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aethon-recs · 9 months

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Tomarrymort Advanced Pack – 12 Longfic Recs

If you’ve made your way through the Tomarrymort Starter Pack and Intermediate Pack reads, here are 12 beautifully written, timeless fics that are Tomarrymort on hard mode for when you’re ready to dive into something that will really challenge your every reading muscle. This selection of fics features some of the most skilled writing I’ve come across in the entire fandom, and I love how these authors tackle incredibly complex subject matter and plotlines and characterization choices with such bold and unflinching perspectives.

Please mind all tags (including CCNTW, explained here) as you may find some themes within some of these fics difficult or challenging to read for a variety of reasons.

This is Part 3 of a 3-part series (see here for Part 1 and Part 2). I hope you get as much enjoyment from reading these additional 3.1 million words of incredible Tomarrymort longfic as I have!

Tomarrymort Advanced Reads

ǟʟʍǟɢɛֆȶ by eldritcher (M, 134k, complete)

Setting: Canon Divergence – Book 6 Premise: If Harry and Dumbledore team up with Voldemort to save the magical world from a catastrophic threat. Why I rec it: Eldritcher delivers one of the most epic love stories of a lifetime — with Harry and Voldemort surviving a trip to the moon and back, and Harry’s love for Voldemort transcending time and space after Voldemort makes the ultimate sacrifice to save the world and, against all odds, return to Harry. The prose is absolutely transcendent — amongst the best I’ve encountered not only in fanfic, but in all of fiction I’ve ever read. I can’t say enough about how much I love Elditcher’s writing style and how beautifully the story unfolds — there’s a very nice lyrical rhythm underlying all the sentence structure and word choice in the fic that flows like nothing else I’ve read before.

Anabiosis by @itsevanffs (E, 32k, WIP)

Setting: Canon Divergence Pre-Book 1 Premise: If Voldemort resurrects early and takes a teaching job at Harry’s primary school. Why I rec it: This is one of the best and most realistic and gutting depictions I’ve ever read of the quiet tragedy of Harry’s pre-Hogwarts years growing up experiencing severe neglect and an absence of love throughout his entire childhood. @itsevanffs did a magnificent job of capturing Harry’s limited POV and all the fluttering hope his still-trusting heart holds when he meets Mr Riddle, the first teacher who’s ever treated him with kindness. My heart ached so much for Harry throughout this fic, and the emotional arc in this story has continued to haunt me for a very long time afterwards.

Eight Days a Week by @vestiges-of-light (E, 802k, complete)

Setting: Canon Divergence – Book 7 Premise: If Voldemort captures Harry shortly after his sixth year, which leads to an unlikely truce and eventual partnership that ends up saving the magical world. Why I rec it: This fic combines a sprawling political epic with an incredibly extensive exploration of kink. The author asks a great question in the tags: "Why is only vanilla sex literary?" — and this fic does a fantastic job of proving that messy, filthy, raw sex scenes don’t have to be made sanitized or palatable for mainstream consumption in order to have just as much of a place in a plot-driven, serious longfic as vanilla sex does. Against the high-stakes backdrop of international political intrigue, there’s a very nice domesticity to Harry and Voldemort’s relationship, and how much they trust each other and can be stripped bare and vulnerable in front of each other is very poignant and touching to read about.

Embryo by @cannibalinc (NR, 28k, WIP)

Setting: Time Travel (1940s) Premise: If mysterious new transfer student Harry appears in Tom’s sixth year in a state of near complete amnesia. Why I rec it: One of the defining character traits of Tom Riddle is that he’s an absolute genius — the most talented academic mind to ever walk through the doors of Hogwarts — and this fic absolutely delivers on that aspect. Told from Tom’s POV, this fic is like reading a complex multidisciplinary text spanning philosophy and physics and mathematics and magical theory, all interconnected by the mystery of how Harry appeared and where he came from and why he is so utterly forgettable to everyone but Tom.

found by @honbug (E, 112k, WIP)

Setting: Non-Magical AU Premise: If Tom grows up in a world with no magic, but has had strange recurring dreams his whole life — dreams of a boy with green eyes and a scar, dreams of a dark graveyard and magical snakes and other mysterious things. Why I rec it: The character work done in this fic is absolutely breathtaking — one of the best character studies of Tom Riddle I’ve ever come across. This is a Tom who grew up without magic, but is no less cold and vicious and psychopathic and teetering on the edge of madness. The story arc follows Tom from his early childhood through his rise as a ruthless leader in an organized crime syndicate not unlike the Death Eaters — all the while that he’s haunted by dreams of Harry, his Harry, even as the dreams start to drive him to the brink of insanity.

how large the teeth by MaidenMotherCrone (E, 257k, complete)

Setting: Voldemort Wins AU Premise: If Harry grows up as an outcast in a world where Grindelwald and Voldemort have already won long before he is born, but he’s still the subject of a prophecy that designates him as their world’s savior. Why I rec it: The worldbuilding is so exquisite and complex in this fic — the author did a spectacular job at completely reimagining the wizarding world from the ground up if the Dark Lord were to win a long time ago and how their extremely inequitable society would subsequently be structured. Harry’s defiance throughout is lovely, and his growing entanglement with Voldemort adds to all the high-stakes and risky moves that he makes throughout the fic. The plotline is very action-packed — a lot of complex plot threads are interwoven throughout the story, with an undercurrent of revolution and discontent simmering under the surface until it explodes in a glorious finale.

In Willing Sacrifice by @hikarimeroperiddle (M, 1,197k, WIP)

Setting: Canon Divergence – Book 4 Premise: If Harry finds Voldemort in Riddle Manor the summer before his fourth year, and enters into an unlikely alliance with him before returning to school that year. Why I rec it: This fic covers so much ground — at 1.2 million words (so far!), it’s the most detailed rewrite of canon starting from book 4 that I’ve ever come across, weaving in plenty of magical theory and political intrigue as Voldemort takes Harry under his protection initially in a mentor capacity. The relationship between Harry and Voldemort unfolds in such a beautiful way in this fic — with Harry growing to fall in love with Voldemort, despite all of Voldemort’s murderous and violent qualities, without losing an ounce of his humanity or the inherent goodness inside of his heart along the way.

Lover's Spit by @pinktom, @k3uuu (E, 88k, WIP)

Setting: Non-Magical AU Premise: If Harry and Tom grow up in a small town together in northern England, and Tom has harbored an obsession for Harry ever since primary school. Why I rec it: An absolutely stunning coming-of-age story set in modern times. This story is striking in so many different ways. It perfectly captures the voice of fringe internet communities in such an authentic way. It also poignantly captures the social isolation and erosion of privacy from living in a small town where gossip spreads like wildfire, and how the internet amplifies these dynamics. At the core of the story is a really sweet love story between Tom and Harry that I am literally obsessed with — every single one of their interactions is so tender and pure — and it’s such a startling contrast to how Tom’s internet persona is portrayed that makes the sweetness all the more heartfelt.

Mi Aedijekit by @kitastrophea (M, 282k, WIP)

Setting: Post-Canon Premise: If Harry is captured by Voldemort and placed under the Draught of Living Death, only to awaken in the far future where Voldemort has ruled over their world for over a thousand years. Why I rec it: A linguistic and sociological tour de force. When Harry wakes up from his magical coma over a thousand years into the future, the world has been entirely transformed, and the skill and effort that the author undertook in fleshing out a society where there’s been a thousand years of cultural change and evolution in language can’t be understated. One of the most unique and fun aspects of the story is learning the new vocabulary of the future alongside Harry for the first time. I love how the fic examines how even Voldemort gets bored with immortality after a millennia of ruling — and how, even with a thousand years separating them and memories of the earlier times scattered to the wind, Harry and Voldemort are still inextricably drawn together.

