludger came rocketing towards him-right at him-all of the beaters were on the other side of the field, and Tom wondered how they had hit the dammed thing over to the stands. He felt hands on his shoulder-most likely Abraxas-that tried to pull him down and away-but the bludger was fast and Tom had a feeling he would be spending the next week in the hospital wing.

But something flew right where the bludger had been heading and snatched it out of the air-only feet away from where Tom was standing. He let go of the breath he had been holding and looked over the edge-seeing (y/n) with the bludger in the crook of her arm, it struggled to get out but she had a tight grip. Her face was set in anger-her eyes saying ‘murder’ as she threw the bludger right back at the ones who had accidentally hurled it at Tom-unfortunately being her own team.

She yelled something and even Black seemed to curl under her words-nodding sheepishly with the rest of the team.

Tom felt his stomach flip-flop, his mouth going dry and his face blooming with red as she pointed back towards him and continued to yell-the match being put to a halt while the referee took the rogue bludger and checked it(it was supposed to be bewitched to redirect the moment it went towards the stands)-“you nearly hit Tom!” she yelled over the roar of the wind and crowd, her lip curled into a snarl.

“You all right, my lord?” Abraxas asked, his hands still on Tom’s shoulder, and Tom nodded-eyes locked onto (y/n), who glanced back at him and drew her eyes all over him-nodding when she saw he was perfectly fine.

“Just fIne,” Tom said, ignoring the way his voice cracked like it did when he hit puberty. Abraxas frowned but nodded, the match soon resuming.

Tom really understood sports now, he really did-because that was really really hot.

The crowd started to chatter-all about (y/n), about how she caught a bludger(which-Tom learned just now-were made of IRON?!) going full speed and continued to hold it with one hand-even as it attempted to escape.

Tom realized that’s maybe why Black looked so sheepish-(y/n) had caught and held onto a 150-ish pound iron ball with no injury(to his knowledge), she was not a witch to be trifled with.

And Tom’s heart and stomach did another flip, his eyes once again on (y/n) as she used her anger to score three more times, and finally; the snitch was caught by the Slytherin seeker-ending the game.

Slytherin had won by a landslide, 240 to 60.

The Slytherin crowd exploded into cheers as the other houses booed or left the field in defeat, and from the stands-Tom could see Black hold out his hand to (y/n), and offer her the main chaser position. She grinned and took his head, her eyes turning a bit sharp as she tightened her grip, and Tom’s stomach did one last flip as he saw Black wince.

“Oh I'm so bloody doomed,” Tom muttered to himself over the blaring cheers of the crowd-turning on his heel as he saw the Slytherin team make their way off the pitch.

He didn’t even bother to look behind him to see if Abraxas and Nott were following-they always did. He made it down the rickety stairs in record time, panting slightly as he caught his breath-seeing (y/n) with the team making their way back to the castle.

Tom swallowed harshly, seeing McLaggen waltzing up to her, looking all too smug for Tom’s taste. “Alexander!” Tom called out right when McLaggen opened his mouth-both (y/n) and McLaggen looking shocked to hear her name from Tom’s mouth.

From behind him-he could feel the bewilderment from Abraxas and Nott. But (y/n) smiled at him, her hair wind-swept and cheeks slowly cooling back down, sweat drying on her face and neck. Tom licked his lips, feeling his ears start to burn as she waved off her team and walked towards him-broomstick in hand. “Tom!” she said, grinning still, leaning on her broomstick as she stopped in front of him and tilted her head. “How’d you like your first game since first year?”

“Good-great-you,” Tom cleared his throat-suddenly very nervous, his throat dry and ears burning, his usual calm and collected behavior nowhere to be seen. (y/n) bit her lip a bit-something that made Tom’s brain fumble and he paused in his words.

Oh, yes, he was gone for this girl.

“You-you played great, can’t say I’ve seen a better chaser,” Tom finished his sentence, breathing slowly as (y/n) just grinned, her eyes twinkling.

“Thank you, but you also don’t have many other chasers to compare me to, for all you know-I could be dog-shit.” Tom found himself snorting and shaking his head at (y/n)’s lack of elegant words, waving his hand towards the pitch. “Believe me, I saw enough from your teammates and the Ravenclaw chasers-you were the best on the field.”

(y/n) laughed, her head tossing back with the action and Tom found himself staring, his gaze softening as (y/n) continued to giggle as she calmed down, shaking her head as she bit her lip. “Honestly Tom, you’re funnier than others give you credit for,” Tom just hummed, he thought he was hilarious.

Thankfully, (y/n) seemed to think so too. Tom opened his mouth again, glancing around-seeing McLaggen staring daggers into him-but he quickly looked away when he caught Tom’s eye. “I just wanted to say, thank you for catching that bludger, I would probably be in the hospital wing right now if it weren’t for you,” Tom said with his usual charming grin, patting himself on the back for returning to his normal behavior.

(y/n) nodded and clapped his arm once, sending fire through his veins at her touch-his mouth going dry again. “Like I was gonna let it hit you, but, you’re welcome Tom. What would the world be like without your pretty face?” (y/n) teased and Tom’s mind went blank.

“You think I’m pretty?” Tom asked, his voice cracking slightly as his jaw went slack, the flush on his ears growing towards his cheeks as (y/n) nodded with a grin, her eyes sparkling still. He knew most of the students of Hogwarts found him attractive-but to know (y/n) thought he was pretty-wow…just-wow.

