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As of 01/12/25
Tom Riddle
The Prefect's Secret
The Aetherium Bargain
Fred Weasley
Wrong Timing
Theo Nott
The Boy Who Stopped Believing in Happy Endings
Notes: Let me know if any of the links don’t work 🤍
The Aetherium Bargain: A Tom Riddle Story
Chapter Five
Warnings: None, if there is any let me know <3
Word Count: 2068
Thursday evening found Elara heading toward the library, her mind already consumed by the complex runic structures Tom had mentioned. She hadn’t told her friends where she was going; the secrecy now felt less like a necessity and more like a shared privilege.
Tom was waiting for her just outside the restricted section, the light of his small lamp, casting long, skeletal shadows across the shelves. He carried a single, massive, crumbling volume under his arm.
“Good evening, Elara,” he greeted, his voice low. He did not smile broadly, maintaining the air of focused purpose.
“Tom.”
He motioned for her to follow him. “The knowledge we must pursue tonight is too fragile for the main study areas. Bloodline magic is easily disturbed by passing thoughts. I’ve found a better space.”
He led her down a narrow, forgotten corridor, past stacks of heavily enchanted, useless volumes, until they reached the door of an unused classroom near the dungeons. It was cold, silent, and felt intensely removed from the rest of the castle. He cast a quick, silent muffliato charm on the door.
“Here,” Tom said, gesturing to her inside. The room was dominated by a large, smooth, stone table in the centre, perfect for spreading out ancient texts. “This space is secure. No one ever comes here. We can focus completely on the most obscure elements of your lineage.”
Elara pulled out a chair as Tom carefully laid out the vast, heavy book. He flipped through the archaic, dense script until he reached a specific illustration - a solitary figure holding a glowing crest, a crest strikingly similar to her necklace.
“We’re continuing our work on ancestral pacts,” Tom began, his tone entirely academic. “I found the specific source of that family tale you mentioned last week. The ‘Legend of the Keeper and the Serpent’s Price.’ Rings a bell, doesn’t it?”
Elara leaned in, her eyes tracing the image. “Yes. My parents only ever referred to it as an old Solis story. A kind of cautionary tale.”
“According to the myth,’ Tom continued, tracing the lines of the illustration with a sharp finger, “your ancestor, Cassius Solis, possessed a magic so unique he encased it in a protective vessel, the Aetherium Lock, to shield it from a powerful rival who sought immortal control.” He spoke the names casually, as if quoting a passage from Beedle the Bard.
“The tale then claims the Solis line holds the key to the Lock, bound into their very bloodline. A lovely, romantic notion of ancestral defence,” Tom said, a slight, patronising chuckle escaping him. “But entirely impractical. Bloodline inheritance doesn’t manifest as a physical key. We’re only interested because the conceptual power of the Lock, the supposed willing transference of magical identity, is relevant to our Charters work.”
Elara relaxed, seeing his purely theoretical interest. “I tried to ask my mother about the Lock once. She told me to never mention the name outside the family. They’re obsessively private about our history.”
“Understandable,” Tom murmured, closing the book. “History, especially ancient history, is often treated like a secret treasure. But we must treat it like a functional tool.”
Tom leaned back slightly, shifting his focus entirely from the text to Elara herself. The silence in the abandoned room was total. “You’ve applied yourself to the Runes notes you’ve made with characteristic depth Elara. Your analysis of the early protective oaths was remarkably insightful.” He paused, letting the genuine academic praise sink in. Then, his eyes dropped briefly to her face, a look of focused, quiet admiration replacing the academic concentration. “Your mind possesses a remarkable clarity Elara,” he continued softly. “It is visible, even. Your eyes, they hold the colour of deep amber, yet they never look away from the facts on the page. It’s a compelling reflection of your focus. It suits the meticulousness required of your Solis heritage.”
The compliment was delivered smoothly, linking her physical beauty to her intellectual rigor. Elara felt a deep warmth spread through her chest. It wasn’t the kind of empty flirtation she received from other boys, this was validation.
