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"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.

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/DarkLoreWriter

Some souls are forged, not born. His was hammered into shape by the weight of responsibility that stole his childhood, turning it into a battlefield he had to survive, not a garden he could play in. Emotions became a liability, locked away behind a mask of jaded clarity, leaving him a ghost in his own skin: isolated, observant, and bone-weary. And when that life came to an unexpected end, he finds himself with a second chance. And the one rule he lived by – to survive quietly – is the first one he's going to break. He is going to live his new life to the fullest, with no regrets. The Wizarding World is expecting a bookworm. They are not prepared for the strategist who won't let anyone get in her way. --- This is Harry Potter fanfic with Hermione as the lead. There won't be any romance, at least no plan for it so far, bcz I am not sure how to handle it, given the unique nature of the plot. I am thinking of a cross-over, but not sure in the same book, or as different one after it ends. Let me know how you like it! Leave some reviews, comments, and Power Stones **Concept artist: thank you, but no thank you

At the first task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament Harry sees his chance to strike down his enemies - and takes it

Alexander Drake, anime fan and cripple confined to a hospital with a terminal illness takes his last breath. Moments later he is reborn in the world of Harry potter through a mysterious force alongside the Multiversal merchant system. Using the system Alex will change the fate of not only his new world but many others as he strikes grand or unusual deals across the multiverse through his system.

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!

On his sixteenth birthday, Adam Varen got the Bazaar. A system that sells abilities, drops you into random worlds, and doesn't care if you come back. Everyone gets the same deal. But Adam has something nobody else does: he remembers his past life. Every anime. Every movie. Every world the Bazaar is about to throw him into. He knows how they end. He knows who dies and why. He knows exactly which powers to buy and which worlds to fear. The knowledge is an edge. It is not a guarantee. Because the worlds aren't stories anymore. They hit back. The people in them are real, and the plot doesn't wait for him to be ready. One wrong call and the Bazaar doesn't send a rescue team. It just stops paying out. Twenty-five years ago, something came through from the other side. It killed three hundred thousand people in a week. Humanity built academies, trained Explorers, and started fighting back. Adam is one of them — but he's playing a longer game than anyone knows. That part costs blood. Updates daily. No harem. Smart MC who bleeds. [Tags: Reincarnation, Multiverse, System, Progression Fantasy, Fanfiction, Solo Leveling-adjacent, No Harem, Smart MC, Dark]

At the end of 3rd year, Hermione asks Harry for some help with starting an interesting project. If a dark lord's got a 50-year head start on you, maybe what you need is a little more time to even the playing field

Sirius Black decides not to run away as many expected. Instead, he chooses to stay in England, driven by a deep sense of responsibility and love for his godson

Vid: My time at Hogwarts is only seven years, and excluding holidays, that's only 266 weeks! Even if I could thoroughly read one book a week, 266 weeks is only 266 books! How many Magic Books are there in the Hogwarts library? Thousands upon thousands! Time waits for no one, so how can I not seize the time to study?! I will not allow anyone to disrupt my study environment—not even the Dark Lord!

Ian thought he was just a little wizard with a tiny bit of talent [cheat], and that hard work would make him stronger. However, as the story progresses, he gradually begins to discover that the teachers who have been teaching him magic are either once-famous strong individuals or characters mentioned in various legendary stories. "Standing before you is the noble apostle of the Misty Illusion Realm, the joint spokesperson of the Old Dead, and the designated successor by the founders of Hogwarts!" "What? That noseless freak wants to cause trouble? He must not have heard of my original magic spell that’s even recorded on the Chocolate Frog's famous collector's cards!" "Dumbledore Summoning Spell!" "Dumbledore Berserk Spell!"

Wrong world. Right power. A wand in hand, a universe in mind. A first-year at Hogwarts wakes a Mythic Primordial System that speaks in principles older than magic. Spells still work—just not like the textbooks say. The System unlocks Sevenfold Insight, hardens skin to ironbound flesh, and sets quests that pay out for clever choices: earn a beast’s trust, outwit goblins at the bank, turn a duel into an alliance. While professors grade charms and hexes, he builds a hidden Sanctum and learns to weave fate-threads through choice, promise, and name. Each step bends school rules—potions become elixirs, brooms become windcraft, shields become bodies that do not break. Dark wizards scheme in shadow. The System is already there, several moves ahead. Magic meets myth—and the syllabus will never survive it.

