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Still, the last idea Dumbledore come up with took the cake, asking him to continue sitting in the same room with Snape while he was attacked mentally, again and again, baring his deepest secrets to him. Dumbledore must have been an idiot if he thought that he would ever agree to something like that once again, after that monster disguised as a teacher did his best to humiliate him. He acknowledged that giving Voldemort access to his mind wasn't exactly reasonable, but he would die before relying on Snape to fix anything, lest of his brain. He still remembered how Snape ruined Sirius' life just to satisfy his schoolyard grudge despite Dumbledore's orders to contrary at the end of the third year. Who would've guaranteed that he wouldn't do the same to ruin his in an attempt to get even with his father? With that in mind, he entered the library and sneaked his way into the restricted section. "Secrets of the mind," he murmured as he carefully pulled a book after a brief search. "I hope that is the one I'm looking for." Note: Porn with Plot Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/MaegorPotter

Magic meets strategy. Wands meet wards. Hogwarts will never be the same. Waking up in a strange world was one thing. But waking up with a League of Legends system… and a Hogwarts acceptance letter? Allen thought he was about to grind minions and rank up, until an owl dropped off an invitation to the most magical school in Britain. Now armed with summoner spells, runes, and the power to one-shot trolls with a well-timed Ignite, Allen must navigate potions, house points, and suspicious professors, all while tracking down a hidden enemy obsessed with forbidden magic. As two worlds collide, a new kind of magic is born—one with cooldowns, combo chains, and no respawn timer. Magic has rules. League breaks them. Welcome to the most broken Hogwarts meta ever.

"GO UP TO YOUR FUCKING ROOM!" A man, seething with anger, yelled at someone. "Now Tristian, he is your son," a woman said as calmly as she could, standing in front of the boy. "Not biologically he isn't! You had him when we got together, Diana!" Tristian said, not as loudly, but still booming throughout the house. Diana turned around and knelt down, "Can you go up to your room, sweetie?" She asked and he nodded. The boy did go up the stairs, but he didn't go to his room. He instead sat down and the top step to listen to his parents yell at each other. Diana turned back to her husband, "He was left at my doorstep one morning almost Eleven years ago, Tristian, what was I supposed to do?" "As of the current situation, I'd say you should've left it there!" He yelled back at his slowly-losing-her-patience wife. "He. Not it, he. And he is our son. Just because he's different doesn't mean we can't love him," Diana said. The Boy known as Jake Fernandes sat at the top of the stairs, crying as he listened to the people he had called his parents arguing. Right then he decided he could accept them not being his real parents because they looked after him for so long. He suddenly heard a loud bang come from down the stairs. He stood up and hurried down to see his mother laying on the ground, red liquid slowly pooling around her still form. He gasped, tears flowing from his widened eyes, then looked up to his father and saw him holding a gun. His father aimed his gun at him, but before he could pull the trigger, he started gasping for air. Tristian saw his son's eyes and they were glowing red. In his final moments, he knew that thing had to be born of the devil. There wasn't any way he could explain otherwise. Jake watched as his fathers life was slowly drained from his eyes, clutching his throat the entire time. His body spasms ceded and his father lay still, just like his mother. The entire situation was gravely taxing on his psyche. His red eyes changed back to their Blue color and before he knew it, he fell forward, passing out from recent events. Want to read advanced chapters? If you’re enjoying the story and would like early access to future chapters, please consider supporting me on Patreon: patreon.com/HalyxStark.

Draco Malfoy survived the flames of the Room of Requirement — only to awaken eleven years old again, on the eve of his first year at Hogwarts. Armed with memories of war, betrayal, and regret, he resolves to change fate: protect his family, guard their legacy, and perhaps even forge unexpected bonds.

