Daddymort Festival

Tom's character concept

Didn't manage to finish the comic in time for the Daddymort festival 2024 ( @daddymortfest ), but still working on the Dark Water AU (JP horror movie of 2002), where little Jamie moves in with his loner of a father (Harry), who's in danger of being stolen by a ghost 🥹🐍

These are Tom's key points:

Then the pain becomes sharper, lasts longer, and Harry starts thinking about drinking some more water. But it’s still not that bothersome, and he’s finally taking the time to polish and care for his broom like he’s wanted to for a few weeks, so he toughs it out.

After a couple hours, he considers whether he has any pain potions in his flat. The ache is now constant, with jarring spikes of throbbing, crushing misery every couple minutes. Is this what a migraine feels like? A quick check of his bathroom cupboard shows that he’s out of general pain potions and headache draughts, so he resolves to go lay down until whatever this is passes.

It’s only at this point that it occurs to Harry that this might be Voldemort-related. His scar has been a non-issue since the battle at Hogwarts, and Harry has grown complacent in the… gosh, just over nine months since Voldemort died. But there are no emotions or visions associated with the pain. There’s no reason to think it’s connected aside from the location, and who knows what kind of lingering effects having a chunk of a madman’s soul stuck in your head might have? The occasional awful headache would be getting off pretty easily, all things considered.

Then any thinking becomes difficult. It feels like his brains and all his other organs are pushing against his scar from the inside, struggling to escape. His eyes tear up uncontrollably and he starts biting down on his blanket to keep from clenching his jaw so hard his teeth shatter. It’s like a localised crucio, turning his nerves inside out, and it’s all he can do not to claw at his forehead and tear it open to try to reduce the pressure.

He realises he’s screaming at one point when the raw agony in his throat makes itself known. He really hopes his general silencing wards hold up; he really hopes he’s not dying of something as mundane as a headache. That would be embarrassing.

The pain becomes so all-consuming that he blacks out eventually, unconsciousness feeling like bliss after the hours of torment.

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When he comes to what can only be a matter of minutes later – his blanket is still saliva-damp where he’d held it in his mouth – it’s to the sound of another person breathing. 

He sits up immediately, swaying a little from disorientation and after-effects of the pain and possibly blood loss – he has to wipe the tacky, viscous liquid out of his eyes and off his glasses before he can properly see. 

There’s a baby.

There’s a very tiny baby on his bed, covered in a thin sheen of blood, staring back at him with the shocked blue eyes of a newborn.

“Erm.”

Harry feels tremendously out of his depth.

“Hi…?”

The baby continues to stare at him, though – if possible – it looks unimpressed. Its silence is unnerving, but also very welcome. His head still aches, but it’s the aftershocks of the skull-splitting pain from earlier and not some new suffering. Loud noises are the last thing he needs, all the same.

So of course this is the moment when Ron and Hermione choose to come clattering through the Floo, shouting for him.

He calls for them to come to his room, wincing at his own volume. He glances at the baby to see how it’s taking all of this, but it’s still staring at him wide-eyed and silent.

Hermione flies through his bedroom door with no concern for propriety, almost tackling him to the bed in a combination of concerned hug and checking him for injuries. Ron is right behind her, though he settles for looking Harry over and thankfully refrains from the physical assault – Harry has to bat Hermione’s hands away when she starts trying to lift his blood-stained shirt off.

“Not that I’m complaining, but what brings you two over for a visit so suddenly?”

Hermione looks ready to launch into a lecture, but Ron simply holds up his danger detector for Harry, which is flashing red and buzzing angrily.

“Ah.”

“Yeah, ‘ah’,” Ron says. “Care to share why you hit a five, mate?”

Before Hermione had gone back to Hogwarts to finish her schooling, she’d gotten each of them a danger detector – modified with her own spellwork to suit their unusual situations, of course. They functioned a bit like the Weasley family clock, in that they showed a couple typical locations and the status of a person, but each danger detector was keyed to them individually. So, while Ron’s has statuses like “wounded but safe” and “dangerously hungry,” Harry’s has “mortal peril,” “bring treacle tart and films,” and a pain scale from one to five (one being “minor flesh wound or broken bone” and five being “how is he still alive?”).

“Of course we had to come, you numpty, you could’ve been dying!” Hermione chastises, still staring at his body as though she can see through his clothes to whatever injuries he might be hiding.

“You left the school without permission? Hermione!” Harry says, trying to lighten the mood.

His efforts are immediately thwarted when Ron asks, “Merlin, Harry, what the Hel happened to your scar?” His face pales as he looks at Harry’s forehead, causing his freckles to stand out starkly.

Harry looks up, as though he’ll be able to see his own forehead, before reaching up to touch it. The skin is inflamed and hot under his touch, and his scar has definitely been reopened. It feels larger than it had before, like new skin had been torn to lengthen the existing scar.

“Er, yeah, about that–”

“Harry,” Hermione cuts him off suddenly, tone forcibly calm. “Why is there a baby covered in blood on your bed?”

Ron chokes on air, eyes bugging out as he catches sight of the baby. It’s a testament to how focused they are on Harry’s wellbeing that they hadn’t noticed the bloody (literally) baby until now.

“And, uh, about that, too. So, I may have had a headache and passed out and the baby was just there when I woke up?” Harry rushes out as fast as possible in hopes it sounds less ludicrous. From the looks on Ron and Hermione’s faces, it does not.

“Harry–” Hermione says, voice tight with all the thoughts she’s struggling to hold back.

“‘Mione, look–”

“It’s a five, that’s not just a headache!”

“It was a really bad headache!”