Of Kings, Of Pawns, and Of Men by @ambivalens999 (E, 129k, WIP)

Setting: Canon Divergence – Book 5 Premise: If Voldemort ends up in Harry’s body and Harry ends up in Tom Riddle’s body after a bad encounter with the dementors at the beginning of book 5, and they can’t figure out how to swap back. Why I rec it: This is such an interesting take on the bodyswap trope, which is given a very serious and plotty treatment here. For fear of the safety of his friends, Harry has to go along with returning to his 5th year at Hogwarts in Tom Riddle’s body and being sorted into Slytherin house, while Tom passes himself off as Harry Potter. There’s a mystery behind the depth of Tom’s knowledge and familiarity with Harry, as he knows more about Harry than even Voldemort should. Is it the scar horcrux? Is it Voldemort? Is it something else entirely? The inherent combativeness and magnetism between Harry and Tom keep the tension high as they push each other’s buttons and circle around each other like wolves trying to establish dominance.

Phobia by @katsitting (E, 48k, complete)

Setting: Post-Canon Premise: If Voldemort captures Harry and brutally tortures him to the point of breaking. Why I rec it: This fic does not sugarcoat Voldemort’s capacity for cruelty and sadism in any way, and I admire the author’s commitment to depicting the most horrific of scenarios. Having read countless fics with this setup, I’ll be honest, the depiction in this fic is probably the most likely outcome of any Voldemort-captures-Harry scenario. They do not fall in love. It is not a fun time for Harry. There is gore; there is brutal prisoner torture; there is extremely extensive non-con. I found it very raw and unvarnished — not an easy read, but a very memorable and evocative one. And yet, despite the themes of darkness explored in this fic, it ends on a note of hope.

The Foul (part 1) / The Great (part 2) by @meles-merrivale (M, 24k, complete)

Setting: Time Travel Premise: If Harry gets thrown back in time a thousand years into the past, and does whatever it takes to stay alive until he can meet up with Voldemort again. Why I rec it: This is a fantastic depiction of the slow descent into madness following a disastrous time travel accident and what a thousand years of immortality does to one’s sanity. It’s also a great exploration of the time travel paradox and whether anyone has the power to change the past, or if pivotal historical events are, by their very nature, predetermined. By the time Harry encounters Voldemort again, he is a shell of the person he used to be, but gradually, he finds more of his original humanity and spark for life the more his relationship with Voldemort progresses.

#Tomarrymort Advanced Reads #tomarrymort #tomarry #harrymort #aethon recs #tomarry recs #tomarrymort recs #harrymort recs #hp fic recs #longfic recs #ao3 recs #fanfic recs #tom riddle #voldemort #harry potter

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cuntrygirlcallista · 2 months

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you need him? i could be him

mattheo riddle x reader

Why you should break up with your boyfriend (and get back with Mattheo)

When you and Mattheo broke up, it was civil, an agreement between you both that you were better off as friends, at least for the time being...

This all began when you started dating a French transfer student who was sorted into Hufflepuff—a choice that, in Mattheo's opinion, just wasn't right for you, for obvious reasons, of course.

1. You didn’t even know if you liked him

"Are you sure you like him?" Mattheo inquired, tilting his head while glancing over at the boy walking toward you. "Matty." you warn in a blank tone. He turned towards you, raising an eyebrow. "Don’t look at me like that. You do this every time I’m interested in someone." "Do what?" "Give me reasons not to, and I refuse to let you do it this time." The conversation ended abruptly as your new little transfer student made his way over, shooting a quick “hello” to Mattheo to be polite and asking to walk you to your next class. Mattheo just scoffed inwardly as the two of you walked away. He knows you, and he knew if you really liked frenchy, you wouldn’t care what he had to say.

2. The both of you had nothing in common

Yes, sometimes opposites do attract, but in Mattheo's opinion, the two of you just weren't an ideal match. You enjoyed small amounts of PDA, like hand-holding and quick pecks—simple gestures that brought you joy. However, your boyfriend despised any public displays of affection, creating a noticeable contrast between your preferences. While you excelled as a diligent student, you also relished in the thrill of partying, letting loose, and embracing moments of pure fun, a lifestyle that clashed with your boyfriend's more reserved nature.

"I don’t understand why you're so upset," you said, frustration evident in your voice. "I don’t understand you at all," your boyfriend replied, packing up his things and leaving your dorm room. All you did was ask to reschedule your weekly study date because you’d promised Pansy you’d go with her to Draco’s party. The two of you could study any other time. Expecting your boyfriend to be a little upset due to losing time spent with you, instead, he went on a tangent about how unserious you are about your academics and even mentioned he wasn’t sure how the two of you were even dating because of how “different” you were.

and Mattheo had to agree.

3. He was too jealous, for example

It was a generally nice day at Hogwarts. The school year was winding down, the weather was pleasant, and you were studying with your boyfriend in the courtyard, surrounded by books and snacks on a blanket. You glance up from your books upon hearing the familiar voices of your favorite Slytherin boys. Draco, Mattheo, Theo, and Blaise emerge from Quidditch practice, looking a bit worse for wear but in good spirits, teasing each other. Pansy follows behind them. Spotting you, they hurry over, eager to talk to you. Amidst laughter and half-finished stories, you learn that Mattheo narrowly avoided a bludger to the head in practice and fell off his broom while dodging it. "Matty, perhaps I could offer you a basic broom skills lesson. I've been assisting the first years, and I'd be happy to help you," you playfully tease.

He flips you off, but instead of responding to your teasing, he asks, "Where's your little boyfriend gone off to?" You scan the courtyard, puzzled by his absence. Unbeknownst to you, Mattheo had been observing closely. He noticed the immediate stiffening of your boyfriend's face when the group approached and the sneer he gave when you affectionately called him “Matty” in your normal, all too sweet tone. Eventually, Mattheo observed your boyfriend getting up and walking away, seemingly conceding to your friends.

4. He couldn’t compete with Mattheo

Everyone in your close circle recognized that Mattheo was the perfect match for you, and eventually, your boyfriend came to the same realization.

He observed the softness in your eyes when you looked at Mattheo, how you would relax upon hearing his voice, and the laughter-filled conversations that defined your interactions, with Mattheo always striving to keep you smiling. How you’d scold Draco for mockingly calling your boyfriend “frenchy” but when Mattheo did it, it would conveniently go unheard.

The final straw was witnessing how quickly you rushed to Mattheo's side after the two fought. As the Slytherin boy stood victorious over the fallen figure of your boyfriend, it was Mattheo's well-being that concerned you the most. While your boyfriend lay beaten on the ground, Mattheo's bruised knuckles seemed of little consequence, yet it was his welfare that captured your utmost attention.

Kneeling beside Mattheo, you overlooked the Slytherin boy's smirk, attentively inspecting his bruised knuckles with worry as he reassured you of his well-being, telling everyone involved where your loyalty resided—always with Mattheo.

Though unspoken it was unmistakably clear that your heart had long belonged to from the very beginning.

@cuntrygirlcallista

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 month

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I re-read your Fellow Honest study, and one thing to mention is that Riddle is immensely proud of having no one drop out or transfer out of Heartslabyul/NRC, right? His dorm is the only one at full capacity? This means dropping out of NRC isn't that uncommon, whether it's a money issue or a grades issue, and that's more people discarded simply because they couldn't keep up.

[Referencing this analysis!]

