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harry couldn’t understand why he wanted to rip tom’s throat out with his teeth.

obviously, he knew why he wanted to kill tom, finding himself stranded in the past didn’t exactly change his mindset.

what he couldn’t wrap his head around, however, was why when he looked at tom, all he wanted to do was to sink his canines into the side of his throat. why he wanted to rip away at that tender flesh, leaving tom panting and crying in pain.

he didn’t know why the idea of attacking tom with magic didn’t feel appealing anymore. why, instead of curses and hexes, he imagined bashing tom’s nose in with his fists, clawing at his eyes and leaving scars across his cheek.

he couldn’t understand when his ideas of revenge went from avenging his loved ones to tearing tom open with sharp nails, burying his teeth inside of his chest before gorging himself on the excess gore spilling out. why he wanted to watch the light leave those despicably beautiful red-brown eyes.

what harry did know, was that something was wrong with him. that his eyes didn’t always flash golden when he walked too quickly past mirrors. or that trading the typical silver cutlery from the great hall for wooden utensils was an unusual shift from his norm.

the most damning piece of evidence may be right now, with how he had one tom riddle pinned beneath him with the full moon shining bright. its glow illuminating his now furry and feral appearance.

what he also could not understand was why tom’s neck (the one he fantasized about bleeding dry) already seemed to run cold. or how his already pale skin seemed to have a sickly glow in the moonlight. or why when he smiled, showing off a set of incredibly sharp teeth, harry felt something inside of him ache.

he bore little to no resemblance to the man beside him, his dark waves emphasized against the others auburn locks. his large, green eyes versus the professors small, blues. a deep tan that contrasted his pale pink.

and yet, when the name

“harry james percival dumbledore”

was called, he rose from the professor’s side.

as seconds turned into minutes, tension within the great hall grew thicker and thicker. a dumbledore not being an automatic gryffindor? unheard of.

what shook the hall even more was when the deep bellow of

“SLYTHERIN!”

echoed throughout the dead silence.

maybe this was why nobody bat an eye when the shadows of hogwarts becane ever so darker. or how the ghosts that roamed the halls began to disappear immediately once an odd chill crept from the great hall.

“it’s october!” everyone would say.

but not tom. he knew better.

and he knew that the steadily growing disappearances of several of his knights were not mere coincidence either.

so when he was face to face with sunken, molten eyes that gleamed of toxic waste, a gaping maw, dripping with crimson and flesh, and long dark nails that tore further into the ribcage of his most trusted minion, he was not truly surprised.

and this really upsets me because 1. you are doing this character so dirty for no reason and honestly it feels kinda misogynistic of you.

but 2. and my biggest gripe is that you’re writing FANFICTION. if you want to ignore canon and make your mlm ship happen, just write it so she doesn’t like him? this option has existed forever and it feels like people forget about it even today!

instead of making the leading lady a total homophobic, abusive, and evil piece of shit (mind you she’s probably still a kid/a teen in the canon material), just make her not crush on your faves and leave it at that.

cause this man has never had to deal with emotions like this for someone ever before, so imagine the absolute chaos that can come from this.

it ranges from elaborate murder schemes to petty “one-upping”, depends on your taste for tom riddle crushing.

personally i want to see tom fight them all scott pilgrim style.

where tom is a well respected psychologist who’s known for his posh, almost snobby, interests and an insane ability to cook. an ego the size of mount everest and an even bigger urge to control.

where harry is a respected, if not slightly intimidating, teacher at the auror academy with a shocking ability to empathize with the numerous dark lords, murderers, and the victims. awkward and uncomfortable around crowds, a mindset that never went away after years of living with the dursleys.

where harry’s main obsession goal is to find the identity of the man who is known as “Lord Voldemort”, a being who not only has a cult-like following, but is known to create elaborate art pieces monstrosities using the victim’s bodies. when he comes to the realization that the man is eating the victims, his desire to find him grows stronger.

