What do you do when you're the Boy Who Lived... and you want absolutely nothing to do with it? Harry Potter never asked for fame, fans, or the weight of a prophecy. So he does what any self-respecting eleven-year-old chaos gremlin would do-he fakes his own identity with the help of goblins, reinvents himself as Hadrian Riddle, and enters Hogwarts ready to enjoy life his way. But Hogwarts isn't ready for him. With a growing inner circle of oddballs, pranksters, and confused purebloods, Hadrian navigates classes, house rivalries, magical secrets, and the occasional dance-off, all while pranking the entire wizarding world and accidentally becoming more beloved than he ever intended. Dumbledore thinks love will save him. The Weasley twins think he's their dark lord. Silvia thinks he's a god. Vicky is dealing with an Identity Crisis. Snape is still obsessed with Lily. And Hadrian? He just wants snacks and a nap. Let the chaos begin. Going to introduce you too some very popular content creators who do Harry Potter. Enjoy

Everyone thinks they know the story of the Girl-Who-Lived. They believe she's being raised in a castle by servants, treated like a princess. They would be wrong. Iris Potter was a small six-year-old girl kept in a cupboard under the stairs, when her only friend, a spider named Silk, dies, her magic reacted in a way no one had ever seen before. Magical world, watch out, there's a Black Widow on the loose. BE WARNED THIS STORY WILL GET DARK.

Harry Potter lived a life filled with pain, betrayal and loneliness. She thought death will be peaceful. She thought she will finally meet her parents but death had another plans..... Nothing says "CHOSEN ONE" like being reborn into the oldest and deadliest family in the world... Oh well Heavens save New Orleans now cause Harry now known as Hope won't hesitate to destroy what harms her family

Blood flowed like wine, red and sickly sweet, intoxicating too, so much more intoxicating than booze, or bud, or even a good fight. Tearing into throats like a wild animal, bent on destruction and sustenance. It wasn't cruel-it was the necessary fulfillment of need. Once the initial ferocious contact had faded from fighting to feeding, it was almost tender, a babe in arms suckling at mother's breast, nipples raw and tender but ever-giving, ever-nurturing. It was in these moments that life felt real, not the monotony of daytime, when sunlight dulled senses to dull white buzzing. In the dark and the chaos everything was simple. There were needs, and there would be satisfaction. There was hunger, and there would be satiety. There were no mindless, pointless bureaucratic rules, or unnatural structures. There was blood, and that was all she needed. --- Tamara wasn't one for affection. She didn't hug, or talk at dinner, or roll dice or flip the board on family game night. She didn't watch MTV with Sam, or keep Micharl company while he fixed his motorcycle. The closest she had gotten to bonding with her mother in the past few years was ask her to grab tampons during her grocery run. Tamara wasn't fond of attachment, it seemed. To those around her she had always been like this, particularly her high school peers, but the other Emerson's had memories of a gentler, more affectionate Tamara. In truth she had never been bubbly, or friendly, or fond of hugs, but she used to talk more, she used to play cards after dinner. But it had been years since that had happened. A/N: This is a rewrite of an old fic that is currently still up on my page, though it is severely edited. This is the better version

This is what happens when a bookworm is reincarnated in the HP universe Maria was a quiet girl, living in a small town in Ostrów Wielkopolski province, Poland. She wasn't exactly shy, she was just an introverted person who preferred reading books over socialising. She didn't expect that anything exciting will happen in her life, she was simply a nobody with a questionable obsession with Hp, Marauders, Anime and anything that had some kind of trauma in it. For her it was just another day, she just finished working a job that made her spend way to much time in school, so she decided to distress and go to her local library to read a book, because in this economy books cost way to much, even if in the European continent they are cheaper than other countries/continents, eventually it was closing time so she left, but the unthinkable happened, she was hit by the one and only truck-kun whom made her reincarnated as the female version of Harry Potter: Harriet Potter ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ Hi, thanks for reading this book, this is a book from when I was 12 so sorry if it's cringe or has grammatical errors (English is not my native language), the OC who got in Harriets body is based of myself so please no hate on her, there may be references from other fan fics (Hp and not). And generally I hope you enjoy this and shoutout to my sis, Anime_Sofi for helping me write this story. If this storyline or any fact may seem a bit off, it's because originally this was written secretly in my middle school lectures, please correct and comment on my error. I will probably publish irregularly because of school, and I may return to correct for a third time or more this book, so sorry if you may find that out of nowhere a random chapter get's changed.

Moving to Santa Carla always crossed your mind but when something drives you away from home you know that you were ready. But you weren't ready for the change... Starting a new life and meeting Michael is just the beginning of what Santa Carla has in stock for you ... I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS FROM THE LOST BOYS , only ones I have created ... The initial plot from this story has changed due to me having different plans and of course maturing over time...

" Vampires are supposed to be a myth, scary bedtime stories told to children"

Diana: "Hey, you. Ever die from cancer and wake up as someone who technically didn't exist?" Harry: "And then end up in a world where magic and multiverses collide - with her dragging me into chaos." Diana: "Chaos? Please. I call it epic. Terrifyingly awesome, actually." Harry: "Fine. Epic, crazy, intimidating. And yes, I still fell for her." Diana: "And I fell for him. But shh - spoilers." Harry: "So buckle up. Expect magic, danger, and lots of teasing." Diana: "And me being fabulous. You're stuck with us now. Enjoy the ride!"

"I could walk away... but where's the fun in that?" (Y/N) was pretty sure she hadn't been hit by Truck-kun. No dramatic isekai moment, no ominous white room-just went to sleep in her bed and woke up in a gilded mansion with a weird, glowy bracelet stuck on her wrist. Cool. Normal Tuesday. Oh, and bam-now she's trapped in a world where K-pop idols hunt demons (and also, apparently, are demons). "Well, at least I'm rich now," she mused, running a hand over the velvet drapes of her new (unwanted) palace. The problem? She didn't sign up for this. The bigger problem? The demons are ridiculously hot (fight me). The biggest problem? She might've accidentally... kinda... sorta... wanted to help them? "Mamma mia." A slow grin spread across her face as she eyed the chaos outside her window-hunters chasing shadows, demons smirking from rooftops, and a certain mysterious old woman's words echoing in her mind. "You know what? Screw the plot. Let the games begin."

The classic story of a girl getting dropped into a movie, but this one has no interest in flinging herself in the middle of a dangerous plotline. Still, can she really do nothing while her favorite characters get killed? Of course not. So what's a practical girl to do? What are the real risks and just how ruthless does actual practicality demand? She'll be tempted and tested at every turn, but what does she really want? Or is it a matter of what she needs?