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Voldemort: I don’t understand why you’re mad at me.
Harry: You killed my mom!
Voldemort: Yeah, but then I said “April fools”
Harry: *laughing* Dude!
Voldemort: *also laughing* I got you good!
Harry: You did!
i am begging everyone to watch this video right now
I am forever in love with the fact that in buffy the vampire slayer they present vampires as these sexy degenerate creatures but then their faces morph into something that looks like a gargoyle made love to Voldemort and I think that is just 👌 perfection
James on 31st October '81: *sings*
James: heeeeeeeeeeey
Voldemort, at the door: heeeeeeeeeeeeeeey
James: wHAT
Whoever lied about HBO making a Tom Riddle series better sleep with one eye open...
The Fruit of Your Labour
Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader
Wordcount: 1k
Summary: After months of searching, you finally find Mattheo.
It’s been months. Months since you’ve last seen your boyfriend. Months spent on trying to track Mattheo down. And finally, you’ve found him.
You stand on the porch of a small house, staring at the front door. You chew your bottom lip raw, your hands forming fists — crinkling the note with the house’s address in your hand. You shove it into your pocket.
Your heart races. You haven’t seen Mattheo in so long. So many emotions and thoughts have gone through you since he disappeared. You had been scared, wondering what had happened to him. And after finding out that he had run away, you were left with one word in particular running through your head.
Why? Why would Mattheo leave? Why would he leave Hogwarts, his friends, you?
Though you are afraid Mattheo will turn you away at the door, you curl your hand into a fist, about to knock, when suddenly the door creaks open.
Arm falling to the side, you stare at the man before you. His warm brown eyes look at you in the same way.
Mattheo looks almost the same, except that there are bangs under his eyes and his scar has been covered by what you assume is magic.
He speaks your name, snapping you out of your trance.
“Mattheo.. Mattheo." You speak his name almost unbelievingly. You want to jump into his arms and also slap him. “You left.”
He wears his guilt on his face. Good.
“I-I can explain,” Mattheo says, reaching out for you. You think he’s about to hug you, but instead, he pulls you into the house and shuts the door behind you.
“Does anyone else know you’re here? Where I am?” He sounds frantic and his body language shows it.
You shake your head. “No. As soon as I found out about your whereabouts, I came here.” You grab the note in your pocket and show it to Mattheo as some sort of pathetic show for proof.
He snatches it from you and scans the writing before throwing the paper into the fireplace.
“You can’t tell anybody about me,” he says.
Your brows furrow and your lips form a frown. “Why not?”
Mattheo sighs, though his gaze softens into something more familiar. He pulls you towards him and wraps his arms around your frame. Despite yourself, you melt into Mattheo’s embrace.
“You left,” You whisper against his chest.
“I know,” he whispers back.
You both pull away from each other and he gestures towards the couch. You sit down.
“I’m Voldemort’s son.”
You stare up at him, dumbfounded. It takes a moment for you to process those words. “What?”
He sighs again and awkwardly scratches the back of his head. “Yeah…”
You shake your head, unbelieving, though you know Mattheo wouldn’t joke at a time like this. “But your parents are… Bellatrix and Rodolphus.”
Suddenly, you remember all those times you would write Mattheo’s name in your diary. Mattheo Lestrange Black.
“I didn’t believe it as well. Turns out my mom had a thing going on with the Dark Lord.” Mattheo takes a seat next to you. “Voldemort suddenly found out that I was technically his son a few months ago, and he wanted to kill me. My parents helped me run away before he actually hurt me,” he explains nervously, and glances at you.
You take in everything Mattheo says, on guard.
“How long will you be here for?” You ask, grasping his pale hand and giving it a squeeze.
Mattheo shrugs and interlocks your fingers with his. “I don’t know. Hopefully when he dies.”
The Order of the Phoenix. You want to suddenly tell Mattheo all about it, but somehow keep your mouth shut.
You give his hand another reassuring squeeze.
“Are you going to leave again? Now that I know where you are.”
Mattheo shakes his head. “I don’t want to, and I don’t want to leave you again.”
You can’t help but smile at his words. You feel tears prick the corners of your eyes but quickly wipe them away. “Everyone was so worried about you,” you say, hoping Mattheo couldn’t hear the tremble that laced your words.
His eyes light up as you mention the others. “How are they doing?”
“Everyone was worried when you first left,” You repeat. “I haven’t really been keeping up with the others all that much, if I’m being honest.”
Mattheo nods.
“What if he finds you?” You can’t help but ask. The ‘he’ in questions doesn’t have to be specified.
You listen to the crackling of the fire as Mattheo thinks for a moment. “There are protective charms covering this area. If Voldemort or one of his cronies tries, I’ll be informed. So, I’ll have some extra time to get away.”
