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The Object Of My Idolatry by Iseriouslydontknoweither
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
05 Dec 2025
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“Don’t you see, Harry? We’re the same, you and I,” Tom whispers softly, grabbing Harry’s wrist. Tom strokes the thin skin, causing Harry to look at him. If he could, Tom would pluck those eyes out so they wouldn’t look at anyone else.
“No, I don’t think so,” Harry protests. The boy’s eyes stray to the discarded stones, the stones Tom almost used to kill those children. Displeasure seers through him at the lack of attention. Tom taps his pulse point with his thumb, coaxing Harry’s eyes back to him.
“Of course we are, and we need each other.” It’s a lie, but it comes out more sincere than Tom ever imagined. Harry inclines his head, sizing up the truth of Tom’s declaration for himself.
“Okay, sure,” the boy decides suddenly.
Harry Potter was his.
Tom Riddle meets Harry Potter at Wool's Orphanage where he immediately becomes a thorn in his side. Upon the discovery that Harry was like him, Tom decides he cannot and will not let Harry go. Even Harry's endless complaints and inevitable devastation if he ever found out Tom's plans cannot stop him from pursuing political domination.
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“Such ego,” Harry breathes out shakily, though his voice trembles with strain.
Riddle grins, and with deliberate intimacy brushes a finger along Harry’s cheek, the touch soft and horrifying in equal measure, “Whatever happened to you, Hadrian…get over it. I’m going to be so much worse.”
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Harry Potter dies, and Hadrian Peverell survives. Tom Riddle is just what comes next, or perhaps, what was always there.
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After being haunted by a life spent among the worst kinds of people, his world transforms dramatically when he survives a harrowing ordeal and is discovered by Marius Black, a distant relative.
With a name of his own and the significant legacy as the lost heir to the esteemed house of Black, he is thrust into a realm brimming with expectations and scrutiny. Amidst the challenges he faces, he also encounters a love so intense that it defies comprehension.
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Remedium n (genitive remediī or remedī) Latin: a cure, remedy
Harry Potter, an empath in his intern year of residency at St Mungo's, is battling his own struggles when he meets distinguished Healer: Special Consultant Tom Riddle. He is taken under Riddle’s wing as they research the cure for a novel disease, but as they push the boundaries of healing, they must also learn to tread the boundaries between each other.He wore different coloured robes than other Healers—deep plum, the colour of a darkening bruise—and high-collared, silver buttons fastened to the neckline. His skin was alabaster, smooth and unyielding like marble. Once Harry met Riddle’s eyes, the shock at finding the man staring right back at him promptly sucked all the air out of the room. Riddle peered at him in appraisal, his gaze sweeping from the mess of black curls on his head to the balls of his trainers beneath the hem of his robes. Feeling like an exposed nerve under his perusal, Harry did his best to stand still for the entirety of it. Riddle’s gaze was transient and clinical, but it felt ceaseless in its duration, and despite himself, Harry felt a flush rise from the column of his throat to fan along his cheeks.
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Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? (you should be) by Snoweylily
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
29 Jan 2026
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“No post on Sundays” Uncle Vernon announced happily, “No damn letters today-”
Something came whizzing down the kitchen chimney as he spoke and caught him sharply on the back of the head. The next moment, thirty or forty letters came pelting out of the fireplace like bullets.
“That does it!” he snapped, his beady little eyes focused solely on Harry, “It’s you that they want. And they won’t stop coming after us until you’re… gone”.
Harry didn't like the sound of that.
“But Vernon, we can’t! You heard what that- that despicable old man told us!”
“Don’t worry, pet” Vernon said, his nasty grin triumphant, “I’ll leave him someplace so far away that those freaks will never trace him back to us. There’s an institute up north, for these- these hopeless cases and whatnot - St Brutus's Secure Centre for Boys. I’ll leave him there, and then we can get back to our nice, normal life”.Or, the one where Harry doesn't attend Hogwarts in first year but finds his way to the wizarding world anyway, and this changes everything.