Every summer after him. ⋆˙⟡ Beautiful, clever, and impossibly composed, Audrey spent most of her life convincing the world she had everything figured out. As a wealthy Slytherin prefect with perfect grades, loyal friends, and a carefully curated future, she appeared untouchable. But beneath the polished exterior was a girl ruled by her heart more than she'd ever admit. A girl who loved deeply, recklessly, and with a devotion that terrified her. WARNINGS: smut, explicit language, dr*gs, underage drinking, violence. characters are aged up!! so audrey and her friends are 18, and fred is 19 and he is a year above audrey in this book

(ON HIATUS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE) 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒? 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 is not your average pureblood heiress. Instead of insulting mudbloods and blood traitors, she befriends them. Being related to one of the most prestigious families in the Wizarding World doesn't help her image either-as they say, once a Black, always a Black. But does she really want to associate herself with her blood? After years of being controlled by her grandmother, Cressida Black, daughter of Arcuturus and Melania Black-Eleanor finds herself burdened with the power she holds. The foresight of her mother's descendants, the ancient practices taught to her at age 9, how was a girl like her supposed to live with such weight? The puppet was now the one with the strings, how was she supposed to use them? She'll tell you how-by using it after uncovering her mother's secrets. It wasn't everyday a girl's mother was the Dark Lord's most trusted witch, so why should she be like the everyday girl? ✴ Fred Weasley x Original Character - friends to lovers - slow burn - second chance cover by : _rinnemi1 on tiktok, @idkwhattoput_12 on wattpad 😼

When great power arises, so does its burden. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ Cassiopea Black was never really a child, she held within her soul, something greater than wizardry could explain. A child weaponised, tortured, and empowered, a blade forged in cold starfire in ways only the noble house of Black could conceive Yet destiny has a way of bending even the most carefully crafted monsters, once they meet the sun. Because James Potter was everything she could never be, golden where she was carved in midnight, reckless where she was restrained, warm-hearted in all the places she had been frozen. a boy who carried the sun in his smile, ... but she was the forbidden constellation he should have never tried to name. Every rule, every expectation, every whispered doctrine said they were opposites, destined to orbit but never collide. And yet collide they did, like stars shattering against each other's gravity. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ "Love.. what a pathetic excuse for weakness" ♡ James Potter x OC A Marauders Era fanfiction

A Fred Weasley FanFiction Heléna Victoria Granger, Hermione Granger's little sister, gets sorted into Gryffindor with her best friend Ginny Weasley. For Heléna, Fred has always been an impossible love, just a crush for her bestfriend's brother. Everything changes when he really notices her, and she can't escape anymore. ✧˖°. ⋆｡˚ ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, sorry for eventual mistakes. Slow Burn, deals with topics that may offend sensitivity. The story contains explicit scenes. All characters belong to JK. Rowling, except Heléna, who was created by me. All rights reserved.

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]

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

Catching feelings for Fred Weasley? Yeah, that was never part of the plan. Actually, Fred Weasley was never supposed to be part of anything. I'm Seraphina Malfoy-yes, that Malfoy. Slytherin, older sister of Draco, and proud lover of avoiding emotions since first year. Fred? He's loud, impulsive, infuriating-and thinks turning someone's hair green is peak comedy. Fred is allergic to rules. I'm allergic to him. We were supposed to hate each other. And we did. Until we didn't. This shouldn't be a love story. It's a catastrophe in progress. Step 1: Ignore him. Step 2: Outsmart him. Step 3: Do not fall for a Weasley!!!!

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ The Cage you build °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Odette Thorne prefers to stay quiet, unnoticed, and tucked behind her sketchbook. At sixteen, she's learned that being invisible is safer - softer. But in her sixth year at Hogwarts, Fred Weasley starts looking her way. Really looking. And suddenly, the girl who paints in silence begins to wonder what it means to be seen. Have fun!

ᝰ.ᐟ In the world of ballet, perfection is everything. Beatrice Ashford has spent her entire life chasing it - perfect turns, perfect posture, perfect control. As the star dancer of the New York City Ballet, she is preparing for the biggest performance of her career: the opening night of Odette. But when one of the company's dancers is found brutally murdered inside her dressing room only one day before the premiere, the beauty of the ballet world begins to crack. A message is left behind. A killer is hiding inside the theater. And everyone becomes a suspect. Called to New York, Spencer Reid and the BAU must uncover the truth before the killer strikes again. But the deeper Spencer digs into the world of ballet, obsession, and perfection, the more he realizes that Beatrice Ashford may be closer to the danger than anyone thinks. Because someone is watching her. Someone who believes perfection is worth killing for. And opening night is getting closer.

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 was always loud, reckless, and impossible to ignore. But during the war, an explosion put him in a coma for a year and when he woke up, he could no longer speak. The jokes and laughter were gone. Now there are only scars, silence, and long days spent working in the back while George talks to the customers. 𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐭 wants to run away from her pure-blood family and the marriage they planned for her. With nowhere else to go, she ends up at 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐬, hoping to hide among shelves of fireworks and tricks. ⟡˚˖ I only own my original characters and plot. All credit to the Harry Potter universe belongs to J.K. Rowling. A 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐎𝐂 post-war story. TW: mentions of war, trauma, coma.