“Yeah, I do,” (y/n) breathed out, her eyes traveling his face and Tom didn’t mind being looked at like that for the first time. Usually, he hated being studied like he was just a pretty thing to look at-but-if it was (y/n)? he wouldn’t mind being studied all day.

“uh-cool,” Tom muttered back-shaking his head. Cool? Cool?! Just-cool? ugh, how lame was he?! “um-did, any chance you would like to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?” Tom asked, eyes going wide at what tumbled out of his mouth, where did that come from?!

He could feel the shock and disbelief from Abraxas and Nott-considering Tom had not shown interest in anyone ever, and now was suddenly asking out (y/n) Alexander.

And then they realized; this was the girl Tom had admitted to liking at the after-party, and they grinned at each other while they watched Tom practically make a fool of himself in front of his crush. (y/n) seemed to come to this realization as well, and she stuttered for a moment, blinking quickly before she nodded, stepping closer to Tom. “I would love to, um, three broomsticks? I know a corner in there that’s nice and quiet?”

Tom nodded-he really didn’t go to Hogsmeade often, he found nothing of interest there. But he supposed now there was someone of interest there worth going for-especially if she already had a place for them to go that was quiet and secluded, just how he liked it. “Sounds good,” Tom breathed, a smile growing on his face that had (y/n) staring at him, and her smile grew, reaching to her eyes.

God, he never stood a chance, did he?

“Great, I’ll-I’ll see you then,” (y/n) said, her voice wavering with excitement and Tom nodded, his hands behind his back as (y/n) skipped back with a grin, waving goodbye and then running towards her friends who had been waiting for her, and Tom couldn’t help his smile when she screamed and jumped into Viktoria’s arms. “Tom Riddle asked me out!!!”

“You just asked (y/n) Alexander out,” Abraxas said from behind Tom and Tom whirled around, very aware that his face was bright red and he was grinning like a madman. “yeah-I did….I have no idea how to go on a date,” Tom said after a short pause, still grinning-he couldn’t stop.

Abraxas just laughed and Nott stared, unsure of how to handle any of this. “We’ll help, my lord.”

-

The next week passed by both quickly and all too slowly. Nerves jumbled about in Tom’s gut as the weekend came ever closer, he could hardly focus in classes-all he could think about was (y/n). God, he had actually asked her out-after nearly two years of staring and (unknowing) yearning, he was going on a date with the first person he had ever felt attracted to. His stomach had been doing somersaults all week at the thought of her, of their upcoming date-and the idea that it might turn into…something more.

The Chamber and his Horcrux research had been pulled off the stove-only (y/n) Alexander remained.

His followers were-no help. They just made him more nervous will all the “advice” they gave him.

“Don’t be overbearing,”(duh?)

“Don’t only talk about yourself, girls hate that,”(also duh)

“But don’t ask about her too much she’ll get overwhelmed,”(Tom was beginning to doubt these knuckleheads had ever gone on a date)

“make sure to order for her, girls like it when a man takes charge,”(yeah he wasn’t going to take Black’s advice)

“be cool and aloof-like you always are really,” (Tom thought (y/n) liked it when he fumbled a bit honestly, she seemed charmed when he was making a fool of himself asking her out.)

But really, Walter Deville had the best advice for Tom when the time came around for the date-he took Tome aside as he passed by him in the hall, giving a stern look to Tom’s followers who were ready to protest. “Look, Tom, I’m going to give it to you straight, (y/n) is a lady, you must remember that, but she is not judgmental, she does not care for your background nor your status.” Tom felt some of the nerves in his gut decrease a bit-but Walter wasn’t done. “She likes you, Tom, she really does like you, but she has a very high standard-not out of training from her mother or the family, but for herself, if you do not treat her with kindness and be a false version of yourself around her; she will drop you quicker than a basilisk can kill. Treat her well, and treat her kindly, or you will regret it.”

Tom swallowed at the last bit-very much hearing the seriousness in Walter’s voice. It wasn’t a ‘we will hurt you if you hurt her,’ it was ‘she will hurt you if you hurt her,’ and Tom didn’t doubt she would. “Clear?” Waler asked, grinning as Tom nodded. “Crystal,” Tom muttered, stumbling forward as Walter laughed and slapped Tom’s back.

“Oh don’t be so grim! I have faith in you, Tom,” With another pat on Tom’s back, Walter walked off, and Tom was just as nervous as he was before.

-

Tom had very few outfits, he had his uniform and its extra pants, shirts, and vests, his uniform from the orphanage, a suit(a gift from the Malfoys for a Christmas party from last year), and very little extra. He ended up wearing the suit because he didn’t think anything else fit the situation.

He hoped (y/n) wouldn’t be put off by the lack of casualty, but he had an inkling she wouldn’t mind at all.

She didn’t, her eyes traveling his well-dressed form with appreciation and a heat that made Tom’s ears burn, coughing slightly into his fist. “hi,” she said quietly, stepping closer to him as he waited for her by the carriages to Hogsmeade. “hello,” Tom said back, his lip quirking. (y/n) Alexander looked-breath taking, her skirt flowing gently in the late fall breeze.

“You look very handsome,” (y/n) said with a soft smile, her hands moving up to tug at his suit jacket, holding each side with both hands and getting a better look at what lay beneath the jacket. “Thank you, you look-“ Tom could hardly finish his sentence, just letting out a slow breath that had (y/n) giggling, her smile growing.

