Born and first raised in a home filled with love and laughs, Lyra Eileen Potter came into the world minutes before her twin brother, Harry James Potter. So she was the first to cry and the first to be held - but the fate decided she'd be the one to be taken away first, that night. On October 31st 1981, the night everything changed for Harry - who soon became the Boy Who Lived -, a burst of white lighting carried Lyra out of Voldemort's reach. And while everyone remembered Harry, no one remembered Lyra - the Girl Who Vanished. Years passed, and under the name Selwyn, she grew up surrounded by the cold elegance and silver-lined expectations - a pureblood legacy, distant smiles, and rules stitched into every word. But Lyra learned how to adapt, how to read people, how to keep secrets. At Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat had screamed Slytherin. And although she wore green and silver with quiet pride, she never truly mirrored those beside her: she was too thoughtful to follow blindly, too curious to conform - and too kind, perhaps, for a house known for its ambition and edge. Then her fourth year came and something shifted. Behind everything, a warmth became to bloom. Maybe it was the Twiwizard Tournament. Maybe it was him - the red-haired prankster with too much charm in his grin and too much gentleness in his gaze: George Weasley. Or maybe it was the way she started to really look at Harry Potter - not as the boy who lived, but as someone ho carried the same quiet ache in her chest. Or perhaps it was simply time for the lies to crack, and for the speed in her blood to rise. [gof-dh] [george weasley x fem!oc] [started august 4, 2025]

Rain was tingling my skin. Droplets of water were refreshing me, my body - my soul - all warmed up by the wave of anger that was making me boil. I was clenching my fists, throat sore by what I just finished yelling at his face. It seemed like a movie, rain and all. If it wasn't that my heart was aching and cracking. I looked up with a frown, waiting for any answer, a sign that he did care about me, that I was wrong. "As I thought. A coward." I spit out, ready to finish what I started, what we started long ago. That wasn't how this fight was supposed to end. But nothing ever goes as planned when George Weasley looks at me like that. At those words his eyes got wider, angrier. With a couple steps he fulfilled the distance between us, our bodies almost touching, electricity flaring between us. We've been circling each other all year - sarcasm, snide remarks, stolen glances. Now, with just inches between us, it's clear: we're both done pretending. This isn't about winning anymore. It's about surrendering. A smirk appeared on his face. "Say it again". He wasn't mad. He was hungry. And so was I. - A George x OC fanfiction. Friends to lovers. Angst. Slow burn. Emotional damage guaranteed. !DISCLAIMER! All characters (apart for the OC) belong to J. K. Rowling

Althea Lestrange è la figlia minore della famigerata e pluriomicida Bellatrix Lestrange, la quale non ha mai avuto modo di conoscere per via del suo imprigionamento ad Azkaban perciò è costretta a vivere tutta la sua vita con la zia Walburga, non togliendo nulla ad Hogwarts ovviamente. Serpeverde, ovviamente, vive le sue giornate dividendosi tra lezioni noiose e scherzi insieme al suo gruppo di amiche, prendendo il tanto meritato soprannome di Combina guai, ma vi ricorda qualcosa? O meglio qualcuno? Forse un ragazzo dai capelli rossi? Di nome George? Mettiamoci anche un piccolo segreto di famiglia e un potere da nascondere e il gioco è fatto!

Persephone Malfoy, sixteen years old, is the eldest daughter of the Malfoy family, and since she was born a girl, she will certainly not be the heir cause everything will go to her younger brother, Draco. Lucius Malfoy has never tolerated his daughter's presence; he cannot stand her, and the only thing she has ever done right in his eyes was being sorted into Slytherin. Narcissa, on the other hand, has always loved her children with all the affection a mother could give, but with her it's different, because her little girl is special. Persephone is a young woman born in darkness and shadow and the shadows, in particular, are her friends. She is destined either to make the Malfoy name unbreakable, the greatest family in the wizarding world, or to destroy it entirely. But many secrets echo through that house, secrets she still knows nothing about. And Fred Weasley will be the greatest secret she must keep, the one that might bring her whole family to ruin.

