Lord Voldemort - Blog Posts

Whoever lied about HBO making a Tom Riddle series better sleep with one eye open...

YES YES YES YES

WIP Last Line Tag Game

Tagged by @leafiloaf . Leafi, thank you so much for the tag! 😭 Sending love 💖💖💕💕 Look, when my favourite Harrymort artist tags me for the wip game it doesn't matter that I did the tag game, I’m doing it again!

Rules: Share 7 (or more) lines of a WIP you've been working on.

I wrote a little one-shot of our boy Harry fainting in the forest in Deathly Hallows and waking up. Without his shirt? Where could his shirt have gone? 🤔

Let Harry tell you one thing. He's a bloody good escape artist. Just because his shirt got discarded and his torso is currently exposed to the cold air of the hall won’t stop him from running headfirst to the exit, wherever the exit is — something Harry’s starting to worry about right now.  The burning, long fading mark in the middle of his chest the locket left behind throbbed dully, like its own heartbeat. All the hairs on his arms were up, rising in response to the biting cold, followed by goose bumps spreading along the skin. His empty fingers trembled. There was no wand. Someone took his wand. No weapon. Running bare-chested. Many strange things happened to Harry over these seven years, but this one definitely takes the cake.

At least he still had his trousers, glasses, socks and trainers. The girls and guys at Hogwarts would kill to see this, Harry was sure. The hair on the back of his neck prickled. A warning.  Mid-step, a cloth wrapped around Harry's ankles and wrists, lifting his feet off the floor. Harry pushed his entire body forward, lunging in the opposite direction in an attempt to rip the fabric off of his limbs.  The cloth was unbroken. More cloths snapped around him, like lunging snakes. Two more wrapped around his forearms, one wrapped around his chest, another around his waist, wrapping around his thigh, two more around his knees, and one around his neck. They all snapped tight, and Harry groaned as they squeezed, strangulating his bones with the powerful pressure. The only cloth that didn't squeeze him was the one around his neck, acting more like a rope than a handcuff. The cloths were like scarves. They extended outward, to the source. The ones around him slowly spun Harry around, almost gently, mindful not to break him. Harry followed the path of the cloths, and found they were connected to a robe. No. They were a part of the robe. Coming out of the robe like hidden serpents. His breath stopped in his lungs, caught in his throat in horror at the sight of the hooded, tall figure ten feet away from him. No. No, Harry was supposed to be dead… No… No, no, no, no… Harry felt the beat of his heart, and realized that he was very much not dead. He was alive. He was alive, and it was the most heart-wrenching realization to have in this moment. Harry was alive. And the cloth holding him captive came from Lord Voldemort, who prowled toward Harry slowly, like a slithering python approaching his captured prey. Harry glared at the hooded Dark Lord. 

Voldemort looked at him silently, his ivory face cast in shadow, his red eyes glowing like rubies. He tilted his head like a curious snake. A slow smile curled his mouth

“Going somewhere, my dear Horcrux?”

Harry's breath hitched, his eyes stretching in horror.

No.

No no no no no —

Voldemort reached forward. A skeletal hand cupped Harry’s cheek gently, tenderly holding his face.

Harry wasn't even done panicking before the red eyes enveloped his sight, and darkness swallowed him.

How did I not notice this before?

So... I was watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban for like the 100th time and saw something during the scene of the Fat Lady trying to sing. Look at the portraits.

In particular this one.

Now tell me, does that look like Lord Voldemort or what?

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"my snake."

Tom Riddle's Patronus takes a form of a baby orca. I don't have any evidence - just feelings.

Ok but...

Bellatrix Lestrange is so adorable in that insane murderess kinda way

i wanna write a tom riddle story so bad, but i know that i won’t ever finish my jason fic if i do, or maybe i will, who knows

Why Harry didn’t die in the forbidden forest:

So since Harry was the master of the elder wand, resurrection stone AND invisibility cloak, is that the real reason why he cheated death in the forest? As he was the master of death/ the deathly hallows he was able to survive? I could be totally wrong but this could be just another small reason as well as the main one that we all know?

Any thoughts? Has this already been said?

I’m a slytherin guy

Now I want to tell you something about my Hogwarts House - Slytherin.

 As is well known, Slytherin represents ambition, pride and cunning.

Again and again when I make the test on pottermore and many others, it came out that I'm a Slytherin. My big brother said it suits me very well because I'm very cunning and smart. But I don’t know what to say much about that. ;D But what I can say is that I'm really ambitious. For example in my studies. I have a lot to study and to read a lot of books, although I can't really call that "struggling through the books" because I actually love reading books. Sometimes it's just very exhausting, but I'm interested in what I'm doing. And that gives me strength and, above all, ambition to learn the material I have to learn. xD

But even in everyday life I often prove to myself that I am ambitious, because I often discover things for myself, these become my hobby and I am ambitious to create something for it. Like teaching myself healing herbalism, you know - herbs and mushrooms and stuff.. ;D But even though I'm writing a book, I'm still ambitious to finish it. I also showed a lot of emotional ambition, especially when I was a teenager. Ambition just gives you so much power. More power than you think you have at first. I keep noticing that in myself.

Anyway, I'm very happy and proud to be part of the Slytherins. I like all aspects of Slytherins. Good or bad, I love Slytherins. In the end, it's just an incredibly great and magical story. If I were at Hogwarts

I would be extremely and especially interested in Potions at Professor Snape because I just find potions so magical and mystical. But I would also read a lot about dark arts, magic - stuff like that, oh- AND about Quiddich. Not necessarily because I'd belong to the dark side, although that wouldn't be...let's say- not impossible. xD

Well, at least I would be very interested in mystical, udiscovered, secret and hidden magic, especially in potions. In my free time at Hogwarts, instead of brewing potions and reading books, I would love to play Quiddich. Preferably as a chaser or a seeker. My pet would definitely be my cutie but sometimes evil black cat. <3 My Patronus (I also found that out in the Pottermore test) is a ferret. I think it's great! And most of all I would love to be able to speak Parseltongue and own a snake!! I love snakes!

What about you?

Have a magical day! Ellie ;3

The Origin of a Name

So we all know that Tom's nickname name translates to "flight of death" in French.

Which is ironic because he fancied himself immortal, having made his Horcruxes. And it was a nickname he received/made not long after Hogwarts, i.e. not long after he made his first Horcrux and believed himself immortal (He just didn't use it openly until a decade later).

So little Tom was doodling with his name, trying to make something that was in no way reminding of his Muggle heritage, and also remembering the French he glanced at when he learned that it was sort of a "pure-blood" language tradition.

And little Tom, believing himself to be newly immortal, stumbles upon an anagram , a smush of vol-de-mort that means death flies. He sees it as fate, that death flies from him because he is just that powerful as a student.

And he needs to be seen as noble, that he is descended from pure blood, that as a descendant of Slytherin he is the true lord of darkness.

And thus, the name Lord Voldemort was born.