Book Two of the Obsidian Bloom Series She wasn't born to save the world. She was born to choose who survives it. The prophecy was never about Harry alone. Buried beneath the lies and shadows, one name was always left unspoken - Alsephina Black. A girl of ancient blood, bound to fire and magic too dangerous to control. A girl whose choice will tip the scales of the war. And everyone wants her. The Order shields Harry, whispering loyalty and trust - but they only want to keep her close. Voldemort pulls at Draco, dangling legacy and power - but he only wants to bind her through blood. Alsephina sees through it all. She doesn't care who wins. She doesn't care who burns. She only cares about two people. Draco, the boy who knows her soul - with something older, deeper. A bond no spell can break. Harry, the boy she burns for - recklessly, obsessively, completely. But as the world tilts into war, Alsephina must make an impossible choice - between the light that makes her feel human, and the blood that reminds her who she is. Alsephina was never the weapon. She's the one who unleashes it. And when she blooms again, it will be in blood. It will be in crimson.

In the shadows of Hogwarts, where legacy is power and magic runs ancient, a girl rises from a powerful ancient bloodline. Alsephina Black - daughter of Regulus Black and a descendant of Salazar Slytherin through an ancient Greek bloodline - is as feared as she is gifted. Born with magic older than the castle's stones and colder than the lake's depths, she walks the line between brilliance and madness, beauty and danger. Obsessed with Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, Alsephina doesn't want to destroy him - she wants to belong to him, to be the blade he carries into the dark. But Harry sees only the power in her... not the girl unraveling beneath it. As war looms and prophecy tightens its grip, Alsephina must choose: be the weapon they all expect - or become something far more dangerous. A haunting romance. A dangerous legacy. A girl born from darkness who dares to bloom.

― "I love you more than life itself," ― Althea Potter had always been a light. Where James burned wild and reckless, she glowed warm and steady, drawing people in with her laughter, her kindness, and her stubborn belief that everyone carried a spark worth loving. She was the sister who brightened shadows, the girl who never let anyone feel unseen. Regulus Black, on the other hand, was born of shadows. Cold where she was warm, distant where she was tender, sharp where she was soft-he was a boy sculpted by duty, drowning beneath the weight of a name that demanded silence, obedience, sacrifice. They were opposites, orbiting each other in disdain. She saw him as cruel and unfeeling, and he saw her as naïve and foolish. Yet the world has a way of binding the unwilling, and war makes strange companions of enemies. Slowly, through whispered arguments and stolen glances, Althea discovered the boy beneath the mask, and Regulus found himself yearning for the light he had spent his life rejecting. But love in times of war is fragile. It does not always save. Sometimes it destroys, quietly, beautifully, tragically. And when the end came-as it always would-they both learned that hatred can turn to love, and love can burn into something fiercer still. Something unshakable. Something eternal. Something that could only be called devotion. ☽｡⋆

Spencer wraps the blanket tighter around us causing me to melt into him further. He sweeps my wet hair over my shoulder while I stare out towards the golden sunset. He plants a kiss on my temple before nuzzling his face into my neck. "Thank you," He whispers. I run my fingers through his soft curls, "For what?" "For showing me life doesn't always have to be so serious," He sighs. "I don't know what I did before you," He mutters, almost like it wasn't for me to hear.

"Potter," Phoebe says curtly. James frowns and says harshly, willing the odd feeling he has to go away, "Griffin, all of that stuff still doesn't make you pretty." She scoffs and narrows her eyes, "I could say the same about you. What's that in your hair, Potter? Flobberworm slime?" ~In which Phoebe Griffin and James Potter realize that there is a thin line between love and hate.~ James Potter x Female OC #1 James Potter-3/2/2021 #1 Marauders-3/5/2021 #1 Lily Evans-3/8/2021 #1 Remus Lupin 3/13/2021 {This is just a fun thing for me to write!! I'm sure I have some messed up facts and things but please be nice. I'm not fluent in French!! It's also a bit of a slow burn. If you want to skip, first kiss is the chapter "7 minutes"!!!!} MATURE

Finn Lynch lives a quiet, tranquil life in a rural village in the mountains. Her life may lack spontaneity and excitement, but at least it's peaceful. And if it's a little lonely too, then she can't complain too much - she's still happy, after all. When her uncle asks her to house a defector from the magical war he's involved in, Finn agrees reluctantly despite her concerns that the presence of Regulus Black in her home will disrupt the careful peace she's been cultivating for years. Nothing could prepare her for what an insufferable prick he is. [marauders era] [regulus black x muggle oc] [enemies to lovers] ** updates on wednesdays **

Hotch agreed to not fight Strauss when she added an eighth agent to the team. He did not agree to like said agent. For SSA Victoria "Tor" Beauregard, having everyone like her is the key to her survival. If they like her, they won't look closely enough to see the shadow looming over her past. So, whatever it takes to get her grumpy boss to like her, she will do it. Even if it means staying late every night to help him with his paperwork. This story is completed at 65 chapters (plus the author's note) with 1 bonus chapter!

This is the sequel of The Art of Dying. The Black family is back to fight, but they've taken on a new reputation. Breaking the pure bloodline and ideals, Meredith and Regulus make a name for themselves as the most notorious members of the Order. They would do anything for each other, but this time they've got a family to protect, and family comes before everything else. July 1995-May 1998 #2 in mckinnon - 9.23.22

Meredith McKinnon. Younger sister of Marlene, Head Girl, Gryffindor beater. Regulus Black. Sole heir of the Black's, Head Boy, Slytherin quidditch captain, Death Eater. As Head Boy and Girl, Meredith and Regulus are forced to be civil with each other. Through late night patrols, potions projects, and Slug Club dinners, the pair goes from hating the other to whispering sweet nothings when nobody is around. #1 in mckinnon - 9.12.22 #2 in regulusblack - 9.12.22 #2 in ravenclaw - 10.23.22

"You should tell him, you know," a familiar voice softly said from behind her. "I know you love him." "Remus," she began turning around to face her friend, "You know I can't do that. He's my best friend, and h-he's in love with his perfect Lily-flower," Elsie sighed as tears began forming in her eyes. "But, Elsie... you don't see the way he looks at you, he-," his sentence was cut off by the girl with tears running down her face. "I don't see how he looks at me, but I see how he looks at her! And, t-that's enough to know that I will n-never be good enough to be with h-him," she snapped through stifled words. "But why don't you just tell him? Why don't you let yourself have a chance at happiness for once?" he asked stepping forwards, wiping her cheeks with his thumbs. "Because...loving him is a losing game. Either way, I'm the one getting hurt," Elsie whispered, falling into the arms of the boy in front of her. SLOW BURN {extended summary inside} (All characters, plots, and aspects of this story belonging to the Harry Potter Universe are credited to JK Rowling.)