“It must be difficult for you, Elara, to find true equals in the Ravenclaw common room,” he remarked, his voice carrying the faint suggestion of a mutual, high standard. “Most students here value noise over knowledge, and are obsessed with trivial, passing concerns. We’ve been sitting here for an hour, exploring concepts that predate Hogwarts, yet I doubt anyone even noticed we left.”
He shook his head slightly, subtly implying their superiority.
“It is a relief to find someone who appreciates the silence and the depth of inquiry. This work is too important to be diluted by trivial distractions or childish friendships.”
He was carefully severing the emotional link between Elara and her friends’ skeptical warnings, replacing it with a far stronger bond: the sense of shared, superior purpose.
Tom gathered his notes, rolling up the parchment with a final, decisive snap.
“We’ve accomplished a great deal tonight Elara,” he summarised, his tone warm with professional approval. “We know the theorised key isn’t physical, and the guard mechanism is likely tied to some form of ancestral magical oath. But this kind of deep research requires immense focus, and one must guard against intellectual burnout.”
He stopped, and his expression softened slightly, shifting from the brilliant academic to the charismatic Head Boy.
“I’ve also found that you are a vastly more interesting conversationalist than anyone else in this castle Elara. We should step away from the parchment for a moment.” He gave a small, controlled smile. “Hogsmeade is open this weekend. I am required to make an appearance for Head Boy duties, but I find such duties highly tedious alone.”
He looked directly at her, making the invitation feel like a significant, personal choice.
“Accompany me to the Three Broomsticks on Saturday. We can have a butterbeer. I want to learn more about the person who possesses such a rare mind and heritage. I want to understand what Elara Solis desires for her future, beyond the confines of a textbook.”
The invitation was flattering, a request for social companionship from the school’s most unattainable student, framed as a welcome respite from serious work. It subtly shifted the focus from her brain to her self, a crucial step in building emotional attachment.
Elara was momentarily stunned. A date with Tom Riddle? The academic admiration she felt was immediately compounded by a sudden rush of excitement and surprise.
“I… I would like that very much Tom,” she managed, her voice light with pleasure.
Tom offered her a final, brief, yet potent smile of agreement. “Excellent. Saturday then.”
He stood up, gave a final, authoritative nod, and walked swiftly out of the classroom, leaving Elara alone in the cold silence. She touched the Aetherium crest on her neck, no longer thinking about ancestral oaths, but about the weekend.
Robin was simply wrong. Tom Riddle wasn’t a cold monster; he was a brilliant, thoughtful partner who was now inviting her into his private world. He saw her value, both in her intellect and, she now dared to hope, as a person.
But, although she had secured the notice of the most important student in the school, she failed to see the manipulation had successfully transitioned to a new, dangerously personal phase.
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Elara arrived back in the Ravenclaw dormitory much later than usual, flushed with excitement of her meeting with Tom and the prospect of their upcoming Hogsmeade trip. Nancy and Robin were both settled in, stacks of textbooks ignored in favour of waiting for her.
The moment Elara closed the door, Nancy bolted upright.
“There you are!” Nancy cried, throwing a pillow playfully at her. “We were ready to send a search party to the fifth floor boys’ bathrooms. Spill it Solis. Where in the world have you been for the last two hours?”
Robin looked up from her threadwork, her expression already laced with concern.
“We know you weren’t just reading ancient runes Elara,” Robin added, her voice softer but firm. “You missed supper again. Did you finally track down that obscure text on binding charms?”
Elara dropped her bag and leaned against the wardrobe, unable to suppress a secretive, please smile.
“I was with Tom Riddle,” she admitted, deciding to simply state the fact and gauge the reaction.
Nancy immediately threw a hand dramatically over her heart. “I knew it! The Roman Statue of a boy! What did he say? Did he ask you to be his partner in a secret Head Boy mission? Did he confess his undying love for your brilliance?”
“No, and no, Nancy,” Elara chuckled, pulling out her pajamas. “We were in the deepest, quietest part of the castle, an unused classroom. We were researching ancient bloodline pacts for my Charters work, tracing the roots of my family’s protective magic.”
