Calanthe Potter knew she was not normal. Normality was what the Dursleys craved, a bland, beige existence defined by matching floral sofas and obsessive lawn care. Calanthe was the ink-black stain on their perfect, suburban canvas. Also Posted on Ao3 by Babyx_xBat (this is my account)

Bellerose Potter or perhaps Sally Jackson. She often misses her old life, half the time wishing Percy could have a better, brighter experience than the one she had. She never told her son, nor Poseidon, what her past was really like. She knows they love her, gods and all, but she couldn't bear to let Percy go. But that's about to change. Now, she only hopes she'll have the chance to apologize.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎, the god of the sun become the guardian of the 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄. [ pjo x hp ] [ female harry x apollo ] [ harry potter au ]

Voldemort was destroyed the winter of Holly Potter's sixth year. With the threat of the Dark Lord gone Holly returns to Hogwarts for her Seventh Year having uncovered a major secret about her family. Through letters she finds a love she never expected. TRANS HARRY! Don't like don't read! Mind the tags inside.

⋆｡˚₊˚୨🎀୧˚₊˚｡⋆ Everyone thought I was just the girl in the background, all glitter and soft smiles. But I was watching. Learning. And now? It's my turn to rewrite the rules. ⋆｡˚₊˚୨🎀୧˚₊˚｡⋆

There is no such thing as gentle love when it comes from the divine. No tenderness when forged in eternity, no patience when carved from power. A god does not love as mortals do. They do not pine. They claim. And once they do, they never let go. So imagine, if you will, what happens when three gods fall for the same soul. Not a whisper of affection, but obsession, forged in immortal jealousy and sharpened over centuries of denial. Not desire that fades, but one that festers, twisting into something too wild to be holy.

Or in which Harry Potter is a girl and Has a soulmark that leads her through an interesting destiny (The Experiment.)

Haunted by betrayal and reeling from her godfather's sudden death, Iris Lily Potter discovers a deep betrayed and an inheritance that shatters her entire Life. Driven by anger and despair, she forges an unlikely pact with goblins and hurls herself fifty years into the past, into the 1940s- Right into tom riddles fifth year, the very year the Dark Lord begins gather his most loyal followers and forgive his plans for the future. Posing as his secret ally, Iris plots to undermine the future headmaster and tip the scales of war forever in darkness's favor. Yet as she slips through hidden corridors, plots alongside witches and wizards, and shares whispered confidences beneath moonlit towers, unexpected friendships ignite. Even more startling is the bond she forms with her godfather's own father-now a young man the same age as her-and the gentle warmth that blooms where vengeance once ruled. Caught between the allure of retribution and the promise of newfound loyalty and love, Iris must choose whether to remain the architect of doom or embrace a destiny she never saw coming. First time writing a ff and will try to update as much as I can, I have been planning this for a bit and hope people like.