“let’s get going, shall we?” (y/n) asked, taking Tom’s arm as he offered it and he nodded, leading her to a carriage and helping her inside like the gentleman he was; taking the seat from across her-the two falling into a comfortable conversation as the carriage went off to Hogsmeade.

(y/n) indeed had a quiet corner for the two of them, hidden away from the noise and tucked away from sight, letting them talk quietly and share small smiles and glances they didn’t have to worry about others seeing.

Tom, quite honestly, had never expected to have such fun on a date; he never expected to go on a date ever really. But here he was, on one with (y/n) Alexander, at the three broomsticks; drinking butterbeer and sharing an appetizer.

Tom could hardly keep track of what they talked about-but he felt himself grow more comfortable and his nerves almost disappear the longer they sat there. Tom chuckled at something she said and she stared-smirking a bit as Tom cleared his throat at her gaze-his ears burning. “I like your laugh,” she muttered, leaning on her arm, her eyes burning into his soul.

“Thank you,” Tom muttered, licking his lips nervously, which were quirking up into a smile that mirrored (y/n)’s gentle one. “You don’t laugh often, do you? At least not genuinely.” (y/n) asked, tilting her head a bit and Tom shrugged.

“Not much that I find genuinely funny, really,” Tom muttered, rolling his jaw a bit but (y/n) just laughed, biting her lip. “Suppose you find me funny then? Good, wouldn’t do us any good if you didn’t.” Tom laughed gently again, but nodded in agreement.

“I do,” Tom mumbled, hiding his slight flush behind his glass of Butterbeer. (y/n)’s soft grin widened and Tom’s blush darkened a bit, drifting his eyes away from (y/n)’s gaze. God he was absolutely gone for this girl, he really never stood a chance.

They talked for a bit longer, and (y/n) eventually gave him a look that made him go quiet, tilting his head in curiosity. “this is your first date, right?” she asked and Tom slowly nodded. “yes, I’ve never been interested in anyone else,” Tom said honestly and (y/n) glanced away with a chuckle, hiding her grin in her shoulder.

“I don’t suppose it’s yours though,” Tom said, glancing down at his hands. (y/n) nodded, but then shrugged. “Yes, but this is the first date I actually wanted to be on though, so-you’ve already made top marks.”

Tom frowned, glancing up at (y/n) who was shifting in her seat. “Wanted to be on?” Tom asked curiously and (y/n) nodded, glancing down at her watch.

“Yes, my mother likes to set me up on dates hoping i'll find a suitor that adheres to my tastes-but I have yet to find one in the ones she sends. Usually, they’re all pompous bores who couldn’t care less about me other than my money and what status they’ll gain by being with me,” Tom slowly nodded, hoping she didn’t think he was doing the same thing.

Honestly-half the time he forgot (y/n) was an Alexander, or was more well known as Lady (y/n) Alexander, and not the amazing girl he had been crushing on since 3rd year and had only realized it the previous summer.

“Why is she setting you up on dates?” Tom asked, leaning back in his chair, his face set into a perfect calm. (y/n) sighed, leaning into her palm, her eyes distant. “She wishes for me to marry by twenty, something about heirs and my duty as Lady Alexander,” Tom swallowed the pit in his throat, his eyes drawing down. He knew (y/n) did not care for status and money, but her parents most likely did, and Tom was not a man of status-even if he was descended directly from Slytherin, and from his limited research, his father was of the high class.

But Tom had no money, and his father had no knowledge of him-besides, Tom had no want for that acknowledgment.

“Tom,” he looked up, and swallowed again as (y/n) reached across the table and took his folded hands with a smile. “things like status and money do not matter to my family, my mother just wishes for me to be taken care of if anything should happen to the Alexander fortune. Most of all she wishes for me to find love, to be treated kindly, and be held dearly; if I married a poor man with nothing to his name-if all he could give me was his heart and soul-my family would be overjoyed that I had found a man like that.”

Tom just stared, that pit in his throat only growing heavier as he blinked back a burn in his eyes. “Oh,” Tom breathed instead of responding, his cheeks flushing as (y/n) smiled at him. His heart was beating out of his chest-trying to hop into (y/n)’s hands and be kept.

He was so-fucking-doomed.

-

“Is-is he smiling? Actually smiling?” Black asked quietly as he, Abraxas, Nott and Mulciber all watched as Tom walked through Hogsmeade with (y/n) Alexader tucked into his side, the two holding hands and talking quietly-both of them smiling.

“Yep, he’s smiling…” Abraxas muttered, leaning against a wall and watching as the two new lovebirds walked past, (y/n) tugging Tom into honey-dukes with shining eyes as Tom chuckled fondly.

“He is gone gone for her,” Avery said as he walked up, hands in his pockets. The other boys nodded; they had a feeling certain planned things had quickly gone down the drain all thanks to (y/n) Alexander.

Oh, the things Love can change.

-one year later-

 Tom was very sure he was deeply in love with (y/n) Alexander, for one year after they began dating-she stood with him in the chamber of secrets, discovering his past, all his darkest desires and wishes-and was not deterred by any of it. If anything-her affection towards him seemed to grow, for as he spoke to open the chamber, she stepped closer, carefully watching his lips as he spoke parseltongue. She immediately closed her eyes and let him guide her as he summoned the basilisk-putting her utmost faith and trust in him as he placed her hand upon its scaley nose.

