"Daddy, daddy! Can you tell me a story?" Four year old girl run up to her father. Her favorite teddy bear clutched in her hands. She wrapped her tiny arms around her father's legs and gave him a toothy smile. Man turned, looking down at his precious girl and smiled widely. He picked her up and tapped her nose lightly. "Is it already a bedtime, princess?" He glanced at clock, which was showing 8 pm. His wife was supposed to come back by now. They probably kept her late at work, he assumed. "It's not but I'm bored. Will you do it?" Her baby voice and small smile melted her father's heart for Merlin knows what time. She looked a lot like her mother. Eye color was the only thing she got after him. "Of course." Man kissed her chubby cheek. "Would you like something from the Tales of Beedle the Bard or muggle books we got?" "Can you tell me one of your stories? They are much, much better than those in books!" Girl exclaimed happily, jumping up and down in her father's arms. Man sat on couch in their living room, putting his daughter in his lap. He took out his wand to draw pictures in the air like he did every time. Little girl giggled as sparks erupted from his wand and created big castle with the Quidditch pitch behind it. "Let me tell you a story of forbidden love." ~~~✯✯✯~~~ She was cold-hearted Slytherin princess. He was troublemaking Gryffindor prankster. She was ice. He was fire. She lived in darkness. He brought light in everyone's lives. Callisto Malfoy and Fred Weasley. Match made in heaven? Or destruction of each other's lives? Will they cross the thin line between hatred and love? Or dance away from one another? ~~~✯✯✯~~~ Check Trigger Warnings before reading! Started- April 15. 2023. Finished- All rights and HP plot belong to You-Know-Who, I only own the plot of this book and characters I made.

Sarah Copper made Fred Weasley's pulse race. There was something about the confidence that did it for him. * * * "So, Sarah - " George began. "We were hoping we could have your help?" Fred continued, draping an arm on the back of the sofa. "Sure! What do you guys need?" Sarah asked, pushing her dark hair out of her eyes. George glanced at Fred, waiting for him to explain. "We need a sleeping draught potion," said Fred. He could see the clocks working in Sarah's mind, weighing out possibilities. Finally, Sarah spoke, "Alright, but I think we already have a problem." Sarah reached into her bag, pulling out 'Advanced Potion making 6'. She opened it to the contents, using her finger to single out the sleeping draught. She turned to the page, her eyes glued to the ingredients. "Ok, I'm going to need an apple, which is the easy bit to get," Sarah began, whilst Fred and George leaned over each shoulder to see the problem. They didn't see anything out of the ordinary. "What's the problem, then?" George and Fred chimed. Sarah smiled slightly, and for a moment, the twins thought they'd convinced her. "We need one Newt's spleen, which I ran out of," Sarah replied, her smile gone. It was replaced by a look of determination, mixed with a hint of excitement. "But, I know where we can find one," Sarah added, her voice as low as a whisper. Fred and George glanced at each other in curiosity, hoping Sarah would go on. "What are you saying?" Fred asked when Sarah didn't say anything. She did snap the book shut in excitement, standing up and stuffing it in her bag. Sarah turned back to the twins, who were also standing. "We're going to steal the spleen from Snape - " Sarah began, but Fred and George already knew how this was going to go. "- We're in!" They exclaimed in unison, causing Sarah to laugh. TW // MENTIONS OF DRUGS, ALCOHOL, EXPLICIT LANGUAGE, EXPLICIT THEMES ☆ | MAY 2020 ~ PRESENT | ☆

In which the marauders generation watch Athena Potters life and see the dangers of which awaits them. Where friends becomes enemies and enemies become allies. What happens when they realise they've been lied too? Will they be able to prevent the dangers that are too come? Will there only be 1 war? Philosopher's stone - completed ✅ Chamber of Secrets - completed ✅ Prisoner of Azkaban - completed✅ Goblet of Fire - completed ✅ Order of the Phoenix - completed ✅ Halfblood Prince - completed ✅ Deathly Hallows Part 1 - completed ✅ Deathly Hallows Part 2 - completed ✅ Oc x Fred Weasley Highest Rankings: #1 in Watching the movies 23/09/2022 #1 in Marauders 28/09/2022 #1 in Remuslupin 30/09/2022 #1 in Siriusblack 22/10/2022 #1 in Jamespotter 24/10/2022 #1 in Hogwarts 26/10/2022 #1 in Weasley 17/11/2022 #1 in hogwartschoolofwitchcraftandwizardry 08/09/2023 #1 in Ron 03/03/2024 WE HIT 1M ON 07/07/2023!!! THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT, I LOVE YOU🩷 Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Harry Potter :( All rights go to she-who-shall-not-be-named and Dobby the elf :) However I do own Athena Potter!

Ataraxia is a state of serene calmness and peace. Something that Mabel Longbottom has never known.

Being best friends with Fred Weasley means three things: detention, chaos and zero peace. Florence has survived years of pranks, secret passages and being dragged into trouble she definitely didn't plan. Fred is loud, reckless, impossible to say no to, and somehow he's also her safest place. Then fifth year hits, and everything feels different. Laughs last longer. Glances mean more. And Florence realises the worst possible thing she could ever realise: she's falling for her best friend. A boy who flirts with everyone, fears nothing, and would never, ever feel the same. Content Warning: This story contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content. "Since when did you get wise?" Fred shrugs. "Watching someone you care about come frighteningly close to not getting back up again tends to rearrange your priorities." I glance back at him then-and something in his expression softens, like he's relieved I'm still here, still talking, still breathing. "And just for the record," he adds, tone easy, almost offhand, though his eyes are anything but, "if a Dementor so much as drifts in your direction again, I'll personally see it launched into the lake." I can't stop the small laugh that escapes me. "You really think you can single-handedly protect me from every dangerous thing in the world?" "I'd bloody well try." I lift my eyes to his, properly this time. It's only then that I realise how close he is-how his whole focus is fixed entirely on me like nothing else in the room matters. And something aches in my chest-sharp and soft all at once. The kind of ache that reminds you you're alive. That you've survived worse. That maybe you're allowed moments like this. Highest Rankings: #1 in fredweasley #5 in fredandgeorge #5 in harrypotterfanfiction #10 in gryffindor All characters belong to J.K. Rowling except for the original ones created by me.

TWs: 18+, graphic violence (torture, etc.) mature language, sexual content, drug use ••••• 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?