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Closer by anarchynights
Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types
11 Feb 2019
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Steve could do nothing but watch as they got closer.
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When a Voldemort in his thirties encounters a time-travelling, seventeen-year-old Harry Potter, he makes a dangerous—and hilarious—assumption. He assumes that Harry is his son. And his son, of course, deserves the very best.
A confused Harry plays along for the sake of self-preservation, but living with his “father” is proving to be intolerable in more ways than one.
“You are mine,” Voldemort said gently, and smiled when Harry flinched. So the boy did know Voldemort, after all. He knew Voldemort was to be feared. “I will look after you, my own.”
“I don’t belong to you,” Harry spat, despite his fear. Oh, what a delight he was! He was no cowering, simpering sycophant, like Voldemort’s other followers; no, this child had a spine of steel. Not many could stand before Voldemort without quailing.
“You are my son,” Voldemort declared. “Of course you belong to me. Your every cell, your every fibre, your every heartbeat. You are mine in flesh and blood and soul. You are mine in magic. And you will not deny me.”
Now with Chinese, Korean, Russian and Portugese translations, and featuring art by Mona and Hypnodisc!
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- Part 4 of Tomarrymort Stories
- Part 3 of Daddymort
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During the Battle of Hogwarts, Tom and Harry get stuck in the Mirror of Erised, an alternate world where Harry works as a cook and Tom is a mechanic, and they are dating. They grew up together in an orphanage and have been inseparable ever since. Although they don’t remember anything, Harry has nightmares about Voldemort. As they slowly begin to remember, the mirror shatters, sending them back to the real world, where they find themselves in the midst of a battle, but now with a lifetime of memories of loving each other.
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“Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!”
“Stand aside, you silly girl… stand aside, now”.
And Lily Potter stepped aside.
Voldemort stared at her.
“... Is this some sort of trick?” he asked softly.
“No". Her voice was flat, lifeless. “You already killed James... If you let me live, then you can have Harry”.
Voldemort’s lip curled - not in amusement, but disgust. His own mother had died for him. Pathetic, yes, sentimental and foolish - but she had chosen to die so that he could live. Lily Potter wasn’t even choosing to care. Surely the child of prophecy deserved a better mother than this! Even he could give the boy to a better family to be raised right!
Voldemort slowly reached down and picked up the child.
He was still staring at him. He was still oddly silent. His eyes were still the colour of the Killing curse and brimming with power.
Yes, Voldemort decided, that was exactly what he’d do.
"You belong to me now" he whispered.
And with a crack like thunder, he turned on the spot, vanishing into the night.Or, the one where Harry Potter is raised by the Lestranges and it goes more or less how you would expect.
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Harry Potter was never meant to survive - let alone disappear.
When he returns to the wizarding world years after being presumed dead, everyone expects a saviour. Instead, they find a boy with bright Killing curse eyes, an innate understanding of Dark Magic and runes, and teeth far too sharp for comfort.
But power always recognises power, and Harry finds himself being pulled - inevitably, irresistibly - toward the two men who wield it best.Or, "You think you're clever, don't you?" Severus said, though without the bite he usually reserved for such remarks.
Harry tilted his head, a wry smirk on his blood red lips. “I think I’m clever enough... Say hi to your husband for me." -
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The Dark Lord divines what Harry Potter is in the Forbidden Forest, and revelations lead to incomprehensible consequences. Lord Voldemort has won... and the dystopia is damning.
A tale of a fallen hero, dark desires, and a Dark Lord's obsession with something he has lost and finds himself unwillingly lusting after: a soul.
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- Part 1 of No Glory; Glorious