“Your scar–”

“Scar baby,” Ron whispers, yet it cuts through Hermione and Harry’s nattering.

“...Yeah, that seems to be about the shape of it,” Harry says wearily, flinching as he rubs his head and catches one of the edges of his raw wound of a scar. Hermione tsks at him and pulls some dittany from who-knows-where, applying it to his forehead with brisk efficiency.

Ron disappears for a moment while Hermione tends to Harry’s scar, reappearing with a damp cloth that he uses to wipe the blood-covered baby down. Said baby continues its silent staring, frowning a little bit at Ron despite the care with which he’s handling it.

“Y’know, mate, you’re probably the last person I expected to be a teenage mother,” Ron jokes.

Harry can’t help that his laughter is a little hysterical. “I haven’t even had sex,” he says weakly.

“You just apparently gave birth through your scar, Harry. I think you being a virgin is not the most unbelievable part of all this,” Hermione says.

Harry groans and drops his face into his hands. After a few moments of strained silence, he reluctantly asks, “So, what are the odds it’s a horcrux?”

“Honestly, ‘he,’ Harry,” Hermione corrects. “What are the odds he’s a horcrux.”

“I dunno, Har, I reckon we made damn certain we’d gotten them all.” When he looks up, Ron has the baby in his arms and is bouncing it– him gently. “The sprog doesn’t feel like any of the other horcruxes, that’s for sure.”

“But maybe–” He still doesn’t like to think about this, let alone talk about it. “The horcrux. That was… in me–”

“But you left it behind,” Hermione says, voice wobbling just a little. “You said you left it behind when you died.”

“I did,” he rasps, staring at the baby.

“Well, there’s really no point in worrying about it too much now, is there?” Ron says. “I dunno about you two, but killing newborns isn’t something I ever want to be okay with.”

Which, fair.

“We’ll keep an eye on him,” Hermione adds. “Whether he is or he isn’t, maybe nothing will come of it.” She sounds doubtful even as she says it.

Harry exhales heavily. “Okay, that works.”

They all stare at the baby sitting silently in Ron’s arms.

“Uh… Do either of you know how to take care of a newborn?” Harry asks, the enormity of what’s happened finally starting to sink in.

“Nope,” Ron says. “But I know someone who does.”

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Summary: Harry's had happy childhood with his Papa, but once he discovers the truth that he's Voldemort the monster that killed his parents and hid him from the world, Harry's impudence drives Voldemort's insane obsession to disturbingly far lengths that will ensure that Harry will never be able to deny his rightful place in Voldemort's arms.

Harry finding comfort and hope through his tears despite seeing Voldemort as a loving father, liar and rapist, and ethereal mother.

19k wip, Rated E, CW for rape/noncon, tagged pseudo-incest, pregnant voldemort, mpreg

don't blame the stork

Harry feels a little adrift after the war, so Magic decides he needs a baby, Magical Britain decides he needs to be Minister, and Voldemort decides he needs some company.

@daddymortfest 2024 submission! Prompt: "Minister for Magic Harry has his hands full with raising his son, Tom, while also looking for a potential partner as a good influence on Tom. He needs someone Tom could look up to and respect, not like the failed relationships that Tom has terrorized out the door. Well maybe they've both finally met their matches when time-traveler Voldemort comes into the picture."

Rating: Teen; No archive warnings apply | 10,432 words (complete)

Stand my ground (5344 words) by Ciacconne Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | Voldemort Additional Tags: Harry Potter Raises Tom Riddle, Murder, Mildly Dubious Consent, Time Travel, Daddymort 2024, Manipulative Tom Riddle, Sex, Topping from the Bottom, Parent/Child Incest, Fluff and Smut Summary:

Prompt: Tom is tired that his Harry keeps treating him like a child, especially when he has been towering over Father for years now. His gentle and sweet adopted father, who he loves to show off his abilities and impress. His father who needs to stop trying to pair him up with potential life partners!! Tom is 18 now, and he is beyond ready for Harry to take his feelings and intentions seriously!

A little snippet from my newest fic for the Daddymort fest! It can be found here on ao3.

Consider it a bit of a sister fic to Sweet Mourning Lamb, just less fluffy and more cracky-smut.

More info below cut:

James Potter Does Not Approve

James had never liked Gaunt, and that wasn’t about to change anytime soon. -- Based off the prompt for the daddymort fest: ‘Your son calls me daddy, too.’

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Rated: T

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 4,290

Late at night, when the boys' dorm fell quiet around him, Harry's ghost would emerge from the darkness in the corners and gather close to the warmth of his body. Its voice in his head was soft and silvery.

When Harry's stomach was empty and aching, Ghost would tell him stories of a magical castle called Hogwarts. Underneath it, there was a huge kitchen that was always warm and smelled like fresh bread. Harry would fall asleep, his stomach empty but his mind full of dreams.

When he was cold, Ghost would whisper about their own orphanage and how it was always either too cold or too hot, and there was never enough food to feel full. They talked about the thin, bitter children that lived there and, even worse, the fat round babies who didn’t stay long but went off to their new homes while Ghost had to remain behind.

Harry understood wanting to leave. If he had somewhere to go, he’d leave in an instant.

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Harry's Ghost by chaos_bear

7,777k words, rated M

Harry & Voldemort, Severus/Voldemort

Harry Potter/Tom Riddle|Voldemort

Explicit

Forty years in the past and with no plan to get back to his timeline, Harry decides to take the night off and get lost in alcohol and music.

Who would have thought that decision was going to change his life like no other before.

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Or Harry having a crisis about the person he lost his virginity to.

Summary: