the boy scratched at the skin on his wrist so hard it bled. he'd been doing it all summer. so much so that the skin on his left arm was nothing but scabs and irritated skin. it itched. it constantly fucking itched and it hurt. but the subtle pain was a decent daily distraction from his mind. and harry liked that. there's only so much dark magic a person can suffer before it leaves a mark. harry potter 8th year fanfic WARNING: 18+

Arabella Roseberry, una joven expulsada de la prestigiosa escuela de magia Beauxbatons, se enfrenta a un futuro incierto. Sin embargo, está decidida a no dejar que nada se interponga en su camino. Todo cambia cuando se cruza en su camino el misterioso Príncipe de Slytherin, quien trastoca por completo su mundo y también el suyo propio. Juntos, enfrentarán desafíos inesperados y descubrirán que la magia puede ser tanto un regalo como una maldición.

Era el verano antes de comenzar la escuela, y Aurora estaba preparándose para entrar a su último año en Hogwarts. Los planes de tranquilidad y soledad cambian cuando su padre decide que el joven Malfoy se quedará mayor parte del verano en la Mansión Sinclair, para poder ser su mentor. *** Portada hecha por @moniicubito

Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.