#potter manor

[gegshshsbsbbsba]

i fully and wholeheartedly believe that effie got to know all of the marauders and made them their own rooms in potter manor and no one can tell me otherwise

like she got to know all of them and their interests and put up wallpapers and posters

[jfleamont]

Potter Manor

A while ago I came across these pictures, which I soon discovered were taken at the Wightwick Manor in Wolverhampton, UK, and they gave me an idea of what the Potter Manor might have looked like.

It's warm and welcoming, cosy but spacious; still, you can clearly tell that it's the home of a wealthy family, and it has some similarities with the Gryffindor common room. This is where I envision James growing up, where Fleamont and Euphemia spent their days, where Sirius finally felt at home.

[ellecdc]

I’m cbbh who all lived in the potter manor?

*if you couldn’t tell I’m in love and just like knowing things

and I'm in love with telling you things! Thanks for asking (I could talk about these guys forever)

James, Lily + their three kids Harry, Jasmine & Posie

Sirius, Vix + their five kids Draco, Aurora, Lyra, Leo & Stella (eventually Theo Nott)

Remus & Regulus

so fourteen (+1) people lived in the Potter Manor, and they also hosted homeschooling for the kids in the Order & their friends/family (i.e., Weasley kids, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood) before they were old enough to go to Hogwarts

[in-flvx]

Potter Manor! Must know what that WIP means! 👀👀👀👀👀

Yes Hi Hello!!!

I've already given a little look into it here so you get a snippet:

This place makes him feel like a child, but not helpless like he feels at work sometimes, or around his elderly parents, or even his own son sometimes. The manor makes him feel invincible, immortal, cared for. Between Hogwarts and this place, he and his friends had spent more time in Scotland than in their respective corners of the UK, and James had loved every second of it.

His father had taught him to fly here, on this very landing strip, with beautiful vintage planes. Euphemia had instilled the love for photography in Remus here as well. A love that he made into his profession. Peter had taken to journaling their adventures, and ended up as a journalist.

This place was magical, and no one would ever be able to prove James wrong about this.

There is a car waiting for him at the small hangar, but James doesn't hurry to get to it.

The driver is leaning against the car, smoking.

He looks entirely unbothered by the world. And entirely too cool too. His black hair lays over his shoulder, gathered in a braid, a small silver ring blinks in his ear, and he has a blase look on his face.

[rosemarycrowley]

They put the walking disaster on baking duty again

-casual weekends at the potter household include preventing Sirius from burning the kitchen to ashes

[theliliesofwatersedge]

Question- what the fuck happened to the Potter Manor??

Because thanks to Fleamont Potter (and the very long wizarding bloodline of the Potters) there would have had to have been a Manor in their name as that is something we see as  very common amongst pureblood or/and wealthy wizarding families. But where is it? Seriously. Dumbledore was basically in charge of Harry and never mentioned or told him how he is in fact entitled to an entire mansion!!!!!!!! Furthermore, I doubt James Potter would sell his family home as well, I think they would have kept the estate for when the war would hopefully end as James had a VERY close connection to his parents.

[ashleigghh]

Day 25- presents, 466 words. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!

The Potter manor was notorious for being a haven for anyone and everyone, a safe place away from danger and away from the clutches of horrible family members. In the long time it has been standing on the vast fields it has housed many, and taken in more children than have been born into it. 

The Potters are wonderful, welcoming, supportive people who have the ability to open their hearts to every single person they meet, loving them even if it's hard too. 

This is why, even though Euphemia and Fleamont Potter only had one son, they have 12 people they treat as their own staying for a Christmas break. They fill up seven of the otherwise empty bedrooms and warm the entire house with laughter and joy, running through the corridors like little kids and clinging to the presence of their parental figures. 

There wasn’t a single day where Euphemia was alone in the garden or the library, there was always someone joining her to help and to talk. Fleamont had to place a limit on the number of people allowed in his potions room, and they would push and bicker over who got to go in. They would all cram into the large kitchen in the evenings, creating several dishes and sides, absolute carnage as they all needed the ingredients and utensils. 

