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“It can’t be,” said I, “you are a gorgeous Omega. I bet even at school you have never wanted admirers.”

He was irritated. I did not know why I knew it. He had certainly masked his irritation perfectly.

“That’s one way of putting it,” he answered drily, “but my gender was not fully developed until my seventh year in Durmstrung; therefore, no, certainly not so many admirers as you’d like to picture. I am flattered, Harry. My old admirers daren’t send me flowers as gifts lest I cursed their shoddy genitals off,” he smirked, “are you courting me, young Harry? If so, I’d seriously reconsider about refraining from cursing you.”

I hoped he was joking. He was a rather successful Omega, apprenticing to one of the most renowned wandlore Masters ever. A successful Omega, unfortunately, was a rarity in our society. I did not recall a single Omega who held substantial positions in the Ministry. Thomas was mightily powerful magic wise, which I can see clearly from the way he cast wandless, wordless magic with ease, almost effortlessly. 



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The Carriage Held的最新更新太特么好玩儿了……


Monday hadn't been so bad, since the students were using the whole time to brew, but today I'd had to lecture. While I most likely surpassed the Dark Lord in potions knowledge, he was still an extremely clever and well-learned man, and teaching him had been surprisingly embarrassing. It had been a long time since I'd been so nervous giving a lecture, and the Dark Lord's coy smirk throughout hadn't helped. I'd managed to avoid making eye contact with him, but I could feel his presence. Hopefully no one had noticed my embarrassment. This whole affair was surprisingly humiliating.

"Good news?" I repeated blankly. Whatever the Dark Lord had planned for me, I was sure it wasn't good.

"Well, good for one of us at least." The sixty plus year-old man played with the straps on his bag while he grinned eagerly at me from his youthful face. Every part of this was disturbing. "I've finally thought of a way for you to start repaying me for your betrayal."
Oh gods. The fearful look must have shown on my face (and when had I become so obvious?) for the Dark Lord actually laughed at me.

"When do you wish to go?" I asked, setting aside for the moment concerns over possible layers of deception.

"This weekend, I think," the Dark Lord replied, and he must have noticed my hesitation, for he raised his eyebrows and continued: "What, do you have something better to do?"

"Your other self will likely summon me this weekend," I warned.

He wrinkled his nose, a gesture so unlike the Dark Lord that for a moment I thought it might be Potter again. "Do you know when?"


"Likely Saturday evening," I hazarded a guess. "I expected to receive a summons last weekend but didn't, so this weekend seems very likely."

"So we'll go tomorrow evening, and then again on Sunday if we need to."

I hesitated again, and the Dark Lord let out an exasperated sigh. "What else could you possibly have? You were never this busy when you were younger."

"I have agreed to take Dolores Umbridge on a date," I said stiffly, and the Dark Lord gaped at me.

"Oh Severus, I had no idea you were so… desperate."

"It's a favour for the headmaster," I elaborated quickly. "He desires information about Umbridge's plans, and since she seems to favour me…"

"I was a dark lord and I'm not sure even I would stoop that low," the Dark Lord commented, a touch of awe in his voice.

"It's actually our second date," I further explained, appreciating his understanding for just how unfortunate this turn of events had been.

"Is it… serious?" he asked in horrified amusement. He seemed to get some joy from the situation, but I found myself appreciating his sympathy nonetheless.

"Of course not," I protested, and he looked embarrassingly skeptical.

"Do you want it to be?" he asked, and it took me a moment before I realised he was teasing me.


"Most assuredly not."

"So when's your date?" the Dark Lord asked gleefully.

"We're getting lunch on Sunday."

"Excellent. So Sunday evening is free then. Friday and Sunday it is. I'll be by your office tomorrow evening, and we start hunting."

I flinched at the word, knowing he wasn't joking. That list was… Rather intense.

"What time should I expect you?" I asked, reminding myself again to keep my tone polite and respectful.

"Eh, nine maybe," he tossed out carelessly. 'Nine maybe.' How delightful. "Anyway, I'm off. Have fun with your whatever it is you do." He waved at me dismissively and left the room.

