#thememoryofhim

THE KNIGHTS OF WALPURGIS!! <3

FIC: THE MEMORY OF HIM BY LUISAENVYPUB

Tom Riddle | Tom Hughes

Abraxas Malfoy | Tom Blyth

Cygnus Black | Nicholas Galitzine

Thomas Avery | Dacre Montgomery

Alfrod Shunpike | Barry Keoghan

Antonin Dolohov | Alex Høgh Andersen

Cassian Rosier | Daniel Sharman

Orion Black | Douglas Booth

Dorian Mulciber | Damiano David

Septimus Travers | Freddy Carter

Amycus Carrow | Alexander Ludwig

Corban Yaxley | Maxence Danet-Fauvel

Londro Goyle | Marco Ilsø

#tomione #tomriddle

I finally finalized my fancasts for Tom Riddle’s circle and I wanted them to feel like the sons of old magical dynasties raised around wealth, political influence, obsession with blood purity, and inherited violence. Men who grew up attending galas and funerals with equal familiarity. Beautiful, ambitious, emotionally warped, and slowly becoming monstrous together.

Tom Riddle | Tom Hughes Abraxas Malfoy | Tom Blyth Cygnus Black | Nicholas Galitzine Thomas Avery | Dacre Montgomery Alfrod Shunpike | Barry Keoghan Antonin Dolohov | Alex Høgh Andersen Cassian Rosier | Daniel Sharman Orion Black | Douglas Booth Dorian Mulciber | Damiano David Septimus Travers | Freddy Carter Amycus Carrow | Alexander Ludwig Corban Yaxley | Maxence Danet-Fauvel Londro Goyle | Marco Ilsø

I love how cohesive this cast feels visually. Everyone looks like they belong in the same world of candlelit drawing rooms, old family magic, private political meetings, whispered alliances, and generational wealth rotting from the inside out.

Tom’s Knights were never just followers in my head. They were heirs. Future ministers. Sacred Twenty-Eight sons raised inside a system already collapsing beneath its own arrogance while convincing themselves they were destined to rebuild it.

And Tom gave them a purpose grand enough to believe him.

Cover Art for "The Memory of Him" Tomione! Tom Riddle and Hermione Granger! <3

When a magical accident hurls Hermione Granger decades into the past, she awakens with no name, no past, and no memory of the war she once fought. All she knows is the ache in her bones, the scars on her skin, and the strange pull toward a dark-haired boy she shouldn’t trust.

Tom Riddle is brilliant, dangerous, and already feared by half of the Pureblood society. But when he first lays eyes on her—curled in the arms of Abraxas Malfoy, her magic burning out of control—he doesn’t see a threat. He doesn’t see a pawn. He sees something far rarer.

A mirror.

She calls herself “Mina.” And she doesn’t know who he truly is. Not yet.

As the two are drawn together by fate, secrets, and a bond neither of them can explain, Tom begins to waver from the path that would one day make him a monster. And Hermione, stripped of memory, begins to fall—not for the name he will become, but for the boy he is now.

But memory is a powerful thing. And time is not so easily rewritten.