I love you art so much, I would love it if you'd create a Tom Riddle / Voldemort drawing one day. No pressure :)
Thank you so so much!! I just recently did a redraw of a very old Tom Riddle drawing I did as a teen so here’s a fresh Voldy (well as fresh as he can be I suppose)
New years disaster and absolutely Voldemort, the horcruxes and Harry
Drabble(or more than) below!!!
Feel free to send me more! Prompt suggestions here! :)
Voldemort had managed to discover that Harry was a horcrux early on since his own rebirth, and captured him from the muggles, keeping Harry eternally asleep with a draught of living death.
It had been nearly a year since Voldemort had captured Harry when he first awoke his living horcrux. He wasn’t sentimental. He had the ambition of eventually having Harry working alongside him, but first he’d need the young boy to feel comfortable, to lure him into believing all Lord Voldemort wanted him to.
So, Voldemort reawoke his living horcrux when he could afford to, which was a rare occurrence due to not letting any of his followers have knowledge of his horcruxes, let alone Harry’s existence.
Over the years, young Harry had been awoken and given the attention Voldemort deemed appropriate. Young boys liked teddy bears and stories and blankets. These gifts and the requested food of macaroni and cheese and can of pears comforted the child and allowed Voldemort to approach him without more than a glance of fear from the green eyes.
Once Voldemort believed Harry was trustworthy enough to not want to runaway(to the terrible life he had before Voldemorts care) he began introducing him to his other horcruxes. Let him play with Nagini. Dressed him with the locket as he let young Harry dress up in wizard robes and silk pajamas. Added to the diary with crayons and colored pencils, logging his dreams.
Knowing his purpose, Harry had grown to understand his place with Voldemort. He asked every time to be reawoken sooner, more often, and requested something specific to look forward to for next time Voldemort awoke him with a kiss to the lightning scar on his small forehead.
Now, after nearly a decade of becoming fully comfortable with the horcruxes, which radiated a special magic into him, he could fully feel the connection between him and Voldemort. Harry awoke to Voldemorts face on his forehead, the long fingers tucking Harry’s hair behind an ear.
“My horcrux, welcome back to me,” Voldemort said.
“Voldemort,” Harry smiled. He sat up in his sleeping chambers, “Happy birthday? Is it?”
The dark lord closed his eyes, “Yes, I followed your request. December 31st, you are now the only person to know my day of birth. You, my darling, ensure I’ve a life still to live.”
He sadly ran his fingers along Harry’s chin. His sweet boy, precious treasure.
Harry frowned, “why, what, what is it? What’s wrong?”
Voldemort allowed his scowl to show, and seethed at needing to admit the truth. But he found Harry could always drag it out of him. Became able to read his mind.
“You’re in danger,” Harry said, “How? What happened?” He turned and planted his feet on the floor next to Voldemorts.
“Plans have gone awry. My horcruxes, have been discovered, searched down, and destroyed. You my Harry, are the only one left.”
Harry gasped and grappled for Voldemorts hands. This was the man who had kept him safe, kept him captive, took him from living life but gave him as much life as he could afford to give.
Harry had grown conflicted, but in the end, he was loyal. If he was Voldemorts only chance, he would be it.
“I can’t be, what will you do? What can I do?” Harry asked.
Voldemort shook his head. “It’s a disaster. Forget it. My reign is over and we have our chance for escape.”
Harry smiled at the half truth, and pulled Voldemorts hands closer, “No, it’s more than that,” he sensed Voldemort was covering what was the truth, “You want to keep me safe, you want me to live. To live together, in whatever world is left.”
Voldemort held his lips tightly together, “You are precious. A way to ensure that none else could discover my true being.”
Harry shook his head, not needing the man to admit what he already knew. “Alright, alright, so where will we go? What do you plan for me now?”
Voldemort exhaled and confirmed what Harry had already said. “You will not be placed back into sleep. We will go where we may live, may learn what you aspire. I will protect what is mine.”
He smiled again, he had a whole year to look forward to, a whole life, a life with Voldemort that he believed he would be denied.
Harry nodded, “Then maybe it won’t be such a disaster after all.”
So I was reminiscing with my coworker about cringey old usernames we had used in the past. I looked up one of my old accounts from way back and lo-! Some of my art was still there, ripe for the picking. I was determined to not have the redraw also in profile because as you’ll see with the next hp teenage-art redraw, my comfort zone with faces was quite obvious.
I’m pretty happy with the improvement, here. Thank you bb Bosh for never giving up on your dreams and aspirations✨
Can you take a guess what’s in the 2nd drawing from way back? Hint: it’s not who you’re thinking.
Harry Potter is like a cockroach. When you try to kill em and you are sure you got em it starts moving again. Voldy face really showed that fear of the dead bug running towards you
