"You look so pretty, pretty like the sun I could watch forever while you shine on everyone" - Abraxas Malfoy "You look so pretty, pretty like the wind everytime you touch me I feel adrenaline" - Serafina Slytherin

Aurelia Malfoy is tired. Not the kind of tired that sleep can fix but a bone-deep weariness that has settled in her soul, draining her of everything she once was. She's lived through too much, seen too many faces disappear, and carried too many memories that feel like weights chained to her chest. Every moment of her life feels like a cruel game, one she's no longer willing to play. There's no fight left in her, only the haunting echoes of what she's lost-Hermione's laughter, Ron's resilience, Harry's love. Each death has chipped away at her until she's nothing but a hollow shell, barely holding herself together. And now, as she walks down the aisle toward a future she never chose, toward a man who represents everything she hates, Aurelia feels the final threads of her will unravel. To everyone watching, she's the radiant bride, tears glistening in her eyes. But they don't see the truth. They don't feel the quiet suffocation, the cracks in her façade, or the poison running through her veins. They can't hear the whispered screams in her mind or the desperate plea for release. And when she collapses, it isn't a shock to her-it's a relief. But death doesn't come. Instead, Aurelia wakes up gasping, disoriented and confused, in a place that feels achingly familiar yet impossibly distant. Her room. Her childhood room. Everything is pink and soft, untouched by the chaos of the life she remembers. Her hands are smaller, unmarked by the scars she had grown used to. Her skin is smooth, her body light, free from the heaviness that had consumed her for years. But this is no dream. The gods-or perhaps fate-have given her a second chance. A chance to rewrite her story, to fight for something better. Or maybe it's another cruel trick. Another burden to bear. The only thing Aurelia knows for sure is that she's alive. And this time, she won't waste a second of it.

When great power arises, so does its burden. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ Cassiopea Black was never really a child, she held within her soul, something greater than wizardry could explain. A child weaponised, tortured, and empowered, a blade forged in cold starfire in ways only the noble house of Black could conceive Yet destiny has a way of bending even the most carefully crafted monsters, once they meet the sun. Because James Potter was everything she could never be, golden where she was carved in midnight, reckless where she was restrained, warm-hearted in all the places she had been frozen. a boy who carried the sun in his smile, ... but she was the forbidden constellation he should have never tried to name. Every rule, every expectation, every whispered doctrine said they were opposites, destined to orbit but never collide. And yet collide they did, like stars shattering against each other's gravity. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ "Love.. what a pathetic excuse for weakness" ♡ James Potter x OC A Marauders Era fanfiction

Emerson Wilmore was an exemplary Ravenclaw student, known for her unwavering dedication to academics and an unyielding moral compass. However, things took a twisted and deviated turn in her life after her boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, was murdered by Lord Voldemort during the Triwizard Tournament. Now, in her Fifth-Year at Hogwarts, she is trying to navigate through her overwhelming and mind-numbing grief. Unexpectedly for Emerson, she finds herself caught in an unwanted storm of chaos that is brought by Mattheo Riddle, the Slytherin son of the man who destroyed her entire world. With his rebellious yet enigmatic, bad-boy attitude, Mattheo is everything that Emerson despises. For Mattheo however, he cannot help but be drawn to the perfect and unblemished Ravenclaw. Despite her palpable disdain for Mattheo, an unusual interest flickers. As he tries to unravel the mystery of the girl in any shape or form he can attempt, their hostile exchanges finally burn into a magnetic connection. Amid their blinding animosity towards each other, the two slowly start to discover that the line between love and hate is precariously thin, a line that they both find terrifying to cross. #1 slowburn #2 enemies to lovers #4 Mattheoriddle #2 harrypotter

──── VEINS OF MADNESS ❝oh, i believe they're meant to be something, somehow, someday yes, it's clear to me, they're meant to be something, somehow, someday❞ ﹙ harry potter x fem!oc; background couples ﹚ ﹙ golden trio era﹚ ﹙ the goblet of fire - the deathly hallows﹚ ﹙ book one and only ﹚ ﹙ status: ongoing﹚ ©ronaldiary | 2025

Audrey is a kind-hearted and gentle soul, known for her graceful beauty and quiet strength. With her long blonde hair, soft blue eyes, and radiant smile, she effortlessly captures the attention of those around her, though she tends to shy away from the spotlight. Raised in an aristocratic family with a strong sense of propriety, Audrey is thoughtful, compassionate, and always eager to help others. Her sensitivity and understanding make her a loyal friend and a source of comfort to those who know her well. Though she has often kept her emotions close to her chest, Audrey has a deep well of love and affection for those she cares about, particularly for George Weasley. George Weasley is charming, witty, and full of life. With his mischievous grin and quick sense of humor, he is always the center of attention, making everyone around him laugh. He has a natural charisma that draws people to him, and he shares a special bond with his twin brother, Fred. Though George can be carefree and playful, he also has a deep capacity for loyalty and care, especially when it comes to the people he loves. Over time, his feelings for Audrey blossom from friendship into something deeper, revealing a side of him that is tender, sincere, and profoundly affectionate. Despite his usual confidence, his relationship with Audrey makes him more introspective and vulnerable, showing a more thoughtful side of the beloved Weasley twin. George Weasley x fem!oc Disclaimer: I do not support the views of JK Rowling. She can rot away, however most of the characters belong to her except for my OCs. (not proofread yet, so there might be mistakes)

In the History of Magic lesson, Professor Binns finds an old diary, belonging to the fifth founder of Hogwarts. He tells Professor Dumbledore, and the whole school learns the story of the founders. Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, Godric Gryffindor, and the founder no one knows about, Margarette Malachite. c. 2015-16 [I'm aware the writing is subpar, thank you]

There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand. "And it's my whole heart weighted and measured inside." Harry Potter x Fem!OC Prisoner of Azkaban - Deathly Hallows © flayedcrank

It was the stormiest night Godric's Hollow had seen in years when Lily Potter gave birth to twins. Amid flashes of lightning and crashes of thunder, two cries broke through the chaos - one strong and sharp, the other soft and oddly melodic. Harry James Potter came first. Roseline Lily Potter came second. A red-haired, green-eyed miracle, Roseline was the spitting image of her mother - but with a strange, celestial glow in her gaze that unsettled even Dumbledore. When she opened her eyes for the first time, the air in the room shifted. The phoenix perched on the window sill, a creature no one had seen before, let out a resonant cry and landed beside her. "She summoned it," James whispered. "She's not just a witch," Lily said, breathless. "She's something else." And unbeknownst to anyone... far away in a dark, snake-ridden manor, Tom Riddle - Lord Voldemort - felt something stir in his soul. A whisper. A pulse. "Rosy?" "Powerful... Very powerful," The Sorting hat murmured. "You have her soul, don't you? Yes... hers. The one who even made him choose love..." Roseline didn't understand. "Gryffindor!" it finally shouted. From that moment, her legend began. And when she walked past him that evening, her phoenix Agni landing on her shoulder, even Snape paused in his stride. He saw it too. His heart clenched. "Merlin," he whispered to himself. "She looks exactly like her." Roseline Potter. A fierce Harry Potter fan!!!! The girl is now reborn, perhaps by fate, to change the story that had once ended in tragedy. All Characters of this story belongs to J.K.Rowling except my OC Roseline Lily Potter