#borgin family

[sebastianswallows]

A new family — Chapter 1

— PAIRING: dark!Ominis Gaunt x F!MC

— SYNOPSIS: Ominis gets tired of his family and how miserable life is with them after he graduates. So he follows Sebastian's example for once, and kills them in cold blood. Now that he has the mansion to himself, he discovers he would still like to have a family, but one of his own making.

— WARNINGS: angst, culminating in murder

— WORDCOUNT: 2.1k

— A/N: Following A Different Kind of Key, I got a prompt for breeding kink with Ominis. I decided to combine this with a fic idea I had included in a poll a few months ago, which was that Ominis kills his parents in revenge, and begins to appreciate the dark arts. I don't know yet how many chapters this will have, but get ready for a dark and manipulative Ominis, and smut 💕 Enjoy, my dears!

It wasn’t like Ominis to say Sebastian inspired him. But that was, in a strange twist of events, what ended up happening.

The day Solomon died changed everything between the four friends involved with it. Sebastian and Anne’s uncle was gone, Sebastian was the one who killed him and Anne was left distraught, their fifth-year-friend was there when it all happened, and Ominis was left feeling like the earth was pulled from underneath him, not knowing where he’ll land. During the following days, Anne buried Solomon and ran. He knew where she was, but was sworn to secrecy never to reveal it to anyone, particularly not to Sebastian. It was a difficult request, but Ominis expected it to be made easier by Sebastian’s inevitable indictment for murder, which was bound to come any day now — right?

Their friend, who even witnessed the murder, refused to turn him in. That left the weight of the choice to Ominis, but he was easily swayed. Why lose two friends when he’s already lost one? So he said nothing…

During the months that followed, the weight of all that happened hung over them like a sword, like a noose ready to drop, like a tipping avalanche. Yet nothing happened. They entered the sixth year, and then the seventh. Anne healed from the curse’s influence — it turned out that Rookwood was the real culprit — and Sebastian graduated from Hogwarts — with the commendations of all their professors — and it had almost escaped Ominis how surreal the whole thing was, but sometimes he reminded himself that Sebastian had gotten away with murder.

It was a struggle to push down just how impressed he was. Sebastian had gotten practically everything he wanted: Anne was cured, Solomon was out of the way in a permanent fashion, and their mutual friend, well, she was under Sebastian’s sway now as much as he was under hers. Complicity did that…

It wasn’t fair. His best friend had a brilliant career ahead of him in whatever field he chose, he had every opportunity now to look for his sister again, and his perfidious little friendship was blooming into a romance day by day — meanwhile, what did Ominis have to look forward to? A return to his parents’ clutches and some arranged incestuous marriage, no doubt.

It wasn’t fair. All his other classmates were cheerful to be done with school, optimistic, hopeful, happy. They had jobs and girlfriends and some were even due to marry. And Sebastian, disgustingly, behaved as if nothing had happened in fifth year, as if he wasn’t a murderer.

It wasn’t fair.

Ominis rode in the cabin with his two friends on the train back to London, where Sebastian was excited to go and apply for a position with Borgin and Burkes.

“You know you’d do better in the ministry…” their friend told him, the smile in her voice teasing but sweet.

“Funny,” chuckled Sebastian.

“You’re still afraid of them?” she goaded.

“I think they should be afraid of me,” said Sebastian quietly, leaning toward her over Ominis. “The score is still one-nill last I checked.”

“Yes, but they don’t know that,” she said, leaning toward him too so that they now hovered somewhere around Ominis’ chest.

“And I plan to keep it that way,” said Sebastian.

“Excuse me,” said Ominis, pretending not to know they were there and getting up briskly enough to knock them back.

“Omi—!”

“Hey, watch it!”

He grabbed his wand and went out of cabin, shutting the door behind him. He pretended to go to the restroom, and pretended to use it for the next 15 minutes, and pretended not to hold back tears of jealousy.

Things only got worse once he arrived home. His parents did not exactly welcome him with open arms, although he had excelled in his NEWTs and was among the best students of his year. No, they behaved as if he’d just been done with a silly distraction, that filthy school that took in mudbloods, and his filthy friends from lowborn families, and now his real life started, said his father, and the fun was over.

He lasted two weeks until he murdered them.

He considered doing it in their sleep, but he wanted them awake. It was the evening of the 17th of July, and it rained and hailed all throughout supper. Ominis pretended to retreat early for the night, leaving them all together in the dining room, tired and mellow with firewhisky.

The doors shut on their own as if by a gust of wind. The chandeliers and fireplace were frozen with a spell. And the dining room was plunged into utter darkness.

A decanter was knocked to the floor and his father was cursing, and his mother called out from the top of her lungs for the elves, but Ominis had sent them away. His sister was rambling something about the house being haunted. They were learning now what it was like for him, what it had always been like for him, although he didn’t imagine they could appreciate it. He cast off the disillusionment spell, he didn’t need it anymore, and summoned all their wands to him wordlessly. Disarmed and scared and in the dark, he picked them off one by one.

First, his sister. He surprised himself by not shaking at all as he did it. In fact, he had never been more calm — was this how Sebastian had felt?

Their mother became noticeably quiet when she saw the brief green light and heard a body fall, but it took a while until she found her, feeling around on the floor. She barely said her daughter’s name in anguish before Ominis killed her too.

His father was left, and by then he’d begun to suspect, calling his name and prowling through the pitch black in that lumbering way he did. Ominis allowed him to hear his footsteps coming closer.

“I know it’s you, you little rat,” spat Gaunt Senior, facing him but standing still. “I heard you say it.”

“And you’ll hear it again,” said Ominis coolly, “right before you drop dead.”

“If only your brother were h—”

“Avada kedavra.”

The flash of green enveloped his body as it collapsed to the floor, and then it was gone, and it was dark again.

Not that Ominis noticed a difference. All he knew now was quiet, and peace, and loneliness. He finally had a life work looking forward to.

The first order of business was to get rid of the bodies, which he accomplished by turning them into teacups and finding a place for them in the glass cabinet in the living room. Brushing his finger across one, he thought it felt different from normal porcelain — a bit more rough, less cold, like bone — but their shape and weight were otherwise quite perfect. He smiled as he put them away.

The next issue was what to do with his brother… Marvolo lived somewhere in London, and he had enough friends there already that his absence would be noted. And he would not come back to the Gaunt manor just because Ominis called. Even if he did, he’d inquire as to what happened to their parents.

Which brought him to the last and final point: how to explain their absence.

He spent the next hour packing their wands, their cloaks, a cauldron, a few ingredients, and a sacrificial dagger, and then he went off into the nearby woods. They sometimes went there to perform spells that called for incantations and ritual sacrifice of the local fauna, often not returning until morning, stinking of wet dirt and blood. He could say a spell went wrong, an animal attacked, and there was no trace left of them but a few less-than-savoury items.

It was quite a trek to make all on his own, even levitating the items behind him, which often snagged in the low branches and the weeds. When he thought he was far enough, he planted the cauldron in the middle of a clearing and stuck the dagger in the earth, scattering the other items all around in what might be a convincing pattern should anyone come look.

Morning found him in his bed, alone and dirty, but content.

Ominis smiled and turned on his back, and listened: quiet. No screaming, no fights, no one ordering him around, no threats of violence, no curses, nothing.

It took about twenty minutes for that to start to bother him.

His fingers toyed with the wand which rested on his stomach, and he thought about all the times he’d judged Sebastian for using the Unforgivables. A part of him still found it abhorrent, because Sebastian was never in such a situation as he had been with his family. However bad Solomon was, he wasn’t like the Gaunts. Meanwhile, another part whispered that he should feel ashamed.

“But I don’t,” he said to himself, speaking with nobody else to hear. “I’m not. I’m not sorry.”

And he wasn’t, for many days to come. When the house elves returned from the prolonged shopping trip Ominis had sent them on, he told him the same lie he had prepared — Mister Gaunt had gone with his family in the woods to perform a ritual but hadn’t yet returned, and Ominis was worried, oh but no need for the elves to go, they needed to tend to the house — and went through the coming days just as he normally would, and soon forgot he’d ever had a family at all. And yet the house seemed larger than before, and behind each corner he still suspected some malevolent force, within each sound a muttered curse or insult, and although he knew them to be safely dead, transfigured in the cabinet, he had moments in the night when he thought they had returned to take revenge.

It wore away at him, and he knew he had to resolve it with a change in circumstance: either he moved away, or he made the house livable again. He didn’t consider even for a second to write to his brother Marvolo, but he considered asking for Sebastian to visit together with their friend — until his thoughts settled strictly on her.

On a whim, he wrote to her, and her alone. The owl took a few days to return, and it brought to him a strangely mournful and yet exciting message.

Ominis had inquired about her health — she was well — and her search for work — not so well — and Sebastian.

“It pains me to say this,” she wrote, “but I do not know. Sebastian has been sent to recover something (I know not what) for Mr Burke. Part of his training, he said. As if he weren’t experienced enough in these sorts of things. I told him, as I’m sure you would have as well, that Mr Burke was only going to take advantage of him and gain a dangerous item at no personal cost, and is only using Sebastian’s goodwill and enthusiasm. He did not take it well and has yet to speak to me since. He said I called him ‘naive’, but I did nothing of the sort.”

Ominis chuckled as his wand vocalised the letter. It was blatant she did think Sebastian naive, just as it was blatantly true that he was.

“To be perfectly honest, I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since, for various reasons,” she continued, “but I find my worries and upsets dwindle into something perhaps similar to what you felt at Hogwarts when Sebastian would get involved in these sort of reckless things — frustration.”

Ominis’ smile broadened. Her clear longing for Sebastian, her worry for his safety, her shameless affection, did not serve him — but frustration, he could work with. He picked up his dictation quill and a piece of parchment and sat down at his desk to write.

“My dear,” he started, “I am first of all happy to hear you are well and healthy, in spite of everything else seemingly falling apart around you. I am sorry, although not surprised, to hear about the novel way Sebastian has found to make a nuisance of himself. You have my full sympathies.

You have also, if you will not find it too forward, my invitation to join me at my parents’ mansion. I think it would be good for you. It is in a quiet and undisturbed area, close to London but surrounded by ancient woods. Without my family present, as they currently are — and we can discuss this too once you arrive — it is a most calming and comforting place, which sounds like just the sort of thing you need at present. You are welcome to stay for the remainder of the summer. It might help you find some balance in your life, perhaps even give you new energies to pursue employment — or other means of occupying yourself.

Please find the address enclosed.

Yours devotedly,

Ominis

P.S.: If indeed he does return in the interim, make no mention of this to Sebastian.”

#Ominis Gaunt #sebastian sallow #hl #Ominis Gaunt fanfiction #ominis gaunt imagine #Hogwarts Legacy imagine #Ominis Gaunt x Reader #Ominis Gaunt x MC #Hogwarts Legacy MC #sswallow;made a thing #sswallow;fanfics #sswallow;a new family

[metalomagnetic]

Snippet

This is from the unpublished Orion/Walburga that I wrote and shared from a couple of weeks ago. A small interaction between Walburga and Tom.

It happens in It Runs in the blood universe.

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Wanting to feel in control, to humiliate someone the way her own family humiliates her, she goes to Borgin and Burkes; her favourite past time. She’ll never tire of mocking Riddle, shop boy extraordinaire.

He always takes whatever she throws at him, because he has no choice, not with the way Burke fawns over her as soon as she’s through the doors, offering her coffee, tea, ‘anything you would like, Miss, as you look around. Tom, make Miss Black a cup of tea!’.

Walburga likes to stay there for at least half an hour, making Riddle show her all sorts of things, sending him to the back room for special items, and then refusing them. She always buys something, however, only so she can have the oportunity to tip Riddle. It’s the only time his pleasant facade cracks, a murderous look in his eyes, as she throws him an extra galleon.

It never really gets old, no matter how many times she does it.

“I must say, Riddle, you certainly made it in life; I didn’t expect you to get so far,” she says, as he packs her latest purchase that she’ll throw in the trash as soon as she’s out of the crappy shop. “This is a wonderful use of your fourteen N.E.W.Ts.” She smirks. “If you keep pleasing me, I might be persuaded to talk to Father, make a favoruable recomendation for you- we have some abraxans at our country manor, and we are in need of a stable boy, you see.”

A muscle twitches in that annoyingly handsome face of his; a mudblood has no right to bear those aristocratic features.

However, this time, when she tips him, he smiles.

That’s wrong, she thinks. He should get upset. He always does.

Instead, he reaches under the counter and pulls out a small, wrapped box.

“Since you are always so generous,” he says. “Please, allow me to congratulate you for your bethrotal. What a wonderful use for your seven N.W.T.S. I’m sure they will prove of much use in bringing new Black children into the world. I seem to remember Orion saying he wants five sons, when we were in school. May Morgana bless you with twice as many.”

