Harry Potter is going back to Hogwarts for his fifth year. But how will he cope with his worsening depression, especially with Voldemort back and out to get him. *Self Harm Warning* Eventual Drarry.

Warning! This story contains repeated mentions of self harm, occasional attempted suicide, and Blood. No in depth descriptions, but now you know what you're getting into, you may proceed. When life is meaningless, and death rejects you, there is nowhere to turn. Harry Potter didn't expect much for his birthday. He didn't expect anything. The Dursley's never cared, why would they now? Harry was nine, and there was one birthday gift he could give himself; Freedom. The only problem; he was 'saved', and promptly sequestered in the smallest bedroom, which had been cleared of any and all potentially dangerous objects. Just his luck, the wizarding world was expecting him, and his head of house is reluctantly growing deeply concerned for him. But really, who said the 'Boy-who-Lived' had to want to? Disclaimer; y'all know. Don't own. Yadda yadda. No. 1 in Harry No. 1 in MinervaMcgonagall No. 1 in Mcgonagall No. 2 in Gryffindor No. 3 in Snape No. 4 in Potter No. 5 in SlytherinHarry No. 7 in Theo No. 8 in Nott

Upon being entered into the Tri-Wizard Tournament, Professor Dumbledore has vast concerns for Harry's safety in following of the Dark Mark that bared at the International Quidditch Tournament. Although allowing Harry to continue to complete within the Tournament, he decides some safe-guards are to be put in place. Occlumency is a difficult thing to learn, let alone with one of your most hated Professors. Neither trusts the other, making this task exceptionally difficult, especially when intruding on memories Harry hoped no one would come across.

In a rash act of self-sacrifice, Harry saves a dying Muggle by magically transferring the man's cancer to himself. Now, going through his fifth year with a terrible secret, he begins to realise just what he's given up. tw: terminal illness

They wanted him to be their pawn. Instead, he became the player. When Harry Potter sees through Dumbledore's lies and Voldemort's cruelty, he chooses a third path-his own. Armed with cunning, power, and a growing alliance of students and exiles, Harry builds a secret rebellion within the walls of Hogwarts. As war brews beyond the castle, a hidden movement rises in the shadows. Not light. Not dark. Just his way. But in a game of secrets and power, how long can the truth stay hidden?

This is a fanfiction that I have found on Ao3. Actually Story Summary: After the war Harry Potter's world falls apart. Then he is offered a chance to try and make a better future for himself and his friends. Of course things are never simple.

Harry stared down at his bleeding hand, the words "I must not tell lies" dripping down his skin in blood-red liquid. And snapped. Harry Potter decides he's had enough of the wizarding world throwing him crap. he's going to throw it right back.

What would happen if someone rescued Harry from the Dursley's when he was four? What if those people gave him two loving siblings? And what if those people were not from England and used an entirely different type of magic? What happens when a confident, smart, and brave Harry come to Hogwarts with his two siblings? Well, for one thing, they aren't taking any crap from the pureblood or the corrupt Ministry. These three are about to show England exactly why Mystic Souls scare them. (I do not own Harry Potter.)

All rights go to Z-bond Published with permission Harry Potter was four years old when The Dark Lord attacked, Harry vanquished the Dark Lord but his baby brother takes all the credit. Dark but not evil Harry! Super Powerful&Smart Ravenclaw Harry. Starts with Harry's fourth year. HP/FD

"You look gorgeous, my Princess," he whispered in her ear as their bodies moved to the music. His Princess. 'My Princess.' His Princess. She didn't know if it was the alcohol in her system, but she could've sworn she felt butterflies in her stomach. "I know," she breathed. His hands slid down to her ass, tugging her closer as if they weren't already pressed against each other. Her fingers laced in his soft, platinum hair, dancing to the music as though there was no one else in the room. ~ Do not read if you're younger than 14!