WARNING: Triggers will not be announced beforehand, and there will be some. Read at your own risk. Harry Potter came into the Wizarding World and was expected to save them from their problems. People tried to be close to him for fame, and nobody cared what he was really like. When he discovered the betrayal of three Weasley's and Dumbledore, he decides that he doesn't have to feel bad for wanting out of the war, or to join the dark. Dumbledore has made too many mistakes, and now he's going to find out what happens when you cross Hadrian Snape.

Mature themes: Set at the beginning of 6th year after Sirius' death. Harry Potter is struggling with depression- suicide- self harm- he just wants it all to end...Harry needs help- lots of angst- Severus mentors Harry Fic

Sirius takes Harry away from the Dursleys to raise Harry himself.. ~REQUESTS TAKEN ~THESE CHAPTERS AREN'T MENT TO OFFEND ANYONE, IF THEY DO, I AM SORRY!

The clock tower rang and everyone knew it was midnight. What they didn't know was Harry Potter took his last breath. He was tired. Tired of the abuse. Tired of the harsh looks. Tired of the bullying. Tired of being used. Tired of everything. He didn't realize how many people truly cared for him. Hermione, Ron, Lavender, Ginny, Fred, George, and the most shocking two, Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape. They held a funeral for their classmate and Professor McGonagall gave them a suggestion. This is an angst story with mentions of suicide please do not read this if you get triggered easily.

Harry Potter is 6 years old when he is found abused and bruised by someone from the wizarding world. The person who found him is the least likely person who would care about the Half-Blood. When Dumbledore is informed about the abuse, he has his doubts. Will Dumbledore do something to help Harry or will he brush it off? ^^^^^^^ Warning! There is abuse in this book. Also, I own none of the characters. Down the road I may or may not add characters of my own but for the most part J.K. Rowling owns them! Hope you enjoy!

What if Harry never escapes the Dursleys? What if the abuse was much worse that we know? What if he wasnt even a Potter? Has Dumbledoor made a grave mistake? This is the story of Hadrian Alexander Riddle... Please check tags for trigger warnings! Most likely will change title and cover again later! I have changed the title and cover as it no longer fit with the plot theme for the book. I have edited some chapters and will be posting them this week. Really sorry but some bits were just bad or needed editing. If you don't want to reread that is fine and you should still be able to read it properly but i would recommend rereading. Thanks author ❤

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!]

"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 was bitten by the basilisk, the venom destroyed the Horcrux in his head, but Fawkes saved Harry's life. The basilisk venom and phoenix tears combined break the seal on Harry's magical core. Accidental magic begins to happen around him, and not all of its consequences are good. Only with the help Hermione and new friends can he learn to control his newfound power. He only hopes it's enough to save him from the Dementors and Sirius Black.

Harry Potter is utterly broken. Every death pushes down on his shoulders so hard he can barely breath. Still, people worship him, he never gets into trouble and his very best friends treat him as if he is about to break down any moment. Then Draco Malfoy barges back into his life, harsh and with no sympathy, and slowly the two former rivals become friends. Or something more? 8th year fic.