What would happen if death rejected the faith of the path Selina Lilith Potter Black was forced to follow tell the very end. "This isn't the path meant for you. You need to go back, but you'll keep the knowledge of what you learned in this life." Before Selina can even refuse or reject the offer, needing to see her parents, Sirius, Remus, Tonks, and Fred. Now she is sent back in time at the age of 5 years old and back to the Dudley but this time she needs to change things either for the better for her or for the worse for others. (A/n) I do not own Harry Potter just the ideas and my OC.

The war was won-but victory came drenched in blood. As silence fell over the battlefield, Harry Potter thought he had finally defeated fate. Until Neville's scream tore through the air. Until he saw her-Hermione-on the ground, her lifeblood seeping through Luna's trembling hands. Her last breath carried words that shattered him completely: "I love you, Harry. Please... live for me." And he did. But the boy who lived became the man the world would learn to fear. What rose from the ashes of that night was no hero. It was vengeance, wrath, and sorrow reborn in one man. Harry Potter burned the world that took her away. Ministries crumbled, corrupt leaders fell, and even former allies perished beneath his wand. He became the Dark King-the ruler of shadows, the justice of the forsaken, the nightmare of every hypocrite who once called him "savior." He gave freedom to magical creatures because she had dreamed of it. He destroyed tyranny because she had hated it. Every conquest was for her. Every drop of blood he spilled was in her name. And when his vengeance was done, he took his final breath beside her portrait, whispering that he had lived for her-just as she asked. But death was not the end. When his eyes opened again, he was fifteen-alive, whole, and back in old room of Dudley. The war hadn't happened. Hermione was alive. Sirius was alive. Everything he lost was his again. Only this time, he wasn't the naive boy they could manipulate. This time, he remembered everything. The betrayals. The pain. The lies. The power. Now, with the wisdom of a dark lord and the heart of a man who loved too deeply, Harry will rewrite destiny itself. No Dumbledore. No Voldemort. No rules. This time, the game belongs to him-and the world will bow before the boy who conquered death to protect his queen.

Magdalena 'Stiles' Stilinski is in a new world when she is taken by Gerard Argent. As his hand comes down across her face, something unlocks inside her. A secret. A history heavy and burdened with loss and tragedy. Now, she is back and nothing will stop her from finding her place in this life.

A Harry Potter/Iron man, Avengers ish crossover fanfiction. After the war, fifteen-year-old Viola Potter learns a secret her parents took to the grave. The man she knew as her father was actually her mother. And her biological father is Tony Stark. Armed with nothing but letters from the dead and a lifetime of unanswered questions, Viola reaches out to the father who never knew she existed. Neither of them is prepared for what comes next.

Harry Potter was 12 years old when his body gained a few extra appendages, and a whole world that went with them. This story is discontinued. I'm just... done with it. I don't know. Read if you want, and message me if you want to continue it yourself. I just want to be done with it.

cherina calister-swan was breathtaking and it wasn't just her looks. yes, she had the kind of face that made people stop mid-sentence, the kind that stayed with you even after she was gone. but there was more to her than beauty. it was the way she moved, like she didn't quite touch the ground when she walked. there was a quiet rhythm to her presence, a kind of gravity. even her silences were louder than most people's words. when she spoke, you listened. like her voice was a command. it was soft, low, with just enough edge to make you lean in closer. after her father's recent 'accident'- a word that didn't sit right in anyone's mouth, she was sent to forks to live with her cousin, bella swan, and her uncle, charlie. she didn't talk about the accident. she didn't talk about much at all. but her eyes said enough. bella wasn't sure what to make of her at first. she didn't come with luggage full of secrets- she was the secret. composed, eyes always scanning the room like she was counting exits. and though she never asked to be seen, she always was. people noticed. they always did.

The world had ended for her once before -shattered in a blaze of green light and a final, defiant stand. She'd been Harry Potter then, the Girl Who Lived, the Chosen One, a witch forged in fire and loss. But death, it seemed, was not the end. The universe had a strange way of rewriting stories, and hers was no exception. When her eyes fluttered open again, it wasn't to the cold stone of Hogwarts or the echo remnants of a prophecy. It was to the damp, misty air of Forks, Washington, and a name that felt foreign on her tongue: Helen Lily Swan. Reborn as the twin sister of Isabella Swan, Helen carried the weight of two lives-one etched in magic, the other tangled in the quiet chaos of a small town hiding secrets deeper than the forests that surrounded it. She was still a witch, her power simmering beneath her skin. But this world was different. It wasn't just vampires and werewolves that prowled the edges of her new reality-it was something more primal, something that called to her in a way magic never had. Paul Lahote was a storm wrapped in human flesh, a wolf bound by instinct and fury. The moment their eyes locked across the rain-soaked reservation, the world tilted. Imprinting, they called it-a bond unbreakable, a thread tied by fate itself. For Paul, it was everything. For Helen, it was a complication. She hadn't fought Voldemort, survived a war, and clawed her way back to life just to be tethered again. Yet, there was no denying the pull, the heat that flared in her chest when he was near, and the way her magic seemed to hum in his presence. Bella's arrival created its own complications by drawing the attention of the Cullens. Helen was no stranger to monsters, but these ones glittered in the sunlight and drank blood instead of souls. And then there were the wolves-Paul's pack-fierce, loyal, and tied to her in ways she had yet to solve. And she was no damsel, no pawn in someone else's story. She was Helen Swan, and this time, she'd write her own ending.

When the Wizarding World and the Avengers must watch the life of Ivy Potter, also known as Ivy Ivanova, to change the future. Ivy Potter is not all she seems. Neglected by the Potters who favor her twin Harry, she finds a new family and the Potters are left shocked by just how powerful Ivy became. Disclaimer I do not own the Marvel or Harry Potter universes or their characters. I only own my oc and parts of the plot I make.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 tom riddle fell inlove, with conflicted expression he chose power over her, wanting to go back and change his decision, he soon learned that there are things you can't go back and live with regret. (𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐱 𝐨𝐜) (𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐨𝐜) 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟓, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝:

Cordelia Treasure Lucius Black "Her Divine Highness" "Princess of The Sea" "Heiress of The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black" "Heroine of Olymups" "The Sun God's Solmate" "Daughter of Posidon"