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

Tom Riddle is a student model at Hogwarts. The best of the best and no one dared to cross him. Until he meets a girl who is trying to get to the top like him. The question is, who will make it to the top first?

She crashed her lips on his, giving in to the desire. He smirked before kissing her back, his hands pulling her closer by the waist. Their lips moved in sync, fighting for dominance as the kiss deepened. Her hands snaked around his neck and her fingers ran through his perfect hair. His thumb found its way to her cheek and caressed it gently, as if it were meant to calm the storm within her. She heard someone clear their throat and instinctively jumped back, gasping for air and trying to find the source of the voice. It was Allison, standing by the door with a small smirk plastered on her face. "Riddle," Clara gave him a curt nod, her cheeks flustered as she straightened her uniform and walked towards the door where her friend stood. "Grey," Tom smirked and nodded back, watching her with amusement; never had he ever seen her so frenzied and so off-guard. She was the only one to challenge his arrogance, the only weakness he ever had, the only one he ever loved. Oh, Clara Grey.