Where Shadows Fall (слэш)

Harry Potter is so very tired.
Of being a pawn. Of playing hero. Of waking up in pain and somehow being blamed for everything.
He’s dealing with Occlumency, nightmares, and a certain dungeon bat when things get... weird. Secrets unravel. Coincidences stop feeling accidental. And Harry is suddenly wielding terrifying magic and attracting questionable mentors.
Then a ritual goes sideways, the Dark Lord makes a disturbingly rational decision involving kidnapping, and everything spirals into political chaos, trauma bonding, and magical misdemeanours.
Now Harry’s juggling school, cursed objects, sketchy allies, and magic that wants to turn cutlery into weapons. The allies are terrified. The Dark Lord is intrigued. And Harry?
He’s just trying not to set something on fire.
No promises.
⚠️ This fic gets dark—like emotionally devastating, morally questionable, “wow is that therapy or trauma?” kind of dark. Proceed with caution, my loves.
That said... I know what you Tomarry gremlins are like. Y’all see one emotionally constipated Dark Lord and a tragically haunted Boy Who Lived, and suddenly you're frothing at the mouth.
So buckle up, you filthy little angst gremlins. This ride’s gonna hurt. 🖤