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1. Two War Lords Sitting At The Table by Vaeryn3947

   Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies)  

   • Mature
   • Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
   • M/M
   • Work in Progress

   15 Mar 2026

   Tags

   • Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
   • Graphic Depictions Of Violence
   • Draco Malfoy/Tom Riddle
   • Forced Infantilism
   • Master/Pet
   • Torture
   • Psychological Torture
   • Emotional Manipulation
   • Emotional/Psychological Abuse
   • Physical Abuse
   • Abusive Lucius Malfoy
   • Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug
   • Death Eater Draco Malfoy
   • Draco Malfoy Has Long Hair
   • Draco Malfoy is Not Okay
   • Draco Malfoy Speaks French
   • Draco Malfoy Has PTSD
   • Alternate Universe - Time Travel
   • Time Travelling Draco Malfoy
   • Abusive Relationships
   • Solitary Confinement
   • Kidnapping
   • Hostage Situations
   • Possessive Tom Riddle
   • Sane Tom Riddle
   • Manipulative Tom Riddle
   • Minister for Magic Tom Riddle
   • Manipulative Gellert Grindelwald
   • War with Grindelwald
   • Manipulative Albus Dumbledore
   • Albus Dumbledore Being an Idiot
   • Past Albus Dumbledore/Gellert Grindelwald
   • Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

   Summary

   Draco Malfoy, stuck in the 1940s...but things are wrong. Grindelwald isn't defeated, Riddle is having dinner times with the infamous dark lord, and for some reason...his grandparents still haven't had kids.

   "...suffocating, dishonest old bastard," Draco hissed, his teeth chattering audibly as he rubbed his freezing fingers against the oversized wool. "Keep me locked up 'for my own good,' right. Like hell. I'll freeze in the bloody Alps before I play pet to another megalomaniac..."

   He took another blind step into the room, leaving a faint, damp smudge of blood from his bare feet on the priceless rug.

   "...grand speeches and pretty words. I should have stabbed him with the butter knife—"

   Draco stopped.

   The heat of the massive hearth finally registered. The smell of roasted meat hit his starved senses. Slowly, his chest seizing mid-breath, Draco raised his head and locked eyes with the most dangerous dinner party of the twentieth century.

   Series

   • Part 13 of Tom/Draco Fics
   • Part 35 of Unfinished

   Language:

   English

   Words:

   56,875

   Chapters:

   6/?

   Comments:

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   Kudos:

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