It was chaos, and rather difficult to keep up with at times, you could step out of the room for 10 seconds and come back to a scene so different you’d wonder if you had time travelled. It was chaos, yes, there’s no denying that, but it was the most wonderful time of the year, and everyone loved it.

It did, however, mean that there was a copious amount of shopping that needed to be done, they went through so much food daily that they needed to shop practically twice a day to keep up, and the amount of presents that would end up covering their tree needed to be found and wrapped, decorated beautifully to show their love for the celebration. 

With fourteen people all buying gifts for the others they end up with a staggering amount of presents. It had calmed down slightly after the first year with nearly two hundred gifts under the tree and people were more inclined to get a gift for the couples and give partners gifts privately, but it was still very excessive. 

There is very little Euphemia wouldn’t do for these people, they may not be her children biologically but she’ll be damned if they aren’t shown the love, care and respect they deserve, and she is more than willing to provide that. She loves them as if they are her own, and when presented with the opportunity to spoil them, she takes it.

[reggie-black-is-my-gender]

Fics where Fleamont and Effie have a cute relationship and act like teenagers and dance in the living room make me warm and fuzzy inside

[house-of-lefay]

Middle of the night at Potter Manor

James, yawning: Hey.

Regulus: Can't sleep?

James: How'd you know?

Regulus, simply: Because you're awake.

[uncertainwallflower]

I CAN’T LOVE HIM Chapter 4: Convivial Company

Sirius's shoulders slackened. He didn't respond. He picked up a small, rectangular mirror from his bedside table and slid it into his pocket, nestling beside his wand. He clicked his trunk shut, grabbed the handle roughly and made his way out of the room. He stopped, and half turned towards Regulus, avoiding his younger brother's eyes.

AO3 WATTPAD

[suzyq31]

Maybe Tomorrow Chapter 1: Preview

Just wanted to drop a snippet from Chapter 1! It will be posted by November 2nd in full on archive.

Somehow in a blink it was the day before Christmas Eve. Harry looked over at Hermione, her sleeves rolled up and wand shoved in a messy bun as she surveyed her progress on removing the dated wallpaper in the master bedroom. 

Hermione had pointed out with excitement all the lovely features of the room that had gone over his head; all he had seen was a large room with a fairly impressive four poster bed and matching wood furniture. She saw so many more details, the crystal light fixture, the bay window seat overlooking the garden, crown moulding and hardwood floors “with lots of potential.”

There was also a master bath with a deep clawfoot tub that Hermione eyed longingly. He made a note that it would be the next room to return to its former glory.

The bedding was in the ancient washing contraption that had clearly once been run by tiny house elves. Hermione’s eyebrows had furrowed when they found the headquarters but she had said nothing. He already knew he wouldn’t be employing a house elf himself. 

“Do you want to sleep up here tonight?” he asked, eyeing the stripped but now clean bed. 

He turned to face her again when she didn’t reply.

“Together?” she finally answered. Eyebrows drawn in confusion.

His stomach dropped, not realising what that had sounded like, and he felt his cheeks heat. “Er—no…I meant…would you want to stay up here? It’s got er—a proper bed and I just thought—”

Her smile widened as he fumbled awkwardly.  He sighed, and rubbed the back of his head.

“I was trying to be a gentleman.”

“An excellent attempt.”

He rolled his eyes, but a grin tugged at his lips. “I try.”

“Honestly, I’d rather sleep downstairs—I don’t fancy being up here on my own,” she told him, pushing a curl behind her ear before her eyes met his. “Unless…of course, if you want to be up here. I’ll be absolutely fine on my own in the living room or—”

He shook his head. “No. No. I get it. I…I prefer that to.”

Her lips pressed together knowingly. “It will get easier, right?”

“Yeah. It’s bound to.”

She gave him a small smile before she focused back on the wallpaper. 

Hours passed and the room was already brighter, the afternoon light filtering through the now white curtains. Cool air came through, carrying the smell of winter and pine. 

Hermione sat with her reheated tea cradled in her hands on the cushion of the window seat. She’d told him she’d grown up with one in her childhood bedroom and had always loved reading there. Harry thought if he was to assign rooms to his friends, this one would be hers. Although he knew she would refuse and insist it was his. 

Harry did love the room. A warmth seemed to enter his chest whenever he crossed the threshold. 

