{𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟭} Lexi Hooper has been a Harry Potter fan since the very start. One day, Lexi and her friend decide to go to King's Cross station for a memorable cosplay. But what started as a joke, turns out to be both Lexi's dream and her nightmare. Just for a laugh, Lexi starts to run towards the wall between platform 9 and 10, careful not to hit it too hard. But the shocking part is that the wall disappears and she passes the barrier, suddenly finding herself in platform 9 3/4. At first she thinks that she's just dreaming and goes with the flow. But when she figures out that everything is as real as it can get, Lexi realizes that she has the power to change everything and save everyone; because she knows exactly what is going to happen next and how to stop it, even though she is just a Muggle.

Fred Weasley took quite a shine to (y/n) McGonagall, so did his twin brother but not exactly in the same way he did. But when her father escapes Azkaban will he stay as her loyal friend, leave her or become something more? - Set at the start of Prisoner of Azkaban and follows the films and book until the end. (This book will follow some scenes in the films and some in the books because some of the book scenes are too iconic to be left out.)

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞." #1 in hogwarts #2 in weasley #8 in harrypotter

slowburn enemies to lovers. - PG 16, explicit content. - "I love this book so much oh my god Draco is literally exactly as you'd expect him to be" "this is literally the only y/n girl that hasn't made me cringe i love it here" "OKAY I AM CALLING IT NOW THIS IS THE BEST WHATTPAD BOOK EVER." "The attention to detail is EVERYTHING" "THIS BOOK IS ELITE." "I think I just had an orgasm reading that" "When I say I gasped, I GASPED BITCH" "Pressing his arm and elbow in my chest, he thrusted me forward and up against the icy crystalline wall. The back of my head was the first to feel the wrath of his push as it slowly began to slide back down, leaving bits of my snarled hair upwards. He wrapped his left silver ringed hand on my pulsating neck. His hands piercingly cold, contrasting with the warmth of the newly bruised skin on my nape. As he began to loosen his grip, his bitter grey stoned eyes stared up at mine. I could tell he knew he had lost control and dare I say, I even picked up on a hint of regret. "