The Other Potter: Book 7
WILLOW is now 16 and kinda has to fight off the Dark Lord. Yeah, haters gonna hate. SCREW YOU VOLDEMORT!
WILLOW is now 16 and kinda has to fight off the Dark Lord. Yeah, haters gonna hate. SCREW YOU VOLDEMORT!
And Willow comes back for her sixth year, in a bad mood. I don't know what's going to happen this year, and I'm writing this shit. May the odds be ever in your favour, Miss Willow Cover by weirdhyperinsane! :)
I'm totally, well sort of, changing the plot, but meh, who cares. SOMETHING ABOUT LLAMAS IN WILLOWS FOURTH YEAR. SOMETHING ABOUT SOMETHING AND SOMETHING ELSE BECAUSE SOMETHING WAS SOMETHINGABLE. So bring it.
Willow is back at Hogwarts. Criminal sirius black is on the loose. Random stuff will happen and maybe truth will be discovered!
Willow goes back to Hogwarts for her second year with an overwhelming need to figure out her past. Will her questions be answered or will she be thrown out onto the turf? Follow Willow through another year of mystery. Maybe she will find something in a completely unexpected place. Cover by Mijacaja! xx
Not everyone knows that Draco Malfoy has a sister; not everyone knows that Lucius Malfoy had a daughter; not everyone knows of the constant abuse she received. Apparently Albus Dumbledore knows though, so she's brought to Hogwarts. Follow Willow Malfoy as she struggles to find her way as a small girl in a big school...
This isn't your typical rejection story. Nope. It's not cliche. Well I hope not. He's your typical popular hot soon to be alpha jock. She's well. Something. He didn't reject her because she's fat or ugly. Not something entirely different. How do you turn a badass in to a kitten? And what bring these two back together?
Adele thought her best friend rejecting her was the worst thing ever. How wrong was she.
In which survival is put through the ultimate test. It is said that the supernatural world was like a thin sheet of glass - for it was far too harmonic; far too fragile for those to wreak havoc upon. Albeit, there was a hybrid that could shatter it with the touch of her finger, with the air of her presence...