Harry never knew his Father James Potter had a little sister. That he had other options besides living with the extremely vile Dursley family. Where Eleanor Potter becomes a professor at Hogwarts, beginning her journey in protecting her nephew.

Alya Calden was raised wild - island waves, magic mischief, and eight overprotective brothers. She never needed saving. Until her past found her first... She's the hidden niece of Sirius Black. Now transferred to Hogwarts from Castelobruxo, Alya is torn between a prophecy she can't outrun, The "Promise" to get married to the man she hates and a boy who sees right through her walls - Fred Weasley. But fate is cruel. And love is dangerous. Now Alya must choose: The girl who was promised? Or the girl who decides her own fate? 💔 Forbidden love. Abusive betrothal. Slytherin fire. 🌊 Island roots. Black family secrets. Magic, prophecy, danger. The Crow family. 🔥 And one girl powerful enough to burn it all down. ⸻ ⚠️ Mature Content Warning: This story contains 18+ language, smut, dark themes, and emotional/physical abuse. Each chapter will include trigger warnings where appropriate. Please read responsibly. ______ Disclaimer: All characters, settings, and concepts belong to their respective creators and rights holders, except for Alya Calden, who is my original character.

"He was the apple she could never have. And she? She was the temptation he couldn't resist." ~~~~~ The Battle of Hogwarts was meant to be Fred Weasley's end - until a stranger in black silk and serpent eyes pulled him back from the edge of death. Eve Snape. Daughter of the man he hates more than Voldemort himself. Severus Snape She's a walking sin with lips that lie, hips that command, and a voice like velvet poison. She was raised to manipulate, destroy, and charm with a single breath. Men fall to their knees for her. But Fred? He's the only one she can't have. And Eve... She wants him more because of it. What starts as loathing spirals into obsession - violent touches, dangerous games, stolen glances that threaten to ruin them both. But under the lust hides scars. Secrets. And a war that never really ended. Until one truth changes everything: What begins with hate burns into something unholy. A game of control. Power. Lust. And something deeper neither of them dare name. ~~~~~ ⚠️ MATURE CONTENT | READ AT YOUR OWN RISK This story includes: 🔞 Explicit smut / dark sexual content 🔪 Violence, emotional & physical abuse 💔 Dubious consent / sexual assault themes 🖤 Obsession, trauma, and toxic love 🔥 Forbidden attraction, war fallout, broken characters 18+ ONLY. Not for the faint of heart. ~~~~~ 📜 DISCLAIMER: All original Harry Potter characters, world, and settings belong to J.K. Rowling. Only Eve Snape, Dante Snape, Tobias Snape, and any other non-canon characters are my own creations. This is a work of fan fiction made for entertainment purposes only.

"You fucking hate him." she snarled to her reflection sternly, "You hate him. You hate him. You hate him." She hated that the more she said it aloud, the more wrong it felt on her lips. _ Deep in the history of the Wizarding World, buried for centuries, there is the story of an ancient connection said to tie the souls, bodies and minds of two people. Nothing like the split of a soul into parts, more of two souls fashioned from the same piece of root magic, like calling to like. One in the same, two sides of the same coin. A fold. Soulties they were called, and those that were bound were known as the Soultied. But they were meant to be only legend, haven't been seen in hundreds of years. So what is to happen when the prophecy of the Chosen Ones is set in motion and two people, born on opposite sides of a war, fated to be enemies discover they are in fact real, and even worse, they are bound together for eternity, mind and body. (Helped edit and feed ideas by the lovely @lilbeanwrites, author of Powerful is Her Name)

A few years after the Second Wizarding War, Holly Potter takes her godson and walks away from the British wizarding world. Seeking a fresh start, she relocates to the troubled city of Gotham-where fate leads her into the arms of a man who has faced death and lived to tell the tale.

When great power arises, so does its burden. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ Cassiopea Black was never really a child, she held within her soul, something greater than wizardry could explain. A child weaponised, tortured, and empowered, a blade forged in cold starfire in ways only the noble house of Black could conceive Yet destiny has a way of bending even the most carefully crafted monsters, once they meet the sun. Because James Potter was everything she could never be, golden where she was carved in midnight, reckless where she was restrained, warm-hearted in all the places she had been frozen. a boy who carried the sun in his smile, ... but she was the forbidden constellation he should have never tried to name. Every rule, every expectation, every whispered doctrine said they were opposites, destined to orbit but never collide. And yet collide they did, like stars shattering against each other's gravity. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ "Love.. what a pathetic excuse for weakness" ♡ James Potter x OC A Marauders Era fanfiction

𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐄 ❝ 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊, 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒆 ❞ 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐨𝐜 𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐚! 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝟔- 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐯𝐫.

(Female Harry Potter/Star Wars) Callisia Potter had been told her entire life that there was nothing that could be done and she had simply accepted it. She accepted that she had to go back to the Dursley's every summer, she accepted that Dumbledore knew best when he stopped her friends from writing to her, she accepted that the ministry was printing lies and refusing the truth, she accepted that some people didn't want to accepted that Voldemort was back, she accepted that Cedric was died and it was her fault for not being quicker that night, she accepted that year after year she would face life-threatening dangers. Callisia had long since accepted the hand she had been dealt, accepted that there was nothing she could do about it. But when Sirius fell in the Department of Mysteries, Callisia couldn't accept it, she refused to accept it. She had already lost her parents, she wouldn't lose her godfather too. So when Sirius fell, Callisia jumped after him. She followed him through the veil and ended up in a strange place, with stranger people who spoke an even stranger language.

Azalea was no stranger to being summoned, to having others pray to her, and be giving offerings to her in exchange for aid, care or assurances. Yet when Robb Stark, son of Winterfell, summoned her, she would admit that she was surprised with the use of blood during the summoning, no one in Westeros had used blood to summon her in centuries, the faith of the seven heavily disproved of such things and the North hadn't partook in the act for many cycles. She was even more confused to have found the boy not in the Northern Kingdom, nor summoning her by way of Winterfell's great Weirwood tree as the Stark's of past had done in their times of need, but instead he was in the Whispering Woods of the Riverlands, and it appeared as if he was occupied with a bloody battle. But a summons was a summons, and Azalea had never turned away from those in need before.

--On Hiatus-- Hope can exist in many forms, it could be as captivating as a supernova or humble as candle flame, as loud as thunder or as quiet as a whispering wind, it could be a storming sea or gentle rain. But there is always hope, whether it was a loud roar or a single mutter, there was always hope. Kali Potter was no stranger to having hope throughout the worst of situation. Hope was what get her through the war, hope that good would win, hope that Voldemort would be defeated, hope that she wouldn't lose everyone she loved because of a man so twisted by his selfish and fear driven desires and his group of bigoted Zealots. Hope had been a gentle and quiet companion through the war, and it would once again accompany her, over twelve years after their victory at Hogwarts, when the world fell.