Tanya’s Hogwarts Adventures (Youjo Senki, Harry Potter)

[Mad_Smile2607]

Was young Tanya Degurechaff another Tom Riddle? A bright mind bent towards horrible ends that will go on to be the next Lord Voldemort? Was she already a killer?

Or was Albus seeing ghosts in the youth that are not there?

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(Not Insinuating or Insulting) Lets hope you wont go the road where sooo many fanfics go down "...NAH! I don't see ghosts! She's absolutely evil! No if's, whats or Buts. I shall hunt her down for the Greater Good and will never question this current decision of mine ever again! Regret? Whats that? Does it taste good? Think back on this moment!? What do I look like?! A FUNCTIONING SANE HUMAN BEING!?!"

Side note: Is Tanya clinically depressed?

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Yes... She needs some Meds... And a Therapist... And a Vacation. She REALLY NEEDS that Retirement Plan proper like.

 

[illerayn]

Side note: Is Tanya clinically depressed?

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Isn't she literally a functioning sociopath ? Like, she has muted emotions (even if she has emotions), she is impulsive (seeing her 2nd life in the Empire), but she is an incredibly good social chameleon, able to fake her way through social interactions, and is a highly rational individual. So I don't think she is depressed, but she probably has PTSD, and again, is a sociopath.
Thanks for the chapter, it was cool to see the other side of the mirror regarding Tanya's actions

 

[doc11]

didn't Dumbledore think she was a fae or am i thinking of a different harry potter youjo senki fic

 

[17453]

Isn't she literally a functioning sociopath ? Like, she has muted emotions (even if she has emotions), she is impulsive (seeing her 2nd life in the Empire), but she is an incredibly good social chameleon, able to fake her way through social interactions, and is a highly rational individual. So I don't think she is depressed, but she probably has PTSD, and again, is a sociopath.
Thanks for the chapter, it was cool to see the other side of the mirror regarding Tanya's actions

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Can add difficulty relating to people and initial difficulty empathising-with/caring-about (she definitely didn't care much about her men at the beginning of her time as Liutenant, and definitely did for at least some of the 201st towards the end of the story; no matter how much she claimed not to in her inner monologue) others to the list of sociopathic traits.

 

[Hk473]

So, if albus is talking about the meeting with severus, it is only a matter of time until Lucious learns that Tanya self defended herself quite competently. That could cause shenanigans

 

[Phylonemios]

Honestly, I just want something with Dumbledore discovering her multiples life and being bamboozled by the sheer bullshit she had to go through lmao.

"Want a drink ?" - propose Dumbledore while getting his stash of good (magical !) booze.

Thank you for writing !

 

[The Unicorn]

I think that is everything. Side note: Is Tanya clinically depressed?

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No, Tanya is definitely not suffering from depression.
You could justify an alternate Tanya with PTSD or other trauma related issues, but the one you have up to now didn't show any symptoms I would have expected to go with that so I suggest you avoid that.

People have made an argument for her being a functioning psychopath, but I think high-functioning autism fits better because she doesn't have any issue connecting emotionally to people, what she has is severe issues understanding people and cultural assumptions she grew up in.

Can add difficulty relating to people and initial difficulty empathising-with/caring-about (she definitely didn't care much about her men at the beginning of her time as Liutenant, and definitely did for at least some of the 201st towards the end of the story; no matter how much she claimed not to in her inner monologue) others to the list of sociopathic traits.

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Most people don't relate to strangers they only met for a short time, and given the casualty rates I'd expect all officers on that front tried to avoid connecting emotionally to the troops, so what you're describing isn't Tanya having difficulty connecting to people, it's her having no problem connecting emotionally to people and forming connections even when she tries avoiding them.

 

[Carcer]

Honestly, I just want something with Dumbledore discovering her multiples life and being bamboozled by the sheer bullshit she had to go through lmao.

"Want a drink ?" - propose Dumbledore while getting his stash of good (magical !) booze.

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That would honestly be fun as hell.

