I’m rewriting the Harry Potter series and I want to put a twist in it for every book, but I don’t have ideas like the third book we will discover that Remus Lupin got expelled after the prank and he I hate black for it and he is now with the werewolf and something like that any ideas will help

I need help to find this fanfic, I remember it was on fanfic net but I've searching and I haven't found it yet.

The war arc and Harry finds out that Severus is biological father. Severus got killed by Voldemort but Harry brings Severus back to life because Harry wanted a family. Severus was not happy at all that Harry brought him back to life, the two continue to fight but they do end up getting along.

I just had a bit of a funny thought. If we accept the events of the Fantastic Beasts films as having happened to some degree or another, is it possible the duel never actually happened. If we assume that the thing that prompted to finally execute his plans was the visions he had of the nuclear bomb, then a funny little fact pops up. The bombs were dropped in August of 1945 while Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald is early November of the same year almost three months later. Is it possible that Grindelwald surrendered because as far he could understand it, all was lost no matter which one of them won?

Was something Nicolas Flamel told Albus Dumbledore long ago. For alchemy was all about balance, about harmony between all things; to alter is to be alerted and so forth. As above, so below. Equivalent Exchange. The muggles began to truly understand this just as the statute of secrecy went into effect and from that was born their modern advances. To become an Alchemist is to embrace this and carve into your magic, into your very soul; all of your actions from that moment will be burdened by it.

Albus should have done to remember this lession in the aftermath of Halloween 1981 when he convinced a young couple to send away one of their young sons because of a prophecy. He knew what he did, knew what buttons to press to convince them to do it; all for the sake of a prophecy he thought only he could discern. And in doing so he altered the course of fate with his manipulations.

But by doing so, Albus Dumbledore in turn opens the door for direct intervention. Being Equal can be such a bizarre set of circumstances when more than two entities are involved. By condemning a child to die, another could return from the veil. By denying the guidance sorely needed, it was given by Dumbledore's equal. And most importantly by accepting an ideology he had long rejected in order to win, he allowed one filled with regrets and self-hatred loose on the world.

Ariana Dumbledore suddenly found herself alive after having died nearly a century ago on the threshold of the Hog's Head in Hogsmeade and guided by an overriding purpose. She was to rescue a five year old Harry Potter with the help of her brother and bring him to Gellert; her oldest brother's love who had tried to help her just before she died in that tragic accident.

Knowing the help she needs lay with the disheveled in before he, she walks in. And an elderly Aberforth Dumbledore nearly has a heart attack. Followed by an aneurysms upon hear her story.

Gellert Grindelwald has sat in a cell for forty years. The visions he had seen bad come to pass, but the world had not ended. The world he sought to protect on the verge of internal collapse due to his actions allowing one much worse than he to ferment in the shadows. Forty years of analysing his actions from every possible angle, pouring over every scrap of literature regarding divination including ancient myths, and asking himself did he ever achieve anything genuinely good. And he's arrived at the conclusion that he hasn't. So he condemns himself, after all he could have escaped this cell years ago, but chose not to.

So when Aberforth of all people arrives a week later to break him out for the sake of a forsaken child, he agrees to go with him. At least he will do right by at least one person before he dies. To say he's a bit shocked when he's handed the guardianship of a resurrected Ariana and her new little brother is a bit shocking. Thus equivalent exchange occurred and fate was altered once more. Who knows what will happen now?

I really like those and one came to mind for when in one Harry was playing a piano and flitwick cried it was so beautiful

Not, wants to be a judge when he grows up. Just wakes up, decides fuck it I'm gonna be a judge and wears a powdered wig and acquires a gavel. Ron immediately calls being his bailiff. Hermoine tries to explain you can't just, decide to be a judge. However to her horror thr Wizarding World is insane and people with bold stupid confidence are rarely called out. She expects Snape to be the one to stop it but is horrified when his problems aren't with the premise that Harry is a judge, but his belief that teaching a judge is hard and that Potter is a corrupt, mean judge. And seeing Voldemort stop throwing spells because Harry put him in contempt of court, makes her so bewildered she finally just gives in and becomes Harry's court stenographer.

I read antithesis by oceanbreeze7 and it was really great, but wasn't really what i was looking for.

I want a truly evil harry who stays evil the whole fic. Or something similar to that at least.

Any other fics that has a deatheater oc would also work for recs.