Mmm, that's true 🤔 I wonder how NRC's dropout rates compare to those of other magic schools and regular schools that do not train mages... I can't imagine that NRC has a ton of dropouts though, because otherwise I feel like more dorm leaders and staff would express concern about it? Like if a ton of students were dropping out, it would reflect poorly on their leadership and teaching skills, wouldn't it...? Maybe it's not mentioned because it isn't that relevant to the main story or Riddle in particular is super fixated on it (given how strict he is). At the very least, we know that NRC has a non-zero dropout rate. Even at a school that supposedly has the best and brightest mages-in-training, some will not make the cut.

As cruel as this may sound (sorry, Fellow), it's 100% understandable from a school's perspective why they wouldn't want to keep supporting students who continuously do not succeed and ultimately dismiss them. Many programs irl (especially those in higher education) set standards that students must meet and maintain until graduation if they want to remain in their program. It could harm the school's educational reputation if they do not produce "results".

In some cases, schools that fail to maintain a certain "pass" rate on specialized exams their students take may lose accreditation (an official “quality seal”) for their program(s). For example, irl nursing programs in the U.S. and Canada are put on probation if they have a class of students with an 80% or lower passing score on the NCLEX exam. They are given 2 years to "fix" this low passing rate; if this is not corrected, then the school's accreditation is revoked completely. A loss of accreditation can result in many other negatives, such as less financial aid dispersement and fewer job opportunities (/your diploma not being seen as “legitimate”).

That's unfortunately how it works. Granted, a school shouldn’t spite a student for not being able to keep up with the workload (which sadly may have been the reality for Fellow), but it really is in the institutions’ best interests to drop a student they fear won’t perform well.

#twisted wonderland #twst #notes from the writing raven #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #Riddle Rosehearts #Fellow Honest

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onedayimgonnasnap · 2 years

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MC giving the Yandere’s the Side eye

Warning: Crack, Cursing, Yandere

The MC’s gender is up for the reader to decide btw

(I decided to write this before school starts so have fun)

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Riddle: What the fuck… how dare you not acknowledge his speech, his 30 minute essay that he worked sweat and tears on. He memorized the whole damn thing. For what?

He proceeded to stare at you back while you both had a staring contest. He could do this all day-

-Illuminati music-

As he was staring into your eyes when he started to see his whole past flash before his eyes. How his only friend besides Trey and Chenya was his homework, to his mom not letting him eat a tart-

Wait, is that Bob Ross painting happy trees?!

It felt so overwhelming.

Next thing you know, Riddle let you go back home with tears in his eyes. He transferred out of the NRC.

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Leona:

He was mad that you just stared at him. He kept staring at you back with at you until,

MC: “ tf are you looking at you walking second place trophy looking mother fucker-“

The whole dorm had to hold him back while you ran for your dear life home.

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Azul:

Mc: “Bitches?”

Azul: “What are you talking about-“

Mc: “You kidnapped me because you had no bitches isn’t that correct? Shit with this attitude you have, you don’t even talk to me at school, after school and when you do it’s for business? The only friends you have are the Eels and even then they’re gonna get bored of you what then? You look mad stupid kidnapping me. 🤨”

Azul: *sniffling* …

Mc: “That’s what I thought you 50% off Squidward”

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Kalim:

Kalim: 😃

Mc: 🤨

Kalim’s face slowly dropped as he felt like he made a mistake.

You got to go home with some gold as an apology.

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Jamil:

As you both stared at each other he tried to use his unique magic but it didn’t work because you were staring at his forehead.

Mc: “Damn bitch you got a big ass forehead, I remember me and Grimm played Tic tac toe on your forehead once while you were sleeping-“

Jamil: “WAIT WHAT-“

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Vil: Vil rolled his eyes as you side stared at him.

Mc: “You kidnapping me is some motherless behavior.”

He kicked you out faster than you can say motherless.

Rook had to cheer up Vil watching Soap Opera with him on the couch and some Ice cream while Vil sobs that you broke up with him.

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Idia:

Idia couldn’t handle the tension. He kept looking away to avoid your gaze. It was like the whole school watching his every move.

He started to cry after 2 minutes of you staring at him in silence.

Idia: “THE EXIT IS ON THE LEFT, PLEASE JUST DONT HURT MY FAMILY-“

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Malleus:

Malleus stared at you back thinking this was a human thing. It soon began to be a 3 hour staring contest with no blinking.

Malleus soon saw your eyes turning fully black and you were whispering some Satanic shit from ChernaBog or whatever the tf.

You gave Malleus trauma, Sebek hates you, you got to go home.

Malleus still gets nightmares of it crying into Lilia’s shoulder.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland malleus #twisted wonderland riddle #yandere malleus x reader #yandere vil x reader #yandere malleus draconia #yandere leona kingscholar #yandere riddle rosehearts #yandere idia shroud #yandere kalim al asim #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere jamil viper #Yandere crack

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yuurei20 · 30 days

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Crowley Facts Part 2 of 21: Book 1 and Teamwork (pt1)

Crowley encourages Ace to challenge Riddle to a duel for the Housewarden position in favor of the "burdensome process" of transferring out of Heartslabyul, and seems to enjoy Riddle's display of strength.

Crowley does not appear to physically or magically intervene in Riddle's overblot (or his attempt to kill Ace), only shouting at him to stop from the sidelines.

Ace, Deuce, Grim, Trey, Cater and the prefect ignore orders to gather the other housewardens and faculty, and Crowley evacuates the students of Heartslabyul ("The well-being of my students is my top priority") rather than join the battle against the overblotting Riddle.

It is unclear when exactly Crowley returned, but he is present for Riddle regaining consciousness.

Crowley joins Trey in escorting Riddle to the school nurse, saying, "Compromise is a beautiful thing" in response to Ace begrudgingly agreeing to forgive Riddle.

Crowley seems to greatly enjoy when the students manage to work together towards a common goal: he begins to weep after hearing about Deuce, Ace, Grim and the prefect working together to defeat a monster in the prologue, saying he has been moved beyond words.

He encourages the students to bond, learn the meaning of collaborative spirit and says that the thought of the Port Fest team working to put on a show is enough to bring tears to his eyes.

He is similarly pleased with the outcome of Vargas Camp, saying that the camp achieved its intent with the students growing as individuals.

Crowley is often trying to get the students to work together:

When Crowley declares that they should all work together to take back the missing magestone during Fairy Gala Idia observes, "Here we go with the same old story--a self-important grown-up dumping unpleasant work on his students."

Riddle and Vil agree with Idia, saying it is not their job--it is Crowley's--leading Crowley to force their participation by threatening to hold the entire student body back a year.

"Let's all work to overcome this adversity...TOGETHER!"

#twstcrowley #Dire Crowley #twstfacts #crowleyfacs #twisted wonderland

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ash-whimsicalfanfic · 11 months

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The Scarlet Witch (CH 2)

Mattheo Riddle X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 1854

Warnings: Mild language, violence, graphic content, blood, angst, fluff, smut…

Prompt: Y/n Maximoff, a witch who can perform wandless magic transfers to Hogwarts. She makes friends and foes, all the while love seems to be in the air even though she wasn’t expecting it. There is highs and lows in this love story, with unexpected twists and turns and maybe even heartbreak.

Faceclaim: Wanda Maximoff/Elizabeth Olsen/Scarlet Witch

Y/N’s POV

I was silent, following behind Pansy as she looked for the guys. She squeals when she sees Draco who was with the guys in the courtyard under a tree. Mattheo was smoking, leaning against the side of the tree. I stay rooted to my spot that was a little ways off from them.

I look at the Astronomy tower and decide that maybe I could go there. I tense as my wrist is grabbed and I look over to see a first year girl.

