"You've fallen in love with a girl you've never met?" "Yes, but we play chess!" 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐄𝐫𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗 ©

Despite how the legends seemed to paint Morgana Le Fay to be cruel and heartless, she truly did care for her devotes and followers. So much so that she had created a guild just for them. The Sisterhood was known for its secrecy, power and for being an only-female guild. With time, the requirements and selection process in order to get into this guild changed. Presently, only those with special and unique talents and abilities were hand-picked from the lot of ordinary by the current leader of the Sisterhood. Then, each of the girls were taught and trained in every magical form and art for a purpose only known to the members of the Sisterhood because -to put it simply- these girls were born to be the most powerful mages in the world. Now, how does this relate to little Calissa Potter and her weird connection with the dead, you may be wondering? Well, read on to find out. Starts in the Goblet of Fire A Harry Potter AU Copyrighted @2020 © All Rights Reserved Book cover and aesthetics made by me. However, I do not own any of the images used.

It's the steady drip of ink on the yellowed parchments of the small, black book. A canvas, she thinks. A place to gather thoughts. A caress of a page, the smoothing of the cover, the touch of quill to paper, and words form. Hello, I'm Hermione Granger. And she waits, for what? She doesn't know. But steadily her own hand disappears, the black lines being rewritten and in its place, something far more calculating than what would come out of a simple, leather bound book. Hello, Hermione, My name is Tom Riddle, it's a pleasure to meet you. And she snaps the book shut. . . . Rating: M+ (15) for disturbing and sexual content. All the characters in this book and their respectable products, spinoffs, and any plot in relation with the actual Harry Potter series and novellas are retained by their respectable owners. A shower of gratitude to the author of inspiration, provocative envy on fanfiction.net. The fabrication of the world as you see it, has led me to believe that it is my world to. A standalone novel. Jumps through time.

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊, born to Lyra Potter and Regulus Black, is Harry's older cousin, 1/3 of the Prankers Trio and niece to mass murderer Sirius Black. Life at Hogwarts was fun, relaxing and normal. That's until her younger cousin shows up and strange things happen. A Professor with two faces? Check. A Chamber with a Basilisk in it? Check. A mass murderer who happens to be your uncle and escapes Azkaban and is probably going to kill you? Triple check. That's how June's fifth year starts, with a mass murderer on the run, a set of twins and a prefect badge. PoA → DH PREQUEL "METANOIA" IS OUT! Best rankings: #1 in gobletoffire (30.05.2021) #1 in madworld (30.05.2021) #1 in orderofthephoenix (30.05.2021) #1 in tonks (07.07.2021) #1 in georgeweasley (16.07.2021) #1 in remuslupin (30.04.2023) #1 in gryffindor (19.12.2021) #1 in siriusblack (11/06/2022)

𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀, ❝𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲; 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘁.❞ ❝𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲.❞ 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗴𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗹𝘆, 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻, ❝𝗟𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻, 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿.❞ 𝗘𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿-𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸, 𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵, 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲.

Nobody was necessarily destined for evil. In young Albus Dumbledore's eyes, evil was but a label for a past of mistreatment and a future of poor decisions. But when he set his gaze on Tom Marvolo Riddle, he could've sworn something sinister lurked behind his ice blue eyes. It shifted into a darkness he had never encountered before. Dumbledore was rightfully cautious when approaching another girl from Wool's Orphanage. He swore to himself he wouldn't make the same mistake twice, but he later found out he needn't be worried at all. Unfortunately, he took a long time to realize this. Longer than he would care to admit. Lucille was brought to Wool's Orphanage with no last name, and that wasn't even the strangest part about her. She seemed to know things that nobody had told her, and she'd send a grown wizard fleeing in the opposite direction with an arch of her eyebrow. There was a similar power beyond her eyes, and it took a long time for people to understand whether it was light or dark. Her tale was one no other's could compare to. Not even the bravest of Gryffindors would hope to venture down the path of a twisted, little, huffily puffily girl. [Started Feb, 2017] ***for any new readers, I'm warning you now if you wanna read through for the first time without spoilers, stay out of the comments. Especially during year two which has a mystery element! You've been warned!***

Harry Potter was not normal. Pretty, sweet, polite, and kind maybe... but never normal. Oh, she knew this all too well- had ever since she was set down carefully in the wooden cradle as the elder Potters were distracted, the other small crying baby she was meant to look like being carried off by a man with pointed ears. OR The one in which Trelawney is a hack and there was a BETTER prophesy given to people who could actually make a friggin' difference (and who actually cared)

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!)