draco malfoy & harry potter

The tattered memory of Tom Riddle sat on the porch of number four Privet Drive, pressing desperately into the horcrux housed in Harry Potter’s forehead. or In which Harry Potter is unceremoniously thrust back in time and forced to deal with Voldemort whining inside his head. At least Death had the decency to apologize.

When Harry Potter cast his first Cruciatus Curse, he was successful. In doing so, he awoke the darkness in his head. It whispers, and it's never wrong. The darkness is hungry, and won’t be denied. ‘To go in the dark with a light is to know the light. To know the dark, go dark, go without sight and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings.’

Harry found himself in the headmaster's office again. Dumbledore was staring towards the door so Harry turned around as well.Tom Riddle strode through the door and stopped in front of Dumbledore's desk. His eyes were still red but where there was a snake-faced moster with slits for a nose before there stood a man in his mid-twenties now.Riddle spoke: "Dumbledore, so nice of you to meet with me. I have a proposition for you."Dumbledore considered the man carefully before asking: "What proposition could you have that made you sure enough I would agree to it?"Riddle smirked. "I've come to offer peace." Updates can come inconsistently.

hari is done with fake friends and puppet masters. she breaks her bonds and ensures she will survive this war.

The Death Cleansers is a group that seeks to eliminate all Slytherins, regardless of whether they were involved in the war or not. Their next targets: Draco Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy, formerly known as Narcissa Black. Motivated by their shared aspiration for a brighter future, Draco and Narcissa journey back in time, only to realize that they cannot escape the consequences of their past actions.

"Are you ok?!" Draco whisper-shouted in Harry's face. Now, Harry couldn't see all that well without his glasses, but he could make out that Draco looked a bit different — his features a bit more defined with less baby fat. His voice, too, sounded a bit lower, cracking almost like Harry's does occasionally. Harry nodded his head, his mind reeling. "W-w-wha' are y-you d-doin' here?!" Harry whisper-shouted back between his smushed cheeks. "I've come to rescue you, of course!"