Everything was going well for Harry. Voldemort had been defeated, he was freshly out of the auror training program, he'd been becoming friends with Draco, he was dating Ginny again, and he had a fairly good social life. He was finally content for the first time in years.
Of course, that is when everything typically goes wrong for Harry. A mishap with a time-turner sends him back to his first year at Hogwarts. With no idea how to get back, and no idea how badly he could mess up his own past, he finds himself doing his best to repeat his past.
Only problem is there's so much he wants to change.
*cover image not mine, it belongs to alek.dar on Instagram*
*Characters belong to JK Rowling, I do not own Harry Potter*
TW: mentions of PTSD/Anxiety in this fic - please be safe y'all!
A sequel to: Red Strings and Markers
Adrien Agreste didn't remember much after the cathedral collapsed. He recalled hearing a voice, a female voice, calling out to him.
"Chat! Chat Noir! God damn it, you'd better be alive when I get in there!"
"Kid! Adrien! Are you okay?"
The red string of fate connects you to the person you're fated to be with. Whenever you mark your skin, your significant other gets marked as well.
The last thing Adrien remembered seeing before his world went dark was the elegant yet rushed pink ink on his forearm.
"I'm sorry."
October 4, 2016 - ranked #14 in fanfiction