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Tagged by @leafiloaf . Leafi, thank you so much for the tag! 😭 Sending love 💖💖💕💕 Look, when my favourite Harrymort artist tags me for the wip game it doesn't matter that I did the tag game, I’m doing it again!

Rules: Share 7 (or more) lines of a WIP you've been working on.

I wrote a little one-shot of our boy Harry fainting in the forest in Deathly Hallows and waking up. Without his shirt? Where could his shirt have gone? 🤔

Let Harry tell you one thing. He's a bloody good escape artist. Just because his shirt got discarded and his torso is currently exposed to the cold air of the hall won’t stop him from running headfirst to the exit, wherever the exit is — something Harry’s starting to worry about right now.  The burning, long fading mark in the middle of his chest the locket left behind throbbed dully, like its own heartbeat. All the hairs on his arms were up, rising in response to the biting cold, followed by goose bumps spreading along the skin. His empty fingers trembled. There was no wand. Someone took his wand. No weapon. Running bare-chested. Many strange things happened to Harry over these seven years, but this one definitely takes the cake.

At least he still had his trousers, glasses, socks and trainers. The girls and guys at Hogwarts would kill to see this, Harry was sure. The hair on the back of his neck prickled. A warning.  Mid-step, a cloth wrapped around Harry's ankles and wrists, lifting his feet off the floor. Harry pushed his entire body forward, lunging in the opposite direction in an attempt to rip the fabric off of his limbs.  The cloth was unbroken. More cloths snapped around him, like lunging snakes. Two more wrapped around his forearms, one wrapped around his chest, another around his waist, wrapping around his thigh, two more around his knees, and one around his neck. They all snapped tight, and Harry groaned as they squeezed, strangulating his bones with the powerful pressure. The only cloth that didn't squeeze him was the one around his neck, acting more like a rope than a handcuff. The cloths were like scarves. They extended outward, to the source. The ones around him slowly spun Harry around, almost gently, mindful not to break him. Harry followed the path of the cloths, and found they were connected to a robe. No. They were a part of the robe. Coming out of the robe like hidden serpents. His breath stopped in his lungs, caught in his throat in horror at the sight of the hooded, tall figure ten feet away from him. No. No, Harry was supposed to be dead… No… No, no, no, no… Harry felt the beat of his heart, and realized that he was very much not dead. He was alive. He was alive, and it was the most heart-wrenching realization to have in this moment. Harry was alive. And the cloth holding him captive came from Lord Voldemort, who prowled toward Harry slowly, like a slithering python approaching his captured prey. Harry glared at the hooded Dark Lord. 

Voldemort looked at him silently, his ivory face cast in shadow, his red eyes glowing like rubies. He tilted his head like a curious snake. A slow smile curled his mouth

“Going somewhere, my dear Horcrux?”

Harry's breath hitched, his eyes stretching in horror.

No.

No no no no no —

Voldemort reached forward. A skeletal hand cupped Harry’s cheek gently, tenderly holding his face.

Harry wasn't even done panicking before the red eyes enveloped his sight, and darkness swallowed him.

Ever thought about the idea of Harry, Ron and Hermione starting their work as Aurors, trying to avoid the whole conflict between Dumbledore and Riddle (or the Light and the Dark side) but still getting caught up in it?

I'd probably spin it as a time travel-esque story where Harry, Ron and Hermione (intentionally or not) end up back during the first war with Voldemort, or perhaps when he's still first rising to power.

They wouldn't be aurors, not with their lack of papers and backstories and the general distrust people would have towards each other back then meaning they wouldn't get passed the first level of screening without setting off alarms.

But I could see them becoming their own version of vigilantes or something. The three of them have a year of running and living rough under their belts, they're all riddled with some form of PTSD, and they're more determined than ever to take out the horcruxes and end Voldemort once and for all.

Only problem is - the three of them have never been subtle. They attract attention from both the Light and Dark sides pretty quickly. They're hard to track, mysterious, and dangerous; and that makes them intriguing.

Harry, Ron and Hermione have to deal with the increasing pressure from all around them, as well as hunting down the horcruxes that aren't all in the same spots they remember from their time.

It would likely eventually get to the point where Harry - because of course it's him - yeets himself into the spotlight to keep the very unwelcome attention of Voldemort and Dumbledore on him rather than Ron and Hermione.

Harry is out there, metaphorically dancing with giant feather fans to distract their allies and enemies alike, while his friends work in the shadows to complete their goal.

It's...messy.

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modality t/w: dv, murder

Harry was not sure what happened.