"Please. I want to go home." She pleads as tears well in her eyes.

"Let me show you something." I murmur.

I watch the red tendrils between my fingers before I gently tap her temple. I watch as she smiles widely, her eyes dazed as she takes in the different memories I sent to show her. She turns to me and hugs me.

I tense, freezing as my arms stay up out of awkwardness before I slowly hug her back. She pulls away, thanking me before she skips away. I wait till I know she's gone before brushing myself off. I straighten the front of my outfit before I feel eyes on me.

I look around before my eyes meet Mattheo's. He was watching me and I quirk a brow before turning away from him and striding towards the Astronomy tower.

I wasn't quite sure how to feel about this school. They weren't ready for me. I didn't struggle with casting one of their spells.

I think...I think I had finally settled into Hogwarts. It had been nearly four months, and it's been...interesting. I had nowhere to go for Christmas and neither did Mattheo. He didn't want to go home to where his father was. I couldn't blame him.

"I guess I'll see you guys when I get back." Draco sighs.

He too dreaded going home to his father. He was eager to see his mother, but I couldn't blame him. I had a brief meeting with Narcissa and she is quite splendid when her wretched husband wasn't around. She lives in fear when he is there. It's heartbreaking.

Draco does some “bro” hug with Mattheo before coming to me and hugging me. I’ve gotten better about hugs too in the past four months. Who would’ve thought?

"Try and make the most of it." I say, returning the hug.

"You as well. And try to stay out of trouble." He teases and I chuckle, rolling my eyes as we pull apart.

"No promises." I say.

It was sad everyone was going home. I know it was just for holidays. I kind of wished I was like them. I wanted to have a home to go home too. I wanted to have a family to go to. But, instead I was an orphan myself.

"Mattheo? Y/N? Why are you guys still here?" Pansy asks as she comes back out with her bags.

"Oh...we are staying here for the holidays." I say quietly.

"I didn't want to go back to my father." Mattheo mutters.

"And you?" Pansy asks, looking at me and I frown.

"I...I don't have any family." I say quietly, looking down at my hands.

"Alright, we have to hurry. But, both of you go pack a bag. You guys are coming with me for the holidays." She says.

"What? No, I can't do that to you Pansy. It's so last minute and I don't want to intrude on your holidays." I say.

"Shut up and pack a bag. My mom and I will enjoy having more people with us. She'll be excited. Now hurry! We don't want to miss the train." She says.

Mattheo and I head to our dorms and throw together bags before we meet her back in the common room. She smiles at us before leading the way.

"Are we almost there?" I ask, looking out the train window again anxiously.

"Relax, Y/N. That's the fourth time you've asked in the past fifteen minutes." She says, laughing softly.

"Have you never been on a train before?" Mattheo asks confused.

"No." I say.

"Then how did you get to Hogwarts?" Pansy asks confused.

"I made a portal. Portals are easier than these...trains." I grumble, poking the window.

"Hey, it's not that bad. You get to hang out with us." Pansy teases.

"Your right. I do appreciate your guys' company. But, I've never traveled by train before so it is a bit distracting." I admit.

"It's okay, love. Just relax." Mattheo says mindlessly, focused on his sketchbook.

Pansy wiggles her eyebrows and I stick my tongue out at her causing her to laugh. I put my middle finger up, glaring at her as Mattheo looks between us confused.

"Excuse me, Scarlet Witch?" A small voice says.

I look over confused to see a first year. A Hufflepuff to be exact. They hold out a package with shaky hands.

"He told me to give this to you, your Christmas present he said. I didn't want too, but he said he'd hurt my sister." He says.

"Who?" I ask, taking the package.

"You know who." He says before scurrying off.

I look at the package as Mattheo clenches his jaw. Pansy seemed shocked and I pulled the envelope off the top of the page and pull out the small card.

Dearest Y/N,

Your parents were my loyalist followers until they fell in love. I knew when your mother fell pregnant that you'd be a powerful witch. I could sense it. I knew you'd be a Slytherin. A Pureblood Slytherin who can perform wandless magic. So powerful indeed. Your parents betrayed me when you were born. However, I'm giving you a chance to redeem the Maximoff name...to be my follower.

-The Dark Lord

"He's pathetic. Ignore him. I'll handle this, love. I'm sorry." Mattheo says, glaring at the card I held.

"Mattheo, don't. I don't want you ending up hurt. I'll just ignore it and if he's persistent, I'll handle it. He's right, I am powerful. I'm not being cocky or arrogant, but none of you know half the power I possess." I say.

I look at the box before I open it and my heart falls as I pull out a picture of my mother and father. There were their wands and their wedding bands. Then a picture with me. I grab the last picture, my hand shaking. They were dead. Mattheo snatches it from my hand as I grab the last letter.

If you wish to live, then you'll join me. Otherwise, you'll end up just like your parents.

"Y/N..." Pansy says sympathetically.

My eyes go red as I focus on the letter. Everything goes black and I look around to see him. I was in his head. He turns towards me quickly, glaring.

"Get out of my head." He snaps.

"Do not threaten me. You do not know who you are messing with. I will ruin you. You have my word." I snap.

"Oh, you have the same fire as your mother. Unfortunately, she was too much of a coward to end it." He says, laughing.

"My mother saw the good in everyone. And she saw something in you. She saw that there was still a human in there. There was still someone there that just wanted to save the world even if it wasn't the right way. She still saw a bit of Tom Riddle you heartless, bastard! I’m my mother, I'm my father and I am me. And I can damn well end it." I snap.

I blink and shake my head, as I come back to reality. My magic completely ruined the letter and I look at Pansy who looked shocked like Mattheo.

"You spoke in parseltongue." Pansy says.

"And to whom?" Mattheo asks.

"Your father. I don't appreciate his dry threats." I say.

"Y/N...please do not think this is some joke. I know my father and that is far from a dry threat. He means it." Mattheo says.

"Mattheo, I understand it's a threat and I understand he means it. However, I say it's a dry threat because I'll quite literally end him when I see him. He killed my parents. Then had the audacity to reach out to me. To threaten me. So, I sent him a message. I made him feel threatened and vulnerable. Maybe he'll second guess ever reaching out to me." I say.

Mattheo didn’t look so sure, but he nodded slowly. He looked at his fist that had the crumpled picture of my dead parents.

“I’m sorry…I…I’m sorry for what he did.” He says quietly.

“Mattheo, you…you don’t need to apologize. You had no part in this. This was your fathers doing.” I say.

“Many people say I’m my father. Unfortunately, being his son means I need to help clean up his wrong-doings.” He mutters.

“You aren’t your father Mattheo. You both may share the same last name, but that means nothing.” I say.

“How do you know I’m not him?” He snaps, glaring at me and I smile.

“You just apologized for something that didn’t even involve you, Mattheo. Your father…he would never do that. He hates to admit when he’s in the wrong. And I honestly don’t think he thinks he is wrong. But, you know it’s wrong for what he did. You’ve acknowledged it’s wrong and it never even involved you. This happened a long, long time ago.” I say.

Pansy was silent, a small smile on her lips as she listened. Okay, so maybe I am saying the right thing. He didn’t look like he knew how to respond and I give him a smile.

I grab his clenched fist and grab the picture, watching as red tendrils go towards it before the picture dissipates. I let a slow sigh out, feeling a lot better.

#mattheo x y/n #mattheo x you #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo riddle x you #mattheoxreader #mild language #wanda maximoff #harry potter #angst #fluff #smut #scarlet witch #marvel #marvel x Harry Potter

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lovelybeesthings · 4 months

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Playboy

Theodore nott x reader (3rd person)

Word count: idk (there's really not like enemies to lovers in this one maybe if I do a part 2?)

