Tom Riddle - Blog Posts
I need more fics where the villains see how much heroes are suffering and they're like "I wanted to see you hurt. I wanted to defeat you. I wanted you to surrender to me- but this- this is not what I wanted. I did not want to see you shattered"
And after that they're like "Nonononono why do you do this to me? Why are you making me feel emotions? Why are you making me feel compassion for you? I'm not supposed to have mercy on you"
MY TYPE
MY MEN✋🏻😮💨
(wanted to go with a dark theme but couldn't stick to it so bear with me)
THIS MANN😩🤌🏻He can do anything to me like ANYTHING and I'll gladly let him do it😭🫣🙏🏻
Head empty.. only thinking about how Knights of Walpurgis was named after Walburga.
Please don't cancel me for this take...
Just saw a post where someone was saying, " well, apparently, most of the time I've seen canon lovers hating on jeg*lus shippers were literally tomarry shippers themselves. TOMARRY??!! That's insane, I thought they only consumed canon exclusive content? Then why are they-" blah blah blah mate have you even READ harry potter books ? Harry was practically drooling over young hot asf 40s Tom. Some quotes regarding his looks were slightly insane and a bit gay, I thought I was reading some freaky toxic yaoi shit but then I realized "oh wait, that's canon!"
It's currently 3 am here, I'm sitting on my bed, currently questioning my existence, wondering what on earth did that author sprinkled on their fanfiction to turn it into such masterpiece. I don't think I can ever recover from what I've just finished reading a moment ago. Holy shit, some Ao3 writers are just batshit insane. What the fuck do they eat in order to come up with a storyline like this??!!
That fic was just mind blowing, and now it's haunting me ugh. And the worst part is it's not even canon compliant but I don't give a fuck. I'll never be the same about gothic appetite and I will never look at Edgar Allen Poe's "Annabelle Lee" poem the same way ever again.
And yeah, I love Regulus Arcturus Black. Sorry if I ever badmouthed u bae 🙏🙏
I WANNA SCREAM IN PAIN AGONY AND DESPAIR NOW THAT IT'S ENDED WHY WHY WHY SHKFJKSHKSJSSHJJ-
Honestly I wish we got more of his character in the books because I wanna know what truly got him questioning Voldemort's wrongdoings AFTER he decided to join the death eaters. Because in canon, it says that by 1979 he began to have doubts about his own motives. Since we know that Sirius was clearly the rebel kid who stood against every pureblood ideologies, and Regulus clearly used to uphold every single pureblood traditions unlike Sirius, gives away the fact that he was indeed a blood supremacist. But what was his turning point actually? If we see it from third person's pov, he joined the DE 2 years after Sirius's departure. Means that he didn't do it out of spite to annoy Sirius, but because Regulus and his parents agreed with Voldemort in a lot of things. I wonder why Walburga and Orion didn't join DE, probably because they had an impression to uphold in the pureblood elite society, to control things in a neutral way/ more like fairplay so that if things went south, they'd be able to handle it. So Regulus volunteered instead.
But here's the thing, Regulus was clearly young and he was indoctrinated by his family to believe their ideologies, which is why he joined the DE in the first place, but you don't join Voldemort without knowing about the fact that he had tortured countless amount of muggleborns and set their colonies on fire to obtain the power he has now. News of Voldemort terrorizing the public were all over Daily Prophet. The black family clearly knew all of it and still went with it. But what convinced Regulus to betray Voldemort like that? He clearly knew what he was getting into, but in order to start questioning your own morals after years of indoctrination, there has to be a turning point. It's said that he was not ready to face the truth of being a death eater, does that mean Voldemort was asking for more from the Blacks which convinced Regulus to betray him? We do see that kreacher getting sent in that cave and returning bruised was Regulus's final turning point. Canon seems to indicate that Regulus cared a lot for his family, and he betrayed Voldy to protect them all.
I wonder if Sirius had something to do with all this. Even though as op mentions that Sirius interpreted Regulus's betrayal as something Regulus did out of the love he had for kreacher. But I think there's more to that. Maybe according to him, he and Regulus weren't close as brothers. Which is very clear. But I think to Regulus it was a whole another topic.
