The Seven Kingdoms gather at Winterfell for a grand feast meant to celebrate King Robert Baratheon's visit to the North. But as the night unfolds, an unnatural storm descends-lightning crackles, thunder roars, and the air grows heavy with magic. Before the terrified eyes of lords, queens, and warriors, a mysterious screen of smoke and light appears. This is no ordinary storm. This is a glimpse into the past, a window to the future, and a revelation of an alternate reality where Lyanna Stark's legacy reaches far beyond the Wall. In this alternate world, Jon Snow is not an only child-his twin sister was spirited away to another realm, the world of magic and wands, where she was raised as the sister of Harry Potter. Through these visions, the lords and ladies of Westeros are forced to confront the truths of their own lives, the choices they made, and the future that lies ahead. As they watch the ideals, wisdom, and struggles of Jon's twin sister in a world unlike their own, her life sparks questions about honor, loyalty, and destiny-challenging their beliefs and igniting debates about the choices that define them. Will the lessons learned from the glimpses of fire and shadows reshape the fate of Westeros? Or are some destinies unchangeable, no matter how brightly the flame of revelation burns? In this crossover of epic proportions, the worlds of Game of Thrones and Harry Potter collide, unraveling a story of legacy, identity, and the power of the choices we make.

She's learned how to survive in silence-long sleeves, careful smiles, and the kind of quiet that keeps everyone else comfortable while she slowly disappears inside herself. One careless moment at dinner is all it takes. A shift of fabric, a glimpse of what she's been hiding, and the room fractures-concern, questions, something like anger, all pressing in at once. She doesn't stay to hear any of it. She can't. Because staying has always meant risk, and risk has always meant them. Azriel has been watching her longer than he's allowed himself to admit-reading the flinches she thinks no one sees, the way her fear clings to the air around her like a second shadow. And when she runs, he doesn't hesitate this time.

"He loves me like there is no red in the water It's loud in my ears, the call to surrender There is no future worth more than this Savior" - Red In The Water, Chloe Ament OR IN WHICH Sirius Black's Daughter falls through the veil instead of him. Instead of dying she wake up as a witch in Prythian and is drawn to the infamous shadowsinger of the Night Court. FANDOM: Harry Potter x ACOTAR ERA: AU of HP, AU of ACOTAR SHIPS: Vulpecula Black (Fem OC) x Azriel © xoastorybynatxoxo, 2025.

Reencarnei como Clare Beddor. Dentre tantos personagens fodas pra virar, me transformei logo numa humana meia boca que vai morrer no primeiro livro no lugar da protagonista. Seja lá que divindade decidiu fazer chacota da minha cara, eu que não ficaria sentada esperando a morte vim me buscar de bandeja... Finalmente minhas releituras de acotar seriam bem utilizadas! Clare Beddor viverá e foda-se que o rumo da história possa mudar!

Bella Swan believed everyone would always choose her. She was wrong. After years of selfish decisions, broken promises, reckless behavior, and treating the people around her as though they would never leave, the cracks finally begin to show. Charlie is done making excuses. Jacob refuses to be anyone's backup plan. Even the Cullens start questioning whether Bella's presence is tearing their family apart instead of bringing them together. Just as Bella's carefully built world begins to crumble, a new girl arrives in Forks. Kind, courageous, and fiercely loyal, she earns the trust and friendship of the people Bella took for granted. As old loyalties shift and new bonds are formed, Bella is forced to face a truth she never wanted to hear: Being the main character in your own story doesn't mean everyone else has to make you theirs. Will Bella finally change... or lose everything she thought would always be hers?

"A blood moon?" Daemon asked, holding his firstborn in his arms. When he heard of his daughter's birth he had left the Red Keep instantly. "Yes my prince." Lady Sheila confirmed. "The smallfolk are whispering of a Targaryen born under a blood moon." "They should." Daemon said. "In our culture, being born under a blood moon is a sign of greatness." In 112 AC, under the light of the blood moon, the Ruby Queen was born, with fire in her heart and running magic in her veins.

Ophelia felt like she was being hunted all over again. Life never seemed to give her a break. Now, she had Teddy and needed to make a decision that would forever change their lives. Of course, she couldn't leave without speaking to the two who were closest to her. What they were attempting would alter their lives forever, hopefully for the good. HP/HOTD Crossover AU

Some people die quietly. They slip between seconds. Between breaths. Between the space of a heartbeat and the next. Their lives close like a book gently set down on a table. Pandora did not die quietly. She died mid-sentence, mid-argument, mid-life. She died with formulas half-memorized and coffee still warm in her hand. She died thinking about entropy and exam halls and whether she'd locked her apartment door. She did not die ready. And the worst part? She remembered it. This is not a story about fate choosing her. No prophecy circled her cradle. No stars aligned over her birth. She was not special. She was simply... misplaced. A girl who should have lived past nineteen. A girl who should have walked into a university hall and complained about thermodynamics and sent voice notes about how unfair life was. Instead, she woke up small. Helpless. In a world that did not care about second chances. In a kingdom built on stone and secrets. In a fortress where children were raised to fight before they were taught to hope. This is the story of Pandora - who died ordinary and woke up somewhere dragons rule the sky and survival is not guaranteed. She does not arrive powerful. She does not arrive prepared. She arrives screaming. And somewhere far above the fortress walls, something ancient shifts its wings. Because war does not pause for reincarnated girls. And Navarre does not soften for anyone. Xaden X OC reincarnated this is my first ff y'all . hope you enjoy lol? also I was inspired by my absolute beef with physics so-

Saeloria Targaryen is a paradox made flesh-the youngest dragonrider in Valyrian history, the golden princess of House Targaryen, the firstborn child of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, and the elder sister of Rhaenyra. She is everything a legend should remember. There is only one problem. Saeloria Targaryen was never meant to exist. In another life, she was Aaliyah-a modern girl whose death should have been the end. Instead, she awakens before a radiant dragon goddess, one of the Fourteen Flames, who offers her an impossible gift: a second life, granted on the whim of a careless, dying remark. Reborn in fire and blood, Aaliyah becomes Saeloria, the Golden Princess, and finds herself at the heart of a family already teetering on the edge of ruin. Armed with knowledge of what is to come, she takes it upon herself to change fate, to protect those destined to fall, and to rewrite a history steeped in betrayal, grief, and war. But the world of dragons is not so easily reshaped.

In a world governed by power and blood, Rhaenyra Targaryen has been a pawn twice over. First as the doomed heir to the Iron Throne and later as Rhae Potter, the girl raised to die for the greater good. Reborn into her first life at the age of seven, she refuses to let history repeat itself. With no intention of fighting for a throne that only promises agony, Rhaenyra plots her escape as well as her mother's. Her path crosses with an unlikely ally whilst in Essos: Prince Qoren Martell. To the world, he is a young prince in the shadow of a regent, but he is actually Baelor Targaryen reincarnated. Burdened by the memories of a past life and the guilt of a realm he once tried to save, Qoren understands the cost of Targaryen blood better than anyone. Bound by their shared pasts and a mutual disdain for the machinations of King's Landing, they enter into a marriage of passion and devotion they had never known. In a world of fire and blood, Rhaenyra and Baelor have finally chosen peace at any cost.