(Sequel to Les Misérables) Since abandoning the foundations of Toujours Pur, Éponine Rosier has never felt so free. Her parents have disowned her, her former friends act like she doesn't exist, and her ex-boyfriend, well, she's fairly certain he's a Death Eater these days. And yet, nothing has stopped Éponine from becoming an unstoppable force to be reckon with. With the help of Sirius Black, her self-appointed guardian, and his friends, Éponine is prepared to face her final year at Hogwarts. From timid little prefect to confident Head Girl, she will do whatever it takes to assist fighting the darkness that not only plagues her own House but the entire wizarding world itself. When she is finally approached about joining the Order of the Phoenix, only one thing leaves her to hesitate : She's pretty sure she's still in love with Regulus Black. Can she save Regulus from his fatal fate or will darkness consume them all?

[ EDITING] James Potter was a skilled and talented wizard, his name a renowned one amongst Hogwarts students. Many knew him because of his outstanding Quidditch skills, most because of his infatuation with Lily Evans, but everyone knew he was a key member of the infamous Marauders that tormented the castle on a daily basis. Everyone thought he was an open book, easy to read, easy to keep up with. No one really understood how a chap as charming as James Potter would end up falling in love with Alexis Riddle, a renowned name in her own right, for being Lord Voldemort's little sister that is. But of course, James had always been cursed with having the worst of luck in love, and the fact that his loved one had been conceived under the use of a love potion proved so. COVER BY: @arriddletobesolved EDITED BY: @justholdon2001 / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / James Potter/OC Marauders Era All the characters, except for OCs, rightfully belong to J.K. Rowling. A/N: The timeline of the books has been altered to suit the story better.

Madeline Potter. James Potters sister, very similar yet very different from each other. They were always very close growing up, and that didn't change much when they went to Hogwarts. Madeline never really wanted to get into a relationship, she got around instead, that is until she fell for Regulus Black. Started October 2020 Currently: finding motivation to finish this Highest rankings: #2 in regulusblack #1 in RAB #1 in Andrew #1 in Marauders fanfiction #6 in Ben Barnes #1 in marlenemckinnon #4 in lilyevans #2 in remuslupin #1 in Slytherin

"I..what the fuck is your problem? I...didn't do anything.." I was finally able to speak a few words as he took back his hands. I immediately rubbed my neck at the place he put his hands on. Trying to ease the pain. He stared back at me, his lips forming into a smirk. "You exist. That's my problem." My eyebrows pulled down together, my eyes glared back at him. "You don't even know who I am...the fuck is wrong with you?" Right away, his hands surprised me again. This time, his grip around my neck was harder, barely letting me breathe. He dragged his lips towards my ears, his breathing was making me tremble in fear. "You're a mudblood, that's all I need to know to hate you, darling." I was speechless. Amora Wilson, a rather interesting 6th year attending Hogwarts for the first time in her life. As her journey evolves, she is greeted with many secrets that are revealed as time passes. Being a muggle-born, she faces many difficulties fitting in, and being sorted into all four houses didn't make it easier. But what happens when she finds herself growing an attraction to her enemy, Draco Malfoy? And maybe even other love interests? This story includes a love story and a dark, twisting plot, so I hope you will read on to find out what it is! - Slowburn, enemies to lovers story - TOXIC! - Differs from the original Harry Potter books - Bit of Spice ;)

Book I/III ❝There is no good and evil. There is only power and those too weak to seek it.❞ ℓ She was the black cloud amidst the fulvous sun, the razor-edged thorn on a ravishing rose, and the dusk before dawn. Perfectly described, she was the black sun, darkening and enlightening the world with her winsome rays of agony and pleasure. He wasn't the fulvous sun, the ravishing rose, or the dawn after dusk. But he wasn't like her. He was the bright moon, only faintly brightening the inky night. But, darkness is only the absence of light and light is the absence of darkness. What if one was gone? ℓ In which Ciarda Malfoy is someone she isn't. [Harry Potter] [Theodore Nott Fanfiction] This story veers from the original plot line and the ships may sway from canon. story based on the FOURTH BOOK: GOBLET OF FIRE started: december 2016 1st published: march 2nd 2017 completed:

even the stars believed in us.

"Wanna dance?" Ophelia asked the boy next to her while walking out of the open corridor. As soon as she stepped outside rain drops began falling on her head. She looked up at the cloudy sky and smiled. "Are you serious? It's raining." Draco stared at the girl. "Yes I'm serious." She laughed and grabbed his hand, pulling him outside with her into the pouring rain. "You're crazy." Malfoy said looking at her with a smile tugging at his lips. - In which a mean, rich, slytherin falls for a charming, bold, hufflepuff. - {order of the phoenix - deathly hallows} - started august 31 2020 finished december 23 2020 - - some characters belong to J.K Rowling

An omen of death; a messenger of the underworld. The mournful wails in the midst of silence as she sings the song of death. She is a Banshee. +++ [ootp - d.h] i do not own harry potter or the rest of the characters (except my own) all the rights go to jk rowling. © laurastilinski_24 - 2019-20 {COMPLETED 11/1/20}

Because of a family tradition, she was named after a star. Because she had platinum blonde hair her middle name meant the dawn. Because her father was a notorious mass murderer her last name was a burden to carry around. Her name was Vindemiatrix Aurora Black but she much preferred being called V. She lived an outcasted life but when she thought she had hit rock bottom, things got much worse. But every day, at the crack of dawn, she woke up and did something many struggled to do. She counted her blessings.