I also saw another post where they said that Regulus probably joined Voldemort to collect information about him on how to defeat him, which is why he collected all those articles about Voldy, indicating that harry potter is an unreliable narrator. Which can be true given some moments. But that makes everything so much more complex. If you ask me to give my honest opinion, I'd disagree with it. It seems quite unlikely, given the way his personality was. He probably joined the DE to protect his family for many unknown reasons we will never know. But I don't think Sirius's departure made him think twice about his beliefs. Yes, he came to his realizations, but it's quite clear that he questioned his beliefs only after a long time while being a death eater. For many reasons, I'll talk about it later. But what do y'all think?
p.s- please excuse my grammatical errors ehe I'm not a native speaker.
ngl, if you believe that Regulus's true beliefs are unknown as the only piece of canon information we have on that front is from Sirius, which could be biased because of the animosity between them...I don't think you can say Regulus took revenge on Voldemort for Kreacher because we learn that from Kreacher himself, an elf that literally worships him. So for all we know, Regulus could've been a blood supremacist/voldy fan, could've been not, could've loved his elf, or could've seen them as inferior beings and only betrayed Voldemort simply because he knew Voldemort needed to be stopped.
...im not saying anything, im on the side that he loves his elf, but I was arguing with someone about Regulus as a character and they told me what's mentioned above. That Sirius's dialogues on him aren't reliable for that reason and that Regulus defected when his elf got hurt.
So it's just...idk man.
THE WAY I LAUGHED THROUGH THE POST LMFAO HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA
Canon Marauders meet Fanon Marauders
“I will kill him, James. I simply have to kill him. It’s a duty at this point,” Sirius whispers, at breakfast.
James is morally opposed to murder, to say the least, but now when he opens his mouth to automatically tell Sirius he can’t kill people, the Abomination walks into the Great Hall, and James closes his mouth, with a sigh.
He condones it.
“Can you kill me, too, please?” Remus asks, as he watches his counterpart walk behind the Abomination.
“Oh, come on! The Other You isn’t so bad.”
“They’re all bad,” Peter mutters. “Just unbearable to watch.”
They’ve only arrived in this cursed universe the day before, but it’s already too much to suffer.
When Sirius met this universe’ version of himself, he had to be restrained from committing unspeakable violence.
“What’s with the pranks?” James wonders. “Look, they’ve only just entered the Hall and they’ve already pulled a few pranks.”
“You call those pranks?” Sirius sneers. “Those lame jokes?”
“They probably take the ‘prankster’ label too seriously,” Peter bemoans. “And I’m missing again. It’s like I don’t even exist here, like those guys forget I’m their best friend.”
After the Other Sirius, Other Peter was done the dirtiest. He’s much uglier than the real one, far shorter, and so stupid Sirius thinks he shouldn’t even be allowed to attend school.
Not that Other Sirius is smart- oh, no. Other Sirius is a moron, apparently allergic to books.
Remus got an upgrade- he’s now a wise genius to rival Dumbledore, and he spends his days giving people chocolate frogs.
It’s a wonder the Abomination is so thin, with how much chocolate he’s getting from Other Remus.
So thin and short.
“Why am I short?” Sirius growls. “I don’t know mate, it’s like the creator of this universe misremembered our heights and switched them around,” Remus offers, watching his other self, a very tall bastard. He’s even taller than Real Sirius.
Outrageous.
“I could suffer you short,” James says. “But look at him, he’s - why is he so…is that ...nail polish? Gods, what have they done to my Sirius!”
“I asked him if he still has the bike,” Peter whispers. “He said he does, but I mean- he’s so fragile and dainty, how does he even manage that monster bike?”
Sirius shakes his head in horror. “I have to kill him, there’s no way around it.”
The Other Sirius whines in the distance. “MOOOOONY,” he pouts, and that's it, Sirius stands-
“Not here,” James pulls him by his sleeve. “You can’t have witnesses.”
(-)
It takes them a few days to figure out what’s wrong with Other James. At a first glance, he looked normal, compared to the others. Almost unchanged from his real version, if only stupider. But not as stupid as Other Sirius and Other Peter, of course.
A chicken wouldn’t be dumber than those guys.
When they do figure it out, James throws up.
“There, there,” Sirius pats his back. “Breathe, mate. Breathe.”
“I’m fucking your brother! Your brother, Sirius!”
“Oh, no, that is not my brother. That is Other Brother.”
This version of Regulus is apparently not a bigot at all, it’s all just a big misunderstanding. He’s an Animagus, too, somehow.
Sirius actually thinks Other Regulus is an alright lad- nothing like his brother, mind you, but alright, in general.
James throws up again. “Me! With Regulus Black! I’m not even gay! I love Lily, and she loves me-”
“Well, apparently she’s gay, too, in this world.” Remus says, which only makes James cry.
