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Tomarrymortmicrofics June 2025
Day 1 - Force Day 2 and 3 - Suspend and Cajole
Day 4 and 5 - Brush and Merriment Day 6 - Snarl
Day 7 - Banquet Day 8 - Rise
Day 9 - Trinket Day 10 - Obscure
Day 11 - Wing Day 12 - Haze
Day 13 - Bribe Day 14 - Gallery
Day 15 - Restless Day 16 - Pose
Day 17 - Ambience Day 18 - Babble
Day 19 - Pearl Day 20 - Maim
Day 21 - Chew Day 22 - Purify
Day 23 - Tyrant Day 24 - Fountain
Day 25 - Elevate
Death’s Archive of Our Own
He was Harry, He is a Monster | Complete | There is a monster inside Harry that only one being was capable of enticing out, and the monster relished in its freedom.
‘Cause Fools in Lust Could Never Get Enough of Love | Oneshot | The plan was insane. No the whole idea was insane...and the worst thing? The most insane thing of all? It worked.
Your Cruelty is my Desire (My Pain is your Pleasure) | WIP | The night after his thirteenth birthday, Harry Potter witnessed something that would effect him in ways he couldn't imagine.
The Potter Ball | Oneshot (for now) | The Dark Lord won. Due to the prophecy, Harry has had to hide his true potential.
The Dark Lord Will Rise Again | Oneshot | One night in 1987, the Dark Lord and two of his followers pay a visit to number 4, Privet Drive.
cw: mentions of Depression
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: Teen and Up
wc: 1140
Still Remember
The Marauder's map sat on his bed, waiting for Harry to pick it up.
Harry hesitated. He could trust Tom.
Right?
Fuck it.
Harry grabbed the map, paranoid of any and all sounds he might make. He touched it delicately— like any interaction would reveal his worst fears.
A breath escaped him. The map rustled. Harry flinched.
There were no snored from the other beds, but he was no fool. This was Slytherin. Everyone had one-way Muffling charms. Behind them, there was a very large chance his dorm mates were awake.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." Ink flooded the map. Harry would never stop marvelling at how his father and his friends had created it. Even Hermione hadn't cracked it. Hermio—
She was gone. They were all gone.
His already less-than-great mood plummeted to the trenches. Below into the dark caverns. His hear ached with how he missed his friends.
He would get them back, he told himself. But even his normal surety had started to crumble.
Harry looked back at the map. Gryffindor tower was full of students, none he really recognised apart from Ignotus Prewett and Fleamont Potter.
But in the dungeons…
Harry's hear plummeted. In one of the rooms outside the Slytherin common room— four lefts and a right to be exact— was a familiar name.
Tom Marvolo Riddle.
And he was surrounded my other names.
Corvus Lestrange.
Orion Regulus Black.
Abraxes Brutus Malfoy.
Cassius Avery.
Those were just some of them.
Tom had promised that he wouldn't hold any more meetings of the Knights of Walpurgis.
He'd lied.
And what had Harry expected?
The plan had gone easy—too easy.
Tom Riddle had been obsessed with him. Tom Riddle had started dating him. Sure the factor of Harry popping up out of no where did it. But it was still too easy.
(It was a game of cat and mouse, but Harry wasn't sure who was the cat anymore)
And then, merlin, Harry had started caring about Tom.
From the beginning. the plan had been to make sure Tom never became Voldemort. It had been to stop Tom from ever creating the group in the first place.
No matter how accidental the travel had been, the plan had been to eliminate Tom as a threat. Harry had it all set up too.
He;d already talked to Dumbledore about giving Tom the defence post. And though the not-so-old professor had been more than reluctant at first. With memories from the future, he'd been more than obliging.
"This is troubling, I'll see what I can do about the Post."
(But Harry, new to the green and silver, had only seen the troubled smile on the man's face. Had only thought that Dumbledore was still uneasy about Tom. He'd never seen the shadow lurking behind it. The shadow that promised ruin for both of them.)
And now, all his efforts were in waste.
All because Tom Bloody Riddle had decided that no, Harry wasn't enough, and that he'd like to have the world too.
And Harry'd seen it. The future with Tom at the mantle.
Lives had been destroyed, his including.
After the war, Harry had just been floating. An empty husk. Ginny had broken up with him after a few months saying how Harry "Didn't care."
He'd almost killed her when she slapped him after he accepted it with an "okay," when she had been yelling at him how he wasn't even fighting for her. Tears had been streaming down her face.
And then somehow when he had woken up the next day, he'd been laying in the forbidden forest two years younger.
More than 50 years in the past of where he'd fallen asleep.
Harry shook himself out of his thoughts. Maybe Tom wasn't plotting to take over the Wizarding World.
But Harry wasn't going to leave anything to chance.
Carefully opening his bed curtains and tiptoeing across the room, Harry exited the dormitory Marauders Map and wand still in hand.
Tom couldn't be doing it all still. He couldn't.
(Harry had forgotten this was Tom Riddle.)
