Join hogwarts for a mission to change the fate of Lord Voldemort, when he was still the mysterious, two-faced Tom Riddle as you travel back in time in hope of changing his heart with a potion that has the ability of destroying the effects of a love potion's child, making him vulnerable to emotions he's never felt before. How are you able to change the one who knows nothing but destruction and manipulation. P.S. Tom's Time is mixed with Lily's and the rest of the marauders in the story. Also, some timelines are different in general. (Tom and some characters were moved to the marauders era) Sorry :// Highest rating - #1 in Wizard, #1 in Harrypotter, #1 in xreader, #2 in Fanfiction out of 981k stories. Started: July 2018th Finished: August 31st 2020th Status: In Editing & Rewriting Tom Riddle's looks here are based on Christian Coulson's portrayal. DISCLAIMER: Because I write about Tom in a toxic way, does NOT mean I support toxic relationships or behaviour. IN REWRITING & EDITING (sorry if you are a re-reader and cannot find your comment as those shuffle depending what part of the chapter I edit) P.S. The potion is obviously not canon (something I made up), so it is easy to see who steals the same idea - about removing all effects of the love potion's child. And since I've seen a couple of such works, please, I encourage you to make and do your own ideas and be as awesome writers as you already know you are! <3

"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble. Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my lips. I am NOT falling for these guys. And then, at the corner of my eye I spot Owen and his gang approaching. Well, that's just great. *** The West and East gang of Tygerwell have been at each other's throats since the dawn of time. And the two leaders of these gangs want to end the fight, once and for all. But fighting with fists is easy. Fighting with wit and charm, is a whole other ball game. Blake. West-side gang leader. Leather jacket and killer glare. Don't talk back. Owen. East-side gang leader. Fancy coat and toxic stare. Don't resist. And in comes Amber. Hair of gold and oceans in her eyes. Has too much sass for her own good and always, ALWAYS, manages to get into the middle of trouble. But these boys have no idea who they're really dealing with. And when Amber descovers she knows a little too much when it comes to guns and fighting, she has to question everything she thought she knew about herself. Three can play this game. *** "Let's settle this. You got rejected, I got rejected. It's only fair that the fate of the gangs be on who gets the girl first." "That sounds rather good, Rhodes. I'll take that bet on the golden girl." *** COMPLETED FICTION AWARDS: Best new story and best new account Highest ranking in Teen Fiction: #1 on 25/06/2018