Alyx

harry potter gentlemen: tom marvolo riddle

‘‘ Tom having twins and in the first chapter pansy his assistant loses them only to be found with Harry. Then he offers him a job to be their nanny / caretaker. And it’s on ao3. ‘‘ [ FOUND The Riddle Twins’ Male Nanny by Caesarion - this work has been taken down! ]

‘‘ Harry goes back in time or something. I don’t remember much but I know that in the first chapter Voldemort tried to get the dada position but Dumbledore said no and then he goes out and sees Harry crying by the lake. He then gets obsessed. I know at one point he burns a village to the ground and makes the survivors sign over their homes so he could find Harry’s home. ‘‘ [ FOUND I Waited For You, In The Shadows of Time by Absentdementia ]

‘‘ Harry goes to kill voldemort in a catsuit but they end up having sex. ‘‘ [ FOUND Catullus 16 by eldritcher - this work has been taken down! ]

‘‘ Harry killed lily as a toddler (and some other people, too, i think). he gets placed in some type of institute where he meets dr. riddle. it was a one-shot and around 2,000 words. ‘‘ [ FOUND Tiny Vessels by rightonthelimit ]

‘‘ Its a modern with no magic au. Harry is in university, and meets Tom outside it somehow. I think tom is like, leaning on some car. They end up dating and stuff, I think Tom is involved in the mafia and is said to have red eyes. ‘‘

‘‘ Tom is alive(I don’t remember if he wins or not) and he trains Harry for the Triwizard tournament. I don’t remember a lot but I thinks he poses under a false name(as a reporter?) to get Fleur, Cedric and Viktor’s support and I think Fleur’s grandmother realizes who he is (?) ‘‘ [ FOUND In Willing Sacrifice by GeMerope ]

‘‘  It was a modern au where Tom stalked Harry when they were kids and got arrested for it, but then years later he’s still doing it and they both have a crush on each other. (Also James Potter is a cop and hates Tom’s guts I think?)  ‘‘ [ FOUND Lover’s Spit by Amelinda, k3u - this work has been taken down! ]

‘‘ Harry has a child with Voldemort after he has been captured and held captive at Malfoy Manor? It was not done willingly by either but due to a strange connection both of them have towards the other. I remember Harry telling the order and his friends that he’s pregnant after he escapes and is forced to go to the hospital wing after days of being sick. Everyone thinks he’s been raped by a death eater. He hidden from the war in a house where he gives birth to his baby.  ‘‘ [ FOUND Meant To Be by phoenoxmaiden13 ]

‘‘ Harry is terrible at normal spells, but good at willing magic to do whatever. He even stops time during a duel with Malfoy. Tom Riddle is a prof at Hogwarts and trains him after this. Harry ends up being not quite a creature, but magic itself or something. ‘‘ [ FOUND Can’t Break the Silence by Dark_Cyan_Star ]

‘‘  it was a kind of organised crime muggle au thing where the police are looking for tom(the boss) and harry offers to give them information. there was a lot of flashbacks etc cause harry used to go out w tom but tom isn’t in the present day bit so far. i think they met when harry was working in tesco as a teenager and had a broken arm(i think?) and tom saw that he was abused etc and started looking out for him. ‘‘ [ FOUND not to die, but to be wasted by noaacat ]

‘‘ it was a fem Harry x Tom riddle (I think he called himself duke/king marvolo) where Harry somehow goes back in time in a different universe and meet up with that universes potters, marvolo is bringing a gift to Harry during her cousin/brothers bday to court her Harry the cousin/brother and the father is against it but the mother is all for it. ‘‘

And I’m not talking about how you’re jumping to conclusions based upon circumstantial evidence. I mean you literally were being replaced.

I have bad anxiety and I’ve gone through the whole convincing myself I was being replaced thing, many times. But one time it was very real. And every other episode I had after it, was worse after obtaining personal experience.

It happened in my Junior year of HS. This family from Arizona was visiting the church for a month. Father, Mother, Son, Daughter, Toddler, Baby. The teen daughter was 15, my age. She was like a clone of me. 

5′10″. 

Brunette. 

Long, straightened hair. 

Brown eyes. 

A fringe. 

Interest in wearing ankle-length jean skirts with t-shirts all the time. 

Large jean purse to carry everything possible needed in it. 

Glasses. 

There was only one big difference between us. She was thin and pretty. Essentially, the better version of me.

And the teens went ape over her and her older brother. New teenagers to hang with at Youth Group and stuff. I didn’t take note of any changes at first. The first week she was just there at service and Youth Group on Friday night. That was it.