“In a cold, dark, unused classroom?” Nancy wiggled her eyebrows. “That sounds precisely like the setting for a very interesting Head Boy mission.”
“It was purely academic,” Elara insisted, though she felt the need to share the exciting details. “He also invited me to Hogsmeade this weekend. To the Three Broomsticks, for butterbeer.”
Nancy let out a genuine squeal of delight. “He asked you on a date! Elara, that is a date! The most popular, most brilliant boy in the school wants to spend his precious Saturday with you. You have to tell me every single detail of what you’ll wear!”
Robin, however, placed her threadwork silently on her bedside table. Her previous gentle concern had solidified into distinct worry.
“Elara, listen to me,” Robin said, her tone serious enough to immediately quiet Nancy. “I know he’s charming. I know he’s clever. But I’ve heard things.”
“What things Robin?” Elara asked, irritated that her friend couldn’t simply be happy for her.
“Dark things. About where his research leads,” Robin pressed, leaning forward. “He doesn’t just study Elara. He manipulates. He only associates with people who can further his own power. He’s surrounded by followers, not friends. You are incredibly intelligent but you are also very trusting. Your family is ancient Elara. If he thinks your family’s history holds some kind of secret advantage, he will use you to get it.”
“That’s ridiculous Robin!” Elara snapped, feeling defensive of Tom. “He’s Head Boy! He’s trying to stabilise the world, he just wants order. He respects my mind and my knowledge of obscure magic, he told me I was the only person who understood the complexity of his research.”
“That’s the exact reason I’m worried! He shouldn’t be discussing deep bloodline pacts with you in an empty classroom Elara! That’s not N.E.W.T level study, that’s dangerous research,” Robin argued, her voice rising slightly, “And now Hogsmeade? That’s his way of making you relax, of making you believe this is a real relationship so you let your guard down.”
Nancy tried to intervene, waving her hand. “Oh come on Robin. Maybe he just wants a gorgeous, smart girl on his arm for once, instead of one of those drooling Slytherins.”
“No,” Robin insisted, ignoring Nancy and focusing solely on Elara. “I heard a rumour from a seventh year prefect, a reliable one, that Tom Riddle has been researching things no one should touch. Forbidden magic. He’s obsessed with relics and things that offer immortal control. He isn’t interested in your history Elara, he’s interested in what you hold.”
Elara sighed, dismissing the concerns as dramatic hearsay. She knew Robin meant well, but she didn’t possess the intellectual depth to understand Tom’s purely academic pursuit.
“You’re letting gossip cloud your judgement, Robin,” Elara said dismissively. “Tom is offering me a partnership based on shared intelligence. He asked me out not because of my looks, but because he sees the potential in my mind. You and Nancy are happy with surface level talk and simple relationships. I am simply seeking something deeper.”
She smiled, already turning her thoughts to Saturday. “Besides, if he’s trying to manipulate me, I’m the one person in this school smart enough to see through it. I’ll go to Hogsmeade, enjoy the butterbeer, and then we’ll go back to the Charters next week. Don’t worry.”
Robin watched her friend with a deep frown, her fear palpable. She knew her warning was already lost to Elara’s desire for intellectual validation and the flattering attention of the school’s most powerful student.
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A/N: A long chapter today! How are you guys like Elara so far?
Nora x
The Aetherium Bargain: A Tom Riddle Story
Chapter Four
Warnings: None, if there is any let me know <3
Word Count: 1862
Elara hurried through the Great Hall dinner, barely tasting her food, eager for the agreed upon time. Robin’s warning about Tom only made the meeting feel more significant, a challenge to her own intellectual powers.