哈哈哈哈哈哈nine maybe……应该不是我的笑点太低了吧!

"How charming," I muttered to myself, pulling my notes on the diary closer. I had work to do.

"Oh Severus, you have no idea," he said dramatically, and threw himself into the chair across my desk. "I've had absolutely the longest week."

"Oh?" I asked politely. I was sure mine had been longer, but I wasn't about to argue.

"Hermione's interesting enough, and apparently she's Potter's only friend anyway, but the rest of them are so boring. And classes are a nightmare. I feel like they've gotten easier since I was in school. I swear that some of the things we're covering were covered in my fourth year, or even earlier."

"Different professors cover material in different orders," I suggested. Frankly, I thought the other professors and I had done quite a good job of tightening up Hogwarts' curriculum (with the exception of Umbridge). True, the Ministry wasn't exactly helping our efforts, cutting funding wherever they could get away with it, but we made do.

"It's absolutely dreadful. And my plans can only be progressed so quickly, so I've found myself with oodles of free time." The Dark Lord let out an over-exaggerated sigh.

"Ahah!" he said triumphantly, although his voice was still quiet. "Severus, to your right you will find a pile of unicorn excrement. Sift through it and find something useful, will you?" Well, that answered my question. Potent magical ingredients couldn't be collected with magic without contaminating them, and I supposed the Dark Lord felt he was above grunt work.

"I thought we were looking for erklings?" I asked in annoyance. "And how am I supposed to go through the fucking pile if I can't see anything?"

There was a moment of silence. I let go of the Dark Lord's cloak.

"I mean, yes, of course, Harry." I sank down slowly to my knees and felt something squishy.

"Isn't this exciting, Severus?" the Dark Lord whispered to me as I grabbed his cloak again.

"Perhaps," I replied neutrally, and I heard him huff.

"You're so much less fun in your old age," the Dark Lord commented, and I gaped at him.

"You're much older than me," I protested.

"Ah, but I'm young at heart," the Dark Lord responded airily. We started moving again, at the same halting pace we'd started earlier.

"Physically, yes," I pointed out, and there was no verbal response.


The Dark Lord settled onto my couch and yawned widely. I felt myself yawn in response, against my will, and realised I'd been awake for almost twenty-four hours. It rather felt like I was dying.

"I'm going to bed," I informed him, and watched as the Dark Lord didn't move.

"Alright," he said mildly, and I stared at him pointedly. He rolled his eyes. "I'm tired, Severus. I'm going to rest my eyes. The Gryffindor tower is up eight flights of stairs and I simply can't be bothered with that right now." He toed his shoes off and stretched purposefully out on the couch.

"Very well," I acquiesced with a sigh. I was too tired to debate the point any further, and instead retreated to my bedroom, where I fell into bed almost immediately.

I must have fallen asleep quickly, because the next thing I knew I was being jolted awake by a loud banging.

I shot up in bed, feeling both alert and horribly groggy at the same time. Recognising the banging as someone at the door, I reluctantly dragged myself out of bed and into the sitting room.

The Dark Lord was lying on his back, one foot dangling over the edge of the couch and an arm thrown across his face.

"Please make it stop," he said groggily, shooting a glare at the door from underneath his arm.


I managed to stumble over to the door and pulled it open. Minerva was standing there, looking positively frantic. I instantly felt more alert, and moreover incredibly thankful that the angle of the door meant that she couldn't see what looked like Potter sleeping on my couch.

"What?" I asked grumpily.

"Potter's missing," she told


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1. 多洛霍夫*里德尔

Silent Night PWP前篇,文风非常好。Dolohov在德国逃难时遇到了刚出校门、来到德国的里德尔,两人打了一个照面。

"Sprechen sie Russen?" the stranger manages to rasp.

"Nein," Tom says, shaking his head.
"English?" the other man asks hoarsely.
"Yes," Tom says, relieved. His English is, of course, better than anything else, even if he can pass for a native speaker in German. "You're Russian?"


