He was tired of the lies and secrets kept hidden from him by those who he had wanted to trust, but knew deep within that he would never be able to, all but for a few of them. Yet those same lies and secrets were not so well hidden that he couldn't find them; much to other's detriment and plans for him. He was tired of being someone who was expected to do as he was told without question and tired of not being able to be himself. When tired of all this, backed into a corner without too many options, and an opportunity presents itself...Would you take it? Even if you know that this decision might make you out to be a villain in the eyes of many others? A choice is something we can control as we make it, but we cannot always control the outcome of what that decision does to others. How would you respond to such a decision?

Lord Voldemort survived the battle of Hogwarts and is put on trial, but what happens when mid-trial his mate defends him in the courtroom. will his mate accept him or let him rot in Azkaban? Disclaimer: I don't own harry, potter, J.K Rowling does Permission has been taken to alter the story (cc) attribution-ShareAlike

The long anticipated sequel to It was My Willing Choice; the first chapter of the second book, and continuing virtually where the last one had left off. If you haven't read the first book, I implore you to do so, or this story is not going to make sense or add up. If you have read the other story; then please journey with me as both Harry and Tom struggle to battle their own demons in order to face the war to come and to remain together. As the continue to bleed and sweat for a cause they chose to work for, and to shed tears of frustration and rage when all spins from control. Tears of sadness for those of theirs who become affected, and tears of relief and joy when they finally are allowed to fix missteps taken. Journey with them as they battle to reclaim powers that had once been theirs for molding, but were lost to them. As they uncover dark secrets of the wizard British community, and as they reveal the true characters of those who lead them in the blinding light with corrupt agendas.

During the Final Battle Voldemort is turned into a kitten and Harry takes him home thinking he's a homeless, motherless kitten. Will Voldemort stay like this forever? Will Harry figure out who it is? And what will happen when he finds himself caring about the one person he was supposed to hate?

Ever since Harry could remember he has always gotten a red rose on his birthday. Every year a red rose came to the Dursley's in an owls beak and he has kept every single rose hidden from the Dursley's. In Harry's 4th year at Hogwarts the rose came once again but this time Hedwig delivered it instead of a dark black or brown owl. How does Hedwig know the person sending him these roses? Who is sending him these roses? Why are they sending him roses? Why only on his birthday and never any other day?

Harry Potter disappeared from the Dursley's at age 5 with no trace of where he went. The wizarding world has been searching for him ever since. The search becomes more desperate as news spreads that the Dark Lord has returned. Will he be found? Where has he been all this time? Will he be able to protect them from the approaching war? Suitable for 16+. Evil Dumbledore. BxB. Gore. Blood. Violence. Sex Scenes. Idea started on: 12/09/2015 First published on: 27/08/2020

Something that'll change Harry Potter 's life forever is about to happen on his sixteenth birthday. He learns that the people who he thought were his friends lied to him. He gets two creature inheritances. That's right, TWO, not one but Two. Who is his mate? Why does he suddenly feel the need to jump Lord Moldywart ? And why does the Dark Lord look like a slightly older version of Tom Riddle? Who cares?! He's hot again! Dumbledore, Ron and Ginny bashing, M/M slash,LV/HP slash,HG/PP,NL/LL,RL/FG,SS/PE, Dark!Sadistic!Harry, dom!Harry/sub!Voldie,Mpreg, MAJOR OOCness!!! Sophisticated CRACK! Started 21 Mar 2019 at 16:42 Ended 12 Sept 2019 at 12:35

What happens when Voldemort discovers he has another horcrux he doesn't know about-and that its vessel is hurting itself to feel emotion again? Why, send him a magical journal so they can talk, of course. After all, everyone needs an ally. Warnings: abuse rape Tomarry SLASH TMR/HP TR/HP LV/HP Sub/Dom Sub!harry Dom!Tom Now COMPLETE!

After the first year of successfully manoeuvering Dumbledore's net of obstacles and schemes, Harry tries to resurrect the bodyless Dark Lord at Malfoy Manor. But did be succeed? The story is Beta read by my two fantastic Betas AliceNight and Silver Flight :D A big thank you to the two of them!

"You, Master, are now dead," Death spoke chillingly. Its bony fingers free of flesh slid down its scythe. Its hood ducked itself down, almost to show a sign of reverence. "The ritual is now completed. I am, most definitely, at your service, Master." The young man with raven hair and green eyes wasn't too pleased with Death. Before it said anything else, he carefully studied his surroundings. The way to the other life looked nothing like it had when he'd first died. Unlike the fist time, he stood outside Godric's Hollow, but the place was deserted and pitched black. It was so dark, Death easily blended in; the green glowing stone in its scythe was the only thing that alerted Harry of its presence. "Why did I not see you when I first died?" He demanded, anger from his previous life still lingering on. Death raised a bony finger. "You were not ready for me to reveal myself just yet. Your soul was too pure to be corrupt just yet; first you needed to complete cycle when it came to being my master." "And what is the cycle?" "One must use the cloak to hide from the danger. Resist the temptations of the resurrection stone. Master the wand made from the wood of the Elder tree and kill with it. One needs to corrupt their soul by taking a life." Death left some lingering silence, wanting for its new master to take in the newfound information before asking, "what do you wish of me, Master," even though it knew what was going on in Harry's mind. "You do not have to move on, I can grant what you desire." "You can grant me my family?" Death's hood tilted itself, making it seem as if it had ducked its head. Its bony fingers lightly tapped its scythe, making the sound of bone and metal echo in Harry's ears. "Undoubtedly," it confirmed. "If you wish to pay the price." "Do it."