{𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 3} It is a known fact that Crookshanks was helping Sirius Black to capture Pettigrew in his rat form, back in Harry Potter's third year at Hogwarts. But what if Crookshanks was a human just like Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs? What if she was James Potter's twin sister? And why did Dumbledore do almost everything in his power to keep her identity a secret from Harry? This is the forgotten story of Jenna Potter. *** WARNING: Mature and sensitive content ahead [Marauder's Era] [OC's age: 15-21]

{𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟭} Lexi Hooper has been a Harry Potter fan since the very start. One day, Lexi and her friend decide to go to King's Cross station for a memorable cosplay. But what started as a joke, turns out to be both Lexi's dream and her nightmare. Just for a laugh, Lexi starts to run towards the wall between platform 9 and 10, careful not to hit it too hard. But the shocking part is that the wall disappears and she passes the barrier, suddenly finding herself in platform 9 3/4. At first she thinks that she's just dreaming and goes with the flow. But when she figures out that everything is as real as it can get, Lexi realizes that she has the power to change everything and save everyone; because she knows exactly what is going to happen next and how to stop it, even though she is just a Muggle.

{𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟮} It all started with a kiss. Or better say, everything ended with a kiss. What Jenna Potter thought was going to lead her to a beautiful love story, quickly turned into a tragedy; only a week after Sirius Black stole her first kiss, Jenna caught him at school with another girl. Now, with her trust broken and her heart shattered, Jenna promises herself never to like another boy ever again. But little does she know that the universe has other plans for her. Not long after, she finds herself slowly falling for Remus Lupin. But with Sirius's feelings for her never truly gone, and her overprotective twin brother there to interfere in it all, Jenna finds her first four years at Hogwarts drowned in chaos. *** [Marauder's Era] [OC's age: 11-15]

{𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟰} By the time the first Wizarding War came to an end, Jenna Potter had lost everyone she had and the love of her life was sent to Azkaban for a crime he hadn't even committed. And so, she ran away in order to forget all about her painful past. But after twelve years, Jenna comes upon a news, stating that the infamous murderer, Sirius Black, has escaped prison. Only learning that her nephew was still alive and known all over the world as The Boy Who Lived, Jenna moves back to England to fulfill her duty as Harry Potter's godmother. But in hopes of unraveling the truth and proving that Sirius had been innocent all along, she goes undercover as Crookshanks. And so, with the help of Padfoot, they embark upon a new journey together, never intending to let one another go as the promise of a second wizarding war arrives.

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