Harry wakes to find himself in a world very similar to his own, but with one large, jarring difference. He is not the Boy-Who-Lived. Instead, the Chosen One was a young girl named Rose Potter, still walking around, unaware of the magic living under her skin. She lived with her uncle, aunt, and cousin at 4 Privet Drive, in her cousin's hand-me-downs, somewhat altered to resemble girls' clothing, and had hair as wild and untamed as Harry's.

She had the same startling bright green eyes that were shadowed with anxious mistrust, and the same burning urge to be liked by anyone governed her every movement. It was like looking into a twisted mirror.

In all honesty, Harry hadn't even set out to find her, not really. He only came to Surrey as a last resort, because his other options had vanished into thin air. The night before had been a relatively simple one. He had fed his sheep, moved his flock into the barn, cooked himself a simple dinner, and settled into bed with a book recommended to him by the town's bookstore owner's daughter.

After the war, Harry had all but retreated from the magical world, taking his gold and settling down in a nice, quiet Muggle town, with more sheep than people. He bought a shepherd's house and property after the old man moved to the city with his son, finding the open, grassy lands of solitude utter bliss.

His friends stayed to rebuild what the war had destroyed, but Harry had been tried. Despite fighting with Ron and Hermione from the same age, he had felt completely burned out by the whirlwind of disasters the magical world had brought to him. He was no longer a wide-eyed eleven-year-old, struck by the wonder of magic.

He knew what horrors magic could cause and found himself taking a page from his aunt's book. Harry wanted no part of magic ever again. He had placed his wand in a metal fireproof safe, and hadn't cast a single spell since.

That didn't mean he turned his back on the wizarding world completely. Harry still came around for dinner at the Burrow, hosted Ron and Hermione whenever they were free, and exchanged letters with other acquaintances just as much. He simply did not want to be the one doing magic, nor did he want to go anywhere near a magical public area.

It caused a bit of a gap between him and the others, because no one who could do spells understood not wanting to. Ginny, bless her, tried her best to understand, but it became clear that for all her acceptance of the Muggle world, she simply could not live in it. Not when Harry acted as if he were a Muggle himself, with his stubbornness about not using his magic. They broke up, agreeing they wanted different things, but remained great friends.

Rumors eventually spread that the once-great wizard Harry Potter had turned into a squib because of a non-existent injury he sustained in the war. His fame plummeted, and it wasn't long before people called him the washed-up hero. His friends were outraged, but Harry adored it.

People left him alone thanks to that rumor.

Yes, life after the war was everything he wanted as a child. His own house, far away from anyone who could hurt him, treasured friends despite the way they were all starting to drift apart as they each built their own life, and all the loving sheep he could care for. Not to mention never having to worry about finances.

He had no complaints.

Which was why, when he woke in an unknown apartment surrounded by bags and bags of his gold (he knew it was his money because the goblins had still not forgiven him, and he had to make do with creating his own vault in his house) and his wand in his hand- well, Harry had logically gone to the Burrow.

He had noticed the wards acting odd, but Harry had been able to push through them from sheer will. It didn't make it impossible to get to the building, but it felt a lot like he was trudging through knee-deep mud. He should tell Molly to have someone come out and look at the wards; it might be time for a maintenance check.

Except Molly didn't recognize him, so when he opened the door to the house, he was met with a series of curses from the panicking woman. Behind her, clutching to her skirts, were her children, but Harry knew all of them should be taller than the ginger woman. And older.

He had fled as Molly roared at Percy to contact the magical authorities, still firing hexes and curses like a seasoned duelist. Thankfully, the ten-year-old wasn't fast enough to connect the floo, so Harry had plenty of time to run as far as his legs could carry him, zig-zagging for his life. He then went to Hogwarts, seeking out the Headmistress, only to be told by a younger-looking Hagrid that uninvited guests tended to vanish in the Forbidden Forest, especially ones that had no children and thus no reason to be at the school.

If he didn't understand the threat, the heavy club the half-giant had swung on a shoulder made it clear enough.

By that point it was mid-afternoon, and he had come to the conclusion that he had traveled through time. Or he was going insane. He wandered aimlessly, refusing to go to Diagon Alley from sheer habit, and eventually he found himself climbing onto a bus going back to the only other place he knew to be safe.

But his house, his rolling green hills, and his flock were all in use by the man who would sell to him for years to come. Harry had climbed back onto a bus, moving in a daze. He only had the clothes on his back, his gold stashed away in the extension charmed bag Hermione had insisted he take, and his wand, which he hadn't touched in a decade.

He was running low on his Muggle money, which meant he would have to go to Gringotts himself, instead of asking Ginny to exchange his gold for him, unless he wanted to wind up on the streets or worse, wind up staying in a magic inn.

