The air smelled of ash and rotting roots. The stars, hidden beneath a mantle of heavy, motionless clouds, seemed to watch with a silent judgment what was about to take place. That night was not just another night. It was not an act of war, nor even one of conquest. No. It was something older. More fundamental. It was a creation. And only a being like Lord Voldemort could dare attempt such a thing. Far from the eyes of the Ministry, beyond the knowledge even of his most loyal Death Eaters, he stood in the dark heart of the Albanian forest. There, the ground had been desecrated, sacrificed, and remade in the image of his will. A black stone altar carved with ancient runes, and five obsidian pillars surrounded the center of a circle of power. The earth itself seemed to tremble in anticipation. -Tonight-he whispered, his voice like an icy blade-the world will change. Not for love. Not for a desire of redemption or fatherhood. But for legacy. For eternity. Voldemort was not creating a daughter. He was creating a weapon. A perfect heiress. His heiress. Nagini, his serpent companion, hissed softly as she slithered around the altar, uneasy with the dense magic gathering in the air. Voldemort set five vials upon the stone. Each contained a unique, unrepeatable essence, stolen from the time and soul of the most powerful beings who had ever existed. The blood of Tom Riddle, the essence of Salazar Slytherin, a stolen lock of Gellert Grindelwald's hair, an enchanted shard from Morgana le Fay's ring, and the cursed rune of Herpo the Foul. Five pieces. Five legacies. Five curses... and blessings. One by one, he poured them upon the altar, speaking incantations long forgotten, as ancient as magic itself. The air tore. The earth groaned. The sky grew pale. And upon that cursed stone, a body began to take shape. Not a human baby, not an ordinary creature, but something new. A girl forged with darkness, wisdom, ambition

Centuries ago, there were five founders of Hogwarts. The fifth, Valerie Virelion, was the most powerful of them all, her magic bound by dragon's breath. But her gift became her curse. Feared for her strength and the recklessness of her followers, her house was sealed away and her name erased from history. Until now. When 17 year old Valerie awakens in a world, the year is 1995 - and as the wizarding world denies the return of Voldemort, the Order of the Phoenix is rising once more. As darkness spreads, Dumbledore hides her true identity, passing her off as a transfer student. But as Valerie learns to live among the students, she begins to uncover the truth behind her return and the ancient magic that refuses to let her go. In the shadows of the mountains, lies a dragon waiting for its rider. But the greatest threat isn't the magic hunting her. It's him. The son of the man she swore to destroy. And the one she cannot seem to stay away from. ______ "I think of you often and it disgusts me," he said, his gaze fixed somewhere just over her shoulder like he couldn't bear to look at her "You're like a bad dream I can't seem to escape. Every room I walk into, every thought I try to have, somehow you're there ruining it." His jaw tightened. "And the worst part is, I think I'd tear this entire castle apart before I let anything happen to you. You are the most infuriating person I have ever met. You argue with me like you want a war, you look at me like you're waiting for me to become a monster-" "Because you are one." "Maybe," he said quietly. "But you're the first person who's ever made me care whether I am." "Do you think I want this?" Valerie demanded "Do you think I enjoy the fact that somehow you're in every thought I have too? I should hate you, Riddle. You're arrogant, cruel, manipulative-every single thing I was taught to stay away from" Her voice dropped quieter then. "And somehow, despite all of that, you're still the first person I look for"

agatha all along story! "you say it's too late to start, with your heart in a headlock." When a girl named sophia and a boy who's name is covered by a sigil, team up to find agatha harkness. They both have deep secrets about themselves, sophia not knowing herself. inspired by headlock by imogen heap

What if Agatha was under Wanda's spell for more than three years? Or Agnes has lost a son, and Agatha can't look at Teen without painful memories.

It's been almost two years since Lorna Maximoff lost her mother and went to live at Kamar Taj, but she knows she doesn't belong with the sorcerers there. What's worse, she is haunted by dreams...or are they a warning. Lorna realizes only one person can answer all her questions. The witch who started it all, but Agatha Harkness is still trapped in the Scarlet Witches spell in Westview. When Lorna frees Agatha and joins her coven in an attempt to make sense of everything what ensues is a dangerous journey. Into witchcraft, her place in the world and a mysterious place called the witches road.

❝and I'm single in Septemeber when i didn't want to be❞ ━━ A tragic night on September 13 shook Scarlett and Elizabeth's life forever. Fourteen years later, a wrong number might just lead them back to their daughter. 【 started: 7/12/22 | ended: 】

{COMPLETED} ◦ Scarlett Johansson and Natasha Romanoff Imagines ◦Written in second person (you/your) ◦Y/N = Your Name Y/L/N = Your Last Name I advise to skip the first one. Please spare yourself from the awful writing and just go to the second one. After ⁷ is where they get good! I hope you enjoy your stay -Blob :)

"Agatha, why don't you show us your battle scars?" Jen smiles whilst saying this, not in an unkind way at all, but Agatha swallows the lump of apprehension in her throat. Logically, she knows that Jen does not mean to say this to embarrass her, but there's a hot flash of humiliation in the pit of her stomach. Obviously, she's being irrational; nobody knows about.. those ones. Not even Rio. She forces the heat creeping up her neck down and says, "I don't have any." OR Agathario angst. Everyone needs a hug. Old scars. Girls kissing. Lesbian feelings. You get it. (Now a chapter fic! Chapter one was written as a one shot, and it can be read as a stand-alone.) originally posted on ao3

When a young witch named Charlie began having weird dreams about a life that she never had before , she began to question everything she thought she knew about herself and her powers . Upon meeting Thomas Sheppard, a boy with a similar faith , they both decide to find who they truly are , no matter how cruel and unfair the truth may be .In desperate need of a coven that will help her understand her power , she joins Thomas in order to help him find Wanda Maximoff . When out of nowhere boy t shows up at her door by the name of Billy Kaplan accompanied by an elderly witch with an even darker and clouded past by the name of Agatha Harkness .

What if Natasha Romanoff had a daughter in the Redroom? What if that daughter survived? Starts at the beginning of the Black Widow Movie. Plus a lot of Romanogers and some Stucky.