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Regulus Arcturus Black had been well-informed, from the youngest of ages, as to what defined pain.
Pain meant torture. Pain was suffering—sadistic and ceaseless. It called for lessons to be taught; mistakes that shall not be made again.
It meant: Don’t get out of bed late. Don’t get poor marks. Don’t break that vase. Don’t make common mistakes. (Don’t breathe too loud. Don’t fall in love. Don’t defy your elders. Don’t ask questions.)Pain was simple in sum: Ownership and Derogatory Submission.
Yet now—now he had stumbled upon the dignity and deities of Power: pure, raw, indomitable, transcendent.
Power was a blessing hardly harboured and well wielded. It was impressively grave and unrelenting in organic nature.Regulus Arcturus Black was more than powerful. He was more than the oversimplified ideology of Power itself. He was no puppet that would bend, bow, and bear it any longer.
No—Regulus wouldn’t let himself undergo the slightest recall of what pain felt like. Not for half a moment. Certainly not for pitiful Wix with awfully placed complexes.As for the rest of the world?
Well, they’d be lucky if he didn’t burn the whole fucking thing to ashes. -
Harry Potter and the Greatest Show by shadowscribe
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
26 Jul 2022
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The last real thing Harry remembers is standing across from Voldemort and watching the killing curse fly at his face.
Then he visited a fluffy white limbo that somewhat resembles King Cross Station and instead of choosing to move on or go back he does something else entirely.
And wakes up in his cupboard on the morning of Dudley's eleventh birthday.
Because that makes sense.
(No. No it doesn't.)
But Harry is going to roll with it anyway.
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- Part 1 of Look At My Life
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Heir Stark by Luna_Cadenza
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies)
22 Sep 2025
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"You're telling me that my Father, my real father, is none other then the man I have idolized practically my entire life! My father is Tony Bloody Stark!"
Harry... no... Hadrian couldn't believe his eyes as he stared down at the inheritance test in his hand. Everything he knew about his life, which honestly wasn't much, was a lie. Everything Hagrid told him wasn't true. His mother's account manager had warned him but this was way beyond what he had truly expected. What was he to do now? It's not like he could just get on a plane to New York, he was supposed to leave for Hogwarts tomorrow morning. He needs to make a plan.
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Tony Stark, for the last ten years believed his son to be dead. That was until he see's a kid with emerald green eyes show up on some security footage in a house that Tony had built for his wife Lily. There was no denying it in Tony’s eyes.
"That's my son."
Second part of the "series" is all concept and inspiration pics and pics i designed through Copilot for the story
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- Part 1 of Heir Stark
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Harrison Potter and the Horcrux Hunt by the_Lost_Wanderer
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
08 Nov 2024
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Now that Harry has finally made his decision, he has to start working with Diary-Tom Riddle to figure out where Voldemort has hidden his Horcruxes and find them out. But the sudden breakout from Azkaban has resulted in a flurry of Dementors surrounding the castle which, instead of giving Harry reassurance as they are the creatures of Death, give him a very bad feeling.
Hermione Granger has started to follow him around and being strange, while Albus Dumbledore has begun meddling directly in Harry's life.
On top of getting strange dreams from his connection with Voldemort, which do nothing more than add to his bad feeling, Harry is confused by the strange behavior that his guardian is portraying.
_________Still on hiatus; I'm so sorry, but I'm still going through a major writer's block.
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- Part 2 of The Little Master of Death
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“Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!”
“Stand aside, you silly girl… stand aside, now”.
And Lily Potter stepped aside.
Voldemort stared at her.
“... Is this some sort of trick?” he asked softly.
“No". Her voice was flat, lifeless. “You already killed James... If you let me live, then you can have Harry”.
Voldemort’s lip curled - not in amusement, but disgust. His own mother had died for him. Pathetic, yes, sentimental and foolish - but she had chosen to die so that he could live. Lily Potter wasn’t even choosing to care. Surely the child of prophecy deserved a better mother than this! Even he could give the boy to a better family to be raised right!
Voldemort slowly reached down and picked up the child.
He was still staring at him. He was still oddly silent. His eyes were still the colour of the Killing curse and brimming with power.
Yes, Voldemort decided, that was exactly what he’d do.
"You belong to me now" he whispered.
And with a crack like thunder, he turned on the spot, vanishing into the night.Or, the one where Harry Potter is raised by the Lestranges and it goes more or less how you would expect.