Harry masters the art of the immaculate conception
Do you know what's better than an unplanned male pregnancy and accidentally acquiring a baby? That all of that happens, but by the grace of the spirit of the soul of the man who murdered your parents and haunted you your whole life.
So here are my favorite works of the trope of "Harry masters the art of the immaculate conception"
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Death didn’t quite go as Harry expected it to. He died, and the piece of Voldemort’s soul was supposed to die with him. But no one was there to tell him not to touch the thing under the bench.
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The second time Voldemort strikes Harry Potter with the Killing Curse, it fails in a new way.
This time, instead of ending a life, it creates one.
—The eyes are Harry’s, obviously. The texture, the wildness of the jet-black hair, that’s Harry’s, too. A trait from Lily, a trait from James.
But the rest… The shape of the face, the nose, the mouth… The more Harry looks at the boy’s sleeping face, the more he sees Tom Riddle in miniature.
A trait from Lily, a trait from James…
And the rest from their murderer.
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After sacrificing himself in the Forbidden Forest, Harry Potter alters his destiny by choosing to save the Horcrux inside him. Now, he finds himself transported back in time, with an unexpected addition: the Horcrux is with him, but in the form of a child who looks just like Tom Riddle, except for his distinctive eyes.
When Harry appears in a new world, he is shocked to see that Tom Riddle believes they are married and that the child is theirs.
With an adorable yet possessive child and an irresistibly charming Tom, will he be able to handle his new life ?
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Two minus one equals three by authoresswithoutwords
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
31 Dec 2022
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Some things remain the same - Harry goes into a clearing. Harry dies by Voldemort's hand.
Some things change - Harry does not return alone.
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The shrieking of a child rang through the forest. No, not a child, an infant, he corrected himself, shaking loose the cobwebs in his mind. What happened?
A few feet from him, Potter was splayed on the ground as well. So he did show up. Was he dead? Or had yet another odd magical occurrence happened when he attempted to kill him?
And there, between them, was the baby, still screaming its head off. It didn't sound quite like the shrieking infants he was used to at the orphanage, but how…
His eyes bulged when he realized. That was an undertone of hissing from the child, rather than the usual bababa, mamama of infant babble. How was there such a thing, a parselmouth infant? How did it get here?
And then, the thing’s eyes met his and he knew. A deep crimson red, stained red with the blood of many innocents after the course of many blood rituals. He didn't have any idea how such a thing could have been inherited, but it must have. And more than that, he was now certain the child was his.
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No Christmas here, just harrymort baby acquisition crack