Technically a discussion ig but also a prompt cause I'd like to see more of it out there

So i was talking at my boyfriend about HP, as one does, and i had the thought how would Petunia act if Vernon died relatively early?

Let's say they had life-insurance through his job or he died at work (factories are dangerous after all) and so financially they're fine but, all of a sudden it's just her, Dudley, Harry and their grief. I imagine Harry would be between 4-7 (and thus written like a 4-7 year old not acting like a 27 year-old) so i imagine he would grieve (i think Harry would grieve anyway, even if Vernon was cruel he knew the man his whole sentient life and plus hearts and brains are weird :/) but to what extent and how long?

And Dudley would be become crueller due to the experience or would he be a good person sooner then all that?

And would Petunia be better, worse, a whole new thing? Maybe she'd be eaten away by her grief for a while or maybe she'd finally feel free (Vernon can not be a good man, not after all that, not after all he's done) of his cloying and clueless expectations. Maybe she'd be, not necessarily kinder per sé but less evil? Or maybe she'd be violently aggressive to both boys? Vernon died and Dudley looks just like him and everyone knows she hates Lily more than anything and is rather apathetic to Harry... Maybe she'd finally feel guilty enough to give damned nephew a room...

Idk i just really want to see more Durseley & Harry content tbh

Side note, what if it were the other way around and Petunia died, she wasn't a good person either quite the opposite in fact... Would he be nicer? Or worse?

I'd just really like to this

The Great Hall of Beauxbatons shimmered with floating candles, casting a soft, almost dreamlike glow over the assembled students from three prestigious wizarding schools. At the far end, the Goblet of Fire crackled to life, its flames leaping and flickering, drawing the attention of even the most restless students.

Tom Riddle stood among his Hogwarts peers, arms crossed, his face an unreadable mask. In truth, his thoughts were far from the grand hall and its festivities. To him, the entire Triwizard Tournament was little more than a tedious distraction from his own, much more important pursuits. Why, he wondered, should he risk life and limb for the sake of a glittering cup and a brief flicker of fame?

But the Goblet had other ideas.

“Tom Marvolo Riddle!” boomed Headmaster Dippet, barely able to contain his glee.

Tom felt his patience wane as the hall fell silent. He caught Dippet's eye, and the headmaster’s beaming face hinted that perhaps this “random selection” was less random than it should have been.

“Splendid, Tom, splendid!” Dippet's voice was practically bouncing with pride. “I knew you’d do Hogwarts proud!”

Tom's jaw tightened. "Professor, I hadn’t exactly put my name in.”

“Pish posh, my boy!” Dippet dismissed his protest with a wave of his hand, clapping Tom on the shoulder and nearly dislocating it. “If not you, then who? You’re our pride and joy, aren’t you?”

For a brief moment, Tom imagined hexing his headmaster on the spot. But the Goblet had chosen, and the crowd around him seemed genuinely thrilled.

Margaux Delacour, the Beauxbatons champion, regarded Tom with disdain, and Emmerich Vogel from Durmstrang, a solid, gruff sort who looked more like a Viking than a student, smirked with open contempt. Tom suppressed a sneer. If he had to do this, he’d do it well.

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The first task took place in an open field where a colossal darkened torch waited to be lit. Each champion was given a broomstick and a Green Flame Ever Torch, which they had to carry through an obstacle course of magical creatures, hexed obstacles, and traps.

The starting whistle blew, and Tom kicked off, broom zooming forward as he clenched his torch. He glanced around, noticing Delacour streaking past with ease, her pale hair streaming behind her, while Vogel was already a dangerous distance ahead. Tom urged his broom faster, ducking as a flurry of blue pixies shrieked and dove at his head.

Delacour sneered as she twisted around a tumbling boulder, flinging her torch back to ward off a swooping crow-like creature. “Catch up, Riddle!” she called, her voice annoyingly smug.

Tom narrowed his eyes and his hand reached for his wand. With a quick flick of his wrist, he muttered, “Reducto!” The spell hit a low-hanging branch in Delacour’s path, causing it to explode into a shower of splinters. She swerved wildly to avoid the flying debris, and in that brief moment, Tom shot past her.

He could see the finish line ahead, but Vogel was already there, his torch held high as he ignited the massive torch, soaking in the cheers of the crowd.

Tom landed just second ones later, his teeth clenched in frustration. His usual mask of indifference faltered as he caught sight of Vogel, who raised an eyebrow and gave a slow, mocking bow. Tom fought to suppress the urge to hex him right then and there.

