I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ITS CHARACTERS - ALL IMAGES CAME FROM PINTERST SO I DO NOT OWN THEM

I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ITS CHARACTERS - ALL IMAGES CAME FROM PINTERST SO I DO NOT OWN - I ONLY OWN OCS

The Emperor was tired. After 1000 years of concubines he finally wanted something more. He wanted someone to last, to live the ages with him. He needed a Consort. Original Story by : Malignant_Kitten (AO3)

Hadrian shook his head slowly. "No," he lied. He wasn't sure why he withheld the truth, but something told him to keep his past life a secret for now. "I just... woke up here." Elrond and Glorfindel exchanged a glance, silent words passing between them. "You are unlike any child we have seen before," Elrond finally said. "Your presence is... different. But there is no darkness in you. That alone is enough for us to offer you sanctuary." Hadrian exhaled, some of the tension in his body easing. Safe. He had never truly been safe before. The idea felt foreign, but not unwelcome. It was then that he finally noticed his reflection in the polished silver mirror across the room. He inhaled sharply. An elfling stared back at him. His body was smaller, more delicate, yet not frail. His ears tapered into elegant points, peeking through his unruly dark hair, which cascaded down to his shoulders in soft waves. His eyes were still the same vivid green, but they held a strange, ethereal glow, as if infused with the very magic of this world. A child again. A proper child, not the underfed, scrappy boy who had spent his youth locked away in a cupboard. Hadrian raised a trembling hand to his face, his fingers tracing over smooth skin, unblemished by scars of war and hardship. He had truly been reborn. -Takes place during The Hobbit-

After dying in a car accident, a modern-day man named Marquas transmigrates into the body of Severus Snape during the First Wizarding War. Armed with knowledge of the future and a dark sense of humor, he decides to rewrite Snape's tragic fate. No longer obsessed with Lily or blindly loyal to Dumbledore, Marquas-Snape carves his own path mocking Voldemort, trolling Death Eaters, and revolutionizing magic. You can support and excess to next 10 chapter on patreon.com/Well_being Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial fan work. I do not own [Harry Potter] or any of its characters, settings, or intellectual property. All rights belong to their respective creators and copyright holders. This work is created for entertainment and personal expression.

Kayle just got into prison after being caught by the authorities. He's been wanted for almost five years and the thought that it's finally the time to pay for the consequences of killing pedos. He knows that he isn't free forever. "I should become a priest for receiving all those confessions." Though, when he thought that he'll be experiencing hell in jail, it's quite the opposite. How come eight men are showing interest to him? He isn't even gay.

Prequel to The Nightmare Man. How did Harry Potter become a feared lord from ancient times? Here we'll see the start of it. No Pairings. Warnings: Violence, gore, evil! Harry and twisted! Harry. Seriously, for quite a bit he's not friendly at all with humans. Be warned. Disclaimers: I do not own Harry Potter nor do I own this fanfiction. This fanfiction can be found on FanFiction.net. It is written by Tiro.

In the depths of the Ministry, there is a cell for the world's most dangerous man... and he wants out. No pairings. Warnings: Time travel, OOC-characters, Light!bashing, Twisted!Harry, Evil!Harry, violence, mention of gore. Yeah, stuff like that. Disclaimers: I don't own Harry Potter nor do I make any money writing this. This fanfiction can be found on fanfiction.net. It is written by Tiro.

Voldemort won the first war. Harry is happy to live as an unnoticed squib at Hogwarts. Unfortunately, visions and rebels don't allow that and Harry soon catch the attention of the dark lord.

The adults of Wool's Orphanage were completely wrapped around Harrison Peverell's fingers. They cherished him, dotted on him, gave him extra of everything, even when the Orphanage already had so little. What they didn't know was that Harrison Peverell wasn't just a boy. He was a boy that got memories of his past life, everyday, through his dreams. Harrison Peverell was the Master of Death, only, he doesn't know until the day he remembers that he is, which is about 17 years into his second life. Death is patient with almost everything, but he desperately wants to meet his Master, face to face. So, turn that 17 years into 5 years. ¤¤¤¤¤ Tom Riddle, two years older than Harrison Peverell, was hated and feared at Wool's Orphanage. The only person that didn't hate or fear him was Harrison, who insisted on being called Harry. Tom didn't know what drew him to Harry, he didn't know why he was so fascinated by the way his jewel like eyes shined with a sharp cunning that no 5-year-old should have, so he avoided Harrison. He did this for a year, but Harry refused to be ignored. At age six, Harrison Peverell got the future Dark Lord wrapped tightly around his finger with a simple sentence. "If you are what is considered to be a freak, than I would rather be with you than be normal and accepted." ¤¤¤¤¤ This is a Tomarry Fanfic. It features boyxboy. Don't like, Don't read. Status: on-going Highest Rankings: #1 in wizards #2 in 1930s #1 in 1940s #2 in harrison #4 in darkharry #3 in hogwartsschoolofwitchcraftandwizardry #48 in tomriddle #6 in wizardingworld #3 in tomriddlelovestory #4 in tomarry #1 in masterofdeath #1 in tomxharry #1 in riddleera #1 in harrymort #1 in hp #1 in ww2 #4 in timetravel #3 in orphanage #10 in harrypotter #48 in hogwarts