Voldemort's entire reputation is a lie. Far from the cold blooded murderer the entire wizarding world think him to be, thanks to a manipulative dark wizard, Albus Dumbledore, he is actually on the Light side. But after tragic events unfold, and that fateful night at Godric's Hollow, he is left to watch over his son, Harry, to protect him. Good Voldemort, father-son fanfic.
A week had gone by since Voldemort had foiled Dumbledore's attempt to modify the memories of Ron and Hermione. Ron and Hermione were still in the process of getting used to living with the man they had grown up to fear.
Side story to an AU of To Correct A Wrong (based in the DP universe) When Lord Voldemort took an 11 year old Harry from the Ministry of Magic before he could stand trial, instead of James and the Aurors rescuing Harry from Riddle manor, they lost him to Voldemort's blackmail. Five years later, James finds his son again, but can he save him from Voldemort once and for all?.
Rescuing Darkness Chapter One Warning: this story contains slash (M/M relationships), violence, rape, and bad language. Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did then I would be swimming in money instead of writing fan fiction. Voldemort strolled down Privet Drive with a smirk on his face. He had just found out that he could walk into Potter's home because of the blood they now shared. After possessing Harry in the Ministry of Magic Voldemort realises that Harry is his horcrux, but more than that he realises that they are bound together in a way that he never imagined he would be allowed to have.
he can offer Harry protection, a home, himself, but Harry gives a lot more in return to the man that should never have been able to love. Slash Harry/Voldemort.
After a second, he seemed to glow and grow bigger inside her mind. He looked around and paused. Ginny nodded. I truly appreciate your support in helping me bring this story to life! Another charm had set them alight, and all the Hogwarts house-elves appeared, loaded down with platters full of food, and the smell of sizzling meat had awakened the hunger of everyone there. They walked down the statue-lined corridor, and into the luxurious office.
Harry smiled crookedly. With less than satisfactory OWL results and a war brewing just outside the school walls, he has plenty to contend with. You are the centre of his universe, Ginny. It means "release the black death unto these worthless souls" and is used on muggles, as wizards have an immunity to it. He communicates in images, like a Muggle TV.
Ginny froze, a frown appearing on her face at the words. It must have been one of the Weasley Wheezes, he thought to himself.
One of the most amusing was a relay Quidditch race that ended up with McGonagall and Snape racing each other around the field through a course of turns and dips. His hand went to his pocket, and he suddenly looked nervous. She watched Albus walk out the door and sat across the room out of the way. Ginny looked horrified, "Sweet Merlin, No!
Just and Loyal, remember? He looked around, and blinked, repeatedly. The Prophecy? Ginny held up her hand and pulled her hair back into a ponytail, mentally apologising to her friends for ruining her hairdo. As the dragon got closer, he released his magic, wrapping it around him like a shield, and waited. This is the day we affirm our independence and gather around us the energy we need to fight.
Thankfully, he noticed Ginny switch positions, and he realised could concentrate on the game. Then, Lavender got to her feet. But Harry Potter is not the boy who lived. She leaned forward, 'till she was eye to eye with the Slytherin. You might want to think about having a cameraman and a reporter available on Monday lunchtime, perhaps having lunch at the Three Broomsticks.
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