(A girl from our world dies and gets reincarnated in the Harry Potter universe as Harry Potter.) ____________ She died. Alone, quiet, forgotten by the world she loved so much. And woke up in a cupboard under the stairs. Except the name they called her wasn't her own, it was Harry Potter. Y/N L/N, a girl from our world, has been reincarnated into the body of The Boy Who Lived. She remembers everything: the books, the battles, the endings. But fate never plays fair, and something has gone terribly wrong. Magic clings to her like a shadow. The timeline is breaking. And the moment she touches the Slytherin consort ring, Death himself begins to whisper. She calls him Morte. He calls her his. And then he gave her/him a new name, Hades Peverell. But Death isn't the only one watching. There's another soul, ancient, fractured, forgotten, haunting the shadows of Hogwarts. Tom Riddle. Still insatiable. Still hungry for power. And the moment he senses her... he knows. He has something special about his aura. He's something more than what he seems from the outside. And he's not letting him go. ___________ DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter belongs to J.K.Rowling!!

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 ]

After the war, Lyra Potter is utterly, completely, and unapologetically done with the wizarding world. The media? Shitstorm. The Ministry? Corrupt as ever. The so-called Light Lords? Idiots. The so-called Dark Lords? Even bigger idiots. So, despite her well-meaning (but infuriating) friends, Lyra packs up, flips the wizarding world the metaphorical bird, takes her godson Teddy, and vanishes. Her destination? Mystic Falls. A quiet, unassuming town where one of her Black ancestors once built a lavish estate-the Black Palace. She hopes for peace and quiet-a fresh start, away from magic, war, and endless expectations. But deep down? She knows better. There is no peace for her. Why? Because she is, after all, Death's Little Angel of Chaos. And a Potter. She doesn't seek trouble. Trouble finds her. And so, before she even realizes it, she's swept up in yet another whirlwind- Only this time, it's not scheming politicians, megalomaniac wizards, or dark prophecies. This time, it's- Vampires. Werewolves. Shapeshifters. Doppelgängers-apparently, she's one. An ancient ancestor who oddly approves of her. An annoying twin she has zero interest in. Two ridiculously dramatic vampire brothers. And an entire family of goddamn Originals. What has the world come to? Nothing. Just a storm called love hitting her in the most unexpected way. Her? Entangled with the Original Hybrid of all people? And did she mention she has her little godson with her? "You have got to be joking," she thinks.

Regulus Black was a tragic footnote in the original tale - the Black family's "good son," and one of Voldemort's earliest victims. But in 1961, he opens his eyes again... and something inside him is different. With the iron shackles of a pure blood house around his neck, Voldemort's shadow rising across Britain, and a future that ends in death already written for him, Regulus does the one thing no one expects: He looks up at the stars. Magic is power that bends reality. So why do wizards waste it on petty power struggles? Why has a thousand year old magical civilization never once tried to leave Earth? If Muggles can reach for the heavens with steel and fire... what excuse do wizards have? Lily: "He's a different kind of Slytherin." Snape: "No. He's a standard Slytherin - and a dangerous one." Malfoy: "So... there's more than one choice." Sirius: "My brother's a pure blood fanatic!" Voldemort: "That Black... his talent is captivating. He will be made useful." Dumbledore: "Some dreams are greater than war - and far more fragile. Should I stop him... or help him?" Grindelwald: "Black... perhaps you're right. But it won't be easy." Regulus offers only one answer: "My journey is to the stars. I want no obstacles in my path."