I'm not really looking for anything that gives tropes such as lordships and pureblood aristocracy much weight. Meaning, I don't mind it being an aspect of the story but I don't want it to be a center piece or a good thing. I'm not looking for attempts to explain e.g. "dark/grey/light" magic either; considering that I'm not a fan of added world building that goes into conniptions trying to explain why it's normal to study the dark arts. Like, hell yeah let your character go at it, don't justify it please. I'm admittedly mostly interested in Marauders Era but I read any gen.

No bashing please. Any ship welcome.

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches, the power to stop the jihad... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies, born as the second son, rock and pillar and beloved brother to the voice from the outer world... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not, and the Beast will mark him as a rat, but he shall prove himself a lion... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives, for he shall tread upon the dune abandoned and alone... and the path beyond shall be Dark or fortified by a Golden Throne floating in an ocean of stars and sand and blood.

--The First Prophecy of Sybil Trelawney

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Albus Dumbledore had lived for over one hundred years, but for all that time he did not know how to articulate his reservations for what he was about to do. Dear Professor McGonagall spoke of how Petunia’s child was a spoiled thing, but at that age, weren’t most children? No, it was not on the Dursley family his mind pondered, but on those cursed words Sybil had uttered during her interview.

They had killed James and Lily, and they had nearly killed young Harry. They spoke of dark times and death. Never before had Albus felt such great terror, not even as he and Gellert dueled for the fate of the world.

He set Harry’s basket down and rang the doorbell of Number 4 Privet Drive.

It was not a particularly pleasant conversation he had with Vernon and Petunia Dursley on that morning of November the 2^(nd), but as he walked away, Harry had a home. The boy and his remaining family were safe. Albus walked to the end of the road, looked around him to see if anyone was watching, and with a crack apparated away.

It was a slow walk he made up to Hogwarts castle from Hogsmeade where the people danced and drank and celebrated and made merry, burdened as he was with terrible knowledge. Through the main entrance, up the many stairs, and into his office he went. Only when he sat down in his grand fluffy armchair did he allow himself to weep.

How many friends had he lost in this terrible conflict? How many more would die in the holy war prophesized to come if a young orphan failed to halt its coming? His heart was heavy, and he felt so low.

Fawkes was a god send, Merlin be praised. The phoenix perched himself on Albus’s shoulder and sang his beautiful song. Albus began to cheer up, his burdens seeming to lift. He came to his senses. The threat was not imminent. There was time.

Time to plan.

Time to teach.

Time to help Harry be ready for the horrors that awaited him.

Albus Dumbledore would not lose another friend, no matter the cost.

This he swore on his life and magic.

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Harry Atreides was a strange boy.

It was a joyous occasion in Castle Caladan when the Lady Jessica bore the Duke Leto a second son. Like his older brother, Harry had messy black hair and green eyes, and Paul was immediately taken with his new family member. For a year, everything was normal, but then came the scar. Nobody knew how the boy was injured. Whispers of an assassin flowed through the house, and a hunt for the perpetrator came with righteous vengeance.

Nothing was ever found, but nothing was ever the same. The scar remained red and raw, and nothing Wellington Yueh tried was able to heal it. That red bolt of lightning served as a bitter reminder that enemies lurked in every corner. It was as much Harry’s injury as it was a scar on their house.

Harry was not the same after it happened. The bubbly little toddler was quiet now. He rarely smiled. He was seemingly perpetually confused and disoriented. On several occasions he had referred to family or staff as Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, Aunt Marge, or Cousin Dudley. There was an investigation into the names. Thufir Hawat speculated that these names were likely connected to the attack.

The hunt was begun anew, but as with the first, nothing came of it. Mere speculation was not enough.

Harry grew older, and his behaviors grew increasingly peculiar. They were by no means bad or dishonorable, just odd. Harry constantly kept looking around, taking in everything that he possibly could. He would ask people to repeat themselves, and then parrot their words back to them, as though he were trying to commit such statements to memory. He muttered words in a language that only he knew. Stupify. Expelliarmus. Protego. Expecto Patronum. When he reached age five, there was a new name, Professor Dumbledore. Nobody had ever heard of such an individual.

At this point, the Lady Jessica floated the possibility of prescience. Perhaps these people were unknown because they were from visions of the future, or the past. People began to tread very lightly around Harry. If there was a gift of prescience, then it must be cultivated. Duke Leto approved of Lady Jessica’s plan to begin Bene Gesserit training. At the same time, Mentat training would also begin. It was around this age when Paul began such training in earnest. Perhaps it was inevitable.

And so life reached a new normal. But it was not all grim and serious. The boys were still children after all, as proven by one dinner the memory of which was repeatedly shared.