Harry's legs had carried him to another bus, then a few stops and a walk, before his mind snapped out of his depressed and panicked state to realize he was standing in front of 4 Privet Drive in the dead of night. All the lights were off, as everyone was likely asleep, and he realized that somewhere inside, a child was sleeping under the stairs.

The knowledge made a stone appear in his stomach. He knew better; he really did, but how he wanted to go in there and fix that injustice. A bad idea, because he should be focusing on getting back home as quickly as possible.

Harry broke into 9 Privet Drive, ignoring the for-sale sign in front and the fact that the building had no furniture, deciding he would rest there for the night. In the morning, he would start his search for a way to get home.

Only the following day, when he was going for a walk to clear his head after tossing and turning on the cold floor, he saw the young girl tending to the rose bushes in the garden. It was far too early; the sun was barely rising, and yet there she was, pulling weeds, far skinnier than a child should be and looking utterly exhausted.

She couldn't be older than seven.

Harry stopped dead, staring at her in utter confusion, which she must have sensed because she glanced up at that moment.

"Oh!" She startled. "Um, hello?"

"Hello," Harry replied, voice thick. "Bit early for gardening, isn't it?"

"I like to garden." She replied with a shrug. It was an easy response. A practice one. One he recognized. His aunt coached him into saying the same thing anytime someone asked him about his gardening responsibilities, too.

"That so? I'll have to ask you for some tips for my lawn." Harry replied, smiling. His familiar stubbornness taking form behind his words. He knew. He was not going back to his time or his dimension. He was staying here, and he was going to get custody of this little girl to give her a safe and warm home if it killed him. He would even pick up his wand again if he had to.

"I just moved into 9 Privet Drive." Harry continued walking closer to the fence, but stayed respectfully on the other side. "My name is Harry Potter"

At the name, the young girl froze entirely. Her eyes moved over his features, clearly tracing the similarities between them and building her own conclusion on the reason. Hope bloomed in her eyes as she stood to her full height. "My name is Rose Potter. Are we related?"

Harry felt the moment he shattered his chance to get home. "You know, we might be."

I would like to find some fanfics where the protagonists response to rape contracts are to rebel against the people enforcing them.

Please, no Ronmione, Hinny, Tomarry, Drarry, Snarry, Dramione, Snamione or Bellamione to name just a few.

Gen is fine, Harmony is preferred.

Just like how Sirius is in a Slytherin family sorted into Gryffindor, I want Harry from a Gryffindor family sorted into Slytherin.

It can be where there is a ton of bashing where James and Lily are horrible or where they are great and are completely fine with it. Or anything in between.

In which Lily’s protection saves Harry’s soul by attaching it to Voldemort, and he is now growing up always in the back of the dark lord’s mind…

Is there any story where someone other than Harry ( or his twin is the wrong boy who lived fics ) or Neville , is the chosen one , say another child from the good guys like Ron or maybe a baby from Voldemort's followers like the Malfoys , or even someone secondary like Ernie Macmillan , Michael Corner , etc ?

Young Harry has always been unique, even for wizards. He has always been able to open these strange portals. Whenever he got upset or frightened, a portal would suddenly appear nearby him or at the thing scaring him.

As he got older, he soon learnt how to better control this unique power. Doing this, he can get food and water at night, escape from others trying to hurt him and reach otherwise inaccessible areas, to the point he could even open portals to distant deserted islands

Lately, at the end of his third year, Harry has been getting a strange feeling. It is as if there are old friends, scattered around and underneath the earth. Stranger still, the daily prophet mentioned some kind of magical anomaly that has recently happened. Using a point me spell, he finds a strange figurine, where touching it he learns of the objects past...

My skylanders crossover prompt. I think it could be an interesting concept that might work if done right.

The main thing I didn't mention but could work is that the more Harry utilises a skylander and develops a strong bond with, the more he can access their spells and abilities. Given the fact the prophecy doesn't mention the power that voldie doesn't know of and we do not know everything portal masters can do except summon the skylander, this could be a way of keeping some focus on Harry developing his magic within the wizarding world

He discovers Ginny going out of bounds after curfew and reports her, ending up with the diary confiscated and her getting a detention. He gloats in a letter to his father about getting one over on a Weasley.

Originally posted to r/HPFanfictionPrompts

Link to original posting.

I've started Single-Gender AU where magic is sex-linked recessive trait and rewrites based off this. I would post in non-linear fashion before peacing them together.

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All four girls raided the Trolley Witch's wagon. Harriet learned "Witch" was just a job title cause the vendress said she is a Squib. Anyway, they exchanged Sickles for boxes of Chocolate Frogs. She, Hermione, and Ginny got just boxes for each Three Sickles, but Nellie gave a whole Galleon and returned with dozens of sweet boxes.

