Tomarry One Shots

Will you bleed for me?

Summary: Harry Potter has ended up in the 1940s during his seventh year at Hogwarts, getting a new identity and getting re-accepted into his first proper home is easy. Getting revenge on his enemy before he even becomes a threat however is not as difficult as expected, only not in the way he first thought.

Ship: HarryPotterxTomRiddle

All credit goes to PanickedSongbird on Ao3

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Harry Potter had ended up in the 1940s during his seventh year at Hogwarts. Getting a new identity and getting re-accepted back into his first proper home was easy. Getting revenge on his enemy Tom FUCKING Riddle, however, was a little difficult.

He'd been attempting to attract the idiot's attention for weeks now, roaming the hallways of Hogwarts in pursuit of him. Showing off his rather impressive magical prowess in lessons, but nothing worked.

Every time, EVERY TIME, Riddle would simply spare a glance at Harry over his shoulder then look away as if he'd seen nothing.

It was frustrating to no end.

All Harry had to do was get him in a room - alone - of his own will, so as not to draw concern from Riddle's followers, then he could strike, make him hurt like nothing before. Make him PAY for what he'd done.

It was just an ordinary Wednesday when the perfect opportunity arose, Riddle was looking for a very specific dark book in the library but had been unsuccessful. In his frustration he'd begun walking the seemingly endless halls of Hogwarts.

Harry meanwhile was watching him from the safety of the R.O.R on the marauders map. He lounged comfortably on a purple velvet chaise longue, feet up and shirt half unbuttoned, it was summer after all.

Suddenly an idea came to him, parseltongue! Quickly he grabbed his invisibility cloak and hurried to Riddle's location.

Riddle was striding with purpose to who knows where when he heard a faint whisper, ~Hello Tom~

He froze. No one else knew the language of the snakes, NO ONE. Then he heard it again, closer to his ear this time making him spin around in search of the source, ~Come with me Tom and that book is yours~

The voice was somehow deeper and more persuasive than he anticipated, so in a moment of weakness he decided to follow. Giving a nod he immediately felt a firm hand on his elbow start to drag him to the seventh floor.

Just as he spotted a door appear out of nowhere his vision backed out after a red light flashed before his eyes.

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He'd done it! Riddle was at his mercy! After dragging him through the door to the R.O.R he dropped Riddle onto the floor unceremoniously, summoning some ropes Harry tied Riddle's hands behind his back and his ankles together.

Smirking at his accomplishment he picked up his wand and woke Riddle with a quick spell, keeping hold of his wand he strode to the chaise longue, got seated and waited expectantly.

Tom blearily opened his eyes feeling the cold, hard surface he was lying on he tried to get up only to find his wrists and ankles tied. Sighing he struggled into a kneeling position, knees spread, head still lowered attempting to recognise the stone floor.

Giving up he glanced towards a pair of sleek black shoes and followed them up to slim, trouser clad legs and a purposefully ruffled shirt that was showing a lot of collar bone. Which lead him to the smug face of one Harry Peveral. Shit.

Not that he would admit to any of his followers but he'd been avoiding Peveral, because he was simply gorgeous, and it didn't stop there, not only was he utterly beautiful with his emerald eyes, plush lips and artfully messy hair.