As Dumbledoor feel from the tower Harry felt as though time stopped. As he looked around he saw that it truly had. The death eaters trying to run were still, as was the body of the head master. That's when his eyes landed on the two figures in white. ** DISCONTINUED

Harry is actually Salazar Slytherin reincarnated. The other three founders are back as well under then names Draco, Luna, and Hermione. There will be some severe changes at Hogwarts now that the founders have returned. Albus Dumbledore won't know what's hit him.

Harry goes to sleep after the final battle... but he wakes up at his first Welcoming Feast under the Sorting Hat. Harry has been thrown back in time into his eleven-year-old body. If he's going to have suffer through this again, he's going to do all he can to make sure he enjoys himself

Harry Potter is done being manipulated, he's done being a pawn, no more is he the griffindor golden boy. He surrenders.

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 was left with his aunt and their family. There he lived an unhappy life, but still was happy. How? It's because he has Death, animals, and creatures that he can talk to. All of a sudden on his 11th birthday, he is visited by his so called dad, James Potter. He is forces to meet his family and learn more of what happened in the past. What is he going to learn. DISCLAIMER!! I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does. I do not own any of the art used on here, all rights go to their owner. Warning!! Bashing for some Weasley, Dumbledore, James and Lilly Potter, and some of the Order of the Phoenix. $&@ Slow Updates @&$ June 2018- #2 in WBWL

The pain of being neglected and hated was not something he could either forget or forgive. To live in a house where he was forgotten until his parents decided he needed a punishment cause Harry Potter to grow up unloved while his young brother was worshiped. He simply could not forgive them. Instead, he would make them pay for everything the did to him.

Harry Potter and his sister Lily Potter ran away from home when their brother Harold Potter became the Boy Who Lived. Now they are known as Dakota Malfoy ( Lily Potter ) and Drake Malfoy ( Harry Potter). Go through their journey at Hogwarts with their brother Hayden trying to be better than them. There's a rewrite out now called the Black Dahlia (Living With The Malfoy's Rewrite)!

Harry has never been the innocent boy. All his innocence died when he came into his inheritance. I don't own Harry Potter and I suck at summaries. Author note: Sorry guys but I am putting this child up for adoption to someone that will properly take care of it.

"I'm sick of being the 'Golden Boy', the 'Savior'! I just want it all to end," I scream to no one in particular. It was another Summer at Privet Drive and I don't think I can take another moment of it. I sit up from my spot in the garden and wonder what would've happened if I join Voldemort in First Year? With a swoosh of a cape, a cold an erie voice whispers, "The offer is still on, Potter." I jump up, wand ready in my hand. Voldemort takes a step closer, revealing himself, holding out his hand. "What would I get if I join you?" "Power..." *cover art by me*