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Hadrian Peverell
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    Time 7h 42m
Ongoing, First published May 31
Mature
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Harry Potter was never the hero they thought he was. Not deep down.

Before his ninth birthday, he meets Death and learns what the world will never understand: affection is a currency, power is safety, and control is everything. Death arms him with knowledge. Tom Riddle offers him vision. The Wizarding World, in its ignorance, gives him the perfect mask.

Sorted into Slytherin, Harry becomes exactly what they want to see-the golden boy with the easy smile, the savior draped in light. But behind the angel's face lies a mind forged in shadows, ruthless and ravenous.

Hadrian Peverell does not crave survival. He craves devotion. He craves fear. He craves a world that kneels because it loves him too much to resist. And when he finds Tom Riddle's diary, speaking and thinking and plotting... well, why go back to the 1940s when you can bring the Dark Lord to you? He dreams of drawing him close, of building an empire hand in hand.

Together, they'll build something better. A world worthy of their brilliance. A world that loves him, fears him, needs him.

Harry Potter was born to die.
Hadrian Peverell was born to rule.
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Death had always walked beside her, a shadow stitched to her soul. She fought. She won. But what was left to claim? The castle around her - the only home she had ever known - was crumbling into ruin. Stone shattered under fire. Bodies carpeted the ground, faces she would never forget, lives she had failed to save. Victory meant nothing when it was built on a graveyard. She was alone. And worse, she was alive. She had died before. Had died and returned, as if cursed to never know peace, cursed to be the master of death, forever hunted by the thing that should have claimed her. Death was her shadow, her lover, and her tormentor. It whispered to her in the silence, tugged at her with every breath she drew, a cat playing with its prey, savoring the chase. She tried to undo it - to tear a hole in time, to claw back 37 hours, to steal even one life from the jaws of death. But time does not bargain with the broken. It is a vengeful thing, wild and cold. It seized her, flung her not back 37 hours but 37 years, into a past dripping with shadows and secrets. The castle stood whole then - but the rot was already there, festering beneath the stone. And Death, patient and cruel, was already waiting for her in the cracks of the world, ready to finish what it had begun. Smiling at her from the darkness. Death wearing the face of Tom Riddle *Mature themes* Enemy's to lovers *Tom Riddle*