― "Even eternity cannot erase you." ― Calista Rosier was once Tom Riddle's most loyal follower - brilliant, ruthless, and willing to burn for him. She was untouchable, a girl carved of fire and ice who fascinated even the boy who would become Lord Voldemort. But devotion turned to obsession, and obsession turned to ruin. Betrayed and cursed while hunting Ravenclaw's diadem, she vanished into blood and silence, left for dead. Decades later, she returns to Hogwarts - disguised as her own daughter - a ghost wearing a new name. The world believes she is the next Rosier. In truth, she is the same girl, preserved by the curse, driven by one purpose: revenge. Yet the present is nothing like the past. Gossip and fleeting desires rule the common rooms, and the Slytherin boys who gather around her - Malfoy, Zabini, Nott - remind her cruelly of the knights she once called brothers. Most unsettling of all is Mattheo Riddle, the Dark Lord's son. He should be her weapon, her key to Voldemort's downfall. Instead, he becomes something far more dangerous: the one person who threatens to unravel her vengeance with the promise of something she no longer believes in. Where once she gave herself to Tom in obsession, now she finds herself torn by something even more dangerous: love. To destroy Voldemort, she must cling to her vengeance. To love Mattheo, she must let it go. One path will break her heart. The other will cost her soul. In the end, her story is not one of loyalty or revenge - it is one of deception. ☽｡⋆

― "You'd look exquisite in my undoing." ― Flora Moreau spoke in soft syllables and sharp truths. A Ravenclaw with ink-stained hands, she sketched the world as she saw it - not as it wished to be seen. Daughter of an ancient French bloodline, she had walked Hogwarts' halls for years, quiet as moonlight, untouchable as frost. Draco Malfoy loathed her. Her composure, her defiance, her refusal to give him the satisfaction of a single flinch. He provoked; she dismissed. He sneered; she smiled. And yet, she was in his mind - carved there like an etching he could not erase. She was everything he had been raised to hate, and everything he did not understand about himself. Their battles were fought in glances and words, in wit that cut deeper than curses, in the space between cruelty and longing - where the line between wanting her and destroying her blurred into damnation. ☽｡⋆

― "You are my ruin - and my salvation." ― Lilith Vale was born different - too sharp, too cold, and far too powerful for someone so young. Raised on dark magic and haunted by her father's death, she's spent her life searching for the spell that destroyed him... and nearly took her with it. Now in her final year at Hogwarts, she wears the badge of Head Girl like a mask. To the rest of the school, she's brilliant, distant, untouchable. But underneath, Lilith is spiraling - unraveling under the weight of secrets, survivor's guilt, and a hunger for knowledge that no book seems able to satisfy. Then comes him.. Tom Riddle - charming, calculated, and dangerously intelligent. He's the only one who sees her as more than a quiet storm. And the only one whose mind she can't seem to read. He wants to know what she's hiding. She wants to know why he's watching. Their connection is a game of power and proximity. A cold war wrapped in stolen glances and veiled threats. But something dark is stirring at Hogwarts - students are disappearing, ancient symbols are resurfacing, and Lilith is getting too close to the truth. To the truth about her father. To the truth about Tom. And to the truth about herself. Because some magic isn't meant to be studied. Some obsessions aren't meant to be survived. And some love stories are written only to end in destruction. ☽｡⋆

― "I love you more than life itself," ― Althea Potter had always been a light. Where James burned wild and reckless, she glowed warm and steady, drawing people in with her laughter, her kindness, and her stubborn belief that everyone carried a spark worth loving. She was the sister who brightened shadows, the girl who never let anyone feel unseen. Regulus Black, on the other hand, was born of shadows. Cold where she was warm, distant where she was tender, sharp where she was soft-he was a boy sculpted by duty, drowning beneath the weight of a name that demanded silence, obedience, sacrifice. They were opposites, orbiting each other in disdain. She saw him as cruel and unfeeling, and he saw her as naïve and foolish. Yet the world has a way of binding the unwilling, and war makes strange companions of enemies. Slowly, through whispered arguments and stolen glances, Althea discovered the boy beneath the mask, and Regulus found himself yearning for the light he had spent his life rejecting. But love in times of war is fragile. It does not always save. Sometimes it destroys, quietly, beautifully, tragically. And when the end came-as it always would-they both learned that hatred can turn to love, and love can burn into something fiercer still. Something unshakable. Something eternal. Something that could only be called devotion. ☽｡⋆