After surviving the Inferi, Regulus fakes his death and hides in the Muggle world. But just eight years later, he is 'forced' back into the Wizarding World. Now he needs to raise the son of the only man he ever loved. He truly wasn't expecting everything that follows the boy. But he soon comes to love the boy as his own. &&& Harry is glad to be away from the Dursleys. They never felt like home. They never showed care or love. Now he feels wanted for the first time in his life, and he decides he likes it. Nobody will take his new family away from him. Nobody.

❝𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮.❞ ❝𝙊𝙝, 𝙚𝙧- 𝙬𝙤𝙬. 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚.❞ ❝𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙣𝙤-❞ ℌarry Potter has been the chosen one for as long as he could remember. Not that he minded. Besides fighting Lord Voldemort every year and nearly dying while being at it, he quite liked the attention he received from being the 'chosen one'. Though this year, he's starting to wonder why he couldn't just jump off the astronomy tower. Foolish of him to wish for a normal school year. No, he just had to be chosen for the Triwizard Tournament. And if his life couldn't get any weirder, he just also had to run into his teenage father and his friends from sixteen years ago. 𝓸𝓻 𝕴𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖚𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖚𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖗. {Harry Potter x oc}

The war was going badly. Hope wore thin, worn down by funerals and betrayals. And Hermione Granger was tired of watching the people she loved die. So she turned to something older than wand magic. Something forbidden. Buried in the bowels of the Black Family Library, there it was: Vinculum Sanguinis. Blood magic-raw, binding, and irreversible. She wasn't summoning a spirit. She was summoning a soul. Regulus Arcturus Black: traitor to Voldemort, presumed dead, drowned by his own mission. The ritual was agony. It called for a drop of her blood, a binding vow, and a name spoken with intent. She gave more than a drop. When the circle of runes lit up with searing gold, and the air crackled like a storm breaking, Regulus appeared-naked, furious, and alive. "You called me," he said. His voice was low and sharp, like a blade drawn in the dark. Hermione collapsed, the toll of the ritual stealing her breath. "We're bound. Soul to soul. You're mine now." His eyes-those same steel-gray Black eyes-narrowed. "And you are mine." Regulus learned quickly. He was colder than Sirius, quieter. But once he understood what had become of the world-what Voldemort had turned into-he didn't hesitate. "We end this," he told her one night. "Not for the Order. Not for Potter. For family." He moved through the shadows. Undetected. Whispers of a third side rose. The war paused. Every living Black turned to him. Even the cursed ones. Even Draco. He didn't speak. He didn't need to. His presence said enough. They followed. He wasn't there for sides. He was there for blood. And anyone threatening Hermione Granger was already marked for death.

"You have your mother's eyes," he slurred, his words carrying the weight of both nostalgia and regret.

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.

It has been one year after the war. Harry hasn't felt whole from the moment Sirius died. He felt it would be poetic if he died in the same place as Sirius on his birthday. But things never went the way Harry wanted them to. They never did. He received a letter from Gringotts on his 19th birthday. He discovered quite a lot that morning. He planned to quietly end his life, but this visit to Gringotts changed his mind. He was going to go back, take Death's offer that he was offered when he was hit with the killing curse, and wreck havoc on people who made his life a misery. Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. It belongs to J.K.Rowling. I am only borrowing the characters. The story is mine.

Slytherin boys: Tom, Mattheo, Blaise, Theodore, Lorenzo and Draco. TOM and MATTHEO are NOT RELATED EACH ACT CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE. consider five extremely rich and powerful boys. add Greek god like bodies and fatally attractive faces. add a soulmate bond linking them all to one another. add one missing piece of the bond; their last and youngest mate. add shared trauma and nightmares because of a power hungry, homophobic, psycho. you are left with the ruthless slytherin boys. consider a beautiful Hufflepuff girl. add major trust issues, childhood trauma and anxiety. subtract emotional security and loving parents. add Lana del Rey, sarcasm, and humor used as a coping mechanism. add five unknown soulmates and an unhealthy chocolate addiction. you are left with Ahilya Shyam. need i say more? yes, actually. Ahilya's sperm donor happens to be the previously mentioned power hungry, homophobic psycho who gave the boys life long trauma and a good amount of mental health issues. of course, he gave Ahilya a lot worse damage than that, but in true introvert fashion, the only person who knows of Ahilya's past and trauma is the giant squid. Warnings⚠️: POLYAMORY (don't like it, don't read it, hate comments won't be tolerated), MORALLY GREY CHARACTERS, homophobia, sexism, child abuse, self harm, mental health issues, eating disorder, mentions of drug abuse, alcohol abuse, mentions of pedophilia, HPU isn't mine, slytherin boys aren't mine, images used in the book aren't mine.

random marauders incorrect quotes! tell me how tf is my story #1 on #jegulus #incorrect quotes 07/18/25 #1 on rosekiller (how?) cover credits: _justucru on IG

In a world shaped by prophecy, Hazel Lilly Potter was never meant to matter. She wasn't the Chosen One. She was the twin sister in the background - quiet, overlooked, surviving in the shadow of her brother's fame. But when the Goblet of Fire spits out her name instead of Harry's, Hazel is thrust into a deadly tournament she never wanted, with no allies, no answers... and no way out. Desperate to survive, she turns to an ancient book of forbidden magic - and unknowingly summons Regulus Black from beyond the Veil. Not just as a ghost, but as something more: bound to her by magic, tethered by fate. As Hazel trains under his guidance, a deep connection grows between them - one that defies death, war, and the roles others have written for them. Together, they uncover the truth behind the Triwizard Tournament, the return of Voldemort, and the fractured choices of the Order. But power always demands a cost, and Hazel must decide what she's willing to risk to forge a new path - one that answers to neither Dumbledore nor the Dark Lord. A path built not on prophecy... ...but on choice.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2- ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇɢᴜɴ. ᴠᴏʟᴅᴇᴍᴏʀᴛ ɪꜱ ʀɪꜱɪɴɢ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ɪꜱ ʜᴇʀ. ᴄᴀꜱꜱɪᴏᴘᴇɪᴀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴀꜱ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏꜱᴛᴇʀɪᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ꜰʀᴀᴄᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ʟᴏʏᴀʟᴛɪᴇꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ - ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ. ᴀꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴜɴꜱᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ꜱᴘɪʀᴀʟꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪʟʟ ʜᴇʀ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ʜᴇʀ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ. ᴅᴜᴍʙʟᴇᴅᴏʀᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏʏᴀʟᴛʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴꜱ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴏ-ᴛʜᴇᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛ? ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀ ᴢᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ, ᴄᴀꜱꜱɪᴏᴘᴇɪᴀ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ - ᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱʜᴇ ʙᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ᴏꜰ r