Tom had never felt more love for her and had never felt more love from her for him, he had trusted her with his deepest secrets over the last year as they dated, even his wish to become immortal, even his fear of letting love into his heart.

And she never shied away, she never shunned him, she only took his hands and held him close-guiding him through the pitch-black maze of his mind. He even told her about his plan for Horcruxes.

He ended up with a dead stare and a long sigh. “That’s-quite honestly Tom, so stupid.” She muttered and Tom frowned, taking a step back but she stopped him and took his face, giving him a smile that was slightly strained. “I do not think of you any different, but dark magic such as that is not worth it, yes your soul will live on but it will be shattered and disfigured, leaving you with ultimately a cursed life and weaker magic because it is so strained across the separated souls. If you wish to live forever-I will be by your side, but horcruxes are a stupid and simply bad idea.”

Tom…honestly couldn’t argue with that. (y/n) smiled and pecked the corner of his lips, which made Tom want to tilt his head slightly so he could kiss her properly-but at that point they hadn’t had their first kiss yet. “Promise me you’ll drop the idea of it? Horcruxes?” (y/n) asked gently, still holding his face, looking into his eyes.

Tom nodded immediately, he would do anything for (y/n), anything. She smiled and kissed his cheek again, moving her hands down to grab his and guiding him from the chamber and back up to Hogwarts. Tom only felt a slight pit of guilt in his gut, since last year, just before school ended-he had attempted to create a Horcrux by using the chamber, but it had eventually slipped his mind as (y/n) took over all thoughts of his plans for it.

But he had never truly opened the chamber of secrets-and he would keep his promise to (y/n), he would find a way to become immortal, and he would share it with his (y/n) Alexander, so they would be together forever.

-

Tom took a deep breath that rattled in his chest as he stood before (y/n)’s father's office doors in the Alexander mansion, it was the spring break of their final year, and Tom had been invited over since he was dating the heiress to the fortune. In his pocket, he had a small box that contained a silver ring with a small obsidian piece mounted atop-it was all he could afford with the money he scrapped from his last year of stipend from the Hogwarts fund.

It helped that (y/n) had insisted on buying him new robes and taking care of this year's curriculum items-as a gift for becoming head boy. He had tried to deny it all but with a stubborn huff from his beloved (y/n) Alexander, Tom relented with a soft smile and sigh, following her around as she bought his books and whatever else he might need.

Tom took another deep breath-nerves settled deep in his stomach and knocked on Lord Alexander's office door. “Come in, come in,” He called and Tom opened the door and stepped inside, giving a polite nod to John Alexander-the father of his girlfriend(and hopefully soon to be, fiancée)

“Tom, how nice to see you, how can I help you son?” John said with a grin, putting down his quill and setting his intertwined hands on the desk, giving Tom a warm grin. Tom opened his mouth a few times, and then shut it-unsure of how to say anything. The Alexanders were one the top families of both the muggle world and wizarding world, the Deville’s being the top dogs really, was Tom really going to soil their family line? To bring a bastard son into their practically royalty family?

Yes, yes he was-because he loved (y/n) and he didn’t want to let her go to some-rude rich boy who didn’t know how to love her correctly. “i-I was hoping,” Tom started, clearing his throat as his voice cracked. John’s smile only grew, seemingly knowing what Tom was about to ask. “if…” Tom took another deep breath, straightening his back and looking Lord Alexander in the eye. “I was hoping you would approve of me asking for your daughter’s hand in marriage.” Tom got out in one breath, his jaw clicking as Lord Alexander just stared at him, that warm smile still there-but a twinkle in his eye that made Tom nervous.

“i-I love her dearly Lord Alexander. I do not have money, and I have no status to offer her, nor do I have a proud lineage or background, but I would love her for the rest of my life, and beyond it. I know there are many men who you would prefer her to marry but-“ Tom was stopped with a hand to a shoulder, and he hadn’t realized he had been staring at his shoes. Tom looked up, seeing John-beaming.

“I would be honored if my daughter married a good man like you Tom, you love her dearly and that is all I could wish for my little girl, as does her mother. You have my blessing Tom Riddle; you’ve had it since we first met.” Tom, actually felt like crying-staring wide-eyed at John, who chuckled and opened his arms for a hug-knowing Tom didn’t like to be touched without permission. Tom stepped into his arms and squeezed, a few tears escaping his closed eyes as John hugged him tightly. “Welcome to the family Tom, I cannot wait to call you my son.”

Tom smiled into John’s shoulder, sniffing slightly as John patted his back and took a step back. “Thank you sir, I’ll cherish her forever,” Tom said quietly, smiling still as John nodded-patting Tom’s shoulder again.

“I know you will, now come on, I think the girls are outside having lunch.” Tom nodded and turned on his heel-unable to keep the smile off his face as he walked outside to the patio to see his girlfriend(hopefully soon to be fiancée) sitting under the sun with her mother, Viktoria, and Lucy, the four sharing a plate of snacks and tea by the pool.

“Tom~” (y/n) sang, holding out her hands to him and he quickly walked over to her-giving one last thankful smile to John before taking his beloved (y/n)’s hands, stepping close and moving his other hand to her shoulder as she leaned against him. “How nice for you two to join us! We were just talking about you,”

“Good things I hope,” Tom joked, obeying (y/n)’s tug as she made him sit down with her on the chair, his gaze and smile softening as she chattered away John mirroring Tom’s position as he sat with his wife. “of course,” (y/n) said with a tone that meant she was lying and not trying to hide it, and Tom sighed shaking his head fondly.

