𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑜 𝑅𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 | 𝑠𝑚𝑢̈𝑡 "Mine. Completely fucking mine, understood?" She never really knew him, even though he knew her like the back of his hand. - photo: @maiazlife (pinterest)

Dark marks. Bad decisions. Violent loyalty. They were never good people. Just loyal ones. A group of Slytherins forced to survive missions, obsession, jealousy, addiction, betrayal, and each other while slowly realising love can become just as dangerous as war. Everyone at Hogwarts thinks survival looks heroic. It doesn't. It looks like bruised knuckles, fractured loyalty, sleepless nights, dangerous relationships, psychological tension, and people coming back wrong. Somewhere between chaos, violence, devotion, and the terrifying things people do for the ones they can't lose, they stop recognising the people they're becoming. Especially Emillia Franjic.

Brendan Clearly. He was the lad I liked since I was barely out of pigtails, the one who never slagged me off when the rest of the boys thought it was gas. He was different. Always smiling, always asking me if I'd eaten, like some little mammy trapped in a seventeen-year-old fella's body. It sounds stupid, but those tiny things kept me going. And then I went and wrecked it. Not just with him-no, I managed to shatter it with all of them. My friends, the ones who made the halls feel less lonely, the ones who kept me tethered here when the world felt too heavy. Gone. Because of me. Just a mistake, that's all it was, but a mistake that cost me everything. And now when I see him across the yard, laughing with the others, it's like a knife. He doesn't even look my way. And I deserve that, don't I? *** Caoimhe Kavanagh. Once upon a time she was my best mate. The kind of girl you'd sit on a wall with for hours, talking about nothing and everything. She was soft, kind, never the type to go looking for trouble. But now? I hardly recognise her. She's gone cold, sharp, always hanging 'round with that crowd-the type of people you know are only bad news. Ciggies tucked in their sleeves, mouths full of poison. And she's right there in the middle of it, like she belongs to them now. Part of me wants to write her off, tell myself she's not the Caoimhe I knew. That girl's dead and gone. But... I can't. I remember too much. The way she used to laugh, the way she'd defend you even when you were being a gobshite, the way she cared more than she ever let on. That's still inside her, I swear it is. I don't care how hard she tries to hide behind the mask she's wearing now-I know my friend is in there somewhere. And I'll drag her back if I have to. Because she's worth it.

✔︎ remeber when your lost in the darkness - look for the light. ✵

VERA HOLLAND learned early that trust should never come easy. Her last name carries weight, and with it, expectations she never asked for. She's sarcastic and rough around the edges . Shes blunt, sharp, and unapologetic. Attitude is her armor, and she wears it well. AJ LYNCH is charming, reckless, and always one step ahead of trouble. Nothing about him seems serious, but that's mostly an act. He hides his real thoughts behind sweet words and easy grins, letting the world believe he doesn't care enough for anything to hurt him. Vera doesn't know what to expect when she starts working for Joey Lynch, the man she's been warned away from her entire life. She definitely doesn't expect his loud-mouthed, infuriating son to get under her skin. But secrets linger between their families, and the closer AJ gets to breaking down her walls, the more dangerous everything becomes.

