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What happens when Harry realises what his 'friends' have taken from him?
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There is a picture in one of the books of a worn young man, heavily scarred with gentle eyes. Remus Lupin, he is identified as. The man who was watching Charles, and presumably Harry. The man who died defending them. Harry traces his fingertips over the man’s face and wonders.
And then he stops, and reels all those thoughts into a tangled knot and tucks it away.
They didn’t want him; that’s fine. He doesn’t want them either.
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Alternatively; Harry James Evans is Sorted Slytherin, desperate to stay hidden from the family that gave him up so many years ago. Severus Snape owes debts to a child presumed dead and the child's tormented godfather; and now he has a cunning, paranoid snake to charm all without tipping anyone else off to the boy's true identity.
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The sheriff dang well knows his kid is lying to him.
He wants answers, and answers to all the unexplainable stuff that has been happening in his town.
He just didn't expect to get answers by saving a baby in the woods.
So now, he is raising a baby werewolf, dealing with his son dating a werewolf, and why does Peter Hale - another flipping werewolf - keep looking at him like that?
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Rickon Stark-Master of Death by Bellaromanza
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Game of Thrones (TV)
12 Nov 2025
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Harry was reborn as Rickon Stark, and once his mother Catelyn left he and Bran alone, he decided to use the magic that he'd neglected in this new life. Because he wasn't losing anymore of his family, not again.
So, I've been banging at this for months and I'd finally had enough. It's not polished, or betaed, and it's fluffy as hell. Just roll with it.
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“Look,” Thorin said to Dwalin, after the halfling had miraculously survived a hundred foot fall and caught up with them after escaping a mountain full of ravenous goblins, the entire company had been cornered on a cliff by wargs and set fire to the trees they were on, Thorin himself had managed to avoid getting decapitated, and the whole lot of them had gotten an unexpected ride by oliphant-sized talking eagles. The halfling was still bubbling happily nearby, his stupidly beautiful eyes wide open and fawn-like. “Look,” Thorin said again, a little more firmly. “There’s something not right about all this.”
“Mahal, not this again,” said Dwalin.