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Harry Accepts Voldemort'S Offer Fanfiction

I'M HARRY POTTER'S AUNT ?!

She was a woman discarded by the world—silent, efficient, invisible in the machinery of power. When her life ended, it didn’t truly end. Something else claimed her. No promises of reincarnation, no divine purpose—only a strange system, a new identity, and a world both familiar and foreign. Now known as Petunia Evans, she navigates a reality shaped by story and structure, one where magic breathes beneath the surface. Gifted with potential far beyond the version of herself the world once knew, she moves slowly, quietly—training in secret, watching the timeline twist and shift around her. She does not seek glory. She does not seek revenge. She seeks control. And in a world built on prophecy, she chooses the long path—the one that leads through silence, strength, and storms. --- Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction. It is not related to real events, beliefs, or religious systems. All characters, abilities, and events are entirely fictional. This work was developed with the assistance of AI tools. Note: There is no yuri content in this story. *Disclaimer:** I do not own any of the characters, settings, or media (including pictures, movies, anime, or other copyrighted material) featured in this fanfiction. All original content belongs to their respective creators, copyright holders, and distributors. This work is purely a non-profit, transformative piece created out of appreciation and love for the original works. No infringement is intended.
World_Tree_ · 124.7K Views

I am Voldemort's friend

It is important to clarify right away: I am not my main character. We are completely different people. My character is a magician who grew up in a harsh, cruel world. A world with its own laws, far removed from humanism and modern moralising. What seems monstrous to us is considered normal in his society. Remember that not so long ago — in the middle of the 20th century — so-called ‘human zoos’ still existed in civilised Europe, where dark-skinned people were kept in cages. Remember the headlines in the news today, where in some countries women are still sentenced to gang rape by decision of the ‘village council’. History and reality are full of examples of societies where morality is a privilege, not the norm. It is in such a dark, magical, feudal world that my hero lives. Here, magicians despise the prohibitions on ‘harassing Muggles,’ considering them absurd restrictions. Here, a common ingredient for a potion can be ‘the heartstring of a werewolf.’ Laws are written by the powerful — for the powerful. And when necessary, they are simply broken. My main character is a child of this system. He does not fight it because it suits him. He is pure-blooded, he is strong, he is at the top. He is cynical, paranoid, and pragmatic to the core. He will not defend the abstract rights of Muggle-borns — simply because he does not believe in such things as ‘universal equality.’ So if you are looking for a story about a heroic beacon fighting for justice and equal rights, this is not it. This is a story about power, cruelty, magic, and strength. And about a man who, in this world, is not the exception, but the rule. patreon.com/posts/131449407
FanFictionPremium · 60.6K Views

Lord Voldemort SI

I had a peculiar dream where I found myself in a room, dressed in a robe, holding a wooden stick and directing it towards a lifeless body. My entire body was itching, as if my skin was melting like wax. Internally, it felt like icebergs colliding with each other. The absurdity of the situation overwhelmed me, causing me to burst into laughter. However, the sound that escaped my mouth was so powerful that it almost caused me to faint; it was the kind of laugh any supervillain would trade their soul for. Suddenly, I realized that the voice I heard was not my own, which prompted me to rush to the mirror. To my surprise, the reflection staring back at me did not resemble myself either. Gradually, my body began to transform, becoming less human-like and more unrecognizable. It felt like various pieces were merging together within me. Then, the pain struck. I collapsed to my knees, screaming in agony. But abruptly, the pain vanished after a short while, leaving only a lingering headache. It was in that moment that I understood this was not merely a dream... I am Lord Voldemort! Well, not exactly. My mind was flooded with foreign memories of Tom Riddle, also known as Voldemort, who attempted various methods to achieve immortality and alter his body. Some of these methods did not work well together, such as creating horcruxes and implanting fragments of the Veil of Death into the body. It's possible that a sliver of his soul was ejected and replaced with a random soul, or that my soul merged with the remaining fragment in this body. The outcome was clear: his memories, reflexes, and abilities, combined with my consciousness. This proved to be advantageous as I had full control over the body. For those who can’t wait to get more, you can support the story and get early access to new chapters on my Website or Patreon at https://perseusblackfyre-shop.fourthwall.com and patreon.com/PerseusBlackfyre respectively. It’s a way to dive deeper into the story before anyone else—and get a front-row seat to all the twists and turns this version of Voldemort has to offer.
Perseus_Blackfyre · 807.4K Views
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