Althea Lestrange is the youngest daughter of the infamous and murderous Bellatrix Lestrange, whom she never had the chance to know due to her imprisonment in Azkaban. As a result, she's forced to live her entire life with her aunt Walburga though that doesn't take away from her time at Hogwarts, of course. A Slytherin, naturally, she spends her days balancing boring classes and pranks with her group of friends, earning herself the well-deserved nickname Troublemaker. But does that remind you of someone? Maybe a red-haired boy? Named George? Add in a little family secret and a power to hide, and there you have it!

Persephone Malfoy, 16 anni, è la figlia maggiore di casa Malfoy e essendo nata donna non sarà sicuramente l'erede della famiglia, tutto andrà in mano a suo fratello minore, Draco. Lucius Malfoy non ha mai sopportato la presenza di sua figlia, non la tollera e l'unica cosa che per lui è riuscita a fare di buono in tutta la sua vita è stata essere smistata nella casa di Serpeverde. Narcissa invece ha sempre amato i suoi figli con tutto l'amore che una madre potesse dare, ma con lei è diverso perché la sua bambina è speciale. Persephone è una giovane donna, nata nell'oscurità e nell'ombra, le ombre in particolare sono sue amiche. Lei è destinata a rendere indistruttibile casa Malfoy, la famiglia più grande del mondo magico o a distruggerla. Ma tanti sono i segreti che riecheggiano in quella casa, di cui lei ancora non sa nulla. E Fred Weasley sarà il segreto più grande che lei dovrà nascondere e che forse farà cadere a pezzi tutta la sua famiglia.

Book Two of the 'Antidote' Series: A George Weasley X OC Fanfiction Jolie Carrow returns to Hogwarts for her fifth year. Along the way, she reconnects with a few familiar faces as well as meets a few new ones. Her first priority once back at school? Stay away from George Weasley. However, she has no clue just how impossible that will prove to be... Reminder: This is Book Two of a series. For context, read Antidote: Book One. DISCLAIMER: ALL CHARACTERS AND NAMES BELONG TO J.K. ROWLING (unfortunately)

Book One of the 'Antidote' Series: A George Weasley X OC Fanfiction Jolie Carrow, the daughter of the understated third Carrow sibling, is beginning her fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She is a Slytherin, through and through; Cunning, ambitious, clever, and fiercely loyal. She's got her whole life planned out... Until a certain Weasley causes her plans to falter. DISCLAIMER: ALL CHARACTERS AND NAMES BELONG TO J.K. ROWLING (unfortunately) - Mostly canon compliant - There is MATURE content in this. Don't read if you don't like it. - Story takes place in the Golden Trio's 3rd year, Prisoner of Azkaban. - OC and Daphne Greengrass are in their 4th year. - Theodore Nott is in his 5th year. - There is a Yule Ball every year in the last week of January in this fic because jkr is lame for making the students stay at school during Christmas holiday :)

An ongoing collection of drabbles, one-shots, and moments in different POVs of the characters of 'Antidote'. Planned to feature the perspectives of Daphne, Theo, Blaise, and possibly Draco and Pansy. Character's POV will be in chapter titles and timeline will be stated in italics at the beginning. - all characters and names belong to j.k. rowling (ick)

TWs: 18+, graphic violence (torture, etc.) mature language, sexual content, drug use ••••• Katherine Black was born to rule. To command. Order and control were the rhythm she lived by, the structure she built her world upon. She knew exactly who she was, and so did everyone else. What she inspired wasn't fear, nor was it blind admiration. It was either respect, or a nasty type of jealousy. But there was always one exception. One infuriating, impossible, red-haired exception who refused to bow to her presence. Fred Weasley. So the question becomes: what happens when the Trickster falls for the untouchable Heiress? And what happens when he realises her destiny is far too great to comprehend?