AU: Red String of Fate connects you to your soulmate. A red thread connects those destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may tangle and stretch but will never be broken. Harry found himself in the graveyard after he and Cedric grabbed trophy in the Maze, being forced to assist in a ritual to bring Voldemort, his supposed enemy, back to life. But there was one issue: the soulmate thread around his ring finger was saying that the revived Dark Lord was his soulmate. Top Rankings: #1 in Tomarry 4/20/19 #1 in Harrymort 4/2/19

After being turned into a snake and unable to change back, Lord Voldemort is forced to turn to the only other living Parselmouth, Harry Potter. After making a deal, Harry agrees to help the Dark Lord return to his human form. SLASH Harry Potter/Lord Voldemort, or Tom Riddle. DISCLAIMER: this is not my story, however I got permission from the original author, the lovely estalita11 on AO3, to publish it here.

The adults of Wool's Orphanage were completely wrapped around Harrison Peverell's fingers. They cherished him, dotted on him, gave him extra of everything, even when the Orphanage already had so little. What they didn't know was that Harrison Peverell wasn't just a boy. He was a boy that got memories of his past life, everyday, through his dreams. Harrison Peverell was the Master of Death, only, he doesn't know until the day he remembers that he is, which is about 17 years into his second life. Death is patient with almost everything, but he desperately wants to meet his Master, face to face. So, turn that 17 years into 5 years. ¤¤¤¤¤ Tom Riddle, two years older than Harrison Peverell, was hated and feared at Wool's Orphanage. The only person that didn't hate or fear him was Harrison, who insisted on being called Harry. Tom didn't know what drew him to Harry, he didn't know why he was so fascinated by the way his jewel like eyes shined with a sharp cunning that no 5-year-old should have, so he avoided Harrison. He did this for a year, but Harry refused to be ignored. At age six, Harrison Peverell got the future Dark Lord wrapped tightly around his finger with a simple sentence. "If you are what is considered to be a freak, than I would rather be with you than be normal and accepted." ¤¤¤¤¤ This is a Tomarry Fanfic. It features boyxboy. Don't like, Don't read. Status: on-going Highest Rankings: #1 in wizards #2 in 1930s #1 in 1940s #2 in harrison #4 in darkharry #3 in hogwartsschoolofwitchcraftandwizardry #48 in tomriddle #6 in wizardingworld #3 in tomriddlelovestory #4 in tomarry #1 in masterofdeath #1 in tomxharry #1 in riddleera #1 in harrymort #1 in hp #1 in ww2 #4 in timetravel #3 in orphanage #10 in harrypotter #48 in hogwarts

Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Lived, Hero of the Wizarding World, Master of Death. He was loyal to his friends. He would even sacrifice his life to save his friends. He died to save the Wizarding World, but at what cost? After the war with Voldemort, Harry felt like half of his soul had left his body. Sadness and grief followed him like a cloud wherever he went. Every night he slept, he would dream about a crimson eye in his mind, infiltrating his nightmares. Was any of what he had done worth it in the end? All the bloodshed, the needless death, the Horcruxes... was any of it necessary to save the world? These questions kept swirling around his head, unanswered. One day, all of those questions were laid to rest when the Lord Goblin, Ragnarok, sent him an owl about his inheritance in Gringotts. ___ Harry was furious. He had been blinded by the allure of the Light. Had been betrayed by Albus Dumbledore. Had been played perfectly like a puppet. He wanted revenge. How? Well, that part was easy. He, Harry Potter, is Master of Death. Armed with his inheritance and his powers, Harry decided to go back in time to when he was 8 years old. This time he knew his future. This time, he could play games with Albus Dumbledore. The Wizarding world doesn't know what they're about to face. Be wary. The Last Dragon rises, and will watch the world burn for the chance to build it anew. He has a vision of a new society that rises from the ashes, and will stop at nothing to see it done. Harry Potter / Tom Riddle A Time Travel Fix it Fic UPDATE EVERY MONDAY AND WEDNESDAY!!

"I'm sick of being the 'Golden Boy', the 'Savior'! I just want it all to end," I scream to no one in particular. It was another Summer at Privet Drive and I don't think I can take another moment of it. I sit up from my spot in the garden and wonder what would've happened if I join Voldemort in First Year? With a swoosh of a cape, a cold an erie voice whispers, "The offer is still on, Potter." I jump up, wand ready in my hand. Voldemort takes a step closer, revealing himself, holding out his hand. "What would I get if I join you?" "Power..." *cover art by me*

Harry James Potter had a long life with endless struggle, betrayal and heartache, he figured out that Dumbledor had betrayed him and so did most of his friends. After his long life filled with lies ends he realizes that he accidentally became the Master of Death. Death offers Harry a new life in another timeline. Tom Morvolo Riddle swore to never fall in love. That changes when a certain Hadrian Peverell walks into his life. All characters belong to JK Rowling. Art belongs to the original artist. Plot is mine. I will make very few A/N, also sorry for poor grammar and spelling English is not my first language. Thank you, and please enjoy.

Harry Potter isn't happy with his current life so Death offers an alternative. Harry decides to throw do-overs out the window and to live the way he wants when he goes back to where it all began...which includes driving the Dark Lord insane by leaving him presents on his birthday each year while staying out of his grasp, for a while at least. My take on a time-travel fic. Please note that the prologue is different because the story decided to mutate while I wasn't looking. BY GAMBITO