That isn’t so bad, really. Many things are wrong with this universe, but Lily and Dorcas look hot together. Sirius had a wank thinking of them the other night. It’s fine, he tells himself. He’s not betraying James. This Lily is nothing like their Lily back home. This one is like a goddess of beauty here, hair far more vibrant than the Real one, flawless skin and overall perfect in everything she does. Extremely selfless, saint-like, to the point she apparently offered to carry Regulus’ and James’ baby after Hogwarts.
Real Lily would hate her.
She’s still not worse than Other Sirius. Nothing is worse than that. Real Sirius has taken to bullying Other Sirius, daily. Hourly. The Abomination whines about it to Other Remus all the time.
“I want a word,” Other Remus hulks over, ridiculously muscular and, for some reason, with scars on his face.
What the fuck happened to this bloke? Who even is he?
Real Remus slinks back. He was never one for confrontations, their Remus, but apparently this upgraded version is all up for it.
“Listen,” Sirius tells him, because he doesn’t hate the man- sure, he’s not Remus, but he seems like a nice lad. “Why do you put up with that insufferable drama queen? He deserves to hang, and you deserve better.”
“That’s my baby! That’s my Pads,” Other Remus says, suddenly all violent, his eyes turn yellow- what the actual fuck?
But Sirius is already nauseous, stomach turning as soon as he heard ‘baby’ and ‘Pads” coming out of his mouth.
Real Remus cheers from the sidelines as Sirius wipes the floor with Other Remus. The Abomination cries somewhere in the distance, all helpless, until Real James hits him over the head with a candlestick. Other James is too busy sucking Other Regulus’ face to notice anything.
(-)
Other Snape has a split personality, as if someone out there can’t decide if he’s evil reincarnate or a mewling, innocent boy.
It’s jarring to see the shifts, day to day, and Sirius doesn’t know which version he hates more.
He never thought he’d miss Snape, but he does. He misses their Snape, gods damn it, the Real one.
(-)
He finds out his parents- or at least his parents in this world- torture Other Sirius on a daily basis. With the Cruciatus, even.
Other Regulus tells him this, all traumatised.
“Well,” Sirius says, shocked to the core. He almost laughs at the absurdity of it. “To be fair, if I had a son like the Abomination, I’d torture, him, too.”
(-)
Dumbledore is Evil. But stupidly so. Even a random eleven year old saw through his evil plans and humiliated Dumbledore at breakfast. Some smart arse kid, who’s apparently Lord Potter Black Gaunt Slytherin, and talks like an eighty year old politician. Apparently Dumbledore stole his money or something.
“I wonder how Other Voldemort is like,” James says, anxious to consider it.
“I don’t even care,” Peter says. “We should join him. It’s either him, or siding with these lunatics.”
They all nod in agreement. Voldemort can’t be worse- nothing can be worse than Other Sirius and Evil Stupid Dumbledore.
(-)
There’s two Voldemorts.
One is practically a ‘cartoon character’ Remus says. Sirius has no idea what that means.
This Voldemort is Ridiculously Evil.
Insane Bellatrix is his most loyal. For some reason Insane Bellatrix cackles all the time, and mutters about blood and the Cruciatus under her breath. She’s also dressed like a slut.
Real Bella, like the aristocrat she is, would never be caught looking like that in public.
Sirius takes her aside to have a few words with her, and then he finds out apparently she, too, was tortured daily by her parents, like Other Sirius.
“And raped,” she remembers, with a shrug.
Wow, and Sirius thought the Real versions of the Blacks were bad, but these people take the fucking cake.
If the Real Blacks would find out what these Other Blacks are doing to their children, there’ll be hell to pay.
His mum is a right basket case back in his world, insufferable and cruel with her words, unreasonably strict, but if she’d ever find out another version of herself is torturing her children- why, she’d cut that bitch in pieces.
(-)
The second Other Voldemort is some misunderstood good guy with a sob story. He whines about his tragic childhood as much as Other Sirius.
At least this Other Voldemort is still tall, unlike Other Sirius.
“It’s all Dumbledore’s fault,” he ends a monologue. “He made me do all I did. Or-” he checks a list. “Apparently sometimes he simply framed me and I didn’t do anything at all. Also, you can call me Tom, in private,” he invites them.
It’s a tragic state of affairs.
