„Czy jestem dobrą Ślizgonką?" - Fabienne często zadaje sobie to pytanie, bo czuje, że bardziej pasowałyby jej żółte barwy. Stara się jednak sprostać oczekiwaniom rodziców, przyjaciółek i nauczycieli. Będąc na siódmym roku nauki, musi zmierzyć się z wizją aranżowanego małżeństwa i tych okropnie wyczerpujących testów magicznych. Nic dziwnego, że potrzebuje odskoczni. Tą odskocznią ma dla dziewczyny być znajomość z pewnym zagadkowym chłopcem. Czy relacja, która zaczęła się od kłamstwa, może przerodzić się w coś prawdziwego? Czy ma szansę przetrwać, skoro jej fundamenty tworzą oszustwa i sekrety? Podobno najpotężniejszą magią jest miłość, ale czy jest ona wystarczająco silna, by pokonać egoizm? Uniwersum należy do J.K. Rowling.

This book is based on some original smut stories by "Mack" on tumblr. Other than the parts that I say are written by them, this story will be my original work. I do not own any of these characters; they belong to the owner of the Harry Potter book series. This will be mostly smut and partially fluff if I feel like it. If you don't want to read it THEN LEAVE. Okay much love, hope you enjoy!

'I'm an angel and the devil. I'm as bad as it gets and good as it can be.' +++ In which Tom Marvolo Riddle meets the Devil in the form of a sixteen year-old woman.

What would young Tom Riddle do when the girl he is intrigued by is simply like a flat line on a heart monitor? +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ DISCLAIMER: All characters and the whole Harry Potter franchise - except for Jeremiah Hallysworn, Mallory Evans, Alice Urie [plus a few other more characters I haven't decided to get into the story yet] - belong to none other than J. K. Rowling

❝Listen closely to the voice from hell, sweetheart. You are a queen; don't wait for a king.❞ nefarious [ne•far•i•ous] (adj.) extremely wicked or villainous

It's a Tom Riddle fanfic obvi... •SHITTY DESCRIPTION ACTIVATED• Tom Marvolo Riddle has no heart. At least, that is how it seems. And he is completely fine with that. He has no one to love and no one to love him in return....that is, until he meets her. Cassiopeia Ara Black is pure-blood royalty, but you can hardly tell because of her constant happiness. Her jokes are cheesy, her pranks are marvellous, both of which are unlikely of a woman of her stature. Being the purest of the pure is hard work, especially if your mum is obsessed with you being married off to a man you barely know. When these two worlds collide through unexpected work on Tom's side, things get confusing, weird, and....just...yeah, I give up. Highest ranking: 0 cuz I'm too good for an actual ranking ••• IM FINALLY EDITING THIS DAMNED BOOK SO IT MIGHT ACTUALLY BE GOOD SOON HOLY SHIT!!! ILL BE ADDING CHAPTERS AND EDITING CURRENT ONES SO FORGIVE ME IF THIS BOOK IS A HOT MESS FOR A WHILE

Tom Riddle poszukuje śmierciożerców do swojej armii. W wielkiej księdze niebiezpiecznych czarodziejów znajduje pewną dziewczynę o imieniu victoria. Postanawia uwolnić ją z azkabanu i przeciągnąć na swoją stronę.

-Zna profesor mugolską opowieść o Królowej Śniegu?- zapytała a jej oczy zabłyszczały.- A raczej sam początek tej starej baśni? -Ten o magicznym zwierciadle?- dopytywał Dumbledore. -Właśnie ten.- uśmiechnęła się smutno.

I was inspired to write a Harry Potter story based off of the song dead girl walking reprise from the musical heathers. Tom riddle loved Y/N, and she loved him. But it was only a matter of time before Tom turned dark and locked away the only light in his life. Now amidst the battle of hogwarts Y/N is freed and needs to set things right. Kind of a one shot- May add on to story later if I get further inspired! None of the fan art used in the story is mine!! All rights go to the respective owners!!

A (Female) Harry Potter Fanfiction... Harriet Lilith Potter was always a bit strange, especially to her perfectly normal family, the Dursleys. They believed her a mute - everyone did, really. But, that's just what she wanted them to believe. Harriet was a beautiful girl, even at the young age of Nine, people passing by would gape at the girls angelic face and glowing green eyes. Harriet was an artist, in all sound, dance, and color; her Aunt Petunia always sought to use her skills for money and fame. Harriet was a protégé, a brilliant young girl with a brilliant mind, she had photographic memory, you see, and she could memorize every word in a book that she simply glanced at from afar. Harriet was a fighter, a trained martial artists and skilled weapon master, but only few knew this. Harriet had a secret. She had secret friends that hid in the Shadows, for that is what they were. Harriet had many secrets, and one that she planned to tell her dearest family on the the night of her ninth birthday - her real birthday - was one that she kept close to her heart and mind. For Harriet Lilith Potter knew of her real name, her real parents, her real family, her powers, and most importantly; She knew exactly how insane she was. And the girl would enjoy tearing her 'dearest family' apart limb by limb, for all the terrible things they've done to her. Because she had cracked long ago, and had been planning this day for years.