Harry and Tom are childhood friends who are in love with each other. Everyone knows except them. Then someone stupid does something idiotic and Tom finally pulls his head out of his arse. Dumbledore tries to manipulate the scene, but what can he do against the power of two Lords?

Not Mine!! Fate decides to play with Harry's life again, giving him a chance at a family but with the most shocking father for his child. After the Order lock him up Harry flees to the father where they both may get a second chance.

Tags: TIME TRAVEL, SANE VOLDEMORT, TOM RIDDLE POV, POSSESSIVE TOM RIDDLE, POWERFUL HARRY, ROMANCE, FLUFF AND ANGST, SLOW BURN, HUMOR, MUTUAL PINING, HAPPY ENDING, Crack Treated Seriously, Drama, Parent Voldemort, Daddy Issues, Protective Tom Riddle, Snark, Sassy Harry Potter, Living Together, Enemies to Family to Lovers, Sugar Daddy, Redemption, Falling In Love, Sexual Tension, Comedy of Errors, Intense, Passion, Soul Bond, Soulmates. Warning: May cause hysterical laughter and uncomfortable arousal at the same time. When a Voldemort in his thirties encounters a time-travelling, seventeen-year-old Harry Potter, he makes a dangerous-and hilarious-assumption. He assumes that Harry is his son. And his son, of course, deserves the very best. A confused Harry plays along for the sake of self-preservation, but living with his "father" is proving to be intolerable in more ways than one. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ "You are mine," Voldemort said gently, and smiled when Harry flinched. So the boy did know Voldemort, after all. He knew Voldemort was to be feared. "I will look after you, my own." "I don't belong to you," Harry spat, despite his fear. Oh, what a delight he was! He was no cowering, simpering sycophant, like Voldemort's other followers; no, this child had a spine of steel. Not many could stand before Voldemort without quailing. "You are my son," Voldemort declared. "Of course you belong to me. Your every cell, your every fiber, your every heartbeat. You are mine in flesh and blood and soul. You are mine in magic. And you will not deny me."

Dumbledore was sure he had made the right choice. Ten years later Harry shows him just how wrong he was. With little regard for most, Harry makes a name for himself at Hogwarts, and shows everyone that he is far more than just the BWL. In doing that he attracts the attention of the Dark Lord, making Voldemort believe that the Boy-Who-Lived could be far more than an enemy.

"Oh my love," Voldemort sighed. "Aren't you tired of this endless running? You don't look well. All this writhing in the dust like a hunted animal doesn't suit you." Harry struggled against the binds keeping him in place, his breaths coming out in sharps pants as he twisted away from his touch. He's a monster, he reminded himself, forcing himself not to think about how gentle he could be with him. How much he missed his touch. You need to run from him, run far, far away. You are in the middle of a war! "I'm tired of chasing," Voldemort continued, stepping closer to Harry's struggling form. "Of indulging this little game of yours. Let's stop pretending there's anywhere you could run where I would not find you." He paused in front of Harry and knelt down, a hand reaching out to caress his cheek possessively. "Let's stop pretending you want to be anywhere but my arms, hmm?" "Go to hell!" Harry spits, jerking away from his touch. "I'm not yours!" "And that, my love, is where you're wrong," Voldemort said with a crazed smirk. "Nothing, not even death, could keep me from you. You always have and always will belong to me!" |.-.-.-.-.-.-.-| Voldemort had finally won. He defeated the light and gained control over Magical Britain, and in the process, he had lost everything. As he remembers how he met, fell in love with, and ultimately lost Harry Potter, he realizes that in his greed, Voldemort had ruined everything that ever mattered to him. But when new information comes to light, it's a race against time to bring Harry Potter back from the dead and reconcile their relationship or risk losing the love of his life forever... ...Even if it means getting help from what's left of the Golden Trio.

After being turned into a snake and unable to change back, Lord Voldemort is forced to turn to the only other living Parselmouth, Harry Potter. After making a deal, Harry agrees to help the Dark Lord return to his human form. SLASH Harry Potter/Lord Voldemort, or Tom Riddle. DISCLAIMER: this is not my story, however I got permission from the original author, the lovely estalita11 on AO3, to publish it here.

He had never expected this to happen. In actual fact, he didn't know what was going to happen, but this had never crossed his mind. But fate did so like to play with her favourite person! When Sirius died, Harry went of the rails, he got himself involved with with the enemy and now he has to face the consequences. But maybe, in the end, it's not as bad as it seems!MPREG TMR/HP Disclaimer - This is not my story, it was originally posted on Ao3 by jessikaa15.

What if that night in Godric's Hollow went differently? What if Harry did die? What if Death stepped in and made a deal with the Savior of the Wizarding World? How different would Harry's life be after that deal? (Or, Harry makes a deal with Death and in exchange gains something Voldemort has fought his entire life for. Immortality. And a strange friendship with Death)

Voldemort had been relaxing since his return, no need to rouse the suspicions of the masses, potter had been unusually quiet about his resurrection, and the death eaters were slowly taking the ministry one place at a time. But things were about to get a whole lot busier for all the weirdest reasons... The plot and tags will change as i do

(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.