Gracie Mikaelson was done. After the horrors of suffering in Malivore, with Clark's annoying company? She was done. Especially after finding out Hope had the spell from their Aunt for two days. And was debating whether to make everyone remember, or forget for good. She decides she needs a change of scenery. So she packs her things and skips town. Leaving behind the school, her sister, her friends. Everything. Ending up in Beacon Hills was a fluke. But finding her second family must have been fate. Gracie is given a home by the two Stilinski's, and she fits in like she was meant to be there all along. Follow Gracie, and her two families as they watch the roller coaster she jumped into when she showed up in Beacon Hills.

the Marauder generation never thought that they would be watching the story of their kid's life on screen , especially that part where the Potter and Black family finally come together . Saying Sirius black was astonished by the fact that he had a son would be and understatement, but he couldn't deny the joy of thinking having a son out there even if his mother was a greek goddess. *I do not harry potter or Percy jackson , all book writes go to uncle Rick and jk Rowling *

It is not an orignal story. Orignal is available on Ao3 by Quine. "A second chance," Death said. Harry stopped in front of a bench and turned to look at the being. "A second chance at what?" "Life." Harry laughed bitterly. "Because that has worked out so great the first time?" Death tilted its head. "You've changed," it stated. "Life does that to you," Harry said and his mind felt clearer than ever, "Or should I say the last seven years. I never really left this place, have I? I lived a life feeling not quite dead and not alive either," he spat. "I know how you feel," Death said after a moment, grinning. "Oh, do you," Harry retorted and pierced Death with a look. The being's smirk widened as it leaned closer. "Bored." Years after the war, Harry Potter lives an apathetic life. When Death offers him a second chance he takes it. Accompanied by the being, Harry travels back to the summer before Sirius dies. Inside his younger body and the memories of an older self, Harry realizes that being connected to Death may have twisted his morals a little more than expected. Seeking to make up for the boredom of past years, Harry isn't above carving his own space between two sides to even out the playing field.

Minerva McGonagall grew up in a world where she was treated as second best, solely for her gender. She worked tirelessly to become a teacher, that way she could help the children, her children, save them and guide them to better paths. When the war started, she saw it for what it was, two men battling for power over their world, and she feared they would destroy it if either won. There was a reason she was the longest hat stall known to Hogwarts, it was time for her Slytherin cunning to emerge, and create a third side, one where her children, would not have to grow up worried about Prejuice or Hate. *ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO J.K. ROWLING* *THE STORY IDEA CAME FROM @something.138 on TikTok* .

She was never truly human-an enigma in mortal skin, a spark too bright to fade quietly. Power in her veins drew worshippers and destroyers like moths to flame. Betrayal came swift; death, merciful. She awakens on a cold wooden floor, breath rasping, a stake buried in her chest amid iron-scented dust. No fear-just weary exasperation: "Oh, great. Killed just like that." Pain fades unnaturally. This isn't her body-it's one whose name makes vampires flinch and witches curse, born of centuries' cruelty. A sleek black cat lands on her chest, golden eyes amused. In crisp English, it claims ownership: she slipped in at its death-a cosmic slip... or deliberate. Tethered to this alien life, she navigates monsters, magic, and grudges with a shape-shifting cursed cat companion and dormant power stirring beneath. She adapts, manipulates, turns fate to her weapon. Death refined her-and her resurrector will regret reigniting the flame. Strictly 18+ Author's Note: Hey everyone! This is 100% fanfiction straight from my imagination-no ties to real life, real people, or anything that exists outside these pages. Trust me, it's all made up for entertainment purposes only. Just a heads-up: this story dives into some dark, disturbing themes that might not be everyone's cup of tea-I don't condone any of it in reality; it's purely fictional escapism. If it feels too intense, no hard feelings; stop reading anytime. Writing this is just my fun creative outlet, nothing more. Also, any pics I use are just for visual vibes and correlation-they don't represent the characters at all, so feel free to picture whoever fits your head-canon; there's zero real-life connection here. So, don't equalize them. Thanks for diving in! If something rubs you the wrong way, I'm truly sorry-that's never my goal. Hope you enjoy the ride.

"When I wished I was a witch, I meant like a Harry Potter witch-either before or after Voldy, or at least outside of England!" As a little girl, I always wanted to be special. I read everything I could find in the fantasy genre, but the thing I was obsessed with was witches. From Harry Potter to The Secret Circle, I devoured them all. Every single wish I ever made-whether on birthday candles or shooting stars-was always the same: I want to be a witch! But I guess luck wasn't on my side, because I died. I definitely didn't wish to be reborn as the most unappreciated, judgmental witch of the century. Doing dark magic? Fine. Dying? Been there, done that. Being the Anchor? Not funny-at all. Being stuck in a world prison with a psycho who has a weird name? Yeah... no thanks. So I'm changing the timeline. Screw the writers-this is my story now, and Bonnie Bennett is going to be the most badass witch since Qetsiyah, Dahlia, Esther, or Silas... whatever, you get the idea. "Why not Davina? Sure, she was almost sacrificed by her coven and locked in a church, but at least she dated Kol 2.0!"

(Aka the Tomalongadingdong™ fic) It was a normal day for Harry. He woke up, made breakfast for his relatives, ate some leftovers, and went out to do the chores set for him. Then it all changed when he accidentally disturbed a snake in the grass. Please do not message me about translations. I'm not accepting them.

Halloween of 79' Lily Evans was fresh out of Hogwarts and went to a Costume party with Alice in the muggle world. A last chance to have fun before the war in their world made it too risky. while there she met a handsome man and spent the night with him, by morning he was gone with only a note and his family ring left behind? How would the stories change if Harry was a vampire werewolf hybrid? How would the story pan out when James is not the father? ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO J.K ROWLING AND THE CREATORS OF THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, THE ORIGINALS AND THE LEGACYS

During the Final Battle Voldemort is turned into a kitten and Harry takes him home thinking he's a homeless, motherless kitten. Will Voldemort stay like this forever? Will Harry figure out who it is? And what will happen when he finds himself caring about the one person he was supposed to hate?

Harry discovers his friends true colours after narrowly escaping death. Weeks into the summer he journeys to Diagon Alley and discovers more truths about himself. There Harry will make a decision that will change the world for better or worse. Disclaimer - THIS STORY DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. All credit goes to Fuck_It_Up_Kenneth. You can find the story on ao3. (#1 in murder - 7/4/19) (#1 in harrypotter - 8/4/19)