I had a peculiar dream where I found myself in a room, dressed in a robe, holding a wooden stick and directing it towards a lifeless body. My entire body was itching, as if my skin was melting like wax. Internally, it felt like icebergs colliding with each other. The absurdity of the situation overwhelmed me, causing me to burst into laughter. However, the sound that escaped my mouth was so powerful that it almost caused me to faint; it was the kind of laugh any supervillain would trade their soul for. Suddenly, I realized that the voice I heard was not my own, which prompted me to rush to the mirror. To my surprise, the reflection staring back at me did not resemble myself either. Gradually, my body began to transform, becoming less human-like and more unrecognizable. It felt like various pieces were merging together within me. Then, the pain struck. I collapsed to my knees, screaming in agony. But abruptly, the pain vanished after a short while, leaving only a lingering headache. It was in that moment that I understood this was not merely a dream... I am Lord Voldemort! Well, not exactly. My mind was flooded with foreign memories of Tom Riddle, also known as Voldemort, who attempted various methods to achieve immortality and alter his body. Some of these methods did not work well together, such as creating horcruxes and implanting fragments of the Veil of Death into the body. It's possible that a sliver of his soul was ejected and replaced with a random soul, or that my soul merged with the remaining fragment in this body. The outcome was clear: his memories, reflexes, and abilities, combined with my consciousness. This proved to be advantageous as I had full control over the body. You can support me and read advance chapters on my Patreon. Join me at patreon.com/MythosMixer for exclusive content and updates!

It had only been a few days since he had somehow survived the Chamber of Secrets, and once again Harry Potter felt like the Magical World was completely mad. Death Eater and unrepentant monster Lucius Malfoy had unleashed a beast that could have easily wiped out an entire generation- a 60 foot long snake that could kill with a glance, let loose in a school full of children, including his own son, and yet he walked out of Hogwarts a free man. Albus Dumbledore was supposedly the greatest wizard alive and had an enormous amount of power as the head of the magical version of British parliament as well the magical version of the UN. But he let a man whose actions had terrorized and nearly killed students under Dumbledore's supposed protection go with a mere twinkle in his eye and a warning to behave himself. Was it any wonder the Death Eaters had caused so much destruction if the great hero fought terrorists with little more than stern words? Of course, this was also the second year in a row that a boy who grew up in a cupboard had to save the school from the most evil Dark Lord in history. What made this pitiful fact even worse was that he had been shunned by almost the entire school because he could speak to snakes, which obviously made him a Dark Lord in training. They turned on their hero in the blink of an eye because they were all completely mad. These thoughts made it a bit clearer why he had been abandoned to a life of slavery and abuse after saving them all as a baby- why would these crazy people bother caring about the fate of their savior? Want to see where Harry and Pansy’s story goes next? Join me on my Website or Patreon for early access to chapters and more: perseusblackfyre-shop.fourthwall.com and patreon.com/PerseusBlackfyre respectively. Your support helps me keep the adventure going!

"Marlene McKinnon, she was killed two weeks after this was taken, they got her whole family." - Alastor Moody "I won't let them..." - Harry Potter "No one ever lived after he decided ter kill 'em, an' he'd killed some o' the best witches an' wizards of the age — the McKinnons, the Bones, the Prewetts" - Rubeus Hagrid "I will stop him..." - Harry Potter You can support me at my Website or Patreon at patreon.com/PerseusBlackfyre and perseusblackfyre-shop.fourthwall.com respectively, where you can early access to chapters and some exclusive content.

On November 1st, 2001, the magical community rejoices over the defeat of Voldemort, crediting the miraculous event to the infant Harry Potter. However, Albus Dumbledore, wary of Voldemort's true fate and understanding the protective magic invoked by Lily Potter, ensures Harry's safety through a powerful blood ward anchored at the home of his aunt, Petunia Dursley. Ignoring the family's inevitable resentment, Dumbledore leaves Harry with the Dursleys, confident they will protect him. The Dursleys, deeply uncomfortable with Harry's magical nature, treat him with increasing cruelty as his accidental magic manifests. This culminates in a violent outburst when Harry is six, leading Vernon Dursley to abandon him at a London orphanage. At the orphanage, Harry faces further abuse and learns to suppress his magical outbursts. A year later, Harry is adopted by the wealthy Shaws, who view him as a status symbol rather than a son. Despite their indifference, Harry's life improves as he receives proper food, education, and the freedom to practice his magic in secret. Years later, Hogwarts sends Harry's acceptance letter to his new address, puzzling Dumbledore. McGonagall visits the Shaws to explain Harry's heritage and secure his attendance at Hogwarts, despite their initial reluctance. She ensures Harry is prepared for his magical education while uncovering the true hardships he faced with the Dursleys, leaving Dumbledore to ponder the consequences of his decisions. You can support me at my Website or Patreon at patreon.com/PerseusBlackfyre and perseusblackfyre-shop.fourthwall.com respectively, where you can early access to chapters and some exclusive content.

