"ʏᴏᴜ ᴅʀᴇᴡ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍʏ ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴍ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ" :: MATTHEO RIDDLE X FEM OC

Cassandra Blyth was born under a blood moon and raised to continue a war she never asked for. A Ravenclaw with Slytherin blood, she was meant to be brilliant, ruthless, and loyal to the darkness that made her. But the more she resists it, the closer it pulls-especially when the only boy who understands her is the one she's supposed to hate. Caught between legacy, desire, and a power she doesn't yet trust, Cassandra must decide if she'll inherit her family's throne... or burn it down. HARRY POTTER ␥ Mattheo Riddle © elegancies

"Stay away from the Potter girl" "Why, because she's the chosen ones' sister?" "No, it's because Mattheo Riddle will make your life hell if you come too close to her" 'A Mattheo Riddle x OC Potter FF' ___ All characters are aged up so in their 6th year they're already 17-18 ___ Ongoing

𝐀. "You've ruined me." Theodore spoke, words falling in a silent plea for further devastation, "And I'd give you the rest of me to ruin if you ask, Maya. I'd fucking break for you." And he did. Time after time, Theodore set himself aflame and hoped the warmth of his sacrifices would keep Maya close. Protected. For a 124 restless days, they'd lived under the confines of the same dorm. And still, the former Deatheater couldn't tell his girl had been a hopeless case from the very start. "Just stay with me." 💌 THEODORE NOTT X OC, POST WAR ᵉⁿᵉᵐⁱᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ʳᵒᵒᵐᵐᵃᵗᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ˡᵒᵛᵉʳˢ

Nocturne (noun) - a piece of music composed for the night. Soft, dreamy and hauntingly intimate - meant to be played when the world grows quiet and secrets come alive. A quiet symphony of sugar-sweet tension, smoke filled nights and two hearts leaning to play in the dark. A Theodore Nott fanfic. Enjoy

❝ 𝙄 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙎𝙤𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣' 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣' ❞ Clementine Umbridge is nothing like her mother, who is more often than not described as a "bitch." Known around Hogwarts as the girl who couldn't hurt a fly, Clementine catches Fred Weasley's attention after one of his pranks is set on her. As she helps her best friend navigate the Triwizard Tournament, Clementine finds herself entertaining a certain red-haired boy who has suddenly made it his mission to bother her. Though, she isn't complaining. ⌈ cover: wqcotexas f. weasley x fem!oc IN PROGRESS _⌋ started: 8/6/2026 completed: ?

❝Love is for children, My Royal Highness. What I feel is much fitting for a man of twisted fixation... Obsession.❞ His expression sharpened more than a thousand knives as he says, ❝𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽, 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓸.❞ 𓇢𓆸 The crown was a prize Tom needs to fulfill his calling. To attain it, he sets off his noble Knights of Walpurgis to romance and marry the heir of the wizarding throne-Princess Astraea Carden Hestine. But infatuation grows strong the moment the invisible string pulls closer. Crimson shall meet winter; warm against cold. And meticulously, carelessly, a twisted man unwinds himself for a blossom growing in the snow. But darkness doesn't subside-it merely stands on the sidelines, slowly consuming every light it can find. And it found her. Kept her. But lost her through that darkness.

let him go. have the guts. a harry potter fanfiction.

He shows up in her dreams time and time again, the pretty boy with scars on his face and sparkling eyes one could never forget... but he was never supposed to be real. He was supposed to be a fragment of her imagination. Well that's what Jaya Levine thought anyway. Her disbelief in the existence of this mystery boy was brutally proven wrong, when he made an appearance at Hogwarts... and from the moment she was introduced to him, her heart shattered into a million pieces. Hatred. That's what she felt towards him, that's what she felt towards Mattheo Marvolo Riddle, son of the Dark Lord... and so she swore to herself that her detestation towards him would never change. He would always be a player. A manipulator. A cigarette addict. A major red flag. Someone she would want to stay well away from. Turns out, that's a lot harder than it looks.

"The two couldn't have been more different from each other, yet they can't deny the underlying tension between them, the sparks that fly at every little touch, the red string of fate that pulls at their wrists until they can't brush it off anymore. But the thing about strings? They always rip." ___ Mariella Harlow has suffered under the hands of her stepfather for most of her life, so she spent almost all of it hiding between the pages of books, getting lost in fantasy worlds until she could forget about life at home as a muggle. She had always dreamed of living like in the books growing up, but by now she has accepted that magic doesn't exist and that she would burn in her world of screaming and fighting. At least, that's what she thought. After running away at the age of 16 and stumbling across Hogwarts, a school for witchcraft and wizardry, she is forced to attend the large castle full of secrets and magic. But she has a secret of her own.How long will she be able to hide the fact that she doesn't belong into this world from everyone she gets close to? ___ Mattheo Riddle is a man that is either feared or loved by everyone,there is no in between. As the son of the dark lord, that is what comes with the name. He thrives off of the fear he awakens in People, but underneath that is his own fear of the one he calls father. Living up to Voldemort's expectations wasn't easy, especially as a little boy. His life was a constant. Horrible tasks by his dad,attending Hogwarts, trying his best to survive while keeping up the brick walls around him. However the Universe throws him a curve ball when a new girl joins their year. She's naive, always lost in thought, and worst of all she doesn't fear him. Usually, she's the type of person he hated, yet he couldn't stop from feeling himself get pulled in by her as she makes the walls he so carefully built around himself crumble with a simple smile of hers. In the end she was exactly what he needed the least. A distraction