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The second task seemed, at first, deceptively simple. Each champion was presented with a mildly poisonous plant to ingest. They’d have to identify the plant and create an antidote before the poison took effect.

Tom examined his plant, a thorny vine with mottled leaves. The moment he bit into it, a numb, prickling sensation crept through his mouth and throat. He glanced over to find Vogel already pale and sweating as he hacked into his cauldron.

Tom’s mind went back to Slughorn’s lessons on defensive brews. “Brewed properly, even if the poison doesn’t kill you, you’ll wish it had,” Slughorn had said with a chuckle, tapping a bottle labeled “Bezoar Extract.”

Tom ignored the burn in his stomach as he worked, chopping feverweed and a strand of kelpie hair with precision. He remembered the careful balance of ingredients needed for the antidote: too much of one, and it could prove more dangerous than the poison itself.

Finally, with a flourish, he finished and downed the antidote, a smirk on his lips as he watched Vogel stagger to finish. Delacour wasn’t far behind, looking slightly green but too proud to falter.

Dippet was nearly giddy as Tom returned to the Hogwarts crowd. Vogel shot him a cold look that Tom acknowledged with an equally icy stare. He’d won this time, thanks to Slughorn’s often-irritating voice echoing in his head.

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The third task took place in the Beauxbatons Quidditch stadium, transformed into a formidable maze of obstacles, creatures, and defensive charms. Tom, Delacour, and Vogel entered the stadium, each armed with a wand and their wits.

They had to make their way through the maze, levitate and maneuver large objects, recognize and dismantle defensive charms.

Almost immediately, Tom found himself face-to-face with a charmed barrier. A quick Finite Incantatem dissolved it, but he barely had time to gloat before a massive boulder blocked his path. With a flick of his wand, he levitated it aside, moving forward with ease.

He could hear Delacour muttering as she attempted to dismantle a charm, and he caught sight of Vogel in a tussle with a shrieking billywig. Tom rolled his eyes, pressing on toward the end.

He reached the final clearing, where the Triwizard Cup sat at the far end, guarded by a Hungarian Horntail. The dragon’s yellow eyes locked onto him, and Tom felt the familiar rush of adrenaline. He had only seconds to act.

The dragon let out a low growl, and a blast of scorching flame shot toward Tom. He threw himself to the side, feeling the heat lick his skin. Thinking quickly, he reached into his pocket for a small rock he had enchanted to serve as a Portkey earlier. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed it into the air and shouted, “Depulso!” The spell propelled the rock straight at the dragon.

Upon impact, the rock shimmered and activated, transporting the Horntail into the middle of Hogwarts' Forbidden Forest, where it would soon find itself surrounded by confused centaurs and an abundance of trees to roast.

With the dragon out of the way, Tom turned just in time to see Vogel barreling into the clearing. Raising his wand, Vogel bellowed, “Expulso!” Tom barely had time to conjure a shield before the ground erupted in a spray of dirt and debris.

“Impedimenta!” Tom retaliated. The spell struck Vogel in the chest, slowing his movements just enough for Tom to dart forward.

Then came Delacour. She emerged from the other side of the clearing, her wand raised. “Accio Cup!” she cried.

Tom couldn’t help but smirk at Delacour’s audacity. What an idiot. Did she really think she could just summon it? Magical objects were typically protected with anti-theft charms, making them resistant to summoning spells. He had assumed the Triwizard Cup would be no different. He braced himself, expecting Delacour’s spell to fizzle out like so many others.

But to his astonishment, the cup began to move toward her! A rush of confusion surged through him. Was the cup really an exception to the rules? It was almost laughable. The thought barely crossed his mind before he reacted.

“Carpe Retractum!” he shouted, sending a magical cord of light shooting out toward the cup. Tom was determined not to let it slip away so easily.

Delacour’s eyes widened and she gripped her wand tighter. “Accio Cup!” she repeated. The cup hesitated, caught between the two opposing forces.

Just then, Vogel, having shaken off the effects of Tom’s earlier spell, charged into the clearing. “Bombarda Maxima!" he bellowed.

The ground erupted in a violent explosion, sending dirt and debris hurtling into the air. The shockwave from the blast shattered their concentration, causing the Triwizard Cup to slip from their magical grips and land on the ground with a heavy thud.

