Tom Riddle had a secret - he had murdered his family. Arabella Chambers knew his secret - she had witnessed it. After Tom Riddle kills Arabella Chambers, he steals her wand for safekeeping. But, unexpectedly, Arabella shows up at Hogwarts, very much alive, and Tom is determined to find out how. ••• Tom Riddle was a powerful orphan. Conceived under the influence of a love potion, he could not feel love. But he wanted to rule forever. He wanted to live. Arabella Chambers was a cursed vampire. She had lost everyone and everything she had ever loved. She wanted to die. ••• "But for some reason, Arabella felt the urge to figure him out. Perhaps that was the only vague, useless excuse she could find to not kill him for stealing her wand, but it was enough."

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

"Good luck, Rosalie Dorea Potter." The Dursleys played a huge role in shaping Harry's character. But what if Harry never existed? Instead, on the 31st of July, James and Lily Potter welcomed a beautiful baby girl. So when Mrs Dursley found a baby left on her doorstep one cold November morning, all she could think about was that this little girl could fulfil the one thing she had always dreamt of having-a daughter. Flash forward to 16 years later, Rose Dursley is looking forward to collage. She has a few goals, but being kidnapped by a handsome Dark Lord and unwillingly introduced to a world of magic is definitely not one of them. Harry Potter AU Copyrighted @2019 © All Rights Reserved Book cover and aesthetics made by me. However, I do not own any of the images used.

"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

"I would challenge death himself if it meant I could spend forever with you." Harry Potter dead. The wizarding world lost. Lyra was sent back with the goal of ending the boy who would one day become Voldemort and create catastrophe in the wizarding world. But what happens when her memories of his true identity become lost upon her arrival to the past? Would she be able to recover them just in time... ...or was it already too late? | Completed | {To be blunt the first few chapters are not to my liking, I started writing this for fun but then became really invested into it after a few chapters.}

darling, how could you be so blind? They look at each other. One hurt, scarred and in pain. The other stoic and held into abyss. "𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐲." She heard herself say. And she left. tom riddle x oc © SINFULAM0UR. ( all the characters other than Angelina and a few more belong to Jk Rowling )

And this is where he kills me. BOOK I of OF RUINED MUSES TOM RIDDLE © 2020 murderarts

you choke me and i can suddenly breathe. tom riddle x oc wattpad 2020 a story by @sixofghosts

❝‬𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙀𝙙𝙚𝙣. 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙨 𝙄, 𝙩𝙤𝙤, 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙀𝙫𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪.❞ tom riddle ff ©coffeeicreme on hiatus

"𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈." . 𝐶𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑖𝑎 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘, 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘, 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘, 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝐶𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘... 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝐶𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑖𝑎 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝘩𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛, 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝘩𝑒𝑟, 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝘩𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝘩𝑒𝑟. 𝑆𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑛𝑜 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑.𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒-𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑑. 𝐿𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑒𝑟, 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑒𝑟, 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑑 . . .𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠.