Being the Master of Death made life difficult, especially when you need to save all of magical Europe from inbreeding its way to extinction. At least Death was enjoying watching his Master attempt this over and over again. Harry didn't find it nearly as entertaining. Well, tenth times the charm right? (FemHarry) Original cover image by, beshinoe.

"Is this some kind of joke?" I whispered in shock, my voice trembling as I stared at the reflection in the ornate mirror before me. Well, her mirror. The polished silver showed a face I knew all too well-just not my own. Pale skin, a cascade of silver-gold hair, and violet eyes that could only belong to one person. "Who the hell did I piss off to become her? The Black Queen?" My words were almost a growl as I gripped the edges of the vanity, the cold metal biting into my fingers. That's right. One moment, I was just me, heading home after another long day, and the next... a car came out of nowhere. I don't even remember the impact, not really. It was too fast. No flashes of light, no angelic choirs-just darkness. And then I was here. The next thing I knew, a maid was shaking me awake, her voice trembling with reverence as she called me Princess Rhaenyra. Yeah. That Rhaenyra. The Black Queen herself. The one and only Maegor with tits.

Female Tywin Lannister. Top ranking #1 in ASOIAF | "That had better be a jape," The cold words were jarring from the pretty ten year old, and caught the attention of the hall immediately. Silence fell. Tytos opened his mouth, but Tya cut him off. "You've betrothed me - your firstborn child - to the second son of the Lord of the Crossing?" There was a mocking, incredulous note to her voice. "Well Tya, Lord Frey asked very courteously - it would have been most insulting to have refused him," "He asked courteously?" Tya raised an eyebrow. "Is that all it takes now? Should Genna fear being betrothed to the son of that kennel-master knight, if he asks nicely enough?" * "I'm sorry to hear about your mother," Aerys looked rather surprised at her state, hesitating. "I've never seen you cry," He trailed off at the mutinous look on her face. "Get out," Her was voice quiet, dangerous. "I just - " "Get. Out. Now," A flash of anger crossed his expression. "You can't tell me to leave! I'm a prince, I'll stay if I want to," She seized his arm in an iron grip, leading him over to the door. "What are you - how dare you - let me go!" She slammed the door in his face. * "Why did you have to do this, Tya?" Her father moaned. "Return Lord Walderan to his family at once, with our sincerest apologies! Forgiving his all his debts should be the least we do to make amends," The look Tya gave Lord Tytos was fit to reduce him to a pile of ash. "I was planning on returning Tarbeck to his family in three pieces," * "All the men who are capable don't want the position. All those who want the position are incapable. You might as well make me Hand and have done with it. I'd do a better job than every fool you've appointed so far," For once, Aerys was silent. So silent, for so long, that Tya raised her eyes from the parchment to see him looking at her in a very odd unblinking way. "I'd rather give the position to you than anyone else," Tya blinked.

Draco gave a cocky grin. "I am going to give you a makeover." "I'm sorry what?" "You heard me Granger, I'm going to give you a makeover that will make every man want you,and make Weasley die of regret. You will be simply irresistible." Now Complete!

She'd expected to possibly give her life to this war, she'd even prepared for the reality that they might lose the war. But the one thing Hermione Granger never prepared for was to be thrown back in time just before the fateful night of the Potters' death. When the wizarding war takes a dark turn, Hermione Granger is thrown back into the past. Straight to Potter Cottage in Godric's Hollow on October 23, 1981. Now she has the chance to change everything for the better, even if it means erasing her childhood and writing her friends out of her life. But when her presence alters the timeline, she has to prove to the Order the truth of her future. 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭 ✓ August 2020 𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬 ✓ December 2020 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 [In Progress] 🐾 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤 #1 fanfiction/1.1M! #10 romance/1.4M! #1 siriusblack #1 hermione #1 marauders #2 timetravel #1 harrypotter 🥇 1st PLACE in Marauder's Era @ Seeker Awards 2019 🥇 1st PLACE in Marauder's Era @ Hogwarts Student Council Writing Contest 🐾 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 • Hermione Granger • Sirius Black • James Potter • Lily Potter • Remus Lupin • Fabian Prewett • Gideon Prewett • Severus Snape 🐾 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: • I do not own HP or the Wizarding World, I just like to dabble for fun.

[Complete] Maybe, fate didn't want Hermione Granger to run away. Maybe, fate wanted Hermione Granger to change the world instead. || In which, with another chance at life, Hermione unexpectedly made heroes out of the usual villains. Marauders Era | Time Travel-ish/Alternate Universe | Slow burn James x Hermione | Rated M 🥇First Place at The Potterhead Challenge Cycle 11

Chloe wants to show the kingdom of Sarias, where music is everything, that song should be filled with emotion and passion. But living in the shadow of her popstar step-sister, she has no choice but to hide who she is, even when her voice captures Prince Ethan Alexander's heart... ***** In the kingdom of Sarias, popularity and worth are defined by a ranking on Musetunes. Music is how every Ace in the land discovers their mate. Only when two Aces sing to each other can they find their true love. Chloe Leighton has decided to give singing a try - as long as no one finds out who she is. There is no profile picture. No age. No name. Just Anonymous. That's how she must stay. But can she hide her identity when she gets to the top of the charts? [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]] Cover designed by April Alforque

A death of a king with only one wish. To see his beloved once again, to hold her once again. That was Emperor Gwangjong's death. As he died, an eclipse occurred and with that came another chance. This is the story of that another chance. The life in another world, in another time.