Dudley Dursley was always just a background character in Harry Potter’s story. The spoiled cousin, a boy destined to be forgotten. I didn’t think much of that character either. Until the day I woke up in his body, carrying memories that didn’t belong to this world and a system capable of redefining my limits. Destiny no longer felt absolute. And accepting the role of a mere observer, while the future of the world rested in the hands of a child, simply wasn’t necessary. Some people believe Harry’s path is already set. They’re about to be surprised by the impact I can have. Magic, ambition, and a system have shaped who I am in this new life. This is the story of my rise as Dudley Dursley.

[A Harry Potter Fanfic] In this Harry Potter fanfic, a young man is reborn into the wizarding world. After graduating from Hogwarts, he adopts a hidden persona to explore the underground world of British wizarding society while supporting the orphanage where he grew up through commissions. However he returns to Hogwarts accepting a commission with uncertain motives. ********************************************** *The Wizarding World and all its wonderful witches & wizards belong to J.K. Rowling, Author of Harry Potter Series.* ********************************************** I don't own the picture in the novel cover, if there's some problems contact me in reviews section, I will take it down. ********************************************** I will post some Extra Chapters in patreon, you can check it out. >> patreon.com/FicFrenzy

At 32 years old, Harry Potter, Order of Merlin – First Class, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement (DMLE), walked through the Veil while awaiting his death. Because he was tired of this life. But Fate or maybe Death had different plans. Beyond the Veil, he arrived in a world unknown to him. Woke up with a 7-year-old boy’s body in a Kingdom called “North”. With the symbol of Deathly Hallows on the back of his right hand. As the son of a House Lord. A new life, a new beginning, and a second chance to live the life he wants. --------------- If you want to access early chapters, maps, character pictures, and read ahead of time, you can visit my p@treon page and become a member or patron. You can find my page at: www.patreon.com/c/vanguard_v 7 chapters weekly and 7 bonus chapters for every weeks if we reach the quota for Power Stones. So don’t forget to send Power Stones, please. The cover belongs to me. P.S. The story was originally an old, dropped fanfic. I am rewriting, editing, and making some changes and additions. There will be more magic and kingdom-building materials. I will also continue to write after the dropped part and complete the story. If you want to read original dropped version of this story, its name is 'HP transmigrated into Domeric Bolton' by Fortunate_Soul.

> **"Misunderstanding magic? Impossible. I'm just a humble supermarket cashier."** > Henry Anthony wiped his hands on his apron, looking at the Ministry official with innocent eyes. > "Sir, we detected Grade-5 Necromancy energy," the official insisted. > Henry paused for a second. **"Oh. Are you referring to my skeletal pet? Or the fact that I crawled out of my own grave last Tuesday?"** > The next day, Henry didn't get arrested. Instead, he got a job offer. > **Albus Dumbledore:** "Mr. Anthony, Hogwarts is in need of a unique talent like you." > **Henry:** "To teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?" > **Albus Dumbledore:** "No. Muggle Studies." > Thus, Hogwarts welcomed its weirdest professor in history. > He doesn't care about blood purity. He doesn't care about House points. > He just wants a quiet life and his monthly paycheck. > But when a certain Dark Lord tries to resurrect himself and disturb Henry's peace... > Henry sighs and picks up his shovel. > **"Look, buddy. Coming back from the dead is MY specialty. Get back in the ground."** > **What to expect:** > **Undead MC:** A Necromancer who acts like a chill salaryman. > **Professor POV:** Teaching young wizards about "Supermarket Economics" and "How to use a Toaster". > **AU Canon:** The Golden Trio Era, but chaotic. > **No Harem / Slice of Life / Comedy / OP Protagonist**