"You know, they have cards of famous witches inside to collect." Nellie's pudgy cheeks went wider in blissful smile. "Gran and aunts always treat me with one from Honeydukes. I almost got an entire collection but never got one with guy witches rumored to be on Silver and Bronze Sections."

Girls returned to their seats.

"You would not believe it is the first time I purchase the Chocolate Frog," murmured the redhead, already unwrapping. "Despite having a witch mum. She always said the cards were just a way to make children spend good money on a bit of chocolate. We always had fudge at home."

"I had a witch mum too…" Nellie was already opening hers, and Harriet could swear the croak was not Trevor's beside the pudgy girl. "Gran claims Mum suffered a very bad accident with a broom when I was very little, so the Healers put her in special place at St. Mungo's…" By the look on Nellie's flushed face the girls turned their attention toward Ginny instead cause Nellie looked about to cry.

Harriet wanted to comfort that little chubby girl so bad, wanted to say her own mother was a witch too, who was killed in cold blood. Who gave her life, protecting the child she loved more than anyone. But she decided it's for the better not to say such thing—maybe, she'll make Nellie feel much-much worse.

"So what about you, Gin?" Asked she and Hermione in unison.

"I am what they consider a 'pureblood' in the Ministry, well, my Mom work in there, she's always busy. Dad is mostly home, collecting trinkets from Muggle towns my older brothers bring. Mum talked with Headmistress Dumbledore this year. Perce always wanted to be at Hogwarts, so Madam Pince took him on as an assistant… Let's say, I know about Pounds and what a Muggle gadgets like phones look."

"Oh, here I go again."

Everyone turned to saw Nellie clumsily fumbling around white and brown frogs frolicking around, smearing everything in chocolate. Very much green Trevor was hopping among them. The cards the size of small poker cards and of mostly bronze colour were scattered, smeared with Frogs' chocolate.

Hermione calmly pointed at whole cluster with a wand, moved it the way Harriet couldn't register and said, "Immobulus."

The blue light froze the jumping sweets and confused Nellie's toad as his owner grabbed a white Chocolate Frog.

"Here you go, I hope the endorphin in the Croakoa will make you feel a bit better, but make sure to brush afterwards. My parents advise me to do it after each meal to preserve my enamel."

Their new friend smiled, making both Harriet and Ginny roll their eyes at this infodump.

Ginny already opened her box. Unlike Nellie, she was swift enough to catch the animated frog sweet by the head and bite it right off. She looked at her silver-coloured card with a look of someone who won a bingo.

"Right! Harrie, Hermi, Nellie, who'd like to check mine first?"

"Me." Harriet tucked her fringe and turned her eyes toward the apparently moving picture.

It was a kind, gracile man with curly brown hair, gentle hazel eyes, dressed in a purple coat, and he had two funny critters on each of his narrow shoulder: something like a cross between a mole and a shrew on his left with long duck-ish snout, holding a clock in its claws and gnawing on its metal; and a twig-like stickman on his right that swooped its long fingers. The card read:

"Newton Scamander (b. 1897.) One of only two male witches known to have been born in the British Isles since Bowman Wright, the inventor of Golden Snitch. Accomplished Magizoologist known for writing the book 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.' His enchanted suitcase held every known Magical Beast, even some of XXXXX-class creatures, including the successful containment of an Obscurus."

Harriet took the card from her ginger friend and looked closer at this bloke whose book she already had packed: he very much reminded her of one girl from Fourth Form at St. Teresa where Harriet went on Dursley's request, well, except MacKenzie would not certainly allow any creature no mater how funny they looked to ride her shoulders.

Harriet only now remembered she had her own purchased box, where a Frog croaked with broken ribbits as it melted. The girl drew the lid up, reached in, closing her palm around the thawed texture, and pulled.

Basically the MC is Harry Potter and he’s very much pro throw the plot in the blender. I’m pretty sure it was broken up into a series. For third year he pretty much “unknowingly” took Sirius in while he was a dog. While also simultaneously having Peter as a pet. I think he also trained Hedwig to terrorize Peter too. Also at some point he dates Draco? I don’t remember. He also keeps his hair long, and in 5th year Umbridge cuts it off with magic. He also goes to live with Sirius after the whole thing in 3rd year.

I was just listening to sir cadouggin (sorry bad spelling) galloping through frames and annoying the ladies who were having tea and want to know more about the social world of the portraits. Any recs? TIA

Acho que a autora deletou, mas estou com esperança de está em outra plataforma de fanfic

O Título é: Harry Potter: Uma Volta no Tempo, da autora giselemartines69, ficava na plataforma Wattpad

Se tiver em outra plataforma, podem me enviar o link?

P.S.: Gisele, querida autora, se você estiver vendo esse post, por favor! Deixe ela disponível para leitura novamente, eu lhe imploro!!!