The moment’s distraction was all Vogel needed. He raised his wand, preparing to cast a summoning spell aimed directly at the cup. But Tom’s instincts kicked in, and he quickly threw a stunning spell at Vogel to interrupt him.

Vogel, sensing the incoming spell, twisted out of the way. However, before Tom could follow up with another spell, Delacour shouted, “Expelliarmus!”

Tom felt his wand jerk violently from his grasp, soaring out of reach. A wave of frustration coursed through him as he glared at Delacour, his fists clenched at his sides. Oh, how he wanted to unleash the "Crucio" curse on both of them, to watch them writhe in agony and beg for mercy.

But he needed to focus. He couldn’t let his emotions dictate his actions, not now. Instead, he darted forward, diving toward his wand as Vogel and Delacour locked into a furious duel. His fingers closed around his wand just as Vogel disarmed Delacour, sending her wand spinning to the side. Tom knew he had one last chance.

For a split second, the words of a darker curse flickered to life on his lips. A quick Avada Kedavra and Vogel would be out of his way, permanently. The idea was intoxicating.

But something in him held back.

“Stupefy!” he shouted instead, hitting Vogel square in the chest. The Durmstrang champion staggered, dropping to one knee. Tom sprang forward, ignoring Delacour’s outstretched hand as she tried to grab his ankle. With a final burst of energy, he reached the cup, fingers closing around its cool, gleaming handle.

The world tilted, and for a moment, Tom’s heart raced as he felt the thrill of triumph surge through him.

The stadium erupted in cheers as he was transported back, the Triwizard Cup clutched in his hands.

He had won.

(I'm out of steam, but this one actually has a Part 2, mainly about Tommy and his Knights of Walpurgis at Beauxbatons in between the tasks.)

Any good fics of that would embody the 'anger of a gentle man'?

Looking for a good righteous anger type story. Something where an extensive part of the plot is based on a good person being pushed too far until they snap and the bad guys realize they've poked a sleeping dragon.

Any dark Harry fanfics were he is raised to be a dark pure blood I’m open to any suggestions

The man just died and was brought back to life. I'm pretty sure he's going to develop a lot of issues with that. Compound that with the trauma he received during the war, the deaths of people he loves, and his shitty childhood, my boy needs some therapy. Any recs? Thanks!

Please recommend fan fictions where Harry explores a particular magical subject or facet of magic, ideally something that he canonically did not pick in school but if he maybe really gets into something like magical creatures and just becomes Hagrid's best buddy I think that would be awesome to but otherwise ideally something that isn't just about survival, but actually bout liking doing it so maybe art magic or healing magic or I don't know, is there enchanting? or is that just charms?

Maybe he takes inspiration off his love for Quidditch and gets into broom making?

Anyway, just a fic that Harry actually vibes with a particular subject and falls in love with a part of magic.

Every Dumbledore villain fic I've found has the unfortunate side effect of putting the "dumb" in Dumbledore. I want to read a fic where it's an uphill battle dismantling Dumbledore's regime, with clever setbacks and victories. This guy (in bashing fics) has supposedly managed to hoodwink the entire Light side while doing shady things disguised as good, I want to see it in action when fighting against him.

I cannot tell you how much I've been intrigued by a story, and then ruined because Dumbledore's downfall comes because:
A) "THIS DUDE IS LORD VOLDEMORT!!" to someone who's doing nothing suspicious or even doing something nice, bonus points if he does it with an audience (Ministry or Great Hall);
B) "This fellow is in Slytherin so it's definitely their fault";
C) "Wtf don't do good? I'M THE HERO";
D) All of the above

I’ve had this plot bunny roaming around my Google drive for ages, but clearly I’m not gonna write it so I’m putting it here.

It starts the summer before second year when Harry Potter arrives on Molly’s doorstep in a stolen Ford Angela

His clothes are all too big and worn out, they may as well be rags

Throughout the first week she keeps an eye on the clothes he wears and each day is worse than the last.

She’s horrified when she notices his shoes are held together with some sort of muggle spellotape

Molly Weasley is a frugal woman and an excellent stitch witch and her children may wear hand-me-downs but they’re well fitting and in good condition.

This will not do

She pulls Ron’s old clothes out of storage, the ones that hadn’t been tailored to fit Ginny, and uses a subtle charm to take the boys measurements as breakfast. (Using a charm which reveals the boy is far smaller than he ought to be under all that baggy clothing).

