Harry Potter died in the Forbidden Forest facing Voldemort. He ended up at King's Cross Station, where his parents greeted him. Lily and James informed Harry that because he had united the Deathly Hallows, he had become Death's Champion and that Death was sending him to a new world called Westeros. There, Harry would be born to House Baratheon and made Crowned Prince of the land. With his memories and magic intact, what changes will Harry Potter make to Westeros? Will they be for the good of Westeros or its detriment? Can changing one single event make such a grand difference in the Game of Thrones? Read and find out. I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR GAME OF THRONE! THEY BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS. START DATE 04-02-2020

Lying on the front doorstep was a basket, holding a small baby with the beginning of black curled locks. The baby's aura flared as Bellatrix stepped closer and she fell to her knees in awe of the power and strength. So...Dark... it was beautiful. Needing to see her new Lord or Lady, the Black witch shifted to hover over the basket, noticing the pink knitted blanket and the yellowed envelope. "My Lady..." Bellatrix whispered reverently, dragging the pad of her thumb up her delicate cheekbone.

When Harry died, he did not expect to be thrown into a forest and turned into a bloody girl with tattoos on his skin! To make matters worse, those tattoos signified his status as the soulmate of two of the most powerful and hot headed kings on Middle Earth. Curse you blasted Potter luck! Why must it always be him? (Soulmate AU! Soul mark! Thranduil/FemHarry/Thorin)

Lord Voldemort stared at the cradle where there was not one, but two children where he had only been expecting one. He leaned forward, eyes narrowed. "Which one of you... is my supposed death?" Or Albus Dumbledore's warnings came to fruition. (Originally posted on AO3, but I thought I'd start posting it here too!)

* UNDERGOING RE-WRITE * Re-written chapters: 1, Alarya Lily Potter; The girl who lived; the witch who won; alongside a multitude of other names which over the years she lost track of (Ron, however, kept a book full of them). Vivid red hair, piercing blue eyes, irritating scars, with more to her than anyone could have ever known. This is her story. ━━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━━ FemHarry! LoTR/Hobbit/HarryPottercrossover! FemHarryxThranduil! Warnings: swearing; mentions of rape (extra warnings will be put in place at this point); descriptions of torture and gore; emotional pain; #16 in Arwen - 12/10/20 #3 in Celeborn - 12/10/20 #3 in Celebrian - 12/10/20 #9 in Elladan - 12/10/20 #5 in Elrohir - 12/10/20 #27 in Elrond - 12/10/20 #43 in FemHarry - 12/10/20 #8 in Galadriel - 12/10/20 #102 in lordoftherings- 12/10/20 #77 in thranduil- 12/10/20 Started: October 2020 Finished:

Harry Potter died after the final battle. But the Valar took pity on him and decided to grant him another chance at life in Middle Earth, as a Dwarfling. Now alone in a strange new world, but still armed with his magic, Harry meets up with a Company of Dwarves, a Hobbit and a Wizard that are on a dangerous quest that could lead them to certain death. Can Harry and his magic change their odds, will the Company be willing to take a Dwarfling with them on this dangerous Journey?

Hartlyn Black never woke from the Death Curse. Instead, waking in another world, all alone. So lonely, that Death had offered her a companion. A guard. A lover. Jon Snow was never resurrected from his fatal wounds. Instead, he was stolen away, meeting a cloaked figure then finding himself before a strange yet beautiful woman with flame-coloured hair and hypnotizing green eyes. Hartlyn stared down at the handsome black-haired man with the darkest brown eyes she'd ever seen, curious to who he was and how he had a direwolf by his side, it having the fur that could rival the colour of freshly fallen snow, eyes akin to blood. Jon watched her warily, not knowing who she was or where he was and amazed to see a midnight black direwolf behind her, its eyes bluer than the sky. :3 Gandalf the Grey had heard of two legendary warriors in a castle, living high on the North Mountains. Two strange, yet powerful beings that perhaps would accompany himself, twelve dwarves and a hobbit as protectors. Who knows of the dangers that await them? But will the King of the North and the Mistress of Death leave their mountain to help others regain theirs? Book 1 of The Northerners.