Duke Leto had been trying to impart serious lessons upon his sons as they munched away at their fish. It was about the value of loyalty and how it safeguarded their house.

To which a nine year old Paul then proclaimed, “Then I swear I’ll protect Harry as long as I breathe!”

There was silence for a moment.

“Thanks?” a six year old Harry said questioningly with a mouth full of half chewed food.

Jessica’s composure broke and she snorted loudly, covering her mouth.

“I’m serious!” Paul retorted, crossing his arms as though that were the last of it.

“I’m sure you are!” Leto chortled.

Leto and Jessica began to chuckle with good humor. Paul huffed and his cheeks puffed out like an angry squirrel. Harry continued to eat oblivious to the world around him. He did smile more after that dinner though, but he was not the only one to experience change afterwards.

Paul barely remembered the affair about Harry’s attempted assassination, but he remembered enough. He could never recall seeing his father and mother, or anybody really so furious. He was kept within his room for days, only being let out to be bathed, guarded all the while by Duncan Idaho, Gurney Halleck, or any of the other trusted guards.

Children at that age are remarkably impressionable. So it was that Paul knew Harry needed to be protected. It’s what older brothers did. At that dinner, neurons connected within Paul’s mind and he for the first time vocalized his intentions. He may have been met with laughter, but he was serious. Someone had tried to murder his little brother, and he had a feeling it would not be the last. As he grew, he understood his father and mother’s rage. He bottled it up, refusing to let it control him, but there it remained, building and building and threatening to burst.

That night was the first night Paul dreamt of the jihad.

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Harry Potter did not much care for the Dursleys. They did not mistreat him, but they did not love him either. He felt alone. He was assigned chores, told to do his schoolwork, and then he could go into his bedroom to do what he pleased.

Harry Atreides was loved by his family. His father, his mother, his brother, Dr. Yueh, Duncan, Thufir, Gurney, the list went on, and so he loved them back. Sometimes Harry Atreides would wake up and think he was Harry Potter and mistake people for others he knew. He always felt embarrassed when he did that.

Then Harry Potter met Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Warlock of Wizengamot, Grand Sorcerer, and Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was an old man in very strange clothes, and he looked very, very tired, but he always treated Harry Potter well.

He would bring Harry Potter books about magic! He taught Harry Potter about centaurs and goblins and merpeople! He showed Harry Potter spells and potions and alchemy!

Yes, Harry Potter really liked Professor Dumbledore. The old man would tell him about his parents, Lily and James Potter. But that confused Harry Potter, because didn’t Harry Atreides already have parents? Professor Dumbledore found this very interesting indeed. He would ask more about Harry Atreides, always writing everything down with a bright red and gold quill.

Harry Potter asked Professor Dumbledore if he was also potentially Albus Corrino or Albus Harkonnen. His answer was a firm but curious no. Professor Dumbledore told Harry Potter that he was the only one like that, to be both Harry Potter and Harry Atreides. Harry felt a twinge of loneliness with the thought. He thought that everyone saw double, lived double, slept double. He wondered what it was like to be singular.

Professor Dumbledore asked Harry Potter if Harry Atreides had ever told the Atreides about Harry Potter, the Dursleys or anything of the sort. Harry Potter said that when he had, it was determined it was trauma from an assassination attempt that coincided with when he got his scar.

Professor Dumbledore grew very quiet.

That was when Harry Potter first heard the name of his assassin.

The Dark Lord.

You Know Who.

He Who Must Not Be Named.

Voldemort.

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

He was the one who murdered James and Lily Potter, and if not for some very powerful magic, he would have murdered Harry Potter and Harry Atreides both. All because of a prophecy.

This time, it was Harry Potter who grew very quiet.

Professor Dumbledore hugged Harry Potter then, and Harry Potter wept, confused, angry, mourning, safe.

Harry Potter treasured Professor Dumbledore’s weekly visits. For Voldemort was still out there, and if for no other reason than Harry Atreides, Harry Potter would give it his all to defeat the one who tried to kill him twice over.

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Albus Dumbledore was beginning to unravel the layers of the prophecy. When he had first heard it, only half of it made the slightest bit of sense. That which he could divine from it, he passed on to the Potters and the Longbottoms. He worried about what Voldemort was interpreting from what Severus Snape had given to him.

For over a year, Albus had raced to beat Voldemort to the punch. And then the Potters were murdered and the Longbottoms tortured into insanity. The race was over, but the mystery hung heavy over his head.

After two years passed, Albus decided that Harry needed to be trained. Voldemort was defeated, not dead, and Albus feared he would return, vengeful. He made the choice to come by the Dursley home once a week to teach Harry.

