Summary: Prior to Hogwarts, Harry had stayed mostly invisible to the teachers and adults around him his whole life. But Tom Riddle, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, looked at Harry like he was something to be wanted. It's not the first time that Harry's had his stance corrected in Professor Riddle's practical Defense classes-the professor frequently advised students on small adjustments, shifting a foot back here, correcting a wrist swish there-but it's the first time that Riddle has wrapped his entire hand around Harry's, adjusting the angle of his wand movement for an Alohomora. All of a sudden, a frisson of warmth runs up Harry's arm-just like the first time he had grasped his phoenix and holly wand in Ollivander's shop-and a shower of golden sparks shoots out the tip. He gasps in surprise. "What was that?" he asks, instinctively taking a step backwards and bumping against Riddle standing behind him. Riddle's hand is still wrapped around Harry's, and his whole arm-his whole body, actually-feels so nice, buzzing with pleasure and warmth and the feeling of pure magic, exactly like the moment that he knew instantly his wand was his. ‼️this story belongs to eleven_eaves on ao3‼️ Ranked: #280 - harrypotter #346 - Chan #2 - canonrewrite #15 - fastburn #16 - Harrymort #1 - studentrelationship #114 - Tomarry #2 - professortomriddle #360 - agedifference #3 - possessivetomriddle #153 - dubcon #304 - sizedifference #421 - explicitsexualcontent #3 - emotionalmanipulation #31 - powerimbalance