She spits on him. How dare he, the stupid mudblood!?

“You honour me,” he says, wiping the spit off with a perfectly ironed handkerchief, as freakishly neat as he is. “But you should keep your bodily fluids only for your future husband. Rumour goes he is quite jealous; he wouldn’t want to hear you shared that with a lowly shop boy. Merlin forbid, he might have to reprimand you for it.”

She curses him, but he doges it, quick as a kneazle. She knows he can best her in a duel, but he wouldn’t dare, of course. He never retaliated back at school when she threw curses at him, because he must have known her family would have his head on a spike if he disturbed one hair on her head.

#it runs in the blood #Tom Riddle #Walburga Black

[aethon-recs]

Hi! Thank you for all your recs. I have downloaded most of them and read most of them during my 2 weeks family vacation. They were great. I was wondering if you could recommend me any tomarry crack fics that are hilarious.

This was such a fun ask, thank you for sending this in! I had a ton of fun revisiting some old favorites in this ship that made me laugh and cry-laugh and then laugh some more. As I was rereading and sorting through the fics on this list, I noticed a few recurring themes that came up... coffeeshop AUs, social media fics, funeral-themed fics(!???), and a myriad of food-themed fics. 

I really hope you enjoy this selection of hilarious silly clever witty cracky takes on Tomarrymort 🤍

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Tomarrymort Crack Recs

A Slice of Heaven by jellybeantarot (M, 3k, complete)

Tom is a sex worker under an agency that masks as a pizzeria, Harry orders a large sausage pizza, and yep, that's a dick in a pizza box.

almost got in a knife fight after work (a thread) / things i’ve learned since dating knife boy (a follow-up thread) by chaoscookiescrimes  (T, 2k, complete)

just Harry @'thechosenone' All im saying is a pocketknife is a purchase you’ll almost never regret.

and they were roommates by @purplemineralwater (M, 3k, complete)

Tom and Harry, roommates and stars of Gogglebox, are adored by their fans. Unbeknown to them, the fans of the show want them to be more than friends.

cam and get it by @swoontodeath (E, 3k, WIP)

Harry Potter isn't one for pornography. He's got a perfectly adequate imagination, thank you very much, not to mention a fully functional right hand. One accidental glimpse of Tom Riddle's arse, though, threatens to change everything.

Coffee Moste Evile by @wynnefic (T, 4k, complete)

After graduating Hogwarts, Tom finds work at Borgin & Burke's, where he diligently sells the darkest of arts(-themed coffee and pastries).

Dark Lord Coffee by @being-luminous (T, 4k, complete)

In which Voldemort runs his empire from a coffee shop, and wizards are generally very ridiculous.

Dearly Beloved by @wynnefic (T, 3k, complete)

Worn down after countless demands, Harry breaks and finally goes on a date with the incredibly ostentatious, vain, and self-absorbed Tom Marvolo Riddle the Third. A few days later, he attends Tom's funeral, which goes much better.

Do You Want Fries With That? (part 1) / Tom's Time Has Fry-nally Come (part 2) by jellybeantarot (T, 16k, complete)

Harry really needed some money, Dumbledore needed someone to dress up as Wendy, and Tom was the only one with the desperation to be Ronald McDonald.

found you sleeping in my coffin by @the-wig-is-a-metaphor (M, 6k, complete)

Harry gets turned into a vampire. For better or worse, Tom is there to help.

Full circle by tetsurashian (NR, 67k, WIP)

Harry and Tom’s souls are tied together. Which is why they’re in this endless loop of rebirth. At some point, they stopped caring and just started fucking with people.

Harry James [Redacted] by @duplicitywrites (T, 24k, WIP)

It had been three weeks since Harry had mistakenly landed in the 1970s, given his name to Dumbledore as Harry James, and been re-Sorted as a Slytherin. He's now broken the timeline, busted his parents' first date, and potentially botched his chances of ever being born. And, just maybe, he's also caught the attention of a certain rising Dark Lord.

Harry Potter and the—Well, Anything But This by @cindle-writes (E, 21k, WIP)

It’s 12 years after the war has ended that Death sends Harry back in time to fix the timeline and save his soulmate. Except there's one catch. Harry has to start over again from his first year.

Hiss Hiss by @vdoshu (G, 1k, complete)

Harry goes to buy himself a pet for Christmas. Tom sees this as an opportunity.

Inventing Paradoxes (part 1) / Deconstructing Paradoxes (part 2) by @perhaps-sunlight (G, 75k, complete)

When budding Dark Lord Tom Riddle overhears a prophecy predicting his demise at the hands of Harry Potter, he hatches a devious and brilliant plan: befriend the enemy, master the power-that-he-knows-not, and then eliminate him.

Keeping Your Human-Child Horcrux Happy in Captivity; A Guide to Enrichment (part 1) / The Horcrux Hotline (part 2) by @cannibalinc (M, 9k, complete)

A self-improvement series for Dark Lords with troublesome human-horcruxes. 

Local Preteens Entrap Murderous Wraith (You Won’t Believe What Happens Next) by @being-luminous (T, 22k, complete)

Harry, Ron, and Hermione discover a spell. They decide to perform it, and no one is pleased with the result.

Magically Delicious by @dividawrites, @duplicitywrites (E, 10k, complete)

Draco Malfoy is selling 'Voldemort Bathwater Boxes' at Hogwarts for questionable, unknown reasons. Harry is more curious than he should be, and this has disastrous consequences for everyone... but mostly for Harry.

no amount of therapy can help by @the-wig-is-a-metaphor (G, 2k, WIP)

The entire internet is aware of occultist youtuber Lord Voldemort's infatuation with niche content creator JustHarry. The entire internet is baffled.

no helping hand by TheOnceandFutureQueenofTarts (M, 2k, complete)

Harry just wants to have a wank; Voldemort just wants to make that as difficult and unsatisfying as possible.

Once a Paw a Time by @youlighttheskyfanfiction (T, 3k, complete)

In which Tom is still Tom, and Harry is a black cat intent on making Tom miserable. Or happy. Who knows? Certainly not Harry the cat who is absolutely just a normal cat.

Oversight by @dividawrites (E, 21k, WIP)

Voldemort’s resurrection ritual doesn’t go as smoothly as he’d planned. He requires assistance and there’s only one person he can ask—the boy tied to his father’s gravestone.

Prison Blues by @metalomagnetic (E, 68k, WIP)

Harry and Voldemort find themselves locked up in a mysterious prison.

r/AITA by @seagate-blog (G, 3k, complete)

A budding relationship seen through the eyes of Reddit posts.

Right in Front of My Salad? by IceLynx (T, 2k, complete)

In which Draco Malfoy is dead in the kitchen, Harry is regretting moving in with his boyfriend, and Tom has never been more in love.

Stories Told at Your Funeral by IceLynx (G, 5k, complete)

Tom Riddle fakes his death. To Harry Potter, the man in charge of Tom's funeral, it's all very vexing. Harry might be an undertaker, but this is a very different undertaking.

Terms and Conditions May Apply by @duplicitywrites (T, 17k, WIP)

Lord Voldemort gets one chance at a new life. This new chance comes with a lot of conditions.

The Potter Problem by Icefall (T, 8k, complete)

During his twenty-fourth time loop, Lord Voldemort meets Harry Potter at a Muggle nightclub.

The Way to a Man’s Heart by @mosiva (T, 26k, complete)

Tom has an unknown nemesis. Harry has Tom’s lunch.

The Voice of Victory by @vdoshu (T, 3k, complete)

Lord Voldemort loves a good villain speech. Harry’s just the sort to interrupt him.

Thigh High by @kushimanii (T, 400, complete)

There, covering Harry’s long, smooth legs, were the most horrifying things Tom had ever seen. And Harry was lying in their bed with them. Tom knew what his new Boggart was.

Until Midnight Comes by @dividawrites (E, 26k, complete)

A few years after the war Harry reluctantly attends a party at Malfoy Manor. He drinks a few too many and runs into a handsome man called Tom. What happens after is definitely not a drunken error in judgement—it’s love at first, blurry sight instead.

Welcome to the Cultys by @duplicitywrites (E, 12k, WIP)

Harry had two main regrets in his life: 1. Asking the question “What if I set up a mock awards show to get cult leaders to show up for my thesis study?” 2. Responding with “That is hilarious” when Ron had suggested they call the awards show 'The Cultys'.

Would You Still Love Me? by @chiocchi (M, comic/artwork, WIP)

"Harry, would you still love me if I was a snake?" Harry knows how this question works. No matter how deranged and unreasonable it is, he has to say yes. A notion he may come to regret once Tom's questions start to get darker and oddly specific.

yer a monster fucker, harry by @exarite (M, 3k, complete)

Voldemort suggests they fake a relationship. It's a reasonable suggestion, so of course Harry says yes.

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[pasukiyo]

I looove the one with Riddle and Quidditch reader. What do you think about writing something with the “I knew you were trouble when you walked in” Taylor? I can see him fitting perfectly in the line and the song you know some angst but in the end we all know they both fall for each other but everything’s up to you if you feel it!

𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 | tom riddle

tom riddle x f!reader word count: 4,054 words warnings: smut and angst summary: tom riddle was trouble. you knew it, at least, deep down. but when he touched you like this, how could you possibly let him go?

 The bell above the door to Borgin and Burkes rang as it opened, and Tom Riddle knew exactly who it was without even having to turn around.

 “It’s you,” he said over his shoulder as he lifted the small locket he was inspecting, hearing the click of her heels against the stone as she approached. It was silent for a few moments, save for the sound of his handkerchief on the metal of the locket Tom was cleaning and he cocked an eyebrow, glancing over his shoulder to where she stood, shaky hands clasped together and resting on the top of the counter. When she noticed he was looking she blinked, peering down at her fingers. 

 “Yes,” she replied, “I… I wanted to…” as she tried to find the right words to say, she realized that she didn't really know why she was here. She didn’t know why she always came running back to him, putting herself in danger just to slip into the shadows of Knockturn Alley— just to see him. But no matter how hard she tried, she could never stay away from Tom Riddle— he was just too addicting and she was unfortunate enough to be smitten. “…I wanted to see you.”

 The corner of Tom’s lips twitched and he carefully set the necklace back down on the counter, dusting his hands off with the second handkerchief hanging out of his back pocket. “Is that right?” He said teasingly as he sauntered his way to the counter, resting his elbows beside her hands, leaning on them for support. “Well then, I’m flattered.”

 Her eyelids fluttered when she dared to meet his gaze, heat spreading like a wildfire across her chest, trailing down to pool between her legs. Her feet shifted beneath her weight and she blinked, glimpsing down at the necklace he was tinkering with moments before. 

 “That’s a beautiful necklace,” she murmured, nodding towards where it sat between them. Tom peered down at it, now leaning on a single elbow as he eyed the locket, the green snake on the top shimmering even in the dim candlelight. “Yes, it was my mother’s,” he replied, scooping the locket back into his palm, turning the pendant over in his fingers. 

 She eyed it again, a small smile creeping upon her lips. Tom never talked much of his family— this was a first. “It’s gorgeous,” she said again. “Is it a locket?” 

 Tom hummed in reply, glancing back over to where she stood, a smile of his own creeping upon his lips. “Come closer,” he said, beckoning her forth. She blinked at him, her hesitation locking her limbs in place. But when Tom called her forth once again, his dark eyes warm, inviting even, she let her eyelids flutter shut, willing herself to stay calm as she braved a few steps closer. Tom furrowed his brows as he circled around the counter, coming up to stand beside her. 

 “Why do you always seem so nervous?” He questioned and she watched as his hand fell upon her shoulder, his skin melting down into hers. Her breath hitched at the base of her throat and she inhaled a sharp breath, glimpsing back at him. “I’m… I’m not…”

 “You are,” he muttered close to her ear, the pad of his thumb soothing over the curve of her shoulder. “You can relax with me, you know,” he tittered, as he removed his hand, her skin cool without his warmth. In the next moment, the locket was coming down before her vision, and only when he began to fasten it around her neck was it that it occurred to her that he was giving it to her. 

 “There,” he murmured, wiping her hair from her neck with one hand and with the other, reaching for a small mirror on the corner of the counter, holding it up before her. Her reflection stared back at her and she eyed the locket on her chest, glancing back to Tom’s reflection. “You look beautiful,” he whispered against the shell of her ear, his breath hot and making her bones quake. 

 “It’s… it’s beautiful, Tom, but I couldn’t possibly—“

 “I want you to have it. It’s yours,” he interrupted, his palms dropping to circle around her elbows as he turned her to face him, their stomachs touching. For a moment, all was silent, and the world seemed to spin behind them the longer she stared into the voids of his pupils. She blinked and her lips broke apart when he reached a hand to the crown of her head, swiping a loose strand of hair away from her face. 

  “I want to see you tonight. Will you meet me back here later?”

