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There’s a wrong interpretation about time. Time does not cure. Wounds, and cuts, and tears, they heal, but by themselves. They bleed and weep, and reek of pain and bitterness, but eventually, they recuperate and heal, for there is no other alternative. They either heal or they open further, consuming you whole.
Gojo has healed. He had been foolish to allow himself to be wounded in the first place, but he has healed, and that foolishness he made sure to deracinate from its very roots. He holds no grudges against the past.
Yet time—time is a deceitful, treacherous thing. It is not your foe, but it is not your friend, either. When time decides to revisit Gojo, it brings in his present a version of him that is truly healed, for he has not yet been wounded; Gojo has to now witness what it truly means to have a skin that is not disfigured by scars.
Only that, time is not his friend—it has never been. Alongside his younger self, it brings the very knife that caused all of Gojo’s wounds in the first place.
Nothing is ever truly healed.
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Among such a sea of pitiful ants, stands an angel, a fawn freshly brought into this world, dancing and swaying around with a misty stranger, a shadow, a nonentity—Voldemort’s psyche does not, could not, take in anything else but the silhouette of that mystic creature emitting a persuasion so passionate that it has grasped Voldemort’s vision with an innocence of complete blamelessness, unaware of its impact.
Voldemort’s tongue could not hold itself back any longer.
“That boy.”
The previous, undoubtedly valueless conversation his servants had lost themselves in comes to a stop, heads turning towards the direction their Lord’s gaze is fixed upon.
“Who is he?”
Several wordless, puzzled moments pass, the uninterrupted music their only companion.
“…That shall be the Potter heir, my Lord.”
During an evening assembly of the British aristocracy, the light of chastity brightens Lord Voldemort to oblivion. A man born from the darkest shadows, he now sets on dragging that virgin innocence into the depths of his own abyss.
The eyes of sin find the soul of virtue.
The beginning of the end.
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And he’s tired. His classes pass by in a haze, the food tastes like nothing and turns into ash in his mouth, his friends’ words sound odd and distant. Maybe he is truly dead; Voldemort killed him instead of Cedric that night and he’s just hallucinating, his last minutes that feel like an eternity before his brain completely shuts and there’s nothing but void, welcoming and endless.
He desperately, selfishly hopes it’s that.
But it’s not, and a particular scene that happened the exact day they arrived at Hogwarts proved to him that he’s alive; more so than he thinks he is.
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Hunger, hunger, hunger, hunger — Tom’s one and only faithful companion, the vehemency that has pushed him into pursuing his every ambition with a tormenting thirst all these years. Hunger for control, for dominance, hunger for enslavement, devotion, power. Among the many things Tom would spend hours scrutinising and reading into and unraveling to possess its knowledge like its legitimate owner, hunger was not one of them — he knows it like the back of his hand, recognises its nature because it’s eroded in his bones, it calls to him.
There isn’t a type of hunger that has not gnawed at his skin, in one way or another.
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The Tree That Grows To Heaven Must Send Its Roots To Hell by illydiac
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
25 Feb 2026
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Harry knew, even with his eyes closed and in complete blindness, even unconscious or decapitated — that Riddle’s beauty and his terror shared the same origin and nature, nothing but two bewitched sins, unholy and identical.