Tom Riddle, 15 years old, in the middle of the London Blitz suddenly finds himself in a future with no allies, resources, information, and everyone he knows treats him with enough restraint to not murder him on the spot. It takes a lot to truly ruin a human being, to rot them so thoroughly even fruit flies avoid the stench. Tom doesn't want this bullshit, he doesn't want to die

JustcallmeZari Contest: 'If I am to perish, I will not die without last requests.' He summed up, nostrils flaring as his head turned towards the west, 'I will not leave without seeing she who still welcomes me.'. Loki has one request before he is to die- by his hand or another. Sigyn. if only escaping was easy. Avoiding Thor and all of Asgard's scouts searching for him? Well...

Revenge is the misguided attempt to transform shame and pain into pride. Being forsaken and neglected, ignored and forgotten, revenge seems a fairly competent obligation. Good thing he's going to make his brother pay. Dark!Harry! Slytherin!Harry! WrongBoyWhoLived.

New legislation mandates all individuals campaigning for the post of Minister of Magic, must be a Pureblood of at least three (3) generations. Tom Riddle is a genius, and originally he was planning on just murdering his way into this, but now? Well. Tom Riddle was a very very petty man, and nobody discriminates against him.

11 years ago, my 'brother' survived the killing curse. 8 years ago I was given up for adoption. 5 years ago, my orphanage was destroyed in a bloodbath. 4 years ago I found my place at the Dark Lords side. And now, i'm going to Hogwarts, I am Harry Potter

Challenge:Trying to move into the Avenger's tower was difficult, mostly because of the rooms. They had seen a mechanical kitchen, a closet- garage, a pollo court, a spa even, but a lab? No. The idea that a lab even existed was preposterous, almost silly. Where else would Stark make all of his inventions-was that a robot? What kind of name is Dummy? A Fire Extinguisher? What?

You humans are so blind, you don't even care to look over that little paper bag on all your heads. So let's take it off. No illusions, no disguises. You think monsters don't exist? They're just good at hiding- so let's shine that spotlight. Demons, angels, ghosts and ghouls- run away. You don't have your precious shadows to hide in anymore. Let the games begin.

Challenge: "I'm fine. I'm just a little sore- nothing the med wing can't fix. Maybe I can even get Coulson to schedule us one of those fancy massages...what? Tasha what's wrong?" "I'm sorry Clint. Coulson didn't make it."