 She blinked at him, feeling as though she’d melt right then and there. The brooding, handsome Borgin and Burkes clerk’s dark, piercing gaze sent her down into a spiral, his stare so intense, she felt weak-kneed. She shifted her feet beneath her weight as she broke their gaze, glancing around the empty shop and observing the items that lined the shelves. Dread crept down her spine until she eventually looked away altogether, swallowing the ball of saliva resting at the base of her throat back down. 

  “Here?” She replied in a whisper, mustering enough courage to meet his stare once more. Tom Riddle tilted his head, an almost knowing gleam in his eye that made her stomach churn. “Yes. Is that a problem?”

 Again, she glanced away, peering out the window and into the shadow that was Knockturn Alley, a shiver slithering down the coil of her spine at the thought of the place after dark. It wasn’t until he gave her elbow a soft squeeze and grabbed her chin with his thumb and forefinger that she dared to meet his gaze once again, staring wide-eyed up at him.  

 “You’ve nothing to be afraid of,” he murmured, the pad of his thumb soothing over her arm. Her eyes surged into his and she made the mistake of letting herself fall deeper into his sea of obsidian, suddenly losing track of time until she realized she was already lost completely. “You are safe as long as you are with me. You know that, don’t you?”

 It wasn’t anything to do with the way he said it. It was something about the darkness in his eyes, the chills his stare sent down her body that made her feel like she was making a mistake. And she knew she was. She knew all too well that getting involved with Tom Riddle was trouble— he’d changed since Hogwarts. 

 And she knew it.

 But still, she didn’t run. She didn’t hide. 

 How could she when something as simple as his touch made her feel so good?

 Her breath shook as she inhaled and her vision made its steady trek from his wrist down to the cuff of his black button-up’s sleeve, eyeing the veins erecting from his pale skin. Her gaze lingered over his upper arm, studying the way his sleeve hugged his bicep over and over again until the image could be burned in her memory. When she dared to trail her stare up his chest and over his chin until their eyes surged into one another, the pad of Tom’s thumb soothed over the flesh of her bottom lip as it quivered. 

 “Yes,” she finally whispered in reply. “I trust you.”

 Tom didn’t blink, but something most definitely shifted in his eyes, like a shadow casting over, eclipsing whatever little light was left inside. She was shrouded in darkness now, his shadow penetrating her mind and ridding every lurking suspicion she had. All she could think about now was Tom and how much she couldn’t wait for him to touch her tonight. 

 The corner of his lips curved into a half smile. “Good.”

 The bell above the door rang when it opened and she blinked down at their joined hands, gasping and pushing away from him all at once. She was frozen, staring wide-eyed into Tom’s dark gaze as his eyes linger for just a moment longer on her until he glanced away, curling his lips into a smile at the customer. 

 “Mr Malfoy! A pleasure to see you again, sir,” Tom greeted a tall, slender man with shoulder length platinum blonde hair as he circled around the counter to stand behind it once again. The man sauntered his way towards where she stood, coming to a halt beside her. She snuck a glance from the corner of her eye at the man just in time to catch his gaze, her cheeks flooding with color once more as she looked away, locking her fingers in front of her hips and eyeing the ground below her feet. 

 “Oh please, Tom, you make me feel too old with all the formalities,” Mr Malfoy tittered, waving a hand. “Abraxas will do just fine.” Tom emitted a breathy laugh and nodded, clasping his hands together. “Of course. What can I do for you today, Abraxas?”

 Again, Abraxas Malfoy glanced over to the woman beside him from the corner of his eyes and she felt her stomach flip when she jumped pushing away from the counter. The two men watched as she shuffled back towards the door, the cool metal of the knob jabbing at the small of her back and she gasped, moving to clasp her hand over it instead.

 “I… I should be going now,” she managed to say, twisting the door handle and pulling it open. She grasped at the pendant of the locket on her neck as Tom’s smile widened, tilting his head. “I take it I’ll see you tonight then?” He asked, voice deep and calm, as smooth as silk and sweet like honey. Her molars sunk into the inside of her cheek and she bowed her head in a nod. “Yes. I’ll be seeing you.”

 And then she was gone, slipping into the shadows of Knockturn Alley with her head down as she weaved her way through the street until she was finally back in the light of Diagon Alley. Her heart was pounding against her chest and she panted, suddenly feeling short of breath. 

 She didn’t know why she always went back, why she could never stay away. It was as if she were bewitched, like Tom Riddle had her under a spell, some sort of wicked, twisted trance. And how could she break herself from it when her heart swelled for him, when he touched her like she was a treasure, when he treated her like maybe, just maybe, he loved her too?

 She wandered up and down the streets of Diagon Alley for hours until it was time to meet him again, unable to shake her thoughts of Tom. He was like a shadow always lingering in the back of her mind, a ghost haunting her, possessing her until she was completely and utterly his. His mother’s locket around her neck only made her think of him more, made her feel for him more. Each step she took made her burn for him, every breath she took made her yearn for him even more. 

 And soon, she was back in Knockturn Alley, its shadows beckoning her forth into its open arms, snatching her from the warmth of Diagon Alley. The streets of the alley were just as she had expected them to be, and she clutched the necklace to her chest to help ease her nerves. With her head bowed, she finally made her way to the front steps of Borgin and Burkes, her fingers circling the doorknob. 

 Her chest burned with the breath she hadn't even realized she’d been holding in as she twisted the knob, peeling the door open to reveal the inside of the shop. It was darker inside now— no light flooded through its windows, leaving the only source of light coming from a candle set on the counter where Tom would usually be. As she stepped inside and glanced around, she realized that he was nowhere in sight— she seemed to be alone. 

 Anxiety weighed like a boulder on her chest and she parted her lips, his name heavy on the tip of her tongue. “…Tom?” She called into the empty shop, willing him to appear. She shuffled her feet closer together as the door swung shut behind her and she jumped, gasping as the sound permeated the shop. 

 She called his name again, her heart thrusting harder against her chest now, her ever-growing lump of anxiety in her chest spreading to the base of her throat, rendering her speechless. 

 “You came.”

 She nearly jumped from her skin at the feeling of hot, lingering breath over her ear, pivoting around on her heel with the hairs on the back of her neck erect to face the source of the voice. And there Tom Riddle stood in all his haunting glory, the darkness suiting him rather nicely. 

 His eyes were as dark as ever, illuminated solely by the candlelight on the other end of the room. She could feel his gaze consuming her, his darkness pulling her into its bottomless void, and she felt featherlight, weak. 

 “Of… of course,” she replied, flinching when he stepped forward, outstretching an arm to reach for her. Tom blinked, his fingertips soft as they caressed the hot skin of her cheek, drawing her in near enough that he could cradle her face in the palm of his hand. He was closer now and she stared up at him, unable to decipher where his pupils began and his irises ended. 

 “You are so…” he began, his eyes trailing down her body, fluttering his lashes when he looked back up at her. Her breath hitched at the base of her throat when his lips parted again to say. “…obedient.”

 His gaze was intense, so hot she felt she’d melt in pools of magma at his feet. She gulped the ball of saliva back down her throat as his other hand reached for the pendant on her chest, soothing his fingers over the shape of the snake. She flushed when he touched her, a flood of color surging to her cheeks with each brush of his skin against hers. Tom noticed when she shuddered, the corner of his lips quirking in a smirk. 

 “Always so nervous,” he muttered, stepping closer until his body was flush with hers, his breath hot as it loomed over her skin like smoke. “I told you you can relax around me.”

 Her breath shuddered when she nodded, her eyes falling upon his lips and never before has she wanted to kiss him more than now. Tom’s thumb soothed over her chin as his fingers curled around her jaw, drawing her in nearer until her lips were enveloped with his own. She gripped onto his elbows for support as he stepped forward, pushing her until the side of the counter hit the small of her back. 

 Tom loomed over her like a tower as he kissed her harder, pulling her in even deeper into him. His tongue was warm in her mouth as it exploded, grazing against her teeth and she moaned into him, burrowing her fingernails into the skin of his forearms exposed beneath his rolled sleeve. 

 His hips were surging into hers, a spark igniting between her legs at the feeling of his erection prodding against her and Tom pulled away, pink lips glossy and slick with saliva. Her chest heaved as she chased air back into her lungs while his fingertips traced a trail down her neck and to her shoulders, all the way down to the shoulders of her dress. Her skin littered with goosebumps when he tugged the material down until it fell limp at her elbow, dragging his fingernails along her skin as he did the same to the other shoulder. 

 “Beautiful,” Tom murmured beneath his breath as he undid the rest of her dress, letting it look at her feet. She shuddered as the cool air hit her flesh, her cheeks warming at his words as he grasped her hand, guiding her out of the mess of fabric beneath her. Tom’s lips were back on her in an instant, his palms feeling up her waist as he kissed just below her ear, her jaw falling slack and her eyelids fluttering closed when he trailed down to her throat. 

 “T… Tom?” She mewled when his hands slithered around her waist and grabbed ahold, lifting her from the ground. She snaked her arms around his neck as he set her down on the top of the counter, her knees on either side of his waist as he kissed down, down, down her body, through the valley of her breasts, past her belly, all the way to the treasure between her legs. 

 She squeezed her eyes closed and threw her head back when he kissed just above her aching clit, making her throb for him, making her yearn for him. Tom gazed up at her through hooded lids, a shadow casting down over his face, even if she couldn’t see. His tongue teased a few circles around her clit before ultimately collecting it in his mouth altogether, making her writhe, making her beg. 

 Tom released her clit, his tongue moving to lick a stripe up from the underside instead. She clawed at the wooden countertop, her fingernails sure to leave marks. 

 Tom adored her like this— under his control, weak, reliant on him. He adored the way she tasted, how sweet she was on the tip of his tongue. He adored how she looked when he ravished her, how teary-eyed she’d get, how her skin would heat up, how her jaw would go slack in pleasure. 

 He’d miss this. 

 As much as it pained him to admit it, he would. 

 “You taste so sweet,” he murmured against her skin as he trailed kisses back up her body, back between the valley of her breasts, all the way to the locket resting on her throat. He eyed the green snake in the middle, suddenly painfully aware of what he had been planning to do all along. 

 Tom pressed his lips together in a firm, thin line as he pulled away, working at the buttons of his shirt and she watched as he peeled his clothes off of his body, layer by layer. He reached into his trouser pocket to fetch his wand, carefully placing it beside her before stripping them from his legs, carefully stepping out of them until he, too, was completely nude, standing in all his glory before her. 

 Even through the murkiness of her mind and the haze in her vision, she admired how he looked, all pale skin and toned muscle. He was a work of art, a masterpiece carved by the gods themselves. How lucky she was to have him as her canvas. 

 Her gaze trailed down his stomach to the erection between his legs, his tip red and furious, the veins prodding up against the skin of his shaft. She felt something blossom in her chest at the way it twitched before he took himself in his hand, giving himself a few pumps as his hungry eyes ravished her body. It was a tenderness she could only ever remember feeling with him— even in spite of all her suspicion around him. 

 But when Tom steadied himself between her legs and the head of his cock pushed ever so gently against her slit, she thought to herself: how could she ever have suspected him of such terrible things? How could he possibly be bad if he touched her like this, if he kissed her like this, if he fucked her like this?

 Her fingernails etched crescent moons into the skin between his shoulder blades as she pressed her breasts flush against his chest, squeezing her eyelids shut and resting her chin on the breadth of his shoulder. Her breath was hot against his, her kisses even hotter. 

 Tom grunted as he set his pace, not too slow, not too fast, calculated, firm. For a moment, he let himself be lost in the pleasure, let himself go for the sake of his lust. He reached for his wand where it lay beside her, the white yew weighing heavy in his hand, and his wrist wobbled as he held it up to point between her shoulder blades. The incantation of the killing curse sat heavy on the tip of his tongue, but unable to emit. 

 There was a fire burning in his chest the longer he stayed thrusting inside of her, the more she squeezed and clenched around him, the more she whined and whimpered, asking him for more. There was a fluttery feeling in his heart that he could only feel with her, driving him even more mad, sending him further down into a spiral. 

 But it wasn’t until she parted her lips to speak that he realized just how far he had gone. 

 “Oh, Tom! I… I can’t… I… I love you!”

 Tom snapped his eyelids open, suddenly aware of his surroundings, suddenly aware of the locket around her neck, suddenly aware of the wand he clutched in his hand. And suddenly, he was aware of the pounding of his heart, of the dread creeping down his spine, of the burning of tears in his eyes. 

 And suddenly, he realized that he loved her too. 

 Tom’s cheeks warmed with color and he hissed, a string of curses slipping past his lips as he quickened his pace, his thrusts harder, faster, rougher. No longer was he the calm, cool, collected Tom Riddle most had come to know. That she knew. 

 No. Tom was an angry man now. He was a heartbroken man. 

