Donde los dioses le dan una nueva oportunidad de ser feliz a la princesa Helaena Targaryen. O Donde Helaena pretende acabar con su vida, pero acaba despertando en el cuerpo de otra mujer; Narcissa Malfoy. Una nueva familia. Una nueva vida. Y una nueva oportunidad. ➤ a hotd x hp fanfic ➤ © Alma_Canibal o Psique | 2025

𑣲 𝓐𝙂𝘼𝙋𝙀 (del griego agápē) ˗ˏˋ es un tipo de amor griego que se define como incondicional, desinteresado, altruista y sacrificial, enfocado en el bienestar del otro sin esperar nada a cambio .ᐟ ꨄ︎ ❛ Donde el destino de Ágape es amar y ser amada en todos los universos. O... Donde Ágape muere injustamente y renace en el Mundo Mágico en el cuerpo de una variante, para cumplir su propósito. ❜ wizarding world (marauders era)

When great power arises, so does its burden. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ Cassiopea Black was never really a child, she held within her soul, something greater than wizardry could explain. A child weaponised, tortured, and empowered, a blade forged in cold starfire in ways only the noble house of Black could conceive Yet destiny has a way of bending even the most carefully crafted monsters, once they meet the sun. Because James Potter was everything she could never be, golden where she was carved in midnight, reckless where she was restrained, warm-hearted in all the places she had been frozen. a boy who carried the sun in his smile, ... but she was the forbidden constellation he should have never tried to name. Every rule, every expectation, every whispered doctrine said they were opposites, destined to orbit but never collide. And yet collide they did, like stars shattering against each other's gravity. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ "Love.. what a pathetic excuse for weakness" ♡ James Potter x OC A Marauders Era fanfiction

❝There will always be things you can't fix❞ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Charlus Potter, a Slytherin and Half-blood, falls in love with Hermione Granger, a Gryffindor and Muggle-born. [ Hermione Granger x Male OC] [Philosopher's Stone - Deathly Hallows ] [Cover by @CriMeeeeee]

War. They had dragged her into it, wrapped her in prophecy, and painted her as some messiah with a target on her back, all to clean up their mess. She was supposed to fight their battles, die their hero, and leave the world tidily saved. But Alexandrina Potter didn't give a damn about anyone's savior fantasies anymore. It should have ended. She did her duty, paid in scars and losses, and tried to make her peace. Yet here she was, tossed back nearly three decades by a smugly amused Lord Death, dumped into the year 1958 with a son she'd kept hidden from the world and a blood-adopted daughter who carried a legacy darker than any shadow she'd ever faced. Thomas Alexander Potter, three years old, bright-eyed, her heart's calm anchor. And Delphini Lilith Potter, fierce, sharp, and bound to her not by fate but by Alexandrina's own stubborn defiance of it. They were hers, and damn it, that meant something. Her goals were simple, if slightly ambitious: avoid meddling wizards, rewrite the future, and raise her children without the looming threat of war breathing down their necks. Shouldn't be too hard, right? She'd already defeated one megalomaniac. What was a little time travel, a few impossible odds, and the chance of crossing paths with Tom Riddle when he was still just a snake-eyed schoolboy with delusions of grandeur? Life had given her a second chance-no more, no less. And she was bloody well going to use it. Most Impressive Ranking #1 enemiestolovers out of 117K stories

When Death itself reveals the truth, love becomes the ultimate rebellion. Lily Evans Potter dies to save her son-and awakens in the twilight beyond life, face-to-face with Death. But instead of peace, she's given revelation: her destiny was rewritten by Albus Dumbledore, her heart chained to James Potter by potions and lies. Her true bond, the one ripped from her soul, belongs to another-Loki Odinson, Prince of Asgard, God of Mischief. Given one chance to reclaim her fate, Lily returns to life-days before her son's conception-and finds herself standing in the hollow echo of a life that was never hers. With a prayer whispered into the void, she calls for the god whose name her soul still remembers. And in a flare of emerald light, he answers.

"Éramos todo lo que el otro no debía querer...y sin embargo, fuimos exactamente lo que el otro necesitaba para sanar."

Dicen que el amor no se impone. Pero en el mundo de la magia ancestral, las promesas se sellan con sangre... y obediencia. Aurora Blackwood fue criada para obedecer. Tom Riddle, para dominar. Él, heredero del legado más temido del mundo mágico. Ella, destinada desde su nacimiento a convertirse en su esposa. Un matrimonio pactado. Dos desconocidos que comparten un apellido antes que una historia. Y un vínculo que, sin quererlo, los arrastrará a lo más profundo de la oscuridad... Y del amor. Porque incluso entre las sombras, puede arder la llama de lo prohibido.

"I would challenge death himself if it meant I could spend forever with you." Harry Potter dead. The wizarding world lost. Lyra was sent back with the goal of ending the boy who would one day become Voldemort and create catastrophe in the wizarding world. But what happens when her memories of his true identity become lost upon her arrival to the past? Would she be able to recover them just in time... ...or was it already too late? | Completed | {To be blunt the first few chapters are not to my liking, I started writing this for fun but then became really invested into it after a few chapters.}

Madre Magia ha tomado una decisión y es permitir que Tom Riddle tenga una nueva vida con una familia que tanto le pueda amar y le de lo que se merece, pero nunca espero que las cosas florecieron de manera sorprendente. Tom Riddle ha tomado el posición de su contraparte Thomas Riddle y ahora le toca vivir la vida que él tenía, con un padre sobreprotector, una madre muy risueña y un hermano tímido que lo aman más que nada en el mundo. Ahora en esta nueva vida que se le ha dado, él hará hasta lo imposible para que esa vida no se vea perjudicada, y con ello, conoce lo que anteriormente no pudo. El amor.