 

[Half_Baked_cat]

didn't Dumbledore think she was a fae or am i thinking of a different harry potter youjo senki fic

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This is that fic.

the one you have up to now didn't show any symptoms I would have expected to go with that so I suggest you avoid that.

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I'm not changing how I'm writing her. Just an ideal thought that came up while writing her.

 

[Psyckosama]

Tanya strikes me as high functioning autistic with standards, drives, and personal ethics that were badly warped by her period of military service.

 

[Reynard69]

I agree with autistic over sociopath, though they're not exclusive. Mentions from the OG about the sallaryman's previous life regularly talked about how he obcessed about one thing or another and how the only time he really related to other people was when they were both geeking out about war history otaku stuff. When he became Tanya, he liked to talk about how excited he was his interests had prepared him to live in the empire at that point in time.

 

[The Unicorn]

I'm not changing how I'm writing her. Just an ideal thought that came up while writing her.

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Glad to hear that.

Tanya strikes me as high functioning autistic with standards, drives, and personal ethics that were badly warped by her period of military service.

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I'm quite sure her standards were warped in her first life - they conclude they're "average" because they only reached second place in a national level contest.
As to her personal ethics, how do you think they were warped by the military service?

 

[Psyckosama]

I'm quite sure her standards were warped in her first life - they conclude they're "average" because they only reached second place in a national level contest.

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Started as autistic IMHO, plus probably had VERY strict parents. The kind who were very much "Second place is first looser."

As to her personal ethics, how do you think they were warped by the military service?

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The extreme normalization of violence for one along with destroying what little ability she has to reach out to other people due to having to, well...


View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rTh05L_fZNU

Yeeeeeaaaaah....

 

[The Unicorn]

The extreme normalization of violence for one along with destroying what little ability she has to reach out to other people due to having to, well...

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I don't see it.
She does not AFAIK consider violence acceptable or good, she does however believe she'll be executed if she doesn't act like a hyper-nationalistic patriotic idiot, which people around her misinterpret as being bloodthirsty because of her lack of communication or social skills.

Her ethics do not seem to have been warped by serving in the military, not at least unless you want to argue that most combat veterans ethics are warped (which is an argument I'd have serious issues with).

 

[Psyckosama]

I don't see it.
She does not AFAIK consider violence acceptable or good, she does however believe she'll be executed if she doesn't act like a hyper-nationalistic patriotic idiot, which people around her misinterpret as being bloodthirsty because of her lack of communication or social skills.

Her ethics do not seem to have been warped by serving in the military, not at least unless you want to argue that most combat veterans ethics are warped (which is an argument I'd have serious issues with).

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I suggest you reread my statement carefully because my word choice was specific.

There is a reason I used the word "Normalization". Tanya is very quick to employ violence when she is in a situation where, from here military mindset, it is appropriate when other people wouldn't.

For example, the pixies.

 

[The Unicorn]

For example, the pixies.

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Umm...no. Employing violence there was quite appropriate, even expected. The difference is the level and speed of deploying violence and the control and confidence she displayed while doing so.
Pixies might not be super dangerous mage killers like Baslisks or Dragons but they're still far from harmless as we see in canon.

 

[ZacSunTiBidea]

Umm...no. Employing violence there was quite appropriate, even expected. The difference is the level and speed of deploying violence and the control and confidence she displayed while doing so.
Pixies might not be super dangerous mage killers like Baslisks or Dragons but they're still far from harmless as we see in canon.

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Other adults might reasonably see exterminator levels of violence as appropriate.
Other children would only have reason to see that level of ruthlessness as apropriate with a very unfortunate series of encounters with them.

And even most wizarding adults tend toward subdual methods, if only because the spellwork is easier and wizards are nigh-fatally lazy about options.

Tanya's perspective is absolutely shifted dramatically on what constitutes an appropriate response.

I, however, hold that her military time only gave her trained reflexes, because I recognize something in the way the Salaryman behaved that tells me the shift predated the war. Specifically, the obsession with articulating the rules of interaction/engagement.

Almost nobody actually bothers to make sure they have clear, consise understandings of what the social rules of a venue are. Salaryman did. To a fae level of precision (and comprehensibility).

