Slytherin loner Harry Potter had lived under the shadow of the Boy Who Lived, Neville Longbottom, ever since he re-joined the Wizarding World in September 1991. Forgotten by the world, dismissed by his peers, and left to fend for his own, Harry has had enough and is determined to take his place among the greats. WBWL AU starting fifth year, pairing undecided.

A whole new world of imagination, AU, WBWL, Brilliant, Elemental, Eidetic Memory, Enhanced Harry Potter who is VERY cold to everyone. Dumbles and selected Weasley Bashing, neutral/bashed Snape. A thriller fic that includes a wide range of emotions. Why is Dumbles silent? Why is Harry so cold to everyone? What actually happened that Night? Are the Potter parents Alive or dead? Read!

"You're…" A lick of lips; something sharper than hope on my tongue; another attempt. "You fancy me?" [Jilytober 2021]

Luna had always been kind and sweet. Understanding to those who were cruel and always saw the world so sunny. That was until the night her father went missing. Luna would find him even if she had to burn down the world.

What would happen if a particularly bored god took it upon themself to meddle where they dont belong? No planned ships.

Knowing his dairy horcrux destroyed, Lord Voldemort became worried about the heirs of Slytherin. So he made a blood regeneration curse so the next fatherless child who call him by his name without knowing its meaning to get him as their missing farther. With the resurrection stone turned in the hand of the cursed child, the dark lord arise once more, more terrible than ever before.

Winky visits Dobby's gravesite.

What if James and Lily had twins? what if they tried harder to stay alive?..were on their nerves always. what if the whole family survived? survived but not whole... welcome to a different harry potter universe. all rights of original plot are of JK Rowling

The life of Harry Potter, told in stories to his children and loved ones. Pretty much AU. No horcruxes, French!Harry, not-quite-oneshots but we'll call it free range narrative, the Dursley's were moved to France to get Harry Potter out from under Dumbledores control, not realizing that the French government had no intention of giving him back, he goes to Beauxbatons and has a life.

Harry James Potter is just like his namesake- a mischief. Based on a Tumblr prompt. Eventual Harmony.

Las aspiraciones de Scorpius y Albus van más allá de lo establecido por la antigua sociedad; definitivamente contraer matrimonio y engendrar hijos no es su prioridad. Sin embargo, un comentario por parte de Scorpius provoca que lo que han tratado de evitar por tanto tiempo termine por ser parte de sus vidas.

Hermione and Draco were good friends (in secret), before the war. Then he disappeared and she was shattered. Five years later and he returns, but things are not what he expected them to be.

Por un pequeño accidente, terminan en una época un poco antes de su tiempo actual. ¿Qué harán 4 chicos en compañía de un bebé de cabello de colores? ¡NO AL PLAGIO!

What if relationships aren't always two-way? And why do forbidden things taste so good? What if the situation is even more complicated? What if evil is still there? Welcome to postwar year. Eighth grade. [HP/DM/HG] [Rated M] Warning: Chapter 1 is a well-assumed lemon (PWP) and the story begins afterward (chapter 2). Rom/Drama

“Daddy. He’s coming. I’m scared!” He looked down at the small, sleeping child. This wasn’t accidental magic. “Emma...it’s okay little one. I’m right here. Open your eyes.” “I don’t want you to forget me Daddy.” Sadness immediately washed over Severus. How did she know? “But I know you’ll always love me…” AU M for some language and darker themes

Two years have passed and darker times threaten to encroach as the war rages on around the Order. A storm is on the horizon as Voldemort's forces continue to grow stronger and Harry hunts for the remaining Horcruxes. Hermione's keeping secrets from her closest friends and she trusts no one while Remus' very soul crumbles. They are all searching for a way to rise from the ashes.

Rigel Malfoy was supposed to be a boy. This – the day of her birth – is the first time she disappoints her father, but certainly not the last. In fact, she tends to make something of a habit out of breaking the rules after the sting of disapproval wears off over the years. But getting sorted into Gryffindor? Well... even she wasn't prepared for that. [Eventual Harry/OC. Book 1 rn.]

The story takes Place where the betrothal left off

A secret that had been buried deep in the past has resurfaced causing heartache in the Potter and Weasley-Granger households. With the children home for the summer, the families must come to grips with lies and betrayal to keep from crumbling.

After a supernova of magic causes Hermione Granger to be pulled 20 years into the past, she’s left to deal with the aftermath of the events at Malfoy Manor and a new bite mark that graces her forearm. Stuck in the year 1976 alone, she’s determined to find a way back to 1998. Until she meets a certain black-haired wolf that is.

Hermione Granger's world fell apart after the Battle of Hogwarts. She lost all her friends, she can't find her parents, and now she was left with a child. Then she meets someone that changes her whole world around. Wait wasn't he supposed to be dead?

Cedric has spent the years since the war traveling the world, never really able to call a place home. Until one day he happens upon someone he barely knew in the place he least expected.

Hermione's eyes traced the emerald green ink and felt something stirring in her chest. As anyone may have predicted, Hermione Granger was going back to Hogwarts. *** She eyed Malfoy's note from last night: 'Why do you clutch at your arm every time you see me' Words jumbled around in her mind until slowly, deliberately, she wrote: 'My scars haven't faded yet.'

¿La ayuda de los que fueron nuestros enemigos, puede ser real o el placebo que busca nuestro herido corazón? Algo AU, OOC, Yaoi, posible Mpreg y las advertencias que contienen mis historias. Sir/Sev, Luc/Rem y posible Harco.

El amor no siempre inicia con un beso, la muerte tampoco. Mi contribución a la celebración de Día de Muertos.