Ophelia Jackson was a fan of the Harry Potter universe, and when she died at the age of 37, she was reborn as Sirius Orion Black. Becoming the hope of the house of Black. Changing things for the better or worse.

This is the tale of Visenya Targaryen. No-not the Conqueror. Everyone knows the marriage between Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce was forged in resentment and sharpened by pride. But history forgets what followed a drunken night, a careless insult, and a child conceived in fury. A daughter. From the moment she drew breath, it was as if she had been chosen. Vhagar herself yields an egg for her cradle. Daemon understands the omen. His blood. His fire. Visenya Ingrid Targaryen-Lady of Runestone. Bride of Winterfell. Regent of the North. Rider of a sapphire dragon nearly the size of Vhagar herself. When the Dance of the Dragons begins, she is not a pawn in her father's war. She is the storm above it. Gods may flip coins for Targaryens. Visenya makes her own fate.

London has always believed it knows its women. It categorises them neatly-innocent or ambitious, desperate or dutiful, ruined or wed. Yet every few seasons, one arrives who refuses classification. Lady Amulya Leda Warrington is not new to the ton. She had seen a total of 20 summers, This is, in fact, her third season. She is known, respected, trusted-and entirely misunderstood. She has loved and lost quietly, stepped back when others lunged forward, and learned that power need not announce itself to be felt. Experience has taught her restraint, and restraint has taught her control. As London turns its gaze toward familiar spectacles, an older duke returns, a past quietly reopens, a friend starts seeking her aid and a woman long thought predictable begins to move with intention. This season is not about debutantes or desire. It is about distance-who is permitted closeness, who is kept wanting, and who is left behind. Those who fail to notice the shift may soon find themselves hopelessly ensnared. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Disclaimer : This story is set during Season Three of Bridgerton. All original characters, including Lady Amulya Leda Warrington, her family, house, and related original storylines, are the author's own creation. All canon characters, settings, and events from Bridgerton remain the property of their original creators. This work is a transformative addition and is not affiliated with or endorsed by the original series.

A story of a woman dead one night by crash and waking up in a 4 year girl body

Juniper Potter was never normal-not by Muggle standards, magical standards, or even feral-dragon-raised-by-centaurs standards. Diagnosed with the most severe case of ADHD ever recorded in both the Muggle and Wizarding worlds, Juniper is a human hurricane of hyperactivity, explosive ideas, and accidental arson. Sorted into Gryffindor mostly because the Sorting Hat was too terrified to argue, Juniper tears through Hogwarts like a squirrel on fire with a wand in one hand and questionable magical substances in the other. She doesn't mean to blow things up-most of the time-but the moment her fingers start twitching and her eyes glaze over like cursed pastries, it's only a matter of seconds before something combusts. Between inventing spells that do more harm than good, running illegal magical experiments with Weasley twins, and launching a one-girl war against boredom, Juniper proves that chaos isn't just a byproduct of magic-it's an art form. As the Second Wizarding War looms, one question remains: can Voldemort survive Juniper Potter? (Spoiler: He's considering early retirement.)

Aurora Potter has always seen the world differently. Where others are guided by feelings, she moves through life with a quiet detachment, watching and listening, attuned to the hidden currents beneath every word and gesture. At Hogwarts, she finds herself caught between those who would shape her into what they desire and the shadow of something far older, colder, and more honest than she has ever known. In a world full of masks, Aurora seeks only truth-and the rare connection that might lie beyond it.

Helena Potter's life should have ended before it ever began. At five years old, her uncle's cruelty cast her into the unforgiving sea, meant to vanish without a trace. Instead, fate delivered her into the hands of the crew of The Leviathan's Mercy-a centuries-old enchanted ship crewed by witches and wizards from every corner of the globe. Raised upon rolling waves and storm-tossed skies, Helena grows into more than just a witch-she becomes a sailor, a linguist, a duelist, and, above all, a captain-in-training. From summoning winds with Caribbean storm-magic to binding talismans with Japanese ink, her education is richer and wilder than anything the narrow British wizarding world could imagine. To the crew, Helena is not a burden, but family-a daughter of the sea itself. When her eleventh birthday comes, Helena receives the Hogwarts letter she never asked for. Torn between loyalty to her ship-family and the pull of destiny, she steps into a Britain that expects her to be the quiet, broken orphan from legend. Instead, they meet a girl forged by salt and storm-a witch fluent in a dozen magical traditions, who wields freedom like a blade. As Hogwarts reels under the weight of Helena's defiance and Voldemort stirs once more, whispers spread across the seas and the wizarding world alike: of a young captain who commands the horizon, a witch whose power is as vast as the ocean, and whose loyalty belongs not to blood or politics, but to the crew who saved her. Helena Potter is no child of prophecy. She is the Witch of the Seven Seas.

She grew up invisible, her love for fashion dismissed while her siblings were praised. Stories and magic became her escape. She survived. She succeeded. And her own blood killed her for it. Death gives her a second chance- reborn as Petunia Evans, before the bitterness, before the fall. This time, she won't beg for love. She won't make herself smaller. She'll be softer with herself. Sharper with the world. And never invisible again. Just to be clear, I do not support J.K R*wling at all. She could rot in tartarus for all I care. What I do support though is that our king Dobby made the books but that bitch stole them and changed them with her wickedness.

Retelling of the story pride and prejudice. " It is a truth universally acknowledged , that a girl in possession of too many pride and prejudice books , must end up in the book being a character she hates. " I love pride and prejudice, and read lots of retelling of that book and thought to write one myself. The character Caroline Bingley is not a favorite of most the readers... Including me. But I imagined what if someone ended up being Caroline of that book. Will they change her character ? Will something interesting happen from it ? , My character Lizzy hills loves to read pride and prejudice and she ended up in the novel being Caroline Bingley... What would happen next ? I will add few lines from the original text to have the fun of it , some scenes will be totally changed for the enjoyment. To know her exciting journey read my story ' I am Caroline Bingley', and if you like it than do vote and comment. Thank you 🍰♥.