He leaned against the solid four poster bed. “Anything interesting out there?”

She tore her eyes away from the back garden and smiled. “I think I may have seen a fox disappear into the trees. Hard to tell at this distance and with the sun.” She glanced back at the window. “It’s spectacular, you can see nothing but trees for miles.”

Harry hummed in agreement. There was a nearby village and a few other estates tucked away, but she was right, they were surrounded by so much wildness. It reminded him a bit of Hogwarts which was a comfort. He appreciated that it was nothing like the overlapping houses of Privet Drive.  

The contented silence was disrupted by a loud growl coming from his best friend.

“Was that a fox?” he teased.

Her cheeks went pink as one of her hands went to her stomach.

“No. I suppose I’ve worked up an appetite.”

“Pizza or Indian?” he asked, straightening and heading towards the door.

“I think pizza tonight. I want something with cheese—and olives.”

Harry reached for the door handle. A twist, nothing, even when he applied more force, nothing.

He groaned. “It’s happening again.”

Hermione sighed and muttered something under her breath. She came to stand next to him, arm brushing against his as she pulled out her wand.

“Alohomara,” she murmured.

After a long, tense minute, there was a soft click.

“Has that been happening all month?” she asked, brow furrowed.

“No. Just the last few days.”

It was the third time the two of them had found themselves locked in a room with one another. Another reason they had begun carrying their wands even to the toilet. Luckily the one time they’d been wandless, he’d crawled through the window of the living room and grabbed his wand.

“That’s so odd,” she replied, with a shake of her head.

“I mean…worse than having staircases that move on you?”

A snort of laughter escaped her and she reached for the door, opening it easily. 

[florenceafternoon]

Potter manor is an emotion, actually

[ladypearl333]

pov: you weren’t in class today

slytherin boys!reader

(includes theo, draco, mattheo, blaise, and enzo)

warnings: mention of cigarettes & potentially suggestive content?

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theo nott:

draco malfoy:

mattheo riddle:

blaise zabini:

lorenzo berkshire:

thank you for reading!!!!!

*i need a way for you guys to send in requests but idk how to set that up on my page:’(

[peachipies]

spring day at the manor 🌷

[in-flvx]

WIP tag: potter manor 🩷🩷

Yes hi hello <3 Potter manor is going to be another long fic and I'm really not all that sure when it will come out. But it is a muggle au, in which Sirius didn't attend school with the others, and only meets them years later, when he starts to work as a seasonal staff member, at Potter manor. Starting with him will be his old roommate (at Paris at the time, where they attended culinary school together) Snape - the two despise each other, who has his own reasons to work there, that are not only about earning money. Also there: CEO of Sleek-Eazy, owner of the manor, airplane enthusiast and playboy James Potter; PHD candidate and single mother (with James' child) Lily Evans; Free-lance wildlife photographer, childhood friend of James, with epilepsy and a bit of a hypocritical stance on wealth Remus Lupin; Journalist on vacation Mary MacDonalds; Sports journalist childhood friend of James Peter Pettigrew; and also Hagrid: farmer, and both ex-client and ex-partner of Sirius. And others.

[7s3ven]

LAST CHRISTMAS. tom riddle

( master list )

IN WHICH… Tom can’t fall in love, he shouldn’t be able to fall in love. So why does he love Y/N L/N with her yellow robes, doe eyes, and her obsession with snow so much that he’d kill anyone in his path to get to her?

Minor warnings : Not proof-read, kind of long, dark Tom Riddle, somewhat yandere

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“It may be hard to believe, but there was a time where Voldemort loved someone. He was young… barely eighteen. He loved her so much… that he would kill for her. So he did. He killed every boy interested in her and every girl who tormented her. And then he turned on her. Nobody knows what happened to sweet Y/N L/N. Maybe he killed her, maybe she got away… or maybe she stayed with him and let him taint her heart.

He was a boy who knew nothing of real love while she was a girl who wanted nothing but that.”

Tom couldn’t fall in love. He physically shouldn’t be able to fall in love. He wouldn’t let himself to fall in love. He would not allow himself that wretched moment of weakness his peers all seemed to suffer from.

