Cassandra Alejandra Potter-Black never signed up to be a hero. Prophecies, gods, and wars were all just minor inconveniences in her otherwise immortal existence. But when a little thing called the Second Wizarding Blood War happened-and she somehow got tangled up in it-she realized that the universe doesn't always care about your personal preferences. After defeating a dark lord and watching half the wizarding world crumble, Cassandra decides to leave behind the mess and return to her true roots: the divine chaos of Camp Half-Blood. Because why not? It's not like the gods are going to leave her alone anyway. Now, with her mortal friends scattered, a stolen Master Bolt causing drama, and a half-brother she never asked for in the picture, Cassandra is back where she belongs-at the intersection of divine family drama and chaotic prophecies. Is she thrilled? Not really. But she's immortal-and if there's one thing immortality teaches you, it's that you have all the time in the world to fix everyone else's mistakes.

After the war, Lyra Potter is utterly, completely, and unapologetically done with the wizarding world. The media? Shitstorm. The Ministry? Corrupt as ever. The so-called Light Lords? Idiots. The so-called Dark Lords? Even bigger idiots. So, despite her well-meaning (but infuriating) friends, Lyra packs up, flips the wizarding world the metaphorical bird, takes her godson Teddy, and vanishes. Her destination? Mystic Falls. A quiet, unassuming town where one of her Black ancestors once built a lavish estate-the Black Palace. She hopes for peace and quiet-a fresh start, away from magic, war, and endless expectations. But deep down? She knows better. There is no peace for her. Why? Because she is, after all, Death's Little Angel of Chaos. And a Potter. She doesn't seek trouble. Trouble finds her. And so, before she even realizes it, she's swept up in yet another whirlwind- Only this time, it's not scheming politicians, megalomaniac wizards, or dark prophecies. This time, it's- Vampires. Werewolves. Shapeshifters. Doppelgängers-apparently, she's one. An ancient ancestor who oddly approves of her. An annoying twin she has zero interest in. Two ridiculously dramatic vampire brothers. And an entire family of goddamn Originals. What has the world come to? Nothing. Just a storm called love hitting her in the most unexpected way. Her? Entangled with the Original Hybrid of all people? And did she mention she has her little godson with her? "You have got to be joking," she thinks.

Julie Stone was a regular girl; she lived in an orphanage, had some friends, and every now and then would bang her head against the wall due to stress. . . . Normal! Anyway, all her life Julie never seemed to quite fit in. She loved it, but her life didn't feel like her own. That was one of the reasons she loved reading! She could momentarily escape her world, even though it wasn't possible. Well, at least she thought so. . . . She never expected to be thrown in front of a bus and die. Who does? She never expected that the aftermath of death, was to wake up as a bushy-haired girl from the universe she loved so much. And she truly didn't expect Hermione Granger to have more backstory than what the books mentioned. Well, let's just say it was a twist Julie never expected. "Well that was a bloody dramatic introduction," Hermione said rolling her eyes. ⁂ [1st place • Gryffindorsav Sorting Awards] [ON-GOING] [OC x Fred Weasley (slow-burn (ish))] [PoA-DH]