So even back during the Salaryman days, the response to pests would have been 'what is the most efficient means of esterminating them?' where most people's response is closer to 'oh no, I need to call in an expert and let them handle it because I don't know what to do.'

 

[The Unicorn]

Other adults might reasonably see exterminator levels of violence as appropriate.
Other children would only have reason to see that level of ruthlessness as apropriate with a very unfortunate series of encounters with them.

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No argument, but Tanya is mentally an adult.

Tanya's perspective is absolutely shifted dramatically on what constitutes an appropriate response.

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Maybe, but I don't see it. More like her abilities gave her a different set of tools than the average wizard. It's not that the average wizard will try and subdue Pixies because they don't want to kill them - they'll do so because a paralysis/knockout spell is the easiest way for them to deal with the Pixies safely. For Tanya the easiest way to do so safely was fire.

I, however, hold that her military time only gave her trained reflexes, because I recognize something in the way the Salaryman behaved that tells me the shift predated the war. Specifically, the obsession with articulating the rules of interaction/engagement.

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Agreed.Salryman/Tanya has an issue with social cues so they try and get a set of rules they can follow to the letter as an algorithm, with the usual hilarious results from someone trying to follow an incomplete set of instructions as an algorithm.

This is the primary reason I figure they're autistic rather than psychopathic.

 

[Piknos]

Poor Dumbledore, having to jump at ghouls and ghosts because of Riddle. Now that he knows she's killed people he'll have to go digging, it's only the responsible thing to do. And when it turns out that there's no such evidence of that stuff he'll have to dig even more.

If he thinks Tanya is fae maybe he'll try to strike a deal with her, something along the lines of not harming any of the denizens in Hogwarts in exchange for her learning there. With how Tanya is she'll likely treat it like a contract, doing her best to get benefits out of it and sticking to the deal. In the end that'll only reinforce Dumbledore's suspicions of her fae nature.

 

[BlackCoat13]

Honestly Dumbledore could have just asked her to tone down on the super violence on threat of academic punishment, he'd have been right to do so. The Pixies, though chaotic and at least a little dangerous, simply aren't worth bringing out the turbo murder like she did. Disturbing her classmates with her so at-will experienced precision violence outweighed being so effective in that situation. And you know, Lockheart had to round those up himself (probably not, he'd have gotten the House Elves to do it most likely, but true or not it'd be a good point for Dumbledore to wield) and he might have wanted to use those in another class. After all, most classes are two houses in the same year (We'll say that that was the Gryff/Huffle combo) so he might have had a class right after for the other half of her year and now he suddenly finds he's got... what, two Pixies left when he expected to still have the ten plus strong swarm? In addition, her having such lethal self studied magic is actually bad for her showing, because the response she should have used is... y'know, spells from Year 1, or possibly some of Year 2 Defense Against Dark Arts if she was an overachiever. Going so above and beyond makes it seem like she should be proficient, but Lockheart wouldn't know that. How is he supposed to grade her for today and assess that she retained what was taught from last year when she didn't even use magic that's been covered on the syllabus?

And such a strong showing that it eliminated all the Pixies... what about her year mates? They didn't get to test / demonstrate / flail in panic themselves at all because Tanya overshadowed them so efficiently. That was a controlled moment of panic that should have led a bunch of children to learning that danger exists and that they need to keep their heads in (a minimally) danger, which Lockheart surely would have outlined for them after he'd rounded up the pixies, except that she kind of ruined the impact. (Dumbledore can breeze over Lockheart being shit by saying she stole the show.) Clearly they'll need to start implementing 'as individual' tests for her year ahead of time if she doesn't reign it in, almost a full year and a half ahead of schedule for the DADA class to prevent her from dealing with any 'surprise' scenario meant for the class by herself. Now, if those had been Doxies a very similar small flying swarm creature but a known wizard killer, she would have been totally right to go for the super murder even if it disturbed her classmates, but it wasn't, so she actually screwed up, probably spooked her classmates and will be penalized on her day's grade for being more dangerous than was appropriate. Please stop killing the XXX, XX, and X rated non-threat creatures and save it for the XXXX and XXXXX rated ones that aren't supposed to be there.