Every day it was always, “Riddle, will you go out with me?” His answer was always no yet these lovesick girls never learned. They all flocked to him like annoying seagulls to a single, lonely chip.

“Excuse me,” A hand suddenly tapped Tom’s shoulder. He turned around, almost glowering at the girl in front of him. Before he could reject her, she spoke up. “You, uh, left this, Riddle.”

Of course, she knew his name but he didn’t know her’s.

She held out Tom’s precious diary and he was quick to snatch it out of her grip. He observed it, narrowing his eyes slightly before he subtly nodded. “Thank… you…” The words felt strange rolling off his tongue. He had never thanked anybody. He hesitated because he didn’t know her name.

“Y/N L/N.” She uttered, smiling.

“What?”

“My name is Y/N L/N. You seemed confused… so I thought you didn’t know me.”

Tom’s eyes flickered to the prefect badge pinned proudly to her robe. He arched an eyebrow. “You… you’re a prefect?” He questioned. He had never seen her at the meetings, which was strange because he noticed everyone.

“Yeah. Head girl.” Y/N beamed again, hardly offended by the fact that Tom didn’t know her despite them being counterparts.

Tom found it strange how he didn’t know her. He was supposed to considering she was the head girl. Tom observed her, staring at Y/N’s Hufflepuff uniform and the yellow ribbons intertwined with her braided hair.

“Right.” Tom muttered, clearing his throat.

“It was a pleasure talking to you, Riddle. I’ll see you around.” Y/N was the first to walk away. Tom wasn’t used to that because normally, he did that. He stared at Y/N’s back, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Everybody was frightened by Tom’s cold demeanour, but not Y/N. She had approached him so casually without a second thought.

Tom shook his head, sighing under his breath. “Hufflepuffs.”

The next time Tom stumbled upon Y/N was when she had been cornered by three Slytherin girls. He recognized the ringleader as the girl he had rejected last week.

“Stay away from Tom.” The silver-haired girl grumbled, invading Y/N’s personal space. Y/N didn’t seem at all phased. She just smiled as she stared into the girl’s bright blue eyes.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Y/N questioned, innocently tilting her head to the side.

“Just stay away from Tom, got it?” The Slytherin girl repeated, her glare hardening.

Tom cleared his throat from behind the trio, making his presence known. “Is there a problem here?” He asked, arching an eyebrow.

The trio of Slytherin girls instantly recognized his voice. “Riddle!” The ringleader exclaimed, jumping. She nervously smiled. “We were just helping L/N here. She needed help with… uh…” She trailed off, her eyes wildly darting around.

“Her makeup!” One of her friends piped up, “She likes a boy and wanted our help!”

The third girl quickly nodded and grabbed Y/N by the shoulders, pushing her forward. “Isn’t she pretty? Imagine how pretty she would be with makeup!”

Tom’s stare hardened. He glanced down at Y/N, his lips pressed into a thin line. “She’s pretty enough as is.” He spoke, reaching out to grasp a strand of Y/N’s hair. “Well, I’ll be needing her. Prefect business, you understand?” Tom ripped Y/N from the girl’s grasp and led her down the long, winding hallway.

“Do you always have to deal with those pests?” Tom questioned, looking at Y/N once more.

“They aren’t that bad. They were worse in first year.” She smiled but that didn’t comfort Tom.

“You shouldn’t let them push you around. I’ll talk to them and make sure they never bother you again.” Tom furrowed his eyebrows.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.” Y/N uttered, but Tom didn’t hear her. He was already walking off, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. Y/N frowned. “I hope he doesn’t kill them… he looks like the type.”

Y/N sighed, shaking her head. “No. He wouldn’t murder anybody. He’s the head boy.” She walked off in the opposite direction, quietly humming under her breath, unknown to the horrors Tom was committing with his damn pet snake.

Y/N strutted into the Great Hall, ready to eat dinner and gossip about useless things with her friends. But when she approached her companions, she was overwhelmed with their questions.

“Y/N, did you hear about the attacks?”

“I heard those three Slytherin bullies were targeted.”

“Well, they kind of deserved it. It’s not like they’re fully dead. They’re just stone.”

