The Girl Who Lived
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  • Parts 4
  • Time 26m
  • Reads 79
  • Votes 6
  • Parts 4
  • Time 26m
Ongoing, First published Dec 31, 2024
(Y/n) (L/n) never expected her life to end at 15. But when a baseball bat swing from her friend knocks her out, she wakes up in a world she thought she knew-only it's not her world anymore. She's now in the body of (Y/n) Potter, the legendary "Girl Who Lived." The catch? The characters she once knew are all different. Ron Weasley is now Romy, Hermione Granger is now Hermes and everything is about to change.

Will she use her knowledge of the books and movies and everything in-between to save this broken world? Well that's for me to know and for you to find out.



Various Hp x Reincarnated reader

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THE HARRY POTTER BOOKS OR MOVIE SERIES DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. I REPEAT IT DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. THE CHARACTERS, PLACES AND EVERYTHING ELSE BELONGS TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS. I ONLY OWN ANY OC'S THAT MIGHT SHOW UP.
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