#older!tom riddle

[thesecretwriter]

a memory, chapter 1 (tom riddle).

pairing: tom riddle x female reader

warnings: nothing hectic, it’s a slow burn beginning, but the foundation of it is needed for more important parts later.

summary: y/n find the diary of tom riddle and becomes curious when she finds that the diary is unlike any book shes encountered before as well as a man from the past who leaves her with even more questions.

word count: 1.3k

a/n: Happy reading, hope you enjoy!

minors/ageless blogs dni.

series masterlist

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Funny, the damage a silly little diary can do, especially in the hands of a mindless girl such as yourself.

The diary was found in the restricted section of the library that no one ventured into. You had got a hold of it when curiosity got the best of you. Hogwarts allowed you the privilege to use studying to explore topics not taught in the syllabus as one of the students who was furthering their studies.

There was nothing special about it, just a normal diary, but when your fingers first brushed against them, you felt a jolt of an unknown emotion that made you hastily grab the diary. The pages were blank, no writing, no drawings. Nothing.

How peculiar.

You made your way out of the library, taking your usual route back to your houses common room. However, you couldn’t shake off the feeling as if you were being watched.

You stopped walking as you turned down a dark hallway, waiting to see if someone was following you, but there were no sound of footsteps. You dismissed the feeling to your sleep deprivation and carried on to your common room.

So, you sat at the study table in your common room while your housemates slept soundly. You grabbed your quill and dipped it in the ink. You wrote your full name onto the first page and watched as your writing disappeared. It didn’t phase you since you expected it to be some kind of magical diary. However, it was what next appeared that baffled you.

Hello y/f/n.

You took in a deep breath and thought for a moment before writing again.

Is this an enchantment diary?

Maybe, maybe not.

Your brows furrowed. It seemed like it might’ve been like one of those items that Fred and George sell, but then why would it be in the restrict section of the Hogwarts library?

Why was this book hidden in the restricted section of the library?

The words disappeared like before.

So that it doesn’t fall into the wrong hands.

You inhaled sharply and decided that was enough for today. Your curiosity got you this far, but you knew better than to dabble in this further. You closed the book and put it back into the pile of books and began your usual research.

In the following days, your mind couldn’t get rid of the thought of wanting to find out more about the diary. It’s as though you’re under a sort of spell of desire for it.

You found yourself in Professor Remus’ classroom. He seemed to be busy marking papers.

“Y/n, what do I owe the pleasure?” he said with a kind smile.

“Evening, professor. I was hoping to ask you a few questions about a recent topic I’m researching,” you said as nonchalantly as you could.

Professor Remus nodded in reply and set the papers in his hand aside.

“What questions do you have for me?” you walked to his desk and set your books aside.

You weren’t going to show him the diary, but you could work your way around finding out information.

“I was curious if it were possible to enchant a book, specifically a diary,” you explained.

“Enchant it in what way?” he asked slightly confused.

“Perhaps maybe having it reply to whatever is written inside of it,” you said to clarify.

He wondered for a moment. There were many books which he encountered that were enchanted, some even being textbooks used at Hogwarts like the Care of Magical Creatures textbook.

“There are books which are enchanted, but not in the way you mentioned,”

You sigh at his reply, not gaining anymore answers that the ones you had before.

“Alright, thank you, professor. For clarifying,” you said with a smile and nodded as a way of saying goodbye.

Just as you were about to exit the classroom, you heard his voice call out.

“I know you have an interest in researching topics, y/n, but if you find yourself too far in, it can be harmful,” he advised.

“I know, professor,” you smiled and continued on your way.

That night, you sat at the very same desk as before with the diary in front of you. Once again, you took the quill which was dipped in ink and wrote in the diary.

What are the origins of this book?

They disappear as usual and a few moments later you get a reply.

I don’t believe I can tell you…

You sigh in frustration and put the quill aside, just then, more words appear.

… but I can show you.

