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evenstar0600 · 2 years

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DECEPTION | t.riddle

IN WHICH: lucius malfoy never put tom riddle's diary in ginny weasley's cauldron. instead, history puts a twist on the events and the diary is put on a shelf in flourish and blott's, only to be picked up by an unsuspecting, muggleborn witch in hufflepuff; sixteen-year-old (Name) Tyler.

PAIRING: tom riddle x afab!hufflepuff reader

WARNINGS: dark/yandere(?), mind control, manipulation, animal death, murder, hypnotism, tom riddle is a warning on his own, mental breakdowns, insanity, lady macbeth arc(?), character death, etc

Your hands were shaking. They'd been doing that a lot lately. The skin around your fingernails was red raw and bleeding, due you picking them from stress. Your pupils were blown-wide yet had a distant look to them, as if you weren't in the moment itself at all.

Desparately, you tried to scrub the blood stains that wouldn't go away. They wouldn't wash off. You felt like you were going insane. Like you were losing your mind. How the fuck had it come to this? You knew exactly how it'd all come to this.

It was a dreary August day in the summer of 1992. And your parents decided to take you back-to-school shopping in Diagon Alley for your sixth year at Hogwarts. You recalled going into Flourish and Blott's, dodging through the ever-growing line to see the infamous Gilderoy Lockhart, whom you paid no mind.

You'd spied the even-more infamous Harry Potter in the line somewhere. You were more focused on obtaining your school books for this year when you'd caught sight of it in your peripheral vision. The diary. The vintage-looking, leather-bound diary with it's worn exterior and its off-white parchment pages. And the three-word name at the bottom in a gold-colour. Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Something scorched the back of your mind as helpless fingers plucked the diary off the shelf and into your cauldron with a clatter. To others, it was an unnoticed background noise but in your delirium, it sounded like the rolling East Winds of the storm last week. Crashing and forcing itself to be heard. You didn't want to take it but something beyond your control forced you to take it.

For the first couple of days back at Hogwarts, you'd neglected to write in it. Then you did. On the 9th of September, you finally wrote in it. The classic sentence starter of Dear Diary. Then came the reply. Hello (Name) Tyler. You adored Tom and wrote to him as often as you could.

Between classes. During lessons. During meals. After your dorm mates had gone to sleep. Then you began to experience the black-outs. One minute you were walking between classes; the next you found yourself near Hagrid's hut, robes drenched in a strange, crimson substance.

Your mind tried to deny it, the very fact, trying to convince you it was red ink or paint. But in your heart you knew the truth. You were covered in blood. The blood of the school roosters. And the guilt began to slowly eat you up. Consuming your heart. Clouding your mind. Until you began to soothe your madness by writing to your sweet Tom and picking the skin around your fingernails until it bled.

The same sinful red as the roosters' blood. Then the attacks followed swiftly. First, Filch's cat, Mrs Norris was petrified by the Basilik that you set loose on the school. You warned them. Writing the message in blood on the wall. The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the Heir beware.

The victims of the Basiliks' petrification began to pile up. Sir Nicholas. Colin Creevey. Justin Finch-Fletchley. Penelope Clearwater. Hermione Granger. And it was all your fault. You'd condemned them to their fates. And the more paranoid you got. You'd hallucinate the blood on your hands. Scrubbing your hands for hours on end until they were red raw, just to get the fucking stain out.

You had your Tom to comfort you all. To soothe your ever-growing madness and paranoia. He'd appear to you sometimes. The tall, dark and handsome boy with his dark brown locks and insatiable smile. Then you figured it out. It was him. It was all him.

You'd pointed an accusatory finger at him, shaking like a leaf. "You..." you'd muttered in horror before meeting his piercing gaze with blown-wide pupils, "It's you!".

In a fleeted attempt to save yourself and anyone else, you stormed to the Girls' Lavatory on the third floor and threw the diary into the toilet. Thinking yourself safe, you relaxed. But you shouldn't have let your guard down. Tom had basically imprinted himself on you.

