Proffesor Snape turned and stared at Harry, one eyebrow raised. "Mr. Potter! Are you paying attention?" "Y-Yes, Proffesor." "Tell me what would you get if I asked you to add powdered root of Asphodel to an infusion of Wormwood?" Snape asked, knowing that the first year wouldn't know the answer. "I-I don't kn-know Sir." Harry said, his throat tightening severely. "Very well, Mr. Potter, where would you go if I asked you to get a Bezoar?" "I-I s-suppose t-the supply c-closet, P-Proffessor" Harry said, his heart racing and his breathing becoming shallow. "I-what?" Snape asked, not expecting this answer from a Gryffindor. "Th-the s-supply c-closet, Sir?" Harry repeated. "Well... umm yes, technically, but if I didn't have one then where would you go to get one?" "Th-the s-store s-sir?" Harry asked trying to think of a suitable answer. "Think Potter. Where does a bezoar come from?" "I d-don't know sir!" Harry cried, tears prickling his eyes. "And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?" Snape asked. "I-I don't know, Sir" Snape stepped closer to Harry, who in return flinched away. "For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so power-" Snape stopped talking as Harry quickly wrote down every word the man was saying. "What are you doing?" "Ta-Taking N-Notes Proffesor." Harry said, quietly. "Is that what you were doing before?" Snape asked, surprised. "Y-Yes, Sir." "Hmm..." Snape hummed "Five points to Gryffindor." the class gasped and stared at the Proffesor "And see me after class, P-Harry." "Y-Yes, sir."

*BOOK ONE* *COMPLETED* "I don't need your pity." Regulus began pulling a box of cigarettes from his pocket "I know how shitty my family is." He handed a cigarette to Astrid, who placed it in her mouth before allowing Regulus to light it with his lighter. Regulus watched as she took a draw, her cheeks hollowing out before releasing the white smoke from her perfect full lips. "Your right, pity is over rated," Astrid said cigarette in hand "Fuck pity." Regulus chuckled at her words "Who hurt you?" He asked lighting his own cigarette. "It doesn't matter," she said with a small smile "The world is filled with assholes, who cares anymore." "And I guess I'm one of those assholes," Regulus mused blowing smoke out from his mouth. Astrid turned towards him "The world is filled with assholes, but your not one of them Reg." "How do you know that," Regulus asked looking up at the cloudy winters sky. "Because assholes don't care about others as much as you do." // When Astrid Winston was transferred from beauxbatons; she didn't know she would end up befriend the strangest group of friends. Calling them strange was an understatement they were flat out bonkers. However, a grave secret in the form of Regulus Black threatens to tear them apart as Astrid befriends one of her best friends little brother. But can what the devil speak be true as the once-quiet whispers of the dark lords uprising become a lot more than whispers. Astrid is dropped headfirst into everything and now she needs to save everyone from herself. #1 IN JILY 29/05/2021

I had this idea written in my notes app for awhile and finally decided to write it This book is completed!!! I love everyone that was reading this book while it was ongoing I really hope y'all enjoyed it <3 Check out my other jegulus books :) #1 in Jegulus?!??!?! i love you guys so much thank you

Harry and Ron left Europe after the war for 'recon'. Ten years later they get a letter for a Hogwarts reunion. What has changed since they left? Have they changed?

just two teenagers of opposite worlds finding eachother in the midst of chaos. luna lovegood, the resident psycho of hogwarts. blaise zabini, trapped in the most dark, dangerous friend group at hogwarts.

harry and draco have always been rivals. that's just the way things were. were. past tense. everything is different now. the war is over but harry is broken. he has been broken so many times that he cannot begin to place back together his shattered pieces. he is a mess of torn photographs, faded and drained of color. he isn't sure how to escape the nightmares that have become his reality, dreams that are simply memories of times he has refused to think of, to dwell on. but somehow, when he's with draco, he feels everything he's refused to feel. draco, who he has hated all his life. draco, who has always hated him. draco, who is broken too. he never expected to find solace in the boy he was sure he'd never call his friend. but in him, he was finding so much more than he'd ever imagined. lowercase intended ☆2nd Place Winner in the 2020 Harry Potter Fanfic Awards for the Golden Trio Era ☆

"𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞," 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, "𝐢 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞." 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥. "𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝. "𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭." *completed* It was meant to be a harmless joke. When Pansy and Blaise replaced Potter's Amortentia vial with Draco's cologne to fuck with them both, that is. But they couldn't have imagined the enormity of the consequences their prank would have. toxic!draco corrupts sassy!harry, add a sprinkle of ecstasy addiction and a saviour complex to keep it spicy and there you have it. hopefully i'll have you begging for a redemption arc!

In which a Slytherin boy returns to Hogwarts after the second wizarding war with flower tattoos covering his dark mark and streaks of blue in his platinum blonde hair. A Drarry Fanfiction © Ericka | 2017

in which scorpius malfoy discovered his father's journal over the summer, expressing old feelings for a certain golden boy, and found himself conflicted over his feelings for his own best friend - the golden boy's son. © 2017 ↯ plebeians- a harry potter fanfiction

in which two rivals return to the school they once called home as professors, and are brought together by the meddling of two trios. © 2017 ↯ plebeians- a harry potter fanfiction