What if Harry Potter had been born a girl? What if she were different than her male counterpart? Carina Potter, orphaned and raised by neglectful relatives, discovers on her eleventh birthday that she is a witch. As she enters Hogwarts, her world changes dramatically, bringing new friendships, courage, and a deeper understanding of her identity and legacy. Through spells and challenges, she learns to navigate magic and her emotions, ultimately taking control of her destiny and showing that light can emerge from darkness.

Tom Riddle x OC "it's the way he looks at you, i mean, none of us have seen him that way with anyone. it's pure infatuation." The battle of Hogwarts nears its end. Aurelia Lestrange standing opposing her parents, alongside Harry Potter. Entrusted the mission to destroy Ravenclaw's diadem, but she was intercepted by someone. What happens when a girl gets sent back in time, face to face with her own murderer?

Lydia Weasley is the shadow in the corner of the room the sibling no one mentions, the Slytherin Weasley, the girl with silence stitched between her words and shadows trailing behind her like loyal pets. Born into a family of fire and light, she chose darkness to survive maybe also to destroy..... At Hogwarts, Lydia doesn't fit the mold. She isn't loud, she isn't kind, and she certainly isn't what anyone expects a Weasley to be. But maybe that's the point. Some magic isn't meant to be seen. And some hearts like hers hide for a reason.

"I didn't teach Tom Riddle how to be a hero. I only gave the monster a reason to exist." Sixteen-year-old Shreyansh was supposed to die in 2026. Instead, he wakes up in the freezing damp of 1938 London, trapped in the small, copper skinned body of a child with a lightning bolt scar. He knows the story. He knows of the Horcruxes. He knows the boy in the bed across from him is destined to become the darkest wizard in history. Shreyansh has a plan :- soft words, shared bread, and a friendship that will heal Tom Riddle's fractured soul. But the 1930s are a cruel place. The plot is broken. The hero is a lie. And the Dark Lord is in love. (CRACKFIC DISGUISED BY POOR ATTEMPT AT LITERATURE)

"You're her daughter." Those three words have followed Nyx Lestrange her entire life. As the only child of Bellatrix Lestrange, Nyx arrives at Hogwarts carrying a name feared throughout the wizarding world. Before anyone knows who she is, they've already decided who she'll become. Some see another future Death Eater. Some see a monster waiting to happen. Others see a frightened girl trying to escape a legacy she never chose. While her mother wastes away in Azkaban, Nyx must navigate seven years of friendships, betrayals, love, loss, and a war that threatens to consume everyone she cares about. Torn between the family that raised her and the people who teach her what kindness truly is, she'll discover that blood may shape who you are... ...but it doesn't have to decide who you become. *An alternate-universe Harry Potter fanfiction following Bellatrix Lestrange's daughter from her first year at Hogwarts to the Battle of Hogwarts-and beyond.* Warning ⚠️: There will be cussing, and probably a few make out scenes, and possibly a smut scene (depends on if I want to or not). Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its original characters and world. They belong to J. K. Rowling. I only own my original characters, plot additions, and original scenes.

🍒🍷 Hidden away in Italy for ten years, Seraphina Lestrange arrives at Hogwarts carrying the only thing she has left of her mother: a name that makes people whisper before they've even met her. In Slytherin, whispers become invitations. Old traditions become second nature. And for the first time, the world she's always heard about begins to feel like home. Then there is Theodore Nott-Quiet,clever and utterly impossible to ignore. Somewhere between Christmases, impossible choices, and a bottle of black cherry wine left unopened, they begin writing a story neither of them knows will become a legend. Some stories end with a happily ever after,others are remembered by the people who swear they watched them die. ⚠️SLOWEST OF BURNS AND LONG ASS CHAPTERS⚠️ ALL CARACTERS BELONG TO JK ROLLING I DO NOT OWN ANY EXCEPT THE ONE I MENTION BEYING OCS.

Albus Dumbledore believed that by sending Octavia Vaelcrest away from the wizarding world, she could escape the darkness of her family's legacy. The question was never whether she would learn the truth of who she was. It was whether she would embrace it. [𝒯ℴ𝓂 ℛ𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁ℯ 𝓍 𝒻ℯ𝓂𝒶𝓁ℯ ℴ𝒸]

​The Wrong Choice, The Right Vengeance. ​When the dust settled on that fateful Halloween night, the Wizarding World cheered for the wrong savior. Blinded by Albus Dumbledore's grand designs, James and Lily Potter made a choice that would change the course of magical history: they cast aside their eldest son, Hadrian, in favor of their newly declared "Boy-Who-Lived." ​Deposited on the doorstep of the prestige-obsessed Dursleys, Hadrian didn't fit into Vernon's perfect, normal world. Fearing the "freak" would ruin their social standing, his uncle dumped him at a cold, forgotten orphanage, believing they had solved their problem. ​They thought they had discarded a burden. They didn't realize they had unleashed a monster. ​Years later, Hogwarts comes calling for the forgotten twin. But Hadrian Potter isn't the weapon the Light side expects. He is cold, brilliant, and perfectly aware of the bloodline they tried to steal from him. The Potters want their son back, Dumbledore wants a loyal soldier, and the Light expects submission. ​Too bad Hadrian answers to a much darker power. (ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ)

Rodophlus dies in a raid, and Bellatrix turns to her Lord for comfort - just not the type of comfort he had in mind... Enter Callia Riddle. This fic is sort-of AU, and does have at least one slash pairing, though it will not be the main focus. I own nothing besides Callia and the plot. *Updates every Sunday, Wednesday, and Friday. I wrote this when I was like 13, so the plot/dialogue isn't the best. Callia is more of a Mary Sue character, and I may rewrite this one day.

Harry Potter was never the hero they thought he was. Not deep down. Before his ninth birthday, he meets Death and learns what the world will never understand: affection is a currency, power is safety, and control is everything. Death arms him with knowledge. Tom Riddle offers him vision. The Wizarding World, in its ignorance, gives him the perfect mask. Sorted into Slytherin, Harry becomes exactly what they want to see-the golden boy with the easy smile, the savior draped in light. But behind the angel's face lies a mind forged in shadows, ruthless and ravenous. Hadrian Peverell does not crave survival. He craves devotion. He craves fear. He craves a world that kneels because it loves him too much to resist. And when he finds Tom Riddle's diary, speaking and thinking and plotting... well, why go back to the 1940s when you can bring the Dark Lord to you? He dreams of drawing him close, of building an empire hand in hand. Together, they'll build something better. A world worthy of their brilliance. A world that loves him, fears him, needs him. Harry Potter was born to die. Hadrian Peverell was born to rule.