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fanfic end of the year asks
since it’s december, i thought i’d make a little end of the year ask meme for fanfic writers and readers! reblog and ask away
favorite fic you wrote this year
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favorite line/scene you wrote this year
total number of words you wrote this year
most popular fic this year
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longest completed fic you wrote this year
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longest wip of the year
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fandom you enjoyed writing for the most this year
favorite character to write about this year
favorite writing song/artist/album of this year
a fic you didn’t expect to write
something you learned this year
fic(s) you completed this year
fics you’ll continue next year
current number of wips
any new fics to start next year
number of comments you haven’t read
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events you participated in this year
fics you wanted to write but didn’t
favorite fic you read this year
a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read
number of favorites/bookmarks you made this year
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*feel free to specify fandoms or a fic depending on the question.
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HP De-stress December 2021
December tends to be a stressful month for a lot of people, so let’s try to de-stress and unwind with some laughter this year.
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Make something!
Then, post anytime during the fest up.
In keeping with the idea of de-stressing, this event is going to take an almost no rules approach. So, while you can approach this like a typical Flufftober or Kinktober challenge and post on the specific day, it’s not required.
Also, in that spirit, we are welcoming fan creations in all mediums.
No, seriously. As long as you can share it online, any medium will be welcomed. Fic, art, sketches, podfics, mood boards, lego art, photos of clay sculptures, or anything else that you can think up.
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Do you have any opinions on female Tom Riddle fanfic. Any good recommendations, I find it interestingly subversive
Hi there!
Oh, do I ever lol. I certainly find the idea of a female Tom Riddle to be fascinating— a lot of work, most certainly— but fascinating. There would be so many layers to consider if you swap Tom’s gender that, truth be told, it’s almost daunting. I’ll include the reasons why under the cut here.
Weiterlesen
I have been summoned!
Great analysis as always, El - really makes you think about how far Tom would have gotten with his plans for rebellion/taking over the country, because I could really see it as her having to resort much more to manipulation and blackmailing for lack of a support structure/network of faithful, affluent minions as you said!
I definitely think that a fem!riddle would be more likely by far to be underestimated by those around her (because let's be real, how often are/were women, especially in the past, seen as little more than a pretty face?) Which would also maybe convince her to further her plans in a way that isn't all carnage and murder, simply because she, I'm assuming, wouldn't have access to that big of a number of supporters, at least not in the beginning. (I'm thinking of her as some sort of background puppet master in the political realm, rather than an open revolutionary.)
But, I have been summoned for recs, not my ideas on fem!Riddle, so that's what I'll try to do! Sadly, I can't think of too many fem!Riddle fics I've read, but I've had a look at my bookmarks and ao3 and here's what I have for you, dear Anon:
Favourite Pasttime by hookedonthesky(@hookedonthesky)
Harry Potter hated Tamsin Riddle. She hated her smug looks, her superior attitude and her perfect attire. But Harry also loved getting one over Tamsin. Academically, or... otherwise, Harry, well, Harry loved to win.
A cute, same-age Hogwarts One-Shot that I read a while ago and enjoyed a lot.
Hell and all its fury by asterismal(@being-luminous)
Orphaned at a young age and newly abandoned by her Aunt Petunia, Harriet Potter has no choice but to accept the governess position at Thornfield Manor. As her aunt always took such pleasure in telling her, she has nowhere else to go.
When she finally meets her charge, little Bellatrix Black, she decides there's nothing in the world that will make her leave. Not the girl's father and his heavy gaze. Not the servants with their secrets.
And especially not the strange sounds at night, which no one else seems to hear.
A Jane Eyre AU that is still ongoing (4/6 Chapters) but seems very promising so far! I adore the relationship between Harriet and Bellatrix, and am curious to see where the story goes (having never read Jane Eyre but knowing of the plot, I have... a vague idea). You can always trust Aster to write fleshed out characters and satisfying stories though, so I’m not worried.^^
Knives & Cyphers by Katzensprung
With the Order on the verge of losing the war and increasingly desperate, Harry thought breaking into Malfoy Manor was the only way to get the information needed to bring down the ministry. She didn't count on someone else seeming to have the same idea.
“You have finally met your destiny, Harry Potter. Will you bow to Death?” Tom asked.
Harry startled – either at the touch or words, Tom wasn’t sure – and leaned her head back just enough to look into Tom’s eyes.
“Not bloody likely,” Harry said.
