"If you weren't so important to The Dark Lord, I'd kill you right now" "If I still had my wand, you'd be dead already" Nine years after the Battle of Hogwarts, the war rages on. Voldemort is triumphant, but The Order continue to fight. Whilst on a rescue mission, Hermione Granger is captured and taken to The Dark Lord. When he cannot uncover her memories, or any secrets he can use to stamp The Order out once and for all, she's given to the most skilled Legillimens within his army.

Two Weasleys. One girl with a wicked tongue. And a secret buried beneath her skin. Roseanne Sinclair never believed in fairytales. Her childhood was stitched together with bruises and her smile hardened into armor. She always thought the hardest battles were fought with a wand. But the past she tried to bury is clawing its way back, and it's more dangerous than anything she's ever faced. When Fred and George Weasley start to unravel her defenses, the flirtation feels harmless at first, just playful banter between friends. But something darker is stirring beneath Rose's carefully constructed walls-a twisted magic she can't escape, an ancient power rooted in her past, and a sigil she can't hide. The more they try to pull her in, the more her secrets claw to the surface. A mark on her skin, an ancient power, and a ritual that demands sacrifice-she can feel the chains tightening. If she doesn't fight back, the price will be her life. But the cost of escape might be even worse.

!!CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING!! ⚠️STILL MY ORIGINAL STORY!! I changed my username: romanoffstrilogys -> enwrites.skz --- "You're not how I remember you." Theodore mumbled, loud enough for it to hang in the cigarette-smoke-infused air between us, but quiet enough for just the two of us to hear. It was heavier than the smoke, maybe heavier than the fallen expression on his face, but I didn't want to test that. "I've just..." I shifted, crossing one leg over the other, fingers twisting the silver ring on my middle finger. "... changed." His gaze lingered on me for a beat too long before he looked away, tapping ash neatly into a tray. "You really have changed," he murmured, almost to himself. I raised a brow, my fidgeting stuttering just slightly. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?" His shoulders rose and fell in a faint shrug, plastering a face of nonchalance. "Not sure yet." --- A dual POV story in which Aliyah Riddle and Theodore Nott find love amongst all the hardships of fighting for their life, for love, and even going behind all they have been convinced is right. WARNINGS: - descriptions of eating disorders (anorexia nervosa) - depression - intensive emotional detail - descriptions of self-harm (only for a few scenes) - alcohol and drug consumption - smoking - SMUT / sexual and mature scenes - friends to lovers trope - slow burn love trope - war - descriptions of blood, gore, and violence - hospitalization - mature topics and jokes - addiction - anxiety and panic attacks - mature / explicit / inappropriate language ( cussing, cursing ) - grief PLEASE REMEMBER THAT THIS IS PURE FICTION AND ONLY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES --- Most Impressive Rankings: #1 cursing #1 fancast #2 lorenzo zurzolo #6 unexpected --- 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: November 24, 2023 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: February 27, 2024

"The Half-Blood Daughter" Transferring in my fifth year. What a joke. Just when I thought life couldn't get more complicated, here I am at Hogwarts, home of the nosiest people on the planet. Nobody even knew Severus Snape had a daughter, and honestly, I don't blame him for keeping it that way. It's not like we have much in common. He's brooding, cold, and terrifying. I, on the other hand, somehow manage to turn heads wherever I go. Beautiful, confident, and maybe just a little too cocky for my own good, yeah, I know. People love to stare, whispering, How could someone like her be his daughter? Trust me, I've asked myself the same thing. Blaise Zabini knows exactly what it's like to live under the shadow of our parents. We've been friends for as long as I can remember, mostly because our parents have always known each other. He gets it. We both do. Still, there's a lot more to me than meets the eye. Beneath the smirks and the attitude, I'm just trying to figure out where I fit in all of this. My name might be Snape, but I'm not him. I'm Astrid, and whether Hogwarts is ready or not, this year is going to change everything.