One minute, Harry was absentmindedly folding laundry, tucking and stacking his relatives’ clothing into three neat piles. He was daydreaming, imagining escaping the Dursley household. He would leap onto his broom, would fly off into the great unknown by himself and never ever have to see their miserable faces again. Then again, it was his last summer at No. Four Privet Drive; the building anticipation of finally getting to leave this forsaken place was becoming near painful.

The next minute, without warning, Vernon Dursley flew into the laundry, flesh puce and spittle spraying, crowding Harry against the wall and lurching forward to grab Harry’s biceps with punishing strength.

“You stupid, stupid boy,” Vernon hissed, nails digging through fabric, hands bruising.

“W-what?” Harry stammered, eyes wide, alarmed at having been yanked from his daydream so abruptly. Harry’s mind raced over the last few days – he hadn’t done anything!

“You told your little friends to watch you, didn’t you?” Vernon raged, his grip tightening as he yanked Harry's smaller frame too close for comfort. “I saw them! Standing out there! As if they had a right to be on my driveway, on my private property! You think you can intimidate me? You think I’m scared of your lot?” Vernon screamed, shaking Harry harshly.

Harry gaped at Vernon, eyes wide with astonishment and horror. He could smell it now – the hint of whisky on the furious man’s breath, the crazed whites of his eyes rolling. Vernon did not drink often, and it was for good reason. He was a terrible drunk.

“Uncle Vernon,” Harry answered lowly, desperately attempting to remain calm, staring up through his eyelashes at the hysterical man. “I didn’t ask them to be there, but they are. For everyone’s protection, including yours.”

“How fucking dare you, you ingrate,” Vernon roared in Harry’s face. Vernon slammed Harry against the wall as Harry choked on an inhale, the breath struck out of him. Harry frantically, fearfully recalled what had happened the last time Vernon was drunk, remembered the loud slapping of flesh, snapping of bone –

Harry felt panic swell as a knot in his throat, felt his nerves tingle painfully up his spine. If this were anyone else, Harry would have squirmed until he had shoved them off or cast wandlessly, but there was something so… So oddly terrifying about Vernon, something instinctive and cowering that had been beaten into him from a young age. Harry knew he should fight back, and yet he froze - don’t fight back it will make it worse just stay still don’t move don’t move - and Harry felt the bones in his arms now beginning to creak with the pressure of Vernon’s grip. Harry’s lips parted on a wordless, silent cry, rational thought telling him to call out for help but a childhood of experience and instinct keeping him silent - don’t move don’t move stay small and quiet -

“I’m going to kill you, you miserable little snot, you ruined everything, everything!” Vernon was babbling, one hand yanking off Harry’s arm and wrapping around Harry’s neck with unrestrained strength as he pinned Harry to the wall. “Your whore mother getting herself knocked up, that stupid bitch, and your fucking useless father – ”

Harry felt a loud keening whine of panic and horror well up in his chest, Vernon’s purpling grip sealing off his throat and his weight crushing Harry’s chest.

Shit, Harry thought dazedly, realising that his Uncle was actually going to suffocate him. After all this time, it wasn’t going to be Voldemort who got to him – it was going to be muggle Drill Salesman of 1994 Vernon Dursley who murdered The Chosen One. If Harry could breathe, he would have laughed in hysterical disbelief. The world was beginning to blacken a bit at the edges.

Are you going to let him kill you? A voice hissed in Harry’s mind, surprising Harry out of his numb, detached shock. Harry stared at Vernon through unseeing eyes, mind burning as the oxygen in his blood evaporated. A muggle. How pathetic, the voice continued, laconic and lazily amused.

It was as if a bolt of energy revitalised Harry - what on earth was he doing, why was he not fighting back -

Voldemort, Harry recognised distantly, struggling against his uncle’s tight hold.

He will kill you, Voldemort replied, somehow sounding so very far away despite being in Harry’s own head. Harry didn’t reply, weakly struggling against his uncle. Harry realized he was very close to death – he hadn’t breathed for too long.

Help, Harry felt himself think weakly, not even sure to who he was calling out. Harry knows Voldemort won’t help, the idea near laughable, but he’s hoping that the guards outside the house might hear his magic’s weak cry for aid.

Disgusting. I will help, if only because my supposed equal dying by muggle hands is too pathetic an ending to bear, Voldemort replied dryly.

In the moments between a heartbeat, Vernon seized as if electrocuted and jerked back from Harry. Vernon turned a horrid pale shade, choked loudly once, and fell over backward like a stiff plank of wood, a loud slapping thump vibrating the floor as he collapsed. And then Harry was gasping for breath, barely holding himself up against the wall as his weak knees bore the brunt of his weight with abruptness. Harry blinked the spots out of his eyes, tears tracking down his cheeks, inhaling in rough gasps through his bruised throat.