A non-magical AU and another ongoing fic (2/3 Chapters), I read this recently and found myself smiling at the POV of both Harry and Tom and their antics.
This author also seems to have a few other fem!Tom stories that I haven’t read yet, so check them out!
Alas, that is all I have to offer right now. I would love to rec (and read) a canon-divergent Lady Voldemort story sometime, but I haven’t stumbled across one until now - so if you know one, or are writing one, let me know! I’d love to read it.^^
NETFICS!
This is a combination of the three things I love most: fic, editing and netflix ❤️ The idea popped into my head and I went for it before realizing I would have to make covers FOR ALL THESE FICS??? I have no words for how much I enjoyed myself while I was making this, just - no words. For the names of the categories I tried to go with ones that netflix actually does have!
Here’s a list of every fic included, they are all wonderful, mind-blowing, gorgeous pieces that I love dearly!!! The downside of the format is that I can’t gush properly, but believe me, every single fic in here will make you vibrate with how good it is.
All-time favorites (pretty self-explanatory)
1. Grounds for divorce - @tepre (my actual fave of all time, individual rec here)
2. Dwelling - aideomai
3. A Sword Laid Aside - @korlaena
4. Running on air - eleventy7/ @tinyhistory
5. Who we are in the shadows - @quicksilvermaid
New Releases (fics published this year that I’ve loved)
1. The Ferret’s Nest - @l0vegl0wsinthedark
2. Catch and Release - @shealwaysreads
3. Give me a quiet mind - calrissian18
4. Inside Your Mind - @lazywonderlvnd
5. Kiss me in the doorway - @primavera-cerezos
Bingeworthy (catch me dry-eyed and delirious at 3 am, refusing to put these down)
1. What we pretend we can’t see - gyzym
2. Embers - @shiftylinguini
3. Turn - saras_girl
4. Away Childish Things - @letteredlettered
5. That Old Black Magic - @bixgirl1
Action & Adventure
1. Shibboleths - zeitgeistic
2. Tangiers - @magpiefngrl_fngrl
3. Eternally Consistent - kitsunealyc
4. For Thine is the Kingdom - @kedavranox
5. The Pirate and the Prince - @nerdherderette
I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE THIS OMG I LOVED MAKING IT I WANNA MAKE MORE ALREADY!!! ❤️
The Fates (Maleficent AU)
"M–my Lord," a rat-faced man speaks, knees sinking to the floor. "I know where he is, I know where Harry Potter is."
The Lord on his throne laughs. A cold, hollow sound that could shake the fear out of the ground.
"It would seem," Voldemort smiles, "the Fates are on my side."
(As the Lord sits and prowls on his glory of grandeur, above the clouds, the Fates snicker with shaking heads for they are not, in fact, on his side)
They have done well to hide his location.
Kept in the deepest, most dangerous parts of the woods. Secured under a barrier of protective magic. It takes a while for Voldemort to pierce through the wall. That fool, Dumbledore did his homework.
Slowly, he lurks closer to the crib. He is disgusted to find the thing already staring on him.
With big eyes that shone the type of innocence only seen by youths, this thing, his would-be destroyer, looks nothing more than a common baby with an oversized head. Offended, he is, that the majority of townsfolk considers this to be their ungodly savior.
Either way, Voldemort would gladly crush their hopes once he encloses his claws around his neck and breaks.
His oversized head tilts to the side, curiously staring at the face of his soon-to-be killer.
Then, softly, he smiles. A wide grin showcasing gaps and small teeth that has yet to mature.
The oversized thing raises a hand, fingers twitching in a silent plead to come closer. Amused by the request, Voldemort reaches out a hand of his own.
His palm and fingers are significantly longer, both in length and width, dwarfing the oversized thing's own hand. With this, he could easily crush his wrist, and finally be rid of this thing.
"A–are you going to kill him yet my lord?" the rat asks, and for a blissful minute there, Voldemort nearly forgets his existence
He looks back at the oversized thing. His would-be killer. Then smiles wickedly, "Not yet."
(Voldemort is curious—
What would the boy become? Does the prophecy hold any relevance? Is this boy just an oversized thing with an oversized head and oversized eyes?
To not be careless, he'd send Barty watch over the boy. In case the prophecy indeed holds some truth.
Perhaps some day he'd visit that cottage himself)
"My Lord," his servant bows his head. "I have returned, and came to report you per usual."
"Speak, Barty."
