They said it softly at first. 'Plainly Targaryen." A murmur behind jewelled hands. A knowing glance across candlelit corridors. The same verdict passed from servant to lord as the silver-haired princes tore through the halls of the Red Keep like sparks leaping from a flame. They said it again when the third child was laid upon Rhaenyra's breast-before the sheets had cooled, before the bells could toll. No hesitation. No doubt. These were not rumours made of shadow. These were children of fire and blood. Each boy bore the unmistakable mark of Old Valyria: silver-gold hair, violet eyes, the sharp, cruel beauty of dragon-lords. They looked nothing like whispers suggested they should. And everyone noticed. The court did not speak openly. It never does. Instead, it watched. It calculated. It counted moons and measured absences. It remembered the prince returned to King's Landing under cover of night and the princess never truly stopped burning for him. Because if the realm believes Laenor Velaryon fathered Rhaenyra's sons... The truth is far more dangerous. --- HOTD AU What if Rhaenyra's three eldest sons were not born of duty... but of desire? What if Jacaerys and Lucerys, twins, and their younger brother Joffrey carried more than just the Targaryen name? What if they were fathered by Daemon? In this AU, Jace and Luke are twins. Baela and Rhaena still exist but they are not Daemon's daughters. Rhaenyra Targaryen - portrayed by Milly Alcock (prologue) and Emma D'Arcy Daemon Targaryen - portrayed by Matt Smith All other characters remain as in the series- except the princes, who bear the unmistakable silver-gold of House Targaryen. Because in a court built on perception, appearance is power... and these boys look like their father. ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO HBO HOUSE OF THE DRAGON/ GEORGE R MARTIN FIRE AND BLOOD

I caressed my belly tenderly as the screams of my stepmother echoed through the halls of the Red Keep. My mother's ladies fluttered around me in concern. They worried for me. Why would they not? After all, my muña had suffered greatly under the weight of pregnancy and had died in childbirth. No. Not died. Murdered. My father had allowed those grey rats to cut her open for a boy who died overnight. Rage fills me every time I remember that my muña died butchered like an animal. I will never forgive him. Nor will I ever forgive Alicent. That whore slipped under my father's sheets while my muña's ashes were still warm. She goes around acting all pious and haughty, even going as far as to scold me for my unladylike behavior. But whoring herself to the King is acceptable? Alicent is but the daughter of a second son, from a minor house at that. She was my maid, the one who dressed me and cleaned my privy. There is no way in the Fourteen Hells that I will bow to her. Much less call her queen.

The Triwizard Tournament sparks a surge of international magical co-operation, so when an inter-house Hogwarts penpal scheme is introduced during the Tournament, Harry Potter feels compelled to sign up. What he doesn't expect is that he and his penpal will be the only ones who know just who it is that they are telling their secrets to. Features Ravenclaw!Harry x Gryffindor!Hermione. UPDATE! This is going to have the original and planned ending, once I get around to it:)

Draco gave a cocky grin. "I am going to give you a makeover." "I'm sorry what?" "You heard me Granger, I'm going to give you a makeover that will make every man want you,and make Weasley die of regret. You will be simply irresistible." Now Complete!

AU A few days after being rescued from the dementor's kiss, Sirius Black decides to share information with Harry about his destiny. The story continues on from there. DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS NOT MINE THIS BELONGS TO witowsmp. THIS IS ORIGINALLY BEEN POSTED IN FANFICTION.PORTKEY.ORG BUT THAT WEBSITE IS NOW DOWN. I AM ONLY POSTING IT HERE FOR YOU GUYS TO ENJOY IT. THIS STORY IS NOT MINE THIS BELONGS TO witowsmp. ART BY : -Metempsychosis-

After a fatal encounter with dark forces, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger find themselves thrust into a realm between life and death. Resurrected by forces beyond comprehension, they are granted a second chance. As revelations unfold and betrayals surface, Harry and Hermione discover the weight of their true lineage and the untold power of their soulmate bond. With newfound knowledge and a quest for redemption, they embark on a journey to reclaim their lost lordship and rewrite the fate that once bound them. # I do not own Harry Potter. It belongs to JK Rowling. # The cover page is taken from Pinterest.

What would have happened if Harry meets Hermione before Ron? Harry becomes more friendly with Hermione and Ron makes the bad first impression. What effect would this have on 'The Golden Trio.'

Harry Potter, a not-so-smart wizard who fancies his best friend, Hermione Granger, the brightest witch in her age. Draco Malfoy, A pessimist and a bully is in-love with Luna 'Looney' Lovegood, who is an optimist. Two men who are ready to confess their unrequited love to their love of their lives.

Harry Potter was a 15 year old boy about to start his fifth year with his crush Hermione Granger and his best friend Ron Weasley. Harry has had a crush on Hermione since they met little did he know she felt the same way... Will they be able to conquer all the obstacles and stay the power couple people think they are or will their love crumple under the pressure of Voldemort and his Death Eaters... Only time will tell read this fanfic to find out. Also I do not own any of the original Harry Potter characters. Though there are a few of my own made up characters let me know if you guys like it :).

"Is this some kind of joke?" I whispered in shock, my voice trembling as I stared at the reflection in the ornate mirror before me. Well, her mirror. The polished silver showed a face I knew all too well-just not my own. Pale skin, a cascade of silver-gold hair, and violet eyes that could only belong to one person. "Who the hell did I piss off to become her? The Black Queen?" My words were almost a growl as I gripped the edges of the vanity, the cold metal biting into my fingers. That's right. One moment, I was just me, heading home after another long day, and the next... a car came out of nowhere. I don't even remember the impact, not really. It was too fast. No flashes of light, no angelic choirs-just darkness. And then I was here. The next thing I knew, a maid was shaking me awake, her voice trembling with reverence as she called me Princess Rhaenyra. Yeah. That Rhaenyra. The Black Queen herself. The one and only Maegor with tits.