A young girl called Bella dursely, who's Harry Potter's cousin, suddently gats a letter for hogwarts, and her adventure's begin.

Dorniani e Targaryen sono da tempo immemore ostili l'un l'altro: da una parte abbiamo i fieri e mai spezzati Principi e Principesse di Lancia del Sole, che nutrono rancore verso i signori dei draghi per ciò che avvenne ai tempi del Conquistatore; dall'altra abbiamo i protettori dei Sette Regni, che portano avanti il retaggio dei propri avi seguendo le loro convinzioni gerarchiche. E poi c'è Nymeria Martell, la figlia del Lord e Principe di Dorne, sua erede. Audace spadaccina e balestriera, è una donna che non si piega dinanzi a nulla, proprio come recita il motto di casa Martell. Mai inchinati, mai piegati, mai spezzati. Nel bel mezzo del regno più prospero che il continente Occidentale abbia mai visto, Nymeria viene invitata a corte per il compleanno del Re. Infatti Viserys Targaryen spera di riunirsi con il popolo del sole tramite la più dura e inflessibile Principessa, la quale accetta l'invito soltanto per orgoglio e non per bontà. Ma Nymeria non sa che tra le mura della Fortezza Rossa vi è un uomo altrettanto fiero e segnato da una miriade di battaglie interiori, che aspetta di incontrare qualcuno pari a lui. Egli è Aemond Targaryen. Aemond Targeryen x OC +18

[ completed ] In their four years of knowing each other, Draco Malfoy and Amora Buckley have never managed to see eye to eye. However, when the pair are locked in the library overnight together, things start to change between them- and neither of them like it. Throw in Harry Potter's not-so-subtle crush on Amora, the fact that her cousin is Hogwarts' golden boy Cedric Diggory, and that her mother is the Muggle Studies professor, and things are bound to get even more complicated... TROPES/EXTRA TAGS: enemies to lovers, secret relationship, forced proximity, forbidden love, opposites attract, slowburn. TRAINING WHEELS draco malfoy x oc goblet of fire - deathly hallows harry potter series.

Lena never planned to fall in love. Not with magic, not with Hogwarts, and definitely not with two redheaded idiots who turned her world upside down. But here she is: spellbound, stubborn, and still trying to crochet through the chaos. Now she's learning what home feels like-with her boys. Filled with warm cookies, soft hammocks, and late-morning kisses by the sea. A house that smells like salt and laughter. A love that feels like home. But danger lurks everywhere. Watching. Waiting. A cozy Harry Potter read ☾ ✨MUGGLE WITCH✨ #1 in fredweasley #1 in georgeweasley #1 in harrypotter #1 in fanfiction #1 in weasleytwins #1 in weasley #1 in muggle #1 in fredandgeorge #1 in ronweasley #1 in remuslupin #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in slowburn #1 in hermione #1 in ronweasley #1 in wolfstar #1 in twins #1 in gryffindor #2 in hogwarts #2 in marauders

Living in a little picturesque town by the beach, Lena's life seemed perfect. If it weren't for her traditional parents who tried to decide her future, she would daydream underneath the big willow tree in her garden, crochet in her squeaking hammock or bake chocolate chip cookies just for herself. Everything changed this summer break when mysterious things occurred and a strangely dressed, white bearded man invited her to talk. A cozy Harry Potter reads ☾ #1 in fredweasley #1 in georgeweasley #1 in harrypotter #1 in fanfiction #1 in weasleytwins #1 in weasley #1 in muggle #1 in fredandgeorge #1 in ronweasley #1 in remuslupin #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in slowburn #1 in hermione #1 in ronweasley #1 in wolfstar #1 in twins #1 in gryffindor #2 in hogwarts #2 in marauders

This is a love story. But not one you've heard before. We're aged up here. Out of the teenage drama and falling into 20-something whirlwinds. Lottie knew Fred and George from her single, awkwardly quiet transplant year at Hogwarts. She was a shy girl, only admiring them from afar, because who wouldn't? They were everything. And she was barely perceived. But time changes people. And now, she's hellfire. Sarcastic, witty, downright unhinged. and they're both hers- well... hopefully. Almost. Yes, this IS a love story. But it's also a filthy, dramatic, cheeky, fluffy, innuendo-laden thrill ride. And people always ask, Fred OR George. Lottie says: Why not both? *** all my original characters are my property. the rest are property of the evil hag she-who-must-not-be-named *** #2 in harry potter #2 in george weasley #5 in fred weasley #6 in fluffandsmut (which is crazy, that's a big tag) #1 in weasley twins

Fred Weasley was never supposed to get under her skin. He was loud where Effie Whitcombe was quiet. Reckless where she was careful. Chaotic in all the ways she spent years trying not to be. At Hogwarts, they learned how to argue before they learned how to understand each other. What started as irritation slowly became something far more complicated...hidden somewhere between unfinished conversations, years of nevers, and the strange aftermath of surviving a war that left neither of them entirely untouched. Some people find their way into your life slowly. Others are there before you realize you've been looking for them. A slow burn enemies(ish)-to-lovers Fred Weasley x OC story spanning from Hogwarts to after the war. Some distances are impossible to keep.

They met at fourteen. Before the war. Before the loss. Before love meant anything. She wasn't supposed to matter. She was just supposed to pass through. Just a new girl finding her place at Hogwarts-until she found herself tangled in the lives of the Weasley twins, where laughter came easy, chaos came easier, and everything felt like home. What started as friendship-easy, effortless, and a little reckless-slowly became something harder to ignore. Because some people don't just change your life. They become it. But life has a way of changing everything when you least expect it. This is the story of every version of them. The laughing one. The broken one. And the one learning how to love again. A slowburn friends-to-lovers George Weasley x OC story spanning from fourth year (Chamber of Secrets) to after the war. Fireworks fade. Love doesn't.

"You planted flowers in my lungs and even though they're beautiful, I can't breathe."