Your name is Y/N Y/L/N and you are a pure-blood Gryffindor. Everyone knows that you are a very talented witch, but you mostly keep to yourself. Nobody expects you to become the new Gryffindor prefect. As you enter your 5th year at Hogwarts, things get complicated: You are trying to focus on your work with your upcoming OWLs, but this is proving hard. You have, to your great surprise, became the new Gryfinndor prefect, along with Lily and Remus. But this is a big responsibility. And you aren't the best with this sort of thing. Your best friend, Lily Evans, is in a dilemma about James Potter and the stupid Marauders are getting all friendly with you all of a sudden. But why? As you try to crawl your way through 5th year without falling for any 'silly' boys, a certain Moony is coming into the picture. Will the Marauders be friends or foes? Will you focus on your OWLs? Or will you fall stupidly in love. Like every other girl in your year. But maybe Remus will be different...maybe the marauders aren't stupid after all... (i wrote this when I was 13 rip it's cringy i am so sorry) ~Cover credit to @SnowxFlake14~

"I'll read it out for you." Anne said, handing the cigarette back to you. "Wanted; for breaking and entering and robbery. Unknown bandit seen leaping from a window of a bank in Kempton, may be walking with a limp from the fall. Suspected to be about 5'8" and stocky build. Should any leads arise please contact local authorities." --- You hadn't even seen him there, obscured in the darkness of night - and it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting anyone to come out back. He startled, stumbling away from where he had been leaning, and your heart leapt into your throat, surprised in the worst way possible. So surprised, that you threw the bag of vegetable scraps at him as a form of self defense. The bag bounced harmlessly against the man's chest and landed on the ground. Your eyes darted to it first, but then up to the man you had thrown it at - taking in his features from the light streaming out of the still-open door. He wasn't too tall, but he had the build of someone who had known a farm life before - broad shoulders and muscle made for work, not show. His clothes were practical, and he carried a pack strapped to his back. It was his face that was the most interesting though - he couldn't have been much older than you, and he looked kind, for lack of a better word. Open, almost.

''I'll turn your software into hardware''

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 2 --- Versailles (proper noun). The argument over the etymology of Versailles tends to privilege the Latin word 'versare', meaning "to keep turning, turn over and over", an expression used in medieval times for plowed lands, cleared lands (lands that had been repeatedly "turned over"). --- He wasn't like any endermen you had seen before - probably because he wasn't fully an enderman. He was tall like an enderman, but that was where the similarity ended. He was split down the middle - half of his skin the same inky black as the twins, the other half a radiant white. His eyes didn't match either - one blood red and the other emerald green. His hair fell in soft waves, almost obscuring his eyes at times, and he kept his head tilted down, his sharp jawline on display. He seemed timid, but that might have just been the situation - anyone behind bars would likely hang their head.

What did I think about my life? It's cool, it's great, and I loved living in a tiny house with no air conditioning in London with my very sweet, very sarcastic cousin. Why would you ask? I mean, sure everyone kept saying, "1972 is your year, (Y/N)!" But I didn't believe it until recently. I had began to get these strange powers. I was a magical Crayon with the weird ability to change the color of anything I chose. I needed to figure out how to control it, or find someone who could teach me. A strange feeling told me to go to Cairnholm, a tiny little area in Wales, and I had nothing better to do. So, now I was off to get weird diseases, find out more about this 'chromokinesis' stuff and maybe fall in love. Didn't matter what order, as long as I had fun on the way, right? Right?? Final word count: 136,416

RICH KIDS SERIES: BOOK TWO It's different here now. The halls no longer echo with laughter and chatter, and the portraits trade long glances. A shadow of death has taken residence overnight, casting the castle in gloom. It feels awfully like home. You despise it. -- In which a group of Slytherins - kids - are trying to survive a struggle between their pasts and the present without being ripped apart.

COMPLETED - UNDER VERY SLOW EDITING (edited chapters have ☆☆) "I despise you, Sirius Black." "No, no you don't." ☆☆☆ (Y/n) (l/n): the living, breathing example of a perfect Slytherin. A pureblood from a wealthy family, an A-grade student, a sworn rival to the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and a close friend of Regulus Black. Her sixth year at Hogwarts was expected to be just that: perfect. But throw in a project and a match made in hell, and (y/n) is stuck working with the infamous Sirius Black. (Y/n) had her last years at Hogwarts planned to her liking, but with the Marauders around, of course, nothing ever goes as expected. To think it all started because of a project... ☆☆☆ Slytherin female reader The art used in the cover belongs to @fircbolt on IG. Permission was asked to use 250,000+ words

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK THREE --- What a wonderful little secret this was though. If you hadn't been able to follow the signs you would have never found it - a real travesty. Everything you could possibly need resided here in some form or another - feverfew sprang up in little bunches from the ground, accompanied by echinacea. Gingko trees around the place offered their leaves down to you in little bundles. If you hadn't known better, you would have thought someone had planted it all here... A rustle from the bushes behind you stopped your train of thought in its track, sending a shiver of panic down your spine. Your hand withdrawing from the bundle of milk thistle it had been about to grab, you slowly turned, mind filling with all a matter of wild animals that could be lurking in this wood. A pair of soft brown eyes peered out from one of the clumps of brush, staring directly at you.

Y/N Potter is going into her sixth year at Hogwarts. Her and her twin brother James Potter have always been the star Gryffindors. They were known for acting recklessly. Somehow Y/N finds herself in a silent war with Regulus Black. The tension is building and feelings are rising. These are not my characters! All of these characters belong to JK Rowling except for Y/N. Also I do not support JK Rowling whatsoever. Support the books not the author! That's all! "Regulus didn't seem to notice. He was looking right at me the entire time. The slightest smile was lasting on his face. With even just this look he gave me, I knew this man would make me happier than I've ever been. "

You were one of the first people to arrive in the piano room - probably because your form room had been so close by. The room was empty when you walked in, so you just made your way to the back of the room, sitting down at one of the pianos near the window. There were no desks in the room besides for the teacher, only keyboards lined up in rows facing the front of the room. You set your books down under the piano, not knowing where else to put them, and sat down, fiddling with the hem of your shirt in your hands as you waited. You would have much preferred for at least the teacher to be in the room - sitting by yourself was not really what you wanted to be doing. You turned your attention to the window in the room, absently watching a couple of songbirds dart in an out of a small shrub while you waited. Hopefully someone else would get here soon and it wouldn't be so stiflingly silent- "Oh. Hello." Your head snapped back to the front of the room to see a boy standing there, hovering awkwardly just inside the door. He was rather short, and his arms wrapped around his books in a hug. You wouldn't have noticed him in the hallway if you had passed him - his height combined with brown hair and brown eyes made him the sort of person that would just blend in to a crowd. He didn't look particularly mean though, so you just tried for a smile. "That's my seat." He said, still hovering by the door.