What an odd boy Harry was. He was always looking around as though he was never certain what was happening or where he was, but he was clever and picked up on things at a rapid pace. It was strange when one day Harry had started their day by speaking in a strange language, one which Albus had no translation spell for. After an awkward couple of minutes, Harry seemed to realize and switched back to the Queen’s English.

That was Albus’s first clue that something was amiss. From then on, he would ask questions and pose challenges to Harry so as to try and learn more about these oddities. It was a half of a year before he struck gold.

Albus had told Harry about the death of his parents, and he said that he already had parents. Albus was ready to correct this assertion that he was the son of Vernon and Petunia Dursley when Harry said that his parents were the Duke of Caladan and his concubine. Harry then asked if Albus had two sets of parents, one for Albus Dumbledore, and one for Albus Corrino or Albus Harkonnen or whatever his other name was.

Albus would freely admit that he was caught severely off guard right then. Regardless, he needed to know. He learned through more questions that Harry was living two lives at the same time, and that each one was consciously aware of what was happening regarding the other. Never before had Albus heard of such a thing, and yet, here was living proof.

It was when he went to bed that night, at around three o’ clock in the morning that he had his great epiphany. The reason the prophecy was so disjointed, so binary in referring to two separate things is because it was. It referred to the life of Harry Potter and the life of Harry Atreides.

He thought that he was motivated before, but when the implications of this came to him, he knew that he had to prepare Harry for the terrible things that were going to come his way. What happened to one Harry happened to the other, so when he received the scar from Voldemort, he got it in both lives. Following along that line of logic, if he died in one, then he would die in the other.

No. He refused. Albus would not let Harry’s life be dictated by chance. He made a vow a half a decade ago that he would not lose anyone else. Harry would live. His life would be full of peace and plenty. And if anyone tried to interfere with his life, then Harry would have the power, and the responsibility to stop that threat. Harry would learn from Albus’s mistakes. He would have power to protect, not to conquer and destroy.

So it was that Albus (very illegally) began to teach Harry magic. Everything that Albus knew, Harry would know. Neither Voldemort nor Face Dancer assassin would touch his student, his protégé, the boy who he was very rapidly coming to see as his grandson.

By no means however was Harry the only one learning. Albus would ask about the other life. The Imperium and its players, the Great Houses, the Bene Gesserit, the Spacing Guild, the Tleilaxu, the Mentats, anything he could think of. Harry provided all that he could and so much more. The lessons Harry received from his mother Jessica the Bene Gesserit (the concept of two lives still strained belief) and Thufir Hawat the Mentat, he passed on to Albus.

The lessons bore fruit. He was able to think more quickly and with greater clarity, and his body felt younger and more limber than it had in twenty years. Alas, he suspected there was an upper limit to what he would be able to accomplish. All the same, Albus put what he learned to great use. Furthermore, when such lessons were combined with magic, the results were stupendous. This knowledge was not something to be hoarded, so he passed what he could on to the staff of Hogwarts.

If Albus thought it had done wonders for him, it had nothing on what it had done to Minerva. She was less tired, her work was done better and more quickly. She was drinking less even. Even poor Severus seemed to be slowly healing. Spirits at Hogwarts had been raised considerably.

Years went by, and eventually, Albus gave Harry his letter of admission to Hogwarts. The smile he saw on Harry’s face was one of the happiest moments of his life. He would treasure it constantly, for he knew of the coming darkness, and soon enough, happy memories were all they would have to hold.

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Harry greatly preferred the Hogwarts Express to the Atreides transport ships. The train had color, and was full of magic if you knew where to look. The ship was rather monochromatic, and that just wasn’t Harry’s style. He was looking forward to reaching Hogwarts. He was significantly less enthusiastic about Arrakis. What could he say? He was British-Caladanian. He preferred water and rain to sand, sand, and more fucking sand.

“Don’t look so glum Harry,” Paul said clapping his little brother on the shoulder.

“This is a trap,” Harry replied, “And my skin doesn’t agree with the sun.”

The boys were rather pale, so Paul couldn’t find a real argument there.

“Picked up on that did you?” Paul asked.

“You don’t get given Arrakis without a heavy toll. The question is what’s the price and when do we pay it?” Harry said.

He was met with silence.

It was interrupted when a knock came on the door of his compartment in the train. A tall lanky red haired boy with blue eyes, freckles, and dirt on his nose opened the door.

“Do you mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full,” he said.

“Not at all,” Harry answered, closing the book on his lap.

The boy entered, shutting the door behind him. He stuck out his hand.

“I’m Ron, Ron Weasley,” he said.

Harry took the offered hand, “I’m Harry. Nice to meet you.”

“Stand by for cast off!” a deck hand bellowed within the large bay of the ship.

“No going back now,” Harry muttered.

