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Serena Prince: Love of Magic

Camellya_Addams
Summary: Waking up as a female version of Severus Snape during her teenage years was a dream come true. Being part of a multiversal slave company like Waifu Catalog... not so much. Luckily, I didn't have any responsibilities to fulfill with them, so I could live my life freely. If that meant learning different magic systems from different worlds like I'd always dreamed of? Well, this was the best thing that could have happened to me. ...and if I got one or more wives, that would be great. ---------- Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Harry Potter universe, that belongs to JK Rowling, nor do I own anything from Brandon Sanderson's Cosmere, or Hiromu Arakawa's FullMetal Alchemist, or any other universe/series/anime/manga/comic/fandom that I use in this story. This is a work of fanfiction and is for entertainment purposes only. Warning: English is not my first language, nor my second... nor any language really, this is translated from the Spanish version, which comes out at the same time as this version, with a translator, and slightly fixed by me, so you are bound to find mistakes and I apologize. If you see any mistakes, I am not afraid to point them out, I will do my best to correct them, thank you. NEW!!!: The chapters are being edited and corrected for better readability by Scott Fellman. NEW!!!!: ALL CHAPTERS HAVE BEEN COMPLETELY EDITED AND CORRECTED BY SCOTT FELLMAN. Warning: This story may contain +18 content, female/female, in the future, you are warned. Updates will be done on Fridays or Saturdays. Approx 1k~2k words each chapter, one or two per week. If you liked the story, join my patreon, patreon.com/Camellya_Addams, there are up to 10 chapters in advance, thank you. Or you can also visit my Ko-Fi, ko-fi.com/camellya_addams.
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The General's Daughter: The Mission

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