TDLR: Dumbledore needs to subtly threaten her academic grades since her responses weren't any of the non-lethal spells she is supposed to know, to help get her into the mindset of not always leaping to killing outright. The Troll was an acceptable one-off where she went above and beyond and was rewarded due to protecting herself and another student, but it shouldn't set the tone of how to deal with magical creatures at Hogwarts so we'd appreciate it if you stopped killing Defense specimens.

 

[Half_Baked_cat]

Harry Potter

The first week of school was rather nice was Harry's thought when he was going to bed Friday night. Snape was almost his least favorite teacher still, though something about Professor Lockhart bothered Harry greatly resulting in the Potions Professor sitting only near the bottom. His friends were great to spend time with, even when there were large stretches of time focused on their studies.

That cheer ended quickly when Oliver Wood woke Harry up far too early on Saturday for a Quidditch Practice he did not have the decency to let anyone know about ahead of time. Harry knew for sure Wood told no one considering the scowl on Tanya's face as they came down to the Common Room and her making them go back and get Ron since he was supposed to be training to be the next Team Captain once Wood left school.

Then there was the long debate Wood and Tanya had all the way down to the pitch about how no matter how good the previous year's team may have been, they should still hold trials for new players and reserves before diving into practice.

If Harry was not so tired from just being woken up, he may have found Woods blustering against a girl barely above his waist level funny, but, as it was, he and Ron were in agreement that they just wanted to be back in bed, wrapped in those warm sheets.

Marching into the locker room, Harry joined Fred and George in changing into the uniforms before having to listen to Wood discussing strategies he had spent all summer drawing up. Fred fell asleep on Alicia's shoulder as the explanation of the first diagram was given. Harry fell into a stupor imagining what he could have been eating for breakfast up at the castle instead of listening to Wood drone on and on for an hour about strategies.

"So," Wood said, waking up Harry out of the stupor as he looked around at his teammates. Fred and George both yawned loudly, Alicia, Angelina, and Katie looking drowsy, Tanya looking mildly annoyed. About the only two that looked at all awake were Wood and Ron. Though, even Ron still looked a bit tired, but he had a notebook that he was closing up. "Is that clear? Any questions?"

"I got a question, Oliver," George said testily. "Why couldn't you have told us all this stuff yesterday when we were awake?"

"Oh, I've already given him a thorough telling off," Tanya said, giving Wood a glare.

Why Tanya was so annoyed was a bit of a mystery to Harry considering she was already awake when they were informed of Wood's plan. Regardless, Harry appreciated her voicing the team's annoyance at getting up so early.

"Yes, anyways, we did well last year, but the other teams know that and if we want to win again this year, we will have to increase our practice. Do even better than we did last year!" Wood said, trying to encourage everyone. "Now let's get out there!"

They made their way into the field, but before anyone could mount their broom, Tanya brought up, again, that they really should be holding tryouts instead. "I'm the only reserve player since Ron isn't officially part of the team yet. We should hold tryouts, get Ron either to be another reserve player or maybe he'll even be good enough to make it into the starting lineup."

Wood was clearly not happy about his authority being questioned. "We have a great team already. I don't see why we need to mess with what works."

"Just because it worked last year doesn't mean it will keep working. And limiting ourselves to just slightly over the minimum team size leaves the team vulnerable to injuries and even broom malfunctions. Or do I need to remind you about how Harry's broom lost control in the first game last year?"

Wood was looking rather uncomfortable when another voice popped in.

"Having trouble with your team, Wood?" The nasally voice of Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team called out.

"What are you doing here? I booked the field. I made sure I booked it first."

"Ah, but I got a special note," Flint said, pulling out the note in question. "Signed by Professor Snape. 'I, Professor S. Snape, give the Slytherin team permission to practice today on the Quidditch field, owing to needing to train their new Seeker.'"

"New Seeker?" Wood asked, thrown a little. "Where?"

From behind the large forms of the six other members of the Slytherin team came Draco Malfoy.

