merlin scars fanfiction

For more chapters patreon.com/Liamlivingstone At just seven years old, Dina Avery was imprisoned in Azkaban, becoming Sirius Black’s fellow inmate. On his first day behind bars, he discovered that "Merlin’s XX" wasn’t just an expletive—it was a real summoning ability. He could actually call upon Merlin’s powers, including but not limited to: - Merlin’s Beard - Merlin’s Stockings - Merlin’s Magic - Merlin’s Bloodline - Merlin’s Treasure From that day on, Dina relentlessly “borrowed” from Merlin’s legacy. Four years later, Dina made history as the first young wizard to receive a Hogwarts acceptance letter while in Azkaban. After being picked up by Snape, he found that his home was gone. But it didn’t matter. He was Merlin’s heir. The scum responsible for his family’s destruction would soon face justice— at the hands of the new Merlin, just like in The Count of Monte Cristo.

As Harry Potter struggles with his daily mundane life in the Dudley's household, fragmented dreams of Camelot plague his sleep. Upon recovering the full memories of his past life as Merlin, he must reconcile the boy who lived with the legendary sorcerer who shaped the magical world. Now he is equipped with ancient wisdom and forgotten power, Harry discovers that Voldemort is not the first Dark Lord he has faced, and that someone from his past may now be his most dangerous enemy. Update rate will be as usual for my novels: 6 chapters a week. This is an AU fic and will not follow the normal formula of the well known story.

At a young age Harry solves a puzzle that mystified the wizarding world for more than a thousand years. After that his life changed forever as he carved out a path entirely his own and changed the very foundation of wizarding society. This is a world far different from cannon with many changes and expansions to lore both small and large that will effect the past, and present. massively AU

"GO UP TO YOUR FUCKING ROOM!" A man, seething with anger, yelled at someone. "Now Tristian, he is your son," a woman said as calmly as she could, standing in front of the boy. "Not biologically he isn't! You had him when we got together, Diana!" Tristian said, not as loudly, but still booming throughout the house. Diana turned around and knelt down, "Can you go up to your room, sweetie?" She asked and he nodded. The boy did go up the stairs, but he didn't go to his room. He instead sat down and the top step to listen to his parents yell at each other. Diana turned back to her husband, "He was left at my doorstep one morning almost Eleven years ago, Tristian, what was I supposed to do?" "As of the current situation, I'd say you should've left it there!" He yelled back at his slowly-losing-her-patience wife. "He. Not it, he. And he is our son. Just because he's different doesn't mean we can't love him," Diana said. The Boy known as Jake Fernandes sat at the top of the stairs, crying as he listened to the people he had called his parents arguing. Right then he decided he could accept them not being his real parents because they looked after him for so long. He suddenly heard a loud bang come from down the stairs. He stood up and hurried down to see his mother laying on the ground, red liquid slowly pooling around her still form. He gasped, tears flowing from his widened eyes, then looked up to his father and saw him holding a gun. His father aimed his gun at him, but before he could pull the trigger, he started gasping for air. Tristian saw his son's eyes and they were glowing red. In his final moments, he knew that thing had to be born of the devil. There wasn't any way he could explain otherwise. Jake watched as his fathers life was slowly drained from his eyes, clutching his throat the entire time. His body spasms ceded and his father lay still, just like his mother. The entire situation was gravely taxing on his psyche. His red eyes changed back to their Blue color and before he knew it, he fell forward, passing out from recent events. Want to read advanced chapters? If you’re enjoying the story and would like early access to future chapters, please consider supporting me on Patreon: patreon.com/HalyxStark.

Xiao Zhan is a 17-year-old boy forced to grow up too fast. When Zhan was five years old, his UNCLE came home drunk. His life was never the same after that. His aunt left and his uncle blamed him. Zhan never got a break from being used like a slave; he wasn't liked by his family. He would be beaten every day. He was a quiet boy who was abused by his cousin and his friends, but he did not hurt a soul. Until he met the hybrid. WARNINGS: This story contains bullying, abuse, eating disorders, self-harm, panic disorder, harsh language, rape, and alcohol abuse. This book will be very sad but with a happy ending and please don't read it if it triggers you.

Leo Osbourne, a man dealt a terrible hand in life, is given a second chance. Donning the name Oz, he embarks on the journey into the wizarding world of Harry Potter. As the years progress in this new life of Oz's, he soon discovers that the 'Wizarding World' he knew in the books was only a small excerpt of what the true wizarding world actually is... ———- Contiuation of BoiGeorge dropped novel I do not own anything from J.K Rowlings books/harry potter,/BoiGeorge. only my own ideas and creations

[Rewrite of The Wizard called Oz by me] Leo Osbourne, a man dealt a terrible hand in life is given a second chance. Donning the name Oz, he embarks into the wizarding world of Harry Potter. As the years progress in this new life of Oz's he soon discovers that the 'Wizarding World' he knew in the books was only a small excerpt of what the true wizarding world actually is... ------------------------------------------------------------------ If you'd like to donate to the novel, donate here: https://ko-fi.com/boigeorge

Aldric Voss is not the Hero of Time, and he isn't a chosen scion of the Goddess. He is a Captain of the Royal Guard who remembers a world that hasn't ended yet. Transmigrated into the Breath of the Wild era just before the Great Calamity, Aldric carries the Triforce Resonance—a structural accident of his soul that allows him to perceive the "structural flaws" in Hyrule’s defenses. As the Guardians turn and the Kingdom falls, Aldric survives through Malice Immunity and the Undying Sentinel's Vigil, a power born from refusing to yield even when his body should have broken. For the next hundred years, while Link sleeps in the Shrine of Resurrection, Aldric remains in the shadows of the ruins. He is a "ghost" in the machine of Ganon's New World, absorbing the essence of the blights and mapping the path for a counter-attack that is a century in the making.

* WILL UPDATE BIWEEKLY* She was only 14 when they took her away, killed her family, sold her for a debt her father once accumulated. Now, 19, she finds herself sold to a fellow human, Konaka knows it's her chance to escape but first she needs to play his game, learn what she can of her new town, before figuring out a way to escape slavery forever. He has gained much more control over his thirst but in its absence, a different longing grew. Jasper was happy for his family, all of them have found love, but his ability to feel their bonds make him long for that feeling for himself. He knows it's better if no one understands his pain if no one understands the scars his past gave him- but even so, a part of him wishes.

"Is someone there?" Despite the stillness and emptiness of my cell remaining desolate as always, a presence was unmistakably occupying the room. Yet, not a shred of any visual confirmation graced my eyes. No instead, a feeling and the faint tinge of scent and sound alerted me. Not taking any chances, I spin up from the chair and desk where I remain seated and throw the chair in the direction of my suspicions. "Wingardium Leviosa!" To my surprise a voice enunciates words, not verified in any known language. Though similar to Latin. The chair remains floating in the air, beyond my disbelief. Slowly the air is disrupted and a large elderly man, wearing a robe is unveiled as if unwrapping himself from a curtain. The covering has a translucent side, is that how he hid himself? "Not a very warm welcome, my boy. But that's hardly surprising given the circumstance." "Who are you?" Replying in English as he spoke the same. "My name is Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts Academy for Witchcraft and Wizardry." Huh... -------------- This is a crossover between Classroom Of the Elite and Harry Potter. With some of the students from ANHS attending Hogwarts starting from the first year.