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 draped in mortal skin, a spark too bright to exist quietly. Power pulsed in her veins, and like moths to flame, the world came crawling-some to worship, others to destroy. Inevitably, the fire consumed her. Betrayal came swiftly; death, more mercifully so. When consciousness drags her back from oblivion, she awakens on a cold wooden floor, breath rasping, vision fractured. A sharp ache blooms in her chest-and then she sees it: a stake, buried deep and slick with drying blood. The air tastes of iron and dust. Her first thought isn't fear. It's weary exasperation. "Oh, great. I've been killed just like that..." The pain fades too fast, unnatural in its silence, and realization strikes like ice through her veins. This isn't her body. It belongs to someone else-someone whose very name makes vampires flinch and witches curse under their breath. A name born of centuries steeped in cruelty and survival. Before she can piece together how or why, a sleek black cat hops soundlessly onto her chest. Its golden eyes gleam with knowing amusement as it speaks-in crisp, contemptuous English-introducing itself as the original owner of the body. According to the feline, she slipped into this flesh the moment it died. A cosmic accident... or something far more deliberate. Now tethered to a life that isn't hers, the reborn enigma navigates a world brimming with monsters, magic, and ancient grudges. She doesn't know the rules-nor does she care to follow them. With a cursed cat as her reluctant companion, who will turn into something else, and her dormant power whispering beneath borrowed skin, she sets out to do what she's always done best: adapt, manipulate, and turn fate itself into her weapon. Because if she was dangerous before, death has only refined her-and whoever orchestrated this twisted resurrection is about to regret ever resurrecting her flame.

"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)

Harry, after getting hit with the killing curse during the Battle of Hogwarts, keeps getting visions of a man who looked like his godfather, Sirius Black. Not knowing what was happening to him and feeling guilty of damaging the bank, Harry goes to the bank to pay for the reparations from his own accounts. Harry then had to explain why he had to break the bank security measures. The reasons had the goblins stunned, and Harry got himself another title, 'The Goblin Friend'. When Harry got a patronus from Fred and George Weasleys, they went to the bank after realising what Harry's friends and the youngest Weasley had in store for Harry. A full blood inhertance test later, Harry and the twins were completely seething. He had previously asked Lord Death to continue with the life he was living, but now, he wanted to be sent back so that he could fix things and get the life he missed. Read as Harry goes back in time and fixes the mistakes of one Tom Marvolo Riddle-Gaunt and lets Tom continue with his goals, with him being Tom's strongest support base. Thank you, @MimiJohn8, for requesting this story. It gave me new ideas for ships I haven't tried and wanted to. I don't know how this story will go, but I will try my best to deliver a good story. Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The books belong to J.K.Rowling. I have just borrowed the characters. The story is mine.

In which the older Salvatore falls for the one girl he can't compel, can't figure out, and can't stop thinking about. OR In which Damon Salvatore is connected to someone with unusual abilities. CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT 18+