#and if we’re lucky 👀 we may finally hear from the minister himself

[tommarvoloriddlesdiary]

i literally love your mockumentary fic so much!! i've read it again and again, and it's written so well, i can SEE the scenes play out real time-- they're appearing in front of me; they're in the room with me. god i love mockumentaries. my favourite part about yours is the humor + character dynamics

looking forward to what comes next! :D

oh my 🥹 thank you for taking the time to send this ask - you've made my whole week! your kind words have fueled a new life in me 😤 i'm naturally a slow writer, but i'll do whatever i can to make sure the next chapter comes out soon 🫡 for you my anon friend

in the meanwhile 👀 a gift

It’s when they enter the Obliviator Headquarters to start their interview of the staff (aiming to make Ms Granger proud) that they find Head Auror Harry Potter speaking with someone. The camera zooms in on Harry’s angry face, alight with a severe frown. Most of his body is blocked by the other person, his head just visible over their shoulder—nevertheless, their tall figure and well-cut robes form an attractive silhouette. ‘There is something oddly familiar about them,’ whispers one of the crew, but they can’t put their finger on it. When Harry’s mouth opens, and no sound comes out, the crew realises they are under a heavy muffliato. The buzzing is a low hum, and the wand-audio operator frowns at the amplified noise coming through their headgear. “How has the filming been?”  The crew jumps and turns to see Percy sitting, legs crossed at the knee, in a chair just beside the entryway. “Avoiding the Aurors, I hope?” Percy, as always, is glancing over documents and keeping a keen eye on the shimmery graph. The crew sort of shrugs. They can’t begin to explain the last few hours even if they want to. “Hm, I’ll take that as a yes… Only to evade hearing otherwise. And don’t mind Head Auror Potter; he’ll be done any minute now if you wish to speak with him. But if you’re here for—" “Go to hell, Riddle,” Harry’s voice rings out with the sudden break of the muffliato. And then the answer hits them all smack across the head. Shock has the camera operators’ hold drooping, slightly cutting them from frame. Harry prowls out of the Obliviator Headquarters, and the once-unknown person turns to watch him leave, revealing a strikingly recognisable and handsome face. It’s the Minister for Magic, Tom Riddle.