What happens when Remus is tired of the Marauders and leaves them?. He bonds with certain Slytherins that evoke some nasty feelings( 'cough' jealousy) in the Griffindors especially Padfoot. Would James' rotten tomato of a brain understand his true feelings to wards a particular Slytherin.

{COMPLETED} "I'm the Prankster. I'm the best of the best, Potter. I always will be." Chrysalis Adams. Beautiful, arrogant, cocky, the Prankster. Sometimes it's nice to let lose, have fun. Chrysalis Adams does that more than the usual human. Chrysalis Adams likes to have fun. Perhaps too much fun. At the age of eleven, Chrysalis Adams created her identity. Marsha Grey. She went to Hogwarts as Marsha, and saw the drastic difference it is to be famous. She was bullied. Pranked. And then it all went uphill, as she told everyone. But it quickly goes downhill from there. "Chrysalis Adams was one of those girls you could really depend on. She was honest, loyal, brave.. I regret the fight we had. I can't believe that it happened to her, of all people." -James Potter, fifth year. The Prankster has been found. *~*~*~*~* *I do not own Harry Potter or any artwork and/or pictures I use for covers. All credit goes to original owners.*

❝𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴. ❞ -𝘛𝘰𝘮𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘚𝘭𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯 ↳𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘝𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩. 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝖾: 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 "𝖲𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖲𝗉𝗈𝗍", 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒.

John Watson thirty-two years old wasted his entire life with failing dates with women. Until someone simply told him that he was gay. Published DEC 2016 A Johnlock fanfiction ~ Johnlock ~ Johnlock AU ~ Started writing 6 december 2016 and finished the story 17 April 2017

Finn Lynch lives a quiet, tranquil life in a rural village in the mountains. Her life may lack spontaneity and excitement, but at least it's peaceful. And if it's a little lonely too, then she can't complain too much - she's still happy, after all. When her uncle asks her to house a defector from the magical war he's involved in, Finn agrees reluctantly despite her concerns that the presence of Regulus Black in her home will disrupt the careful peace she's been cultivating for years. Nothing could prepare her for what an insufferable prick he is. [marauders era] [regulus black x muggle oc] [enemies to lovers] ** updates on wednesdays **

Y/n wakes up in a strange, different place unaware of her previous ventures. Her brain scrambled she tries to fit in. Only remembering her name, meeting new people may be difficult. Then she meets him. 'God, the hatred I have for that man is tiring.' 'In the end, it was down to us. Although the hatred we had for eachother I'll always love you, y/n.' Gally x Reader Fanfic || 1st book of my trilogy || CHARACTERS DONT BELONG TO ME!! (ONLY Y/N) Most of the scenes belong to me, others don't. A/N - Authors note Y/n- Your name *SMUT, ANGST WARNING* Y/n- Stawberry, blonde hair. Whatever eye color you want. Long hair. Bubbly, persistent personality. Started- 2/4/22 Finished- 22/4/22 30,000+ words #1 gallyxreader - 1/5/22 #1 tmrfanfic - 2/6/22 #1 fanmade - 5/6/22 #1 storyplot - 6/6/22 #1 thomas - 11/6/22 #1 gally - 20/5/22 #1 distopian - 2/9/22 #1 tmrgally - 1/2/23 #1 willpoulter - 16/4/23 #1 glade - 22/4/23 #1 mazerunner - 31/1/24

John hates the idea of soulmates. The scar covered, cursive writing of the word 'Willaim' haunts him with childhood trauma made worse by his experiences from the war. Sherlock has always denied his ability to love. The name on his wrist the only reminder that he can. When he meets John Watson he believes he may have found the only person who could make him more human. But how can he know when John won't show his soulmates name to anyone, ever.

*~COMPLETE~* Detective Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson are renting an apartment from the protonate landlady Beatrice Hudson. What they aren't ready for is when Beatrice's daughter Portia is back from finishing school and meets her mother's new tenants. Among getting a job at the local flower cart in the market with her friend, Portia had noticed Sherlock Holmes watching her and making sure she is safe. Which will be needed with Mycroft Holmes, his brother shows up. I do not own any character from any Sherlock Holmes book. I only own my original character. This is a time period piece My Sherlock Holmes is based on Henry Cavill

Y/N Y/L/N is a female assasin for the Britisch Government. Before she started working for the government she had an carreer as detective, this is were she met Sherlock Holmes. They became what you can call ''Best Friends''. But one of them must have had their fingers crossed

Five slammed his butter knife into the table, not breaking eye contact with their father, unable to see everyone's horrified stares. Y/n tore her eyes away from him to the knife that had landed not far from her hand. "I have a question." Five stated bitterly, letting go of the knife that jutted out of the table. "Knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules. No talking during mealtimes. You are interrupting Herr Carlson." Reginald dismissed turning back to his meal. Their father's unwillingness to listen or care made Five's blood boil. He pushed his plate away and turned back to their father. "I want to time travel." Five demanded threateningly. Their father looked at him unalarmed at his outburst. "No." He said, no longer entertained by the matter not that he shown he was before. Just him replying to Five was enough for everyone to feel shocked. "But I'm ready. I've been practicing my spatial jumps, just like you said." Five argued appearing beside their father. "See?" He gestured to himself as proof. Reginald didn't even look up from his plate, unamazed with Five's gift. "A spatial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel. One is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn." Reginald said waving a hand. Everyone went back to their meals and Five looked angrily at them before locking eyes with Y/n, who gave him a pleading look. She hoped he would just sit down before the situation escalated. "Well, I don't get it." Five mumbled. "Hence the reason you're not ready." Reginald replied. "I'm not afraid." Five countered. "Fear isn't the issue. The effects it might have on your body, even on your mind, are far too unpredictable. Now, I forbid you to talk about this anymore." Reginald said turning to Five. Five shook his head before turning to run. "Number Five!" Y/n quickly stood going after him. "Number Eight!"