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Stiles lost everything, his entire pack was dead, his mate Peter had died in his arms. In his despair, he uses forbidden time-travel magic. He goes back far enough to save Paige and prevent the Hale Fire. But now he is stranded in the past, unsure what his place in it all is.
Peter's mother Dalia, the former Emissary of the Hale Pack, can sense the forbidden magic on him and coaxes the truth out of him. She then decides to help him and give him a place to belong, in the Hale Pack that Stiles just saved.
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Trading Yesterday by Shadowblayze
Fandoms: Katekyou Hitman Reborn!, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
10 Aug 2015
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Kawahira finds someone else to be the Sky Arcobaleno in place of Aria, and it changes everything.
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- Part 1 of Trading Yesterday 'Verse
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16 Apr 2026
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The Sky Holds the Seven by orphan_account
Fandom Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Katekyou Hitman Reborn!
22 Dec 2025
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Different timelines. Different worlds. Same constant: Harry Potter as the Sky of the Arcobaleno.
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13 Apr 2026
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This was not what Reborn had expected to find in Namimori. It is, however, something he can work with. And his student's daughter is adorable.
(He promises himself that when his new student sits on the throne of the Sky of Skies, he'll celebrate by putting a bullet through Iemitsu's non-existent brain.)
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- Part 1 of Kiyohime
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From the Past Comes Our Answers by Wandering_Fujoshi
Fandoms: Katekyou Hitman Reborn!, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
25 Apr 2026
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Skull is a loud-mouthed, annoying, lackey civilian. A coward and a brat. The greatest stuntmen, clad in exaggerated makeup and a purple motorcycle suit, baring his arrogant smirk. The weakest amongst them all. Yet still, a centrepiece connected to their souls. They knew their lackey, their cloud, better than anyone else.
So then... who was this?
This green-eyed, black-haired boy staring at them alertedly, a look full of hauntings. The dark maturity oozing off of his gaze. Standing there in a tense stance, shirtless (an odd pouch hanging from his neck), injured (blood seeping through the carelessly wrapped gauze). A sword in his hands pointing straight towards them.
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Harry-Is-Skull Fanfic