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A disgruntled millennial is dropped into the infant body of actual genius Hermione Granger. With brainpower, determination, and foreknowledge of what is to come, she's ready and willing to wage total war on the wannabe magical fascists that infect her new world, becoming the Morrigan Reborn.
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03 May 2026
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Ginny is tired to be treated like a kid. Hermione is surprisingly eager to dive into mischief. When their eyes meet, time stands still and everything else fades away.
Start and follow loosely Book5 and 6, focusing on their POV. Canon divergence.
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Everything changed in the blink of an eye. Harry Potter was dead and the war was lost. The remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix go into hiding and Voldemort’s rise to power is complete. In a twist of fate, Hermione finds a Time Turner and makes plans to fix the mistakes of the past. Little does she know, she’s not the only one making the time jump.
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- Part 1 of Second Chances and Bonus Scenes
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It's been seven years since the war, five years since Hermione and Ron broke up, and...oh dear Merlin, two years since Hermione went on a date.
But it's fine. She has friends. She has her work.
Very complicated work that keeps her late in the office one Friday night. That takes her down to the Department of Mysteries, and back to the Hall of Prophecies for the first time in ten years.
And in that one night, her humdrum life is thrown completely out of the window.
Suddenly her life is one bizarre twist after another. Prophecies and potions and and caves and cliffs and house-elves and and and-
And being stuck in the past. Stuck ten years in the past with Bellatrix Lestrange.
That bloody prophecy.
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- Part 1 of Through Sand and Sea
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He does not yet know what he is. A boy alone in labyrinthine libraries, corridors swallowed by shadow, and towers that twist impossibly into the night, Severus drifts through the world like a candle guttering in a storm. His thoughts shout in the silence; his mind is a thing of cold brilliance that unsettles even the air around him.
Drawn to him as though by a force older than houses or bloodlines, the kind-hearted, the ambitious, the dangerous gather at his edges. He asks nothing. He commands nothing. And yet loyalty coils like smoke, influence spreads like ivy across stone, lives bend and shatter quietly around him. Shadows echo his presence, and the world seems to lean, ever so slightly, toward him.
He walks through halls where footsteps answer before they are made, through windows that catch moonlight like silver knives, past doors that close with unseen hands. Each breath carries the weight of inevitability; each thought, the tremor of fates in motion. He does not yet know the power he carries. He only knows that the air grows heavier, colder, darker, wherever he treads.