And then came Sunday. Pastor found out over the weekend that she too was a pianist. I walked into the auditorium after Sunday School to begin opening the service as usual, and found her playing. And she had to inform me, the church pianist, that she would be taking over for the rest of the month’s services. I was then stuck sitting in the back of the church.

All of my friends began talking to about her constantly. She visited the school during the week at lunch time, and everyone went to hang out with her and her brother, while I was stuck inside, practicing the piano because I was still the church pianist and “this was what God called me to do” and I had to learn all the hymns in preparation for the following years. I “had to give my talents to God and be thankful”. I was also poor so I couldn’t walk down to the nearby pizza shop and order with everyone else anyway. I never ate lunch in school and just spent my lunch period practicing piano with permission from the Pastor. Half the time my friends would join me and we’d just talk while I practiced.

She played for service on Wednesday night. During Prayer Meeting everyone sang her praises for her talent and how beautiful she was.

I was supposed to be picked up on Thursday night for Soul Winning. The person conducting the rides, never picked me up. I had called him to remind him that I was going and he forgot. Turned out I was forgotten because I lived all the way on the other side of the city and no one else from the church lived near me. And since no one else had to be picked up, and he’d met up with the new girl and her brother at church that afternoon, his attention had been focused on them. I got in trouble for missing Soul Winning when it wasn’t even my fault.

I was told there was no Youth Group Friday night because no one had anything planned. It was too last minute to set something up. So oh well.

I got forgotten again, for Bus Ministry on Saturday. Again, only me on my side of the city and the new family had distracted people again. Pastor himself had to drive all the way over mid-route and pick me up. He wasn’t happy about it.

Sunday services came and went. She played again. 

Monday morning rolls around and I meet up with the boy who had a crush on me while we were coming into homeroom. He’s talking my ear off about Youth Group on Friday and how they had played kickball, soccer, volleyball with balloons, and then had a water balloon fight and a pizza party followed by Man Hunt later in the evening. And I remember walking into class while he talked, and sitting down beside him in my seat. The rest of the class arrived while he was going on about how great the pizza had been and then he turns to me and asks, “Why didn’t you want to go?”

And, as pleasantly as I could manage while practically seething inside, I said, “I was told there wasn’t a YG on Friday because nothing was planned. No one invited me to this last minute get together.” But apparently everyone else in class had been aware of it all week, and had gone, and suddenly the whole room was filled with an awkward silence and guilty looks as people who were supposed to be my friends, realized they’d left me out. And my teacher, who had been my fav and vice versa, criticized everyone for not inviting me and then went to the Youth Group Director with a complaint about it.

I was given a half-assed apology about how somehow the idea got around that I had refused to go but no one could fess up about who came up with where my supposed refusal came from.

New girl visits during lunch again all week. I can’t go to lunch as usual. Plays on Wednesday. I got forgotten for Soul Winning on Thursday. Got invited to YG on Friday and went, but kept getting forgotten when it came time to pick teams, to dish out food(there was none left when I got to it). They even forgot to let me get in the van when we were supposed to go home. It was a mess.

A whole month of this.

And on that last Saturday, there was a big sleepover for the girls at the YG Director’s house as a final goodbye to the new girl. It had been talked about all week. Invites went out and everything and if you were going, you had to call and set up a ride and what snack you were bringing.

I didn’t get an invite. Every other girl in my class did though. And the YG Director’s daughter was one of my friends in my class.

And after Sunday morning, the family went back to Arizona and their own church.

I was suddenly hounded by Pastor’s wife after service, over why I didn’t go to the sleepover. Apparently new girl felt like I was being mean to her and avoiding her and I made her feel left out even though we’d spoken only a few times and she got invited to all functions and took my literal job? And I told the woman I didn’t get an invitation like everyone else did. That you can’t just invite yourself to places, because it’s rude. That I figured people didn’t want me around their kids because I did something wrong. I didn’t even know what the invites looked like, just that I didn’t get one and everyone else did and kept talking about how excited they were.

And she had no idea what to say to that. She just stood there looking guilty since she was the one to help set everything up.

I proceeded to be bitchy in my own way. On Wednesday night, I didn’t rush to open the service. I was downstairs helping out in the nursery, being a good and generous person. Suddenly, an usher comes down to get me. They need the church pianist up there pronto. I mentioned the new girl and feigned the knowledge that she’d gone back to Arizona already. I said I thought she was supposed to be playing still. The usher was suddenly very awkward around me.

