On Harry Potters 15th birthday, he goes trough a creature inheritance. When he wakes up after fainting from pain, he discovers he has been lied to by a lot of people for a long time.

"Oh my love," Voldemort sighed. "Aren't you tired of this endless running? You don't look well. All this writhing in the dust like a hunted animal doesn't suit you." Harry struggled against the binds keeping him in place, his breaths coming out in sharps pants as he twisted away from his touch. He's a monster, he reminded himself, forcing himself not to think about how gentle he could be with him. How much he missed his touch. You need to run from him, run far, far away. You are in the middle of a war! "I'm tired of chasing," Voldemort continued, stepping closer to Harry's struggling form. "Of indulging this little game of yours. Let's stop pretending there's anywhere you could run where I would not find you." He paused in front of Harry and knelt down, a hand reaching out to caress his cheek possessively. "Let's stop pretending you want to be anywhere but my arms, hmm?" "Go to hell!" Harry spits, jerking away from his touch. "I'm not yours!" "And that, my love, is where you're wrong," Voldemort said with a crazed smirk. "Nothing, not even death, could keep me from you. You always have and always will belong to me!" |.-.-.-.-.-.-.-| Voldemort had finally won. He defeated the light and gained control over Magical Britain, and in the process, he had lost everything. As he remembers how he met, fell in love with, and ultimately lost Harry Potter, he realizes that in his greed, Voldemort had ruined everything that ever mattered to him. But when new information comes to light, it's a race against time to bring Harry Potter back from the dead and reconcile their relationship or risk losing the love of his life forever... ...Even if it means getting help from what's left of the Golden Trio.

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.

A very long time ago, Severus resigned himself to the reality that he doesn't have a soulmate after all. He's finally a real Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher and his life is perfectly tolerable, thank you very much. However, at the age of thirty-nine, it seems his soulmate has come of age. He will ignore this new development and carry on as he always has.

Harry stared down at his bleeding hand, the words "I must not tell lies" dripping down his skin in blood-red liquid. And snapped. Harry Potter decides he's had enough of the wizarding world throwing him crap. he's going to throw it right back.

Harry Potter always thought he knew who he was. This changed one night when he came into a creature inheritance. Harry Potter characters are not mine I do not own harry Potter

"Well, I did think of Voldemort, but then... I thought of the Dementors.." Remus sighed gently, a small smile plastered on his face. "Well, Harry, that's a good choice. What you fear, is fear itself." Harry gulped nervously. "W-Well.. I thought of something else..." ____________________ TRIGGER WARNING This story contains sensitive material that some readers may find makes them uncomfortable! Read at your own risk! ____________________ This is the story of the Boy Who Lived. He trusted, fell in love, fought, and won. How dramatic can I make this story? Let's find out. ;) ____________________ Depressed!Harry I will NOT make him suicidal. It makes me uncomfortable, and I'm sure it makes others uncomfortable as well. Abused!Harry In this story, Harry will be abused! In a lot of fanfics, the abuse scenes always play out weird, but I'll try my best to make them, well, not weird... OOC!Draco Draco will be in character in the beginning of the story, but the more he learns about Harry, he will start to get a little out of character compared to the actual story! SHIPS/LABELS: Drarry! Harry and Draco WILL end up in a relationship! If this is not your cup of tea, please leave! (There's a nice little back button in the top left corner reserved just for you ;) ) Severitus! Snape will be fatherly and protective of Harry later on! This is NOT Snarry! Severus and Harry are NOT in a romantic relationship! Childish!Harry! I feel that, since Harry hasn't had a proper childhood where he could run around and have fun, he'd be pretty childish. This means curling up with Severus (Hinting Severitus here) in front of the fireplace, making rash and stupid decisions without thinking, etc. Basically acting like a child would. WARNINGS: HOMOSEXUALITY! There will be two boys in a relationship here! If this is not your cup of tea, please leave now! ABUSE!!! Please please please, if you are easily triggered by physical abuse, do NOT read this story! Otherwise... Enjoy!!

Harry Potter finds out the truth. He was never really a Potter.... Read as he discovers, Betrayal Friendship And more about himself and his mysterious inheritance..... Cover by AStrangeEvent

The war is over. Lives are slowly going back to normal. Summer break is hard for everyone, but one person in particular isn't sure if he can make it. Harry Potter. He hasn't heard from his friends in months. All he has is his Godfathers empty house, a house elf that constantly makes a portrait scream, and a pistol he stole from his uncle. What he's about to do, no one knows about. Until the one person he was able to save finds him. This story has severe mentions of suicide, self harm, rape, ect. Don't read if this makes you uncomfortable. Do not repost on any other website/account without my permission.

No one knows what went wrong with Hadrian James Potter-Black. Certainly not Heath Potter, the boy-who-lived. How could his own brother be a Slytherin? Be so Dark? Granted, Heath rarely interacted with Hadrian. But it's bad enough that he's fated to defeat the most powerful Dark Lord in centuries. But is fate really so cruel that he has to also fight against his own brother...?