Hermione Granger, Gryffindor's Good Girl, Head Girl, Cleverest Witch of her Age, Nice to even the lowest of the low, Charity starter, Best Friend, Savior of the World, Best Auror in the making...Wanted for MURDER. Now, how does that even make sense? Draco wants to know...don't you?

❝ make them stop, dean! please! ❞ --- After Ron wakes up in the middle of the night, screaming that he saw Sirius Black, the murderer who escaped from Azkaban, Seamus Finnigan starts experiencing some horrid nightmares. All he wants is for them to go away. But he suffers every time his eyes close. He eventually confides in his best friend Dean who wants to help but doesn't know how. --- { takes place during the third book - prisoner of azkaban } { this is a seamus finnigan x dean thomas fanfiction - if you don't like it, leave } { i own none of these characters or the story! they were all made up by the lovely j. k. rowling }

Quills, quidditch, and Percy Weasley. These seem to be the only three things on Oliver Wood's mind lately. Quills - how many of them he's broken lately, working on his new job writing quidditch articles for the Daily Prophet Quidditch - how many days until he can play again, thanks to an injury due to a bludger Percy Weasley - how many butterflies are in his stomach every time he sees the redhead... and how hard he's trying to ignore them

16 and kicked out of his home, life doesn't look too good for Seamus Finnigan. Can an unexpected helping hand, an emotional roller coaster of a Christmas feast and confessions which are long since overdue turn it around for the better? As Seamus spends Christmas with Dean, he learns that family doesn't always mean being related by blood and home sometimes isn't a place, but a person that holds your heart instead. CONTENT WARNING: HOMOPHOBIA SWEARING MILD VIOLENCE

Judith Wagner didn't want to talk to the dead, but the dead didn't really give her a say in the matter.

*mature rating because of language* * TRIGGER WARNING * This is the rewrite of Learning How To Laugh Again. I feel confined within these walls that are depression, these walls that are glass, these walls that are closing in. Everyone peers in, unsure of how to act, so they just watch. They watch me get crushed between these walls. All except one.

Written in the points of view of four Ravenclaw students - Sean and Caiti O'Connell, Evelyn O'Sullivan, and Marlowe Finnegan - ELIXIR is the story of a Hogwarts champion in the Triwizard Tournament, friendships verging on romance, and the earliest signs of a new rising dark age. This story uses no canon characters and is set after Harry and his friends have left Hogwarts. (2017-2018)

COMPLETE // WINNER of 'Best Harry Potter' at the Wattpad Harry Potter Fan Fiction Awards 2017 // Everyone is lost. The boundaries between worlds are crumbling and dreams are rapidly turning into nightmares. Will Harry and his friends find the strength to save everything they hold dear, or will darkness claim them all forever? Thrown to the different corners of the Multiverse, Harry, Draco and their friends soon discover that this is much bigger than any of them could ever have imagined, and that the cost could potentially be higher than anyone ever feared. "To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil." William Shakespeare

COMPLETE // WINNER of 'Best Harry Potter' at the Wattpad Harry Potter Fan Fiction Awards 2017 // Draco is lost. Harry's is the world in trouble now, but it's Draco's past that is catching up to them. Fast. After the events of last November everyone is left reeling from Harry's journey into a parallel universe, but apparently destiny isn't done with him and his friends just yet. The doorway between worlds is weakened and it seems near impossible for anyone to stay where they belong. Or, is it just that where they belong is a little further from home than they thought? "But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams." W.B. Yeats.