Oh. That’s a bit of a relief to hear. You relax and let yourself be held by Mattheo. Soon, you find yourself sitting sideways atop his lap.
“I really missed you,” he says, pressing his face against your neck.
“I did too.” You run your fingers through Mattheo’s dark hair, and gently grip it to force his face back. You press a kiss to his lips, which he returns. He wraps one hand around your waist, bringing you closer, while the other rests on one of your legs. You in turn wrap your arms around Mattheos neck, deepening the kiss.
You wish you could stay like this forever, held in the arms of the person you loved. Love. You realize you haven't told Mattheo you love him yet.
You break the kiss and whisper near his lips, “I love you, Mattheo.”
He lets out a small breath and your heart skips a beat. “I love you too.”
Mattheo presses another kiss to your lips, and you respond to it in delight. You both press against each other, perhaps in the hope that you’ll somehow be stuck together.
“Stay the night,” Mattheo says breathlessly, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
You would stay with Mattheo forever if you could. But you know that you’ll eventually have to leave so that your family wouldn’t worry. So, you’ll enjoy the secretive time you have with him for now, until he’s safe from the danger that confines him.
a/n: I don't think Tom would be thrilled at the news of having a child, and would view them as a sort of competition, and would end up killing them. So, that kind of inspired me to write this fic. The reader is going to end this war for her man lol🤪 divider creds: @saradika
Spells from the Heart
Pairing: Tom Riddle x Fem!Muggle!Reader
Includes: mentions of war, memory loss, stalking, reader is naive, goes from third person to second, story is in Tom's p.o.v.
Word count: 1.2k
Summary: You come across something you shouldn't have, and Tom decides to keep you.
Passing through the war-wrecked streets of London, Tom made his way to his usual hiding spot where he could perform magic without being discovered.
It amused him to call it a hiding spot, because it was in fact a field, though — in all fairness — it was in the middle of the woods.
As Tom finally reached his destination, the smell of Earth surrounded him. He shut his eyes — a rare moment of vulnerability — and took in a deep breath, taking in the wet scent of soil and flowers with him.
He dropped his worn down satchel and discarded his coat on the ground. He sat atop his dark coat and grabbed an old book out of his bag. It was a book of spells that he was able to convince the Hogwarts librarian to let him borrow over summer break.
He scanned through the contents of the book, trying to decide on the first spell he would like to practice.
As a small bunny came into sight, Tom selected Vera Verto.
He stood up on his two feet and grasped his wand. He pointed it at the unsuspecting creature and whispered, “Vare-ah vore-toe,” pronouncing it as was written in the book.
Before his own two eyes, the bunny went from a living being to a goblet of water. Pride bubbled in Tom’s chest.
As he was about to mutter a spell to reverse it, a gasp from behind stopped him.
Clutching his wand, Tom turned around to find a girl around his age standing in shock from what she’d just witnessed. Like she’d come to her senses, she scrambled into a run.
Fortunately for Tom — but unfortunate for her — he was able to point his wand at her and yelled, “Kahr-pay ruh-track-tum.”
The girl was pulled towards Tom's chest, and with a grunt he wrapped an arm around her waist. She clawed at his arm like a feral animal and he had the urge to ask her to stop it.
With his free hand, Tom pointed his wand at the stranger again. “Obliviate,” passed through his lips and instantly her body went limp. He dropped her onto the damp grass.
Tom wasn’t sure when her consciousness would resurface, so he made quick work in putting his coat and satchel back on and stuffing his wand back in his pocket.
Before leaving, Tom looked down at the girl. Hair covered her face and Tom reached down to move it away. He noted that she was quite pretty.
After being caught using magic, Tom hadn’t visited the fields in a few days. But, his fingers twitched to grab onto his wand. To point it at something and mutter a spell. The children at Wool’s Orphanage got on Tom’s, but of course he couldn’t punish them for it like when he was a child.
Done with being reminded of his predicament, Tom finally decided to go on a walk. It led him to the edge of the woods anyways.
He couldn’t help but think of you as he walked. He hadn’t used a spell on a muggle for so long, and doing so left behind a certain thrill.
Tom stopped walking and squinted. A little ways away from him, he caught sight of a house. It was hidden behind several large trees, casting a darkness upon it and hiding it from view.
As Tom got nearer to one of the windows, he saw a glimpse of someone. You.
He ducked under the window, and thought of how much of a fool he must have looked. He certainly felt like one.
The walls were rather thin, Tom learned as he listened to her hum. He recognized the tune. “I Don’t Want to Set the World on Fire.” At times the song would play on the small radio during dinner time.