"Harry Potter will be turning eight next week. He does his morning routine as follows; fetching water on a well, baking or tidying the garden, rolling down grassy hills, speaking to faeries and sometimes disregarding his godfathers' warnings or commands." He clears his throat. "He is a curious boy, indeed. It seems he has no knowledge of what lurks outside the barrier, and I believe, some day, he would be killed by wild beasts lurking on those murky woods if he ever tries to indulge on his curiosity."
Of course. A sigh almost escapes Voldemort's lips. Every year, as he continues to live, his would-be destroyer becomes bolder and braver and perhaps losing braincells along the way. "Keep an eye out. That boy would die and seal his own fate before I could."
"My Lord, do you mean I simply observe... Or do I find a way to stop it?"
"Let no harm come to him. He must not perish." Not yet.
Many years
come to
a pass,
Voldemort decides to visit.
"How old is he?"
"Eleven, my Lord."
Voldemort hums.
That oversized thing— is not oversized anymore. His head shrunk, his eyes no longer overtaking most of the space on his face, and the child-like innocence he's come to notice before is mostly gone.
He's taller now. The softer lines of his face disappears, emerging harsher features that showed his maturity.
"Is this a normal occurrence?" Voldemort asks, frowning at the obscured sight of a raven-haired boy sleeping beneath the thick, long grasses.
"Yes." Barty presses his mouth, biting an amused snort. "He usually sleeps here in this time of day. The friendlier creatures has deemed him Sleeping Beauty because of it."
"Hm."
(The boy slumbers, plays, runs and laughs. Unbeknownst to a crow and a Lord watching him beneath the shadows.)
Unbeknownst to a Lord who has taken too much interest in a way this boy smiles)
The boy left the barrier.
Voldemort seethes through his gritted fangs. Perhaps he'd finally get rid of his misfortunes and end him. One less stupid thing in this world filled of stupid things.
He encounters a galavanting grey-hound wolf, and decides to threaten question him.
"Where is he?"
The hound whines from his wrenching grip around its hairy neck. Voldemort has no time for this, for all he knows, that boy could be slaughtered and his organs are left dangling somewhere in the trees.
He tears through the hound's mind, ignoring its cry of protest, and peers in his earlier memories.
In his search, he finds a glimpse of memory, a boy going inside a house built in saccharine sweets, fooled by its false illusion of secutiy, and there, he is invited inside by a kind-looking witch.
That same witch, from what Voldemort knows, has a penchant for green-eyed boys who smelled of summer breeze and freshly rolled grass.
He growls.
Voldemort arrives right in the moment that the witch is ready to stew herself a next meal, pushing a white-stricken Harry Potter into her blazing oven.
Behind her, she is unaware of the hellfire she brought on herself.
(I knew it, was the first words that left the boy's mouth once the gag on his mouth is released.
Knew what?
You're real, he breathes out, disbelief. The faeries warned me that a stranger watches me in secret. I had my suspicion... I remembered red eyes staring at me when I was a baby and for a while, I thought it was simply a weird dream. Was that you?
Yes.
You're real.
I am.
They stare. And the boy visibly swallows. What's your name?
I'm not sure you want to know.
He laughs like the hum of summer breeze. Why wouldn't I want to know the name of my protector?
When Voldemort provides no reply, the boy frowns. Oh. You really won't tell me? Fine, I'll just call you Fairy Godmother, that's what I call you to the faeries anyways.
Cheeky boy.
Fine, he says in final.)
"I was wondering when you'll appear again."
"I was unaware that you were waiting for me at all."
"It's my birthday," he says. "Is that why you came? Have you returned to me with a gift?"
Yes. "No, of course not."
Harry sits on his bed, legs crossed against the other. The snores of his godfathers hum behind thin, cracking walls. If Harry would scream, his guardians would wake instantly.
But Voldemort could easily lure Harry outside, far away where no one could hear him at all. He'd believe anything, this naive, stupid thing.
Harry blinks, moon-lit glasses glinting behind glittering green eyes. "Fairy Godmother?"
Voldemort scowls. "You insist on calling me that? I am neither a fairy nor a mother."
His lips quirk into a sly smirk. "I wouldn't have to if you simply gave me your name."
With a sudden prickle of annoyance, his hand itches to—
Hold him?
Kill him?
Is there a difference?
He ignores this feeling.
"How old are you?"
"Thirteen."
