Being hurled through space and time was not in her plan, but here she was, way back in the past, the year 1961. To add to her troubles, a few of her memories were locked away. Strangest thing ever, but she did have a knack for making things even more complicated. If only she could remember that she had the ability to stop a war. To save lives. Well, she did have a bit of a hero complex. Of course, she was going to take the chance to shine. And if stopping war was what it took to do so, then so be it. Regulus Black X fem.OC Harry Potter fanfiction Disclaimer: All credits go to JKR for creating this wonderful Potterverse. None of the characters belongs to me, except for Isabella Jefferson and a few others.

❝𝙖 𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙢𝙧. 𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧?❞ ❝𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙨, 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧❞ 𝐌𝐑. 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑. Harry Potter - the saviour, the Chosen One, the father who never quite measured up. To the public, he was untouchable, a hero beyond fault. But to his children? Every misstep, every shortcoming, was laid bare. He thought he could manage. Thought he could handle life after divorce with some semblance of grace. I; Harry j. Potter x she!oc All rights surrounding the characters and franchise unfortunately belong to JK R*WLING, but characters that are unheard of from the original series, as well as the plot, are MINE.

In a world still trembling from war and ruled by legacy, one girl slips between the cracks of history to change everything. Lyra Druella Black - the last free heir of the House of Black - was hidden, erased, forgotten. Born in shadow. Raised in silence. But as the world prepares for another war shaped by two men-Voldemort and Dumbledore-Lyra forges a third path: her own. While the wizarding world chooses sides, Lyra chooses family. She rescues Draco from indoctrination, claims Harry as her kin through Sirius' hidden will, restores her broken aunts, and dares to bring even Bellatrix back from madness. As she uncovers Dumbledore's buried crimes and topples Voldemort's dark empire from the inside, Lyra doesn't seek a throne-she builds a home. Rewriting bloodlines, rebuilding legacies, and refusing to be used by anyone, Lyra Black will not be another sacrifice. Because Black blood does not break. It rebuilds.

BOOK ONE *°࿐ *ੈ In the throes of two wars, Tom Riddle returns to Hogwarts for his sixth-year, determined to achieve his megalomaniacal goals of immortality and power. In the meantime, Evadne, elected prefect for Slytherin House, is a talented witch eager to uncover the truth of her own lineage. Plagued by visions of her own death at the hands of a faceless dark wizard, she assigns herself the task of preventing it. However, as time ticks on, Tom Riddle comes to realise that his rise to power isn't as easy as he preconceives it to be as he and Evadne's fates intertwine.

He had achieved almost everything he had wanted. He had power and he was immortal. And yet, there were a few things he hadn't achieved. He had not been able to get rid of his fear of defeat. And he had not been able to forget what had happened that fateful night fifteen years ago. If you asked him whether he has rued what happened that night, he would tell you that there's no room for repentance or contrition where there's not even a conscience. Yet he would tell you that although he felt no remorse that did not mean he did not regret. Sometimes you only know what you've had when you lose it. Sometimes it needs loss to inspire perception. Sometimes you need a second chance. And sometimes you get it. ********** This is the sequel to my story "Poison", and I guess it's necessary to have read "Poison" for "Perception" to make sense, so please feel invited to read "Poison" first if you haven't done so yet ;-)

Everything about him was poisonous, his looks, his power and, most of all, his magic. And yet, she knew she would never want him to change, because, for her, he was perfect just the way he was, with this emotionless, dangerous, intoxicating way of doing magic. If you had asked her whether this was a love story she would have told you that she knew he wasn't capable of loving and he knew she wasn't going to try and change him. And yet, if you had asked her whether this was a love story she would have told you that the answer depends on what you expect. She knew that he couldn't love, she accepted that he didn't care, but she would die to make him understand.

101 ways to destroy your life when trying to escape reality - staring Juliet Lupin and Regulus Black Fem! Oc x Regulus Black Hogwarts - Post! Hogwarts AU Tw! under age Drugs, smoking and drinking. Discussions of rape and abuse. Attempted suicide and overdosing. Feminist topics. Depression.

"Love is slippin' and fallin' Love is killin' your darlin' That fearless thrill returns once the pain subsides Can't hear what you say I'm happy with this pain You pity me, but I pity you more for pitying me We are the lovesick girls"❣︎ A ʟᴏᴠᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ 𝔸 𝕤𝕝𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕥𝕪𓆙 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕒 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕙 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕨𝕙𝕠, 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕤𝕝𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟, 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕗𝕦𝕥𝕣𝕖. 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕞 𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤, 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕞 𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤.♕ Gxg⚢ Fleur x slytherin! Fem! Oc

Harry wishes he could go back in time and tell his younger self--always so lost, desperately searching for a family and a place to belong--that the answer was there all along. Right there next to him. Post-Hogwarts HHr. Illustrations by Hastyhand.

Before Peter Pettigrew, the Potters had another Secret Keeper. One who did die rather than betray her friends. Lana Bowers. When Lana died, she had one final mission to complete before she went. She was going to haunt Peter Pettigrew to his death. Disclaimer: This is a work of Fanfiction. All characters, settings, and storylines belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. Lana Bowers and her story belong to me. All copyrights reserved. Wattpad is the only account I am posting this story on.