Harry’s gaze flickered down dazedly to Vernon Dursley on the cold tile of the laundry, Vernon’s eyes glazed and expression muted in half-horror.

Harry shuddered as he looked down at the dead man at his feet, a strange and shameful feeling of overwhelming relief coursing through his veins. Vernon was dead. The bully of his childhood was nothing more than a cooling, hollow shell of a corpse.

Dumbledore left you with these people? Voldemort hissed through Harry’s mind, a monster lurking and pacing in the shadow of his consciousness. The voice turned amused, victorious, Ah, but I know where you are, Harry Potter.

Harry pushed against the wall and leapt over Vernon’s body, racing for his bedroom. He could feel it, the enchantment breaking down around him. His mother’s love no longer protected him here; it finally recognized that despite his blood coursing through his relatives’ veins, there was no love here.

I am coming, Harry Potter, Voldemort warned, a cold, high-pitched laugh echoing endlessly in Harry's head, and then Voldemort was gone from Harry’s mind.

draw me after you by @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger, chapter 16.

"He's sipping at his tea, hair mussed, eyes tired. Perched on the back of his chair, a snowy owl sits, nipping at the messy strands curling around Harry's ear."

Other Tomarry fanarts. Also in Twitter and AO3.

i don't think people understand how hard it is not to ship tomarry / harrymort because what do you mean they're borderline canonically soulmates. what do you mean they're PROPHESIED to each other. what do you mean they're literal parallels, had the same childhood circumstances but turned out the exact opposite. what do you mean harry's the embodiment of the light side and tom's the embodiment of the dark even though they're so, so similar. what do you mean they both have common names even though they themselves are anything but common. what do you mean they have uncountable amount of bible references that apply strictly to them, what do you mean harry makes sure to mention tom's the handsomest in the room whenever he sees him and apparently likes their connection. what do you mean their wands share the core of the same phoenix and therefore literally can't kill each other even if they wanted to. what do you mean harry wanted to give him another chance despite everything he's done, what do you mean tom offered him his hand, what do you mean harry killed tom at the same age except the order of the numbers is reversed. what do you mean harry's eyes are the same colour as tom's favourite unforgivable (avada) AND the colour of his house, what do you mean TOM'S eyes are the colour of harry's favourite defence spell (expelliarmus) and the colour of his house. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY ARE EACH OTHER'S OTHER HALF. WHAT DO YOU MEAN HARRY IS LITERALLY TOM'S SOUL??? 😭

NOT TO MENTION THESE THINGS AREN'T EVEN FANON LIKE...? lmk if i missed something though.

Fic recs <3

Apologies... this is about a month and a half late (and tumblr won't let me reply to the asks directly or add links 🙃) but here is my list of tomarry/harrymort fic recs! It's quite long so click to read >>

As a general rule: Tomarry fics in blue, Harrymort fics in red. I don't remember all these fics and some are hard to classify so.... some may be wrong

anyway, enjoy x

Authors that you should read:

ObsidianPen; No Glory, Mine/Hauntingly, Blood and Gold (for Tomione fans)

Child_OTKW; Consuming Shadows, you belong to me (i belong to you) (and check out their tumblr too)

Slexenskee; crawlersout (femHarry), yebisu, Cheap (Bad) Dance Moves, grandloves (this could be) (femHarry) and more!

MaidenMotherCrone; Diagnosis, euphoria, political animals, how large the teeth, The Fairest Saga and more!

MayMarlow; The Train to Nowhere, If Them's the Rules and more!

Lomonareen; His Darkest Devotion, His Twenty-Eighth Life, Genius by the Numbers and many more!

Paimpont; To Kill You With a Kiss, To the Waters and the Wild (as far as I remember hasn't got to the ship part yet but I love it so read it) and more!

The_Carnivorous_Muffin; When Harry Met Tom (femHarry), Lily and the Art of Being Sisyphus (femHarry), October, The Unwinding Golden Thread and more!

Maeglin-Yedi; The Darkening of Your Soul, The Necromancer, To Live Is The Rarest Thing, Between Thought and Reality and more!

asterisms; Let's talk sugar, Hands up, it's a hold up, a boy so pretty (such a pity), tempor · al | ary, (i wanna) cut to the feeling and more!

NeuroWriter14; For Your Entertainment, Do Not Go Quietly into That Good Night, But I Can Break You and more!

RenderedReversed; The Game, Invisible Man, Seventeen Years and more!

