After the Chaos - The Devil's Memories "It was never about our rivalry, but only about you and me. Don't pretend you never knew." Violet Brixton was never like the others. Arriving at Hogwarts in her fifth year, she possesses an ancient and rare magic. She has overcome a painful past to become a brilliant student, surrounded by loyal friends and a perfect boyfriend. In her seventh year, everything finally seems to be going her way... except when it comes to Sebastian Sallow. Since her arrival, their rivalry has become legendary, marked by fierce duels and sharp exchanges. Him, dark and unpredictable. Her, proud and determined. Between them, the slightest contact sparks a fire. But fate is capricious. It pushes them onto a path where they'll have to set aside their hatred, join forces, and perhaps discover what they never wanted to see. *** This story is a translation of the original French story Après le Chaos. Please be understanding, English is not my native language. WARNING: This fanfiction reveals elements of the story from the game Hogwarts Legacy. Some details may be altered or omitted for the sake of the story. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Cover illustration created by the talented @likha_zen on Instagram. All Rights Reserved. Plagiarism, as defined by Article L122-4 of the Penal Code, is punishable by 3 years of imprisonment and a fine of €300,000, in accordance with Articles L-335-2 and L-335-3 of the Intellectual Property Code.

The year is 1892. Liya Chang, a Slytherin student in Hogwarts, possesses a rare ability to harness ancient magic. Yet, as the powerful force surges within her, she realises that this power is a double edged sword - she must quickly learn to control it, before it controls her. On the other side of the spectrum, Sebastian Sallow will do whatever it takes to find a cure for his sister, Anne, who was brutally cursed - even if that meant meddling in the dark arts. An unlikely friendship was forged between two fierce academic rivals. Liya and Sebastian, like two moths drawn to the flame, find themselves navigating a dangerous path together. Can they defeat the adversaries that lie in their way, or will they succumb to the magic they failed to control? Surely they should know that power corrupts... Power absolutely corrupts. Sebastian Sallow x Female Slytherin OC Third person POV | 7th Year | 18+ characters | Academic rivals to lovers [ This story loosely follows the plot of Sebastian's quest line and will contain spoilers to the Hogwarts Legacy game. All characters except for Liya Chang belong to Portkey games, Warner Bros. Games, Avalanche software and the wizarding world franchise. All rights belong to them. Some dialogue and scenes are taken directly out of the game, and some will include additions that I have made, again, all rights to the creators. ] The cover is commissioned by ME and is drawn by @/stpchn Highest Ranking: #1 in Fanficromance out of 1000+ stories #1 in Fandom out of 1000+ stories

Hogwarts 1890. Sebastian Sallow, the rejected twin. Ominis Gaunt, the unwanted son. Sabrina Pryor, the neglected orphan. What happens when three kindred spirits come together trying to do the right thing? A Hogwarts Legacy story. Based heavily on Hogwarts Legacy but not entirely. Characters are 15-16 years old. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

"Ominis do you trust me...?" you asked as you looked into his pale eyes, although he could not see you, he could hear the shakiness in your voice. What you were about to do was dangerous, and he knew the consequences, but the thought of being able to be normal thrived him more than fear.

A Harry Potter alternate universe

The Rosier family is part of the sacred 28. The sick and depraved Slytherin elite enjoy toying with others as a form of pleasure. Draco Lucious Malfoy was what some would call Lethal. He was an act first, think later kind. Theo was a very pretty boy himself, he held this permanent smirk on his face and his curly black hair and face dotted in moles. Pansy had been my best friend for what felt like a lifetime, having grown up around these people, the sacred twenty-eight meant they knew more about my life and what I went through then anyone else. Then there was sweet, sweet Mattheo, honestly he was like an adorable dog. But like, a very angry and vicious one. Unlike Theo and his calm attitude, and Draco's storm of seriousness and precise killing ability, Mattheo was always on the verge of yelling and knocking someone out. How does one navigate life and teach ones self to inhale and exhale whilst the anger inside you is formed by the visual brutality all around you?