[IS BEING REWRITTEN FOR PUBLISHMENT] ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ || 18+ don't read if you expect soft, out of character Tom. In 1953, one dark prophecy once again emerged; a riddle of power and destruction, of a vessel that would reshape the world of magic. It was said to be a soul bound to life and shadow which, upon its awakening, would crown a ruler who could cast the world into chaos. When dark wizard and now Professor Tom Riddle, aged 27, reaches the clue of the prophecy that may alter his search for power in the wizarding world, the clues bring him to Belarus, to the prestigious grim Vodyanaya Academy of Magic steeped in ancient secrets. Among the students, one stood; a 19 year old witch, Vespera Smirnova, unconsciously strong and attached with nature mystically, yet unaware of her ancestry and fulfilling all characteristics described within the prophecy. Posing as a teacher, Tom enters the academy for the sole purpose of finding out the truth and claiming this power, which he believes is his destiny. But the deeper he goes, the more the prophecy unravels, threatening to change not only his plans but the fate of the magical world itself. - art by lessiedraw.ou ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕." ... FOCxTMR CW: 🔞 graphic and dark themes (specific warnings and disclaimers can be found inside) 🔞 Also on Ao3 #1 in riddle #1 in knightsofwalpurgis #1 in horcrux #2 in tomriddle

Being reincarnated as Harry Potter's fraternal twin sister really puts a new meaning behind "death is but the next great adventure." Grey!OC. -COMPLETED- #1 in Parody 2-23-2021 #1 in Potter 4-20-2021 #1 in HP 5-5-2021

"Dont worry my Pandora, I could never forget you, You are too well trapped in my soul." The wizarding world lived with thinking Harry Potter was the chosen one. If only the knew that the Prophecy was played with. The only one that can save them has fallen for the only one that can destroy them. Two souls, tangled within each other, Pandora Ivy Potter and Tom Marvolo Riddle. 1st In #Riddle, 8th December, 2025 1st In #Voldemort, 11 December 2025

{Tom Riddle x OC} When Lilia Potter is killed by Voldemort in the Department of Mysteries, she knows she failed. Living in the shadow of her twin brother, Harry Potter, her greatest wish was to step out from his legacy and be remembered for her own achievements. But all of that shatters the day of her death. Until she wakes up- more than fifty years in the past. It should be a cruel joke, but it's real. Voldemort is alive, yet not as the Dark Lord she knows. Here, he is simply Tom Riddle- a clever boy whose charm and enigma draw her in against her better judgment. Tom Riddle and Voldemort are not the same, she tells herself, even as her heart begins to wrestle with forbidden feelings for him. But her growing connection with Tom may come at a cost, especially when another shadow looms over the timeline: Grindelwald. When Grindelwald discovers pieces of her mysterious past, everything becomes far more dangerous. Lilia's second chance at life might be her most perilous yet. ⋆ Aka: a story where she finally learns what it means to be someone's first choice. ⋆ Highest rankings: #4 in hogwartsschoolofwitchcraftandwizardry #1 in tomriddlelovestory #1 in tomriddlexoc #1 in timetravel #1 in hogwarts #1 in time #1 in #ptsd Disclaimer: All characters, settings, and elements from the Harry Potter universe belong to J.K. Rowling and the respective rights holders. The only characters and plotlines that are mine are the original ones I've created.

"𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠." "𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐛." "𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞, 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚-𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨? 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩? 𝐎𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠." Tom Riddle x OC

"Look me in the eye and tell me you hate me, you can't, can you love?" Assigned the nearly impossible task of infiltrating Tom Riddle's inner circle, Rosalie Grindelwald develops a strong disdain for Tom and his calculated exterior when she figures out that Tom harbours a desire to conquer the world in his darkness. However, the lines between duty and desire blur as Tom and Rosalie find themselves drawn to each other, with Tom fuelled by possession and obsession.

"In a world of whispered secrets and broken vows, a Raven dares to outwit the Serpent." Tom's eyes flicked almost lazily to the tip of her wand, and his lips curved in something dangerously close to a smile. His eyes moved back to her face. "Still so quick to defend yourself, Travers," he said, almost fondly. "Tell me what you're doing," she said through her teeth. He crouched, picked up a stone from the forest floor, and stood. "Answer a question for me, Selene," he said. "What are your favorite flowers?" She narrowed her eyes. "Why?" He just looked at her. And in turn, she glared at him, refusing to answer. But the answer bloomed in her thoughts anyway-quiet, unbidden. Peonies. He nodded once, almost as if he had heard her thoughts, and raised his wand over the stone. His lips moved, barely audible, a soft and intricate spell she didn't recognize. And before her eyes, the rock bloomed. Selene Evangeline Travers has never been one to seek attention. A pureblood in Ravenclaw, she has learned to navigate the expectations placed upon her-an unwanted engagement, a carefully crafted future. Tom Marvolo Riddle is the name spoken in whispers. Brilliant, untouchable, and ruthless, he moves through Hogwarts like a king among men. No one questions him. No one dares to. Their paths should never have crossed. But when Professor Slughorn assigns Tom as her tutor, Selene is drawn-unintentionally-into the sights of someone who does not take kindly to surprises. And Tom Riddle does not let go of what intrigues him. ----- The detailed description is available inside the book's Prologue. ----- Highest Rankings: #1 in riddle #1 in darklord #1 in pureblood #1 in wizardingworld #1 in salazar #1 in voldemort #1 in jkrowling #1 in tomriddle #1 in salazarslytherin #1 in horcrux #1 in tommarvoloriddle #1 in slytherin #1 in hogwarts #1 in heir

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

Dark clouds cover the once-beautiful castle that many witches and wizards have called home. The once bricked walls and cobblestone floors were now engulfed in splatters of crimson red blood. Screams of anguish and cries of despair echoed throughout the corridors, holding those who once breathed of laughter and joy, now lay motionless. The war was over, bodies were everywhere, tears were prominent, and the savior who was chosen was now at rest. They have lost. Evangeline clutched the necklace that was hanging from her neck, the once soft hands now filled with calluses shaking from the sight that she was witnessing. She had to stop it, she had to bring them back. ••• Will Evangeline succeed in the mission that was forced upon her? Will she be able to bring back the good news that everyone hoped to hear? Will she drown in her sorrows once she realizes the mess that we will inevitably encounter? Why is it that Tom Riddle seemed to affect her?