 It wasn’t fair… how could it have ended up like this? 

 How could he, Tom Marvolo Riddle, the future of the wizarding world, have allowed himself a weakness? How could he have let himself do the very thing he told himself he never would— fall in love?

 Why couldn’t his heart stop burning for her? Why did he find it so difficult to let her go? Why was he hesitating?

 “Tom, fuck! I’m… I’m going to… I’m…”

 She was so close, on the brink of climax, so close to spilling herself all over him, so close to the end. Tom bit at the inside of his cheek, trying to will his tears to stay in his eyes— he was running out of time. 

 His grip on her waist tightened as he fucked her harder, pushed her even closer to the edge, at the same time, chasing his own end. He’d have to decide— risk everything he’d been working so hard for until it all became all for naught, or follow through with his plans, kill her, and leave himself to deal with a broken heart?

 His wand threatened to slip from his hand.

 But then, the locket pressed against his chest when she cried, pulling herself closer into his body, letting herself go for him, her warmth coating his cock until he too saw white. 

 And then he saw red.

 Tom inhaled a sharp breath as he tightened his grip around his wand, blinking past the haze of tears as he wrapped his opposite arm around her neck, hugging her to his chest. Her eyelids fluttered open and she sniffed, blinking back her own tears. Once the blurriness had melted from her vision, she could just make out their reflection in one of the mirrors across the room, her mind, at first, not believing the sight staring back at her. 

 It was her face staring back at her next to the back of Tom’s head, a cream colored object poking its head from just behind her ear. 

 Her lips fell apart in a gasp when she realized what it was. 

 Tom’s lips trembled before his face fell, ridding his face of emotion despite angry fire raging through his rib cage. 

 “Avada Kedavra,” he whispered, barely managing to recite the incantation. She relaxed in his arms, her body falling limp against his, lifeless. Tom sunk his teeth down into the flesh of his bottom lip as his eyes burned with the bitter sting of tears once more, reaching behind her neck to unfasten Salazar Slytherin’s locket, his fourth Horcrux.

a/n; um so... i finally finished this fic LMAOO only took me like two weeks! anyways, i hope you enjoyed this fic! and i hope it was what you were hoping for anon! i'm sorry if it seems a little rushed, i was struggling to gain the motivation to write but i'm so happy i finally finished! love writing taylor inspired fics teehee

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@oliviajdjarin @darkmoviesquotespizza @lyis @upsidedownspidey

#tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle fic #tom riddle smut #wizarding world #harry potter #harry potter fandom #harry potter imagine #harry potter fic #tom riddle x you #voldemort #voldemort x reader

[hptvnetworkfest]

Claiming and Prompt Ideas

Thinking about creating for the HPTV Network Fest and don't know what to write? You're in luck! The mods of the HPTV Fest have come up with some ideas for you. If something strikes your fancy, simply fill out the Claiming Form by 17 June! (Multiple people can write about the same reality TV show or trope! Each work will be unique!)

Pimp My Broomstick

Madam Malkin's Next Top Model

Made in Hogsmeade

Keeping Up With the (your favorite wizarding family here)

19 and Counting with (your favorite wizarding family here)

The Real Housewives of Diagon Alley (or Wizarding Britain!)

The Dragon Wranglers of Wales

Wand Wars (Robot Wars but for duelists)

House Elves' Kitchen (Kreacher is Gordon Ramsay)

Survivor: Forbidden Forest

The Potions Apprentice (Snape)

The Gringotts Apprentice (Griphook)

Who Wants to be a Galleonaire?

Dance Moms for Purebloods

Undercover Boss: Barty Crouch at Hogwarts

The Simple Life: The Black Sisters

Gilderoy Lockhart's Wizarding Eye (fashion goes from tragic to magic)

The Bachelor, Bachelorette, Golden Bachelor with your favorite character

Storage Wars: Knockturn Alley Edition

Say Yes to the Dress Robes

Dancing (Quidditch) With the Stars

Cash in the Attic (but Mundungus is stealing)

Long Island Medium hosted by Trelawney

Wizarding Britain's Supernanny Meets Draco Malfoy

Finding Bigfoot/Crumple-Horned Snorkacks by the Lovegoods

Love Behind Azkaban Bars/Love After Lockup at Azkaban

The Real World: Hogsmeade

Aurors (Cops but Aurors)

Big Brother

Death Eater Wives (Basketball Wives)

World's Deadliest Prisons hosted by Sirius Black

Geordie/Jersey Shore (choose your family)

Hippogriff Dynasty (Hagrid family)

The Dragon Whisperer with Charlie Weasley

90 Day Fiancé (your OTP)

Catfish (your BroTP)

The Great British Bake Off hosted by Dobby

Who Do You Think You Are? pureblood edition

Trauma: Life at the ER of St. Mungo's

Dumbledore's Drag Race

Wife Swap (Narcissa and Molly, Petunia and Lily, etc)

My Strange Addiction with your favorite character

Sister Wives but it's Aberforth and his goats

Wizarding TMZ hosted by Rita Skeeter

Crufts (international dog show) but for kneazles

I Want to Marry "Harry" Potter

Haunted House Hunters: Riddle Mansion, Gaunt Shack, Wool's Orphanage

Borgin and Burke's Pawnstars

Married at First Sight: Pureblood & Muggleborn

Extreme Makeover hosted by Walburga's portrait

#hptv network fest #hptv fest #hp fests #reality tv #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #hp fanfiction #hp fanfic #harry potter fandom

[indigo-scarf]

Lucius did NOT want Draco to be a Death Eater

In my last meta, I explained why Draco DID want to be a Death Eater, rather than being forced into it. In this one, I will argue that Lucius not only did not coerce Draco, but was actually opposed to his son’s taking the Mark — and for this too the story is more compelling and tragic.

Lucius’s actions suggest he became a Death Eater more out of self-interest than ardent devotion to Voldemort or his cause. For Lucius, joining the Death Eaters seems more like a pragmatic matter of being wherever power and privilege are. 

Of course he believed in pureblood supremacy, but he wouldn’t die for it, like Bellatrix. He was also not disenfranchised like Snape, so it’s not like Voldemort was his only option. Voldemort was simply a convenient option at the time, but Lucius wasn’t that attached.

That’s why he doesn’t stay loyal to Voldemort after he loses the First War. As soon as there’s nothing in it for him, Lucius dips out: “[Malfoy’s family] were some of the first to come back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. Said they’d been bewitched” (PS6).

Between the wars, then, Lucius forgets about Voldemort and simply puts his efforts towards other sources of influence: joining the Hogwarts Board of Governors, currying political favour through “donations to excellent causes” (GF36)...

He even acts directly against Voldemort’s wishes by smuggling Tom Riddle’s diary into Hogwarts. As Dumbledore tells Harry:

Lucius was supposed to wait for Voldemorts sayso [...]. No doubt he thought that Lucius would not dare do anything with the Horcrux other than guard it carefully, but he was counting too much upon Lucius’s fear of a master who had been gone for years and whom Lucius believed dead. [...] Had Lucius known he held a portion of his masters soul in his hands, he would undoubtedly have treated it with more reverence — but instead he went ahead and carried out the old plan for his own ends. By planting the diary upon Arthur Weasleys daughter, he hoped to discredit Arthur and get rid of a highly incriminating magical object in one stroke. (HBP23)

Lucius gets away with that for the time, and by the 1994 Quidditch World Cup he’s feeling unstoppable, gathering with the old Death Eaters in a highly public place to torture Muggles for sport. However, he’s in for a brutal surprise when Voldemort returns:

“Lucius, my slippery friend,” [Voldemort] whispered, halting before him. “I am told that you have not renounced the old ways, though to the world you present a respectable face. [...] Your exploits at the Quidditch World Cup were fun, I daresay… but might not your energies have been better directed toward finding and aiding your master? [...] You have disappointed me… I expect more faithful service in the future.” (GF33)

Plus, says Dumbledore:

“[Voldemort] was not aware, for instance, that the diary had been destroyed until he forced the truth out of Lucius Malfoy. When Voldemort discovered that the diary had been mutilated and robbed of all its powers, I am told that his anger was terrible to behold.” (HBP23)

So Lucius is fully aware that he is on thin ice with Voldemort. Retrieving the prophecy from the DoM is his chance to regain his standing, but that goes horrifically for him:

“Ah, poor Lucius… what with Voldemorts fury about the fact that he threw away the Horcrux for his own gain, and the fiasco at the Ministry last year, I would not be surprised if he is not secretly glad to be safe in Azkaban at the moment.” (HBP23)

At this point, Lucius surely realises that being a Death Eater isn’t the advantageous pursuit it once was, at least not for him. So why would he want to bring his son aboard a sinking ship?

Lucius has high expectations for Draco’s future: in the same scene where he berates Draco for not being top of his class, he also says, “I hope my son will amount to more than a thief or a plunderer, Borgin” (CS4). In the past, he might have imagined joining Voldemort would bring Draco the prestige he dreamed for his son, but by now that has no reason to remain the case.

Although Lucius’s love for Draco isn’t the healthiest, he never wanted harm to come to him. In the Nimbus 2001s and Buckbeak incidents, Lucius shows concern for Draco’s well-being, even if it might be mixed with pride and possessiveness. Lucius is not Bellatrix, who “would be glad to give [her sons] up to the service of the Dark Lord!” (HBP2) — Lucius’s son is his.

Proud, arrogant Lucius also wouldn’t want to rely on Draco to save the family. For one thing, it would only compound on Lucius’s post-DoM humiliation to need his sixteen-year-old son to fix his mistakes, to allow his son to be more competent than him.

For another, Lucius struggles to believe Draco is competent at all. As mentioned, Lucius does have high expectations of Draco, but at the same time he’s very worried that Draco can’t fulfil them. So, when it comes to being a teen Death Eater — something many people justifiably doubt Draco’s capacity for — Lucius would likely be sceptical, too.

This lack of validation is the root of Draco’s daddy issues, and that’s precisely what Voldemort exploits to concoct a beautifully evil scheme.

Voldemort lures Draco into serving him by promising Draco the recognition he never got from his father. Everyone else can tell that Draco isn’t expected to succeed (if Narcissa and Snape can, I don’t see how Lucius wouldn’t), but Draco is so desperate to prove his worth that he believes Voldemort. 

Thus, Lucius’s punishment is not simply that his son is endangered for Lucius’s failure as a Death Eater. The most cruel part of it is that Draco goes willingly — and that it’s Lucius’s own fault for his failure as a father.

It’s also thematically more logical that Lucius not be in control of the situation. He starts out as a cunning man who can manipulate his way out of anything and pull all the right strings to get what he wants, but then his arc is about losing all that due to his hubris.

After the DoM, the fitting plan for Lucius would be to distance himself and his family from Voldemort, just as he did after the First War — only now that’s no longer possible. “Slippery” Lucius can’t slip away this time, because he’s literally trapped in prison. 

He has been caught by the Light side, invoked the wrath of the Dark Lord, and now he can only watch impotently as the bigoted and callous upbringing he inflicted on Draco leads his son to towards his death.

In the end, Lucius loses command of his estate, loses his wand, loses his dignity, and very nearly loses his son. The puppet master becomes Voldemort’s helpless puppet himself.

Draco, meanwhile, tried so hard to make his father proud, but only ended up feeling more incompetent than ever. He made mistakes with lifelong consequences, while everyone, including his father, could see that he was only getting played for a naïve boy.

#lucius malfoy #draco malfoy #hp meta #my stuff

[saintsenara]

Hello! I've been loving the ship asks. I saw you mention Lucius/Arthur in a previous post (for Dron 🙌🏼) and was wondering if you would be willing to expand. I love this ship so so much but I haven't come across many other Luthur shippers 😍. That bookshop scene in CoS though, just saying 👀

thank you so much for the ask, @lumosatnight - absolutely delighted to find someone else who has the exceptional taste to see the potential lurking in lucius malfoy/arthur weasley.

i don't have a huge manifesto for this one - although many of the things i mentioned when yelling about my dron agenda also apply for luthur. they're written to be different ends of the spectrum of the same personality type - and, especially, written to have mirrored attitudes towards their role in wizarding society and their duty to their families and causes. they occupy mirrored roles in the war - which means they'll have mirrored experiences post-war, which would make the hurt/comfort slap. they occupy mirrored positions in harry, dumbledore, and fudge's lives. there is a lot of space in this ship for really dramatic political-intrigue-with-feelings stories.

but, most importantly, they - just like theirs sons - are fucking obsessed with each other. them beefing in the middle of the bookshop is iconic - not least because it comes directly on the back of arthur walking up diagon alley [having discovered that harry saw the malfoys in borgin and burkes] banging on about how much he'd love to have lucius arrested, and just before lucius slips the diary into ginny's cauldron so that he can neg arthur over a minor professional success by making his daughter a murderer. they spend half the series trying to one up each other - aided and abetted by ron and draco - often in ways which, even as the tone of the series gets darker, are just pure camp. arthur strutting into the manor to have a rummage in lucius' secret compartment... well, the smut writes itself...

and, as i've argued for dron, that silly, petty, campy tone allows them to be brought together in all sorts of settings in ways which feel not only fun but plausible. a big reason why lots of marauders-era enemies-to-lovers or rivals-to-lovers pairings always feel a bit dull to me is that the characters selected usually lack that sort of 'i claim to hate you and yet could recite, from memory, everything you've eaten for dinner for a month' spark [james couldn't pick regulus out of a lineup, be real]. but luthur do - and that could lend itself so well not only to a bit of fluffy high-school crack but to a first war things-aren't-serious-until-they-are fic that it depresses me i've never found one.

plus, ron and draco having to confront the idea of their dads snogging is excellent.

