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The night that Harry and Dumbledore return from the cave, the Death Eaters are delayed from reaching the top of the Astronomy Tower for one more minute. Draco Malfoy lowers his wand. A Deathly Hallows rewrite in which Draco accepts Dumbledore's offer to fake his death and go into hiding with the Order of the Phoenix.

When Harry finds Tom Riddle's diary he does not write 'Hello.' He does not write anything at all. He draws. Tom Riddle falls in love with the artwork._________________ Sketch by sketch, drawing by drawing, the ink Harry pours into the diary manifests as creations in Tom's monochrome world.

Inspired by a post on Tumblr, this is a AU story set during Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts, with one big, foul-mouthed difference. Instead of Horace Slughorn, the position of Potions professor will be taken on by...Gordon Ramsay.

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!

He could never forgive himself. It was his fault. He’d planted the idea like a seed he’d never known would grow. (Or: What if Izuku jumped?)(OR: The one where Izuku jumps and lives and Katsuki visits him every day and Class 1-A not-so-secretly finds it adorable that their designated angry pomeranian brings flowers to his comatose childhood friend.) 🌻🌼🌺🌼🌻

The brighter the light, the darker the shadows. And in a super-powered society, those shadows are dark indeed. But whilst the world desperately trained more and more heroes, making that light brighter and brighter, the prestigious hero school, UA, had another idea. Why not tackle the problem at its source? And so was born the infamous class 1-A. Would-be criminals from all over the country were selected, and a group of twenty now roam the halls of the school, alongside the heroes of the next generation. Last year, the entirety of Mr Aizawa’s class A graduated. But this year was different. No, he didn’t believe they would all graduate back into society like the classes before them. He believed they could become something bigger. That was why, with gritted teeth and a manic smile, Eraser Head turned to his new class of students and said: "You aren't villains - you never were, and you never will be. But you can take that fire inside of you and put it to good use. We're in a hero school, aren't we? Well then... "Let's be heroes." __________ My favourite fic I’ve written - chaos, found family, and learning to believe in yourself

The war was over. Or at least that’s what the papers said. They’d been saying it, for months, as if people needed reminding. Maybe they did. *** In which Harry and Draco both run away from their pasts and conveniently choose to hide in the same tiny American town. It's super.

Draco asks Harry to help him beat the Imperius curse during 4th year. The lessons turn into more than either expected. A story of redemption and forgiveness. Pairings: HP/DM (Slash) Timeframe: 1994-2002 Goblet to 4 yrs post-DH EWE Rating T for language, high angst, content.

After Silco's death, Jinx loses the will to fight and gives herself up. Instead of being sent to Stillwater, a solution that honors the peace with Zaun changes Jinx's fate. In the custody of those that loved Powder, can Jinx truly escape the ghosts that haunt her and find redemption? Or is the twisted poison that flows through her veins determined to shatter any chance of a better life? An alternate take on the Act III finale and Jinx's journey to find a place where she belongs.

Cynthia probably shouldn't tell this man that she's from the future. "I'm from the future," Cynthia says. Or: local history/mythology nerd (among other things) ends up in Hisui. Surely nothing can go wrong with this.

Izuku must learn his place in a broken and cruel world. He must learn the cost of being a hero. He must learn the cost of changing the world to his own image. In a world divided by factions vying for control, oppressive governments, and sympathetic villains, Izuku must decide his place amongst the chess pieces. He'll have to decide what to make of the broken dreams and shattered faith of an indifferent world. He'll need the power to rise above the mire and muck of despair. Thankfully, he was never quirkless. Sometimes quirks hide until they are triggered. Izuku tasted death and found it lacking, every flavour bitter and lacking spice. In the moments between death and life, he gazed into the howling abyss and it followed him home. Everything he thought he knew about the world is a lie. There are monsters lurking in the dark below, always waiting and always watching. They wait patiently, waiting for one to sit upon a throne of crystal madness and eternal suffering. They have waited for aeons and will wait until the end of eternity. They wait for Izuku Midoriya. Now with a TV Tropes page

Jango Fett cannot save all his clones, but he can save five. He can save five, if he's willing to entrust them to the Jedi. Not just any Jedi, though. One who has already defied their Code for a child. One who knows Mandalorian culture. It is worth it, to save five innocent lives.He had no way of knowing it would change the galaxy and throw the proverbial spanner in one Sith Lord's plans.

