Cursedchild Histórias

Harry Potter Derivative Universe (DU) What is Time? Some would say it is the flow that drives life, others that it is the simple product of interactions between fundamental forces, others that it is an illusion created by humans to give meaning to their lives, but others would say, perhaps rightly so, just like Love and Will, it is an inexorable source of magic, and a gift for those who live! In this story we will dive into a world that, well, made its choices, and whether good or bad, they led to an unfolding of events, unexpected, to say the least. Old acquaintances revisited, new acquaintances discovered, different points of view on the same story we love so much, all of this we will find in this series of tales presented to us, where we will watch with admiration, and with a certain dread, a magical ballet of forces beyond our human understanding; where we will learn that, even if something is wonderful, it can also be powerful, and equally dangerous. Therefore, I invite you, ladies and gentlemen, to board this train towards the unknown, in terms, perhaps, well known to some. Different stories are always exciting, aren't they? After all, what would life be without a little adventure and mystery? Legal Notices: Work made by a fan for fans, with no profitable purposes. All previously established characters and concepts belong to their authors. Derivative Universe (DU), therefore characters from it are not official, some only based on them; where this work does not influence official characters, the canon, or any part of the universe previously established by J.K. Rowling in her series of books, websites, and games. All rights reserved to the authors. Note: I am not a native English speaker, although I can read the language well, which is why this text was translated with the help of websites and software. I have revised it, but I apologize for any errors that may have slipped through, or any somewhat confusing idiomatic expressions. I tried to revise it as b

Did you know that Hermione and Ron Granger-Weasley don't have two but three kids? Read and discover the adventure of their child.

(popular albus x nerd scorpius) it's not scorpius's fault he's in love with albus potter. who isn't? as for albus, well, he's just trying to figure out why he's so enamoured by the quiet, slightly anxious nerd he was partnered with in potions class. based on a request i got on tumblr :)

The world was fraying at the edges, the sky over Hogwarts a bruised, sickly violet that spoke of an ending long prophesied. Albus stood in the center of the Great Hall, his boots crunching on stone dust and the scattered remnants of a life he once recognized. The air hummed with the sickening vibration of the Nexus Stone, a rhythmic, pulsing thrum that felt like the heartbeat of a dying god. Maltherion was no longer a shadow; he was an inevitability, a god-king carved from the bones of ancient dynasties, his power a crushing weight that turned the very oxygen to ash. The halls were silent, stripped of the vibrant chatter of students. Even the portraits, those once-loquacious guardians, were blank, their paint flaking away like dead skin. Albus gripped the Arunyaka bow, his knuckles white, the wood biting into his palm with a cold, sentient hunger. Beside him, the others-the ones who remembered what it was to be free-stood as ghosts in their own home. They were the last line, a fraying tapestry of ambition and blood, waiting for a signal that might never come. Above them, the ceiling cracked, obsidian fissures spreading through the enchanted sky. Every ticking second was a nail in the coffin of their reality. He closed his eyes, shielding his mind from the creeping despair that emanated from the dark throne now occupying the North Tower. Somewhere out there, the truth of the world lay buried in ruins, unreachable and fading. He didn't know if they would survive the next hour, let alone the war. The Scepters remained cold, dormant relics, and the shadow was lengthening, eager to swallow the last spark of light. Albus exhaled, a ragged, hitching sound, and opened his eyes. The hunt for the end of the world had begun.

Their Happily Ever After

"ʀᴏꜱᴇ ɢʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ-ᴡᴇᴀꜱʟᴇʏ...ꜰᴇɪꜱᴛʏ, ꜱᴍᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ...ꜱʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ!" In which Rose Granger-Weasley, our favourite queen of sass destined to be in Gryffindor gets sorted into Slytherin. (**Written ignoring many details from Harry Potter and the Cursed Child**) ^cover taken from tumblr^

After a devastating attack at the 2019 Quidditch World Cup Final by former Death Eaters, the International Confederation of Wizards votes to end the Statute of Secrecy and reveal the existence of magic to the non-magical world. Is peaceful coexistence possible? Or will war break out between wizards and Muggles? Crossposted on ao3

