Harry, reborn Lyle Evans, was not intending to take his mother's place. Yet somehow, he still exists (paradoxes are odd things), and Sirius Black - should not be nearly so distracting.

Hogwarts has a long history of mysteriously disappearing students, so no-one was too concerned when the first five disappeared. The explosions were slightly concerning, and the brutal murders rather bad press. Or, what if Tom Riddle was just a little bit smarter in the Chamber of Secrets?

'Harry's eyes flared wide as a deer's before a shotgun at the headline: Britain at War."' With the secretive Colonel Black there's intrigue around every corner of the trenches and there's something about the quicksilver eyes of his git of a Commanding Officer, Draco Malfoy. Horrors are married with wonder in the mud, as Harry's thrust into carnage in a world beyond Privet Drive.

St Mungos Janus Thickey Ward, Christmas 1990. Ron Weasley is the Boy-Who-Lived, but he doesn't think his life could get much worse. Even Celestina Warbeck couldn't help fix the damage from the night Voldemort came. But Ron figured out that maybe with knitting and a whole lot of magic, life could be all right again.

Harry's been re-born as Lyle Evans. It's 1976, and he just wants to enjoy a Hogsmeade visit... but Sirius Black is annoyingly distracting. Disaster ensues.

Harry Potter is a bad ass one year old, forced to navigate the zoo called Number 4 Privet Drive with his machine gun, pet tiger and endless supply of dynamite... It's Harry vs the Dursleys, and the Dursleys are going down!

It was the front page of the Daily Prophet for a week straight, the wizarding world was left reeling in shock and Ron's great aunt Muriel died due to a shock-induced heart attack (not that Ron had really cared, he'd never liked the old bat anyway)... A Weasley was a... Ravenclaw? (And all it took was a complete and utter psychopath).

..."And the third brother greeted death as an old friend." Harry Potter knew Death well, had come so close to reaching it over and over again... And yet, as he walked to great his old nemesis, it wasn't death that he thought of - but life. And those who had controlled his. (Poem, Set during the Final Battle)

There's a road in Surrey, dark and grimy, full of memories: of tears, and screams and broken dreams for a better future. Cal is a lot of things. But happy will never be one of them.

What happens when the power the Dark Lord knew not was gone, ripped away from Harry Potter after a lifetime of maltreatment at the hands of her relatives. Possessed by Voldemort, as he returns to Hogwarts - the one place he could call home - in the last body anyone would suspect.

Harry was nothing, and Draco was a fleeting spot of light in the dark. He supposed it would never have lasted, though that didn't stop the pain when he stepped off the arch [poem]

Harry rather enjoyed wandering through the forest - ever since he'd returned as a ghost, of course - until a strange blond boy declared his destiny was to defeat a Dark Lord.

Draco wasn't sure why kissing Pansy felt so wrong, until the soft lips of Harry Potter were pressed against his.

Draco was a wild, beautiful thing, and Harry was foolish to think he had caught him. Foolish to think he wasn't just another body for Draco to fuck, simply because when Draco slept in his arms, Harry could imagine what they had was real.

They called him Freak and Demon Child, and maybe they were right. Harry Potter smiled a crooked smile, like jagged glass. Because you can only be broken so many times, before the soul's too shattered to fix.

Whenever it hurt too much to think, to breathe, she sang... she just never thought anyone would hear her. Harriet Potter realized that she'd never really met Neville Longbottom until he stumbled into her music room...

The food critics raved, there was a month long waiting list to even sample the dish, and her brother was forgotten about in the face of her success - what was defeating Voldemort when compared to creating such a delicacy? 'Yes,' Harriet 'Harry' Potter thought with a smug smile, 'Life was going good.' Or, in other words, Phoenix was the new chicken.

"Always and Forever." He'd told her. Draco Malfoy had lied.

Desdemona Lilian Potter was forgotten about by her family in favour of her brother, Charlus James Potter, the supposed 'Boy-Who-Lived'. Making a name for herself in both Hogwarts and the Wizarding World, she advances through the years. And, when her family finally notices her, will she care? (Grey, Independent, fem Harry planned to be around a K plus rating but may change.)