Harry Potter died that night. Or that's what everyone was told. Lily and Dumbledore made sure Evan Potter was whirshiped in his place as the boy who lived. But Harry wasn't dead, he was tossed aside. Thrown to Lily's hateful sister and told his parents were dead. It was a normal day of Harry Hunting when everything changed. Someone powerful decided to step in. Changing Harry's tragic fate and destiny.

After the war, all the people slowly started settling back to normal life again. Only Harry felt that he had been missing a part of him ever since he saw Severus Snape die. When he goes to the bank to ask about his accounts and to make some investments, he discovers something his dear friends and mentor were hiding from him. He decides to take the help from a certain god, namely Death, whom he is the master of, and goes back to the Marauders Era and goes to Hogwarts as Harrison Ingotus Peverell, the DADA professor. Read to know how he makes sure his mate is safe and Voldemort doesn't exist. Harry Potter is not mine. It belongs to J.K.Rowling. I have just borrowed the characters. The story is mine. Enjoy reading.

Twins...twins were born in the Potter Household. The Lady didn't love them. Their third born was who they adored the most. These twins only craved love and affection. They craved the mommy's attention. They had tried and failed. Now the Wizarding World would pay for the Evan nee Potter did. So, Merlin help the Wizarding World. (I don't own HP)

Harry Potter dies alone and is given a chance to change things, for a price. Español translation by Xx_Marshlet

After a particularly wretched beating from his uncle, fifteen-year-old Harry Potter is left to try and clean his gaping wounds. But, when three deatheaters come to his house in the middle of the night to bring him to Voldemort, he treats them as though they are regular guests. How do they react to his scars and what will happen to the teen, but most importantly, how will the rest of the darkside react to the possible new recrute? . . . Or, Harry has the self preservation of a wet potato chip P.S, I wrote this when I was very small (13, I'm now 15) and early in on the whole writing thing, so if y'all want a rewrite justsay the word. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE HARRY POTTER FANDOM OR CHARACTERS. IT ALL BELONGS TO J.K. ROWLING. THE AU, HOWEVER, DOES CONTAIN THINGS THAT EITHER WERE INSPIRED OR THAT I CREATED.

Harry Poter's life has been great since Voldemorts defeat. He graduated from Hogwarts, has been happily married to his lovely and beautiful wife Ginny for 5 years now, just finished auror training and is an official auror, and has loving friends that are basically family... or... that's what he thought, until he was summoned to gringotts and found out everything was a lie. Not only were his friends stealing from him, but his wife was poisoning and using love potions on him, he was tricked into killing his father and hating his dad, or mom? Overcome with unbearable grief Death comes to him and gives him the chance to go back to when he was 5 to have a second chance, and get back at those who hurt him and get a chance at a real family. Transferred from old account and also on AO3. I don't own Harry Potter

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

Kol Mikaelson didn't care. He didn't want to attend this party, he didn't want to hide his bloodstain to avoid comments from Elijah, and he didn't want the smell of peacocking humans to burn his nose. Mortala Peverell wanted to have fun. They didn't want to be in this situation, surrounded by chittering women, hearing the insufferable comments they got from flirtatious nobles, and overall wishing they could be setting something on fire. Then their eyes met. And they were. Captivated.

It has been one year after the war. Harry hasn't felt whole from the moment Sirius died. He felt it would be poetic if he died in the same place as Sirius on his birthday. But things never went the way Harry wanted them to. They never did. He received a letter from Gringotts on his 19th birthday. He discovered quite a lot that morning. He planned to quietly end his life, but this visit to Gringotts changed his mind. He was going to go back, take Death's offer that he was offered when he was hit with the killing curse, and wreck havoc on people who made his life a misery. Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. It belongs to J.K.Rowling. I am only borrowing the characters. The story is mine.

"What?! I have a baby half-brother?!" Tony Stark wasn't expecting this. Oh no, he wasn't at all. After Obiwan, his godfather, betrayed two months ago, he went to the UK for a conference meeting and an urgent request he received from his family lawyer, Henry West. Of all things, he wasn't expecting this. And he couldn't believe Magic was real. [Avengers crossover Harry Potter] PS: [English is not my first language]