Harry has been gone for two years. When he returns he's cold and different. And he's out for everyone that made him this way. This story is not mine and belongs to WereBunny87 on ffn.net.

"I tell you what I'll make you a deal" a voice like honey, a smile showing dimples. "What kind of deal?" Harry's shaking his head. "One where we both make it out of here alive." "And Ginny?" "You were too late Harry and she's already dead". ***** Harry tried to save Ginny but is too late and makes a deal with Tom Riddle. ***** Pre-warning the times will jump forward so for example book three will be as per canon and then we will pick up somewhere else. !Disclaimer! All characters belong to J.K Rowling This story belongs to jkc_92 on AO3 link to the story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36443674/chapters/90870748

Sirius Black falls through the Veil. Harry Potter, with a constant refusal to lose, to let those he loves die, follows. They come out the other side; inserting themselves into a world that is their own, but different. There is something blatantly and disgustingly wrong here. Tom Riddle is president. Harry Potter is his right-hand man. Sirius Black is in love with the wrong man. And it seems Harry is too. In other words: Harry Potter tries to get back to his world, and Tom Riddle finds him so interesting he does not want to let him. ... "Harry," Tom says. His tone is cautious; his eyes narrowed. But not committed. He does not want to believe what he sees. And what an act of mine, thinks Harry, being able to make Mr.-Fucking-President doubt himself. "What is that?" "This," Harry weighs the heavy thing in his hand, his magic suppressing bracelet jiggling against his wrist. "Is a gun." Tom tugs his own bracelet absently. He has, surely, by now noticed it is not a friendship one. It is not a gift. He states, cautious and almost, Harry would say, if he didn't know better, betrayed, "It's not Auror issued." "No," says Harry. He points it at Tom, who steels himself. "It's not. It's Muggle." Tom eyes him. Considers if he can run, if he can fight -- but he's always admired Harry's muscles, in his own fucked up sort of way. This is not a fight he can win. There is nowhere to run. "Are you going to shoot me, Harry?" "What do you think?" (He doesn't want to.) "I think," says Tom, almost too quiet to hear, "you love me."

Milan Cozart lived on the low-end of Chicago. A part of the city that was unbeknownst to tourists, yet never seemed to leave the front cover of the news... for murders. In this cutthroat slice she called home, there was one rule: Show no mercy. However, when you hold the life of a notorious drug lord in your hands... you may find yourself hesitating. Milan knew the rule, but she also knew who Ramses Young was as well. The man had spared the life of her brother the night her parents had died. Now, he laid bleeding out in her arms. He was meant to die. Because of her, he lived. And, because of her, bodies would drop.

He slowly backs up until his back is against the wall like my own, "You're..my neighbor?" He points to my door and I nod my head quickly. He hums softly, "You been here a while?" He asks and I nod my head once again. He chuckles, "Ya head hurt?" I nod again but stop as he laughs softly, "I-I mean.. no.. it doesn't." My cheeks burn red as I look at my shoes, "I-It doesn't hurt.." I repeat like a dummy and listen to him clear his throat, "So do you actually live there or was it bull?" He nods to my door and I play with my fingers, "Yeah.. I do.." I feel his eyes watch me and I quickly stop. "You live with your boyfriend or do you like sweatshirts that reach your knees?" He teased, making a giggle slip past my lips. I look away to the floor again, "I-I like big shirts... a lot." I mumble softly and he nods his head, "Hol' up." He puts his box down before walking over to one of the grey bins. I nosily watch as he pulls out a big grey sweatshirt, "Here." He holds it out for me to take and I stare at him with wide eyes, "F-For me?" I hesitantly grab the soft fabric as he chuckles, "Nah for ya mom." I puff my cheeks a little and give him a small glare, "Hush." He leans back against the wall and shakes his head, "It's cold out. You should put it on." ____________________________ She was a shy girl from the city with no spine and a list of problems so long that it could touch the floor and roll off her shoes. Though troublesome, she never truly minded because despite her fears, she was a smart little thing and worked around it. But like many of us, it kept her trapped in a tight little box. The fear of pain, insecurities, and endless thoughts held her back from the life she dreamt of. Until she met him. He was everything she could pray for and more. Tall, dark, handsome, intelligent, and caring. Perhaps she could peek out her little box.. just this once? __________ PLEASE STOP COPY PASTING MY BOOK!!!! THEIF!!! #1 in Daddy (1/1/2021) #1 in Black Romance (5/15/21)

stiles was an infamous criminal, he was incredibly good at reading people, hacking into anything he felt like, pickpocketing and breaking in without a trace. one day, when doing his usual work he managed to get his hands on a very wealthy man's wallet. he didn't look hard enough into who the man was, would he regret it? soon stiles finds himself in a completely different world, filled with love and monsters (; disclaimer: i do not own teen wolf or anything about it,

Briar had no idea that the relationship he was in was unhealthy. Damaging. He could barely tell that everything he was, and wanted to be, had been repressed and kept away by the person he loved more than life. Or maybe he did know- did see- and just didn't want to acknowledge it. Content to suffer silently if it meant keeping his boyfriend happy. And what it took for him to see the love he could have, the acceptance he could experience and the freedom he could thrive in, were three people. Three amazing, gorgeous and polyamorous people who used a cheeky fox to sneak their way into his life, a daddy he never knew he needed to break down his walls, and a sadistic dominant to lead him into a lifestyle he had always been afraid of. And afraid, Briar was. Afraid that the person he became around them, the person he could see himself thriving as... he was terrified that it was all too perfect for someone as imperfect as him. Briar; a Little lost in a big, cruel world. *******************

Harry was in his third year when he started noticing inconsistencies in his memory. By the time summer came around he started getting angry. One night back at the Dursleys leads to something he never expected. Add in one trip to Gringotts and Harry is stunned. What happened? Who is he? And why does he feel so desperate for a change?

Professor Snape hates Harry Potter, but when Dumbledore forces him to check up on the boy, he finds something he didn't expect. Harry James Potter had tried to commit suicide. He isn't sure how he'll be able to take care of the boy but he cares. How will this cold-hearted Slytherin and this scarred Gryffindor grow together after years of hatred? DISCLAIMER: I OWN NONE OF THE CHARACTERS, PLACES OR SPELLS. ONLY THE PLOT.

drarry and fatherly Snape what will happen when Severus is called to check on the Gryfindoor golden boy? follow the heart wrenching story of Harry Potter, the boy who lived, who wanted nothing more than to be just harry and loved by someone as just Harry. Will harry learn to accept the love he is offered? how will the unlikely pair find peace within each other? how will Hogwarts cope after the diagnosis? I DO NOT OWN THE HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO SHE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED (J.K.ROWLING) Unfortunately I have discontinued this story please tag me if you decide to write any additional chapters xx