Harry Potter found peace after the war in another world where a large number of Potters live. He makes his living as an animal healer in Godric's Hollow, surrounded by family and away from all wars. But his peace shatters with the arrival of a Tom Riddle from another dimension, who seeks a Potter who can be his foretold weapon in his own war. I found this story on Ao3. I don't own this story, nor the wizarding world

Life after Voldemort is ideal and perfect for everyone except the one who made it possible. Unbelievably bored and unhappy, Harry performs a spell that will take him to an alternate universe where he can be happiest and active with Voldemort. Even he hadn't expected the outcomes or how the spell would misinterpret his desires. This story does not belong to me, it belongs to Aariya07 on ffn.net. This story is incomplete.

Harry finds a little friend when he is taking care of the garden the two become friends but what if the snake wasn't just any snake and helps harry on his wishes of what to do with his family and those who want to control him - C.W.

AU: Red String of Fate connects you to your soulmate. A red thread connects those destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may tangle and stretch but will never be broken. Harry found himself in the graveyard after he and Cedric grabbed trophy in the Maze, being forced to assist in a ritual to bring Voldemort, his supposed enemy, back to life. But there was one issue: the soulmate thread around his ring finger was saying that the revived Dark Lord was his soulmate. Top Rankings: #1 in Tomarry 4/20/19 #1 in Harrymort 4/2/19

Harry gets killed and came back as his ten and a half year old self now that he know about everything to do with the people he thought where his friends and a grandfather like figure, oh he is so going to but death under his feet and have the everything they way he wants and plans it - C.W.

Harry finally shows who and what he is within, he and his true friends turns to the darkside where Harry will find his future lover and surprises in life - C.W.

"It started with a dream in a mirror" Voldemort has been obsessed with Harry Potter as long as he can remember.. So when Harry Potter shows up on his doorstep, claims to want to join the dark side, and starts sending the dark lord sexual dreams in his sleep, what is the dark lord to do? (If you couldn't tell this is definitely TOMARRY. In a world where Harry loves slytherin but chose gryffindor because no one would listen to him in slytherin, Harry is dark, he hates dumblewhore, and he is utterly obsessed with the bloody dark lord named Tom Riddle...) Hello, A/N here; I want to say I wrote this when I was 10 and please excuse this awful attempt at writing. I despise this story but a lot of people like it (for the life of me I don't know why) so please don't think this is my writing as a whole, I promise I've gotten better over the years.

Alex Shade is a dream-eater. A weak variety of incubus, dream-eaters need the energy from human dreams to survive. Alex has a special affinity for nightmares, but it makes his life a living hell: in order to absorb the energy, he has to experience the dream. He's learned to turn this to his advantage, though, and sells his services as a "nightmare doctor" to those whose sleep is tormented by the inventions of the unconscious mind. One day he's hired by a man whose dreams are worse than any he's encountered before, and Alex is torn between a desire to help and the need to preserve his own sanity. But when he's finally pushed into making a choice, he discovers that he may not have one, after all. - [Advisory/Warnings: This story contains strong language, some violence, and some sex. Rated Mature] - This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

"Our universe grants every soul a twin - a reflection of themselves - the kindred spirit. And no matter where they are or how far away they are from each other - even if they are in different dimensions, they will always find one another. This is destiny; this is love." -Julie Dillon. Dove had been plagued with vivid dreams all his life, about a thousand different lives with a mysterious blur of a man. He had never thought too deeply about it, more concerned with getting out of his dreary town and away from the ghosts of his past. In a last chance bid at a life elsewhere, Dove travelled to San Franciso for a job interview to be the personal assistant of prestigious businessman and billionaire, Eryll Beherit. Little did he know, that man was no man, and he would be the final piece of the puzzle that Dove needed to fill in all the cracks in his fractured mind...

"You're really pissing me off, Iggy, so I'm gonna give you two options. Either walk away or keep fucking provoking me and watch what happens," Ignatius' bottom lip caught between his teeth, Enlil's hot breath tickling his ear as the sylph leant in awfully close. One option was far more appealing than the other, though the other was far more practical. "Why would I walk away now, daddy?" Ignatius felt Enlil's arousal pressing against his clothed ass, making his own hardening cock twitch with anticipation. Was he really going through with it? He doubted it would just be a blowjob that time, he could still back out, Enlil wouldn't be mad. "I'd watch what you say next, princess, don't go giving me the wrong idea," Enlil spoke in a much softer voice, resting his hand on the wall to the left of Ignatius' head, his lips so close to the phoenix's ear they just grazed against the skin. Ignatius hesitated, guilty thoughts rushing into his mind, each one dissolving as Ignatius focused on how well his back fit into Enlil's chest. "Please," Ignatius whispered, sliding his hand up the wall to cover Enlil's, "please, daddy," Ignatius suddenly felt very vulnerable, fearful that Enlil would reject his advances. "Please what, princess? Tell daddy what you want," Enlil pressed his lips to the crook of Ignatius' neck, running his tongue over the curvature of his skin, coaxing a hushed moan from the phoenix. God, who had been kidding? How could he have ever resisted Enlil when he spoke to him like that? "You," Ignatius breathed, bringing Enlil's hand down to rest upon his throat, "I want you, daddy, all of you," Ignatius' breath caught in his throat as Enlil applied a hell of a lot more pressure than he had done before, no longer increasing it at a gradual pace. "It's about goddamn time, princess..." {Book Three of the Inamorate Series}