"Congrats Draco," Tanya spoke while barely giving Draco any real attention before turning back to the two team captains. "Well, if the two of you are so adamant about training today, the first Saturday morning of the school year, it seems there is only one solution."

"Oh? And what is that?" Flint asked with a cruel smile.

"A pickup game. There are two full teams here, just break out the balls and play a game. Everyone gets to dust off their skills, you get to give your new Seeker to experience a game, and you all get to have your fun."

"But I booked the field, they should shove off," Wood tried to argue.

"They have a note from a teacher, you have the field booked. There is plenty of space and this fulfilled everyone's needs. Now either just play the game or I'll get McGonagall to resolve this issue."

It was after a tense stare down between the two captains that ended with a nod that they agreed to just play. While everyone else was getting into position, Harry noticing Tanya managed to slip away, Harry sidled up to Draco.

"So, you managed to get on the team?" Harry asked, looking at Draco's broom.

"Yeah. My father got me the new Nimbus 2001 and donated a set of 2000s to the team," Draco said, puffing up his chest as though spending a bunch of money was a skillful thing to do.

Harry just smiled. "Well, good luck."

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Hermione Granger

Hermione was by herself at the Great Hall, a book propped open as she had a light breakfast, when Tanya dropped into the seat next to her.

"Morning. Harry and Ron haven't come down yet," Hermione started.

"They're at the Quidditch Pitch playing against the Slytherins in a pickup game because Wood has no idea how to schedule things with people."

"What do you mean?"

Tanya was loading up a plate with eggs and toast as she explained. "Wood booked the field, but didn't bother letting any of the team know about it until this morning and may not have even bothered actually letting any of the staff know if the booking is just making a note in some calendar."

"You seem unusually upset about this," Hermione said.

Tanya's face flushed. "I am having a heavy month and am a bit irritable right now."

It took a moment for Hermione to understand what Tanya meant when school had just started, but then the knut dropped and she realized it was not related to school at all. "Oh. I think I may have something in my bag," Hermione started, grabbing her school bag that she had with her… on a Saturday without classes.

"It's fine," Tanya said, grabbing Hermione's wrist. "I just need some food and to spend the rest of the day curled up in bed. That was what I was planning on doing until a certain captain decided at the last minute that we were going to have practice."

"You sure?" Hermione asked.

"If you want to help someone, grab a few things and bring them out to the field. I doubt anyone in the Gryffindor team got a chance to have any breakfast. Just do me one little favor if you do."

Hermione was unsure about agreeing considering the rather vicious smile on Tanya's lips, but nodded her head anyways.

"Make sure Wood gets nothing."

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Halloween. Halloween had occurred. In the addled mind of a man under the Imperius curse, he knew that much. His family's house elf told him and has managed to convince his father to give him a treat. A Halloween meal. Halloween had always been one of his favorite holidays and the house elf knew this.

This Halloween was different though. This Halloween was special.

Master returned. Master was back. The mark showed it. The mark proved it. He had to return to his Master. The fog over his mind was being pushed back. For the first time in over a decade, his head was his own.

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Albus Dumbledore

It had been two months since the start of the school year and there had been thankfully no other crisis that popped up in that time. The Sunday language club was in full swing with Harry doing his best to pass on his knowledge of Parseltongue, though it seemed there was an active magical component to the language that Harry was subconsciously using and was hard for even Albus to learn.

That was the good news. The unfortunate news was that while leaving Nearly Headless Nick's 500th Deathday Party, a rather special opportunity for anyone living to get to attend, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Tanya came across a rather unfortunate scene.

Argus's cat has been petrified and hung from a torch in the hall across from a message scrawled in blood. 'Enemies of the heir, beware.'

Rather melodramatic in Albus's opinion, but highly concerning. Getting that cleaned up would be a pain, rumors were beginning to spread among the students already on what it could mean, and Argus was distraught. The man was not the best caretaker of the school, but he was still part of the school and it saddened Albus to see him in such a state.

So Albus was working away in his office trying to organize things and figure out what his next step was when Severus barged in.

"He's back."