A few moments passed. In those few moments, Tom realized that you were home alone. You looked to be Tom’s age, and if he was right, that meant your parents weren’t home.
Tom walked up the steps to your front door and knocked. The humming stopped and Tom listened to the sound of hurried footsteps.
The door creaked open. You looked up at Tom with wide eyes. He supposed you were surprised. It was unlikely that many people visited your family much.
“Excuse me, Miss. If it’s no bother, I was hoping you could help me? I’ve seemed to have gotten lost.”
Your face relaxed as you took in Tom’s words. “Of course. Do you just need directions, or do you want to make a phone call to your parents? If you have a telephone, of course.”
Tom pretended to think for a moment. The latter would easily let him into your house. “Would you mind if I phoned my parents? They must be worried.” The lie slid off of Tom’s tongue like honey.
With a nod, you let Tom into the house.
Silly girl.
Tom followed you into a small living room. You pointed to the rotary dial resting atop the wooden table in front of the couch.
“I’ll wait in another room.” With that, you walked up the steps to what Tom assumed to be your bedroom. “I’ll be back in just a moment,” your distant voice called out.
Tom had no use for the telephone. Instead, he looked at what stood tall on the mantelpiece. It was the goblet he had created several days ago.
You must have been so confused when you awoke after being obliviated.
Tom picked up the cup and brought it closer to his face to inspect it. It was blue with carvings of seahorses and mermaids covering the upper half of it.
Tom placed the cup back to its rightful place. He’ll be kind and let you keep it.
Tom slowly walked up the steps, careful not to make the steps creak.
Once he reached the top, he scanned the three doors. One was yours, one your parents, and one the bathroom, he assumed.
Tom opened the first door. It was obviously not your parents, as the only way the bed could fit two people was if they crammed together. The sheets were pink, and books littered the vanity.
He picked one up. Pride and Prejudice. The copy looked like it had been well loved. He tucked it into his coat pocket.
He shut the door and proceeded to open the next one directly across from your room. Disappointingly, there was no sight of you in the small bathroom.
Tom shut the door again and walked towards the room at the end of the hall. He opened it up and saw you sitting on a chair, rummaging through a desk drawer.
You looked up in surprise as Tom entered, halting your movements.
Tom clasped his hands behind his back. “I just got off the phone with my father.”
You nod. “Um.. I’m just looking for my parents' map. I know they have one, and I thought I could give you directions to help you get back home.”
How sweet.
He walked over to where you sat, and took note of how your breathing quickened as he got nearer.
You would make a nice summer plaything. And the best part was you wouldn’t even remember.
a/n: that poor bunny stuck as a cup forever😭 Also, I loved going through the Harry Potter Spellbook to write this. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! divider creds: @saradika
Guys I just came up that the reason why the Dark Lord died. It wasn’t because of Lily’s love but cause of Voldemort. Let me explain,
So we don’t know how to make a horcrux, we can guess that it probably has to do with sacrificing/murdering someone. It makes sense that you have to take a life in order to gain a longer lifespan through preserving the soul. Every time we’ve seen Voldy make a horcrux, it usually is tied to him killing someone to obtain it.
This leads me to my next point. What if Voldemort went to the Potter’s with the intention of creating an 8th horcrux. Not Harry but something else. It makes sense. If you were an egotistical homicidal maniac who heard a prophecy for telling your death. And you’ve decided to go kill that person and their whole family. Why not make another Horcrux using the deaths of said Vanquisher and his family?? It would make sense also for Voldemort to use their deaths to make a horcrux. Cause Tom Riddle is a Egotistical Dramatic bitch and more important that BitchTM even if he only has 10% of a nose. The man purposely tracked down the most Famous magical artifacts (some of which had been lost for centuries) to make into Horcruxes. There’s no way he would pass up a chance like this to be as symbolic and extra as shit and make a Horcrux.
So Voldemort goes to the Potter’s house with the intention of not only killing Harry Potter, the boy supposedly destined to kill him, but also has the plan to use The Potter’s deaths for a horcrux. And this is where Lily comes in.
Lily’s death is what was needed to turn Harry into a horcrux.
Perhaps the ritual just went wrong or something. Since we don’t know how a horcrux is made, we can’t say. Harry isn’t a proper horcrux anyways, but it makes sense that he became a sort of Horcrux. The ritual part of killing someone was done right before the Soul was “infused” into him. And Lily’s death was what was needed for part of Voldemort’s soul to latch onto Harry instead of just disappearing. So instead of Lily’s love killing Voldemort. It was his only ego of trying to make an 8th horcrux that “killed him”.
So while it wasn’t Lily’s love necessarily that destroyed the Dark Lord. Her dying to protect her son was what vanquished the Dark Lord. Her death directly vanquished the Dark Lord the first time. And indirectly (through Harry) vanquished him for good.
