"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐖𝐞'𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞." ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ Dawn Malfoy was just like every other wizard her age. She grew up in a normal home with a normal family, was well-liked by her peers, and received good marks in school. One would've described Dawn's life as perfect until the end of her fourth year. That one tragic accident marked the beginning of her demise... when her life changed forever. ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ This is a Neville Longbottom x OC story (although most of the story doesn't revolve around their relationship) THIS STORY IS RATED MATURE FOR A REASON! CWs (Content Warnings) and Disclaimers are placed at the beginning of each chapter for reader discretion. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with... → Violent Acts & Descriptions → Sexual Content (Consensual & Nonconsensual) → Emotional & Physical Abuse → Suicide → Death ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ Started: 10/23/20 Finished: 12/14/23

reverie /ˈrɛv(ə)ri/ - a state of being lost in one's thoughts; a dream that feels almost real. Gisèle Mortaine was born with a gift that felt more like a curse, necromancy ran through her veins like poison. The Ministry called it a condition, her family called it a legacy. The rest of the world simply called her dangerous. Monitored. Controlled. Experimented on. She grew up learning that power was never hers to keep. Tom Riddle was different. Power didn't haunt him - he hunted it. He watched her from the shadows of Hogwarts, fascinated and furious that something so ancient, so forbidden, could belong to someone other than him. He wanted it, her magic, her knowledge, her undoing. And so began their quiet war: brilliance against brilliance, manipulation against manipulation. Hate dressed as fascination. Obsession mistaken for destiny. Because sometimes, to possess power, you must destroy the one who holds it. And sometimes, what begins as a reverie - a dream - becomes the nightmare you cannot wake from.

Book 1 of the Heart like yours series (HARRY POTTER) * (HARRY POTTER SERIES) |Prisoner of Azkaban to Deathly Hallows| |Slow Burn| |Includes Cho Chang and Lavender Brown Bashing| |No Romione| Started: March of 2021 Finished: January of 2023 *I do not own anything in the harry potter series, just my OCs and plotline*

"𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚?" "𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙒𝙝𝙤𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙢𝙜 𝙨𝙪𝙣. 𝘼 𝙙𝙚𝙗𝙩 𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙥𝙪𝙣." What if the sweet miller's daughter did not guess the name of conniving Rumplestiltskin? Captured as a mere infant, taken away from her parents and raised isolated from the world. Ostara Stiltskin became suspicious of her heritage when she shared no traits with her Goblin-like father. To end her suspicions, he gifted her with the priceless gift of magic when she turned 17. When Ostara's control over her magic lessens, he sends her away to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But what events will unfold when Ostara meets a power hungry boy, with a talent for charming others? Will she discover her true heritage? And at what price? Rankings: 1. In Folktale - 03/10/2022

A tale of forbidden love - full of yearning, fluff, angst, and a lot of smut with feelings. So detailed you'll feel like you're in the room with them - even if you shouldn't be 😏 Seventeen-year-old Lex Malfoy, older sister to Draco, is heading into her final year at Hogwarts. With whispers of the Dark Lord's return growing louder, she finds herself increasingly concerned about her brother's involvement in dangerous matters. But despite the weight of these worries, her attention is often elsewhere-on Fred Weasley. For years, their playful banter and shared classes have been a steady constant,casual even,but something feels different this year. Fred seems to stir something in her, a longing for a kind of freedom she's only ever glimpsed when he's around. As Lex begins to confront her own wants and desires, she struggles to maintain the carefully crafted mask she's worn her entire life, torn between duty to her family and the hope of a life that feels entirely her own. Disclaimer: Although the main characters are seventeen for part of this story (since they still need to be at school for the plot to unfold), the narrative is set during the Half-Blood Prince era and beyond. I picture fred as his older, adult self in this fic. The fanfiction follows the events of the sixth movie onwards, while incorporating hints from the fourth and fifth movie. In this version, Lex, Fred, George, and Cedric are in their final year at Hogwarts. Draco and the Golden trio are a year below. Deaths may be taken out. (Cedric and serius are alive) Characters mentioned from books and movies belong to Jk Rowling and Warner brothers. In

― "You feel like sin in my veins." ― Elara Black was born into a name that demanded greatness and offered nothing in return. A daughter of the Noble House of Black, Elara learned early that observation was power-and that everything, given enough patience, could be reduced to something understandable. She cared for patterns. For control. For the delicate, intricacies of magic itself - its limits, its mutations... its monsters. Creatures did not lie. They did not pretend. They simply were. So when she uncovered the secret of Remus Lupin - she did not tell. She studied. He was an inconsistency. And Elara Black had always been drawn to inconsistencies. Remus Lupin fascinated her in a way she could not stand. Elara Black unsettled him in a way he did not understand What began as a calculated act of blackmail became something far more dangerous - late nights, controlled experiments, whispered theories, and a tension that simmered just beneath the surface. Because Elara didn't just want to understand the wolf. She wanted to understand the boy. And in that understanding, there was desire, sharp as a scalpel, precise as a blade. And in the space between cruelty and curiosity, something began to unravel - something neither of them quite understood, where control fractured into something deeper, something darker, till there was no line left between subject and observer. Only the slow, inevitable dissection of them both. ☽｡⋆

you know how much i hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back, just like that ( fem!oc x harry james potter ) | STATUS : IN PROGRESS

❝Love is for children, My Royal Highness. What I feel is much fitting for a man of twisted fixation... Obsession.❞ His expression sharpened more than a thousand knives as he says, ❝𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽, 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓸.❞ 𓇢𓆸 The crown was a prize Tom needs to fulfill his calling. To attain it, he sets off his noble Knights of Walpurgis to romance and marry the heir of the wizarding throne-Princess Astraea Carden Hestine. But infatuation grows strong the moment the invisible string pulls closer. Crimson shall meet winter; warm against cold. And meticulously, carelessly, a twisted man unwinds himself for a blossom growing in the snow. But darkness doesn't subside-it merely stands on the sidelines, slowly consuming every light it can find. And it found her. Kept her. But lost her through that darkness.

"I would challenge death himself if it meant I could spend forever with you." Harry Potter dead. The wizarding world lost. Lyra was sent back with the goal of ending the boy who would one day become Voldemort and create catastrophe in the wizarding world. But what happens when her memories of his true identity become lost upon her arrival to the past? Would she be able to recover them just in time... ...or was it already too late? | Completed | {To be blunt the first few chapters are not to my liking, I started writing this for fun but then became really invested into it after a few chapters.}