You always recalled his beautiful brown eyes piercing your soul, the very image was burnt into your memory. And no matter how many times you tried to forget, he always. came. back. You'd broken into Gryffindor Tower and basically ransacked the one of the Boys' Dormitories until you retrieved it.

Your diary.

You weren't yourself anymore. People around you noticed too. What happened to (Name)? Was something that was whispered among peers. Your bestfriend, Lily Peterson, had noticed too. You brushed her off, pushing her away. Then, tired of waiting, Tom summoned you down to the Chamber of Secrets.

His initial plan was to drain your life force so he could live again. But things changed. As the product of a love potion, he couldn't properly feel true, honest love but rather a warped version of it. Dark love. Obsessive love. Unjust love. His love was cruel. His touch was cruel. And he was cruel.

And you were his. No matter how you tried to stop him, you were always going to be his. "Mine," he'd murmur, holding your weak form against his own, carressing your face, "All mine,".

You'd tried to fight him off. But to no avail. You'd lost. Now, the world was going to feel Voldemort's wrath. And he'd start with the figure of twelve-year-old Harry Potter marching into the Chamber of Secrets.

#harry potter #tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #christian coulson #tom riddle x reader #yandere #angst #romance #fanfic #first fic #voldemort #lord voldemort #tom marvolo riddle x reader #voldemort x reader #lord voldemort x reader #manipulation #harry potter fanfic

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bertrandtodesco · 2 years

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Some visual development for the Basilik from the opening title of “The Legend of Vox Machina” /// it is interesting in my opinion to have monsters (or aliens) in your character design portfolio to show how you translate your anatomy knowledge onto a body that doesnt exist in our world. I also think studying the living creatures (here iguanas and komodo dragons) for reference is helpful /// #thelegendofvoxmachina season 2 will stream on Amazon @primevideo on January 20! Season 1 available. This amazing show created by the @critical_role #criticalrole creators is produced by @titmouseinc #titmouse #titmouseinc and animated by @productionreve_official #characterdesign #visdev #visualdevelopment #btod #bertrandtodesco #artistsoninstagram #monster #snake #basilik #creaturedesign #monsterdesign #colorscheme (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnXN-wxJrV3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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aeligsido · 2 months

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[WM] Prompt 28 — Outsider POV.

Rating: G.

Characters: Ginny Weasley, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin; brief appearance of Harry Potter.

Additional Tags: Ginny POV, Ginny & Sirius friendship, established relationship, nightmares, a bit of insomnia, mentions of CoS, trauma.

Summary: Ginny is getting used to Grimmauld Place.

Words count: 852.

A/N: Fun fact, I adore Ginny. Also, I think Sirius would have loved having her as a goddaughter-in-law, just saying. Hope you like it! ❤️

@wolfstarmicrofic

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Ginny has a hard time sleeping. It’s the unfamiliar environment, added to the general gloom of Grimmauld Place, and, obviously, the whole Voldemort-is-back thing.

Her nightmares are back in full force, now. She was just starting to get rid of them.

Hermione is sleeping soundly in her bed; Ginny slowly, carefully gets up, and out of their shared room. Maybe a glass of water, or some tisane, will help her sleep.

She has barely started making her way toward the stairs when she hears a noise. Reflexively, she hides between shadows and angles and watches as Professor Lupin — Remus? it’s still weird — passes by. He’s carrying two mugs, navigating the hallway with a familiarity she only noticed in Sirius. He keeps on going, up until Sirius’ room where the door opens just as he arrives, and closes right behind him.

Ginny escapes toward the kitchen, and when she’s back in her room some thirty minutes later, she sleeps a bit better.

