My name is Amara O'Connell. I wasn't born an O'Connell I was born a Potter. I have an older brother named James Potter Jr. When Voldemort came to attack the Potter's James and Lily were out. He attacked all two of us, we were all affected that night. So when the all-mighty Dumbledore came and picked the chosen one he made a miscalculation and picked the wrong child. This miscalculation will cost the wizarding world greatly. Due to this miscalculation, I spent the first five years of my life a freak, beaten, put down, and locked away. I was then found and loved but the past never truly went away. I've grown and changed and learned from the past and the voice in my head. The wizarding world is going to change, they are going to either live in my new world or die in their old one.

Hermione as Voldemort's beloved daughter. (#1 in wizards. #1 in daughter. #2 in deatheaters. #27 in Hermione. #31 in dramonie. #39 in evil. #53 in Hermione. #146 in dark. #149 in harrypotter.)

[USED TO BE BITE ME] Rowan Pierce has never lived what's short of complicated. Complicated sister? check. Complicated job? check. Complicated afterlife, double check. Too complicated to even contemplate returning to Mystic Falls? Not so much. After years of being away, Rowan returns to face her past, and hide her future. Can she do it? Or will she crack under the pressure? [A/N: Yes, I've restarted this so many times. I'm never happy with it. But hey, I'll keep writing this time. Fair warning, there is a lot of blood, and sex. Just like always.]

Inside dead outside alive slowly decaying I keep praying