In Any Tomarry Fanfic

do you think voldemort spent several years going around being all 'the T is silent' before just giving up?

Harry: As a general rule, I try not to make fun of scared little orphan boys who grew up during the height of two world wars. But due to EVIL, Voldemort is an exception, and him going around hissing at shit all over Hogwarts to try and find the Chamber of Secrets will always be funny to me.

Another prompt

"The way to a man's heart is through his stomach."

Tom Riddle was used to being hungry considering the situation he grew up in. When he gets to Hogwarts, he sneaks food in his bag and has to ration what he stole from hogwarts when he gets back to the orphanage.

In the future, Voldemort is waiting on someone to show up for a secret meeting. He is in disguise and has been waiting a long time. Harry taking pity on him, offers to cook for him while he waits thinking its for a date or something at the bakery/coffee shop/restaurant he works at.

Voldemort has never had anything so delicious in his life.

First attempt at a Tomarry comic ✨

thinking about lightning.

Harry meets his imaginary best friend when he is six years old.

Tom has been around since Harry cracked his skull open and nearly died when Dudley pushed him off a swing set.

“You should kill them,” Tom says.

In his peripheral vision, Harry eyes the man leaning his hip against the Dursley’s kitchen counter. At first, it had been very strange to see the tall, mysterious stranger in black haunting the Dursley’s Very Normal household. Now, though, it was simply an occurrence Harry found himself used to.

“I’m not going to kill them,” Harry sighs, exasperated. “I burnt the bacon. I should know better by now. I’m ten!”

They’ve had this conversation before. When Harry showed Tom his cupboard under the stairs, Harry thought the man might murder the “muggles” himself. But, as promised, Tom couldn’t be seen by anyone – not even Dudley! And he was rather like a ghost; he could walk through walls, not be heard by anyone other than Harry even when ranting and raving, but sometimes he could knock something off the shelf if he really put his mind to it.

“Starving a child is not acceptable behaviour, Harry, even should that child burn the bacon,” Tom replies, examining his nails with arch superiority. “I repeat: you should kill them.”

Harry shoots Tom a sunny grin. “Your solution to everything can’t be to kill someone,” Harry advises wisely.

“Why not?” Tom shoots back, expression mulish.

“Because then where would I live?” Harry replies, eyebrows raised imperiously.

“Anywhere but here,” Tom answers prissily.

Harry knocks his grin up another notch and turns back to the new batch of bacon, ignoring the three frozen Dursleys sitting at the kitchen table, watching their nephew with wide eyes as he talks to thin air, flipping pancakes and turning crisp bacon without a care in the world.

Harry: So Tom, I was thinking, I can call you Tom right? Anyways, we could just like stop this whole war thing and just get a bite to eat yeah?

Voldemort: That original killing curse did a lot more damage that I initially thought

Harry: Don’t be like that. I’ll pay!

Voldemort: You are clearly missing some very vital brain functions

Harry: Great, it’s a date then. I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 6~

Voldemort:

Voldemort: could we do 7 instead? I have a meeting

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