A cruel remark about his recent weight gain threatens to push Draco over the edge. Harry however is determined to pick up the pieces and put him back together. Drarry/Harry Potter Fanfiction. Eighth Year AU. No smut. Hurt/Comfort. 10K words.

//WINNER! Best Draco Malfoy FanFic - Wattpad Harry Potter Awards 2017// Draco is the Darkling Prince of Halloween Land...or is he? Wasn't he back at Hogwarts for his final year of school? Weren't he and Harry just starting to get along? At least he has started to remember; Harry has no clue he's not where he's supposed to be. However, he has had the strangest dream about a blond boy he's never met, but seems to be in love with... Time is running out and it's up to Draco to find Harry and get them back to the real world, before they are lost forever. Drarry/Harry Potter Fanfiction. Hogwarts Eighth Year action/adventure. Inspired by The Nightmare Before Christmas. Very mild smut. 60K words.

Sometimes a witch or wizards magical signature is so completely incompatible with another that they repel one another like magnets. On the other hand, if two magical signatures mesh well together, well there are no stronger relationships in all the world. In a sample of a thousand people, the average witch or wizard will be slightly repelled by four or five people and strongly repelled by only one, at the most. The opposite is true for attraction. But Harry Potter can't kiss anyone at all.

Convinced by Hermione to get a new pet, Harry goes to Magical Menagerie and finds it's now owned by Draco Malfoy who has changed since the war... in a good way, a really good way.

Draco Malfoy is a dominant Veela, finding out he's mated to the Gryffindor Golden Boy, how will he go about it? Does Harry have a creature blood too? This is a Veela!Draco x Harry story, the original belongs to Janara in fanfiction.net, and I continued where @ohgodendme left off, which is Chapter 39. Have fun reading!

Harry has a disasterous Summer with the Dursleys and is brought to Hogwarts early. In order to protect him, drastic measurs are taken and Harry finds himself living with one Severus Snape. - Not my book! However I can find the author for you if you'd like the information!✨

Harry's first memory at Wool's Orphanage is of Tom Riddle. He thinks that Tom Riddle makes many exceptions for him. (He's right.) Featuring: poverty, death, morality, meddling old men and their wars. - Or, in which Tom realizes he's had enough of the purebloods. **Over 102,000 hits and 2,500 kudos on AO3!**

Harry Potter wakes up after a brutal beating. He asks the snake he met about a week ago. What should he do. the snake replied with something that shocked him, Harry replied with a little convincing that he would do it. little did he know how much his life would change.

This story is being rewritten so anything past chapter ten may get a bit confusing Harry Potter never knew what it felt like to be loved. His parents died before he was old enough to remember them and his relatives hated him for some unknown reason. He grew up being called freak and boy and was punished for every little mistake. But by age ten Vernon took the abuse too far and young Harry soon received a letter that would change his life forever. Mature for abuse

"You, Master, are now dead," Death spoke chillingly. Its bony fingers free of flesh slid down its scythe. Its hood ducked itself down, almost to show a sign of reverence. "The ritual is now completed. I am, most definitely, at your service, Master." The young man with raven hair and green eyes wasn't too pleased with Death. Before it said anything else, he carefully studied his surroundings. The way to the other life looked nothing like it had when he'd first died. Unlike the fist time, he stood outside Godric's Hollow, but the place was deserted and pitched black. It was so dark, Death easily blended in; the green glowing stone in its scythe was the only thing that alerted Harry of its presence. "Why did I not see you when I first died?" He demanded, anger from his previous life still lingering on. Death raised a bony finger. "You were not ready for me to reveal myself just yet. Your soul was too pure to be corrupt just yet; first you needed to complete cycle when it came to being my master." "And what is the cycle?" "One must use the cloak to hide from the danger. Resist the temptations of the resurrection stone. Master the wand made from the wood of the Elder tree and kill with it. One needs to corrupt their soul by taking a life." Death left some lingering silence, wanting for its new master to take in the newfound information before asking, "what do you wish of me, Master," even though it knew what was going on in Harry's mind. "You do not have to move on, I can grant what you desire." "You can grant me my family?" Death's hood tilted itself, making it seem as if it had ducked its head. Its bony fingers lightly tapped its scythe, making the sound of bone and metal echo in Harry's ears. "Undoubtedly," it confirmed. "If you wish to pay the price." "Do it."