She doesn’t think too much about it, admittedly; she’s probably not the only one having bad nights, and having a friend around is probably a huge help. Ginny doesn’t feel comfortable being vulnerable around Hermione, not to this point, and there’s no way she’ll go to her parents or siblings — they’ll just baby her more, and she doesn’t need more reminders of her mistakes.

Still, two days later she’s clearing out yet another sitting room alone with Sirius when the question blurts out of her mouth.

“Do you have nightmares too?”

Sirius freezes before looking over at her. He doesn’t look surprised, nor even angry — thoughtful, more like.

“Yes,” he answers honestly.

“I thought so,” she says, louder than she intended. “I just, I saw Professor Lupin going into your room last time, so I was wondering.”

Sirius smiles, and she would swear it’s amused, now. “Right.” Then, more serious, “do you?” At her expression, he clarifies, “have nightmares?”

“Oh.” She lowers her head; those days, it’s always at the back of her mind — the Basilik, the fear, the loss of control and the illusion of friendship, and Tom. “Yeah.”

She looks up; Sirius is still looking over at her, open and neutral, and he’s not her ex-teacher or someone who used to be close to her brother or a strict auror or any of her family — but he is an adult and Harry trusts him, and Harry rarely trusts anyone.

“Did anyone ever tell you about my first year?”

“I don’t think so,” he says, and sits down, and he lets her talk.

Ginny still wakes up in the middle of the night, sometimes. She still catches Professor Lupin going into Sirius’ room — the first time she doesn't bother to hide, he blushes furiously.

It becomes easier, slowly. They’ve started talking about bringing Harry in, hopefully soon — he’s not going to be happy about it anyways.

Sirius and Lupin are constantly into each other’s personal space, she notices. Maybe it’s how they’ve always been as friends — maybe it’s not. She knows Professor Lupin is living here, but not since when (before them, after Sirius moved in?), or even where his room is (she only ever saw him in Sirius’).

Ginny’s too busy with the house and her homeworks and her terrors to think too much about it.

Harry arrives. It’s chaotic for a while, what with the Dementors and the trial and Harry's expected anger, and it’s enough of a distraction that she’s too exhausted to dream at night.

It doesn’t stay this way long. Ginny spends a terrible night where she sleeps very little and cries silently a little too much, and she barely can keep her eyes open the next day.

“Go take a nap,” Sirius tells her as she yawns once again. They’re cleaning a bedroom today.

“I’m fine,” Ginny mutters, before yawning again. In truth, she doesn’t want to be alone; at least, at night, she can focus on Hermione. Now, she doesn’t want to think of what kind of stage it would put her in.

She closes her eyes one, two seconds, and then there’s a hand on her shoulders, steering her away.

“Come on,” Professor Lupin says. “I need to do some research in the library, and there’s a nice sofa to rest on.”

She could protest, she thinks. But when she looks back, Sirius gives her a smile and Harry a slightly confused thumbs up, and she feels more relaxed, somehow.

Ginny falls face first into the sofa. She’s asleep before she knows it.

(Ginny wakes up briefly. There’s a blanket tucked around her, and sunshine passing through the window. Professor Lupin is reading some books, his back turned toward her, and taking notes carefully.

She closes her eyes. She opens them again; Sirius is here, bending over Lupin, his face soft and fond and loving, and Lupin is looking at him just the same way.

They kiss, she thinks, but maybe she just falls asleep again. It doesn’t matter, still; she knows this expression, has seen it so many times before on her parents face.

Guess it’s not just Sirius’ room, then.)

#my fic #my writing #hp #wolfstar #challenge

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allegedly-human · 1 month

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honestly Roko's Basilik is a very funny concept. Yeah you had a thought now so you're doomed for eter-stop.

this bitch ass basilik caused this?!

#allegedly mine

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thisbelongsto-nohbodys · 11 months

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Raine be like "This is my girlfriend; Eda. And this is her girlfriend; Camila."

"and our son King and our daughter Luz, her girlfriend Amity, Luz's Basilik Sister Vee, her partner Masha, also Luz's brother Hunter, his girlfriend Willow, their friend Gus and his boyfriend Mattholome."

#ask #the owl house

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misguidedasgardian · 6 months

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The Lifeaters (I.5)

V. Back Home

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: You never expecting entering Hogwarts was going to bring you… so much change

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia,

Wordcount: 2.1 k

Notes: I’m cutting first year to 8 chapters only… jeje they are just babies yet and like I said, this is for setting the tone for what comes next… jeje

You were fairly smart, you were, the point is, you were truly outstanding in things that TRULY interested you, so you learned when the Slytherin Quidditch team practiced, and you would sit in the boxes no matter how early or how late, scribbling in a small diary you started to call your playbook, writing and describing all the plays, it was quite fun, even Marcus Flint and Terrence Higgs, the players noticed and waved at you

“Are you going to try out next year?”, he asked

“Of course”, you’d answer happily

And from then on, you became some sort of cheerleader for the team, even helping them in planning plays after the Hufflepuff VS Ravenclaw match that of course you watched and made Draco watch it too.

You were happy, you felt at home in Slytherin and even in potions class

“Who can tell what would happen if I add to the concoction a rat’s tail?”, asked Snape, “Basilik?”, you swallowed hard and looked at home ide eyed

“It would cause a purple colored-explosion?”

“Are you asking me?”, he asked back, annoyed, raising one of his eyebrows. It was the longest seconds of your life, you stammered as Granger raised her hand

“no Ser, i’m saying”, you managed to mumble, and you could swear you saw a hint of a smile on his face

“Indeed”, he said quickly, “5 points for Slytherin, anyways…that is why you must be very carefully in selecting rat’s hair on the back of said rat instead…” and the class continued without a hitch, you and Draco exchanged big smiles at the points given

And the smile couldn’t be wiped out of your face for the rest of the day. No matter how much Matthew teased you, Draco was making everyone laugh telling you how the Gryffindor team was going to replace Potter with a wide-mouthed tree frog.

You always admired Draco’s sense of humor

The days were already shorter, and even started snowing, Snape’s class was in the dungeons and it got really cold down there, so you had to put on your gray jumper under your cape, but you were really happy because, you had been paired up with Theodore for a couple of classes for a special brew, and it made you giggle

Theodore Nott, your housemate, friend of Draco, he was very cute and sweet, he smiled softly at you, he had this beautiful green eyes that look a bit sad but its because they way they are shaped, you and daphne had discuss it at length

You acted a bit dumb when you were near him, but you thought Snape had paired you both together because you could defend yourself pretty good in Potions, but he was useless in that subject, you had to carry it for four weeks, but you were happy to do so.

Now you were in the common room with Theo, you weren’t allowed in the laboratory after classes, so, the only place you could hang out and study properly, besides the library, but they didn’t let you bring potion making instruments… So here you were.

“It’s ¾”, you said softly, “not 3,4”

“Oh sorry”, he muttered, you only smiled, knowing that little error could make the potion exude a lethal smoke that would kill you both

“You still on that?”, the peace and nice atmosphere that you had created was eliminated by barely a sentence of Draco, who showed up accompanied by his own partner, Matthew

You could see Theo’s face twisting in discomfort

“We just hadn't had the time”, you said simply

“We finished days ago”, they didn’t leave, they just sat there in the leather couch next to the table that you were working on

You finished the best you could, feeling like you were being watched, and you had to use the loo so you left them to go to the bathroom

When you came back, you heard them

“I don’t know why she keeps insisting on the potion, maybe she fancies me”, muttered Theo, “and that’s why we keep working together”, and that broke your little heart. Draco frowned at this, without noticing you

“She doesn’t fancy you”, he said, with a disgusted face, and you had never been more grateful, especially with Matthew laughed at Theo

You pretended like everything was fine, you tried to ignore Theo’s guilty face, he was embarrassed, it was him that didn’t understand potions, but he was embarrassed to say so, and then, you were relieved that Draco stayed there with you.