They decide to join Ridiculously Evil Voldemort, simply because he’s the only one that wouldn't protest to murdering everyone. He talks about murder every single day, and Sirius promises him he’ll do anything If he’s allowed to kill Other Sirius.
“Oh, by the way, you should deal with Good Guy Voldemort.”
“With who?”
“You know, the hotter you, the one that’s innocent of all wrongs and calls himself Tom.”
Evil Voldemort has a heart attacks and dies.
(-)
They’re on the run from everyone in that crazy world, when a hooded figure enters their tent.
“Is it you? Is it really you?” the man asks. “Potter? Black? Lupin? Pettigrew?’
“Yes, it’s us.”
The person lowers his hood. It’s Snape. Real Snape. With greasy hair and a large nose, but with intelligent, sharp eyes.
There’s no ‘Victim’ stamped on his forehead, nor is he an evil arrogant bastard, like the Other Snape.
“Fuck, Snivellus! A sane person! I could hug you!”
“I’d rather not,” Snape spits at James. “Alas, I am...relieved to have found you. We need to work together. I came here after you-”
“Of course you did, you berk! You were stalking us, as usually, weren’t you?”
“Yes,” Snape says, unashamed. “I killed the Other me.”
“Good job. I killed the Other me, too,” Sirius boasts. “I took my time with him.”
“I killed Other Lily,” Snape says. “She had to go. She was all ...wrong.”
James sniffles. “She was.”
And then they all sit down, and plan how to kill Good Guy Voldemort and Evil Stupid Dumbledore.
Who did NOT have a crush on Tom Riddle back then? Now's that's a fucking problem.
Regulus had a crush on X, Y, Z- girl Regulus had a crush on Voldemort THAT WAS THE PROBLEM-
Nothing will EVER come close to this fanfic. All the young dudes, Crimson Rivers aside, The Seven Devils is probably one of the BEST fanfics I've read in HP fandom. Oh my god I could read it again and again and again and never get bored of it. There's no OC like Varya Petrov and never will be. I fucking love her and her strong, dark personality. And talking about the other side characters will never be enough. This is just simply masterpiece. If you haven't read it, GO RUN AND READ IT
I beg all of you to go read a Tom Riddle fanfic called The Seven Devils by thesehunprint on ao3 and Wattpad. Beautiful writing, tragic storylines, and charming characters are what made it really win my heart.
Just finished Secrets and Masks by Emerald_Slytherin and I haven't been the same ever since. I thought that Manacled was my last straw and then I start reading THIS PIECE OF ART ??!! DRACO AND HERMIONE'S CHEMISTRY ?!! THEO'S CHARACTERIZATION ??!! ASTORIA AND BLAISE'S UNDYING LOVE FOR EACH OTHER ??!! DAPHNE AND HER SACRIFCE ??!! THE FOUND FAMILY TROUPE ??!! MALFOY'S ADORABLE DRAGON ?!! How can I ever go back, I do not think I can ever bring myself to read that fanfic again. It soothed the deepest part of my soul and I'm glad but nope, I refuse to bawl my eyes out all over again. I can never move on from this fanfic, as if all of this happened in the canon, UGH WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, is probably my least favorite book of the series. It may be because I read it within 72 hours while flying all across the country, or because I spent the majority of that time trying to figure out whether I should trust Snape or not, Harry’s ridiculous trust in the book that I kept thinking could be Voldemort all over again (seriously!?), and of course all the Hermione and Ron drama; but either way, I don’t look back on it fondly (and this was before I knew the ending).
Similar to the Fourth book, the opening of the Half-Blood Prince was entertaining and created a picture outside our normal understanding of Harry Potter. It was also interesting to see Dumbledore’s interaction with the Dursleys, Professor Slughorn who seemed to be a combination of Draco and Gilderoy Lockhart, and of course, seeing the twins great success and finally their mother’s approval.
Another thing I enjoyed in this story is how we slowly learn more about Voldemort along with Harry, seeing how he grew up and how Dumbledore slowly deciphered who he was and what he was up to. But overall, the story for me focuses on whether Harry is right about Draco and Snape, and for both, I feel the results are mixed. In the very end Snape was technically doing everything for Harry’s mother Lily and for Dumbledore, but at the same time he was a ‘double-agent’ and working with the Death Eaters even though his true intentions were very well hidden. Two things: I’d like to know how he convinced Voldemort he was still a true Death Eater as Voldemort seemed to hold him in high regard, and, how did Harry eventually explain all the true intentions of Snape to the others, did they believe him? They trusted in Snape as long as Dumbledore was alive but after that, they believed he had been fooled. With Draco, yes he was trying to do all these secret things to try and murder Dumbledore, but only because he had to, he really didn’t want to and while Harry had mostly matured this was something he couldn’t get past, he couldn’t see that while Draco was a prick, he also could be a victim.