HP X HH AU - Alastor is Harry Potter and Voldemort is his Shadow
I've got a whole concept idea for how Alastor time-traveled to early 1910s New Orleans and how he trapped Tom Riddle as his shadow- but that's a separate post entirely. This is about what happens if they get de-aged in Hell following their retreat from Adam. Because I want to see the Hazbin crew's reaction to Harry and Tom.
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When Adam slashed him with his guitar, it purified both Alastor and his shadow to an age when they were still innocent.
Alastor, Harry, to age 11 -- moments before he'd disintegrated Quirrell to death.
Voldemort, Tom, to age 10 -- days before he led his fellow orphans into a cave to torture them.
They awaken in a crumbling radio tower covered in blood and a broken radio staff clutched in Harry's hands.
Tom, being raised Catholic and carrying all the trauma that comes with being able to talk to snakes from a young age, is the most terrified.
Harry still hopped up on the adrenaline of facing his parent's murderer from what he believes is only minutes before, manages to hear the creaking of the radio tower and get them out before it fully collapses.
They wander Hell and quickly come across various demons, all of which have nefarious intentions. They try to escape but even with magic there's only so much 2 human children can do against demons until-
"HEY!" Something hits the back of a hellhound's head, knocking him out and giving Harry the chance to run to stand in front of Tom.
They both look warily at their savior: a tall heavy-set demon with imp-like horns and bat-wings. In his hand was the broken guitar he'd used to smash over the hellhound's head. He looked angry.
"BITCH! You owe me a new guitar!"
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Adam sees these kids and assumes they're the reason he's in hell. That he has to save them and then he can return to heaven - how else would 2 human children who reminded him of his own just happen to wander into his path?
So he takes them in and re-learns what it means to be a father responsible and care have empathy for his descendants. He meets other sinners who are not the worst and it makes him feel guilty confused.
For 3 months, he tries to find a way to get these 2 children back to the human world. They're both so bright and kind but absolutely fucking traumatized. He's going to have to find them better parents when he takes them back because they were under no circumstances going back to whoever they were with before.
Everyday he's with them, the kids open up just a bit more. What does it say about their homelives that they feel more comfortable in Hell living with what they think is a demon? They have so much potential like Abel and capacity for goodness like Cain before he-.
He tries -oh god how he fucking tries- to get them out of this hell-hole, but eventually he has to man up and ask for help.
HA! Sike. No, he obviously was supposed to demand Lucifer send them back. After all, it must've been his fuck-up that got these kids stuck here so it was his responsibility to fix it. Not Adam's!
Yeah that sounded right.
He marches up to the Hazbin Hotel with the kids behind him he wasn't scared shut up and knocks on the door.
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Lucifer contacts Ozzie to open a portal.
Problem #1 The moment Harry touches the tear in realities, he hits a brick-wall. Or at least what feels like one. The portal is nothing more than a 2-way mirror for him. He can see but not cross-over.
Problem #2 Lucifer takes a closer look and realizes that their souls are already marked for Hell. But they're full of holy energy even after 3 months.
Adam refuses to believe this and demands to talk with Heaven.
Problem #3 ...No one has heard from Heaven since the failed Extermination.
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Adam stays at the Hotel since it's safer for the kids cheaper than renting his overpriced studio apartment that smells like piss and cheese. Niffty fucking hates him though, he hurt her favorite bad boy! He's not dead she would feel it but he's gone again because of him!
Over the next 3 months, the kids grow. Not normally though, every time they make even a minor sin, they age rapidly before Adam's eyes. Sometimes he swears their nails seem claw-like, their teeth sharper when they smile, and their eyes seem to glow when he's looking out of the corner of his eye.
They eventually get in contact with Emily who first informs them that Sir Pentious was redeemed. She then takes a look at the kids with Lucifer. They discover that the children had been de-aged to a period of innocence due to the holy-light that had flooded them.
Lucifer tells Adam it was likely his holy-light wave that sliced the hotel in half that did the deed. They must've gotten caught too close to the blast-radius.
They hypothesize from their rapid age growth and behavior, that sinning will eventually revert the children back to their original demon forms.
And Adam-
Adam, for once in his immortal life, refuses to give up on his children.
“Voldemort should have gotten a fair trial.”
No, but seriously, can we talk about this? I know this was meant as a joke but it’s just so hilarious to think about.
Why did harry need to collect all of the horcruxes first when they could’ve just tossed him in with Grindelwald.
I mean it probably wouldn’t have worked but why was ‘kill him with love, fire, venom, and the magical equivalent of ‘no u’ the first and only option???
