Epona reaches Hogwarts with soot on her sleeves, a secret on her tongue, and one vow: "don't be small again." Sorted after the first-years and dropped into Slytherin politics, the muggle-born transfer learns to navigate a castle that watches, whispers, and remembers. She keeps her armor neat-punctured only by the way animals settle around her like she's safe ground, and by a black Bengal kitten that chooses her as if it's always known her name. Rumors coil through corridors. Prefects polish their smiles. Epona protects the littlest students with quiet efficiency and a rulebook of her own: never punch down, never use creatures as weapons, never apologize for surviving. Which would be easier if a certain red-haired Gryffindor didn't keep appearing at exactly the wrong right moments-loud laugh, soft eyes, and a talent for making the world feel a shade less cruel. As the school year darkens, Epona must decide what to share, what to hide, and who gets to stand at her side. House is a room, not a fate-and she intends to furnish it with her own terms. **Vibe:** slow burn · goth-tinted canon era · snakes as friends, not threats **Tropes/Tags:** **Notes:** Teen/PG-13; references to past abuse (off-page), school peril, comfort after fear.

At 25, Maisie Fairbourne is focused on curating magical portraits and eating toast over her sink. Marriage? Please. Except, she and George Weasley made an Unbreakable Vow at 15: if neither were married in ten years, they'd marry each other. George, to everyone's surprise, remembers. And shows up, annoyingly punctual, on the exact date with paperwork, smugness, and a Ministry representative. Maisie can't back out. They get married.

"Frederick Gideon Weasley, you are an absolute terror." His responding grin was sharp. A promise for chaos. "And you, Winslow Aoife, are beautiful." ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── It all started at the end of her fifth year. They met by chance, nursing respective wounds in the Hospital Wing-a collision of fates that sparked a conversation neither of them expected. Fred knew nothing more than her name, but she intrigued him. Winslow was a puzzle he couldn't resist solving. What made her retreat into herself so fiercely? Why were her knuckles bandaged more often than not? And why did the whispers in the corridors speak of her 'right hook' with such...fearful respect? As the shadows of war begin to fall over the wizarding world, Fred and Winslow will find their lives intertwined in ways they never imagined. Together, they will face the challenges of growing up in a world on the edge of war and finding strength in each other. Because sometimes, the strongest kind of magic is the one that sneaks up on you-slowly, stubbornly, and all at once. [PoA - DH]

She cannot die, and he cannot forget. But neither of them can outrun what was done in blood.

Henley's chest heaved, breath sharp. "Why are you doing this?" "Because-" He broke off, fists curling at his sides like he was fighting himself. His voice cracked when he spoke again, raw and unguarded. "Because it makes me crazy, Hen. Watching him talk to you. Watching anyone talk to you like that." Henley's heart stuttered painfully. "Why?" "Because you're-" He stopped again, running a hand through his hair, frustrated, pulling at it. His voice was rough when he managed to force it out. "Because you're not just-you. You're mine."

𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 has spent six years at Hogwarts perfecting the art of being invisible - a quiet, clever Slytherin who keeps her head down and her heart guarded. Fred Weasley has spent just as long being impossible to ignore - loud, adored, and maddeningly sure of himself. When one of his infamous pranks nearly sets her cauldron on fire, Evangeline finally catches his attention... for all the wrong reasons. What starts as irritation turns into rivalry, and rivalry soon burns into something far more dangerous. He thinks she's cold. She thinks he's insufferable. But the line between hate and something else is thinner than either of them ever imagined.

Cassandra Avery has lived five years without him. Five years haunted by the echo of a laugh that no longer exists. Five years pretending she has healed. When a cursed artifact drags her back to the days before the Battle of Hogwarts, she finds herself face to face with the one man she thought she would never see again - Fred Weasley, alive, warm and utterly unaware of his fate. Grief collides with hope. Love meets the edge of time. And Cassandra must decide : will she let the story play out or risk everything to rewrite the moment she lost him ? #3 in #fredweasley 2025-11-25 #1 in #timetravel 2025-12-06 #1 in #battleofhogwarts 2025-12-07 Also posted on AO3. (All characters, locations, and elements of the Harry Potter universe belong to J.K. Rowling. This story is a non-profit fanfiction created purely for entertainment purposes. Only the original character Cassandra Avery, her storyline, and related plot developments are my own.)

Celeste Peverell Lestrange - daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange and a descendant of the Peverells - was born with expectations heavier than her name. Raised by her father to serve the Dark Lord, she's learned who to trust and who to avoid. But when a certain red-haired Gryffindor starts to catch her attention, everything she's been taught begins to unravel. Can she suppress her feelings before they destroy her-or will love make her choose a side she swore she never would?

Hanging over George's back, she grunted, "Seriously, put me down, Weasley." He shook his head and laughed gleefully while he carried her downstairs. When he set her down in the empty hallway, she crossed her arms and refused to look at him. He chuckled and leaned forward until she had to back up against the wall to get any amount of space. With a cheeky grin, he murmured in her ear, "You're cute when you're mad, Potter." - This is the story of the girl who hid, the lesser known Potter twin. Assumed to be weak and innocent, she carved her own path and impacted their world in ways no one could have imagined. [George Weasley x Fem!OC] Highest Rankings: #1 in GeorgeWeasley #1 in George #1 in Hufflepuff #1 in Reader #1 in ReaderInsert #1 in Magic #1 in Twins #3 in FredWeasley #4 in DracoMalfoy #5 in WeasleyTwins #6 in Hogwarts #15 in Weasley #26 in Fanfiction #55 in Romance /disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters or that universe. I only own y/n Potter and her independent storylines./ [started - october 2020; finished - november 2020]

She came for the champagne and left with a headache. He called it charm-she called it chaos.