The scene is set for the year 1943. The second world war unfurls like a steady burn, and the wizarding world begins to descend into a chaos of its own. Gwendolyn Gawmdrey leaves prestigious and dark Durmstrang Institute to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for her sixth year of schooling. There, she encounters friendship, death, and the mysterious and arrogant Tom Riddle. She soon finds herself plunged into a world of power, deceit, and manipulation. As the year surges onward, the malevolent boy and the Dark Arts begin to draw Gwen in, but under the curious gaze of Professor Albus Dumbledore, there's something else. But has the renowned wizard failed to realize that Gwendolyn Gawmdrey might have demons of her own? Perhaps one must know the darkness before being able to appreciate the light. 1 million - 1/31/22 2020- #1 in Voldemort, #2 in Riddle, #1 in 1940s, #6 in Harry Potter 2021- #3 in Fanfiction, #1 in WWII

tom riddle x fem oc 1944 - 1945 i have never known temptation as hypnotic as you. the tale of a spy, a killer, and an enemy of the state. extended summary inside started january 2021 also on ao3 in the process of editing

"I care too much, it's kinda a problem." OC X Cedric Diggory Story under editing - now with added angst

What it's like to love someone completely different. ... They tell you: "Don't go with the wrong mix." In potions, a rule exists that if two incompatible ingredients were mixed, you could either blow up your cauldron or mess up your brew. It is apparent how two wrongs don't make one right. But there's another existing theory that states that in the art of potion making, if you manage to make two inharmonious things work together, then it might actually does. Just like them. He's the Gryffindor quidditch captain, she's the Slytherin's booksmart gem. A boy who is obsessed with quidditch and a girl who holds strong grudges towards it. How can they even get themselves to stand along each other and expect that they would work? [ Oliver Wood × Fem!OC ] [ BOOK ONE of the OA SERIES ] [ POA - DHA ] [ Completed ] [ ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ]

❛stay a little longer❜ there is a list on my profile of the available translations of this story.

this is basically a girl named ava at hogwarts during her fourth year. i orignially planned for this to be a draco fanfic, but accidentally got her involved with someone else. stick around, though.... you never know what might happen ;) it may not seem like it but it's def a slowburn 😌 i promise, the chapters get longer and the writing gets better. i kind of started this out as a joke/hobby but now i'm super invested lol. i'll definitely be going back to edit old chapters when I finish this book. all rights of characters and stuff to jk rowling even though she sucks🤍

[COMPLETED] ❝Want a picture, Malfoy?❞ ❝I wouldn't say no, Henderson.❞ In which, Lillian Henderson, a gryffindor, has to gather all the courage she has to help her friends fight the Ministry of Magic currently overtaking Hogwarts, as a certain Slytherin boy seems to show some unexpected interest in her. ✧✦✧ [Order of the Phoenix - The Deathly Hallows] [5th - 7th Year] [highest: #1 draco malfoy / #35 in fanfiction] ALL CREDITS GO TO J.K. ROWLING I ONLY OWN LILLIAN AND HER PLOT LINE. cover by @crestmaws

If there was one thing Ron Weasley would never do, it was associate himself with a Slytherin. Until Konstantinova Nott, who may be the only exception to the rule. [HP; OOTP | COVER BY AMANDA] [K. NOTT SERIES | BOOK ONE]

❝ 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. ❞ -𝘛𝘰𝘮𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘚𝘭𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯 ↳ 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗩𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗮 𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗚𝗼𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗰'𝘀 𝗛𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄.. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩.

"In it's purest form, even time envied love I suppose. Because it was eternal, it didn't have a beginning or an end or anything in between. It just was. It just was, in the same sense that the moon was always inescapably in love with the sun. They were always too far apart to meet, but as the moon set and the sun began to peak over the horizon, and they saw each other for the briefest of fleeting moments, that- that is what love is. And still, all the moon ever got to see was the morning glow from the edges of it's beloved sun, before it's eyes closed and it had to sleep all over again, until it could catch a glimpse of the setting rays that reflected against it's own solitary purity. That's what love was. Never knowing, not quite seeing, but always feeling. Love always felt, always conquered, always was. And this love always was. Always was written in the stars, always was planned by the universe, always was going to break my heart and fix it back up again. Because the stars forbade anything else."