#amdoh

Harry Potter Religious Cult AU

- According to all the cannons, i am already late. I can only be happy I will not be cruicified, like Him. How wrong it is - that he never made it after thirty three. I believed we will meet beyond this line, but i passed it by a long time ago. - Riddle smiled through the tears. You bet - Barty thought. By this age he had long since ascended into heaven. And Riddle was still here. Barty was grateful for this. - Will you be Saint John?

It was a very important question.

Barty smiled too.

- I will.

It sounded like a vow, and so it was.

birthday gift for my beloved friend @andmanydeedsofhis (or @irinaman as main blog) :)) i am so happy to know you and to be your friend, as well as your big fan and devoted prophet! wish you to stay productive and brave, as you are now!

(translated by @gomosmorodina)

Finally, the game was over. Barty looked at his shaking arms, at Riddle's hand still squeezing his palm, and burst into tears.

"After all, by the house on the hill at Little Hangleton, broom sprouted out of black, muddy soil."