"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

For this recipe you will need a couple things: A fight; one followed by a punishment. And why not throw in a messed up prank? Add murder while you're at it too. For the next step, you'll need to add a few screwed up relationships and emotions. That's followed by lies and betrayal. Oh, and add some darkness for some good measure. With all these ingredients, you have a recipe for chaos. And so chaos shall ensue. As your oven, just use a school, but be sure to lock all the doors. No one in. No one out. Bake for Twelve Hours. Enjoy.

What if Harry Potter had a younger Irish twin that Dumbledore gave to an American orphanage in NYC for no apparent reason? What if not only was that sister a witch but also a mutant like one of the X-Men? More importantly, what if Peter Parker was an Avenger and adopted Harry's sister with MJ and all of the Avengers have different roles of a family? Now we have those background questions done. What if she went to her final year of magic school at Hogwarts after the war and met Harry? What happens? Well, growing up, forging friendships, falling in love, and getting trapped in a videogame that's what. Come and join Artemis-Rose and her dysfunctional yet comically large family on this adventure. A/N: Heyo! Welcome to my new fanfic! As per usual, I own nothing except OCs. The plot was inspired by the Draco/Hermione fic: Clue and the Marvel/HP crossover: Harry Potter and the Amazing Technomage. I suggest them both.

This is a Harry Potter prequel Fan fiction for the ship Jily. Lily Evans has always hated James Potter. It was a truth written in stone. Nothing could change that. Or could it? The amazing love story of how Jily came to be....