𓂃 ₊ ❝ and we would wear the same crown keep slowin' your heart down we are the gods now ❞ 𝜗 𝓲𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱... ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇꜱᴛ ᴄᴏʟʟɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙᴏʏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ 𝓸𝓻... ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ꜱᴇᴇᴍɪɴɢʟʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇxɪꜱᴛ, ꜱᴏʀᴄᴇʀᴇʀꜱ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴡᴏᴏᴅᴇɴ ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʙᴏʏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀꜱ ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴠᴏʟᴅᴇᴍᴏʀᴛ.

Percy Jackson loves his mother. He would tear apart the world if anything happened to her. But what would he do if he found out she had been holding back information on who she really was? Or... Percy Jackson finds out his mom is even more of badass than he thought she was. Poseidon x (fem) Harry Potter I do not own the Harry Potter, PJO, or HoO universes. I only own Jade Jackson and any original scenes that I write.

⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ Shadows linger around her She flourishes in the dark Her power grows as she bleeds from her scars He is the epitome of turbulent and tranquil in one Loss and pain is constant as he mourns Darkness thrums in his veins beckoning him home What can he do but let it consume him whole... Both from different worlds Surviving through it all Destiny brings them together As they stand unwavering watching the world burn and fall The future is Uncertain Tragedy will Befall But it was to be expected Afterall their birth was the start of it all... __________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ ┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊ ⋆˚          ✧. ┊          ⋆ ★ Fem Harry Potter x Percy Jackson The Percy Jackson as well as the Harry Potter series do not belong to me. Only the changes made throughout the book as well as my original characters belong to me. The pictures in the book do not belong to me. The credit goes to the respective owners.

when death itself intervenes, the batfamily, justice league, gotham's rogues and the survivors of the wizarding war are pulled into a theater beyond space and time. their taskis to watch the life of alysanne iolanthe potter-the girl who lived, heiress of black and peverell as well as mistress of death. they don't know her yet. but jason todd does: because his resurrection was never the lazarus pit's doing. his soul has been tied to hers since birth, and that bond has already changed both their fates. now, with alysanne newly arrived in gotham as lady black-and carrying a secret that will shake jason's world-heroes, villains, and wizards alike must confront the truth of who she is, what she endured, and what she means to them all.

War. They had dragged her into it, wrapped her in prophecy, and painted her as some messiah with a target on her back, all to clean up their mess. She was supposed to fight their battles, die their hero, and leave the world tidily saved. But Alexandrina Potter didn't give a damn about anyone's savior fantasies anymore. It should have ended. She did her duty, paid in scars and losses, and tried to make her peace. Yet here she was, tossed back nearly three decades by a smugly amused Lord Death, dumped into the year 1958 with a son she'd kept hidden from the world and a blood-adopted daughter who carried a legacy darker than any shadow she'd ever faced. Thomas Alexander Potter, three years old, bright-eyed, her heart's calm anchor. And Delphini Lilith Potter, fierce, sharp, and bound to her not by fate but by Alexandrina's own stubborn defiance of it. They were hers, and damn it, that meant something. Her goals were simple, if slightly ambitious: avoid meddling wizards, rewrite the future, and raise her children without the looming threat of war breathing down their necks. Shouldn't be too hard, right? She'd already defeated one megalomaniac. What was a little time travel, a few impossible odds, and the chance of crossing paths with Tom Riddle when he was still just a snake-eyed schoolboy with delusions of grandeur? Life had given her a second chance-no more, no less. And she was bloody well going to use it. Most Impressive Ranking #1 enemiestolovers out of 117K stories

Aurelia Malfoy is tired. Not the kind of tired that sleep can fix but a bone-deep weariness that has settled in her soul, draining her of everything she once was. She's lived through too much, seen too many faces disappear, and carried too many memories that feel like weights chained to her chest. Every moment of her life feels like a cruel game, one she's no longer willing to play. There's no fight left in her, only the haunting echoes of what she's lost-Hermione's laughter, Ron's resilience, Harry's love. Each death has chipped away at her until she's nothing but a hollow shell, barely holding herself together. And now, as she walks down the aisle toward a future she never chose, toward a man who represents everything she hates, Aurelia feels the final threads of her will unravel. To everyone watching, she's the radiant bride, tears glistening in her eyes. But they don't see the truth. They don't feel the quiet suffocation, the cracks in her façade, or the poison running through her veins. They can't hear the whispered screams in her mind or the desperate plea for release. And when she collapses, it isn't a shock to her-it's a relief. But death doesn't come. Instead, Aurelia wakes up gasping, disoriented and confused, in a place that feels achingly familiar yet impossibly distant. Her room. Her childhood room. Everything is pink and soft, untouched by the chaos of the life she remembers. Her hands are smaller, unmarked by the scars she had grown used to. Her skin is smooth, her body light, free from the heaviness that had consumed her for years. But this is no dream. The gods-or perhaps fate-have given her a second chance. A chance to rewrite her story, to fight for something better. Or maybe it's another cruel trick. Another burden to bear. The only thing Aurelia knows for sure is that she's alive. And this time, she won't waste a second of it.