“So, if I make this potion wrong it can explode?”, muttered Gaunt as he read your scribbles in the parchment, “interesting”

“No it's not”, you said quickly, “many potions could explode”, you said then quickly, Mathew and Theo exchanged looks that didn’t promise anything good.

They actually made the potion explode, underneath Filch’s desk, luckily he wasn’t there but Mrs Norris’ tail caught on fire that thankfully they were able to extinguish without much damage to the poor cat.

You found it horrible

But Matthew and Theo laughed

You loved cats, and even though her being there was a sad accident, you couldn’t shake the bad feeling of your gut.

Matthew was a bit mean, and when you remembered him bringing the pumpkin to life… before he started carving it, it brought you chills.

Professor Snape was called, and Slytherin was taken 50 points.

When you were alone with Theo, he kept being nice to you, and the last class that you needed to work together, he ripped the page of the potion off of his book, and he folded you a snowflake with magic

You felt so happy you became giddy, even though he had lied to your friends

As the weeks went by, the floor started to become white, as the snow started to stick

But snow would only mean one thing… that you were most excited about

Christmas

Christmas is coming!

Between classes, and making friends, days turn into weeks and even months, and you were barely realizing it, Christmas was around the corner.

Every year you spend Christmas Eve with your Aunt, and then the next day you were invited to the Manor to spend the day with the Malfoys and their friends until the evening where you attend their annual Christmas Ball, it was always breathtaking, witches and wizards in their best dress robes ni black, white or red, and the decoration and food was out of this world

And this year, according to your aunt, it was going to be no different, you had three weeks of christmas break to go home, and you were going to spend it with Draco, the Malfoys and your aunt

You packed your trunk religiously, and even Umbra hooted in her cage happily, like she knew she was going back home

None of your teachers had left any homework, unless of course Professor Snape, who had given you a list of items you could find to make potions, so you needed to fetch them from your house or garden, he assured you they were things that could be easily found, trying to prove that potions could be brewed from almost anything

Anyways

You found Blaise in the great hall, he was staying at Hogwarts for the Holidays

“My mother is spending christmas in Greece with her new husband”, he muttered sadly

“I’m sorry Blaise”

“Other people are staying, so it's fine”, you had to go, Draco, from the other side of the Hall, was waving at you to go

The train ride back to London was very pleasant, Draco couldn’t stop boasting about his list of presents and how he was sure he was going to get everything he wanted, he asked you about what was in yours, but you only had three items… a Nimbus 3000, Quidditch riding gear of the Holyhead Harpies and a dragon

You knew you were being silly, but you always wanted a Dragon, a small one would suffice, you had seen them, miniature versions of real dragons, that you could handle.

And you promised your aunt that you could sell your current broom, a Quicksilver 2.0, so you wouldn’t have two, you were hopeful, you had been saving from your allowance, but still, professional brooms such as those had to be purchased by an adult

So you were now even more hopeful, but you were surprised to discover actually Matthew was going to spend Christmass in the Malfoy Manor as well

When you’d ask Draco about his family, he would answered with evasives, probably he didn’t know who he was either

But still you found it odd

You forgot about personal compartments, your group of friends had gotten so big you preferred those open ones with tables on both sides so you could all speak to each other

You had gotten accustomed to being around them all day and even nights, it was going to be a bit sad when you got home, only you, your aunt and some house-elves.