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #luthur #lucius malfoy #arthur weasley #i ship it

[theresthesnitch]

For the @wolfstarmicrofic word antiquity, 665 words

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The tiny bell over the door tinkles as he walks through, alerting the staff to his presence. The proprietor pops his head out from the back of the shop, and his face immediately lights up when he sees Sirius. “Hello, Mr. Lupin.”

He looks like he has been hard at work on something. His sandy colored curls are frizzed up a bit, with a few stuck to his forehead. His cheeks are a bit rosy, almost enough to hide his freckles, but Sirius can still see a dusting of them there. He also has a smudge of something dark on his nose that he seems unaware of.

“Lord Black, I’m so glad you could come. I’ve got something for you in the back.”

He disappears again without another word, and Sirius is left to look around the shop.

Despite its humble appearance, Sirius is rather fond of this place. He stumbled into it when he had been fed up with the simpering yet ineffectual nature of business at Borgin and Burke’s. Sure, he couldn’t do away with them entirely, not with the vast number of antiquities that the Black Estate held, which he is trying to reduce now that he runs the Family, but it was nice to remind them that he could, and would, take his business elsewhere.

“Here we are, sir,” he says, laying a box on the counter. “This is something really special, I think.”

Sirius walks over to see the now opened box in his hands, and a delicate silver ring sits in the middle. The stone at the center of the thin filigree creating intricate knots of carved silver is deceptive at first look. It’s an emerald, or so it appeared when he walked over, but the longer he looks at it, it seems to shift to garnet. “It’s beautiful, of course, but you’re going to have to tell me what it is, Mr. Lupin.”

“Right, of course. My apologies, Mr. Black.” Despite his apology, Lupin can’t stop smiling at the ring in front of him. “This is apparently the ring of Morgan le Fay, gifted to her by Merlin when they were both only twenty years old. According to the legend, the ring contains a sample of Merlin’s power, and Morgan wielded the ring against him in the Battle of Parthley Fortress.”

Sirius picks up the box, examining it closer. “That is fascinating. Is it true?”

“I’m working on certifying it, but at this point, I believe it is.” He claps his hands together and bounces on his toes, clearly excited over the piece. “You were the first person I thought of when it came in. I know that your family is descended from Merlin, so I thought that, perhaps, you would be interested in it.”

“Quite,” Sirius says, “though I feel like it would be a waste to leave it sitting in a box.”

“Oh, no,” he says, grabbing it back from Sirius. “It must be gifted. I’m sure that the person you love would greatly appreciate receiving it as a gift.”

Immediately, Sirius’s mind fills with the vision of slipping the ring on Lupin’s finger, which is ridiculous since they’ve never had a conversation that lasted more than ten minutes. “You think so?”

“Oh, yes, sir.” Lupin hands it back to Sirius. “I would love it if you gave it to me.” He immediately goes pink, as soon as the words leave his mouth, and Sirius wants to kiss the blush off of his face. “I mean, I’m sure that anyone you give it to would love it. Your partner will love it.”

Sirius smiles, setting the box on the counter again. He spins it so that it’s facing Lupin again, and he looks away like he is embarrassed to see it. “Perhaps you’re right.” Sirius nudges it back toward him. “If only I had someone to give it to.”

“You don’t?” Lupin asks, and there’s no small amount of hope in his voice.

“Not yet, anyway.”

#wolfstar #wolfstarmicrofic #remus lupin #sirius black #snitchwrites

[capriddle]

Voldemort Vs Grindelwald

I often see fans wondering who is more powerful between Voldemort and Grindelwald. Honestly, I have never asked myself this question because the answer seems too obvious to me. First of all, Voldemort is defined as the greatest dark wizard of all time, which would be enough to close the question but I will try to address it in points:

1 Magical Abilities: We know Grindelwald was a great wizard, sure, but could he have created 7 horcruxes? Would he be able to create an Inferi army? Would he be able to create a killing curse for Dumbledore too or a potion that he couldn't counteract? Would he have been able to fly without support? The point goes to Voldemort.

2 Confrontation with Dumbledore: Grindelwald faces Dumbledore in 1945, in a duel that remains in history, where he loses. Then he had the allegiance of the Elder Wand, and was up against an experienced but relatively young wizard. Voldemort duels with Dumbledore years later, when the latter had the allegiance of the wand. Dumbledore fails to defeat him. I've heard many say it's because Dumbledore was older, but magic doesn't work like that, you gain experience over time, so Dumbledore was even stronger than when he fought Grindelwald. Another point for Voldemort.

3 School: It may seem superfluous but Grindelwald was expelled from school, so he had less time to learn magic from professionals. Tom, as we know, was a model student, whose value was recognized by all. He again defeats Voldemort.

Bonus, Charisma: I've heard a lot of people define Grindelwald as more charismatic after seeing Fantastic Beasts. I'm not saying it's not true, just that they shouldn't be so quick to judge Grindelwald as more charismatic. First of all because we did not see Voldemort in the recruitment period, but only in the post Harry Potter period. In any case, we have addresses. First he gets the support of most pureblood families, despite being a halfblood himself, then he gets followed by various notoriously dangerous magical creatures such as giants and dementors. In his youth, when he chose to focus on his charm, he had the whole of Hogwarts at his feet and when he worked at Borgin and Burkes all the most particular clients were entrusted to him. He managed to approach Helena Ravenclaw, who was certainly known for her open character. And, finally, even when she was in Albania without a body he managed to get Raptor on her side. If this isn't charisma!

So, to conclude, for me Voldemort is undoubtedly more powerful and in an equal duel he would certainly win against Grindelwald.

#lord voldemort #tomriddle #voldemort #dark lord #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle #gellert grindelwald #albus dumbledore #harry potter series #harry potter book #fantastic beasts #dark wizard #powerful lord voldemort

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Fic Recs Wrap Up - July 2023(ノﾟ∀ﾟ)ノ⌒･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*☆

Harry Potter: DILF Hunter by Vukovich @vukovich

Auror Potter doesn’t know what a DILF is, but if Malfoy’s one, then Harry’s gonna be the Ministry’s best DILF Hunter ever! Or, five times Harry heard Draco was a DILF, and one time he found it to be pleasantly true. *All spelling errors are Harry’s, not the author’s. Rec Post

Witness Marks by gryffindorhearts @gryffindorhearts

No one comes to Cogg and Bell’s with a working clock. After all, it’s Draco’s job to repair what’s broken and put time – quite literally – back in order. When Harry Potter waltzes in a few decades after the War, red Head Auror robes flashing, Draco expected to serve as a consultant on a case. Instead, Harry offers him the broken Weasley family clock, and with it, the chance to live in the present for once. Rec Post

Bonded Consort by Lomonaaeren

Nineteen years ago, the Potters betrothed their firstborn child to the firstborn Malfoy child. Eighteen years ago, Voldemort was defeated for good. Seventeen years ago, the Potters changed the contract so that their secondborn child was substituted for their firstborn. Now, Draco Malfoy is trying to work out what happened. Rec Post

Blessed Are The Lambs (Do You Walk With Gabriel?) by Cannibalschism @cannibalschism

It’s been eight years of this. Eight years since the tug that drew Harry like the tide pulls the earth towards the Camerlengo and Vatican City. Eight years since he’d last felt what it was to think freely and not around the wretched, awful din. Eight years since the bars of his gilded cage had slammed shut around him all while the Camerlengo spun the key on his conniving finger. But it was today when Draco Malfoy walked into St. Peter’s Basilica, looking so young as though the years had passed him by, and smelling like pennies and dead leaves. Rec Post

I’ll Play Your Game by JayseHasNoGrace @jaysehasnograce

After quitting the Auror department at the ripe old age of twenty two, Harry Potter finds a nice, uneventful job in an apothecary. At least, it’s uneventful until his old rival Draco Malfoy comes into the shop. They strike up an unlikely friendship, which evolves into an increasingly convoluted scheme, which then snowballs spectacularly out of control into a tangle of lies and blurred lines. They’d agreed to a fake relationship — in Harry’s case, to get the wizarding world to take him off his ‘perfect saviour’ pedestal, and in Draco’s case, just to be given a chance in wizarding society at all — but neither of them expected just how difficult that might really turn out to be. Especially when the stakes grow ever higher, and they both start falling for each other. Just a little bit. Rec Post

Butterflies in Winter by Justlikewriting

Of course Harry had known that Malfoy’d been sent to Azkaban, but, to be honest, since the trials Harry hadn’t really thought of the git at all anymore. A random visit to Slug and Jiggers was about to drastically change that, though. And whose exactly were those letters that Harry found there? Rec Post

You Know the Feeling by iota @iota

Harry waits, but the hex never comes. In the mirror, Malfoy’s eyes dip shut, and he lets out a soft sound that goes right through Harry, heat rising in his body, pushing out against his chest. Malfoy turns slowly, careful not to dislodge Harry’s hand. He swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing, then speaks, his voice low. “Don’t start something you won’t finish.” *** Harry’s not sure why he’s started hooking up with Malfoy. Boredom, or the heat of the summer, maybe. Whatever it is, it’s nothing too complicated. Right? Rec Post

Here are a few more fics I've read recently that y'all might like to check out as well! (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

Release by maraudersaffair @maraudersaffair

After serving two years in Azkaban, Draco is ready to finally live his life on his own terms. He gets a job at Borgin and Burkes, rents a crummy flat in Knockturn, and begins seeking out fit Muggles to shag. Then one night Draco comes across a gorgeous man who’s tied himself up and stuck a message on the wall for any stranger to read: Free use. And what’s even better? The man resembles Harry Potter.

All Things Go by iota @iota

Draco’s back at Hogwarts by court order. Harry’s back for no particular reason at all. Some things change, some stay the same. Neither expects to spend eighth-year living in close quarters, playing rugby (poorly), staying up late, sneaking around, and finally figuring it all out.

The Inconvenient Death(s) of Harry Potter by nv-md (ANW815) @nv-md

Harry and Draco have spent the decade since the War avoiding each other, even as they’re forced to work together at the Ministry and their friend groups begin to alarmingly overlap. But what happens when Harry meets a tragic end (in a manner of speaking) and Draco’s the only one who can save him? Or Harry won’t stop dying, Draco’s had too much coffee, and there’s more than enough time for them to make a mess of each other’s lives.

Constellations on your skin by shushu_yaoi_lj @orange-peony

“I’m going to get my scars removed,” Draco announces on a rainy Wednesday afternoon. “Who are you seeing?” Blaise asks. “The best Healer out there,” Draco replies with a little shrug. “Harry Potter.”

and the world is tumbling down by thewakeless @thewakeless

Draco is thirty-five and content. He’s a writer, a painter, and has built a life for himself totally separate from the one he envisioned as a sullen, fearful boy at Hogwarts. Everything is calm—until his house begins trying to kill him.

The Cursed Manor by AhaMarimbas

Ophelia’s been a paranormal investigator for almost ten years, and she’s starting to run out of haunted and cursed sites to explore. When her eclectic roommate and assistant reveals that he owns a large, cursed Manor, Ophelia finds a lot more than just a new career opportunity.

the treehouse near primrose downs by softlystarstruck @softlystarstruck

Draco and Harry have been roommates for years, so buying a magical house in the countryside shouldn’t be a big difference. But in between fresh loaves of bread and beds of wildflowers, things start to fall into place.

( •ॢ◡-ॢ)-♡ I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I have! Happy reading, y’all! xoxo, Carey  (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*💜💙💚💛❤💗💕💖

#Fic recs Wrap Up July 2023 #Fic Recs Wrap Up #Drarry Fic Recs #drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #Fic Recs #Harry Potter fic recs #hp Fic Recs #Drarry fanfiction #drarry fic #hp fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #hp fic #drarry smut #smut #hp smut #harry potter fanfic #hp #harry potter fic #drarry squad #hp fanfic #drarry fanart #hp fanart #hd fangfest 2022 #hd erised 2022 #Carey's bookmark fic Recs #Carey's Personal Bookmarks

[adeadlyobsession]

Headcanons!

