Until We Meet Again - M ❀ུ۪ - Wattpad

Story cover for Until We Meet Again by monkeygonetoheavenn

Until We Meet Again

monkeygonetoheavenn

Reads 4,488
Votes 42
Parts 3
Time 59m

Reads 4,488
Votes 42
Parts 3
Time 59m

monkeygonetoheavenn

Mature

Ninette Rosier wants to die. Tom Riddle wants to kill her. Ninette Rosier knows Voldemort. Tom Riddle does not. Ninette Rosier must stop him. Neither of them want that.

✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑

We stood by a pond that winter day, 
And the sun was white, as though chidden of God, 
And a few leaves lay on the starving sod; 
- They had fallen from an ash, and were gray. 

Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove 
Over tedious riddles of years ago; 
And some words played between us to and fro 
On which lost the more by our love. 

The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing 
Alive enough to have strength to die; 
And a grin of bitterness swept thereby 
Like an ominous bird a-wing.... 

Since then, keen lessons that love deceives, 
And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me 
Your face, and the God curst sun, and a tree, 
And a pond edged with grayish leaves. 

⭑･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡.｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　All Rights Reserved

Table of contents

3 parts

Sign up to add Until We Meet Again to your library and receive updates

or

Content Guidelines

You may also like

The price of time by scarlett1968

Death had always walked beside her, a shadow stitched to her soul. She fought. She won. But what was left to claim? The castle around her - the only home she had ever known - was crumbling into ruin. Stone shattered under fire. Bodies carpeted the ground, faces she would never forget, lives she had failed to save. Victory meant nothing when it was built on a graveyard. She was alone. And worse, she was alive. She had died before. Had died and returned, as if cursed to never know peace, cursed to be the master of death, forever hunted by the thing that should have claimed her. Death It was her shadow, her lover, and her tormentor. It whispered to her in the silence, tugged at her with every breath she drew, a cat playing with its prey, savoring the chase. She tried to undo it - to tear a hole in time, to claw back 46 hours, to steal even one life from the jaws of death. But time does not bargain with the broken. It is a vengeful thing, wild and cold. It seized her, flung her not back 46 hours but 46 years, into a past dripping with shadows and secrets. The castle stood whole then - but the rot was already there, festering beneath the stone. And Death, patient and cruel, was already waiting for her in the cracks of the world, ready to finish what it had begun. Smiling at her from the darkness. Death wearing the face of Tom Riddle *Mature themes* Enemy's to lovers *Tom Riddle*

Lost | Tom Riddle ✔ by _nomad_

"Sweetheart, you are the badger, I am the snake, but in this chase, I am the predator and you are my prey." With that he moulded their lips together, sealing their fates permanently. (Chapter 20) ~*~ She was a girl who wanted nothing more but to fade away in surroundings, he was a boy who wanted to be known by everyone. She was a girl who wanted to be invisible, he was the boy who wanted to rule them all. She was a girl who wanted nothing to do with him, he was a boy who wanted to do everything with her. He was Tom Riddle, but God who was she? P. S. Extended summary within. ~*~ © 2017-2020 _nomad_ © © This story is copyrighted, so no stealing. No part to be reproduced in any form anywhere, without the written permission of an author. © "The Harry Potter characters are borrowed from J. K. Rowling." "Images belong to their rightful owners." ~*~ Highest rank #421 in fanfiction as on 01/05/2018 and #1 in Harry Potter. Thank you so much, my wonderful readers. It was impossible without you.

Hadrian Peverell by meimome

Harry Potter was never the hero they thought he was. Not deep down. Before his ninth birthday, he meets Death and learns what the world will never understand: affection is a currency, power is safety, and control is everything. Death arms him with knowledge. Tom Riddle offers him vision. The Wizarding World, in its ignorance, gives him the perfect mask. Sorted into Slytherin, Harry becomes exactly what they want to see-the golden boy with the easy smile, the savior draped in light. But behind the angel's face lies a mind forged in shadows, ruthless and ravenous. Hadrian Peverell does not crave survival. He craves devotion. He craves fear. He craves a world that kneels because it loves him too much to resist. And when he finds Tom Riddle's diary, speaking and thinking and plotting... well, why go back to the 1940s when you can bring the Dark Lord to you? He dreams of drawing him close, of building an empire hand in hand. Together, they'll build something better. A world worthy of their brilliance. A world that loves him, fears him, needs him. Harry Potter was born to die. Hadrian Peverell was born to rule.

