What Harry Potter was jut living some lie. What of he was really Caelum Severus Malfoy, son of Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy, twin brother to Draco Malfoy, and godson to Tom Riddle? What if the night "Harrry's" "parents" were killed was actually Dumbledore framing Tom and an excuse to send "Harry" to te Dursely's so he could eventually bend him to his will? Find out! WARNING: Yaoi, Dumbledore Bashing, slight Weasley Bashing, Nice Dudley

Harry Potter never thought his life would turn out like this. Harry goes through a Creature Inheritance and learns that he has become what the Light hate: A Dark Creature. He goes to Gringott's to learn more about himself, but instead learns the truth of who he truly is. Harry learns that everything he knows is a lie but he does have a family and he will do whatever he can to be with them. Circumstances threaten Harry Potter's new found happiness, will he be able to defeat the true Dark Lord?

Harry James Potter. The saviour of the wizard world. A baby prodigy who killed the Dark Lord at merely one year old. The boy who lived, the golden boy... nicknames with no meaning. This supposed Harry James Potter is more than people could imagine. Just think of the face Dumbledore made when his so called "war weapon" came to school as a: Handsome, Cunning, Mesmerizing, Powerful, And mysterious wizard. This saviour is more than anyone could have expected...but who says he will actually save the world? Our perfect hero may have some other plans with this world... I don't own Harry Potter. J.K Rowling does. Mature content because of swearing and maybe lemon?

In a world where at the age of 10, children are taken to Power Hall to be tested on whether they have Mana. There are 15 known powers: Strength, Speed, Stealth (Darkness), Combat, Marksman, Weapons, Alchemists (Nature), Fire, Earth, Water, Air, Light, Time, Space, Death. But there is the Forgotten Power, The one rarely seen, Chaos, they who possess this power are known as the Tricksters. Thought to be a myth, it was rumoured that they were either the strongest or the weakest of all powers. The tricksters were feared and loved as they are erratic by nature. They could be kind one minute and cruel the next. It was said that they have the power to either save the world or destroy it. This is the story of a young boy growing from the slums of Golden City to the high heavens and beyond. That boy was named Lux Tenebra. Created 31/12/2015 - XX/XX/XXXX Please vote if you like the Chapters. (book cover is a free picture with edited filters added - i did not design it, only edited it. Source: http://www.paperhi.com/Toplist_Best_12092/) THIS BOOK WILL BE POSTED ON ROYALROADL.COM, This is just for verification purposes. The Tricksters Way was Number #17 in fantasy on (16/12/16) P.S this book is written on a Mobile Phone so if there is any spelling / Grammar mistakes just comment and it will be fixed.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.