She hems Ron’s old clothes and takes in his robes, leaves an inch or so to grow into as she does for all her children.

The next time she collects Harry’s clothes from the hamper she tosses them in the rag bin and replaces them instead

Harry is embarrassed at first but she won’t hear of it

“It’s no trouble dear, and it cost me nothing. Those were Ron’s before you, and the twins’ before that. In fact, they haven’t been new since Bill wore them.”

And so Harry becomes the next link in the Weasley hand-me-down chain. Each summer he gets new hand-me-downs and each winter a new sweater to keep him warm and he never wears Dudley’s old clothes again.

I’ve been thinking about how this might affect Ron’s pattern of jealousy if Harry was walking around wearing his hand-me-downs every day.

Hello! I’ve got 2 WIPs going if anyone cares for a new read! They are:

Marauders x Percy Jackson Triwizard Tournament AU ft. jegulus:here’s to peace (and those who get in the way of it)

Competitive swimmer x lifeguard jegulus (and wolfstar with Sirius as the swim coach and Remus as the team PT): Into the Deep End

If anyone reads, please lmk thoughts!! (:

This fan fanfiction has harry, hermione, and other girls going back in time to when harry was a baby to save his parent's then using a ritual to claim all the death eaters families weath and wives and kids. Please help.

Where people from our dimension at transferred back to the hp world as 11yr olds Becuase they were sent to another dimension when they were babes to stay out of the war and our mc is a female longbottom

Where people from our dimension at transferred back to the hp world as 11yr olds Becuase they were sent to another dimension when they were babes to stay out of the war and our mc is a female longbottom

Harry was six when Aunt Petunia finally gave in and told him.

"You're a wizard, Harry."

She had said it flatly, like she was informing him of a chore he’d forgotten. Afterward, she refused to look at him for hours, her mouth set in that thin line he was all too familiar with, as if she had tasted something foul and couldn't spit it out. She’d known this would come, of course. She’d known it since she’d found the boy on her doorstep, wrapped in blankets with a letter pinned to his sleeve. But this was different from knowing. This was acknowledging.

Petunia had always prided herself on being sensible, on looking out for what was safe, logical, and proper. Magic was anything but. She remembered pouring over Lily’s school notes when she was young - jealously, yes, but with a kind of horror, too. She’d found scraps of things, words that stayed with her, buried in her own mind like Lily’s notes now in her attic. Obscurus had been one of those words - a darkness, a sickness, that grew in magical children if they denied themselves, if they buried their magic too deep. It was something dangerous, something that could consume a person from the inside out.

The idea terrified her.

And so, she struck a sort of bargain with Harry. She told him he was a wizard and made it abundantly clear that his magic was something they allowed for now, a fragile thing held together by rules and rewards. He was a strange boy, but a quiet one. He took her words as he took most things, with wide eyes and a hesitant nod. She didn’t tell him about Hogwarts or how the wretched letter would come in a few years. She didn’t tell him about his parents, about his mother’s open, easy laugh or her startling green eyes. She didn't tell him that it was her own sister’s gifts, her magic, that had forced Petunia to the sidelines, unnoticed, just the normal one, someone they wouldn’t remember when they thought of the Evans family. She gave him none of that.

Instead, she gave him tasks. Petunia was nothing if not practical, and magic had its uses, after all. Broken hinges on cupboard doors, flickering lightbulbs, and even stubborn stains on Dudley’s clothes - all became potential assignments. If he managed one of these small chores, she'd give him a bit more food, maybe even allow him a minute or two to glance at the television before shooing him back into the cupboard.

One afternoon, after an especially wet spring day, Petunia took him outside, pointing a finger at the rows of roses by the garden fence. She had him help the roses bloom before Mrs. Nance’s did two houses down. She liked seeing the sour look on Mrs. Nance’s face, enjoyed the way the flowers would turn impossibly, vividly red, making her garden the envy of the street. Mrs. Nance’s roses were well and truly bested that season.

When she discovered he could talk to snakes, she was horrified, of course. But after a day’s consideration, she realized its uses. There were always vermin skittering about outside, mice, and worse - and what better pest control than a boy who could call creatures to him, order them away with a hiss or a low murmur? How convenient it was, really. She let him keep a garter snake once, only for a week or so, for "practice."