Your brows furrow in confusion and concern. Feeling like you have reached your point of research for the night, you went to close the diary when all of a sudden bright flashes of light came from the book and you felt yourself being pulled towards it.

You closed your eyes in preparation for what may come, but you felt nothing. You opened your eyes carefully to see yourself in the hallways of Hogwarts, but it seemed so different than what you’re used to seeing.

A shadow appears on the wall in front of you, and you quickly hide in an adjoined hallway. You heard the footsteps approaching, the figure came into view. It was a young man who seemed slightly older than you. His robes were of a different style but had the emblem of Slytherin.

The young man stopped his walking looked as if he was checking the hallways, when you looked more closely at his robes, you saw that he had a badge, a prefect badge. He started to walk in your direction, which caused you to walk backwards, but another voice interrupted both your movements.

“Tom,” a familiar voice called after him.

“Yes, professor?” Tom answered.

The source of the familiar voice came into view, and you were shocked to see Professor Dumbledore, but he seemed to be much younger than he is now.

“I think it would be okay for you to retire back to your living quarters,” Dumbledore advised.

Tom nodded his head in agreeance. “Very well, professor. I’m doing one last check around the halls, professor,”

Dumbledore nodded and bid Tom a goodnight.

You watched as Tom waited for Dumbledore to walk away before he continued on his way towards the hallway you were in. Which reminded you that you were trying to hide from him. However, as he walked towards you, he walked on as if he never saw you.

This further baffled you, but as your curiosity grew, you silently followed him. He walked to the end of the hallway and waited. The wall started to change, slowly revealing a door that was not there before.

He stepped inside and was about to close it, but he stopped and seemed as though he was looking right at you. Fear spread throughout you, though that was short lived when Tom closed the door.

As you took a step to walk forward, you felt the same feeling as when the diary consumed you. A bright flash of light appeared, your eyes closed and when you opened them again, you were in your common room, sat at the study table with the diary in front of you.

You were trying to compose yourself after what you’d just witnessed. Did you dose off and dream the whole thing? Was your lack of sleep catching up with you? what spell would cause such an effect?

All these questions jumbled into your mind, and you were about to stand up and gather your things, but then words appeared on the page in front of you.

Now you know who I am.

[the-paper-monkey]

all top/bottom discourse aside, the most shocking thing to me is that calling tom a twink is controversial

[ohthewh0rror]

Serious question:

Why, on TikTok, do they make Tom Riddle and Voldemort two different people to give Mattheo a brother??

Why can’t we use a new guy? A new OC? Give Mattheo an actual older brother and cast this guy??

[moonyeyedstar]

Masterlist

Ao3

** is smut

Remus Lupin

*Be Mine- V-day*(Professor Lupin)

*First-Time*(Marauders Era)

*Thigh-riding*(Professor Lupin)

*Punish You*(Professor Lupin)

*Extra Help*(Professor Lupin)

*Forgive Me, Father*(Priest Remus)

*Hide*(Professor Lupin)

*Daddy's Girl*(Stepdad Remus)

Sirius Black

*Skinny Dip*(Marauders Era)

*The Order*(Older Sirius x Harry's Friend Reader) (Part 1)

*The Order*(Older Sirius x Harry's Friend Reader) (Part 2)

*Relax, Love,*(Stepdad Sirius)

Wolfstar

Under the Mistletoe-Wolfstar Xmas(Remus POV)

James Potter

*Cheer Up*(Marauders Era)

*My Brother's Best Friend*(James Potter x Y/n Black Marauders Era)

*Distraction*(Marauders Era)

Marauders

*I Want You Both*(Remus Lupin x James Potter x Reader)

Marlene Mckinnon

*Victory*(Marauders Era)

Severus Snape

*Virgin*(Professor Snape)

*Cockwarming Parts 1+2*(Professor Snape)

*Valentine's Day*(Professor Snape)

*Detention*(Professor Snape)

