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"I want to make a Horcrux."
Harry's heart skips a beat.
He doesn't know why. He doesn't even know what a Horcrux is. Yet something in Tom's statement sends prickles down his spine, and he knows, without a doubt, that he won't like whatever it is that he's about to hear.
Tom's dark eyes glimmer feverishly at him in the murky green light of the Chamber of Secrets.
"You want to make a what?" Harry asks.
"Look—here…" Tom slips a book into Harry's hands, his fingers trembling where they touch. He flips it open, pages through it—taps a passage of dark ink to indicate where he wants Harry to read. "Once I saw this, I knew this was the key to our future, darling."
Harry can't rip his eyes from the page. His heart thuds in his ears, and his mouth runs dry. Herpo the Foul's invention is anathema to all things sacred, whole, and pure. Murder—soul ripping—what even looks to be minor cannibalism. And Tom wants to do this to himself?
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Bookmarked by winteronmercury
07 Sep 2023
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What is it like to live with someone who can nearly read your mind? John's life comes into focus under the magnifying glass of Sherlock Holmes.
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Sherlock hasn't played the violin since John's wedding (which is long since over), and when John returns to 221B, Sherlock relearns the violin as he and John relearn each other. Post S3 fic with an obscene amount of pining, idiocy, and attempts to pawn off tea duties.
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"You love this, being Sherlock Holmes."
He had once. When had it all gone so wrong?
Fully completed, not a WIP. Updates will post twice a week.
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Little Faith by lovelylaceandlilac
Fandoms: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms
14 Mar 2016
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John stood on the threshold of something palpable and raw. Sherlock laid there, fingers poised in thought as if he would rip the answers from the very threads of the universe.
He looked up, grey eyes scanning as John felt every stark detail stripped from him with each breath. The intimacy of the invasion burned and John felt the question hang between them. The secret cleaved from his flesh and silence.