Elinor was left with nothing after the Second Wizarding War. She was just another fighter, another witch, some alumni who battled darkness and won but lost to the glorious shadow of Harry Potter. Not a worthy acknowledgement was left to paint her dull name; not even her dead friends' names. So, she broke her wand in two and vowed to never associate herself with magic again. But Elinor had to learn through George Weasley that you can't run away from who you really are, and George from Elinor to know the true meaning of love and family. SPANISH VERSION BY marchahoran AVAILABLE: https://my.w.tt/7muT0dL60ab george x o.c. <elinor> completed | july 2020 cr: icemacchiato

Sirius Orion Black. Mass murderer, and father to one of the bravest witches the Wizarding World has ever face. The child in question? Natasha Lily Black. Proud Gryffindor half-blood, with a brain that could outdo even Hermione Granger. She's smart, collected, mischievous, and most importantly, in love with her best friend Fred. After her father is arrested, Fred and George arrive with Molly Weasley, and the three stick together like glue, inseperable at all times. Hogwarts had new Marauders. And Sirius Black's child was the ringleader.

"𝐊𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥." #1 in tomriddle (12/14/2020) #1 in harrypotter (09/08/2020) #1 in voldemort (09/02/2020) #1 in riddle (09/02/2020) #1 in evil (10/12/2020) [All the characters with the exception of Seraphina, some close friends and her family belong to J. K. Rowling] [Warning: mature content, violence, sensible themes and inappropriate language]

She was the secret he would never tell. Since childhood, he had a plan for world domination, yet, she stumbled across his path as the unexpected variable that he had never previously considered. She awakened the part of him that he never even realized existed, yet, he never showed her mercy. She was the constant fire, burning to melt the glaciers he built. She was the sinking ship, destroying her own grandeur so she could kiss the sand at the bottom of his stormy seas. She was an angel, content to be condemned to hell as long as he was right beside her.