War. They had dragged her into it, wrapped her in prophecy, and painted her as some messiah with a target on her back, all to clean up their mess. She was supposed to fight their battles, die their hero, and leave the world tidily saved. But Alexandrina Potter didn't give a damn about anyone's savior fantasies anymore. It should have ended. She did her duty, paid in scars and losses, and tried to make her peace. Yet here she was, tossed back nearly three decades by a smugly amused Lord Death, dumped into the year 1958 with a son she'd kept hidden from the world and a blood-adopted daughter who carried a legacy darker than any shadow she'd ever faced. Thomas Alexander Potter, three years old, bright-eyed, her heart's calm anchor. And Delphini Lilith Potter, fierce, sharp, and bound to her not by fate but by Alexandrina's own stubborn defiance of it. They were hers, and damn it, that meant something. Her goals were simple, if slightly ambitious: avoid meddling wizards, rewrite the future, and raise her children without the looming threat of war breathing down their necks. Shouldn't be too hard, right? She'd already defeated one megalomaniac. What was a little time travel, a few impossible odds, and the chance of crossing paths with Tom Riddle when he was still just a snake-eyed schoolboy with delusions of grandeur? Life had given her a second chance-no more, no less. And she was bloody well going to use it. Most Impressive Ranking #1 enemiestolovers out of 117K stories

Alfie Solomons finds a daughter. Harriet Potter finds the love of a father. Thomas Shelby finds a witch who has seventeen years of suppressed anger and rage from a past life and another nineteen years of having that rage encouraged by the very man he was trying to have a partnership with but it wasn't just that... It was finally a real chance. Polly always did say the third time is the charm, guess she was right as usual. Oh, and apparently Harri is the mistress of Death??? And a reincarnated witch that had to fight some Dark Lord with no nose??? Yeah... Tommy was never letting her out of his sight.

When Harri Potter and her three sisters make a Hail Mary decision to change the world, Ginny fucks them all over by breaking the one thing that was supposed to get them home. "Ah bloody hell," Harri groaned when her eyes set upon the town of Small Heath. "I can feel my lungs burning like I've been dropped kicked by a Thestral!" "It's... quaint?" Hermione didn't sound optimistic. "I think it'll be nice!" Luna grinned and pointed. "See! Look that nice man is helping that woman with her dress." Hermione covered Luna's eyes. She, Harri, and Ginny shared a look. That man was having very public sex in the middle of the street. "I don't think my feminist self is going to love it here," Ginny muttered. Tom cried in Harri's arms as if he completely agreed with them. "I think that Pub is open," Harri pointed to "The Garrison"

The Shelby's must pay for their sins in a befitting manner and Thomas Shelby has the worst of it. Imagine his surprise when the first person who ever saw him after nearly 40 years of being invisible to those around him, was a little girl. Harry Potter had always wanted a friend of her own. One that Dudley couldn't chase away. Mr. Shelby was her most well-kept secret and she had already lost him once, she did not wish to do so again. Despite the whole time sickness or whatever he called it, she would do it over... Again and again if necessary. Though it was weird that he had a beating heart and warmth in his cheeks. She had grown used to the sickly sight of him.

Hel Potter is seeing signs everywhere she looks. She could feel eyes on her, whether it was the crows she saw on buildings and signs or peeping through her windows. She knows something is watching her... Waiting. Luna Lovegood, her sister, and her heart talks about Gods. Always smiling a secret smile when Hel demands an answer. And Teddy, well her godson, he likes the Ravens much more than Hel ever did.

Harriet doesn't know she ended up almost 1,200 years in the past but one thing was for sure - she had to put on the best show of her life. Despite being a witch, Harri knew she had to survive and whatever may come. But what better way to protect herself than to be the exotic creature of a Prince? First, she had to learn to Dance. It's a good thing she could talk to snakes.

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When Harri died, she stared at the grotesque ugly thing that was suppsed to be the part of Tom that had lived inside her. No matter how horrifying it looked all she could think about was "the curious case of Benjamin Button" And all she could feel was the shameful love bubbling up inside her that she hid behind an iron curtain. A love that she didn't want to acknowledge for years, a love for the boy she had known that had been in the diary. 🩸🩸🩸 All Klaus ever wanted was to break the curse and be what was rightfully his birthright. So he could raise an army of hybrids and take care of Mikael once and for all. He and his siblings wouldn't have to keep running, they could finally be free. But there was an ache inside him that was more than just a want for power. It was hollow, empty... And the truth was, he was lonely. He wanted someone he could bear himself to, all of it. And for that woman to accept him as he was, his faults and all without expecting him to change. Klaus had hoped that she was out there just waiting for him to find her. For centuries he was patient, he had to be ready... He supposed her patience was worn out because she had apparently come to him. "Hello, I'm Harri Potter," Her smile was beautiful and Klaus immediately gotten lost in her eyes - so vibrant and magical, a green that would haunt him for an eternity. "Forgive my brother, Miss Potter," Elijah said. "He seems to have lost his voice."

Third time the charm? Guess again! Harriet Potter learns the hard way she can't die after being struck by another killing curse. After waking up in in some back alley of London - quite clearly alive and not... Dead like she definitely should be, she goes on a conquest of her own to test her mortality theory. Several fatal death stunts later - Harri has concluded she's some sort of thing that just can't die properly. Fearing what that might mean for her should the Ministry find out, she decides that she'll be better off saying "Too-da-loo, bitches!" and fuck off into the blue. Aro - unlike his brothers - likes to leave the piazza on the rare occasion so while on the hunt for his next meal, he caught a whiff of something mouth-watering, something spicy and sweet all at the same time. It brought back memories of his life in Greece, memories he thought he'd forgotten. The blood didn't sing to him but it did make him ravenous. It was coming from a young red-headed woman with striking green eyes too ethereal to be entirely human. Aro waited until she was alone when he struck. He wasn't assaulted with the girl's memories or emotions upon contact - he didn't much think about it as he drank greedily, unable to get enough. Only when her body dropped did his mind clear. She was divine. He licked his lips and cocked his head after placing her on the bed. When he went to leave... He was struck by a blast that sent him lurching into the bathroom door and crashing into the wall. He turned. "What..." He gasped. "Oi!" The girl was a whirlwind of fiery anger. "Do I look like some bloody fang banger to you?" "How--" "YOU BIT ME! Do you know how long it's going to take me to stop looking blue? A fucking WEEK!" Aro was stunned... And intrigued.