Transmigrated into the world of Harry Potter, Jon Hart brings a mind built for science into a school ruled by magic. A child genius with a photographic memory, Jon doesn't rely on prophecies or brute power-only logic, discipline, and precise planning. From dueling spells to magical beasts, every challenge at Hogwarts becomes a problem to solve. Can pure intellect thrive in a world driven by bloodlines, destiny, and chaos? A slow-burn, strategic Harry Potter fanfic. Magic meets science. Strategy over spectacle. Part Two: https://www.wattpad.com/story/403288337-hogwarts-reincarnated-as-the-top-student-part-two

'Mala fides': bad faith, purpose to deceive or defraud - Merriam Webster dictionary For Harry Potter, the man-who-lived-twice, savior of the Wizarding World, and the ultimate golden boy, life was good. He had survived the war, had a job he loved, a good home, and wonderful friends; the future seemed bright. But when he's asked to assist on a case involving Unspeakables, what he discovers deep in the bowels of the Department of Mysteries turns his world upside down. Betrayed and heartbroken, Harry does what he knows best; he jumps into the unknown like the good, little Gryffindor he is. * "To me, the thing that is worse than death is betrayal. You see, I could conceive death, but I could not conceive betrayal." ― Malcolm X * I'm not making any money, that's J.K.'s job. Cover by me.

Harry finds a little friend when he is taking care of the garden the two become friends but what if the snake wasn't just any snake and helps harry on his wishes of what to do with his family and those who want to control him - C.W.

"They keep their eyes on the body. They jerked back when it moved again. A small and pale hand went to the blade, and it was retired from the open wound, blood rushing out of the cut; they stayed still as it whined again, a curse parting from his lips. He sat slowly, head hanging forward, face covered by the long locks of black hair dripping the black substance on the floor. The only sound was the drops of black ooze on the marble floor. They walk away from the grumbling body, until one bumps into a table, the wooden object making a harsh racket against the floor. Hadrian's face turns to them, green eyes shining in the gloomy room like lanterns." or Harry kills himself and instead of doing bye-bye, Death throws him back to the past because he is bored. or Harry, now Hadrian, is a sweet murdery child and Tom Riddle is a simp

Harry goes through his creature inheritance and finds out he has been lied to by all his friends. His mate is the dreaded Dark Lord. But, what if Tom isn't the bad guy, and had been framed by Dumbledore.

In Harry's summer before his fourth year, he went through a horrible experience: leaving him bloody, depressed, and feeling dirty. Then, he goes through his early inheritance and finds an unlikely mate. This is my first Snarry story. Idk how this idea came to me. Hope y'all love it.

7th Year Gryffs learn why it is never a good idea to piss off their favorite victim, shy Ravenclaw Hadrian Morgan. The orphan's payback during Professor Slytherin's Class is BEAUTIFUL and piques the interest and libido of the Lord Marvolo Slytherin, who courts him with the aid of most of the school. But just how naive is Hadrian Morgan, really? TMR/HP Slash This story is not mine, it belongs to WyrdSmith on ffn.net.

College AU (a/b/o dynamics) Porn with plot. Falling in love wasn't easy, let alone finding someone to fall in love with. But Harry, an omega attending school for the first time, was determined to. He had been sheltered for so long, it was time to meet the world, his mate, his one true love. But who's that quiet yet captivating male he's sharing a dorm room with? And why can't Harry get him out of his mind? Or: Just a cute and sweet story about how Harry fell in love with Tom Riddle. (Beware of some shameless smut tho) (No non-consensual sex in any shape, way or form I promise) ===== Harry almost whimpered when he heard Tom's voice, the deep and smooth baritone of it sending jolts of electricity down his spine, and he unconsciously squeezes his legs together. A waft of aroma invaded Harry's nose, and suddenly, all he could smell was the sweet sweet Alpha fragrance that was Tom's. It consisted of cinnamon rolls mixed with a tint of charcoal flames, the heavenly scent of it only made Harry want to bury his face directly into Tom's scent gland and take a good whiff of it more. It was unlike any other Alpha's scent he had ever smelt before, as they only made Harry nothing but nervous, and to be honest, it was more of a stench. But this, Tom's, made Harry felt safe, content, the butterflies in his stomach fluttering their wings wildly. ===== "Please. I need you, Alpha."

Long ago the magical world of Britain had their own Royal line, but about 250 hundred years ago the Crown and only Prince with his wife were murdered and their only son missing. That was the end of the Royals rule and start of the magical ministry. Now a 250 years later a Heir to the Royal line is found. What will he do with all the power and his life? Will the magical Britain survive? Disclaimer: plot mine, Characters and world belongs to the Harry Potter author!