He made his way down to the common room, making sure that no one spotted him. It was dark, the only light coming from some of the lanterns.
A student was asleep on one of the chairs. Harry couldn't tell who it was, but he became even quieter. The door opened with a creak when he reached it. He held in a breath. He couldn't be sure no one heard that.
Not stopping, he walked out of the common room into the cold, dark dungeons of Hogwarts. Harry still didn't know the area very well— having been in Gryffindor before— so he just followed the map.
Hiding in the shadowed corners, Harry slowly made his way to the room the map said Tom was in, and even as he walked closer, his heart began to sink.
There were voices.
Multiple and very familiar voices.
The map never lied. He didn't know why he felt so angry now but he was.
Why the fuck did Tom have to try to become a dark lord again? Why?
What was the fucking point?
And suddenly, it was like a switch had flipped. Harry's whole body sagged, his face crumbling. Why wasn't he enough?
Why wasn't he ever enough?
He stayed by the door, listening.
"—the Ministry? It is run by imbeciles—"
"—No," cut in Tom's voice. "I am staying at Hogwarts." Harry froze. Did Tom somehow learn of the deal he'd made with Dumbledore?
"If I may ask, why my lord?" asked Abraxas. Harry had to fight an urge to run at the words.
My lord.
Harry could feel Tom's glare. It was getting too much now.
An unlocking charm he'd learned during the war would open the door. But did he want to?
He did. He couldn't take any more of this.
The whispered spell unlocked the door, and before he could give a second thought, Harry stepped inside.
Silence.
All heads were turned towards him.
Tom's face showed visible surprise, but just for a moment. It was back to it's stone cold default.
A tear escaped Harry. All of this for what? "I told you not to continue these meetings," said Harry. His voice broke slightly on the last syllable, and he knew Tom had heard it.
Tom sighed. "You've left me no choice Harry."
Before Harry could say anything, he uttered a word that made Harry's eyes widen. A spell Harry hadn't in the least remembered.
"Obliviate."
Harry woke up.
His eyes widened, and a dull sense encompassed him.
He remembered.
He remembered all of them.
Every. Single. Time.
That Tom had obliviated him.
He suspected he was supposed to feel angry, but he didn't feel much of anything.
Just emptiness.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
… 'Wut' indeed… How many of ya Harrymort suckers waited for something like this to finally happen? 😂
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I don't think I had a chuckle as great while sketching any of the earlier pages as I did with this one. That POOR, miserable sod! 🤣 Oh, Harry, Harry…! Smart, how SMART, my boy!
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IT IS HER. THE WENCH IS HERE. The one and only so many of you asked about and wanted to see in the comic! 👀
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I am staunchly anti-censorship. Don't like don't read should always be heeded. Humans need to be able to express themselves in ways that don't cause tangible harm to one another. Fiction and art has always been an important method to process difficult concepts and feelings. Not to mention censorship is part of why everything is so fucked rn. So busy trying to yell at each other about stupid shit while the people bleeding the larger populace dry laugh at us. There needs to be space for conversation even about shit that makes you uncomfortable even in ways that make you uncomfortable. Freedom of expression is worth fighting for. I hate to see people who care about art actively fight to make the space more close minded and puritanical.
MoD! Harry, but it's just him minding his own business in death's realm, trying to figure out how all this stuff works and suddenly young Tom Riddle — who's still at the orphanage — enters his realm. Cue Harry being confused and wondering if Tom somehow died while trying to figure out what to do with The Kid.
Honestly? No, Tom isn't dead, he just happened to see a tear between the fabric of reality and couldn't mind his own business so he stumbled inside, now he isn't sure if he ever wants to leave.
OR
Another one where Tom kills for the first time in the girl's bathroom, and while creating his first horcrux, he was briefly sent to Death's Realm, cue him obsessing over this strange green-eyed boy who sent him back to his body
"Can we make it a full hour this time?" Tom leans against a pillar of nothing in Harry's realm. "An hour before you send me back again."
Harry's face is cold, devoid of any affection as he says: "If that will stop you from creating another Horcrux? Tom, you clearly cannot see the damage you are inflicting upon yourself! This is what, your fifth? Do care nothing for the consequences?"
Tom grins. "I care and that's why I keep doing this. You are the consequence, what does physical comfort matter then?"
Harry draws in a shuddering breath. "An hour."
"An hour," Tom repeats and pulls Harry into a kiss.
Voldemort wakes up into a cold body, lets his magic slowly warm it back up, power the heart until it can function on its own. Everything hurts as he moves, his eyesight is all wrong and cloudy. It feels like there's water in his lungs.
Despite the pain, he grins. He got to see Harry for a whole hour.
guys!!!!! did you know that in fandom space, you could disagree with people about fictional things without being rude or harassing them?! it’s okay not to be a jerk. it’s okay to mind your own business, mute or block what upsets you and let people enjoy whatever makes them happy. fandom is about positivity and having fun, not forcing others into having the same opinions and characterizations of the characters as you and shaming those with different views
