━━━━━━ ❝ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆. ❞ no one can save us but ourselves. 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆 𝖮𝖢 ( 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 2 )

What counts as falling in love? Is it a mutual admiration? Is it friendship? Is it feeling sexual attraction? The detention of love varies on the circumstances in which one partakes in. Sometimes its platonic, sometimes its familial. People fall in love romantically over long expanses of time; some people experience it at first sight. People fall in love easily, sometimes it's a bit more difficult. People are doomed to have their love taken from them, while others may be lucky enough to experience it in bountiful spurts of time. You cannot predetermine a love story. It's something that happens naturally in one's life and happens because of a variety of circumstances. Proximity is one of those reasons, while a large distance can also attribute to it. No one has one definition about what love is and how people experience it. Sure, there are psychological studies and sociological inquiries about what it is that humans call love. Cassiopeia Black has had her entire life determined for her ever since she was born. The baby of the noble house of Black, the final daughter of Druella and Cygnus Black. She's supposed to be the one that saves the family from disgrace, but what her parents fail to see, is their daughter is the exact opposite of what the Black family name stands for. She has loved a boy she knows she cannot dare be with, yet her heart yearns for his touch and gaze. As far as she believes, he doesn't want to give her the time of day. But is that the truth? Follow Cassie as she learned the difference between family found in blood, and family found within shared appreciation.

"You give me the kind of feelings people write novels about." In which a Slytherin girl (who also happens to be best friends with Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson) finds out she shares a soulmate bond with Hogwarts most mischievous pranksters. (GOLDEN TRIO ERA) LOT OF PLOT WITH OCCASIONAL SMUT, READ AT OWN RISK IF YOU WANT A LOT OF DRAMA, THIS STORY IS THE ONE FOR YOU ** DISCONTINUED **

Some people found comfort in sitting next to a fireplace or having someone hold onto them and whisper sweet nothing into their ear. James Potter did not find comfort in any of these things, instead finding comfort in food, specifically sweet food that would make his tastebuds celebrate with delight. The breakup between him and Lily Evans was popular gossip around the school and the head boy of Gryffindor found himself grimacing at the whisper that seemed to sprout every time someone saw him. Late at night, Jame snuck out of his quarters and crept down to the kitchen expecting to see no one except maybe a House-Elf but instead, he found a Hufflepuff with a speck of flour on her cheek. ( Marauders Era - Seventh Year ) ( FEM OC + JAMES POTTER )

Lord Voldemort stared at the cradle where there was not one, but two children where he had only been expecting one. He leaned forward, eyes narrowed. "Which one of you... is my supposed death?" Or Albus Dumbledore's warnings came to fruition. (Originally posted on AO3, but I thought I'd start posting it here too!)

What if Harry Potter had a twin sister? What if his parents had survived? What if she was forgotten? What if she had the power he knows not? (Cover was made by LifeatHogwarts/GaiaGalaxy45357)

"Cassiopeia Black had her father's eyes, her grandmother's hair, but the one thing she didn't have, was the love from her father her god-brother received." ••• {begins at the end of Goblet of Fire} {oc x Fred Weasley} highest rankings: #1 in Fanfic #1 in Fanfiction #1 in RemusLupin #1 in SiriusBlack #1 in Hogwarts #1 in Weasley