*Meeting*(Deathe Eater Snape ft. Lucius Malfoy)

Lucius Malfoy

*Assistant*(Older Lucius x Younger Reader)

*Meeting*(Lucius Malfoy ft. Severus Snape)

Tom Riddle

*Teacher's Pet*(Professor Tom Riddle)

Draco Malfoy

*Fooling Around*(Male Reader)

[wishchthumblr]

so i like to imagine its kind of like an unspoken tradition at hogwarts to carve or write your name/initials in your bed before you graduate so later students can get a little mystery trying to figure out who slept in their dorm before them

so what if in aus where Harry is sorted into slytherin, instead of JP being scratched into the post of his gryffindor dorm bed, in a slightly hidden part of the frame in his slytherin dorm bed it says R.A.B in nearly carved letters

and what if (especially if this is an au where slytherin harry is an evil little shit (as a treat)) he eventually finds another older carving on his bed that says T.M.R

[iseliljathedreamer]

Decided to whip out some colour pencils again and draw a scene from the fic I'm working on. My box of pencils (the ones that I like) has got almost exclusively bold colours, so this turned out a little more acid-y than I first intended. Dulling it in post turned out bad, so eh - maybe I'll go over it again when I get around to purchasing some of the singles I need.

[childotkw]

Harry was forced to learn some divination by Hermione but let’s be honest he is really good at deductive reasoning and connecting dots, and spying and shit. So along side dueling there are quite a few lessons as how to covertly gather information and how to apply this information. And a few political lessons scattered in as well. The Campers are mostly muggleborns and Harry can and will teach them how to use and abuse Wizard government and laws.

Harry: hey kids, wanna learn how to undermine and overthrow a corrupt government of purebloods?

Kids: yay!

Tom: i too would like to -

Harry: not you. you need to learn why tearing a soul apart is Bad, then you can learn empathy in the 'Foundational Feelings' corner

[motherfuckingmaneater]

The Black sisters and their children (and the fathers of those children) part 1 / 3: Bellatrix Black.

Tom Marvolo Riddle Lord Voldemort & Delphini Black.

Though she may have married and become a Lestrange, Bellatrix certainly didn’t have a child by one. There was no hiding that Delphini Black was not a Lestrange. On first glance she may appear the spitting image of her mother — but the black shade of her hair was just slightly off Bellatrix’s own, the fire in her eyes a little too much bronze than grey, reminding everyone who’d known him forty years before that this Black, just like her mother, belonged to Tom Riddle.

[weirdraccoon]

Sebastian *finding Tom and Harry in MC's secret basement*: And what do we have here.

Harry *blushing and arranging his clothes*

Tom *glaring at his dad*: We were looking for my notes on Alchemy. I think I left them here last night when I was helping Mom with that thing.

Sebastian *smirking*: I know we look good, Tom, but we're all older than even Dumbledore. I know all the tricks.

Harry *acting cool*: Really? What's your secret Mr. Sallow?

Sebastian: Dark Magic.

Harry: ...

Tom *rolling his eyes*: Don't tell Sirius.

Harry: Wait, he's not lying!?

[lucasthecoffeshopguy]

tomarry shippers that are scared of age gaps... they will not survive the winter.

[winterdeath81]

The truth about Harry Potter

Harry Potter/Tom Riddle|Voldemort Harry Potter/Voldemort

Rating: Mature | 20,092 words | WIP (5/?)

No one notices Harry Potter the way he is. They project everything about him, but no one notices what he really is.

Until someone does.

He don't know if he wants to laugh or cry when it happens.

or

Omegas are meek creatures. They are shy and feel such a deeply empathy to others that they sometimes can't even function. They are not by nature cruel or confrontational.

That's why Harry Potter is an Alpha. The hero and the saviour. The loud one that will defend everyone that he cares with a defiant snarl in his lips.

Except he isn't.