Warnings: underage drinking? Swearing not that much glass breaking

A/n: hello update on my life my mom is OKAY THANK THE LORD I change fandoms but I’ll still right Coriolanus fics if you send requests!

Summary: I was thinking about that one scene in Euphoria in the 1 ep in season 2 where Fez slashes the bottle into Nate’s head saying happy new years and was like this would make a nice fic (IM SORRY IF THIS IS PURE DOG SHIT)

Y/n L/n and Theodore Nott were both famously known in their house Gryffindor and Slytherin each had their reputation Y/n was nice and caring, Sweet a surprise she wasn't in Hufflepuff The thing that made her a Gryffindor was how bold she was and acting before thinking she had sent a lot of females to the hospital wing while Theodore was smart looks slick like a snake and in one word a Playboy doesn't matter what kind of girl she could be seeing someone he didn't give fuck.

Something they both have in common is that they have a feud Theodore has a new girl each week or even days before leaving them heartbroken and Y/n is there to heal it for them but Theo likes seeing how their hearts fall to his empty promises his empty words leaving like a ghost.

Theodore originally dated Y/ns closet friends and when he left her friend brokenhearted it sent her friend into a spiral of depression so bad that the poor girl transferred wizarding schools.

But currently, Y/n has found herself at a house party celebrating new years it had Hufflepuffs, Ravencloths, Slytherins, and Gryffindor.

Y/n had arrived earlier at the party with a few of her friends and she had on a black Minnie skirt paired with a black belt and black boots with a white off-the-shoulder top and access jewelry pretty makeup for the occasion and her (c/n) hair was in curls with the help of her friend.

Y/n took a sip of the beer she held with one hand she laid her head softly on the nearest wall her friends ditched her to go hang out with some Ravencloth boys.

The music was being blasted loudly not being to hear any small talk so she roamed the room seeing a few boys high passing a joint she was able to pinpoint one of the guys Mattheo riddle so that must mean his counter part is close by y/looked around once more spotting Theodore..

Her eyes studied him his dark brown curls his tall build and shoving his tongue down his next victim Y/n was taking her time trying to see who it was then to her horror she knew God she was going to murder him.

The girl was a fifth-year one year below them but that wasn't even the worst part she knew this girl she was a sweet Hufflepuff girl whom she tutored a bit and who she protected against a few Slytherin girls whom She had landed big hits just enough to send them a message and to the hospital wing in return the sweet girl made her baked good for a while month.

Y/n soon snapped back to reality once Theodore Watercolor's eyes met here it was honestly disgusting to seem to stare at her as he French kissed a fifth year her face scrunched up disgusted by his sick act as she finished her drink leaving to go to the kitchen for another bottle maybe something stronger to forget what she saw.

(TIME SKIP BC IDK 😣)

For a while now Y/n has been engaging in a conversation with Pansy she was the only member of Theodore's friend group she could stand and they were talking about Theodore be exact.

“It's truly disgusting I mean I've seen him bring back a lot of girls and it's been disgusting to see to make out with them in the common room but French kissing a fifth year?!”

Pansy says as she takes a big sip of her cup Y/n nods in response to her words “Does he have any fucking bloody lines!” she says scoffing as she drinks her beer.

Blind to her in the corner of the kitchen was the little sweet fifth-year “I'm going to go save the princess” Y/n remarks as Pansy grins letting out a giggle “Truly heroic!” she says clapping as Y/n makes her way into the kitchen looking down in the girl crying knees to her chest.

“Hey there my badger” y/n says as she slides down next to the girl handing her a tissue “You look beautiful tonight” The girl's eyes soften once they meet Y/ns “Hello Again..n” she lets out as she sniffs.

“What happened I saw you with him a couple of minutes ago and now I'm sitting on the kitchen tiles with you,” Y/n says trying to comfort the teary eye girl “As Theodore was kissing me he broke out of the kiss and said he spotted an old friend and I said to go say hi!” she says a small smile her cheeks stained with tears.

“After I while I was getting worried I didn't anyone here..e so I began to look for him,” she says as her voice cracks Y/n sighs “And you found him making out with this old friend right?”

Y/n places an arm I've the girl which makes her scoot closer to Y/ns embrace “You're not the first girl sadly that this has happened to” Y/n sighs as she can feel her blood boil she's going to give Theodore a night to remember for sure.

“I'll be right back just need to go to the bathroom okay?” Y/n says as she brings her beer with gets up as the fifth-year nods.

Y/n makes her way around the party and soon finds Theo he can feel the presence of Y/n behind him and slowly breaks away from his hot make-out session “Bambina leave me be for a few minutes” he says to his hookup.

“But the balls going to drop soon and I wanted you to be my first kiss off the-” she's immediately cut off “Ore” says in a stern matter with a cold state she soon backs up scoffing walking away.

“Sorry about that,” Theodore says as he wipes his mouth with a nearby napkin, and a smirk is printed on his good-looking face.

Y/n arms are crossed over my chest as she smiles stabbing her nails into her arm to try and control her anger “The balls gon a drop soon!” someone shouts his watercolor eye locked into her (e/c) eyes .

“So what did you need to talk about? You finally fell in love with me?” Theodore says cockyness in his tone “God no” Y/n says scoffing as a smile is on her face.

“Last time we were together you said you wanted to kill me,” He says smirking and arching his eyebrow staring at me waiting for a reaction “4, 3, 2,1” everyone shouts as they kiss, drink as Y/n lifts her beer “Yea well, New year playboy” she says as she smashes the glass into his he as knocking him out.

“OMG Y/n JUST KNOCKED OUT THEODORE! Everyone is stunned by the sound and the news.

PART 2??? Idk

#reader #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott angst #theodore nott x y/n #fanfic #theodore nott #theodore nott fluff #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter

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eyeodyssey · 1 year

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Photos from the elusive early-80s Tokyo Grand Guignol play Mercury, also known as Mercuro and Merbro. While the Tokyo Grand Guignol are more well known for their subsequent work in the original 1985 version of Lychee Light Club, Mercury was an ambitious debut effort that was as much Tetsuo: The Iron Man and Alien as it was Ranpo. In the two-act narrative, an unstable school teacher runs a health program where students volunteer to have their blood replaced with the outdated medicinal substance Merbromin. The Merbromin substance turns the students into sentient machines, with their organs being made “valuable” in how the doses of mercury turns their innards metallic. In the midst of all this, a mysterious transfer student infiltrates the school grounds to uncover the whereabouts of his missing sister. Plots ultimately intertwine, resulting in a nightmarish Oedipal bloodbath in a macabre science lab that’s riddled with many taboo secrets. The play contains several infamous special effects standouts. One of the centerpieces was an extended sequence at the beginning of the second act where the schoolmaster (performed by the now mainstream actor Kyusaku Shimada, originally working under the pseudonym Lovecraft Shimada) carries out a live vivisection on a student to surgically extract his pubescent urges, which had manifested as a chestburster. The screenplay is decorated with intricate surrealist details with characters speaking direct quotations from dadaist poets of the early Showa period, resulting in an experience that is as much nocturnal poetry as it is taboo horror. The play only had one run in 1984, with a heavily truncated TV performance being done a year later on the “Youth Performance Special” morning Nippon TV program where the set pieces from the openings of the first act and second act are strung side-by-side. While a full video recording is known to exist of the play on both DVD and VHS, the recording has never surfaced. It’s a damn shame.

