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They went back because there was nothing left.
Harry—Hadrian, now—Draco, and Hermione destroy the Time-Turner the second their feet hit 1943, because no one gets to use it after them. Not Dumbledore. Not the Ministry. Not fate.Stopping Tom Riddle should have been simple: find the fault-line, snap it, and prevent Voldemort from ever existing.
But Tom is not a monster yet—he’s a boy with a brilliant smile and a mind like a blade, and he looks at Hadrian Potter like a puzzle that might finally make the world make sense.And Dumbledore, all twinkling eyes and gentle hands, watches them like he already knows how this story ends—and intends to write it himself.
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With a Dip Into Time by ruin_flow
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, The Trials of Apollo - Rick Riordan
20 Apr 2026
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Percy has no idea what he’s done in his past life to have so much action in this one—especially with how he’s suddenly dressed in bedsheets with a god-not-god and Greek fishermen wives.
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I'm lying in the ocean, singing your song by Asexual_Lector
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan
20 Apr 2026
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And the sun going down your eyes
makes me think of ancient times,
of nectar spilled on your lips,
of pearls buried in your hair,
by a sea of golden laurels.
Thinking of your love is to return to the past,
immersing myself in your warm embrace
tempts me to freeze time,
love your body as no one has loved it.
The sea contained in your gaze,
is a raging and calm sea,
that cries out for blood and war,
for years of peace and loyalty.
Extract from the Poems
from Apollo to Perseus
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In which Percy remembers living before, dreams are never just dreams and the past and future are mixed with the present.
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She'd done this before. She could do it again.
The walker got close and she charged, hitting it with her shoulder the way Vernon had taught her to move cattle when she was twelve. The walker went down hard and she went down with it, knee driving into its chest, hands scrambling for the rock.
She brought it down on the walker's skull. Again. The skull cracked. Again. The skull caved in with a wet crunch and the walker stopped moving but she didn't stop, couldn't stop. She kept bringing the rock down with both hands because she was so fucking tired and so fucking lost and Gran was dead and Sarah was dead and Vernon was alone on a farm she'd never reach and she was never going to be safe, never going to find anywhere, never going to—
"Ain't gonna get any deader."
The voice came from behind her. Male, Southern, cutting through her spiral.
Book one will cover Season 1-3 with timeline and canon divergence.
Minor, moderate, and major Revisions to fic have been posted between 1/12/26 and 4/21/26.
Minor revisions to CH 97: 4/28/26Series
- Part 1 of Not Alot Just Forever
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A wolf howled, long and mournful. Stiles looked around, his breath coming in visible puffs on the frosty air as he searched for fur and fangs and sad eyes, but he saw only the swaying green limbs of evergreen trees in the wind. Snow started to fall and he looked up at the white sky, blinking, before he fell backwards to land softly on a familiar bed. He blinked again and the soft white of the sky solidified into his bedroom ceiling with its neon green glow in the dark stars. He watched as a nebula formed in the space between his outstretched hand and the plastic stars, mesmerized as it roiled and burned in fast forward to birth a star, a real one, right into his bedroom. The star burned white hot against his skin, so bright and painful that his nerves couldn’t compute. He twisted away desperately, crying out. A dark skinned man in the corner watched calmly as he writhed and said, “We begin in the dark, and birth is the death of us.” Stiles screamed as the fire sunk into his skin, his soul, and fell once more into the darkness.
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Stiles ends up in 2004, before the Hale fire, and learns a lot about himself, life, and what it means to hold onto what you love and not let go.