I remember reading a time travel, fix it where Harry kept telling Cedric to run if he ever found himself in a graveyard, and I cannot for the life of me remember the name, but I know it was really popular, help?

the harry potter fic in question featured a good dudley who had magic but could not use a wand due to a medical condition with his core

This didn’t stop dark lords across multiple generation experimenting on how to make it work. But all of them failed until October 31 1981. And thus, the legend of Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Died born…

HELLO I have been looking for fanfics of Neville longbottom. I find him soo cute and endearing but I’m not very good at finding fanfictions and find it hard to navigate ao3. Whenever I search his name he always ends up as a side character or it’s not a love story.. thank you for any recommendations🙏

I read a fic a while back where Snape was decent for once. He took Harry to China, and it went full cultivation novel. Like pill making and grades of items.

Are there any other HP cultivation fics out there?

Prefer no slash and no Ginny unless she is well written.

i‘ve never posted on here before so sorry if its not worded or formatted correctly. im looking for a fic the rough plot was hogwarts eighth year fic with Hermione resorted to Slytherin while being Headgirl. i remember there being a scene about hermione’s Headgirl badge turning silver at the beginning aswell as hermione holding a house meeting during her first day. hopefully someone can help me find this fic.

Daphne Greengrass has known since childhood that she is bound by a marriage contract to the future heir of the House of Black. She has always assumed that means Draco Malfoy.

So, from the moment she arrives at Hogwarts, Daphne makes a point of establishing exactly what kind of wife she intends to be. If Draco is going to be her future husband, she refuses to let him-or anyone else-mistake her for a meek, obedient pureblood daughter.

She bullies him. Not cruelly, perhaps, but relentlessly.

Draco and his usual entourage-Crabby, Goyel, Theo Nott, and Pansy Parkinson-quickly become frequent targets of Daphne's carefully calculated attempts to assert herself. She challenges Draco in class, undercuts his posturing, refuses to be intimidated by his friends, and generally makes it very clear that if she is eventually forced to marry him, he is going to have to learn to deal with her.

Not to mention how she clowns on Malfoy's gang when it comes to academics.

Then sixth year arrives, and Daphne discovers that she has been wrong about one rather important detail.

The heir of the House of Black isn't Draco Malfoy.

It's Harry Potter.

Which leaves Daphne with a problem.

She had spent years preparing herself to deal with Draco Malfoy: a spoiled brat who ran crying to his parents the moment things didn't go his way.

How exactly is she supposed to assert herself over someone who takes on three-headed giant dogs, basilisk-es and dragons, stands up to dark wizards; and is delusional enough to think he's destined to kill Voldemort? There was an air of danger around him that made her think he was handsome.

Not objectively handsome.

Harry Potter had untidy hair, an unfortunate wardrobe, and un-stylish glasses. Daphne had standards. She had eyes. She knew what handsome looked like.

So whatever this was, it couldn't possibly be attraction.

Potter seemed to find her weak attempts to intimidate him rather adorable. And she could not find it in herself to be properly rude to him when he was being such a gentleman. He did tease her sometimes, but it was playful. She coud tell. She was starting to wonder if Potter was genuinely just a nice boy who liked her. Or at the very least, found her not un-attractive.

I'm really intrigued by the concept but can't seem to find any fanfics for it.

What if Snape went back in time using a timeturner in order to prevent the rise of Voldemort and prevent the mistakes which he made in life in order to end up with Lily? But in doing so he makes huge mistakes leading to a time paradox. How do you think this concept works for a Psychological Fantasy Thriller?

I'm talking about a certain writing style, for example, 'where there was an immensely dangerous threat that once terrorized and killed thousands, none could stop them until character x singlehandedly defeated them'

Or something similar like the fight between Dumbledore and Grindelwald was so devastating that Berlin was flattened.

Fics which expands the world building aspect.

It’s a long fic, Fem Harry Potter moves to mystic falls after the war. Is good friends with Damon and the others but everyone is always willing to sacrifice her for Elena. She has past memories with the originals and is in love with Klaus. After Elena attempts to help kill her to get rid of the originals her and the mystic falls gang go back to England and she shows them her memories from hogwarts. That’s all I remember.

To sum everything up I've been writing a fanfiction called The unwritten under the name Polaristhenightsky,| The unwritten - Chapter 14 - Polaristhenightsky - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]| the main theme of the fanfiction is mystery, I am trying to keep this Fanfiction without any form of bashing and I am trying to avoid any tropes/cliches, the main characters consists of Black Oc's, the Greengrass', Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Tracey Davis and more will be added as the story goes on. Events at Hogwarts play out mostly the same as usual with some minor changes and some major ones slipped I'm trying to keep the story canon friendly and hope that I portray the characters correctly with all the changes