All he needed to plan was how to stop Riddle without being in her eyesight as it's proven to be a very dangerous position. That must be why he was sent here after being killed in that dream that may not be a dream! Stop Riddle. Avoid being seen or interacted with by Riddle. Save the lives of thousands. That was his purpose and he would see it through as best he could. "Master Peverell sir, your food bes ready!" Well, his plan could wait until after Breakfast. Curious to see how this all plays out? You can catch advanced chapters of Echoes of Time—where Harry and a female Tom Riddle navigate the twists of time—over on my Website at https://percivallannister-shop.fourthwall.com or Patreon at patreon.com/PercivalLannister.

And with a sudden jolt, all of it was whisked away from him; the knowledge of what he had learned, remained, the images and memories remained, at least somewhat, but there was nothing new that was coming in. A mighty shudder passed through his being, and Harry James Potter finally truly awoke. If you enjoyed this crossover and want to read more, please consider supporting me on Patreon for advanced chapters! Your support means the world and helps me continue creating. Visit: my website https://percivallannister-shop.fourthwall.com or patreon.com/PercivalLannister. Thank you!

It bowed down to him, eyes of death meeting eyes of Avada Kedavra-green. " Bow to death, Harry ! " The voice was oddly warm, like a summer wind in autumn, tingling through the air like the unearthly voice of a High Elf. "It will be painless. I know, I have been there. Bow to death and move on!" A gentle hand cupped his head; the other hand moved to draw runes on his forehead and his scar. "Sleep well, precious child. May you never live again." And suddenly there was light all around him. His hands, still bleeding, scraped at the asphalt beneath him, lighting up with symbols he had never seen before. His chest ached as it began to glow through his shirt. His eyes hurt as his face started glowing from within, as if from underneath his skin. And then the Phoenix-Patronus returned. It stopped a few inches from his chest, a thrilling voice singing a song filled with death and resurrection. A phoenix-song. He tried to move, he tried to flee, but the hands had a tight grip on him and his limbs were limp. Even if he had tried, he could not move a muscle… Then the fingers on his forehead stopped moving and the hands vanished. He'd have sighed in relief if that hadn't been the moment the Phoenix-Patronus chose to act. Before he could react, the phoenix crossed the last inches to his chest and entered. Fire. A burning sensation filled his senses. Where his skin had glowed a moment before it suddenly was literally on fire. He cried with pain. His body was turning to ash. He could feel it. It felt like he was being sucked through the eye of a needle and then he was gone. He lost consciousness. If you enjoyed this Fanfic and want to read more, please consider supporting me on Patreon for advanced chapters! Your support means the world and helps me continue creating. Visit: my website https://percivallannister-shop.fourthwall.com or patreon.com/PercivalLannister. Thank you!

Arthur unexpectedly transmigrates into the Harry Potter world, gaining the Game Life System, which allows him to enter game worlds and, by completing achievements, gain chances to manifest items from those games into reality. As a passionate gamer, he should have been thrilled—until he realizes the games he’s pulled into are all the mind-breaking kind, like Elden Ring. Fortunately, as a member of the Feng Ling Yue Ying sect, he enjoys the protection of his sect and always finds ways to lower the difficulty of even the hardest games. And so, in the Harry Potter world, Arthur begins a carefree life of attending school, playing games, and raising a certain little witch. Years later, when he looks at Hermione—now the Minister of Magic, who has defeated both the Dark Lord and his enemies—Arthur can’t help but sigh. In the end, raising-sim games really are the most fun.

Everyone knows the story: Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. Dumbledore, the wise protector. The Weasleys, loyal Gryffindors to the core. Everyone is wrong. When Vaughn Weasley is Sorted into Slytherin, the script of Hogwarts cracks. Rumors explodes: Dumbledore has a hidden agent in the snake pit, a Weasley is recruiting werewolves, and someone is stirring “revolution” in the dark. The Ministry claims Dumbledore is reaching for absolute power. Voldemort snarls that he’s being made into a joke. Grindelwald returns with a proposal sealed in blood. Caught at the center, Vaughn only wanted to grow stronger and make a name for himself. Instead, every step he takes pushes Hogwarts closer to open war. In a school ruled by secrets, he has to face one question: Is he just Dumbledore’s hidden piece— or the flaw in fate that will bring the whole reign crashing down? Read chapters. You're definitely going to love this fic.

