━━━ 。゜✿ฺ✿ฺ゜。 IN WHICH,, Harry Potter would do anything to save his godmother even if it meant erasing himself from existence . . . ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. AS I LAY DYING , Regulus Black Harry Potter ---- Golden Era Watching The Movies , RTB ©2025, -GHOSTTWRITER

"You're staring again," she teased, not looking up from the page. Remus smirked, voice low. "I'm not staring. I'm studying." "Studying what exactly?" "You," he said simply. "And all the ways you keep pretending you're not brilliant." Elsie Ward has always played the part of the forgettable girl - oversized glasses, mismatched socks, and an unfortunate tendency to set things on fire by accident. But her secret? She's anything but forgettable. Trained in secret by some of the most powerful witches and wizards in the Order, her motto: stay unnoticed, and stay alive. Remus Lupin never meant to fall for her. But it's hard not to be drawn to the girl who trips over her own robes one second and disarms a Death Eater with a flick of her wrist the next. She's confusing. Infuriating. And maybe the best thing that's ever happened to him. Set in the shadow of war and whispered prophecy, Moonbound is a slow-burn romance full of banter, longing stares, hidden powers, and the kind of love that feels like coming home - even when the world is falling apart.

"Looks like I'm working with you, Granger." "How poignant." "What the bloody hell does that mean?" in which the quiet girl gets partnered with the loud boisterous sirius black for their potions assignment, and it's poignant. #1 in golden trio - 29/08/25 #1 in padfoot - 01/09/25 #1 in lily evans - 03/09/25 #1 in peter pettigrew - 06/09/25 #1 in moony - 13/11/25

➥COMPLETED Nova Black hadn't thought she would ever set a toe behind those thick castle walls she had fought to forget about during the past thirteen years, but here she was at Plattform 9¾, staring at the scarlet train in front of her with wobbly knees. Because Nova knew she was in danger, she knew it long before the old headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had knocked on her door weeks ago. Watching the steam rising high above all those heads, Nova hesitated for the split of a second, throwing a last glance back over her shoulder, before straightened her shoulders, lifted her trunk and entered the train, unbeknownst that running from the past was way trickier, than running from the murderer. taking place during prisoner of askaban, 1993/1994 started: July 19, 2021 finished: December 19, 2021

"If you walk into the water, I'll follow you," he whispered, voice breaking. "You'd drown," she replied, her tears blurring the ripples of the lake. "Then let me," he said fiercely. "Better to drown with you than breathe without you." Merliah Thaloura has spent her life as a secret. Half-Veela, half-mermaid-never enough of either to belong. At Hogwarts, for the first time, she tastes something close to home: laughter, friendship, and the quiet comfort of Remus Lupin, a boy who hides his own scars beneath soft smiles. But the closer she draws to those she loves, the sharper the whispers of doubt become. Can affection be real when her blood is anything but ordinary? Can love survive when both of them are marked as something less than human? Moonlit Tides is a story of fragile hope, aching secrets, and the kind of love that demands everything-healing, sacrifice, and the courage to believe you are worthy of being chosen.

Two years after the war that shattered his world, James Potter is stuck in place. Grief lingers in the quiet moments, in the weight of his son's laughter, in the ghosts of what could have been. He tells himself the life he has built for himself is enough- just him, Harry and the friends who refuse to let him slip too far. Then comes Olive Beaufort. A potions apprentice with warmth in her voice and kindness in her hands, she drifts into their lives with no agenda, no expectations. She isn't trying to fix anything- or anyone, but she is something new. Harry adores her instantly. And James, despite himself, isn't immune to her presence either. As October fades and Halloween looms- the day that too almost everything from him- James finds himself caught between the past and an uncertain future. But maybe, just maybe, healing doesn't come all at once. Maybe it starts in small moments, in unexpected places and friendships, in Rainy Days and Mondays that don't feel so heavy anymore. (1983-onwards) (James Potter x OC) (Multiple POV's)

Adhara Black knew her duties. Sit quietly, agree with everything her parents said, and one day marry a pureblood man. But she couldn't help but like the mysterious and kind Remus Lupin. They both had scars covering their hearts, but pain could bring people together, And rip them apart.

Where the Marauders find themselves in a crisis against a Slytherin. The brilliant witch doesn't know how or when a group of four idiots decided she would be their enemy during their sixth year. Maybe because she looked at one of them the wrong way, or maybe they just perceived it that way. Because how is she supposed to get through her sixth year without getting involved with those idiots

{Marauders Era - Post War} {James Potter x OC} {Second Chance Romance} "I'm a potter," Fawn announces, her head inclining in the direction of the floorboards suddenly creaking very loudly. James is rearing back, his eyes growing round like bludgers and his hand coming up to clasp his throat, his voice box, hoping he sounds less embarrassingly taken aback than he feels. "I beg your pardon?" A clear, bright strand of orange emerges, betraying Fawn's slight amusement when she clarifies, "I'm a potter. I make pottery." ***************** 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 James Potter reluctantly returns to Hogwarts three years after war end and happens to stumble across the brightness, the colour he lost all sight of. Maybe he wasn't the only one. ***************** (This story may include mature content and emotional triggers that could cause distress towards the reader)

She's not one of them. Not really. Too quiet for rebellion, too strange for tradition, too soft for war. Aurelia DeClare was raised to keep her head down and her magic hidden. But Hogwarts has a way of unraveling people. And the Marauders-loud, brilliant, infuriating-are impossible to ignore. Especially James Potter, with an ego the size of the Black Lake but a heart that somehow matches it. She wants to save everyone. She doesn't know if she can. And the weight of that-of not being enough-might break her before the war ever does. But maybe healing is its own kind of resistance. And maybe love is the magic she didn't know she was looking for. Marauders era James Potter x oc