― "You feel like sin in my veins." ― Elara Black was born into a name that demanded greatness and offered nothing in return. A daughter of the Noble House of Black, Elara learned early that observation was power-and that everything, given enough patience, could be reduced to something understandable. She cared for patterns. For control. For the delicate, intricacies of magic itself - its limits, its mutations... its monsters. Creatures did not lie. They did not pretend. They simply were. So when she uncovered the secret of Remus Lupin - she did not tell. She studied. He was an inconsistency. And Elara Black had always been drawn to inconsistencies. Remus Lupin fascinated her in a way she could not stand. Elara Black unsettled him in a way he did not understand What began as a calculated act of blackmail became something far more dangerous - late nights, controlled experiments, whispered theories, and a tension that simmered just beneath the surface. Because Elara didn't just want to understand the wolf. She wanted to understand the boy. And in that understanding, there was desire, sharp as a scalpel, precise as a blade. And in the space between cruelty and curiosity, something began to unravel - something neither of them quite understood, where control fractured into something deeper, something darker, till there was no line left between subject and observer. Only the slow, inevitable dissection of them both. ☽｡⋆

― "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. ☽｡⋆

― "You'd look exquisite in my undoing." ― Flora Moreau spoke in soft syllables and sharp truths. A Ravenclaw with ink-stained hands, she sketched the world as she saw it - not as it wished to be seen. Daughter of an ancient French bloodline, she had walked Hogwarts' halls for years, quiet as moonlight, untouchable as frost. Draco Malfoy loathed her. Her composure, her defiance, her refusal to give him the satisfaction of a single flinch. He provoked; she dismissed. He sneered; she smiled. And yet, she was in his mind - carved there like an etching he could not erase. She was everything he had been raised to hate, and everything he did not understand about himself. Their battles were fought in glances and words, in wit that cut deeper than curses, in the space between cruelty and longing - where the line between wanting her and destroying her blurred into damnation. ☽｡⋆

― "You are my ruin - and my salvation." ― Lilith Vale was born different - too sharp, too cold, and far too powerful for someone so young. Raised on dark magic and haunted by her father's death, she's spent her life searching for the spell that destroyed him... and nearly took her with it. Now in her final year at Hogwarts, she wears the badge of Head Girl like a mask. To the rest of the school, she's brilliant, distant, untouchable. But underneath, Lilith is spiraling - unraveling under the weight of secrets, survivor's guilt, and a hunger for knowledge that no book seems able to satisfy. Then comes him.. Tom Riddle - charming, calculated, and dangerously intelligent. He's the only one who sees her as more than a quiet storm. And the only one whose mind she can't seem to read. He wants to know what she's hiding. She wants to know why he's watching. Their connection is a game of power and proximity. A cold war wrapped in stolen glances and veiled threats. But something dark is stirring at Hogwarts - students are disappearing, ancient symbols are resurfacing, and Lilith is getting too close to the truth. To the truth about her father. To the truth about Tom. And to the truth about herself. Because some magic isn't meant to be studied. Some obsessions aren't meant to be survived. And some love stories are written only to end in destruction. ☽｡⋆

Sequel to Modification Estela's going back. Back to where it all started. Back to the place where everything changed. She's returning to resume the task she was given six years ago, and this time she isn't going to let anything stand in her way of success. But when she arrives, things are different. A darkness looms over the place that was once as familiar to her as the handle of her wand, and she realises just what she's gotten herself into. People are disappearing and families live in fear as a new Order gains power throughout the Wizarding World. And it's all down to him. The person she came back to save. The person who changed her life forever. Tom Riddle. And this time, the task of changing him will be harder than ever in the struggle against good and evil as darkness dawns. #78 in fanfiction 20/01/2017

