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I’m looking for more stories featuring this couple. I’ve already read some on AO3 (I think I’ve read them all, lol), including one that started a few days ago with a premise similar to *The Apothecary’s Diaries* (Tom is the emperor and has to figure out what and who is killing the harem, and Harry is the only one capable of solving it—something like that. It only has one chapter so far, but the tags sound really interesting along with the synopsis).

Do you know of any other fanfics set in this kind of alternate universe on other platforms?

I’m looking for more stories featuring this couple. I’ve already read some on AO3 (I think I’ve read them all, lol), including one that started a few days ago with a premise similar to \*The Apothecary’s Diaries\* (Tom is the emperor and has to figure out what and who is killing the harem, and Harry is the only one capable of solving it—something like that. It only has one chapter so far, but the tags sound really interesting along with the synopsis).

Do you know of any other fanfics set in this kind of alternate universe on other platforms like Wattpad or FF.net?

So, this is just a brief introduction to a chapter I'm currently working on.

What do you think? Please be kind with your comments. English isn't my first language, and it's probably written terribly, but I did my best with the dictionary and a translator.

My historical details and names might be wrong due to how history is taught in my country, so please keep that in mind. I try to stay as close to history as possible while also twisting the Harry Potter canon however I please, haha.

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“There have been moments throughout history marked by the deeds of the House of Peverells. Events that took place behind the scenes, which are really nothing more than a transparent curtain, since everyone knows about them, though no one speaks of them.”

Aurora Lovegood’s deep voice filled the abandoned room where several students had gathered to learn more about the family that was now the talk of the town. The Great Hall had always been abuzz with gossip and stories about the Peverells ever since the Prophet reported that Donato Peverell had killed fifteen wizards allied with Grindelwald in Austria during a duel and, subsequently, in a massive explosion. The Peverell was the sole survivor, suffering only minor injuries. The Averys were ecstatic about this; although Donato was married to Aracely Avery of the German branch, the British also had deep ties to the Peverells.

There was also the fact that some branches of the family would be returning to Great Britain after nearly two centuries abroad, and that many of the family’s young members would be entering Hogwarts next year.

The information that could be found about the Peverells was, for the most part, scarce and confusing; his own classmates had various versions of the stories, and the little information they found in books was very vague. The relatives of his friends who were related to them might also be a good option, but communication was complicated, and there was no guarantee that they would be willing to share the hidden stories of their family.

Their best source for that lead was Eleazar Crabble’s great-aunt, Martha Crabble, but she had completely cut herself off from her family, which suggested that the former Lady Peverell was neither foolish nor clumsy like her grandnephew. The next best option was the Blacks’ uncles—Lucretius, Hermes, and Cain Peverell—but relations between the two families were extremely strained.

So they turned to outside sources that might help. Lucrecia convinced the Lovegood siblings—being a good friend to both—to talk a little about the family, and, surprisingly, they both agreed on the sole condition that more students be present. Apparently, the family of seers were former allies of the Peverells, and the story they might know was closer to the truth than the lies and tales that usually surrounded the family of death.

Such was the level of interest among several students that they appealed to the Headmaster Dippet for one of the largest abandoned classrooms the school had to offer. Fortunately, the house-elves cleaned it and prepared it to serve as a meeting area.

“Many of you already know this, of course. What is the truth? What is the lie? The lives of the blessed, surrounded by Death, are full of mysteries so tangled that no one knows their story exactly, for it has become legend, and the legend, myth.” The white-haired girl was, without a doubt, an excellent storyteller in Tom’s eyes. The sixth-year girl and her brother stood before the other students, who varied in age and house, recounting what seemed like the beginning of an ancient tale. Her soft voice was barely audible, so the others had to lean in as close as they could in their seats, with no sound around them. Aurora Lovegood could have made a career out of storytelling. “The story I am about to tell may well be true… it may well be a lie. I won’t reveal anything beyond the facts, and it will be up to you to seek the truth among the cobwebs of deception. Some of you will even know what I’m talking about, and others only parts of it; consider this a kind gift from Fate.

“A gift? Why?” Confusion was evident in the tone of Avery’s question. He, who might have been the most clueless of the group and who found it harder than anyone else to keep quiet, asked what many were thinking but no one dared to say aloud. “I mean, I appreciate gifts. I like gifts, but nobody gives anything just like that without wanting something in return.”