"Who's back?" Albus asked, befuddled as he was not aware of anyone having left recently.

Severus pulled up his sleeve to show a dark, black tattoo of a snake intertwined with a skull on his left forearm. Albus shot up to his feet. "When was this?"

"Minutes ago."

Albus looked over at the clock. It was just past 6 in the morning. What ritual would be done at this early of an hour that could see the return of him?

It was late for Albus, and Severus too judging by the bags under his eyes, but that was from them dealing with the events of last night. What was happening? How has he returned?

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Lord Voldemort

It had been a long journey across the Colonies to get to the God forsaken swamps that held the secrets to Voldemort's revival. Trusting strangers was not high on Voldemort's list of things to do in order to return to the flesh, but he had only limited time before his current host's body crumbled apart fully.

Immortality gave Voldemort the comfort of knowing he could take his time, but that time had to be balanced against current needs. So Voldemort and his loyal, but doomed, servant found themselves standing in a shack with macabre decorations hanging all over the place with a woman swaying in place under the Imperius curse and a lanky man examining the silvery unicorn's blood carefully held in glass vials.

"Hmm, yes," the man said, giving a toothy grin. "Dis will do. Dough I mus' warn you the Loa are na ta be trifled wid. You make your request, give them what dey want, and pray dey like you enough."

"That will not be a problem," Voldemort hissed from the back of Quirrell's head.

"Den you both kneel here," the man said, grabbing a staff that has been leaning against a wall. "And we begin now."

Voldemort scowled as Quirrell motioned for the woman to kneel down, head bowed before joining shortly after.

The staff met the ground with a thudding crack, a rhythmic pounding beginning as the man began circling Quirrell and the woman. Incense began smoking throughout the shack and the already dark shack became even darker.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

The man began to chant as he circled, pouring out a circle of cornmeal around the kneeling pair.

Thunkthunkthunk.

The pounding grew faster. The man dipping his hand into a bucket of ashes that he swiped down his face, creating a skull-like visage.

Thnkthnkthnk.

Faster the pounding went, the chant turned to song. A wind began whipping through the shack.

Total darkness. Silence. It came as a shocking stop to the frenzy building to a crescendo.

"Now, what the fuck do we have here?" A voice said. It sounded similar to the man Voldemort had come to, but there was a difference to it. A change in cadence.

Fwsh.

A match was struck, causing the candles around the shack to come alight with purple flames. The man was in a different outfit. A purple suit with tails and a top hat. The man leaned over to look Quirrell over as he lit a fat cigar.

"Well, aren't you a bag of shit?"

"I take it you are the spirit I seek," Voldemort said, causing the figure of the man to step around Quirrell to get a closer look. Glowing purple eyes meeting red.

A cloud of smoke was blown into Voldemort's face. "A bastard on the back of a cunt?"

Voldemort scowled. "Give him the gift," Voldemort demanded of Quirrell.

"Y-yes, master." Quirrell barely revealed the bottle before it was plucked out of his hand.

"Well, you got good tastes it seems," the man said, kneeling in front of the woman and lifting her chin. "Good fucking tastes indeed."

Without further ado, the bottle of rhum was cracked open and the man took a large swig. "You have the attention of Bawon Samdi. Now tell me, who the fuck are you?"

"I am Lord Voldemort."

Samdi chuckled. "I see. I see. The bitch anchored their soul to the living world. And now you want me to return you to life?"

Voldemort would have liked to spit out his demands, but held his tongue. He had done his research, delved into the mysteries of the Dark Arts. He was well aware of what he was dealing with. "Yes. I seek to return to the flesh and regain my rightful place."

"Well, my dear bouzen koulèv, I believe I can help you. But! A stipulation."

"Of course. What is your demand?" Voldemort asked, knowing that it would not be so simple.

"First, we will party together. Second, to maintain your new body, you will have to treat it right." Bawon Samdi had a wide grin that made it clear he did not mean that Voldemort was to live a healthy lifestyle with plenty of veggies. "You will wear purples, blacks, and whites. None of your silly greens. And you will drink rum."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes as he stared at the Bawon. He didn't trust Bawon Samdi, but the deal was clear cut and not too out of line with what Voldemort was willing to do.

