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HP: Daughter of Two Bloods, Heir of Two Graves

Morwenna Emrys-LeFay has two kinds of cold in her blood. One is her inheritance—a frost that curls through her veins. The other is her choice. Dumbledore is watching. Hogwarts is calling. The old families are circling. A dark lord is collecting his pieces. She knows how this story is supposed to end. She remembers a world where Harry Potter died for people who never deserved him. She isn't here to fix that world. She's here to protect her own. By the age of five, she had already survived what most wizards never see. She isn't a hero or a villain. She is something far more dangerous: someone who refuses to lose. And she will rewrite the story. Page by page. Ritual by ritual. Even if her heart has to stop to do it. This is her story. She decides the ending. --- This story has a pretty slow pace, so it does need some patience to get through. The main focus is worldbuilding, lore, and going deeper into how magic actually works. The second major focus is slice of life, so you’ll see a lot of quieter, everyday moments from the MC’s life as things develop. It’s not really about good versus evil like in canon. Instead, it leans more into politics, different perspectives, and the tension between traditionalists and those who want to modernize the wizarding world. So if you’re looking for fast action right away, this probably isn’t the fic for you. --- Volume One: Before the Stone — ages 0–7. Slow build. Hogwarts is coming. We are just building the person who will walk through those doors first. As this is a WIP, I can't make exact promises, but the pace will evolve with the story
Reiya_Alberich · 559.6k Views

I'm Not A Master, I'm A Director (Creating Fate Movie In Nasuverse)

“Director Matou, the magical effects in your fantasy film looked incredibly realistic! How did you pull them off?” “They were real magic,” Shinji replied without missing a beat. “Director Matou, your historical drama was praised for its uncanny accuracy. How did you manage that?” “I had direct consultation from the people who lived in that era.” “Director, in your tokusatsu films, why does the Ultraman-like hero always use Bajiquan in combat?” “Well, that’s because the actor playing him is none other than the founder of Bajiquan himself.” “Director Matou, why do the female leads in all your films look so… similar? Especially all those Arturia actresses with the same name and face?” “That, my friend, is a long story. And it all begins with a certain mushroom-headed man—” “......” . . . . . Shinji Matou. A prodigious talent in the world of film, a renegade magi who defied the orthodoxy of the Clock Tower, and an eccentric summoner who had long since stopped pretending to get along with his own Servant. A director who blended modern cinema with ancient magecraft. A magus who saw the silver screen as a new kind of reality marble. He stood boldly before a press conference filled with journalists, film critics, and confused magi alike. “I am the greatest Master among Directors—and the greatest Director among Masters!” He declared it like a line straight out of his own movie, with all the pomp and confidence of a man who had rewritten the rules of both cinema and sorcery. The hall fell into an awkward silence. And then, in perfect unison, a thunderous cry echoed from behind the curtains— “SHUT UP AND GET LOST!” ×N A chorus of exasperated Servants, all fed up with his antics. Shinji didn’t flinch. He simply smirked, adjusted his director’s beret, and turned back to the flashing cameras. "Good! Now let’s roll the cameras! Scene one—reality itself."
Delizard · 1.3m Views