Autoclave

"I dreamt that I was perched atop a throne of human skulls/on a cliff above the ocean, howling wind and screaming seagulls/and the dream went on forever/one single static frame/sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name"A fic based on my love of the song Autoclave by The Mountain Goats in which Harry sides with the Dark from an early age and just might have what it takes to save the Dark, as well as its Lord.Tom Riddle is an Autoclave, and he knows it, but will Harry let himself be sterilized by the brutal man? Not if his stubborn self has anything to say about it.

This work is based on my love of the song "Autoclave" by The Mountain Goats. My own interpretation of lyrics will be found here-in, and I kindly request that anyone who has any issues with the song, or songfics in general, please do not read this, as it will likely not be your cup of tea. That shouldn't take effect for some chapters now, though. Special shoutout to anyone whom I previously pissed off with my incorrect reference, that I have now fixed after reading over what I had typed here while my brain was on autopilot earlier. All Hail The Mountain Goats for this lovely song.