the stains that blotched their shirts were different; his from spilled coffee and hers from accidental cigarette burns. however, the stains on their bodies matched so beautifully. the red hickeys ethereally nested on her collarbones blending with the purple love bites trailing up his neck. [r. lupin] [highest: #60 fanfiction, #1 remuslupin] [warning: contains tobacco use & mature references]

After the Volturi threaten the fragile peace of the Cullens once more, Rosalie Hale calls on two old friends: Hermione Granger and Celeste Black, witches from a world still scarred by its own war. Drawn by loyalty, love, and the desperate need to protect Renesmee, Celeste and Hermione cross worlds to stand with the family that once gave them hope. But protecting the child will demand more than magic or strength - it will demand that they face the ghosts of the wars they've already survived. In the heart of battle, old oaths will be tested, new bonds will be forged, and the most dangerous magic of all - love - may be the only thing that can save them. "Ashes and Oaths" is a story of found family, survival, healing, and the fierce love that rises from ruin.

The war was going badly. Hope wore thin, worn down by funerals and betrayals. And Hermione Granger was tired of watching the people she loved die. So she turned to something older than wand magic. Something forbidden. Buried in the bowels of the Black Family Library, there it was: Vinculum Sanguinis. Blood magic-raw, binding, and irreversible. She wasn't summoning a spirit. She was summoning a soul. Regulus Arcturus Black: traitor to Voldemort, presumed dead, drowned by his own mission. The ritual was agony. It called for a drop of her blood, a binding vow, and a name spoken with intent. She gave more than a drop. When the circle of runes lit up with searing gold, and the air crackled like a storm breaking, Regulus appeared-naked, furious, and alive. "You called me," he said. His voice was low and sharp, like a blade drawn in the dark. Hermione collapsed, the toll of the ritual stealing her breath. "We're bound. Soul to soul. You're mine now." His eyes-those same steel-gray Black eyes-narrowed. "And you are mine." Regulus learned quickly. He was colder than Sirius, quieter. But once he understood what had become of the world-what Voldemort had turned into-he didn't hesitate. "We end this," he told her one night. "Not for the Order. Not for Potter. For family." He moved through the shadows. Undetected. Whispers of a third side rose. The war paused. Every living Black turned to him. Even the cursed ones. Even Draco. He didn't speak. He didn't need to. His presence said enough. They followed. He wasn't there for sides. He was there for blood. And anyone threatening Hermione Granger was already marked for death.

Harry Potter was never meant to be in the Triwizard Tournament. But when his name is pulled from the Goblet of Fire, everything begins to unravel-not just the tournament, but the life he's been forced to live. Abandoned by friends, doubted by his mentors, and caged by hidden magical restrictions, Harry finally makes a decision: He's done pretending. No longer the obedient student, no longer the Boy Who Lived under everyone else's control, Harry begins to rewrite the rules. He studies in secret, masters forgotten magics, and allies with unexpected students-particularly from Slytherin. As he walks through fire, faces dragons, dives into freezing lakes, and navigates deadly mazes, Harry forges a new identity: one not defined by prophecy or fame, but by freedom. With Fleur Delacour at his side-not a fantasy, but a fierce, intelligent partner-and Gabrielle as his loyal shadow, Harry's world expands beyond house colors, school walls, and old legacies. This is not the Harry you remember. This is the one who chose to live Unbound. ✅ Powerful, independent Harry ✅ Slytherin friendships, slow-burn romance ✅ Magical theory, creature lore, political rebellion ✅ Found family, emotional growth, no clichés ✅ Canon divergence with meaning and bite

In the final moment before her destruction, Wanda Maximoff " the Scarlet Witch " is pulled into a void beyond time or form. Lost in the abyss of her guilt, a mysterious light touches her... and brings her back. Not to her world, but to another. One where magic is different. Where redemption might take shape: the world of Harry Potter. When a luminous figure " a doe " shows her the memories of a boy abandoned and mistreated by his relatives, Wanda understands her new purpose: to protect Lily Potter's son. Though she doesn't know why she was chosen, she accepts the deal. In exchange for a chance at redemption, she will care for little Harry. But Wanda is no ordinary witch. And this world is not ready for her. From the very first moment on Privet Drive, the Dursleys will feel that something has changed. With power, resolve, and growing compassion, Wanda will face a new destiny. Because this time... no one will touch the boy without facing her. After all, who better to protect the Boy Who Lived... than the Scarlet Witch herself? Author's Disclaimer: This story is loosely inspired by the initial premise of Strange Potter, a work I greatly admire and that served as a creative spark for developing this project. Although the plot, character development, and events are entirely original and distinct, I believe it's only fair to acknowledge that initial influence. Likewise, this is a non-profit fanfic that blends elements from the Marvel and Harry Potter universes, whose rights belong to their respective creators and owners (Marvel/Disney and J.K. Rowling). This work is made with respect and with the intention of paying tribute to these worlds that so many of us have enjoyed.

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore's world will change when he sees that his Wizarding Savior has become someone he once created. Knowing that he has no control over the Wizarding Savior shocks him to the core. The cause behind it all is a beautiful, sweet, damaged Hufflepuff who has the Wizarding Savior wrapped around her fingers.

"I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more?" She read from the small piece of parchment, the sound of the light flickering filling the intense silence. "Isn't it a bit dramatic?" "I'm a Black, what did you expect?" Regulus smirks. "I'm taking your silence as a yes?" She sighed, "Can't believe i'll be spending my early twenties hunting soul pieces and taking care of a baby that isn't mine." The war is just starting all over again, someone had to something about the odd way the darkest wizard of all time suddenly took over their world. 🩵Also in ao3 by auromich, i really do insist of reading it there so you can see the tags and warnings for the story🩵

𝘈𝘥𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴... 𝘪𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵! !!𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬!! (𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞.) ♡ 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘑𝘳 𝘟 𝘈𝘥𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 ♡ *EDITING*

She was never meant to exist in this time. But without her, none of them would have. In the final battle of Hogwarts, a stray curse strikes Hermione Granger's Time Turner, hurling her decades into the past-straight into the heart of the First Wizarding War. Blood-adopted by the Potters and going by the alias Lyra, she finds herself among a generation not yet broken by war: James and Lily, Sirius, Remus... and Regulus Black. As she navigates shifting alliances, manipulates Death Eater politics, and dismantles Horcruxes before they're even made, Hermione refuses to let another generation die for a war they never chose. But rewriting history comes at a cost, and the more she changes, the less room time has for her. Falling for Regulus Black was never part of the plan. Neither was becoming a myth. A story about sacrifice, second chances, and the quiet power of choosing peace. Because not every hero is remembered-some are erased to make room for the lives they saved.

Anastasia Gaunt has always known her place-silent, obedient, a perfect Black in everything but name. But when Sirius runs away, she is the one left to suffer the consequences. To keep her in line, her family binds her to Tom Riddle-brilliant, untouchable, and utterly obsessed with her. At Hogwarts, she keeps her mask intact, her composure unshaken. Until James Potter starts paying attention. He should be nothing more than an arrogant Gryffindor with a hero complex, but he sees through her carefully crafted indifference. And that makes him dangerous. War is coming. Lines are being drawn. And Anastasia is running out of time. Trapped between the monster who owns her and the boy who refuses to look away, she must decide whether to play her part-or shatter the illusion before it's too late.