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Harry Potter is sixteen, newly-moved into Grimmauld Place with his godfather, and feeling an inexplicable urge to return to the Chamber of Secrets—when Tom Riddle appears.
Tom Riddle, fifteen, pulled from the middle of the London Blitz. Handsome, looking far too hungry, skin streaked with soot and blood. With an irritating poorly-hidden Cockney accent, and a mind already too sharp for his own good.
Dumbledore probably wants him dead. Harry almost does, too. But not anymore.
(“All suffering is a ledger, Tom, and the world tallies without conscience; don’t be bad, now, because only the vigilant may ever read it. Don’t be bad now, Tommy.”)
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On October 31, 1981, a piece of the Dark Lord Voldemort's soul was ripped away from the whole and found a new home within his mortal enemy, the infant named Harry James Potter. What he never expected was that the child, raised so tenderly until then by his parents and their closest friends, would be brimming with the one thing he had always scorned - love. Unable to resist its siren call, that tiny sliver of soul found itself slowly healing, and nearly ten years later experienced a very strange rebirth.
Now a child once more, Tom Riddle sets out to make a new life for himself - one that includes ensuring Harry is healthy, happy, and by his side. Unfortunately, his older self, the broken remains of Lord Voldemort, still lurks in the shadows.
Edit 19/2/25: Some minor changes to formatting and title setup. No major plot changes or anything, just tweaks.
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It wasn't the Dying that scared him, it was the Returning.
Or- Tom Riddle is reborn.
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Moody reclined in his chair, his prosthetic scratched over the floor. “What year is it, Riddle.”
It wasn’t phrased like a question, maybe that was why Tom finally answered.
“September.” Tom clipped out coldly. “1942. You know this.”’
Harry inhaled so sharply he choked on his spit. He hurriedly turned away, hacking and wheezing as he nearly asphyxiated on his own saliva.
“Yeah,” Moody grimaced with a slight disgruntled noise hidden in his tone, “that’s a problem.”Or
Tom Riddle, 15 years old, in the middle of the London Blitz suddenly finds himself in a future with no allies, resources, information, and everyone he knows treats him with enough restraint to not murder him on the spot. It takes a lot to truly ruin a human being, to rot them so thoroughly even fruit flies avoid the stench. Tom doesn't want this bullshit, Tom only wants to-
'Please God, let me live. -
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When Harry finds Tom Riddle's diary he does not write 'Hello.' He does not write anything at all. He draws. Tom Riddle falls in love with the artwork.
_________________Sketch by sketch, drawing by drawing, the ink Harry pours into the diary manifests as creations in Tom's monochrome world.
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- Part 1 of Soul-Stained Masterpieces