Ilang Saglit, Sa Maling Siglo Akala ni Amara, ordinaryong araw lang ang lahat. Isang gabi, isang lumang libro, at isang susi na hindi niya alam kung saan nagmula. Ngunit sa isang iglap, nagising siya sa mundong hindi niya kailanman nakilala-isang mundong malayo sa panahon na kanyang kinalakihan. Taong 1896. Walang teknolohiya. Walang pamilyar na mukha. At higit sa lahat, walang paraan upang agad siyang makabalik. Habang pilit niyang hinahanap ang daan pabalik sa kanyang panahon, nakilala niya si Andres-isang lalaking tahimik, seryoso, at tila laging may dahilan upang mainis sa kanyang pagiging kakaiba. Magkaiba ang kanilang mundo. Magkaiba ang kanilang panahon. Ngunit paano kung sa maling siglo niya matagpuan ang taong hindi niya kailanman hinanap? At paano kung ang pagbabalik sa tamang panahon ay nangangahulugang kailangan niyang iwan ang isang bagay na unti-unti nang naging mahalaga sa kanya? Minsan, ilang saglit lang ang kailangan upang mabago ang isang buhay. Pero paano kung ang ilang saglit na iyon ay nangyari sa maling siglo?

Isabella Lovegood isn't the kind of Hufflepuff people walk over. While her house favors quiet patience, Isabella protects herself with razor-sharp comebacks, bold flirtation, and an intimidating edge that keeps everyone at arm's length. To the rest of Hogwarts, she's a force of nature. To Cedric Diggory-the house's soft-hearted, universally adored golden boy-she's a gorgeous puzzle he can't quite solve, especially when her teasing turns him completely flustered. Underneath the witty banter and playful insults, Isabella has loved Cedric since her first day at Hogwarts. But as Fourth Year begins and Cedric starts seeking out her company, he begins to see through her armor. Behind the jokes, the charm, and her fiercely protective nature over her sister, Luna, lies a broken, deeply observant girl carrying weight far beyond her years. Just as Isabella starts letting Cedric past her defenses, the Goblet of Fire selects his name-and the dynamic changes overnight. As the Triwizard Tournament unfolds and dark shadows stretch across Hogwarts, humor is no longer enough to hide her terror. Isabella is damned if she lets the boy she loves face the deadly tasks alone, and damned if she loses him to a fate that feels pre-determined. What starts as a slow-burn romance built on sharp banter turns into a desperate fight to protect each other-proving that the softest hearts often hold the fiercest loyalty. I dont own any characters only Isabella Lovegood and her friends that are going to be mentioned. 3# granger 7# lunalovegood 7# cedric

Beatrice Longbottom thought liking your best friend was a crime. But how can you escape it when that crime quickly becomes your favourite? Ron Weasley x Beatrice Longbottom (oc) Poa-Dealthy Hallows Cover by xsunnylovess

"and when i needed you, you thought best was to leave, but when you needed help i told you to call me"

❝ Some promises are never spoken; they are simply understood. ❞ ⤷ Draco Malfoy x OC Scarlett Greengrass has always known where she belongs: among the old families, beneath the weight of a name that carries expectations of its own. But returning to Hogwarts for her fourth year brings more than she anticipated. As old friendships shift, secrets begin to surface, and the line between loyalty and betrayal grows dangerously thin, Scarlett finds herself drawn into something she never expected. Especially when it comes to Draco Malfoy. They've always despised each other, forced to interact because of their families. But sometimes, the people you despise most become the ones you understand best. And some things are better left unspoken.

T/N siempre había estudiado en casa y, al cumplir la mayoría de edad, llegó el momento de empezar su vida en Hogwarts. Tenía miedo de no encajar, de estar sola y de que todo fuese demasiado diferente a lo que conocía. Pero no tarda en hacer amigos y descubrir que Hogwarts es mucho más de lo que imaginaba. Aunque hay algo que llama especialmente su atención: una cuenta anónima que publica cotilleos sobre los alumnos. Nadie sabe quién está detrás de ella, pero parece saberlo todo sobre todos. Y, por alguna razón, T/N empieza a aparecer cada vez más en sus publicaciones. Estado: En curso Tropes: Hogwarts • New girl • Friends to enemys • Enemys to lovers• Anonymous account • Gossip • Fred & George Weasley • Slow burn • Secrets•

⚯ ͛⋆✴︎˚｡⋆⚡︎ rosalie brown has never needed anyone to tell her who she is. daughter of sirius black, she carries his fire in her blood and her own kind of recklessness in her bones. she makes her own decisions, keeps her own counsel, and has never been particularly interested in being told what she should want. at hogwarts, she has built a life that is entirely her own : loud, complicated, beautiful and occasionally disastrous. until fred weasley begins to make himself impossible to ignore. he is infuriating. she is untouchable. what begins as a battle of sharp tongues and stubborn wills slowly becomes something neither of them can quite name. something in the spaces between arguments. in the looks that last too long. in the moments neither of them is willing to acknowledge. perhaps some people are simply impossible to ignore. and perhaps fred weasley was always going to be one of them.

❝ 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄. 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. ❞ ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ it was december 30th, 1979, when the black-lestrange couple received unexpected news: bellatrix was pregnant. in their own way, of course - they had truly loved each other, but they had never spoken about children. and, within the silence of their home, that news ended up cracking something between them. rodolphus lestrange was more frightened than he ever wanted to admit. he had been raised to become the perfect death eater. loyalty, pure blood, war: that had always been the only path meant for him. but deep down, in a part of himself he never showed anyone, there was still something human left. and that part of him, for a moment, truly wished to see that child be born. bellatrix, instead, already belonged to something else. contrary to what people said, she had married for real love. but bellatrix black was not made to be a mother. she was made for war, for dark magic, for her dark lord. motherhood could not belong to her. and it never would. she tried to get rid of the child. bur the tiny embryo refused to disappear. inexplicably, it remained there. stubborn. alive. and the pregnancy was carried to term anyway. but that choice would mark the child's destiny forever.