Barty Crouch Jr., was sentenced to death by the Dementor's Kiss on June 24, 1995. Once his soul was taken all that was left was a shell of a man. His father kept his body in perfect condition without aging. 20 years later a young witch named Elladora manages to free Barty's soul and wakes him up. Hell bent on trying to raise Lord Voldemort, Barty come to grips with the reality that his master is no longer alive and tries to deal with modern society. STORY COVER ART DESIGNED BY -Moon-Pie

The bookshop was burning. But this time, it was not just the angel that was lost.

It had been a few months since the apocalypse. Both Crowley and Aziraphale were alive and well. Things have changed. The two were happier now. But things change the night Crowley listens in on the angel's sleep talk. What was his angel so afraid of? How could he protect angel? And what wasn't his angel telling him? I Do not own characters, the series, book or movie, or any images used. I only take credit for this fanfiction written and any original characters

Armageddon is over and the apocalypse never came. But a century ago, a deal was made, and now it's time for the debt to be paid. As Aziraphale and Crowley fight for their lives, they learn that fate has intertwined them far more than they could ever have guessed. This is currently my prized good omens fanfic. I hope you all enjoy it I Do not own characters, the series, book or movie, or any images used. I only take credit for this fanfiction written and any original characters

During the summer between her sixth and seventh year, Hermione is abducted by the Death Eaters. She ends up in Malfoy Manor, but soon her life will even be in more danger when she meets a dangerous man who she had believed to have died in her fourth year at Hogwarts... Barty Crouch Jr.

When Bellatrix lestrange breaks out of azkaban she reunites with her only child, Mystique. With the war approaching bellatrix plans to tighten her ties within the pure blood world by betrothing Mysti to a suitor many thought long dead; the one and only Barty Crouch jr but Mysti already has someone she cares about and isn't known to be the most adaptable to change. Who will she pick?

What will happen when the Lady of the four most ancient and noble houses goes to Hogwarts and get close with the newest DADA Professor who is an undercover Death Eater? Falling in love with Barty Crouch Jr as Moody, she finds herself stuck with a possessive Death Eater. One of my first stories so please bear with it 😭

"Since the Apocalypse had been avoided, the bond between the angel and the demon had grown closer. For the first time in 6000 years Aziraphale...felt something for Crowley. He didn't know what the strange feeling was when the ginger-haired demon was around, but - he was an angel, for Gods Sake. His kind used to be caring and loving, whatever or whenever." Aziraphale begins to question the Great Plan and its purpose on love. According to this, a demon and an angel aren't made for each other. When Crowley finally shows up at his bookshop and tries to confess his feelings for the angel, he breaks up. Leaving an angry demon and a very sad angel. Not knowing what they gonna do. Little do both of them know that these weren't exactly the commands from God herself...

"Aziraphale debated internally a bit, but curling his arm up around Crowley's shoulder really was more comfortable. He knew he was being silly. He knew a dance was nothing and if it made Crowley happy after his feelings had apparently been hurt it wasn't much to ask, but-it was the demon. He had the literally infernal talent to make even the simplest, least dubious things feel like a temptation. Aziraphale knew it was Crowley's nature, and not strictly saying his fault, but it did sometimes make things feel *complicated*." Biarritz, South of France, 1921. Aziraphale stumbles on Crowley apparently working the hotels and casinos as a gigolo. At least, that's where it begins.

Aziraphale would forgive him, of course. He always did. That had always been the Hell of it. It had been stupid to think things would be any different this time. It was a game they had been playing a long, long time, and he was all kinds of fool and idiot if he was going to suddenly start taking it seriously, even if only a few days ago he had thought Aziraphale was dead. Our side. It would be nice, really nice, if there was an *our side.* To be honest with himself, there was nothing in all the universe he wanted more. "I'll pick you up at eight," he repeated to the closed door, and headed back to the flat to take it out on the plants.