Aurelia Malfoy is tired. Not the kind of tired that sleep can fix but a bone-deep weariness that has settled in her soul, draining her of everything she once was. She's lived through too much, seen too many faces disappear, and carried too many memories that feel like weights chained to her chest. Every moment of her life feels like a cruel game, one she's no longer willing to play. There's no fight left in her, only the haunting echoes of what she's lost-Hermione's laughter, Ron's resilience, Harry's love. Each death has chipped away at her until she's nothing but a hollow shell, barely holding herself together. And now, as she walks down the aisle toward a future she never chose, toward a man who represents everything she hates, Aurelia feels the final threads of her will unravel. To everyone watching, she's the radiant bride, tears glistening in her eyes. But they don't see the truth. They don't feel the quiet suffocation, the cracks in her façade, or the poison running through her veins. They can't hear the whispered screams in her mind or the desperate plea for release. And when she collapses, it isn't a shock to her-it's a relief. But death doesn't come. Instead, Aurelia wakes up gasping, disoriented and confused, in a place that feels achingly familiar yet impossibly distant. Her room. Her childhood room. Everything is pink and soft, untouched by the chaos of the life she remembers. Her hands are smaller, unmarked by the scars she had grown used to. Her skin is smooth, her body light, free from the heaviness that had consumed her for years. But this is no dream. The gods-or perhaps fate-have given her a second chance. A chance to rewrite her story, to fight for something better. Or maybe it's another cruel trick. Another burden to bear. The only thing Aurelia knows for sure is that she's alive. And this time, she won't waste a second of it.

In the realm of fire and blood, where dragons dance and ambition burns bright, two souls entwine in a fate forged by destiny's hand. Sitara Evangeline Potters-Black, mistress of death, lies on the precipice of childbirth, her essence flickering like a candle in the dark. In another life, Alicent Hightower, duty-bound and unfulfilled, faces her own peril in the throes of labor. As the veil between worlds thins, the gods intervene, trading their souls amidst the agony of creation-a rebirth wrapped in shadow. Awakening as Alicent Hightower, Sitara finds herself entangled in a web of power and rivalry, her heart heavy with the echoes of her past. Married to King Viserys Targaryen, she soon realizes that his love has waned, replaced by a growing affection for his daughter Rhaenyra. As their bond flourishes, Alicent's spirit wilts, suffocated by the weight of duty and a marriage steeped in disinterest. Yet, in the depths of her despair, a flicker of magic ignites within her-a dangerous gift that allows her to whisper the ancient tongues of dragons. Amidst the court's treachery and whispered betrayals, Alicent's path intertwines with that of Daemon Targaryen, the king's fierce brother. Initially adversaries in a deadly game of ambition, their hearts are drawn together, igniting a slow-burning flame that defies the boundaries of loyalty and duty. In the shadows of the Red Keep, passion blooms like a rose among thorns, a forbidden romance fraught with peril. In a world where every choice could lead to ruin, the stakes have never been higher. With the specter of death lurking, and alliances shifting like sand, can Alicent rise as a beacon of hope, or will she succumb to the darkness that seeks to claim her? The Dance of the Dragons beckons, and with it, the chance for redemption-or destruction. Rankings #1 in alicenthightower #1 in Houseofthedragon #1 in daemontargaryen

War. They had dragged her into it, wrapped her in prophecy, and painted her as some messiah with a target on her back, all to clean up their mess. She was supposed to fight their battles, die their hero, and leave the world tidily saved. But Alexandrina Potter didn't give a damn about anyone's savior fantasies anymore. It should have ended. She did her duty, paid in scars and losses, and tried to make her peace. Yet here she was, tossed back nearly three decades by a smugly amused Lord Death, dumped into the year 1958 with a son she'd kept hidden from the world and a blood-adopted daughter who carried a legacy darker than any shadow she'd ever faced. Thomas Alexander Potter, three years old, bright-eyed, her heart's calm anchor. And Delphini Lilith Potter, fierce, sharp, and bound to her not by fate but by Alexandrina's own stubborn defiance of it. They were hers, and damn it, that meant something. Her goals were simple, if slightly ambitious: avoid meddling wizards, rewrite the future, and raise her children without the looming threat of war breathing down their necks. Shouldn't be too hard, right? She'd already defeated one megalomaniac. What was a little time travel, a few impossible odds, and the chance of crossing paths with Tom Riddle when he was still just a snake-eyed schoolboy with delusions of grandeur? Life had given her a second chance-no more, no less. And she was bloody well going to use it. Most Impressive Ranking #1 enemiestolovers out of 117K stories