“Are you going to the ball?”, you asked Pansy who was sitting right next to you, as you were seated on the other side of the aisle with the girls

“Yes, my parents were invited”, she muttered

“Mines too”, muttered Daphne

“It will be fun”, you said with a big smile

“Why are you and Draco so close?”, asked Milicent as she leaned in and whispered to you

“We are best friends”, you said softly

“But why?”, she insisted

“We know each other since I can remember, our parents are really close”

“Do you like him?”, she teased

“No”, you answered quickly, “he is my best friend”, all girls were looking straight at you, like they were cornering you, “for real”, you insisted, and that seemed to calm them as they giggle

“I think Theo is really cute, you were so lucky to had that huge project with him”, fanned over Daphne

“I think Matthew is cute”, added Milicent, you were leaning over the table and whispering, so they wouldn’t hear

“I don’t think any of them are”, you said with a sad voice, thinking of Theo

“My mom is having my robes custom made for me”, said Daphne with a soft smile, “for the Christmass ball”

“Really? how lucky! I think we are just going to Madam Malkin”, muttered Pansy

“Lucky you because my mother loves to shop in those muggle stores in central London”, said Milicent

“Some of those stores are nice”, you offered, you really liked muggle fashion sometimes, your aunt would take you in London and you were only able to watch at the showcases, some dresses were truly astonishing

“They are muggles”, she said as that was reason enough

The trip became longer than the one that goes to Hogwarts, it that made any sense

Now that you weren’t at Hogwarts, you wanted to get home already.

“Anything from the trolley?”, asked the sweet old lady, bringing her cart full of sweets

“Uh! me! Do you have any chocolate frogs?”, you asked

“Of course dear”, she said, passing one you exchange for a couple of Sickles

“Thank you”, the boys bought thighs to, you frowned when you looked at the frog, the spell not starting yet

“I’ll do it”, said Draco from the other side, you passed the package, he opened and the frog came to life, before it could jump, he snapped one if its legs to break the spell, not it was just chocolate

He passed it back to you

“Thank you”, he ate the chocolate leg and you ate the rest

“Why?”, asked Parkinson

“I don’t like it when they move, they look too real”, you said simply, “Uh! I got Cirse! I’d always wanted her!”, you admired the ancient witch in that card

Your aunt, as always, was waiting for you

She hugged you tightly, caressing your hair softly, you had missed her

“Let’s go home”, you greeted the Malfoys, and from afar you could see Theodore, who was being received by an old man, you guessed he was his father.

“We will see you at Christmas”, my aunt muttered, and you started walking. Meek, your house elf appeared, grabbed both your hands, as you had your things in the other hand, and he apparated you back home, as easy as that

Tea was served for the two of you, with your favorite small sandwiches and pastries

“Now, you will tell me EVERYTHING!”, she said with a wide smile

#misguidedlifeaters #hogwarts #harry potter #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #draco malfoy #theodore nott #slytherin boys #theo nott #blaise zabini #mattheo riddle

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burningdreambanana · 5 months

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Tom Riddle was actually always pretty stupid and incompetent

Book 1 : I understand why he couldn't get the stone from the mirror but why did it take him so long to get passed three obstacles so easy three eleven years old were able to do it? Also apparently he has the ability to travel as a spirit form and take control of a humane body so why did he wait in a forest for a decade instead of paying a visit to one of his death eathers in liberty and try to get his body back?

Book 2 : Opening the chamber in the 1940s was pretty stupid when you remember that Dumbledore knows he's a Parseltongue and thus a likely descendant of Slytherin making a primary suspect. The only reason he got away with it is because Dumbledore yet again kept crucial information to himself instead of informing the authorities who could have used Veritaserum to get the truth out of him. Also him and the Basilik only managed to kill one person despite all their attempts which is pretty weak. His plan to kill Harry was based entirely on a twelve-year-old being able to rapidly find where the Chamber was (something not even Dumbledore had been able to do in decades) and going there alone (what if Harry had asked McGonagall to come instead of Lockart?). Also he forgot about Phoenix healing powers which is very stupid for someone who is supposed to be so knowledgeable

Book 4 : His convulated plan only worked because Barty Crouch and Harry are actually competent and some dumb luck. What if Harry had failed despite Barty's (relatively small) help? What if he had not to really try since he and Dumbledore know the whole thing is most likely a trap? What if Cedric had been a little bit more selfish and actually grabbed the Cup alone when Harry told him to? Also him torturing his own followers is pretty stupid. And he had Harry at his mercy, why did he felt the need to untie Harry and duel him? How is he not embarrassed to show his followers he wants to prove his more powerful than a fourteen years old? Where's the dignity?

