Top-Tier Complete Tomarrymort Fics
A collection dedicated to all Tomarrymort readers. Especially for those like me who were frustrated because they were having a hard time finding complete novel-length fics of this amazing and lovely ship. I'll try to find more and add it in here so.... Happy reading!
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Machine Men by izharptitsa for crowthing, DoYouMindIfISlytherin
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
15 Dec 2024
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Harry discovers Lord Voldemort is transgender, and he's really fucking hung up about it.
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Harry, a knight from the Order of the Phoenix, is on a quest to uncover the truth behind a series of mysterious disappearances. Along with her two friends, she travels across the land and meets Tom, High Priestess of the Order of Walpurgis, who invites them to stay at her Order’s Temple as long as they need.
Tom is beautiful and otherworldly, the forest is dark and ever-watchful, and Harry keeps having these nightmares —
(Something in Harry’s head is screaming at her.)
[or: when is a tragedy not a tragedy?]
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Killing an omega would be a waste. So, rather than killing Harry, who just so happens to be his grandson, Voldemort takes him in to keep as his own.
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- Part 9 of The Pedo Files
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The Finer Intricacies of Getting Harry Potter Pregnant by Astralith
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
23 Sep 2024
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Tom Riddle's several (failed) attempts at getting Harry Potter pregnant, and one time he succeeds.
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Prompt: Harry wins AU and keeps Voldemort locked and hidden in his house in exchange for not destroying the horcrux in his scar.
The war ended. Not with death and destruction. Not with treaties and parlays. Not with exhaustion or ceasefires. It ended with an agreement in the quiet darkness of the Chamber of Secrets, deep in the earth below the raging battle. A conditional surrender where the most powerful wizard alive signed his freedom away for 100 years to a boy of 17 armed with a basilisk tooth and a putrid, poisoned pool, in exchange for secrecy and eternal life.
But that was years ago now. Harry thought he'd never get used to having Voldemort living in his house, but he did. Time is a miracle-worker beyond all human comprehension, and yet, there are wounds it remains to heal. Quite literally.
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"When an Alpha is in adolescence, he is in search of a Presented Alpha, historically a parent or other protective figure, from which to learn. If the Presented Alpha accepts the responsibility of the adolescent, an instinctual Imprinting will occur, and a mentorship will begin, lasting until the adolescent Alpha's own Presentation."
Harry reads the passage again and again before rubbing at his eyes, like blinding them will remove the text from his brain entirely. Across the table, he knows Hermione is watching him with pity, Ron with open disgust–not for Harry, never for Harry, but at the thought of anyone Imprinting on Voldemort. Fuck, Harry can't believe he Imprinted on Voldemort, his body apparently so desperate for a guide in navigating these strange Alphan waters that it latched onto the first one it could find, nevermind that this Alpha wants to kill him.
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“Do you think he meant it?” Harry asked, once the professor was gone, tracing the gilded lettering of his own name on the letter he'd given Harry. “We're really Wizards?”
“It makes sense,” Tom shrugged, though he could hardly look away from his own letter, the proof of what he'd always known, in some pit inside himself, that he was something different from everyone around him, that he was something better. He'd believed the first priest that had told him the same thing, albeit it opposite in nature, that he was a devil. It had made sense at the time, just as this answer did. Anything that offered an explanation for his being set so apart.
“I'm glad it's both of us,” Harry said, green eyes somehow greener, the natural brightness in him turning incandescent. Tom had thought he'd known the answer for that before too, dull hours at Sunday service spent gazing at the sun illuminating stained glass portraits, thinking: angel. “I'm glad we're going together.”
“We'll always go together,” Tom said, knowing it as fact, unable to imagine anything different. Wherever he went, Harry was sure to follow. It'd been that way forever. It would surely always be that way.
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Many things are different and many are the same as Harry begins his fifth year at Hogwarts.
Here, living with Dursleys that aren't just neglectful but outright abusive made Harry unable to withstand more than a few weeks of Trelawney's "predictions" back in his third year. Instead, he took Ancient Runes, and uncovered that he had a prodigious knack for runic magic, which opened the door to the darkest of rituals and the magic of mind and soul. A year later, Harry uncovered something horrible within himself - a parasite.
So, when Voldemort sends him dreams of corridors and doors, Harry sends him pieces of hell in return.
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- Part 1 of The Dreamweaver
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Half of Me and All Mine by cannibalinc for MrVillain
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
12 Nov 2023
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“Kids?” Hermione considers. “We just don’t have the time. I work too much.”
Molly tuts at them. “Well, why don’t you carry the pregnancy, Ron?”
“Can you imagine Ron with that belly?” Ginny guffaws, wiping a tear from her eye.
“What?” Molly demands. “As if it’s something to be ashamed of! Your own father carried half of you lot. You think I wanted to give birth seven times?”
There’s tons of reasons not to do it. It’s old-fashioned. It’s embarrassing. Physically, a nightmare. But when Harry thinks about Ron and Hermione, smiling, radiant, a baby between them, he sees the space for himself in that picture disappearing.
He clears his throat.
“I’ll do it.”
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Horror strikes him down where he stands, then. He sways, stumbles to put his back to the living room wall. Harry is woozy in disbelief, watching the two words slashed into his chest in livid red just like the scar on his forehead. ‘AVADA KEDAVRA.’
He knows those words, the first he can remember, his earliest memory. It feels like he hasn’t breathed in minutes. When he comes back to the moment, he finds that perhaps he hasn’t. Harry gasps for air like a fish does for water, and doesn’t find it. His back has slid down the wall somehow and his hands grip his head, hair clenched in fists.
Then he realizes he’s actually panting, a ringing in his ears, blocking out whatever it is people are saying to him. Hermione crouches in front of him where he can’t possibly miss her, palms settling gently on his knees.
“Harry,” she’s saying. “Harry, it’s going to be alright.”
How?
How can it ever possibly be alright again?
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In a world where the first words you ever speak to your soulmate appear once both soulmates have turned seventeen, Harry receives a bit of bad news.
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In which Harry fashions himself into a war bride.