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Regulus Black dies on a dreary, cold December day, which, frankly, he never expected. In fact, if given a choice, he would’ve preferred to die in September—somewhere in between the miserable heat of summer and the gloomy cold of autumn, just for the spite of it all. But no, the universe had other plans.
After gulping down a potion that burns like liquid acid and battling some nasty Inferi in his final moments, Regulus is ready for the afterlife—a peaceful hill where he can watch his loved ones live their lives without him. A nice, quiet end. Or so he thought.
Instead of passing on to his idyllic hill, he wakes up in the past—still stuck in his childhood bedroom, surrounded by the same old stuffy house and the same miserable family.
Great.
Apparently, gods and deities have a twisted sense of humor, but Regulus isn’t about to let this slide. If he has to relive this mess, he’s going to get that damn hill one way or another—even if it's the last thing he does.
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25 Sep 2025
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The dining room at Grimmauld Place had always felt claustrophobic to Sirius, but tonight was particularly so.
Shadows clung to the high walls, curling in the corners like whispered threats. He could picture his long-dead Mother hiding in the darkness, waiting to cause him pain. Sirius sat hunched forward in a creaky chair, fingers drumming a furious rhythm against the old wood of the table. Across from him, James leaned back with his arms crossed, doing a poor job of pretending not to be tense. Remus sat between them, at one head of the table, hands clasped, stillness disguising the storm behind his amber eyes. Professor Walsh, ever serene, poured tea like they weren’t waiting for a bloody Death Eater to walk through the door.
“I still don’t like it,” Sirius muttered, loud enough to break the silence. “Calling a meeting like this. No details, no heads-up. At Grimmauld of all fucking places. Just, 'show up, be quiet, and trust the headmaster.'"
“You’re not the only one.” James kicked lightly at the table leg. “Since when does Dumbledore give us anything more than the bare minimum?”
“The Order has become more compartmentalized for a reason. Security. No one knows the full picture.”
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Aemond remembers falling from his mount and plunging into Gods Eye Lake.
He remembers dying with the faint memory of Helaena's visions echoing throughout his head. He remembers walking into a dark tunnel and reaching for the light... When he awakens once more, he is back to the very morning after he lost his eye.
This time, he is no longer the son of a scheming queen but rather the heir to the Iron Throne.
(OR, where Aemond is reincarnated as Rhaenyra's son. [I got the inspiration while watching a Chinese drama on my reels])
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09 Sep 2025
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While on the hunt for Horcruxes, a chance encounter with Death Eaters ends with Harry being sent back in time to 1942 and de-aged to five years old. The horcrux inside of him leads Headmaster Dippet to the absurd conclusion that Harry must be Tom Riddle’s son from the future. Dippet believes it is best for model student Tom to take care of Harry until they find a way to send him back to his time.
Tom is not happy with this arrangement at first.
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