After Y/N Black's mother was murdered along with the Potter's and her father was wrongfully sent to Azkaban, Y/N is sent to live with a muggle family who lived on none other than 3 Privet Drive. Best-friends to Lovers Harry Potter x Fem Reader. Uses harsh language. Includes violence (ex. Torture, and deaths) I do not own Harry Potter (LMAO duh) Follows a mixture of the book and movie plot Started: 02-23-21 Ongoing-

He wasn't just my best friend. He was my architect. Ela Miller is "clumsy." She's the girl who loses her keys, fails her bio-labs, and relies on her genius best friend, Liam Vance, to keep her world upright. When their parents leave them alone for a month during a record-breaking storm, Liam offers to teach her the "lessons" she's missed out on-how to kiss, how to touch, how to know a man. But as the rain pours, the "puppy-eyed" boy-next-door starts to slip. Every touch is too practiced. Every "accidental" encounter feels like a trap. And the security cameras in the house? They aren't for her protection. They're for his viewing. Ela thinks she's the teacher. She has no idea she's the prey. By the time the sun comes out, Liam doesn't just want her heart. He wants her name, her future, and every breath she takes. He's been planning this for twenty-one years. And he's tired of playing nice. He didn't become obsessed because he didn't understand love-he became obsessed because he thought he understood it too well. Growing up, he saw a kind of love that felt safe, constant, and complete, and somewhere along the way, he started believing that this was the only way life could feel whole. So when he met her, he didn't just see a person-he saw the possibility of recreating that same world. And slowly, without even realizing it, his love turned into something heavier... something that needed to hold on too tightly, just to feel secure. She wasn't unaware-she was just never taught to trust herself. Growing up, every decision was made for her, every mistake corrected, every thought quietly replaced by someone else's "better" way. So when he stepped in to guide her, it didn't feel like control... it felt familiar. He didn't take her independence away-she had never really learned to hold onto it in the first place. And when care starts to look like control, it becomes almost impossible to tell the difference.

Arabella Brooks is the definition of a perfect student. Well on her way of becoming Head Girl, her plans are repeatedly hindered by the interference of a particular messy-haired Slytherin along with his band of bumbling idiots. Everyone was convinced that Mattheo Riddle absolutely hated Arabella Brooks' guts. That was until Luna Lovegood slips a vial of Verita serum into Mattheo's morning pumpkin juice.

❝𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴. ❞ -𝘛𝘰𝘮𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘚𝘭𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯 ↳𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘝𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩. 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝖾: 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 "𝖲𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖲𝗉𝗈𝗍", 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 " "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘙𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦, 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩."

𝘼 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨.

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"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

ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ 1940ꜱ, ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛꜱ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏꜰ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜᴄʀᴀꜰᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴢᴀʀᴅʀʏ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ʜᴏꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴡᴏ ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ-ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ, ᴀ ᴄʜᴀʀɪꜱᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀɪᴀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴡᴏᴏᴅ, ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀꜱᴛ. ʜᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴀʀᴇ ɢɪꜰᴛꜱ ʙʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴡɪᴢᴀʀᴅꜱ, ꜱʜᴇ ꜰɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ. ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴀᴛᴇꜱ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴡɪɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ, ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇꜰɪᴀɴᴄᴇ. ᴛᴏᴍ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ-ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀɪᴀ ʀᴇꜰᴜꜱᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏɴᴇ. ʏᴇᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴛɪɢʜᴛᴇɴꜱ ɪᴛꜱ ɢʀɪᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ ɪɢɴɪᴛᴇ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡᴏɴ.

"You're very charming. Not just charming, but beautiful in the sense that the world could almost pardon you for your sins." - ✧ - Victoria Locke and Tom Riddle are practically strangers. They're nothing more than that. It remains that way until she discovers a piece of Riddle's big secret. It's quickly revealed he knows more about her than she knows herself... but including the past that she's forgotten. Theodore Nott involves himself into her life and a spark of obsession and feelings fabricates deep desires, pulling her to Riddle and Nott. But one cannot be pulled in two different directions without being torn apart.