"I knew from the first time // I'd stay for a long time // 'cause I like me better when // I like me better when I'm with you" - I Like Me Better, Lauv

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 "𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮" 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐈𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐬, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞 ⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ Harry stared at the ground, "I don't think I feel about you the way I feel about Ron or Hermione." Y/n's eyes searched his face, as if deciding whether he was brave or foolish. Harry swallowed. "I like you. I think I have for a while. I just didn't know what to do with it." Two souls separated by tragedy, brought together by fate. Harry Potter, the Boy who lived and Y/n Lupin, shared that same night of tragedy. Raised apart, they grow into strangers bound by a mysterious connection, their fates slowly pulling themselves together. Let us go through their journey at Hogwarts, magic and the shadows of a dark past awaits. Because some destinies are not chosen. They are Fated..... 【Harry Potter x Female Reader】 This is a Slow Burn. ⋆⭒˚.⋆ Tʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs... ˚Swearing ˚Mild violence (death) ˚Mixture of Book and Movie plot ˚Death ˚Slow-burn ˚Angst ⋆⭒˚.⋆ 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒 : 𝐓𝐏𝐒 - 𝐃𝐇 ɪ ꜱᴏʟᴇᴍɴʟʏ ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀ THIS IS A WORK OF FAN-FICTION. I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. I ONLY OWN Y/N Lupin, Emily, Charlie and Edward Harrington and Evelyn Lupin Harry Potter characters, names are related to J.K. Rowling.

Harry is starting his sixth year. After a traumatic fifth year caused by the death of Sirius Black he is overcome with anger and grief. Ginny, a girl with bright red hair might just be exactly what he needs.

-Garreth x F!MC- Garreth Weasley is good at Potions... and not much else. You, a bookish, lonesome Ravenclaw with a weighted family secret, are good at everything... except Potions. Assigned together for a mutual tutorship, Garreth is sure he won't meet anyone more boring. But the potions lab isn't the only place where sparks will fly. - Or, Garreth Weasley tries desperately not to fall in love with his mysterious and prickly tutor. [Slow burn Garreth/F-Ravenclaw!Reader OC with academic strangers-to-friends-to-lovers. Garreth's POV, set in sixth year. Romcom with drama, mystery and light angst. Reader may or may not be Sus. Spoiler warning for my Ominis-centric fic A Cruelty Vivid and Sweet, but not required reading - the only thing you need to know is that Garreth and others fought Ranrok with MC. Art by Lyworth.]

Smart, witty, sarcastic, intelligent, loyal and cunning, these are some of the traits of Ron's twin sister, (Y/N) Weasley, who is the complete opposite of Ron. While Ron is a bit of a lovable idiot, (Y/N) Weasley is shrewd and one of the best witches of her age. She's, to quote Mad-Eye Moody, 'as much of a fairy princess as I am'. Let's also add to the mix extraordinary powers given by Merlin himself. Want to find out more? Read on! (BTW, to any of my classmates who might see this, read my story for major sec 1 ✨glow up✨) *All character and plot rights go to JK Rowling, except my oc's and changes in the plots.*

⤷ ゛ˎˊ˗ ᵛᵃʳⁱᵒᵘˢ! ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢⁱᵛᵉ! ʰᵖ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ! ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢɪɴꜱᴀɴᴇ 𓂃🖊 "a young girl transfers to another school, far from her home. longing for a fresh start. one where the people surrounding her don't look down at her. one where it didn't feel like the world was actively turning against her. a safe space where perhaps people would actually like her. then when the train rolls up at the station, the built up frustration, anxiety and negative thoughts comes all closing down on her. her posture still straight as a steel rod, not faltering once. but her nervous energy radiating off her like the sun's warmth. at this school she doesn't know anyone, except her sibling and some familiar faces. curious people come seeking her, offering friendship and lessons she didn't know she needed. chaos unfolds in hogwarts. the golden trio's antics for getting into trouble, graphic duels breaking out, unpleasant secrets getting told, shocking love confessions and a mysterious locket. the girl, standing in the middle of it all, unfazed, oblivious to all the lingering glances she gets. unbeknownst to her, that her fate has been written in the stars."