Oh, how he loved (y/n) Alexander and had never expected it.

Perhaps it was a good thing he had let it slip he had a crush at the Slughorn after-party last year. If he hadn’t-he didn’t think he would’ve gained the courage to ask (y/n) out after that fated quidditch match.

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Part 2 - its just fluff lol

#tom riddle x reader #tom riddle imagine #Tom Riddle #harry potter fanfiction #Harry Potter #fluff fic #Tom redemption #no voldemort au

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&Team OT9 (Headcanon) : They Are Born to a Wizarding Family in the Harry Potter Universe

What if &Team was born into a wizarding family? (AU : There was no crime committed by Lord Voldemort 'Tom Riddle' and Gellert Grindelwald AKA There are no magic wars or 'chaos')

• Warnings : Grammatical errors

• A/N : I got really excited while writing this headcanon, my inner Potterhead came to the surface for Teamies again!🥺🫶🏻. This time I will really write according to the headcanon that I created again for the teamies, sorry if this doesn't match what you think. Because this is really pure headcanon that I created from my own imagination.

// EUIJOO //

• Family : Goldstein

• English Name : Eugene Alexander Goldstein

• Family Members :

- Parents : Aster Goldstein & Vena Goldstein (Author Headcanon)

- Siblings : Anthony Goldstein (Younger brother)

• Blood Status : Half-Blood

• Hogwarts House : Ravenclaw

He was born as the eldest son of the Goldstein family. His godfather is Newt Scamander, husband of his distant relative, Porpentina Goldstein. He has one younger brother who was in the same year as Harry Potter, Anthony Goldstein.

Since childhood, he has had a talent for magic which is relatively fast developing, because of his intelligence. He is the art lover in his family. His focus in art is music and singing. He has a beautiful voice and is good at playing musical instruments, one of which is the violin. He often appeared and played music at Goldstein family Christmas parties or in front of other relatives. His parents were truly like a diamond in the rough as their firstborn son truly showed his true Ravenclaw side.

At the age of 11, he entered Hogwarts and was sorted into Ravenclaw house. He argued briefly with the sorting hat because the sorting hat said he was also suitable for Slytherin. His first friend at Hogwarts was Cedric Diggory, they first met on the Hogwarts Express when Cedric was looking for an empty compartment to sit. He and Cedric became good friends even though they were in different houses, they competed healthily about winning the house cup. Not only with Cedric, he is also close to his distant cousin, Rolf Scamander, who is the grandson of his godfather.

Euijoo joins the duel club and the Slug club. Professor Slughorn invites Euijoo to the club he owns because apart from being smart, he has a beautiful voice. A sign that he was Professor Slughorn's favorite student. Euijoo is one of the songwriters for Professor Flitwick's unofficial glee club. He is often asked by Professor Flitwick to write some songs if needed, he is willing to be selfless when doing that. He was once invited to join the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team because some of the Ravenclaw Quidditch members knew he had an athletic side too, but he refused. He doesn't like extreme sports even though he has good flying lessons.

Euijoo is Ravenclaw's prefect. One of the strong candidates to be the head boy because his grades are really above average. He really had perfect manners as he never misbehaved with his fellow students, he just wanted to focus on his grades and stay away from some of the naughty kids.

(This is the fact) A high tolerance for alcohol, he could drink up to four bottles of fire whiskey without faltering.

Euijoo has the main target of becoming an Arithmetic teacher and opening an official choir club at Hogwarts. When he said he wanted to be a teacher in front of his friends, his friends immediately said that the position would definitely be 'secured' by the head of Ravenclaw house, Professor Flitwick for him. It was as if he really would find it easy to become a teacher because of his good behavior and grades during school (Imagine Euijoo being your teacher/professor, I could be Jesica if he became a teacher🧍‍♀️)

// FUMA //

• Family : Longbottom

• English Name : Asher Frank Longbottom (GEMINI AI)

• Family Members :

- Parents : Frank Longbottom & Alice Longbottom

- Siblings : Neville Longbottom (Younger brother) // Galena Longbottom (Younger sister) = Author's Headcanon

- Grandparents : Augusta Longbottom (Paternal grandmother)

• Blood Status : Pure-Blood

• Hogwarts House : Gryffindor

He was born as the first son of the Longbottom family. His birth was welcomed very happily by his family, especially his paternal grandmother, Augusta. Because finally after all this time the Longbottom family had another child around them. His godparents are Lily and James Potter, making himself very close to the Potter family, including Harry. He has one younger brother and one younger sister, Neville and Galena.

His athletic side began to emerge when he was six years old. At such a young age, he could already ride and control a broomstick well. However, his magic sometimes went too far because he accidentally destroyed his grandmother's display cabinet which contained antique and valuable objects. At that time, he was still four years old. He is skilled in Muggle martial arts such as taekwondo.

Fuma enters Hogwarts and is sorted into Gryffindor house. The sorting hat screamed Gryffindor in less than five seconds when it was placed on his head.

