"𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞?" He scoffs, black eyes emotionless. "𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬." She was a girl born in the midst of a war. She was the forgotten child. The sister of the girl who sacrificed herself, saving the boy with the lightning bolt scar. He'd come in the night, ripping away everyone she had ever loved. He'd taken away her family. He'd shattered her beyond repair. "𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞?" She asks, blue eyes hard. "𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞." She was raised to only know neglect. She was raised to only feel pain. She had been thrown away by her own blood. No one ever paused to ask for her wellbeing. No one paused to make sure she was all right. "𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄!" "𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫." She was raised to know anger. She grew with only pain. She was raised with no family. She was being choked with a fiery chain. A fiery chain of loneliness A chain of regret. A flaming chain of loathing. An overwhelming drown-age of emotional debt. "𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮." "𝐈 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬." No one expected her to be more than just a poor orphan. No one expected her to have power beyond what anyone knew possible. The wars would come to pass. The wars would kill millions..... Yet she was their only salvation. The world needed her to save it. It needed help. Why would she help a world with such darkness in it? Why would she ever try to save something that killed her soul? "𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠." "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮." Just as she was learning to love again, starting to feel like she had a family.... She was ripped away from

What if it wasn't anything the current Potter's had done that saved Azalea Potter as an infant? What if the child prodigy Thomas Riddle had tweaked with the horcrux spell before creating them? What happens when they discovered that nothing is exactly what is seems. Fem!Harry, Dumbledorebashing, Explict Sex/ Mention of RAPE. You have been warned. I don't own this book this book belongs to HERMIT532 on Fanfiction.net I DON'T OWN THIS BOOK

"TO LOVE HIM WAS TO BECOME IN HIS IMAGE, NOT A WORSHIPPER BUT A TWIN FLAME." Merope Eloween Potter is the eldest daughter of Lily and James Potter, and the older sister of Harry. Also known as the girl who survived, Merope holds this title for reasons far different ── and far darker ── than her brother's, reasons no one truly understands until the very end. What no one can deny is the unsettling resemblance between Merope and Tom Riddle ── not just in appearance, but in mind, in ambition, in the eerie stillness behind their eyes. That silent, inevitable connection shapes everything she becomes. And one day, fate, in all its cruel irony, brings Merope face-to-face with Tom Riddle ── the man who murdered her parents and the greatest enemy of her little brother. And from that moment on, nothing is ever the same.

Ophelia wasn't who she claimed. She had a secret. A secret that could get her killed, hunted like an animal by just about every witch and wizard in the world seeking leverage or revenge against a certain... someone. Concealing a secret that so blatantly revealed itself in her appearance was no easy task, but, aided by Dumbledore and a carefully crafted act of mediocrity, she managed to get by unnoticed for years at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, until accidentally crossing paths with the one person perceptive enough to see the cracks in her facade and curious enough to look for more. Tom Riddle's intrusive nature was going to ruin everything she'd worked for if she wasn't careful, and she had a lot more to worry about than simply being expelled... *formerly titled RIDDLE

Desperate to save her husband, Irina Dolohov turns to Tom Riddle-and seals her fate. He offers no mercy, only a game whispered in shadows. As days blur into dangerous closeness, Tom slowly unravels her world, severing her from love, reason, and choice. What feels like protection is control. What feels like intimacy is manipulation. Irina doesn't see the darkness for what it is. She sees a powerful man-and falls. Tom Riddle always wins. But even victory has its price.

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

Dawn Rosier/ Tom Riddle No soul beyond the Dark Lord's inner circle has ever laid eyes upon his sons. They exist as specters, whispers in the shadows, their names nothing more than echoes of something unseen. Yet, as all empires seek longevity, so does their ruler. The Dark Lord has decreed it-his bloodline will not fade into obscurity. It will endure. It will multiply. It will be bound by legacy, sealed in blood. Mattheo Riddle, the youngest, is a creature of indulgence, a man who plays with fate as if it were nothing more than a game of cards. A gambler. A wasted heir. There is no use binding him to a wife. But Tom... Tom is different. The firstborn. The one forged not in vice, but in duty. A blade honed by silence, sharpened by obedience. He does not falter. He does not waver. And now, he must wed. Not for love. Not for want. But because his father commands it. Because he must be the start to an unending stream of bloodshed and violence. It all should start with him. But the task would soon evolve into something neither he nor Dawn Rosier thought it could be. Yearning, Despair, Wrath and Crumbling. A story of sense and sensation, Past and Present as eternal enemies of every day. This is the story of Dawn Rosier. Tropes: Forced marriage Slow burn Age gap Gothic I own Dawn Rosier's character.

Arianna Nott is a gifted, sheltered Slytherin who dreams of greatness-but nothing prepares her for the dark magnetism of Tom Riddle. Drawn into his secret circle, she blossoms under his tutelage, her brilliance and loyalty earning her a place at his side. When a mission goes catastrophically wrong, she finds herself abandoned and imprisoned in Azkaban, her trust shattered. Freed by a reluctant bargain with Dumbledore, Arianna becomes a covert spy, torn between the boy she once adored and the ideals she once cherished. Caught in a web of betrayal, vengeance, and forbidden passion, she and Tom rebuild their bond in the ruins of their shared past-transforming from star-crossed lovers into unstoppable rulers. Together they storm the Ministry of Magic, forge a kingdom founded on fear and order, and bind their souls in a Horcrux of their own making. In the end, Arianna's journey from innocent ingénue to Dark Queen proves that love and power can be two sides of the same knife-and that even the brightest heart can be consumed by darkness.

She once believed love could save her. Instead, it became something that shaped her-quietly, completely-until there was little left of the girl she used to be. Aurelia was never meant to belong to anyone. Not to the world that tried to break her, and not to Tom Riddle-the boy who turned into something far greater, and far more dangerous than she ever imagined. Drawn into his orbit at Hogwarts, she finds herself at the centre of his rise: the plans, the followers, the ideology that begins to reshape everything around them. What starts as understanding becomes dependence. What feels like devotion slowly tightens into control. But Aurelia changes too. And when she finally walks away, she does not leave untouched. Separated from him for the first time in years, she is forced to rebuild herself in silence-while the world burns closer to war, and Tom Riddle becomes a name spoken with fear across the wizarding world. Power rises. Loyalty fractures. And everything he built begins to consume him just as surely as it consumes everyone around him. When their paths finally collide again, it is no longer a question of love or safety-but of identity, survival, and what remains of the girl who once stood beside him. In the end, there is no simple villain. No simple victim. Only choices, consequences, and the haunting truth that some connections do not end-they evolve into something far more destructive. A dark, character-driven Harry Potter-era reimagining about control, autonomy, obsession, and the cost of choosing yourself in a world that was built to claim you.

There is one rumor among the Death Eaters that must never be spoken aloud. Certainly not among the Dark Lord. Rumors circulate that long ago, there lived a girl who could have changed Lord Voldemort's fate. They say that in every rumor, there's a grain of truth, but also a grain of falsehood. Apparently, it was so long ago that all they know is that the girl had a personality as light as a flower petal, a heart as large as a lake, and an even greater naivety. No one is allowed to speak about her out loud. There is no written rule, but everyone knows not to even think about a girl without even a name. Lord Voldemort made sure of that. ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ Current word count: 461 330