Harry escapes the Dursleys with a unique bout of accidental magic and eventually winds up at the Grangers' house. Now, he has what he always wanted: a loving family, and he'll need their help to take on the magical world and vanquish the dark lord who has pursued him from birth. Years 1-4. This is not my story it's just easier for me to read it on this format. Full credit goes to White Squirrel on Fanfiction.net or Ao3

Everyone thinks they know the prophecy. The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies The dark lord shall mark them as his equal, but they shall have power the dark lord knows not And either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches, born as the seventh month dies What they don't know is that those were the twisted words of Dumbledore, the real prophecy being thus; The one with power equal to the lords approaches Born to those who have thrice defied the dark, born to the light as the seventh month dies They will surpass both the lords, using powers the lords know not And they must choose a side, or let the world fall into chaos While neither man nor woman can restore balance, the one with equal power approaches Join Alex Potter as they try to live while being shunned by their parents in favour of their twin brother, Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. !On Temporary Hiatus! !Being Rewritten!

Harry's name comes out of the goblet and he's had enough, he's sick of pretending to be stupid, he's sick of constantly fighting against the whole world. It's time to step up and take control of his life. This is a slow burn people, it's going to be a long one.

Harry potter was one out of two pairs of twins, one day Voldemort attacks them and his brother Charlus he is hailed hero of the wizarding world while its false, harry however is ignored after the faithful day he deafeted Voldmort. Harry potter is owned by: J.K. Rowling HPAParticpent2019

Being the Master of Death made life difficult, especially when you need to save all of magical Europe from inbreeding its way to extinction. At least Death was enjoying watching his Master attempt this over and over again. Harry didn't find it nearly as entertaining. Well, tenth times the charm right? (FemHarry) Original cover image by, beshinoe.

Draco Malfoy is a dominant Veela, finding out he's mated to the Gryffindor Golden Boy, how will he go about it? Does harry have creature blood too? Don't judge my ships or the plot line. Xx :) This is a Veela!Draco x Harry story, I found this online and it hasn't been updated since 2011. So I've decided that I'm going to finish it off for other readers. Everything up until chapter 69 goes to the creator, Janara. It can be found on fanfiction.net

Harry thought he had it all figured out. He had won the war. He had defeated the Dark Lord, fulfilled the prophecy, just like he was supposed to. But they hadn't counted on Harry surviving. It interfered with their plans and with the age of inheritance drawing near he would soon become a threat to all their scheming. He worked so hard to become what they wanted only for a repeat of his parents fate, as he whom was trusted so greatly turned his back on the golden boy. A killing curse cast just as his back was turned courtesy of the man he'd trusted. The man he'd thought was dead. The man looked down at the boy with a sickening smile. "This is the end I'm afraid, Harry, my boy." But they should have learned by now that when it came to Harry, Death had a soft spot. After all, the killing curse usually left behind a body, didn't it?

People who are born with two souls in their body are rare. But since when did Harry and Percy obey the rules? Follow them as they try to survive after their brother was mistaken for being the Boy-Who-Lived. AU. Wrong BWL

Harry always knew something was not all well in his life. No matter how hard he tried to pretend everything was fine, an uneasiness was always present in his gut. Of course, it was normal to grow feathers during the night, right? At least, he assumed so. But as time goes on he realises that there is something terribly, terribly wrong not with him, but his magical family. He cannot ignore the icy glares sent his way when Dumbledore thinks he isn't looking, or the disgusted expression Ron adopts when Harry's back is turned. But it isn't until one night a few days before his sixteenth birthday that this fragile falsehood collapses, and harry must face the reality that all is not well at all. WARNING- abuse, gay shit