the boy scratched at the skin on his wrist so hard it bled. he'd been doing it all summer. so much so that the skin on his left arm was nothing but scabs and irritated skin. it itched. it constantly fucking itched and it hurt. but the subtle pain was a decent daily distraction from his mind. and harry liked that. there's only so much dark magic a person can suffer before it leaves a mark. harry potter 8th year fanfic WARNING: 18+

Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.

BOOK ONE In the throes of the second wizarding war, Delilah Meddows is killed by no other than Lord Voldemort. However, instead of dying like she was supposed to, Delilah finds herself at Hogwarts in 1943. She tries to tread carefully, but Tom Riddle is not someone so easily ignored. BEING REWRITTEN (can find new version titled HON REWRITTEN on my account) !!!PLEASE DONT MAKE RR COMMENTS!!!

BOOK TWO 𝘊𝘖𝘙𝘖𝘕𝘈𝘌 𝘉𝘖𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘚 - "𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔." Delilah and Tom have traveled to the future, returning to her home which was torn apart by Tom's future self: Lord Voldemort. Their main task is simple, get to the Deathly Hallows before Grindelwald. But the path that lays after is divided in two, which one they decide to act on will decide the world's fate.