∽ This is the rewritten version ∽ Harry Potter came into some truths after the Battle of Hogwarts. With his newfound knowledge, can he move on from the betrayal he experienced from the people closest to him? Can a local vampire help him heal and make him realize he deserves to have his chance at happiness? **I do not own anything from Twilight or Harry Potter universe. It belongs to the talented authors**

Harry is abused by his uncle and wishes he was somewhere else. Suddenly he finds himself transported back in time only to find himself faced with a young Tom Riddle, Harry promptly faints. (Not mine the original ao3 author is LadyLizzyB)

Harry Potter had always known he was different. His parents never looked enough like him, his powers could never be passed off as magic, and his life could never be his own. He knew there was something wrong, something abnormal, but every time he got close to the answer, something would stop him. He gave up figuring out whether it was his luck or his fate a long time ago. So he had resigned himself to yet another summer alone, cooped up in the Dursley's surviving on what little scraps he could find. He hadn't expected to be chased by some mythical creature on the train back. He hadn't expected to be taken to some camp, lead by a half goat. He hadn't expected to find 3 dads when he was only looking for one. He hadn't expected to spend the next half of his year participating in the Triwizard Tournament with Gods living in his school.

Finding out that some of the Wesley's and Hermione he thought as family had betrayed him, Harry wishes for something that seems impossible. With that single wish, Harry is thrown back into his one year old Body with a mind seeking for revenge. Watch out Hogwarts, a new Harry Potter is taking over. Most impressive ranking: #14 harrypotter #1 ronbashing #1 bashing (7/4/22) #1 hogwartsschoolofwitchcraftandwizardry #1 dumbledorebashing #1 hermionebashing

ᴀʟʙᴜꜱ ᴘᴇʀᴄɪᴠᴀʟ ᴡᴜʟꜰʀɪᴄ ʙʀɪᴀɴ ᴅᴜᴍʙʟᴇᴅᴏʀᴇ, ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜱɪᴅᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ᴅᴜᴍʙʟᴇᴅᴏʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴏ ʟɪɢʜᴛ? ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʟʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡɪᴢᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ? ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ, ʟʏɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʀᴀᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜱᴏ ʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɪᴛ? ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʟᴏʀᴅ ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴠᴏʟᴅᴇᴍᴏʀᴛ? ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ʜᴀʀʀʏ, ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ 2 ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴀʙᴜꜱɪᴠᴇ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇʜᴏʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɴᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ. ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ɢᴀɪɴ ᴀ ꜱᴜʙᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ꜱʟᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴀɪɴ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴛɪᴏɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴢᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ? ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ, ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ɪᴛ? ʙᴜᴛ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟ? ᴀɴᴅ, ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴠᴇʀᴜꜱ ꜱɴᴀᴘᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰᴀʀ ᴏɴᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴄᴀᴜꜱɪɴɢ ʜᴀʀʀʏ (ᴏʀ ɪꜱ ʜᴇ?) ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ɪɴʜᴇʀɪᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ. ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ

Harry Potter finally understands why his potions professor, Severus Snape, seems to pretty much hate the ground he walks on, after Harry inadvertently gets into his Pensieve during an Occlumency lesson. Despite his attempts at apologizing, the older man doesn't seem to want to hear it. As time goes by, however, and their lessons are forced to resume again, Harry comes to terms with his attraction towards the older man, and Severus, although reluctant to do so, gives in to kissing the young man, and a relationship blooms between them. When times are shaken up because of various Death Eaters threatening to destroy life as they know it, both men are thrust into the center of it all, especially when Sirius Black, now Harry's guardian, catches wind of the relationship and puts an end to it by force. Will their love be strong enough to handle the war, their separation, and will it prove to be the power the Dark Lord knows not?

Introduction - "Remember boy, you will not make any noise whatsoever tonight or you will be in a world of pain. Do you understand me?" "Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes, sir, I understand you." "Good. Go on boy, get!" Vernon nodded and pointed towards the stairs. Harry numbly ran up the stairs to his room which was originally Dudley's second bedroom. The bedroom didn't have more than a ratty mattress on a broken bed frame, a brown dresser in the corner near a window that was bolted shut and covered in bars, a nightstand near the bed on it, a broken lamp, and a desk that seemed a million years old. ~~~~ If you liked that make sure to continue reading! It gets so much more interesting!! Make sure to leave a kudos and comments also make sure to share this story with your closest friends, mailman, or even your great grandma who knows maybe she will enjoy it! Credit to the story Lord of Time on AO3 for giving me some ideas!! This is basically my own take on that!

As a child, Harry knew he wasn't normal, and that no one would love him for it. He knew what he had to do. So, he become what they wanted him to be. He became: the doll the Dursley's needed the champion the wizards needed And the boy that everyone wanted him to be. But that might all change. Harrymort or Tomarry Warnings: - Mentions of DID (dissociative identify disorder) - Past abuse (I'll try to keep it to a minimun) - I think that's it, but if there is something I missed, list in comments I accept criticism with my grammar, cause I'm trash at it, and information because it's been while since I've been in the fandom. I know enough to get me through, but if miss inform something, shout it out. Updates will be, painstakingly, slow if you already know this. I apologize. I not very good at being consistent with writing, but I'll do better. Now my knowledge in metal disorders or illnesses are a bit rusty so I'm sorry if make any mistakes. For those that already this, sorry taking so long I'm adding this part in.