AmethystMortem
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The final battle is fought, and the Dark Lord gets captured. The ministry holds a trial for Voldemort, but after his sentencing, he gets hit with the killing curse, but survives. Kingsley had suspected this, as he had received a letter before the trial.
A letter which tells him that without killing Harry Potter, Voldemort will continue to live. With many problems, Kingsley needs an easy way out just once. Just one easy way.
So he gets Harry Potter killed.
Or!
Harry gets screwed over, and the moment two killing curses hits both Harry and Voldemort, Death gets involved to help its master and its master’s soul bound.
So, the two of them get thrown into the past, hand in hand, back to Harry’s fourth year.
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Madara’s last wish was granted. He got his second chance in life to drink with Hashirama as friends. And this time around... this time, he would do nothing.
He didn’t expect that doing “nothing” would result in him having a kid with goddamn Senju Tobirama!
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Bullet, brain and... Blade? by Anyacad0
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
19 Dec 2025
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Two things happen. First, Boothill’s phone pings. Another message from Dan Heng, most likely, so he pulls it out to reply.
Second, the faint smoke of Blade’s distractibility solidifies, sharp-edged and purposeful, into a stare that latches onto something across the room. He laughs, disbelief hollowing out the amusement, and Boothill turns around to see what the issue is, but something else catches his eye-The face of a friend he hasn’t seen in a good while, and a complicated expression he can’t even begin to decipher.
Boothill invites a new friend and an old friend to help him bust some IPC ass. It doesn't go quite how he planned. Still, maybe things will turn out even better this way…?
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It still cramped for every step he took, this new and tender organ, as Harry walks to his death, to the imprisoned monster, not as the jailer he's been for the past year, not even as the prophesied enemy, the bitter rival to the defeated Dark Lord, but as death's bride, tasked with gathering the seed of his enemy in his tender womb, nurture a life.
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨?
Seduce the imprisoned Dark Lord into spilling his seed in Harry’s magically grown womb to bind them to each other under the magical laws of marriage—a surer prison than any cage, jail, or fortress.
𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?
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according to the prophecy, Voldemort can only die by Harry Potter's hands but Harry cannot use the Killing curse. The ministry improvises with a.... unique solution.
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Feels Like We Had Matching Wounds by orphan_account
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
04 Aug 2023
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When faced with the decision to go back or move on, Harry hesitates. His heart twists in his chest as he glances back at the squalling, writhing fragment of Voldemort’s soul that he’s unknowingly nurtured for almost as long as he’s lived. Harry can still hear Dumbledore's words echoing inside his head, “Something beyond either of our help.” But… Is he really? How many times has Harry heard those very same words whispered among the residents of Little Whinging? How many similarities has he seen between himself and Tom Riddle ever since his second year, ever since he first wrote in that diary, despite Dumbledore’s assurances to the contrary?
Hagrid whisks him away from an abusive home and hexes his cousin for eating Harry’s birthday cake. Dumbledore believes the words of abusive caretakers and sets Tom Riddle’s precious few belongings on fire. If Harry wasn't who he is, then would they have believed the Dursleys over him? Would they have done the same thing to him? He doesn't know. The thought frightens him.
Harry picks up the fragment of Voldemort's soul, cradling the unnatural-looking baby in his arms as he walks forward. He boards the train.
He wakes up in his cupboard.