Paul tousled Harry’s hair, his face somewhat grim, yet anxious as well.

“What are you reading?” asked Ron, pointing at Harry’s book.

“Oh! This is something Professor Dumbledore wrote. It’s an introduction to alchemy. It is one of his earlier works, so it’s… dry,” Harry said.

“Alchemy? Blimey mate, we haven’t even cast our first spells yet!”

“It’s all theoretical. Besides, don’t tell me you haven’t experimented a bit with your wand yet?” Harry mock whispered conspiratorially.

“Well, I mean… yeah. My brothers Fred and George, they showed me a spell that would turn Scabbers yellow,” Ron replied.

“Scabbers?” Harry asked.

“Hm? Scabbers? What was that Harry?” Paul asked.

Harry blushed. Keeping up two different conversations was always a challenge. He had improved significantly at it though.

“Oh nothing, just idle thoughts and made up words,” Harry said.

“Scabbers is my rat. Well, technically he was my brother Percy’s rat. Then he became a prefect and mum and dad bought him an owl,” Ron grumbled pulling a large fat brown rat out of his pocket, “He’s bloody useless. All he does is sleep.”

“Easy to take care of then,” Harry offered.

“I guess,” Ron agreed.

“You have a lot of brothers then?” Harry queried.

“Oh, yeah. I got five older brothers, that’s Bill, Charlie, they’re not at Hogwarts anymore, then Percy in fifth year and the twins Fred and George. They’re in third year. Also got a little sister, Ginny. She’ll be coming next year.”

“Sounds like a lot,” Harry said.

“It is. Mum runs ragged trying to get everything ready for us all,” Ron moaned, pulling out a sandwich from his bag, “She got it wrong again. I always tell her I don’t like corned beef.”

“It doesn’t even feel like we’re flying,” Paul mused.

“I’d prefer if we felt something,” Harry said, “It’s unnatural.”

“I bet it’s wonderful for the people who get sea sick,” Paul countered.

“An absolute delight,” Harry drawled.

“You are just a bundle of joy today aren’t you?” Paul said.

“We’re leaving home for something foisted upon us. I don’t like it Paul,” Harry admitted.

“Hey now. We’re the sons of Duke Leto Atreides. When duty calls, we answer. Arrakis will not be our end,” Paul said, though whether it was for Harry’s benefit or his own hidden doubts, Harry could not say.

Paul had been acting strange after his test with the Reverend Mother a while back. Something had spooked him, and Harry felt like something was lost that could never again be recovered. All the same, he considered it a small victory that the Reverend Mother had deemed him too young for whatever test she’d given Paul. He still didn’t like how she had looked at him, like he was something unpleasant smeared on the bottom of her shoe.

Harry sighed.

“Something wrong?” Ron asked.

“Oh nothing, just tired. I’ve been moving houses for the last month. It’s exhausting,” Harry said.

The compartment was burst open rather rudely. A girl with frizzy brown hair and large front teeth intruded. She was huffing slightly and her face was flushed red.

“Excuse me, but have either of you seen a toad around? A boy named Neville has lost one,” she exclaimed, making no effort to introduce herself.

“I have not, but we can keep an eye out,” Harry said, cutting Ron off.

“Oh, thank you,” she said, backing out into the corridor and shutting the door.

Ron’s face scrunched up a bit in thought, “Even if we find this toad while the door is shut, how are we going to find this Neville person?”

“At the sorting ceremony I’d imagine,” Harry said.

Ron nodded.

The boy was about to speak when the door burst open again. Harry was annoyed that people had no sense in knocking. Ron had managed it just fine! Was it really that hard?

In stepped a pale boy with slicked back blonde hair and a haughty sneering face. Behind him were two large boys who appeared to have all the social graces of Glossu Rabban Harkonnen.

“They say Harry Potter is coming to Hogwarts this year. Have either of you seen him?” the blonde boy demanded.

“I’ve not spoken to a Harry Potter, no,” Harry replied smoothly.

The trio didn’t waste a second of time leaving the compartment, and leaving the door wide open. Harry stood up and closed it, locking it this time.

Ron’s eyes tracked Harry as he sat back down.

“Nice one mate! He seemed pleasant. Er… have… have I been talking with Harry Potter?” Ron asked hesitantly.

Harry’s face took on a mischievous grin, “Mayhaps.”

Ron’s ears flushed red, “So, do you have the, well, you know?”

Harry pulled up his bangs revealing the lightning bolt scar.

“Wicked,” was all Ron could muster.

The ship lurched abruptly as it docked with the guild heighliner. Harry took a moment to regain his lost balance. Paul, who had been holding onto a handrail had no such issues.

“Natural enough for you oh brother mine?” Paul teased.

