✾𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳✾ ✧ᴍᴀʀᴀᴜᴅᴇʀs ᴇʀᴀ✧ ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯. #1 in RemusLupin 06/04/22 #1 in Moony 08/04/22 #1 in Regulus Black 11/10/22 #1 in Potter 20/04/22 #1 in Marauders Fan Fiction 24/04/22 #1 in Wizarding World 28/04/22 #1 in Padfoot 12/05/22 #1 in hogwartsschoolofwitchcraftandwizardry 23/04/22 #2 in MarleneMckinnon 28/07/22 #2 in Sirius Black 27/04/22 #2 in Peter Pettigrew 10/05/22 #2 in Dumbledore 13/07/22 #2 in Gryffindor 15/04/22 #4 in Hogwarts 15/04/22 #4 in JamesPotter 16/04/22 #4 in Prongs 18/04/22 (This story may include mature content and emotional triggers that could cause distress towards the reader)

"𝙽𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝." 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍. "𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢." 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎... 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎, 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍. •SEQUEL TO 'SERPENTINE'•

Luna Lupin came from a tumultous childhood filled with secrecy and a family haunted by the stigmatised illness of lycanthropy, thrown into a society that views her older brother, Remus, with suspcion and fear. She's used to being seen as a second option and afterthought. However, when the one person that she fancied, Sirius Black, breaks off the secret arrangement he had with her, Luna decides she's done with it. So it's through a plot of revenge that she finally approaches her Astronomy tutor, Regulus Black, for a fake relationship. Regulus Black, the one who had been born the spare, had been suddenly been thrown into the spotlight when his brother Sirius ran away, leaving him to learn to be the Heir of the House alone. Keen to find a way to hurt his brother, he accepts the most ludicrous plot. But if he is to do it, he's to do it right. Regulus and Luna find themselves swimming in deeper waters than they expected, esnared in a web of lies, secrets and painful truths, but they are not to let go of one another. WARNING: This story may be uncomfortable for some readers, for it includes themes such as DOMESTIC ABUSE, CHILD ABUSE, amongst other heavy subjects that might be triggering. Please, be advised going in. POSTED ONLY ON WATTPAD AND AO3

― "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. ☽｡⋆

"I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more?" She read from the small piece of parchment, the sound of the light flickering filling the intense silence. "Isn't it a bit dramatic?" "I'm a Black, what did you expect?" Regulus smirks. "I'm taking your silence as a yes?" She sighed, "Can't believe i'll be spending my early twenties hunting soul pieces and taking care of a baby that isn't mine." The war is just starting all over again, someone had to something about the odd way the darkest wizard of all time suddenly took over their world. 🩵Also in ao3 by auromich, i really do insist of reading it there so you can see the tags and warnings for the story🩵

Elestara Lyra Black was everything a proper pureblood girl should be: elegant, cunning, coldly brilliant, and thoroughly unimpressed by fame or foolishness. She walked like a queen-in-waiting and proudly bore her mother's maiden name. On top of that, she was also Draco's twin sister. And Harry Potter? He was everything she was raised to despise: reckless and impulsive, too brave for his own good, and determined to get her to notice him. They were Lily and James in the next life, only Lily was a girl with hair the color of starlight and eyes the color of frost. She was a star, Harry's star, and most of all, a firecracker. HIGHEST RANKINGS 20250516 #1 in Daphne 20250522 #1 in Slytherin 20250522 #1 in Gryffindor 20250522 #1 in Voldemort 20250525 #1 in Narcissa 20250608 #1 in Regulus 20250621 #1 in Malfoy 20250628 #1 in Hogwarts

❝i won't let you run away. not from me❞ 𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐠𝐫𝐲𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫!𝐨𝐜 𝐩𝐬 - 𝐩𝐨𝐚 𝐓𝐖: 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 !𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫! 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐜'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬. book one of the broken series.

𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 has spent six years at Hogwarts perfecting the art of being invisible - a quiet, clever Slytherin who keeps her head down and her heart guarded. Fred Weasley has spent just as long being impossible to ignore - loud, adored, and maddeningly sure of himself. When one of his infamous pranks nearly sets her cauldron on fire, Evangeline finally catches his attention... for all the wrong reasons. What starts as irritation turns into rivalry, and rivalry soon burns into something far more dangerous. He thinks she's cold. She thinks he's insufferable. But the line between hate and something else is thinner than either of them ever imagined.

❝ Huey Newton once said, "I think what motivates people is not great hate, but great love for other people", and to that, I say "Bullshit." ❞ Lorelei Daniels, A strong-willed and quiet Ravenclaw hates only 2 people above all else. Fred and George Weasley. Especially George, the supposedly "friendlier" one. If she were given the choice between a plate of worms, or spending a day with the notorious Weasley twins, lets just say, those worms would be very appetizing. But when she is put in a tough situation with George, she finds him to be more favorable over a plate of worms. George Weasley is the middle of a big batch of kids, and the second born twin. With hardly any breaks from his other half, George finds himself getting lost in the game of "who can hate more" with fellow classmate, Lorelei Daniels. He finds a healthy silence and break from mischief and mayhem within her presence. Caught in the game however, he feels his reality slip, and his heart tug in a whole new direction- quite the opposite than what he's ever felt for another before.

"𝙷𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔." "𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎." "...𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝."