Sequel to Modification Estela's going back. Back to where it all started. Back to the place where everything changed. She's returning to resume the task she was given six years ago, and this time she isn't going to let anything stand in her way of success. But when she arrives, things are different. A darkness looms over the place that was once as familiar to her as the handle of her wand, and she realises just what she's gotten herself into. People are disappearing and families live in fear as a new Order gains power throughout the Wizarding World. And it's all down to him. The person she came back to save. The person who changed her life forever. Tom Riddle. And this time, the task of changing him will be harder than ever in the struggle against good and evil as darkness dawns. #78 in fanfiction 20/01/2017

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

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

Honey, I love you That's all she wrote Oh, Ophelia You've been on my mind, girl, like a drug Oh, Ophelia Heaven help the fool who falls in love. Tom Riddle x Hufflepuff OC Based loosely on the song by the Lumineers

"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

"Tell me THE TRUTH!" Valentine Dumbledore is back for another year at Hogwarts. However, everything is closing in on her with epic speed. The shadows of a war are catching up to her and the words of the prophecy are suffocating her. Dwelling on the past is utter agony when one can see the future. Past demons are running after her and the lies told before will do anything to be brought to light. "Lie to me then." No one is safe. No one is sound. Everyone will die and death will be bound. "I don't love you. Not at all. Not even a little bit. I feel nothing for you." Someone wants her dead. Someone wants to stop her from upholding the words of the prophecy. Someone.... Someone wants Voldemort to come to power. "LISTEN TO ME! SOMEONE!" "No one's listening. No one's coming. No one's wondering where you are. No one gives a shite." With Tom Riddle getting closer and closer to becoming Lord Voldemort, Valentine wants nothing more than to hide huddled under a blanket and watch the world drown. She was drowning every day, why not give the world a taste of its own medicine. "HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP!" Tom Riddle is her undoing. Tom Riddle is the man she loves. Voldemort killed her parents. Voldemort killed her sister. "YOU MADE ME LIKE THIS! YOU! YOU DISGUSTING, FILTHY GIRL!" "I didn't do anything to you!" "You did everything and nothing." She's all alone. She's depressed. She's weak. She's broken. .... She's demonic. "Harry, Moma loves you. Dada loves you..... Harry be safe..... Be strong." "I'll never love you." Book 2 in the Demonic Series.