The only available bits of media in relation to the play to this day are the screenplay, a handful of grayscale photos and some parts of the soundtrack. The known songs that were featured in Mercury include: 1. Four Enclosed Walls - Public Image LTD 2. Sons Of Pioneers - Japan 3. The title theme of the 1956 film “Des gens sans importance” 4. Brilliant Trees - David Sylvian Bits of media relating to Mercury’s short 1984 run are steadily being resurfaced every day. Two of the images in this post were digitized by yours truly. The source was the 28th volume of Yaso magazine, a volume that concerned underground theater which included and interview with Norimizu Ameya, the lead director of the Tokyo Grand Guignol.

#Suehiro Maruo #lychee light club #litchi hikari club #tokyo grand guignol #grand guignol

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tickledpink31 · 1 year

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Blinding Light, Scorching Pyre

Based on the theories of Rollo being transferred to NRC and staying in Ramshackle (or in this case, Mugglesworth):

Why yes, I am posting character redemption arc ideas for Rollo one hour after posting my video of him being a pyromaniac.

I'm going to pretend that this event happens post-chapter 6 and not on Halloween for continuation reasons. Rollo transferring will also likely not happen, but it's fun to think about.

Minako was apprehensive about how the Dark Mirror shoved Rollo into her dorm, but she sucks it up and does her best to accommodate him. She has an inkling that Crowley will badger her into being a good dorm leader for her new student.

The students of NRC and the Nezumi family are outraged about this. Not only did their would-be murderer show up, he's lodging with their precious prefect?! Anything but that! Either get him out of their school or put him in another dorm.

Kento Nezumi was chaperoning with Trein during their excursion. He and Minako were under the assumption that Rollo had a crush on Malleus at the time. Unfortunately, he accidentally overheard that Rollo was not, in fact, crushing on Malleus but on his sister. (He's still throwing up about it.) After warning the rest of the family about this, they're all on guard and refuse to let Minako and Grim be alone at Mugglesworth. (For some external reason, they're not allowed to stay at Minako's dorm for too long. Maybe it's because they're not students of NRC.)

Brave souls, such as Riddle Rosehearts, offers to have Rollo transferred to his dorm. He may hate him with a burning passion, but at least there are more witnesses and robust students if Rollo tries anything like that flower incident at the symposium again. Minako is just one girl with a cat companion. The three ghosts can't do much to ward off Rollo either. Sure she can hold her own at times, but she has a curse that makes her frail. Rollo would end up baring witness as to why he hates magic so much.

This plot could diverge into a few ways, and I'm itching for Rollo character development:

Idea # 1

Because of Rollo's hatred of magic, Minako decides that perhaps the wizard life isn't for him. Through her dimension-travelling mirror, she takes him to her old neighbourhood Muggle London on her scooter to meet her Squib neighbour.

The old Squib is just the sweetest old lady alive, your typical grandma. She gives them tea and biscuits made with love. Rollo doesn't know when was the last time he felt this relaxed or indulged in anything or even slept peacefully. He could cry.

Idea # 2

My more fleshed out idea.

Perhaps living in Muggle London doesn't work out. A new dimension was something that Rollo could hardly fathom, so he's stuck in NRC in the meantime.

It takes a week or so for Minako and Rollo to even have a proper conversation since they became dorm mates. There is still a lingering infatuation that Rollo has for his dorm leader, but he keeps his feelings internal because he knows that he will never get the approval to court Minako from her family, and he realizes that she's no different from the other mages he's come across. He's hesitant to form a connection with her in any way.

Rollo tries to hate Minako, but fails. In spite of how cautious she is, she's actually willing to give him a chance compared to everyone else at this school.

Slowly but surely, they get used to each other's presence. Like Levi Ackerman lol, Rollo is a clean freak, which Minako appreciates, but he's a terrible cook. They both have green thumbs and the Mugglesworth garden is even more luscious and blooming with vegetables and flowers.

Rollo gets a front row seat to Minako's strange quirks, habits, and the chaos she brings, especially when it comes to taming scary magical beasts. Strangely enough those things don't detract his feelings for her, and he even develops a weakness to Minako's cuteness.

Based on a fan art I saw on Twitter, I headcanon that Rollo suffers from chronic nightmares similarly to Minako. Minako shares a few methods like her sleepy-time tea and writing in a dream journal. She offers her Patronus once, but Rollo refused. Maybe someday, he'll be okay with the Patronus.

Maybe this is just wishful thinking, but the Nezumi family curse probably pushes Rollo to consider dabbling in magic again to try and find a cure for it. Maybe. He's hesitant about it though and still considers using the flowers again so that Minako no longer burdened by her curse, but that plan gets shot down quickly when he learns that simply removing her magic cannot fix her condition. (Boy is going to stumble as he learns and grows).

I don't watch Demon Slayer aside from a few short out of context clips, but I feel like their dynamic would be similar to Lady Tamayo (Minako) and Yushiro's (Rollo) dynamic. Basically, Rollo becomes Sebek 2.0—although more stoic, he's still as much of a nuisance and a simp (I'm sorry Sebek. I love you, I swear).

Rollo is less expressive about his crush, but boy does he get defensive about Minako. The one time NRC is on his side is when he's telling Crowley off for dumping his responsibilities on his dorm leader. He and Grim almost always the first to aid her (rip Ace and Deuce) because they're familiar with her curse trigger patterns.

They almost act like a domestic couple raising a cat together, and it pisses everyone else off, Malleus and Adeuce duo especially. Minako is, as usual, oblivious to the kind of relationship they have now. Rollo–1, NRC–0.

#my thoughts #my writing #twisted wonderland x harry potter #twisted wonderland #harry potter #twst masquerade #twisted wonderland x mc #rollo x mc #twisted wonderland mc #harry potter oc #oc: minako nezumi #rollo flamm #rollo flamme #oc: kento nezumi #dire crowley #ace trappola #deuce spade #riddle rosehearts #mugglesworth

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askingtheslytherinboys · 6 months

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The Heir and the Raven

Chapter 1 of a multi part series

(Chapter 2)

Tom Riddle x OC

Warnings: Just Tom being Tom, none yet

Summary: If Hogwarts Legacy and Harry Potter had a baby. A fifth year student with special magical capabilities transfers to Hogwarts after the semester’s already started. Her last name catches Tom’s eye, and he’s willing to do anything to have her join his cause.

— Kai —

I was anxious, standing outside the doors to the Great Hall. I could hear Headmaster Dippet speaking and was awaiting my inevitable introduction to my own personal sorting ceremony. While most students started their school year at the beginning of September, my circumstances called for me to begin nearly 3 weeks later. I was already anxious about the workload I’d have to make up to be up to speed with my classmates, but now I was anxious about meeting them all. Dippet insisted I be treated as the other students, and had everyone gather in the Great Hall to await me. Personally, I didn’t see the need to pull all the students from their previous obligations just for one sorting ceremony, but my words fell on deaf ears for the headmaster. I didn’t hate crowds necessarily, I simply didn’t want to make a bad first impression. After all, it was going to be very important for the other students to like me if I chose to continue my brother’s work.

