Fanfic: Erotomania by ujiin (Free to read, 564,411Clicks)

Description:

Harry Potter is a fan of the Dark Lord.

Characters:

Graphic Depictions Of Violence UnderageHarry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort Harry Potter & Tom Riddle | VoldemortHarry Potter Tom Riddle | VoldemortDark Harry Potter i guess? Harry Potter Loves Tom Riddle no seriously like he really fucking loves him Sane Voldemort (Harry Potter) he rlly wishes he wasnt Somewhat Good Voldemort (Harry Potter) Voldemort is so done Harry Potter is a Little Shit Crack But also Crack Treated Seriously Harry Potter is a Horcrux Under the Influence of Horcruxes just a bit and its highly consented if u know what i mean cough thats not the reason why hes fucking obsessed but it certainly helped Possessive Voldemort (Harry Potter) its just a given at this point really Harry Potter is Obsessed With Voldemort like worse than bellatrix lestrange levels of obsessed Not So Evil Voldemort (Harry Potter) hes saner than harry is lmao harry kinda wildin in this one bro i aint gonna lie Stalker Harry Potter Obsessed Harry Potter Possessive Behavior Obsessive Behavior Possessive Harry Potter this little kid is fucking crazy bro Fluff and Crack Fluff Fluff and Humor Fanboy Harry Potter Stan Harry Potter voldemort didnt ask for this obsessive little kid stalking him he just wanted a normal easy hero to fight but he warms up to him eventually a bit too much if u ask me tbh Mentor Voldemort (Harry Potter) i guess Alternate Universe Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence obviously probably ooc but i mean its crack what did u expect Definitely OOC anyways im tired gnight oh shit im kinda wildin with these tags hol up oh yeah theres a lot of fucking cursing and swearing btw Swearing Harry Potter Swears Voldemort Swears ok thats all i swear Aha im so funny guys

Summary:

Summary:

Harry Potter is a fan of the Dark Lord.  He just doesn’t understand why Lord Voldemort isn’t accepting his advances for courtship– cough, I mean, friendship– via Howlers, his Patronus, post-owls, even personally signed, hand-made letters declaring his pure unadulterated feelings of affection and longing for the dark wizard, with his blood and other bodily essentials with an overzealous amount of hearts and scribbles of his and His Lord’s name–  Oh.  Perhaps… He should’ve added more hearts?

Notes:

theres like very loose plot to this lmao but mostly sporadic drabbles and suchanyways enjoy!

Chapter 1: Voldemort

Chapter Text

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 “Potter… Would you care to explain why your essay is… only filled with… The Dark Lord’s name… In… Blood?…”  Snape carefully looks the 12-foot parchment up and down with a curled lip of clear disgust. The boy in question merely lets out a sigh of relief, yanking the parchment from Professor Snape’s hand, and digs around in his cluttered bag until he somehow manages to find his other 12-foot paper and replaces it. “Thank Merlin for that. Was wonderin where the bloody bugger went off to,” Harry mumbles under his breath, rolling up the ominous Voldemort-filled parchment, before carefully placing it back into his school-bag. As Snape opens his mouth to spout whatever gibberish he’s about to say, Harry quickly intervenes, “It’s my blood obviously.” And Snape quickly shuts his mouth after that, eyes widening in disbelief. He swears he can hear teeth grinding together as Snape manages to repeat rather incredulously,  “Obviously.” Harry looks up from his bag to the Professor, staring dubiously at him. “Um, can I go now Professor Snape? I have Defense next, and I’d rather not miss My Lo- er, Professor Quirrell’s, ravishing class.” Harry can practically feel his whole face light up like a fucking Christmas tree, which Snape narrows his eyes at. “You’re dismissed for now, but don’t think this discussion is over Potter. I’d better see you in this clasroom by 6-pm. Sharp.”  The second Professor Snape ceases talking, Harry scurries out of the dungeons with a quick, ‘yessir!’ and makes his way to Defense class as fast as his 11-year old body can take him.

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