Aurora fell silent, still wearing that same mysterious smile and dreamy gaze. The Ravenclaw girl never felt the need to say more than necessary; she spoke only what was essential, and many of the words that came out of her mouth might as well have been riddles or complex prophecies that no one could fully decipher. It was her brother, Atlas, who decided to answer Caleb’s question.

“We mortals cannot know the plans of the deities who rule the world.” Unlike his sister, who spent more time lost in her thoughts and seeing things no one else saw with those clouded, lost eyes, Atlas usually had a dangerous, observant gaze, hyper-aware of his surroundings. That kind of gaze made some first-year students feel very afraid, and Caleb, who bore the full brunt of the teenager’s unsettling stare, shuddered, though he didn’t look away. “We are merely simple messengers of Fate; you will interpret your gifts as best you can.”

Atlas scanned each of those present, lingering on Tom just long enough for him to know it was intentional. He enjoyed those stares—he even relished them; feeling the envy and jealousy, the fear and respect. Although he was only twelve, Tom had grown accustomed to such stares at the orphanage, and that experience had only intensified at school. However, he found Atlas’s gaze particularly difficult to bear. His eyelids were wide open to the point of being uncomfortable, and his pale blue eyes seemed to see right through the filth of your soul as they scrutinized you.

If Aurora Lovegood was the gentle, soft-spoken white rabbit who invited conversation, Atlas Lovegood was the white hare who kept others at a distance. She, whether to shield Caleb from Atlas’s gaze or because she ignored the interruption, continued with her story.

“The Peverells lay the foundations of empires and kingdoms, and just as they create them, they can also destroy them. It has happened throughout history, though I won’t mention when or where, for we could be trapped here for days and we don’t have the time; however, I will mention one in particular, the most recent one in which they orchestrated the slow fall of the Holy Roman Empire—which did not fall overnight, nor as Muggles like to recount its downfall: due to constant disputes, wars, or disease. It fell to necessity and caution… to the vision of the Peverells.

Tom felt the thrill course through every inch of his body, sending shivers down his spine at the display of power that a family of great influence on a global scale could achieve. The Blacks and the Malfoys were stepping stones on the path he would have to cross; Great Britain was small compared to the rest of the wizarding world, and the power of these families was relatively small; great within the country, yes… but not enough to bring about effective change in Europe and, consequently, in the world. The Peverells were in the major leagues of world politics.

This was what he wanted to instill in a few years’ time: ambition, power, and the ability to decide whether an empire would stand or fall. The power to change the course of the world and history with his own hands. Feelings of awe and envy raged inside him like fire and acid burning his throat and stomach as he wished, once again, that he had been born into a family that could have handed him the tools.

The Lovegood girl, who had always been strange even by wizarding standards, watched him with an amused gleam in her eyes, as if she knew what the hell he was fighting against; she always seemed to know people’s thoughts, their past, present, and future. Lucrecia said that, though the Blacks were sometimes blessed by Fate, the deity would always love the Lovegoods more.

“The crises that led to the Empire’s implosion were created by the Peverells of that time, since two entire generations were involved. The main branch knew it; the winds of war on the horizon were an omen of magic’s exposure—a danger not all wizards grasped, despite the persecutions of past centuries. The Statute was already in effect in some parts of the world. The wizards living under the rules of the Holy Empire still had no interest in signing, for, in their eyes, the promises, deeds, and laws of Emperor Charles VI of Germany protected their interests.

Binns’s classes were nothing compared to what he was hearing right now. Of course, Tom studied everything he could about the history of Magical Britain; as an outsider within the British community, he needed to study years of magical history to understand today’s society. However, what he disliked most was the fact that, since the creation of the Statute in 1689, wizards had erased all traces of Muggle history—which, in his opinion, was absurd since, even though the two worlds were separated by the Statute, what happened in the non-magical world intrinsically affected the magical world. Wars were one example; currently, World War II was affecting the wizarding community in trade, politics, transportation, and much more. Both worlds were interconnected by sharing the same space.

On the other hand, global wizarding laws had to change over time to adapt to wizarding communities. The magical world was not divided in the same way as Muggle schools taught. In 1740, kingdoms and empires still existed, and there were constant disputes over territory. Magical communities might not have been susceptible to those major changes in Muggle historical events, which unfolded differently within the magical world.

One example of this was the creation of MACUSA. Although the American War of Independence took place in the late 18th century, MACUSA had already been established several decades earlier when many radical British and French wizards arrived in the New World. There was no magical British rule, unlike in the Muggle world where the empire existed and the Thirteen Colonies were established, because, on the magical side, the empire never existed. The wizards who traveled to the New World, destroying and annihilating the native magic of the region and its inhabitants, did so for their own purposes and ambitions; it is no coincidence that even today MACUSA still engaged in the barbaric practice of persecuting native wizards.

