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.
Naga Vee and a runaway Harry (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
As you should
Tom: If you like me, raise your hand.
Harry: And if we don’t like you?
Tom: Raise your standards.
My name is Harry. I have to be completely honest, I’m not exactly sure what to put in this letter. What do you even write to a stranger that you’ve never met before? My friend recommended me to this program and said that I should branch out more. I don’t get out of the house much, so maybe that’s one of the reasons for it. And it’s not that I don’t have a lot of free time, people just tend to exhaust me sometimes.
Is it like that where you are? I can only imagine that it must get overwhelming in there sometimes. Do you get a lot of free time? You mentioned that you liked to read, what books exactly?
I’ve never been that big of a reader personally, even though I work as a freelance writer. Is that hypocritical? I don’t think so, but some people think otherwise.
God, I'm so so late but here is my assignment for 2022 Tomarry BigBang!
Quotes are from the wonderful fic You've got mail by B_R_M. Completed fic is not uploaded but I hope to see the whole fic someday. (If you are curious, you can see the summary at @tomarrybigbang)
OH MY GOD
Looks so realistic!! Love it!! 🥰😍
見つめるその先
Tom had a theory that Harry was secretly a parselmouth, even though Nagini denied it.
How else would he get along with Tom’s familiar better than Tom himself?
Another little pic for "can't stop confessing".
I adore Nagini (the great magical snake, not the maledictus fuckery) and my fanon is that she'd be absolutely thrilled for her Tom to snag himself such a powerful, warm and cute sspeaker ❤️
tom&harry
Yeah, Tomarry haha :D
A commission I bought from https://www.deviantart.com/anko-sensei
people love to shit on the failings of a classic protagonist in favor of more interesting side characters but what appeals to me about a harry potter is that he’s a huge bitch
I need to read more of this 😩
Voldemort is at his absolute weakest and close to death. No more Horcruxes, no followers. Nothing Harry is trying to hunt him down, and wary of how desperate the man is but still not realizing the depth of the mans power, ends up losing to him in simply because the man caught him unaware. Harry thinks this is how he dies, but it isn't to be. Voldemort has learned harry was once his horcrux and in his MADNESS wants to make him one again.
Harry is kicking and screaming and begging Voldemort to stop as he drags some poor victim in to be sacrificed. It does nothing. The true process to make a horcrux is absolute torture to the both of them, but Harry doesn't have Voldemort's desperation.
It is the single most agonizing experience Harry has ever gone through. Voldemort's soul is sewn onto Harry's own (It can fit perfectly after all after the absence of the other one) it is slow and torturous and Harry cries and begs for him to stop until it finally is over, but it is too late. Voldemort, The mad Lord, is holding Harry in his arms like he is the most precious thing in the entire world. He is immortal, and he made sure Harry is too.
With their souls tied together, Harry will never be able to escape the Madness of Voldemort without destroying himself completely.