Harry gets his magical inheritance as a Necromancer on his 16th birthday, the first in centuries. Unsure of his future or even who to trust after the Light shuns him, Harry turns to the Dark, the only other side that can assist him in seeking his revenge. However, it's all just temporary. It's just an alliance until his goals are met and then that's it. Just temporary...right? Slight Dumbledore and some Order member bashing. Sane Voldemort but Horcruxes do exist. A Harry/Voldemort but incredibly slow-burn. Not really graphic in deaths at least not yet. If that changes the rating will change. NOT MINE it belongs to TC_Hand

Crossover between Twilight and Harry Potter Henrietta "Harri" Lilith Potter-Black has finally finished the war and vanquished Voldemort. Now she wants to go to muggle high-school for her last year instead of repeating 7th year at Hogwarts. Where else to go besides Forks, Washing to one of the Black Family estates. Following her are her "brothers" closest in age Draco Malfoy and Neville Longbottom. Most thought Hermione and Ron were closed too her but her sibling bond with the other two was hidden to keep them safe. Once in Forks, the bloody Potter luck strikes again, not only is she juggling being the Lady to multiple houses but she's the unknown mate to Major Jasper Whitlock Hale and the imprint of Jacob Black. Two men who absolutely hate what the other is. And all while raising her godson Edward "Teddy" Lupin-Black. What could go wrong?? Who else will the pack imprint on?? All characters and story lines belong to J.K. Rowling and Stephane Myers's. This will not follow the original work's completely as I will be changing some characters personalities and deaths. Only the storyline and OC a character belong to me.

Reborn Lila Rossi x Luka Couffaine

Everyone knows the story of Jason Todd-Robin, runaway, one of Gotham's greatest tragedies. But this time, the tragedy never happens. On his search for his birth mother, Jason stumbles across something impossible: a girl leaping straight through a mirror as if it were water. And the curious, reckless Robin in him doesn't hesitate. He follows. What he finds is Wonderland. A world where no one blames him for things he never did. A world without hunger, without fear, without the crushing weight of Gotham's expectations. A world where every day feels like freedom. And a girl named Alice. Instead of dying at the Joker's hands, Jason grows up beside her-two misfits finding belonging in a place that makes no sense but somehow feels like home. Childhood friends. Partners in chaos. Two hearts shaped by a world that bends reality around them. But Wonderland can't hold him forever. When Jason finally decides to return to Gotham, he discovers the city believes he vanished years ago-lost, missing, maybe dead. And he isn't coming back alone. Alice steps through the mirror with him. Now Jason must face a Gotham that moved on without him, a family that mourned him, and a girl who has never known a world that wasn't Wonderland. As the city collides with the impossible, Jason is forced to confront the question he's avoided his whole life: Is he the boy Gotham lost... or the one Wonderland saved?

Hazel potter. The girl-who-lived turned the woman-who-conquered. People would think that being famous, hazel had everything. Some would even think she was spoiled. After all, she defeated voldemort twice. Sadly, that is far from the truth. Hazel potter, the girl who was abused. Hazel potter, the girl who was raised like a pig for slaugther. Finally, Hazel potter, the girl who was betrayed, who was used. Hazel regrets not seeing this earlier, because maybe if she did, it would hurt less. She knew from the start that she was hated by the dursleys. So she hated them too. Than, there was them. People she loved and cared for, people she thought returned those feelings... but they didn't. The people she would do anything for, didn't care about her. Thay cared about her fame, her money and whatever they could get by being her friends. Hazel potter, the girl who was nothing but a pawn. But hazel had enough. She wasn't going to let anyone control her anymore. No one to dictate her fate. No more acting like a puppet to be controlled. Hazel Potter-Black, the girl who was going to turn the wizarding world upside down. But she couldn't do this alone, and not now. So it was no surprise to anyone, what her answer was to the deity. To death. "Take me back."

In the heart of the Grand Seraphina Theatre, usher Isabelle displayed extraordinary courage, guiding countless souls to safety as fire engulfed the building. Her selfless actions came at the ultimate cost, yet her final thoughts were not for herself, but for the well-being of those she had saved. Offered any reward by a mysterious gentleman for her unparalleled sacrifice, Isabelle initially claimed no desires. However, the gentleman insisted such profound selflessness could not go unacknowledged. Reluctantly, Isabelle finally voiced a longing: to experience the magic of the Harry Potter world. With a nod and a knowing smile, her wish was granted. But Isabelle had one crucial condition: to step into this beloved realm not as a child, but as a young adult in the intriguing and dangerous era of Tom Riddle. Thrown into a world brimming with both wonder and peril, Isabelle's past heroism may just be the key to navigating the complexities of a time on the brink of darkness.