What I do really appreciate about this year that was enjoyable, is the solidification of Harry’s friends, whether part of the Slug Club, Quidditch team or not, this year showed that those involved in the Battle of the Department of Mysteries were Harry’s true friends and he knew that: Neville, Luna and Ginny, along with his core friends Hermione and Ron. Regardless of whatever anyone else thought of him. This is seen even more so when Dumbledore tells Harry to only tell Ron and Hermione about the Horcruxes
Also, there was some fun magic in here: Felix Felices, the Unbreakable Bow, anything the twins created
Tom Riddle
Tom Marvolo Riddle, oh boy.
What did we learn from him? About love, courage, bravery, compassion? ahhhhh. No one can say he had an uneasy childhood, and we don’t know if Harry had discovered his magical capabilities one his own without supervision, how he would have ended up or the choices he would have made. But I would believe that it wouldn’t be too different as it is our choices, not chance or circumstance that shows us who we are.
Relating to him more as with other, previous, erroneous leaders it did always astonish me how the Death Eaters just followed him even thou they all knew him and themselves were less “pure blood” than they were. It ALSO drew me crazy that no one fighting him (except Dumbledore of course) would call him Tom, that would drive him CRAZY and knock him off his game, but, oh well.
While again I’m not sure about the hypothesis that he couldn’t love because he was conceived under a love potion, I do agree that he really didn’t understand love. So while I agree he probably didn’t love Bellatrix, I do think he cared and admired her, or at least appreciated her loyalty to him.
Happy New Year loves, please resolve to not be like Tom in the new year, and to do your best fighting your demons.
PS We did get reminded about not too much plastic surgery (hahaha) and with a final annoyance, with all his evil deeds, I am most upset about the timing of Tom Riddles return as Lord Voldemort as it’s influence on Hermione Granger. While I think she should be with Ron, once Lord Voldemort had returned she could not continue any real relationship with Victor Krum as she would focus on the second Wizarding War, she would have gotten to be her own (Princess Belle) great role model. What a GREAT role model as the girlfriend of a Quidditch star: a reader, someone for equal rights for “half breeds”, and a Muggle Born which already had upset Igor Karkaroff.
Harry Potter characters as tweets cause why not:
Pt.2 Pt.3
Please tell us more about Voldemort's relationship with Severus, and why you think it differs so much from Voldemort's other relationships
Whatever it is that lingers between Tom and Severus—power, manipulation, some dark bond none of us can fully grasp—it naturally ignites chaos in the mind of the beholders. And if you’re eager to feel that burn, I’ll gladly embrace you in it. To you brave, reckless souls, I say this: your wish is my command.
So, here we are, picking apart how Severus Snape—mudblood, poor, and bruised from the heavy hand of a Muggle father—managed to land himself a spot at the table with the most rabid pack of blood purists you’ve ever seen. A table, mind you, he had no business sitting at. The Death Eaters, that tight little clique of privileged purebloods, had no real reason to let in this scruffy little outsider. Sure, Snape was useful. Very useful. His skills were sharp as knives, and he could do their dirty work, get his hands filthy so they didn’t have to. But useful doesn’t mean welcome. Useful doesn’t mean accepted. You know who else was useful? Fenrir Greyback and his mangy lot. They brought terror to the doorsteps of half the wizarding world, and did Voldemort’s cause no small service. But did they get a place at the inner circle? Did they get respect? Hell no. They were the dirt beneath the boots of the real Death Eaters. Useful filth. And then there’s Snape, embodying everything these purists claim to despise—a half-blood with a tainted surname, living in squalor, dragged through the muck by a Muggle brute of a father. By all accounts, Death Eaters should have spat in his face and tossed him out like yesterday’s rubbish. But no. Not only does he get a seat at the table, he rises. He’s placed on a pedestal, standing closer to Voldemort than some of the most loyal, purest-blooded lackeys in the room. Voldemort, in all his cold-blooded glory, didn’t just tolerate Severus. He raised him up, right in front of their sneering, offended faces. Now, here’s where it gets really interesting. If you think Voldemort did this out of some sense of gratitude, you’ve missed the point entirely. Tom Riddle doesn’t do gratitude. That kind of sentiment is beneath him, an alien concept. Voldemort doesn’t reward; he uses. Deeds done in his name are expected, not appreciated. You’re not going to get a pat on the back from a man who thinks the world owes him its loyalty. Snape’s service should’ve earned him nothing more than a brief reprieve from pain. A loosening of the noose around his neck, if he was lucky. That’s Voldemort’s way—keep them all desperate, keep them all afraid. So why did Snape, of all people, get raised up? Why did he, the least likely among them, become a favorite?
