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The Marauders Afterlife by NothingEvenMatters
NothingEvenMatters
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Ever wondered what happened to all those who died in the Wizarding World? Well, here's an original story about what I think would happen and everything that goes on up there. What are the Marauders going to do now that they are re-united. And what will happen to Fred? What about Dobby? What about Snape? What about Snape and Lily's relationship? Will it ever be fixed? And what about Fred? Will he make a friend or two up here that he had never met while he was alive? What's going to happen to Voldemort and the Death Eaters? Here's how to find out... READ!!! And I hope you enjoy. :)
vices | D.M. + H.G. by december_noon
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[eighth year post-war] Everyone has their vices. They just so happen to be each other's. {all rights go to JKR ew}
Tainted Love by low-lights
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Seven years post-war, Iris Knightley is transferred from MACUSA to the British Ministry of Magic to work as an Unspeakable in the Love Chamber. Everyone she meets seems to have some sort of warning for her against her new partner, Draco Malfoy. A former Death Eater and current alchemist, he's the most arrogant man she's ever met. Unfortunately, he also happens to be incredibly attractive. But that's just the Amortentia talking. Right? Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson have been together longer than he can remember. No matter how many engagements she goes through or how many random girls he tosses aside, they both know that they're meant for each other. Iris is just a distraction, a plaything. So why do her eyes keep catching him off guard? (updates mon.)
The Farland Files by ActuallyPurpleMango
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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!)