Summary: She scoffed, looking at her bright red painted nails, "Nothing is more pressing than finding my master a match." Harry rolled his eyes and began to put on the robes he had designed. "Is he a Dark Lord as well?" "Not yet." "That's promising." Or Abraxas convinces the resident Dark Lord to visit a club in Italy which turns out to be the biggest mistake in his life because now he cannot get Harry whatever-his-last name is off his mind. ‼️this story belongs to TreywisKrucks on ao3‼️ Art credit: koshlis on tumblr Ranked: #26 - 1940s #28 - marriageproposal #474 - Voldemort #1 - talkofsuicide #449 - tomriddle #28 - abraxasmalfoy #258 - Tomarry #91 - Harrymort #5 - purebloodsociety #6 - masterofdeathharrypotter #750 - alternateuniverse #62 - worldbuilding #7 - Tomarrymort