𝔇𝔯𝔬𝔭 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔐𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔎𝔦𝔰𝔰 𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫 'ℭ𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 ℑ 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔰 𝔣𝔩𝔶, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔸𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕒 ℙ𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖. 𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕡 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕥 ℍ𝕠𝕘𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕥 ℂ𝕒𝕞𝕡 ℍ𝕒𝕝𝕗-𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕. 𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕠𝕓𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕒. 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝔸𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕒 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤, 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕠 ℍ𝕠𝕘𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕡 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪. {ℙ𝕁𝕆 𝕩 ℍℙ} {𝔽𝕖𝕞!ℍℙ} {ℍ𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕤 𝕩 𝕆ℂ} Can

Tom Riddle had a secret - he had murdered his family. Arabella Chambers knew his secret - she had witnessed it. After Tom Riddle kills Arabella Chambers, he steals her wand for safekeeping. But, unexpectedly, Arabella shows up at Hogwarts, very much alive, and Tom is determined to find out how. ••• Tom Riddle was a powerful orphan. Conceived under the influence of a love potion, he could not feel love. But he wanted to rule forever. He wanted to live. Arabella Chambers was a cursed vampire. She had lost everyone and everything she had ever loved. She wanted to die. ••• "But for some reason, Arabella felt the urge to figure him out. Perhaps that was the only vague, useless excuse she could find to not kill him for stealing her wand, but it was enough."

They had lost more than they could live without, what harm could the spell do? Vi and George were the same, wandering in a world they wanted no part of anymore. What harm could a tumble through time really cause? Fem Harry Potter Alternate Universe

This is the story of the Chosen one and the Prince who is Promised. They were brought together by fate but they stayed together by choice. For she brings with her the wild lost art of magic and he has Fire, Blood and Ice in his veins, together they will bring a new dawn as their destiny is to rule. Fem! Harry and Jon Snow Robb S. and Daenerys T. No slash.

When the Master of Death closed her eyes for the last time, she expected to greet Death as an old friend and finally find the long-overdue peace she deserved. Instead, she woke to the howling winds of the North and the weight of a name that commanded the loyalty of a thousand years. Reborn as Frigga Stark, the only child and heiress of Lord Ellard, the girl who was once Iolanthe Potter must navigate a world where magic heresy. Her childhood is a struggle of reconciliation as she adjusts to a woman's life in a patriarchal society while her magic hums beneath her skin. But the North is a hard land and Frigga is no longer a martyr. Seeing the vultures circle her father's seat, she uses her past-life cunning to solidify her claim as the first ruling Lady of Winterfell, outmaneuvering ambitious uncles and traditionalist lords alike. When King Jaehaerys I shatters tradition by binding the North to the Crown, Frigga finds herself matched with the most volatile man in the realm: Prince Daemon Targaryen. The Rogue Prince arrives expecting a submissive and boring Northern bride, but he quickly discovers that while he rides a dragon, his wife holds the powers of a god. And yet, there is no hope for respite: when it comes to the game of thrones, you either win or you die.

"There is no evil in sorcery. Only in the hearts of men." - Merlin Almost everyone in the wizard community know who the Weasley Family is; an old line of purebloods with red hair, freckles and enough children to start their own Quidditch team. But Seraphina Weasley often felt like an outcast in her own family; with hair a little too red, no freckles and with siblings so much older than herself that she often felt like an only child. There isn't a single grown witch or wizard that doesn't know who the Black Family is; an ancient line of purebloods with great good looks, an air of aristocratic elegance and a haughtiness few could miss. Sirius Black appeared to be all this on the outside but deep within he always knew he was different from the rest of his family. [BOOK 1]

(Harry Potter wtm) What if Sally Jackson wasn't Sally Jackson, but Marigold Potter. A girl who just wanted an escape. What if the Gods, Demigods and past and present of the wizarding world were gathered to see her life and revealed secrets that many wanted to stay hidden? Secrets will be told The truth will be revealed And things that were once believed to be impossible are now proven true Will everyone make it through? Will someone get hurt? Will friendships and relationships be tested? It is truly unknown. But what is known is that the fates really have it out for the Jackson's and their painful lives. Live that everyone now has to see. Fun...

"Her name will not be Lyanna. Nor Joanna." her husband declared. "No, her name is Ingrid." Born as lightning lit up the birthing room, she would grow up learning the game and eventually, making her plays. She would not be forgotten, no, she would forever be remembered as the Queen of Storms. Crosspostes on my ao3 account!

In which the group from the past watch how their decisions changed the future. [Book 1- Part 1:Philosopher Stone] [Book 1- Part 2: Lightning Thief] [Book 1- Part 3: Chamber of Secrets] [Book 1- Part 4: Sea of Monsters] [Book 1- Part 5: Prisoner of Azkaban] [Book 1- Part 6: Titan's Curse] [The(a) Universe part 1] [Irregular updates] I do not own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson. All rights for the characters go to J.K Rowling and Rick Riordan. I own my OCs and the altered storyline. Disclaimer: this story contains themes related to LGBTQ+ so if you have any problem with that, i would recommend not reading the book instead of potentially spreading hate.

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.