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*

It's the beginning of fifth year, and the Twins Who Lived, Harry and Leilani Potter, are eating dinner with their best friends, Ron and Hermione. What happens when eight movies appear out of nowhere, depicting their life in the past, present, and future? What happens when people they know and don't know arrive to watch them as well? -Hufflepuff1700

The Department of Mysteries invited several families into their sacred halls. To read about their future. From both sides of the war. People who you would think have nothing in common where sitting together powerless. Unable to fight only to listen. Hadrian Potter and Antares Lestrange made sure of that.

Ophelia felt like she was being hunted all over again. Life never seemed to give her a break. Now, she had Teddy and needed to make a decision that would forever change their lives. Of course, she couldn't leave without speaking to the two who were closest to her. What they were attempting would alter their lives forever, hopefully for the good. HP/HOTD Crossover AU

Anachronistic (adj.) Something or someone that is out of place in time; belonging to a different era than the one they exist in. A word for misplaced histories, for people who should not be where they are. For a man who looks into the future and finds himself staring back. One misplaced rune. One slip in the intricate dance of time, and suddenly, Tom Riddle finds himself not just observing history-but living it. Forty years into the future, where the world he thought he was building is already in chaos. No warning, no plan-just an unceremonious tumble through time that lands him right in the heart of a world he never meant to see. A world where his future is already written, and he's not sure whether he should laugh, scream, or break something. His mistake? Her. His greatest achievement? Her. All in all the careful control he had was unraveling, cause? Her. A raven-haired, emerald-eyed minx, by the name of Alessandra Rose Potter-Mikealson. But in all this, why was a, sorry scratch that the original hybrid, and his whole family, out to whop his ass.

With the current failures of Voldemort's death eaters has led him to look into what he did not have before. What would be the next better thing to have instead of the prophecy? A Seer is rare, but an Oracle can help change the future. Voldemort uses a rare spell that only allows him to retrieve one person from the future. Which happens to be a full blooded Oracle, on the other hand the young woman is from America and from the year of 2024. What's even worse when there's multiple love interests including Voldemort? All rights reserved to JK Rowling

"Thoughts on the dress, Seaweed Brain?" she asked. "Um..." Percy looked at her from top to toe, and words poured out from his heart, but the best he could come up with was, "Ummm lah gahd." "I think he means to say, you look good," Fleamont translated, grinning. ----------------- When a Potter and a Jackson find out that they're part of a Great Prophecy, they're forced to give up their dreams for summer vacations, to find friends in places unknown, to lose loved ones to the darkness and to wake up every day, bright as morning at school, once it's all over- to act as though nothing had ever happened. Marauders' Era #1 HEROESOFOLYMPUS #2 PJO #1 HP [All characters except OC belong to Uncle Rick and J.K. Rowling.]

In which Movies of the "golden" girl's life get shown to everyone in the great hall. Soon everyone will know who she truly is behind her mask. A FemHarry Potter fanfic, where they react to her life. Slowish updates, I'm going to try and do them weekly.

Hailee Potter would be the last person one would think to run away from 'home'. Simply put, said people couldn't be more wrong. Of the year 1995 Hailee Potter finds herself being ignored not just by her muggle relatives (who rarely ever spoke to her since Hogwarts letter came five years ago). But also from her best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. With that delectable negligence spreading all the way to her Headmaster. After being set free from her charges of Underaged Magic accounted from the young witch protecting herself and her muggle cousin, Dudley, from two Dementors, she finds herself alone in Diagon Alley. It's in Leaky Cauldrons lucky hotel room number twenty that Hailee's eventfully boring summer holiday becomes less.. boring.

In a world where magic and politics collide, fate weaves an intricate tapestry connecting two souls across realms. Harriet Lilian Potter, the savior of the wizarding world, meets her end after vanquishing the Dark Lord. Yet, death has other plans. Reborn as Valaerys Lyra Targaryen, daughter of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark, she navigates the treacherous lands of Westeros, her unique heritage and magical prowess setting her apart. As the true master of death, her journey intertwines destiny with the fate of kingdoms, where alliances are fragile and secrets hold the power to shape thrones. And maybe find love along the way... anything other than my original character and her storyline does not belong to me.