❝Magic isn't just a spark; it's the way the soil breathes before the first bloom of spring.❞ .̩₊̣.̩✧̣̩˚̣̣⁺̣‧.₊̣̇.‧⁺̣˚̣̣̣̩⋆·̩̩.̩̥·̩̩⋆̣̩˚̣̣⁺̣‧.₊̣̇.‧⁺̣˚̣̣̣̩✧·.̩₊̣.̩ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡- 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐋𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎 is the definition of grounded. A girl from a rainy valley in Washington, her life was measured in shifts at her mother's garden shop, science fairs with her dad, and the comfort of her Italian-Hispanic home. After a tiny graduation and a local Associate's degree, she never expected her first travel abroad to be a one-way ticket to the mist-shrouded peaks of Romania. WELCOME TO NOXMERE ACADEMY. Situated on a Limen-Point, a thinning of the veil between the human world and the infinite Aetheria Dimensions, Noxmere is a Gothic labyrinth where trees whisper in Latin. In a sea of Luminals with wings and fangs, Maristella is a mundane anchor in a world that defies gravity. At the academy's heart sits the Hexad, six royal heirs bonded by a dormant, primal magic. They are the apex predators of the realms, waiting for a celestial queen to complete their power. They don't know that Maristella is their Septimus-Soul, their fated mate. To them, she is an impossible puzzle; a fragile human who smells like the first day of creation and makes their instincts scream for a possession they can't explain. ⏾ Tom & Matheo Riddle: Umbra-Kings with the dark fire of the Void-Dragon. ⏾ Draco Malfoy: The Glacial Aristocrat wielding lethal Crystal-Frost. ⏾ Blaise Zabini: The Helios-Weaver, a master of Solar-Alchemy. ⏾ Theodore Nott: The Echo-Demon who hears the Hum of the Universe. ⏾ Lorenzo Berkshire: The Astral-Seeker who hunts for her in his dreams. They rule the realms. They command the elements. And they are about to be brought to their knees by a girl who misses the Seattle rain.

She grew up invisible, her love for fashion dismissed while her siblings were praised. Stories and magic became her escape. She survived. She succeeded. And her own blood killed her for it. Death gives her a second chance- reborn as Petunia Evans, before the bitterness, before the fall. This time, she won't beg for love. She won't make herself smaller. She'll be softer with herself. Sharper with the world. And never invisible again. Just to be clear, I do not support J.K R*wling at all. She could rot in tartarus for all I care. What I do support though is that our king Dobby made the books but that bitch stole them and changed them with her wickedness.

"This wasn't meant to happen... I wasn't supposed to fall for you like this." "Maybe that's because some futures are yours to choose, not to see."

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴏᴛɪᴄ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴍʙʀᴏꜱᴇ ʙᴇʟʟᴇ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ 𝑶𝑹 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴϙᴜᴇʀᴏʀ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴛᴜᴍʙʟᴇꜱ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 updates once or twice every week. 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖻𝗒 ⸙ ❨ -𝘃𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗶 ❩

IN WHICH... She doesn't fall in love with one boy- she falls in love with two. One wears sunlight like armor and kisses like a dare. The other moves like a secret and touches like a promise. And somewhere between fire and shadow, she realizes- She was never meant to choose.

Two years after the war that shattered his world, James Potter is stuck in place. Grief lingers in the quiet moments, in the weight of his son's laughter, in the ghosts of what could have been. He tells himself the life he has built for himself is enough- just him, Harry and the friends who refuse to let him slip too far. Then comes Olive Beaufort. A potions apprentice with warmth in her voice and kindness in her hands, she drifts into their lives with no agenda, no expectations. She isn't trying to fix anything- or anyone, but she is something new. Harry adores her instantly. And James, despite himself, isn't immune to her presence either. As October fades and Halloween looms- the day that too almost everything from him- James finds himself caught between the past and an uncertain future. But maybe, just maybe, healing doesn't come all at once. Maybe it starts in small moments, in unexpected places and friendships, in Rainy Days and Mondays that don't feel so heavy anymore. (1983-onwards) (James Potter x OC) (Multiple POV's)

Book III War is no longer coming - it is here. The Dark Lord's shadow spreads faster than hope can keep up, and every victory feels like a loss in disguise. The Order is fractured, friends are tested, and survival often comes at unbearable cost. But even in the ruins of the old world, sparks remain. A love strong enough to defy destiny. A family bound not by blood, but by choice. And a fight that refuses to bow, no matter how impossible the odds. The question is no longer if the war will end. It's who will be left standing when it does. Marauder's Era

Book II The end is no longer a distant threat - it's unfolding with every step they take. With dark magic rising and fragments of a fractured soul scattered across the world, Carina Moon and her closest allies race against time to end the war before it consumes everything. Love continues to bloom in stolen moments, even as betrayal cuts deeper and lives are lost to shadows. Prophecies have spoken. Ancient power stirs. And the final battle draws near. Some will rise. Some will fall. But the world will never be the same. This is the beginning of the end. Marauder's Era

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙯𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝘼𝙨 𝘼𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖 · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · James Potter and Arabella Black ran in completely different circles. Other than her being his best mate's cousin, he knew about as much about her as the average lad. So imagine his surprise when he finds out there's much more to her than meets the eye. #1 in arcticmonkeys 07.25.25 #1 in Arabella 10.01.2025 #1 in Slytherin 10.25.2025

(REVISING & REPUBLISHING) 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 . . . Aviva Danes was everybody's dream girl, except his. James Potter was her best friend, nothing less and nothing more. He was pining after Lily Evans, not her. It was never her.