I’m just saying I would like more Trial of Voldemort trope fics because they’re peak comedy. Or Voldemort and Grindelwald co-habituating Nurmengard and annoying the shit out of each other. It’s what they deserve.
“Voldemort should have gotten a fair trial.”
“Sauron wasn’t under the Shire’s jurisdiction. Hobbits had no authority to depose him.”
“Aslan is hypocritical for killing the White Witch because they’re the same really. They both want to rule the world and be worshiped!”
Brought to you by: the Internet’s intellectual dishonesty when discussing Mace Windu knocking Darth Sidious flat on his ass and rightfully attempting to cut him down.
THANK YOU. Finally someone says it!
I can’t even count the number of fics and hp theories I’ve read that completely ignore this fact.
I honestly think the reason why so many people forget this is because the characters themselves never acknowledge it. And the fact that most of the people Harry surrounds himself are firmly entrenched in Magical Society. He has a lot of Pureblood allies and friends for example. I don’t think many of them understand just how deep discrimination can go. Nor do I think they understand the difference between being called a blood traitor vs a mudblood. It’s the difference between being sympathetic to muggles rather than actually being related to one and that shit matters.
They associate anti-Muggle sentiments with Voldemort and the Death Eaters. In their minds, as soon as they’re defeated everything will go back to normal! Normal just being more subtle and unspoken discrimination that can be waved away by the few well-meaning but ignorant Purebloods, “Oh Sally from accounting said something to you? You must’ve misunderstood! I know her very well, she’s no Death Eater.”
I’ve lost my point, if you can’t tell I’m really interested in the politics behind hp discrimination, I’m very sad that there aren’t more fics about it pre and post-Voldemort. But back to Tom.
Another factor is the fact that Dumbledore canonically theorizes Tom had a gang of Slytherins following him called the Knights of Walpurgis (KoW) during school. I think that bit of canon is absolute garbage and I hate it because as you said: he’s perceived Muggleborn. I swear every time I read a fic with this ‘gang’ that isn’t a crack fic I want to scream.
You’re telling me that this man worked in customer service for years voluntarily? When he had like 5 Sugar Daddies on speed-dial? Honey, please. Magic I can rationalize but KoW is just straight up unrealistic.
Also, fun fact Dumbledore 100% knew Tom wasn’t a Muggleborn because of his Parseltongue abilities (or at least suspected). This man let Tom be discriminated against and did not say a WORD. Nor did he attempt to help find Tom’s family. And poor feral baby Tom probably didn’t tell another soul about his ability to speak to snakes during school because of Dumbledore’s reaction when he told him.
Considering his Catholic upbringing in addition to Dumbledore’s response to learning about his in-built Snake Google Translate, Tom was probably like “Ok so the Magical world also has bad associations with snakes. Good to know.”
And then Tom probably found out Parseltongue was an indicator for Slytherin ancestry during the Chamber fiasco and flipped the fuck out. Because that meant his elitist-ass housemates were disrespecting him in what was essentially his own fucking house??? I’d be mad too if I went to school somewhere where the students worshipped the ground the founder walked on and used the founder’s beliefs to try and prove I didn’t belong. And then discover that I was related to the founder they would use as a reason to bully me? The audacity. I’d implode on the spot.
(In answer to your last query, I headcanon that his hiatus from Britain was so he could re-brand himself. Tom Riddle was the bullied Slytherin Muggleborn. He had to disappear. Voldemort was the messiah-like cryptid who emerged from the shadows with all of life’s answers. He just needs your first born.)
Tom Riddle, aka, Voldemort was canonically perceived to be a muggleborn for many years before he found out about Merope Gaunt. Because only for muggleborns does a teacher visit the parents/guardian/orphanage. Harry was simply given a letter even though he lived in the muggle world, while McGonagall visited Hermione.
In the same vein, Dumbledore visited Tom’s orphanage to inform him about Hogwarts.
where am i going with this?
the sorting hat put a perceived muggleborn in Slytherin. Don’t try to tell me that oh no, the sorting hat knows who or what you and your ancestors are. No it doesn’t. It reads your mind. it’s very much possible (and by that, i mean i’m certain) that the gaunts did not attend hogwarts.
He might’ve turned out to be a half blood, but at the time, he was considered muggleborn, both by magic and by himself-even though he hated the thought of it.
there are muggleborns in slytherin.
slytherin is cunning and ambition. not blood purity.
(also, i do not understand how people like the malfoys and the blacks and the lestranges and other blood purity fanatics followed a perceived muggleborn. like did voldy tell them that oh no, i’m a half blood? or was it because he was so charismatic that he made them forget that essentially, he was not a pureblood?)
Not to mention, you have the narrative struggle of being pulled in two different directions.
