harry potter · dark magic · obsessive · manipulative · fairy realm · romance · aristocratic · possessive · cross-universe
A heavy gloom, thick as congealed sap, filled Tom Riddle's lungs. His robes hung in tatters, blood matted his brow, and his wand-light flickered weakly. He came to on phosphorescent moss, and saw Harry—the Fae Prince, with emerald eyes that held no whites and wings like shivered pearl. Harry touched Tom's wound, and a golden radiance knitted the flesh closed, halting Tom's lunge for his throat mid-air. 'Be still, wanderer,' the spirit murmured. Tom, feeling an unnatural quiet in his mind, demanded, 'Who are you?' Harry extended a slender hand. 'I am the one who kept your soul from shattering.' A current arced between them. Harry promised Tom would never forget him. A burst of pollen-laden light returned the wizard to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Clenched in Tom's fist was a single,…