This is the story of Lyra Potter, Slytherin, daughter of a family that never quite saw her, best friend to two boys who adored her and knew better than to try to own her the girl who chose her own side and paid her own price for it. It is also, inevitably, the story of Regulus Black, and the five years it took two people who knew exactly what they were to each other to stop pretending they didn't. Enemies first. Then the thing underneath all of it, which had been there since a Charms class in third year when she dismantled Flitwick's entire argument and looked sideways to see if anyone had followed, and he had. He always had.

Dawn Rosier/ Tom Riddle No soul beyond the Dark Lord's inner circle has ever laid eyes upon his sons. They exist as specters, whispers in the shadows, their names nothing more than echoes of something unseen. Yet, as all empires seek longevity, so does their ruler. The Dark Lord has decreed it-his bloodline will not fade into obscurity. It will endure. It will multiply. It will be bound by legacy, sealed in blood. Mattheo Riddle, the youngest, is a creature of indulgence, a man who plays with fate as if it were nothing more than a game of cards. A gambler. A wasted heir. There is no use binding him to a wife. But Tom... Tom is different. The firstborn. The one forged not in vice, but in duty. A blade honed by silence, sharpened by obedience. He does not falter. He does not waver. And now, he must wed. Not for love. Not for want. But because his father commands it. Because he must be the start to an unending stream of bloodshed and violence. It all should start with him. But the task would soon evolve into something neither he nor Dawn Rosier thought it could be. Yearning, Despair, Wrath and Crumbling. A story of sense and sensation, Past and Present as eternal enemies of every day. This is the story of Dawn Rosier. Tropes: Forced marriage Slow burn Age gap Gothic I own Dawn Rosier's character.

He never believed in love. Sirius Black made sure of that. To him, girls were like candle wax-beautiful to look at, but bound to melt away. Temporary. Replaceable. Not worth the distraction. So he perfected the art of indifference. Careless smiles. Detached charm. A reputation that followed him through Hogwarts corridors-heartless, untouchable, impossible to keep. And yet, they all looked anyway. Girls fell for him like it was inevitable. They always did. But Sirius never looked back. His world was simple-his friends, his freedom, and the quiet rebellion he carried like a second skin. Until she walks into it. A Ravenclaw girl who is everything he avoids-soft-spoken yet unshakable, intelligent yet grounded, admired by everyone and understood by no one. A prefect. A mystery. A force. And suddenly- He can't think straight. His thoughts blur. His control slips. And for the first time in his life... Sirius Black doesn't know how to walk away. He tries. He fails. Because when has Sirius Black ever been able to stay away from something he truly wants? What starts as a disruption turns into something far more dangerous. Because this is not just a love story. It's a collision of past, present, and future. Secrets buried too deep. Truths too dangerous. Mysteries that refuse to stay hidden. And with every step they take toward each other... the threat grows stronger. Closer. Watching. What happens when love becomes the very thing that puts them in danger? What happens when every path leads them closer to something that could destroy them? And still- They choose each other. Again. And again. And again. Even when it means standing on the edge of death. And love like this? It was never meant to be easy. NOTE: *The Harry Potter Universe and its characters belong to J.K Rowling. I only wrote the original storyline and original characters created for this work* Enjoy the Story.

Tom Riddle wasn't always meant to rule alone. Before the darkness claimed him, there was a girl who drew him in like gravity- Althea Malfoy: brilliant, fearless, and the sister of his faithful follower, Abraxas Malfoy. History forgets their story- the boy who would become a monster, and the girl who hungered for power just as fiercely as he did. This one doesn't Don't be fooled, this isn't a love story.