Tom Riddle, as a half blood in Slytherin, is pulled between these two extremes of the wizarding world. Abraxas being the elitist pureblood rhetoric of protecting the status quo and Leach representing the muggleborn movement for equality.
If you want to draw an even bigger connection between Leach's fall and Voldemort's rise, you could say that Tom wanted to believe that things could change. He wanted to believe Leach could do it. And when it didn't happen...well it's time for Riddle to take the reins and force the purebloods to change it themselves.
Riddle: You want to uphold the status quo? Well I'm gonna hold it up SO HIGH you'll beg for me to stop.
And they did.
I mean when you look at Voldemort's ranks it really shows just how much he's likely changed the concept of blood purity.
I mean, would post-Grindelwald purebloods be willing to work with werewolves, vampires, giants, etc? I doubt it. And then you have the half bloods who joined.
Would those post-Grindelwald wizards turn against eachother and actively torture and kill other purebloods (ex. The Longbottoms) from their already limited gene pool? I very much doubt that.
Voldemort limited the concept of blood purity to be against muggleborns and anyone who disagrees with Voldemort. And you can even argue that he would welcome muggleborns since he canonically attempted to get Lily Evan's on his side.
Riddle over here sneakily making the Death Eaters more tolerant by upholding the status quo he defined and placing all of his supporters on an equal level when it came to receiving his approval and being in danger of wizard jail.
So I suppose Riddle found a middle ground after all.
Its supremely unfair how under utilized Nobby Leach is in fanfic.
He's a blank slate! The 1st Muggleborn British Minister of Magic but we know very little about him personally or even the circumstances of his election.
Voldemort rose to power in the late 60s-early 70s. Leach was minister sometime between 1962-68. And Leach was supposedly threatened from returning to his position or possibly assassinated.
Do you think poor, working-class, assumed Mudblood of Slytherin Tom Riddle didn't see these shady dealings and go "Okay so taking the legal route to power won't work."
If having power was Tom's only goal then he absolutely would've taken a quicker route to it. But instead Nobby Leach's failure just proved the system was too broken to fix from the inside.
(Quick disclaimer, I think Riddle only used the blood-purity thing to get an in with the purebloods who were running the country. There are better posts that expand on this idea in detail so I'm not going to get into it too much here. Okay? Okay.)
We know so little about Leach that he could conceivably have gone to Hogwarts at the same time as Tom Riddle. Did they know eachother? That's up to you, but if they went to school together then they definitely knew OF eachother.
So here you have Nobby Leach who hit the ground running after graduation, who clawed his way to being the FIRST muggleborn Minister of Magic in a government made up of bloodpurists, and then he just...resigned? Fuck that. That doesn't fit at all.
And anyone with half a brain would've picked up on that. Tom Riddle could not have missed how uncharacteristic this would be if he knew Leach, or heck just noticed the sheer will and patience it takes to become THE Muggleborn Minister of Magic.
On that note, there might've been some sort of Muggleborn movement happening in the background following Grindelwald's defeat. After all it takes more than one person to achieve this kind of victory.
So Tom Riddle watches (or is apart of 👀) a fast-paced, determined movement place the FIRST Muggleborn Minister of Magic and then watches as this victory silently tumbles down into forgotten history.
Meanwhile Tom builds the Death Eaters who also work outside the system via raids and murder despite the fact that they all work inside of it already. Theres already lots to unpack with THAT decision but moving on... Once the Ministry finally gets its shit together and arrests the (clearly labeled with Dark Marks) perpetrators, throwing them in wizard prison eventually reaching the point where they would be thrown in without a trial (Sirius Black), the Pureblood lawmakers all of a sudden realize "oh fuck, this is getting real."
And now what do they have to do to avoid suspicion in this very Red Scare-esque era of spying and tattling on eachother (it worked for Karkaroff) to avoid wizard prison? Play nice with the Muggleborns.
TL;DR
Nobby Leach: went the legitimate route to making change by working WITHIN the system. He rose fast and fell silently.
Tom Riddle: went the shady route to power by working OUTSIDE the system, painstakingly working for decades to build a support base, and falling in notoriety.
There needs to be more fics with them as foils to eachother. And if it has to be me, I warn you it will take YEARS to finish.
Nobby Leach
Its supremely unfair how under utilized Nobby Leach is in fanfic.
He's a blank slate! The 1st Muggleborn British Minister of Magic but we know very little about him personally or even the circumstances of his election.
Voldemort rose to power in the late 60s-early 70s. Leach was minister sometime between 1962-68. And Leach was supposedly threatened from returning to his position or possibly assassinated.
Do you think poor, working-class, assumed Mudblood of Slytherin Tom Riddle didn't see these shady dealings and go "Okay so taking the legal route to power won't work."
