˗ˏˋ 'ˎ˗ Zora Krum has spent all her life in the shadow of her cousin Viktor. Raised in a traditional Bulgarian family more concerned with finding her a husband than supporting her Quidditch ambitions, she hides her frustration and anger behind a sharp tongue and bold heart. Oliver Wood's final year at Hogwarts means only one thing: winning the InterHouse Cup. Quidditch-obsessed and oblivious to what happens around him, he seems to be good at one thing only-keeping the Quaffle out of his goal. Zora and Oliver have known each other for years, their known rivalry is born from summers spent at an elite Quidditch camp in France. She lives to get under his skin. He can't stand how good she is at it. But when she arrives at Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament, everything shifts. She's determined to prove she's more than just Viktor's cousin and he's determined to achieve his goal. As the pressure on Zora grows and Oliver tries to fight his distraction, everything gets messy when they fall into something neither of them can ignore- feelings they've both been avoiding. Or in which two rivals collide and the game is no longer just about Quidditch. ˗ˏˋ 'ˎ˗ #1 in oliverwoodfanfiction #1 in viktorkrum #1 in oliverwood #1 in gryffindor

"You're Bellatrix's daughter." "Isn't that unfortunate for the both of us?" At Hogwarts, names are everything. And Elara Lestrange wears hers like a curse. She knows how to disappear. She's been doing it her whole life - in shadows, behind her name, between the pages of stories that always end in ash. And George Weasley is everything she was taught to despise. But war is a patient thing. And hatred makes a strangely faithful companion - until it doesn't. How many times can you say goodbye before it counts as love?

Two Weasleys. One girl with a wicked tongue. And a secret buried beneath her skin. Roseanne Sinclair never believed in fairytales. Her childhood was stitched together with bruises and her smile hardened into armor. She always thought the hardest battles were fought with a wand. But the past she tried to bury is clawing its way back, and it's more dangerous than anything she's ever faced. When Fred and George Weasley start to unravel her defenses, the flirtation feels harmless at first, just playful banter between friends. But something darker is stirring beneath Rose's carefully constructed walls-a twisted magic she can't escape, an ancient power rooted in her past, and a sigil she can't hide. The more they try to pull her in, the more her secrets claw to the surface. A mark on her skin, an ancient power, and a ritual that demands sacrifice-she can feel the chains tightening. If she doesn't fight back, the price will be her life. But the cost of escape might be even worse.