Morning came softly to the Pizzaplex on April 8th, 1988. Beyond the tall glass doors, the sky was still tinted gray-blue with the first hints of dawn. Inside, the halls were quiet, the arcade games silent and dim, and the animatronics recharging in their designated areas. Vanessa sat in the security office, sipping lukewarm coffee, her eyelids heavy. It had been a long week—though a joyful one—and the familiar hum of monitors provided a steady backdrop to her drowsy thoughts.
Harry ...
2025-01-16 14:00:02 +0000 UTC
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Harry woke from an unusually peaceful sleep, his body still curled beneath the blanket that the animatronics had provided in their backstage lounge. The first thing he registered was the hum of mechanical whirring and soft chatter—not the oppressive quiet of a cold cupboard under the stairs, nor the threatening heaviness of Uncle Vernon’s footsteps. Instead, the voices drifting through the air were full of concern and gentle affection. Sleep had cocooned him in warmth, and he had not stir...
2025-01-15 06:10:54 +0000 UTC
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Dawn rose on the Forbidden Forest with a hushed and solemn grace, as if the daylight itself feared to disturb its ancient slumber. The canopy at the forest’s edge glowed with a diffuse, fragile light, tinted lavender by the early morning sky. Within that forest, the trees stood like silent watchers, their broad trunks wrapped in moss and their upper limbs stirring with the faintest breeze. Leaves glistened with lingering dew, and hidden among brambles, small creatures whispered their dawn c...
2025-01-15 06:04:41 +0000 UTC
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A week had slipped by since Junko Enoshima and Harry Potter had settled into her penthouse in London. Though it was a short span of time, it felt to Harry as though his entire world had already been turned inside out and upside down—yet again. It was true that the penthouse stood in luxurious contrast to the hospital walls he’d left behind. Gone were the days of lingering in a sterile corridor, clad in bandages, uncertain of who might step through the door next. Now he found himself weari...
2025-01-15 05:55:57 +0000 UTC
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Isvera’s hands trembled as she adjusted the tiny circuitry within the glowing, disc-shaped device resting atop her workbench. Every flicker of light from the overhead lamps seemed to intensify the sheen of alien metal and the quiet hum of energy, as if the device itself was alive and breathing along with its inventor. Her laboratory was cramped and cluttered, consoles and half-finished machines crowding every inch of space. She hardly noticed the disorder anymore, for her focus rested entir...
2025-01-14 06:00:09 +0000 UTC
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A deafening silence clung to the air over Godric’s Hollow on that cold Halloween night. It was the kind of stillness that follows profound chaos, the moment when all nature seems suspended in horrified awe. The cottages that lined the narrow lanes of the village appeared lifeless in the weak glow of a half-covered moon. Only wisps of fog wandered aimlessly across the cobblestones, caught in the faint silver light that filtered through broken windows and charred wooden frames. Godric’s Hol...
2025-01-14 05:30:00 +0000 UTC
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She had been alone for so very long. Hidden in the dim recesses of a once-bright factory now fallen silent, she drifted through shadowed corridors and empty playrooms that never again rang with children’s laughter. She remembered laughter, faintly—giggles and small voices echoing through the halls when this place brimmed with life. That was before it all changed, before they changed her. Now she lingered in the factory’s quiet heart, lurking beyond sight, stretching her limbs through ti...
2025-01-14 04:00:05 +0000 UTC
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Soft morning light found its way through the forest canopy, melting the thin layer of snow that had settled overnight. A gentle trickle of water echoed through the clearing, droplets slipping from leaves, collecting in half-frozen rivulets on the ground. Inside the wooden house perched among the thick branches, Harry stirred in his makeshift bed. The fireplace embers had all but died out, leaving only a mild warmth in the air. Mew, having drifted to sleep in her small pink cat-like form, hove...
2025-01-14 02:00:14 +0000 UTC
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Hello again, Hitmen01 here I am back and will resume uploading tomorrow three chapters for Reader+ Support and One One-shot, anyway, I am better now, anyway I want To ask if you want me to lower the Price for Reader+ Support to 8$ From 10$, I am at Dilema now, everyone is a free member or reader+
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2025-01-13 18:50:44 +0000 UTC
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sorry this will be only information, sorry I am mourning for our pet cat 'Fly' he left my family and me tonight and I was there when he took his last breath, Sorry I am typing this in tears he was close to me, sorry guys I do have not energy to post tomorrow. I'm sorry
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2025-01-12 22:14:10 +0000 UTC
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Morning light spilled through the high windows of Sonia’s workshop, revealing half-built contraptions, scattered tools, and the faint remnants of last night’s lantern glow. Outside, a thin frost still clung to the ground, the December air crisp and clouded whenever anyone dared venture out. But inside, warmth radiated from a small space heater, wrapping the main corner of the workshop in cozy security. The area looked jumbled at first glance—random bits of machinery lined shelves...
