Title: Boy Who LivedGaining Access:
Megii of Mysteri OusStrangerWord Count:
28745 words, complete in 6 chaptersAlternate Links to Fic:
Harry Potter/ Merope Gaunt, Tom RiddleRating:
Not even the birth of her son could compel Merope to continue living after her husband's abandonment, but the green-eyed stranger sitting by her deathbed, cradling her squalling babe, proves to be an unexpected savior. Time Travel. Author's Website: AFF
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This isn't a cliched Harry travels back in time and adopts Tom to raise as his own. Even the pairing isn't the main focus of the fic, even though it is a nice addition. Nor is the focus on the Ministry and it's shady practices, or on Merope and her miserable life until Harry shows up. This fic is, in fact, a story about Tom Riddle Jr. and growing up with loving parents.
It's interesting to see Tom grow and mature and despite Harry and Merope's best efforts to show him love and make him feel loved, he still does not turn out completely 'normal'. Without giving away too much, some events still take place and leaves you wondering if this means that he's still bound to become Voldemort or whether those events were just 'mishaps'. Only time will tell.Excerpt:
He moved slightly, gesturing that he intended to clasp it around her neck, and she compliantly lifted away her perm so that his fingers could flit across the nape of her neck. The locket settled heavy and familiar against her sternum, and she held it tightly in her fist, knuckles ashen, palm aching. His hands lingered just a bit longer than appropriate, one of his hands darting up to touch her hand that held up her hair and the other trailing along her too-sharp jaw line to wipe at the stream of tears dripping from her chin.
"Please, don't cry. I've never been good at dealing with crying girls…"
Maybe it was the alcohol or the emotional upheaval, or maybe she couldn't tolerate his kindness any longer, or maybe it was a combination of all three, but her control finally snapped and she spun around to face him and pressed her mouth firmly against his, hands flying up to hold his head in place. Her aim was off by a few centimeters, but that was remedied quickly enough and once he had recovered from his shock and teetering balance—she had nearly knocked him onto his bum—he slipped his arms around her long waist and kissed her back. It didn't last particularly long, nor was it especially passionate, and it was far too wet, but when their kiss broke and they came up for air, she exclaimed the most romantic thing Harry had heard to date:
"I want a divorce!"