Rory Kavanagh. The best rugby player Tommen has ever seen-well, besides his da, obviously. Johnny Kavanagh. The Johnny Kavanagh. Our parents are basically joint at the hip, best mates since they were kids. And naturally, me and Rory just... became mates too. That's the deal. That's what we said we'd be. Friends. Right? Friends. But like-come on. Have you seen him? His abs? That man has a six-pack like he's sculpted from marble. His hair? Brown and silky, like-like a shampoo ad or somethin'. And those eyes? The kind of blue that makes you forget your own name. I swear to God, I'm not even being dramatic. So yeah... maybe I've a teeny, tiny, miniscule crush on him. Can you blame me? No. No, you can't. I won't hear it. But I'm not saying a thing. No way. What if he just laughs? That'd kill me. So for now, I'll just pretend I don't stare at him for longer than is normal when he talks. For now, it's just friendship. Grand. ...But what if he does feel the same? *** Bethany Gibson. Jaysus. She's been my best friend since we were in playschool, like actually since nappies. She's pure chaos-loud, mad, always in trouble for something-but I wouldn't change a thing about her. Not one thing. She's class. Gorgeous too. Not just like "oh she's grand," no-proper gorgeous. Her blonde curls bounce when she laughs, and I swear it's like the sun's just following her around. Her eyes? Silver. Like not even grey-silver, like a flipping fairy or something. Every time she looks at me, I forget what I was saying. Which is not ideal when you're trying to seem normal, right? I've fancied her since I was about seven. Maybe six. But what am I supposed to do? Tell her? What if she just laughs and goes, "Ah you're gas," and then pats me on the head like I'm some lost puppy? I'd actually evaporate from shame. But then again... what if she does like me back? What if all this time I was too scared to see it?

" 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆? " " 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒎...𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰'𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑? " ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʏ ʙᴜʀɪᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀᴛ ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛꜱ -ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ. [Slow burn | Banter | Strangers to enemies to lovers | yearning | complicated | jealousy ] 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐎𝐂 (𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 ) Rankings: #1 theodorenott #1 pureblood #1 wizardingworld #1Theodore #1 Bellatrix Lestrange #1 Lestrange #1 Draco #1 Voldemort

An academic rival to lovers story! Theodore Nott x oc ⋆｡°✩ Astrea Black, the daughter of Andromeda Black, cousin to Draco Malfoy. She's your typical nose-stuck-in-a-book goody-two-shoes, but just like any typical Slytherin, she has a major soft spot for causing trouble and partying. ⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹ Theodore Nott, the stereotypical bad boy Slytherin with a knack for fighting who all the girls in his grade swooned for. Though troublesome, Theo buried his head into his studies due to his determination to beat one specific classmate who has always excelled better than him in every class they shared. ⋆｡°✩ Astrea Black slowly falls for Theodore Notts evenly placed dimples, scattered freckles, deep eyes, and ruffled, messy hair over time without realizing, but one night signifies that he had felt the same for her; if not stronger..... "And even though all I want to do is mope about my own miserable life tragedies, somehow all that can cross my mind is you." ⋆｡°✩ I do not own Harry Potter or ANY of the characters in this story besides Astrea Black! |Theodore Nott x OC| |Universe: Harry Potter| |Warnings: Mature content and language. Slight in-depth descriptions of fist fighting. SEMI-toxic relationship (only for the enemies part of their relationship!)| |All characters are 17-18 in this story| ~~~~ #1 in TheodoreNott #1 in party #1 in astoriagreengrass #1 in thedorenottxreader #6 in Theonott #1 in malfoymanor

"Through anything?" "Through everything." Tadhg Lynch is fire and silence. With a brutal past and a father who taught him fear behind closed doors, Tadhg wears his trauma like armor-sharp, defensive, and unreadable. To most, that is. Nightmares consume him, trust eludes him, and peace is a foreign language he's convinced he would never come close to understanding. He recognizes pain the same way others recognize faces-especially in her. Ciara Bellemore is light dimmed too soon. Graceful and polite on the outside, but broken and dead on the inside. She hides bruises beneath long sleeves and hope beneath whispered prayers. With a mother fading from illness and a home filled with silence and control, Ciara clings to the only comfort she has the knowledge of-angels, feathers, and a belief in something better. When they collide, it's as though fire had met water. An invisible strength kept pulling the other into their orbit-either taunting the other with their presence or showing them what it owes.

"I was adored without asking for it. He was feared without trying. Everyone saw the darkness in Mattheo Riddle - except me. Everyone saw the light in me - except him." Mattheo Riddle x Own Character Content Advisory This story contains mature themes and situations that may not be suitable for all readers, including: depictions of war and its aftermath, grief and emotional trauma, themes of family legacy and abandonment, unplanned pregnancy, childbirth, explicit sexual content, strong language, and occasional use of alcohol. Reader discretion is advised.