Rosalie Lestrange, daughter of the infamous Bellatrix Lestrange, has lived a life in hiding... until now. Sweet, clever, and fiercely independent, she's forced to enter a world she never wanted: Hogwarts, under the watchful eyes of her cruel mother and the Dark Lord himself. Branded with the Dark Mark, pulled into deadly missions, and surrounded by danger at every turn, Rosalie must navigate a world of power, loyalty, and secrets-where one wrong move could mean her death. But amidst the darkness, a new fire awakens. Enter Riddle: arrogant, infuriating, and impossible to ignore. Their first encounters are explosive, full of scowls, arguments, and grudging respect-but slowly, line by line, glance by glance, hatred begins to twist into something neither of them can deny. Enemies. Allies. Lovers. How can you survive the Dark Lord's shadow when your heart is at war too?

Centuries ago, there were five founders of Hogwarts. The fifth, Valerie Virelion, was the most powerful of them all, her magic bound by dragon's breath. But her gift became her curse. Feared for her strength and the recklessness of her followers, her house was sealed away and her name erased from history. Until now. When 17 year old Valerie awakens in a world, the year is 1995 - and as the wizarding world denies the return of Voldemort, the Order of the Phoenix is rising once more. As darkness spreads, Dumbledore hides her true identity, passing her off as a transfer student. But as Valerie learns to live among the students, she begins to uncover the truth behind her return and the ancient magic that refuses to let her go. In the shadows of the mountains, lies a dragon waiting for its rider. But the greatest threat isn't the magic hunting her. It's him. The son of the man she swore to destroy. And the one she cannot seem to stay away from. ______ "I think of you often and it disgusts me," he said, his gaze fixed somewhere just over her shoulder like he couldn't bear to look at her "You're like a bad dream I can't seem to escape. Every room I walk into, every thought I try to have, somehow you're there ruining it." His jaw tightened. "And the worst part is, I think I'd tear this entire castle apart before I let anything happen to you. You are the most infuriating person I have ever met. You argue with me like you want a war, you look at me like you're waiting for me to become a monster-" "Because you are one." "Maybe," he said quietly. "But you're the first person who's ever made me care whether I am." "Do you think I want this?" Valerie demanded "Do you think I enjoy the fact that somehow you're in every thought I have too? I should hate you, Riddle. You're arrogant, cruel, manipulative-every single thing I was taught to stay away from" Her voice dropped quieter then. "And somehow, despite all of that, you're still the first person I look for"

Aldara Potter nunca supo la verdad, hasta ese día. Una adopción. Una Potter que creía ser una Snape. Una verdad. Slytherin. Amigos. Miedo. Un amor.

Los cuervos cazan solos pero cuando es una presa grande se reúnen en manada. No solo es una simple casa de hogwarts Es el lugar donde grandes magos Los niños de la profecía nacieron.

Mattheo gripped her wrists, not to pull her closer, but to hold her at bay. His knuckles were white. "Consider me dead." He whispered, his eyes swimming with a pain so deep it looked like drowning. "Because I would rather you hate me and be alive than love me and be buried. Next year... there is no 'us.'" He let go of her wrists as if her skin had burned him. The silence that followed was heavier than the shouting, the kind of silence that happens right after a fuse has run out, but before the world actually ends. "You're a coward." She whispered, the word hit him harder than the shove did after he had let go of her wrists. Her eyes were burning with unshed tears. "You're so fucking afraid of losing me that you're willing to get yourself killed." Mattheo flinched as if she'd slapped him. For a second, the boy she loved flickered in his eyes, longing, desperate, and terrified. Then, his expression went dead. The shutters came down, leaving him looking like a marble statue of a prince who had already lost his kingdom. "Call me whatever you want." He said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "But stay away from me. If you see me in the corridors, turn around. If I look at you, look away. From this moment on, I don't know you." He turned to leave, his cloak billowing behind him like a funeral shroud. The explosives had gone off, just like they always did between them. But this time, there was no smoke to clear, no thrill in the aftermath. There was only the smell of burnt air and the realization that Parker was standing in the middle of a ruin he had built as an attempt to keep her from harm. Ranking #1 mattheoriddle 24-02-2026 #1 riddle 19-04-2026 #2 slow burn 01-04-2026