A darker version of Harry Potter. I will start from before Year one, this will be very different from the original books and movies, but will follow the same characters, universe, and basic laws. This is essiantaliy how I wonder it could of gone if things had slightly been different, have you ever wondered that? Well, here are some slight changes, Harry's parents were driven insane instead of Neville's, Neville's parents were murdered by Voldemort. Harry still survives a killing curse, just cast by Bellatrix instead of Voldemort, well Voldemort was captured by aurors that night and was captured people say he is just biding his time waiting to escape. Changes in background may cause changes in characterization so some maybe a little OC, I also haven't watched or read Harry Potter in a while so sorry if some characters are EXTREMELY out of character, I will try to keep the core values, but butterfly effect so yeah.
Sorry if the writing is bad. And due to the fact of me being Canadian all muggle money will be Canadian, sorry I wasn't tought British pounds,
I do not own Harry Potter the only thing I own is my own plot of the fanfiction and my own OCs.
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.