Harry: So Tom, I Was Thinking, I Can Call You Tom Right? Anyways, We Could Just Like Stop This Whole

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Mermaid AU but Tom was the one who caused the ship to sink and he is not there to save Harry, but to keep him.

Another prompt

"The way to a man's heart is through his stomach."

Tom Riddle was used to being hungry considering the situation he grew up in. When he gets to Hogwarts, he sneaks food in his bag and has to ration what he stole from hogwarts when he gets back to the orphanage.

In the future, Voldemort is waiting on someone to show up for a secret meeting. He is in disguise and has been waiting a long time. Harry taking pity on him, offers to cook for him while he waits thinking its for a date or something at the bakery/coffee shop/restaurant he works at.

Voldemort has never had anything so delicious in his life.

On the Beach at Fontana is my first try at manga, inspired by James Joyce’s Poem of the same name and Harry Potter, one of my first fandoms that I was invested in. There will be 3 parts to this story, however, I am working to create an experimental style of fan content that is enjoyable to people of multiple fandoms, thus, the story telling would be non linear, and it would be up to the reader to figure out what the sequence of events would be. To better illustrate this, my next post would be a story about DC, with some overlapping themes, and references. And the next might be back to this storyline. Huge thanks to Lexipurple for proof checking and providing guidance to this project. Please check her out on AO3 as well, I believe she is on there. I hope you enjoy this read and support me by asking me anything or just sharing.

Ah yes, definitely unhealthy possessiveness. Especially for precious or shiny trinkets? like a magpie?

So... guess what i thought?

Blame Dumbledore. He started this Magpie Tom things.

Out of context, it looks very bad, doesn't it?

Poe ch55♥️♥️

The real reason Tom Riddle got sorted so fast:

Tom Riddle: *finds out Dumbledore is the head of Gryffindor House*

Sorting Hat: Hmm well-

Tom: Not Gryffindor or I will burn you.

Sorting Hat: Yikes! Slytherin it is then!

can we please get a snippet of the Grindelwald!Harry AU?? Maybe Gellert tracks Harry down and like wants to apologize for being absent but Harry’s like you’re not my dad!! And Gellerts like o.O my son hates me so much that he won’t even acknowledge me.

orrr something about exactly WHY everyone thinks Harry’s Gellert son

Or literally anything. I’m obsessed

This is the first thing that popped into my mind 😂

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“I’m sorry - what?”

Albus took a calming sip of his tea, humming in appreciation at the pleasant taste, before placing it back on the saucer and looking at the young man across from him. There was nothing of Gellert in him, not in looks or personality or even in the flavour of magic that emanated from him; and it only solidified the suspicion in his mind that this was not the long-lost son of his old friend.

Certainly, Gellert never would have allowed such a…gobsmacked look to cross his face.

Amusement bubbled merrily in his gut at the expression on Harry, though. This was a man that had never learned or never cared to mask his emotions before, and it was refreshing to witness someone so unashamed or concerned over how he was perceived.

Albus had been spending far too much time around politicians lately.

“I said that for someone rumoured to be Gellert Grindelwald’s son, you were remarkably easy to find.”

Harry’s eyes - a brilliant, lovely green - suddenly narrowed and sharpened. He still did not resemble Gellert, but the abrupt shrewdness of his gaze was as dangerous as it was compelling. Albus hid his smile behind the rim of his cup.

“Grindelwald.” It wasn’t even a question, just a flat repetition.

“Oh yes,” Albus said, more jovial than the situation perhaps warranted. “The wizarding world is positively abuzz with news of your existence. It’s quite a scandal.”

“But I’m not Grindelwald’s kid,” Harry replied, with such aggressive honesty that it made a well of fondness appear in Albus’ chest. Truly, it seemed he had stumbled across a wonderful gem of a human being. Even just this brief conversation told him all he needed to know about young Harry’s character.

He took another sip, waiting deliberately to see where this would go.

Harry inhaled, his lips already opening to say more - when he just stopped and huffed. His eyes pierced Albus, and some weary amusement snuck on the other’s face. “And you know that,” Harry said, rolling his eyes and sighing. “You just wanted to see how I’d react.”

Marvellous! Not only a sincere man, but one with a clever mind. There was a temper there, Albus had been able to tell that after Harry’s initial response to his arrival - the bright burst of anger in his eyes when he first saw Albus, the way the green darkened, his jaw clenched and his fingers twitched - but it was tempered by such an overwhelming blanket of kindness and good humour.

He should get out of the office more often.

This is literally exactly how i imagined them in Vitae Redux