did someone say time travel
any fandom fics that include time travel and are actually readable without cringing
With nothing left to lose, Harry sends himself as far back into the past as his death will allow him. Tom Riddle is easy enough to take care of, but there are more threats than just the teenage Dark Lord.
Some shit goes siriously wrong and Harry along with his merry bleeding-to-death tag-along Malfoy arrive in the year 1943 screaming and hating each other - as well as almost all those around them complicating the mess they're in. One of those is the man ready to murder Harry and his family in the future: Tom Riddle. Still innocent (as much as he ever was) and readily on his way to darkness.
Shit happens and things go terribly wrong.
Figures when you're Harry Potter..
After Dumbledore dies and Harry finds out that the locket is fake, he hides himself away in the library, searching day and night for any answers to who the mysterious 'R.A.B' is. Harry stumbles across a book called 'Affairs of the Heart', a book that concerns soul magic. Surely that shouldn't just be lying around? But Harry's curiosity is piqued, and one thing led to another and now he's waking up on the Hogwarts grounds, looking up at the headmaster he watched die mere days before.
Marked Mature for language, manipulative undertones, and chapters later on that will have either violence or mild sexual content.
**Currently on hiatus**
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.”
29 Jul 2019
Harry is the Greatest Dark Lord, sentenced to the Veil. What if all of this was a cunning plan? Here's now Harry in 1926 when Grindelwal escape from his prison. What'll happen?
"A second chance,“ Death said.
Harry stopped in front of a bench and turned to look at the being. "A second chance at what?"
Harry laughed bitterly. "Because that has worked out so great the first time?"
Death tilted its head. "You've changed," it stated.
"Life does that to you," Harry said and his mind felt clearer than ever, "Or should I say the last seven years. I never really left this place, have I? I lived a life feeling not quite dead and not alive either," he spat.
"I know how you feel," Death said after a moment, grinning.
"Oh, do you," Harry retorted and pierced Death with a look.
The being's smirk widened as it leaned closer.
Years after the war, Harry Potter lives an apathetic life. When Death offers him a second chance he takes it.
Accompanied by the being, Harry travels back to the summer before Sirius dies. Inside his younger body and the memories of an older self, Harry realizes that being connected to Death may have twisted his morals a little more than expected.
Seeking to make up for the boredom of past years, Harry isn't above carving his own space between two sides to even out the playing field.
- Part 1 of The Master of Death
Bookmarked by LizisiPancardo2901
18 Sep 2020
Harry x Muerte y TimeTravel!