in which , aurora potter mistakenly sent a text message to a slytherin a hp au where voldemort never happened

It's Harry's 4th year at Hogwarts and his name has just come out of the Goblet of Fire. Everyone has abandoned him and he feels utterly alone. Through an accident Harry and the piece of Voldemort's soul that resides inside him begin to interact and Harry slowly begins to change. He becomes stronger and more aware, and slowly grows aware of a more sinister course of events that has perpetuated his entire life. Book 1 Disclaimer - This story does not belong to me, it can be found on fanfiction.com and adult-fanfiction by Athey.

Harry is betrayed. Harry gets a second chance to do it all over again. There is just one catch. If Harry gets to keep his memories from his previous life, so does Voldemort. Harry Potter/Tom Riddle

Harry has lived a long and fulfilling life as a wizard, and he is ready to pass on when his time comes. Children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, Harry was happy with the way things turned... That is, until, he finds out the truth and gains his strange...inheritance. With a little help from Death, Fate, Time, Life, and even Lady Hecate herself, he's able to fix the wrongdoings of his past. Maybe even find new friends and family. Who knows? For Harry, luck is all he needs. -- This is a Harry Potter fanfiction that contains slash between Harry Potter and Tom Riddle/Voldemort. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING HARRY POTTER RELATED, NOR AM I CLAIMING TO! THIS IS JUST A FANFICTION!

How does Harry react when he finds out the truth behind all of Dumbledore's secrets from Voldemort? Simple... he plots to kill them both. Originally Posted on fanfiction.com by Nyx Myst

We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided To some Slytherins, the only person who can beat a Slytherin, is a Slytherin. So imagine their surprise when Harry Potter - golden boy, boy-who-lived and the poster child of the light - gets sorted into the house of his mortal (immortal) enemy... There's a split down the middle and the battle begins. Light vs Dark... Good vs Evil... so what happens when you're in the middle? After all.. the world isn't black and white... is it? Disclaimer: I own none of the character or setting or anything from Harry Potter - That is all the wonderful J.K. Rowling's. I own the plot and anything that you don't recognise.

"You know what I think?" Harry leaned across the table. "I think you're afraid. You don't take risks like us Gryffindors." He scoffed. "Please, you Gryffindors are all wand-waving and no spell." Harry grinned, settling back into his seat. "Not me. I always follow through." "Prove it." Harry stood up and walked around the table. He leaned over Draco, one hand no his chair and the other on the table. Their faces were a mere inch apart, so close that Draco could see flecks of brown in his emerald eyes. "I don't see any follow-through," Draco taunted. And then Harry kissed him. Harry's hands fell to his shoulders so quickly that Draco teetered on his seat. Draco reached up and grabbed Harry's shirt in an attempt to catch his balance which resulted in the two boys falling to the ground with Harry on top. Harry's cheeks were red with embarrassment as he tried to get up. All he managed to do was knee Draco in the leg. Draco put his hands on Harry's hips. "Stop. Let me." In one fluid motion, Draco flipped them around so he was kneeling above Harry. "And for future reference," Draco smirked, bringing his lips down to brush against his. "I'm always on top."

Seven years ago, Harry Potter was taken from the cupboard under the stairs and thrust into the wizarding world. His first magic school, Hogwarts, didn't work out, so, together with some new friends, Harry founded his own - Diricawl Academy of Magical Studies. They've learnt a lot and even saved the wizarding world from an evil Dark Lord. Now, it's finally time to graduate.

Hogwarts has fallen. In its place stands Castle Voldemort. With the Hogwarts students held hostage, the Ministry has surrendered. All of magical Britain is now under the rule of Lord Voldemort. All, that is, but for those few at Diricawl Academy of Magical Studies. But what can so few really do against such odds?