Übermensch 1948年,两人在法国再次相遇。就是我之前推的PWP啦!非常有味道的文。

"Hello again," says Tom Riddle.
It's been three years, and when Antonin Dolohov looks up from his newspaper he doesn't recognize the boy. Not until Riddle smiles, and his eyes shine in that peculiar mad light, and then Antonin remembers it all in a flash.
The snow, the cold, the adrenaline pounding in his veins, and the boy who laughed at him and gave him a gun.

2. 伏地魔*日记本,德拉科*日记本


Dying of the Light

"Who is he?" Draco muttered.
"To the best I can make out," Theodore Nott drawled, "he's the Dark Lord's boy toy."
Tom looked up from his plate of runny eggs and smiled at them. Draco coughed uncomfortably and waved, then elbowed Theo in the ribs. "Who is he, though? I don't know him."
Theo shrugged. "Last time I was here they had him tied down. He was thrashing like mad, kept trying to get away in a panic and all. He's much calmer now, isn't he?"


Tom has little sense of time. His room has no windows, but when they open his door, the door that only opens from the outside, ruddy torchlight spills in and lends color to his dim demesnes. When the door is shut, the only light comes from the marsh gas lamps, an eerie, ectoplasmic green-gray that renders pink as gray, red as black, until he thinks he's gone early to his grave.

3.各种*里德尔主邓布利多*里德尔 AU

But A Sword 作者写的最长的文了吧,四章完结。这篇我犹豫了很久要不要放上来……唔,最后决定还是放。发生在1939年,里德尔二年级……而且这是篇X也就是NC17级文。这篇AD……唔,呃,哎。

"It isn't safe," Albus says, but he's losing conviction. Tom has seen more than he will ever see, he thinks, and he's right, he isn't a child. His lips are bruised and swollen; his breath smells like cigarettes and stale candy, not a childish smell at all.
"I know," Tom says. He glances at Albus, his eyes veiled, and then down at his fingernails, bitten and bloody. In a more calculating boy it might almost be coquettish but Tom is too young for that, Albus is sure. "But here they'll buy."
"Buy what?" Albus asks dumbly, though he has the sickening sensation that he already knows.
"What I'm selling."

Absalom 跟上面同系列但是分级PG,无cp。汤姆找到了曾经帮过他的牧师。这篇我看得很有感觉。

"None of what you did was wrong, Tom," Father Evans assures him, and Tom's laugh is cold and bitter.
"None of what I told you I did," he corrects. "If there's ever something I do to help you, I will. I came to thank you. I did." He stands - no, more unfolds.
If Father Evans says anything more, Tom doesn't hear it. He's walking out of the church, out into the sun. The age of Christ is over, the Fish and the Star and the Cross fading like fog on a bright morning. It's time for something new and Tom has the fiery words on his lips to make it.
Aquarius, the Water Bearer. Ganymede, Cup-Bearer of the Gods. Catamite.
Inside the church, Father Evans cries.
Outside, Tom begins to whistle. 



撒下18:33 王就心里伤恸,上城门楼去哀哭,一面走一面说:“我儿押沙龙啊!我儿,我儿押沙龙啊!我恨不得替你死,押沙龙啊!我儿,我儿!”

4. 里德尔*卢修斯 AU

Scars 跟But A Sword在一个宇宙里。这个世界有点那啥。比如说这里……卢修斯十岁……

"You are so bad," Tom says with a laugh. Lucius grins back at him and tucks the purloined cakes into the drawer of the nightstand. Too rich for little boys, his papa said, but Lucius didn't listen to his papa. He never does.
The only grownup he listens to is Tom, because Tom treats him like a person instead of like a little boy. Even if he is little. 
And it's almost Christmas, and Tom is back from wherever he was, back with a scar across the top of his thigh (Lucius saw it when Tom was in the bath), and now it's going to be a good Christmas. Christmas is always better when Tom is here.
Papa needs Tom's help for things sometimes. Lucius doesn't know what, and his papa always says no no no, Papa just likes having Tom around. When Lucius asks, Tom kisses the tip of his nose and tells him that he can't say, but Lucius is a smart boy to figure it out and one day when he's older Tom will tell him.

Telling Stories 这篇短短的,挺可爱的。两人互相讲故事。







《那个叫汤姆·里德尔的男孩》By 雾十