Mind, it’s not just me declaring Snape as Voldemort’s favorite. That dark, twisted bond is laced into nearly every interaction between the two, as if something unspoken and festering passes between them. But it’s Narcissa Malfoy who lays it bare. A woman born into the highest echelons of pure-blood privilege, the very foundation on which Voldemort’s so-called supremacy stands, doesn’t hesitate when she calls him “the Dark Lord’s favorite, his most trusted advisor.” Let that sink in.
Here is the wife of Lucius Malfoy, a man whose lineage is steeped in the darkest of traditions. But when her family’s future is on the edge of a wand, when her son’s life dangles by a thread, she doesn’t rely on Lucius, doesn’t turn to Bellatrix. No, she comes to Severus, because deep down, she knows. They all do.
It’s something more insidious, something that slips through the cracks in the floorboards of Voldemort’s ideology. He is the one Voldemort trusts, the one Voldemort leans on, the one whose counsel can shift the dark winds of fate. That is real power, raw and untouchable. Narcissa sees it—how could she not? Even with all her aristocratic pride, even with the weight of her name and her family’s legacy pressing down on her, she understands that none of it means a damn thing next to what Snape has. Narcissa, with her family’s long, proud heritage, has to grovel before someone who, by the very logic of Voldemort’s cause, should be inferior. But Snape is different, and everyone knows it. They may not say it, they may not even want to admit it, but they know. He operates outside the lines, above the fray, immune to the very rules that were meant to keep people like him down. Snape, the half-blood, the one with the muddied past, holds a kind of sway that no one else in Voldemort’s ranks can claim.
Oh, there comes the bitter irony of Peter Pettigrew. After years of scraping and groveling, thinking he’d earned his place in the Dark Lord’s favor, Peter is handed over like a rag for Severus to wring out. Peter, one of the smug Marauders who’d gleefully hounded Snape through school, reduced now to something just shy of a house-elf, bowing and cringing under Snape’s very roof. A cruel twist of fate, no doubt arranged with Voldemort’s signature malevolence. Was this some attempt to plant a spy in Snape's house? Maybe, if you take it at face value. But think for a moment—Voldemort, who couldn’t pry Snape's treachery from his skull with all the power of Legilimency, putting his trust in Wormtail to do the job? The rat that couldn't outsmart a dormitory prank, never mind a master of deception like Severus?
No, this isn’t espionage; this is karma. Cruel, twisted karma orchestrated by the Dark Lord himself. You can almost picture Severus watching Peter scuttle about his house, casting him those withering, superior glances—knowing full well that Tom has given him this indulgence, this little taste of vengeance. Snape treats Wormtail with open contempt, because he knows he can. He knows it’s allowed, expected even. It’s as if the tables have turned in the most bitter of ways, a humiliating reversal of fortune. Pettigrew, who once revelled in Snape’s humiliation, now reduced to the lowest of roles, while Snape—Voldemort’s golden boy—sits at the top. Isn’t it delicious? You’d have to be blind to chalk it up to coincidence. Moreover, Pettigrew’s fate is all the proof you’ll ever need that Voldemort’s rule isn’t founded on something as simple or sentimental as loyalty. Loyalty? Sacrifice? Please. Pettigrew’s life was one long, groveling act of desperation to stay in the Dark Lord’s good graces. You bring your master back from the brink of death itself, and still, all you get is contempt. Voldemort demands service, sure. But service? Guarantees nothing. And when you set Severus and Peter side by side, the question gnaws at you. Why? Why is Snape the favored one, the exception, the enigma in Voldemort’s otherwise brutal, predictable hierarchy? What makes him different? There’s something between them—something that doesn’t follow the usual logic of power and punishment. Voldemort doesn’t just tolerate Snape’s defiance; he rewards it, bends the system to accommodate it. Something unspoken, something hidden behind the masks they both wear, grants Snape a level of favor that Pettigrew could only dream of.