When Sheldon, Howard, Raj, Penny, Bernadette, and Amy head up to Apartment 4A for what's supposed to be a normal evening of takeout and gaming, they walk straight into a real-life plot twist. Just as they reach the landing, the elevator doors open - and out steps an unfamiliar woman, laughing softly as she says goodbye to Leonard. Before anyone can process what they're seeing, she leans in and plants a quick, affectionate kiss on his cheek. Then she walks away, leaving behind a stunned hallway and six people frozen mid-step. Howard's eyebrows shoot up. Raj gasps. Penny's mouth drops open. Sheldon mutters something about "statistical improbability of spontaneous romantic entanglement." Leonard, caught red-handed with a goofy smile and lipstick mark, suddenly realizes his quiet neighborly friendship has become very public knowledge. Now everyone wants answers - Who is she? How long has this been going on? And more importantly... how did Leonard manage to keep a secret romance under Sheldon's radar? As gossip spreads faster than Wi-Fi, Leonard must navigate the group's relentless curiosity, Sheldon's baffled investigation, and his own growing feelings for the mysterious woman next door. Sometimes love isn't theoretical - it's just inconveniently observable.

Amara Potter dies expecting darkness. Instead, she wakes in silk sheets, beneath a Regency ceiling, in the glittering chaos of Bridgerton's second season. Reborn as Lady Amara Gryffindor-niece to Queen Charlotte and heiress to a powerful Scottish dukedom-she is sent to London with one command: marry well. Marry wisely. Strengthen the Crown. But Amara remembers everything. She knows the rules of the ton. She knows how quickly scandal destroys. And she knows the Viscount is never meant to be hers. Anthony Bridgerton intends to marry without love. He seeks a diamond-perfect, accomplished, untouchable. A woman who will never disturb his carefully controlled heart. Amara is none of those things. She is sharp where society expects softness. Defiant where it demands obedience. And her impossible green eyes linger in his thoughts long after he looks away. What begins as irritation becomes fascination. Fascination becomes hunger. Anthony watches her across ballrooms. Follows her laughter through gardens. Stands too close beneath the excuse of courtesy. Each accidental touch feels deliberate. Each glance burns longer than it should. He tells himself it is strategy. He knows it is weakness. Amara understands the danger. If she changes the course of the season, she could unravel the future itself. If she chooses Anthony, she risks scandal-hers, his, perhaps even the Queen's favor. The Queen is watching. The ton is whispering. Lady Whistledown is waiting. One stolen glance. One reckless dance. One unguarded moment in the garden. That is all it will take. Because in a world where reputation is everything and love is a liability- Falling for the Viscount may be the greatest scandal of all. 💚

Death had always walked beside her, a shadow stitched to her soul. She fought. She won. But what was left to claim? The castle around her - the only home she had ever known - was crumbling into ruin. Stone shattered under fire. Bodies carpeted the ground, faces she would never forget, lives she had failed to save. Victory meant nothing when it was built on a graveyard. She was alone. And worse, she was alive. She had died before. Had died and returned, as if cursed to never know peace, cursed to be the master of death, forever hunted by the thing that should have claimed her. Death It was her shadow, her lover, and her tormentor. It whispered to her in the silence, tugged at her with every breath she drew, a cat playing with its prey, savoring the chase. She tried to undo it - to tear a hole in time, to claw back 46 hours, to steal even one life from the jaws of death. But time does not bargain with the broken. It is a vengeful thing, wild and cold. It seized her, flung her not back 46 hours but 46 years, into a past dripping with shadows and secrets. The castle stood whole then - but the rot was already there, festering beneath the stone. And Death, patient and cruel, was already waiting for her in the cracks of the world, ready to finish what it had begun. Smiling at her from the darkness. Death wearing the face of Tom Riddle *Mature themes* Enemy's to lovers *Tom Riddle*

Nyneve Yada died alone and exhausted after coming home from a ten-hour shift as a DJ at a club. Yet the afterlife looks strangely similar to England in the early 1930s. As she begins to come to terms with her new (after)life, she overhears a conversation between two strangely dressed men about a "charismatic" politician with a tendency to use Avada Kedavra on the children of his political opposition. With the rug pulled out from under her feet for a second time, Nyneve runs back to the hovel she shares with her mother, content to forget the conversation. That night, when the same wizards appear at the door of her home with their friends, she thinks something is wrong. When her mother's screams fill the alley, she knows. After a burst of accidental magic saves her life, Nyneve is back to being a homeless orphan, this time on the run from wizards and stuck in the 1930s. Willing to play the long game to exact her revenge on the 28 purebred dogs, she sets out to bend this world to her will. - A love letter to music, illicit substances, and fantasy politics.