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â fanfiction tropes: tomarry + time travel
âclaws in my back sink in like a sinking ship / I push them awayâ
âLittle King, wonât you swallow salt? Breathing is, after all, overratedâ
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Another drawing of Henry Peverell aka Harry Potter from @amytheauthors fic âThe Explosionâ >.< I looooove him, the precious lil bean, and itâs fun to experiment with different color palettes âą.âą
*fangirl screaming* Another one?! I canât - Iâm just so excited right now! Iâm so stoked that you like my fic and that youâre willing to take time out of your day to draw such beautiful art! Can I just say? Youâre amazing! Look at the color in this! I love it so much! *Instantly saves to my phone*
Iâm really happy you like it! But really, your story is better than a chocolate chip cookie with ice cream and I really appreciate all the work you put into it! I wish you a good day~ ^w^
Another drawing of Henry Peverell aka Harry Potter from @amytheauthors fic âThe Explosionâ >.< I looooove him, the precious lil bean, and itâs fun to experiment with different color palettes âą.âą
[Potions with Gryffindor and Slytherin]
Professor Slughorn: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life.
Severus: It would be nice to get my sense of purpose back.
Remus: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.
Regulus: My will to live! I havenât seen this in 15 years!
Peter: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!
Sirius: Mental stability, my old friend!
Professor Slughorn: Guys, could you lighten up a little?
How you see yourself when youâre sorted into Slytherin
How everyone else sees you when youâre sorted into Slytherin
Another sneak peek of my Tomarry FanFic, âThe Explosionâ
Another sneak peek, but this is for a chapter way later in the story. This happens in the year of 1941. Tom is 14 and Harry is disguised as Henry Peverell in the past. (More notes at the end.)
Remember, this is not edited. Enjoy!
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The Muggles were cowering, including the Matrons. This was not the first time he had frightened them to this extent. He hated them. He hated how cruel they were. He hated the hatred he could see in their eyes when they looked at him. He hated it all.
But he loved this.
Their fear.
Their weakness.
This proved it. That he was above them. He had power over them. When he had been too little to control his magic, they had beat him, scorned him, thrown him in the cellar, mocked himâŠ
Not anymore.
He could feel his expression. He knew that, to them, he looked mad. His grin was so broad it hurt. His eyes were blown wide with dark satisfaction. He had seen this expression in the mirror once and even he had thought he looked mad. But what did it matter? He was alone. He had no one. There was no reason for him to hold himself backâ
WaitâŠ
Wasnât that wrong? Wasnât there someone?
Henryâs faceâhis handsome, smiling faceâswarmed Tomâs mind as realization struck him. His grin disappeared and his eyebrows rose. His eyes glossed over as he stared at the Muggles before him, no longer seeing them.
Henry PeverellâŠ
âŠwas here.
He had seen Tom explode. He had witnessed his retaliation. In fact, he was right behind him.
Tom couldnât bare to move. If he turned and saw fear and hatred upon Henryâs face because of thisâŠ
But he did move. He couldnât stop himself from peering over his shoulder. He didnât know why he needed to see Henryâs reaction. He didnât know why he needed Henry to appearâŠappear⊠He didnât know, but not afraid. Not fearful. Not angry. Not hateful. JustâŠanything but that.
Tomâs heart felt as if it were pounding hard enough to rip from his chest. His eyes locked with Henry'sâŠ
âŠand his blood ran cold.
Those glowing green eyes were wide. His eyebrows were high on his forehead. His mouth was slightly agape.
Henry was afraid of him.
Tom didnât know where he was going or what he was doing, but his body moved on its own. He spun and ran. As fast as he could. Once he reached the stairs and began to ascend them, he heard Henryâs footsteps behind him.
âLeave me alone!â Tom shouted.
He could feel it. That familiar, awful feeling of sorrow. It heated his chest and the back of his eyes. He was going to cry and that made him so angry. Tears were useless! All they did was make people laugh at you. He gritted his teeth and ran faster, holding them back with as much ferocity that he could muster up.
