Stories by windkaze14

After spending his sixth year at Hogwarts a century ago, Harry finds himself back in the cupboard under the stairs in 1991, once again receiving his Hogwarts acceptance letter. "You're telling me my parents were killed by a dark wizard?" Harry asked. "Who is this dark wizard? Why are you all so afraid of him that you won't even say his name?" "It's Vol—," Hagrid began cautiously.

This is a story about a crew made up of an idiot, a hopeless romantic, a money-hungry scoundrel, a liar, a pet, a scheming girl, a pervert, a skeleton… and one man with a pair of glasses. As Sherlock looked at the carefree smile beneath the straw hat, he calmly pushed up his glasses with a sigh. "Why did I ever get on this cursed ship?"

(No prior knowledge of Warcraft or Harry Potter is required to understand this story. The Warcraft elements are merely background, ensuring an easy reading experience.) After defeating the Burning Legion, Prophet Harry found himself back in his eleven-year-old body.

Seemed like the kind of student who'd end up teaching third-years about magical ethics. Then history blinked, and suddenly his name replaced Voldemort's-like if the wizarding world quietly swapped out its greatest villain for a slightly more stylish version of a certain 1940s German with leadership issues.