where tom sees the dedication harry has to finding him and is intrigued. he notes the almost possessive way harry goes about the case, hoarding evidence and looking at photographs like idols of worship. he watches harry unknowingly eat the evidence he so craves to dissect with dark affection and a deep desire to turn this man inside out.

imagine harry, fresh in the 40s after some sort of magical mishap, and instead of keeping it all to himself, he immediately tells dumbledore.

dumbledore, who hasn’t yet grown into the “kooky grandpa” image. dumbledore, who just started to get over his break up with grindelwald (fat lie). dumbledore, who hasn’t even started to gray yet.

for some reason, dumbledore listens and believes harry entirely. sure, he can’t do anything about how he first treated tom, and sure, he doesn’t quite understand how tom isn’t literally the reincarnation of all things nasty and evil, but hey. if magic sent this nice, slightly off-looking, young man back in time to change the future, who is he to judge?

and when that young man tells him how grindelwald will still be reigning terror on the wizarding world years later, it kind of takes his focus off of “budding dark lord” tom riddle.

tom is both relieved and slightly offended that he’s suddenly fallen in the ranks of “most dangerous wizards”. he mistakens harry to be the one to overtake him. he’s so angry, exhilarated, and bloodthirsty that he doesn’t even touch the chamber, a new obsession forming.

harry who did all of this because diary tom was his gay awakening in 2nd year and he’s spent all this time thinking about him before going “fuck it”, somehow sending himself back in time to save his first crush and condemn dumbledore’s ex-boyfriend to what would’ve been voldemort’s fate.

dumbledore who is just so fucking dumb for a grown ass man.

and i don’t mean it in a “he fell first, he fell harder” way, i want him to fall for harry first and be absolutely terrible for him

harry eventually falls for him and its all fine but i wanna see tom/voldemort lose sleep over this man, punching air (and maybe people) seeing harry talk to anyone, and being insanely obsessed

in my hc, this is a man of zero chill and he will experience several breakdowns over having his first “crush” on anyone that isn’t there just to rise ranks in wizard society. having a crush should be his worst nightmare.

harry, who can barely walk in a straight line, trips over air and his own two feet, and has slammed into the corners of so many tables that his hips are permanently bruised, is the top of the year in defense against the dark arts.

nobody really understands how this absolute wet sock of a boy is able to produce the most beautiful, striking, and deadly curses/charms with the most precise flicks of his wand. all while falling over when bending to tie his shoe.

his uncanny ability to dodge and bend through flying spells is even more absurd when he got hit in the face, back, and knee with the same quaffle (still somehow winning the game).

nobody is more confused than tom, who watches as this anomaly takes his rightful place as “best dueler” just to slice his whole hand on one piece of parchment.

he gets even angrier knowing just how much he loves this incompetent man. he loves how he is covered in bruises from his own clumsiness, how his voices rises in pitch every time he walks into something/one, and how his awkward smile when he finds himself surrounded by chaos that he caused.

he loves the juxtaposition of pathetic cat to alert and aware. how his eyes narrow to catch even the slightest change of light when an opponent moves, how his hands grip his wand with an intensity unmatched, the graceful movements of his body as it overwhelms others with the sheer weight of his magical power.

tom wants to watch harry cry and bleed. he wants to press his fingers further into his bruises and watch him squirm. he wants to hear every hitch of breath when harry accidentally hurts himself.

he wants to wake up smelling burnt food and sleep smelling of salve and aloe. he wants to patch up those fingers, scarred and calloused from yet another mishap. he wants to kiss tears away ever so gently, the taste of salt and desire heavy on his tongue.

tom wants to shiver in anticipation, delight, and fear being the victim of a sharp, analytical glare. to feel an ever so familiar wand dig into his neck, digging so deep that it touches tom’s own heartbeat. he wants to feel that magic coursing through his veins, lashing his body open, and sewing him back up.