Book 5 : His plan was even more stupid and convulated, and once again relied on incredible luck. He expected a fifteen year old to escape school, break into the Department of Mysteries without being caught where his Death Eaters would also have been able to safely infiltrate and he also expected his Deaths Eaters to be able to take back the prophecy to him without being caught. So my question is, if it's so easy to get in and out of the Ministry, why not just do it himself? Instead of relying on such a shaky plan that took him all year and relied on Harry not being able to contact Sirius (if he had used the mirror, or only been able to do the floo call some time later all could have changed). Also he supposedly did all that because he was scared of even the small possibility of being seen at the Ministry and yet after waiting all year, he ruins it all by showing up anyway

Book 6 : Not sure why he wastes so much energy trying to punish Lucius. Just ask Severus to kill Dumbledore at the beginning of the year and stop wasting time. I get that the memory with Slughorn functions like an exposition scene to the Horcruxes but you have to wonder why Tom thought Slughorn would know if it's safe to do seven horcruxes? It's not like he ever seemed to be particularly knowledgeable in dark magic and he doesn't get an answer anyway. Also why didn't he kill him a long time ago? For someone who cared so much about immortality, the way Riddle acted about his Horcruxes is ridiculously stupid and careless : Ok, I get that he feels only special objects are worthy of his precious soul but why oh why did he also decided to hid them in places significant to him? Why not throw the locket into to bottom of some enchanted well in Mexico? Or keep the diadem hidden in some tree in Albania? Or keep the ring on his finger ? Like the second he thought about it for a minute he realized there was a chance Dumbledore knew about the cave and his link to the Gaunts. It's so short-sighted. He also apparently decided to never check on them even though it only takes a few hours as we saw at the end of Book 7, otherwise he would have find out that Regulus had stole the locket and been more wary.

Book 7 : Humiliates his most faithful and skilled Death Eather (Bellatrix) for no reason. After failing to kill Harry yet again at the Battle of the Seven Potters you'd think someone actually smart would sit down and reconsider the whole thing and dive deep into how love protection magic works and wand lore. But no he just decides he needs a more powerful wand (very primitive) and wastes months looking for it everywhere even though Dumbledore's grave seems like a pretty good way to start. Uses Avada Kadavra on Harry yet again in the forest. I'm not one of these people who think he should have used a gun or even had a Death Eater do it necessarily but there are other spells that can kill. Why not simply set Harry on fire or have him choke to death. And what's funnier is that he still relied on Avada Kadavra in their final duel, what did he thought, fifth time the charm? And why did he rely on Narcissa to check on him? I thought he was supposed to not really trust anyone but himself? Heck he could have had her check if he was so scared of Harry and then go himself to make sure it's true.

Finally, it's pretty weird how Voldemort was aware of his connexion with Harry, even used it but never seemed to wonder why it existed. Maybe if he would have, he could have guessed that Harry was a Horcrux.

To end this rant I want to say that while I still love Harry Potter (these books are much funnier than I realized as a kid) Voldemort is just a very sad villain : he spent ten years working in retail (lol), ten years practising dark magic somewhere (ok pretty cool), tried and failed to become a teacher (lol), spent more than a decade trying and failing to take over Wizarding Britain despite the Ministry being super incompetent and corrupt and having many prominent families on his side (lol), more than a decade as a spirit form in Albania, two years doing god knows what and then actually took over Britain for nine months before dying at the age of 72.

#harry potter #voldemort #tom riddle #rant post #books and reading

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