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Sane Voldemort, Alpha Voldemort, Omega Harry Potter, Courtship, Angst and Romance, Minor Character Death, No bashing, Hogwarts fifth year, Soul Bond, Depressed Harry Potter, Introspection, Intersex Harry Potter.

[thesecretwriter]

a memory (tom riddle).

pairing: tom riddle x female reader

series summary: in which y/n, someone who likes to dabble in researching forbidden topics, unknowingly finds the diary of tom riddle and falls into a spiral of being consumed by a memory.

warning: angst, fluff & smut (specified in the individual parts)

a/n: okay so, theres are specifics i have for this series that i changed from the movies/books. reader is 20 and tom is 24-25. hogwarts is still a normal school but people can further their studies if they want to (this is mainly so i can age up the characters).

minors/ageless blogs dni.

chapter 1

summary: y/n find the diary of tom riddle and becomes curious when she finds that the diary is unlike any book shes encountered before as well as a man from the past who leaves her with even more questions.

[hpdabbles]

Your new story is awesome, Harry's out there creating his own life. Will Harry recognize Riddle as Voldemort? The theme is brilliant, people changing how the story was suppose to go is my favorite plot.

Harry is just about to pack up for the day when he noticed the man watching him. Well, a man was a bit of an exaggeration. If anything he looked about fourteen or fifteen.

He pretended he didn't notice him, carefully packaging his vases to safely transfer them through the forest's hidden tunnels.

If he checked on the knives hidden on his upper arm while he bent over the boxes well that was no one else business but his own. He doesn't know what the man wanted but if he meant him harm, then Harry wouldn't go down without a fight.

He may be overreacting no matter how intense the man's stare was it could have been just because he was dumbstruck by Harry's looks.

He got used to the stares. Harry never thought of himself as vain, but he wouldn't lie and claim this new body was unattractive. If he had looked like this in his old life, he would have made a killing as a child model.

Harry doesn't doubt that as soon as he finished puberty again he would be breathtaking. Secretly, as someone who always felt like he never quite looked alright, the idea of being that effortlessly beautiful was thrilling.

As it were, he had plenty of customers who were more interested in him than his product but Harry didn't mind. If it was good for business then that was all that mattered. He had the luck that his flowers could bloom whenever he wanted, but he still had to care for them and wait for them to grow. It was a lot of work and he wanted to get every coin he could for every hour spent.

He continued to close for the day, doing his best not to look at the man. He knew he was there because the heavy gaze never left his back. By the time he was ready to set out, the sun was just about to set, and the man had yet to move.

Harry concludes the man is another person who thinks him a non-human and was trying to follow him back. As much as the rumors are annoying as they are amusing Harry can't allow them to rest. He knows that in a world where fact-checking was a lot harder to do, rumors are a good means of misdirecting people's attention.

If he wanted to prepare for war, he needed to make sure that his plans weren't discovered until he was ready for them to be. Right now, Harry didn't even know how to wield a sword and if it came down to it, the emperor would easily have his knights execute him for high treason.

It's why he made the effort of mapping out all the hidden tunnels and clear them out before he even attempted to sell his flowers in the market. The back entrance built for the annex was forgotten because it was an underground labyrinth built right under the forest surrounding the castle and being the border between the commoner section of the capital. Harry theorizes it was originally built as an emergency exit and now it worked as a means for him to disappear when being trailed.

Harry carefully pushed his cart along aware the teenager watching him kept him in eyesight. He flickered his eyes to the windows he passed by, watching the teenager's reflection a few feet behind him.

He was handsome, in an almost perfect way. Something about his beauty set warning bells off in Harry's head. The same way a frog's skin could be colorful in a warning.

He walked faster, smiling at the town people that spotted him, even making a young girl of ten blush as he nodded his head at her.

Harry made it to the forest, and then he ran. Distantly he hears hiss swear but Harry, made a shaper turn over a cliff, sliding down the hidden pathway and placing some well-needed distance between them.

