Fanfic: The Good, Bad and the Grey by Lopppyp (Read for Free, 1,332,114 Clicks)

Description: The war was over. You-know-who was dead. Hermione and Ron could finally snog without feeling death constantly loom at their necks. Neville could prove his worth to his grandmother. George and Fred could open the shop of their dreams, and of Molly’s irk. Sirius could pursue Remus. The infamous Malfoy family which had defected from the Dark side hours before the Second Wizarding War, could keep most of their wealth and lives. Harry Potter could, however, no longer use “Malfoy is up to something, I can feel it”, as a justification for secretly following around Draco Malfoy.

Characters: Graphic Depictions Of ViolenceDraco Malfoy/Harry Potter Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley Neville Longbottom/Blaise ZabiniDraco Malfoy Harry Potter Ron Weasley Hermione Granger Tom Riddle | Voldemort Merope GauntDark Harry Potter Smart Draco Malfoy Smart Harry Potter Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug Tom Riddle Needs a Hug Depressed Merope Gaunt Tall Harry Potter Good Draco Malfoy Draco is still posh Lucius Malfoy learns to play piano he’s terrible at it Narcissa is sleep deprived Harry Potter is Obsessed with Draco Malfoy Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE The Sacred Twenty-Eight (Harry Potter) Astoria and Draco are good friends Jealous Harry Potter Possessive Harry Potter Past Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy Tom Riddle is Bad at Feelings This is a complete mess Young Tom Riddle Did I mention there is Time Travel Time Travel Why Did I Write This? Voldemort is dead Post-War This is a little sad I guess? Unless I give up half way and turn this into crack Happy Ending If we ever get to it Emotional Hurt/Comfort Fred and Severus and Sirius and Remus live Top Harry Potter Bottom Draco Malfoy

Summary: Summary:

The war was over. You-know-who was dead. Hermione and Ron could finally snog without feeling death constantly loom at their necks. Neville could prove his worth to his grandmother. George and Fred could open the shop of their dreams, and of Molly’s irk. Sirius could pursue Remus. The infamous Malfoy family which had defected from the Dark side hours before the Second Wizarding War, could keep most of their wealth and lives. Harry Potter could, however, no longer use “Malfoy is up to something, I can feel it”, as a justification for secretly following around Draco Malfoy. There was finally a closure to everything, but when a magical device mysteriously drags a lone woman and a young child to the gates of the Ministry, Harry Potter realizes that peace of mind was never really an option.

Notes: Notes:

Uhm, testing, mic test- how does one write notes… *cough cough*

Chapter 1: Prologue

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¡°Crucio!¡±?

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This was the word she heard the most from her father. He had called this out to her more than he had, her name.
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¡°Filthy Squib!¡±

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This was another name of hers. She had never been adept at magic in her childhood and her ¡®family¡¯ never let her forget that. Their sneers and insults laced with disgust reminded her in each breath she took, that she was a useless Wizard. To a family of Pure Bloods, they would say, it was the greatest insult to have a Squib in their lineage. She gradually learned, however, that this impoverished branch of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, despised Muggles and Muggle?Borns?more than Squibs.?
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And when she felt for a young, handsome Muggle who had everything she desired, her downfall began. Morfin had soon realized that his sister was infatuated with a filthy Muggle and spared no efforts to hide it. Her life was never kind to her to begin with, and now it had deteriorated even more.?Merope knew there was little hope in survival when she watched her abusive father and brother,?Marvolo?and Morfin Gaunt, being dragged out of their impoverished, thatched house. She was aware how the Ministry worked. Morfin had used an Unforgivable,?Crucio, on her, right in front of an?Auror. He wouldn¡¯t be getting out of Azkaban anytime soon, but her father, however, could return in a matter of months.?
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Throughout her life, she had despised magic for all it had given her- pain. Looking back, perhaps it was this dislike and anger towards magic that had made her obsess over all?things?muggle. Yet, when she picked her wand after her ¡®family¡¯ was jailed, and cast an?Imperius?on the Muggle she fancied, she felt perhaps magic wasn¡¯t so bad after all??
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Three months after eloping with a muddled Tom Riddle, she realized she was heavy with a child. And suddenly, the magic that she had found a tad bit appealing, instilled immense guilt in her. That day, she put down her wand and did not renew the curse, wanting to explain to Tom that she loved him and she would no longer manipulate him. That she wished he could love her in his free will.
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She was met with obvious disgust and was abandoned. Merope knew it was what she deserved, but the child in her womb was innocent.?
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Months later, while giving birth in a Muggle alley, fallen at the steps of an orphanage, she moaned in pain, hoping that her child grew up away from what had tortured her, her whole life- magic. At least if he grew up as a Muggle, he would not know the pain it brought to Wizards like her. She was supposed to die there, requesting for her newborn to be named after his father, and her own father. Tom Marvolo Riddle.?
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Tom?Marvolo?Riddle was supposed to grow up into a cynical, psychotic young man with devious, unfeeling thoughts and a fanatical disdain for Mud bloods, Half-Bloods and Muggles after learning what his Muggle father had done- abandoning him and his deceased mother. He was supposed to kill?Marlovo?Gaunt and frame Morfin Gaunt. He was supposed to wage war and be a merciless killer of masses.?
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But something had changed, and Merope awoke from her apparent death, lying in a white bed, with an infant by her side. She thought infants were supposed to be impish, unappealing and wrinkled. But this child couldn¡¯t be more beautiful in her eyes.
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Her son.

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Tom?Marvolo?Riddle.?
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So?what if the world abandons us…

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I will protect you with my life.

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You are my hope, my beacon and the only being that binds me to this world.

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My son…my precious child.

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