Already. Voldemort observes Harry and finds the image of a stupid, oversized thing inside balled up blanket too distant. "Come."
"Where are we going?" Harry whispers, hastily following Voldemort out the front door, and only then does he notice how the boy is barefoot, wearing nothing more than a billowing sleeping dress made of white cotton, his tanned legs underneath wore nothing.
When cold late morning wind blows, Harry shivers. Voldemort refrains to mention it. He continues to dart forward, and Harry struggles to move along his longer strides.
At some point, they reach the end of the barrier. Harry freezes.
"...will it be alright?"
"You doubt yourself now? This is not the first time you stepped out of boundary."
"Yeah, but that was before! I'm not stupid to risk it again. Who knows what's in there at this time of day..."
"I'm here," Voldemort claims. "No creature would dare cross us."
"And you're so sure of this because...?"
"I just am," Voldemort responds coolly. "Unless you want to go back—"
"No!" the boy cuts in. "Fine. I'll come with you."
How remarkably easy that Voldemort nearly laughs.
("Is that...?"
Voldemort watches Harry gape, stunned. His moon-lit glasses glinting behind star-struck eyes. "Indeed. It's a unicorn."
Harry laughs, and Voldemort steps back when the creature of light threads closer to the boy. Watching the young thing with intelligent eyes. Its head bows, and Harry's jaw hinges free. Then with a shaky hand, touches its forehead, his hand engulfing through pure, vivid brightness.
Harry looks to his side. Grinning at him with all of his teeth present.)
"Will you come back?"
Without hesitation, he responds, "No."
"But you will, right?" Harry says, ignoring what he said. "You've been watching me for a long time. I know that crow who spies on me at a basis somehow involves you, I've been seeing it since I was a baby. Now, I can see you."
"Listen here, brat." He points a claw on the sharp edge of his jaw, an inch away from piercing the skin. "I have other matters to attend, more important than playing tea party with a kid like you."
Harry remains motionless. Then, softly, adds with a cheeky smile, "...but you will, right?"
Voldemort Apparates.
(Every time he comes back, he thinks this time, I'll kill him this time.
Only to come back to his castle, annoyed at this boy who easily slept on his presence, who's moon-glasses hid the starlight of his eyes, who's scent of summer wind and sunlight follows him everywhere.
It repeats the next year.
Then the next.
And the next—)
How old is he? Somehow, Voldemort always forget. And each time, he asks—
"Fifteen. He's turning sixteen tonight," Barty answers. Staring at him intently. "Will this be the year, my Lord?"
The crow-animagus looks at him in question, withholding his breathes as if praying for something.
Voldemort knows Barty, throughout the years of being the boy's observer, has grown weak for him.
"We shall see."
Barty isn't pleased at the vague response, but he smartly keeps it to himself.
( Harry brightens at the sight of Voldemort. "You're here," he says, a little shyly. "You said something about a party?"
"I did." Voldemort's scarlet eyes slides at the boy's form. "You're wearing that?"
"What?" Harry pouts. "Is there something wrong with it?"
It isn't, but it's rather... revealing.
His dress shirt hangs loosely on his frame, collar hanging free to expose cold collarbones and long expanse of Harry's neck. If Voldemort observes any close, he could see the vague silhouette of his nipples under the thin sheen material of his shirt.
"Nothing," Voldemort says a tinge too quickly. His voice drier than usual. "Let's just go.")
Voldemort disappears the moment they step into the festivity.
With lanterns hanging above twisty twigs, with people, vampires, ghosts, faeries and a few centaurs all gather together to dance. All gaudy lights and loud music, Voldemort hates it in the same amount as Harry loves it.
Harry drinks a variety of liquor, from cherries, pumpkin and carrots. He explores the food he hasn't eaten, and glances discreetly to the creatures he's never seen up close before.
A vampire even asks him to dance, his eyes, for a brief second, lingering to the wide space of Harry's neck.
Harry cocks his head, considering, then nods, letting an arm curve around his waist and taking him to a moving crowd.
Voldemort does not care. He does not care when anger licks his temper, and the flames rise out to burn the vestiges of control he has left. The burning desire coils in his bones and he wants to—
To steal him away
To lick the teasing skin of his neck
To explore his hands under his shirt and watch him writhe under his touch
What he wants does not matter.
That boy will die, he swears to it, he swears—
( "I'm returning you to your godfathers—"
And Harry pouts— pouts with fruity-scented lips, high off in the colour of his cheeks, and his dress shirt somehow draws looser. "But I'm still dancing."
