Madeline Hope Lupin is the daughter of Remus Lupin. Showing absolutly no signs of lycanthropy, you'd think her life would be easy. Not really. She was born mute, and just the same as how magic can't fix Harry's eyesight, it can't fix her vocal chords. She and her father lived a calm life in a cottage before Albus Dumbledore offered her father the job as Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. With no other family, Maddy journey's to Hogwarts with her father, and meets some famous people along the way. And it doesn't help that her father's former best friend is at large, but does she know that? No. Maddy may be in more trouble than she thinks, or in less than the rest of the world thinks. No person is really sure yet. Follow Maddy through the adventures of being a nine year old at Hogwarts, helping her father in DADA and avoiding a certain Potions professor at all costs. *I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own the cover silhouette. I only own Maddy Lupin. Based off of the books.*

I need to get away I need to get away I need to get away Helia Blacksmith and people had never got on. Her blank stare and chilling gaze were enough to send most of the inhabitants of Hogwarts scrambling away. She never smiled, never laughed, never cried and never screamed. The only remotely interesting thing about her is the curious way her enemies end up being discreetly punished and the fact that every night, without fail, she disappears out her her dormitory to who-knows-where. And the Marauders are curious. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs are about to take on a challenge. And as Remus is dragged further into Helia's world, he finds himself inexplicably drawn to Helia, the girl behind the carefully constructed mask and the stares wiped blank and the mystery. But Helia isn't going to make it easy for them to find her. She vanishes into thin air and lays traps and does everything in her power to eternally mess the the original Messers. But she can't help noticing one of them above the others. And in an internal battle she has learned to hide, what will win: her mind, that kept her protected for sixteen years, or her emotions, that have finally resurfaced after six? ///Cover by the fabulous @--feras ///

Cassiopeia Black should have been a son. She should have listened to her mother. She should have been born with working ears. She should have unlearned her father's rage. She should have been a better daughter. She should have unfisted her hands and set down the broom. She should have been a Black brother, not just their sister. Cassiopeia Black should have been a son. But she wasn't a son, and that's what made Cassiopeia, Cassy. The queen of Slytherin had always been Bellatrix, but everyone knew that Cassy was their golden girl. At the top of their class for three years, she was also their Quidditch captain. Even when she spent her entire fourth year being bullied by her house, that somehow only certified her even more as their golden girl. She belonged to Slytherin. Even when they despised her. Her twin, Regulus, was perfectly comfortable sitting back and watching his classmates treat her like an unreal being, for good and bad. In fact, he and Sirius both had not concerned themselves with Cassy since their 2nd year. They were the Black Brothers, and she was the Black Daughter; the two hadn't intercepted in three years. Cassy was still getting used to that fact, but she didn't have much time to, especially now in her fifth year when her time was being pulled between Quidditch, two certain Hufflpuff boys and her friends scattered between the houses. Cassy liked to pretend she didn't know how Slytherin perceived her; she was slightly disgusted by it - she had fought far too many of them to idolize her. But at the end of the day, the bruises on her knuckles had faded, and her last name had not. Unfortunately for them, she had yet to take anything at Hogwarts seriously. Sirius let out his trauma in late nights. Regulus bit his tongue and let it sit in his throat. Cassy liked to pretend it had never happened while it lingered like an infection in the back of her mind. But the infection was spreading, and Cassy didn't know what she'd do when it consumed her.