❝ 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓰𝓸. ❞ Grace thought that once Voldemort was gone life would go back to how it was, or at least close to how it was. She thought that they'd be able to live happily, that she, Harry and her dad will be this happy family. She thought that life will start to become easier again, that she and Harry will have all the things figured out and be able to start living those dreams they had talked about when they were in sixth year. She was wrong. Plagued with nightmares of months on the run, the Battle of Hogwarts, and seeing Harry dead, Grace doesn't know if her and Harry will ever experience those dreams they had. They might have fought and won a war, but neither of them are quite ready for the world of adulthood. Struggling with recovering not only physically, but mentally, from the war, they realize that love alone won't keep them afloat. Every day that passes, Harry and Grace find themselves beginning to sink further and further into darkness, and finding it harder and harder to hold onto each other. Dealing with grief, PTSD, and trying to navigate their new lives, they realize they have more to think about and figure out than they had thought. They've been through more than the average couple, but will the fall out of the war be what finally pulls them apart? Or will they finally get their Happily Ever After? POST DEATHLY HALLOWS!! THIS IS PART 3!! THIS CANNOT BE READ AS A STAND ALONE FIC! YOU MUST READ VOLUMES 1 AND 2 FIRST!!

❝ 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓰𝓸. ❞ Grace always felt as if her heart was missing something, like a puzzle piece that got lost. No matter how hard she tried to fill the space with her uncle, or her aunt's family, she knew that nothing could replace that puzzle piece. That puzzle piece: was her father. Growing up she only knew that he left her and her mother one night when she was a year old, and never returned. When The Daily Prophet headlines that Sirius Black had escaped Azkaban the summer before her third year at Hogwarts, Grace started questioning everything. Being a thirteen-year-old girl was already hard enough, but to add looming questions, reliving traumatic memories, and realizing she might have feelings for one of her best friends, all while a murderer was on the loose, was becoming too overwhelming. However, once she learns and accepts the truth about her family, she holds onto it, never letting go. Starts in PoA, and ends post DH. THIS IS PART 2 AND CANNOT BE READ ON IT'S OWN. PLEASE READ VOL. 1 FIRST!!! Started: 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝟗𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. PoA: ꜰɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ GoF: ꜰɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ OotP: ꜰɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ HBP: ꜰɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ DH: ꜰɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ Post DH: ꜰɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ Finished: 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝐬𝐭, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

❝ 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓰𝓸. ❞ Grace always felt as if her heart was missing something, like a puzzle piece that got lost. No matter how hard she tried to fill the space with her uncle, or her aunt's family, she knew that nothing could replace that puzzle piece. That puzzle piece: was her father. Growing up she only knew that he left her and her mother one night when she was a year old, and never returned. When The Daily Prophet headlines that Sirius Black had escaped Azkaban the summer before her third year at Hogwarts, Grace started questioning everything. Being a thirteen-year-old girl was already hard enough, but to add looming questions, reliving traumatic memories, and realizing she might have feelings for one of her best friends, all while a murderer was on the loose, was becoming too overwhelming. However, once she learns and accepts the truth about her family, she holds onto it, never letting go. Starts in PoA, and ends post DH. Started: 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝟗𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. PoA: ꜰɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ GoF: ꜰɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ OotP: ꜰɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ HBP: ꜰɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ DH: ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ Post DH: ᴛʙᴅ

Harry Potter died at seventeen with a war behind him and nothing left to lose. Death, it turns out, had other plans. Sent back into the body of his eleven-year-old self, with every memory intact and the Elder Wand pressed against his spine, Harry James Potter - last of the Peverells, Master of Death - intends to do things differently this time. No more pawns. No more secrets kept by old men with kind eyes and careful smiles. No more dying for other people's plans. This time, he builds

The heart of the sea and the boy who lived. Harry James Potter / Fem!OC [POA - DH] cover by me! ©cloudsrnice, 2025

Athena Aurelia Black considered herself perfectly normal-thank you very much. Or at least, as normal as one could be with a mass-murderer for a father and a werewolf for an uncle. Whispers had followed her through every hallway, every classroom, for the last two years. But she'd long learned to walk through them with her head held high. As long as she had her friends, she'd live. Or so she thought. But when her infamous father breaks out of Azkaban and something ancient begins to stir inside her in the upcoming years-something dark, something powerful-Athena's carefully built world starts to break. And survival? That might no longer be enough. ____ "You're really pretty," "And you're still a prat," He laughs softly, his eyes crinkling in amusement. "And yet, you still kissed this prat," "I suppose even the greatest of seers can make mistakes," He chuckles again, his fingers tracing a gentle pattern on her waist. "Or maybe the great seer has a special weakness for idiotic prats," ___ ᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀᴛʜᴇɴᴀ ᴀᴜʀᴇʟɪᴀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ғᴀʟʟs ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴅᴏᴏᴍᴇᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴄʏ. ___ 𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 (Edited chapters have a ⏤͟͟͞͞ before them)

the boy who lived and the girl who never had a choice Harry James Potter / Fem!OC Arranged Marriage AU | No Voldemort cover by me! ©cloudsrnice, 2026

Voldemort was not going to let his death in vain. That is why he made one thing everyone, even Dumbledore, would not expect-is to make his own model. An infant that is made from a parent's flesh and blood and the dark lord's void soul. After his death, Dumbledore found the lying infant in the midst of the forest and declared the security of the child's true self. Protecting him from the danger of the Dark Arts, Dumbledore made a decision to let him live with Harry Potter in Privet Drive. Can the prophecy of light and the infant of the dark co-exist together? SAUDADE - harry potter fanfic :contains the philosopher's stone and chamber of secrets [DISCLAIMER] This story may contain topics that you may or may not be comfortable with. I will be giving disclaimers in certain chapters as a precaution. The characters, places, events, and plots are in the rights of J.K. Rowling-the rightful owner of the following. SAUDADE will be heavily influenced by the movie adaptation of Harry Potter rather than the book itself. Enjoy reading my aliens. Thank you!

"I didn't teach Tom Riddle how to be a hero. I only gave the monster a reason to exist." Sixteen-year-old Shreyansh was supposed to die in 2026. Instead, he wakes up in the freezing damp of 1938 London, trapped in the small, copper skinned body of a child with a lightning bolt scar. He knows the story. He knows of the Horcruxes. He knows the boy in the bed across from him is destined to become the darkest wizard in history. Shreyansh has a plan :- soft words, shared bread, and a friendship that will heal Tom Riddle's fractured soul. But the 1930s are a cruel place. The plot is broken. The hero is a lie. And the Dark Lord is in love. (CRACKFIC DISGUISED BY POOR ATTEMPT AT LITERATURE)

harry and his friends went to rescue his godfather. but because of a trap. they encounter Poterkey. so, he gets to know something he never thought possible. yup, life turned 180. Maybe fate decided to prank him or potter luck rubbed on him too much. (photos, not mine)