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Harry Potter: Is Harry's mom Wanda?

Synopsis: In the final moment before her destruction, Wanda Maximoff — the Scarlet Witch — is pulled into a void beyond time or form. Lost in the abyss of her guilt, a mysterious light touches her… and brings her back. Not to her world, but to another. One where magic is different. Where redemption might take shape: the world of Harry Potter. When a luminous figure — a doe — shows her the memories of a boy abandoned and mistreated by his relatives, Wanda understands her new purpose: to protect Lily Potter’s son. Though she doesn’t know why she was chosen, she accepts the deal. In exchange for a chance at redemption, she will care for little Harry. But Wanda is no ordinary witch. And this world is not ready for her. From the very first moment on Privet Drive, the Dursleys will feel that something has changed. With power, resolve, and growing compassion, Wanda will face a new destiny. Because this time… no one will touch the boy without facing her. After all, who better to protect the Boy Who Lived… than the Scarlet Witch herself? Author's Disclaimer: This story is loosely inspired by the initial premise of Strange Potter, a work I greatly admire and that served as a creative spark for developing this project. Although the plot, character development, and events are entirely original and distinct, I believe it's only fair to acknowledge that initial influence. Likewise, this is a non-profit fanfic that blends elements from the Marvel and Harry Potter universes, whose rights belong to their respective creators and owners (Marvel/Disney and J.K. Rowling). This work is made with respect and with the intention of paying tribute to these worlds that so many of us have enjoyed. I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com
YoDarki · 3.6m Views

Royal Secret: I'm a Princess!

After living as a famous Korean vlogger-slash-mukbanger, Neoma died a (shameful) death and regressed to her tragic first life--- the life where she has to live as a hidden princess with a tyrannical father and a yandere twin brother. She died at the hands of her psycho brother in her first life. But luckily, she charmed her "big brother" this time. Her father remains a sc*mbag, though. But a blessing in disguise happened when her twin brother got "sick." Because of that, she has to pretend as the "Crown Prince," forcing her father to treat her well. She thought she was finally on the road to becoming a lady of leisure. But, despite her laziness, she still ends up completing royal duties that put her closer to the throne than her sick twin brother. The next thing she knew, they already prophesied her to be the first empress of their very patriarchal empire. Now Neoma finds herself in the middle of the succession war she never wanted to be involved in! *** [EXCERPT 1] “Neoma de Moonasterio, the first princess of Moonasterion Empire. From now on, you’ll live as Prince Nero’s proxy.” [The hell is this psycho saying?] Neoma, despite her confusion, still smiled at her father--- the emperor. “Father, what do you mean by that?” “From now on, assassins sent by my enemies would target Nero,” the emperor explained. “Until he’s strong enough to protect himself, you’ll pose as your twin brother.” Her smile froze, but she still acted innocent. “But Father. If I take my brother’s position, then wouldn’t the assassins mistake me for him and…” She stopped talking when she realized that was exactly what the emperor wanted her to do. [This sc*mbag wants me to be bait?!] “You’re no longer a princess, Neoma de Moonasterio. From now on, you’ll live as Prince Nero de Moonasterio,” Emperor Nikolai said coldly while looking down at her with glowing red eyes. “Try to survive until your twin brother comes back to take his rightful place, understood?” Neoma was too shocked to react. [Are you f*cking kidding me, you sc*mbag?!] *** [ORIGINAL BOOK COVER. Artwork by sola_cola.] *** [EXCERPT 2] “I’m so sick of your tyrannical a*s,” Neoma yelled at her father aka the emperor. “I won’t forgive you for hurting Lewis and Tteokbokki!” “What will you do about it then?” Nikolai asked with a smirk. “Kill me?” “Yes! I’ll f*cking kill you, sc*mbag!” “Language,” he warned her, upset that his five-year-old daughter curses like a sailor. “Using vulgar words is unbecoming of the future Crown Prince.” “I’m a princess!” Upon yelling those words, the royal princess’s eye color changed from ash-gray to red. [This is getting serious.] “Stop it, Nero,” Nikolai told her sternly. “If you keep that up, the royal knights will come and–” “I’m not Nero!” Neoma screeched angrily. Then she jumped in the air with her left fist, ready to punch him. “In the name of the moon, I’ll punish you!” [What…?] And Princess Neoma, pretending as the Crown Prince for her sick twin brother, punched Emperor Nikolai, her father, in the face.
sola_cola · 5.8m Views

Too Many Losing Heroes

The heavens are heartless, treating all living beings as mere chess pieces in a grand, indifferent game. Under the vast sky, the illusion of the virtuous facade path is built on a foundation of hypocrisy and whispers. A solitary soul, branded by a grotesque scar he cannot remember, learns this truth the hard way. When he reaches out to save a falling life, the world rewards his limitless kindness with venomous accusations. Betrayed by the very society he protected, he realizes a profound truth: if one does not carve their own destiny, the world will force a mask upon them. Discarding the heavy chains of morality, he willingly steps into the abyss, embracing the demonic path, choosing to become the ultimate villain on his own terms. Elsewhere, the winds of fate prove exceptionally cruel, mocking the concept of fairness. A mediocre scribe reaps the spoils of unearned luck, drowning in the shallow applause of the masses, while a peerless, pure talent is betrayed and swallowed by the shadows. The scribe is left to rot from the inside out, haunted by his own inadequacy, watching as childhood bonds are severed by the glittering, poisonous allure of fame and vanity. Karmic threads tangle and snap. Blood stains the asphalt, washing away precious memories, leaving broken souls to desperately piece together their shattered existence. Even those who stand bathed in the radiant light of public worship—golden idols who smile for the masses—are nothing but gears in a ruthless, mechanical struggle for survival, moving meticulously through the storms of ambition. In this cruel mortal realm, effort is an illusion, love is a fragile liability, and talent is easily crushed by the grinding wheel of fate. Beneath the unfeeling heavens, there is no true justice and no ultimate victor. There are only hypocrites wearing virtuous masks, monsters born from despair, and fools struggling in the mud. In this tragic, endless play, there are simply too many losing heroes.
The_Prince_XI · 115.4k Views

