Winner of the 2016 Fanfiction Awards! Things will be different for Estela this year at Hogwarts. Having seen the catastrophic future that lies ahead, Albus Dumbledore has given her a task. Foreseen to be a monster, Estela must change a certain student named Tom Riddle. He's arrogant, manipulative, independent and powerful, and Estela is at a loss of how she should approach the situation, but soon realises that they're not so different after all. Secrets will be revealed as she attempts to reconstruct the future Dark Lord's fate. As featured on Wattpad's 'Harry Potter' reading list. #1 in Fantasy October/2019 #15 in Fanfiction 18/09/2015 #71 in Fanficition 9/10/2015 #52 in Fanfiction 10/10/2015

Harry Edward Styles. Room 402 at Eastwood Mental Asylum. Known for turning his victims psychotic. To be handled with extreme precaution.

"You know... A pretty girl like you shouldn't be out alone at this hour." He spoke as his hand grabbed a strand of my hair to let his finger play with, sending a shiver down my spine at the same time. "There are some bad guys out this late." "Like you?" I asked in barely a whisper. "Exactly like me." He smirked. // WARNING: This story contains violence, graphic descriptions and bad language. It might be seen as triggering for some people, sensitive people read at own risk. Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91pXqNFzsAY Cover made by: @Banddits

"I'm a monster!" he shouted in my face, his veins popping out on his neck. I tried to hold my tears but failed, all these months of patience and anger caused my body to shake, my heart was pounding so loud in my chest that my blood was boiling in my veins. "No Harry! You're not a monster!" I cried out loud, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. He clenched his jaw and fisted his palms and in seconds, he punched the wall that was behind me right next to me, making me gasp for air. All the anger that built inside me was now replaced by fear as his piercing green eyes turned to a darker shade. "How can you say that after what I did to you?" he hissed, his hot breath hitting my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring. I took a deep shakey breath before I parted my lips to answer him. "Because I can see through you, Harry. I can see your innocence."

"I have been watching you for a while now, my love" he whispered darkly in my ear. "Why are you doing this to me" I squeaked, earning a low chuckle from him. "Because" he said, moving his hands from the wall above my head and down my body, resting very low on my waist. "I can". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highest Rank: 1st in Fanfiction WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno

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