Veal & Venison {Tomione || 1940s/1990s} by Patagonian

#180 in Fanfiction || #1 in Hermione || In the language of literature, there exists a seemingly-concrete, antonymous relationship between good and evil, light and dark, hero and monster. And yet, we often disregard the transition from one to another, in which the 'bad guy' becomes 'good.' Perhaps it was the cruel mistreatment of Tom Marvolo Riddle as a child, or maybe it was the bloodline of Slytherin's heir himself that made the boy into the 'monster' who cannot be named. Or, perhaps it was simply because he did not know that his heart would beat in such a frenzy, that his cheeks would redden like a crimson rose, and that his normally-calm facade would melt under the simple gaze of the time-travelling heroine. If I were to bet, I'd say it's the latter. But it matters not why Voldemort could not love, for this is not a story about Voldemort. This is the story of Tom Marvolo Riddle, and how he came into direct conflict and company with the 'brightest witch of her age' ... fifty-years ahead. This is the story of love's recognition, in which the force does not suddenly develop between two people, but a poignant emotion, different for each individual, is uniquely described to be 'love.' Maybe Tom Riddle never loved, much like that of Voldemort. However, as one chooses to stubbornly believe, love existed for Tom Marvolo Riddle as long as he chose to believe that he loved Hermione Jean Granger. ////// NO TRANSLATIONS ARE BEING ALLOWED AT THIS TIME DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters detailed in this book, nor any of the quotations and plot taken from "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows." They belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. I do not own the individual graphics in the cover, although I do own the composition/compilation of the cover. The media I post belongs to its owners. \\\\\\

✨ Bound by Shadows TMR by kingdomgladiator

Fate isn't a choice... but love might be. 💔🖤💫 River Juniper Potter never expected to be bound by destiny... especially to Tom Riddle. 💀✨ From the moment they discover they are soulmates, a magical contract forces them toward a marriage neither wants-yet neither can escape. As the shadows of Hogwarts deepen, River and Tom uncover a terrifying truth: Albus Dumbledore has been manipulating their lives, orchestrating every encounter, every spark, every secret, for his own dark plan. 🏰🕯️ Now, River must decide-follow the path fate has written, or break the chains of a master puppeteer... while navigating the forbidden pull of a love that could consume them both. 💔🔥 A story of magic, destiny, and the dangerous dance between control and desire. RJP x TMR OC FemHarry x Tom Riddle

Dawn by smuthasthecolourred

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.

𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: harry potter by vvronii

"𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑬𝑵𝑫 𝑼𝑺..." "𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑰𝑻 𝑩𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑰𝑭𝑼𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺." She was born of a bargain, stitched from starlight and ruin, the last gift of a dying son to a goddess who loved thresholds more than mercy. 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 entered the world with silver eyes that remembered every grave, golden hair that shimmered like a crown too heavy for any child, and a silence that unsettled even the house that raised her. The Blacks bred tempests, and she was a storm disguised as grace. Though long before her first breath, the constellations had written her fate. They named her for dawn yet clothed her in dusk, promising her to the boy who bore lightning in his scar. 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑-child of prophecy, boy marked by fate for death, the lamb to be slaughter and sacrificed. They found each other in corridors steeped in omen, their eyes meeting as if they had done so for centuries. His sorrow recognized her fury; her tenderness understood his ruin. Their love was not a choice but an inheritance, whispered by the heavens, sealed in the marrow of their bones. The world stood against them. As bloodlines demanded obedience, gods demanded payment, destiny demanded separation. Yet together they moved toward each other as planets do, colliding though they knew it would shatter the sky. Their love was no sanctuary. It was a doom both holy and profane, a sacrament carved into the stars with the same hand that wrote death.

