After Draco Malfoy is stripped of his wealth and the right to use magic, he is hit with a curse that he couldn't block or undo. St. Mungo's refuses to help a former Death Eater. He is blind, alone and penniless. But he survives, begging on the streets of Diagon Alley. He has his routine, but the new constable stops by on his six-month patrol beat. One Harry Potter, who doesn't recognize his former nemesis, but takes an active interest in making sure he is taken care of. What will happen when Harry finds out who the local beggar is and will he be able to help him? Cover is a modified one I got from @srjain777 The full awesome pic is on ch. 65 in Broken Podic available at Spotify from @PumpkinUwUPie / yourlocalrayofsunshine https://open.spotify.com/show/7u0nOAZzXSIRHEZ5ihxRLI?si=PLleQnLmQJa8nRJnMhP0PA Spanish translation in progress from @darrymivida at: https://www.wattpad.com/story/388603796?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=jschulte

"𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞," 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, "𝐢 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞." 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥. "𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝. "𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭." *completed* It was meant to be a harmless joke. When Pansy and Blaise replaced Potter's Amortentia vial with Draco's cologne to fuck with them both, that is. But they couldn't have imagined the enormity of the consequences their prank would have. toxic!draco corrupts sassy!harry, add a sprinkle of ecstasy addiction and a saviour complex to keep it spicy and there you have it. hopefully i'll have you begging for a redemption arc!

Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.

BOOK ONE In the throes of the second wizarding war, Delilah Meddows is killed by no other than Lord Voldemort. However, instead of dying like she was supposed to, Delilah finds herself at Hogwarts in 1943. She tries to tread carefully, but Tom Riddle is not someone so easily ignored. BEING REWRITTEN (can find new version titled HON REWRITTEN on my account) !!!PLEASE DONT MAKE RR COMMENTS!!!

This is going to be a pansmione fanfic based off of a short story I read online. If I ever find it again, I'll credit it here. This is my first ever fanfic so I apologize in advance for the quality. This will mostly be told through pansy's point of view, which are her journal entries. I hope you read it! Constructive criticism appreciated.

The Marauders are starting their fifth year at Hogwarts; Remus is starting with a massive scar across his face - a byproduct of the increasing severity of his furry little problem, which is a definite cause for concern despite his insistence that it it's fine. Sirius is starting with the memories of a certain morning at 12 Grimmauld Place in August: memories that he might not ever forget, yet is desperate to cloak underneath the facade that every is fine at home and that he and his parents just sometimes encounter minor disagreements. James is starting his fifth year, yes, but more importantly, he is starting phase five of his plan to woo Lily Evans: somehow his friends seem doubtful that he might succeed, but James, being James, is in no lack of confidence. And Peter, well, Peter is starting to wonder just why he puts up with these people, and if he should really be feeling sorry for Lily Evans, and maybe if he should have asked to have been sorted into Hufflepuff.

*BOOK ONE* *COMPLETED* "I don't need your pity." Regulus began pulling a box of cigarettes from his pocket "I know how shitty my family is." He handed a cigarette to Astrid, who placed it in her mouth before allowing Regulus to light it with his lighter. Regulus watched as she took a draw, her cheeks hollowing out before releasing the white smoke from her perfect full lips. "Your right, pity is over rated," Astrid said cigarette in hand "Fuck pity." Regulus chuckled at her words "Who hurt you?" He asked lighting his own cigarette. "It doesn't matter," she said with a small smile "The world is filled with assholes, who cares anymore." "And I guess I'm one of those assholes," Regulus mused blowing smoke out from his mouth. Astrid turned towards him "The world is filled with assholes, but your not one of them Reg." "How do you know that," Regulus asked looking up at the cloudy winters sky. "Because assholes don't care about others as much as you do." // When Astrid Winston was transferred from beauxbatons; she didn't know she would end up befriend the strangest group of friends. Calling them strange was an understatement they were flat out bonkers. However, a grave secret in the form of Regulus Black threatens to tear them apart as Astrid befriends one of her best friends little brother. But can what the devil speak be true as the once-quiet whispers of the dark lords uprising become a lot more than whispers. Astrid is dropped headfirst into everything and now she needs to save everyone from herself. #1 IN JILY 29/05/2021

England, 1882, Bedfordshire, Elsie, a young woman living in a big mansion with a vineyard is trying to get on with her life. She lives in comfort because of her marriage with a much older wealthy man, a life she never chose, her father, a baron, deciding everything for her. She has servants looking after her needs, but she is not happy, she feels like her life is not complete and she wants to find the spark. One day something happens to her husband. Her life is then turned upside down when she meets another village widow, Millie, a countess.

"I am madly in love with you, virtuously or diabolically, I love you and I will love you to the grave." Excitement spread across the Viennese court with the news that Crown Prince Joseph of Austria would soon be married to the granddaughter of two great kings. But once Princess Isabella of Parma arrived, no one could be more exited than Joseph's sister, Maria Christina. Though at first the feelings were platonic, soon Christina fell more and more in love, putting at risk her reputation, her family, her Catholic faith, and the trust of her childhood friend. Periodically under editing.