In the throes of the second wizarding war, Delilah Meddows is killed by no other than Lord Voldemort. However, instead of dying like she was supposed to, Delilah finds herself at Hogwarts in 1943. She tries to tread carefully, but Tom Riddle is not someone so easily ignored.

the stains that blotched their shirts were different; his from spilled coffee and hers from accidental cigarette burns. however, the stains on their bodies matched so beautifully. the red hickeys ethereally nested on her collarbones blending with the purple love bites trailing up his neck. [r. lupin] [highest: #60 fanfiction, #1 remuslupin] [warning: contains tobacco use & mature references]

Three months after the infamous Gellert Grindelwald escapes during his transport to Azkaban, the Ministry of Magic finds themselves in yet another uproar, when a witch that was said to have gone missing over a decade ago, washes up on shore alive. Theseus Scamander is the Auror called onto the scene when he discovers that the woman is an old classmate of his, Tyne Ayers. Her skin is marked with scars and burns and yet, she refuses to speak, and the only indicator they have towards any answers, is the coat of a seal lying at her feet. Knowing the ways of the Selkie, Theseus collects her coat and by doing so, Tyne is bound to follow him. She is placed under his care, however, Theseus takes it upon himself to call upon his younger brother for help. Newt Scamander has never been known for his communication skills, but under the circumstances, Theseus believes his brother is the best person for the job. However, the timing couldn't be worse, as the events surrounding Grindelwald drama continue to unfold, roping both brothers in. But it seems Tyne's story may be more involved than they were aware of.

Harry Potter was an orphan. Dumbledore took him to his uncle and aunt's house. He met McGonagall. It was the only way, he told her. She demanded why he must be raised by such awful people. "Minerva, it will keep him from becoming pampered." The woman had scoffed at him. "If you don't want him to be pampered, fine. I'LL take him." And that was that. ***I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER***

What happens after Sirius convinces Regulus to run away with him, to live a free and happy life away from his family? Well, quite a lot... (bad fic, cringy, no plot, abrupt ending due to getting bored of fic, author no longer using Ao3 - find me there with @IzzyHogwarts01) *CREDITS TO JK ROWLING FOR ALL CHARACTERS OTHER THAN A FEW OC'S*

London, 1979. It was just another simple spying mission, so James didn't expect anything to happen. As it escalated he just should have left and returned into safety, when he saw the little brother of his best friend lying in his own blood, facing a certain death. Death Eater or not, he couldn't leave him there, could he? But inviting the enemy into your home in the middle of a war couldn't possibly be a good idea.

Golden boy, Lion boy; Tell me what it's like to conquer. Fearless child, Broken boy; Tell me what it's like to burn. (...) In which a very nosy James Potter notices that every weekend, when everyone falls asleep, Regulus Black sneaks into an abandoned fifth-floor classroom, and he can't help but try to find out what the little Black is up to.

taking a break from girls, lilly evans that is, james potter falls deep into regulus blacks world full of lies and deception disclaimer: i do not own these characters a/n: go to my spotify ( j3nnn ) for my jegulus playlist i listen to while writing<3

THIS STORY DEALS WITH HOMOPHOBIA AND INCLUDES MATURE LANGUAGE SOMETIMES. RECOMMENDED READING AGE IS 16+! Regulus Arcturus Black was fifteen, when he started to see him in another light. James Fleamont Potter was seventeen, when Lily Evans wasn't his only interest anymore. ° ° {I don't know where I will be going with the story and if it will even come to more than a few short chapters. But I thought I give it a try.}

Maeve Macmillan liked to write. It didn't matter if it was writing her thoughts in her diary, short stories in a journal, articles for newspapers, essays for homework, letters to her parents, simple reminders on her hand, quotes on parchment to stick on the walls of her room or even the small notes that she would write anonymously to the boy with the horrific scars and kindest words, the boy with the brightest smile and saddest eyes or to the boy who was so desperately trying to prove that he was strong. Sometimes, it was completely okay to not be okay, and it was very comforting to know that somebody somewhere not only paid attention to you, but was also rooting for you (in a non-creepy, stalker-ish way, of course). Maeve was completely fine with being anonymous. In fact, she preferred it. Which was why she was practically horrified to hear that the Marauders were looking hard and wide for the person who had been leaving them and everybody else these notes for the past seven years that had gotten them through thick and thin. Marauder's Era AU Copyrighted @2020 © All Rights Reserved Book cover and aesthetics made by me. However, I do not own any of the images used.