"Potter," Phoebe says curtly. James frowns and says harshly, willing the odd feeling he has to go away, "Griffin, all of that stuff still doesn't make you pretty." She scoffs and narrows her eyes, "I could say the same about you. What's that in your hair, Potter? Flobberworm slime?" ~In which Phoebe Griffin and James Potter realize that there is a thin line between love and hate.~ James Potter x Female OC #1 James Potter-3/2/2021 #1 Marauders-3/5/2021 #1 Lily Evans-3/8/2021 #1 Remus Lupin 3/13/2021 {This is just a fun thing for me to write!! I'm sure I have some messed up facts and things but please be nice. I'm not fluent in French!! It's also a bit of a slow burn. If you want to skip, first kiss is the chapter "7 minutes"!!!!} MATURE

Regulus Black was meant to die in that cave. He had accepted it-the cold, the curse, the betrayal that came with serving a monster. But fate had other plans. Pulled from the depths by a cursed siren with silver hair and storm-touched eyes, Regulus wakes in a secret sea cavern with nothing but his broken body and a girl who shouldn't exist. Clara is magic incarnate-ethereal, wordless, and full of questions no one has dared to ask. Together, they are hunted. Not just by Voldemort, who seeks the girl's blood and the boy's silence-but by the war Regulus once helped build. With nothing left to lose, he makes a vow: protect her, whatever it takes. But protection comes at a cost. And love... love was never supposed to be part of the plan. As Clara's voice returns and the truth of her curse unfolds, Regulus is forced to face the very darkness he once embraced. The past doesn't forget. The sea doesn't forgive. And neither does fate.

Book I No one knows the name. No one expects the storm to come from a whisper. No one notices the quiet ones-until it's too late. She enters Hogwarts like a whisper, slipping through the cracks of noise and laughter, lingering in the corners no one watches. But even shadows cast light when magic stirs beneath the surface. Books shift. Creatures pause. Portraits follow with knowing eyes. Whispers grow louder, tethered to something old-something powerful-hiding behind her silence. As war creeps closer and childhood fades into something darker, friendships form, love flickers to life, and secrets begin to unravel. Because some stories were never meant to stay buried. And some magic refuses to sleep. A slow-burning mystery of hidden power, soft beginnings, and the unraveling truth beneath the quietest presence. Marauder's Era

Alina Nightshade doesn't think much about James Potter. Only that he seems rather keen on being annoying. James Potter thinks Alina Nightshade is a mystery all wrapped up in a very pretty girl. And he is keen on trying to be her friend. James Potter x Fem!Oc ~Cover made by be~

― "You are my ruin - and my salvation." ― Lilith Vale was born different - too sharp, too cold, and far too powerful for someone so young. Raised on dark magic and haunted by her father's death, she's spent her life searching for the spell that destroyed him... and nearly took her with it. Now in her final year at Hogwarts, she wears the badge of Head Girl like a mask. To the rest of the school, she's brilliant, distant, untouchable. But underneath, Lilith is spiraling - unraveling under the weight of secrets, survivor's guilt, and a hunger for knowledge that no book seems able to satisfy. Then comes him.. Tom Riddle - charming, calculated, and dangerously intelligent. He's the only one who sees her as more than a quiet storm. And the only one whose mind she can't seem to read. He wants to know what she's hiding. She wants to know why he's watching. Their connection is a game of power and proximity. A cold war wrapped in stolen glances and veiled threats. But something dark is stirring at Hogwarts - students are disappearing, ancient symbols are resurfacing, and Lilith is getting too close to the truth. To the truth about her father. To the truth about Tom. And to the truth about herself. Because some magic isn't meant to be studied. Some obsessions aren't meant to be survived. And some love stories are written only to end in destruction. ☽｡⋆

The war is over. The castle is quiet. And the girl who once saved the world with biscuits has to learn how to live in it. Faye Scamander is no longer fighting to survive - she is learning how to stay. With her grief. With her kindness. With the love she never expected to keep. Draco Malfoy has spent his life becoming what the world demanded. Now, for the first time, he is choosing who he wants to be. This is not a story about battles or heroes. It is about mornings after. About healing that comes slowly. About love that is careful, chosen, and brave in a quieter way. Because the hardest part of saving the world is deciding what to do once it's safe.

Faye Scamander was never dangerous. She was the girl who handed out biscuits like blessings, chatted with portraits, rescued injured creatures, and left wildflowers on desks simply because it felt kind. And somehow, Draco Malfoy noticed her anyway. Draco had been raised in a castle of cold rules and colder expectations. Faye had grown up in a cottage overflowing with warmth and wonder. He had been taught that softness was weakness. She had been raised to believe that softness saved people. They should have stayed worlds apart. Instead, they kept colliding-his armour against her gentleness, his silence against her small-magic courage. And somewhere between a flower she gave him, a biscuit he pretended not to want, and the moments they lingered without meaning to- everything shifted. Because some spells were loud and destructive. But the ones that changed a life? They were always the small things no one saw coming

Fred Weasley x Lyra Malfoy *currently being rewritten* Lyra is a small constellation whose name comes from the Greek word for "lyre". It is linked to the myth of Orpheus, a legendary musician, poet, and prophet whose music was said to charm all living things. After descending into the Underworld in search of his wife, Eurydice, Orpheus met a tragic end when he was torn apart by the Bacchantes, followers of Dionysus. In his honour, the Muses placed his lyre among the stars, where it became the constellation Lyra.

"You... want me to show you my belly? And you're paying me 500 dollars for it?" I repeated in disbelief. "Yes," Mr. Calnan replied curtly. Shock mixed with suspicion. Mr. Calnan, our strict and cold boss, who had banned all workplace romance, wanted to see... my belly? Why my belly, of all things?! And why ME?! This had to be a test. He was testing whether I would agree, only to fire me afterward. But even that theory had flaws-after all, he was the one who initiated this crazy idea. I hesitated for what felt like a long time. Then, in the end, curiosity won over, and on a sudden impulse, I spread open my work coat and lifted my white T-shirt. Mr. Calnan's gaze instantly locked onto my bare stomach. His focused stare burned into my skin as he thoroughly examined every square inch of the exposed area. My face burned with embarrassment. He didn't say anything, and he didn't grimace, but I could see on his face that he didn't like what he saw. My chubby belly, my stretch marks, and the faint line of hair below my navel that I hadn't had time to shave. Well, I know it's not the most attractive sight, but then why did he want to see my belly? Honestly, what was he expecting? "Can I pull my T-shirt back down?" I asked, humiliated and irked. "Yes," Mr. Calnan replied after a brief pause. He didn't speak for a while, just stared at my now-covered stomach with a blank expression. Meanwhile, I waited impatiently and tensely for him to do something. I needed to know whether he was actually going to give me the money or not, and whether it would turn out that this had all just been a test. Suddenly, he moved toward me, closing the distance between us. He loomed over me, and I looked up at his face in alarm. "I'll give you another 1000 if you let me touch your hips." My eyes widened in shock. *Edited to fit within the character limit for the description