'nessuno deve saperne niente..' -sotto revisione -avvertenze: ci saranno scene di sesso con linguaggio esplicito. La storia non segue perfettamente la saga. L'età dei personaggi andrà dai 17 anni in su.

"she says boys don't know anything, but i know what i want, i want everything" (expresso love, dire straits) lorelai monroe was impossible to outsmart. ravenclaw, relentless, brilliant. the girl who could ruin any prank with a single fact. george weasley was everything she claimed to have no patience for. loud, chaotic, infuriating. but somewhere between the arguments and the laughter, she became his favorite person to annoy. #1 - georgeweasley (8/09/2025) #1 - fredweasley (6/09/2025) #1 - lunalovegood (02/09/2025) #1 - gryffindor (8/09/2025) #2 - fredweasley (28/08/2025)

"loving you was like loving the dead" (black no. 1, type 0 negative) victoria belladonna was raised to be perfect. pureblood, powerful, untouchable. feared in slytherin. whispered about in the dark. fred weasley was everything she wasn't supposed to want. loud, reckless, impossible. but he looked at her like he saw through every mask. the goblet of fire, 1994-1995 ✓ the order of the phoenix, 1995-1996 ✓ the half-blood prince, 1996-1997 ✓ the deathly hallows, 1997-1998 ✓ fred weasley x victoria belladonna lowercase intended #1 - hermionegranger (03/10/2025) #2 - slytherin (20/08/2025) #4 - gryffindor (23/08/2025)a #4 - fredweaslwy (05/09/2025)f

Hanging over George's back, she grunted, "Seriously, put me down, Weasley." He shook his head and laughed gleefully while he carried her downstairs. When he set her down in the empty hallway, she crossed her arms and refused to look at him. He chuckled and leaned forward until she had to back up against the wall to get any amount of space. With a cheeky grin, he murmured in her ear, "You're cute when you're mad, Potter." - This is the story of the girl who hid, the lesser known Potter twin. Assumed to be weak and innocent, she carved her own path and impacted their world in ways no one could have imagined. [George Weasley x Fem!OC] Highest Rankings: #1 in GeorgeWeasley #1 in George #1 in Hufflepuff #1 in Reader #1 in ReaderInsert #1 in Magic #1 in Twins #3 in FredWeasley #4 in DracoMalfoy #5 in WeasleyTwins #6 in Hogwarts #15 in Weasley #26 in Fanfiction #55 in Romance /disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters or that universe. I only own y/n Potter and her independent storylines./ [started - october 2020; finished - november 2020]

"I promised myself to never fall in love again, even if that leaves me to be alone for the rest of my existence. I don't really see the point now you know. Devoting yourself and giving everything that you have to give to someone who will eventually shatter you to pieces. What's the use, really?" "The thrill of it all I suppose. Having your heart on the line, the power that the person that you love holds over you. Maybe it's like living on a permanent state of adrenaline. Pathetic. If I wanted to do something thrilling I would throw myself off the astronomy tower and do Arresto Momentum before I hit the ground" "Well then, heaven help the fools who fall in love" "Agree. Heaven help the fools who fall in love" Disclaimer: I only own the characters that I created, everything else belongs to she who must not be named. This fanfic follows the events of the books but the story revolves around Madeleine. We do not support JKR's beliefs in this household so if you do please kindly get out. Started: 30/12/20 Completed: 11/09/21 Word count: 601905

TWs: 18+, graphic violence (torture, etc.) mature language, sexual content ••••• Katherine Black was born to rule. To command. Order and control were the rhythm she lived by, the structure she built her world upon. She knew exactly who she was, and so did everyone else. What she inspired wasn't fear, nor was it blind admiration. It was either respect, or a nasty type of jealousy. But there was always one exception. One infuriating, impossible, red-haired exception who refused to bow to her presence. Fred Weasley. So the question becomes: what happens when the Trickster falls for the untouchable Heiress? And what happens when he realises her destiny is far too great to comprehend?

