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Forced horcrux

Voldemort is at his absolute weakest and close to death. No more Horcruxes, no followers. Nothing Harry is trying to hunt him down, and wary of how desperate the man is but still not realizing the depth of the mans power, ends up losing to him in simply because the man caught him unaware. Harry thinks this is how he dies, but it isn't to be. Voldemort has learned harry was once his horcrux and in his MADNESS wants to make him one again.

Harry is kicking and screaming and begging Voldemort to stop as he drags some poor victim in to be sacrificed. It does nothing. The true process to make a horcrux is absolute torture to the both of them, but Harry doesn't have Voldemort's desperation.

It is the single most agonizing experience Harry has ever gone through. Voldemort's soul is sewn onto Harry's own (It can fit perfectly after all after the absence of the other one) it is slow and torturous and Harry cries and begs for him to stop until it finally is over, but it is too late. Voldemort, The mad Lord, is holding Harry in his arms like he is the most precious thing in the entire world. He is immortal, and he made sure Harry is too.

With their souls tied together, Harry will never be able to escape the Madness of Voldemort without destroying himself completely.

How do you draw them so good 😩

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"I hate when you touch me," Tom hissed, stepping back. "Especially when you touched the diary. The way your fingers softly caressed the pages. It made me sick to my stomach."

“You don’t mean that,” Harry said with a small smile.

“I do! I hate it! I hate you!” He took another step back when Harry slowly approached him.

“You don’t mean all those words, Tom.” 

“I do—” Harry’s arms wrapped around him, and something inside Tom broke as he went limp against Harry, who held him in a strong firm so both wouldn’t fall. “You’re lying. You have to be lying… No one has ever…”

“I’m not,” Harry whispered.

Tom didn’t have the strength to embrace him back, too emotionally drained with all this new physical contact. His head was on Harry’s shoulder. The scent of cinnamon and cedarwood filling his nose. In a defeated tone, he said, “Tell me, then.”

“I love you.”

Tom shut his eyes and quietly let out a sob. For the first time hearing the words he had always wanted to be told as a small child.

LMAO THE LAST ONE XD

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Happy anniversary, VII

I cannot believe it's been a whole year since I posted VII. I wrote and posted it at a pretty dark time for me, and figured it'd be a weird little oneshot that some people might like but would ultimately just kind of. exist.

That is not what happened. I'm still overwhelmed by the response it got. To the folks who loved it and left such wonderful comments, you will never know how much that mattered to me -- and still matters to me. And to everyone who has shared their love for the sequel or helped build that world with me, thank you all so, so much. It's been so fun and such a thrill to see your reactions and your support for my codependent trauma buddies.

I was really hoping to have a new chapter of A long, hard road to post today, but the brain is just not braining right now. Fingers crossed for March 19 (the anniversary of ALHR)!

If you haven't read VII/ALHR, you can read them here: Your legs give way, you hit the ground

I cursed my readers with this snippet, so now Tumblr gets cursed too. (If you haven't read any of it yet, this is not indicative of the fic whatsoever):

Maybe-canon-but-probably-not omake: Because no one has any chill whatsoever “Okay, so you think it’s romantic that he would, like, literally sew you two together if he could. We’re going to ignore how weird that is for the moment.” “Ronald…” “But mate, he’s a giant, skeletal snake-man. You can’t honestly say you find him attractive.” Harry mutters something under his breath that sounds a little too much like, “Oh, can’t I?” for his friends’ tastes. “Is this some problematic holdover of your infatuation with the diary horcrux?” Hermione asks as Harry sputters and turns bright red. “No!” he shouts. And, after a suspicious delay, “And I wasn’t ‘infatuated’ with the diary!” Ron and Hermione both give him a look at that. Traitors. “Psychologists would fight to the death for the chance to sort through all your issues, Harry.” “Sy-ko-wha?” “Good to know if I ever decide to hold gladiatorial contests,” Harry says dryly. The topic of conversation dies out for a couple minutes before Ron turns back to Harry and looks him dead in the eye. “So, given the chance – you would bang the snake-man?” Hermione puts her head in her hands and regrets several life choices. Harry sighs. “Like a screen door in a hurricane.” Ron chokes on air.  “Harry!” “He asked!”