Harry Potter's life has been a lie since he was three years old, the day where his mother was mysteriously killed. Since then, Harry has been posing as a woman to protect him from those wishing to do him harm. But, yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for him.

There is a world. A world where there is no such thing as time. A world that mirrors reality. A world where there is no day or night. There is no sun and there is no moon. There is only that world and those who live there. There is only that world and Harry Potter whom can't decide whether he prefers his dreams to Reality, as the world he called home thinks him to be mad.

Perfection is not something born. It's something cultivated and created. Perfection is made. Perfection is a lie. It's nothing but a mask for everything sinful and wicked that lurks just beneath the surface. Rose Weasley, Albus Potter, and Scorpius Malfoy are perfect. Except when they're not.

Harry Potter is screwed. He had no idea that he would find a handsome man in his bed when he wakes up; already late for his first day at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies as a trainee. He had no idea that his mom's ex would have an axe to grind and that the handsome man in his bed that morning was his boss, Tom Riddle, Head of Spell Damage. Like I said, Harry is screwed.

In a world called Albion, there were four rulers; fair and just. That fairytale is over; a new one begins. Harry Potter is an orphan-boy, wandering through the world alone and ignorant of the power that dwells deep within him. But, soon, when the Dark Lord arrives to rip his heart out for the Queen, he learns that he is the rightful heir of a kingdom lost. Slash: HP/LV. Reposting.

Tom Riddle is a monster. Tom Riddle is a freak. Tom Riddle is a nobody. Nobody from birth, and nobody until death. It's what they all told him, but Tom Riddle has also never been good at doing what he's told. Tom Riddle is a nobody, but he's a visionary without shame and a craving for an audience. So, he'll create an audience out of the spectacle of his freakishness.

Bella Potter was happy. Until she wasn't. Bella Potter had it all. Until she didn't. Until all she had left was power that she did not want, a fate that she could not give away, a torn soul, and a millenia-old war. Bella Potter had it all. Except a way to escape fate. SEQUEL TO Inside My Mind

Dark eyes stared into the mirror at the green-eyed beauty, with jealousy and rage and a hint of madness that continued to grow. "Lips red as blood. Hair black as night. Bring me your heart, my dear, for you shall not escape my sight."

Rose and Erica are, sadly to them, known as the rulers of Gryffindor. They unknowingly choose their court and even instate a new queen from a different house. Even worse they realize they may have feelings for a friend or enemy. Sequel to RISE TO POWER!

Now it switches from the point of view of the queens to the kings of Hogwarts. In the sequel to MATRIARCHS, we get a view of what's going inside those obnoxious and quite possible naive heads. Learning that sometimes people just don't mix they don't care.

He would be there, anywhere he wished him to follow. Even if his throne crumbled, even if his brilliant crown rusted, even if the bodies piled up endlessly at his feet, he would stay beside him. Until the very end.

Non-magic! Harry Potter was always the strange one. He didn't care for wrestling or boxing. He was more interested in the finer arts. Severitus! Slash!

Samsara: noun The cycle of death and rebirth to which life in the material world is bound. Everyone is born twice. Not once. Not three times. But twice.

It started with a wand. A wand with a brother. And this brother wand, a girl shall wield. And with this girl came War. And with War, came her lover, Plague. Plague lead to his brother Death. And it all ended in Victory.

Various outtakes from my fanfiction: Inside My Mind. Featuring: Sexual harassment and sexual questions.