Juliette Blackwell was raised to win - in charm, in legacy, in power. Draco Malfoy was born for the same. Their families have been at war for years, old money and broken alliances held together by public smiles and private resentment. As their final year at Hogwarts begins, the castle becomes a battlefield again. Titles are up for grabs, alliances are shifting, and every move is watched. But someone is watching even closer. For years, a nameless voice has moved through Hogwarts, exposing secrets meant to stay buried. This year, the whispers are sharper, and they are circling Juliette and Draco. Because behind the rivalry lies something far more dangerous - a truth buried deep in family legacies, powerful enough to destroy everything if it ever comes to light. In a world where reputation is currency and loyalty is transactional, neither of them can afford to lose control. This is not just a school rivalry. It is a political war disguised as a school year.

Dark marks. Bad decisions. Violent loyalty. They were never good people. Just loyal ones. A group of Slytherins forced to survive missions, obsession, jealousy, addiction, betrayal, and each other while slowly realising love can become just as dangerous as war. Everyone at Hogwarts thinks survival looks heroic. It doesn't. It looks like bruised knuckles, fractured loyalty, sleepless nights, dangerous relationships, psychological tension, and people coming back wrong. Somewhere between chaos, violence, devotion, and the terrifying things people do for the ones they can't lose, they stop recognising the people they're becoming. Especially Emillia Franjic.

27 septembre 1994 . École de magie de Durmstrang, le directeur de cette école, Igor Karkaroff, nous annonce qu'il choisira une douzaine d'élèves de dernière année. Ces élèves partiront avec lui au bord du vaisseau dans le grand lac, pour direction l'académie de Poudlard, cette année le ministère de la magie d'Angleterre à décider de mettre à nouveaux en place le célèbre tournoi des Trois Sorciers choisi par la Coupe de Feu. Ils demandent à l'entièreté des dernières années de le rejoindre devant le vaisseau, je prends la marche pour le navire de notre école, je sors de l'académie accompagnée de mon meilleur ami Viktor Krum, nous marchons en silence jusqu'à être devant le navire. De là, nous voyons notre directeur sur le pont du vaisseau une feuille à la main, il nous dit qu'il appellera les élèves sélectionner par ses soins et que si nous étions sélectionnées, il faudra venir dans une heure valise à la main pour partir à L'académie de magie d'Angleterre. De là, Igor Karkaroff lis la feuille de parchemin où sont inscrits les noms qui pourraient être potentiellement choisis par la Coupe de Feu. Plusieurs élèves sont appelés, leurs réactions ; le bonheur aux yeux ainsi que l'excitation, mais aussi de la peur, peur de mourir. - Elara Black ! Je me retourne pour marcher vers mon dortoir, puis j'entends la voix puissante de notre directeur. Appeler. - Viktor Krum ! Je souris légèrement, je ne serai pas seule lors de mon séjour à Poudlard, quelqu'un se joint à mes côtés, je regarde la personne à ma gauche, on se regarde puis on sourit, il met son bras droit sur mes épaules m'attirant vers lui, il rigole et je rigole de notre séjour qui va être sûrement rebondissant.

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

Aurelia never asked for a legacy... not the name, not the bloodline, and definitely not the secrets that came with it. When her she decided to transfer to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry from Beauxbatons Academy, it wasn't a dream come true. It was a complication. It feels like a shift, like something her mother hoped to delay. But still, she boards the train-half-curious, half-dreading the truth she'll find between stone corridors, whispered spells, and eyes that seem to already know her. She's not a hero. She's not a villain. She's something in between-and magic doesn't forget people like her. At Hogwarts, Aurelia must navigate cryptic professors, ancient family ties, and a boy with sharp eyes and sharper words. As tensions rise and shadows gather, Aurelia begins to wonder: Was she brought to Hogwarts by fate... or by force? "You think this is funny? You think you're better than me?" "I don't think I'm better than you, Malfoy. I just have enough self-respect not to cry 'daddy' every time I embarrass myself." "You don't know a thing about my father-" "And yet he's in every sentence you say. Are you sure you're Draco or just his overly dramatic echo?" In a world where names hold power and pasts refuse to stay buried, Aurelia must decide who she is-before someone else decides for her.

No one knows who she is. Except him. And he wishes he didn't. When a mysterious transfer student named Sylvaine Nox arrives at Hogwarts for her seventh year, the entire school is thrown into quiet chaos. Cold, calculating, and powerful beyond reason, she's unlike any witch they've seen before. But Draco Malfoy knows exactly who she is. She's the Dark Lord's daughter. A secret so dangerous it was buried even from his most loyal followers, except Draco. He saw her once as a child. And now, here she is, walking the halls of a post-war Hogwarts like a shadow reborn. Sylvaine is not here to make friends. She's not here for redemption. She's here to watch, to judge, and to ensure her father's legacy is never forgotten. And Draco? He wants to hate her. He should hate her. But hate has always been a breath away from obsession.

❛And do you know what's the stupidest thing about this?❜ said Draco and made an aggressive step towards me. ❛That after all this,❜ he grasped my forearm violently and made me backstep in fear. ❛After all this trouble,❜ he said and pushed me against the wall despite my tries to get away. ❛After all these fights,❜ he closed up and stuck his body on mine, putting his hand on my neck almost painfully. ❛I still want you so badly, it hurts,❜ he said and looked at me with both anger and lust and passion. ❛God, I want you so much and I want to kill you at the same time. You stupid, little girl, I fucking love you.❜ Despite being Voldemort's daughter, Dumbledore's goddaughter and destined to lead, Annalise Riddle was born in a world ordinary and plain. Thrown into a life full of magic and wonders, she stumbles upon her fate. This is not just a love story. This is a story of self-sacrifice and being brave enough to seek your destiny. ❛The Lost Daughter is now born. Lady she is meant to be and Lady she will be, and a Dark Lord's daughter. Beware, for only she knows the key to his collapse. Long may she reign and retribution shall be ours.❜ *Highest Rank: #2 in fanfiction and #1 in draco* If you like this story, I am sure you would also like its prequel. Go to my profile and add Anne's mother's story ('Retribution Shall Be Ours') to your reading lists!

UNDER HEAVY EDITING (Edited chapters will have gifs at the beginning of them to signal that they have been edited.) ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ❖❖❖ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ❛𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘏𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘭. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘚𝘭𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳.❜ ❛𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺? 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴?❜ ❛𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨.❜ ❛𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘏𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘐 𝘢𝘮. 𝘏𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘭. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘏𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘭.❜ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ❖❖❖ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ Draco Malfoy & Cedric Diggory romances All Rights Reserved ©erubescere 2015

Y/N Moonshine, the great granddaughter of Merlin himself. Her journey through Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry leave people slightly cautious of her, maybe because of her family tree? But Y/N still manages to catch the eye of a well known Slytherin boy, and he doesn't hesitate to get close to the student who's known as the Spoilt Little Rich Girl.

he was the boy who set fire to the world around him, but never let a flame touch her.