Harry James Potter. The saviour of the wizarding wold? Severus Tobius Snape. The unemotional & cold Potions Professor? Draco Lucious Malfoy. The sworn enemy? Ronald Weasley. The best friend? Hermione Granger. The smartest witch? Voldemort aka Tom Marvolo Riddle. The Dark Lord? What if these titles were all wrong? What if Harry wasn't supposed to save the whole wizarding world? Could it be that he only needed to save his adoptive father to change everything? ~This is my first fanfic.~ Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Characters. They belong to JK Rowling. Only the storyline belongs to me. Please note they Start at Hogwarts at 14 rather than 11. I thought it was more reasonable for this fanfic. Mentions of abuse and self harm (even suicide).

Harry Potter is five years old now, though he does not look it. He looks more like a small four or three year old. But, that's not the end of it. The fact that none of his neighbors know he exists, that he sleeps in a cupboard, even that his parents are dead, is not the end, nor the worst of it. No, the worst, is his uncle. The reason he doesn't speak, look at anyone, barely even breathe. Each night, he hopes for someone to come and save him, but they never come. No matter how hard he wishes, how hard he hopes, it seems he will be stuck there forever, or until his slow, agonizing march to death ends. One night, after hoping and hoping, he starts to realize he will never get saved, helped, even comforted, for his entire life. What if he's wrong, and what if a certain Slytherin can heal this broken child? What if, in turn, this broken child can heal him? THIS IS NOT SNARRY!! If that's your thing that's fine, but HARRY IS FIVE IN THIS FANFIC!! NOT SNARRY!! Do not repost on any other website/account without my permission.

Elemental AU Muggle AU Werewolf AU A society of werewolves hasn't got a lot to be afraid of, except perhaps The Lambs, a collection of elemental-magic-wielding werewolf hunters. If that wasn't important enough to worry about, the werewolf Alpha, Fenrir, has to figure out how to kidnap the Lambs' Heir, Harry. Harry just happens to be Fenrir's mate, who doesn't believe in the existence of werewolves, because his parents decided "If he didn't know about it, it can't kidnap and mate with him". This work doesn't belong to me (It belongs to 'AislingSiobhan' on another website) and am just posting it on here so I and others can read it on a website we love

That night. The night that changed everything. I can't breath as I run. Where to was a mystery to me. All I know, is that Dumbledore is not on my side, that I am just a tool. 'I can't go back,' I thought. 'He's going to send me back.' I grip my arm, which was bloody, open wounds covering it, and continued to run until I run into someone. "Oh Merlin, I sorry, I have too-" "Potter?" I look up, and almost faint when I see the Potions master towering above me. TW: Rape, suicide, self harm, and abuse. NOT SNARRY! HARRY IS THIRTEEN/FOURTEEN IN THIS FIC! PLEASE DO NOT CONSIDER THIS SNARRY!!!!!! Do not repost on any other website/account without my permission.

Harry learns things about his life he never would've before gaining a new family member and reuniting with old ones, coming to terms with people trying to control his life and doing his best to crush them in his shadow.

This is a fanfiction that I have found on Ao3. Actually Story Summary: After the war Harry Potter's world falls apart. Then he is offered a chance to try and make a better future for himself and his friends. Of course things are never simple.

After the war, all the people slowly started settling back to normal life again. Only Harry felt that he had been missing a part of him ever since he saw Severus Snape die. When he goes to the bank to ask about his accounts and to make some investments, he discovers something his dear friends and mentor were hiding from him. He decides to take the help from a certain god, namely Death, whom he is the master of, and goes back to the Marauders Era and goes to Hogwarts as Harrison Ingotus Peverell, the DADA professor. Read to know how he makes sure his mate is safe and Voldemort doesn't exist. Harry Potter is not mine. It belongs to J.K.Rowling. I have just borrowed the characters. The story is mine. Enjoy reading.

In June of 1980, Voldemort successfully took control of the Magical Ministry. For eleven years, Magical Britain was finally at peace, with only a few rebels fighting against the New Ministry. Voldemort stepped out of the limelight after the end of the war, choosing instead to focus on something important: His son. A four-year-old Inferius who goes by the name 'Little One' and is completely adored by everyone who meets him. But Little One holds a lot of mysteries. Who is he? How did he die? But most pressing, what is his relationship to the Dark Lord? Everything is fine, of course, until the Order decides to take Little One away from a very protective and possessive Dark Lord. And somehow, that is the least of the Dark Lord's problems. Add one clingy, annoying Death and one all-seeing, secretive Fate and you might just have a story! Follow Voldemort as he struggles through protecting his child, fighting off a very persistent Death, running an entire country, and for Merlin's saKE CAN HE PLEASE BEAT FATE AT ONE BLOODY GAME OF CHESS????? AKA: The Voldemort adopts an Inferius Harry fic that no one asked for, but surprise, it exists! [Very OOC and not a Tomarry/Harrymort. Recently changed summary, same story!]

Dumbledore proclaimed Rosina "Rose" Lillian Potter the "Girl-who-lived" and sent away her brother Hadrian "Harry" James Potter the real boy-who-lived to the Dursleys. They think that Hadrian is at the Dursleys when he is actually raised by the founders and merlin. He learns new Powers and comes to Hogwarts and gets sorted into Slytherin with his best friend Draco Malfoy. He then meets his godfather Sirius Black and uncle Remus Lupin. He is an absolute prodigy. The direct heir of Merlin and the founders. The light won't know what hit them. Disclaimer: This is not my original story, Original story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5243351/chapters/12096080