Armandodippet Stories

What if Tom never got his hands on his horcruxes? What if he never killed Hepzibah? What if Hermione can prevent it all? This is that story. Hermione is sent back in time by Harry after things go terribly wrong during the Battle of Hogwarts. She acquires a new identity, and becomes acquaintances with Tom Riddle. Story follows canon events. Set post-Hogwarts during Tom's Borgin & Burke days. Credit to the owner/creator of the Tomione edit on the cover. (I have no idea on how to make one)

At Hogwarts, anything can happen. During the 1940-41 school year, a group of four students formed a club to make the Wizarding World better. These four students were the heirs of the founders of the four Hogwarts Houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Hufflepuff's heir, Lazarus Smith, and Slytherin's heir, Tom Riddle, were friends for the most part, except for when it came to Gryffindor's heir, who also happened to be the lone girl in the group, Grisha McLaggen. I don't own Harry Potter or Voldemort: Origins of the Heir. I only take credit for some aspects of the plot and my original characters.

Despite the existence of magic and Muggle myths, Tom Riddle had been told that the Hallows were simply a myth and the Master of Death was a figment of the imagination. However, on Halloween night of his second year, a girl named Evelynn Peverell emerged from the darkness in the Great Hall. Evelynn had hoped to finally live a peaceful life after enduring betrayal and pursuit. However, she should have known that she couldn't escape the attention of Tom Riddle - or, unfortunately, Albus Dumbledore. [Don't own anything, all rights go to JKR and @Winxclubrocks!]

Pierre, a simple golden colored cloud that roams freely in the skies. Care-free, and gracely, he hovers over Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yet, an unexpected spell, gives him the chance to solidify; morphing into that he never thought he'd be: A Pureblood. He's a simple soul, yet far away from simplicity. Nothing in his life goes as it's supposed to, yet everything goes as planned. This is a Harry Potter fan-fiction story. Pierre and his story, as well as some minor characters, belong to me. The rest is only J.K. Rowling's. Enjoy!

𓂃 ₊ ❝ and we would wear the same crown keep slowin' your heart down we are the gods now ❞ 𝜗 𝓲𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱... ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇꜱᴛ ᴄᴏʟʟɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙᴏʏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ 𝓸𝓻... ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ꜱᴇᴇᴍɪɴɢʟʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇxɪꜱᴛ, ꜱᴏʀᴄᴇʀᴇʀꜱ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴡᴏᴏᴅᴇɴ ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʙᴏʏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀꜱ ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴠᴏʟᴅᴇᴍᴏʀᴛ.

Tom Riddle would have become the greatest dark lord the wizarding world had ever seen. Tom Riddle would have led a life of death and destruction. Tom Riddle would have had loyal followers to walk in his footsteps of misery. Tom Riddle would have died at the hands of a 17 year old boy. Had it not been for her. CONTENT WARNING This story will have dark themes, including Murder Domestic violence (not between mc's) It won't be extensive but mentioned throughout at least a few chapters, so take care. ALSO ON AO3

"You've got to be kidding me," Draco muttered under his breath, staring at the door of his room, his fingers were trembling, his body shaking, and his eyes were blown wide. A hand covered his hip, as tears clung to his eyes. Voldermort wanted him to kill Albus Dumbledore, and to find a way into Hogwarts. That was not what freaked him out so much, today, however, it was what he had seen as he had been dragged to a hunting session earlier. The robes had parted just enough and Draco saw...IT. How could the Fates have been so cruel as to pair him up with such a cruel being. He knew that should Voldermort find out...Draoc shuddered, swallowing hesitantly. His father was in Azkaban, there was nothing he could do. "You're right." Draco started, staring up at the figure that seem to have just...shimmered in his room. "The fates are cruel. So how about this...I can give you one chance. However, you won't be able to return. Take it, if you wish." He had not even needed to think about it. Why not? What else did he have to love? His life? His pride? His dignity? All of those were already as good as gone anyways. "Very well." He muttered the words and found himself yelping as his body hit cobblestone.