His best grades were in flying lessons, which Professor Mcgonagall immediately knew about. Fuma is immediately included in the list of next Quidditch players if his seniors who are in their seventh year graduate. Professor Mcgonagall knew Fuma would not refuse this, she knew very well Fuma was very obsessed with Quidditch. That really made him very compatible with Oliver Wood, they had an extraordinary madness about Quidditch. Because of Fuma's INTJ brain, Slytherin is sometimes quite overwhelmed by Fuma's Gryffindor strategy.

PROTECTIVE OLDER BROTHER TYPE! He rarely acts harshly, but he really won't use his mouth anymore to 'expel' someone who goes too far towards his two siblings. He once punched Marcus Flint so hard that his nose was broken because Marcus dared to make inappropriate advances towards his sister, Galena.

He has a huge crush on Carina Black, pretty and sweet daughter of Sirius Black and Marlene Mckinnon. He first met Carina when they were five years old, and at Carina's birthday party. He initially thought it was just childhood love, but his feelings continued.

Even though he has a great passion for Quidditch, Fuma wants to be an auror like his father, he wants a job that can protect and be useful to many people.

// KEI //

• Family : Nott

• English Name : Jude Atlas Nott (GEMINI AI)

• Family Members :

- Parents : Linden Nott & Stella Nott (née Black) = Author's Headcanon

- Siblings : Theodore Nott (Younger brother)

- Grandparents : Cygnus Black & Druella Black (née Rosier) = Maternal Grandparents

- Aunts : Bellatrix Lestrange (née Black), Narcissa Malfoy (née Black), Andromeda Tonks (née Black) = Maternal aunt

- Cousins : Draco Malfoy, Nymphadora Tonks = Maternal Cousins

• Blood Status : Pure-Blood

• Hogwarts House : Slytherin

Born into a family that was a member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, he had abundant wealth since childhood. His father and mother were both born into wealthy wizarding families and firmly adhered to pure blood supremacy. His mother was the second daughter of the Black family and Bellatrix's twin. Making him have the blood of a noble wizard family. Being born into a family that upholds pure-blood supremacy means he also has 'bad' values ​​towards non-pure-bloods. He thought that pure-blood wizards were the highest caste and no one could 'defeat' them. This made him have a strong hatred towards the exiled members of the Black family. He had a very bad relationship with Andromeda, Sirius and Nymphadora, thinking that they were both just bad offspring of the Black family.

He is the main heir of the Nott family, he is the favorite grandson of Cygnus and Druella even though he was 'not' the heir to the Black family, because of his sharp temperament regarding pure-bloods. His elegant and unassuming temperament also makes him really show that he is the dream grandson for Cygnus and Druella. He is also Bellatrix's favorite nephew.

He was a true Slytherin, and those values ​​had really emerged since he was very little. The sorting hat was a no-brainer to put him in Slytherin. His soul was truly strong.

He is one of the best Quidditch athletes in Slytherin. Several times he 'carried' his team to win the house cup for Slytherin. He has a completely different nature to his younger brother, Theodore. Theodore tends to often cause trouble at Hogwarts, making his parents often summoned to Hogwarts. His relationship with Theodore is not very good, especially since Theodore hates being compared to him. Theodore's temperament did not show that he was born from a magical family of royal blood. He has good academic grades in all subjects and has never had bad results or revised.

Draco and him were quite close, what's more they were direct cousins. They both have the same arrogance, although Kei looks calmer and can show his arrogance subtly. He is very hostile to Nymphadora even though his cousin tries to be nice to him.

Even though he is rich, he is not the type of playboy who can play with girls. He had refined tastes that definitely equaled his status. If anyone asked what type of girl he was, he would immediately answer Daphne Greengrass or his mother. He doesn't have any feelings for Daphne, but his type of girl is Daphne. Born into a pure-blood family, rich, elegant, intelligent and friendly-mouthed.

// NICHOLAS //

• Family : Lestrange

• English Name : Altair 'Nicholas' Lestrange

• Family Members :

- Parents : Rodholpus Lestrange & Bellatrix Lestrange (née Black)

- Siblings : Cassiopeia Brisels Lestrange (Older Sister) = Author's Headcanon

- Grandparents : Cygnus Black & Druella Black (née Rosier) = Maternal Grandparents

- Aunts : Narcissa Malfoy (née Black), Andromeda Tonks (née Black) = Maternal aunt

- Uncle : Rabastan Lestrange = Paternal uncle

- Cousins : Draco Malfoy, Nymphadora Tonks = Maternal Cousins // Russel Lestrange, Sterling Lestrange, Azure Lestrange = Paternal cousin (Author's Headcanon)

• Blood Status : Pure Blood

• Hogwarts House (Current School) : Slytherin

↪️ Durmstrang House (Former School) : Atticus

Born to very strict parents, having a dark aura and being a pure-blooded maniac, Nicholas had a pretty crazy childhood. Since he was little, his parents always taught him that they were the highest among wizards, namely pure-bloods. His parents' dislike of non-pure blood people made Nicholas also experience the same temperament as his parents. His parents married without love, only an arranged marriage to strengthen their pure-blood connection, making Nicholas also grow up seeing his parents never having any warmth towards each other. He was used to seeing his parents arguing and cursing at each other. One of his main triggers is that he is temperamental. His mother was the type who cared little about her children, while his father was very favoritism. His father loved his older sister, Cassiopeia, more. For Rodholpus, Cassiopeia is his happiness and pride for some reason. It was as if Nicholas had never existed in front of his father, even though he was his heir.

