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Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Harry Potter & Tom Riddle, Abraxas Malfoy & Tom Riddle, Death & Harry Potter Characters: Tom Riddle, Harry Potter, Death (Harry Potter), Abraxas Malfoy, Horace Slughorn, Albus Dumbledore Additional Tags: Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Master of Death Harry Potter, Ravenclaw Harry Potter, Harry Potter is Lord Peverell, Riddle at Hogwarts Era, Sane Tom Riddle, Wandlore (Harry Potter), Wandmaking (Harry Potter), Wandmaker Harry Potter, I don't know if I would call it this necessarily but, Morally Grey Harry Potter, he's on a mission and he's going about it in an unusual way, Unforgivable Curses (Harry Potter), this fic isn't dark even though the tags look a little sketchy, Chronic Illness, Happy Ending, POV Alternating, Non-Linear Narrative, Magically Powerful Harry Potter, Harry has some mental health issues but he's trying, The Deathly Hallows, Blood Curses | Blood Malediction (Harry Potter), Getting Together Summary:
There was another student here.
Tom recognized him vaguely—while transfer students were not necessarily uncommon due to the war, they were rare enough to at least make an impression. This particular transfer student was in his year, sorted into Ravenclaw after an impressively long hat stall. He looked like he might be descended from the Potter line, but he did not share the surname so his lineage was of no particular interest to Tom. Nothing about him was of particular interest to Tom, in fact, and yet here he stood, holding the book that Tom had come here to find.
It would be a good time to turn away. The Restricted Section was restricted for a reason—only books documenting extremely dangerous or extremely advanced magic were stored here.
Tom’s feet, however, suddenly felt as if they were made of lead. It wasn’t magic keeping him tied down, but something far more mysterious like curiosity or even fate. In any case, the delay was all it took for the Ravenclaw to lift his chin and meet Tom’s eyes.
This Ravenclaw, Tom realized, had eyes as blindingly green as the Killing Curse.