The Aetherium Bargain: A Tom Riddle Story
Chapter Three
Warnings: None, if you see any let me know <3
Word Count: 1683
The library was Elara’s favourite place. It was quiet and an escape from the chaos of the rest of the castle. She loved Nancy and Robin, but she also loved being by herself studying sometimes. It was late afternoon and she decided to skip dinner to study potions. She was by no means bad at it, but it wasn’t her best subject. She was finding it difficult processing the complex theoretical element of potions. Slughorn was teaching advanced potions and this was N.E.W.T level so she wasn’t the only one to find it difficult. But Elara was determined to master it. If she couldn’t understand something, it annoyed the daylight out of her and she wouldn’t stop until she grasped it.
Voldemort's behavior is cringe-like; he hasn't grown out of adolescence; he can't admit his mistakes. All of Voldemort's Horcruxes and speeches are pompous and stupid. He's magically weaker than Dumbledore. In the fifth book, he feared Dumbledore would kill him at the Ministry. Voldemort degenerated because of the Horcruxes and died at the hands of a 17-year-old at his former school.
Omg 100%. I think it shows just how ignorant he really is. Do you think if he was able to feel love he’d be different?
The Aetherium Bargain: A Tom Riddle Story
Chapter Two
Warnings: None, if you find any let me know <3
Word Count: 1290 (a shorter one, longer ones will be coming soon)
Elara was delighted that Ancient Runes was her first lesson of the day. She was probably the only student in Hogwarts that liked it, most considered dull and boring but not Elara. She sat down merrily at the front of the classroom, excited to what she’d be learning about this year. The only other student to excel in Ancient Runes was Tom Riddle, naturally.
Tom sat at the opposite side of the class in the middle, getting out his books, parchment and ink.
“Good morning everyone, how wonderful it is to see you here for another year,” the Ancient Runes Professor beamed at the front, “I trust you have all studied hard over the summer, Miss Solis, why don’t you start us off with the first translation in the textbook?”
Tom’s head shot up like a bolt of electricity had just jolted through his veins. Solis. The name from the book, the name that holds the lock to an ancient magic, the lock he was going to dedicate his time to find. And she was right there. She had been all along yet he hadn’t noticed till now. Her hair was a shade of dark oak, with warm hazel eyes, though Tom wasn’t interested in her beauty. All he saw was a tool, a puzzle and most importantly, the key to the power he seeked. She wore a necklace around her neck, he couldn’t quite make it out, but it intrigued him. It wasn’t an ordinary necklace, it looked like a symbol. And as Elara translated the ancient runes perfectly, she had no idea what the boy behind her was planning.
Throughout the day, Tom kept a close eye on her, during lessons and even in the library. He noted her mannerisms, she was observant in lessons but easily distracted elsewhere by what he assumed were her friends. Speaking of her friends, they were the only people she spoke to other than the Professors. Her strongest subjects appeared to be Ancient Runes and Charms, though she excelled in most. Though it would take more than a day to study her, he had to be patient. He couldn’t just go up to her and start asking about her family, he needed to build it up, to be smart, to charm her, to make her trust him. Tom prided himself in his charm, he was blessed with good looks that usually got him everything he wanted.
None the wiser to the Slytherin’s plans, Elara was enjoying a walk around the castle grounds with Nancy and Robin their first lessons of the day.
“I still can’t believe you chose Ancient Runes, was there ever a more boring subject to exist?” Nancy joked, making Robin laugh.
“You call it boring, I say it’s for highly intellectual people, so I understand that the two of you don’t understand.” Elara bit back.
“Hey! I am very intellectual, thank you very much,” Robin defended.
“Yes, when it comes to speaking with boys,” Nancy commented.
“You’re just jealous.”
“Jealous of who? Robert? Please. I’d rather be trapped in a room with a troll!” Nancy snorted.
“Elara, have you got your eyes on any boys?” Robin shifted the focus away from her.
“No. Boys are a distraction from learning.”
“Depends what you want to learn about,” Nancy sniggered, making Robin laugh.
“You’re disgusting, you know that right?” Elara turned her nose up.
