― "You'd look exquisite in my undoing." ― Flora Moreau spoke in soft syllables and sharp truths. A Ravenclaw with ink-stained hands, she sketched the world as she saw it - not as it wished to be seen. Daughter of an ancient French bloodline, she had walked Hogwarts' halls for years, quiet as moonlight, untouchable as frost. Draco Malfoy loathed her. Her composure, her defiance, her refusal to give him the satisfaction of a single flinch. He provoked; she dismissed. He sneered; she smiled. And yet, she was in his mind - carved there like an etching he could not erase. She was everything he had been raised to hate, and everything he did not understand about himself. Their battles were fought in glances and words, in wit that cut deeper than curses, in the space between cruelty and longing - where the line between wanting her and destroying her blurred into damnation. ☽｡⋆

― "I love you more than life itself," ― Althea Potter had always been a light. Where James burned wild and reckless, she glowed warm and steady, drawing people in with her laughter, her kindness, and her stubborn belief that everyone carried a spark worth loving. She was the sister who brightened shadows, the girl who never let anyone feel unseen. Regulus Black, on the other hand, was born of shadows. Cold where she was warm, distant where she was tender, sharp where she was soft-he was a boy sculpted by duty, drowning beneath the weight of a name that demanded silence, obedience, sacrifice. They were opposites, orbiting each other in disdain. She saw him as cruel and unfeeling, and he saw her as naïve and foolish. Yet the world has a way of binding the unwilling, and war makes strange companions of enemies. Slowly, through whispered arguments and stolen glances, Althea discovered the boy beneath the mask, and Regulus found himself yearning for the light he had spent his life rejecting. But love in times of war is fragile. It does not always save. Sometimes it destroys, quietly, beautifully, tragically. And when the end came-as it always would-they both learned that hatred can turn to love, and love can burn into something fiercer still. Something unshakable. Something eternal. Something that could only be called devotion. ☽｡⋆

― "You are my ruin - and my salvation." ― Lilith Vale was born different - too sharp, too cold, and far too powerful for someone so young. Raised on dark magic and haunted by her father's death, she's spent her life searching for the spell that destroyed him... and nearly took her with it. Now in her final year at Hogwarts, she wears the badge of Head Girl like a mask. To the rest of the school, she's brilliant, distant, untouchable. But underneath, Lilith is spiraling - unraveling under the weight of secrets, survivor's guilt, and a hunger for knowledge that no book seems able to satisfy. Then comes him.. Tom Riddle - charming, calculated, and dangerously intelligent. He's the only one who sees her as more than a quiet storm. And the only one whose mind she can't seem to read. He wants to know what she's hiding. She wants to know why he's watching. Their connection is a game of power and proximity. A cold war wrapped in stolen glances and veiled threats. But something dark is stirring at Hogwarts - students are disappearing, ancient symbols are resurfacing, and Lilith is getting too close to the truth. To the truth about her father. To the truth about Tom. And to the truth about herself. Because some magic isn't meant to be studied. Some obsessions aren't meant to be survived. And some love stories are written only to end in destruction. ☽｡⋆

Ánet never asked to leave home. But war took everything, and fate had plans of its own. Now, far from the northern lights, she's sent to a school of magic with one purpose: to stop an ancient entity before it rises. There, she meets Tom Riddle. Brilliant. Dangerous. And drawn to her magic. Together, they fight a rising darkness. But after the battle is over, Tom isn't ready to let her go. She was sent to stop one monster. She may have created another.

Evangeline never belonged anywhere - not truly. Her eyes held the weight of a thousand quiet losses, and her hands trembled with memories she dared not speak aloud. The war had taken everything from her - family, hope, peace. Yet, even as the world burned around her, she clung to one thing: a small, cold pendant that seemed to pulse with secrets older than time. On the edge of darkness, with nothing left to lose, she made a choice she could never have imagined. And when the world shifted beneath her feet, everything she knew shattered into silence. ________________________________________ In the shadow of a war-torn world, Evangeline - a haunted survivor carrying a mysterious pendant - is ripped from her time and thrown into the dark corridors of 1943 Hogwarts. Lost and alone in the past, she must navigate a world on the brink of darkness, where a young Tom Riddle's chilling ambitions are just beginning to take shape. As their fates collide, trust becomes a dangerous game and love a twisted, manipulative force. Enemies bound by secrets, both struggling to control their destinies - but only one can survive the shadows of what should never be. Tom Riddle x OC This will be a slow burn. Because a Tom Riddle suddenly head over heals for a girl is simply unrealistic. Read a story about a boy who thought he couldn't love and a girl whose love shine bright enough to cover it.t

Death had always walked beside her, a shadow stitched to her soul. She fought. She won. But what was left to claim? The castle around her - the only home she had ever known - was crumbling into ruin. Stone shattered under fire. Bodies carpeted the ground, faces she would never forget, lives she had failed to save. Victory meant nothing when it was built on a graveyard. She was alone. And worse, she was alive. She had died before. Had died and returned, as if cursed to never know peace, cursed to be the master of death, forever hunted by the thing that should have claimed her. Death It was her shadow, her lover, and her tormentor. It whispered to her in the silence, tugged at her with every breath she drew, a cat playing with its prey, savoring the chase. She tried to undo it - to tear a hole in time, to claw back 46 hours, to steal even one life from the jaws of death. But time does not bargain with the broken. It is a vengeful thing, wild and cold. It seized her, flung her not back 46 hours but 46 years, into a past dripping with shadows and secrets. The castle stood whole then - but the rot was already there, festering beneath the stone. And Death, patient and cruel, was already waiting for her in the cracks of the world, ready to finish what it had begun. Smiling at her from the darkness. Death wearing the face of Tom Riddle *Mature themes* Enemy's to lovers *Tom Riddle*

BOOK ONE In the throes of the second wizarding war, Delilah Meddows is killed by no other than Lord Voldemort. However, instead of dying like she was supposed to, Delilah finds herself at Hogwarts in 1943. She tries to tread carefully, but Tom Riddle is not someone so easily ignored. BEING REWRITTEN (can find new version titled HON REWRITTEN on my account) !!!PLEASE DONT MAKE RR COMMENTS!!!

When John Winchester goes missing, he leaves Dean a single message. "Find Katherine Donovan." 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝟏-𝟑 sʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ ! #1 spnfanfiction 4|2020, 2022 #1 spn 4|2020 #1 spnfamily 7|2020 #1 deanwinchester 3|2021

Y/n Fawley was just another student in the background. Good grades but not good enough to be sought out. A good quidditch player but not good enough to be fawned over. And of course, the Fawley's were the least known of the 28. They didn't have a reputation like the Lestrange's or a lavish lifestyle like the Malfoy's or even power like the Black's. Y/n was just there. Until a little black dog comes to her, begging for food. !Fem¡ reader Characters belong to J.k. Rowling. Y/n belongs to you. Story belongs to me. <3