Vauxhall Road by Aphoride
[Reviews - 37]

There is a fine line between life and death; I know it well: I wear it as a cloak and I will see it burn. 

31 December 1926

(I am Lord Voldemort)

Categories: Harry Potter Universe, Harry Potter Universe > Misc. UK (1100-1950)
Characters: Abraxas Malfoy, Antonin Dolohov, Avery Sr., Cygnus Black, Eileen Prince, Hepzibah Smith, Merope Gaunt, Morfin Gaunt, Original Female Character, Original Male Character, Orion Black, Tobias Snape, Tom Riddle Sr., Unlisted Character, Voldemort/Tom Marvolo Riddle
Advisories: Hate Speech, Sexual Content, Substance Abuse, Violence
HPFT Forum House: Ravenclaw
Genre: Angst, Crime/Mystery, Dark/Horror, Drama
Inclusivity: Ace/Aro, Bi, Other Mental Illness, Other Physical Disability
Pairings: Voldemort/OC (HP)
Story Type: Novel (50,000+ words), One-Shot (any length)
Themes: Addiction, Bullying, Discrimination, Dying/Grieving, Family, Origin Story
Parent Series: None
Stories: 3
Series Type: Closed

Azrael Rising by Aphoride

Rated: Mature Audiences • 5 Reviews starstarstarstarhalf-star

In death we are reborn anew; though the death doesn't have to be ours. 


Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted

Matthew 5.4    

Antebellum by Aphoride

Rated: Mature Audiences • 4 Reviews starstarstarstarstar

Antebellum (adj.): occuring or existing before a war. 


August 1945 - October 1949


The world is in flux; history is not yet past and the future is not yet here. 


Tom Riddle is patient. 

Imperium by Aphoride

Rated: Mature Audiences • 28 Reviews starstarstarstarstar Past Featured Story

Men become accustomed to poison by degrees - Victor Hugo


It is October 1949: Lycus Malfoy is dying, quarantined in his house alone but for his wife, Adelaide, who still hopes there is a miracle cure; Eileen Prince has vanished into a Muggle life, washing the dead and arranging flowers, away from the sneers she endured at school; Cygnus and Orion Black are at war with each other even as they bury their secrets six feet deep. 


There is a murderer on the loose, shrouded in paranoia, and the old structures, things of blood and age and time, are starting to crumble. 


And a ship arrives from Lübeck bringing Tom Riddle home. 


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