A Russian fugitive with power like no other. Though strong, powerful, and wickedly smart, secrets lie deep within her heart, mind, and soul, haunting her to this day. Those very secrets will chase her until they catch up to her. She may have thought that she left that life behind when she escaped Russia, but she will soon find that her past lingers just behind her, hiding in the shadows. A boy with veins as green as the serpents he has the power to speak to and a plan to become the darkest wizard of all time. Though handsome, charming, powerful, and annoyingly clever, he has a weakness. A weakness in the form of a petite Slavic girl with a talent for wagging her tongue and getting under his scaly skin. A weakness that he denies every moment and tries to be rid of every second. A match like this can result in only one thing. Pain.

Tom Riddle/OC she stumbles upon a Time-Turner and sends herself seventy years into the past. but will she come back completely unchanged?

Sequel to Modification Estela's going back. Back to where it all started. Back to the place where everything changed. She's returning to resume the task she was given six years ago, and this time she isn't going to let anything stand in her way of success. But when she arrives, things are different. A darkness looms over the place that was once as familiar to her as the handle of her wand, and she realises just what she's gotten herself into. People are disappearing and families live in fear as a new Order gains power throughout the Wizarding World. And it's all down to him. The person she came back to save. The person who changed her life forever. Tom Riddle. And this time, the task of changing him will be harder than ever in the struggle against good and evil as darkness dawns. #78 in fanfiction 20/01/2017

DISCLAIMER: these characters do not belong to me, they belong to J.K. Rowling. i'm simply using them for entertainment purposes. emelia adams was the most bland student you could meet. she didn't talk to a lot of people and would barely party. when she did, things tended not to end up good. her grades were below average even if she wasn't dumb and she'd often be caught smoking or drinking in the prefects bathroom by the perfect prefect, tom riddle. what happens when one day he encounters her taking a bath there while smoking? read more to find out. slow burn, but not really.

I knew the moment I first kissed him, that he would condemn me, that I would drag myself through broken glass for him. I just was not sure if he would stay long enough to pull the jagged pieces out. I never imagined that instead, he would push the shards deeper. Deep down I knew it was useless, that there was no way I could change his mind, but at the very least I had to try. "I guess I was just another pawn in your game of chess," I muttered dryly, missing the way his eyes flashed crimson. He sat up and roughly grabbed my chin, forcefully tilting it up so I would look at him. "You were never a pawn," (tom riddle x oc) warnings: violence/language/deaths/mature themes/

She was the secret he would never tell. Since childhood, he had a plan for world domination, yet, she stumbled across his path as the unexpected variable that he had never previously considered. She awakened the part of him that he never even realized existed, yet, he never showed her mercy. She was the constant fire, burning to melt the glaciers he built. She was the sinking ship, destroying her own grandeur so she could kiss the sand at the bottom of his stormy seas. She was an angel, content to be condemned to hell as long as he was right beside her.

"You really are bad with timings." ---------------------------- "You're mine." He growled causing my heart to skip a million beats as i blinked in shock with parted lips. "Every bit of you belongs to me. I own you." He snarled with anger. I didn't know if i was supposed to be elated or fear that statement. I don't want to belong to someone who kills people, to a monster. To the devil himself. "Let me see your body because no one else will do. And if it happened, i will rip their heads off." ---------------------------- https://open.spotify.com/playlist/663PQgB7bU6UyORZEAgOB9?si=jR0KldxJRr-atqsUVigpLA Professor Riddle/ Anastasia Pierce (You are her) Smut: a lot of smut. Trigger warning: rápe/ abuse/ drugs/ etc

[MATURE CONTENT] He was going to destroy her. Her. The Hufflepuff with honey brown hair and sharp emerald green eyes that he couldn't get out of his godforsaken head. So innocent, so pure, so full of joy and life. Everything he hated. Seraphina Loriss was her name. He hated that he remembered it, but prided himself in knowing that soon enough, she would only be screaming one name and one name only. His.

"Are you implying that I am responsible for Voldemort's actions?" Dumbledore's voice had finally turned cold. "No, I'm saying you're responsible for neglecting a young boy! You treated him with nothing but suspicion and coldness, and when he grew up suspicious and cold you took that as confirmation that you were always right about him." "I assume you have a reason for laying these heavy charges at my feet," said Dumbledore quietly. She sighed. "I just think... maybe you should take your own advice and try to solve this problem with love, not destruction. You don't have to destroy a Horcrux. You can heal it." "You speak of remorse," Dumbledore didn't sound impressed. "If I may, I see very little chance of convincing Voldemort to feel empathy for the things he has done -" "Not Voldemort," she interrupted. "Tom." "You are suggesting that we use Voldemort's first Horcrux to reanimate sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle." Dumbledore's tone left much to be desired. ✨Reposting from Ao3 and ff.net!!✨

" If you don't remember it, did it really happen at all? " - undergoing heavy editing