❛ Evelyn's trying to grasp onto the last shreds of her sanity. ❜

⫶⫶⫶ ᴇ ᴅ ᴇ ʟ y ɴ ⫶⫶⫶ ― Edelyn Aurélia Black learned from a young age that h e r o e s aren't always the ones who win. They're the ones who fight. And so, Edelyn fights, until the green lying dormant behind gunmetal blue irises r i s e s ❛ You sure you're ready, Potter? ❜ ❛ I was born ready, Black. ❜ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ Golden ☾ Era ⨾ gof ⪫ dh Just another S. Black's daughter fic | 2018

❝I think I love you❞ ❝Love is such a cliche❞ ❝Then I adore you❞ harry potter and percy jackson cross over. highest ranking: #95 in fanfiction #6 in crossover #50 in percyjackson

A collection of not so short, short stories featuring your favourite characters and some characters you might not know much about. Slow updates in progress. REQUESTS ARE CLOSED As the title suggests, this is volume 1 and volume 2 should soon be underway. Part of my Hogwarts Library Series

I take suggestions so please leave as many comments as you like, I'll do lemons as well if you as nicely #*-*#

To say that Oliver Wood had a slight obsession with Quidditch was an understatement. It was borderline unhealthy. He loved the sport, but he hated losing. While he hated losing to any team, there was one team he hated losing to the most. Surprisingly enough, it was the Ravenclaw team. But it wasn't for reasons that many would suspect, it was because of who played on the Ravenclaw team. Melanie Anderson has been playing for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team as Chaser since her second year. What started off as friendly competition turned into rivalry as she and Oliver Wood made it their sole mission to have their teams beat each other every year. Oliver wants to win for the sake of winning, but Melanie wants to win just to see the frustrated look on Oliver's face because it's just so damn cute. Plus, who wouldn't want to hear the sexy Scottish voice curse their name?

"Her eyes, they're so.. green." James smiled dreamily. Sirius smirked. "Yeah, you're definitely going to win her over with eloquent phrases like that." - Olivia has hated James Potter for as long as she can remember, and she is sure that the feeling is absolutely mutual. There is no way in hell that they are ever going to fancy each other, or at least that's what she thinks. As they enter their last year at Hogwarts, everything starts to change. One thing leads to another, and the both of them will soon realise that the lines between love and hate aren't as clear as they seem to be.

Just a (not so) short Fred x Reader. Begins right before the Quidditch world cup. You're staying at the burrow with your best friends, Fred and George Weasley. (If anything is inaccurate, please message me and I will try to fix it, Thank you). I do not own you or any of the names mentioned in this story from the Harry Potter universe. You belong to you and Harry Potter and associates belong to JK Rowling.

Olive Lark was the most introverted and shy person you'd meet at Hogwarts. With a rather heavy addiction to writing and a small ring of friends, you would never find her doing something wild and crazy for attention. Ironically, she had one of the most unique abilities that would attract attention even if she didn't want to. Ollie had the ability to willingly, and sometimes unwillingly, alter her appearance, also called a metamorphmagus. Fred and George Weasley, the best and only outgoing pranksters at Hogwarts find themselves at the mercy of their own pranks when a mysterious black cat often messed up their tricks and turned them against the twins. Ollie would never had guessed she'd be the one to secretly mess with the legacy Fred and George are trying to leave behind with their pranks. She also would never have found friends in the most unlikely of places as a result of her feline antics. Being dragged into an adventure as dark times approach, Olive's writing addiction and metamorphic abilities become more than just altering her looks and writing the most thrilling stories.

He adores her; from the way her eyes crinkle when she laughs, to the way her voice breaks when she's tired and the slow way she falls asleep. He just hasn't told her.