An orphan, Harry Potter has done everything he can to avoid notice during his five years at Hogwarts so far. He’s only got one friend, is purposefully in the middle of his class rankings, and his only ambition, wizarding-wise, is to graduate with enough N.E.W.T.s to get a loan and open up a bookstore.
And then he somehow finds himself in the sights of Tom Riddle, resident golden boy of Slytherin and darling of Hogwarts…
Bookmarked by QuillHart
13 Oct 2020
The first words your Soulmate will ever tell you, appear on your skin on the night of your 15th birthday.
Harry Potter is anticipating it like everyone else. And it goes alright.
Until he wakes up the next day and finds a clear 'Avada Kedavra' right over his scar.
His Soulmate is Lord Bloody Voldemort.
Great. Just great.
What is his life, anyway...
Or; The Tomarry Soulmate AU we all needed ;)
A translation to Spanish done by the amazing Bubble can be found here!
When a Voldemort in his thirties encounters a time-travelling, seventeen-year-old Harry Potter, he makes a dangerous—and hilarious—assumption. He assumes that Harry is his son. And his son, of course, deserves the very best.
A confused Harry plays along for the sake of self-preservation, but living with his “father” is proving to be intolerable in more ways than one.
“You are mine,” Voldemort said gently, and smiled when Harry flinched. So the boy did know Voldemort, after all. He knew Voldemort was to be feared. “I will look after you, my own.”
“I don’t belong to you,” Harry spat, despite his fear. Oh, what a delight he was! He was no cowering, simpering sycophant, like Voldemort’s other followers; no, this child had a spine of steel. Not many could stand before Voldemort without quailing.
“You are my son,” Voldemort declared. “Of course you belong to me. Your every cell, your every fibre, your every heartbeat. You are mine in flesh and blood and soul. You are mine in magic. And you will not deny me.”
When Harry finds Tom Riddle's diary he does not write 'Hello.' He does not write anything at all. He draws. Tom Riddle falls in love with the artwork.
Sketch by sketch, drawing by drawing, the ink Harry pours into the diary manifests as creations in Tom's monochrome world.
The hardest thing in this world is to live in it. The second hardest thing is to feed yourself. (Or: After Sunnydale, Buffy decides to conquer the kitchen. It's just the first step of many to building a life worth living, and she's lucky enough to get some unexpected help. After all, their love's been known to spoil dinner.)
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10 Oct 2020