MATURE (SMUT) 16+ (Contains sexual content, blood, drug use, swearing, and violence.) Ryn Auxuère had always thought that she'd never see Fred or any of the Weasley's again, that is, until one day when she receives a letter summoning her and her old school mates back to Hogwarts to participate in a mysterious and sexual love spell. When she and Fred are paired for the spell, and their sexual intentions become clear, keeping away from the grinning prankster will prove impossible. (I own very few characters in this fanfic, and no art I may use, please enjoy! Also, this is an au where fred survived the Battle of Hogwarts)

[ VERY SLOW UPDATES ] It all started in the year of 1989 when Salem Maia Black first attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As the daughter of Regulus Black she had to deal with assumptions and judgemental behaviour from her peers. Most of the Slytherin table called her a blood traitor and other foul names, because her father had turned on the Dark Lord by trying to back out of his duties. At least, that's what the rumours said... Kreacher had told her the truth once, he didn't like talking about it very much, which she understood. The other houses would rather avoid her altogether, because of her family background. They'd rather walk the other way when she trotted down the corridor instead of getting to know her and finding out that the girl is nothing like her family. Salem would even bet that nobody knew that she wasn't even raised by her death eater family members. Kreacher and Remus did a wonderful job, raising a kind girl who loved to learn and help others, but didn't shy away from causing mischief either. Everyone at Hogwarts would find that out soon enough. Highest ranking: 15/05/2020 - #1 ranked in GoldenTrio 19/09/2020 - #1 ranked in hpff 19/09/2020 - #1 ranked in Fred 21/02/2021 - #1 ranked in RegulusBlack 06/09/2020 - #2 ranked in AlbusDumbledore 06/11/2020 - #3 ranked in FredandGeorge 27/02/2021 - #6 ranked in harrypotterfanfiction 09/05/2021 - #7 ranked in Weasley 26/11/2020 - #8 ranked in SiriusBlack 14/01/2021 - #8 ranked in SeverusSnape 12/12/2020 - #20 ranked in pranks 18/02/2021 - #23 ranked in FredWeasley 03/04/2020 - #31 ranked in GeorgeWeasley - Harry Potter characters and universe belong to J.K. Rowling, I take no credits whatsoever when it comes to the original storyline, characters or universe. - Warning: mature content, violence, language.

*This story has a messy plot and unedited writing.* "𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞" 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥. "𝐎𝐡, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥" Zelia has never had it easy. And it gets worse when she transfers to Hogwarts, where she will deal with rumours, lies, betrayal and danger. And as the war approaches, the ministry wants her dead, Voldermort wants to use her as a weapon and her cruel dad wants her power for himself. And she deals with all of this, all while falling in love with Draco Malfoy. He would set fire to the world around him for her, but would never let a flame touch her.

"I thought you were stuck on the whole soulmate idea?" He asked him. At first, George was confused, not understanding what he meant or why he couldn't just say it out loud, then his brain processed what he was being told, and he pulled his hand away from his neck. "I don't know," He said, thinking suddenly about the necklace around his neck that he had for as long as he could remember. His soulmate was born in September, meaning it appeared on him then, merely five months after he and Fred were born. Molly and Arthur were surprised, to say the least, only having just gotten used to the idea of their eldest son, Bill, having a soulmate as well, though he was seven years old when his soulmate was born, meaning that it was harder for him to adjust to the nonremovable fleur de lis pendant where for George wearing his was the only thing he knew. "Maybe it's her," Fred said out loud casually. "The chances of that are astronomically unlikely," George said, rolling his eyes. "Plus it says C.M.L.B. and she's Lupin." "But think about it. Is she?" Fred said suddenly, leaning over the table towards him seriously. "It would make everything make sense."