Born and first raised in a home filled with love and laughs, Lyra Eileen Potter came into the world minutes before her twin brother, Harry James Potter. So she was the first to cry and the first to be held - but the fate decided she'd be the one to be taken away first, that night. On October 31st 1981, the night everything changed for Harry - who soon became the Boy Who Lived -, a burst of white lighting carried Lyra out of Voldemort's reach. And while everyone remembered Harry, no one remembered Lyra - the Girl Who Vanished. Years passed, and under the name Selwyn, she grew up surrounded by the cold elegance and silver-lined expectations - a pureblood legacy, distant smiles, and rules stitched into every word. But Lyra learned how to adapt, how to read people, how to keep secrets. At Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat had screamed Slytherin. And although she wore green and silver with quiet pride, she never truly mirrored those beside her: she was too thoughtful to follow blindly, too curious to conform - and too kind, perhaps, for a house known for its ambition and edge. Then her fourth year came and something shifted. Behind everything, a warmth became to bloom. Maybe it was the Twiwizard Tournament. Maybe it was him - the red-haired prankster with too much charm in his grin and too much gentleness in his gaze: George Weasley. Or maybe it was the way she started to really look at Harry Potter - not as the boy who lived, but as someone ho carried the same quiet ache in her chest. Or perhaps it was simply time for the lies to crack, and for the speed in her blood to rise. [gof-dh] [george weasley x fem!oc] [started august 4, 2025]

A Blaise fanfic story ⊹ ࣪ ˖

"I thought the Hogwarts letter would bring answers. Instead, it brought questions and memories that didn't feel like mine." - Elira Rowantree was raised in an orphanage with no real past, she never expected her name to mean anything. But when the letter arrives everything begins to change. Hogwarts becomes a beginning. A place of magic, mystery, and unexpected friendships. Especially with two mischievous twins who seem to see straight through her. Over the years, trust grows. So does something else. Something unspoken, tangled between laughter, stolen glances, and what's left unsaid. But the deeper she falls into this world, the more she realizes: Some secrets don't stay hidden forever and some truths find you whether you're ready or not.

"You're the one thing I'm afraid to lose." "Then stop being afraid." "I can't." "Why?" ... "Because loving you means there's finally something in this world I can't bear to live without." Phoebe Lupin is the only child of Remus Lupin and his late-wife, Alice Merriweather. Being the child of a Marauder is already complicated enough... but falling in love with your best friend adds to it all. - all characters belong to J.K. R*wling (Except Phoebe, Alice, Beatrice, and Adelaide. As well as a few minor characters that you'll see!) and other stuff is from the books and the films! - there will be smut LATER ON so if you do not like that, you don't have to read it! i won't be offended. - final thing, this is a slow burn fic and when i say slow i mean slow 🫣 (i promise it will be worth it!) ( hi friends!! im so so excited for this story and i hope you all will love it as much as i do. i will try to post chapters as much as i can, because i do work. but if you are here thank you so much for reading! 🫶) started: July 25th, 2026 ended: TBD

Stories don't always begin with stolen glances or promises. Sometimes they start between the lines of a book, behind a Potions desk or in an overcrowded train carriage. Seléne Montrose is a brilliant, competitive and charismatic Gryffindor. With her sharp humour and hidden anxiety about always having to prove herself, she built a solid reputation: a girl who knows how to stand up for herself, even when her heart races faster than her confidence. Blaise Zabini, instead, spent six years in the silvery shadows of the Slytherin dungeons. Elegant, reserved, unapproachable, with an aura of detachment that makes him difficult to read but impossible to ignore. The son of a feared yet admired mother, he learned early on not to trust others, to protect himself behind a controlled smile, to hint at a lot and say very little. They'd never really spoken to each other before being the Slug Club. Sitting a few seats apart, forced to share the same air and conversations, Seléne and Blaise suddenly found themselves adversaries. Two opposing worlds. Two characters destined to clash. But behind provocations and glances, there was common ground that neither of them wanted to acknowledge: the fear of showing vulnerability, the intolerance towards those who took everything for granted, the awareness that growing up in an ancient family did not mean feeling understood. It wasn't love at first sight or fierce hatred - but something more subtle: a balancing act, a tightrope that risked breaking with every sharp remark, every challenge thrown down, every silence shared for too long. As the war approached, two seemingly incompatible students would discover that attraction doesn't always arise only from the opposite that fascinates, but from that unexpected reflection that forces you to see yourself in the eyes of the other. blaise zabini x fem!oc blaise zabini fanfiction

Darling, Dearest, Dead Fred Weasley x fem!oc POA-DH ©sweetmoonsandstars