"𝑊𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎. 𝐼'𝑚 𝑡𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑." Ophelia Thompson's life began with misfortune, abandoned as an orphan and forced to build walls around her heart, distancing even her closest friends. A mischievous deal with the charismatic James Potter unexpectedly begins to unravel the carefully constructed barriers, revealing the vulnerable truth she has long hidden. Plus there is Wolfstar!!!

― "You feel like sin in my veins." ― Elara Black was born into a name that demanded greatness and offered nothing in return. A daughter of the Noble House of Black, Elara learned early that observation was power-and that everything, given enough patience, could be reduced to something understandable. She cared for patterns. For control. For the delicate, intricacies of magic itself - its limits, its mutations... its monsters. Creatures did not lie. They did not pretend. They simply were. So when she uncovered the secret of Remus Lupin - she did not tell. She studied. He was an inconsistency. And Elara Black had always been drawn to inconsistencies. Remus Lupin fascinated her in a way she could not stand. Elara Black unsettled him in a way he did not understand What began as a calculated act of blackmail became something far more dangerous - late nights, controlled experiments, whispered theories, and a tension that simmered just beneath the surface. Because Elara didn't just want to understand the wolf. She wanted to understand the boy. And in that understanding, there was desire, sharp as a scalpel, precise as a blade. And in the space between cruelty and curiosity, something began to unravel - something neither of them quite understood, where control fractured into something deeper, something darker, till there was no line left between subject and observer. Only the slow, inevitable dissection of them both. ☽｡⋆

Grinning, Regulus remarked, "I bet you could've quoted some Shakespearian insult at Crouch if you'd wanted to." "Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon," Seri replied with a smile. Regulus's smile grew before something warmer took its place. Softly, he asked, "And goodbye?" Her voice a little more than a whisper, she replied, "Good night, sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!" Her cheeks flushing, she averted her gaze before she added, "Or perhaps, 'Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow' to suit your disdain for Romeo and Juliet." Regulus did not know what to say, but when their eyes met, he could not have spoken if he had wanted to. Something about her gaze held him there, completely captivated. Softly, he said, "I'll take the angels. Seems the better of the two." "Hamlet," she said, smiling. The moment hung between them, poignant and prolonged, as though neither quite wanted it to end. . Seraphina Iolanthe Potter was born a year after her older brother James Fleamont Potter. As such, it was not without fun and laughter that she grew up in the shadow of a war that would change her life forever. Seri enters her seventh year at Hogwarts, unsure what adventures await her as she begins her first and only year without her older brother and closest friends with her. It is only then when she finds herself in a train compartment with her now distant childhood friend, Regulus Black, now cold and cruel as his reputation. Read to follow Seri and Regulus's journey of growth, self-discovery, and, most importantly, love. Sequel coming soon :) Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. All characters outside of Seraphina Potter and Marzarine McGonagall belong to J.K. Rowling. Cover art: @avendell on tumbler

━━━━ 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ❝ mom, i am a rich man! ❞ ❨ marauders era ❩

there's venom in our veins, baby. REGULUS BLACK marauders era ©2021 middaydemon

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned! SIRIUS BLACK ╱ the Fatal Flaw series

Oh, what a tangled web we weave. ➝ marauders era (1977-78). ➝ remus lupin / female oc.

Elara June Lupin was the beacon of light in her family - full of laughter, wildflowers in her hair, and a heart that burned like the summer sun. She was brightness and bravery, the kind of girl who believed in hope even when the world told her not to. Regulus Black was the Slytherin Prince - cold-eyes and silver-tongued, all sharp edges and secrets. A boy raised on pure-blood legacy and quiet survival, with a future that was already carved into stone. When they're paired together in fifth-year Potions, everyone expects the worst - light and shadow rarely mix. But slowly, between simmering cauldrons and late-night study sessions, something shifts. A glance held too long. A lingered touch of hands. A truth shared in the dark. As the world around them begins to fracture under the weight of a growing war, Elara and Regulus are forced to choose: loyalty to the names they were born with, or the love that defies it all. Because sometimes, the brightest stars burn out too soon. And sometimes, love is the most dangerous rebellion of all. Started: June 17,2025 Ended: TBA I do not own Harry Potter, all characters, ideas, and plots from the movies and books belong to the author and rightful owners. I do however, own all the original characters, dialogue, plot, etc.

― "I love you more than life itself," ― Althea Potter had always been a light. Where James burned wild and reckless, she glowed warm and steady, drawing people in with her laughter, her kindness, and her stubborn belief that everyone carried a spark worth loving. She was the sister who brightened shadows, the girl who never let anyone feel unseen. Regulus Black, on the other hand, was born of shadows. Cold where she was warm, distant where she was tender, sharp where she was soft-he was a boy sculpted by duty, drowning beneath the weight of a name that demanded silence, obedience, sacrifice. They were opposites, orbiting each other in disdain. She saw him as cruel and unfeeling, and he saw her as naïve and foolish. Yet the world has a way of binding the unwilling, and war makes strange companions of enemies. Slowly, through whispered arguments and stolen glances, Althea discovered the boy beneath the mask, and Regulus found himself yearning for the light he had spent his life rejecting. But love in times of war is fragile. It does not always save. Sometimes it destroys, quietly, beautifully, tragically. And when the end came-as it always would-they both learned that hatred can turn to love, and love can burn into something fiercer still. Something unshakable. Something eternal. Something that could only be called devotion. ☽｡⋆

Love is pure, even when nothing else is. But time is slipping, secrets are burning.