The scene is set for the year 1943. The second world war unfurls like a steady burn, and the wizarding world begins to descend into a chaos of its own. Gwendolyn Gawmdrey leaves prestigious and dark Durmstrang Institute to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for her sixth year of schooling. There, she encounters friendship, death, and the mysterious and arrogant Tom Riddle. She soon finds herself plunged into a world of power, deceit, and manipulation. As the year surges onward, the malevolent boy and the Dark Arts begin to draw Gwen in, but under the curious gaze of Professor Albus Dumbledore, there's something else. But has the renowned wizard failed to realize that Gwendolyn Gawmdrey might have demons of her own? Perhaps one must know the darkness before being able to appreciate the light. 1 million - 1/31/22 2020- #1 in Voldemort, #2 in Riddle, #1 in 1940s, #6 in Harry Potter 2021- #3 in Fanfiction, #1 in WWII

COMPLETED 4/4/2021 "The people who often times do terrible things, are the same ones who have had terrible things done to them." After Lord Voldemort murdered Harry Potter in the Battle of Hogwarts, the world became plagued with a darkness unlike anything it had seen before. Muggles were slaughtered in the streets, the Dark wizard's opponents were executed for show, and all those who had fought with the Order were forced into hiding. Avalon had lost it all-- her friends, her peers, her loved ones. Everything. So, when she was thrown back in time to 1943, she knew that it was up to her to change the course of time and rewrite a new history-- one in which she had to find the Horcruxes and murder Tom Riddle before he could ever become Voldemort. Tom Riddle. Avalon Hendrix. Either she was going to kill him, or he was going to kill everyone she loved. They were nothing more than two products of extreme circumstance that chose two very different paths, yet had time for their roads to converge. --Due to the amount of spoilers in the comments, I will be muting all accounts who comment with the #RR hashtag. Please do not do this.-- •WARNING• This book contains themes and scenes that are intended for a mature audience.

Elinor was left with nothing after the Second Wizarding War. She was just another fighter, another witch, some alumni who battled darkness and won but lost to the glorious shadow of Harry Potter. Not a worthy acknowledgement was left to paint her dull name; not even her dead friends' names. So, she broke her wand in two and vowed to never associate herself with magic again. But Elinor had to learn through George Weasley that you can't run away from who you really are, and George from Elinor to know the true meaning of love and family. SPANISH VERSION BY marchahoran AVAILABLE: https://my.w.tt/7muT0dL60ab george x o.c. <elinor> completed | july 2020 cr: icemacchiato

This is the second part of Mortem, if you haven't read that already, do so before reading Frigus, for nothing will make sense :) tw: drugs, graphic violence and torture - Nephera Winchester's life was far from simple, and now that she had exposed Dumbledore's true colors in front of the entire Order, everything was about to get much more complicated. Unfortunately for her, having her ex-headmaster and the Dark Lord conspiring against her was only one of the many problems she was facing. Some time ago, she had visited a fortune-teller. Never having been a fan of divination, Nephera simply thought of it as a way to pass the time, the news she received, however, were far from happy. Loss. Heartbreak. Betrayal. Who would she lose? In the middle of a war, the possibilities were endless, truly. And what did heartbreak mean?Sure, she and Sirius had started out as enemies, but now they were dating, and their relationship was thriving, surely, he wouldn't break up with her. And who would betray the Order? With the Dark Lord growing stronger every passing day, people were growing scared, there was no telling what someone might do to stay alive. Not to mention, the fortune-teller's words were only the tip of the iceberg when it came to cryptic tales about the future. After a visit to the Fae kingdom and a talk with the High Fae, she found out that her life and its course had been marked in the skies the second it began. Twenty-one stars fell from the sky the day she was born. And now, those same stars told the tale of three true lions and two true snakes, who had an imperative role to play in the war. What did the twenty-one falling stars signify? Nephera raked her brain time and time again to figure it out, but she couldn't. And who were the three true lions and two true snakes? She only had one other friend in Slytherin, Regulus Black, who was serving as her spy on Voldemort's side, but in Gryffindor, she had a lot more than three friends.

Harley Lupin is a curse-breaker working for Gringotts bank in Egypt. After many years, a boy- or should I say- man, she went to school with get's transferred from the base in England to Egypt. The two catch up after many years, and what will happen when the do? *Part of The Blue Belle Series* ***TRIGGER WARNING** there may be some distressing parts so please read with caution. Copyright 2017 @Fredweasleyxo Highest Ranking; #1 in Harry Potter #2 in harry potter #1 in Weasley #1 in Bill #1 in Lupin