Harry has lived a long and fulfilling life as a wizard, and he is ready to pass on when his time comes. Children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, Harry was happy with the way things turned... That is, until, he finds out the truth and gains his strange...inheritance. With a little help from Death, Fate, Time, Life, and even Lady Hecate herself, he's able to fix the wrongdoings of his past. Maybe even find new friends and family. Who knows? For Harry, luck is all he needs. -- This is a Harry Potter fanfiction that contains slash between Harry Potter and Tom Riddle/Voldemort. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING HARRY POTTER RELATED, NOR AM I CLAIMING TO! THIS IS JUST A FANFICTION!

The second wizarding war has ended. The light has won, but all isn't how it seems wrongs are brought into light. In anguish Harriet Potter takes drastic actions to fix the wrongs done to her and those truly care and want what's best for her. (I such at descriptions please but please read) *I own nothing. Everything belongs to J k Rowling. I'm just playing with her charcters *

Metamorphmagi are very rare, so it came to a surprise to the seemingly perfect Huntingdon family when their youngest was born with the ability to change her appearance at will. Calista Huntingdon, although pleased with her ability, wanted nothing more than to blend in during her years at school. However, one action makes her years at Hogwarts anything but mundane. She is pulled into the loudest, craziest, and most well known group Hogwarts has ever seen. •Marauders' Era• [Highest Rankings: #4 in Hogwarts, #5 in Marauders' Era, #178 in Harry Potter Fanfiction, #317 in Fanfiction]

How do you get over the loss of a loved one? People tell you that it will get better. Acquaintances offer you words of support. Strangers who were never in your life before find it their duty to try to be apart of it and fill the hole the loss left. Yet, none of that works. Loss changes you until suddenly you aren't the same person you were before, as if those who passed were a critical part of you. And nearly no one can help you heal. Not for a while. Until one person finds their way into your life, one person who could change anything and everything you needed to change. Until one person finds a way to consume all of your thoughts so that none of the negative ones are left. Until one person takes the time to give you time to fix yourself, because God knows no one else will. Until one person loves you more firmly than anyone ever has and makes the stars seem dark in comparison to them. Until one person makes you love them, and every scar on their face, freckle on their nose, and imperfection that makes them even more perfect. Only then will you truly be healed. At least, enough to go on. ~~~ I do not own Harry Potter. JK Rowling does. This is simply an extent of her realm in my mind. However, I do own the idea for the story. Copyright 2016 to @moony_marauders .