Tom Riddle has never been interested in attachments. People are useful, disposable, or simply in the way. Then he notices a younger Slytherin girl sitting alone in the library, looking completely innocent and unaware of the attention she’s caught. What begins as simple curiosity quickly becomes something much darker. Because Tom Riddle has decided that she is worth protecting—and once Tom decides something belongs in his life, he will do anything to keep it there.
Ten years after Tom Riddle’s mysterious death, {y/n} discovers his ghost haunting the halls of Hogwarts—and somehow, she’s the only student who can see him. What begins as curiosity becomes midnight meetings, forbidden secrets, and an impossible attachment between a girl with her whole life ahead of her and a boy whose life already ended. But Tom Riddle isn’t haunting Hogwarts by accident. And the closer {y/n} gets to the truth, the more she realizes: Tom may not be as dead as everyone believes.
You were Tom’s first horcrux—and you have no idea. Now he has to protect the very person who seems set on destroying him with the worst thing of all: feelings.
Some monsters are made. Some are loved into something else. Y/n has always existed slightly outside time. Bound to ancient magic older than wandcraft itself, she remembers timelines that no longer exist — and feels the moments that refuse to be changed. When the most feared dark wizard in history recognizes her in the aftermath of a battle, she knows that one choice could rewrite everything. To prevent Tom Riddle from becoming Lord Voldemort, she must step into his past.
Monday was supposed to happen once. Instead, Y/n wakes up to the same morning. The same conversations. The same classes. The same infuriating Thomas Riddle. Again. And again. And again. Everyone else forgets when midnight comes. Only Y/n and Thomas remember. What begins as a desperate attempt to escape becomes an eternity of stolen adventures, broken rules, ridiculous arguments, and secrets neither would dare confess if tomorrow actually existed. Somewhere between their hundredth Monday and the possibility of Tuesday, the person Y/n once couldn’t stand becomes the only person who understands her at all. But the day isn’t repeating by accident. Something happened the first time Monday ended. And Thomas already knows that some things are much harder to let go of than time.