2025-01-12 07:28:05 +0000 UTC
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The lamplight in that hush of a room remained low through the night, its gentle glow never truly fading. Harry slept deeper than he ever had, cradled in plush warmth, his breath coming in soft, irregular puffs. His dreams were jumbled with half-remembered images of spidery hands weaving silver webs and of a soothing presence that did not strike him or call him names. Instead of the cupboard’s cramped darkness, he lay nestled in what felt like a nest of velvety blankets. For once, he wasn’...
2025-01-12 05:58:11 +0000 UTC
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(February 1988 – April 1988)
Harry stirred from a fitful sleep and blinked in the cool, gray light of dawn. Only a few weeks had passed since he and Amanda had fled that shadowy building. The haunting memories of the concrete room and the clank of the reverse bear trap still echoed in his dreams, but each passing day put another mile of distance between them and the horrors they had left behind. Now, they were settled in a cramped, rundown apartment at the edge of an unnamed ...
2025-01-12 05:52:30 +0000 UTC
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Hi Hitmen01 here, just wanted to thank you for supporting me and trying to keep this Patreon and my fanfics alive, anyway I just wanted to know in this post Say hello and if you want to ask me anything, you can do it here, just comment and I will replay. I deleted all benefits from tier because I don't know how they work.
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2025-01-11 14:53:39 +0000 UTC
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A biting wind howled across the darkened street of Privet Drive on October 31, 2001. Thick clouds roiled in the sky, blotting out the moon. The pale streetlights flickered, creating shifting shadows along neat hedgerows and tidy lawns. At first glance, Number 4 was indistinguishable from the other houses—its perfectly trimmed garden and spotless driveway spoke of a family devoted to normalcy. Tonight, however, the house bore witness to a remarkable gathering at its front gate.
Albus D...
2025-01-11 06:21:39 +0000 UTC
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August 17, 1988: Glimpses of Shadows and Sunlight
The summer sun draped Potter Manor in warm gold, while a cooling wind heralded the nearing autumn. Harry James Potter, an eight-year-old with unruly black hair and sharp green eyes, sat in the manor’s second-floor library. Though the day was bright, Harry’s thoughts circled the darker corners of the Big Brother Protection System (BBPS) he’d gradually uncovered.
He...
2025-01-11 06:10:34 +0000 UTC
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The quiet hush that fell over Potter Manor on the night of October 15th slowly gave way to a peaceful new dawn. Warm morning light filtered through tall windows, stirring Harry from the most restful sleep he had ever experienced. Rubbing sleepy eyes, he lay for a moment, recalling how his life had changed so drastically in just one month’s time. Gone were the cramped darkness of the cupboard, the bruises that burned, and the ever-present feeling of dread. Instead, here he was—a small boy ...
2025-01-11 06:05:21 +0000 UTC
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Neon Shadows of Fate - Crossover between FNAF and Harry Potter
- Chapter 3 will be available on 16.1.2025 at 10:00 (Central European Time) and will be free on Patreon
- Chapter 5 will be available on 16.1.2025 at 15:00 (Central European Time) for users with Reader+ or Reader+ Support on Patreon
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Beyond the Boundaries of Time - Crossover between Fallout and Harry Potter
2025-01-10 08:45:49 +0000 UTC
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The world shimmered in pink light, and then the winter forest disappeared. Where there had been dense trees and soft snow, there was suddenly a cobblestone path and the smell of fresh bread mingling with the chill of early morning. Harry blinked, his grip tightening around Mew’s hand—though, in this moment, she appeared as the pink-haired woman he had come to know as Mistine. The swirling remains of psychic energy faded with a gentle crackle in the air. He had only just begun to accept th...
2025-01-10 07:25:34 +0000 UTC
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Harry could barely keep his eyes open, though his mind whirled with excitement and nerves. Over the past few days, everything had happened so quickly: first, he got a new guardian in Miia, then he received three new outfits that actually fit him, and now he was on a flight to Japan—a country he’d never heard of until recently. He had no idea what to expect there, except that Ms. Smith had some “arrangements” in place for Miia’s housing situation. As he glanced around the dim interio...
2025-01-10 07:21:35 +0000 UTC
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A full year had passed since the night six-year-old Harry Potter first revealed to Imu—secret ruler of the World Government—the wondrous power he called “magic.” In that year, Pangaea Castle had seen a quiet but profound transformation. The corridors once steeped in cold grandeur now felt just a touch warmer, as though the presence of a small child’s laughter and curiosity had nudged the stone walls to breathe with gentle life.
