Prequel to The Nightmare Man. How did Harry Potter become a feared lord from ancient times? Here we'll see the start of it. Warnings: Violence, gore, evil!Harry and Twisted!Harry. Seriously, for quite a bit he's not friendly at all with humans. Be warned. Disclaimers: I don't own Harry Potter nor do I make any money writing this. This fanfiction can be found on fanfiction.net. It is written by Tiro.

Dark Lord Harry Potter was born 1914, and was instrumental in defeating Grindelwald. A powerful force in politics, the rising Lord Voldemort can not avoid him, but instead of the rivalry he wishes for, political circumstances force an alliance. While both their similarities and differences clash, they cannot help but become closer over time, and both have lessons still to learn. This story is not mine, it belongs to this-bright-eyed-soul on ffn.net. The cover isn't mine either.

Alice Potter's Hogwarts letter came six years too late. She is totally new in this world of magic and gets a tutor who needs to help her catch up for everything she missed... Draco Malfoy. What happens though if your tutor is a really annoying but handsome jerk? And what if you fall for him? On top of that she finds her long lost brother she didn't even know existed.

Briar Emeralds was not a witch. Although that is what she seemed to most, she was a faerie. But living in a world where the fae were now extinct, Briar knew she must not share her secret. However when she is thrown into a magic school with wizards and witches in the 1940's, she meets a young, cunning and handsome Tom Riddle, who may just want to use her to his own advantage. Rankings: #1 in Dark Arts - 31/10/2021 #1 in The Fae - 9/01/2022 #1 in Lord Voldemort - 4/02/2022 #1 in Tom Marvolo Riddle - 22/02/22 #1 in Tom Riddle - 24/02/22 #1 in Pure-blood - 11/03/2022 #1 in Faeries - 18/03/2022

(Completed) Freya Grindelwald, grand daughter of Gellert Grindelwald was called into Dumbledore's office. Who else can be a better fit to go back in time and stop Tom Riddle from becoming Voldemort then a dark wizard's grand daughter, after all, she knows how the mind of a dark wizard works. ⚠️TW⚠️ Mature content 16 +

"Oh my love," Voldemort sighed. "Aren't you tired of this endless running? You don't look well. All this writhing in the dust like a hunted animal doesn't suit you." Harry struggled against the binds keeping him in place, his breaths coming out in sharps pants as he twisted away from his touch. He's a monster, he reminded himself, forcing himself not to think about how gentle he could be with him. How much he missed his touch. You need to run from him, run far, far away. You are in the middle of a war! "I'm tired of chasing," Voldemort continued, stepping closer to Harry's struggling form. "Of indulging this little game of yours. Let's stop pretending there's anywhere you could run where I would not find you." He paused in front of Harry and knelt down, a hand reaching out to caress his cheek possessively. "Let's stop pretending you want to be anywhere but my arms, hmm?" "Go to hell!" Harry spits, jerking away from his touch. "I'm not yours!" "And that, my love, is where you're wrong," Voldemort said with a crazed smirk. "Nothing, not even death, could keep me from you. You always have and always will belong to me!" |.-.-.-.-.-.-.-| Voldemort had finally won. He defeated the light and gained control over Magical Britain, and in the process, he had lost everything. As he remembers how he met, fell in love with, and ultimately lost Harry Potter, he realizes that in his greed, Voldemort had ruined everything that ever mattered to him. But when new information comes to light, it's a race against time to bring Harry Potter back from the dead and reconcile their relationship or risk losing the love of his life forever... ...Even if it means getting help from what's left of the Golden Trio.

When Harry's name comes out of the Goblet of Fire, he is livid. He didn't bloody want to join a deadly tournament, but it seems like no one believes him, so he swears a wizarding oath. Now everyone believes him, but he still isn't excused from the tournament. Almost on the point of wanting to give up on his magic, Death interferes because Death's chosen child can't lose his magic. **** ''This is why you are going to be perfect.'' Death almost croons, making Harry blush. ''If you're going with me to train, you will be back in no time. Time travels differently in my realm.'' Harry nods. He suspected something like that. ''Then I will go with you to train. It is only fair. The others are older and have more experience.'' ''Harry, no!'' Dumbledore exclaims, but Harry knows it is too late. Death is already grasping his arm, and then everything turns dark around him. !Disclaimer! All characters belong to J.K Rowling This story belongs to MBlack93 on AO3 link to story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34047913/chapters/84691633

What if Harry didn't turn out how Dumbledore expected? What if he was changed by the horcrux and his experiences at the hands of the Dursleys? What if Voldemort got there first? A dark Harry fan fic with a father son relationship between Harry and Voldemort (it develops through the story). I don't own the pics or characters save a couple OCs and their story line.

I sat on the Hogwarts express in my third year. I was reading a book, all alone in a compartment when the door slid open. "Oh, sorry." The boy standing in the doorway said. "Um... mind if I join?" I shook my head. "I don't care what you do." I said, not too pleased at being interrupted. He smiled, amused, and took a seat across from me. "I'm Tom." "I know." I looked back to my book. And that's how the most embarrassing, but best part of my life began.

Ranboo is an orphan who has never found a good foster home. One day, a guy named Phil takes an interest to Ranboo. What would this mysterious family be like? Would he finally find a home? This was originally written on Ao3, but I decided to put it here as well. My ao3 is 'Hiya2463' if you'd like to leave support there as well :} This has sadly been discontinued :( ***Cover art is not mine***