As I was listening in, I felt a familiar slither down my body that settled on my lower back, but before I could speak to its source, I heard the headmaster announce. “And now,” he began, “I’d like you all to help me welcome our new fifth year transfer student.” Deep breath in… Exhale out… Big entrance. Nothing too fancy, but memorable. I practiced for this. “Kiley Ravenwood!” I opened the doors and stepped forward. A light round of applause fluttered across the room as I made my way to the front, and I gave a soft smile in return. Right before I reached the podium, I stopped, turning around to face the crowd and raising my hands out in front of me. Murmurs echoed across the hall, confused and intrigued. Dippet started behind me, “Miss Ravenwood wh-?” I flicked my fingertips towards the ceiling and the beautiful artificial night sky exploded with tiny fireworks. Bursts of color and animals made of stars flew across the room in all directions. The crowd gasped, taken aback, before roaring with applause. Large smiles and cheers resounded through the room and I gave a big smile in return before bowing. I turned back around and stepped beside Headmaster Dippet, offering my hand as way of greeting. He had a skeptical look on his face that quickly morphed into a somewhat forced smile. “I see we have a talented young witch in our midst.” He took my hand and shook it before pulling me the slightest bit closer and whispering, “Hopefully you don’t have a taste for trouble?” I shook my head and continued grinning. “No sir. Just hoping to make some friends with a memorable entrance.” He hummed in response and nodded, content with my answer. “Well, everyone!” He continued to the crowd, “Let the sorting begin!”

He ushered me to sit in the chair at the front, facing the crowd. I watched as another professor brought forth the sorting hat. I had studied this school for a few months, ever since I realized I would be attending, so I knew what to expect. There were four houses: Gryffindors, who were brave and adventurous, Hufflepuffs, who were loyal and hardworking, Ravenclaws, who were intelligent and curious, and Slytherins, who were ambitious and cunning. As the professor drew closer, I began to wonder which house I’d be placed in. Obviously, most people displayed all those traits in one form or another, but which ones would prevail? I wondered if my bloodline would be called into question. How much of my history and past would shape the hat’s answer? How much could it know? Does it simply read my thoughts and feelings to solidify its answer? Can it read my future? Can it expect the choices I will make and sort me as such? Will my brother’s.. gift… matter? My mind was racing as the professor drew near, but as they extended their arms to place the hat atop my head, it began to laugh. “Your mind is all over the place.” It spoke. “I can feel it from here. But no matter. Yours is an easy one.” I turned sideways and looked up at the hat not yet atop my head, seeing the folds meld to make up the grin across its leather surface as it announced, “Slytherin!”

The table of students littered in green burst into cheers. Suppose I’m with the snakes then, I thought. I felt the same familiar slithering up from my back and onto my arm and I laughed. Yeah I suppose that makes sense. Though I had tried to convince myself that I was still determining the paths I would take and the choices I would make, I think I already knew what I planned to do the moment my brother, Ambrose, asked it of me. Taking the gift from him, the gift now permanently fused with and slithering around on my arm, was the nail in the coffin. It would only make sense to be sorted into the house with a snake as a mascot and that was known for getting into trouble. Because I certainly had a lot of ambitious tasks and trouble ahead.

— Tom —

He knew that there was going to be a new student transferring in this year, but no one mentioned it would be a Ravenwood. The family was renowned for their contributions and advances in spells and potion research. They created the Draught of Living Death, contributed to the Felix Felicis potion, introduced Apparation and Disapparation, and it was rumored they helped work on many different curses and hexes throughout history as well. The current living members of the family have been very secretive about their present experiments and shut themselves away in their home and lab. Even so, many still knew the members of the family: Tobias, the father, Inara, the mother, and Ambrose, the son. But he had never heard of them having a daughter. How curious. She was a pretty little thing. She didn’t look deformed or monstrous, she was obviously talented… there must be a reason she was hidden away. And he was going to find out what it was. And what a lovely addition a Ravenwood would be for his plans! A Slytherin Ravenwood no less. Yes. She would do perfectly.

— Kai —

She was late, I thought, pacing the courtyard. Or maybe I’m in the wrong place? No, certainly not. I was told to meet one of the prefects, Theodora Heartly, next to the fountain in the courtyard before the front gates. Surely there isn’t another place like that on the grounds. Right? I glanced at my watch again. 9:07. I guess she’s not that late. We were supposed to walk down to Hogsmeade to gather my supplies for the upcoming school year. Thankfully, arriving on a Friday allowed me the weekend to get my materials and get settled. After the ceremony, Theodora showed me to my rooms and promised a tour and to help with my school supplies bright and early the next morning. She didn’t strike me as the type to be late.

“Hello, Kiley.”

I lifted my head up towards the captivating new voice and found myself face to face with a beautiful yet unfamiliar man. He was pale, with black curls and dark intense eyes.

“Hello there.” I responded. “And who might you be?”

He smiled and his teeth glimmered under the sun.

“My name is Tom. Tom Riddle. I will be escorting you to Hogsmeade today.”

I furrowed my brow, confused. “What happened to Theodora?”

He blinked. “She seems to have come down with some sort of illness during the night. A shame.”

She certainly seemed fine when I saw her last night. Though I suppose some illnesses can catch rather quickly. Especially magical ones. “And what of the other prefects?”

He smirked. “Are you not happy with her replacement?”

“No, no, I meant the other girl prefects. I just would expect them to send another female is all since of course that’s who I’ll be living with.”

He hummed. “They were… predisposed this morning. I happened to be walking by when Theodora was brought to the hospital wing and heard her speaking to Professor McGonagall about the situation. Seeing as I was the closest available option and it was already 8:58, I was volunteered for the job.”

“Ahh I see.” I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. “Wrong place wrong time then?”

“Well,” he stepped forward. “I don’t know about that.” His gaze was unreadable as he set off towards the gates and motioned for me to follow. “Perhaps, right place right time.”

I followed him through the winding trails, stopping occasionally for him to collect plants and such for our upcoming potions class. He didn’t talk much. In fact, he actually seemed rather reserved, which I found an interesting trait for a prefect. I stole a glance at him and found him already looking at me. He had such an air of intensity about him. “What are you thinking about, Kiley?”

I pondered. “I was just wondering why you’re so quiet.”

He quirked an eyebrow.

“I just mean, it seems a strange quality for a prefect. You must be insanely talented in something to have been chosen. Or just unnervingly nice. Or perhaps you simply just don’t enjoy giving tours to strangers.”

The corners of his mouth twitched up at that. “It’s not always necessary to speak one’s thoughts. Though I do excel in my studies.” He looked back over to me. “Perhaps I could help tutor you until you’re caught up with our lessons.”

Before I could respond, he gestured to a bridge ahead leading to a colorful and cozy looking village. “And here we are.” He announced. “Welcome to Hogsmeade.”

— Tom —

It was near impossible to get a read on her. He had tried the entire walk over to slither into her mind and get a taste of her thoughts. Thankfully, she didn’t notice, and wasn’t entirely put off by his quiet demeanor, but now he was going to have to try a different route to attain her secrets. Perhaps he could try more intently to invade her mind another time. If he did it slowly enough, she would probably attribute the pain to a headache. But until then, playing nice couldn’t hurt. Maybe he wouldn’t even have to force her.

— Kai —

After hours of touring and shopping, we had only one thing left to buy.

“Well, it looks like I’ve gotten everything except for my wand. Where would we go for that?”

He paused a moment before pointing to a little shop down the street.

“That would be Olivander’s. Go ahead and I’ll be there shortly. I’m going to have everything sent off to your rooms for you so we don’t have to lug it back.”

He turned and walked away before I could respond. How nice, I thought, and began strolling towards the shop, eager to peruse my options. Being a fifth year, it was strange for me to not already own my own wand. But of course, my parents never would have allowed it. I’m sure they would have laughed if I asked. The best I got were training wands to help me direct my magic without amplifying it. But as much as I know they would have loved to see my magics full potential, they were afraid. Afraid of what I’d do to them after the experiments they put me through. And Ravenwoods do love to experiment…

“Why hello there!”

I flinched. I was so lost in thought I hadn’t even realized I had walked into the store.

“Kiley, right? I was told to expect you. You’re looking for a wand I gather?”