Y/N sat down, confused. “What happened?” And asked, tilting her head to the side.

Bella was the first to explain. “You know those three Slytherin girls who are always picking on you? They were all found turned to stone.” She looked around to make sure nobody was listening before she leaned forward and whispered, “The professors say it wasn’t a hex so they don’t really know what to do.”

“Oh… that’s…” Y/N couldn’t muster up any words. She glanced over at Tom, who was drinking out of his golden goblet. He locked eyes with her and his lips twisted into a cruel smirk.

“Did they find the perpetrator?” Y/N questioned, looking at Bella.

“No. I heard a few students talking about some sort of chamber but I wasn’t close enough to hear anything else.”

For the rest of dinner, Y/N was distracted by the way Tom kept glancing over at her. She felt a sick feeling in her stomach and she tried to convince herself that Tom played no part in this whole mess.

“I think I’m going to go to bed early.” Y/N stiffly smiled as she drank the last of her water from her cup.

Y/N quickly stood up, speed-walking out of hall. She heard someone following her and she spun around, hoping it wasn’t Tom. Luckily, it wasn’t.

It was a Gryffindor boy with messy black hair and stunning blue eyes. He grinned at her. “Y/N L/N, right?”

She slowly nodded.

“Listen, I’ve been interested in you for a while and I don’t want you to feel inclined to accepting my offer, but I would love if you would come to Hogsmeade with me.”

Y/N awkwardly smiled. “Ah, sorry, I’m a little busy. Maybe next time?” She suggested, trying to brush past the boy. But he grasped her wrist

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“You heard her the first time. She’s busy.” Tom had walked to stand behind the boy, towering over him with a mean glare.

“Right.” The Gryffindor thickly swallowed, “I’ll be on my way, then.” He scurried off, almost tripping over his robes.

“You didn’t have to scare him off.” Y/N murmured as she spared Tom a look before resuming her walk to the Hufflepuff common room. Tom followed after her, which unsettled Y/N.

She should have been placed in Gryffindor with how brave she was to eventually confront Tom. “What did you do with those Slytherin girls?” She softly inquired.

She heard Tom chuckle. “I didn’t do anything. Trust me.”

“It’s a bit hard to trust you when you smirked at me like that.” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows.

“I never touched those girls. I merely gave them a warning before leaving them. And next thing I know, they were turned to stone. Some Ravenclaw first year found them.”

Y/N stared into Tom’s eyes, looking for any indication that he was lying. It was a bit hard to read him considering he barely had any emotions. But there was a gleam in his usually blank eyes.

“Okay.” She whispered, despite not fully believing him.

Tom had ended up walking Y/N to her common room and she politely nodded. “Good night, Riddle.”

“Call me Tom. Good night, Y/N.”

Rowan, the poor Gryffindor boy who had asked Y/N out, was the next target. Though, he wasn’t found turned to stone. His body was entirely mutilated and Y/N took pity on the third year girl who had discovered his body in the bathroom.

Y/N sat with Bella, pushing her food around on her silver plate. On instinct, she glanced at Tom. He had that same infuriating smirk and this time, he slightly raised his goblet. His actions made his friends laugh.

“I’m leaving for class early. See you at lunch, Bella.”

Her friend hummed, too busy staring at a boy from across the room to notice Y/N’s uneasiness.

Y/N stiffened as she saw Tom stand up out of the corner of her eye. She tried to speed walk away but he easily caught up to her.

“What did you do do him?” She asked, referring to Rowan. He had no enemies and Tom was the only person Y/N could think of. After all, the head boy hadn’t seemed too pleased to see Y/N talking with Rowan.

“Accusing me again? There’s an actual murderer on the loose and instead, you’re pointing fingers at me?” Tom let out a small scoff while Y/N silently stared up at him. “I’m head boy. Do you really think I would decapitate a body?”

“Nobody said anything about the body being decapitated.”

“I saw it. As head boy, I was at the scene.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes while Tom mentally cursed at his mistake. Hufflepuffs were usually easy to gaslight, but not Y/N. And that annoyed Tom.

“They’re still observing the body but I wouldn’t be walking alone if I were you. This attacker seems to be targeting people who are,” Tom took a step closer to Y/N, “All alone.”

