"To some, a monster, and to others, a leader. Either way, I became god." "Did you really? Do you think God becomes trapped?" Having just earned your doctorate, you decide to work in the Azkaban Secure Facility for the Criminally Insane. There, you encounter inmate Tom Riddle, who is completely delusional, and is under the devastatingly incorrect impression he is a wizard called Lord Voldemort. From there, your life begins to spiral out of control as you learn more and more about Tom's world, until you become a part of it. Perhaps Tom hadn't been so delusional after all. In some way, you and he were the same kind of monster. - A/N: Thank you for all the love! This story gets a lot of parallels to the Joker and Harley Quinn, as well as to Shutter Island, but that was completely unintentional. This fic is actually inspired by NBC's Hannibal - particularly the relationship between Will Graham and Matthew Brown.

"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.}

"Isn't there any way of putting yourself back together?" Ron asked. "Yes," said Hermione with a hollow smile, "but it would be excruciatingly painful." "Why? How do you do it?" asked Harry. "Remorse," said Hermione. "You've got to really feel what you've done. There's a footnote. Apparently the pain of it can destroy you. I can't see Voldemort attempting it somehow, can you?" -d.h. word count. 103k

Tom Riddle began working at Borgin and Burkes directly after graduating with the full intent of gaining more knowledge and having free rein to practice his darker interest. However, when Chiara Romano walks into the antique shop asking for a job he finds himself thrown slightly askew from his agenda. COMPLETED [Tom Riddle/Original Female Character]

What would have happened if Harry had gotten the diary Horcrux instead of Ginny? Harry is confused about many things. Why won't Dumbledore let him stay at Hogwarts for the summer instead of go back to the Dursleys? Why won't Ginny leave him alone, even after he tells her he's gay? Why do Ron and Hermione keep meeting with Dumbledore and not telling him about it? With the help of his new friend, Tom Riddle, Harry answers these questions and more.... (Tomarry) Do not read while eating or drinking or in the middle of the night. This book is very humorous. Apparently.

Tormented everyday since she was sorted into Hufflepuff, Antoinette Zima is a freak and outcast to all at Hogwarts. But none more so then Tom Riddle and his Slytherin friends. Can she survive the obsession of a young dark lord and his faithful second?

[meh- ta- noy- ah] *Greek (n.) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or way of life ☆☆☆ Veruca Penderwick is an extraordinary witch. With her powerful magic and strong heart, she will be his second chance. She will be remembered as no more than a Hogwarts student, but she will be so much more. "It's as simple as that, maybe as complicated too. But it's good. No matter the way it happened or keeps happening, it's good." Tom Riddle will forever be a mystery to most everyone who knew him. His dark mind and incredible charm will not aid him, however, when Veruca practically falls into his lap. "No one expects an angel to set the world on fire." ☆☆☆ DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own Harry Potter or any of the Harry Potter characters mentioned in this story. They belong to J.K. Rowling. I DO own Veruca Penderwick and her story, as well as her family and their history. Any other OC's of mine, also belong to me. They will be mentioned here as I add them to the story. Oc's of mine: Victorie and Sylvester Webb Moony- the cat

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

"Are you implying that I am responsible for Voldemort's actions?" Dumbledore's voice had finally turned cold. "No, I'm saying you're responsible for neglecting a young boy! You treated him with nothing but suspicion and coldness, and when he grew up suspicious and cold you took that as confirmation that you were always right about him." "I assume you have a reason for laying these heavy charges at my feet," said Dumbledore quietly. She sighed. "I just think... maybe you should take your own advice and try to solve this problem with love, not destruction. You don't have to destroy a Horcrux. You can heal it." "You speak of remorse," Dumbledore didn't sound impressed. "If I may, I see very little chance of convincing Voldemort to feel empathy for the things he has done -" "Not Voldemort," she interrupted. "Tom." "You are suggesting that we use Voldemort's first Horcrux to reanimate sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle." Dumbledore's tone left much to be desired. ✨Reposting from Ao3 and ff.net!!✨

Merely the narration of how a minuscule background character in her own life turns into a hero by barging into the world of the notorious Tom Riddle before his seemingly inevitable downfall. Whether she tries to save him from himself or from the world is something one may never truly know.