His body remained on autopilot because he didnât even realize he was at the top of the stairs or racing toward his bedroom door until he was inside and about slamming it behind him. He rushed to his cot and threw himself on the floor in an attempt to reach his suitcase before Henry burst through the door. The moment it swung open, he had reached inside it and removed his wand.
Standing immediately, he pointed it directly at Henry, who stood in front of the open doorway, silent and frowning. Tom knew what came next. Punishment. But this time it wouldnât be at the hands of a cruel Muggle. Instead, his first and only friend, would be the one to do it.
âStay back!â he shouted. He was pointedly ignoring both his trembling body and the way his heart was slowly sinking into the pit of his stomach.
Henry took a step forward. Tom backed up, right into his small desk. There was no escaping this. He felt trapped.
âThey deserved it,â he snarled. âYou saw how vile they are!â
Henry took another step forward. Tom did as well and raised his wand to point directly at Henryâs throat. Henry didnât flinch. He took another step. Tom felt something odd. It was foreign to him. Heâd never felt this before. It was a tug at his heart. A twist at his naval. A waver in his stance. It was hesitation, yes, but more than that. It wasâŠ
âŠanguish.
He didnât want to hurt Henry.
Why was his chest hurting so much as Henry drew closer to the tip of his wand? Why did he want to reverse time and ensure that he had never shown that side of himself to Henry? Why? Why did everyone hate him for defending himself? Why wasnât Henry different from them?
Henry was not afraid of the wand that Tom was now barely clutching in his fist that was pressed softly against Henryâs chest, still pointed at his face, but not really a threat. He was looking calmly into Tomâs eyes.
âWhy arenât you running?â Tom demanded, but his voice was shaking just as hard as his body. âI can make you hurt! I canââ
Henry was inches away now, looming over Tom with an unreadable expression. Tom was frantic. His wand was still in his hand, but his hand was clutched in Henryâs, who held it in the air away from them.
âWhat are you going to do?â Tom whispered.
His lip was quivering, but he remained in control. His tears stayed at the edge of his vision, never falling.
Henry leaned down and Tomâs breathing stopped. The entirety of his skin broke out in goosebumps as a shiver ran down his spine. Henryâs warm lips were pressed to Tomâs forehead. His body heat warmed the chill that had settled into Tomâs bones.
Tom didnât notice when his wand fell to the floor or when he clutched Henryâs hand and shirt for dear life. He was lost to the wave of despair and hope and relief that crashed into him, forcing his tears to shed like waterfalls and his throat to scream unintelligible noises into Henryâs chest.
He did, however, notice Henryâs arm wrapped around him. It was tight, very tight, and warm and safe.
Tom hadnât ever cried like this before. Not for this reason. Not because he was relieved. Not because he wasâŠ
âŠhappy.
Henry was shattering Tomâs world. But, while it had scared him before, now it didnât. Because Henry was holding him now and Tom didnât want that to stop. He wanted Henry to be with him forever. He had never had a friend before, or a suitor, or a crushâŠ
This was still new to him, despite having spent an entire school year getting to know Henry. Because, to Tom, trust was never to be given. He trusted no one. Ever. Until today. Until this moment.
Henry was worthy.
Henry wasnât afraid of Tomâs darker side.
Henry wasnât angry or hateful or cruel.
Tom couldnât believe someone like this actually existedâwouldnât have if he hadnât met Henry himself. No one was this kind and forgiving. It was impossible. OrâŠTom had thought so.
He didnât know how long he spent, crying into Henryâs chest until his voice was lost, but, somewhere along the way, Henry had laid them down. Tom eventually cried himself to sleep and, when he woke, marveled in the realization that Henry had never once released him. He had held him close.
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Yes, I am still working on chapter 13, but I have written, read, and reread every line of it over and over. Sometimes, to keep myself inspired, I need to write chapters and scenes that come later on in the story.
I hope these little snippets keep you satisfied while you wait. <3
Anyway, if you havenât read my FanFic and you would like to, I have 12 chapters up now and links are below.
Love you guys!