It was a unique case where the ancestral magic of those lands had almost completely vanished. It was currently known that there were only a few native communities in the United States hiding from the rest of the world. They were even more isolated from the outside world than the English.

“So the Statute had nothing to do with the International?” Abraxas looked at the Lovegood brothers in confusion. Matthew Rosier and Lucrecia Black had the same look of confusion in their eyes, as did some of the others present. Tom hoped his own curiosity wouldn’t be unconsciously revealed. “Excuse me, but why, by the sacred beards of Zeus, do they call it the International?”

Not even the Lovegoods had to answer that; a transfer student from Germany beat them to it: Frida Carrow.

“The Statute was created in Great Britain and gradually spread throughout the world. It was first established in 1689 in that country, but it took three years for the second country, France, to sign it, and so, gradually, others joined in. At first it was called the Statute of Wizarding Secrecy; the word “International” was added several times later in 1775 when the Muggle American War of Independence began.” The girl, much taller than the average British witch, explained in detail with her thick German accent. Unlike her cousins Kathia and Giorgio, she was the heir to the main branch of the Carrows, who came from Germany, while the British Carrows were the secondary branch. Kathia mentioned that Frida’s great-great-aunt had married into one of the adjacent branches of the Peverells and that the German Carrows had very close ties to them. “The Statute officially became international with the fall of Napoleon in 1815, as well as the first independence movements of the European empires in the Americas… Why are you looking at me like that? Don’t they teach history at this school? Now I understand why Great Britain has magical and political deficits. They have the same stagnant knowledge from the Dark Ages. What barbarians.”

Frida’s disdain, along with that of the other pure-blood refugees from Europe who were with them, put the Hogwarts students in a very awkward position. Tom could see Abraxas’s pale cheeks turn bright red with humiliation over his ignorance; meanwhile, the Blacks present showed a certain degree of discomfort and embarrassment. Looking at his friends’ faces, he could see the emotions playing across them. The humiliation was even deeper as they realized they had no way to refute Frida’s accusations.

In recent weeks, many students had begun to realize the vast difference in knowledge and magical ability between themselves and the foreign students. Frida Carrow was by far the most knowledgeable when it came to history. Tom always enjoyed his conversations with her, who, unlike his cousins, felt no disdain for Muggle-borns and half-bloods. She even seemed to enjoy their company more than that of the pure-bloods themselves when talking with them and teaching them about history and magical customs.

It was a pattern that repeated itself among other foreign wizards. They enjoyed the company of half-bloods and Muggle-borns more and shared their knowledge with them, seeing them clearly lagging behind their pure-blood peers. Whenever Tom spotted them in the library, they were always discussing politics, history, or magical traditions, which always made him wonder: what if Tom had been born in a more open country?

These were questions that gnawed at his mind in situations like this.

¿Por qué hay magia en los hijos de muggles? ¿Por qué los mestizos suelen ser mágicamente más poderosos que los sangre pura? Es una cuestión que tocan muchos de los fanfics que leo y me gustaría saber cómo cada uno de ustedes abordaría el tema.

En general he leído siempre que los hijos de muggles son descendientes de líneas squibs y que necesitan ciertas características para que la magia vuelva a gestarse. Por ejemplo: tienen que pasar x cantidad de generaciones o unirse con otra linea de squibs.

Un caso fue que, en un fanfic (no recuerdo cual) se demostraba que los padres de Hermione eran descendientes de líneas squibs.

En otro, Lily y Petunia Evans eran descendientes de la línea squib de Ravenclaw por parte de su abuela quien fue squib y que recordaba la magia, Lily desarrollo el gen mientras que Petunia era squib.

Y me gustan mucho las ideas, creo que son fantásticas y le dan una base muy sustentada del por qué los mestizos son más fuertes. Sangre nueva, ramas mágicas nuevas, dones mágicos muertos traídos a la vida, etc. Tenemos a Tom Riddle, Harry Potter, Dumbledore, Tonks.

Pero estaba pensando en ¿Qué otras ideas tendrá la gente para demostrar la razón de la magia en los nacidos muggles?

¡Los leo!

Mi idea (muy vaga, tengo que desarrollarla más) es que los nacidos muggles son realmente elegidos de la magia para repoblar el mundo mágico. Considerando que sangre puras hay pocos y necesitan que la magia se expanda y no muera.