"Is that all?"

Bawon spread his hands out wide. "Do I seem like a guy that needs to lie? I will keep you out of the grave so long as you do as I asked."

"Agreed."

Laughter began to fill the shack along with thick clouds of smoke.

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Harry Potter

With a start, Harry sat upright clutching his forehead as his scar pounded in pain. His head swam with lingering images of debaucherous activities that left him blushing hard even thinking back to the dream.

AN: I'm on Bluesky https://bsky.app/profile/halfbakedcat.bsky.social

 

[Nicolette]

Love the title for this chapter
Did Voldie have to do a magic dance?

 

[Aravis]

Thanks for the chappy!!!!
Lol, is he going to come back looking like the original Tom or like Voldemort, but in purple?

 

[Catamaran]

5 bucks Voldy is now the woman they decided to sacrifice.

 

[Childe Roland]

So... how long does he have to change his outfit if something changes it's color? Because dying to a color change charm would be about the most embarrassing death possible.

 

[ZacSunTiBidea]

So... how long does he have to change his outfit if something changes it's color? Because dying to a color change charm would be about the most embarrassing death possible.

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If I recall my Loa legalese (and the sources were reliable), he'd be fine as long as he took it off before changing venue.

'Dress yourself in' is the action of putting on the clothing and presenting yourself in them, translated into solid terms.

That said, if he reliably fails to discard the offending cloth at the earliest convenience, Samdi is exactly the sort of asshole to have the other colors turn into venomous biting insects.

 

[ChickenZero]

5 internet cookies says that old Voldie can't use magic unless he drinks rum, but gets wasted the moment he does drink.

 

[Kristoff Umber]

This is giving me Dr. Facilier vibes. Not sure what a Loa is, but the accent makes me think of the bayou.

 

[ZacSunTiBidea]

This is giving me Dr. Facilier vibes. Not sure what a Loa is, but the accent makes me think of the bayou.

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The Loa are, very loosely speaking, 'The Hoodoo Gods'.

There's a whole line of theology just trying to pin down who the minor names even are, but ol' Samdi is not a minor name.

He's more easily researched under the name Baron Samedi, and he's the skeleton psychopomp that seems to have given the Loa their vibe in the first place.

Facilier's shtick is ripped straight from practices dealing with and honoring the Baron.

 

[Half_Baked_cat]

Thanks for the chappy!!!!
Lol, is he going to come back looking like the original Tom or like Voldemort, but in purple?

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#AccidentallyTransVoldemort

5 bucks Voldy is now the woman they decided to sacrifice.

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#AccidentallyTransVoldemort

So... how long does he have to change his outfit if something changes it's color? Because dying to a color change charm would be about the most embarrassing death possible.

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If I recall my Loa legalese (and the sources were reliable), he'd be fine as long as he took it off before changing venue.

'Dress yourself in' is the action of putting on the clothing and presenting yourself in them, translated into solid terms.

That said, if he reliably fails to discard the offending cloth at the earliest convenience, Samdi is exactly the sort of asshole to have the other colors turn into venomous biting insects.

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To further add to this, consent is a concept that Baron Saturday understands. So it is not an instant death to change the colors of Voldemort's clothes if Voldemort was not wanting to wear such an outfit, but it will need to be a priority to change into something appropriate as soon as possible because without that urgency… Voldemort is basically consenting to continue being in the wrong clothing.

This is giving me Dr. Facilier vibes. Not sure what a Loa is, but the accent makes me think of the bayou.

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Oh, you have a lot of classics to get through. Voodoo is an Old trope of Hollywood.

https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BorrowinSamedi

He's more easily researched under the name Baron Samedi, and he's the skeleton psychopomp that seems to have given the Loa their vibe in the first place.

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He is also Baron Saturday and is specifically the Loa of the crossroads. Of death and rebirth. He ensures the corpses of the dead rot away so they do not come back as zombies (another thing out of Voodoo lore). He also loves tobacco and rum.