ArchiveOfOurOwn (AO3) link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8574454
FanFictionNet (FFN) link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12235966/1/The-Explosion
O gosh Iâm feeling things stop this madness stop the feelings itâs killing mehhhh >.<
âWear me like a locket around your throatâ
Sadly, my impulse control seems to be lost forever. *subtly kicks a rattling box*
Absolutely no way of getting it back. *kicks the box off a cliff*
What a shame.
ANYWAY! I just finished reading @vivypotters fic âWear me like a locket around your throatâ and boy was I smitten with the idea of Harry having golden scars. So yeah, I mean, I couldnât not make some fanart for it⊠haha⊠^^â
âân actually, I w'snât ev'n tryna⊠uhhhhâŠâ
âKill?â
âYeah, that. I w'snât really trying to do that⊠t'youâŠâ
âTom, youâre drunk.â
âYeah, that, too.â
Harry sighed and pulled a staggering Tom Riddle closer to his side as to better drag him through the now quiet streets of Hogsmeade.
Tom hummed in a tone that almost could have fooled him sounded contented. His head fell onto Harryâs shoulder andâ for a short momentâ the raven haired boy wondered if that position wasnât uncomfortable.
âAnd besidesâ Harry drawled in an almost Malfoy-like manner âwe both know that was a lie.â
Tom missed a step and almost pulled Harry with him to the cold stones.
It was only with a sudden burst of energy that the Boy Who Lived managed to steady both of them in just the right time.
âNo⊠âs not true. Wouldnât..â the Slytherin frowned slightly, bringing them both to a sudden stop by digging his feet into the ground and mustering Harry with an unsettling open look. âDonâ wanna hurt you⊠nât really⊠would kill anyone that triedâ
Harry huffed and pretended that the words had no effect on him whatsoever. âYeah, right.â
Tomâs frown deepened. ââm being honestâŠâ then, like an afterthought âfor the first time since⊠hmmmâ
âSince forever?â Harry finished dryly, slid an arm around the brunetâs waist and continued to drag him through the streets. âRight. And thatâs why youâve been torturing me my entire life in one way or another.â
Tom grimaced, but said nothing. Probably too intoxicated to properly process what the raven had just said.
Andâ figuring that Riddle wouldnât be able to remember even a single word of all this come morning anywayâ Harry proceeded. âI mean, in the end, it certainly paid off. You successfully murdered me, asshole. Congratulations.â
The wry words drew a low noise from the otherâs throat. And maybe it was just Harryâs imagination, but the brunet seemed to go even paler with each vivid description of just what Tomâs future self had done and would do to Harry.
Somehow he took a sort of vindictive delight out of that.
âAnd really, that stupid laugh youâll adopt in the future? Donât. Just donât. I never know whether to laugh or suggest you go see a doctor. It really doesnât sound healthy. Then again, looking like a walking corpse with snake skin isnât exactly healthy either Iâd bet.â Harry snorted. âHonestly though, you could at least try to be a little less of a heartless jerk and just kill me straight out at the end of my fourth year. Without torturing me first. That would have spared me a whole lot of pain.â
Still, Tom said nothing. Just stumbled on beside him, head bowed slightly and utterly defenseless.
If he had been able to, Harry wouldnât have hesitated to kill him right then. But he couldnât. And not only because he was dead.
The raven laughed quietly, green eyes flashing in the frosty light reflecting off the snow.
Somewhere in the distance a crow startled awake and emitted a screech, warning the living, breathing beings that something dead was moving amongst them.
Harry bared his teeth at the feathered animal and lead Tom around another corner, the castle already visible beyond the small stretch of forest.
âIâm sorry.â
It was said so softly that Harry almost wouldnât have caught it. He huffed.
âYeah, whatever.â
Riddle shook his head, his eyes dazed and unfocused.
Were he anybody else, Harry would have described Tomâs expression as almost haunted with the way his fingers clenched und unclenched at his side and his skin taking on an ashen color.
But he knew better.
Harry drew in a deep (and very unnecessary) breath, when Riddle suddenly slumped against him; knocked out.
The crow screeched once more before taking flight, becoming a pale shadow against the moon.
