pick your poison, babe (i'm poison either way)

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Gen
M/M
G
pick your poison, babe (i'm poison either way)
Summary
All in all, while he is inside the castle, the biggest threat on Harry’s well-being is Tom Riddle.   “Detention, Mr. Peverell. It is past curfew and you’re out, pray tell what were you doing?”   Harry did not scream nor yelp—that would be undignified but he did a kittle noise sound of surprise that left him intact. Thankfully.   He did not panic.   Okay he did—on the inside. But on the outside he was impassive as a marble stone.   Did he summon him somehow? Because Harry was thinking about him?   Riddle’s form stilled. It was a small and unnoticeable thing but to Harry’s hyperaware mind he saw he did.   Dark eyes wander on his still bloodied form.   Shit. He forgot he was still bathe in blood.  or;Harry end-up on a very famous roleplaying game in the character named 'Hadrian Peverell' that always die in every route, and survival is difficult for the sole reason that his murderer is Tom Riddle (because why)ft. Simp!TomRiddle , and Orion/Harry/Abraxas friendship
Note
Hellooooooooo >33333WELCOME folks to the first chapter of a monster of fic that this is going to become! I just got the idea of something tragic and it transitioned into this, who could have though! HAHAHAHAHAH and i'm excited to share this with you allll!! english is not my first languageand really, i tried to write it in my original language it doesn't work, it sound so hilarious it may have been a different story-so no choice there folks

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