I was aiming at the frog and shouted: "subtraxerim utilium!" Everything went in slow motion. Ron pushed Malfoy, who caught himself from falling right in front of my wand. At the horror of everyone, my spell hit him and he disappeared, his black robes in a pile on the ground. Professor McGonagall was the first to react after a shocked silence. "I warned you about NOT hitting any students! Where is Mr. Malfoy, Potter?" She was looking worried and I slowly made my way to the Slytherin's robes. I stopped myself when a little blond headed boy, not older than 2, stood up, clothes way too big around him, making him stumble forwards before he caught himself and asked in a confused tone: "Hawwy?"

Voldemort won the first war. Harry is happy to live as an unnoticed squib at Hogwarts. Unfortunately, visions and rebels don't allow that and Harry soon catch the attention of the dark lord.

↘︎ ❝ as kids, they believed in magic as teens, they knew magic and as adults, they became magic ❞ ~ - in which a boy finds a part of himself in someone who's been there since the beginning ~ © 2017

She crashed her lips on his, giving in to the desire. He smirked before kissing her back, his hands pulling her closer by the waist. Their lips moved in sync, fighting for dominance as the kiss deepened. Her hands snaked around his neck and her fingers ran through his perfect hair. His thumb found its way to her cheek and caressed it gently, as if it were meant to calm the storm within her. She heard someone clear their throat and instinctively jumped back, gasping for air and trying to find the source of the voice. It was Allison, standing by the door with a small smirk plastered on her face. "Riddle," Clara gave him a curt nod, her cheeks flustered as she straightened her uniform and walked towards the door where her friend stood. "Grey," Tom smirked and nodded back, watching her with amusement; never had he ever seen her so frenzied and so off-guard. She was the only one to challenge his arrogance, the only weakness he ever had, the only one he ever loved. Oh, Clara Grey.

"She can die, Tom." The old man says still looking at him. His eyes widen. "What? No. She can't. She won't. There will be a way to save her!" "Sometimes when people are too broken, nothing can fix them. Not Even the magic." No.

Link to original story: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/1837793/1/Black-Truth And, with bated breath, Draco traced the silver line down one more step in the family tree. Draco Lucius Malfoy... the third full blooded Veriae in the Malfoy family... and future life mate of Harry Potter. HD SLASH No HBP

Peace is 15 signatures away, for Britain, but how will Harry adjust to life on a darker side?

Tom Riddle had a bad slice of life, having grown up in an orphanage surrounded by bullies, but what if that changed? What if he had a friend? This is a story about Beatrix, a young girl who was brought to Wool Orphanage in October of 1933, a few months before Tom's birthday. Beatrix ends up meeting Tom leading to an onset of events that could change history or destroy all chances of hope.