"I thought the Hogwarts letter would bring answers. Instead, it brought questions and memories that didn't feel like mine." - Elira Rowantree was raised in an orphanage with no real past, she never expected her name to mean anything. But when the letter arrives everything begins to change. Hogwarts becomes a beginning. A place of magic, mystery, and unexpected friendships. Especially with two mischievous twins who seem to see straight through her. Over the years, trust grows. So does something else. Something unspoken, tangled between laughter, stolen glances, and what's left unsaid. But the deeper she falls into this world, the more she realizes: Some secrets don't stay hidden forever and some truths find you whether you're ready or not.

𝗪𝗮𝗿 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘅-𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗘𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗗𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗼 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗳𝗼𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝟯𝟬𝘁𝗵 𝗔𝘂𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁, 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗪𝗶𝘇𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗪𝗮𝗿. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗳𝗼𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀. 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗴𝗼 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝟰. ~ "Do I really bother you?" She rolls her eyes and slaps the newspaper down onto the table, eyes pinning him. "Oh no! Is it obvious?" she asks, sarcastically. Dramatic, as if it's the end of the world that he'd know. Again, he laughs. Nods. "Like a fly bothers a spider," she continues, taking a sip of her tea. "Careful," he grins. "I don't think your analogy there is quite correct. You see spiders tend to like flies." He stands up, takes another bite of his half eaten toast and walks towards the archway that she's sitting nearest to. He's behind her when he leans over slightly and mutters, "They even eat them." ~ cover art by me :)

They met at fourteen. Before the war. Before the loss. Before love meant anything. She wasn't supposed to matter. She was just supposed to pass through. Just a new girl finding her place at Hogwarts-until she found herself tangled in the lives of the Weasley twins, where laughter came easy, chaos came easier, and everything felt like home. What started as friendship-easy, effortless, and a little reckless-slowly became something harder to ignore. Because some people don't just change your life. They become it. But life has a way of changing everything when you least expect it. This is the story of every version of them. The laughing one. The broken one. And the one learning how to love again. A slowburn friends-to-lovers George Weasley x OC story spanning from fourth year (Chamber of Secrets) to after the war. Fireworks fade. Love doesn't. Updates every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

Fred Weasley Fanfiction Adeline Celie Westbrook, Muggle-born and best friend of Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger, has always seen Fred as a nuisance ever since he played a cruel prank on her in her second year at Hogwarts. However, between arguments and provocations, tensions grow, and she soon discovers that "escaping" from him will be much more difficult than she imagined. ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Enemies to Lovers + Slow Burn addresses themes that may offend readers. The story contains explicit scenes and some +18 scenes. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling, except for Adeline Celie Westbrook, who was created by me. It doesn't completely follow the plot of the films, and deaths All rights reserved.

A Fred Weasley FanFiction Heléna Victoria Granger, Hermione Granger's little sister, gets sorted into Gryffindor with her best friend Ginny Weasley. For Heléna, Fred has always been an impossible love, just a crush for her bestfriend's brother. Everything changes when he really notices her, and she can't escape anymore. ✧˖°. ⋆｡˚ ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, sorry for eventual mistakes. Slow Burn, deals with topics that may offend sensitivity. The story contains explicit scenes. All characters belong to JK. Rowling, except Heléna, who was created by me. All rights reserved.

"Quite the nightmare, wasn't it? Or should I say... enlightening?" I groaned. "It was horrible, Draco. Just a bad dream, that's all." He tilted his head, slowly circling me, deliberately closing the distance until my back pressed against the cool stone wall. His voice was low, teasing, almost dangerous. "Really? Because from what I heard... while you slept, you said something very... interesting." No, no, no, no. No fucking way. My breath caught in my throat. And then he repeated it, slow and deliberate: "Then taste me and fuck me hard, Draco." I froze completely. My heart was hammering. "You... you heard that?" I whispered, mortified. "Every word," he said, smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. "Did you know that you talk in your dreams?"

He's strict, ruthless, and utterly untouchable. She's determined, seductive, and completely off-limits. Professor Alexander Graves rules his lecture hall with an iron will. Emotionless, disciplined, and feared, he has no time for distractions-especially not from a student half his age. Love is nothing but an illusion, and desire is a weakness he refuses to entertain. But then she walks in. Ivy Monroe has spent years nursing a secret crush on the one man she can never have. She knows he's cold, distant, and would never cross the line... unless she pushes him. A glance here, a lingering touch there-slowly, she starts to crack his carefully built walls. The tension between them is dangerous. Forbidden. Addictive. And when the lines blur, neither of them is prepared for what happens next. A steamy, forbidden, slow-burn romance filled with tension, longing, an age gap that makes it all the more tempting, and a professor who never thought he could fall-until her.

mer·e·tri·cious: apparently attractive but having in reality no value or integrity. Spencer Artemis Venus, a seventh year Gryffindor, expected many things from her final year at Hogwarts. Her complicated relationship with Snape, getting hungover on fire whiskey and butter beer, going on Hogsmeade trips with her friends and playing quidditch. However, falling for her new defense against the dark arks teacher and becoming friends with the murderer on the loose was not something she expected. TW: will mention self-harm and mature themes

It's the 1940s and Europe is crumbling. As the man made horrors of World War Two ravage the continent, the Wizarding World continues to tremble under the dark influence of Gellert Grindelwald. There is no safety, no reprieve for the common folk regardless of magical ability. The only people who seem to be unaffected are the Pureblooded Elite who's progeny rule over the halls of Hogwarts with all of the disgusting self indulgence and lack of empathy of Emperor Nero himself. They are beautiful, wicked, and most importantly, powerful. A young Tom Riddle is chomping at the bit to gain influence over his posh. empty-headed peers. He's been successful in securing the dimmest of the group under his thumb, but the truly influential pawns continue to evade him. He needs an in, one that not all the scheming in the world seems to be able to grant him. That is until he finds himself partnered with Serraphina Selwyn for Prefect duties. First born to renowned curse breaker Geneth Selwyn, she stands as heir to the pureblooded family's fortune and sacred magic. Serraphina, who represents everything Tom envies, must be his. The two form a deadly alliance that turns into a sordid affair. Bloody secrets, dark magic, and curses abound.