Harry Potter Tom Riddle Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Noticing that Kyle was fresher than Terry, Tommy asked curiously, "Where did you get hurt ?" Kyle replied, "I'm fine, just a little scratch on my body. On the contrary, this boy seems to have been drinking a lot of potions. You should quickly check him. Let's also find a person named Harry, who was seriously injured in the fight just now. Let me go find him!" Tommy nodded, "Then mind you!" At that, he reached out and touched Terry's forehead. At a glance, he knew what he drunk, and could only shake his head pitifully.

- good thing he didn't use them. You can't be a bad girl/boy if you have a phobia - I fear NOTHING. You aren't bad unless you aren't scared to call He-who-must-not-be-named by his name. - ha Tom Riddle (without the Marvolo, I like defying him.) You aren't bad unless you have a code name. -I've been called Tink, Cece, Diary take your pick. You aren't bad unless if you wrote an autobiography, it would be a pretty epic one. -I'm calling mine, The Bad Girl Wears Pink [the story of Secret Nolan].

He knew it was irritating for his sons to see him being chummy with the woman who took everything away from them. Tom scanned the room and anger filled him when he saw what Ila did to Sharlynn. " What the hell are you doing to her?" Tom asked angrily as he advanced towards Ila but Ron slammed him against the wall without touching him. Tom's eyes widened in shock as he stared at Ron. " I knew you're a hybrid! A vamp-warlock!" He said as his brows furrowed and he finally understood everything that happened that his father usually does which he usually had no explanation for.

She nods quietly, and steps away. Shelley puts the kettle on and gets mugs out. We take a minute or so working out everybody’s drinks. Tom is obviously thinking furiously. We let him have his time and his silence. “If I learned to use magic,” he asks slowly, “could I learn to turn it off?” “Honestly, I have no idea,” Shelley admits. “We can’t even be sure we’ve worked out why, yet. I’d need to cast an analysis spell or two., with your permission of course.”

Said Harry ending his closing sentence. All members of the pack returned to their homes, and on top of all the meals were some wild flowers that adorned their mounds of earth, most of which were the corpse's favorite flower. Harry glanced hard at Rodin's grave. Will Robin be able to replace his brother, or just because of a grudge. He was really praying in his heart… don't lose a big loss like this again, before this kind of attack… it's better for them to attack Alpha Mario. Harry stood there alone… he was pensive for a long time staring at the mound of earth which was still wet. He thought, how many traitors are still hidden in this pack… he tries to remember something… he feels something

"Same as always." "Did you get bullied?" She arched her eyebrow at him. "You know I can beat a bully without using my fist—" "Yeah, right," Tom rolled his eyes. "Where are my manners? Harry, meet Tiana. Tiana, Harry." Harry raised a fist with the index and middle finger out, facing her. She nodded in curiosity, slowly. "But," she began, "that's impossible!" "What's impossible?" Harry asked. "Tom has a friend? No way!"

“And headmistress Morwen?” “Headmistress Morwen fears me,” Harry said with a chuckle that wasn’t entirely human. “She should. Once, she tried to bind me to her will. She failed. But she thinks she has another way now.” His eyes moved to me, sharp and knowing. “You.” My skin went cold. “Me?” “Yes.” His tone softened, but words were sharp. “ Raven left you with a fragment of his power when he died,That power is dangerous. Headmistress Morwen craves for it. She’ll tear the academy apart to claim you.”

Vida said pouting, while Tessa rolled her eyes, agreeing with her friend’s comments. “Yes, yes, you are human” Colter said with a smile and tapped her lightly on the nose as she continued pouting. In that instant, Harry suddenly turned to Tessa and took hold of her hands, “Miss Rodriguez, no, Tessa, if it’s okay, will you go out with me?” Vida’s best friend and the kingdom’s Oracle blushed fiercely at this but she shook her head violently, to Vida’s shock.

He'd saved the delusional tom from whatever horrible fate the formerly trustworthy High Priests were about to bring down on him. He didn't regret it. But the no-fur didn't know where that left him. The tom, Hades, was looking for a specific no-fur, one he had named Doll. Hades very firmly believed he'd found that precious no-fur in him. The brain-addled no-fur wasn't sure how to deal with that. There didn't seem to be any convincing him otherwise.

She simply came to my desk, while I was half-buried under my Moon-code cipher assignments, and said, “Lord Riddle will be arriving tomorrow. He wishes to see you privately.” I blinked. “What?” “Lord Riddle. He’ll be here by nightfall.” It took me a few seconds to process. “He’s... coming here?” “Yes.” “Like—here here?” “Yes.” I stared at her. My heart didn’t skip. My breath didn’t catch. But something—something deeper, quieter—shifted in my chest. Like a puzzle piece rotated slightly, not locking into place, but brushing up against the correct edge for the first time.