What’s crucial to grasp here is that Voldemort doesn’t spare anyone. His entire ideology is rooted in cruelty, in domination, in the ruthless obliteration of all who oppose him. He doesn’t just eliminate enemies; he obliterates them, wipes them from existence without a second thought. And yet, here’s the anomaly: Lily Evans, mother of Harry Potter, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and a Muggle-born witch, is offered a chance to live. Live. This decision, however, is directly tied to Snape. Snape had begged Voldemort to spare her, and it is this plea—Snape’s plea—that softens the Dark Lord’s otherwise unyielding cruelty.
To truly grasp the enormity of this act, we need to take a step back and consider Snape’s position in all of this. Remember, Severus was just 21 years old when he found himself pleading with Voldemort, one of the most dangerous dark wizard in history, to spare Lily Evans.
Snape wasn’t the imposing, confident figure we often associate with him thanks to Alan Rickman’s performance—he wasn’t a man exuding quiet menace, seemingly capable of standing toe-to-toe with Voldemort. No, at this point in canon, he was barely more than a boy, a young man fresh out of Hogwarts, with no powerful lineage or wealth to protect him.
And yet, despite this—despite the sheer imbalance of power between them—Snape dared to approach Voldemort. Voldemort. With a plea. Not for himself, but for a Muggle-born witch. At best, Snape’s request might have been laughed off, dismissed as the desperate wish of a foolish young Death Eater. But it wasn’t. For some reason, Voldemort didn’t just tolerate Snape’s plea—he actually acted on it.
Consider how critical this moment was to Voldemort’s larger agenda. At the heart of his entire scheme is a singular, consuming fixation: the annihilation of the child prophesied to be his undoing. Harry Potter is Voldemort’s obsession, the one threat he must eliminate to secure his dominion. The Potters were no longer just enemies—they were the key to his future, and Harry was the focus of his most crucial mission. In this context, sparing anyone even remotely connected to Harry was an extraordinary risk. Leniency wasn’t just unnecessary—it was dangerous. By showing mercy to Lily, Voldemort risked undermining his own carefully constructed agenda. And this wasn’t a moment where Voldemort could afford to make mistakes.
This unprecedented act of “mercy,” this concession Voldemort granted Snape, became the very thing that led to his downfall. Had Voldemort simply killed Lily Evans on the spot, as he did James, she would never have had the chance to sacrifice herself for Harry. The protection her sacrifice invoked—the ancient magic that saved Harry’s life and turned Voldemort’s killing curse back on him—would never have existed. Voldemort, the cold strategist, fell because he didn’t bend for anyone—except, inexplicably, for Snape. And that single, dangerous deviation cost him everything. That’s how it’s all started.
And there it is— how it’s all ends. Voldemort’s final words to Severus Snape before he executes him. But pay attention to how he begins. “Clever man,” he calls him. He suggests that Snape might’ve already known the truth of the Elder Wand’s treachery. Tom would never acknowledge someone’s cleverness if it undermined his own intellectual abilities. If he implies that Snape may have already unraveled the mystery of the Elder Wand, it undoubtedly indicates that Voldemort had recognized Snape’s crucial role in the wand’s problems long before. It’s not just idle chatter or casual flattery. No, it’s a bloody confirmation that Voldemort himself had long ago pieced together the mystery of Snape’s involvement with the wand. This wasn’t some last-minute realization that forced his hand. It wasn’t ignorance that delayed Snape’s death, not at all. It was deliberation. Voldemort, for all his cruelty, wasn’t stupid. He suspected, long before that moment, that Snape was at the center of the problem with the wand’s loyalty. He just chose not to act on it until the very last moment.
He held back from executing him, searching for any other way around the wand’s limitations, trying to find a solution that didn’t involve killing Snape. But when it came down to it, when all other options were exhausted, Voldemort finally made his move.
And what does he do? He delivers a speech. A bloody speech, full of regret and excuses—“I regret what must happen.” Does that sound like the Voldemort we know? The Dark Lord who kills without a second thought, who carves his empire from the bones of the disobedient? Hell no. This is the man who thrives on fear, on swift, brutal punishment. And yet, here he is, delivering justifications like some guilty executioner. This isn’t Voldemort’s usual method. This isn’t the whip coming down fast and hard. This is something altogether more… hesitant.
