"Face it Malfoy, you're a bloody coward." Harry's smile was gone, replaced by a menacing scowl. While he was talking, he had made his way back to Malfoy, who was now standing in front of him, seething with anger. "I. Am. Not. A. Coward," Malfoy said darkly with gritted teeth. His knuckles were turning white as he clenched his fists. "Prove it," Harry snapped, glaring into irises of stormy silver. Cover by: @D4y_Dr3am (their art is amazing!!)

{𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟱} There are some stories that are told, but some others are just meant to be buried away. We have all heard the heroic story of Regulus Black; a Pureblood wizard who joined the Dark Lord at a young age, only to see the darkness within. So he finds one of his Horcruxes and sacrifices himself in hopes of destroying it. Or at least, this is just a small part of a story which we've never been told before; a tale that other than Regulus, only a girl named Alexandra Starling could've known.

Harry wishes he could pretend Malfoy didn't exist, but when he finds him alone and vulnerable, he might have to rethink this. Disclaimer: All rights regarding Harry Potter go to J.K Rowling, and the Christmas image on the cover does not belong to me.

A series of one shots about how Sirius attempts to show his feelings for Remus. HR: #1 in Wolfstar - 7/8/19

Draco Malfoy "earns his wings" and, to many peoples dismay, finds his soul bond to a certain Golden Boy. Veela! Draco.

What would happen if a certain blond haired boy was a veela? How would that influence the boy who lived? Follow Harry Potter on his journey being thrown into the wizarding world. Instead of being enemies, Harry and Draco are friends. Will they ever be more than friends? *warning characters are slightly OOC.*

8th year Drarry Harry has never had a good home life, but the young savior has never failed at keeping that secret. After the war everything is finally catching up to him and Harry is struggling to grasp at the last of his sanity. Blaming himself for everything and feeling isolated from his loved ones, he struggles to keep going. Nobody seems to notice, let alone care about what's happening, until someone does... Who sees what's really happening and can they help him through while dealing with everything in their own life? Trigger warning ⚠️ - depression - cutting - suicidal thoughts *DISCLAIMER* I don't own any of the characters or places, only the plot, the rest belongs to JK Rowling and Warner bros I own the cover, I drew it myself, please message me for permission to reuse

But Sirius still had a problem. He always wanted to touch Remus. Just any sort of physical contact. When Remus was laying in bed, Sirius wanted to crawl in too; every time Sirius sat next to Remus, he had to constantly remind himself not to run his hand over Remus' thigh; Sirius wished he could slip his cold hands under Remus' thick sweater and finger every scar that littered Remus' pale skin; Sirius wanted to caress every part of Remus' face as if he could memorize it by touch; and Sirius really wanted to know what the soft skin on Remus' neck felt like under his lips, Sirius wondered if Remus was as susceptible to love bites as he was. But even though Sirius wanted all of these things, he didn't try to take them. complete :) Please note that I do not own ANY of the characters in this story. Thanks for reading :)

"Potter. Are you awake." "Yes Malfoy what the bloody hell is so important to wake me up at 2 in the morning for?!" "Whats your favorite color." "Green." Harry said rolling over so his back was facing the blond. "Oh" "Go to bed Malfoy." •Updates every few days, the writing gets better after the first few chapters, I promise•