draco hurts harrys feelings hurt comfort fanfic

[Anime Direction] + [No System] + [Love Rivalry] + [Passionate] + [Daily Emotions] ...... Carrying a certain regret and an unbearable sense of guilt, Lucian finally arrived at Tracen Academy—the training school for Uma Musume. ...... Lucian: "Run as freely as you can. Don’t let anyone take the view ahead of you." Silence Suzuka: "Mr. Lucian..." ...... Lucian: "Chubby, if you keep eating, your weight’s going up again." Special Week: "Ugh... but your cooking is just too delicious~ And... Lucian-san, please don’t call me chubby!" ...... Lucian: "Shut up, all of you! If you’re watching the race, then watch properly. If you love shouting so much, do you want me to shove a mic in your mouth?!" "Victory isn’t decided on the track, but off it? What a cowardly tactic." Rice Shower: "Lucian-kun, you’re also Rice Shower’s hero." ...... --- Read advance chapters on patreon.com/Ferasam

A person from earth is reincarnated in the Harry Potter World as Draco Malfoy. Armed with future knowledge, he tries to defeat all obstacles while protecting his family, fighting Voldemort and figuring out how to deal with teenage girls. No cheats NOTE :-This is translation of a Chinese fanfiction i have no claim over this fanfic or its characters Disclaimer Note: I am only translating this fanfiction. I do not own the original story, its characters, or any part of the Harry Potter franchise. or this fanfiction I am not making any profit from this translation; it is created solely for entertainment purposes.

After transmigrating into the world of Pokémon, Haru’s first big haul was a time machine that could randomly leap across different points in time—plus a Mew and a Flutter Mane. With this time machine, he could continuously jump through various timelines and reach places humans weren’t meant to go… all to secretly catch Pokémon. That was the plan, anyway. But in the end, wasn’t there something a little off about the things he was “catching”? Iono, Lillie, Marnie, Cynthia, Nemona… Ah. Got it. So this is really about completing the female trainer Pokédex, huh?

In the inferno of the Room of Requirement, as flames consume everything around him, Draco Malfoy faces an unexpected savior—Harry Potter's outstretched hand. In that single moment of choice, everything changes. When Draco awakens, he finds himself back at Malfoy Manor, his body transformed, his mind restored to his eleven-year-old self. But his memories remain sharp, untouched by time. Armed with the knowledge of his past mistakes and the consequences that nearly destroyed him, Draco is given something precious: a second chance. Determined to rewrite his destiny, Draco makes three solemn vows. He will free his family from the darkness that consumed them. He will bridge the impossible divide between himself and the Boy Who Lived. And he will dare to seek something he never thought possible—love, not conquest; companionship, not dominance. As Draco navigates Hogwarts anew, his path collides with an unlikely ally in Hermione Granger, the brilliant witch he once scorned. What begins as forced proximity transforms into something neither of them anticipated. But redemption is never simple, and some bonds are forged through the hottest flames. This is a story of second chances, of broken people finding wholeness, and of discovering that love—in all its forms—is the most powerful magic of all. A sweet, hopeful tale where everyone deserves their happy ending. Update Schedule: 3 Chapters/Week #NOHAREM #SINGLE LOVE-INTEREST #NO BASHING #PLOT #DRAMOINE #SERIOUS NOVEL I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com Support If you like me to continue it till end: https://www.patreon.com/Daoist_Inkyug

A modern master strategist awakens in the body of Draco Malfoy at the end of his second year at Hogwarts. Armed with foreknowledge and an unyielding will, he rejects mere survival in the wizarding world. Instead, he sets out to master it—layer by layer, century by century. From cunning student to hidden ruler, from political architect to empire-builder, and finally to something beyond human, intellect, and unbreakable partnership. In a world of magic and mortality, love becomes equality, death becomes migration, and legacy becomes ascension. Slow-burn progression fantasy. No shortcuts. All growth earned.

In a Terra where men and women’s values—and power—are completely reversed, Chen Mo is a male Draco who only wants one thing: to erase his name and live quietly in obscurity. But the world will not let him. “I won’t let you run. You’re the key to continuing the Draco bloodline.” “You’re my brother. As a man, you can’t be this rude and coarse. I’ll discipline you personally.” “Little brother… are you truly my blood relative?” Like hell I am. I’m a fabricated nobody, conjured out of thin air—I don’t have anything to do with any of you.

//Disclaimer: This is a fanfic. Everything you recognize is owned by either JK Rowling or Stan Lee. // Harry lost. He died at the hands of Vol- the Dark Lord. We've been at war for years. The death eaters want my head and those at the Order secretly wish me dead. I've been tasked to go on a suicide mission to retrieve something that could serve as our last hope. The last chance to make everything right again. If you were given the chance to change the past, would you? I know I would but. . . now that I am here, nothing is as I remembered it to be. I don't care if my new adoptive father is rich! In fact I would prefer it if he was just normal. How in merlin's name am I supposed to practice magic with all this muggle technology inhibiting it, and this strange voice named Jarvis watching me 24/7?! I NEVER SIGNED UP TO BE RAISED BY A MUGGLE! //Draco's soul travels to the past and enters his body when he was a baby. MCU and HP universes are in the same universe so the exact year this story takes place is kinda wonky.// . . . Warning: Fanfics are written for pure enjoyment. Now read and have fun!!! Or don't! And have fun elsewhere! Just make sure you are having fun! =) Update: this story is dead. Like dead dead. I have alot of incomplete chapters, but I dont think im gonna post another chapter again. Anyone who wants to adopt this story, go ahead.

Imagine yourself dying and reincarnating into the book series where you know the future, where magic is a thing, and where your whole family belongs to the side which is destined to lose the coming war. Will you change your destiny? Will you try to become one of the 'good guys' or push the Dark side to win? Or maybe you will be neither... *cover picture doesn't belong to this author.

Most reincarnation stories follow the same tired script — become Harry Potter, save everyone, or turn into a walking weapon and remind every pureblood exactly where they stand. This isn't that story. Our protagonist wakes up in the body of a boy born into a noble family, with all the privilege that comes with it — and all the poison too. Except fate had other plans. His mother noticed something different about him early on, something that couldn't be explained away. And when the Black family takes notice, greatness has a way of becoming inevitable. No daily sermons about the Dark Lord's glory. No neglect, no cruelty — just two very devoted mothers, hand-picked tutors, and a childhood that actually shapes a person instead of breaking them. Yes, two mothers. Consider that your only spoiler. Raised with love, sharpened by knowledge, and unburdened by the hatred that defined his past life — who does Draco Black become? Does he reach out to the Boy Who Lived, or does he watch from a comfortable distance with mild amusement? One thing is certain: this Draco was never anyone's pawn. Follow the fate of Draco Black — and find out what happens when the wrong person is given every right opportunity.

William Conwell only wanted one peaceful evening: start a fresh Baldur’s Gate 3 run, make a character he wouldn’t hate in two hours, and, for once, actually get past Act I without deleting everything out of spite. After endless tweaking, experimenting, and contemplating his life choices, he finally crafted the perfect protagonist: Vrinn, a half-Drow Storm Sorcerer with wild white hair, storm-touched eyes, and zero facial hair. A sleek, striking, “I’m absolutely the main character” kind of look. He clicked BEGIN ADVENTURE. The screen flashed white. And William’s soul vanished from Earth. Across the planes, on the world of Toril, fate was twisting. A young half-Drow, Vrinn, had just been seized by Mind Flayers. Terror drowned out every rational thought as he was forced into a pod, a tadpole driven behind his eye. His heart couldn’t bear the shock. It stopped. His soul slipped away. And at that exact moment, William’s reincarnating soul arrived. Not gently. Not cleanly. But violently, crashing through the dying body’s fading life-force and slamming into the middle of the ceremorphosis ritual. The result was something the multiverse was not designed for. William awakens submerged in viscous alien fluid, lungs burning, mind fogged. Lights strobe. Flesh and steel writhe together around him. The Nautiloid groans as explosions tear through its hull. And something wriggles behind his eye. But what should have been the birth of a new Mind Flayer… isn’t. The ceremorphosis sequence was interrupted, its biological rewrite colliding with William’s reincarnating soul. Instead of transforming him, the tadpole is forcibly fused with him, its instincts mixing with his consciousness, its psionic blueprint overlaying his human soul. The Storm Sorcery meant for Vrinn is overwritten, the Weave itself bending under the strain. In its place, new magic awakens, cold, psychic, alien. A mind not entirely his own. An Aberrant Mind Sorcerer, formed from a merger that should be impossible. Dripping with mucus, breath hitching like a bad Wi‑Fi signal, and magic sparking at the edges of his scrambled brain, William hauls himself out of the pod. The Nautiloid is in full catastrophic meltdown mode. Somewhere, voices are screaming. Overhead, tentacles thrash through the sky like they’re auditioning for an avant‑garde interpretive dance. All he wanted was to hit “New Save Game.” Instead, he’s stuck in Faerûn, inhabiting a body that should’ve been deleted from the character creation screen, packing powers that read like patch notes from a bugged update, sharing headspace with an Illithid parasite, and nursing the sneaking suspicion that the universe clicked the wrong file. Still, if this is the glitchy respawn he’s got, he’ll make it work. Maybe even have some fun. After all, if the multiverse shoves a cosmic horror into your brain, you might as well see what kind of cool tricks it comes with.