Romy Lupin was a walking cliche. She has her father's metamorphmagus abilities and also seems to be a seer. During her last year at Hogwarts, Tom Riddle is brought from his teenage years at Hogwarts into the year 2047, and soon after Romy finds herself being sent back into time. Back in 1926 when Merope Gaunt was still pregnant. It's Romy's job to protect Tom Riddle Jr. from being taken into the wrong hands. It was all going to plan until Merope knocked the time turner and they ended up in 1916, in the middle of the first world war, and with no way to get back to 1926. There she meets the Shelby's and somehow manages to find her feet in dingy Small Heath with the help of Harry Fenton, Squib, and a distant family member.

I knew wishing on a star would eventually come true. People told me I needed to grow up but clearly, my childish naivety has paid off because look at me now, Mama! Until I realized this wasn't a dream. It was absolute shit. Obsessing over fandoms rather than living the life I got... "Had" done me no favors here. I, Sabrina (fuckin hate you ma) Mary-Anne Parker am in 1917. And I am questioning what god actually listened to me?! Screw you Jesus dude. I did not mean time travel! I just wanted to have a nice dream... Not live the hell in which the world suffered through. Also, I would like to note I very much preferred 2024 women's issues to going back to square one of the suffrage problems. Also, wasn't COVID-19 enough of a traumatic experience? I did not want to live through the Spanish flu. I really did not need this six-feet-apart bullshit again. I barely survived the depravity of being able to touch my loved ones. Now here I am looking like an absolute nutcase by running around with my face covered and yelling at people "DON'T TOUCH ME! Wash your hands! Germs people! Bacteria! Fuck noooo!" At least I can do something while I'm stuck in this hellhole. I can save John Shelby from certain death because what good is living in my favorite TV show if I can not save John? I can do that. First... I need to survive another pandemic. Once again, screw you, Jesus dude.

Picture it 1946... A summer in Sicily, kissed by the sun, the smell of olive trees, and the taste of Lemoncello on your tongue with good food in your belly and the sound of a mandolin drifting in the air. And that's when her Potter luck, of course, kicks in.

"What do I care how he looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave!" - Fleur Delacour, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Chapter 29 "If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals." - Sirius Black, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Chapter 27 I DO NOT OWN PEAKY BLINDERS, HARRY POTTER OR MERLIN!!!!!!

Jasmina Charani Shelby - a fucking mouthful if you ask the youngest daughter of the Shelby family. Though if you did, she would laugh because Charani meant Phoenix in Romani, and like her... she was literally a Phoenix that had risen from its ashes. Dramatic, but a fact. Jasmina used to be Harry. When she was Harry, she was a girl with a cursed life destined for a life of prophecies and unloved and yet praised by the masses for something she never had control over. When Voldemort killed her - finally killed her, she told Dumbledore at Kings Cross to "fuck off" and boarded that train that led to her having a nice chat with Death while she let the train take her to wherever the hell it was. He asked if she wanted a do-over or do something different... or just go on to death. Harry didn't want to be Harry anymore. She was done with it. Fed up. She no longer gave a flying hippogriff about any of them because she was just a kid forced to be a savior though all they had ever done was scorn her until it no longer suited them. They abandoned her to abusive muggles and continuously turned a blind eye. Harry was just simply tired. But she didn't want to die. She was a kid, only 17 and she really wanted for once in her life to have a family who loved her enough to stay with her. To always choose her. Of course, she didn't expect all her family to love her, she would be perfectly content with just one person. Though more than one would be nice. And that's what Death did. He gave her, her heart's desire. And she had never been happier.

Solaris Black, Sirius's daughter can't cope with what happened during the war and losing her father before she even had time with him. War does things to a person, changes them, and makes them do things without much thinking about the consequences. After finding a time turner that worked by year rather than hours in the family vault, Solaris goes back in time in hopes of saving her father and Uncle Regulus but fate has other ideas. With no way back home, Solaris finds herself stranded in 1916 during the Great War - alone and traumatized from her past that hadn't happened yet. Until she meets a soldier in the trenches. Why did she torture herself like this? One Wizarding war was bad enough but inserting herself in the muggle war? Why because she was lonely? Sergeant-Major Thomas Shelby swears it was an angel that saved him from that tunnel collapse. He had no memory of getting out but he was thankful he did. Then his Angel was there, sitting at the bar in a pub in Paris on Christmas Eve. Maybe it wasn't a hallucination after all. ON A03 LONG HAUL FANFIC Pre-Canon Chapter 1 -30 Season 1 Chapter II:1 - 21 Season 2 Chapter III: 1 -

Alfie Solomons finds a daughter. Harriet Potter finds the love of a father. Thomas Shelby finds a witch who has seventeen years of suppressed anger and rage from a past life and another nineteen years of having that rage encouraged by the very man he was trying to have a partnership with but it wasn't just that... It was finally a real chance. Polly always did say the third time is the charm, guess she was right as usual. Oh, and apparently Harri is the mistress of Death??? And a reincarnated witch that had to fight some Dark Lord with no nose??? Yeah... Tommy was never letting her out of his sight.

The Shelby's must pay for their sins in a befitting manner and Thomas Shelby has the worst of it. Imagine his surprise when the first person who ever saw him after nearly 40 years of being invisible to those around him, was a little girl. Harry Potter had always wanted a friend of her own. One that Dudley couldn't chase away. Mr. Shelby was her most well-kept secret and she lost him once, she did not want to lose him again. Despite the whole time sickness or whatever he called it, she would do it over again. Though it was weird that he had a beating heart and warmth in his cheeks. She had grown used to the sickly sight of him.

When Harri Potter and her three sisters make a Hail Mary decision to change the world, Ginny fucks them all over by breaking the one thing that was supposed to get them home. "Ah bloody hell," Harri groaned when her eyes set upon the town of Small Heath. "I can feel my lungs burning like I've been dropped kicked by a Thestral!" "It's... quaint?" Hermione didn't sound optimistic. "I think it'll be nice!" Luna grinned and pointed. "See! Look that nice man is helping that woman with her dress." Hermione covered Luna's eyes. She, Harri, and Ginny shared a look. That man was having very public sex in the middle of the street. "I don't think my feminist self is going to love it here," Ginny muttered. Tom cried in Harri's arms as if he completely agreed with them. "I think that Pub is open," Harri pointed to "The Garrison"

A time traveling witch, a 1920's gangster and, a future dark lord sounds like the start of a bad pun. I wish it was but it's actually just me, a son of a bitch I fell in love with a gangster and, a young boy who became my son. Let me tell you from the start of where I messed up Rated mature for language disclaimer I do not own peaky blinders nor Harry Potter! I only own my Hufflepuff witch!and anyone else I add. ✨ I update alot sometimes and others it's slow 🦥 ❤️❤️❤️