Los Black se extinguieron bajo la rama masculina y solo continuo con la femenina de parte de Draco pero él continuará con la familia Malfoy por lo que los Black están destinados a morir. Esta Teddy por supuesto pero él continuará bajo el patrimonio de Lupin o, en casos particulares, como Potter. Dudo mucho que Andrómeda quisiera que llevara el apellido de su familia.

Entonces, desarrollando:

La magia (como Deidad o Ser, lo dejo a su criterio, superior a otras como Muerte, Destino, Tiempo) al ver qué poco a poco su regalo está muriendo, volvió a brindarlo a otro grupo de no magos para que se unieran al primer grupo (los sangre pura) y aumentar la presencia de la magia creando mestizos y, por consiguiente, crear una raza de magos más fuerte que expanda la magia a través de la descendencia.

Casos populares: Lily Evans, Hermione Granger. Ambas son mágicamente fuertes y muy inteligentes. Consideradas como las brujas más inteligentes de su año.

Ahora, la cuestión de squibs:

La idea de la endogamia no voy a tocarla, es perfecta, tiene lógica y bases fundamentadas de ser la razón por la cual la sangre pura está disminuyendo. Entonces, debido a eso nacen los squibs y ellos se emparejan con muggles.

Entonces ¿Qué hace la magia para estos casos? Considero que, si bien los muggles con los que se unieron los squibs no tienen magia solo necesitan unas cuantas generaciones más para que está se active o, en casos extraordinarios, solo baste una pizca de sangre nueva sin importar si es mágica o no.

Caso: Merope Gaunt (aunque hablan de ella como que poseía algo de magia, no era lo suficientemente fuerte para consideres una bruja propiamente así que, en mi caso y para mis hipótesis, la haré squib), sabemos que los Gaunt eran locos y endogamicos mucho más que las familias puristas como los Black, sangre extremadamente condensada pero, en teoría fuerte al ser descendientes de Slytherin y Peverell, por lo que solo un poco de sangre fresca lo renovaría de nuevo.

El gen está en Merope pero no activo, no lo suficiente así que necesita un catalizador para ello. La sangre nueva pero no mágica crea ese empuje extra para que haya un mago poderoso mágicamente y luego, ese poder se ramifique en su descendencia creando más magia y dones.

Resultado a medias: Tom Riddle. Mestizo, sangre pura en squib y sangre muggle. Mágicamente poderoso y con los dones de Slytherin, podría haber sido incluso un apto candidato a las reliquias de la muerte (dejando de lado su historia jaja). Si Tom hubiera tenido descendencia, sacaría más allá el Parsel, volvería a la gloria los Gaunt y los Slytherin, incluso los Peverell junto a los Potter.

Hay otros casos también interesantes. Cómo Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Argus Filch, la señora de los gatos (no recuerdo su nombre jaja)

Si alguien quiere sumar más ideas a mi idea, los leo con gusto!

Considero que el nivel de asignaturas en Hogwarts es, en su mayoría, ineficiente.

Creo que he llegado al punto en el que he leído tantos fics que elaboran un buen sistema escolar mucho más avanzado y completo.

Entonces, imaginemos que todos somos directores ¿Qué otras materias meterían?

Empiezo yo:

1. Primero metería todas aquellas que se considerarían "muggles" como física, química y matemáticas. Siento que el nivel de magia aumentaría en cuestión de encantamientos, pociones, transformaciones y aritmancia. Le daría un nivel de profundidad considerando que abriría nuevas formas de procesar la información o de crear nuevas cosas.

2. Un nivel de profundidad mayor con astronomía. Tengo entendido que astronomía si bien es para conocer astros, constelaciones y el movimiento de los planteas no creo que lleguen al nivel por ejemplo de los mayas. Así que sería interesante que sea a un nivel mucho más avanzado y complejo, los mayas utilizaban los cielos para medir tiempo, estaciones, etc.

3. Artes mentales. La oclumancia y legeremancia, solo pocos lo sabían y considero que en un mundo donde un niño de 11 años puede matarte con solo ser creativo sería un buen recurso para diversas áreas laborales. Autores, medibrujos, inefables, políticos, etc. No creo que a nadie le guste que estén urgando en la mente y no darte cuenta.

