He was tired of the lies and secrets kept hidden from him by those who he had wanted to trust, but knew deep within that he would never be able to, all but for a few of them. Yet those same lies and secrets were not so well hidden that he couldn't find them; much to other's detriment and plans for him. He was tired of being someone who was expected to do as he was told without question and tired of not being able to be himself. When tired of all this, backed into a corner without too many options, and an opportunity presents itself...Would you take it? Even if you know that this decision might make you out to be a villain in the eyes of many others? A choice is something we can control as we make it, but we cannot always control the outcome of what that decision does to others. How would you respond to such a decision?

Hadrain Malfoy is the middle triplet of the Malfoy family. Neville was declared the boy-who-lived .Its has been 16years since Lord Voldemort was last seen and now he has returned .Hadrian is the runt of the family what happens when the dark lord suddenly takes interest in innocent Hadrain .

Proffesor Snape turned and stared at Harry, one eyebrow raised. "Mr. Potter! Are you paying attention?" "Y-Yes, Proffesor." "Tell me what would you get if I asked you to add powdered root of Asphodel to an infusion of Wormwood?" Snape asked, knowing that the first year wouldn't know the answer. "I-I don't kn-know Sir." Harry said, his throat tightening severely. "Very well, Mr. Potter, where would you go if I asked you to get a Bezoar?" "I-I s-suppose t-the supply c-closet, P-Proffessor" Harry said, his heart racing and his breathing becoming shallow. "I-what?" Snape asked, not expecting this answer from a Gryffindor. "Th-the s-supply c-closet, Sir?" Harry repeated. "Well... umm yes, technically, but if I didn't have one then where would you go to get one?" "Th-the s-store s-sir?" Harry asked trying to think of a suitable answer. "Think Potter. Where does a bezoar come from?" "I d-don't know sir!" Harry cried, tears prickling his eyes. "And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?" Snape asked. "I-I don't know, Sir" Snape stepped closer to Harry, who in return flinched away. "For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so power-" Snape stopped talking as Harry quickly wrote down every word the man was saying. "What are you doing?" "Ta-Taking N-Notes Proffesor." Harry said, quietly. "Is that what you were doing before?" Snape asked, surprised. "Y-Yes, Sir." "Hmm..." Snape hummed "Five points to Gryffindor." the class gasped and stared at the Proffesor "And see me after class, P-Harry." "Y-Yes, sir."

Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Lived, Hero of the Wizarding World, Master of Death. He was loyal to his friends. He would even sacrifice his life to save his friends. He died to save the Wizarding World, but at what cost? After the war with Voldemort, Harry felt like half of his soul had left his body. Sadness and grief followed him like a cloud wherever he went. Every night he slept, he would dream about a crimson eye in his mind, infiltrating his nightmares. Was any of what he had done worth it in the end? All the bloodshed, the needless death, the Horcruxes... was any of it necessary to save the world? These questions kept swirling around his head, unanswered. One day, all of those questions were laid to rest when the Lord Goblin, Ragnarok, sent him an owl about his inheritance in Gringotts. ___ Harry was furious. He had been blinded by the allure of the Light. Had been betrayed by Albus Dumbledore. Had been played perfectly like a puppet. He wanted revenge. How? Well, that part was easy. He, Harry Potter, is Master of Death. Armed with his inheritance and his powers, Harry decided to go back in time to when he was 8 years old. This time he knew his future. This time, he could play games with Albus Dumbledore. The Wizarding world doesn't know what they're about to face. Be wary. The Last Dragon rises, and will watch the world burn for the chance to build it anew. He has a vision of a new society that rises from the ashes, and will stop at nothing to see it done. Harry Potter / Tom Riddle A Time Travel Fix it Fic UPDATE EVERY MONDAY AND WEDNESDAY!!

Harry Potter is five years old now, though he does not look it. He looks more like a small four or three year old. But, that's not the end of it. The fact that none of his neighbors know he exists, that he sleeps in a cupboard, even that his parents are dead, is not the end, nor the worst of it. No, the worst, is his uncle. The reason he doesn't speak, look at anyone, barely even breathe. Each night, he hopes for someone to come and save him, but they never come. No matter how hard he wishes, how hard he hopes, it seems he will be stuck there forever, or until his slow, agonizing march to death ends. One night, after hoping and hoping, he starts to realize he will never get saved, helped, even comforted, for his entire life. What if he's wrong, and what if a certain Slytherin can heal this broken child? What if, in turn, this broken child can heal him? THIS IS NOT SNARRY!! If that's your thing that's fine, but HARRY IS FIVE IN THIS FANFIC!! NOT SNARRY!! Do not repost on any other website/account without my permission.

What happens when a sertant blonde gets rescued by 'scar boy' find out now!! :3 (btw i like being called mom :D)

Harry is broken. Broken by years of war and abuse. Broken by the burden of unwanted fame and the heavy price that came with it, and he's not sure how much longer he'll be able to take it. That is, until he finds Draco Malfoy, bruised and battered in a compartment on the train back to Hogwarts. Suddenly Harry has a reason to live again. Their friendship blossoms into something more and life starts to seem less impossible. When their love for each other is tested and the world tries to tear them apart, they struggle for their right to a happy ending. This is my first story on Wattpad and only the second book I have ever finished. I've poured my heart and soul into this, and only hope that you find it as rewarding to read as it was to write. The idea for this book came from @I'veBeenMade and all characters (for the most part) belong to JK Rowling.

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.

Part Three in the Kitty Series: The war is finally over and Harry and Tom are finally free to do what they want. First thing on the agenda: get married. Join Harry and Tom in the planning of their wedding and the raising of the twins. M/M - TRHP - OOC - MPEG Originally posted on fanfiction.net and A03 by the same author.