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Horologium Hephaestus Henry Black. A rotund and ridiculous name for the timid and small boy, the youngest of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black. Horologium, or Harry as he preferred did not like his name, or, truthfully his family. His name had no mythos associated with it, a forgettable constellation, truly, lacking any character or symbolism besides a clock or pendulum. He scoured the library looking for anything remotely interesting about his name, and besides being named after a relative and a constellation, his name held no meaning. Making him the unliked and unmemorable member of his ancient and noble family.
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Harry is thrown back in time and born into the Black family as Orion and Walburga's third son. He has an unexpected encounter with a certain Dark Lord that changes his life forever. This is my new fic, and I will be updating it pretty regularly, so stick around and read it :D Thanks!
I've had a lot of requests for translations! If you are interested in translating, go ahead, just share the link and stay true to my writing style lol.
Indonesian translation:
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Just tom having existential crisis over harry's existence
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(aka 'how to survive endless rebirth with your so-called soulmate')
Harry and Tom’s souls are tied together. Which is why they’re in this endless loop of rebirth.
At some point, they stopped caring and just started fucking with people.
(cracky humor with a hint of seriousness and plot, my specialty)
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Hercules Licorus Black, or Harry, is the youngest of the Black children. His older brothers Sirius and Regulus have always ignored him and his parents have not given him a second glance. That is until they arrange a marriage between him and the Dark Lord. Harry’s life is spiraling out of his control. He’s terrified of the man that is to be his husband.
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“I’m eleven?” Harry asked without thinking. His aunt turned to scowl at him. “Sorry, Aunt Petunia.”
The old man stared at him quizzically. “Yes, indeed you are, Harry. You are invited to one of the most prestigious schools for magic in the country – Hogwarts. It was concerning this that I wrote to your aunt. Attendance there shall help to prepare you to assume your lordship, and for the upcoming fulfilment of your betrothal.”
Or: The period drama AU that nobody asked for.