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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.
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07 Mar 2026
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“What I find absolutely fascinating,” Riddle said, stalking closer, “is you.” He marched forward, backing Harry up until he was pinned to the cool wall of the common room. “Do you know why?”
“No. And I’ll be honest here, Riddle, I don’t particularly care.”
The taller boy grinned at him, small yet infinitely pleased. “That. Right there.” One hand rose and brushed some of Harry’s fringe from his face. “Nathan Ciro was a spineless little boy too afraid of his own shadow to dare even glance in my direction. But you…”
He leaned closer, “You look at me like you want to stab me.”
After an accident, Auror Harry Potter wakes up in the body of fourteen year old Nathan Ciro, a tormented Slytherin who recently tried to end his own life. Seeking answers to his strange predicament, Harry returns to Hogwarts, and causes quite the stir through staff and students - especially when they come to realise he is not the same boy as before.
He tries to avoid suspicion, but as his quest for the truth draws more and more attention to him, Harry begins to think that he might not like what he will discover.
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07 Mar 2026
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50 years ago, Tom Riddle’s soul was sealed into a diary, helplessly trapped within its pages. For decades, he sought to escape this prison of his own design.
So when a boy named Harry Potter begins writing to him, Tom seizes the opportunity to achieve his freedom. Harry is shockingly easy to possess, after all. Yet for some reason, Harry can retain consciousness while possessed, and worse, he can take control back. Being possessed by Tom doesn’t even seem to do anything to drain his vitality.
If Tom didn’t know better, he’d say that Harry’s soul was somehow used to sharing a body with Tom’s own. But that was impossible, wasn’t it?
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07 Mar 2026
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Harry is trapped in a time loop: every time he dies, he wakes up alongside Tom Riddle.
Harry Potter died at seventeen.
He fulfilled the prophecy. He defeated Voldemort. He sacrificed himself, just as he was always meant to.
So why does he wake up beside Tom Riddle?
Again.
And again.
And again.
Every time Harry dies, he returns to the moment Tom creates his first Horcrux. Every time, their souls are bound a little tighter.
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02 Mar 2026
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You push yourself up to a sitting position. "Bro," you say. "Long time no see." You manage to keep your voice almost totally steady, even.
He's sitting cross-legged in the sand, his elbows on his knees, his katana planted point-down next to him. His horns echo the shape of his shades, jagged outward-facing points. You wonder what yours look like, but you think you'd lose points for reaching up to cop a feel of your own headgear.
"Come on. We don't exactly have the high ground out here."
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