Anna Watson's life was far from easy. A battle with cancer left her frail, defeated, and questioning her life's meaning. Her final moments were filled with regret for dreams unrealized and paths untaken. But when death embraced her, it wasn't the end-she awakened in an entirely new world: the wizarding world of Harry Potter. Yet, this wasn't the familiar era of Harry, Ron, and Hermione. She found herself in the time of the Marauders, a generation before the golden trio. Even more shocking, Anna had a new identity: Petunia Evans, the famously non-magical, bitter sister of Lily Potter. But this Petunia is different. Born as Lily's twin, Anna retains her memories of her past life and discovers she has magic-a shocking divergence from the character she once read about. Her magical abilities open up opportunities and challenges, not only for her but for her relationship with Lily, her new family, and the unfolding story of the wizarding world. As Anna navigates Hogwarts alongside the Marauders, Severus Snape, and her own twin, she realizes that the story she once knew is shifting. Her choices ripple across timelines, altering destinies and alliances. Struggling to reconcile her knowledge of the future with her growing affection for this new life, Anna must decide: should she preserve the world's fate or carve out a new destiny for herself and those she loves? In this thrilling twist on the Harry Potter universe, the story explores themes of second chances, sibling bonds, and the weight of choice, painting a vivid and detailed picture of what might have been if Petunia Evans had the magic to change it all.

Petunia falls and gets some sense knocked into her. Now armed with the memories of her last life she tackles this one with new gusto. Just one problem, she's read so many fanfictions that she can't quite remember what's cannon and what isn't. Sure she knows the basics but that's about it. All well, she'll figure it out. First things first, time to make some money by selling stories! What do you mean she can't, she'd only eleven? Na, she was in university last life. Nothing like sending your work in under a pen name... or three... Surely no body will find out she's the author of not one, not two, but three successful romance series. Surely... *Smirks* Translations: Spanish- https://www.wattpad.com/story/374388593-caza-de-brujas-reencarnada-en-petunia-evans Indonesian- https://www.wattpad.com/1553165519-witch-hunt-reincarnated-as-petunia-evans-indonesia We now have a discord!! https://discord.gg/hJ4NjRZrXv Loosely inspired by the anime 'My Next Life As a Villainess' Petunia x Severus Lily x Remus

The wind howled through the bare branches, a chilling reminder of winter's harsh grip on the land. Snowflakes danced in the moonlight, casting an eerie glow over Malfoy Manor. Inside, the warmth of the hearths did little to comfort Narcissa Malfoy as she readied herself for bed. The manor, usually a fortress of calm and control, seemed unusually restless tonight. A sharp, unexpected knock echoed through the grand hallways, startling Narcissa. It was late, far too late for visitors. She hesitated, her heart pounding as she approached the front door. The knock came again, more insistent this time. She reached for her wand, clutching it tightly as she opened the heavy door. The icy wind whipped around her, but no one was in sight. Narcissa frowned, scanning the empty grounds. Just as she was about to close the door, a faint whimper caught her attention. She looked down and gasped. At her feet was a small basket, swaddled in heavy furs. Inside, a baby girl with striking white hair and vivid purple eyes peered up at her, innocent and curious. . . . . This story will be updated weekly (when I'm back to my normal schedule. For now, I can only update every 2 weeks). I hope you all like it! P.S. Haven't decided who will be her endgame, but we'll see how the story will eventually go. As of the moment, it could be Cedric Diggory, Tom Riddle (his ghost; still debating this), or maybe I'll make up a character in the future.

Hecate Potter didn't grow up normal. She grew up in an orphanage after her aunt and uncle kicked her out of their house when she was three. She decided then that she wouldn't ever again be as helpless as she was that day.