Stories don't always begin with stolen glances or promises. Sometimes they start between the lines of a book, behind a Potions desk or in an overcrowded train carriage. Seléne Montrose is a brilliant, competitive and charismatic Gryffindor. With her sharp humour and hidden anxiety about always having to prove herself, she built a solid reputation: a girl who knows how to stand up for herself, even when her heart races faster than her confidence. Blaise Zabini, instead, spent six years in the silvery shadows of the Slytherin dungeons. Elegant, reserved, unapproachable, with an aura of detachment that makes him difficult to read but impossible to ignore. The son of a feared yet admired mother, he learned early on not to trust others, to protect himself behind a controlled smile, to hint at a lot and say very little. They'd never really spoken to each other before being the Slug Club. Sitting a few seats apart, forced to share the same air and conversations, Seléne and Blaise suddenly found themselves adversaries. Two opposing worlds. Two characters destined to clash. But behind provocations and glances, there was common ground that neither of them wanted to acknowledge: the fear of showing vulnerability, the intolerance towards those who took everything for granted, the awareness that growing up in an ancient family did not mean feeling understood. It wasn't love at first sight or fierce hatred - but something more subtle: a balancing act, a tightrope that risked breaking with every sharp remark, every challenge thrown down, every silence shared for too long. As the war approached, two seemingly incompatible students would discover that attraction doesn't always arise only from the opposite that fascinates, but from that unexpected reflection that forces you to see yourself in the eyes of the other. blaise zabini x fem!oc started 25.01.2026

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]

𝐼𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓁? 𝒲𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓁 For Harry Potter, the legendary Boy Who Lived, his first eleven years were lived under the shadow of a simple, crushing lie: that his parents died in a car crash. When the magical world burst into his life, it wasn't just a world of wonder; it was a world of deadly destiny, demanding that he ensure Lord Voldemort would never rise to hurt anyone else. In the midst of this overwhelming mission, Harry found an unexpected, quiet constant in Juniper Diggory. She was the diligent, strategic bookworm who befriended him right from their first year at Hogwarts. While the rest of the world saw him as the hero, Juniper saw the boy beneath the cloak, offering him a friendship built on fierce loyalty and shared silence. Harry had no idea that this quiet friendship-this unwavering presence-would slowly become his most vital lifeline. As the shadows deepened and the threats grew more personal, Juniper transformed from a friend into the strategic partner, the calm mind, and the steady emotional force he needed. She became the single, unbreakable connection to sanity that kept him grounded when the chaos threatened to tear him apart.

"What do you mean you two don't know how to dance? Are you guys really that unseasoned in England? Levantate." "Don't say I didn't warn you. I will step over your toes, Señorita Marin." "You also said you wouldn't get drunk off of "coconut eggnog", yet here we are and leave my little piggies out of this, boys." "You taught me how to dance." "Y fuiste tú mi balie inolvidable." Disclaimer: I am owner only of my original characters, everything else belongs to J.K.R. We do not support her belief system here, thank you very much. This story is primarily based on Cataleya, and if you would like to use any of my character's or collab of any sort, please message me for permission. Started: 2025 Ended: ????