Going to the year 1934, Harry Potter thinks it'd be quite hilarious if he messed with old Albus Dumbledore a little. Or a lot.
He endeavors to see the man absolutely ruined. Call it a little pay back.
And so decided, Harry Potter will adopt Tom Ridd...
Harry Potter was lonely. Perpetually lonely. Even surrounded by friends and those he'd considered to be family, Harry felt alone. He's rarely ever in solitude, with the bunch he spends time with. And yet Harry feels as if he's the loneliest man in the world.
He's been lonely since that duel with Vol—
Following the afterglow of the war came the grey grief, the seemingly never ending sadness that continued to chase after the minds of the wizarding world. Buried deeper as the years went. Not with Harry. Harry felt that grief, that unfettered anger that came with it, and that Merlin forbid— loneliness fold twice over with every death of his friends and family as the clock continued.
But Harry remained the same. He looked every bit the same as his 17 year old self. He watched those around him move on from the past. They grew older and their families grew bigger. They changed. And he didn't. Why didn't he?
He was unable to form any more meaningful attachments to new members of his family much less with new acquaintances. As if the life in him left many years ago. Maybe it had. It did. Since that forsaken day Harry Potter was no longer just the boy-who-lived, he became the man-who-conquered.
Lived and conquered. He found it ironic, knowing he's only ever survived. Even in the end, all he'd done is fought for survival. It'd be remissed to grace him with that particular title. Conquer however, held a little bit of truth to it. He still thought it ill-fitting for him. Voldemort was on the brink of insanity, really he was an unstable man. To say he'd conquered him was true however far fetched.
It was a hard war won, but still Harry could vividly recall that alluring and powerful magic that Voldemort practically drowned in. He was drunk in his magic. Besotted even. He had been since Merlin knows when. Feelings and thoughts surfaced for just a few moments then.
But still a prophecy hung over their heads, and it called for one of their lives. And Harry won, unbelievably, impossibly, against all odds, he'd won.
And then Harry became a shell of himself. It had come gradually, as time passed and continued on without him. He became a wreck when he realized what that empty pit in his chest was. When he realized those thoughts and feelings that briefly came to the forefront of his mind that day. Feelings and thoughts that'd plagued him throughout his years.
It was the year 2086, December 31. 88 years later and at the cusp of the new year. Right on Tom Marvolo Riddle's—Voldemort's birthday.
Death came then. On his birthday, in 2092.
No, Harry didn't die. That would be too lucky even for Harry. No, he was visited by Death.
Death told him the secrets of men, whispering the thoughts of dead men to his very ear. Death told him the reason for his unchanging body, his unnatural state of being. Death told him of their connection, why his family line seemed a tad cursed in comparison to others.
Death came and told Harry the truths of the world.
And Harry wept for the first time since that winter, December 2086. And Death swept him when his tears dried, years later. Away from his home that hasn't been home for quite some time. When Harry no longer had any family nor friends to call his own, seven years later.
Many lives after, Death brings him back. Not to the time he knew before but to a time, decades before his existence. And Death whispered as he did those many years ago,
How fun would it be to reap what the old man sowed?
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I couldn't help myself and ended up writing a new story 😬 my bad guys. Reading this specific idea off of ao3 was a whole new experience and decided since there weren't much of it, I thought I'd write one too If you didn't read the summary, this is NOT a tomarry fic.
There might be romance? I haven't thought that far ahead, but there's def no romance between Tom and Harry here. So don't expect it.
For the sake of lessening the confusion: Harry doesn't physically age past 17. Harry is biologically Tom's father. (Will make sense eventually) Their relationship is meant to form rather quickly. (For the plot)
And I think that's it? I'll let you guys know on the next update