Harry continued to call Imu his Mama, an...
2025-01-10 07:11:45 +0000 UTC
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It was the 7th of April, 1988—a crisp spring morning outside in the world beyond neon lights and animatronic laughter. Within Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex, however, time seemed to slow into a gentle, dreamlike lull. A week had passed since that dreadful, fateful night when Harry had been abandoned by his relatives, stumbled into horror, and then into surprising safety. In these few days, his life had turned upside down once more—this time, for the better. What had once been fear and ...
2025-01-09 14:00:04 +0000 UTC
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Seven months had passed since that soft sunset on March 30th, when Naruto and his strange, loving family huddled together in Aperture’s hidden lounge. Now it was October 10th once more, the day of Naruto’s tenth birthday. The corridor lights shone with a subdued glow, their gentle hum lending a sense of timelessness to the sprawling facility beneath the Forest of Death. If one looked closely at Naruto, they would see a boy who had matured immensely, both physically and emotionally,...
2025-01-09 14:00:03 +0000 UTC
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In the damp hush of an ancient Albanian forest, a wraith stirred. November’s chill slipped through the skeletal branches and matted leaves, and a weak sun sank through a hazy sky. Broken moonlight would arrive later in streaks, revealing the twisted trunks and silent glades where no human foot dared tread. The wraith was little more than a shifting darkness that coiled itself around tree roots and fungi-riddled logs. It took no true shape, only a faint, pulsing outline as though it were mad...
2025-01-09 14:00:03 +0000 UTC
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Winter had claimed the forest with absolute authority by the time December 1, 1988, dawned over the wolves’ den. The world outside had transformed into an endless canvas of white: snow-laden boughs, frost-kissed hollows, and silvery patches of ice catching faint sunlight. The forest’s hush was now a constant companion, and only the crunch of careful footsteps or the distant call of a winter bird shattered that silence.
Inside the den, all was warmth and comfort. Over the past weeks,...
2025-01-09 14:00:03 +0000 UTC
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Snow dusted the pine boughs that bordered Camp Crystal Lake, bright in the gentle morning sun of December 24th, 1989. Under that pristine white mantle, the camp looked almost like a Christmas postcard—tranquil, inviting, and utterly changed from the ruinous state it had been in more than a year ago. Smoke drifted in a thin plume from the newly upgraded chimney of the main cabin, where warmth and quiet activity promised a day unlike any other the small, close-knit family had shared so far.
2025-01-09 14:00:03 +0000 UTC
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Four years had passed since that fateful Christmas in the simulated 1950s New York City, when Violet Potter—formerly Harry Potter—was just ten years old. Now, on October 31st, 2194, she was fourteen and living a life beyond any conventional measure of possibility. Her intellectual growth had only accelerated over time, guided by the infinite resources of Vault 112’s archives and the dedicated mentorship of Dr. Jennifer Braun, her adoptive mother and confidante.
Violet had grown ta...
2025-01-09 14:00:03 +0000 UTC
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Harry stepped out of the small cabin, the old wooden door creaking softly behind him. The sun had settled into a late-afternoon glow, gilding the tops of the trees at the edge of the Forbidden Forest with a muted warmth. A slight chill in the air brushed against his cheeks. He paused on the rickety porch, his hand still resting on the doorknob, and glanced to his left. Through the grimy cabin window, he saw a line of small spiders weaving their way out onto the rough outer wall, moving...
2025-01-08 10:09:55 +0000 UTC
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A hush settled over the devastated clearing, the swirling remnants of the Kyubii’s Chakra dissipating into the night sky. The Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze, stood at the altar, heart pounding in his chest. His beloved wife, Kushina Uzumaki, was beside him, hair still crackling with the fading energy of her once-intact seal. Little Naruto—newborn, frail, and red-faced—lay upon the cold stone, swaddled in blankets marred by the chaos of battle. Minato couldn’t tear his gaze from the al...
2025-01-08 09:35:34 +0000 UTC
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Three months had passed since the day five-year-old Harry Potter tumbled into Imu’s life, whisked from a cupboard under the stairs in a world that disdained his very existence. In that time, the Holy Land of Mary Geoise—seat of the Celestial Dragons and center of World Government power—quietly adapted to the presence of its unusual new resident. From the grand corridors of Pangaea Castle to the private, flower-adorned courtyards, an undercurrent of cautious warmth replaced what had once...
2025-01-08 09:32:16 +0000 UTC
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