Let me take you back fifty years. Let me take you back to a time where teenage Tom Riddle had put aside his dark plans for the future. It was all because of the seer, the sensor. Abigail could see the past, and catch glimpses of the future. When Tom seeks help for his dark desires, he has no choice but to turn to Abigail. She tells him things could end up terribly wrong. There's a reason Harry Potter got a chance to grow old with his parents. There's a reason no prophecy was created. Let me take you back fifty years. Let me take you back to where it all began... ______ [ALL RIGHTS TO J.K ROWLING. I ONLY OWN MY PLOT AND CHARACTERS.] Started- April 4th 2015 Finished- December 22nd 2015

~ I stopped on my tracks, breathless from the anger and adrenaline rushing through my veins. And then I shouted at him one last time. "I love you, ain't that the worst?" He looked up with a devilish grin on his face, like a kid who just got away with a mischief, like he now knew that he had won. ~ This is the story of a boy who falls in love with his best friend, and a girl who can't fall in love without felling like she'll break into a million pieces. WARNING. There's adult content in this story.

⟨ 𝙎𝙃𝙀'𝙎 𝘼 𝘾𝙀𝙍𝙏𝙄𝙁𝙄𝙀𝘿 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝘿𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍 ⟩ THIS STORY CONTAINS: mature content, it's signaled with (•) in the title.

"Beatrice, you sit in row 3, seat one, and Harry you will be row 3, seat two." Little did I know that those words would change my life forever. [DO . NOT . READ . THIS . BOOK .]

⚠️ DISCLAIMER: This fanfiction contains graphic depictions of abuse. Physical, mental, verbal, and sexual. Be aware that this story was a 17yr old's attempt at a twisted physiological horror. This shit FUCKED! This fanfic includes the following trigger warnings: dubious consent/non-con, teenage pregnancy, canon-typical violence, and depictions of gore. After Patrick puts you in a difficult position; you're spun into a world of fear, chaos, and sex. Who do you choose? Or do you choose, at all?