Stories by Wyvern03

Something in Harry Potter changed that night at Godric's Hallow. Something that is beautiful yet ugly. Safe yet dangerous. Even the great wizard Albus Dumbledore doesn't know what to make of it. Harry strives to find out what exactly happened that night. However, he soon comes to realize that ignorance may sometimes be bliss. Especially in this particular case. (Under Revision)

His will is the blade in which the coming tide shall fall upon. His duty, the armor that gives him purpose and strength to fight on. His blood the unbreakable shield against the coming darkness. His soul, the last bastion, forged in the furnaces of war. So beware enemies of the North, for the Alpha Wolf has arrived, the North never forgets, and Winter is inevitable.(Indef-Hiatus)

Something in Harry Potter changed the night Voldemort attacked. Something magnificent and beautiful, yet dangerous and ugly. Something that has his mother in worry and Dumbledore intrigued. Something that even himself wishes to know more about. Yet with forces that none understand coming into play, it is only a matter of time before they all find out. For better or worse. (AU)