Harry goes back in time, losing all the progress he's made - and all the forks he had. No, seriously, he's now forkless. Help a guy out, would ya?

A decade of war has left the world on the verge of destruction, with no hope of avoiding annihilation. Only by traveling back in time can everything that's gone wrong be fixed, beginning with Tom Riddle. As a result, Harry Potter ended up in 1941, a time he had hoped he would never experience again. Why 1941? Death has a pretty terrible sense of humor, maybe that's why. This story was written by PurplePebbles

Betrayed by the people he trusted in, Harry is now serving a lifelong sentence in Azkaban! Now alone in the world he makes a choice that Dumbledore will surely regret drastically. ⚠️WARNINGS⚠️ •Short chapters •Swearing •Tomarry: Tom Riddle x Harry Potter •Light bashing •Smut Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter it rightfully belongs to JK Rowling however I do own the plot and would appreciate if you didn't steal it. Started: 03/10/2020 Finished: 28/12/2020 #1 in lightbashing - 4/10/2020 #1 in Rodolphuslestrange - 11/10/2020 #1 in Azkaban - 20/10/2020 #1 in baddumbledore - 21/10/2020 #1 in Rabastianlestrange - 21/10/2020

It is not an orignal story. Orignal is available on Ao3 by Quine. "A second chance," Death said. Harry stopped in front of a bench and turned to look at the being. "A second chance at what?" "Life." Harry laughed bitterly. "Because that has worked out so great the first time?" Death tilted its head. "You've changed," it stated. "Life does that to you," Harry said and his mind felt clearer than ever, "Or should I say the last seven years. I never really left this place, have I? I lived a life feeling not quite dead and not alive either," he spat. "I know how you feel," Death said after a moment, grinning. "Oh, do you," Harry retorted and pierced Death with a look. The being's smirk widened as it leaned closer. "Bored." Years after the war, Harry Potter lives an apathetic life. When Death offers him a second chance he takes it. Accompanied by the being, Harry travels back to the summer before Sirius dies. Inside his younger body and the memories of an older self, Harry realizes that being connected to Death may have twisted his morals a little more than expected. Seeking to make up for the boredom of past years, Harry isn't above carving his own space between two sides to even out the playing field.

Its been 10 years since HE died. And now Voldemort rules the wizarding world freely without anyone being able to stop him. Every rebel has been beaten into submission. Seems like Ron and Hermione are living lavish lives along with Ginny and Molly. Sirius and Remus have been put in Azkaban and Dumbledore was killed. Pretty bad, no? Well Death isn't very happy either. His 'going to be master' was killed by his own. And he won't be forgiving people so soon. He has some very nasty and chilling tricks up his sleeve and he is going to put them to use now. HE will be back......... And soon......

A smile twisted onto his lips. "Oh but darling brother....you expect me to be so merciful..." On that fateful night of Halloween, Dumbledore makes a fatal mistake; the wrong boy-who-lived is named. Soon after, Harry James Potter was thrown in Azkaban for no authentic reason at the age of 7. He happens to be incarcerated in the same prison cell as Bellatrix, Rodophlus, and Rabastan Lestrange. It's across from his godfather, Sirius Black, who often accesses the Lestrange's cell via his animagus form. When he is eleven years old, a single lonely brown owl shivers as it passes through the Azkaban wards. It is delivering a letter to one Harry J. Potter in Cell 777. Harry, who was trained and taught beforehand by Black and the Lestranges, recieves the letter with unsuppressed glee. He will have his revenge.

-Harry Potter fanfiction- What if the end battle in seventh year didn't end the way it was supposed to? What if it was just one big slaughtering and only a couple of Order members escaped? And what if Harry decides that the future doesn't hold anything promising any more? He goes back to the past, that is what. After a rigorous training Harry is sent back to just after his parents were killed. Unfortunately for the Order, his and their goals are different this time around. During his training he has come to a couple of important decisions and conclusion, and this time Harry wants some drastic changes to occur. Screw the Order and Dumbledore, Harry is doing it his way. --------- It's quite a slow story so if you're just interested in when Harry actually time-travels go to the chapter "Time is relative". I'd personally advise not to skip the earlier chapters though because they contain all the backstory and it can become a little confusing to start right in the middle of the story.

Harry starts up a Rebellion after Dumbledore is forced to flee Hogwarts and his two targets are Dolores Umbridge and Severus Snape. He has a foolproof plan: to drive them insane by acting insane himself.

Harry Potter was sane. Was. Until he finally cracked under the pressure of the foul treatment from a toad-like woman, Umbridge, a resentful, greasy-haired Potions Master, Snape, a manipulative, lemon-drop lover of an old coot, Dumbledore and a serpent-faced madman, Voldemort, a.k.a You-Know-Who, the most feared Dark Lord ever? Yea, anyway, Dumbledore was the last straw and now, Harry cracked and now also deemed as bonkers as Luna Lovegood and as much of a prankster as the Weasley twins, if not, better. His sole desire? To destroy the people who destroyed his life, or rather, their saneness. (Everything except story isn't mine! Harry Potter isn't mine- Story cover isn't mine- ONLY THE STORY/PLOT IS!-)(On semi hiatus, got double-grounded :P)

The presence of a foreign soul may have unexpected side effects on a growing child. I am Lord Volde...Harry Potter. I'm Harry Potter. In which Harry is insane, Hermione is a Dark Lady-in-training, Ginny is a minion, and Ron is confused. THIS IS NOT MINE BUT OF EMERALD ASHES ON FANFICTION NET AND SPACE BATTLES. I am just a fan and wants his/her work recognition it deserves.