He didn't care that his flowers almost fell out of his cart, that the rope he was tugging them with burned in his hands, or that he really should start to exercise more since his legs were starting to burn.

All that mattered was that he got to the fake tree, where the entrance to the lake tunnel is located, before the teenager following him caught up. Harry barely made it, pushing the right branch down, which tugged the fake tree bark up and he slipped in. He just reset the bark, peaking out through a small crack when the teenager burst into the opening, panting heavily and looking around wildly.

The reflections had not done the other justice. He was handsome, with dark hair, dark eyes, and a wicked smile when he realized he lost track of Harry. He threw his head back and laughed, seemingly so amused that Harry wondered if he was insane.

"He got away!" The teenager said what appeared to be air but much to Harry's shock a snake rose out of his shirt collar to scoff.

"Of course he did! You were barely hunting this time." The snake said.  It sounded like she, maybe a woman of a young age, as she tasted the air. "He got away. I can't find a single trail."

"He knew I was following him. He knew it. And yet he was able to " The teenager said sounding...oldy excited. Harry felt his lips twitch, despite himself he thought the other was...cute. They would be the same age if Harry had been reborn at his correct age which was still hard to adjust to waking as four years younger. "I think I just found someone perfect for the open position of my husband."

"Tom Riddle, you know very well that you are already engaged." The snake scolded and the teenager huffed. Harry smother a snicker, founding the whole scene strange enough it was humorous.

"Only since my fool of a father insisted. But I'm sure that won't be a problem for long." He waved his hand and a vase Harry hadn't realized he had dropped, repaired itself from the shattered remains and then flew into his hands. "I'll find a way to rid myself of the useless fiancé and then I'll court this...florist."

"Court him? Why would you do that?"

"Teleportation magic is very advanced and if he can do it at his age, then he will be a great asset. Besides, he is as pretty as the flowers."

"All roses have thrones, Tom. This one won't hesitate to poison if he thinks he needs to. He has the taste of a predator"

"Even better."

"Tom, you are his prey"

"Nagini that is the reason this will be quite entertaining."

The blood in Harry's veins ran cold, erasing all humor in seconds. There was only one snake named Nagini that Harry knew of in this world.

The snake is familiar with the emperor.

But nowhere in the novel was it mentioned that Nagini could speak nor that the emperor was a boy named Tom Riddle. Maybe...she belong to the boy before Emperor Voldemort murdered him?

He was obvious magic, and the Emperor would eventually go on a crusade as a means to disguise his human experimentation on the magic users.

This Tom Riddle could have been one of the first, if not, the first to fall victim to Voldemort.

He watched the snake and the human bicker between themselves as the teenager left. In his arms was the green glass vase that Harry had secretly wanted to keep to himself due to the snake curling around the lion design that he got from a traveling merchant.

Just as Tom disappeared Harry swore to himself that he would protect him from Voldemort .

[wellpresseddaisy]

Long Ago (and far away)

Part 9

Everything had changed, and he didn't know how to integrate the new into the existing framework of his life. How did one balance a Bonded and a demanding job?

He'd bound himself before, to a cause, to an ideal, but never to a person. He'd never truly belonged to another in the way he did now. Not as property, no, but bound in responsibility, bound in mutual need. Mutual esteem? Could he hope even for that much?

How did one be a husband? He'd never expected any of this. Husbands weren't for him. Even at sixteen he knew he lived on the ragged edge of acceptable. It was only the Malfoys' backing that got him an apprenticeship, and even that was on the continent. But marriage…and such a traditional, contracted one at that, had never been something he regarded as his right. he'd convinced himself he never wanted it anyway, as the years of no offers (no interest at all) went by. 

No one of an Old Family wanted someone like him; he had a profession. A degree from Oxford or Cambridge would have been acceptable and gentlemanly. He, however, had apprenticed. He'd done demonstration work to earn a bit extra. His mother had left the protection of her home and Family to live in the non-magical world. He worked for his living. That would make him a non-starter for just about every family in the Sacred Twenty-eight.

