The Evans family was never ordinary. Lily was destined for greatness in the wizarding world. Petunia chose a life far from magic. But their much younger sister, Rosalie Evans, forged a destiny neither of them could have imagined. Leaving Britain behind, Rosalie travels to the Kanto region to become a Pokémon Trainer. Through courage, compassion, and countless battles, she earns the respect-and eventually the heart-of the legendary Vermilion City Gym Leader, Lt. Surge. Together, they build a life where Pokémon and family come first. But peace is shattered when Lily and James Potter are murdered, leaving young Harry Potter orphaned. Forced to watch her nephew grow up with the Dursleys, Rosalie vows that no matter the distance between worlds, Harry will never truly be alone. As Hogwarts, Pokémon, and ancient magic collide, Harry discovers that his greatest allies may come from a world where friendship is as powerful as any spell, and where the Evans legacy shines brighter than ever before. One family. Two worlds. A legacy forged by lightning and magic.

Nyx can't feel pain. She also can't stand the Dursleys, Albus Dumbledore's monitoring, or the fact that a piece of Lord Voldemort was living in her head. After a ruthless trip to Gringotts fixes her parasite problem, she walks away with ancient ice magic and a massive target on her back. The catch? The absolute zero she commands is actively destroying her human body on a cellular level, and she can't feel it happening. To hunt a Dark Lord, she first has to survive herself. Dark!Fem!Harry. Pain-Immune!Nyx. A/N: This story is also being posted on AO3 under the same title, it will also be updated faster there Also HP does not belong to me altho i wish it did, i only own the characters that i myself create.

Harry Potter x Theodore Nott Mature because of a few graphic scenes. AU. Harry was born with a power the Dark Lord knows not: the magic to see into shadows, to walk the shadows, and to send the shadows everywhere. This changes his life rather dramatically. Found on ao3 by Lomonaaeren , I'm just sharing it with you lovely people!!

The last living lord from a Russian mob family leaves his home in favour of a more quiet place to raise his motherless, six month old daughter and for once, to teach the minds of high school students, instead of drawing up maps and battle strategies for whoever was ruling Russia these days. On his first day as a teacher, he meets Rosalie Hale.

After the Battle of New York, another visitor falls to Earth, unconscious and alone. She remembers only her name, not how she got here. Loki and Thor seem to know who she is. But even to them... She was only a bedtime story.

Two souls. Two complete opposites. One enjoys her peace, revels in tranquillity and wants the world to just be a better place for everyone. One causes chaos, is the epitome of madness and bloodlust wants the world to burn and to dance on the graves of her friends and foes. But. There's a demon inside. The two. Just like Jekyll and Hyde. Are. All this anger inside. One. I feel like Jekyll and Hyde.

"What. Was. That?" "We had believed they were extinct." "They?" "Extinct?" "We had believed all of the Noble Beasts were massacred in a massive war against the Cold Ones millennia ago..." "They can be a formidable ally or a malicious enemy..." "They were our greatest allies in the war against the red robed Cold Ones, many of them sacrificing themselves simply for our kind to live, he or she, whomever made that tormented howl... must be the last of their kind, so who knows." "And if the Beast finds their mate..." "It was once said that walking between them and the soulmate of the Creature of Fire was certain death." "What is it, Dad?" "...a hellhound."

Lying on the front doorstep was a basket, holding a small baby with the beginning of black curled locks. The baby's aura flared as Bellatrix stepped closer and she fell to her knees in awe of the power and strength. So...Dark... it was beautiful. Needing to see her new Lord or Lady, the Black witch shifted to hover over the basket, noticing the pink knitted blanket and the yellowed envelope. "My Lady..." Bellatrix whispered reverently, dragging the pad of her thumb up her delicate cheekbone.

How cold and dark it was in her little cupboard. It always was. She shivered under the filthy, threadbare blanket as tears prickled at the corners of her eyes. Aunt Petunia wasn't happy with how she had made tonight's dinner, so her punishment was ten seconds of her hand being pressed against the hot plate of the stove. Meli clutched her hand to her chest. Her cheek throbbed, no doubt it would bruise from Dudley's favourite game, 'Meli Hunting.' He and his friends had driven everyone away so she would have no one. She was all alone in the dark, with the spiders in her little cupboard. The sore and exhausted six year old heard the old clock in the sitting room across the hall, strike midnight and she squeezed her eyes tight, wishing so hard that maybe, someone, somewhere in the world, would be her friend. Someone that her stupid, fat cousin couldn't scare away... And someone... something ancient and curious... heard.

A queen in her own day and a queen in this day. Nothing could stop a woman such as she because she is survivor. Sought out by others for her deadly talents and wanted for the Volturi, but this femme fatale is her own dangerous lady. With only a few friends, sorry, associates... will Henriette McCarty finally find what she was never looking for? Ever?