My Name Is Harry. I Have To Be Completely Honest, I’m Not Exactly Sure What To Put In This Letter.

Tom and Harry dont fuck with pet names like “baby,” it’s “the light of my life, the flame of my soul, my only and dearest kindred spirit” or nothing

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Naga Vee and a runaway Harry (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

do you think voldemort spent several years going around being all 'the T is silent' before just giving up?

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Everyone knows Tom Riddle is an odd child. Some may even say disturbed. Mrs. Cole warned Albus profoundly of the strange things the boy says and does. She seemed especially scared of the "voice" that young Tom hears. Albus is prepared for a monster, he in not prepared for a little boy to tell him that he's in love with the ghost in his room. He is even less prepared to see that said ghost is an unknown Potter. Well.....this is strange.

Aka Harry goes to the past after being killed in the Battle of Hogwarts, unhappy he's not corporeal anymore, and the muggles can't see him. Also, he's apparently haunting Tom Riddle against his will. Said Tom Riddle is convinced they're soul mates and won't hear anything otherwise.

Ghost!Harry: god I wish I was still corporeal

Young!Tom: I will make you an indestructible body so we can be together properly forever and ever

Ghost!Harry: oh…oh no thank you

But in all seriousness - this is a brilliant idea! You could twist it in a MOD way - that Harry might be the master of death but that only applies to his soul being everlasting. His body is still mortal and could be destroyed. In a way, it even mirrors what happened to Voldemort, turning into a wraith, only Harry remains sane and whole.

He’s yeeted back in time and, just out of curiosity, wanders by Wool’s Orphanage one day. No one can see him - he’s tried - and his ability to interact with the corporeal world is…spotty at best.

But then little Tom Riddle sees him, and Harry. Well. Harry is desperate to just talk to someone by this point. It’s been weeks, months, since he’s had a conversation and he can feel himself slipping into something else the longer he goes without human contact.

If Tom Riddle is his only link to humanity (the fucking irony chokes him sometimes), then so be it.

He sticks to the kid, trying to act as a kind of conscious. Trying to impart some good qualities, some restraint, to the future Dark Lord.

His efforts are - well, they’re not not working, so that’s got to count for something?

On Tom’s part, his obsession with keeping his ‘imaginary friend’ with him forever grows steadily by the day.

"Do I know you?" Harry asked the cloaked man in front of him.

The stranger looked down on him, his eyes narrowed, and it made Harry shiver in fear. His mind was telling him to run as fast as he could, but his heart told him to stay.

"Apparently not.”

“Oh… It’s just… you feel familiar to me,” Harry said, scratching the back of his neck. “Like I’ve known you all my life.”

“I can assure you. You mean nothing to me.” The stranger’s face twisted, almost in pure hatred.

Harry frowned. It’s obvious he’s telling the truth… and yet it didn’t feel like that for Harry. “I think a part of me loved you. Whoever I was before. I don’t remember anything. But I do know that you were special to me.” He smiled at the stranger. “I guess it’s better this way, isn’t it?”

The stranger paused. If he was shocked by the confession, he didn’t show it. 

Harry took the opportunity to walk away, fearing he made the man upset.

“Even without your memories, your presence still affects me, Harry.” He chanted a spell and waved his hand. Harry’s body was frozen. He had no control of his limbs. 

“I thought I meant nothing to you!” Harry shouted, voice full of panic.

“I thought so, too,” he said coldly, then knocked Harry out.

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happy birthday voldemort :3