The three fell into light laughter and conversation during their walk. Elara adored her friends, the three of them were all incredibly different yet were the perfect trio. Elara was the smart one, Robin was the funny one and Nancy was the gossip. Elara couldn’t imagine her life at Hogwarts without them, they were always there for her and she for them. However, Elara may have been intellectually intelligent but she was emotionally naive. Without Nancy and Robin, she struggled to distinguish between honesty and a facade. It was her only weakness. A weakness that would soon be preyed upon by Slytherin’s Head Boy.
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A few days after Tom had discovered Elara Solis being the key to his plans, he had studied her deeply. As deeply as he could without speaking to her or anyone else. The time had presented itself perfectly when Professor Slughorn had asked Tom to stop behind after a potions lesson to help him with something. Slughorn was under Tom’s thumb, and had been since he first joined. As usual, Tom used his charm and intelligence to get what he wanted and he wasn’t about to stop.
“Professor,” Tom began.
“Yes Tom.”
“I recently came across a name whilst studying potions. And I was wondering if you knew anything about it.”
“And what name might that be?”
“Solis, Professor. I have tried researching the name and its significance to potions but I have been unfortunate in my findings.”
“Ah the House of Solis. It is a very significant pureblood name with centuries worth of history. Though potions are not in the family's strengths,” Slughorn told him.
“What are their strengths, Professor?”
“I am not so certain myself , Tom. I can only base off of the legend of the Keeper. He is said to have been the last Solis to hold possession of a rare, unknown magic though that is just a story, only a rumour. I believe the family are well known for their charms, specifically protection charms. Perhaps your best chance of learning about their potions is to talk to Elara Solis in Ravenclaw,” Slughorn suggested.
The Solis family having ties to protection charms made perfect sense after the book he read a few nights ago. There was a protection charm on the relic he sought to find. It would also explain why Elara was the top of the class in charms.
“Thank you for your help Professor,” Tom smiled, his infamous charming smile.
After leaving Slughorn’s classroom, Tom headed to the Great Hall for dinner. The Hall was noisy with chatter and laughter, the perfect setting for observation. Tom sat at the end of the Slytherin table, waiting for Elara. It wasn’t long until she entered with her friends and sat down on the Ravenclaw table. She was laughing at something her friend had said, deep in conversation.
Nancy, the ever so perceptive friend, caught the intense look from Tom’s face toward the Ravenclaw table. Though after a few more glances, she realised he wasn’t just looking generally at their table, he was looking at Elara.
“Elara, look. Tom Riddle won’t stop staring at you,” Nancy jabbed her elbow into Elara’s side.
“Ouch! What are you talking ab…” Elara looks in the direction of the Slytherin table and sees the charismatic Head Boy looking directly at her.
“He’s just observing the room, you’re so dramatic,” she shrugged it off.
“Staring at you for the past five minutes is not observing the room.”
Elara glanced over again, to see him still looking at her. Tom, realising he’d been caught, offered his charming smile causing her cheeks to flush pink.
“Merlin you’re blushing!” Robin exclaimed a little too loudly, earning a few looks from students nearby.
“Bloody hell Robin, do you want to say that any louder?” Elara cursed, “And I am not blushing!”
“You so are,” Nancy squealed.
Tom saw every interaction between the group and somehow he knew the topic of conversation was about him. After dinner she glanced at him one more time, before leaving. The first stage of his plan was complete in only a few days, the second stage would take more time. But, for what he was seeking, he was ready to wait. The hunt was just as thrilling as the capture.
The Autherium Bargain: A Tom Riddle Story Chapter Guide
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
The Aetherium Bargain: A Tom Riddle Story
Chapter One
Warnings: None, if there is any let me know <3
Word Count: 1440
Elara Solis was an incredibly intelligent witch. When she arrived at Hogwarts six years ago, there would be no other reasonable house that she could be sorted into other than Ravenclaw.
Elara was looking forward to her final year at Hogwarts. She loved to learn, loved to read and unlike most of her peers, she secretly enjoyed exams. She was top of the class in most of her lessons, well apart from Tom Riddle, Slytherin’s Head Boy but that was a given. She spent most of her spare time in the library or in her dormitory studying, it was what she was the best at.