Voldemort then shoots a glare at Harry's partner from behind. "Not anymore. He left."
His partner pales, and does, in fact, leaves before disappearing out of sight.
Harry is stubborn, and wretches away his arm, folding his arms like a brat. "You didn't dance with me."
Irritable, Voldemort answers back, "You never spoke interest for it."
"That's because you left before I could," Harry grumbles, bemused and annoyed.
"Next time."
The boy peers at his face, unconvinced. "You won't leave this time?"
"I promise."
And that seems enough to break Harry's dampened mood, he smiles, not to its usual cheerful extent, but its there, and it's still bright. Like his moon-lit glasses and starlight eyes. "Okay."
He grabs Voldemort's hand, tight and trustful.)
This is it.
Kill him.
Apparate to the furthest parts of the woods and kill him
Kill
Him
The boy is near-asleep, his fluttering eyelids and hazy irises, and gently, Voldemort places him to bed.
It never fails to surprise him of how his prophecy boy falls asleep lighter than a feather. And the boy is awake, only barely. "...will you ever tell me your name?"
"Not yet."
He lets out a quiet chuckle. "You said yet. Does this mean you'll tell me one day?"
"Maybe."
"You always seem to keep secrets from me. Will I never know or is that also a not yet?"
"Will you ever stop asking meaningless questions?
"And are they?" Harry whispers. "Are they really meaningless?"
Voldemort plucks the glasses out of the boy's face, ignoring how Harry's face seems softer without them. "For now, they are. Go to sleep."
He looks tired, his body sprawled in a position that could sing and lure a siren. And for a moment, he remembers Harry's earlier instance with the vampire. The beast inside of him bares its teeth, and so Voldemort bares his.
He sucks a small, pale mark on his neck.
Harry is fast asleep. And tomorrow he'd wake up with the sting of his fangs.
The boy, now aged sixteen at the stroke of midnight, lies asleep, neck claimed by a love bite and Voldemort watching him still, thinks next year, he will kill him, for sure.
(He is not aware the Fates above him shake their heads at the man who's not aware he has already fallen)
for @gameofdrarry Exploding Snap Gryffindor Knockback Jinx card, an illustration for a fic featuring forced cooperation.
In the Great Hall, he slowly and cautiously loosened the chain between Harry’s wrists, one eye on the gears, until he thought he saw a faint flicker and yanked them five links tighter again with a jolt of panic. It wasn’t that much range of motion, but better than nothing. “Right,” Harry said. “Hermione said you’d better order me to do things.” His voice was still steady and even, as if he wasn’t afraid at all, standing three feet from a spell meant to slaughter him, in chains, in the house of his—well, his second-worst enemy. By a wide margin.
From Slithering, by Astolat @astolat
What’s Draco supposed to do when the war is over and no one is cleaning out the manor cellars? Why, do it himself of course. Which means that when he finds (what remains of) the prisoners, a nest of snake eggs, and a booby trap rigged to kill every muggle-born wizard in Brittain, he’s on his own. Oh, who am I kidding, of course Harry is going to help. This fic features ominously and perpetually turning gears, a loyal and interfering snake named Coil, Draco in 18th century regalia, and Harry Potter pretending very badly to be held against his will. And that’s just the beginning of the story.
Literally one of the absolute BEST out there god this fic is just so good!! And the art is *chefs kiss*
*megamind voice* PRESENTATION
A few things I (a fanfiction writer) want you to know
I write fanfiction because I love the characters and ships I write. I’m not a published author, nor am I trying to become one. I’m here because I got obsessed with a stupid tv show. That’s it.
Kudos and/or comments fuel me more than you can imagine.
Every day, I get a ‘You’ve got Kudos!’ email. Every day, I open it. I take note of which of my fics have been given kudos. I take note of the usernames I find there. If you’ve left kudos on one of my fics before, I’ll recognize you. I take a moment to appreciate your support. I feel validated and inspired after this.
When someone comments on one of my fics for the first time, I go ‘Oh hey there, new friend. Welcome to my world.’
If you’ve commented on one of my fics more than once, I know you. I’ve checked out your profile, your works, your bookmarks. When I see your username, I feel like I’m meeting a friend. I’m like ‘This is the person who likes the same rarepair I do.’ - ‘This is the lover of fluff/smut/angst fics.’ I remember.