4. Duelos y/o deportes. En teoría, para eso sirve Defensa contra las artes oscuras y el quidditch pero vamos, el primero es mucha teoría o práctica y poca acción y el segundo es literalmente un juego de muerte en cielos. Considero que, con excepción de los jugadores de quidditch, casi todos deberían ser mediocres en resistencia y fuerza. Sobre todo los sangre pura. En un duelo en vida real no creo que te quedes quieto en el mismo lugar, hay que moverse, saltar, ser veloz y tener reflejos, eso se construye con la práctica. Así que todos tendrían clase de entrenamiento y duelos, así aprenden en tiempo real lo que se supone que vieron en DADA y, a la vez, se ejercitan.

5. Magia elemental. Esto me haría mucha ilusión, algo así bien al estilo Avatar o Naruto donde todos los magos tengan afinidad a un elemento y puedan aprender magia en relación a ello.

6. Idiomas. Vamos, aunque he leído fics donde usan hechizos de traduccion (ojalá existieran en la vida real) dudo que sirvan con idiomas de otras criaturas. Imagina las posibilidades. Parsel, sireno, trol, etc. Creo que sería muy divertido jajaja, los goblins estarían más interesados porque un mago intento aprender su idioma (eso o lo odiarían a muerte)

7. Magia de sangre. La idea de que la sangre y el nombre sea poder me parece fascinante, la capacidad de crear encantamientos, hechizos, ritos, protecciones, etc con sangre porque da más fuerza es un campo de magia que rara vez veo en los fanfics. Siempre me ha llamado mucho la idea de hacer que un encantamiento permita que al momento de salpicar sangre a una persona puedas hacerla explotar (muy sangrienta y creativa jajaja)

The full weight of magic and the duty that her name and destiny would entail. Harriet thought that, after all the sacrifices she’d made to defeat the Dark Lord, losing family and friends, dying and coming back, things would finally be much better. A path to healing.

Had she known she would die in an explosion at a summit with Muggles in the name of peace because she was “The Girl Who Lived and Conquered,” Harriet Potter would have said, “Thanks, but no thanks.”

The whole business of dying and embracing Death as an old friend was utter propaganda garbage from the Deathly Hallows addicts. There was nothing interesting about dying, with the sole exception that, finally, she would be reunited with her loved ones in the afterlife.

To hell with it all.

Harriet was 19, and her entire generation, herself included, was devastated by the war. Fearful, exhausted, defeated in spirit. But of course, the older generation was celebrating and getting on with their lives, hiding behind excuses or running away. Sacrificing the younger generations in a war they didn’t ask for and that only reached their time because the older generations were incompetent fools. And now they were paying for it again, but no longer just Harriet’s generation, everyone was.

The celebrations marking Voldemort’s downfall across Great Britain left traces in the wizarding world that the Ministry couldn’t completely erase. Step by step, Muggles began to question the strange things happening around them, videos, photos, experiences, and online forums. With the internet, it all started and exploded far too quickly.

The generations before Harriet ruined everything by celebrating nonstop with Muggles all around them, and the Muggles —who aren’t stupid or ignorant as the Pure-bloods wanted to portray them— investigated until they stumbled upon the magical world.

Harriet only lived a year of relative peace and tranquility before a second war broke out in the country. Muggles might not have magic, but they had technology and were a much larger population than the magical community.

And what Muggles don’t understand, they destroy. A reaction to fear.

They destroyed everything.

The older generations were the first to be exterminated. The pure-blood wizards were the first to fall, due to their ignorance and arrogance; there was no mercy or dialogue with them—they were brutally destroyed along with their homes and possessions. Next came the children of Muggles, many of whom were traitors who turned their backs on the wizarding world, just as the wizarding society had turned its back on them. Most of them passed on information—their history, their spells, their protections—anything to gain an advantage. They gladly sold their magic or information to take revenge on a society that rejected and punished them, and those who opposed them were tortured and killed. Finally, there were the half-bloods. They, who knew both worlds, tried to negotiate with the Muggles—a peace treaty or talks to stop the massacre.

Harriet was on the list, one of the most famous witches of the century and also a half-blood; with luck, she could hold a conference to prevent further loss of magic.

That was when she died. At a UN summit with Hermione and Ron by her side. An explosion that likely killed all the participants—both wizards and Muggles.

And here is Harriet Potter, dead once again and in limbo for the third time. Waiting for the train that would take her to rest.

Entonces.

Estoy creando un fanfic pero no me decido de la pareja.

Siempre he amado mucho el Tomarry (Tom Riddle x Harry Potter) y siento que tienen una increíble profundidad y química pero también amo mucho el Orry (Orion Black x Harry Potter) y estoy en una crisis de no sé que hacer.

Junto a los tres? Solo a dos?

¿Opiniones?