Kallista Zenia Emrys is born in the world of high society pure bloods. Being one of the last remaining descendants of Merlin- the Greatest Wizard of all time- she finds herself being weighed down by the extremely high expectations that her name gives. Starting Hogwarts, Kally quickly learns the hate that comes with being a Slytherin. She finds comfort in her Slytherin friends who face similar responsibilities. A handsome blonde being one of those.

Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter are sworn enemies, right? But what happens when Harry stumbles upon the real Draco? Disclaimer All rights belong to J.K. Rowling. I take no responsibility in creating the characters, settings, terms, or Harry Potter original series. !! TRIGGER WARNING !! SELF HARM, SUICIDE, EATING DISORDER, BODY DYSMORPHIA, HOMOPHOBIA !! THIS STORY DOES NOT PROMOTE OR ROMANTICIZE SELF HARM, DEPRESSION, SUICIDE, OR EATING DISORDERS. IF YOU HAVE THESE CONDITIONS I highly suggest that you try to get help or at least talk to someone about it, someone loves you. If you're here because you feel low or seeking a relatable experience, you can contact me. Always. I don't open Wattpad often, but if that's the only way of communicating you feel comfortable with, then shoot me a message. I may not respond here very fast, but I respond.

Broken pieces are inevitable. We all break, some more significantly than others. Draco Malfoy wasn't just broken, he was shattered, fragmented, fractured. His soul was beat down and broken. Returning to Hogwarts was the only form of escape he had. He needed help. Harry was that help. DRARRY FANFICTION!!! (contains a lot of swearing so be warned!) Highest Rankings : #3 in lgbt #6 in mentaldisorder #1 in nomorescars #4 in deamus #20 in drarry #1 in mentalhealth #8 in pride

#180 in Fanfiction || #1 in Hermione || In the language of literature, there exists a seemingly-concrete, antonymous relationship between good and evil, light and dark, hero and monster. And yet, we often disregard the transition from one to another, in which the 'bad guy' becomes 'good.' Perhaps it was the cruel mistreatment of Tom Marvolo Riddle as a child, or maybe it was the bloodline of Slytherin's heir himself that made the boy into the 'monster' who cannot be named. Or, perhaps it was simply because he did not know that his heart would beat in such a frenzy, that his cheeks would redden like a crimson rose, and that his normally-calm facade would melt under the simple gaze of the time-travelling heroine. If I were to bet, I'd say it's the latter. But it matters not why Voldemort could not love, for this is not a story about Voldemort. This is the story of Tom Marvolo Riddle, and how he came into direct conflict and company with the 'brightest witch of her age' ... fifty-years ahead. This is the story of love's recognition, in which the force does not suddenly develop between two people, but a poignant emotion, different for each individual, is uniquely described to be 'love.' Maybe Tom Riddle never loved, much like that of Voldemort. However, as one chooses to stubbornly believe, love existed for Tom Marvolo Riddle as long as he chose to believe that he loved Hermione Jean Granger. ////// NO TRANSLATIONS ARE BEING ALLOWED AT THIS TIME DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters detailed in this book, nor any of the quotations and plot taken from "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows." They belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. I do not own the individual graphics in the cover, although I do own the composition/compilation of the cover. The media I post belongs to its owners. \\\\\\

Lily Potter is an average 15 year old living in the United States in 2011. When magic upheaves her life and drops her and her younger brother into a beloved world she thought was fictional, she discovers old family secrets-and family in general.