Hermione Granger, who wants to use knowledge to change the world. Ronald Weasley, who wants to finally be free of his family's shadow. Harry Potter, who wants to be great, to be admired, to be free. When Voldemort rises he doesn't find an old man and a couple of do gooders. He faces a witch with a brilliant mind and no taste for mercy, a wizard that delights in bloodshed and manipulates people like he moves chess pieces, and the broken, bloody boy that's won their loyalty. ------ Updated Every Monday. ------ This book is inspired by a Pinterest prompt! The blurb is NOT MY WORK I've just edited it slightly from the original post, the link to the post is in the introduction chapter! Check it out! I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, J.K. ROWLING OWNS IT AND THIS IS PURELY A FANFICTION WORK.

In the mist of a stormy Halloween, a mysterious emerald eyed baby is left on the front steps of Sunderland Orphan Asylum. This baby had only one name etched into the blanket, he was a peculiar child with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. This child was different then any other child there for he was capable of the impossible. At the age of Seven he leaves the rotten place he has called home, setting out to his destiny he was born for. Years later, with Lord Voldemort rising to power once again in the wizarding world, a new Dark force is making its way out in the world. And they are out for blood...

How was Harry supposed to know that collecting three certain artefacts was a bad idea? Or that Phoenix tears did not neutralise but merely counter acted Basilisk venom? When he found out it was already too late. Way too late. In more than just one aspect. xXxXxXx "I'm sorry, Hadrian, I know you don't want me to do this. But you were never meant to be alone - separated." He choked back his cries and screams and pleas to stop, because he knew it was too late. His little moon smiled while blood flowed down her body like a river and magic swept around them, the very magic she's giving her life to. Cross-posted on Ao3

"OBLIVIATE!" Lockheart bellows, pointing one Ronald Weasley's taped up wand at two figures adorned in Gryffindor red robes. Then, a burst of light exploded in the room, making it impossible to see anything except plain, utter white, as a deafening crash of rocks could be heard from a mile away, caving up one side of an entire archway. Nostalgia began to cloud his mind, like cotton being stuck into his earholes, making it hard to hear anything. And suddenly, memories started flashing before his eyes What if in Harry's past life, he was Salazar Slytherin? What if Hermione was Rowena Ravenclaw, Luna was Helga Hufflepuff and Neville was Godric Gryffindor? The Founders were back once more at Hogwarts... Warnings ⚠️ -Swearing -there is literally no plot -some references you may have heard from -absolutely revolting grammar that is worse than Dazai kicking you like Akutagawa (if you know, you know and now were best friends and there is nothing you can do about it.) -and some dark humour This story has been heavily inspired by 'I'm not the heir of Slytherin, I am Slytherin' by Akshaya2006 ( go check it out! Its a really good book)

Harry Potter is 17 years old when the Triwizard Tournament comes to Britain. His brother, Justin Potter, may be the Boy-Who-Lived, but after his last four years of schooling the Potter Heir was already acclimating a legendary reputation. After saving the life of Fleur Delacour at the Quidditch World Cup, Harry begins to to gather allies in new places. AU GoF, MentorGellert, FleurXHarry.

Harry starts up a Rebellion after Dumbledore is forced to flee Hogwarts and his two targets are Dolores Umbridge and Severus Snape. He has a foolproof plan: to drive them insane by acting insane himself.

𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀, ❝𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲; 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘁.❞ ❝𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲.❞ 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗴𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗹𝘆, 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻, ❝𝗟𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻, 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿.❞ 𝗘𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿-𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸, 𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵, 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲.