This MAY not be a love story where love wins. This is a story about the cost of survival-about what has to be surrendered when power chooses you, and how some acts of mercy look indistinguishable from cruelty. There are moments in this story that will feel tender. You should not trust them. But that is up to you. There are promises that will sound safe. They may not be. Pay attention to what is missing, not what is said aloud. Forget-me-nots appear often. They may not be symbols of hope here. Some memories are taken. Some are given away. And some are destroyed so thoroughly that no one left behind will ever know what they lost. If you are looking for justice, you may not find it. If you are looking for comfort, you will find it in a summer beneath the trees. But you have been warned. But if you are willing to follow a girl who learns-too late-that love can be the most dangerous form of magic, then turn the page. Just remember: the kindest spells rarely feel kind at all. 18+ advised, use of drugs, alcohol and some sexual scenes further down the line though they can be shipped.

❝Will you watch the stars with me, Draco?❞ The question slipped from my lips before I could stop it.

Aura Vale came to London to marry Draco Malfoy. Rich. Reserved. Former Death Eater. Daddy issues wrapped in a designer suit. She didn't expect her first patient at St. Mungo's to be Mattheo Riddle. Volatile. Unhealable. Voldemort's son with a jawline carved from generational trauma. One's her fiancé. The other? Her patient. She was supposed to heal one and marry the other. Instead, she's dodging feelings, digging up family secrets, and barely surviving the magical tension crackling through every slow-burn, forbidden moment. Malfoy family chaos. Forbidden romance. Emotional whiplash. It's not a love triangle. It's a healing circle. Two boys. One girl. Zero chill. This isn't just a love story. This is The Healing Aura. Three endings. Three futures. Three hearts. Choose your ending for this story wisely.