Mariella Laurent and Fred Weasley were full of gut-wrenching heartbreak after consistently being ripped to shreds, leaving fragments of themselves behind. They were full of so much negativity-one lost control. One of them had to go. And they weren't going to stop until the stars were realigned, until they retrieved what was rightfully theirs. The story of the tainted mark corrupting the peaceful mind, wearing them down to leave them in ruins. Sinful ruin, it was the touch of a lover that only held of torch of good for you. Where you close your eyes to allow the temptation to overcome you, but they knew that feeling all too well. All they needed was time. With anger fueling their veins, they both held vicious tears as they had to face one another's deepest and darkest fears-only a battle that had to be won. For one had to be the ultimate survivor. Time was never on their side, but they continued to love each other shamelessly. - 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 post-war, voldemort wins AU { shared univserse with @thedevilswinter }

𝐃.𝐌|18+ ✨Paper&Hardback available through Amazon/link in bio After expulsion from Durmstrang, Mara thought that transferring to Hogwarts would finally be her big break. -And maybe it would've been, if she weren't caught between two boys, both polar opposites... And a dark past that seems to follow her no matter how far or fast she runs. [𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄/𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄] ⛈NO TRANSLATIONS Started 01/08/20 - Completed 15/01/21 #1 in #HarryPotter, #4 in #FanFiction

"Cassiopeia Black had her father's eyes, her grandmother's hair, but the one thing she didn't have, was the love from her father her god-brother received." ••• {begins at the end of Goblet of Fire} {oc x Fred Weasley} highest rankings: #1 in Fanfic #1 in Fanfiction #1 in RemusLupin #1 in SiriusBlack #1 in Hogwarts #1 in Weasley

COMPLETED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ❝ 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ❞ ❝ 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. ❞ - 5th-7th YR. OOTP-TDH extended summary + triggers in intro #7 in dracomalfoy - 10/31/20 #2 in goldentrio - 11/10/20 #5 in zabini - 12/15/20 #10 in redemption - 12/26/20 #1 in wizard - 01/03/21 #1 in malfoyfamily - 01/07/21

❝ 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝. ❞ ❝ 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ❞

» I didn't know you had a sister, Potter. «

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+

Alexandria Kaplan had been useless all her life. She was raised by hatred where there was meant to be love, and now she was condemned to watch all those around her be felled by unstoppable cruelty. Draco Malfoy was bound by his loyalty. It was known that out of self-preservation, the man wouldn't hesitate to burn the world down, even if it meant living the rest of his life alone. Loneliness was familiar to both of them, after all. The struggle between power and humanity was never-ending and was a struggle they knew well. It was impossible to have both, and it was impossible for there to be a balance. Sometimes, however, even the most dependable truths could be proven false. The sky was down, the black was white, the bad were good, perhaps - and only perhaps - power and humanity could coexist. Perhaps they could be found where they were least expected. Or perhaps where they never existed at all.

"You didn't see this coming?" Throughout her Hogwarts years, Amy Silver has been normal. As she enters her sixth year, she starts to experience some strange things. She's seeing things happen in her head and then seeing them in real life. In other words, she's having visions and they're coming true.

The feelings I felt towards him adhered to my bones, as if they were the tendons my soul needed. We withstood every wrongful twist and turn in this world. And after the storm of wrongfulness ended, we mended the mutilated boundaries and fulfilled ourselves with one another. It would be an easy choice. It would be him.