War. They had dragged her into it, wrapped her in prophecy, and painted her as some messiah with a target on her back, all to clean up their mess. She was supposed to fight their battles, die their hero, and leave the world tidily saved. But Alexandrina Potter didn't give a damn about anyone's savior fantasies anymore. It should have ended. She did her duty, paid in scars and losses, and tried to make her peace. Yet here she was, tossed back nearly three decades by a smugly amused Lord Death, dumped into the year 1958 with a son she'd kept hidden from the world and a blood-adopted daughter who carried a legacy darker than any shadow she'd ever faced. Thomas Alexander Potter, three years old, bright-eyed, her heart's calm anchor. And Delphini Lilith Potter, fierce, sharp, and bound to her not by fate but by Alexandrina's own stubborn defiance of it. They were hers, and damn it, that meant something. Her goals were simple, if slightly ambitious: avoid meddling wizards, rewrite the future, and raise her children without the looming threat of war breathing down their necks. Shouldn't be too hard, right? She'd already defeated one megalomaniac. What was a little time travel, a few impossible odds, and the chance of crossing paths with Tom Riddle when he was still just a snake-eyed schoolboy with delusions of grandeur? Life had given her a second chance-no more, no less. And she was bloody well going to use it. Most Impressive Ranking #1 enemiestolovers out of 117K stories

Voldemort once again has a body of flesh and blood. But at what cost? Using the blood of his greatest enemy to return had not been his best plan. Now he feels everything his enemy feels and that includes loving a Mudblood. The world of Harry Potter and the characters belong to the wonderful J.K Rowling. This fanfic is mine and I don't allow any copy or adaptation. WARNING: English isn't my native language and you could find some errors but I would be gratefully if you tell me to change them. • Best rankings 21° in #Voldermort 135° in #Riddle 197° in #Harmione 4° in #Tomione

[ 𝐃𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 ] 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐲, 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞- (𝐘/𝐍) 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐱 𝐋𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧. 𝐀 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟. 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬.

"You promised me that you wouldn't leave." "Tom...I never left." ~.+*+.~ Fate is Cruel. Truly. What if the dark Tom Riddle was never evil from the start? What if something important to him vanished and made him become a monster? What if he had a lover that he never forgot about? A lover that was separated from him too early... ~.+*+.~ (Y/N) is an ordinary student at Hogwarts who struggles with Potions. Until one day, she finds the perfect study partner to revise with: a Slytherin boy with a closed heart and always a few metres away from her. He knows nothing about love and affection, but a girl steps into his world and starts to make it shift. But as their love gets stronger, (Y/N)'s fate draws near, and the boy's destiny to become the Dark Lord inches closer and closer every minute. Will the two have a happy ending? Or will an unexpected borderline cut the two apart forever? ~.+*+.~ If you're looking for a non-toxic and sad-love relashionship with Tom Riddle, this may be the Fanfiction for you! This Fanfiction contains some angst caused by separation and love, and is not about dark love. Instead, it is about sad love. I own none of the characters (except for some random ones I made), GIFs, and background settings. This Fanfiction is based on the Harry Potter series by J.K Rowling. Started: 2023/4/12 Completed: 2023/5/21 Status: Completed Highest Reached Rankings: 2023/5/5: 1# in mirroroferised 2023/5/13: 1# in reflection 2023/6/21: 1# in afterlife 2023/7/8: 1# in snake 2023/7/24: 1# in voldemortxreader 2023/8/22: 1# in dandelion 2023/8/22: 1# in tomxreader 2024/7/9: 1# in tommarvoloriddle 2024/7/15: 2# in tomriddlexreader 2024/7/17: 1# in jkrowling

The scene is set for the year 1943. The second world war unfurls like a steady burn, and the wizarding world begins to descend into a chaos of its own. Gwendolyn Gawmdrey leaves prestigious and dark Durmstrang Institute to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for her sixth year of schooling. There, she encounters friendship, death, and the mysterious and arrogant Tom Riddle. She soon finds herself plunged into a world of power, deceit, and manipulation. As the year surges onward, the malevolent boy and the Dark Arts begin to draw Gwen in, but under the curious gaze of Professor Albus Dumbledore, there's something else. But has the renowned wizard failed to realize that Gwendolyn Gawmdrey might have demons of her own? Perhaps one must know the darkness before being able to appreciate the light. 1 million - 1/31/22 2020- #1 in Voldemort, #2 in Riddle, #1 in 1940s, #6 in Harry Potter 2021- #3 in Fanfiction, #1 in WWII

Serendipity, noun Finding something good without looking for it ONE SHOT BOOK. Started: 10/24/20 Ended: Multiple trigger warnings (not in every chapter obviously): Edging Daddy kinks Rhabdophilia Exhibitionism Masochism Sadism Bondage Choking Overstimulation

"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!!✨

"I can show you what real cruelty is, Riddle." [Smut]