If having power was Tom's only goal then he absolutely would've taken a quicker route to it. But instead Nobby Leach's failure just proved the system was too broken to fix from the inside.
(Quick disclaimer, I think Riddle only used the blood-purity thing to get an in with the purebloods who were running the country. There are better posts that expand on this idea in detail so I'm not going to get into it too much here. Okay? Okay.)
We know so little about Leach that he could conceivably have gone to Hogwarts at the same time as Tom Riddle. Did they know eachother? That's up to you, but if they went to school together then they definitely knew OF eachother.
So here you have Nobby Leach who hit the ground running after graduation, who clawed his way to being the FIRST muggleborn Minister of Magic in a government made up of bloodpurists, and then he just...resigned? Fuck that. That doesn't fit at all.
And anyone with half a brain would've picked up on that. Tom Riddle could not have missed how uncharacteristic this would be if he knew Leach, or heck just noticed the sheer will and patience it takes to become THE Muggleborn Minister of Magic.
On that note, there might've been some sort of Muggleborn movement happening in the background following Grindelwald's defeat. After all it takes more than one person to achieve this kind of victory.
So Tom Riddle watches (or is apart of 👀) a fast-paced, determined movement place the FIRST Muggleborn Minister of Magic and then watches as this victory silently tumbles down into forgotten history.
Meanwhile Tom builds the Death Eaters who also work outside the system via raids and murder despite the fact that they all work inside of it already. Theres already lots to unpack with THAT decision but moving on... Once the Ministry finally gets its shit together and arrests the (clearly labeled with Dark Marks) perpetrators, throwing them in wizard prison eventually reaching the point where they would be thrown in without a trial (Sirius Black), the Pureblood lawmakers all of a sudden realize "oh fuck, this is getting real."
And now what do they have to do to avoid suspicion in this very Red Scare-esque era of spying and tattling on eachother (it worked for Karkaroff) to avoid wizard prison? Play nice with the Muggleborns.
TL;DR
Nobby Leach: went the legitimate route to making change by working WITHIN the system. He rose fast and fell silently.
Tom Riddle: went the shady route to power by working OUTSIDE the system, painstakingly working for decades to build a support base, and falling in notoriety.
There needs to be more fics with them as foils to eachother. And if it has to be me, I warn you it will take YEARS to finish.
The official website even says 'conspiracy theories abound' and if that isn't an invitation for fanfic writers I don't know what is.
definitely
i think dumbledore was growing weed in the forbidden forest the whole time and that’s why it was forbidden. that’s also why he acts the way he does.
I would pay serious money to watch an epic rap battle between Voldemort and Morgoth.
James Potter’s life plan
Thank you for the art trade!! for @belphi 🌹 ▶️Dark Harry Thank you for giving me this wonderful opportunity! [Short plot for this pic] Harry intends to destroy the dark forces from within and finally destroy Voldemort. But things are not going well. Harry's resolve seems to be crumbling at any moment in the face of so many deaths. And worse, through his obsession with Harry, Voldemort's madness grows worse. Harry must fight this monster, even if what himself becomes in the end...
❤️☝️☝️☝️❤️
Thank you Frez for presenting us with a great story! A few minutes after I posted this art on Twitter, she sent me this perfect story. it's such a great talent!
Both of these drawings were done with the image of Harry trying to catch someone off guard Tom/Voldemort. It's kind of like a honey trap or 寝首を掻く. But she wrote story is soooo good❤️!! I'd recommend that one✨
My sincere thanks to Frez for allowing me to write up and share this romantic story.
doodle suggestions <3 <3 the last one is harry`s live reaction after having his vision magically fixed. He realized his glasses were shit this whole time.
Harry being hidden by the Order from his secret soulmate
Only for Voldemort to find him immediately in said secret safe house.
shoutout to soulmate magic :0
We’ll Meet Again
“They tell of a tale in these London parts. That the devil and the wondering soul meet once every century......”
Prophecy:
Behold, the Dark Lord, shrouded in night,
With cunning eyes that gleam with a wicked light.
He sought power, a thirst that never waned,
And found it in two girls, their powers untamed.
The first, an obscurial, her magic twisted,
A parasitic force, dark and unassisted.
Her heart consumed by anger and pain,
She unleashed destruction, a torrent of disdain.
The second, a Veela, of ancient blood,
Her lineage was renowned, a power understood.
To cheat Death, to rise from ashes anew,
A gift passed down, rare and true.
The Dark Lord, in his arrogance and greed,
Though he could control them, and fulfill his need.
But little did he know, their destinies entwined,
Two forces combined, an alliance enshrined.