Pheonix by ilunga00

A girl who's had many lives has come back for more. This time she's with her good friend Tom Riddle. It's all a game of which side she prefers, her best friend or her other friends. ----------------- The Dark Lord's face shifted and before she knew it she was pinned against the nearest gravestone. "Don't. Ever. Try And Get. In. My. head. Again." He warned with gritted teeth. Asura could feel her bones in her wrist almost crushing under his grip, she hissed in pain. "It's too dark for you, " Voldemort said softly. "What are you doing Tommy?" The girl asked defeated. --------------- "Can you promise me one thing though H?" Harry nodded. "Promise me you will always believe in magic, no matter what." "I promise." "Pinky promise?" The two linked pinkies in the manner of an unbreakable promise. Then they hugged, neither of them wanting to let go.

Before the Fall {T.M.R.} by Readerin02

Evangeline never belonged anywhere - not truly. Her eyes held the weight of a thousand quiet losses, and her hands trembled with memories she dared not speak aloud. The war had taken everything from her - family, hope, peace. Yet, even as the world burned around her, she clung to one thing: a small, cold pendant that seemed to pulse with secrets older than time. On the edge of darkness, with nothing left to lose, she made a choice she could never have imagined. And when the world shifted beneath her feet, everything she knew shattered into silence. ________________________________________ In the shadow of a war-torn world, Evangeline - a haunted survivor carrying a mysterious pendant - is ripped from her time and thrown into the dark corridors of 1943 Hogwarts. Lost and alone in the past, she must navigate a world on the brink of darkness, where a young Tom Riddle's chilling ambitions are just beginning to take shape. As their fates collide, trust becomes a dangerous game and love a twisted, manipulative force. Enemies bound by secrets, both struggling to control their destinies - but only one can survive the shadows of what should never be. Tom Riddle x OC This will be a slow burn. Because a Tom Riddle suddenly head over heals for a girl is simply unrealistic. Read a story about a boy who thought he couldn't love and a girl whose love shine bright enough to cover it.t

You're My Flower || Tom Riddle by emxwrites

◦•●◉✿ A Tom Riddle Fanfiction ✿◉●•◦ ( characters, places and some scenes belonged to J.K Rowling ❤️) "Because I loved him too much, a bit too much that the love overflowed and shattered! But the love's still there, isn't it?" she said quietly, her voice getting drowned out by the rain, "Of course he doesn't love me back. But I'll give him everything. Everything that I had." The auror thought about it, "And what if I spare him?" "You - you would?" "Yes. But I will kill you slowly and painfully," he looked down at her, "Would you accept it?" Fresh tears spilled out from her eyes, "Then kill me," she sobbed, "Believe me, love kills you entirely, whether you're alive or dead."

You may also like

Slide 1 of 10

The price of time cover

Lost | Tom Riddle ✔ cover

Hadrian Peverell cover

Veal & Venison {Tomione || 1940s/1990s} cover

✨ Bound by Shadows TMR cover

𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: harry potter cover

Before the Fall {T.M.R.} cover

You're My Flower || Tom Riddle cover

The price of time

Death had always walked beside her, a shadow stitched to her soul. She fought. She won. But what was left to claim? The castle around her - the only home she had ever known - was crumbling into ruin. Stone shattered under fire. Bodies carpeted the ground, faces she would never forget, lives she had failed to save. Victory meant nothing when it was built on a graveyard. She was alone. And worse, she was alive. She had died before. Had died and returned, as if cursed to never know peace, cursed to be the master of death, forever hunted by the thing that should have claimed her. Death It was her shadow, her lover, and her tormentor. It whispered to her in the silence, tugged at her with every breath she drew, a cat playing with its prey, savoring the chase. She tried to undo it - to tear a hole in time, to claw back 46 hours, to steal even one life from the jaws of death. But time does not bargain with the broken. It is a vengeful thing, wild and cold. It seized her, flung her not back 46 hours but 46 years, into a past dripping with shadows and secrets. The castle stood whole then - but the rot was already there, festering beneath the stone. And Death, patient and cruel, was already waiting for her in the cracks of the world, ready to finish what it had begun. Smiling at her from the darkness. Death wearing the face of Tom Riddle Mature themes Enemy's to lovers Tom Riddle