“Piss off,” Harry scowled.

Paul brought a hand to his heart mockingly, “Oh no! Whatever has happened to my poor little brother for him to speak in such tongues? Mother would be struck, grieving for the innocence of her lost son!”

It was petty and melodramatic and absurd, but it got Harry to laugh. Paul smiled and clapped Harry on the shoulder again.

“You said you could turn your rat yellow?” Harry inquired.

“Oh. I don’t know if it’ll work. My brothers told it to me. I never know when they’re joking or not,” Ron replied.

He pulled out an old looking wand and cleared his throat.

“Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow,” Ron incanted pointing the wand at a sleeping Scabbers.

There was a yellow flash at the tip of the wand. Scabbers woke up a newly colored rat.

“Wow. Didn’t think they were serious,” Ron said, inspecting his pet.

“With an incantation like that?” Harry asked rhetorically.

Ron nodded idly.

“Oh! What house do you think you’ll get in?” Ron said.

Harry took a moment to think. Professor Dumbledore said that he was certainly ambitious enough to get into Slytherin, but that he was also stalwart and brave enough to be a Gryffindor just as easily. There was also the Mentat training that put him in Ravenclaw territory. He was hardworking enough and loyal to House Atreides for Hufflepuff to be a legitimate option as well. Oh boy, Harry was surprised he hadn’t actually put much thought into the question.

“I mean, it’s really just a dormitory, so there are no bad choices, but I do like red and gold. And lions. You know what, I’m going to say Gryffindor,” Harry answered after a bit.

“All my family has been in Gryffindor,” Ron said, “So if I don’t get in I’ll be an embarrassment.”

“That’s a load of bollocks,” Harry said firmly.

“You think?” Ron asked a touch meek.

“Yeah. I said it before. It’s just a dormitory,” Harry affirmed.

Ron adopted a face indicating he was thinking hard. He was so entranced that he didn’t even acknowledge when there was a knock on the compartment door. Harry opened it to see a witch with a trolley full of snacks and sweets. Harry bought enough for Ron and himself. When he sat back down having shut the door and locked it once again, Ron was still deep in thought. Opting not to interrupt him, Harry divided up the haul so they both had one of each thing. Partaking of a chocolate frog, Harry resumed his reading.

He was rudely interrupted by the guild heighliner’s navigator folding space with the Holtzman effect and leaving him feeling as though he had been transfigured into a rubber duck and folded up like a bath towel.

“That was unpleasant,” Paul muttered.

Harry said nothing, instead shaking his head as though it would somehow unfold him.

It did not.

It did mean one thing though. They were now above Arrakis. The new Atreides fief felt foreign and deadly despite the fact Harry could neither see it nor had their ship even made a move to enter atmosphere and land. Not that they had to wait long, for soon after, the transport lurched and they began the descent to Arrakeen.

A sense of foreboding overcame Harry. He rejected it and began to repeat the litany of fear in his head.

“What’s all that?” Ron asked.

“This is your share,” Harry said passing Ron the pile of food.

Ron’s mouth dropped open, but he closed it after a moment.

“I, er… thanks, Harry,” he said.

“No problem,” Harry replied.

The two boys ate quietly for a while. Soon enough, an announcement made its way through the train that all students were supposed to change into their uniforms and that they would be at Hogsmeade station in less than ten minutes.

Harry and Paul made themselves presentable and offered themselves up for their father’s inspection. Duke Leto didn’t say anything, but he nodded. His face was grim, but they could both tell he felt better now that his family was there ready to face whatever came.

The ship made landfall. After a minute, the gangway lowered and the Atreides came face to face with Arrakis. Sand spat in their faces, but the bagpipes began to sound, one piece of home greeting them as they made their way onto a new world.

As Harry boarded the boat with Ron and two other children, he looked at the magical, magnificent, Hogwarts castle atop the cliff. Slowly, he began to hum the March of the Atreides.

“What’s that?” Ron whispered.

“New beginnings. They are such delicate times,” Harry said.

The boat docked in a cave.

Harry took his first step onto Arrakis/Hogwarts.

And nothing was ever the same.

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What is there to say about the relationship shared by two brothers separated for six years during the Desert War save that it was Alas’Sad alone who could stay Muad’Dib’s hand? The fabled assassin of their youth lay there at the mercy of Muad’Dib, vengeance his for the taking, and he sheathed his blade. There are those uninformed few who say it is because Alas’Sad was weak and prone to mercy, but those who know of the nature of souls and the Cloaked Shadow’s Kiss know it was anything but. Revenge is a dish best served cold as the saying goes, and it is beyond rare for ice to form on Arrakis.

from -- “Albus Dumbledore and Alas’Sad: The Legacy of Lions” by the Princess Irulan

The prophesy is a cludge-job I know, but I wasn't about to spend several days just to make it sound pretty.

