When Hermione Granger suddenly wakes up on the Hogwarts Express, nothing is as it should be. Confused, she realizes that she's not traveling with Harry and Ron - but in a time that isn't her own. As she tries to keep a low profile and figure out how she ended up here, it's precisely her quiet behavior that draws attention. Especially from James Potter, who keeps glancing her way. Hermione doesn't know who she can trust - or if she'll ever make it back. But one thing is certain: her arrival will not go without consequence.

In a world where magic is real, one Evelyn Walsh, an extraordinary woman, is granted a second chance at life. Reborn as Iris Evan, fraternal twin sister of Lily Potter nee Evans, she finds herself immersed in the enchanting realm of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Though unlike many other fanfictions, she is not granted the dift of magic. While this may seem like a disappointment and disadvantage, there's no need for her to worry. With her sharp intellect and unwavering determination, she navigates the complexities of this magical world, forging her own path while protecting those she loves. Please don't hesitate to let me know if there are any mistakes in any of my chapters 😊 I want this to be a story that people like and want to read. Highest rankings: #6 in peruniadursley #2 in muggles #5 in magic #3 in reborn

After a long and painful chemotherapy with noting but death at its end, Ann awakes under cruelest pain in a unfamiliar bed. While she just gave birth to a little baby. There is a breathtaking handsome man, who asserts to be her husband and a small boy with black hair who seems to be her son. While the people around her talk about a loss of memory Ann finds out what happened to her. It may sound ridiculous but it seems she landed in the world of her favourite book series. However the story of Harry Potter, the boy who lived, didn't start yet. Or in the near future. Because her little son who watches her with fear from the edge of her bed is nobody else but Sirius Black and the child she just gave birth to is Regulus Black. That makes her Walburga Black. She is purebloody fucked! The story comes alone from me, but the world is from Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. Part 7 of the Times Saga. The books can be read independent from each other.

Elizabeth Roxaine Black and Atlas Sirius Black were twins born in the middle of a war. Their mother died in childbirth. Their father was Sirius Black. For three brief years, they lived in a whirlwind of warmth and chaos; raised by the Marauders, passed between laughter and firewhiskey, bedtime stories and Auror missions. Roxaine doesn't remember much. Just the sound of Lily's voice. The way James called her "Lizzie." The way it all ended, one Halloween night, with screams and silence. After that, they were sent to Grimmauld Place. Raised by Walburga Black. Taught the proper way to speak, walk, hex, and hate. The twins were close once. But in that house, they learned to survive apart. When Walburga died, Roxaine was sent to live with the Malfoys. Atlas was sent to Remus. Years later, she returns to the world; elegant, cruel, brilliant. A Slytherin star. A Black through and through. But the past doesn't stay buried. And no one warned her what would happen when grief meets prophecy. Or how love (and war) would find her again.