(Aka the Tomalongadingdong™ fic) It was a normal day for Harry. He woke up, made breakfast for his relatives, ate some leftovers, and went out to do the chores set for him. Then it all changed when he accidentally disturbed a snake in the grass. Please do not message me about translations. I'm not accepting them.

7th Year Gryffs learn why it is never a good idea to piss off their favorite victim, shy Ravenclaw Hadrian Morgan. The orphan's payback during Professor Slytherin's Class is BEAUTIFUL and piques the interest and libido of the Lord Marvolo Slytherin, who courts him with the aid of most of the school. But just how naive is Hadrian Morgan, really? TMR/HP Slash This story is not mine, it belongs to WyrdSmith on ffn.net.

Harry and Tom's souls are tied together. Which is why they're in this endless loop of rebirth. At some point, they stopped caring and just started fucking with people. (slightly crack AU w/ some seriousness) MoD!Harry, kinda soulmates!TMRHP SLASH

The adults of Wool's Orphanage were completely wrapped around Harrison Peverell's fingers. They cherished him, dotted on him, gave him extra of everything, even when the Orphanage already had so little. What they didn't know was that Harrison Peverell wasn't just a boy. He was a boy that got memories of his past life, everyday, through his dreams. Harrison Peverell was the Master of Death, only, he doesn't know until the day he remembers that he is, which is about 17 years into his second life. Death is patient with almost everything, but he desperately wants to meet his Master, face to face. So, turn that 17 years into 5 years. ¤¤¤¤¤ Tom Riddle, two years older than Harrison Peverell, was hated and feared at Wool's Orphanage. The only person that didn't hate or fear him was Harrison, who insisted on being called Harry. Tom didn't know what drew him to Harry, he didn't know why he was so fascinated by the way his jewel like eyes shined with a sharp cunning that no 5-year-old should have, so he avoided Harrison. He did this for a year, but Harry refused to be ignored. At age six, Harrison Peverell got the future Dark Lord wrapped tightly around his finger with a simple sentence. "If you are what is considered to be a freak, than I would rather be with you than be normal and accepted." ¤¤¤¤¤ This is a Tomarry Fanfic. It features boyxboy. Don't like, Don't read. Status: on-going Highest Rankings: #1 in wizards #2 in 1930s #1 in 1940s #2 in harrison #4 in darkharry #3 in hogwartsschoolofwitchcraftandwizardry #48 in tomriddle #6 in wizardingworld #3 in tomriddlelovestory #4 in tomarry #1 in masterofdeath #1 in tomxharry #1 in riddleera #1 in harrymort #1 in hp #1 in ww2 #4 in timetravel #3 in orphanage #10 in harrypotter #48 in hogwarts

On the eve of his seventeenth birthday Harry misreads an ancient spell that hurdles him through time and space where he becomes friends with none other than Tom Riddle. (boyXboy)

After the war, Harry had expected to be done with Voldemort forever. So imagine his surprise when he found out that Riddle enacted the Right of Conquest, becoming Harry's slave forever. . . . . . "Please," Riddle bowed his head even further, until his unkempt hair was brushing the floor, "Please accept your Right of Conquest over me." It was obvious he was only barely holding back his anger, hatred, and whatever else, but made no move to take back his words. Harry looked down coldly, leaning back in his chair. "You know, if I agree to this, you've got a lot to make up for, and I'll make sure you pay for every single bit of it." Riddle's jaw clenched even tighter, answering through gritting teeth. "I know." "Well, in that case," Harry leaned forward, grabbing a tight handful of Riddle's hair and pulling his head up until he was forced to look into vibrant green eyes, the same shade of the killing curse. "How could I possibly refuse?"