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    Bored, the Master of Death, Harry Potter, decides to abduct his infant self on the fateful night of his parents' demise. What follows can only be described as utterly absurd.

    Or; when Harry journeys back in time to escape his morbidly boring life, Tom hilariously deduces that he and Harry are wedded, and even believes “Evan” to be their offspring. Amused, Harry chooses not to rectify Tom's misconception.

    {edit: fic renamed 18.06.25}
    {edit: fic renamed again 19.09.25 because author is indecisive.}

    (you can only find me on ao3 and wattpad! if my story is published elsewhere, i.e ff net and teenfic net, then that is NOT me!)

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    English
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    36,613
    Chapters:
    23/?
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    6
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    The war is over.

    Voldemort is dead.

    Harry ought to feel relieved and at peace. Yet, he finds himself immersed in restlessness; side by side with the ghost of Voldemort himself.

    Or; for some twisted reason, Harry yearns for Voldemort. It’s rather problematic.

    //this is the prologue to ‘haunting boredom.’//

    (you can only find me on ao3 and wattpad! if my story is published elsewhere, i.e ff net and teenfic net, then that is NOT me!)

    Series
    Language:
    English
    Words:
    6,644
    Chapters:
    2/2
    Collections:
    1
    Comments:
    57
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    431
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    44
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    Ash's stomach flutters nervously. He peers up at Ten from beneath the dark frame of his eyelashes, his maroon eyes glistening slightly. "You're being a little possessive right now."

    "I don't get possessive," Ten scoffs, zipping the hoodie all the way to the very top. "I get territorial."

    "I'm not yours," Ash asserts, partly to provoke a response. His heart quickens as Ten tilts his head, a gesture reminiscent of a Murkrow. His green eyes are impossibly dark, gaze lowering after a moment as he smiles, the corners not quite reaching his eyes.

    "Everyone else seems to think so," he says.

    Or: a story of pining told through many years, regions, the occasional ketchup mishap and the weight of an arcanine tackle.

    (you can only find me on ao3 and wattpad! if my story is published elsewhere, i.e ff net and teenfic net, then that is NOT me!)

    Series
    Language:
    English
    Words:
    63,340
    Chapters:
    20/?
    Collections:
    4
    Comments:
    361
    Kudos:
    372
    Bookmarks:
    158
    Hits:
    15,373

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