Possession. Never Alone, Unfortunately. Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and I'm not making any money off of this.
It's just for fun. This is the disclaimer for the entire story. AN: This is a sequel for my story Life in Reverse. I tried my very best to make it understandable without having to read that. If you read this chapter and like it but are a little confused, you can find the previous story in my profile. To anyone who read the previous story and came back to read more, thank you! Amortentia Dec. 31st, 1934 There's no such thing as a Love Potion. Harry was sure that if everyone dropped the euphemism and started calling them Rape Draughts he wouldn't be spending New Years trying to catch whatever bastard was selling Amortentia like it was Hiccoughing Solution.
Trying to control his impatience, Harry laced his fingers together and put his elbows on the plain, wooden table of the interrogation room and tried unsuccessfully to meet Oswald Maher's shifty gaze. His Last Horcrux. A/N: A product of my time in the gym.
It started with an idea and grew to be a monster. XD It's TMR/HP in the end (it's like in the second arc ^^;). His Last Horcrux "You're sure, Severus? " Voldemort stood, staring out of the window of the small dark room. "I am as sure as I can be," Severus told him. Voldemort turned to look at the young man.
He waited until the door closed before sitting down, his head resting on one hand and a quill in the other as he thought. He must have sat there for an hour, maybe slightly more, before he got up. "Bella, your arm," Voldemort said as he entered the room. Within minutes Death Eaters had begun to arrive and during that time Voldemort had lit the candles and conjured up a few more chairs. "My friends, I require some assistance with my next plan," Voldemort announced. "Would you like them brought here, my Lord? " "No, just find them. "Is that all? " Voldemort paused before answering. "My Lord, I beg you, please do not kill Potter!
" Somewhere In Between. Author's Note:Harry is in Seventh year.
This is compliant to a lot of things, and noncompliant to others. The Gift of a Second Chance. Author: Silverhair Theory Rating: M Disclaimer: I nothing.
JKRowling owns everything. If you prosecute me all you're likely to get is my sweet stash and my teddy bear, so I wouldn't advise it. Harry Potter and the Descent into Darkness. AN: I'm going through the story with a beta finally.
I'm sure people will be thrilled that I'm finally having an extra set of eyes go over things to catch all the little typos and spelling goofs I made. This story is 615 pages long, 32 chapters. Harry Potter and the Breeding Darkness(sequel) Equinox. Burning Lies. Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, any of its plots or characters.
Warnings: This will be Tom (Lord Voldemort)/Harry and Tom will be OOC, as will Harry and most of the other characters, so no hating Summary: Set in the graveyard when Cedric is killed, Tom tells harry some things that he never thought he would hear; the prophecy that Dumbledore used to manipulate everyone was fake and he had kept the real one hidden "The one with the power to change history approaches, born as the seventh month dies, born to those who reside with Godric. Born with a power the world hasn't seen. " Harry learns that he had a power that threatens even Tom's and Dumbledore's. Knowing that he and Tom share a bond and that the Dark Lord trusted him with the real prophecy Harry moves in with Tom. Burning Lies: The Beginning "Kill the spare.
" "No," the word was weak even to his own eyes as he watched Wormtail advance towards the now prone Hufflepuff, scared and falling apart Harry could only watch. The Black Heir. Disclaimer: This story is based on characters created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc.
No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Chapter 1 – Finding a father & plans for the new life Harry Potter was lying on his small cot, in the cupboard down the stairs of Privet Drive number 4. He was trembling in between sobs, and could feel the pain on his back where his uncle had beaten him repeatedly with his belt. He was only ten years old and was already asking himself how much more he could endure. He was used to receive beatings frequently, whenever his uncle felt the need to relieve his stress, but what almost had happened today had left him very afraid of what was to come. When his Aunt Petunia and Dudley had been away shopping, his uncle had beaten him when he was too slow to bring him the bottle of beer the man had requested.