And this is where he kills me. BOOK I of OF RUINED MUSES TOM RIDDLE © 2020 murderarts

Olive Lark was the most introverted and shy person you'd meet at Hogwarts. With a rather heavy addiction to writing and a small ring of friends, you would never find her doing something wild and crazy for attention. Ironically, she had one of the most unique abilities that would attract attention even if she didn't want to. Ollie had the ability to willingly, and sometimes unwillingly, alter her appearance, also called a metamorphmagus. Fred and George Weasley, the best and only outgoing pranksters at Hogwarts find themselves at the mercy of their own pranks when a mysterious black cat often messed up their tricks and turned them against the twins. Ollie would never had guessed she'd be the one to secretly mess with the legacy Fred and George are trying to leave behind with their pranks. She also would never have found friends in the most unlikely of places as a result of her feline antics. Being dragged into an adventure as dark times approach, Olive's writing addiction and metamorphic abilities become more than just altering her looks and writing the most thrilling stories.

𝘌𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘋𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘏𝘰𝘨𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰 - 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘺. 𝘈𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴. 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘈 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵-𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥. M𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘢 𝘥𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘰𝘨𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆. started: 31st of August 2020 ~ongoing ~

the boy scratched at the skin on his wrist so hard it bled. he'd been doing it all summer. so much so that the skin on his left arm was nothing but scabs and irritated skin. it itched. it constantly fucking itched and it hurt. but the subtle pain was a decent daily distraction from his mind. and harry liked that. there's only so much dark magic a person can suffer before it leaves a mark. harry potter 8th year fanfic WARNING: 18+

dream /driːm/ noun 1. a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep. anastasia [anya] evans never thought much of her dreams. she'd always had them of course, as everyone did. but one night when anya falls asleep, she awakens on the cold stone floor of what appears to be a school, her eyes meeting the cold gaze of a particular student. of course this is just a dream, a figment of her unconscious imagination. but the next night when anya falls alseep, she again awakens in that same world, becoming all too acquainted with with the curious school, and all too acquainted with the curious boy. the boy who she would find to be called, tom riddle. [tom riddle x original character]

If there was one thing Ron Weasley would never do, it was associate himself with a Slytherin. Until Konstantinova Nott, who may be the only exception to the rule. [HP; OOTP | COVER BY AMANDA] [K. NOTT SERIES | BOOK ONE]

'Draco let his shock slip through the dense barrier of calm he had constructed, and Snape, the bastard, had the gall to look smug. "I pride myself in being rather adept at spotting imposters, Ms. Adler, and you certainly are a snake hiding in the eagle's nest, are you not?" '"Yes," I was forced to say, even as my stomach churned. I was, I realized. I was, and I had done a damn good job of fooling everyone, even myself.'

never knew how much it would hurt to feel. © taryn → harry potter series → ps - poa completed: 23/07/2020 cover & graphics by @bayports

show me one angel that never fell. ©2020 Willow (GOLDEN TRIO, POA AU) (THEODORE NOTT × FEM!OC) (BOOK ONE OF TWO, BOY IN THE BUBBLE : COMPLETE CRUEL BIND : IN PROGRESS)