I am bored of reading the same kinds of fan-fiction over and over again about the years of the war and two characters hating and falling in love with each other within the first 5 chapters. What are some fan-fics that left you going wow this one was unique and I've never read anything like it by the end of it? I know it is hard to create a story based off of an already amazing curated story but I just know there's some out there.

I hate Snape, and I want to see him bashed, at best Draco as well.

And Please, no Bashing of Ron and Hermione, thanks

This is tagged as REQUEST, not discussion.

Muggle's version of magic is far away from reality, that doesn't mean that some things are certain. However the existance of the "Third Eye" inside the magic world is nothing more than a legend born in Ancient India. Something about only those who received Shiva's blessing might open it. Of course, the many translations twisted the truth, not that anybody knows.

Basically, the existance of a third eye was nothing more than a Myth, until Harry...gods bless his luck, awakens one day of the summer of 1993...with a weird mark (that looks like an eye on his forehead and the ability to see...things...

Turns out the Potters and the Parvati are wielders of the Third Eye, the only remaining bloodlines blessed with it.

I'm looking for a fanfiction of an oc who become a dark lord not the evil kind the kind who not afraid to use dark power

“I’m telling you, it’s not ME!” Cried Tom Riddle

Dumbledore shook his head. “You cannot deny that the evidence all points in that direction. Why on Earth would you take a job at Borgin and Burkes, only to vanish from the country thereafter? Returning the precise moment that Voldemort started his campaign?”

“I swear! I swear to god! I just wanted to get a job on my own merits! It’s not my fault that the ministry only accepts purebloods! And YOU denied me a professorship! Borgin and Burkes was the only place to hire me! I left the country after saving every penny to get the experience you wanted me to get!”

“Voldemort is a parselmouth, Tom. You are the last remaining descendant of Salazar Slytherin - he tied the ability to his blood. It is impossible to be a parselmouth now without being descended from Salazar Slytherin.”

“I’m being FRAMED!”

Edit: Dumbledore sat back and sighed. “The phrase ‘I am Lord Voldemort’ can be rearranged into ‘Tom Marvolo Riddle’. It’s a perfect anagram.”

Tom stared forward, and couldn’t help it. He laughed - madly, wildly, until he started to cry. In all likelihood, he wasn’t getting out of this.

Ok, so I am remembering a fic, unfinished unfortunately, but I don’t remember the name or where I read it (definitely ao3 or ffn). The trio are in the room of requirement and they find some other rooms, with memories I think? And maybe it’s some kind of order from history or something, and they’ve always been fighting against the dark or evil or whatever. Like - back to ancient Mesopotamia, I think. And they eventually bring in Ginny and the twins and Luna.

Does this ring any bells for anyone? It was super interesting and something I definitely would’ve loved to see continued, but I think I’d just like to find it again if anyone recognizes it.

Do you know a fanfic about how Harry learns about his parents' time at Hogwarts? I would love to read his surprise at seeing little Severus and meeting him. Preferably it should be M/F and if possible, Harry should become friends with Severus or take care of him.

“Does Lupin know her?” asked Harry quickly, remembering Umbridge’s comments about dangerous half-breeds during her first lesson.

”No,” said Sirius, “but she drafted a bit of anti- werewolf legislation two years ago that makes it almost impossible for him to get a job.”

This is a story of Dolores Umbridge as she sets about drafting that bit of anti-werewolf legislation in 1993.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61517746

I'm looking for this fic I read a long time ago. I can't remember majority of it anymore but one scene that stuck with me was when the order and Harry decided to attack Voldemort before he could attack them. It was towards the end of the book and there was one scene where they were discussing strategy and Sirius, Remus and Harry were on brooms waiting to attack

Looking for any fics where Harry/Hermione are politically involved either young age or adult Example of something I enjoyed like this is New Blood

I dont remember much since its been a long time since ive read it.

I think they are arranged marriage? Forced to marry due to circumstances? I dont remember, i just remember that harry and severus are together all the time.

And then i think harry has special powers? I remember somewhere near the end when the final battle happens, voldemort did something and all of the people fainted. I think he suck out the power or life of every people. And harry needs to save them. I think it has something to do with “dragon/earth veins”??

Snape froze. He stares at Harry, but his eyes widened in shock when he saw the figure glaring back at him.

It wasn’t Harry. It wasn’t even James. No. It was much worse. As for a brief moment, there staring back at Severus Snape, was Lily. And she was giving him the very look she’d given him………on that day.

Snape knows there’s no turning back, and thus, raises his wand.

