Dumbledore said that the Ministry of Magic, should they ever discover what I've done, could send me to Azkaban. He said I had put the world, and the fate of Hogwarts itself, in danger by stealing Hermione Granger's Time-Turner. I didn't expect him to understand. How could he? It wasn't his father who was broken by grief when Voldemort first struck all those years ago. It wasn't him who had to stand by and watch his father become a hollow shell of a man, consumed by self-loathing and guilt for the lives he could not save. So no, I didn't expect Albus Dumbledore, of all wizards, to understand why I did this. He could never understand that there is nothing more dangerous, more irreversible, than a daughter's love for her father.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Voldemort and the Death Eaters never existed. The wizarding world grew in peace, untouched by war or prophecy. rank: 🥇 #Georgeweasley 🥇 #Cedricdiggory 🥇 #Hogwarts 🥇 #Black 🥇 #Dracomalfoy 🥇 #Fred 🥇 #George ❀┊ʬʬ 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐄𝐑𝐀 ❀┊ʬʬ 𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄 𝐅. 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘! 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐂

They met at fourteen. Before the war. Before the loss. Before love meant anything. She wasn't supposed to matter. She was just supposed to pass through. Just a new girl finding her place at Hogwarts-until she found herself tangled in the lives of the Weasley twins, where laughter came easy, chaos came easier, and everything felt like home. What started as friendship-easy, effortless, and a little reckless-slowly became something harder to ignore. Because some people don't just change your life. They become it. But life has a way of changing everything when you least expect it. This is the story of every version of them. The laughing one. The broken one. And the one learning how to love again. A slowburn friends-to-lovers George Weasley x OC story spanning from fourth year (Chamber of Secrets) to after the war. Fireworks fade. Love doesn't. Updates every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

No one takes Quidditch as seriously as Oliver Wood - Except maybe Y/N Montague, the sister of Slytherin Chaser, Graham. He's Gryffindor's relentless Keeper - driven, loud, and absolutely obsessed with Quidditch. She's Hufflepuff's Chaser - calm under pressure, sharp-tongued, and just as competitive as he is. But when a first-year named Harry Potter joins the Gryffindor team and turns the spotlight on a new generation of players, both leaderships and your pride are suddenly put to the test. Y/N and Oliver find themselves caught between rivalry, pride, and something neither of them expected - understanding. Because maybe the only person who can keep up with her... is the one she swore she'd never fall for after all this time. [ Not Canon, but some things from the books/film are included (apart from voldemort) | Both in their fifth year ] ❤️💛

"𝑶𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕?" ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . You've been friends with Ron Weasley basically since birth. Neither of you inseparable and completely understanding of one another. It's bound for one of you to fall in love. That person being you. Nothing is more challenging than a one-sided relationship. Especially when Ron sees and treats you like family. A slowburn story where you witness Ron fall in love with every girl but you. When will it be your turn? - - - - I *do not* give anyone any permission to translate, create videos, or republish my work. I have all rights to my stories and would appreciate everyone to enjoy them on the platforms I post these stories on. These stories are free and I don't feel comfortable knowing others are making money off of them. (｡•́︿•̀｡) If you see my work anywhere else other than Wattpad and AO3, just know I did not give them any permission. - - - - 【!】 Characters belong to J.K. Rowling asides Y/N. - - - - #1 in ronxreader (06.01.23)

~𝓐𝓶 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷?~ Everyone knows Liliane Potter as the Girl Who Lived, Harry Potter's twin sister, brilliant, flirty, and completely her own storm of chaos. But what they don't know is that she's also been half in love with Fred Weasley since her second year at Hogwarts. But of course she'd never admit it to herself, let alone anyone else. Fred? He's the prank king of Gryffindor, the heartbeat of every joke, and the only boy who can make Liliane want something real. Their friendship has always been a battlefield of teasing glances and unspoken tension but everything starts to shift in their fourth year. Because this year, Cedric Diggory asks Liliane out. And this year, Fred takes Angelina Johnson to the Yule Ball. Between all the Triwizard chaos, stolen glances across common rooms, secrets and things no one's supposed to notice, Liliane finds herself caught between the boy she's dating and the one she always run to. Fred's beginning to realize he might've let the wrong girl go. And Liliane? She's starting to wonder if timing is just another cruel joke the universe plays on her. So this is the story of Liliane Potter. A slow-burn, friends-to-lovers story during Goblet of Fire, where sparks don't just fly they full on explode, hearts ache, and love might finally speak... if someone's brave enough to say it before tragedy strikes first.

What it's like to love someone completely different. ... They tell you: "Don't go with the wrong mix." In potions, a rule exists that if two incompatible ingredients were mixed, you could either blow up your cauldron or mess up your brew. It is apparent how two wrongs don't make one right. But there's another existing theory that states that in the art of potion making, if you manage to make two inharmonious things work together, then it might actually does. Just like them. He's the Gryffindor quidditch captain, she's the Slytherin's booksmart gem. A boy who is obsessed with quidditch and a girl who holds strong grudges towards it. How can they even get themselves to stand along each other and expect that they would work? [ Oliver Wood × Fem!OC ] [ BOOK ONE of the OA SERIES ] [ POA - DHA ] [ Completed ] [ ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ]

"Fred Weasley. Pleasure to meet you," one of the twins greeted me, sweeping into a bow and placing a kiss to my knuckles. I like this one. In which Fred Weasley falls for the badass Auror and the Auror tries to live a little. WARNING: Includes mature language and adult content that may be seen as offensive. AKA Some minor smut and swear words. Set in; Harry Potter and the OotP Harry Potter and the HBP Harry Potter and the DH I do not own any characters in this book except the ones I have created myself. The rest are owned by She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. RANKINGS: No. 1 #angelinajohnson - 25.05.21 No. 1 #harrypotterfanfic - 28.08.21 No. 1 #animagus - 30.08.21 No. 1 #tonks - 28.10.21 No. 1 #leejordan - 30.06.22

𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 has spent six years at Hogwarts perfecting the art of being invisible - a quiet, clever Slytherin who keeps her head down and her heart guarded. Fred Weasley has spent just as long being impossible to ignore - loud, adored, and maddeningly sure of himself. When one of his infamous pranks nearly sets her cauldron on fire, Evangeline finally catches his attention... for all the wrong reasons. What starts as irritation turns into rivalry, and rivalry soon burns into something far more dangerous. He thinks she's cold. She thinks he's insufferable. But the line between hate and something else is thinner than either of them ever imagined.

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.