The daughter of two famous Quidditch players, Anora Forney, has grown up travelling the world. And while her parents are known for their skills on the pitch, Anora garners her own attention wherever she goes as many people love to get a glimpse of the child with naturally white hair. However, the world tour comes to an end when Anora receives her acceptance letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Surrounded by adults for much of her upbringing, Anora is initially quite nervous about interacting with peers of her own age. But with her feline companion, Iggy, at her side, she embarks on her own journey. Along the way, she meets Charlie Weasley, a boy whose hair is as red as her hair is white. And bright locks are not the only thing the two have in common, as their love for magical creatures and the outdoors, sparks a friendship that cannot and will not be broken. But their friendship is put to the test as their Seventh Year at Hogwarts approaches, and feelings that were not there before, start to surface. Nothing gets an adventure-packed romance started like dropping out of school and running off to the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary. And that is only the beginning. Cover Credit : @cendriia

"You have two options. You can suffer through the fires of our passion with clenched teeth, writhing in agony, or you could become one with the flames, dancing in the night skies, burning through everything in your incendiary path, indestructible, immortal from our love, leaving in your wake ashes and smoke in the annihilation of your creation." ... I have lived for centuries, yet I've never felt this chaotic feeling run through my veins before. This burning across my skin like fire and the scorching in my lungs, making me unable to breathe when she is close, and yet also when she is far away. I've never felt this perverse pleasure when her eyes fell on my lips, when a pleased sigh escaped her mouth underneath my quivering touch. I've never felt this need to be with someone as I did with her, the burning ache inside me when she was gone, clamoring me to be by her side. And I've never felt this fear before, this twisting, gut wrenching feeling of disquiet that lurked day and night in the back of my mind, slowly eating away at my sanity, pouncing upon me whenever I had the misfortune to think about her. Is that what love is? Or is it just the feeling of one psychopath falling for another? Highest ranking : #1 in Neverland