BOOK #1 Serendipity (n) finding something good without looking for it - Marauders Era Fanfiction - Eva Taylor. Sixth year. First female keeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Paints to escape. Number one Beatles fan in all of Hogwarts. Can't walk down the stairs without tripping. Proud beyond belief of her Muggle-Born status. Unknowingly the subject of Sirius Black's affections. - He leaned onto the counter and smirked, letting a bit of hair fall into his face and seductively watching her. "You think I have the charm to pull something like that off?" She blushed unintentionally. "I- I think you could charm the socks off of Voldemort himself if you tried." "Maybe that's how we win the war," he said jokingly. "We've been going about it all wrong. Dumbledore can just send me. I'll walk up to Voldemort's door, wink at him, and my smooth charisma and devastatingly good looks will have him dead on the ground by dawn." - 1st Place winner of the 1989 Harry Potter Awards for the Marauders Era! - Rankings: 12 in #maraudersfanfiction 2 in #siriusblack 4 in #themarauders 1 in #marauders 13 in #harrypotter 1 in #peterpettigrew 2 in #remus 1 in #padfoot 1 in #minervamcgonagall 1 in #jkrowling

Markus Kiplinger is a proud, pureblood, slytherin. He has been for four years and has his whole entire life planned: get above standard O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s, get a high ranking job in the ministry, marry into another high ranking pureblooded family, and maybe even rule the Wizarding world if he has the time. Thing is, his potions grades suck. In his fourth year, with this brought to his attention, Markus has Snape assign a tutor to help him. He expects a Ravenclaw, or another Slytherin but to his surprise it's muggle born Hufflepuff, Logan Watts sent to tutor him. Is this the most horrible thing that could happen? Both of them seem to think so. But hey, you never know. A.N: this little bastard is under constant editing due to grammar mistakes and plot holes I make bc I'm really just making up most of the finer details :/

Louis and Harry grew up together, and were best friends even in their earliest memories. They are 12 years old when Louis has to move to Australia, and they never expect anything to be the same again. They make a pact, a promise to one another, put it in a bottle and throw it out to sea. They promise to get back in touch if any of them ever find the bottle again. A silly, childish pact that isn't so silly when you're only twelve years old. Seven years later, fate turns in their favour. Louis stumbles upon an old, green bottle and Harry just happens to be in Australia as an exchange student. They spend time together catching up, but no amount of time can make up for the seven years they spent apart. It's almost cruel when you realise the one thing most important to you has been in front of you all the while, yet you never realise.

What happens when Louis Tomlinson, a famous singer meets normal boy through Instagram? This is that story ( it used to be called By Instagram!)