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Open The Eclipse Gate Aquarius Harry

Harry's a she

Set in an alternate wizarding world shaped by a matriarchal society, this story reimagines the familiar backdrop of Hogwarts and its surrounding conflicts. Power is inherited through the female line, and pureblood families fiercely guard their legacy amidst growing tensions with Muggleborns. The imbalance in the number of witches and wizards has made pureblood males valuable but objectified commodities, intensifying the social and political struggles within the magical world. At the heart of the story is Arcturus Regulus Black, the reincarnated son of Regulus Black. Carrying memories of a past life, Arcturus refuses to follow in the footsteps of Holly Potter, the female equivalent of the Boy Who Lived. Instead, his ambition is to break free from the constraints of his birthright, gaining power to rewrite his destiny in a society where he is marginalized by virtue of his gender. Arcturus is not alone in his reincarnation. Ronda Weasley, the female reincarnation of Ron, and Serena Prince, the female reincarnation of Severus Snape, navigate their own struggles as they reconcile their former lives with the constraints and expectations of this matriarchal world. The group faces questions of identity, legacy, and loyalty, balancing their memories of the past with the possibilities of the present. Their journey unfolds against a backdrop of political turmoil. Holly Potter, destined to fight Voldemort, plays the central role in a fight that echoes the original timeline but is subtly altered by the presence of the reincarnated souls. Simultaneously, the enigmatic Aurora Malfoy—Draco's older sister and another reincarnated soul—must contend with her family's legacy in this transformed world. Meanwhile, Hogwarts, led by Alba Dumbledore, becomes a battleground of ideologies. Dumbledore, though a figure of wisdom, unconsciously upholds the traditions of the matriarchy, while Gellert Grindelwald rises as a voice for men’s rights, creating an additional layer of conflict. The struggle between these ideologies mirrors the broader fight against Voldemort, adding complexity to the characters’ decisions. In a story that mixes politics, societal critique, and the power of memory, the young protagonists confront questions of whether to preserve the world they now inhabit or risk everything to reshape it. Their choices will define the fate of the wizarding world, testing the limits of friendship, power, and identity in a society where nothing is as it once was. Note, this story will NOT have R18 scenes at least for the first volume, if it then does, there will be a tag and you can pass. To summarize this world, it's a matriarchal version of the Harry Potter world while the muggle world remains the same. With all this shit, there are half a dozen reincarnated people of all age (mostly Hogwarts's students) who will make butterfly effects while trying to adapt to this world, including the MC. I decided to write this book as a study, I wanted to see what would happen if I decided to create parameters according to the book and then I would try adding variables to see the changes. The result is that the world is a matriarchy which thus led me to add parameters to explain the reason as to why it's a matriarchy and then to add seven reincarnated persons who will each add butterfly effects.
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Excerpts~ Her blood is a curse—a sweet, deadly curse that I can’t stop tasting. It coats my tongue, warm and heady, like it was made to undo me. I hate her for how good it feels. Hate myself more for not stopping. She doesn’t pull away. No, she’s watching me, her lips curving like she’s already won. Her pulse pounds against my mouth, steady and unafraid, and it makes me want to devour her whole. “Enjoying yourself?” she asks, her voice soft, taunting. I don’t answer. Can’t. My grip tightens around her wrist as I pull back, her blood still burning on my lips. She tilts her head, mockery gleaming in her eyes, and I know she’s baiting me. “Does it bother you,” she whispers, “how easily I let you take it?” The words cut deeper than they should. Before I can think, I shove her back against the wall, my body caging hers. Her smirk doesn’t falter. It dares me. Push harder. “You really don’t know when to stop,” I growl, my voice rough, guttural. “Neither do you,” she murmurs, her gaze dropping to my mouth. And then I snap. I crush my lips to hers, tasting blood and defiance and her. She gasps against me, her fingers curling into my shirt like she’s torn between pushing me away and pulling me closer. Every ounce of self-control I had shatters as I press harder, deeper, desperate to consume her completely. She shouldn’t feel this good. Kissing her should be a mistake. But the way she responds—the way her mouth moves against mine—feels like I’ve just ignited something I’ll never be able to extinguish. **** His kiss is fire. A raw, scorching blaze that steals the breath from my lungs and sets every nerve in my body alight. It’s unexpected, wild, and completely reckless—like him. For a moment, I freeze, my hands against his chest, ready to push him away. I should stop this. I need to stop this. But the heat of his mouth, the way his hands grip my waist like he can’t let go, makes it impossible to move. “Damn it, Killion,” I whisper against his lips, trying to muster the strength to pull back. But then he groans—low, desperate—and it unravels me. He kisses me harder, deeper, and I’m drowning in him. My fingers curl into his shirt, dragging him closer, even as my mind screams at me to stop. This is dangerous. He’s dangerous. But right now, I don’t care. His hands slide to my hips, gripping me like he’s afraid I’ll vanish. I hate how good it feels. Hate how much I want him in this moment, even when I know it’s a bad idea. When he finally pulls back, his breath ragged, his lips are swollen and red. His eyes lock on mine, dark and stormy, and I know we’ve just crossed a line we can never uncross. “You really don’t know when to quit,” I say, my voice shaky, trying to sound composed. His lips twitch, a shadow of his usual smirk. “Neither do you.” ***** In a world where power is the only currency and betrayal is a shadow at every corner, the fae and the demon must navigate a dance of lies and desires, where every touch is a weapon and every secret could shatter their fragile alliance. But as their game of cat and mouse spirals into something more dangerous, they'll discover the line between love and hate is thinner than they ever imagined. And in the Undercity, where hearts burn and, passion can be the deadliest weapon of all. Will she find the truth she seeks, or will she be consumed by the very darkness she's trying to escape?
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