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Hermione Granger inadvertently helped Lord Voldemort win the war. And now she became his greatest prize.
(*animae dimidium meae: half of my soul)
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21 Jun 2026
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Tomione volmione slytherin’s locket’s horcrux has a thing for Hermione and calls her Butterfly…and he also likes pissing off snake face
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Hermione Granger wakes in 1954 with a new name and a pureblood family she wasn't born into. Her new brother spends the summer teaching her how to survive in a world that would destroy her if it knew what she was.
Then she finds Tom Riddle, not a monster, not yet a Dark Lord. Controlled, charming in ways she didn't expect. Dumbledore raised him here. Loved him. Maybe that changed everything. Maybe the thing she feared doesn't exist in this world.
She wants to believe that. She's starting to.
But her brother watches her too closely for a man who calls her a duty. And Tom — who reads everyone in the room — has noticed she doesn't fit the patterns.
The dates are wrong. The history doesn't match. Nobody will tell her how she got here.
Some choices are made. Others are engineered.
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21 Jun 2026
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In a broken future where Lord Voldemort has conquered the wizarding world, Hermione Granger stands as the last surviving member of the shattered Resistance.
Exhausted and ready to die, she is captured and brought before the Dark Lord himself for execution. Unbeknownst to Hermione, the simple starburst locket she inherited from her mother is actually the Aevum Salvator, a powerful timepiece forged decades earlier by pureblood Evan Rosier to protect his bloodline from Voldemort’s catastrophic reign.
When Voldemort reaches out and touches the enchanted necklace, its dormant temporal magic violently activates. Instead of dying, Hermione is instantaneously catapulted backward through the fabric of time to 1954. Stranded in a past where a younger, charming Tom Riddle is secretly consolidating his dark power, Hermione must navigate a dangerous new reality, uncover her true Rosier heritage, and find a way to stop the impending apocalypse before it can truly begin.
But Tom Riddle has entirely different plans for Hermione, and he isn’t the only one.
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21 Jun 2026
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Ex-Auror turned Unspeakable Hermione Granger finds herself in the year 1950 after a training session with the sub-Department of Time goes south. There, with a 22-year-old Tom Riddle on the rise, she has to make herself useful.
Is there anything she wouldn't do to stop the man destined to become their world's most terrifying Dark Lord?
...Or one where Hermione Granger is forced to choose between her morals and her mission to defeat Tom Riddle at the height of his allure.
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21 Jun 2026
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In 1959, by a twist of fate, Tom Riddle arrives on the island of Jersey searching for someone capable of deciphering an ancient runic artefact. There, he meets a young witch, the owner of a bookshop, and her son.
But why does the boy speak Parseltongue?
That is impossible.
Tom knows the bloodline of Salazar Slytherin better than any living wizard.
He is the last heir.
Yet the longer he looks at the child, the harder it becomes to dismiss the thought taking root in his mind.
The boy looks far too much like him.
Tom is determined to uncover the truth at any cost.
But the answers he finds will be nothing like what he expected.Bookmarked by Helikesitheymikey
21 Jun 2026
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[The yellowed illustration depicted a silver comet cutting across a dark night sky. Its long luminous tail stretched across the entire card, scattering sparks in its wake.
Madame Valmont studied the image and unexpectedly fell silent.
“A comet,” she said at last.
Hermione raised an eyebrow.
“And what does that mean?”
“A rather uncommon symbol. To be honest, I've always treated it with a certain degree of caution.”
“Why?”
Madame Valmont considered the question for a moment.
“In the old days, it was regarded as an ill omen. People believed comets appeared before the downfall of kings, great wars, and events after which the world was never quite the same.”
Hermione rolled her eyes.
“So I bring chaos and destruction?”
“Not necessarily. The card has another interpretation as well.”
“And what would that be?” Tom asked with interest.
“Comets appear rarely. Most people never see a single one in their entire lives.”
She touched the edge of the card with a fingernail.
“I suppose that's why people prefer stars. Stars are predictable. They remain where they belong. You can rely on them. You can build maps, chart courses, and trust that they'll still be there tomorrow.”
Madame Valmont paused for dramatic effect before continuing.
“Comets, on the other hand, appear when the established order of things can no longer remain unchanged.”
Then she simply shrugged and added:
“Though, more often than not, the card is interpreted far more prosaically—as a sign of change.”
To be honest, Tom found that interpretation surprisingly fitting.
Hermione had already changed far too many things in his life.]
[The illustration depicted an old anchor resting on the seabed.
Its chain disappeared somewhere beyond the edge of the card, as though it were attached to something unseen.
Tom frowned despite himself.
After the Comet, he had expected something more impressive.
“How interesting,” said the witch.
“And what, exactly, is so interesting about an anchor?” he asked with poorly concealed skepticism.
Madame Valmont tilted her head thoughtfully.
“It is a very contradictory card. Everything depends on the angle from which you choose to view it.”
She touched the chain vanishing beyond the image.
“In one interpretation, the anchor is a symbol of salvation. During a storm, it is what keeps a ship in place when everything around it is trying to drag it into darkness.”
Her finger paused on the card.
“But an anchor can also destroy. If the chain becomes tangled or it sinks too deeply, the ship can no longer move on.”
The witch looked at Tom intently.
“Sometimes the very thing meant to keep us afloat begins pulling us under.”]
[“The Comet and the Anchor. To be honest, I don't believe I've ever seen those two appear together.”
“Well, would you look at that. We're special,” Hermione said with a grin.
Madame Valmont frowned, paying no attention whatsoever to the sarcasm, and turned her gaze back to the deck.
“How strange,” she murmured, glancing once more at the cards. “These symbols are generally considered almost opposite in nature.”
Her finger touched the silver tail of the comet.
“One is associated with change, movement, and the disruption of the established order.”
Then she pointed to the anchor.
“The other represents what preserves, stabilises, and prevents that order from changing.”
The witch shook her head slightly.
“Ordinarily, cards like these appear in different readings. By all accounts, they shouldn't intersect at all.”
Hermione let out a quiet snort.
“How mysterious. Now we only have to determine whether our meeting was a sinister twist of fate or a genuine miracle.”
A faint smile appeared on Madame Valmont's lips.
“Fate is equally fond of both,” she said as she carefully gathered the cards and returned them to the box.]
[When she spoke again, her voice sounded different—slower and somehow much older.
“Sometimes a spider spends so long weaving its web that one day it finds itself bound by its own threads.”
Beside him, Hermione rolled her eyes almost imperceptibly, still treating the entire performance as part of an elaborate act.
Madame Valmont, however, continued looking only at Tom.
“The worst part is that it usually realises this far too late.”
Her fingers tightened slightly against the glass.
“Especially when it becomes too confident in its own web, forgetting that it is not the only predator in the forest.”
An uneasy silence settled over the room.
Tom maintained a calm expression, though something about those words left an unpleasant aftertaste.]