„𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." I was always Harry Potter's shadow. The extra kid. The freak. The mistake they never talked about. He got the scar, I got the silence. He tried to protect me, but even my Brother couldn't fight whispers and stares. So I learned to fight back. To stand alone. Long before the ring burned itself into my skin. Long before the chamber showed me things I was never meant to see. Visions. Bloodlines. Names erased on purpose. Allies hiding where light doesn't reach. But maybe it took him, to really show me that I'm not weak. Mattheo Riddle. Voldemort's son. Cold eyes, cold heart. A killer before breakfast if he feels like it. They say his bloodline's cursed. Forbidden, doomed to rot itself out. Maybe that curse is a myth. Maybe it's the way the ring reacts when he's near. Maybe it's me for wanting him anyway. He's the monster in every bedtime story. But he belongs to me. ------ Hey everyone 🤍 Thank you so, so much for taking the time to read my story. It honestly means more to me than I can put into words. I'd really love to hear what you think, whether it's thoughts, feelings, theories, or just a quick comment. Knowing how the story makes you feel keeps me going. If you feel like voting, that would mean a lot too and helps the story reach more readers. Sending you all so much love, and thank you for being here ୨ৎ #𝟏 mattheoriddle - 𝟶𝟹/𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟼

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 "𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮" 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐈𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐬, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞 ⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ Harry stared at the ground, "I don't think I feel about you the way I feel about Ron or Hermione." Y/n's eyes searched his face, as if deciding whether he was brave or foolish. Harry swallowed. "I like you. I think I have for a while. I just didn't know what to do with it." Two souls separated by tragedy, brought together by fate. Harry Potter, the Boy who lived and Y/n Lupin, shared that same night of tragedy. Raised apart, they grow into strangers bound by a mysterious connection, their fates slowly pulling themselves together. Let us go through their journey at Hogwarts, magic and the shadows of a dark past awaits. Because some destinies are not chosen. They are Fated..... 【Harry Potter x Female Reader】 This is a Slow Burn. ⋆⭒˚.⋆ Tʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs... ˚Swearing ˚Mild violence (death) ˚Mixture of Book and Movie plot ˚Death ˚Slow-burn ˚Angst ⋆⭒˚.⋆ 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒 : 𝐓𝐏𝐒 - 𝐃𝐇 ɪ ꜱᴏʟᴇᴍɴʟʏ ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀ THIS IS A WORK OF FAN-FICTION. I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. I ONLY OWN Y/N Lupin, Emily, Charlie and Edward Harrington and Evelyn Lupin Harry Potter characters, names are related to J.K. Rowling.

Navier Phoenix Black siempre ha tenido una vida resuelta, o al menos eso era lo que pensaba la gente que le veía. La chica era miembro de una de las familias más adineradas de Gran Bretaña, poseía una belleza única y era buena con la magia. Desgraciadamente, no todo es como se muestra a las personas. Sus abuelos maternos, una pareja de ancianos conservadores, quienes se ocuparon con ella desde bebé. Ellos mantenían un gran resentimiento hacia su nieta, por el simple hecho que le atribuían a ella la muerte de su hija (la madre de Navier). De todas formas, no todo era malo en la vida de la chica Black. Su tío era una de las mejores personas paradas sobre la tierra, un amor de hombre que visitaba a su sobrina de vez en cuando, haciendo sus días mejores. Además, Navier tenía muchos amigos en Hogwarts, personas que le enseñaron a mostrar sus sentimientos, y no ser una criatura que se esconde todo para ella misma. Pero no deja de ser el mundo mágico. Los peligros están a la vuelta de la esquina, y con el regreso de Lord Voldemort, y el acercamiento de la familia de Navier para con Harry Potter "El niño que sobrevivió", todo se pone patas para arriba, haciendo que la chica Black vea lo que posiblemente sea la destrucción de su familia. O de ella misma. Harry potter books. cover by me ;D

