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Dudley chases Harry until a bout of accidental magic dumps Harry to safety on the roof of the school. Old story, right? Except here the accidental magic may have overdone it a little bit, sending Harry to safety back in 1936. A little dazed and out of his depth, he is cooped up to Wool’s orphanage where he attracts the attention of a puzzled Tom Riddle.
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Harry’s Guide to Sexting Your Brother by Anonymous
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
29 Aug 2024
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Harry is sure that his perfect older brother Tom could never return his more-than-brotherly affections. So when Harry accidentally sends a semi-nude picture of himself to Tom, he's entirely unprepared for the consequences.
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The moment Mr. Riddle left the room, six different gazes locked onto Harry. He trembled slightly, immediately overwhelmed.
Why did they all look like they wanted to eat him alive?
The youngest Tom cocked his head. "It's lovely to meet you, Harry. Where did father get you from?"
Harry took a step back when Tom took a step closer. "Um—the street?" he mumbled slowly.
Another Tom that was sitting on the couch said, "The street? Are you an orphan?"
Harry ducked his head, embarrassment making his cheeks burn. Were they going to mock him for being unwanted and an orphan? Maybe he should just leave. Allowing Mr. Riddle to take him home had been a mistake-
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As he slowly carried the fork to his mouth, the view in front of him momentarily went in and out of focus before suddenly distorting. The light became warmer, the sleeves of his uniform darker, newer. The person sitting opposite to him changed from Nott to a girl in a Gryffindor uniform with dark frizzy hair, their eyes meeting. Harry blinked, and the vision was gone, the hall back to normal. He swallowed. Lately, this had been happening a lot more often than before. Day time visions and vivid dreams, all featuring the same characters. He’d say it was his memories coming back, but…
There was no way those could be his memories.
Because in them, he was someone else.Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts is up to a bad start. The vivid visions and nightmares that have been plaguing him since the incident in his second year (the same incident that took away his memories) are getting worse, and Riddle is acting weird enough that there must be a devious plan in the making.
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If only Tom could, he would never part from Harry's cunt. Of course, he loves Harry with all his being, but fuck does he not have the best pussy in the world.
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Tom needs to leave for a week and decides he can't bear the thought of leaving Harry and Harry's cunt alone so he does something about it.
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- Part 1 of normal schoolboy stuff
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Harry had found out at a very young age that his soulmate stood against everything he believed. He resigned himself to a life of secrecy and a drab empty job and apartment that barely kept him occupied.
And that had been that, until the nightmares started.
Vivid, agonizing nightmares of emerald green light, screaming and pain. So much pain and rage and misplaced fury. Most nights Harry woke up clutching his temple and screaming his throat raw.
Most frequently, though, he dreamed of killing. Of skin breaking underneath a blade, of lives flashing by in a fog of emerald light, of his hands wrapped around a stranger's throat.
Riddle was always beside him, eyes filled with something Harry couldn't recognize but knew he himself held as well. In those dreams, and perhaps they were dreams and not nightmares because Harry never felt so alive as he did in them, he and Riddle were far more than strangers or acquaintances passing each other by.
As often as he dreamed of the light draining from someone's eyes, he dreamed of feverish hot lips against his own and dark eyes glowing with love and adoration. The two went hand in hand.