July 31st within the Potter estate had been, at first, a mass cause for a celebration. Magical twins were rare, even rarer when born of opposite genders. But all good things must eventually make way for the dark. A 'prophesy' brought forth the fear and uncertainty. 15 months later, upon a late Samhain eve, an attack took place. Then when a choice- the wrong choice - between two infants is made, so too is the fate of the wizarding world. Abandoned and forgotten by her parents, the youngest Potter is whisked away by one that remembers her soul. Raised far away, and long into a history that's passed, the young Morgana Lilianna Dorea Potter-Black trains for her second chance at life, as the overshadowed, forgotten, and hidden Potter twin, and the true girl who lived. Morgana looked dead ahead, the goblin, highly unnerved by the young witches almost statue-like stillness as she processed what she just saw. This was supposed to be her second chance at life. Her dearest friend and brother in all but blood had granted her the choice. After all the wrong she'd done after losing herself to vengeance against her true father Uther, and unfortunately her naively trusting half-brother Arthur. She had been certain that her passing would be filled with pain and loneliness, and yet, Merlin was in fact, still her Merlin, her dearest friend. 'A second chance. To know the love and life you've been denied.' he had said hoping against hope that she would be the girl he'd loved as a sister again. She knew he didn't have faith in her. Nor did she in herself. Still, his words stirred a hopeful longing she'd thought had long since died. Taking his hand she'd been able to conjure enough strength to push a final smile and plea 'Save me'

Cliche title I know. The last thing I remember before the darkness consumed me, was the smell of a hospital and a figure with a scythe. Now I wake up as a baby again, but not just any baby, but as the daughter of James and Lily Potter?! Well...the wizarding community better prepare, because I will not be a pawn. I don't own Harry Potter. Said right belongs to the amazing J.K. Rowling All rights to the images/pictures used in this story belong to their original creators/owners. This story may contain strong language. This is a fan fiction, meaning things such as looks, background, people, animals/creatures and objects will not always follow the original plot or information you may find on the web about them.

Au temps des Maraudeurs, c'est la dernière année à Poudlard... Une nouvelle élève arrive avec un lourd passé... Romance, mystère et magie ! Une histoire qui colle autant que possible à l'œuvre originale de JK Rowling. Avertissement : j'ai commencé l'écriture de cette fanfiction en 2006, avant que le tome 7 ne soit sorti ! Cela explique pourquoi je me suis légèrement acharnée sur Severus Rogue 😆 Sur les derniers chapitres, l'intrigue se porte durant la deuxième guerre contre Voldy avec certains personnages qui étudient à Ilvermorny... Fanfiction TERMINÉE ! ⚠️ Tout appartient à JK Rowling, sauf quelques personnages et idées magiques... Je ne fais pas d'argent avec cette fic ! ⚠️ # Fic numéro 1 dans la catégorie SiriusBlack 🐕 Merci 🥰 # # Fic numéro 1 dans la catégorie Ilvermorny 🏰 Merci 🥰 # # Fic numéro 1 dans la catégorie Maraudeurs 👣 Merci 🥰 # # Fic numéro 1 dans la catégorie JamesLily 💞 Merci 🥰 # Méfaits accomplis

Caroline Dorea Potter, an abandoned queen who finally shows her power to the world. After all who needs a fake boy-who-lived? Or In which Caroline finally steps out of her families shadow and proves she's more than just a twin. This will be a mix of both the books and the movies. ------- I do not own Harry Potter, I only own Caroline potter.

Skull handed Sirius his piercings "Hold these for me star child, I'll be back" he told the child, big stormy blue looked up at him "What are you gonna do?" he asked his cousin with curiosity and interest. He wasn't the only one who was curious, the six adults were interested in what their supposed weakest member of the Presetti was going to do. The purple haired man snorted, running a hand through his hair that turned jet black in seconds, he opened his eyes that were stormy blue and grinned. "I'm gonna make sure auntie Burga never touches you or anyone else again." A Harry Potter X Katekyo Hitman Reborn short story

This fanfiction is by Nemo Ate Your Sandwich on fanfiction.net !!!THE COVER ISN'T MINE!!!

In a world were the only colors you can see are the same as your soulmates eyes, it was unusual that people see more than 1 or 2 colors. But, then again, when has Shirou ever been normal? With the ability to see 3 different colors, how does this affect the Holy Grail Wars? This is the story of the sword that wants to be a hero. For as long as he could remember, Gilgamesh could only see 3 colors. Gold, orange, and green. He knew that he most likely had 3 equals, 3 people that could stand by his side in all things, so when he died, not able to see the rest of the world's colors he took it as an insult and determined that he would never find those equals. This is the story if a lonely king. All Tsuna ever wanted was to be normal, but with the fact that he could see 2 more colors than most people, he dispared, not that it stopped him from trying to find the other parts of his soul. But when Reborn came along it stopped the search in favor of survival. This is the story of the most normal of the 4, and the sky that accepts all that travel between it and the eath. Harry was as broken as one could get. With the realization that Ron and Harmonie were paid to be his friends, and that Dumbledore was minipulating him so that he myrtared himself so he could swoop in and claim the glory, he tries a spell that would form a mental bond between him and his soulmates, so that they can here each other's thoughts. This is the story of a desperate mage.

Hartlyn Black never woke from the Death Curse. Instead, waking in another world, all alone. So lonely, that Death had offered her a companion. A guard. A lover. Jon Snow was never resurrected from his fatal wounds. Instead, he was stolen away, meeting a cloaked figure then finding himself before a strange yet beautiful woman with flame-coloured hair and hypnotizing green eyes. Hartlyn stared down at the handsome black-haired man with the darkest brown eyes she'd ever seen, curious to who he was and how he had a direwolf by his side, it having the fur that could rival the colour of freshly fallen snow, eyes akin to blood. Jon watched her warily, not knowing who she was or where he was and amazed to see a midnight black direwolf behind her, its eyes bluer than the sky. :3 Gandalf the Grey had heard of two legendary warriors in a castle, living high on the North Mountains. Two strange, yet powerful beings that perhaps would accompany himself, twelve dwarves and a hobbit as protectors. Who knows of the dangers that await them? But will the King of the North and the Mistress of Death leave their mountain to help others regain theirs? Book 1 of The Northerners.

Harry was fighting a powerful foe but he was defeated just before harry died the time Turner around his neck broke . he wakes up as a younger version of himself. he vow to redo everything right this time

Summer is over, and Harry is back at Hogwarts. Now in a long distance relationship with Wednesday all the way across the ocean, he's prepared to take up whatever his fourth year has in store for him. He would never have thought that he would see his little Valkyrie so soon. Well, never blame Harry for letting his mask go. Love conquers all, doesn't it? A/N: Updates every week on Saturdays : I do not own the art above, that belongs to Viria