"From a very young age he realized it was good to have someone to vouch for you, to believe you were good - especially if you enjoyed doing bad things." Tom Riddle couldn't love. There was no changing that, but was it possible for someone to love a boy as twisted as Tom? Gwyn Phi loved Tom Riddle all her life, from infants in one crib to the day he left for Hogwarts and never truly came back. From Wools Orphanage to the Battle of Hogwarts, Gwyn and Tom's relationship set an unimaginable story in motion, touching lives across decades. One Muggle girl can't change Tom Riddle - but he sure did change her. A NOTE: This book was started before "The Cursed Child", and will continue as I had planned it before the play came out. I have read the story, and if you have, please refrain from posting ANYTHING that may spoil it for others. Thank you in advance, and please enjoy! (July 31, 2016) Cover by @julietsgf Disclaimer: certain dialogue and plot is from J.K Rowling's original series. I do not own Harry Potter, its characters, or any dialogue I have borrowed, simply used it for creative growth.

***reader discretion is advised, I wrote this book at the ripe old age of 14 and it's unedited*** An untold prophecy of a sixteen-year-old girl, Ophelia must face the prophecy's predictions with the help of her friends, all whilst avoiding death and destruction along the way. ☥ prophecy /ˈprɒfɪsi/ noun a prediction of what will happen in the future. *** AFTER DARKNESS - Prophecy's Sequel is OUT NOW!

"The minute your eyes can only see me in them, is the minute when I'll have you. We will be magically bound through the ancient marriage bond," Tom said as a matter of fact. I blinked from shook, did this man just propose to me? "Did you just subtly propose to me? Because if you did that doesn't count I better get a well thought out legit proposal out of you," I said in a joke. His eyes softened as he understood my acceptance of his challenge. "It'll take time," I said, "I don't exactly know what love is. But if you want to try by all means." "I don't try Ms. Stark future to be Mrs. Riddle I will have you. You better be prepared," Tom said with a hidden tone. I blushed at the innuendo. "Okay," I said as I looked down at my hands. Tom had picked them up suddenly and began kissing every single finger of mine as he stared into my eyes intently. Mother, you hear me I am doomed! This man will have me if he truly tried hard enough. But I guess he respects me enough to make sure my heart and soul was into his proposal. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX A self-insert story on how things would have been different with Liliana around. I don't own anything but my character Layla. Above is actually really far into the story so let me know if anyone wants to read it? I'll start posting it. Live Laugh Love xoxoxo MacyMorgan

A deathly kiss? But there's no such thing as a kiss of death i have only heard of a dementors kiss [warning language violence self harm is included in this story read at your own risk]

Abandoned at the wool's orphanage at the age of 5, Y/n was left in the protection of Tom Riddle. They grew up together, she was the only one he trusted, and the only one he would ever die for. He loved her more than power and the most darkest magic on earth. She, was his everything. She was, is and always will be his and his only. ------------------ Everything is J.K Rowlings, except Y/n and some other characters. I don't copy steal others works, if it is similar, it is purely by coincidence.

Please don't read this, it's really bad. However, if you do read this, I already know that this book is cringe - I don't need reminders :)

Tom Riddle, your childhood best friend, and the man who you were arranged to marry. The only problem is that you can't remember who he is and why he wants you.

What is it that makes a person good? Is it who they are, or how they are raised? The people around me are a mixture of good and bad, my twin brother Harry is the good and the Dursley's? Well they are the bad. If Harry and I have the same parents surely we should both be good, right? So why is it that I feel bad, that some part of me seems rotten to the core? What's wrong with me? Angelica Flora Potter. That's the name I have always had for myself. Twin sister of Harry Potter, orphaned child of Lily and James Potter. The odd niece of Vernon and Petunia Dursley. What is my truth though? Who am I beyond all of that? There has always been an evil streak within me, there has always been something slightly odd about me. When facing the battle of light over dark, I'm not sure I can always going to keep choosing the side of light. !!!I own none of these characters except for Angelica and Poppy they all belong to jK Rowling.!!!

"This isn't real, this should be happening" Tom mutters under his breath, his hands grasped onto the rail of the astronomy tower, head hung low. "What isn't real Tom?" He turns around and grabs your hand that hung at your side, bringing it up to his chest and placing on the smooth clothing that covered his warm flesh just above his heart "What are you doing to me?" he whispers, cupping your face with his other hand, stroking your soft cheek with his thumb. Your heart stopped momentarily as you stared into his glistening brown eyes that shone with longing. You closed your eyes, taking comfort in the warmth that spread through your body as he caressed you gently. "Goodbye (y/n)" Tom pulls back, your body suddenly cold, missing the warmth of his hand. The heels of his shoes click against the floor as you hear him walk away, he stops near the staircase and peers over his shoulder, taking one last glace with sad eyes before retreating down the steps. "Goodbye Tom" 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒻𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑒𝒸𝒽𝑜 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒮𝑜 𝐼𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒.

Tom Morvolo Riddle. The most mysterious boy in school. The "evil" one. The handsome one that no one could have. The one who couldn't feel. It was spontaneous. I may have been the only one that truly loved him. The only one who could be with him. The only one he would love back. I never thought that this would become of me. The lover of the man who wouldn't be able to love again. I'm Aurora A. Melloark. Do you know how it feels to love someone and them to love you back? Knowing for sure you're destined to be together, then realizing that the world will seperate you and your love. Making sure you never see them again. Making sure you'll never be with them. This is my story. A story of two lovers. With one of them being a dark lord. Let's start at the beginning. When we first met.