she looks just like a dream, the prettiest girl i've ever seen. 𓆩❤︎𓆪┊Veritaserum, regulus black [ VOL 𝒊. REDEMPTION ] [ mauraders era: year three to first war ] [ bio/layout poeticlulls ] 𓆩 𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘵 © 2021 𓆪

they were dressed in flames and snakeskin, they were afire and serpentine.

:･ﾟTOM RIDDLE/OC FANFICTION :･ﾟ ❝ They were constantly circling each other engaged in a battle of wits, with nothing holding them back but curiosity, a hint of admiration and maybe...love.❞ Harlow Prewett has traveled back in time, landing in Tom Riddle's fifth year at Hogwarts. She's determined to stop him before his change into Voldemort, the cruel wizard the world is threatened by but it'll be a battle of wits if there ever was one. Her plan? Making him feel the only thing he's incapable of feeling: Love. But who's to say she won't change herself? :･ﾟ SPOILERS FOR THE HP SERIES AHEAD :･ﾟ :･ﾟ Cover by The2Rejects :･ﾟ

"Without you I am lost." Karina Rosier Grindelwald is pure blood royalty. After all, being the love child of two of the most powerful pure blood families has it's perks: lavish balls, expensive gowns, unobtainable status in the Wizarding World. But status comes with a price... After being chosen to be the Dark Lord's bride, her perfect life is thrown to shambles. Now, Karina must navigate her way through a new life, one that involves an easily tempered man who she can't help but feel an attraction towards. As their wedding nears , will their attraction towards each other turn into something more? Or will it all fall apart as secrets are revealed? [This is a mature fanfiction and will deal with mature themes. There will be smut later on.] [slow burn] [Unedited]

She was the secret he would never tell. Since childhood, he had a plan for world domination, yet, she stumbled across his path as the unexpected variable that he had never previously considered. She awakened the part of him that he never even realized existed, yet, he never showed her mercy. She was the constant fire, burning to melt the glaciers he built. She was the sinking ship, destroying her own grandeur so she could kiss the sand at the bottom of his stormy seas. She was an angel, content to be condemned to hell as long as he was right beside her.

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"You're absolutely infuriating." He breathed out, pressing her body against the bookshelf with his own. His dark eyes brewed with irritation, and another emotion she couldn't quite decipher. "Trust me." She said, her chest heaving with every breath as her lips centimetres from his. "The feeling is mutual." Updates are every Monday Highest rankings 5 in #wizard 1 in #tom 9 in #wizardingworld 9 in #wizardsandwitches 6 in #lordvoldemort 8 in #muggle 6 in #ravenclaw

Tom Riddle was once a boy unlike any other at Wool's Orphanage and was perfectly content with living his life out there as a freak. However, his hopeless fate soon changed upon the arrival of a girl who was apparently just as freakish as he was. This is a story of a friendship that was to be forgotten by time. For who would believe the future Dark Lord to ever have feelings. Originally published: 07/13/2011- 02/14/2015 on Fanfiction.net

Everyone knew Tom Riddle. He was the golden boy of Hogwarts. The best student of his year. He wished to become the best wizards of all time and nobody expected any less from him. But nobody knew him like Leo. She knew who he truly was and who he would be in the future. But she loved him for who he had become. Because in her world, he was just a fictional character. Until one night, when the dark lord himself comes to visit her. He seeked help in exchange of her freedom. Poor Leo wanted an adventure. But she ended up in a world where she was not supposed to be. For her story was a lot darker than the dark lord himself. _______________________ "True love does not accept your demons. They love you even more for them." - Bridgett Devoue

"𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞?" He scoffs, black eyes emotionless. "𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬." She was a girl born in the midst of a war. She was the forgotten child. The sister of the girl who sacrificed herself, saving the boy with the lightning bolt scar. He'd come in the night, ripping away everyone she had ever loved. He'd taken away her family. He'd shattered her beyond repair. "𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞?" She asks, blue eyes hard. "𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞." She was raised to only know neglect. She was raised to only feel pain. She had been thrown away by her own blood. No one ever paused to ask for her wellbeing. No one paused to make sure she was all right. "𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄!" "𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫." She was raised to know anger. She grew with only pain. She was raised with no family. She was being choked with a fiery chain. A fiery chain of loneliness A chain of regret. A flaming chain of loathing. An overwhelming drown-age of emotional debt. "𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮." "𝐈 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬." No one expected her to be more than just a poor orphan. No one expected her to have power beyond what anyone knew possible. The wars would come to pass. The wars would kill millions..... Yet she was their only salvation. The world needed her to save it. It needed help. Why would she help a world with such darkness in it? Why would she ever try to save something that killed her soul? "𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠." "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮." Just as she was learning to love again, starting to feel like she had a family.... She was ripped away from