❝ 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄. 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. ❞ ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ it was december 30th, 1979, when the black-lestrange couple received unexpected news: bellatrix was pregnant. in their own way, of course - they had truly loved each other, but they had never spoken about children. and, within the silence of their home, that news ended up cracking something between them. rodolphus lestrange was more frightened than he ever wanted to admit. he had been raised to become the perfect death eater. loyalty, pure blood, war: that had always been the only path meant for him. but deep down, in a part of himself he never showed anyone, there was still something human left. and that part of him, for a moment, truly wished to see that child be born. bellatrix, instead, already belonged to something else. contrary to what people said, she had married for real love. but bellatrix black was not made to be a mother. she was made for war, for dark magic, for her dark lord. motherhood could not belong to her. and it never would. she tried to get rid of the child. bur the tiny embryo refused to disappear. inexplicably, it remained there. stubborn. alive. and the pregnancy was carried to term anyway. but that choice would mark the child's destiny forever.

Being best friends with Fred Weasley means three things: detention, chaos and zero peace. Florence has survived years of pranks, secret passages and being dragged into trouble she definitely didn't plan. Fred is loud, reckless, impossible to say no to, and somehow he's also her safest place. Then fifth year hits, and everything feels different. Laughs last longer. Glances mean more. And Florence realises the worst possible thing she could ever realise: she's falling for her best friend. A boy who flirts with everyone, fears nothing, and would never, ever feel the same. Content Warning: This story contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content. "Since when did you get wise?" Fred shrugs. "Watching someone you care about come frighteningly close to not getting back up again tends to rearrange your priorities." I glance back at him then-and something in his expression softens, like he's relieved I'm still here, still talking, still breathing. "And just for the record," he adds, tone easy, almost offhand, though his eyes are anything but, "if a Dementor so much as drifts in your direction again, I'll personally see it launched into the lake." I can't stop the small laugh that escapes me. "You really think you can single-handedly protect me from every dangerous thing in the world?" "I'd bloody well try." I lift my eyes to his, properly this time. It's only then that I realise how close he is-how his whole focus is fixed entirely on me like nothing else in the room matters. And something aches in my chest-sharp and soft all at once. The kind of ache that reminds you you're alive. That you've survived worse. That maybe you're allowed moments like this. Highest Rankings: #1 in fredweasley #5 in fredandgeorge #5 in harrypotterfanfiction #10 in gryffindor All characters belong to J.K. Rowling except for the original ones created by me.

Y/N is the kind of girl who knows how to disappear in plain sight. He's the kind of boy who turns a hallway into a stage. Fred Weasley has never been curious about what Slytherins hide behind their smirks... until Y/N makes him wonder what it would feel like to be let in after all those years. In a year of tightening rules and looming fear, their rivalry changes shape: from sharp words to shared glances, from jokes to protection, from "we shouldn't" to "this is real." A Gryffindor and a Slytherin. A Lion and a Serpent. A secret that keeps growing teeth. And a kind of mischief that turns gilded when it becomes real. Canon set | PoA onwards... 💚 Mature Themes

"Whatever memories and moments define who you are or who you want to be, this one was among his." _ The second Sarah McCauley stepped over the threshold of the Burrow, bruised arm and heart, she knew it would become a special place to her. The second she met the Weasleys, she knew they will become the people she cares most for. It didn't take long to realize the twins had met their match. From that moment started a never-ending whirlwind of chases, play fights and bickering, building up to forming a formidable trio. All the while she and Fred, her best friend also Co-Trouble-Maker-in-Chief, slowly fall for each other. Falling for their best friend. What could be more idiotic? As if another complication was needed. Time goes by and the mystery surrounding her past and that dreadful Halloween night still fills her heart. What happened that led up to that night? That night that left her marooned on the wooden floor. And what will happen now that winds of war come about once again? _ unbelievably grateful to have been rated #1 for fred #2 for fredweasley #3 for orderofthephoenix #2 for fredseasleyfanfiction #4 for weasleys #3 for fredweasleyfanfic Some characters are originals and owned by me, such as Sarah McCauley, her parents, Alexander Zeal and Selena Collins and some brief additions. The Harry Potter characters are intellectual property of JK Rowling. _ Story start: May 6, 2023 Story end: December 4th, 2023

She retracted her hand from my grasp, and placed it against my cheek delicately instead. "I'm sure, I'm just worried I won't be good. I've never," she bit her lip. I chuckled lightly, pulling her body over so that it laid ontop of mine. A small gasp left her lips as she felt the stiff buldge of my cock rest directly underneath her heat. "Anything you do will be perfect, baby. This is all for your purpose, we'll learn each other's preferences as we go." She sent me a small thankful smile, before pulling her body off of mine, and perched herself between my legs. "May I?" She asked for consent, gesturing cutely to the sweatpants and boxers I wore. I smirked cheekily at her, lifting my hips in response to aid her. ~~~ Ophelia Russell was Hufflepuff's innocent sweetheart. She was incredibly smart, very welcoming, and extremely pretty. But entirely inexperienced in all things that came with 'relationships.' When she overhears a conversation between one of the Weasley twins and a professor about failing a class, she can't help but make a proposition for him. Study Lessons for Relationship Lessons. ♡ Mature!! There will be sexual scenes without warning! Short story, and not entirely focused on the actual plot of Harry Potter so don't yell at me. ♡ Lessons In Life is now COMPLETE. I plan on editing later and fixing a few small plot holes that exist. Don't yell at me, I'm fragile.