I read every comment I ever get, many of them more than once. I try to answer them all. I’m not always fast with that, but I promise you, I appreciate the hell out of your feedback. Sometimes people ask me why I’m grinning so dumbly down at my phone, and many times it’s because I just got a new comment. You’re making my day with this.
Sometimes I get a comment on a WIP I haven’t updated in a while, and in most cases, it motivates me to get the next chapter out. You’re reminding me why I started writing this story. You’re making me want to finish it.
When I feel down and unable to write, I go back to the comments on stories that mean a lot to me personally. They give me new life. I treasure them. You have no idea how long they stick with me.
My ask box is always open. You want to express an opinion on my writing anonymously? You have a prompt, an idea, a wish? You probably don’t know how easy I am to persuade to write something. Honestly, try it.
No fic is too old to comment on it. Never.
If you’re too shy to leave a comment, you are valid. I’m happy to have you as a reader. I’m a crazy fangirl like you. I’m dying to talk to you. If you can’t, that’s perfectly fine though.
If you don’t know what to comment, believe me when I say that it doesn’t matter as long as it isn’t rude. You’re too tired to leave a proper comment? I read fics at 2am too my friend, I understand. You don’t know how to put your thoughts into words? You can literally leave me a HI and I’ll be happy about it.
If you’re too shy to comment in English because you’re not a native speaker, you’re valid. You’re good enough to read fics in this language, you can be proud of that. I know how to use a translator. You may comment in whatever language you want to. I’m not a native speaker either, I’ve long stopped trying to sound like one. I take no shame in that.
If you have ever taken time out of your day to read one of my stories, I appreciate you so much. If you have ever hit the kudos button on one of my stories, I appreciate you so much. If you have ever written me a comment, shared your genuine feelings about my writing with me, you are responsible for a big, stupid smile on my face and a significant bit of motivation.
Thank you!
Day 14 of Wizard April Art Challange
Prompt no. 14
FUTURE
Old Aurors - Harry and Ron on their way to a crime scene…
@bewds contains: omegaverse and all it implies, alpha harry, omega tom
most of it is beneath a read more because it got a bit long and also because of the unabashed pwp
His back hits the wall, and Harry laughs.
Insistent hands tug at his shirt, push his joggers down over his hips—he came right from Quidditch practice, hence the “appallingly Muggle attire,” but apparently Tom is too heat-addled for his usual criticisms. He gets his own hands in Tom’s hair and pulls, twisting the strands between his fingers, and Tom’s lips curl into a snarl against his throat as his broad hands press up beneath his shirt.
“You’re cute when you’re desperate,” Harry says, breathless.
Weiterlesen
Wow, what a spicy ficlet! Makes me curious for the rest of the setting, too!😍
No Extraordinary Talent (1/?)
Inspired by this prompt by @obsidianpen
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31771066/chapters/78643663
“And yet, Lord Voldemort can be generous.”
“Is that so,” Scrimgeour said. His escorts shifted in place, recognizing the tone that often preceded another attempt on their prisoner’s life. His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Quite a different tune, Lord Voldemort. What caused this change of heart?”
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named only grinned wider, unsettlingly so.
He offered nothing more.
Scrimgeour grunted, unimpressed. “I assume you have a price in mind.”
For a long moment, he said nothing at all. Then, “Harry Potter.”
Just a prologue for now. Next chapter will take us into Harry’s pov, where we’ll remain for the rest of the fic (also @penmanner, since you asked to be tagged 👀)
fake dating to lovers is nice but married for non-romantic reasons to lovers is next fucking level
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Harry Potter/Voldemort Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger Additional Tags: Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, But also, Time Travel Break-it, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Voldemort Wins, No Boy-Who-Lived (Harry Potter), Hufflepuff Harry Potter, Sane Voldemort (Harry Potter), Mind Games, Angst, Drama, Suspense, Smart Harry, Magically Powerful Harry Potter, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Implied/Referenced Suicide, basically voldemort and harry both get a chance at a redo, but voldemort has a fifty year head start, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Don’t copy to another site Summary:
On May 2, 1998, the Dark Lord meets his end in the Great Hall of Hogwarts. He reawakens in his orphanage in 1938, as the child he once was.
Presented with the chance to relive his wasted life, Lord Voldemort erases history and forges the future of Wizarding Britain in his infallible image.
Unfortunately for him, Harry Potter is granted the same gift.