When someone dies, they lose their memory and are reborn as someone else. That's how it should be. "Should" is the key word. No one wants to be reborn as Harry Potter. No one wants to keep their memories while being reborn as Harry Potter. I repeat: NO ONE WANTS TO BE HARRY- Oh, forget it. I'm going into Slytherin.

after Harry finds out about Voldemort's past, he travels back in time leaving the people who betrayed him behind. He along with his baby nephew teddy travel to the year the 1930s. After getting his life under control he goes in search of young Tom riddle. He will raise him to be the best dark lord there could be.

Harry died at the age of 157. After he had killed voldemort he was thrown away from everyone he thought loved him. They had betrayed him after the hard work was done. he had been cast away to forever rot in Azkaban until he died. He had turned quiet through those long years. planning. seething. waiting for his time of revenge. he spent his time locked up seeking knowledge from the depths of his magic. traveling the world in a lasting coma, where he was not awake nor asleep. when he was 150 he escaped Azkaban and tracked down each and every one of the people who betrayed him. he killed them all, with no mercy. But he didn't just kill them and be done, oh no no no, he tortured them. made them watch there loved ones die. made them go to the point of insanity. and he loved every single second that he watched them suffer at the tips of his fingers. when he went to kill Dumbledore who had never died before but faked his death, he was killed in a ambush. still out for his blood he was helped by a family friend who we know as death. Harry was sent back to 1934 where he was know as 5 year old mute Hadrian Peverell. a orphan in wools orphanage and the beauty of the orphanage. he ends up being roomed with Tom Marvolo Riddle but with his now wise 157, well now 162 year old mind he was ready for anything. including excepting his soul mate and helping him. as Dumbledore always said. For the greater good.

Tom's hogwarts career was proceeding exactly as it was planned, until it wasn't. After all, not having received his mark yet, Tom didn't know if the mysterius person sending him way-to-accurate courting gifts was actually his soulmate. But, as the presents became more perfect, and his birthday was nearing, he couldn't help but hope that they were. --- If you also found it on ao3, don't worry, it's my account as well, I'm just cross-posting. (on the same account there is also a rewritten and translated version of another story of mine, that I wrote years ago, if you're scared I plagiarized it)

Harry Potter's uncle went too far. A brutal beating left the boy mute. What will happen when Harry finds a suspicious looking locket and a blank diary in his trunk? Warning, mild cursing and eventual gore. By the way, sometimes I'll upload a chapter, but then take it back down. Sorry, I always forget to edit or add an A/N.

Leo Louvard died once before. In his previous life, illness confined him to a hospital bed. The only escape he had was a book he never managed to finish: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. When he wakes up as the heir to an ancient, prestigious French pureblood house, he views this second life as a fragile gift. His goal is simple: stay quiet, stay perfect, and above all, stay far away from the tragedy of the Wizarding War. Specifically, he plans to stay away from Sirius Black.

Abandoned by the Dursleys at the age of four, Harry is raised by a magical serpent called a Syren. What happens when he decides the Dark Lord is the only one who can help him 'get hatchlings?

Harry and Hermione get lost in the Dark Forest. What happens when a botched rescue attempt and a miscast spell awaken something ancient inside of them?

"I'm sick of being the 'Golden Boy', the 'Savior'! I just want it all to end," I scream to no one in particular. It was another Summer at Privet Drive and I don't think I can take another moment of it. I sit up from my spot in the garden and wonder what would've happened if I join Voldemort in First Year? With a swoosh of a cape, a cold an erie voice whispers, "The offer is still on, Potter." I jump up, wand ready in my hand. Voldemort takes a step closer, revealing himself, holding out his hand. "What would I get if I join you?" "Power..." *cover art by me*

"I didn't teach Tom Riddle how to be a hero. I only gave the monster a reason to exist." Sixteen-year-old Shreyansh was supposed to die in 2026. Instead, he wakes up in the freezing damp of 1938 London, trapped in the small, copper skinned body of a child with a lightning bolt scar. He knows the story. He knows of the Horcruxes. He knows the boy in the bed across from him is destined to become the darkest wizard in history. Shreyansh has a plan :- soft words, shared bread, and a friendship that will heal Tom Riddle's fractured soul. But the 1930s are a cruel place. The plot is broken. The hero is a lie. And the Dark Lord is in love. (CRACKFIC DISGUISED BY POOR ATTEMPT AT LITERATURE)