through_the_echo
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
“You don’t work here,” he says, dragging his eyes up and down Harry’s body in a slow once-over. “I’d remember you.” Harry shuffles his feet and, for some reason, the movement makes the man smirk. Harry’s cheeks flame. Fuck this guy.
*
Tom Riddle might just be the most pompous, entitled, self serving man Harry has ever met. If only his attempts at seduction weren’t so effective. -
Tags
Summary
Orphaned and having no tolerance for Muggles, Harry arrives at Hogwarts a bitter boy. Unusually intelligent, he's recruited by both the Unspeakables and the Death Eaters at a young age. His loyalty, however, is not to the Ministry nor to the Death Eaters, but to the cause of bettering himself and becoming his own force in the Wizarding world.
As he grows older, he constantly has to struggle to keep his footing around a manipulative and bored Dark Lord who fancies mind games and questionable entertainment.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 468,150
- Chapters:
- 70/70
- Collections:
- 27
- Kudos:
- 3,095
- Bookmarks:
- 1,459
- Hits:
- 135,377
Bookmarked by through_the_echo
29 Jan 2026
Bookmarker's Tags:
Bookmarker's Notes
a classic. I love this fic so much and there’s nothing you can do to stop me
-
Tags
Summary
Harry Potter has been hiding in plain sight all his life, since he carries the soul-mark of Minister Tom Riddle on his arm—and a fulfilled soul-bond will double both partners’ power. His parents and godfather are fugitives, members of the Order of the Phoenix, and Harry is a junior Ministry official feeding the Order what information he can. No one, least of all him, expects Harry to come to the sudden notice of Minister Riddle, or be drawn into a dangerous game of deception.
Series
- Part 1 of Darkest Devotion
-
friend of the devil (a friend of mine) by shyinsunlight
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
09 Jan 2025
Tags
Summary
There’s something very unsettling about Tom Riddle.
Cedric can’t put a finger on it. Whether it’s the way he moves, all long limbs and eerie fluidity, the dissecting gaze he follows them with, or the way he speaks, with an accent that doesn’t match his manners. Maybe it’s how he drinks in Harry’s presence like a religious zealot, or how his eyes wander over Harry’s body as if he’s seen the skin and flesh underneath before.
-
Tags
Summary
There was another student here.
Tom recognized him vaguely—while transfer students were not necessarily uncommon due to the war, they were rare enough to at least make an impression. This particular transfer student was in his year, sorted into Ravenclaw after an impressively long hat stall. He looked like he might be descended from the Potter line, but he did not share the surname so his lineage was of no particular interest to Tom. Nothing about him was of particular interest to Tom, in fact, and yet here he stood, holding the book that Tom had come here to find.
It would be a good time to turn away. The Restricted Section was restricted for a reason—only books documenting extremely dangerous or extremely advanced magic were stored here.
Tom’s feet, however, suddenly felt as if they were made of lead. It wasn’t magic keeping him tied down, but something far more mysterious like curiosity or even fate. In any case, the delay was all it took for the Ravenclaw to lift his chin and meet Tom’s eyes.
This Ravenclaw, Tom realized, had eyes as blindingly green as the Killing Curse.