In a world where magic is real, one Evelyn Walsh, an extraordinary woman, is granted a second chance at life. Reborn as Iris Evan, fraternal twin sister of Lily Potter nee Evans, she finds herself immersed in the enchanting realm of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Though unlike many other fanfictions, she is not granted the dift of magic. While this may seem like a disappointment and disadvantage, there's no need for her to worry. With her sharp intellect and unwavering determination, she navigates the complexities of this magical world, forging her own path while protecting those she loves. Please don't hesitate to let me know if there are any mistakes in any of my chapters 😊 I want this to be a story that people like and want to read. Highest rankings: #6 in peruniadursley #2 in muggles #5 in magic #3 in reborn

After a decade-long war leaves Olympus in ruins and the gods fading, Percy Jackson takes a desperate chance. With Lou Ellen's final spell, she is sent back in time to stop the end before it begins. alternate universe 2025 © ophelia051

There is no such thing as gentle love when it comes from the divine. No tenderness when forged in eternity, no patience when carved from power. A god does not love as mortals do. They do not pine. They claim. And once they do, they never let go. So imagine, if you will, what happens when three gods fall for the same soul. Not a whisper of affection, but obsession, forged in immortal jealousy and sharpened over centuries of denial. Not desire that fades, but one that festers, twisting into something too wild to be holy.

Third time the charm? Guess again! Harriet Potter learns the hard way she can't die after being struck by another killing curse. After waking up in in some back alley of London - quite clearly alive and not... Dead like she definitely should be, she goes on a conquest of her own to test her mortality theory. Several fatal death stunts later - Harri has concluded she's some sort of thing that just can't die properly. Fearing what that might mean for her should the Ministry find out, she decides that she'll be better off saying "Too-da-loo, bitches!" and fuck off into the blue. Aro - unlike his brothers - likes to leave the piazza on the rare occasion so while on the hunt for his next meal, he caught a whiff of something mouth-watering, something spicy and sweet all at the same time. It brought back memories of his life in Greece, memories he thought he'd forgotten. The blood didn't sing to him but it did make him ravenous. It was coming from a young red-headed woman with striking green eyes too ethereal to be entirely human. Aro waited until she was alone when he struck. He wasn't assaulted with the girl's memories or emotions upon contact - he didn't much think about it as he drank greedily, unable to get enough. Only when her body dropped did his mind clear. She was divine. He licked his lips and cocked his head after placing her on the bed. When he went to leave... He was struck by a blast that sent him lurching into the bathroom door and crashing into the wall. He turned. "What..." He gasped. "Oi!" The girl was a whirlwind of fiery anger. "Do I look like some bloody fang banger to you?" "How--" "YOU BIT ME! Do you know how long it's going to take me to stop looking blue? A fucking WEEK!" Aro was stunned... And intrigued.

Jasmina Charani Shelby - a fucking mouthful if you ask the youngest daughter of the Shelby family. Though if you did, she would laugh because Charani meant Phoenix in Romani, and like her... she was literally a Phoenix that had risen from its ashes. Dramatic, but a fact. Jasmina used to be Harry. When she was Harry, she was a girl with a cursed life destined for a life of prophecies and unloved and yet praised by the masses for something she never had control over. When Voldemort killed her - finally killed her, she told Dumbledore at Kings Cross to "fuck off" and boarded that train that led to her having a nice chat with Death while she let the train take her to wherever the hell it was. He asked if she wanted a do-over or do something different... or just go on to death. Harry didn't want to be Harry anymore. She was done with it. Fed up. She no longer gave a flying hippogriff about any of them because she was just a kid forced to be a savior though all they had ever done was scorn her until it no longer suited them. They abandoned her to abusive muggles and continuously turned a blind eye. Harry was just simply tired. But she didn't want to die. She was a kid, only 17 and she really wanted for once in her life to have a family who loved her enough to stay with her. To always choose her. Of course, she didn't expect all her family to love her, she would be perfectly content with just one person. Though more than one would be nice. And that's what Death did. He gave her, her heart's desire. And she had never been happier.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ᴛʜᴇ 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 & ᴛʜᴇ 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤 ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴢᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀʀᴇ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ... ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴀs 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴᴇᴅ 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 ᴍᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜs ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬, ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇsᴛ ᴍɪᴋᴀᴇʟsᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴇsᴄᴜᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɪsᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ 𝐏𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋... • 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍, 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 • ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴀs 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍 ɢʀᴏᴡs ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ 𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐘 ᴡʜᴏ ꜰɪɢʜᴛs ᴛɪʀᴇʟᴇssʟʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ & ᴛʀɪᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀᴀᴄᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴍɪᴋᴀᴇʟsᴏɴ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ - ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇsɪsᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴅᴏᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀs ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ & ᴜɴᴄʟᴇ.

When Harri Potter and her three sisters make a Hail Mary decision to change the world, Ginny fucks them all over by breaking the one thing that was supposed to get them home. "Ah bloody hell," Harri groaned when her eyes set upon the town of Small Heath. "I can feel my lungs burning like I've been dropped kicked by a Thestral!" "It's... quaint?" Hermione didn't sound optimistic. "I think it'll be nice!" Luna grinned and pointed. "See! Look that nice man is helping that woman with her dress." Hermione covered Luna's eyes. She, Harri, and Ginny shared a look. That man was having very public sex in the middle of the street. "I don't think my feminist self is going to love it here," Ginny muttered. Tom cried in Harri's arms as if he completely agreed with them. "I think that Pub is open," Harri pointed to "The Garrison"

It was a stupid mistake on her part, she would admit. Even so!! What were the chances that all of the things in the vast, wide Universe, this is what would happen? None. Exactly! Here she was though, sent reeling into the Potterverse. She wouldn't have been too bothered by it, but it was worse here. She had to find a way out. She simply had to escape. She had to run away. But as it turned out, she wasn't very good at running away. Harry Potter X fem.OC Disclaimer: All credits go to JKR for creating this wonderful Potterverse. None of the characters belong to me, except for Cassandra Rowle and a few others.

"You're a witch!" "That's not a very nice thing to say," "No! You are a witch! You can do magic!" "...If you say so," GEORGE WEASLEY X OC fanfiction. After a fire that resulted in the loss of her parents and her house, Emma Sallow is sent to live with her uncle and his family, in the little village of Ottery St Catchpole. There was nothing much to look forward to in the itty-bitty village. Every day was the same, sitting at the little shop with her cousin. Until a red-headed, freckled boy walks through the door of the shop on one snowy day.