I nodded, responding. “Yes! Am I to assume you’re Olivander?”

He gave a wide grin and nodded, offering his hand to me. “Yes indeed! Very nice to meet you. It’s been a long while since I fitted a Ravenwood with a wand. I must say I’m very excited! Was wondering when you lot would come out of hiding. Though of course starting late during your fifth year was not entirely what I was expecting. And I didn’t even know they had a daughter! I mean if I…” he rambled on.

The ding of the doorbell caught our attention and I turned to see Tom walking in.

“Ahh, Mr. Riddle! And what may I do for you today?”

He stepped forward into the shop until he was next to me. I hadn’t really noticed his scent earlier, but, in these close quarters, he smelled lovely. Like books, vanilla, and smoke.

“I’m here with Kiley to receive her wand.”

Olivander nodded. “Yes, yes of course! My apologies for the wait. Now let me see…”

He turned and began rummaging through the thousands of wands lining the walls, muttering to himself as he sorted through them. “No, not that one. No. Maybe..? No, no surely not. Ahh, yes!” He pulled one out from the wall and offered it to me. “Try this one.”

It was grayish black, roughly 10 inches, and felt heavy in my hand. I swirled it in the air and flinched as some of the wands on the wall flew from their shelves into the opposing wall. Tom snickered and took the wand from me. “Perhaps not that one.” He advised, placing it back on the counter. Olivander nodded his agreement and took the wand back before scouring the higher shelves, muttering again. “No. Can’t be that one. No none of these.” His eye caught on one in particular. “Hmm. I wonder if…” he pulled it from the shelf and set it down on the bar in front of me. “Try this one.”

It was beautiful, a reddish wood that was slightly longer than the last wand and felt perfect in my hand. I swirled it in the air and watched as shimmering stars began to fall lightly from the ceiling, exploding into colorful, glittering fireworks much more beautiful and intricate than the ones I had set off the night before. I looked at Tom, and he was watching the stars, the corner of his mouth tilted up in a half grin. “That’s more like it.”

I looked back to Olivander and he nodded. “Very good! And very interesting indeed. That wand there is my last phoenix core. The phoenix feathers are capable of a great range of magic, but they can be very picky when it comes to their owner. The wands can be difficult to tame and win over, but are extremely loyal once they’ve made a connection with you. It’s a very rare type of wand. The only other student I’ve given one to is, well, Tom!” I glanced at Tom. He had a peculiar look on his face, like he was considering something, but it was gone just as quickly as it appeared.

I lifted the wand, looking closer at the intricacies of it. “It’s a very beautiful color too.” Olivander smiled. “Yes, yes! It’s a red oak, 11 3/4 and unbending. A bizarre combination if you ask me. The red oak represents an owner that has very quick reactions, making it a wonderful dueling wand. Its ideal master is light of touch, quick-witted, adaptable, and often the creator of distinctive, trade-marked spells, which is perfect for an experiment-minded Ravenwood! However, the unbending wood represents the unwillingness to change, which directly contrasts the adaptability shown by the red wood. Mind boggling! I’m truly curious to see what you do with it Miss Ravenwood.” I turned the wand around in my hand, contemplating its contradictive properties, when Tom spoke up.

“Thank you for the wand Olivander,” he began, “but we must be going now. We have other matters to attend to.” He stepped back and gestured me towards the door. I turned to Olivander and thanked him again before following Tom out. The wand maker waved. “Wonderful to meet you, Kiley! Excited to see where life takes you this year!” I waved back and smiled as we exited onto the busy streets. It was about 12:15 now and it looked like the lunch crowd was packing in. I turned to Tom, the inquisitive look set on his face again, but again, gone, when he realized I was looking. “You know,” I started, “I didn’t realize we had other plans today. I thought we were just getting my supplies. Wasn’t my wand the last thing on the list?” He grinned. “Originally, yes. But I’ve one more place I’d like to show you before we go.” He began walking towards the center of town, gesturing me to follow. “Have you ever had a butter beer?”

— Tom —

This was going to be more difficult than anticipated. She had a phoenix core just like him and he didn’t like the implications of that. And her wand contradicted itself in being both adaptable yet unwilling to change. That could mean problems for him in the future if she disagreed with his cause. Hmm… Regardless, he knew she was powerful. That much could be inferred, but he wanted to know to what extent. Each new thing he learned just gave him more questions. He was frustrated. Why couldn’t he just read her thoughts? Could she be an Occlumens? And why was she only just now getting a wand? Surely a family as prestigious and well-known as the Ravenwoods would have the means to get their children a wand. Grimacing, he grabbed their drinks and headed back from the bar. He had patience though, he thought, and she didn’t seem hopelessly dull like some of his followers. He could make the most of this. And what better way to soften her up than by buying her a drink?

— Kai —

“This drink is amazing thank you, Tom. And thank you for all your help today even though it wasn’t originally a part of your schedule.”

He nodded. “Of course. Happy to help.”

Curiosity still danced in his eyes. After years spent with scientists for parents, I knew what it looked like to have a question on your mind. And he seemed to look more and more puzzled as the day went on. But maybe it had nothing to do with me. Maybe he had other important things on his mind. I looked down at my Butterbeer, watching as the creamy foam on top began mixing with the last few drops of the rich carbonated soda below.

“It’s a popular drink here.” Tom began, “Most people here will return to the Three Broomsticks for another within the week.”

I looked up at him. “Honestly, I don’t blame them. And with the amount of course work I’m going to have to get caught up with, I’m sure I’ll be returning as well.” I joked.

“I’ll help you get caught up.” He offered nonchalantly. I opened my mouth to argue the offer since he had done so much for me already, but he cut me off. “Don’t be silly and say no. I’m at the top of our class so there’s no one better to tutor you.” I smiled and shrugged. “Whatever you say boss.” His eyes gleamed at my response. Seems like he likes being in charge. And is used to it.

He leaned forward a bit. “And I’m sure it will be easy to catch you up anyway, you being a Ravenwood and all.” I deflated a bit at that. I know my family is well-known, but I was hoping my name wouldn’t catch too much attention. And I especially hoped no one heard about the reasons I had to come to this school in the first place. He leaned back. “You seem distressed that I mentioned your family. I didn’t mean to upset you.” I gave a soft smile in return. He seemed so aware of my reactions and was so considerate in his response. “It’s alright. I know they’re famous and I know I can’t expect people to just not bring them up in conversation. We’re just… I mean I’m just… They are…” I sighed. “It’s complicated.” He hummed in agreement, seemingly understanding the fickleness of family. “Well,” he began, as he stood up from his chair and motioned for me to follow, “Regardless of your name, you seem to be a competent witch. Tutoring you won’t be an issue.” I smiled as I stood and followed him out the door onto the bustling streets.

“Thanks, I appreciate it. And Tom?” I said, stepping out in front of him to block his path. He slowed to a stop, eyebrows raised as I outstretched my hand to shake his. “Call me Kai.”

— Tom —

When they returned, he walked her to her room and then immediately left to find his followers. She was distraught when I mentioned her family, he thought. It’s a good place to start. Finding her secrets, her weaknesses, could be pertinent if she becomes a threat. If he couldn’t invade her thoughts and she wouldn’t yet share them, he’d have to make due with whatever his pathetic lackeys could find. Perhaps the ones with families in the ministry would be the most useful. He turned the corner towards the dungeons and found Abraxas at his usual haunt, listening to the children being tormented in detention.

“Abraxas!” The boy jumped and turned wide-eyed to face him. “Y-yes, my lord?”

“Gather everyone at the Room of Requirement. I have a job for you all.”

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