The obscurial, with her dark might,
Found solace in the Veela's light,
Their powers melded, a force so strong,
They united against the Dark Lord's wrong.
With their combined strength, they rose in might,
Fighting against the Dark Lord's blight.
They shattered his plans, broke his hold,
Their powers are unstoppable, brave, and bold.
The Dark Lord, now faced with defeat,
Brought to his knees, humbled and beat.
The girls, victorious, brought him down,
His reign of darkness forever drowns.
So ends the tale of the Dark Lord's plight,
Thwarted by two girls, with powers so bright.
Their alliance is a symbol of hope and might,
A prophecy fulfilled, in the battle for light.
COMING SOON!!!! chapters will be uploaded here on Tumblr, Wattpad, and Ao3
We’ll Meet Again
“They tell of a tale in these London parts. That the devil and the wondering soul meet once every century......”
Prophecy:
Behold, the Dark Lord, shrouded in night,
With cunning eyes that gleam with a wicked light.
He sought power, a thirst that never waned,
And found it in two girls, their powers untamed.
The first, an obscurial, her magic twisted,
A parasitic force, dark and unassisted.
Her heart consumed by anger and pain,
She unleashed destruction, a torrent of disdain.
The second, a Veela, of ancient blood,
Her lineage was renowned, a power understood.
To cheat Death, to rise from ashes anew,
A gift passed down, rare and true.
The Dark Lord, in his arrogance and greed,
Though he could control them, and fulfill his need.
But little did he know, their destinies entwined,
Two forces combined, an alliance enshrined.
The obscurial, with her dark might,
Found solace in the Veela's light,
Their powers melded, a force so strong,
They united against the Dark Lord's wrong.
With their combined strength, they rose in might,
Fighting against the Dark Lord's blight.
They shattered his plans, broke his hold,
Their powers are unstoppable, brave, and bold.
The Dark Lord, now faced with defeat,
Brought to his knees, humbled and beat.
The girls, victorious, brought him down,
His reign of darkness forever drowns.
So ends the tale of the Dark Lord's plight,
Thwarted by two girls, with powers so bright.
Their alliance is a symbol of hope and might,
A prophecy fulfilled, in the battle for light.
COMING SOON!!!! chapters will be uploaded here on Tumblr, Wattpad, and Ao3
TOMORROW IS THE 41st ANNIVERSARY OF JAMES AND LILY’S DEATH. IM NOT OK
Dearest @ silvereyesofelivostis tagged me to post six characters I relate to, and ig I could have been cute, but today... I just didn't feel like it! •ᴗ•
I won't elaborate though! •ᴗ• (*elaborates*) 👇🏻
Jk haha
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
Faces
this is a happy face :-)
this is a sad face :-(
this is Voldemorts face :)
For as much arguments Snape's actions and motives brings to the table, everyone prefers him, Draco or even Bellatrix and Voldemort to live, but Umbridge. Fucking Umbitch. I swear, it has been decades but we still want that woman dead.
tbh, the thing that really gets me about Astruc's tirades against Chloe is that it's the epitome of something i've seen across A Lot of different fandoms where fans are more vicious about the child/teenage character who's just An Asshole than they are towards characters in the same series who are abusers/genocidal/otherwise terrible people like, they're okay with the latter being redeemed no matter how forced but the former needs to Die or w/e, but this time its the damn creator acting like this
Really? What kind of fandoms have you seen this behavior in?
Did Voldemort knew James Potter was an Animagus?
I was re-reading Prisoner of Azkaban when that question popped into my mind. Like, in the next books we learn that Voldemort knew Peter could turn into a rat and Remus was a werewolf, but what about the rest of the Marauders? Did he knew about James and Sirius being illegal animagi?
We also know Pettigrew was telling Voldemort all he knew about Lily and James a year before he killed them, but did Pettigrew mention that James was an animagus and could turn into a stag, or did he considered it an irrelevant fact for his Lord plans? Or even worse, what if he knew it might be important for Potter's destiny and didn't told him because he wanted to repay and excuse with James? I would like to go with the third option, remembering he spared Harry's life in Malfoy's manor, betraying Voldemort and getting killed for it.
All I can imagine now is an AU in which You-Know-Who arrives to Godric's Hollow, but in the front yard of Potter's house he founds face to face with a giant stag in front of the door, and James charges after him with his antlers and Voldemort runs/fly away because he's scared as shit of this misterious deer who came out off nowhere and kicked his ass. Meanwhile Lily and Harry had already fled far away to safety with Uncle Padfoot on his motorbike.
Back with Voldy's Death Eaters Wormtail smiles sadly, knowing his friends are safe and he thinks this has to be the best prank Prongs has ever done. So do think Padfoot and Moony.