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    Horologium Hephaestus Henry Black. A rotund and ridiculous name for the timid and small boy, the youngest of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black. Horologium, or Harry as he preferred did not like his name, or, truthfully his family. His name had no mythos associated with it, a forgettable constellation, truly, lacking any character or symbolism besides a clock or pendulum. He scoured the library looking for anything remotely interesting about his name, and besides being named after a relative and a constellation, his name held no meaning. Making him the unliked and unmemorable member of his ancient and noble family.

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    Harry is thrown back in time and born into the Black family as Orion and Walburga's third son. He has an unexpected encounter with a certain Dark Lord that changes his life forever. This is my new fic, and I will be updating it pretty regularly, so stick around and read it :D Thanks!

     

    Here's some translations!
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    https://www.wattpad.com/story/414863158-horologium-hephaestus-henry-black#:~:text=EntendiSaiba%20mais-,horologium%20hephaestus%20henry%20black,-JENNYOHAN

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    18 Aug 2026

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    Harry is trapped in a time loop: every time he dies, he wakes up alongside Tom Riddle.

    Harry Potter died at seventeen.

    He fulfilled the prophecy. He defeated Voldemort. He sacrificed himself, just as he was always meant to.

    So why does he wake up beside Tom Riddle?

    Again.

    And again.

    And again.

    Every time Harry dies, he returns to the moment Tom creates his first Horcrux. Every time, their souls are bound a little tighter.

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    10 Aug 2026

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    “Did I do something wrong?”

    “No. No, Hollander,” Ilya coughed, eyes flitting around the room. “Is just– Is too much.”

    “This is… too much?” Shane repeated slowly, incredulously. “We see each other maybe once a month. Less, even.”

    “No. Is not that– You are just,” Ilya swore under his breath in Russian. His accent was getting thicker, the words clunkier, in the way it always got stronger when he was frustrated or tired. Shane hated himself for recognizing it. “...too much.”

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    In the Heated Rivalry book, Ilya intends to break things off with Shane the night of the All-Star Game, but then Shane gets hurt. What if Shane never gets injured by Marlow, and Ilya really does break things off?

    (Basically, a shit ton of angst and Shane Hollander learning to love himself. There will be a happy ending!)

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    27 Jul 2026

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    The touch burned: broad strength, casually possessive, callused fingertips dragging across the cloth of his shirt. Shane was six feet and near ninety kilograms of muscle, and Rozanov touched him and steered him like he expected to be obeyed, and Shane-

    He leaned back, caught by the unthinking pull of Rozanov's dominance. Leaned into Rozanov's hand before his brain could even come online and beg for the silence submission promised, body too stupid and touch-starved to know any better. Too easy.

    Shame welled hot in his throat. He controlled the instinctual jerk away and covered it with a step forward, allowing Rozanov's hand to slide off his back as he ducked towards the bar entrance.

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    Shane Hollander, newly free of Montreal and all its memories, is ready to start a new life as the alternate captain for the Ottawa Centaurs. His need to submit, his post-concussion syndrome, his nightmares - he can plan for them, control them, and deny them.

    Too bad no plans survive contact with the immovable object that is Ilya Rozanov, the Centaurs' captain.

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    16 Jul 2026

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    Shane is in a post-game interview when his world stops.

    He’s just answered a question about Montreal’s offensive strategy going into the game. Clean passes, avoid penalties, draw defenders wide. It had worked and the Voyagers had beat Colorado soundly, 4-1. Shane had scored two of the goals and assisted on a third.

    Usually, Shane would be eager to boast about the win to Ilya. But ever since their fight- since Ilya told Shane to leave- winning feels hollow. Losing feels better, somehow. As if Shane deserves to lose after being so selfish. Ilya gave up everything for him- his home, his team, and to some extent- his happiness. Hockey. Ilya gave up hockey- good hockey- for Shane.

    A ripple goes through the room of reporters. Shane swears he hears the word ‘Ottawa’ and ‘crash’. But no one is paying attention to him anymore.

    “What’s going on?” he asks into the microphone, feeling strange at the role reversal. Usually, he’s the one being asked questions.

    No one answers. And this time he knows that he hears the word ‘Ottawa’ and ‘Centaurs’.

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    Shane rushes to Ilya after the almost plane crash. Their secret is no longer a secret.

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    11 Jul 2026