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Antonin Dolohov finds out where Harry Potter lives, what comes of the unexpected meeting between the two...well, that will remain to be seen...but looking back, one would comment "His little act of what Dumbledore would write off as ‘rebellion’ was about to have long lasting repercussions on the magical world." SLASH Antonin Dolohov/Harry Potter
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Harry Potter finds himself hurtled back through time, landing back to just after World War 2 ended, more accurately, on the doorstep of Grimmauld Place...SLASH, MPREG Orion Black/Harry Potter Death meddles in the Master Of Death's fate once again...he must be awfully bored!
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“I love you, Daddy,” Harry whispered. “Don’t ever let me go.”
Sirius kissed him tenderly. “Never, my darling. I own you.”
(Sirius uses Harry over and over; and he will let others use him, too.)
Then Snape enters the picture.
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After the war ended Harry Potter lived in a nightmare. The society couldn't agree what to do with him, which drew the Chosen One into a corner. On top of that he had a falling out with Ron and Hermione. With one last ally, he finds out that James Potter was never his father and his actual one signed a deal that bethroves him to his two school rivals, that he would have to marry on his eighteenth bithday or lose his magic. He fleeds England horrified and confused, only to find an unexpected home along with... a mother which convinces him, that he can still fix it all.
But only, if he trully wants to.~~~~~~
Basically Harry Potter time travel fix-it with a parent figure he deserves. I explored a lot of the wizarding world and I'm pretty proud about it. -
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When a Voldemort in his thirties encounters a time-travelling, seventeen-year-old Harry Potter, he makes a dangerous—and hilarious—assumption. He assumes that Harry is his son. And his son, of course, deserves the very best.
A confused Harry plays along for the sake of self-preservation, but living with his “father” is proving to be intolerable in more ways than one.
“You are mine,” Voldemort said gently, and smiled when Harry flinched. So the boy did know Voldemort, after all. He knew Voldemort was to be feared. “I will look after you, my own.”
“I don’t belong to you,” Harry spat, despite his fear. Oh, what a delight he was! He was no cowering, simpering sycophant, like Voldemort’s other followers; no, this child had a spine of steel. Not many could stand before Voldemort without quailing.
“You are my son,” Voldemort declared. “Of course you belong to me. Your every cell, your every fibre, your every heartbeat. You are mine in flesh and blood and soul. You are mine in magic. And you will not deny me.”
Now with Chinese, Korean, Russian and Portugese translations, and featuring art by Mona and Hypnodisc!
Series
- Part 4 of Tomarrymort Stories
- Part 3 of Daddymort