When Eleanor was taken in by the Ministry of Magic, the entirety of her life switched up in a matter of days. She lost everything she'd known: her family, her locked-in-a-castle lifestyle, and her one and only friend. For someone who'd never experienced magic, Hogwarts was mortifying as much as it was a breath of fresh air. At first, it was challenging. Eleanor had abilities that the other students didn't display. She could hear things they couldn't, and the world became too loud. Lucky for her, she had a voice to navigate her through it. As the possibility of war looms over Hogwarts, Eleanor finds comfort in Fred Weasley, alongside his equally crazy brother. But the wizarding world is in danger, and Eleanor doesn't quite realise that she and her unique abilities are in danger too. --- "Someone's getting greedy," I teased. "That's no way to talk to the birthday boy," he pouted. I pecked his puffed-out lips, temporarily shutting him up. "Can we make out now?" --- 22.03.2026 #2 weasleytwins #1 fredweasleysmut #29 fredweasley --- TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of abuse, death, graphic fight scenes, smut

Fred Weasley was a notorious prankster, him and his twin were always up to no good-setting off fireworks in corridors, charming suits of armor to sing, and leaving the entire castle wondering what chaos would come next. He was loud, impossible to ignore, and somehow always smiling. Eliana Fawn was the opposite. A Gryffindor known more for her silence than her bravery, Eliana kept to the edges of rooms with a book in hand and thoughts she never quite said out loud. She was clever-quietly brilliant, actually-but preferred observation over attention. Which made absolutely no sense as to why Fred Weasley had decided she was his new favorite target. It starts with teasing. Little comments, lingering grins, him showing up where he shouldn't be-always with that look like he knows something she doesn't. Eliana finds him insufferable. Distracting. Entirely too much. Fred, on the other hand, finds her fascinating. What begins as annoyance turns into something softer-quieter. The jokes don't stop, but they change. Less about the laugh, more about her. And somewhere between the arguments, the stolen glances, and the moments where he's suddenly not joking at all, Eliana realizes the boy who fills every room might be the only one who truly sees her. He's chaos. She's stillness. He falls first. She refuses to. And somehow, between pranks and almost-confessions, they meet somewhere in the middle. - Slow burn x Enemies to Lovers This story does not follow any specific timeline of the movies or books and Voldemort was killed in the first wizarding war. In this story the Golden Trio are a year younger get than the twins and Ginny is two years younger. Any chapters containing mature content will have a warning at the beginning of the chapter. All non-original characters belong to JK Rowling

SHE'S THE THIRD TWIN-without the red hair or the last name. Quick-witted, fiercely loyal, and a menace with a wand, Carys Delling has spent six years as Fred and George Weasley's ride-or-die. Detention buddies. Business partners. Chaos co-conspirators. They're the kind of inseparable that makes people wonder how many lines have already been crossed. But Carys knows the rules. Best friends don't fall in love-especially not with Fred Weasley. Especially not when he's always looking at someone else. So she keeps the truth buried under jokes and jinxes, pretending her heart doesn't race when he grins at her like she's the only person in the room. She tells herself this is enough. That being by his side, even if he never sees her that way, is worth the ache in her chest. But feelings don't stay quiet forever. Not when Hogwarts is changing, the future is closing in, and Fred-reckless, brilliant Fred-is starting to look at her a little differently. Like maybe he's been missing something that's been right there all along. Carys Delling doesn't lose. Not at Quidditch. Not in a prank war. And definitely not at love. So why does this feel like falling?

"𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶... 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘷𝘦." Elodie Florence and Fred Weasley started out as friends. Really, they had. I mean, if you had seen Fred through his pink mohawk phase, you wouldn't want to fall in love with him either. But as slithering serpents and long-lost fathers reveal themselves within the walls of Hogwarts, so does a newfound affection for her best friend. Every last piece of my heart goes out to those who take the time to read my words. (warning for foul language, violence, alcohol use, and sexual references-not smut) ~started 11/16/20 and finished 3/24/21~ #2 in georgeweasley on 1/29/21 #1 in witchesandwizards on 2/6/21 #1 in theweasleys on 4/13/21 #1 in snapesdaughter on 4/10/21 #2 in friendstolovers on 6/10/21 #1 in pranks on 6/9/21