Tom cunningly grinned as he shrugged. “Enjoy your walk, Y/N.”

Y/N didn’t want to take any chances with Tom since he was her prime suspect. But if he was the murderer, why wasn’t she his next victim? She was alone and the castle was deserted. Now would be the perfect time.

Tom chuckled as the cogs in Y/N’s head started moving. He was going to strut away from the Hufflepuff but Y/N was quick to grab his sleeve.

“Walk me to class.” She demanded. For the first time in a long time, Tom felt his cheeks heat up. And strange enough, he felt a jolt of lightning pass through his body when Y/N’s grasped him.

He concealed those odd emotions. “With pleasure.”

Potions was their first class. Usually, Gryffindors and Slytherins were put together but this year the school decided to mix it up. Classes were now decided on a student’s academic record. And lucky for Tom, all of his courses were with Y/N. Never had he been so glad that one of his peers had almost beaten him for the spot of top student.

Y/N tried to sit away from Tom but he dragged her to a table near his friends. She nervously sat down, tapping her foot against the floor.

She could feel someone burning holes into her back with their glare and Y/N looked over her shoulder, locking eyes with a Ravenclaw girl. She sneered at Y/N.

The H/C-haired teenager slowly turned her head to look at her textbook, but her peace was short lived when a cauldron came crashing down on her head.

It hit her with such force that her head jolted forward and slammed against the wooden table. A sickening crack was heard and the class went silent.

Tom and his friends were the first to react. Avery lifted Y/N and helped her sit up. Her nose was heavily bleeding and the crimson liquid dribbled down her chin, staining the pages of her new and crisp book.

Malfoy held his hands underneath her chin to catch most of the blood while Avery dapped at Y/N’s nose with the sleeve of his robe.

Rosier grabbed the cauldron, slamming it back down in front of the Ravenclaw. At that very moment, Professor Slughorn entered.

He observed the bizarre scene, effortlessly piecing everything together. “Tom, my boy, please escort Miss L/N to the hospital wing. You may bring Mr Avery and Mr Malfoy with you. Rosier, Mulciber, Nott, Lestrange, I want a full explanation of what happened.” Slughorn turned to the Ravenclaw, “Miss Li, I will also require your explanation.”

Hyehi Li, the girl who had thrown the cauldron at Y/N’s head, was gone. She was found by the Ravenclaw Quidditch up on the roof, impaled onto a sharp spear. The students of Hogwarts were growing restless. Parents wanted to collect their kids but the murderer could be anybody, staff or student. Therefore, it was imperative that the professors worked fast to track the attacker down.

Y/N sat in her dorm, thinking to herself. All of the people attacked were connected to her. The three Slytherin girls had bullied her, Rowan had somewhat flirted with her, and Hyehi had injured Y/N. And Tom was there to witness all three incidents.

There wasn’t anybody else who could be doing these things. Y/N was also aware of Tom’s fascination with the dark arts.

It was Christmas Eve and since the school couldn’t technically hold the students in the castle over the holiday, they had no choice but to let them go.

Y/N’s parents were on a trip right now, so she had to stay behind. Not many students wanted to stay at Hogwarts, but Y/N knew Tom and his posse would be roaming the halls.

She was nervous to walk out of the common room, but she was hungry, even at this time when it was close to midnight, and the kitchen was so close.

“L/N!” A voice Y/N didn’t recognize suddenly called out. She turned around, watching a Slytherin boy jog towards her. She recognized him as a year below her.

“Ah… you shouldn’t be talking to me, it’s not safe.” Y/N had come to the conclusion that any boy or girl who teased or flirted with her was in serious trouble if Tom ever found in.

“Why? I just wanted to say happy Christmas Eve. And thanks for helping me with my homework this year. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

Y/N stiffly smiled and nodded her head. “You’re welcome. Good bye.” Y/N wanted to leave but the boy blocked her path.

“Do you have anybody to celebrate Christmas with? You’re always welcome in the Slytherin common room. Riddle seems to have taken a liking to you.”

Speak of the devil, Y/N could hear Avery’s loud laughs from just around the corner. And where Avery was, Tom and his friends were sure to follow.

