it's @/emily_elizabeth_fowl 's work. summary in the prologue. happy reading :)

After successfully managing to gain custody of Harry, Remus and Sirius have raised Harry well. He knows that he's loved, and well-treated, and he's friends with Ron and Neville. However, a visit to Gringotts on Harry's tenth birthday to get him confirmed as the heir to the Potter and Black Houses proves that Dumbledore has done something awful to Harry, and they realise they must remain cautious of him. This leads us to Harry's very well-known first year at Hogwarts, but this time with Draco, Neville, and Hermione by his side. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Just a note: Most of the relationships will start to happen in the third book. It's my plan to work through all the canon books. This first one starts out echoing canon very closely, but will become quite AU after the first few books. Also, I'm cross-posting this on AO3 under my username, MaraRiall, just in case you find it there.

The war was going badly. Hope wore thin, worn down by funerals and betrayals. And Hermione Granger was tired of watching the people she loved die. So she turned to something older than wand magic. Something forbidden. Buried in the bowels of the Black Family Library, there it was: Vinculum Sanguinis. Blood magic-raw, binding, and irreversible. She wasn't summoning a spirit. She was summoning a soul. Regulus Arcturus Black: traitor to Voldemort, presumed dead, drowned by his own mission. The ritual was agony. It called for a drop of her blood, a binding vow, and a name spoken with intent. She gave more than a drop. When the circle of runes lit up with searing gold, and the air crackled like a storm breaking, Regulus appeared-naked, furious, and alive. "You called me," he said. His voice was low and sharp, like a blade drawn in the dark. Hermione collapsed, the toll of the ritual stealing her breath. "We're bound. Soul to soul. You're mine now." His eyes-those same steel-gray Black eyes-narrowed. "And you are mine." Regulus learned quickly. He was colder than Sirius, quieter. But once he understood what had become of the world-what Voldemort had turned into-he didn't hesitate. "We end this," he told her one night. "Not for the Order. Not for Potter. For family." He moved through the shadows. Undetected. Whispers of a third side rose. The war paused. Every living Black turned to him. Even the cursed ones. Even Draco. He didn't speak. He didn't need to. His presence said enough. They followed. He wasn't there for sides. He was there for blood. And anyone threatening Hermione Granger was already marked for death.

Draco Malfoy is determined to prove he belongs in the Auror ranks, but there's just one problem-he still can't cast a Patronus. With his future on the line, he grudgingly accepts help from the last person he wants to owe a favor to: Harry Potter. Post-Hogwarts and far from the chaos of the war, the two find themselves facing unexpected memories, reluctant friendship, and a kind of magic neither of them anticipated. Because sometimes, chasing the light means facing the shadows together.

25th of December, 1991. Neville comes across a gift on his bed, left by someone calling themselves 'Suiren'... Who is leaving our resident Herbologist these floral arrangements...? Will Neville ever find out? Read as you live Neville's life; Receiving special love notes and floral arrangements! Will Neville accept the secretive 'Suiren' when he finds out who it is? Find out in Bouquet of Secrets! ----------- The 4 plants depicted in the cover are: A Fern, which in the Victorian Flower Language means Magic and Secrecy A Foxglove, which means Riddles and Secrets A Tulip, which means I Declare My Love for You A Camellia, meaning Longing for You

THIS IS NOT MY STORY. But yea Harry goes back in time.

Regulus Black miraculously survives the cave of Inferi. There isn't a single soul that he trusts, given that his brother is now locked up as a Death Eater Sympathizer and James Potter is dead. James Potter. The single most loyal person that Regulus Black had ever had the unfortunate luck to meet. He was annoying, and loud, and impossibly Gryffindor, but James Potter would have done anything to win the war. Even working with his best mate's baby brother, the real Death Eater. A semi-dark, enemies to lovers, time travel, Jegulus tale Voted as a favorite fanfiction in the Ambys 2024

She wanders across him one night, not realizing that their chance encounter in a Hogwarts corridor will save both of their lives. A post-war Dramione fic about healing, friendship, second chances, and love. [Now complete!] [cover is the wonderful upthehillart who you should DEFINITELY follow on tumblr/insta because her HP art is everything]

Harry, after getting hit with the killing curse during the Battle of Hogwarts, keeps getting visions of a man who looked like his godfather, Sirius Black. Not knowing what was happening to him and feeling guilty of damaging the bank, Harry goes to the bank to pay for the reparations from his own accounts. Harry then had to explain why he had to break the bank security measures. The reasons had the goblins stunned, and Harry got himself another title, 'The Goblin Friend'. When Harry got a patronus from Fred and George Weasleys, they went to the bank after realising what Harry's friends and the youngest Weasley had in store for Harry. A full blood inhertance test later, Harry and the twins were completely seething. He had previously asked Lord Death to continue with the life he was living, but now, he wanted to be sent back so that he could fix things and get the life he missed. Read as Harry goes back in time and fixes the mistakes of one Tom Marvolo Riddle-Gaunt and lets Tom continue with his goals, with him being Tom's strongest support base. Thank you, @MimiJohn8, for requesting this story. It gave me new ideas for ships I haven't tried and wanted to. I don't know how this story will go, but I will try my best to deliver a good story. Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The books belong to J.K.Rowling. I have just borrowed the characters. The story is mine.

When Harry's name comes out of the Goblet of Fire, he is livid. He didn't bloody want to join a deadly tournament, but it seems like no one believes him, so he swears a wizarding oath. Now everyone believes him, but he still isn't excused from the tournament. Almost on the point of wanting to give up on his magic, Death interferes because Death's chosen child can't lose his magic. **** ''This is why you are going to be perfect.'' Death almost croons, making Harry blush. ''If you're going with me to train, you will be back in no time. Time travels differently in my realm.'' Harry nods. He suspected something like that. ''Then I will go with you to train. It is only fair. The others are older and have more experience.'' ''Harry, no!'' Dumbledore exclaims, but Harry knows it is too late. Death is already grasping his arm, and then everything turns dark around him. !Disclaimer! All characters belong to J.K Rowling This story belongs to MBlack93 on AO3 link to story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34047913/chapters/84691633