Harry Potter not a Potter? (Yes cliché I know.) Not only that but he is a what, mated to who? Is the dark bad and the light good? Or did at some point they get mixed up? (This story is not well written. So please stop commenting about the confusion. I'm confused and I wrote it.)

*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.

After the war, Harry distances himself from everyone, feeling empty. He spends a year having locked himself up in Grimmuald Place, consumed with guilt. When he's finally drawn from his Godfather's, now his, home by the Weasleys, Hermione appears at his front door with urgent and unsettling news. Harry realizes the hidden horrors of his years at Hogwarts and, together, Harry and his friends formulate a plan to level the playing field. Though, when it inevitably all goes sideways, Death reveals himself to Harry and offers him a once in a lifetime opportunity. Will he take it? -- WARNINGS: 1. This is a slow burn (trust, it'll be worth it) 2. Tom is a manipulative little shit 🥰 3. Chapters are not at all consistent, I'm a double major in college guys, I only have so much extra time T^T - I try to upload at least one chapter a month

"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."

[Bu bir çeviri kitabıdır] Son savaşın ardından Harry, kendisi ve en çok güvendiği kişiler hakkında bazı rahatsız edici gerçekleri öğrenir. Yalanlarla yüzleşmek zorunda kalan Harry, kendisine haksızlık edenlerden intikam almaya ve her şeyin başladığı zamana geri dönerek kendisinin kim olduğunu anlamaya karar verir. [Hikayenin orijinali Archive Of Our Own adlı sitede itshanieee hesabında bulunmaktadır , hikâye üzerindeki tek hakkım çeviridir ] #harrypotter 2🎉 #tomarry 1🎉 #ginny 1🎉 #ravenclaw 1🎉 #darkharry 1🎉

Karanlık Lord Yasak Orman'da Harry Potter'ın ne olduğunu keşfeder, ve açığa çıkanlar akıl almaz sonuçlara yol açar. Lord Voldemort kazandı... Distopya ise korkunç. Düşmüş bir kahramanın hikayesi, karanlık arzular, ve bir Karanlık Lord'un kaybettiği ve kendisini isteksizce arzularken bulduğu bir şeye olan takıntısı; bir ruha. Bunda şan yoktu. Bu hikaye benim değildir. Archive of Our Own'da ObsidianPen tarafından yazılıyor. Çeviri hariç hiçbir hakka sahip değilim.

On the eve of his seventeenth birthday Harry misreads an ancient spell that hurdles him through time and space where he becomes friends with none other than Tom Riddle. (boyXboy)