What if the so called 'Golden Boy' isn't quite what everyone sees. What if the gullible Gryffindor was just a bit more Slytherin than anyone wanted. Tired of the controlling powers in his life, Harry takes the small bit of freedom he can. His money. His Lordships. His magic.

Fenrir finds a baby Harry Potter on the doorstep of Four Privet Drive after the defeat of his Dark Lord. (I got insperation from a fanfiction called 'A Proper Black' on Fanfiction.net by rene3037769) Art is not mine

Thomas potter is the "Boy-Who-Lived." His fame and future named by the beloved wizard of the light, Albus Dumbledore. But what happens if he made a mistake? Harry/Hadrian Potter was pushed into the background ever since Albus Dumbledore made the declaration that his twin brother was the one who defeated the infamous Lord Voldemort. He was ignored and forgotten by his friends, his family, and the world. But he's not alone. With the help of his grandfather Charlus Potter, he learns of his family's rich history, both the prideful and the painful. Starting from the beginning of Harry's life through all his years of Hogwarts, he dives deeper into the Potter clan's history, the cracks within the Wizarding World, and most of all, smart and powerful wizards that made innovations beyond their times. Throughout it all, he finds that his destiny has been set forth by his ancestors centuries before his time. Will he follow the path set before him, or will he forge things his way and follow what he thinks is right.

Voldemort faces the wrong boy who lived

This is a Wrong-Boy-Who-Lived story. I love these kinds of stories, because it allows the author (in this case: me) to make Harry extremely powerful and let some very famous characters (Merlin, the Founders, Death, Magic... you get the gist) have a part in the plot as well without messing the Universe up too much. I decided to write this fic and see how far I can get with new or seldomly used ideas. If however, this story reminds you too much of another story, please comment on it (so I can fix it), and rest assured that it was completely unintentional. However, to make sure that I did not unknowingly copy other people's ideas, I need YOU (yes YOU!!!) to read this story. This way I can train my writing, get some feedback and you - the reader - get to have a bit of entertainment (because while WBWL is kind of a guilty pleasure in this fandom it is a pleasure nonetheless and rather popular if you take a look at how common this trope is, just saying).

This is a Wrong-Boy-Who-Lived story. I love these kinds of stories, because it allows the author (in this case: me) to make Harry extremely powerful and let some very famous characters (Merlin, the Founders, Death, Magic... you get the gist) have a part in the plot as well without messing the Universe up too much. I decided to write this fic and see how far I can get with new or seldomly used ideas. If however this story reminds you too much of another story, please comment on it (so I can fix it) and rest assured that it was completely unintentional. However to make sure that I did not unknowingly copied other people's ideas, I need YOU (yes YOU!!!) to read this story. This way I can train my writing, get some feed back and you - the reader - get to have a bit of entertainment (because while WBWL is kind of a guilty pleasure in this fandom it is a pleasure nonetheless and rather popular if you take a look at how common this trope is, just saying).

Third year of the Stigma of the Wind series. This builds heavily on the first two years + interlude stories of this series, so you should have read those before reading this, I fear this won't make a lot of sense otherwise.

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.