“So, how are we feeling about this year?” Nancy, one of Elara’s best friends, asked whilst they were unpacking their trunks.
“Can’t wait to do my exams,” Elara answered honestly as she hung up her school shirts in the wardrobe next to her bed.
“Merlin you’re such a freak Elara,” Robin, her other best friend, laughed.
“What? I value my education unlike you two cretins,” Elara grinned.
Nancy and Robin had been her friends since their first year. They were the only three girls sorted into Ravenclaw that year and became close very quickly. Elara couldn’t imagine her time at Hogwarts without them. Nancy was a half-blood witch that dedicated her life to hearing the latest gossip and Robin was also a half-blood but prided herself in her brutal honesty that got her in trouble majority of the time.
“Did you speak to Robert over the summer?” Elara questioned Robin.
“Maybe, maybe not.”
“Robin and Robert, it’s got such a lovely ring to it hasn’t it?” Nancy smirked.
“Shut up. If you must know, we did talk over the summer.”
“Ooo do tell,” Nancy was clearly eager to know the latest gossip as always.
“There’s nothing to tell, we just exchanged letters a few times. His muggle father is fighting in the muggle war, I feel sorry for him actually.”
“I’ve heard of the muggle war, my mother has been hearing lots about it in the Ministry,” Elara told them.
As the three of them talked about their summer and discussed other teenage girl gossip, Elara mindlessly twirled her necklace around her finger. Her father had given it to her the moment she had received her Hogwarts letter, a symbol of strength and knowledge. Her mother had told her it was a Solis family heirloom that had been passed down for centuries. Elara hadn’t really given much thought into it, but she always wore it and hardly ever took it off. After getting the best grades she possibly could in her O.W.L’s, she thought it good luck to wear the necklace.
“Have you ever taken that necklace off?” Robin queried.
“Hardly.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. My father gave it to me before I came here, a family heirloom or something like that,” Elara answered.
Elara often wondered about the symbol on her necklace. The dark silver was shaped into a crest with the writing of Aetherium carved into it. She had no idea what it meant or how that related to her family but she wore it regardless.
Elara’s family was, in a way, a unique pureblood family. They didn’t really care for bloody purity, unlike many pureblood families, though it was slightly important to them, their name had been significant for centuries. Rumours, legacies and tales surrounded the Solis name regarding an ancient and forgotten piece of magic. The story goes that an ancient ancestor once held a unique piece of magic that gave them immense power, a piece of magic that was sought after by many, but especially by one of the Hogwarts founders, Salazar Slytherin. Slytherin had heard of this magic and dedicated his life trying to find it. According to legend, the Solis ancestor guarded the magic in a relic that only a fellow Solis could access. But that was just a rumour. Elara had asked her parents about it but they were quick to dismiss the tale, telling her it was just an old family story. She wasn’t sure if she believed it, but was yet to find a book with any information about it.
Meanwhile, deep into the dungeons of the castle, next to the Slytherin common room, Tom Riddle sat in the Head Boy room, studying a book at his desk. The book looked as though it had been dragged through hell and back, which was common for a book from the restricted section. The room was cold and the atmosphere dark, perfectly reflecting the boy sitting in it. Tom Riddle’s thirst for power often consumed him, taking up most of his spare time. Tom didn’t have friends, he had followers. But it wasn’t enough, not for him. He may have been the most intelligent and powerful student at Hogwarts but he had his limits. His magic could only go so far. And so he spent his time searching, searching for answers of power. He had not been successful, as such, so far. Yes, he had discovered the Chamber of Secrets and released the basilisk, yes he had uncovered the truth about horcruxes but he was still trying to find something to release more power within himself. He was no longer seeking the Dark Arts, he sought forgotten fundamentals of magic; soul magic, binding rituals and artefacts that predated the present. He had spent months searching in the library and in the restricted section for answers but they hadn’t come, until now.
Tom had found the book on the top shelf at the back of the restricted section, he hadn’t come across it before. The title, The Legend of the Keeper and the Serpent’s Price, was engraved into red leather in golden swirls. Though it appeared to be a children’s book, Tom could feel something deep within it.