February 2003: Draco Malfoy is living as a virtual recluse in Muggle London. Finding a drugged and helpless Hermione Granger on the doorstep of his townhouse in the middle of the night fundamentally changes his existence… and hers. A story of redemption, reconnections, sexual awakening, mystery, and Dramione romance. HEA guaranteed.Primarily an erotic love story, with some elements of mystery (though the roofie subplot is not the principal feature of the narrative).Bonus content: Hansy (Harry x Pansy), Blussie (Blaise x Gussie - OC), and minor Vinny (Viktor x Ginny). 'Draco stills and tips down his head; her dusky eyelashes are fluttering open like frantic butterflies. His own heartbeat inexplicably races as he breathes, “Granger?” Her variegated brown eyes widen in first recognition, then panic, as Hermione whispers, “Malfoy... didn't know where else to go... he drugged me – he roofied me-” Granger struggles feebly against his hold; her extraordinary utterance shocks Draco badly enough that he almost drops her. Drugged her? Roofied her? What in the name of Salazar is going on here tonight?’

If that was a normal fanfiction, she would have been reincarnated fifteen years before the beginning of the Plot, so she could join class 1-A (hopefully taking Mineta Minoru’s spot) and save the world side by side with her friends. She would have been on the Good Guys’ side from birth, because everyone loved heroes and every child aspired to be one. Right? Well, someone in the Reincarnation’s Administration must have screwed up. Because not only was she born a good seven years in advance, but she had been reincarnated in a family with enough issues to put the Todoroki to shame. But hey, she could teleport. She wasn't exactly going to complain about it, right? (Self-Insert born a few years before Izuku Midoriya's generation. Let's explore this world, sort out some drama, and try to become a hero in the meantime. What could go wrong?) ON HIATUS UNTIL SUMMER 2025

Izuku may have been the luckiest man alive. He had a family. Friends who loved him. Teachers he trusted. The best Quirk in the world. And even when it all came crushing down, his only regret was not having enough time to tell them how important they were to him. He wished for more. Was he regretting that wish now? Yes. Would he give up? No. Would this be the last one? He wasn’t betting on it. Being stuck in a debilitating time loop tends to make things irritating.

It’s not like anything changed much. Peter is usually great brushing off all the shit everyone gives him for being himself. It usually doesn’t matter what they think; what anyone thinks really. So why is it getting so hard for him to do that recently?

Looking back at everything, Shen Qingqiu comes to a conclusion: everything that went wrong in his first life happened because of him. Or, the Peak Lords search for Shen Qingqiu. Too bad he doesn't want to be found.

Concept borrowed from amusewithaview's Soulmates AU, where the first words soulmates say to each other appear on their skin. Featuring characters from Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. paired with Avengers, X-Men and more.Note: I do have a poll but it's on FF.net; I can't figure out how to reproduce it here! The below link will take you to the poll there. Poll That should take you to my fanfiction profile. At the top of the page is a link to the poll. I'm not sure if you have to be a member there to vote or not, sorry, though if you aren't it's easy enough to set up!

"Hello, Chris," sings a honeyed voice from behind. Chris' attention snaps toward the intruder, his gun already out of its' holster and aimed at whoever it is — a boy, apparently, with braided russet hair, a red jacket, and wise eyes. He's wearing a gas mask, but Chris can tell by the way his eyes crinkle around the edges, the way sun-burnt sand swirls in his irises, that he's smiling. Chris cocks his gun. "You killed my father," he says. "No offence, but he totally deserved it," the stranger agrees with cheerful solemnity. "What the hell are you doing in my home?" Chris demands. The kid is perched on a windowsill in Chris' office, as nonchalantly as if this were something he did every day, as if they were familiar. "I was just wondering," the kid speaks softly, fond amusement sewn through with a peculiar resignation, "how you'd feel about putting down some nazis?" [Or: The one where Stiles goes back in time and subsequently fucks with everything.]

For some inexplicable reason, Shen Qingqiu's body separates into Shen Yuan and Shen Jiu. Neither of them is happy with their new relationship. Or sometimes fate is inscrutable and brings together two people who have lost their family.

The hospital. Was this real? Was he really back at the start? All those mistakes, every person he’d lost, killed, driven away… He stood and stared at his face in the mirror, a face younger and more innocent than the one he’d seen in Alexandria’s mirrors, in the prison’s dusty windows, even in the station house that first time. He watched his features harden, the eyes sink and the brow furrow. He watched determination settle over him like a blanket of snow, chilling him to an icy resolve. Screw it. If there was even a chance he could do this all over again things were going to go goddamn different. EDIT: DO NOT POST TO OTHER SITES