u/Chinese_Parasol_Tree

can someone recommend long harrymort or tomarry fics? like long, long, fics. I also dig time travel and them being an established couple. I would also looooovveee morally grey or dark harry. I want possessive or obsessive voldie, with nose or without. Just anything with my mentioned tropes

It's a plus if you help me find this fic. They, I think, have been traveling from one alternate universe to another? and harry i very very tired, so he thought that he'll help voldie since it was a choice he didn't consider in his past life. oohhhh I think they were not traveling, it's just harry keep being reborn. But I think there was also this fic where they keep travelling to diff universe. There was even a time when they're both females in a prep school. Or the time voldie got chased by james with a rifle because he caught tom sleeping with his daughter femharry. please help me find these two.

I've been feeling so lonely lately. I have my family and a few friends but I still feel so empty. It's like I'm a filled cup but there's a hole at the bottom where it keeps pouring out. I know that the problem might be myself, my low self esteem, and sloppiness. But, I've been looking for someone I can talk to. And I don't even need to be in a relationship, I just need someone. But I also feel bad for that someone. Because I know to myself that I can be toxic af. So I don't really know if I will find someone who will put up with all of this. All of me. I just feel so lonely. Its like floating in the middle of a deep dark ocean and I can't reach out to anyone. I also don't want to be a burden to that someone. I'm a needy and whiny bitch and downright annoying, ik. What should I do? In the end I just scare off anybody, even my friends.

For the love of God, I'm also someone who's trying to be an adult, that can't express emotions, and needs constant validation. It's a potent mix of everything you can hate on a person in a bare amount of time being exposed to. I can't even stand myself sometimes. I didn't even have a traumatic childhood for me to turn out this way, but here I am. I'm feeling tired, and oh, so, so, lonely.

See what I mean? Victim mentality. That's another problem. Oh, and I love the attention. Each time I edit this text, I keep coming up with things to hate.

Btw, what did you have for dinner?

This is my first time being in a big city and also the first time I'm away from home. I thought this would be my chance of independence even for just a few days. I'm going to take my board exam 2 days from now but I think I want to go home already.

I rented a room just this Monday in a boarding house with lovely owners. They were really hospitable and for the first night, they invited me to dinner which I declined since I didn't want to impose. In this house, there are also 4 dormers that are staying. And with a lot of people staying in the same house, you would have a lot of suspects to identify who wronged you.

It started on my second night at nine o'clock in the evening. It was still pretty early so I was reviewing my notes, when I felt I was being watched. We all know that feeling, when someone is staring at you for a long period of time, it's like licking on your skin. I looked everywhere, but I didn't see anything suspicious. I shoved it out of my mind and decided to sleep.

The third night it just got weirder. I heard a scratching sound. So I tried to listen hard and pin point where it's coming from. Not from the bathroom, not from the door, nor from the window. Then it stopped, and I thought it might be from the other rooms so I returned to bed. Then it started again, and I heard it clearly, and it was coming from under my bed.

Out of fright, I bolted out of the room and looked for help. When the owners checked my room, they found nothing, and told me it might just be rats. Yes, it might just be the rats as the house was fairly old.

Then came the 4th night. I was sleeping when I was woken up by the wind blowing on my face. It was hot, like a breath being blown or exhaled.

Someone is inside my room.

I froze out of fright. I dare not open my eyes, so I feigned sleep while waiting if they are going to do something drastic. I waited with closed eyes, keeping my breath shallow, and they stopped. When I had gathered the strength to open my eyes and grab my phone on my bedside for light; I saw no one.

With anger and frustration, I got up and banged the door of the other dormers and confronted them. They are playing this sick prank on me and I had enough. They were also angry, because apparently, they weren't playing with me and they did nothing.

Tonight is my 5th night, and it is decided, I'm moving out of here and calling the police.

I was planning to post the video I made 5 days ago, so I scrolled past the most recent pictures down to the video, when I noticed something strange.

It were photos taken 4 days ago. Three photos taken from a narrow space with the view of my room. I don't remember taking these pictures. And why would I take them in such a strange way. Then I realized, they were taken in between the opening of my door.

Sweat starts to build up on my palms and fright is taking over my system as I swiped to the next images.

They were again pictures of my room, but are taken from under my bed. The first without me. The second with me by the door. The third was my foot while I remembered standing at the edge of the bed.

The next three were taken just last night.

They were standing by my bed.

The first, by the foot of the bed.

The second, by my bedside.

The third, with their hand on my face.

The hand might be scary as it was touching me. But the most scary part was my eyes. Wide open with fright, staring at the one taking the picture. A picture I can't recall being taken while I was awake.

Just now my phone pinged with a notification.

Someone sent me a picture.

It's a photo of me. Right now. Sitting by the kitchen table. Taken through the crack of the door. The door for my room.

I can feel them staring at me through the crack of the door. I'm too scared to look if they are really there.