Like an unthinking child, he'd let a handsome face and some kindness turn his head completely. How had he bound himself to such a stranger? His magic fair purred with contentment, like one of the neighborhood cats after yet another litter of kittens. One's magic behaving like a back-alley cat was not a comfort. Clearly there was some sort of magical disorder happening. He'd never felt like this before.

His hands shook as the world receded. How could he not feel his hands as he clasped them together? His ears rang continuously, sharp and piercing, overriding any other sound. It wouldn't do for anyone to see him so out of control. Had had to keep himself together. He wouldn't lose his composure publicly.

He barely felt Riddle's hand on his elbow. Why did the world look so gray?

"Severus? Are you...dear Merlin." Darius peered at his gray-faced and faintly wheezing bonded before starting into action. 

He wrapped an arm about Severus' shoulders and steered him into one of the side lanes. He looked up at the towering brickwork for the sign...Tansy Lane. That should work, provided the shops remained constant. He walked Severus briskly up the lane until he found what he was after. The Queensmark Tea House stood where he remembered, wedged between a secondhand bookshop and an herberie of questionable reputation. The bell on the door jingled as he opened it and steered Severus inside. Worryingly, Severus went where he was pointed without so much as a peep of protest.

The shop looked much the same as he remembered. The dark-stained, wide-planked floor held the same marks and dings from years of boots and chairs. The shutters over the front windows were closed, heightening the dim quiet, noise further muffled by the carved paneling cladding the lower half of the wall and the cream-painted plaster above. The ceiling, though, had been clad with copper to reflect the low-burning lamps hung from wall sconces. The chairs and tables stood crowded into the floor-space with cozy booths lining the walls. It was, as he'd expected, deserted at that time of morning.

Darius found a booth and settled Severus quickly before he wove through the chairs and tables to the counter and summoned up a smile for the young woman behind it. She was much younger than the servers he remembered, barely out of school, perhaps. Her bright dress and white apron were a beacon in the dimly lit shop.

"Could I trouble you for a cup of strong, sweet tea? My bonded has had a shock and is the worse for it." He gestured toward the booth. "We're in booth 30."

She sucked air in between her teeth when she craned her neck to see around him. 

"I'll have it right out, sir, quick as anything." She turned to the little range behind the counter and hooked a kettle onto it. "It'll just be a minute."

"Thank you, miss." He retreated to the booth, throwing propriety to the winds and sitting next to Severus. They'd have to put an advertisement in the papers. 

Several advertisements, actually, between his own existence and the bonding.

"We'll have tea for you in a moment, pet. Merlin, your hands are freezing." Even if Severus couldn't answer, he could take his poor lad's shaking hands in his and rub some warmth back into them.

He'd seen this look before; the blank, faraway stare he associated with soldiers and the Blitz. Darius knew only the barest outline of Severus' war experiences (and an even barer outline of his life in general), but he had a feeling this was more a man ill-used to anything remotely nice happening. He looked down at the click of mug on table and frowned.

"I'm sorry, miss, but I asked for tea, not chocolate." And looked up to a wand pointed straight at his heart.

"Who are you and what have you done to Professor Snape?" The counter girl demanded.

Darius opened his mouth to answer.

"Don't give me any bonding nonsense, either."

"We really are. Just this morning at Gringotts. If you'll allow me to raise my sleeve and the Professor's, I can show you." He didn't move, barely breathed as he waited.

"Move slowly and don't twitch your hand. Professor Snape was my Head of House. He tutors the older students in Defense." It was more threat than comment.

"I'm currently wandless." It was giving away a weakness, but perhaps? In any case, he forced his hands to steady while he gently pulled Severus' sleeve up, followed by his own.

She peered down at their matching bands. Her eyes widened as she took in the crest on his signet--a crest every Slytherin would know.