For more chapters patreon.com/Liamlivingstone At just seven years old, Dina Avery was imprisoned in Azkaban, becoming Sirius Black’s fellow inmate. On his first day behind bars, he discovered that "Merlin’s XX" wasn’t just an expletive—it was a real summoning ability. He could actually call upon Merlin’s powers, including but not limited to: - Merlin’s Beard - Merlin’s Stockings - Merlin’s Magic - Merlin’s Bloodline - Merlin’s Treasure From that day on, Dina relentlessly “borrowed” from Merlin’s legacy. Four years later, Dina made history as the first young wizard to receive a Hogwarts acceptance letter while in Azkaban. After being picked up by Snape, he found that his home was gone. But it didn’t matter. He was Merlin’s heir. The scum responsible for his family’s destruction would soon face justice— at the hands of the new Merlin, just like in The Count of Monte Cristo.

Maurice, reborn, wanted a peaceful life, but a letter from Hogwarts disrupted his plans. Along with it appeared a book detailing various forms of necromancy. Becoming a necromancer? Perhaps that wasn't so bad. Bones as servants, ghosts as companions, the whispers of the dead murmuring in his ear. "I'm just an ordinary wizard who loves research," Maurice said with a gentle smile to his trembling classmates. Until one day, he suddenly woke up in front of the mirror—wait, could he be a psychopath who deals with corpses all day?

Synopsis When Voldemort dies, a mysterious voice offers him a second chance. He accepts without hesitation. But rebirth comes with a twist. Instead of returning as the feared Dark Lord, Tom Riddle awakens in 1991 as Tamara Riddle — a girl bound to an infuriating Virtue System that rewards kindness and punishes malice with electric shocks. Murderous intent? Shocked. Cruelty? Penalized. Dark rituals? Absolutely forbidden. To grow stronger, she must accumulate virtue points — by helping others. Forced to smile sweetly while plotting world domination, Tamara quickly discovers that being good is far more complicated than being evil. Worse, people genuinely like her. Teachers praise her. Classmates trust her. Even Harry Potter defends her. And the more she plays the part of a kind, brilliant witch… the more natural it becomes. By the time her true identity surfaces, no one believes it. “How could Tamara possibly be related to the Dark Lord?” Harry snaps. Tamara only sighs. “Sorry, Harry,” she says softly. “He’s already the Dark Lord.” Only this time… the world may not need one.

Author Synopsis:Woke up in a child's body after being hit by a truck? Thank goodness I'm alive! Find yourself in an unfamiliar world, surrounded by communicators, the Holonet, and other benefits of civilization, while everyone around you uses smoky cars powered by burning hydrocarbons? It could be worse. At least you don't have to chase a mammoth with a spear. Did the universe dish out classic transmigrator goodies? Give me a hundred! What, not? Just a couple, but they were hefty grand pianos... That'll do for now. TL synopsis: Previous life-Futuristic AU This life- Richie rich in Harry potter world Evil Dumbledore,MC introduces new mageTech at around middle of story, MC is a good guy with a big ego, no harem 1 love interest Family has Damm near Infinite money, but he tries to make his own wealth

Magic blooms in the souls of a select few, and I am one of them. The ten marks on my fingers carry ten memories—the memories of a wizard from the Toril Universe. These memories guide Solomon, step by step, toward becoming a grand sorcerer in the Marvel Universe. "How could you be so foolish as to think a sorcerer could ever be some kind of superhero?" A crossover of Marvel movies, comics, TV shows, and games. [Raw: 漫威魔法事件簿]

Wesker. Stark. What kind of damn world is this? Catching up with the trend of time travel, Daniel couldn't help but shout out loud. [Raw: 美漫之手术果实]

What happens when you’re reborn into one of the most infamous families in the wizarding world? For the new Draco Malfoy, the plan isn't power or pure-blood supremacy—it’s peace. He has no interest in dark lords or ancient wars. Instead, he’s determined to leave the chaos behind, enjoy the luxuries of his new life, and win the heart of the one witch he was never supposed to love