#180 in Fanfiction || #1 in Hermione || In the language of literature, there exists a seemingly-concrete, antonymous relationship between good and evil, light and dark, hero and monster. And yet, we often disregard the transition from one to another, in which the 'bad guy' becomes 'good.' Perhaps it was the cruel mistreatment of Tom Marvolo Riddle as a child, or maybe it was the bloodline of Slytherin's heir himself that made the boy into the 'monster' who cannot be named. Or, perhaps it was simply because he did not know that his heart would beat in such a frenzy, that his cheeks would redden like a crimson rose, and that his normally-calm facade would melt under the simple gaze of the time-travelling heroine. If I were to bet, I'd say it's the latter. But it matters not why Voldemort could not love, for this is not a story about Voldemort. This is the story of Tom Marvolo Riddle, and how he came into direct conflict and company with the 'brightest witch of her age' ... fifty-years ahead. This is the story of love's recognition, in which the force does not suddenly develop between two people, but a poignant emotion, different for each individual, is uniquely described to be 'love.' Maybe Tom Riddle never loved, much like that of Voldemort. However, as one chooses to stubbornly believe, love existed for Tom Marvolo Riddle as long as he chose to believe that he loved Hermione Jean Granger. ////// NO TRANSLATIONS ARE BEING ALLOWED AT THIS TIME DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters detailed in this book, nor any of the quotations and plot taken from "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows." They belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. I do not own the individual graphics in the cover, although I do own the composition/compilation of the cover. The media I post belongs to its owners. \\\\\\

❛ amalgamations of legacies and illicit love may be enough to destroy darkness, once and for all ❜ ━ harry j. potter x oc © -flowerpott . . . 2020

The noble and most ancient house of black are said to produce young witches and wizards with superior magic, superior bone structure and most of all superior blood. As one of the oldest, largest and wealthiest families in Great Britain nothing less would be expected. Toujours Pur. Cassiopeia Vega Black, the fourth daughter of Cygnus and Druella Black was no exception... If anything she could give the Black family something that her sisters and cousins could not, something that her ancestors before her could not. A legacy that no one in the wizarding world would ever forget. But when someone is born and raised in that kind of cruelty it tends to leave scars.

Everyone in the wizarding world knew of the sinister and wicked school named Baxtart's School for the Independent Wizard and Witch. Everyone knew what evil brewed within its walls. When this fear mongering school in the United States was finally shut down, former student, Elizabeth Maryn's parents decide to send her off to Scotland to go to an older school by the name of Hogwarts. When she attends, it is all much more than she had expected. There she meets a strange, mysterious boy that takes an interest in her malevolent past. Will she reveal her dark secrets to him or will she heed the advice of her own conscience and stay away?

"𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞?" He scoffs, black eyes emotionless. "𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬." She was a girl born in the midst of a war. She was the forgotten child. The sister of the girl who sacrificed herself, saving the boy with the lightning bolt scar. He'd come in the night, ripping away everyone she had ever loved. He'd taken away her family. He'd shattered her beyond repair. "𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞?" She asks, blue eyes hard. "𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞." She was raised to only know neglect. She was raised to only feel pain. She had been thrown away by her own blood. No one ever paused to ask for her wellbeing. No one paused to make sure she was all right. "𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄!" "𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫." She was raised to know anger. She grew with only pain. She was raised with no family. She was being choked with a fiery chain. A fiery chain of loneliness A chain of regret. A flaming chain of loathing. An overwhelming drown-age of emotional debt. "𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮." "𝐈 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬." No one expected her to be more than just a poor orphan. No one expected her to have power beyond what anyone knew possible. The wars would come to pass. The wars would kill millions..... Yet she was their only salvation. The world needed her to save it. It needed help. Why would she help a world with such darkness in it? Why would she ever try to save something that killed her soul? "𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠." "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮." Just as she was learning to love again, starting to feel like she had a family.... She was ripped away from

"I knew that I shouldn't be doing this, but that only made me want to continue. I would rather die than stop kissing him. I had no clue if our movements were fueled by passion or lust, or maybe a combination of the two. " -------------------------- Ophelia Sterling is a 16-year old girl who just wants to enjoy being a teenager. Unfortunately for her, her parents have other plans. After learning that she is to be married off to Tom Riddle, she is furious with the universe and decides to take matters into her own hands. But with Ophelia's luck, she just can't seem to avoid her soon-to-be husband.

𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮. metanoia; (n.) the journey of changing ones mind, heart, self or way of life ꧁꧂ 𝚙𝚘𝚊- 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛

❝ 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞: 𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐫 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭. 𝐨.𝐦.❞ Regulus Black, who was always trying to make his family proud, even if that meant he had to go against his own morals. Estelle Selwyn, who despises the death eaters and their ideals but slowly finds herself tangled between her own morals. Both of them, despite their hatred for the other, somehow always find their way back to each other. Regulus x female OC Updates every Saturday and Wednesday TW: description of drowning, drug and alcohol abuse, torture, some heavy language and some adult content

Aurelia Livierre was many things. To Remus Lupin, she was a sister. Aurelia was the first one to find out about his "furry little problem," and while he felt like nothing but a monster, Aurelia showed him that he was just as much a human as the students that walked the castle's halls. To Peter Pettigrew, she was a friend. Whenever Peter felt left out or ignored, Aurelia was quick to direct the conversation towards him, in hopes of lifting his spirits. To James Potter, Aurelia was someone he could confide in. Although his admiration towards Lily Evans was blatantly obvious, Aurelia was the first one James seeked when he came to terms of how she truly felt about Lily. Her words of encouragement, however, had slightly inflated his ego, and the next day he had openly admitted his love towards Lily Evans, which left a fuming Severus. To Sirius Black, Aurelia was all those things. Admittedly, he was overprotective when it came to Aurelia, which was a bit odd - and rather hypocritical - considering the fact he got into more trouble than the Prewetts. Whenever he witnessed a Slytherin berate Aurelia on being a blood traitor, or reprimand her for hanging out with 'mudbloods,' he would immediately come to the rescue. But to Regulus Black - to him, it was impossible to put into words how he felt about the Ravenclaw. In fact - he couldn't string a full sentence on how to describe the ethereal beauty. Aurelia Livierre was just as much a mystery to him as he was to her. All rights other than my original characters sadly go to J.K. Rowling Cover: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/682365781037670246/

unlucky for some. © divineszn, 2021 ( regulus black x fem!oc ) ( extended summary inside )