He spent all of his evening studying it, hanging onto every word. The book told the tale of a young man with a rare, unknown piece of magic…
‘In the time when the four founders still walked the halls of their great fortress - a time of promise, yet heavy with the shadow of future discord - there lived a man named Cassius Solis. He was not a warrior nor a king, but a Keeper. He possessed a magic so rare, so fundamental to the very weave of existence, that it had no name among the common spells. It was a power of willing transference, the ability to bind one’s truest magical identity to a vessel and ensure its eternal safety, untouched by time or malice.
Cassius prized this magic, yet felt its burden, for the strength he held was a beacon to the ambitious.
The Serpent, ever watchful, ever keen for means of immortal control, was the first to take note. Salazar Slytherin, whose heart was fixed upon creating a magic that would never die, grew aware of Cassius’s gift. Salazar did not seek gold or status; he sought the root of binding. He courted Cassius with promises of magical glory and immortal legacies, yet Cassius saw the cold, isolating darkness behind the Serpent’s smile.
He knew that Salazar would not share the magic, but consume it.
And so, Cassius devised a way to protect his gift. On the night of the year’s longest shadow, he gathered his strength and, with a spell that drew not upon stars or elements but upon the absolute purity of his own soul, he poured his nameless power into a simple, beautiful vessel: The Aetherium Lock.
The Lock held the power, becoming the most potent artifact of binding ever conceived. But Cassius, understanding the cunning of the Serpent, created a final, unbreakable defence:
He shattered the key.
The fragments of the key were not scattered to the wind, nor hidden in the earth. They were bound into the very bloodline of the Solis family. Legend has it that the key does not manifest as a metal trinket or a spoken word, but as a dormant, willing echo within the true heir - a unique lineage enchantment that can sense, and willingly transfer, the power held within the Aetherium. Only when the Lock is presented to the heir, and the heir is willing to share their deepest magical self, will the Lock’s vast, fundamental power be released.
Thus did Cassius Solis save his magic from the Serpent and thus did he become the Keeper, passing the burden of the key through the silent ages.’
Most reading the story would be inspired by Cassius’s noble intent, but Tom Riddle wasn’t like most.
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A/N: Ahhhh I'm so excited to begin this story! Working on Chapter 2 as we speak 🤍
New Story!
Hi everyone, hope you're having a magical day. I've decided to write a multiple chapter story between Tom Riddle and an OC. I'm currently working on the first chapter and hope to post it soon. Here's a little taster:
The Aetherium Bargain
Hogwarts, 1945. Tom Riddle is charismatic, brilliant, and utterly ruthless. As Head Boy, he is the most desired student at school—but only one person holds the key to his darkest ambition.
Elara Solis is from an ancient family, the keeper of a forgotten arcane artefact: the Aetherium Lock, a source of power that Tom Riddle is determined to possess. Recognising her unique magical legacy, Tom begins a meticulous, months-long courtship, praising her intelligence and sharing deep, false vulnerabilities about his orphaned past.
Under the guise of a shared destiny, he convinces Elara that their bond is real, that their combined power can fix the broken wizarding world. Elara, desperate to be understood, falls recklessly in love with the sensitive genius she believes is hidden beneath the perfect mask.
But as the school year draws to a close, and their 'love' ritual approaches, Tom reveals the terrifying truth: her heart was never the prize—it was only the vessel. Her affection is the final, willing sacrifice needed to activate the Lock and bind its power to his own dark soul.
In the aftermath of the betrayal, Elara is left broken, magically drained, and haunted by the knowledge that she helped unleash the monster who will become Lord Voldemort. Now, she must decide if she can ever be whole again, or if the price of Tom Riddle's ambition is a debt only she can repay.