The autumn air over the Quidditch pitch was crisp, smelling faintly of pine and the ozone of high-altitude charms. Above, the sky was a bruised plum, but the stadium was a kaleidoscope of vibrant house colors. All four houses cheered as one, a rare, unified roar that echoed against the crags of the surrounding mountains. Albus Potter banked his broom, his Slytherin robes snapping in the wind. For once, the weight of his legacy felt like a shadow he had outrun. He felt the familiar, rhythmic hum of the wind, the competitive adrenaline, and the joy of a school finally breathing easy. Below him, a Hufflepuff Beater-a boy with a bright, easy grin-was winding up for a massive swing, his bat poised to intercept a rogue Bludger. It happened in the blink of an eye, yet it felt like a lifetime in slow motion. The Beater's swing stopped dead. The golden sunlight hitting his face didn't warm it; it began to leach the color away, turning skin to dull, porous grey. The grin was erased, pulled taut into a mask of sudden, cold finality. The sound was the worst part-not a scream, but the sickening, wet crack of muscle turning to granite. The bat slipped from his fingers, clattering against the bleachers like a tombstone hitting pavement. The boy didn't fall as a person; he tilted backward, stiff and heavy as a slab of mountain rock. He struck the grass with a deafening, hollow thud that silenced the entire stadium. Then, the cheering died. The wind seemed to stop. Albus hovered, his heart hammering against his ribs, watching the pitch turn into a gallery of silence. The boy lay on the turf, a perfectly carved monument of terror, his eyes wide, fixed on a sky that no longer held any magic for him. The match was over. The nightmare had begun.

SLYTHERIN!" ​The word didn't just ring out; it shattered the room. ​The silence that followed was absolute, terrifying, and profound. It wasn't the silence of polite attention; it was the sudden, suffocating vacuum of a thousand stunned lungs holding their breath. The enchanted candles seemed to dim, and the sprawling chatter of the Gryffindor table evaporated as if someone had pulled a plug on the entire room.

Basically a book about what might have happened after the Battle of Hogwarts and the years after that. THIS IS WRITTEN BEFORE THE RELEASE OF CURSED CHILD.

The Day Everything Changed A baby girl is born into a crowded Mumbai chawl. A few months later, her grandfather died unexpectedly. Relatives whisper that the child is unlucky. Her aunts begin calling her cursed.

Taking place a few years after the end of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, this tale is written without consideration of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. In this edition of the 8th Harry Potter book, Harry is now Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement while his wife, Ginny, is a stay-at-home mother during the summer months, working at Weasley's Wizardly Wheezes during the school months. Hermione is the Minister of Magic, her husband, Ron, working alongside his brother George managing Weasley's Wizardly Wheezes. Harry's daughter, Lily, is just beginning at Hogwarts, and there are some... interesting twists... that nobody expects. You ready for this? I'm not... but hey, let's do this! Enjoy!

There's not a single cishet abled neurotypical christian character in here, out of pure spite for JKR.

All Tom Riddle is, is a GHOST - a story your parents tell you so you do your chores properly, the whisper of a time long forgotten by most. Or so Tessa though. When she opens her eyes to reveal the Chamber of Secrets, Tessa doesn't believe it. She can't process what's happening. Why is she here? How did she open it? Did she even open it? And most importantly, who's the curly-haired boy at the other end of the chamber?

"Darkness can emerge from the most unexpected places" i.e. my semi hiatus is the the darkness I wasn't expecting Note : HP and the Cursed Child is not canon in this.

For Albus Potter it wasn't easy being the middle child. It wasn't easy being a Slytherin. But it wasn't easy especially when his best friend was a Malfoy. He's been teased, hated, called names, isolated, because of how his life is. There is only one thing that makes it better. Seeing his best friend, and crush, Scorpius Malfoy. They would easily be Hogwarts' power couple, IF they ever happened. But alas Scorpius has a crush on Rose. Will the schools OTP eventually end up together or will love prove itself a blessing and a curse? A Harry Potter Next Generation Story

What if Demeter had another child-one the gods labeled a curse? Born to Zeus and Demeter, the boy should have inherited the gift of life and harvest. Instead, his touch awakens only what is forgotten: dead plants, withered roots, and herbs meant not for feasts, but for healing, poison, and survival. To Olympus, a god who cannot grow "real" plants is worse than powerless-he is useless. Zeus calls him a mistake. Demeter, goddess of abundance, cannot bear a son whose gifts bloom only in decay. Ignored by the other gods and hidden from worship, the boy grows up unwanted, living in the shadow of his radiant older sister, Persephone. Only two gods ever choose to see him. Hades, Persephone's husband, understands that life and death are never truly separate. And Hermes, the god of travelers and lost souls, walks beside the boy when no one else will, guiding him across realms that do not want him. As famine, war, and sickness creep through the mortal world, the boy's "useless" power may be the only thing that can save it. In a universe obsessed with growth and beauty, he must learn that medicine is born from death, and that even the discarded have purpose. This is a mythic tale of rejection, quiet power, and the beauty that grows where no one thinks to look.

The Story is about Rose Granger-Weasley daughter of Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. Her journey to the unknown, she'll be facing alot of problems hope that Scorpius or any of her cousins can save her from a mysterious creature that's been stalking her for a quite some time now.