I'm writing a time travel mod!Harry (w/ SI-OC twin) and going into a route where Harry doesn't do much to change everything unlike many fic of this trope where Harry is the one who change it.

Instead I use Sirius. He found the Potter twins so early, claimed the Lordship, and now being an auror in the twins' time in Hogwarts. During pre-hogwarts I have Sirius changed laws abt the holidays into Pagans, Muggle Studies curriculum is now up-to-date with the current muggles situation, and then this cause the Board of Governors to review all subjects and made revision. For example, practical portion is a month after full theory portion or Potions class have a very strict safety procedures (inspired by chemical safety procedure).

Not only that, he founded an orphanage for children affected by the war (bc srsly there isn't any of that in the canon, right?).

Then the moment I realised this is when I'm writing the current chapter bc Sirius suggesting a muggle device to the goblin for better security 💀

I do have many other things I intend Sirius to do in future chapters as well 😔

I dunno guys, I just want to tell someone about my own realisation. Maybe some of you guys want to use this idea, who knows

Lucas Hayes was nineteen, perpetually sleep-deprived, and fluent in sarcasm.

Life hadn’t exactly handed him a golden ticket. He was an orphan who’d bounced between foster homes before finally landing in a halfway-decent situation at twelve.

He clawed his way through school on sheer determination and scholarships, surviving mostly on ramen, caffeine, and an unshakable belief that fiction was better than reality.

He wasn’t bitter, though. Well, maybe a little.

But when you grow up without a family, you learn to find comfort where you can.

For Lucas, that comfort was the Wizarding World. He loved everything about it: the magic, the friendships, the feeling that even when things were dark, there was always a glimmer of hope.

Harry Potter was the kind of character he could relate to: someone who faced the world alone but found a way to survive.

But with great fandom came great frustration.

Nothing annoyed Lucas more than bad fanfiction. He could tolerate weird pairings, cheesy plots, and grammar, so bad it needed an exorcism.

But there was one story that haunted him like a poltergeist with a personal vendetta: “The Ophelia Chronicles”.

The premise? Harry Potter had a twin sister named Ophelia Lillian Potter.

But instead of sharing his cupboard-under-the-stairs misery, she was adored by the Dursleys.

When Dudley turned nine, Ophelia ran away, got adopted by Lucius Malfoy's brother , who apparently was just as rich, just as evil, but twice as willing to adopt random orphans. Because why not? Logic was for losers.

And she somehow became the dark magic queen of the universe. She was perfect, powerful, and about as likeable as a mosquito at 2 a.m.

She even married Draco Malfoy—her cousin, because genetics clearly took a vacation in this story.

Lucas hayes hated it. Not just because it was bad, but because it felt like an insult to everything he loved about Harry Potter.

The fandom community agreed. “The Ophelia Chronicles” was so infamous that mentioning it in a forum was like invoking Voldemort’s name.

One particular Friday night, after a brutal week of pretending to care about college assignments, Luca was in his dorm room, sprawled across his unmade bed.

A half-eaten pizza languished on his desk, next to a stack of textbooks he’d heroically ignored all week. He scrolled through his favorite Harry Potter forum, looking for some mindless entertainment.

The thread title caught his eye: “Fanfic Disasters Hall of Fame”.

He snorted. This oughta be good.

WizardSlayer1994: Remember that fic where Harry turned into a giant squid and dated the Whomping Willow?

MagicMike27: Classic. But it still doesn’t beat Ophelia Lillian Potter.

Ravenclaw_Rebel: Ugh, Ophelia. The human equivalent of a Mary Sue smoothie blended with pure cringe.

HogwartsReject: She’s like if Voldemort and a reality TV star had a baby.

LucaTheSnarkLord: I swear, if I had a Galleon for every cliché in that fic, I’d buy the Ministry of Magic and fire everyone.

The replies came fast.

MagicMike27: “I’m Ophelia, the most powerful witch ever!” Shut up, girl, you were adopted by a guy who uses peacocks as lawn decorations.

Ravenclaw_Rebel: Her wardrobe was 90% black leather. Did she shop at “Hot Topic for Dark Wizards” or what?

LucaTheSnarkLord: Honestly, if I woke up in that dumpster fire, first thing I’d do is stop Ophelia from ruining the plot.

He chuckled as he hit send. The idea of waking up inside that terrible story was ridiculous.

He glanced at the time: 2:07 a.m. He yawned, tossing his phone onto his nightstand, where it landed with a clatter next to a coffee mug that read “Mischief Managed”.

