A new body. A new prophecy. And worst of all: a new war with an old enemy. As the Dark Lord, the Order, and the ministry form an unlikely alliance to protect Britain, Harry wonders at the difference between Voldemort and Tom Riddle, and why it is that the latter seems infinitely more dangerous than the former. (Body switch fic, fifth year, power dynamics, m/m)

COMPLETE LV/HP: Raised in a Muggle orphanage, Harry arrives at Hogwarts a bitter boy. Unusually intelligent, he's recruited by the Unspeakables and the Death Eaters at a young age. As he grows older, he constantly has to struggle to keep his footing around a manipulative and bored Dark Lord, who fancies mind games and intellectual entertainment.

Enemies are cheap; allies are cheaper. (Mature themes, nothing graphic, various America-pairings.)

Harry was trapped in a magical painting with no way out. His only company was the suspicious and curious stares of Tom Riddle. As Fate delivered this impossible crossing, an improbable and dangerous bond is made. Unconventional Time-Travel.

There was one sentence that rang in Ivan's mind as he watched the superpower across the table. "I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds." Dark!America, Ivan's point of view, warnings inside. RusAme. Rated M to be safe.

They were the only three left, and they were the ones who carved the world up between themselves. What they were, is not what they are. And they know that, and relish in that. All they care about is one, simple, shared ideal. Power. (Warnings for war, dystopian universe, dark America/Russia/China). Re-formatted due to a mess up with the code.

He wants and he wants.