Thinking about an AU where Harry travels back to the first war with Voldemort when his parents are still alive. An AU where he is Voldemort's soulmate. An AU where you can't kill your soulmate. Thinking about Harry just fucking with Vee while knowing that.
(because in his time his Voldemort is dead, he was dead because he tried to kill Harry and it backfired. Because in his time Harry lost his other half and broke. That is why he time travels or was forced to travel back by Hermione and Ron because they could see that the loss of soulmate was slowly killing Harry.)
So imagine a fic where Voldemort and Harry are soulmates but Harry learns that after Voldemort dies. So he goes back to the past and start fucking with him out of spite but also protects him and slowly but surely ends up protecting the world.
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Harry wanted to hate Tom.
He wanted to look at the young teen and see glowing red eyes or pale, scaly skin. He didn't want to see Tom, he wanted to see Voldemort.
It would make his job easier.
Ever since Harry had been thrown back into the past, just barely passing as young enough for Hogwarts, he had only one thought to keep him going.
One life for thousands.
Tom had to die.
But, Harry knows, he'd already have killed the boy if he still viewed him as Voldemort and not as the smart ass kissing teenager he was. He just didn't. Couldn't, really.
Because again, this was Tom.
He had hazel brown eyes that shown even lighter in the sun and he was still pale but in a more godly, angelic way.
But more over, he really was just a boy, not fully hardened by the world, a concept that Harry was intimately familiar with.
Tom hadn't torn his soul apart yet, Tom still wore his Hogwarts uniform with a Prefects badge attached to it. He still was forced to charm teachers and study for tests he would no doubt pass with flying colors. He still sat in the Great Hall and ate dinners with his house mates.
He did the normal things too, things that may or may not have had Harry in a state of shock for various hours afterwards, things like swimming in the Great Lake and laughing lightly at jokes, attending Quidditch games and broadcasting house pride, occasionally writing in his diary and actually showing some facial expressions.
And, yes, he could still be cold and he could still be rude, but he was no wanna-be-god just yet and certainly not a Dark Lord.
In fact, Harry recalled the knowledge that Tom had wanted to go out for the DADA position before becoming Voldemort.
Harry thought he would be incredible as a teacher if the way he directed the younger years was anything to go by.
He also thought that he shouldn't be thinking about Tom's future. If Harry's plan was to come to fermentation (which it totally was), Tom wasn't going to even have one.
Harry wanted to hate Tom. He wanted to think of him as the man who killed his parents, the man who raised an army and started a war, the monster who ruined his life.
But Harry didn't. Couldn't.
So he roamed the corridors of Hogwarts a few more times pretending he wasn't in his early twenties and wished desperately that Ron and Hermione were there with him, that he had actually gone through with his plan instead of becoming buddy buddy with Tom, the boy that was the furthered thing from Voldemort in his eyes.
He wished, but he didn't regret.
Because Tom was whole and just a boy, happy and ambitious, young and ready to take on the world.
And while Harry just couldn't kill him, he would do anything to prevent Tom becoming Voldemort.
Harry would die if he ever hated Tom.
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i need a fluffy story of harry getting his father's cloak and then rushes to tell tom about it. tom being the devious child he is ofc starts plotting on what he can do with the cloak. but he asks harry if he can borrow it cause that's what a good best friend does and harry says yes and also quotes 'wouldn't it be more fun with the both of us?' tom's tiny crush grows bigger asdfghjkl
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I have three modes of reading
Dont read
Read a 500 page book in a day
Read only fanfiction until my eyeballs drop out of my skull from exhaustion
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