[ONGOING] Celine Mackey arrives at Hogwarts expected nothing more than an education, a notebook full of observations, and perhaps a few life long friends. Instead, a chance encounter on Platform Nine and Three-Quarters begins a friendship she didn't predict. As the years pass, secrets grow darker, and the lines begin friendship and something far more dangerous begins blur. Some stories are written in history, others are written in the margins.

❝ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴏ ɢᴏʀɢᴇᴏᴜꜱ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ. ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʀᴇtᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ❞ ❝ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴀᴄʀɪꜰɪᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ❞ ❝ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ɢʀʏꜰꜰɪɴᴅᴏʀ, ʜᴀʀʀʏ? ❞ 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 rebuilt from war, Harry Potter meets the one person who awakens something buried deep within him - a hunger, a devotion, a darkness. She was never meant to be his light. Yet for her, he would burn the world to ash. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎'𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | harry potter x oc | | harry potter | | the goblet of fire - the deathly hallows | | out of character ⚠ |

Cassie Mortensen has been having premonitions of peoples' deaths. George Weasley is trying to grapple with his feelings for his very pretty best friend who now has an equally pretty boyfriend. If you ask George, these two problems are at about the same level of importance. ( Or, to put it in the words of his favorite song from Cassie's Muggle Mix of '92, as far as George Weasley is concerned, everything little thing that Cassandra Mortensen does is nothing short of magic! ) ⋆★⋆ George Weasley x Fem!OC Goblet of Fire ── Deathly Hallows © noellelore '26 ⋆★⋆

Here I am, a rabbit-hearted girl. HARRY POTTER. autistic female oc PoA ─── DH written by eliza we all hate draco. real ones ship harry and matilda x

Blaise's jaw clenched at my words. Friends. He took another step forward closing the distance between us with quiet, deliberate purpose. "Friends?" he repeated, voice dangerously soft. "Is that what you want?" His dark eyes locked onto mine, unrelenting. "Because friends don't kiss like we did. Friends don't stay up talking until dawn. Friends don't..." He paused, almost struggling for a second like he was fighting himself just to say it. "...Look at each other the way we do." A beat of silence stretched between us in the torch lit hallway. Then he tilted his head slightly smirking but it didn't reach his eyes. "So if that's what you really want... fine." He took one slow step back. "But don't pretend we're just friends." His voice dropped lower, almost a whisper now. "You and I both know that ship sailed the second I caught you as a bloody sparrow." As a shapeshifter Maria has a lot of secrets to keep, luckily she meets two Slytherin boys in Hogwarts, that are willing to keep them. But what price does she have to pay, because the Ice Prince of Slytherin doesn't seem to just do something out of charity. As time passes the darkness from her past begins to creep its way back into her life and this time, she cant run away. She has to decide: freedom or the boy with an heart made from ice, that seems to melt in her presence? • this fanfiction is not based on actual events in the book and has no connection to the cannon story it simply includes characters and the world setting, nothing more. • English is not my first language, so please be nice :) Enjoy reading! 🫶

[ completed ] In their four years of knowing each other, Draco Malfoy and Amora Buckley have never managed to see eye to eye. However, when the pair are locked in the library overnight together, things start to change between them- and neither of them like it. Throw in Harry Potter's not-so-subtle crush on Amora, the fact that her cousin is Hogwarts' golden boy Cedric Diggory, and that her mother is the Muggle Studies professor, and things are bound to get even more complicated... TROPES/EXTRA TAGS: enemies to lovers, secret relationship, forced proximity, forbidden love, opposites attract, slowburn. TRAINING WHEELS draco malfoy x oc goblet of fire - deathly hallows harry potter series.

Briar Sinclair was every bit the Slytherin ideal-composed, cunning, and effortlessly cool. She rolled with the infamous Slytherin group. Their circle was tight, and it's been that way since first year. Blaise Zabini was... complicated. Sharp-witted, too observant, always watching with that unreadable expression. He never flirted-not seriously. Not with Blair, anyway. Which made it worse. Because she noticed him. The way he held the room without trying. How he stayed behind after the group left, like he was waiting for her to say something. How he always had a one-liner ready, but kept his real thoughts close to the vest. But one day, everything shifted. Glances across the common room lasted too long. Their bickering got sharper-but never cruel. A shared flask at a Quidditch afterparty. A pinky finger brushing hers under the table. Small things, unspoken.

Dove Daniel trova il numero di una ragazza, Liliana, nel bagno di una discoteca londinese. Avrebbe dovuto solo cancellarlo dalla parete. Un numero scritto con un pennarello nero, nascosto tra frasi volgari, cuori e promesse dimenticate da persone ubriache. Eppure, Daniel lo salva prima di cancellarlo. Tra battute sarcastiche, messaggi mandati a tarda notte, audio cancellati, incontri mancati e confidenze dette attraverso uno schermo, i due finiscono per costruire qualcosa che non ha un nome preciso. Sono due persone che si conoscono meglio al buio, dietro uno schermo, dove certe verità sembrano più facili da scrivere che da dire ad alta voce. I messaggi possono avvicinare. Illudere. Nascondere. E alcune bugie, anche quando nascono dalla paura, fanno male quasi più della verità.

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 blaise zabini fanfiction

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]