There are moments that divide a life into *before* and *after*. Amara Scott never noticed the exact moment hers began. Perhaps it was the day someone started leaving flowers where only she would find them. Or the first time Tom Riddle looked at her like he already knew how her story ended. Or perhaps it had begun long before either of them realized. As autumn settles over Hogwarts, the castle feels different. The corridors seem to whisper. Friendships fracture beneath invisible pressure. Memories begin to shift around the edges until Amara can no longer tell whether she's uncovering the truth... or losing it. Because someone is always watching. Someone always seems to know where she'll be. Someone keeps planting doubts so quietly that, by the time she notices them, they've already taken root. The cruelest lies are never spoken loudly. They bloom. Before Amara realizes she's been carefully, patiently pulled away from everything she thought she knew, she can no longer remember where she began. Some stories end with a villain. Others begin with one. **Wildflower** is a haunting tale of obsession, devotion, and the terrifying beauty of being seen by someone who refuses to let you go.

+18! | Professor Tom Riddle X Reader You, my dear reader, are a student at Hogwarts University. You're desperate for recognition and good grades but tend to have some problems with Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Tom Riddle. Your final school year is going to be a pure absolute hell or a rather meek version of hell when the dark secrets behind your Teacher have begun to come to the fore. WARNINGS AND TAGS: Only for adult audiences! This is a very heavy fanfic. Please don't read if you feel uncomfortable about it. Viewer description is recommended. ⚠️ All rights reserved go to @plasebo3ff3ct. THIS ISN'T MY STORY! The original author account got deleted. I and many others loved that story ALOT so unfortunately there won't be any more updates other than the ones I've posted here.

"Don't you think that this is inappropriate, Mr. Malfoy? Especially, that I... am your enemy?" "𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜... 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙥𝙚𝙩." She was his. He was hers. No one should know this interaction. RATED MATURE Mentions of gore and sex.

‼️🔞VERY VERY MATURE CONTENT CONTAINS A LOT OF SMUT🔞‼️ y/n mikaelson the daughter of the great hybrid klaus mikaelson and the hybrid alpha hayley mikaelson(both parents are alive but hayley is married to elijah and klaus to caroline)your a tribrid as well as your sister hope but she doesn't go to hogwarts your vampire, werewolf and magic side are all activated no one knows but tom, draco, pansy and blaise. it's year 4 your in slytherin (tom and voldemort are totally different people) you, draco and tom basically grew up together because of how close your families were, draco and tom have always been protective of you especially towards the golden trio (which you hate btw) it's always been you draco, tom, pansy and blaise but your also friends with most of slytherin a few ravenclaw and hufflepuffs but hate absolutely hate gryffindor and they all hate you and your group you like half-bloods and pure bloods but that's it. ‼️NOT EDITING ANYMORE I DON'T WANT TO SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK‼️ Started 4 of January 2021 Finished 15 of July 2021

SECOND BOOK OF THE SEVEN DEVILS. [warnings: eventual smut•death•violence•possibly disturbing scenes•dark magic•religious themes] One year and a half after her departure, Varya Petrov is still fighting against time itself. With Grindelwald's attacks on Hogwarts becoming more and more aggressive, there is only a matter of time before the war is lost. Varya has been assigned one task- find the remaining Deathly Hallows and protect them from Grindelwald. With a team of extraordinary witches and wizards, she sets out to track the Cloak of Invisibility and the Resurrection Stone. One of them, however, happens to be at Hogwarts, at the hands of infamous Tom Riddle. Her journey is not as easy as she would have thought, because with Hogwarts under lockdown and a battle looming over their heads, reuniting with the Knights might not be what she had expected. cover by @supremegae

"You really are bad with timings." ---------------------------- "You're mine." He growled causing my heart to skip a million beats as i blinked in shock with parted lips. "Every bit of you belongs to me. I own you." He snarled with anger. I didn't know if i was supposed to be elated or fear that statement. I don't want to belong to someone who kills people, to a monster. To the devil himself. "Let me see your body because no one else will do. And if it happened, i will rip their heads off." ---------------------------- https://open.spotify.com/playlist/663PQgB7bU6UyORZEAgOB9?si=jR0KldxJRr-atqsUVigpLA Professor Riddle/ Anastasia Pierce (You are her) Smut: a lot of smut. Trigger warning: rápe/ abuse/ drugs/ etc

Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger return to Hogwarts for their 8th year, appointed as Head Boy and Head Girl-a decision that forces them into an awkward arrangement of sharing a common room. While the wizarding world seeks to rebuild after the war, tensions remain high between those on opposing sides. For Draco and Hermione, their shared living quarters ignite a fiery clash of personalities. Hermione views Draco with contempt for his past, while Draco carries his own burdens and guilt, masked by his signature sarcasm and cold demeanor. But amidst the late-night study sessions and accidental moments of vulnerability, something unexpected begins to shift. They slowly discover cracks in each other's armor-a truth hidden behind Hermione's fierce drive for justice and Draco's stoic facade. As walls come down, hatred turns into hesitant understanding, and understanding blossoms into something undeniable.

Narcissa Black learned how to glide from her mother. Her sister Andromeda taught her how to feel, and Bella taught her how to lie. She learned strategy from her father. And from her husband... Well. She was still trying to discern what lesson Lucius Malfoy was teaching her. || LUCISSA set in The Right Thing to Do universe.

Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.