antheia lupin couldn't believe the burden she had on her shoulders simply because of an event years ago. she hated even more that dumbledore had come up with a clever name for her situation. this left her thinking, "why couldn't that bloody butterfly have flapped the other way?" ˗ˏˋ fem! oc x h. potter 'ˎ˗ prisoner of azkaban onward #1 in #ocxharry #1 in #goldentrio #1 in #gryffindor #1 in #butterflyeffect #1 in #linny #2 in #harryxoc #2 in #deamus #2 in #wizardingworld #3 in #harry #3 in #harrypotterxoc #3 in #harrypotterlovestory

❝ 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓰𝓸. ❞ Grace always felt as if her heart was missing something, like a puzzle piece that got lost. No matter how hard she tried to fill the space with her uncle, or her aunt's family, she knew that nothing could replace that puzzle piece. That puzzle piece: was her father. Growing up she only knew that he left her and her mother one night when she was a year old, and never returned. When The Daily Prophet headlines that Sirius Black had escaped Azkaban the summer before her third year at Hogwarts, Grace started questioning everything. Being a thirteen-year-old girl was already hard enough, but to add looming questions, reliving traumatic memories, and realizing she might have feelings for one of her best friends, all while a murderer was on the loose, was becoming too overwhelming. However, once she learns and accepts the truth about her family, she holds onto it, never letting go. Starts in PoA, and ends post DH. Started: 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝟗𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. PoA: ꜰɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ GoF: ꜰɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ OotP: ꜰɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ HBP: ꜰɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ DH: ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ Post DH: ᴛʙᴅ

𓏵‧₊˚ ┊❝ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 '𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞' 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅? ❞ ─────in which she falls for the boy who lived but was destined to die . . . and he falls for her 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫. but that wasn't the only thing tying them together, as fate had a way of writing stories that made no sense, of weaving things that the prophecy never predicted into reality. ❪ harry potter x oc ❫ ❪ poa to dh ❫

she was made of magic that only i could see. harry potter movies, ootp - tdh harry potter x fem!oc © satellitebruises 2021

There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand. "And it's my whole heart weighted and measured inside." Harry Potter x Fem!OC Prisoner of Azkaban - Deathly Hallows © flayedcrank

"𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙮" - IN WHICH ~ Jupiter Cassiopeia Lestrange thought she could escape her family's dark legacy at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but in her second year, Tom Riddle's diary takes control of her, leaving her life in shambles. Saved by her best friend-and unrequited crush-Harry Potter, Jupiter tries to move on. But when her mother's cruelty and plans to recruit her into the Death Eaters become too much, Jupiter makes the choice to run, determined to forge her own path, even as her past threatens to pull her back in. - Harry x FemOC! - SLOW burn - Heavy fluff - Smut in HBP & DH - Dual POV - Book-Based Storyline - Prisoner of Azkaban -> Post War - Violence - Drinking - Abuse - Death Cover by Me! RANKINGS- 🥇 in HarryPotter 🥈 in HarryPotter 🥇 in HarryJamesPotter x2 🥈 in HarryJamesPotter x2 🥉 in HarryJamesPotter 🥇 in HarryPotterxReader 🥇 in CedricDiggory 🥇 in BlaiseZabini AWARDS- 🥇Best Harry Potter Fic - Armageddon Awards '24

Harry Potter and Lucinda Malfoy hate each other... but fate has other plans. Raised to be ruthless and untouchable, Lucinda never expected anyone to challenge her-least of all the Chosen One. Yet a strange pull, marked on both of them, keeps bringing them together. Will they fight it, or will the mark show them a connection neither can ignore?

"𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑬𝑵𝑫 𝑼𝑺..." "𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑰𝑻 𝑩𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑰𝑭𝑼𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺." She was born of a bargain, stitched from starlight and ruin, the last gift of a dying son to a goddess who loved thresholds more than mercy. 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 entered the world with silver eyes that remembered every grave, golden hair that shimmered like a crown too heavy for any child, and a silence that unsettled even the house that raised her. The Blacks bred tempests, and she was a storm disguised as grace. Though long before her first breath, the constellations had written her fate. They named her for dawn yet clothed her in dusk, promising her to the boy who bore lightning in his scar. 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑-child of prophecy, boy marked by fate for death, the lamb to be slaughter and sacrificed. They found each other in corridors steeped in omen, their eyes meeting as if they had done so for centuries. His sorrow recognized her fury; her tenderness understood his ruin. Their love was not a choice but an inheritance, whispered by the heavens, sealed in the marrow of their bones. The world stood against them. As bloodlines demanded obedience, gods demanded payment, destiny demanded separation. Yet together they moved toward each other as planets do, colliding though they knew it would shatter the sky. Their love was no sanctuary. It was a doom both holy and profane, a sacrament carved into the stars with the same hand that wrote death.