Briar watched him with curiosity as he shuffled closer. He stumbled when he neared her but managed to steady himself before he fell. He slightly blushed and stuck out his hand with the dandelion in it. He murmured, "For you." She felt something odd happen in her chest. It felt like fluttering, she thought, but she tried to push these feelings away. She didn't want to acknowledge them. She didn't want them to be real. // Briar was just trying to survive her schooling at Hogwarts with the constant trouble her fellow students seemed to start, but the Ministry of Magic was determined to help each student find their soulmate through a series of letters and hints over their years at Hogwarts. Only problem? Briar didn't believe in love. SOULMATE AU // HP FANFIC Highest Rankings: #1 in NevilleLongbottom #1 in Neville #1 in Soulmate #1 in SoulmateAU #1 in Slytherin #1 in Hogwarts #1 in DeathEaters #2 in HarryPotter #2 in Forbidden Love #3 in Gryffindor #6 in FanFiction /disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters or that universe. I only own Lorelei Jones and Briar Davies./ [started - november 2020; finished - february 2021]

After the Second Wizarding War, it turned out the Order of the Phoenix wasn't the only secret society that worked against Voldemort. This is the story of another group of witches and wizards that resisted Voldemort and his regime. Meet Acelina Yaxley, the youngest daughter of Death Eater Corban Yaxley. At first glance, she appears as the perfect pure-blood daughter. She is about to marry pure-blood bachelor Marcus Flint, and recently, got promoted and transferred to the upcoming Muggle-Born Registration Office. Yet, nothing could be further from the truth. With the help of Percy Weasley, one of the few people who seemed to see Acelina for who she really is, Acelina resists Voldemort's regime from within the Ministry. And perhaps, a little love gets involved during the process... [Deathly Hallows] [Completed] Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, everything belongs to J.K. Rowling. I do own the characters I created and would appreciate it if you don't steal or copy them in any way.

Lorelei Calypso is a half-breed in the wizarding world. When her father seduced a beautiful mermaid, she was born into a time of war and pain. The Weasley family takes her in as their own when Lorelei embraces her wizarding genes. Follow Lorelei in her time at Hogwarts with the infamous pranking trio: Fred, George, and Lee. Once Harry Potter makes his debut at Hogwarts, everything changes. A war is on the rise, and Lorelei is ready to fight for the ones she loves. She is ready to defend her home and her family. ** George Weasley love story :) pre-hp -- d.h started: june 8, 2020 finished: september 30, 2020 I DO NOT OWN ANY OF JK ROWLING'S WORK. STORYLINES AND CHARACTERS ARE HERS. I ONLY OWN LORELEI & AMATHEIA. highest rankings: #1 remuslupin -- june 29, 2020 #1 weasley -- july 18, 2020 #1 georgeweasley -- july 27, 2020 #1 weasley -- august 2, 2020 #1 georgeweasley & weasley -- august 5, 2020 #1 fredweasley & georgeweasley -- august 6, 2020 #1 potter and weasley -- august 12, 2020 #1 potter -- august 18, 2020 #1 siriusblack & potter & weasley -- august 28, 2020 #1 hogwarts -- september 14, 2020 #1 quidditch -- october 15, 2020 #6 harrypotter -- october 21, 2020 #2 fanfiction -- march 4, 2021

When moon meets the sun. At Hogwarts, Calliope Genevieve Black, the calculating Slytherin Quidditch captain, and Oliver Wood, the fiery Gryffindor captain, share an unrelenting rivalry that fuels their every move. Both are driven by a fierce desire to prove their superiority on the pitch-Calliope, with her icy determination and perfectionism; Oliver, with his relentless passion and unyielding loyalty to his team. Each sees the other as an obstacle, a challenge to overcome, and neither will back down. Their fierce competition is legendary, but beneath the surface, there's a quiet, unspoken tension that neither fully understands. As the stakes rise, and the Quidditch Cup final approaches, their rivalry reaches new heights. What drives them? What secrets are they hiding? In a battle of pride, power, and ambition, only one can emerge victorious-but will their conflict stay strictly on the pitch, or will it evolve into something far more complex?

Hogwarts has always been a prestigious school for witches and wizards, but few outside its walls know the truth-it has been divided for centuries. One side, a grand castle for young wizards. The other, an equally enchanting fortress for witches. Separated by tradition, history, and an unwritten decree that no one dared challenge. Until now. With the Ministry pushing for modernization, the long-standing division is abolished, merging the two schools into one. For the first time in Hogwarts' history, boys and girls will study, live, and grow together. Among them is Percy Weasley, a rule-abiding, bookish prefect with ambitions that stretch far beyond the castle walls. He has always known where his future lies-until Lauren Smith and the rest of the girls arrive, turning his structured world upside down. Lauren has been Percy's silent distraction for years. A brilliant and confident young witch, she represents everything he tries to ignore-emotion over logic, spontaneity over order. With the walls between them gone, will Percy finally confess what he's buried for so long? Or will he force himself to forget, choosing ambition over love? As friendships are tested, rivalries flare, and old traditions crumble, Hogwarts will never be the same again. And neither will Percy Weasley.

At Hogwarts, Percy Weasley is perfect-a Prefect polished to a shine, tie always straight, every rule memorized like scripture. Naomi is his match in bloodline and brilliance, but where Percy follows the rules, she knows how to bend them. Pureblood, yes-but with a glint in her eyes that says reputation be damned. She teases him with parchment-passed notes during Ancient Runes, fingers brushing his as she hands them over, lips curved just slightly too much for innocence. He pretends to ignore her. Pretends not to feel the way her gaze lingers too long. But she knows. And so does he. It all snaps one night in the Prefect's bathroom-late, quiet, forbidden. He catches her there, alone, steam curling around her like smoke around fire. That's when he breaks. He kisses her like he's never broken a rule in his life-slow at first, like he's savoring every second of rebellion. But it doesn't stay slow. His hands find her waist, her lips find his neck, and suddenly the golden boy of Gryffindor is unraveling beneath a girl who makes him forget his badge. The marble is cold but her skin is fire, and somewhere between her whispering his name and his fingers tracing her collarbone, Percy decides: for once, he wants to be wrong. When it's over, and they're tangled up in discarded robes and stolen breaths. And Naomi just smiles-because she's known that all along.