Seven Years As Secret Wife

Veronica went from college boyfriend-girlfriend to husband and wife with Jonathan Rollings. They got married and on Jonathan’s request, kept their marriage a secret. He even gave her a silver band saying one day he would change it to a diamond ring. Two years after their marriage, Jonathan met Imelda who promised to help him build his business for a favor. Fulfilling this favor, seven years have passed by. Today, she’s still legally married to Jonathan Rollings, now one of the city's most powerful men, yet she serves wine at his parties in a server's uniform while Imelda openly calls him her fiance. Not only this, to the world, her husband is dead. Even her daughter cannot call her father Jonathan and must call him “Mr. Rollings”, while Imelda’s son calls him “dad” in public. She has endured it all in silence, hoping one day he will accept them in public. But after seven years of silence, she gives up. Behind Veronica’s back, something else was quietly unraveling. Marriage records changed, money she never received, correspondence she never heard of. Imelda didn’t want to make Jonathan forget Veronica, she was erasing her from his life. But when she saw not only her health but her daughter’s life was also affected, she decided to give up and stop sacrificing anymore. Now, with a countdown running, Veronica decides to give Jonathan the last chance to choose her or Imelda, and finally she takes the decision. Some could lose everything they thought they were protecting. Some will find they never left them. And one woman, who was a secret for seven years, will become a truth no one can deny. Veronica survived being erased. The only question is, whether Jonathan can see through Imelda’s schemes and win his love, Veronica, back or not.
Sipra_Chander · 111.9k Views

First Night with the Army: The Stoic Big Shot Is Done Pretending

Wen Ci struggled to survive in the apocalypse for three years, only to transmigrate into the 1980s as the real heiress forced into a substitute marriage. The moment she arrived, her own mother pressured her to marry in another’s place. Wen Ci had never been one to submit, even in death. Rather than be manipulated, she leapt into the river to escape— Only to be rescued the very next second. Looking up, she found herself staring at a tall, broad-shouldered man with a face so handsome it could ruin nations. Practically drooling, Wen Ci blinked and asked, “Just passing by?” The man replied coldly, “Your husband.” Wen Ci froze. Her arranged husband… Was this devastatingly handsome big shot? If she’d known sooner, why would she have jumped into the river? She would’ve happily gone straight to enjoying married life! — Later, Wen Ci was assigned to assist at a hospital, where she often heard the doctors speak in awe of a certain “Living Yama” in the Northwest— A man swift and decisive, stern and impartial, so intimidating that anyone who met him trembled. Remembering Wen Ci was married, one doctor asked curiously, “Where is your husband stationed?” Just as Wen Ci was about to answer— She looked up and saw Huo Jingyuan standing in the doorway in civilian clothes, his expression as cold as ever. The doctor hurriedly tugged her sleeve and whispered, “That’s him—the Living Yama!” Wen Ci walked over to him. “Why are you here?” Huo Jingyuan looked at her and answered evenly, “To take you home.”
Now to See the Roost · 462.4k Views

I Transmigrated as a Villainess to Raise Babies, and My Beast Husbands Are Fighting Madly Over Me!

[Multiple Cute Babies + Multiple Beast Husbands + 1vN] Qiao Xixi wakes up to find herself transmigrated into a book, into a beast world. She has become the villainous biological mother who abuses the main antagonist in the book. She's thrown into wilderness survival from the get-go, and comes with three little villain cubs who are gradually going astray. Just as she binds to a cub-raising system, ready to lead by example and teach the cubs well. She is shocked to discover that it was she who had snatched the food her cubs worked so hard to find. After a cub got injured, not only did she ignore him, but she also threw him into the snow to fend for himself. Qiao Xixi's legs give way. "Help me up, I can still salvage this!" She pulls herself together, cooperates with the system to complete missions, raises her cubs' Combat Power, awakens their Beast Souls, and they gradually become the coolest cubs in the beast world! However, just as she's enjoying the happy results of raising her children. Why is the look Jin Ling, who was rescued by her cubs, giving her not so innocent? How come the cubs' biological fathers are showing up one by one! That arrogant and bewitching red fox, Feiyan, why is he even clingier than the cubs? The red python Sunxiao, who exudes a "keep away" aura, is actually the snake cub's father beast? And the stunningly beautiful Merman Prince, the brutal Black Panther Commander… They actually had a cub with her too, and now they want her to take responsibility? The cubs before finding their biological fathers: "I want a daddy too..." The cubs after finding their biological fathers, racking their brains to make their dads vie for favor: "Useless old man, you can't even fight for affection!"
Ting Chan · 950k Views