Harry was taken from his home to another world. Harry-...Troublesome. His soul was stuffed into a.. frankly inferior body. Harry-...No more scar then? Due to unforeseen consequences, your magic a bit wonky now, Harry, Sorry about that. Harry- che. Also no more necromancy for you. Harry- he #r@ you said, you stupid writer! Are you tired of living! Timetravelau. BL.

I put down the softest flowers for my master- lest the thorns hurt his feet. He didn't seem very fond of the colour. That is alright, variety is the essence of life after all. (Be aware of the tags. Be very, very aware. )

Harry finds himself stranded in a different time. Frantic for answers and yet still trying to stay hidden, he still catches the eye of a possessive Dark Lord. Will he find a way back or a better reason to stay? Will the Dark Lord find more than desire in his heart for the green eyed mystery? There is still a sharp eyed headmaster and a War in the horizon.

Tom's hands were made for destroying. He should never have tried to hold on to something so beautiful in the first place. He couldn't go on denying his nature for long, could he? And now, the only thing he had ever treasured in the whole world was turned to ash by his own hand.

The Dark Lord had only one weakness. And the sun would touch it unseen by anyone else. His pretty little one would never need anyone either, for the Dark Lord would sate each and every want of him. My ficlet in the IWFYITSOT universe.

He had thought his life had been good. He had heard Gods call those to Him who is most beloved. In the end however, he had been just a side-character to another story. To see firsthand the truth of a twisted love and pay for it. He did not really think God favored him at all. (NON-MAGICAL AU)

Where Harry turned his back on his heart for his duty. Dumbledore was right- Love was the greatest weapon, one that the Dark Lord should never have fathomed but then it is hardly as obvious as the colored spell from a wand.

Tom's hands were made for destroying. He should never have tried to hold on to something so beautiful in the first place. He couldn't go on denying his nature for long, could he? And now, the only thing he had ever treasured in the whole world was turned to ash by his own hand.

The Dark Lord wants to see the Boy-Who-Lived dead. He knows it to be true. Then why does his subconscious seems determined to prove him wrong? Careful what you wish for. He should have remembered that adage.

The Dark Lord wants to see the Boy-Who-Lived dead. He knows it to be true. Then why does his subconscious seems determined to prove him wrong? Careful what you wish for.

When do dreams start to be better than the real world? When does life become a dream?