It's post war and Harrison 'Harry' James potter is depressed. He's depressed that all these people gave up their lives for him. So in his sleep he just gives up. He dies peacefully in his sleep. After expecting to wake up in Kings Cross, he is shocked to discover he is in fact in Deaths Office. Turns out he is the master of Death. And he gets a second chance to change everything. And have a much better chance at life whilst living up to his Marauder heritage. This time Hogwarts sees a tall handsome boy with messy black hair a lightning bolt scar, vivid green eyes full of mischief and life. Not a small, scrawny, messy haired boy with full green eyes that are full of fear and naivety. He takes Hogwarts by the storm with his humour, pranks and skill. NO DUMBLEDORE BASHING GOOD DUMBLEDORE BAD VOLDEMORT GOOD GRANGERS GOOD WEASLEYS GOOD ORDER Had reached: #1 in time turner #2 in marauders #1 in mod (master of death) #1 in good Weasleys # 1 in good dumbledore

Harry goes to sleep after the final battle... but he wakes up at his first Welcoming Feast under the Sorting Hat. Harry has been thrown back in time into his eleven-year-old body. If he's going to have suffer through this again, he's going to do all he can to make sure he enjoys himself

*This story is complete and will not updated any longer check out the revamp When Blood Comes Calling.* A strange turn of events, a mysterious baby is left on the front steps of Sunderland Orphan Asylum. He has only one name on the blanket which read Hadrian. The green eyed baby with a lightning bolt on his forehead grew to know that he was special but didn't know what yet. At the age of five years he leaves the rotten place he has called home, which coincidentally burnt down the next day. A disgruntled old headmaster is wondering if Micheal hadn't been the boy-who-lived and is has been his twin but he has been presumed dead. Now a new Dark force is making its way up again, was this Dumbledore greatest mistake naming the wrong boy-who-lived? I do not own anything that belongs to this world, only this plot.

Proffesor Snape turned and stared at Harry, one eyebrow raised. "Mr. Potter! Are you paying attention?" "Y-Yes, Proffesor." "Tell me what would you get if I asked you to add powdered root of Asphodel to an infusion of Wormwood?" Snape asked, knowing that the first year wouldn't know the answer. "I-I don't kn-know Sir." Harry said, his throat tightening severely. "Very well, Mr. Potter, where would you go if I asked you to get a Bezoar?" "I-I s-suppose t-the supply c-closet, P-Proffessor" Harry said, his heart racing and his breathing becoming shallow. "I-what?" Snape asked, not expecting this answer from a Gryffindor. "Th-the s-supply c-closet, Sir?" Harry repeated. "Well... umm yes, technically, but if I didn't have one then where would you go to get one?" "Th-the s-store s-sir?" Harry asked trying to think of a suitable answer. "Think Potter. Where does a bezoar come from?" "I d-don't know sir!" Harry cried, tears prickling his eyes. "And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?" Snape asked. "I-I don't know, Sir" Snape stepped closer to Harry, who in return flinched away. "For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so power-" Snape stopped talking as Harry quickly wrote down every word the man was saying. "What are you doing?" "Ta-Taking N-Notes Proffesor." Harry said, quietly. "Is that what you were doing before?" Snape asked, surprised. "Y-Yes, Sir." "Hmm..." Snape hummed "Five points to Gryffindor." the class gasped and stared at the Proffesor "And see me after class, P-Harry." "Y-Yes, sir."

BOOK TWO ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Proffesor Snape turned and stared at Harry, one eyebrow raised. "Mr. Potter! Are you paying attention?" "Y-Yes, Proffesor." "Tell me what would you get if I asked you to add powdered root of Asphodel to an infusion of Wormwood?" Snape asked, knowing that the first year wouldn't know the answer. "I-I don't kn-know Sir." Harry said, his throat tightening severely. "Very well, Mr. Potter, where would you go if I asked you to get a Bezoar?" "I-I s-suppose t-the supply c-closet, P-Proffessor" Harry said, his heart racing and his breathing becoming shallow. "I-what?" Snape asked, not expecting this answer from a Gryffindor. "Th-the s-supply c-closet, Sir?" Harry repeated. "Well... umm yes, technically, but if I didn't have one then where would you go to get one?" "Th-the s-store s-sir?" Harry asked trying to think of a suitable answer. "Think Potter. Where does a bezoar come from?" "I d-don't know sir!" Harry cried, tears prickling his eyes. "And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?" Snape asked. "I-I don't know, Sir" Snape stepped closer to Harry, who in return flinched away. "For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so power-" Snape stopped talking as Harry quickly wrote down every word the man was saying. "What are you doing?" "Ta-Taking N-Notes Proffesor." Harry said, quietly. "Is that what you were doing before?" Snape asked, surprised. "Y-Yes, Sir." "Hmm..." Snape hummed "Five points to Gryffindor." the class gasped and stared at the Proffesor "And see me after class, P-Harry." "Y-Yes, sir."

When Albus' plans to travel round the world after finishing his last year at Hogwarts are cut short by his mother's untimely death, Albus has to look after his wild brother and half-mad sister for the whole summer. But then, Bathilda Bagshot's great-nephew Gellert Grindlewald arrives in Godric's Hollow, and the summer suddenly starts to look far more interesting... [Disclaimer: This is based off of the knowledge I know from Fantastic Beasts: Crimes of Grindlewald (spoilers ahead) and is mostly my interpretation. I do not own any of the characters, they (regrettably) belong to that JK Rowling] This is my first fanfic, I hope y'all enjoy