𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚. She'd seen breathtaking mountains, endless fields of fresh green grass and the brooding Bulgarian dragons. Florence had seen so much beauty that she was beginning to believe nothing could surprise her anymore. But who would have thought that a boy she'd admired back in fifth year, a boy she'd long since convinced herself she'd forgotten, could possibly outshine the beauty of Bulgaria itself? 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑊𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦.

BOOK TWO 𝘊𝘖𝘙𝘖𝘕𝘈𝘌 𝘉𝘖𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘚 - "𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔." Delilah and Tom have traveled to the future, returning to her home which was torn apart by Tom's future self: Lord Voldemort. Their main task is simple, get to the Deathly Hallows before Grindelwald. But the path that lays after is divided in two, which one they decide to act on will decide the world's fate.

They grew up side by side, long before Hogwarts, long before names carried weight. Marie Greengrass has always known how to be perfect. Graceful. Kind. Untouchable. A Slytherin raised in old traditions and quiet expectations, she moves through the world with elegance, never letting anyone see how deeply she feels. Draco Malfoy has always known how to wear his name. Sharp-tongued. Arrogant. Unreachable. The heir to a legacy heavier than he lets on, he hides behind confidence and charm, letting the world believe he is exactly who they expect him to be. They have been friends since childhood. Since gardens and galas. Since secrets whispered under tables and promises never spoken aloud. Now, in their sixth year at Hogwarts, something has changed. A look held too long. A silence that says too much. And the quiet realization that some feelings don't fade, they wait. Because some love stories aren't loud. They are built slowly, carefully, out of everything that was never said. Author's Note This is a work of fanfiction. All characters from the Harry Potter universe belong to J.K. Rowling. Fan-casted characters such as Theodore Nott, Mattheo Riddle, and Lorenzo are also not my original creations. The only original character in this story is Marie Greengrass. This story takes place in an alternate version of the Harry Potter universe. While it is set during their sixth year at Hogwarts, the storyline does not follow the canon events or the ending of the books and movies. The focus of this story lies on character relationships, emotions, and personal growth rather than on the original plot. Draco Malfoy's character is inspired by canon, but portrayed in a softer, more romanticized way for the purpose of this story. This fanfiction is written purely for entertainment and creative expression.

Tom Marvolo Riddle x OC There was once a boy who was feared by all. A boy with dark, fathomless eyes and a mind sharper than any blade. A boy who walked the halls of Hogwarts like a king without a crown-powerful, untouchable, unkillable. And then there was her. Catherine Valentine. The golden girl of Hufflepuff. Sweet, soft-spoken, endlessly kind. A girl who smiled like sunlight and carried warmth in her touch. A girl adored by all, yet one who had eyes only for him-the boy who was too cold to feel, too ruthless to love. For years, he had watched her from the shadows. For years, he had longed for the impossible-to reach for something pure, something good, something he was never meant to have. And for years, she had watched him back. She saw what no one else did. Not the monster. Not the demon. But the boy beneath the cold exterior. And she loved him. For eternity. For forever. And forever - was exactly what he had always wanted.

It started with a glare, but ended with a kiss. In the suffocating silence of a forgotten Hogwarts closet, traps Draco Malfoy and Valerie Potter together. Sworn enemies, their every encounter is a battle of wills, a clash of venomous words. But in the darkness, with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, the bitter rivalry that defines them begins to crumble. Uncover a story where the very hate that binds them, ignites a desire too fierce to ignore. ( best story ranks ) #1 malfoy 04.10.26 #1malfoyfanfic 01.21.26 #1 potterstwin - 11.26.25 #1 harrypotterstwinsister - 06.08.25 #1 tomfelton - 07.16.26 #1 hogwarts - 09.29.25 #1 harryssister - 12.23.25 #2 potterssister - 08.10.25 #3 viral - 03.22.25 #6 potterhead - 03.25.25 #6 trending - 02.13.26 #8 potter - 04.21.25 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 D. Malfoy / Harry Potter's Twin Sister

In the shadows of a brewing war, two of Hogwarts' most dangerous minds clash. Aurora Black - heir to the Black family's blood magic and haunted legacy - wants nothing to do with Tom Riddle. He's arrogant, ruthless, and far too clever to trust. And Tom sees Aurora as a threat: powerful, sharp-tongued, and unwilling to kneel. The hatred between them is immediate, electric, and mutual. But hate, in their world, is just another mask for obsession. As their rivalry twists into reluctant partnership, and then something darker, they form the foundation of a secret inner circle: the Knights. Behind Hogwarts' ancient walls, the group grows in strength and purpose, launching missions to destabilize the Ministry and send a message - a war is coming, and they will be the ones to write its rules. But when one of their own betrays them, Aurora's memory is wiped clean. Her love for Tom, her loyalty to the Knights, even the truth of who she is - all gone. Recruited into the Order of the Phoenix, she fights for the very cause she once vowed to burn down. As the final battle erupts on Hogwarts grounds, Aurora's unstable blood magic explodes - and with it, so does the spell binding her mind. Her memories return in a storm of guilt and rage, and when the smoke clears, she finds herself standing on the wrong side... or the only side left. Love born from hatred. Power born from blood. And a girl torn between who she was, who she became, and the boy who never stopped waiting. In a world at war, memory is the deadliest magic of all.

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.