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Frannie Black is the daughter of the infamous Sirius Black, who passed away two years ago in the Department of Mysteries. Now, she has been on the run and is fighting in the Battle of Hogwarts when she enters a strange cabinet and finds herself back in 1977. The graduating year of her father. Will she be able to reconcile the memories of her future with the people of the past? Only time will tell. And a certain bespectacled boy isn't making her plans any easier.

''𝙅𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙡. 𝙄'𝙙 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬- 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣.'' Loving you was the most exquisite form of self destruction. - VOLUME I of the HOUSE OF BLACK - Estella Carina Black was a prodigy child. An untouchable. Manipulated into a creature capable of terrible things- devoid of all feeling. When a wicked yet brilliant idea blooms inside her mind Estella knows she has no choice but to succeed. Ever since second year, comparatively to the years before when they were thick as thieves, Sirius Black and Estella Black hated each other. It was only in the last and final year of Hogwarts that the two properly despised one another. Hurt, and fuelled by shame and anger when Sirius is disowned, Estella concocts a wicked plan to get back at him. Steal his best friends heart, and then crush it right into tiny smithereens. Ruin him, in the long short. Whilst juggling the pressures of arranged marriages, Dark Marks and her fractured mind, time is of the essence and running out fast in the Black household. Leave or stay, stand or crumple, do or die started: 18/02/22 finished: ?

❝𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚,❞ 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 66𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘱'𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨

"My advice is always ruin the friendship, better that than regret it for all time..." Haymitch narrows his eyes, "You've trained for this." She smirks a little, "I'm from District One, obviously I've trained." "No," he shakes his head, "You're different - you're not arrogant, you're confident." It's her turn to roll her eyes as she redirects her gaze to the sunset, "Yeah, well, I'm a Blessing. I was practically raised for this. My brothers set the bar pretty high." His eyebrows raise at that, he'd heard of her family. God, practically everyone in Panem had heard of her family. Because every time a Blessing child had volunteered for the Hunger Games, they didn't just win - they entertained.

"Someone's mother, someone's daughter. Holds your hands through plastic now, Doc I think she's crashing out. And some things you just can't speak about..." "Aviana Campbell, you've noticed her edge, I presume?" he waits for her to nod before continuing, "Capitol manufactured venom runs through her blood vessels from where a snake mutation bit her during her games." They watch as she throws cleaver after cleaver, each one with meticulous precision and brutal force. The projections pixelate almost rhythmically, one after another as she hits their abdomens and crania in turn. "Didn't she receive an antidote from a sponsor?" Katniss asks in confusion, she had watched snippets of the young girls games. Beetee hums, "Yes, the antidote prevented her from dying...the Capitol didn't bother to take away the side effects however. Hallucinations, voices in her head, anger. They've manipulated her perspective of reality to make her more entertaining...that girl has been groomed into the perfect Capitol weapon from the inside outwards." Pre Hunger Games - Mockingjay

War. They had dragged her into it, wrapped her in prophecy, and painted her as some messiah with a target on her back, all to clean up their mess. She was supposed to fight their battles, die their hero, and leave the world tidily saved. But Alexandrina Potter didn't give a damn about anyone's savior fantasies anymore. It should have ended. She did her duty, paid in scars and losses, and tried to make her peace. Yet here she was, tossed back nearly three decades by a smugly amused Lord Death, dumped into the year 1958 with a son she'd kept hidden from the world and a blood-adopted daughter who carried a legacy darker than any shadow she'd ever faced. Thomas Alexander Potter, three years old, bright-eyed, her heart's calm anchor. And Delphini Lilith Potter, fierce, sharp, and bound to her not by fate but by Alexandrina's own stubborn defiance of it. They were hers, and damn it, that meant something. Her goals were simple, if slightly ambitious: avoid meddling wizards, rewrite the future, and raise her children without the looming threat of war breathing down their necks. Shouldn't be too hard, right? She'd already defeated one megalomaniac. What was a little time travel, a few impossible odds, and the chance of crossing paths with Tom Riddle when he was still just a snake-eyed schoolboy with delusions of grandeur? Life had given her a second chance-no more, no less. And she was bloody well going to use it. Most Impressive Ranking #1 enemiestolovers out of 117K stories

DEAR JAMES ᝰ. Dear James, please don't hate me for this. I still love you. But I have to go. ────────── Marauders era James Potter x Female OC Short story Completed ━ 𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎

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