Y/N’s eyes slightly widened. “Please leave me alone… for your sake.” She whispered, trying to brush past him. But the boy didn’t seem to sense the urgency in Y/N’s voice as he grabbed her shoulder just as Tom came into sight.

A feeling of dread overcame Y/N as Tom approached the pair. “Onyx.” He greeted the boy by the last name. “What business do you have with Y/N?”

Onyx, as oblivious as ever, smiled. “I was just thanking her for helping me. And I was going to invite her to spend Christmas in the Slytherin chamber.”

Tom narrowed his eyes as he slowly nodded. “… I see. We’ll have to finish decorating the tree then. Come on.” Tom guided Onyx with a firm hand on his back. Y/N’s breath trembled and finally having had enough of being connected to all the murders, she silently followed Tom and his friends and Onyx.

There was a loud bang and as Y/N peeked around the corner, she almost gasped. Avery, the supposed sweet boy who had helped her with her bloody nose, had just knocked Onyx out cold.

“Let’s get this over with quickly. I have some matters to attend to.” Tom pulled out his wand, pointing the tip at Onyx. “Avada Kedavra.” There was a blinding flash of green light and then all was still.

Y/N stumbled back. She quickly sprinted off, making sure to be quiet and not leave anything behind. She burst into the Hufflepuff common room and began to wildly knock on every door.

“Why is no one here?!” She exclaimed, pounding her fist against the wall. “The headmaster and Slughorn are gone too! And Dumbledore- Wait, I can tell Dumbledore!”

She rushed to the exit but crashed into a tall figure. She fell back, hitting her head.

“You didn’t think you would actually get away, did you?” It was just Tom this time. His friends were nowhere to be seen.

Y/N scrambled back but Tom easily outstretched a hand, grabbing her collar and pulling her up. “I got you a gift.” He said, handing Y/N a narrowly wrapped present as soon as the clock struck midnight.

“If it’s part of a body, I don’t want it.”

Tom merely smiled. “Open it and find out.”

Y/N opened the lid a tiny bit, jumping when she saw a pure white snake inside. It hissed and bared it’s sharp fangs at her.

“Sweet dreams, amour.” Tom uttered, stepping forward and knocking the present out of Y/N’s grasp. The box fell and the snake swiftly slithered over to Y/N’s ankle. “I love you.”

He harshly pressed his lips to Y/N’s just as the snake opened its mouth and sank its fangs into her flesh.

“Is this really the best way to do it?” Avery questioned as him and Lestrange pulled a wooden plank from their dorm floor. “We could just hide her dead body in a closet. Though, eventually, her corpse is going to rot and stink.”

Tom, from his position on his bed, tilted his head to the side. “Who said anything about her being dead?”

Nott arched an eyebrow and laughed. “She’s not actually alive, is she? Because stuffing her in there would be cruel.”

“Since when did you care about being cruel?” Tom retorted, “To be honest, I’m not actually sure whether she’s dead or not. I checked her pulse and there was none but her heart is still beating. It’s… strange. And fascinating.”

Tom’s lips curled into a smirk.

Y/N was shoved beneath the floor boards right next to Tom’s bed. He lay down, closing his eyes and listening to the dull thumping beat of Y/N’s heart.

All that happened last year. Y/N’s body was never found and Hogwarts lost a bright student. Tom’s friends could never hear Y/N’s heartbeat but Tom could.

He heard it at night when he was cramming in some late night study.

He heard it when he was kissing another girl in his bed and it reminded him of who his heart belonged to.

He heard it as he descended into a dark madness that not even Dumbledore could stop.

And he heard it as he yelled the very same spell he had yelled at Onyx on that fateful night at Harry Potter. Up in the castle, Y/N’s body still lay shoved deep under.

As Tom Riddle, now known as Voldemort, faded into nothing, he could hear Y/N’s heartbeat get louder and louder and he was reminded of what he had done to the sweet Hufflepuff.

That was her last Christmas and she had spent it under the floor, dead but not fully, never to be found or seen or heard from again.

“Last Christmas, I gave you my heart… but the very next day you stuffed it underneath the floorboards with the rest of my corpse until the sound of my heartbeat intensified your descent into madness.”