BlueBirdsAreAwkward
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It was never Draco’s intention to raise Sirius Black from the dead.
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15 Jun 2026
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Harry was just about to escape Malfoy Manor when he was struck by an unknown curse, sending him falling headfirst into a world where there is no war, no Voldemort and his parents are alive. Stuck there, he finds himself able to experience a life he could have never imagined.
Although this world is everything he ever could have dreamed for, he finds that it’s harder to shake off the clutches of war than he would have thought, especially when he’s surrounded by ghosts.
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During the battle at the department of mysteries, Harry follows Sirius through the veil. He arrives at a strange, alternate version of his world where there is no Voldemort, his parents are still alive, and there is already a Harry Potter in existence.
With every face a familiar stranger and his real friends out of reach, Harry must now navigate building all of his relationships from scratch— all while recovering from the scars that his own war-torn world has left behind.
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“Need help?” Cedric asked. He asked him.
Harry did not reply, instead swerving around in search of his younger self. He did not spot him anywhere though.
“Harry?”
“Are you talking to me?” Harry asked incredulously.
“Yes?” Cedric asked. He must have seen something in his expression then, because the next thing he said was: “It’s alright, portkeys can be quite disorienting. Take your time.” But that was just it, Cedric shouldn’t have been seeing anything in his face. Not if-
And then Cedric touched him. Just a hand pressed gently against Harry’s shoulder, warm and firm.
Their magic collided, causing a spark. Cedric snatched his hand away. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” But it was too late for that. Harry was already startled. He was way beyond startled now.
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A time-travel fix-it fic nobody asked for.
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Playing with Dark Magic was like playing with fire, sooner or later a person got burned. Tom can’t help himself, he likes the way that the matches feel in his hands. He likes the way the smoke twirls upward, the heat, the intensity. It makes him feel alive, with its promise of power and ability to wipe the slate clean. Cleanse all the things that have ever wronged him, comfort him with the knowledge what he has gained will never be taken from him. Except his wonderful fire has finally scorched his hand and sent him to an unknown future, where it's in ruin, and the person that he thought would never betray him... has become nothing but a snake-faced monster.
Harry gets more than he bargained for when the Order accidentally rescues Tom Riddle on a raid. He looks just like he has stepped out of the diary and into 1998. The smug egotistical bastard... just might be the end of him….And well... Harry just might be okay with that...