Okay so, I said in a previous post that I didn't really have any headcanons for Tom Riddle, but since I started writing more about him, here are a few that feels pretty consistent in my head (some are pretty much on par with what we glimpse in canon, some are characterization I liked in fanfics and/or metas, and some just my own personal ideas):

SFW

Possessive, of course. Once he decides something or someone is his, it's *his*. Friends, family, lovers, you name it, if he cares, he doesn't share.

That being said, I don't think he would necessarily be jealous, he is way too confident about his own charm and abilities to think that their loved one would try their luck elsewhere. But he would fight someone trying too much to get into your pants, and his anger in the event of learning you cheated on him would be devastating.

Ever since reading this meta, (and subsequently this one) I've been obsessed with the idea of Tom Riddle not wanting to rule the wizarding world, but wanting to destroy it. It's the main idea I keep in mind whenever I write him growing to become Voldemort, and it's the one that makes the most sense too to me. He's a man who grew up with everything taken away from him by both sides of the world, but the Wizarding World particularly never stood up to become more than anything the muggle world ever was. (The second meta is also what inspired me to write him this way in The Hanged Man's Tale)

I think his main goals remain immortality and magical power, and that keeping the most prominent dark families under his thumb allows him easier access to magical power, the same reason why he ended up working at Borgins and Burkes out of all the places he could afford to work at (still following the idea that the Wizarding World's nepotism refused him access to higher positions in society). So anyone he would be interested in has to have knowledge or power (or both) that he doesn't have himself in order to be enticing in his eyes. (That or absolutely no ties whatsoever with the world he knows, making for a refreshing take).

Bisexual king? Bisexual king!

Very much high maintenance too. The closer he gets to you, the more he wants to spend time with you, and don't you dare go a day without talking to him (see possessive behaviour).

He's a nervous smoker, a habit he picked up during summers at the orphanage. Most of the other boys were doing the same, and it wasn't really difficult to steal some from unsuspecting workers despite shortages. He always keeps one or two on hand even at Hogwarts, smoking a puff or two and keeping the rest for later when he is particularly stressed.

I like to think of him as still human despite losing chunks of his soul, and I think the last thing he still craves after everything is the touch of another (insert any headcanon you want which includes Bellatrix and a certain baby post-resurection, I personally love the concept, hate how the play brought it to fruition). The more he cut off his soul, the less he cared about people, but I think before that he had no choice but to hide behind a mask (of his own creation of course) and only pretend he didn't feel anything for anyone.

Similarly, I still think Voldemort is part of his humanity, and I find it difficult to write Tom Riddle without thinking about that counterpart. I do think he doesn't become the worse of what Voldemort became until later, but it's important to me to write a Tom Riddle who still becomes him, unless it's in an AU that begins while he is still at Hogwarts. (That said it's very possible that I try my hand at that kind of AU post Hogwarts one day anyway, but as it is now, this is how I like to write him).

That boy loves sweets. It's not something he would openly share with others, but it's quite easy to notice for those who are observant enough. He won't be bought with them though, but he might listen with a better mood if someone brings them to him.

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This song:

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really into choking. Not necessarily the full "can't breathe anymore" thing, but he *will* wrap his hand around your neck and squeeze just enough to get a good hold because he loves the feeling of making you his this way.

He likes to be in control, that is a given, however I do think that with the right person, someone he can fully trust, he would really like them to take the lead, take some pressure off his own shoulders. The younger you both are when you meet and build a rapport, the easier it would be for him to give the trust necessary to reach that point, but later on it would be a real slow burn to get there. (says I after I wrote a full OS where he lets go some with a perfect stranger)

He's a top to service top basically.

Can be both major freak and smoothest vanilla depending on how many people he managed to put into submission during the day. Or sometimes just depending on his mood. Very versatile like that.

Oral fixation. He will latch his mouth on any piece of skin he can reach and lick, suck, bite, as if he could devour you whole. Makes him a very eager kisser. Also very eager to go down on you at a moment's notice.

Virgin or experienced? Depends again on when you two meet. I think he would have kissed one or two people towards the end of his scholarity, but have his first sexual experiences after leaving Hogwarts, unless being with you since being fifteen or something.

That's it for now! Now, am I going to be following this list to the T whenever it comes to our favourite psychopath? Probably not, but this is as close as I can get to personal headcanons for him! I may or may not update this later on, any edits will be written in bold!

#tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle x oc #headcanons #harry potter #Spotify #my writing

[sebastianswallows]

POLIA'S FANFIC MASTERLIST

Hello! 💞 I'm Polly. Thanks for visiting my blog. I started out writing mainly for Hogwarts Legacy, but my obsessions branched out to Tom Riddle and Feyd-Rautha. This blog is now a mix of the 1950s and sci-fi lol Hope you enjoy!

TAGS: fanfics • headcanons • moodboards • ai chat bots GENRES: fluff 🌼 • angst 🔪 • smut 🔥 LINKS: AO3 • Pinterest • cAI Masterlist UPDATED: 22 IV 2024

SEBASTIAN SALLOW

IT'S NOT LIKE ANY OTHER LOVE — 🌼🔪🔥 | In order to cast an unforgivable curse, you have to mean it. So how does Sebastian make himself want to hurt the girl he’s been harbouring a huge crush on? AO3 • Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • completed

DANGEROUS AND DELIGHTFUL — 🌼🔪🔥 | Sebastian is a purveyor of forbidden artefacts, a dark arts researcher, and a curse-breaker for hire. Ominis, desperate to save him from himself, hires Reader in secret to persuade him, by any means necessary, to leave his illegal activities behind. AO3 • masterlist • completed

THE DARKER SIDE OF LIFE — 🔥 | Prompt: Body worship with Sebastian, in particular his thighs. AO3 • oneshot

NEAT LITTLE CONTRAPTIONS — 🌼 | Prompt: Sebastian and MC take a fluffy shower together. AO3 • oneshot

WHEN IT RAINS — 🌼🔥 | Prompt: Sebastian and MC caught in the rain. AO3 • oneshot

A DIFFERENT KIND OF KEY — 🔪🔥 | Prompt: Breeding kink with Sebastian. AO3 • oneshot • alternative ending

LOVE LESSONS — 🌼🔪🔥 | Prompt: Sebastian teaches reader how to accept love. AO3 • oneshot

BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES — 🌼🔪🔥 | Prompt: Sebastian is sentenced to Azkaban for six months. When he is released, he finds MC is expecting a child. AO3 • Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • completed

OMINIS GAUNT

HAND IN HAND — 🌼 | Ominis teaches the main character how to read braille by tenderly placing his hand atop theirs to guide them while reading aloud. AO3 • oneshot

BLIND LUCK — 🌼 | Prompt: MC loses her sight and has to rely on Ominis for guidance. AO3 • oneshot

A NEW FAMILY — 🔪🔥 | Prompt: Ominis gets tired of his family, embraces the dark arts, and murders them. Now, he can start a family of his own. AO3 • Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6 • Part 7 • Part 8 • Part 9 • completed

TOM RIDDLE

ARDOUR — 🌼🔪🔥 | Professor Tom helps his favourite student when she comes to him for help after being hit with a strong aphrodisiac. AO3 • Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • completed

THE ENGLISH CLIENT — 🌼🔪🔥| Tom is working for Borgin and Burkes. He has to retrieve an ancient book, but needs to convince the reader to give it to him. AO3 • masterlist • ongoing

FEYD-RAUTHA HARKONNEN

DREAMED OF YOU — 🌼🔪 | A Bene Gesserit sister is sent to kill Feyd. She hesitates as she watches him sleep, all the way until he wakes up and catches her. AO3 • oneshot

THE LITTLE DEATH — 🔪🔥| Feyd wants to have a Bene Gesserit of his own. AO3 • Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • ongoing

HEADCANONS

Ominis Gaunt Headcanons

Don't think about how Ominis will never be able to see the Mirror of Erised.

Do you ever think about how a female MC reminds Sebastian of Anne?

The link between the Inferi and Anne's curse

Soft Sebastian headcanons

Sad adult!Seb headcanons

Monster boys Ominis and Sebastian

How Sebastian and Ominis would react to Anne's death

Sad Feyd Headcanons

#Sebastian Sallow #Ominis Gaunt #Tom Riddle #Sebastian Sallow fanfiction #Sebastian Sallow x reader #Ominis Gaunt fanfiction #Ominis Gaunt x reader #Tom Riddle fanfiction #Tom Riddle x reader #harry potter fanfiction #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #Feyd #Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen #Feyd Rautha #Feyd Rautha x reader #Feyd Rautha imagine #Feyd oneshot #sswallow;fanfics #sswallow;made a thing

[cursedmoon-doll13]

Based off conversations I’ve had in the server about the wizarding world and my thoughts/speculations as well as some headcanons regarding it.

Tl;dr overthinking world-building details

First of all: the living paintings. I have sooo many questions, like are there magical brushes that need to be used or do you simply enchant them with magic? What is the limit to this? If I doodle a stick man on a page and I enchant it does that mean it comes to life somehow? Also, there’s a lot of darker potential when it comes to this. Is there a black market dedicated to selling certain paintings? What about someone who will paint your deceased loved one for grieving purposes? Has someone ever fallen in love with a painting like we do AI? Are they fully sentient or are they similarly limited as an AI? And this isn’t even getting into photographs taken with a camera.

Speaking of black markets, while of course you have knockturn alley and your borgin and burkes, the real itching question in my mind isn’t on cursed or strange magical objects. It’s on drugs. Or specifically potions. Considering that basically mind-controlling love potions aren’t illegal, what sort of potions actually are? Or - I’ll do you even better - is there a muggle trade for the usual stuff (like say coke) which is made easier with owl post? Is there any sort of policing on non-Hogwarts owls? There must be a ministry force that cracks down on illicit trade with owls. Do they monitor the air for broom flyers as well? There must be some fine you have to pay if you reveal yourself on a broom to random muggles.

Yes we have the ‘are you a witch or not?’ Scene, but I also think for a lot of people who use magic, it would be interesting if they forget they can’t function without it. Someone who has been using magic their entire lives to do house chores suddenly not knowing what they’re doing if their wand snaps. Not even out of ignorance but just because it’s never how they’ve done things, like it’s their natural inclination towards magic. Since there seems to be a bit of anti-muggle bias in the books, I think it would be interesting to see how wizards struggle in comparison.

Also, while this is really more of a book thing, it seems that wizards don’t really know how to ‘dress like muggles.’ In the movies, Ron dresses exactly the same as Harry and Hermoine, but if we were following the books I wonder if he would dress very differently. Of course most of the time they would be wearing the uniform, but if you lined up a bunch of different kids from both pureblood and muggle backgrounds, I imagine they would have quite differing tastes in fashion.

Speaking of fashion. Are there wizarding fashion magazines? Specific trends exclusive only to wizards really? Like, obviously nothing is stopping a non-magical muggle from wearing a pointy hat, but given the history of it I would imagine all sorts of different styles of robes and hats emerged over the years. Even if it was simply minute details, we know from our own fashion history that it isn’t uncommon for wild trends to pop up. Maybe a craze for feathers or flowers or encrusted gemstones, or certain materials and fabrics that became popular.

We really don’t get a lot of information on clubs at Hogwarts from what I can see. Of course we have duelling club and quidditch and such, and I can imagine behind the scenes there must be wizard chess and gobstones clubs. What about music and drama clubs? Are there instruments only exclusive to the wizarding world? Can you enchant musical instruments to play themselves? Are there plays that are only known to the wizarding community or do they also do Hamlet and Romeo and Juliet sort of affairs? I imagine that certain Purebloods would look down on muggle playwrights, or really any sort of muggle artist in general. But still, you can’t tell me that the Malfoys or some other prestigious wizarding family don’t make visits to some magical opera house.

Also. Is quidditch the only big wizarding sport? We had duelling before yes, and again gobstones etc., but what about more physical sports? Aside from the more strenuous spells and flying (which tbh doesn’t seem that physically taxing anyway if you’re just going slow on a Cleansweep) I can’t help but wonder if many wizards are horribly unfit. I mean, given that they tend to live much longer on average compared to non-magical muggles, is it just the magic or is it also special wizarding yoga or pilates or something lol.

Quidditch itself is also an extremely dangerous pastime/sport I mean holy shit. While they do seem to have charms for cushioning, you’re often many, many feet up off the ground and if you fall off without one you could literally go splat and die. Just break your neck, snap and you’re dead.

We hear about certain bands that seem exclusive (or at least known) to the wizarding world e.g The Weird Sisters. There’s also Celestina Warbeck. Since the British wizarding community seems quite small compared to the wider population, it’s possible that there aren’t as many music groups around in it. There still seems to be radio frequencies though, in regards to the aforementioned Celestina scene and the rebel broadcast in Deathly Hallows.