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Cedric Diggory Fluff: Y/n is Cedric’s date to the Yule Ball
The Boy Who Stopped Believing in Happy Endings: Theodore Nott x Reader
The Boy Who Stopped Believing in Happy Endings: Theodore Nott x Reader
Prompt: Theo ends things before they truly begin - not because he doesn’t care, but because he does. With a family name like his, he’s convinced loving anyone will only bring them pain. Y/n confronts him after he avoids her for weeks, leading to a quiet, bruising conversation where he admits: “I want you. That’s the problem.”
Warnings: Cursing. If there is any more let me know <3
Word Count: 2061
“Y/n can we talk?” Theo asked her as soon as she stepped foot in the Slytherin common room, almost like he was waiting for her arrival.
“Yeah, of course,” she smiled at him, but soon furrowed her brows and Theo’s glum expression, “Is everything okay?”
Theo ignored her, instead nodding in the direction of the stairs. She followed him to his dorm room, not looking forward to the conversation that was going to follow.
“What’s this about? What’s wrong?” Y/n questioned nervously as she perched herself at the bottom of his bed.
could u maybe write something about theo nott please?
Of course! He's on my list 🤍
Wrong Timing: Fred Weasley x Reader
Prompt: Fred realises he’s in love with Y/n the day she starts dating someone else. He tries to be supportive, tries to stay funny, but his jokes land flatter, and he avoids her in small, noticeable ways. One night in the common room, everything slips - not in a melodramatic way, but in a quiet, devastating confession he didn’t mean to make.
Warnings: None. If you find any let me know <3
Word Count: 2078
Fred Weasley had spent most of his time at Hogwarts laughing, pranking and joking with his twin George. Of course, they had made friends with a fellow Gryffindor in their year, Lee Jordan. Through the years the three of them had caused chaos around the castle and were Filch’s worst nightmare. In their fourth year, the three had made friends with two Gryffindor girls after George had accidentally set one the girls’ robes on fire. It wasn’t funny to Y/n and Layla at the time but after days of apologies from the boys, the girls made what can only be described as alliances with them until they eventually became the closest of friends. Gradually, Lee and Layla began growing closer, then started dating in their fifth year. During the Triwizard Tournament in their sixth year, Fred had asked Angelina Johnson to go to the Yule Ball with him, which left George and Y/n. Everyone made jokes about them being the only two left but neither of them had romanticized about the other, they were just extremely close friends. Y/n however, had eyes for his twin…Fred. Though she never admitted it to anyone, she had developed feelings for the charming red haired boy since the second week they knew each other. She’d pushed her feelings aside, telling herself it was a silly teenage crush and most of all, she cherished her friendship with Fred and wouldn’t do anything to get in the way of that. However, when Fred told the group that he had asked Angelina to the Yule Ball in their sixth year, Y/n felt heartbroken. Worst of all, she felt guilty for feeling that way.
would you ever write about neville or dean? loved the riddle one btw we need pt2 fr
Ahhhh thank you!!!! Part Two is deffo a possibility <3
I would 100% write for Neville or Dean, have you got anything specific in mind?
Fiction Requests
Who would you like to see the most?
Tom Riddle
Fred Weasley
Ron Weasley
Theo Nott
Cedric Diggory
Blaise Zabini
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The Prefect's Secret: Tom Riddle x Ravenclaw Reader
The Prefect’s Secret: Tom Riddle x Ravenclaw Reader
Prompt: Y/N goes searching for answers about her family in the restricted section. Slytherin prefect, Tom Riddle, catches her red handed. However, he has something she wants, and he doesn’t give up something without something else in return.
Warnings: None. If you find any let me know <3
Word Count: 1636
Y/N closed her eyes, tucked into her bed in her dormitory in Ravenclaw Tower along with the other girls in her room. Though, Y/N wouldn’t be sleeping, not tonight. She waited patiently for the others to fall asleep, listening for the soft snores as an indicator. After waiting for what felt like hours, the girls had finally dropped off. Y/N slipped the covers off and got out of her bed, already dressed for her late night trip. She had been planning her mission for a few weeks but had never got the courage to sneak out after curfew.
who will you write the most of? xx
Ooooo! Not sure. Probably Tom Riddle tbh 💕