“You’re a wizard,” she reminded him at every possible chance, “and if you try to hide it, it won’t end well for you or for anyone.” It became a sort of mantra, a way to keep him grounded, to keep him from slipping into the dangerous illusion that he could simply wish his powers away. He was tied to it, for better or worse, and if he was bound to magic, he could at least be bound to her by that same magic.

One spring, Mrs. Nance’s garden began to flourish more than usual, every rose blooming twice as wide as the year before. That day, Petunia pointedly stood by Harry as he stared at the flowers, waiting until she was certain he understood. When the roses wilted overnight, brown and tired, she rewarded Harry with a slice of cake, watching his eyes light up as he devoured it, crumbs clinging to his cheeks.

It was never easy, this life they'd made together. Harry grew more cautious around her, watching her as though he knew there were secrets, though she kept them locked as tightly as possible. He became skilled at reading her expressions, ducking into the shadows when her gaze lingered too long, but she also saw the flicker of something else. Sometimes, she caught him watching the way the light danced across her old, forgotten crystal glassware, the way it cast rainbows when the morning sun hit just right. He had a way of noticing magic in the smallest things, a way of watching the world that felt far too familiar.

And at night, she dreamed of Lily - always Lily, and always in that look of wounded astonishment when Petunia, unable to bear it any longer, had told her to leave and never come back. In these dreams, Lily asked her why she was afraid, why she couldn’t just accept things as they were. But Petunia always woke before answering, with a bitter taste in her mouth and a feeling like she'd swallowed broken glass.

Harry was clever enough not to push her limits, but still, she could see it in his eyes - a lingering sense that he didn't quite understand, but that he knew enough. And when he whispered “Thank you” in that soft, uncertain way he had after she permitted him an extra treat or a rare moment to sit and watch the telly, she hardened herself.

Hi, all! I am looking for a fic I read on Ao3 a few years ago. It's a MOD Harry Potter fic (but he's not aware that he's MOD). So it starts with Severus interviewing him because he's been missing for years and only been found because of the Hogwarts letter. But it turns out that's he's stuck in a time loop and has been raising himself because he has hundred of years worth of memories. He wants out of the time loop. Severus views him as a child and threatens that the Order with look for him and Harry straight up disappears again the second the Order starts its bodyguard thing. Also he tells Severus that he was the reason that Voldemort is dead, because of a naturally occurring Unbreakable Vow. I don't really whenever the rest but the story was pretty long.

If you could point me in the right direction I'd be very grateful!

#Tomarry Hi!!! Looking for fanfic recommendations where Tom has a cockney accent. I know Tom spoke differently but I have seen a lot of debate on how Tom should have a cockney accent based on where he grew up and most likely hid it at Hogwarts. I would like to read something where basically it comes out when he’s angry or sleepy or whatever and Harry totally digs it(I.e. finds it cute or hot) or maybe where harry makes a bet for Tom to speak in it if he loses or something like that. Doesn’t have to be the whole fic but would like fics where it’s mentioned. #Tomarry

So in the one I’m looking for, I think it had an inheritance test. Also had Morfin Gaunt, and he gave a last will and testament that declared the line of Gaunt dead and then that all Slytherins would forever be Potters. He also disinherits Tom/Voldemort. That’s all i remember

Do you know how insane it would be to have an extreme pet electric death bath bomb?

Like not the most popular ones but something you saw in one fic but it just made so much sense that it just lives in your head rent free.

For me it's that Avada Kedavra was initially invented as a mercy killing spell by healers to end the suffering of patients who couldn't be helped or who's pain couldn't be eased. I like the idea because it reflects how so many inventions are made with good intentions but end up doing so much more harm than if they hadn't existed to begin with.

What about you?

All I can remember is that harry ron and Hermione preform a ritual, doesn't work on ron but dose for the other two making them powerful and good looking.

Does anyone knows a fic where Harry bonds with a phoenix. I would prefer pre Hogwarts just Not an the end of the fic. The phoenix should play a Major role. And PLEASE no Harry x Hermione.

Harry gets sorted into Slytherin, and back at the dorms, all the first years take care of him and order more supplies, clothing/hair stuff and get it delivered to Snape the next morning. Snape is annoyed cause he figures Potter's being spoiled already. I think Harry's name was also spelt Harri, but I could be mixing up some fics.
sorry I don't remember a ton about this fic anymore, I do know it's on either ao3 or fanfiction.net

All I remember is that Harry had to get kreachers help to find grimwald place because sireis put it under fidelius I think Harry may have been living there with sireis but I'm not sure