"Fred." "George." A pause. "I'm so in love with her, I think I might ruin everything." "Shut up." A beat. Then, softer, with a sigh: "Yeah... me too." - OR: A story about how the Weasley twins found out that you were basically immune to their pranks and thus have made it their mission to change that.

A harry potter alternate universe where Voldemort is dead, and everyone is alive. What happens when two polar opposite top students, where one who is kind & loving Hufflepuff, while the other is mean & rude Slytherin, interact with each other and become unnecessary and annoying part of each other's lives, that neither of them can seem to let go.

"I love you more than i love myself..." Fred Weasley is a careless troublemaker and prankster, he never cares about rules because for Merlins sake, They honestly did no good for him, Well... Until he meets her. Y/N Krum, Viktor Krums little sister who has stayed in London for most of her life with her Aunt and Uncle. As a Krum her expectations are high, She must be perfect at everything. Everything changes when she meets a certain ginger haired boy, and when she slowly realizes that they may just be more then acquaintances she panics, And when he realizes he likes teasing her more than he realizes, His heart grows An Enemys to situationship to lovers! (Fred does not die in this!)

ʟɪɢʜᴛɴɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ|❝ɪ ꜰᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴀꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ, ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ.❞ - ➼ ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ'ꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʀʟ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ. ꜱᴛᴇᴘᴘɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɴᴇᴡ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ, ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪꜰ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇꜱꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟɪɢʜᴛɴɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ. ⌊ 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⌋ - ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 1- ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 2- ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 3- ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ

„𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." I was always Harry Potter's shadow. The extra kid. The freak. The mistake they never talked about. He got the scar, I got the silence. He tried to protect me, but even my Brother couldn't fight whispers and stares. So I learned to fight back. To stand alone. Long before the ring burned itself into my skin. Long before the chamber showed me things I was never meant to see. Visions. Bloodlines. Names erased on purpose. Allies hiding where light doesn't reach. But maybe it took him, to really show me that I'm not weak. Mattheo Riddle. Voldemort's son. Cold eyes, cold heart. A killer before breakfast if he feels like it. They say his bloodline's cursed. Forbidden, doomed to rot itself out. Maybe that curse is a myth. Maybe it's the way the ring reacts when he's near. Maybe it's me for wanting him anyway. He's the monster in every bedtime story. But he belongs to me. ------ Hey everyone 🤍 Thank you so, so much for taking the time to read my story. It honestly means more to me than I can put into words. I'd really love to hear what you think, whether it's thoughts, feelings, theories, or just a quick comment. Knowing how the story makes you feel keeps me going. If you feel like voting, that would mean a lot too and helps the story reach more readers. Sending you all so much love, and thank you for being here ୨ৎ #𝟏 mattheoriddle - 𝟶𝟹/𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟼

Novaline was in a house fire two years ago, yet was the only one from her family who survived it. She was always trying to figure out who caused the fire. She happened to live with her best friend. Returned to Hogwarts for her last year, 7th. Ended up involving herself with Theodore Nott and her ex, Mattheo Riddle.

The war is over. The castle is quiet. And the girl who once saved the world with biscuits has to learn how to live in it. Faye Scamander is no longer fighting to survive - she is learning how to stay. With her grief. With her kindness. With the love she never expected to keep. Draco Malfoy has spent his life becoming what the world demanded. Now, for the first time, he is choosing who he wants to be. This is not a story about battles or heroes. It is about mornings after. About healing that comes slowly. About love that is careful, chosen, and brave in a quieter way. Because the hardest part of saving the world is deciding what to do once it's safe.

Faye Scamander was never dangerous. She was the girl who handed out biscuits like blessings, chatted with portraits, rescued injured creatures, and left wildflowers on desks simply because it felt kind. And somehow, Draco Malfoy noticed her anyway. Draco had been raised in a castle of cold rules and colder expectations. Faye had grown up in a cottage overflowing with warmth and wonder. He had been taught that softness was weakness. She had been raised to believe that softness saved people. They should have stayed worlds apart. Instead, they kept colliding-his armour against her gentleness, his silence against her small-magic courage. And somewhere between a flower she gave him, a biscuit he pretended not to want, and the moments they lingered without meaning to- everything shifted. Because some spells were loud and destructive. But the ones that changed a life? They were always the small things no one saw coming