“Stupid fanfiction,” he muttered, pulling his blanket over his head. “Glad that nightmare isn’t real…”

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So this is my first ever HP fanfic and I've only uploaded two chapters so far, but I want to make sure I don't make any mistakes from the start. So I would appreciate some feedbacks and criticism 🫡

(Ps already nervous😭)

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/368730144?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=srslyneedtherapy

I would like to read some fanfics that include an OC/self-insert Hogwarts student who is integrated into the main canon story. The OC/insert does not replace any of the canon characters but instead interacts with them and participates in the key plot points that occurred in the books and movies.  

I would prefer fanfics that don't majorly diverge from the canon story; some minor changes are okay.

I would like to hear all your fan made spells I'll go first

Arma exploders It causes the targets a to spontaneously explode into a fine paste it is a complicated spell that is only taught to 7 years at first but it was out lawed in 1986, 10 years after its creation it is the true 4th unforgivable curse.

I really want to read a fanfic I once read it was really different than what I normally read. It was about Harry was an auror and something happened to his memories that caused him to think he was married to Daphne or maybe it was Pansy I am not 100% but anyway he thinks he's married to one of them and goes to their house and doesn't know. She doesn't tell him because she's shocked at first and then because she doesn't want it to end. basically that's the big thing. Please please please help me to once more find this fic it was really amazing. Thanks!

Smiling inwardly at the thought of meeting his half-giant friend, he opens the door, only to freeze in shock as he sees exactly who the visitor is.

"Good evening, young man." A man dressed in elegant black suit says as he looks down at Harry with small smile "I am Professor Tom Riddle, Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher and Head of Slytherin house at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We have much to discuss."

Hey all!

I am officially looking for a Beta Reader/Editor for my fanfics. I need someone to help look over my stories that I've already got written, some are posted but I can easily take them down and put them back up as new and improved versions. I've also got a number of WIPs going on. For the sake of full disclosure, I do have a completed novel length fic that is slowly being posted but definitely could use most of the chapters looked over for consistency and content. And I also have a planned series of rewrites in progress as well.

I would very much appreciate it if you're fluent in English and have a decent understanding of grammar, puncutation, etc. Obviously I'm writing Harry Potter fanfic primarily, but there is some crossover with other properties, so a wide breadth of pop culture knowledge would be very helpful, but not necessarily required. This is also because I tend to make references in the fics themselves to other things, either through direct dialogue, internal dialogue or prose occassionally.

I know that I have life and work so I assume you do as well, I'm not expecting this to be your job, it isn't mine, it's just for fun. I am in the Eastern Time Zone so it would be helpful if we can chat live but it is by no means a requirement.

There are links to my fics pinned in my profile. I do primarily write canon character/original character pairing (Hermione/OC) but I do branch out occassionally into other pairings as well. Feel free to have a look at my works, let me know if you're interested in helping me out!

Harry: Stares at Snape. Snape: Stares back at Harry. The entire classroom is uncomfortable as the tension is clear in the air. Finally Harry breaks the silence. Harry: "Sir, I have a question." Snape: he narrows his eyes. "Yes Potter?" Harry: "Did you lose a bet with a funeral home, or is dressing like an overcooked bat your aesthetic?"

Famous Olde Ways in fics but they are actually old. So old they predate life in the planet, planet itself, its star, and many more things.

Out of nowhere, all the goblins in Gringotts bowed to him, their earlier hostile attitude replaced by deference and politeness.

“Of course, Heir Potter” “Whatever you want, Heir Potter” “Right this way, Heir Potter”

“Oi, you there!” one of the goblins yelled to another “Roll out the red carpet. We finally found a wizard who said the p-word.”

Harry watched as a literal red carpet was unrolled.

“Come along, Heir Potter. The goblin nation is at your disposal. Anything you want, if it’s within our power, we’ll make it happen”

“Erm, I just need some money for school supplies. I think Hagrid said two hundred should do…”

“Of course, Heir Potter. Here you go, this money purse has an extension charm built into it, and we’ve already filled it with the two hundred thousand galleons you requested.”

“Wait, two hundred thousand? Do I even have-”

“Not to worry, Heir Potter, your trust vault has been automatically refilled from the main Potter vault.”

“Um… Thanks?” Harry took the offered coin purse, since he didn’t know what else to do.

“And Heir Potter, please allow us the honor of creating a meal plan for you. Our nutritionists would be more than happy to help.”

“Huh? Meal plan? You have nutritionists here? I thought you guys were a bank.”

“We are, but we have a policy of keeping a few nutritionists on staff in case any of our valued clients happen to be malnourished.”

“Does… that happen often?”

“No, not particularly,” the goblin answered, “But we like to be prepared.”

Just something like the title says nice and loving Dumbledore with Harry as the main character

M/M ships pls if any no F/M

If there's any explicit or mature scenes just bottom harry

NO Dumbledore/Harry please!

And I'm not really in a drarry mood sorry =<

Ao3 or fanfiction.net is fine I can use both