The situation put into perspective that I was replaceable. None of my friends called me during the family’s month-long visit. We barely got to talk at all outside of class times because the girl visited every day to hang out at lunch with them. And then extra activities were taken up by her presence too.

She was the version of me everyone wanted me to be it seemed. She even knew ASL too.

Only Jai seemed to realize what had happened. She apologized and told me she’d been forced by her super Christian, ass-kissing mom to go to everything in hopes of the new girl rubbing off on her and maybe make her stop being a rebel who had break every rule the church set up. Spoiler: that plan failed.

It really sucks to be made aware of how unimportant you are to people.

This is awful.

I was always the person walking behind the group on the sidewalk. I was always the last to be picked for anything. I was always the one who ended up sitting alone somewhere because I didn’t fit into specific smaller groups. Like being too poor to go to lunch with everyone. Being too depressed to be energetic like others. Living too far away from every other student.

God, that hits home. All the “just lighten up” and “well if you tried being nicer” and “stop being immature” just, no.

And then people wonder.

They wonder why, after watching friends leave so often, you don’t really try to hold on to them.

They wonder why, after being left out of a group that you helped create, you don’t like group activities and work better by yourself, and dislike having to rely on people.

Realizing it hurts like a knife in the heart, and you can’t unknow it, unsee it. You never mattered to these people.

Like I am trying to get a job for summer break and on of my mother’s friends is helping me out with language, but I had a down time again and failed to write to her. Then my mother calls me few days later furious that I didn’t email that person, but doesn’t give a fuck why I failed to do that. Doesn’t ask, talks over me ignoring anything I have to say. Then she jumps with this shit :

“ You will apologize to ****! I won’t make any excuses for you! You should have done it last week! If you want to end up like your ***[person that lives on her own and alone because of their own choice-notice that] then I want you out my house! [constant threat when I fail at anything since I can remember] You will write to *** and do it now! *** had a depression for a long time and you are stressing her! ***had a really rough few years and still tends to feel bad! ”

Part of the convo. The very fact she tried to dismiss my position in favour of that person was truly great. Notice the sarcasm. I had really fun time trying to calm down and not hyperventilate in the middle of street. I personalny know that person. She knows I have problem like she does and had no problem with my time slip. I apologized, because it is proper.

To be honest I was pissed. And a lot of people do that. They ignore or deny the fact you are ill, because it is and illness. I had random people concerned more about my health than my family members. I am not on meds, through I should be and the fact I am excluded and replaced by a strager that has the very same problem as me, because they are sucessful is a stab to the gut and psyche. You are replaced by some one else, because they figured out how to live and fight for themselves, have support and achieved what they wanted/needed. Replaced by some one who is a copy of you in some way that is acceptable for others.

….forget it I’m making one

>(Pardon the accidental dress design inconsistencies with the picture, I can edit it if you want)

She sat at the table with wild stripes covering her dress, her hair in a proper bun, her red nails deliberately long and clawlike. Her appearance was imposing–on purpose.

He didn’t give a care. He came up so suddenly she started out of her seat, nearly knocking over her chair. Her once slender dress flared upward, caught in the wind, revealing beautiful glimmering ebony round the corset. She was like a raven in startled flight.

“Care fer'a dance, madame?” His voice was too loud, but he didn’t notice.

“I…I say!!” She flustered to recollect her intimidating facade. She fixed her dress up to show just the stripes, while also looking for an exit to storm out of. “I am not in the mood to find a date. I am merely present at this event to watch my friend perform in ten minutes.”

“Aww, I’m not lookin’ fer'a date, madame,” he countered with an animated humility. “I’m just lookin’ to have a dance. Just with anybody. Y’ look like you’d be great at it!” He displayed some of his moves–energetic, if a little flamboyant. He seemed to slide across the floor. “Sure yer’ friend’d appreciate some lively show of appreciation fer his ‘er her playing, eh??”

She considered. A gust of air from a distant door opening and closing caught her scarf, momentarily revealing dazzling leopard print. She thought about her passion for dancing, though she had planned on completing her class before dancing professionally, let alone at a big event like this. Still…he seemed a good, if unorthodox match. And her feet were already catching fire.

“One dance..?”

“Just the one,” he chirped, “an’ I’ll be right outta yer hair!”

She offered her hand tentatively.

He bowed low and gave the hand a surprisingly gentle, polite kiss.

She knew right then…up to this point,

This would be the best night of her life.

“Danny Singcrabb,” he introduced himself. “Pleasure to meet you, madame.”

Draco: Yeah, whatever. *leaves*

Harry: *leaning over Tom’s open coffin* Now listen, asshole, I know you’re not really dead.

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