Harry dragged Tom all the way up to the castleâs entrance.
Yet, there was only one set of footprints left in the snow.
â Tomarry Time Travel AU
Harry looks vaguely nervous, scratching the back of his neck. âItâs a really long story,â he says finally, almost apologetically, âand itâs really hard to believe.â
âTry me,â Regulus says, more than a little daringly.
âââ
The lovely @bubblemuffles suggested this fic to me (I was simply desperate for a good Regulus Black fanfic) and I am shook. This story features a snarky Regulus, James and Lily Potter in all their bickering glory, and big brother Sirius who isnât able to stay in the same room as his little brother for more than ten minutes without Regulus wanting to dive head first back into the water with the Inferi. And last but not least: our time traveling boy Harry Potter, who is a sight for sore eyes amidst all that chaos, and seems to inadvertently become Regulus impulse control⊠more or less. Everyone who enjoys Time Travel AUs, angst, and (most importantly) Regulus Black should definitely give this fic a try!
So my impulse control still hasnât made a reappearance. Must have gotten lost somewhere between Pluto and Jupiter⊠I should probably go and retrieve it. But not now. Maybe later.
Anyhow, I doodled something from @amytheauthorâs fic âthe Explosionâ because I canât get over the sheer awesomeness of her character portrayals. Especially Harryâs~
Tom, sweetheart, you are the exact reason of his war flashbacks đŒ
A request from @alyna-cherry who asked for tomarry hugs with protective Tom.
Well, now he have to hug Harry only to protect himself.
I actually wanted to wait with this announcement for a few more days, but I have absolutely no impulse control, so.... GUYS! I DID IT! I SET UP AN AO3 ACCOUNT! I MIGHT START WRITING ACTUAL FANFICTIONS! đ±
Like, whoa, actually getting to write something... this is gonna be incredibly fun! Or... agonizing, for that matter xD
Voldemort: Now, young Draco, I need you to gather intel on Harry Potter's daily habits, you will need to-
Draco, without hesitation: Potter goes to breakfast no later than 8:03AM; he will often leave for class by 8:38AM; he has a free period from 10:00AM to 11:00AM on Thursdays; Tuesdays he will have no classes after 12:57PM; he enjoys-
Voldemort: [casts lip-lock jinx on Draco] You know what, no, Iâm not even going listen to what else you have to say, how did you even MANAGE to gather all that information-[looks around at Death Eaters] someone get this boy a damn hobby, he needs something to do with his time
hey i just wanted to ask if u have an ao3 account ? btw. im from germany too :))
Hello dear! Yes, I do have an AO3 account now and just uploaded the first part of my Tomarry soulmate AU there! *yeyyyy* My username is RunningHaunted ;)AuĂerdem ist es wirklich wundervoll ein anderes, deutschsprachiges Mitglied in der Tomarryhölle anzutreffen~ ^w^
I have 13 versions of this chapter written. Each is a little different. I need your help deciding the beginning of the chapter because I like every version that I have created. I've narrowed it down to 1. Harry waking in a large bed alone while Tom is invisible and watching him silently (because he didn't want to scare him), 2. Harry waking in a large bed frightened out of his mind because HELLO THERE'S VOLDEMORT WATCHING YOU SLEEP lol, and 3. Harry waking in a chair that he can only get up from if he is not trying to escape and Tom. In all 3 scenarios, Tom is not trying to scare Harry. He's actually trying to explain the situation to him. Hahaha! Poor Tom.
Chapter 13 for âThe Explosionâ (my Tomarry/Harrymort FanFiction) is ALMOST DONEâŠ
âŠbut I cannot decide which scenario I want to use for the beginning of the chapter.
Please vote for your favorite one to help me choose!
Thank you!
Ravenclaw: Why are you so extra all the time?
Slytherin: *Slowly turns around in a rotating chair as their long cloak drags on the floor with their polished crown sitting on top their head. A cat is perched in their lap as their shiny, bejewelled, ring fingered hand pets it. The roar from the fireplace behind them casts an orange hue as the shadows darken their expression.* What do you mean?