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.

Harry never knew his Father James Potter had a little sister. That he had other options besides living with the extremely vile Dursley family. Where Eleanor Potter becomes a professor at Hogwarts, beginning her journey in protecting her nephew.

***Completed*** 337k words **Some 18+ content! consider this your official warning!** When Violet steps onto the Hogwarts Express for the first time she meets three boys. A pair of twins and their new friend. But everything goes wrong when she's sorted into a different house than her new friends. Follow Violet on her journey through loss, gain, new friendships, family issues, puberty, but most importantly her Hogwarts experience! PLEASE NOTE!!! This is fanfiction. Many of the characters, settings, and lore do not belong to me! ALSO!! some of the story is based on imagines and things I've read on Tumblr over the years. just a little fyi LAST THING!!!! 18+ scenes occur when characters are 18+! I do NOT write that kind of stuff about minors!!!!!

"You should kiss me. Kiss me, or let me go, George. I think I'm running late." Two years after the war, George Weasley is struggling to accept that change is good. Two years after the war, Olive Murphy is trying to remember to enjoy the present. {{I'll add a better description later, but if you enjoyed The Stag and The Harpy, I truly think you'll like this! THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN MATURE CONTENT.}}

"𝙷𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔." "𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎." "...𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝."

*sequel to Lover* "𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀?" 𝖦𝖾𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝖺, 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽. "𝖶𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖣𝖺𝗁𝗅𝗂𝖺. 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖾."

"Am I that good at hiding it?" A smile tugged on the corner of her lips, and she shrugged, feeling a little playful with her next words. "Maybe I'm just oblivious."

"You tell me you'll spend Christmas with me. And then you pack up your stuff and leave?" He asked. "I can't speak to you" I said looking around to make sure Angelina wasn't there. "Why?" He asked sadly. "I just can't" I started to walk away, when George shouted "Tina Scamander you get you're ars back here!" I stopped and turned around, he walked up to me. "I was miserable when Fred died, I had never even mentioned his name until you walked through that door. I cut my hair, I shaved, I laughed. You were basically my best friend. Why would you just leave me?" He asked

❝ mischief managed ❞ ❝ with you it's the complete opposite ❞ Emerson Diors didn't always like the Weasley Twins. Their pranks were unbearable. Their attitude left much to be desired. But after their first and second year, they taught Emerson how to have fun and live in the moment. Slowly but surely, Emerson grew to love them. In her fifth year, Emerson learned that she loved one of them even more. Disclaimer: I do not support the views of JK Rowling. She can go away, however most of the characters belong to her except for my OCs.

Some people just change our lives. But we get to choose if it's for better or for worse. ♡ ♡ ♡ published: august 20, 2021 DISCONTINUED. I'm so sorry to those who wished to see an ending to this story, because you simply wont. I've gotten incredibly bored of it, and i want to move on from it without the weight of finishing it on my shoulders. Again, I apologize and hope you can live with what is posted. ♡♡♡