"The Professor Who Brought Eastern Flair to Hogwarts" "Dumbledore? Didn't he already graduate? Why is he back at school again?" "Oh, Severus, don't be so tense. He's the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!" "Bloody hell, if I catch him eating hotpot out of a cauldron in the castle one more time, I'm challenging him to a duel." ······ "You are the worst class I've ever taught!" "But Professor, isn't this your first time teaching?" ······ "Miss Granger, as class monitor, you'll lead morning study sessions by the Black Lake every day." "Mr. Potter, as sports captain, after morning studies, you'll lead everyone in a lap around the Black Lake!" ······ "O.W.L. Exams: 100 Days Countdown" "Burn the boats—let's ace every single O.W.L.!" Meet Douglas Holmes, a Hufflepuff with an Eastern soul. Three years after graduation, he returns to Hogwarts as a professor, bringing a completely different kind of magic to the ancient castle. With his unconventional teaching methods—from hotpot dinners to military-style morning routines—this young professor is about to turn Hogwarts education upside down. Will his Eastern approach to magic education clash with traditional wizarding ways? Can he survive Snape's disapproval and Dumbledore's curious glances? And most importantly, can he actually help his students achieve those perfect O.W.L. scores? A hilarious and heartwarming tale of cultural fusion, unconventional teaching, and the magic that happens when East meets West at the world's most famous school of witchcraft and wizardry. Tags: Comedy, Slice of Life, Teacher-Student Dynamics, Cultural Fusion, Hogwarts AU

He died a 32 year old man on a Tuesday. He woke up as Ron Weasley. Not a child pretending to be Ron — a grown man, fully aware, with all the memories of a life already lived and the complete knowledge of a war that hasn't happened yet. He knows how it ends. He knows what it costs. And he has decided, quietly and with considerable patience, that it is going to cost significantly less this time.He's can't fully stop it — he's not Dumbledore — but he can make it hurt less. The plan: Destroy the Horcruxes, Keep Sirius alive. Harry gets a better life than the books gave him but most importantly make sure to bring everyone home in the end. What he didn't plan for: genuinely loving this family. A father who finds Muggle engineering genuinely miraculous. A mother who notices everything and says exactly as much as she means to. A sister who says true things directly and takes his cooking personally. Traveling with his siblings. Cooking lessons in the Hogwarts kitchens. Languages acquired overnight and a camera that catches the moments nobody else thinks to photograph. Friends who turn out to be more interesting than the story gave them credit for — Harry, who is braver and quieter and funnier than anyone gives him credit for. Hermione, who argues with him as an equal, which is her highest form of respect. Neville, who is right about things more often than he knows. Luna, who says the true thing in the voice of someone who has decided the truth doesn't need defending. Becoming someone worth being. And falling, slowly and completely, for a girl who has been watching him the whole time. Slice of life. Canon-aware. The war is coming. That's not the main story. Reincarnation SI. Slow burn romance. Found family. First fanfiction —Use of AI due to English being not my first language. Thank you for reading.

“I’ve gone through a lot of hardships to sit in the bright classrooms of Hogwarts.” Anton’s eyes were blurred, as if he recalled something bad. “So, Professor Snape, how could I go to Forbidden Forest to kill spiders in the middle of the night? This is a groundless accusation!” Anton grabbed the collar of his wizard robe tightly to avoid revealing the blood-stained shirt inside, and said loudly, “I’m innocent!". ================= This is an edited and translated mtl work with 1000+ chapters. This fanfic will be updated daily at anytime. (Credits to the original author of this Chinese novel)

He used to be Alex—a wizard who fought against Voldemort, trained in close combat, wandless magic, and every survival trick the magical world had to offer. But before all that? He was just a regular guy who loved reading about heroes and sorcerers. Funny how life turned out, huh? Now, he’s Sebastian. A teenager in a whole new world—one where magic is a myth, but superheroes? They’re real. Welcome to the Marvel Universe. And no, he didn’t ask for this second chance at life. With no wand, barely any magic left, and stuck in the body of a high school student, Sebastian is starting from scratch. Again. But this time, he’s not alone. He’s got a real mom who actually cares, a normal life (well, kind of), and a city that’s just a few years away from being turned upside down by gods, suits of armor, and gamma monsters. This is a slow-burn reincarnation crossover where a former wizard wakes up in the Marvel Universe and decides to write his own legend. patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Daoist_Kalyug paypal : https://www.paypal.me/DaoistKalyug