❝Will you watch the stars with me, Draco?❞ The question slipped from my lips before I could stop it.

― "You'd look exquisite in my undoing." ― Flora Moreau spoke in soft syllables and sharp truths. A Ravenclaw with ink-stained hands, she sketched the world as she saw it - not as it wished to be seen. Daughter of an ancient French bloodline, she had walked Hogwarts' halls for years, quiet as moonlight, untouchable as frost. Draco Malfoy loathed her. Her composure, her defiance, her refusal to give him the satisfaction of a single flinch. He provoked; she dismissed. He sneered; she smiled. And yet, she was in his mind - carved there like an etching he could not erase. She was everything he had been raised to hate, and everything he did not understand about himself. Their battles were fought in glances and words, in wit that cut deeper than curses, in the space between cruelty and longing - where the line between wanting her and destroying her blurred into damnation. ☽｡⋆

This is a story of another secret twin sister of Harry Potter, but a little different. This girl Allie Evansine has been raised by three different dads, but she only knows about one. She also had unexpected friends in the past she doesn't know of. Also she has a mark. Just as Harry. Only she has a skar on her chest right above the heart. Just a little scar. Shaped like the Elder Wand. She only figures it out around her teenage years by entering Snapes mind and sees his memories. Why this all happened? Obliviate. I would like to bring into your attention that english is not my first language, and that you might notice at the first few chapters that I write a lot of boring details, but don't worry im not going to rewrite the whole series of the books. After a few chapters i will focus more on Allies lore. Also you can use this as an OC reader story. A few info about her: Allie Evansine has dark brown hair with a slight ginger lighting. Brown eyes and a bit tanned skin. Not too short but not tall. Proud Griffyndor. She likes to hang out with Seamous, Dean, Neville, the Weasley twins but her best friends are Harry, Ron and Hermione, and she has a brown cat called Winnie.

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐨𝐭𝐬 | 𝟏𝟖+ 𝑨𝒏 𝑿-𝑴𝒆𝒏 𝒙 𝑻𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒔* 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 | 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 | 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 After the events in New York, the Thunderbolts are crowned as The New Avengers, two of their dangerously unstable heroes, Ava Starr and Bob Reynolds, are handed over to the X-Men for one final chance at salvation and understanding of their powers. The Professor offers them sanctuary at the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters, but not out of kindness; He wants to dissect what they are, especially *him*. Bob's instability has become too dangerous to ignore. Powerful. Fractured. Haunted. Bob Reynolds is a ticking time bomb with a heart too big for the god inside him. A black hole masquerading as a man. There's something about Lorna Dane that pulls him further. Magnetic. Repressed. Dangerous.She's not afraid of darkness, she was born from it. The last thing she expected was to feel drawn to him, but something about his broken mind mirrors her own. The Void sees the rage she buries within and the legacy she denies internally; As Lorna slips deeper into Bob's orbit, their casual touches become tangled dreams, friendships seem compromised, drama unleashes and their shared darkness turns seductive. The New Avengers don't trust the plans of Professor X and his group of unstable mutants. The X-Men don't trust this unconventional group of heroes, specially their so-called founder, Valentine de Fontaine. And no one trusts the fractured mind of Bob, But, trust was never part of the plan. Obsession was. In a house full of secrets, power games, and broken heroes, love isn't the cure. . . It's the trigger.

Ever wondered what would happen if a Weasley was sorted into Slytherin? Lilith (Lily) Weasley is Ron's twin, knows she is different from her Gryffindor family; but when the sorting hat places her into Slytherin instead of Gryffindor like everyone expects she becomes an outcast... sorta.

Emerson Wilmore was an exemplary Ravenclaw student, known for her unwavering dedication to academics and an unyielding moral compass. However, things took a twisted and deviated turn in her life after her boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, was murdered by Lord Voldemort during the Triwizard Tournament. Now, in her Fifth-Year at Hogwarts, she is trying to navigate through her overwhelming and mind-numbing grief. Unexpectedly for Emerson, she finds herself caught in an unwanted storm of chaos that is brought by Mattheo Riddle, the Slytherin son of the man who destroyed her entire world. With his rebellious yet enigmatic, bad-boy attitude, Mattheo is everything that Emerson despises. For Mattheo however, he cannot help but be drawn to the perfect and unblemished Ravenclaw. Despite her palpable disdain for Mattheo, an unusual interest flickers. As he tries to unravel the mystery of the girl in any shape or form he can attempt, their hostile exchanges finally burn into a magnetic connection. Amid their blinding animosity towards each other, the two slowly start to discover that the line between love and hate is precariously thin, a line that they both find terrifying to cross. #1 slowburn #2 enemies to lovers #4 Mattheoriddle #2 harrypotter

[Lucerys Velaryon x Rhaena Targaryen] Lucerys survives and he comes back to his family as a completely different person. Both physically and mentally speaking. May the Greens truly pray that the Seven will truly protect them.

Aerion Targaryen was never meant to choose. His marriage to the Princess of Volantis, Caelyra, was already decided - an alliance of blood and power. But Aerion never wanted her. He saw something else. Silent, invisible, Caelyra's slave was never meant to catch his attention - let alone become his choice. On the eve of a wedding meant to unite kingdoms, Aerion changes the fate of three lives. In secret, before a septon and with Daeron as witness, he marries the one who was never meant to be chosen. And in a world where dragons take what they want... No one walks away unscathed.