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭 doesn't do love. She does sarcasm, independence, and the occasional firewhisky with a cigarette in hand. But when a magical summer getaway puts her annoyingly charming and cocky best friend, Fred Weasley, in dangerously close proximity, sparks fly-and not the kind you can hex away. Lysaria is a hidden island reserved solely for witches and wizards. Completely concealed from Muggles, it's famed for its romance, warmth, and enchantment-quite literally. A paradise known for stirring up magic of all kinds. When the whole gang decides to spend the summer there, they have no idea just how much everything is about to change. Especially Blair and Fred. Welcome to Lysaria - where love, lust, and love sizzle under the sun. ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ "Love is addiction. A drug. Every person needs to feel loved or needs to love something or someone. I never understood the real point of it. I mean, yes it's thrilling and adrenaline and it's fun. But god help those who fall in love." He looked at her for a moment, his look full of sincirety and understanding. "If I wanted to do something thrilling I would go and play russian roulette. Falling in love is dangerous. It breaks you like nothing, manipulates your body into breaking both mentally and physically." ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ WARNING: 18+READERS ONLY! (drug and alcohol mentions, description of heavy sexual content, light bdsm, language, mature subjects) started: April 9th 2025 finished: .... Best Ratings: #1 freddie #5 friendstolovers #2 weasleytwins (out of 1.62k) #1 weasleywizardwheezes #83 friendstolovers #4 jkrowling #77 friendstolovers (out of 1.94k) #2 summer romance (out of 1.73k) #8 fred #1 18andup (out of 2.31k) #24 harrypotterfanfiction (out of 1.72k) #101 ravenclaw

Tropes: Enemies to lovers Fake dating Opposites attract Slow burn ----- Hailey Granger is Hermione's older sister, coincidentally in the same year as Fred and George. However fate turns a edge as they kept speaking to eachother, to which one thing leads to another... 8.8.25: no. 3 in Jk rowling

-~-~-~-CONCLUSA-~-~-~- Layla credeva di essere una babbana. Layla credeva di non avere una famiglia. Layla è cresciuta nel segreto. Layla vuole la verità. Layla ha bisogno di amore. ---0--- Una ragazza speciale vive con una leggenda alle spalle; una leggenda che la catapulterà in diversi misteri. È cresciuta come "Malfoy" e nata come "Gaunt". Dovrà trovare la sua strada e scegliere tra il bene e il male, scoprendo la verità sui suoi poteri. Severus Piton sarà una delle poche persone che più di tutti la aiuterà ad affrontare la sua forza e il suo destino. E lo farà per sempre.

Nata e cresciuta in una casa piena di amore e risate, Lyra Eileen Potter è venuta al mondo pochi minuti prima del suo gemello, Harry James Potter. È stata quindi la prima a piangere e la prima ad essere presa in braccio, ma il destino ha deciso che sarebbe stata lei a essere portata via per prima, quella notte: il 31 ottobre 1981, la notte in cui tutto cambiò per Harry, che presto sarebbe diventato il Ragazzo che è Sopravvissuto, un lampo bianco portò Lyra lontano dalla portata di Voldemort. E mentre tutti ricordavano Harry, nessuno ricordava Lyra, la Ragazza Che Scomparve. Passarono gli anni e, sotto il nome Selwyn, Lyra crebbe in una famiglia circondata da un'eleganza fredda e da aspettative argentate: un'eredità di sangue puro, sorrisi distanti e regole cucite in ogni parola. Ma Lyra imparò ad adattarsi, a leggere le persone, a mantenere i segreti. A Hogwarts, il Cappello Parlante aveva urlato "Serpeverde". E anche se indossava il verde e l'argento con tranquillo orgoglio, non rispecchiava mai veramente quelli che le stavano accanto: era troppo riflessiva per seguire ciecamente, troppo curiosa per conformarsi e forse troppo gentile per una casa nota per la sua ambizione e il suo carattere spigoloso. Poi arrivò il suo quarto anno e qualcosa cambiò. Dietro tutto, cominciò a sbocciare un calore. Forse fu il Torneo Tremaghi. Forse era lui, il burlone dai capelli rossi con troppo fascino nel sorriso e troppa gentilezza nello sguardo: George Weasley. O forse era il modo in cui aveva iniziato a guardare davvero Harry Potter, non come il ragazzo che era sopravvissuto, ma come qualcuno che portava lo stesso silenzioso dolore nel petto. O forse era semplicemente giunto il momento che le bugie crollassero e che la velocità nel suo sangue aumentasse.