His godparents are Narcissa and Regulus. He tends to be closer to his uncle and aunt compared to his parents. They were both like home to him.

At the age of 11, Nicholas was sent to Durmstrang for his studies, not Hogwarts. Sending him to Dumstrang was his father's idea which of course was done without asking Nicholas. Nicholas of course didn't want to go to Dumstrang, because it was very far from where he lived even though in the end he studied in Dumstrang for three years. He moved to Hogwarts in his fourth year after his maternal grandparents calmed down an argument with his parents that Nicholas should be at Hogwarts. He was sorted into Slytherin house (OFC).

Having studied at Dumstrang, Nicholas made it easy for him to adapt to Hogwarts. Not only that, he was brilliant in subjects that actually contained black magic. His Quidditch experience at Dumstrang also made him an easy entry into the Slytherin Quidditch team and he also held the position of captain due to his crazy dirty strategies. Even though he was brilliant in all aspects, Nicholas was also a troublemaker at Hogwarts, he was naughty and sometimes often caused trouble. His temperamental side also makes many students afraid if they accidentally disturb him.

Prima donna! Many girls are very crazy about him, not only because he is handsome, he is tall, wealthy, and has very good body proportions. His arrogant and toxic side made Nicholas become a playboy while he was at school. In a month he can date more than ten girls, and also easily dump them. The girl he was casually dating was not the type he wanted. If the girl he's dating is his type, he won't just let her go or let her go to someone else. Because what he gets he must get, and whatever he has will remain his.

// YUMA //

• Family : Rosier

• English Name : Ridge Ellsworth Rosier

• Family Members :

- Parents : Evan Rosier & Gloria Rosier (née Malfoy) = Gloria is a character created by the Author (Author's Headcanon)

- Grandparents : Abraxas Malfoy = Maternal grandfather

- Uncle : Lucius Malfoy = Maternal uncle

- Cousin : Draco Malfoy = Maternal cousin

• Blood Status : Pure-Blood

• Hogwarts House : Slytherin

Being born as the only child of Evan Rosier made him bear a big responsibility as an heir. His father had high expectations of him, which made him have to be extra in every aspect. Luckily, his mother was a gentle person who could support him emotionally. His grandfather, Abraxas Malfoy, gave him a special bracelet for his 11th birthday, a bracelet that had a beautiful snake design and was plated with gold.

His childhood best friend was Luna Lovegood, the only daughter of his late godmother, Pandora. Yuma and Luna are a duo that can never be separated. Every Christmas they routinely go on holiday together. Yuma always listens to Luna's chatter, even though sometimes Luna talks about strange things, Yuma understands that. He knew Luna must be a true Ravenclaw who was always curious about many things. While at Hogwarts, even though he and Luna were in different houses, Yuma was of course still good friends with Luna. He even occasionally protects Luna from several people who always bother Luna because they think she is strange and crazy.

Yuma is weak in potions, but he still maintains good grades. Because his father didn't like him getting a bad grade in even one subject. Apart from potions, Yuma is also weak in flying lessons, he once fell from his broomstick and hit a window, causing quite serious injuries. But yeah, the value of the lesson is still good. However, he is a pro in the duel club. His spell abilities are truly above average, making Professor Flitwick really like Yuma who is quick to respond to spell lessons.

Yuma and Draco were also quite close at Hogwarts, what's more they were direct cousins. However, Yuma didn't really enter Draco Malfoy's circle. He didn't really like Draco's notoriously annoying circle.

Even though he is an introvert, in fact he really gets along with almost all the Hufflepuffs. Almost all Hufflepuff students know that Yuma is a good Slytherin.

// JO //

• Family : Scamander

• English Name : Joaquin Rudy Scamander

• Family Members :

- Parents : Josh Scamander & Doris Scamander = Author's Headcanon

- Sibling : Rolf Scamander (older brother)

- Grandparents : Newton Scamander & Porpentina Scamander (née Goldstein)

- Uncle : Theseus Scamander = Paternal uncle

- Aunt : Queenie Kowalski (née Goldstein) = Maternal Aunt

• Blood Status : Half-Blood

• Hogwarts House : Hufflepuff

Born into a Scamander family who really loves magical animals, Jo grew up to be a person who also loves magical animals. His grandfather was a famous magizoologist and author of a book entitled Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

Since childhood, he and his older brother Rolf Scamander often helped their grandfather with magical creatures. Not only is he interested in magical creatures, Jo has extraordinary artistic talent. He has been able to paint since he was three years old. He often sent paintings of magical animals to his grandparents regularly at Christmas and Easter. Newt and Tina's work room is quite full of paintings made by Jo. Jo have a Kneazle that Newt gave him for his eighth birthday. Kneazle is a magical cat that looks like a small jungle cat. Kneazle is renowned for its ability to sense danger and its loyalty. He named the kneazle Balisto.

When he was at Hogwarts, of course he was sorted into Hufflepuff house. The sorting hat had no hesitation in getting Jo into Hufflepuff. At Hogwarts, he was a 'master' at the Care of Magical Creatures subject. He got the best grades in his class in that subject, just like his brother. He is very close to Luna Lovegood (Who in the future Luna is his sister-in-law). He doesn't think Luna is strange or crazy, because they have the same preferences. He was always excited when there was a magical animal project with Ravenclaw, because he could talk at length with Luna about these animals.