Could there ever be an overlap? Like wizards who decided to break into the muggle musical industry and who are also enjoyed by the wizarding community? On the topic as well, since Arthur Weasley had his obsession with muggle technology, there must be others who are similar to him right? you can’t tell me there isn’t a wizard Ariel or something who tried to leave and integrate with muggle society. Not even a squib, but a wizard who just rejects it all. That’s a story that needs to be told.

All this just begs the question of how advanced is the technology in the wizarding world? Since apparently the modern stuff doesn’t do well in Hogwarts, where is the cutoff point? Maybe you can’t bring your gameboy into school, but what about a record player and vinyls? You just know muggle students in the past have tried to sneak all kinds of weird shit into Hogwarts with them.

Since we know that there are stories and tales exclusive to the wizarding community (Ron’s childhood stories in Deathly Hallows and Tales of Beedle the Bard I believe?) are there also popular wizard fiction authors outside of those who were penning school textbooks or autobiographies i.e good ol’ Gilderoy Lockhart?

I feel like there definitely must be. It makes me wonder how much genres such as sci-fi, (would it be a thing?) horror, romance & erotica etc. would differ in contrast to muggle novels. Especially historical fiction actually, since many of the notable figures may be different.

Getting into darker territory now. For an extremely skilled wizard, I think transfiguring someone in order to kidnap or kill them would be a likely move right? Or at least trying it. I mean if you turn someone into a bug you can squash them, or even into a small animal you can stuff them in a bag or something. Hell, transfigure a person into furniture if you’re feeling really nasty. I know this is fucked up but that’s the point lol.

I also wonder exactly how severe your crime has to be for you to get shut away in Azkaban? Like for petty theft and other minor charges. Of course if you commit a homicide then you get thrown in the slammer, that makes sense, and unfortunately so does Hagrid’s sentence to an extent since the Chamber was pretty dangerous. But do you just get a fine? Are there other holding cells in the ministry you get put in? Somewhere that isn’t Azkaban;;;

Also what about wizard serial killers? Not to be gruesome, but I imagine there are all sorts of options available to magical opportunists. Yes, you have the killing curse, but also you could literally just light someone on fire or leviosa them 50 feet off a tall building. It’s not that hard lol

Also are… Are there collectible cards for them…? I mean tell me there isn’t a true crime community in the wizarding world as well jekfkfktn

To reiterate my point with wizards all using magic for stuff, I wonder if any of them have considered like idk. Using a gun instead? Guns are most certainly not super advanced technology and they can’t be blocked really so… There’s a solution Tom and it’s called a glock

Basically all I’m saying is that there’s a missed opportunity to explore wizard crime bosses.

If any of this is explained in later books or spin-offs, I apologise. I’m only using the original books as reference, and even then it’s been a wee while lol.

#oh god I came into this with only the paintings one but I had so many just waiting to spill out #i probably thought about this wayyy more than necessary but 💀 #harry potter #hp #harry potter meta #hp meta #harry potter headcanon #hp headcanon #tw drugs #tw death #tw death mentions #tw guns

[mushroom-jack]

Tompercy AU Masterpost

As I'm taking a step back from tompercy for the time being, and having just finished my main ASOR-related WIP, I thought it would be a good idea to gather all my tompercy thoughts all in one accessible place (written and non-written). This post is also linked in my pinned. I am still technically taking prompts for this ship, though no promises in terms of filling them; you can also request any AU from the unwritten section of this post, and I'll do my best to oblige since I already have thoughts for most of those :)

Also, anyone is allowed to write a fic based on any of my prompts, or transform any of my works (ie translation, writing another story in one of my established universes, write something inspired by my fics/prompts, etc; just don’t repost my fics wholesale) — I simply ask that you link it to me somehow so that I can check it out!

Written

Superhero AU: a civilian and a mercenary (mid-length; series of one-shots) Features Percy as the only civilian in a family of superheros, a Deathstroke-inspired Tom as the world's deadliest mercenary, and a something-with-benefits type relationship.

Royalty AU(s): you should see me in a crown (short; series of one-shots) Tom is the heir to the throne, and Percy is a spy on a mission to kill the king totally normal librarian. Bizarre yearning vibes.

a mask of my own face (short one-shot) Mostly platonic, but still tompercy-centric; Tom is a well-known mercenary, and Percy is his mysterious masked client.

Vampires AUs: Crimson (short one-shot) Percy is a vampire, Tom is a wizard. Unarguably erotic, but somehow not erotica.

Sanguine (even shorter one-shot) Tom is a vampire, Percy is a wizard. Spiritual successor to Crimson. Somehow even more erotic (but still not erotica).

Faerie (And Adjacent) AUs: offer me his lips (short one-shot) Percy is fae, because the the urge to make him some kinda creature is never-ending. Tom is a wizard hoping to make a deal.

monsters of a feather (short one-shot + bonus) Tom is one of the most feared pirates to still sail the seas; Percy is a siren caged in the bowels of his ship, only ever let out to lure other ships into Tom's waiting hands.

ASOR Canon Divergence: Beloved (short two-shot) AU where tompercy is roommates during the war. Bizarre vibes just in general; the first tompercy fic I ever wrote.

sworn companionship (short two-shot) Used to be called "crucio" if that tells you anything; AU where Percy becomes Tom's sworn companion at some unspecified time, presumably post-war. Bizarrely kind of erotic, but mostly fluffy.

lay all your love on me (fairly longform; it's about 30k words) ASOR alternate ending; canon divergent from the Forbidden Forest confrontation. Tom learns how to love. Featuring some of my favorite tags from any of my fics: "Percy Weasley is Bad at Feelings / 'Bad at feelings' doesn't even BEGIN to describe what's wrong with Tom Riddle". >> Now with sequel, which is about 10k words, and is mostly erotica with character study.

communing with dangerous men (shortform multi-shot) Vaguely associated with lay all your love; a Percy in some sort of post-war established relationship is thrown back in time to the late 1940s, when Tom is working at Borgin and Burke's. An even darker tompercy than I usually write, with lots of codependency, obsessive devotion, and eroticized gore.

Other/Miscellaneous: it's golden hour somewhere (collection of short one-shots) This is a collection of three one-shots featuring tompercy interacting in the sun, following the theme, "in another world, we could've been so happy". Features a professor AU, a coffee shop AU, and a bonus/missing scene canon compliant to ASOR.

it ain't love (if it don't hurt) (extremely short one-shot) unclear what universe this takes place in; basically erotica, but lacking genitalia. The intimacy of torture.

little rabbit (short pwp one-shot) An omegaverse porn w/o plot, featuring a wolf!Tom and a bunny!Percy. No heat/rut/mating cycles, if you're not into that sort of thing, but there are still cnc elements; Tom chases Percy down in the woods.

pomegranate hearts (mid-length; series of one-shots) Featuring Percy as Hades, king of the dead and the underworld, Tom as Persephone, young god of spring all growing, sprouting things, and a tangible power dynamic so skewed in Percy's favor that their relationship comes out looking something like one of equals. Also, has a wider cast of characters than my usual fics, including Abraxas, Severus, and a more fanon-flavored Harry Potter than an ASOR flavored one.

From My Ideas Folder (Unwritten):

a civilian and a mercenary AU: Percy is trying to get a coffee when the shop is suddenly being held up. He's fully ready to go along with the hostage situation, just wanting to get his coffee and then go to work, but Tom shows up out of the blue and is having absolutely none of it.

Alternative relationship reveal: 5 times someone found out about Percy and Tom, and 1 time Percy actually told them. Featuring, probably, Tonks, Severus, and various Weasleys.

Time Travel AU(s): Percy time travels to the early 1940s and beats the shit out of someone for calling Tom a mudblood.

Literally any Percy as a Knight of Walpurgis AU.

Time Traveler's Wife-esque AU where the sworn companionship ritual between Percy and Voldemort goes wrong or gets interrupted; a Percy who's soul is fundamentally attached to Tom's gets flung through time, appearing to young Tom at various points in his life (either involving scenes at Wool's Orphanage, Hogwarts, while Tom is working at Borgin and Burke's, while he is traveling the world, etc... OR Percy is transported to Tom immediately after he makes each horcrux, for a total of 7 times).

ASOR Canon Divergence: Alternate ending where Tom wins the war, but Percy dies and comes back as a ghost (but Wrong; possibly soul-related complications, something sworn companionship related???). Percy has some form of amnesia, and either follows Tom around like a lost dog or haunts their flat, which Tom refuses to move out of for some reason.

Alternate ending where post-war Percy is told that all physical forms of Voldemort have been successfully destroyed, but a remnant remains harmlessly attached to his soul, mostly powerless, destined to die once he does. This results in a benevolent possession, Venom-esque dynamic where Tom is a snarky asshole living in Percy's head and occasionally taking over his body, and Percy just has to deal with that now.

Lay all your love adjacent t4t AU, with a transmasc!Tom who transitioned in childhood + promptly obliviated everyone into believing he was always male, and a very repressed transfem!Percy that Tom is slowly manipulating and coercing into being more feminine. I myself am genderqueer, but I find that I rarely write trans characters, so this would ultimately be an interrogation of that habit, a joyful study of transgender identity, and a massive fuck you to JK Rowling.

Other/Miscellaneous: Selkie!Percy AU tentatively named Salinity. Percy saves a young, orphanage-era Tom, they interact throughout the years, and Tom eventually returns to steal Percy's coat.

Animal hybrid AU with a bunny!Percy living in a cottage doing wizard stuff, and a wolf!Tom who breaks and enters in order to steal a magical artifact (I'm thinking a horcrux that Percy found by complete accident). And then he accidentally gets dog adopted. And then Percy has to contend with the fact that his new wolf familiar is actually a particularly attractive dark wizard. This one would be really funny honestly, it just seems kinda long. Also, Percy has massive glasses and velvety ears, by necessity of the AU.

Percy is a wizard who traveled a long ways to learn arcane magics from the immortal sage he heard is living in this mountaintop cave. Tom is a dragon that lives in a mountaintop cave, and who is not against adding this plucky young wizard to his hoard.

Short one-shot; Tom is a professional duelist, and Percy is very impressed.

Some sort of mixed-generation AU where Tom and Percy have been together since Hogwarts; after graduation they move in together, and Percy provides for the two of them with his Prewett heirship and ministry job. Tom is promiscuous and disloyal, Percy is devoted and willfully ignorant of Tom's various affairs – when he eventually confronts Tom, Tom casually leaves him for one of the many purebloods he's been courting, leaving Percy searching for a way to win him back. Vaguely inspired by the novel Naomi by Junichiro Tanizaki.

Kink community AU where Tom is an event host in the local community and Percy has stumbled upon the scene by complete accident at age 18-19. Drawn to Percy's naivete and vulnerability, Tom takes care to portray himself as being trustworthy (as he's something of a community leader), and takes Percy under his wing in order to take advantage of him.

Trafficlight SMP/death games AU with Tom as an extremely prolific killer on his red life, and Percy on his green life but nonetheless absolutely dedicated to serving Tom. Featuring red life bloodlust, irrational loyalty to what should've been a temporary alliance, betrayal, and reluctant affection/devotion. Tentatively named I bet on losing dogs.

#tompercy #a study of resonance

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it always intrigued me that tom riddle chose to go by the name "Riddle" up until he created the Voldemort persona and the Death Eater movement. because we know as of Chamber of Secrets that Tom is aware of his Gaunt heritage by the time he's 17, if not earlier, and the backstory of the Riddle murders in HBP confirm this account: by his last years at Hogwarts, Tom knows that he's the Heir of Slytherin and a direct descendant of the House of Gaunt. but he continues to go by his muggle father's name, even in Slytherin, where that lack of pedigree immediately marks him out as Outsider.

maybe it would just have been too much of a hassle to change his name while he was at Hogwarts — that's fine. but he continues to go by Riddle even afterward (during his time at Borgin and Burkes, see his encounter with Hepzibah Smith, cf. HBP), when he could've reinvented himself rather seamlessly as Thomas Gaunt, Heir of Slytherin. it's possible that Tom didn't want to associate himself with the pathetic remains we see of the Gaunt family, but I would still assume that the name, with its attendant Slytherin legacy, would be worth a considerable amount in certain pureblood circles.

all of that leaves me to imagine that Tom's disdain and loathing for Merope is just so strong that he would rather have a muggle's name than hers, even if it means he can't claim her heritage as his own. of course, this is also evidence that Tom never actually cared all that much about pureblood supremacy or birthright as such; he cared about power, magic, and his ability to control others' access to each.