That speech, soaked in rationalizations, tells us everything we need to know. Snape’s death wasn’t just business—it was personal. It’s a messy, ugly end to the unexplainable dynamic between them. Even at the very end, Voldemort is bending, twisting, trying to justify his actions to the one man who had managed to worm his way under his skin. And in that second, we see something rare—a glimpse of the complexity in their relationship. Voldemort’s usual ruthless efficiency is absent.
His “I regret it,” spoken once more, stands out like a blade in the gut, sharp and unexpected, slicing straight through Voldemort’s usual cold indifference. The Dark Lord, who has never spared a thought for the wreckage in his wake, lets these words hang in the air, unnatural as they are. A man who’s never known the weight of remorse now offers something that almost feels like regret. Not true regret, of course—Voldemort doesn’t have the luxury of feeling something so weak, so human. But still, It’s not a sentiment he offers to anyone else. It’s almost as if Voldemort doesn’t know how to process this lingering attachment, as though Snape’s mere existence demands something from him that Voldemort is incapable of giving. Snape occupies some strange corner of Voldemort’s mind, twisted and dark it may be, that not even the Dark Lord himself seems to understand. Despite the fact that I’ve painted a whole canvas of tangled thoughts on the strange relationship between Severus and Tom, I’ve barely begun to tug at the thread of their inexplicable dynamic. There’s so much more I could unearth, layers of intrigue and tension that ripple through every scene between them, and I could easily go on for hours about the small, delicious details woven into their story. But, as it happens, my full-time job is already sharpening its knife and aiming for my back, so I'll have to bring this whole saga to a close with the following quote:
For me, the intensity of this scene speaks volumes about their relationship, capturing the very essence of what makes these two so bloody fascinating. The way their gaze alone can make Death Eaters flinch under the weight of their unspoken understanding. It’s not fear, not exactly. It’s something colder, something deeper. As though they’re witnessing a bond forged in the dark, a grim understanding that none of them can ever be a part of.
That’s what keeps dragging me back to these two. The tension, the labyrinth of contradictions, the complex tangle of manipulation. I want to look away—hell, I should look away, just like the Death Eaters did. But there’s something about it, something that coils around me, tightening like a serpent’s embrace. Can you blame me?
I rather like this edit. The time surrounding it was horrible, emotionally, due to a quite ghastly breakup. However, know ye tom riddle? this gives me his vibes. think half blood prince movie.
im a ravenclaw by birth, however i’ve grown into being a slytherin. to this day i’m not sure which i would choose, if the sorting hat were put on me today. who am i kidding, i’d choose slytherin. most of my friends agree, however, when i was younger i always liked ravenclaw most. and there’s the occasional person who pegs me as a ravenclaw. overwhelmingly though, people guess slytherin. and i quite like that. i could delve deep into my thoughts concerning that. whether that makes me a bad person. but i think slytherin is much more than just being bad.
if i’m just a ravenclaw gone awry, who knows. maybe i’ll change my mind in ten years, if i make it that long. but slytherin is definitely about that edge. that “i don’t give a ****” mentality, which i totally have. i can’t gryffindor. i hate anything common, blasé, popular. i’ve struggled with arrogance throughout my life (rather, others struggle with it. haha) if it weren’t for others b****ng, i wouldnt have had a problem.
but one thing that does make me remarkably slytherin is the water component. the unrequited love. that is something that has been profoundly impressionable on me in my life. i’ve fallen in love with guy after guy, only for it to be unreciprocated. it’s hurtful, yet deep and profound. and i’m still not sure what sense to make of it. but i really relate to severus in his love for lily. the pain. yet the love remains, even when it’s not reciprocated.
my heart also goes out to malloy. and it was quite beautiful how narcissa protected him in the end. and i love loyalty. i’ve been like a broken record, complaining about how unloyal people are. it’s so nice to have people you trust. slytherin is also the house of water, and i am a cancer sun, which is a water sign. so it’s only natural i suppose i relate to it. i do have quite a bit of air in my chart, the element of intellect. so no wonder i felt so drawn to ravenclaw when i was younger!
No one knows how much I want this men
When he's scary and intimidating to others but sweet and patient with me
My s/os in my dr <3
WHEN HE GIVES OFF THE SAME VIBE AS THIS SONG>>>
Marauders era reimagined (part 2)
part 1
I was today years old when I found out Christian Coulson was in Weirdsister college (Worst Witch spin off).
I had just finished the Worst Witch a few weeks ago, so it is funny timing for me to find this out. I'm so glad I have Amazon.
Tom Riddle just has a thing for witches.