TreacleTeacups; The Untouchable, Byzantium (femHarry), Last Son of Black and more!

DreamerMichiyo; Guardian Angel, The Call of A Vampire, Offer of Immortality and more!

wynnebat; The Hell Is Your Son and Other Stories series, Snake Shop, The Emperor and the Star and more!

Athy; my first real introduction to this pairing years and years ago from these fics Again and Again, Meddling of a Mischief Maker, Rebirth

More Tomarry Fics

Wear Me Like A Locket Around Your Throat by VivyPotter

Why Hari curses the Black Ancestral Home by 1000percentDoneWithThisShist (femHarry)

Hem of Your Garment by adVENTitiious, Cathartic

The Impossibility of Parallels by Angel_of_Mysteries

The Dark Lord Inside by Melodramaticx

The Magicweaver by Anonymous

Before the Storm by Ars_Matron

Field Theory by machiavelli

Blurring Reality by Terrific Lunacy

When in Rome: The Duology series by XblackcatwidowX

The Incantation of the Oak-Priest by relic_crown

It's A Masquerade, Darling by ChubbyPanda15

How to prevent a War by CrazyJanaCat

she walks in beauty series by mayfriend

The Portrait by DariaSilver

The Divine Right of Kings series by darklordtomarry (alarminghella)

What Souls Are Made Of by Emeralds_and_Lilies

Words Fail by NeaMarika

Animus, Anima: English version by Maiathoustra

I must be your favourite, right? by FlyingLizards

Trapezing Through Time by lothtor

Rewritten by goodmorninglove

To Be Set Free by Merrinpippy

love is touching souls (surely you touched mine) by ToAStranger

The Spellmaker by SonnyGietzel

A Memory of Shadow by Insidious1604

The Problem With Soulmarks Is by LadyAramisGrey

Stab Right Through by The_wig_is_a_metaphor

The Shrike (to your sharp and glorious thorn) by PaperWorlds

The Sun by clammyhands

Fire Born by wickedlfairy17 (femHarry)

More Harrymort Fics

Mi Aedijekit by local_doom_void

End Without Sorrow by Aerlinnn

Children of the Revolution by AlexisVV

The Historical Importance of Runic War Warding in the British Isles by samvelg (femHarry)

Rebuilt by Terrific Lunacy

In Somno Veritas by ansketil, ladyoflilacs

Your Name on My Heart by whitedandelions

Love in the Dark by ShoulderTallAbyss

draw me after you (let us run) by ToAStranger

The only sound is the overflow by Cartonsofcartoons

for love is always with you by cordeliawrites (femHarry)

The Wand Chooses by DreamerEye

Fault Lines by SofiaBane

The Emerald Connection by TheLastNero

Flight by Miraculous, RedHorse

Appetence by elysian_drops (femHarry)

A Snake Named Voldemort by orphan_account

Resurrect The Living by fascinationex

The Devil's Tithe by Shihane

Death is but the Next Great Adventure by TheObsidianQuill

The Consequences of A Binding Ritual by teecup_angel

harry.exe has stopped working by inksmachine

In Death, Standby by Sophisme

Hidden in Plain Sight by Shadow Riser

The Art of Hidden Personas by whitedwarf

*BONUS* Fics that I live/laugh/love with emphasis on the laugh

Harry Potter and the Greatest Show by shadowscribe

Kudosed, Bookmarked, Subscribed by maquira

Full circle by tetsurashian

Heir Apparent by MonsieurClavier

Dark Livestream by Anna_Hopkins

Ribbon Tied Right by Snowy_Rain

A Dead Man's Guide to Reliving Your Youth series by Spork_in_the_Road

The Definition of Insanity by Anacharis

Foolish behavior by Anonymous

Eternal Hilarity by Luxis

Shorter Fics (<25,000 words)

Sound The Death Knell by Tsume_Yuki (femHarry)

dead before midnight by maquira

Burnt Ice Cream by Rhodium

Don't Fuck With Florists (They'll Fuck You Up) by MayMarlow

Saved by Hufflepuff Friendship by whitedandelions

Relativity. by Ideasofmarch

Opia by Acnara

And six seconds by Acnara

Matchmaker, Matchmaker by Watermelonsmellinfellon

Aconitum by VivyPotter

But For You, I Did by duplicity

Nemo by Phnx

The Rigmarole Dance by cannibalinc

I haven't actively searched for tomarry/harrymort fics over the last year, so if you know of some newer ones then please rec them in the replies! And any others that you think need to be read ~

(authors, lmk if you want me to remove your fics of this list)

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