#though he does have a marked disdain for muggles that i haven't quite puzzled out #whether that's because of his father/orphan upbringing (personal and non-ideological) #or something that his slytherin friends rubbed off on him (learned and possibly ideological) #or a conclusion that he drew himself based on his own ideas e.g. wanting to be “special” (purely ideological) #it doesn't seem like his blood supremacy is just a randomly selected political rallying point — though it's no accident #that it's the ideology that gives him most access to pureblood society #i think tom's relationship to power and philosophy is subtly hinted to be complex in ways the actual plot never engages with #anyway. #tom riddle

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Through Love And By Love (Pt. 2)

Draco Malfoy x Fem!OC

Summary: Twenty-Two years ago, Draco Malfoy used the imperius curse to slow Voldemort’s rise to power. No good deed goes unpunished. Warning: this series contains mature subject matter surrounding use of the imperius curse, reader discretion advised.

Part 1

“I’m leaving, Draco.” Rosanna says, just loud enough for prying ears, taking the steps as fast as her legs will allow.

This is what they’ve decided, the best course of action. Stage a fight, make sure his parents hear, then keep away from each other; indefinitely. Because if the prophecy is only fulfilled through love and by love, the only option is not to love each other.

“So just like that then? You just run away?” Draco hopes this works, that they can actually stay away from each other. Anything to keep that prophecy from coming to fruition.

“I refuse to be sucked into your ‘high society’ ideals about which parts of me are good enough for you. You can’t just pick and choose!”

“You’ve no idea the implications, if I were to marry you-”

“Oh please, let’s not make this about what other people will think. If that was your only concern, we should’ve ended this a long time ago. But far be it from me to stand in the way of your family’s beloved traditions.”

“You know nothing!” Draco’s chest heaves under the weight of his words. “Therefore you are nothing.”

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Rosanna and Draco don't speak after that. Not for the rest of the year, not over the summer. Not even after Lucius is put in Azkaban, awaiting trial for crimes against the ministry. Brushing passed each other at the train station without a glance.

Rosanna finds an empty train car on the Hogwarts express. Closing the sliding door behind her, she makes herself comfortable for a nap. Then someone barges in.

"What're you doing sulking in here?” Ron demands as Harry and Hermione follow him in. “We've been trying to reach you all holiday."

"I'm not sulking," Rosanna mumbles, under her breath. "I'm tired."

"And where have you been all summer?" Hermione asks, "we've been worried sick about you."

"I went to visit my Grandma, you know, 'across the pond' or whatever you guys say." Rosanna explains.

"So you haven't been in contact with Malfoy?" Harry has never been quiet about disliking Rosanna's ex.

"I'm not talking about him. If that's the reason you're here, feel free to leave." Rosanna crosses both arms over her chest.

"We're here because we're your friends Ro, we miss you." Hermione tells her, truthfully.

Rosanna sighs, she misses them too. "Did something happen? With Draco?”

"Haven't we just agreed not to speak about the bloke? Make up your mind." Ron laughs.

"Well if it's important-" Rosanna leans forward.

"We saw him in Borgin and Burkes over holiday." Hermione tells her, petting Crookshanks in her lap.

"Ok? Half their furniture is from Borgin and Burkes. I mean to me, it's hideous and depressing but that's hardly a cause for alarm." Rosanna shrugs it off.

"There were death eaters there." Harry goes on. "It looked like some kind of ceremony."

"What kind of ceremony?" Rosanna's brows pull together.

"Quit being a toss pot Harry." Ron scolds. "There's no way Malfoy's a death eater. What would you know who want with someone like him anyway?"

"I suspect it's got something to do with you." Harry eyes Rosanna, pointedly. Her friends are the only people she's told about the prophecy. It doesn’t make sense to them either.

"Come on." Rosanna rolls her brown eyes, slumping back into her seat.

"I'm sorry to ask, but do you still think you can trust him?" Hermione wonders, treading lightly as to not upset her friend.

"Yeah, actually I know I can." Ro nods.

"Then take my cloak, go talk to him. See what he has to say for himself. If you trust him, we trust you." Harry says, offering Rosanna his cloak of invisibility.

"Wish me luck." Rosanna raises her brows as she stands.

"Good luck." Hermione replies, with a soft smile.

"And no snogging that git." Ron adds, wagging a finger at her.

"No promises?" Harry cocks his head to the side, watching Rosanna disappear under the material.

"Shut up." She hisses, sliding open the door and tiptoeing into the hallway. Finding Draco with Pansy and Blaise seated at one of the tables in the next car over.

Rosanna leans down and flicks the outside of Draco's knee. Immediately his head snaps toward her. Obviously he can't see her; but it's almost like he can feel her proximity.

"I'll be back." Draco tells his friends, headed for the toilets. Once they're both inside the small room he flicks the lock shut. Reaching blindly in front of him, finding the cloak and pulling it over Rosanna's head.

"Rosanna, we-" he huffs, "we can't do this anymore." This is the first he's seen her in months. She looks the same, big brown eyes and thick black lashes; her cheeks peppered lightly with freckles and plush pink lips that tempt him to come closer. Her strawberry blonde waves are longer, held in two braids.

"I know..." Rosanna wrings her hands, anxiously.

"What's the matter, love." Draco's indifference falters.

"Harry thinks you're a death eater." Ro lets out a nervous chuckle.

"I am." He can't lie, not to her; not even now.

"What?" It feels like the walls are closing in on her. "Draco, I don't understand, this wasn't part of the plan."

"The plan was to convince everyone that we don't love each other anymore. That's what we decided, that's what I did. What more do you bloody want from me?" Draco snaps, he's not angry at her. He's angry at everything but, everything that was keeping him away from her.

"You took the oath, you have the mark, what does that mean for you?" Rosanna begins pacing in the small washroom.

"There's a vanishing cabinet in the room of requirement, it has a twin at Borgin and Burkes. They've ordered me to mend it. The death eaters are coming to Hogwarts as soon as it's fixed. I have to let them in. Then I have to kill Dumbledore." He tells her, matter of factly, because there is no alternative.

"Hey," Rosanna puts a hand on his shoulder. "Look at me. You're not gonna kill someone, that's crazy." She shakes her head, cupping his face in her hands. "We can go to Dumbledore, tell him what's going on. Maybe he can help you."

"I can't trust Dumbledore." He can't tell the man he's planning to kill him.

"Then who?" Rosanna demands.

"Snape." Draco decides, biting at the inside of his cheek.

"Out of everyone you trust Snape?" Rosanna scoffs in disbelief.

"He's a snake but he's not a narc." Draco defends his decision. "I don't pretend to think I can outsmart you know who. Dumbledore has to die. The cabinet has to be fixed. And as for us...you have to stay away from me."

"I'm trying." She needed to see him, so she could breathe again.

"I know this is hard, it kills me, that I can't be with you. But this is bigger than us, it's bigger than what we want." Draco reminds her.

Rosanna nods, "yeah, I get that. I just...I had to see if you were ok."

He softens visibly at her words, "what are you going to tell Potter?”

"I'm going to tell him the truth. I didn't see a mark, but you told me to keep my distance. I'm going to tell him that you know who is getting closer to making a move, that we're not safe." Ro decides.

Draco traces her features with his eyes. "The cabinet will only take a few months to fully fix, that's being generous. If I stall any longer they'll know."

"You're gonna talk to Snape right away?" She presses, this is too important to put off.

"The second I can." Draco agrees, with a nod.

"Take care of yourself." Rosanna whispers, straighten his tie. Which isn't crooked in the least, but this is all she's allowed.

Draco catches her hands with his own, bringing her knuckles to his lips. "I'll send for you when I have more information."

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Christmas comes and goes without incident. Draco slips a message to Rosanna on the return train to Hogwarts, asking her to meet him in the room of requirement.

"It's nearly perfect." Draco tells her without preamble, the second she's within earshot. "I overheard Bellatrix and my mother talking. The death eaters are under explicit instruction to bring you to Malfoy Manor. It doesn't matter what we say, it doesn't matter what we do. They think...they think it's a child that brings the reign of the dark lord. Our child." Draco’s eyes are hollow, empty. "They're going to force us- I don't- I can't do it."

Rosanna stumbles backwards slightly, as the wind is knocked out of her. She wracks her brain for any rational thought.

"We can try to run, if we leave now, no one’s watching us." Draco offers, he'll leave his family, his home, and all his possessions if it means keeping her safe.

"They'll find us, you know that." Rosanna says, somberly.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I've been talking to Hermione about the prophecy for a while. The wording is tricky but I think as long as we’re not in love-“

Draco scoffs, “that ship has sailed.”

Rosanna understands that there is no getting out of this, but if they could make their suffering mean something...if they could stop Voldemort from rising to power; it would be worth it.

"What if we never worked on that project together third year, if you'd never asked me out. If we didn't go to the Yule Ball, if we didn't spend our free time together, if none of that ever happened; we wouldn't love each other. We'd hardly know each other." Rosanna reasons.

"Lots can go wrong with a time turner. Muddling in the past is sticky business." Draco supposes it could work, or they end up worse than they started.

"I was thinking, we don't have to change the past. We just have to forget it." Rosanna tucks both hands into her robes.

"It's not a bad idea," he'll give her that, "but I can think of a few reasons as to why it won't work."

"Ok, lay it on me." Rosanna insists, rocking back on her heels.

"For starters, memory charms aren't fool proof, they can be undone through the use of torture. That's besides the point, too many of my memories are wrapped up in us being together, information that you know who would know is missing." Draco says, tapping his fingers against his lips.

"Say we just get rid of mine." Ro bounces the idea off him.

"I suppose it could work. But he's been watching us since my father had me retrieve the prophecy. If all the sudden you're different-"

"What about the imperius curse?" She rubs at her temples, furiously. “Get rid of my memories, but from the outside looking in, it’d still seem like me.”

"I would have complete control over you, your every thought, every move wouldn't be your own, only what I decide it should be. Is that really what you want?” Malfoy's skin crawls with the implications.

"I don't wanna do this; but like you said, this is bigger than what we want." Rosanna implores him to see reason.

“You understand what you’re asking of me, don’t you?”

“You know me, Draco. Better than you give yourself credit for. I understand exactly how much I’m asking. But we are out of options.”

Draco takes a steadying breath, “alright.” She wins, she always wins.

“Can I ask you one more thing?”

“Go on.”

“The baby…our baby. Will you love them?” Even though they won’t be a pureblood. Even though they’re far too young.

“Yes,” there is no part of her that he could not love.

“And after,” Rosanna hesitates, “I don’t want you to feel obligated to stay with me because of the baby. We can figure out an arrangement-“

“I want to be with you, Rosanna. There will be no arrangement.”

“That settles that then,” she shifts between feet restlessly. Gathering the courage she closes the space between them. This feels different.

Draco’s arms encircle her waist, his icy blue eyes lost in hers. Then he leans in, pressing his lips to hers. “Promise not to hate me for the things I’ll have to do.”

“I could never hate you, Draco. Never again.”

“So you did hate me?”

“In the beginning.” Rosanna laughs, “you were an asshole.”

It’s not until she’s in the cage of his arms, pressing her face against his mark, that Draco realizes how dark it truly is. Branding him to servitude. He wants to tear her away from it. He wishes she never touched it.

“I love you, Draco.” The words cut like knives through his heart.

Why? “I love you.” He replies instead. I love you more.

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“I saw you with Rosanna.” Leaving the room of requirement and walking opposite ways down the corridor. “Haven’t you done enough?” Harry has had enough of this game they play.

Draco would recognize his voice anywhere; and at the worst possible moment. Mind break down, hunched over the lavatory sink. “Leave it.”

“Whatever you’re up to, keep her out of it.”

“That’s none of your concern, Potter.” Draco spits, “she’s mine.”

In a fit of rage, Harry utters the words scribbled in the book of the ‘Half Blood Prince.’ The spell he’d never seen before. “Sectum Sempra.”

The incantation sends Draco to the ground, the flesh of his torso tearing open. Blood pooling from fresh wounds.

“Harry?” Rosanna’s voice startles him.

“Ro, I-”

“I was on my way back to the common room, then I heard you,” she explains. “Sounded like you were in trouble.” Her eyes find Draco, in a pool of his own blood. “What happened?”

“I dunno,” Harry rakes a hand through his hair. “It was an accident.”

“What spell is this?” Rosanna demands, kneeling beside Draco. Tearing open the front of his shirt to assess the damage. “Harry, what spell is this?” She asks, frantically.

“I found it, in that book I-“

“It doesn’t matter,” Rosanna places her hands over Draco’s chest, uselessly. More gashes creep over his skin. “Just get help, please.”

Harry sees it, clear as day. No matter how many times they’ve denied it, the way they cling to each other does not lie. They are in love. So he runs, down the corridor, finding the nearest professor.

Snape is not thrilled to find that Draco is not alone at the scene.

“Ms. McVay, this is the boy’s lavatory. Might I suggest you see yourself back to Gryffindor tower.” He says, beginning to work quickly over Draco’s wounds.

“I need to stay with him.”

“You’ll only make it worse on yourselves.” Snape drawls, in a way that tells Rosanna he is not merely referring to this moment.

“I know.”

Part 3

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