"You're…" she trailed off, paling, and holstered her wand. "You're really…and you..."

"Confirmed this morning, miss."

"Oh." She dropped heavily onto the seat opposite, slumping. Her dismay highlighted her youth. "Oh, I've really fucked it up this time."

"Eglantine Holyoaks Dunwoodie, mind your mouth." Severus came back to himself with a start and a scold.

Eglantine jumped, squeaking in alarm, and Darius had to cover his mouth to hide his amusement. She fairly shot upright, knocking her knee against the underside of the table in her haste to sit straight.

"Are you…" Darius trailed off, not quite knowing what to ask. Instinct shrieked at him to pet and coddle his young man, but he knew enough about Severus to know he'd pull back a stump if he tried any cosseting in public. Proud as a cat, Severus was.

"I find myself quite recovered, thank you." Severus shifted until he sat straight, folding his hands in his lap. "What brings you here, Miss Dunwoodie?"

"You're in my tea shop, Professor." She grinned proudly. 

"You were engaged?" It seemed a non-sequitor, but the girl just sniggered.

"Oh, that fell through so Dad gave me my dowry to do with as I pleased. Mum cut up rough about it until he said they could either spend the money on sending me to balls and parties that I hated and where I spent more time talking about seed cake with the catering staff than dancing or I could be allowed to do what I really wanted. Turns out being a dab hand at Potions translates to tea brewing."

"You haven't given up your research to work here, I hope." Severus leaned forward slightly, concern creasing his brow.

"Oh, no, sir. I bought the building when the previous owner wanted to sell up. I've a flat of my own and some rentals upstairs and a lab in the basement." She looked a bit smug. "I run the shop during the day, and I can tell you the tea served here was shocking before I took over, though the soup took a close second. Now, drink your nice chocolate and I'll bring you some soup. You look peaky, sir."

She departed quickly, leaving a gobsmacked Severus in her wake.

"Three years ago she'd barely look me in the eye." Severus murmured, but took a sip of his chocolate.

"You are recovered, Severus?" Darius took one of Severus' hands between his.

"I apologize for my…" Severus wouldn't look at him as he started.

"No, no apologies. You've had a difficult time of it and you've had more than your fair share of shocks today. You'll drink your chocolate and have some soup, and then we'll get you home," Darius decided.

"No." Severus' hand shook a bit as he disagreed. "I'd rather finish our errands today. You must have a wand."

He wanted most to get Severus somewhere safe and quiet, but he also didn't wish to be too high-handed. Everything had happened so quickly that they hadn't discussed anything relating to...well, what liberties Severus would allow him to take.

"If you're quite sure? You will tell me if you wish to leave at any time?" Darius pressed.

"I give you my word, sir." Severus promised, swallowing heavily.

"Here's your soup. It's split pea, made fresh this morning, with breadrolls." Eglantine set two bowls on the table, along with a faintly steaming cloth-covered basket and a crock of yellow butter. "And you're going to eat, or I'll be writing to Derry Halthorpe who'll write Mrs. Malfoy."

It was only through intense self discipline that Darius did not laugh at Severus' face. Finding your students no longer in awe of one was a shock to the system. Especially the ones who once treated one with great deference. Add in that said student seemed determined to manage one, and, well.

Severus took one of the bowls almost mechanically, good manners overcoming shock. "It looks delicious, Miss Dunwoodie."

"Thank you, Professor. Please don't be a stranger when you're in the Alley? I've got to reopen in a few minutes or I'd sit a moment." Eglantine took her leave, flicking her wand at the sign on the door to turn it to open as she went.

"I'm not entirely sure what just happened." Severus admitted, spooning up soup.

"Your students have grown up," Darius patted his hand gently and turned to his own lunch.

[oikiri]

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[rikaisaprincess]

Do you ever just look up characters ages for a fanfic and are utterly confused by age differences in the main charaters parents/ grandparents generation?