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  • In Your Image by LILYP0TTER
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    - This lovely story is not mine , and was Originally made by Ailora in ao3 A chance encounter in a London pub leads to a whirlwind romance between recent Hogwarts graduate Harry Potter and the famous artist Tom Riddle, who paints under the name Lord Voldemort. However, Voldemort hides a dark secret: he seduces young, attractive wizards and witches into modeling for portraits. Their beauty will be preserved on canvas and their souls harvested for his eternal youth. Harry is the perfect next victim.
  • Heir Apparent By MonsieurClavier by Rose_Morana
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    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."