Even though he looks unathletic, Jo is surprisingly athletic compared to his brother. He was even taller than Rolf. He was the chaser for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, but when Cedric Diggory graduated, he was immediately drawn to become the main Seeker because of his increasing sharp speed. He often gets letters from several lines who experience it. He was included in the 'golden boy' group at Hogwarts, because not only was he handsome, he was very accomplished because of his own efforts.

// HARUA //

• Family : Diggory

• English Name : Haven Amos Diggory

• Family Members :

- Parents : Amos Diggory & Mary Diggory = Mary is a character created by the Author (Author's Headcanon)

- Sibling : Cedric Diggory

• Blood Status : Pure-Blood

• Hogwarts House : Hufflepuff

Harua is the youngest son of the Diggory family. His father was a pretty good worker at the ministry of magic, while his mother worked as a home fashion designer (Magically OFC). The harmony of his family made Harua grow into a gentle and loving man. He never shouted, cursed or said anything unpleasant. He and Cedric are very close, Cedric loves and has a sharp protective side towards Harua.

At Hogwarts he was sorted into Hufflepuff. In the same house as Cedric. Many people compare him to Cedric in a very unpleasant way. For example, Cedric is an athletic guy, while Harua is quite weak at flying lessons, because he is very afraid of heights. Harua sometimes also gets very sick easily, which also often makes him get sharp ridicule. Cedric really hates people who think Harua is just his shadow, he wants Harua to be comfortable during his school years without hearing evil comments.

Harua is very good friends with Neville Longbottom, they both like studying herbiology, they are both Professor Sprout's favorite students. Harua even often sleeps over at Neville's house during the Christmas and New Year holidays. Alice and Frank, Neville's parents, also often give Harua gifts for his birthday.

Must have a beautiful Phoenix bird bought from a Japanese wizard when he had the opportunity to visit Mahoutokoro. He became good friends with several Mahoutokoro students after a visit at that time.

// TAKI //

• Family : Potter

• English Name : Richard James Potter

• Family Members :

- Parents : James Potter & Lily Potter (née Evans)

- Sibling : Harry Potter (Twin brother)

- Grandparents : Fleamont Potter & Euphemia Potter = Paternal Grandparents

- Aunt : Petunia Dursley (née Evans) = Maternal Aunt

- Cousin : Dudley Dursley = Maternal Cousin

• Blood Status : Half-Blood

• Hogwarts House : Gryffindor

Being born into the Potter family, which had abundant wealth, meant that his life was filled with wealth and no hardship, especially since his father was an only child. He and Harry have almost the same character, they are both easily angry and reckless. This made him and Harry truly like true twins. It's just that he is relatively calm if the problem he faces is only a very small problem.

While at Hogwarts, he and Harry were both talented at potions, a talent inherited from their mother, Lily. Not only their mother's talent, their father James' Quidditch talent also passed down to them. Taki and Harry are regular members of Gryffindor Quidditch. Not only Quidditch, Taki also joins Professor Flitwick's unofficial choir club, because he has extraordinary singing talent.

Taki is good friends with the Weasley twins, sometimes he takes part in making mischievous things, especially for the Slytherin students who he finds very annoying. He really didn't like Draco Malfoy, especially his arrogant side, to him Draco Malfoy was just a coward who hid under his father's armpit.

He once blew up Dudley's toys at the age of four because he was annoyed with his cousin at Christmas at his maternal grandparents' house. Making Petunia dislike the Potter family even more.

// MAKI //

• Family : Malfoy

• English Name : Archer Lucius Malfoy

• Family Members :

- Parents : Lucius Malfoy & Narcissa Malfoy (née Black)

- Siblings : Draco Malfoy (Older Brother), Asteria Malfoy (Older Sister)

- Grandparents : Abraxas Malfoy = Paternal Grandfather // Cygnus Black & Druella Black (née Rosier) = Maternal Grandparents

- Aunt : Bellatrix Lestrange (née Black), Andromeda Tonks (née Black) = Maternal Aunts

- Cousin : Nymphadora Tonks = Maternal Cousin

• Blood Status : Pure-Blood

• Hogwarts House : Slytherin

He was born as the youngest son of the Malfoy family. He grew up in a luxurious manor and was used to living in luxury since childhood. His grandparents on both sides were among the wealthiest wizarding families in England. Moreover, his maternal grandparents' family belonged to the wizarding aristocratic family in France and England.

The person he envied the most was his older sister, Asteria. Because Asteria was her father's favorite. Meanwhile, he and Draco were always taught strictly by their father. But, even though he had quite a lot of jealousy towards Asteria, Maki was a more protective type of sibling compared to Draco. Asteria seemed to be walking with a high-ranking British royal guard who wouldn't let her touch anything he said could hurt her. Maki is a bit dramatic.

While at Hogwarts, he was the smartest student in his year. But also the most annoying student for Gryffindor. Like his older brother, Maki really often pranks Gryffindors. For him, Gryffindor was his biggest rival compared to Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students.

He once had a big fight with Harry Potter about Quidditch. Harry thinks Slytherin cheated to win, because Oliver actually fainted because of what Slytherin did. This quarrel actually caused the points of the two houses to immediately drop, aka being cut by Dumbledore.

#&team smut #&team #&team imagines #harry potter #hogwarts au

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Did they really think they could just lock me out?😏

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #harry potter #slytherin #my mc #alexander black #solomon sallow #anne sallow