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Voldemort had been vanquished by a mere infant. Stripped of his body, he spent nearly a decade clinging to life by inhabiting the bodies of snakes and other creatures, waiting—hoping—for his followers to find him.
Then, one day, he drifted back into Muggle London, drawn by whispers of the boy who had destroyed him. He hadn’t meant to return, not yet. But curiosity, or perhaps something deeper, pulled him there.
And that’s when he saw him.
A scrawny boy with messy dark hair, cornered by a group of jeering children. No protection. Just a child, small and alone.
Voldemort watched from the shadows, and for reasons he couldn’t quite name, he didn’t like what he saw.
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27 Jun 2026
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Death didn’t quite go as Harry expected it to. He died, and the piece of Voldemort’s soul was supposed to die with him. But no one was there to tell him not to touch the thing under the bench.
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21 Jun 2026
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Prior to Hogwarts, Harry had stayed mostly invisible to the teachers and adults around him his whole life. But Tom Riddle, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, looked at Harry like he was something to be wanted.
It's not the first time that Harry's had his stance corrected in Professor Riddle's practical Defense classes—the professor frequently advised students on small adjustments, shifting a foot back here, correcting a wrist swish there—but it's the first time that Riddle has wrapped his entire hand around Harry's, adjusting the angle of his wand movement for an Alohomora.
All of a sudden, a frisson of warmth runs up Harry's arm—just like the first time he had grasped his phoenix and holly wand in Ollivander's shop—and a shower of golden sparks shoots out the tip.
He gasps in surprise. "What was that?" he asks, instinctively taking a step backwards and bumping against Riddle standing behind him. Riddle's hand is still wrapped around Harry's, and his whole arm—his whole body, actually—feels so nice, buzzing with pleasure and warmth and the feeling of pure magic, exactly like the moment that he knew instantly his wand was his.
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17 Jun 2026
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Tom Riddle, just fresh out of his presentation as an Alpha, runs into his perfect mate during an ordinary outing to Hogsmeade. Anyone would be honored to have such a brilliant and ambitious Alpha: future Dark Lord, Heir of Slytherin, and Head Boy!
Too bad Harry Potter, twenty-seven, is not impressed with a barely legal brat who keeps trying to come onto him with badly suppressed pheromones and posturing of all things.
it’s a comedy of (sexual) errors and bad judgment, really
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15 Jun 2026