"If he were capable of love, it wouldn't be love at all. It would be ownership. Obsession. Possession." At first glance, Elizabeth Mason is everything Tom Riddle is not-warm-hearted, curious, and full of light. But beneath her gentle smile lies a sharp mind, extraordinary magic, and a dangerous fascination with the quiet, unreadable boy who has occupied her thoughts since their first year at Hogwarts. For years, they've existed in each other's orbit. Friends, rivals, something in between. Now in their sixth year, both Slytherin prefects, the connection between them has become impossible to ignore-magnetic, consuming, and increasingly dangerous. Elizabeth sees glimpses of something dark beneath Tom's perfect composure, but she cannot bring herself to look away. And Tom, despite every instinct telling him not to, finds himself drawn to the one person he cannot fully control. Then there is Abraxas Malfoy. Wealthy, intelligent and far more perceptive than people give him credit for, Abraxas has spent years watching Tom Riddle from the shadows. He knows ambition when he sees it. But he also sees beauty, Elizabeth's beauty that completely consumes him. And as Elizabeth becomes entangled in Tom's world, Abraxas begins to realize that she may be walking toward a darkness she doesn't understand. Caught between Tom's intoxicating pull and Abraxas's pure love, Elizabeth must decide who to trust-before the choice is taken from her entirely. Because Tom Riddle does not love. He covets. And once he decides something belongs to him, he rarely lets it go. A realistic Tom Riddle fanfiction exploring obsession, manipulation, ambition, and the rise of one of the most dangerous wizards in history-with Abraxas Malfoy standing at the center of a battle of the only woman he ever loved. Tom Riddle x OC | Abraxas Malfoy x OC | Slytherin Politics | Slow Burn | Dark Romance | Psychological Drama | 18+

War. They had dragged her into it, wrapped her in prophecy, and painted her as some messiah with a target on her back, all to clean up their mess. She was supposed to fight their battles, die their hero, and leave the world tidily saved. But Alexandrina Potter didn't give a damn about anyone's savior fantasies anymore. It should have ended. She did her duty, paid in scars and losses, and tried to make her peace. Yet here she was, tossed back nearly three decades by a smugly amused Lord Death, dumped into the year 1958 with a son she'd kept hidden from the world and a blood-adopted daughter who carried a legacy darker than any shadow she'd ever faced. Thomas Alexander Potter, three years old, bright-eyed, her heart's calm anchor. And Delphini Lilith Potter, fierce, sharp, and bound to her not by fate but by Alexandrina's own stubborn defiance of it. They were hers, and damn it, that meant something. Her goals were simple, if slightly ambitious: avoid meddling wizards, rewrite the future, and raise her children without the looming threat of war breathing down their necks. Shouldn't be too hard, right? She'd already defeated one megalomaniac. What was a little time travel, a few impossible odds, and the chance of crossing paths with Tom Riddle when he was still just a snake-eyed schoolboy with delusions of grandeur? Life had given her a second chance-no more, no less. And she was bloody well going to use it. Most Impressive Ranking #1 enemiestolovers out of 117K stories

This...this girl defied all his odds. Femharry x Tom Riddle

She consumed me, her love was pure, it brought peace to my world which was burning in flames. He consumed me, his love was toxic, it brought danger to my world which was sweet and innocent. For my heart was hers... For my heart was his... Mattheo x Reader/Character

"I may be a powerful wizard, but I am still a man. So think of that the next time you decide to throw your body at me. " 5th year Erica Thorncroft was not interested in boys her own age like her friends. She had her eyes on 6th year Draco Malfoy, the pride of Slytherin House. Erica didn't dream of getting close to him until one night when Draco and Erica happened to meet each other in the common room, and Erica heals a mysterious wound on his hand. Next, came the deal: Erica would heal Draco whenever he wished, and no one had to know. Content warning: for readers 18+. Contains sex, violence, swearing, smoking. Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4KfxEOKDjIMbRNHbkZkqZs?si=pPVmfvaaRQa_qQIpx4PMJA Sequel is finished: The Healer II- The Patient.

𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋─ ❛Dark waves like that of a crashing ocean; slightly frizzed yet long and smooth strands, a rosed complexion, almond warm eyes and a smile to rival that of the sun. She was love as it was; beautiful yet untouchable.❜ ʳᵉᵍᵘˡᵘˢ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ᶜᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵇʸ ᵐᵉ 𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦. © daintydaffodils 2020