𝓘.𝓢| Franchesca siempre creyó tener el control de su vida: de sus elecciones y de su corazón. Lo que nunca supo fue que un hilo invisible la había atado, desde el principio, a Harry Potter. Y algunos lazos no están hechos para romperse. 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐒: •𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨: 𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐳𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧. •𝐒𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨: 𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐚́𝐥𝐢𝐳 𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐞𝐠𝐨. •𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨: 𝐥𝐚 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐞́𝐧𝐢𝐱. •𝐂𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨: 𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐢́𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐨. •𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨: 𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞. -𝐇istoria completamente mía excepto por los personajes creados por JK Rowling. -𝐑𝐞𝐧

Makaria Vanya Weasley siempre amable, tímida y servicial. Siempre pisoteada por todos aceptando su destino sin chistar. Pero..que pasaría si lo por fin aceptara el contrato del demonio frente a ella? Portada hecha por: @Jungwoooficial

it·er·a·tions n. the repetition of a process or utterance. "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...and the Dark Lord shall mark the babe as his equal. But the babe shall have power the Dark Lord knows not..." One young girl was thrust into a destiny she never could have imagined. From the moment a large, beetle-eyed man knocks down her door on her eleventh birthday, Y/N L/N knows that her life will never be the same. With a life like this, there's absolutely no way that she could ever set time aside for such mundane things like romance. YEARS 1-4 **Prophecy stated above is not mine. The Harry Potter storyline does not belong to me. Making Y/N as the Girl Who Lived was NOT my original idea.* **Book 2 (YEARS 5-7) coming out once 4th year is completed.*

∞ 𝓘𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝓐𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓼𝓸 𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 ∞ °°° Apollo Cygnus Black. The youngest child of Druella and Cygnus and the first son of the House of Black, Apollo was born as the greatest boy in the Black family. Taught family customs and behaviors, raised with a firm and watchful hand, he always aroused admiration and even fear among other students. ••• "You feel like solar eclipse, Apollo. There is light around your darkness, you're trying to avoid." "Are you a poet?" He smiled pleasantly. "Because I feel honoured to be your muse." ••• LilyEvansxMaleoc

what if you were forced to watch your life in a screen with every person you know? . watching the movies . mia potter x pansy parkinson

"Even the Dark Lord flinched when Myla raised her wand. Theo only smiled-because he knew she was his." The Dark Lord has won too much already. What remains of the old Slytherin circle-Theo, Draco, Blaise, Daphne, Pansy, and their tangled families-cling to one another in a war that has stripped them of youth, innocence, and choice. Loyalties blur, promises fracture, and survival demands sacrifices that wound deeper than any curse. At the center of it all is Myla-a brilliant tactician, the most feared weapon the Death Eaters have, and the woman Theo would burn the world to protect. But in this war, love is not salvation. It is leverage. And memory itself may not be strong enough to hold on to her. As betrayal coils through their ranks and Voldemort's grasp tightens, each secret kept to protect the family threatens to destroy it instead. In the Manor's halls and on bloodstained battlefields, they discover the war isn't just fought with wands. It's fought in the mind, the heart, and in the unbearable silence of what has already been lost.

El Corazón de un Bromista. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Margareth Shepard llega a Hogwarts con una inocencia que desentona con su apellido y un valor que todavía no sabe que posee. Mientras una amenaza antigua despierta entre los muros del castillo y Harry Potter lucha por desentrañarla, ella se ve arrastrada a un laberinto de rivalidades, secretos y expectativas que nunca pidió cargar. Los gemelos Weasley la acogen como si siempre hubiera sido una más. Pero es Fred quien, sin proponérselo -y sin que ella pueda evitarlo-, empieza a ocupar un lugar que no figuraba en ningún plan. Entre risas robadas, pasillos prohibidos y sombras que se alargan cada noche, Margareth descubrirá que tener un buen corazón no es sinónimo de debilidad... ...y que, a veces, la magia más poderosa no sale de una varita, sino de atreverse a ser quien eres en un mundo que espera lo contrario La piedra filosofal: Terminado/Editando. La cámara de los Secretos: En curso.