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What would you do if you woke up in an 12-year-old's body with adult memories and the knowledge that you're supposed to be a villain?
A 34-year-old mother from 2025 dies and awakens as Petunia Evans in 1971. She knows exactly how this story is supposed to go—Petunia becomes bitter, magic-hating, and crucial to Harry Potter's survival. So she tries to change nothing. Stay invisible. Let events unfold.
Then she gets Sorted into Slytherin.
Now she's mastering magic she's not supposed to have, forming impossible friendships across house lines, and discovering that erasing a child's memories comes with consequences no one warned her about. Her Seer visions are getting darker, her failed Animagus transformation is changing her into something inhuman, and her desperate attempts to preserve the timeline are creating entirely new disasters.
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17 Nov 2025
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What We May Mend by boho99
Fandoms: House of the Dragon (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
17 Mar 2024
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In the year 126 AC Lady Laena Velaryon survives her difficult in a foreign land surrounded by strangers. With a second chance to mend their fractured marriage she and her husband Prince Daemon Targaryen return to Westeros with their children in tow as chaos unfolds around them.
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21 Aug 2025
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He was not here, he would never be here. He was not her brother anymore. He was in the seas now. A pile of flesh and bones that would be swallowed by it. Becoming nothing more than food for whatever lived down there to gorge themselves upon.
A sob caught in her throat. She tried to scream, but she could not. Her hands went to wrap around her neck, clawing at it to force the sound out, but it did nothing. She choked. Her throat felt like it was burning. Struggling even to get breath to her lungs.
She was caught in the sea again. Everything that was, her parents' ashen faces, Daemon’s morose humor, Baela’s hand in hers, all gone. Faded away. As if she had been pushed off the rocky ledge into the sea. Drowning. She was drowning with Laenor, only she looked around, but he was not there. His coffin was nowhere in sight. Nothing was as she floated down. She could see nothing. The light from the surface dimmer the further down she went. The current was all there was. Dragging her down into the depths of the sea.
“Laena,” it was Daemon’s voice. It sounded as if he were an ocean away. Panicked. Trying to keep her here with him as if she really was drowning before him. Throwing out a line before it was too late she was lost to him to the tide. “Laena breathe.” He cupped her face in between his warm palms. They felt so warm, but she supposed anything that wasn't. The pads of those warm digits drew gentle circles into the apples of her cheeks.
She made note of that somehow beneath the darkness she was. His voice was so far away, but she could feel his touch no different than if she had not been drowning or what felt like she was drowning. Funny how that worked. “I’m right here. You are right here with me. Just breathe. Breathe for me Laena. I need you to breathe.” Breathe. Just breathe. How does one breathe when they are drowning?
“I’m drowning.” Where his voice sounded faint her own sounded a water-logged whisper from the depths of her mind. Had she said it aloud? Could anyone hear it?
She tried looking around and all she saw was the sea. She closed her eyelids with a flutter. Squeezing them shut so as not to see the darkness. It was easier this way. If she was still truly on that rocky outcrop with him and not wherever down wherever the current would take her, she had really made a spectacle of them. She supposed it didn't matter. Not when she could not breathe.
“Laena breath please just breathe. Please sweet girl. Please . Just breathe .” His voice broke and something in it broke her. Breaking through the haze. Forcing her to focus on the gentle ministrations of his fingers. Letting it lead her ashore and the water empty from her lungs.
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doll parts by preakergirl
Fandoms: House of the Dragon (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
15 Aug 2025
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in which alicent's need to please grown-ups takes an unsettling turn.
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16 Aug 2025
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Alicent doesn’t think about what she did this summer even once. A testament to her ability to compartmentalize. Rhaenyra is in awe of it. Her emotions attack her like harpies, leave her winded and unable to function. Alicent dusts hers away with a broom, Cinderella-esque.
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i don't love you (i always will) by usuallysunny
Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
17 Dec 2019
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Sansa wonders how it all came to this, standing in-front of the furious King in the North, a man she’s inextricably bound to, a man she doesn’t love.
She never imagined marriage to be like this.
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06 Aug 2025
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Mystery Work
Part of al_private
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
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03 Aug 2025
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“Daemon,” his mother repeated. He peered back up at her, her eyes positively grave. “I will not live to be an old woman,” she began, somber. “Not a grandmother. Not even a queen.”
Daemon’s throat swelled as she spoke, as he heard her voice faltering. Out of his control, his lips curled into a deep frown, resisting the tears that he knew were soon to fall.
“But you will go on, and she will go on,” she continued, dipping her face to touch the tip of her nose against the tiny button one on Rhaenyra’s face. “And life will go on.”
“Mother, please–” he groaned.
“You must hear this,” she scolded him. “Rȳbagon, ñuha tresy.” Like she commanded her mount, she commanded him, too. Listen, my son.
“She is yours,” Alyssa said. “Yours to raise, yours to protect. Yours to wed. Aōhon.” Yours. Daemon nodded, swallowing hard. “I made her for you,” she said softly, peering down at their baby in her arms. “She is for you, Daemon.”
Daemon held in a sob as Rhaenyra twitched in his mother’s arms, one hand curling into a tiny fist before falling back at her side, her whole arm the length of his hand, or so it seemed.
“We made her,” Daemon corrected his mother. “She is… of both of us.”
His mother nodded softly, tears now spilling down her crooked nose. “I know you will love her as she deserves,” she added.
“Before I even knew her, mother, I loved her.”
His mother sniffled. “I know. I know, sweet boy.”
Letting the sorrow wash over, Daemon finally began to cry in earnest. “I do not think I can bear it,” he sobbed. “If you are gone.”
Not a soul will care for me the way you do, mother.
“You will,” she comforted him, as if she could ever really understand what she meant to him. “May all your sorrow become love that you give unto her,” she nodded. “Raise her with all the love you deserve, and she shall return it unto you.”