Draco is a veela, and Harry is an inherited werewolf. {drarry- boyxboy. (very) sub draco, dom harry. don't like, don't read.}

Dead to the world, the Mistress of Death Corona Lily Potter is on a mission. To save the House of Black. And in order to do that she needed to be sent where it all started, in 1961 after little Regulus was born. She would have gone in 1979 when both Regulus and Orion died, but Corona wanted to change the the House for the better and not just clean up their mistakes. But there's a catch, she must take over an already living body. And there's no other better body to take over than, Lady Walburga Black. The wife of Orion Black and the mother of Sirius Orion and Regulus Arcturus. Now let the games begin. *** NOTES: [Harry Potter fanfiction] Disclaimer do not own Harry Potter and etc. Do not own any images/photos shown throughout this book unless said so otherwise. Started: Sep. 20, 2019 Completed: HAITUS

"Will you dance with me?" Juliette asked quietly, as if she was afraid of someone hearing them in their solitude. Her delicate fingers were gliding over the piano keys, collecting the dust. "There's a possibility of a war and you're asking me to dance with you?" Draco, sitting on an armchair by himself with his left hand thoughtfully resting under his chin, sent Juliette a disapproving glare. ''Seriously?'' "Yes. Will you?" She asked again, looking directly at him. Her tired gaze met his cold, distant blue eyes. He let out a defeated sigh and answered, "Yes." ⸻ ꧁•𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 & 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 •꧂

Harry Potter x Theodore Nott Mature because of a few graphic scenes. AU. Harry was born with a power the Dark Lord knows not: the magic to see into shadows, to walk the shadows, and to send the shadows everywhere. This changes his life rather dramatically. Found on ao3 by Lomonaaeren , I'm just sharing it with you lovely people!!

She knew the pain, she felt her life drain, no, she wasn't a tame wolf, she could never be tamed. She rejected him, a man who caused so much pain, he never did understand her. No second chances, no reason to live as Paris keeps fighting for a way to survive. A way to find her pack again. "I remember a time when fate was just a person waiting to be discovered, not as a word. But as a chance."