The Son of Salazar
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  • Reads 37,209
  • Votes 1,453
  • Parts 10
  • Time 2h 8m
Complete, First published Jan 04, 2019
Mature
Https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11884919/1/ is the original story, all credit goes to the wonderful author!

In this story, Harry is abused and travels back into the Founder's Era. Read on to find out just what happens when he impacts all of their lives.

I will have both sequels put up and then focus on continuing the Tomarry/Harrymort one before moving onto the Snarry one.

Warning: Abuse!
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