Clover May, a shy half-blood witch in her 3rd year at Hogwarts, had managed to find herself wrapped up in the chaos that follows her three best friends, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. Despite the looming danger, the only thing she finds herself worried about is her best friends brother. ☆ This story has text-to-speech! ☆ Credit goes to J.K R*wling for characters, setting etc. ☆ Pre-warning for violence, mature topics, sexual topics etc 𐀔 fredweasley - #1 12/4/22 𐀔 weasleytwins - #1 15/4/22 𐀔 goldentrio - #1 15/4/22 𐀔 hp - #1 4/3/22 𐀔 ronaldweasley - #1 15/4/22 𐀔 secretboyfriend - #1 4/3/22 𐀔potter - #1 18/4/22

Los Pennbrook desde siempre han servido al poco querido Lord Voldemort. Por esas mismas razones su única hija Lorelai tomaba clases en casa, su padre prohibió a su hija exhibirse de tal manera, y aunque no lo pareciera aquella familia era muy unida y Lorelai amaba a sus padres, aún con sus creencias que a ella no le agradaban y tenían cierta controversia por eso. Lamentablemente aquellos sucesos dejan marcado a las familias de por vida. Lorelai tenía todo, a sus padres y su gran casa. Pero un día se da cuenta que todo aquello que tenía se desvanece y solo le queda aceptar un trato si desea sobrevivir a aquello. -Protege a Harry Potter, y a mis hijos- dijo Molly Weasley mientras tomaba las mano frías de la chica-. Y nosotros te ayudaremos con lo que sea querida, y si no te parece podemos cambiar esto a algo más cómodo. Vivir con una familia que muchos consideraban traidores y pobres no estaban en los planes de Lorelai, expuesta al mundo mágico sin nadie saber su pasado. Acostumbrarse al bullicio familiar, a amistades nuevas. Pero claro, siempre debe haber una espinilla que te da jaqueca. Para Lorelai, eso era Fred Weasley. No era odio, ni tampoco amor, pero claramente algo ahí había. Aunque ambos se lo negaran. -Todos lo personajes le pertenecen a JK Rowling, incluida la historia. Menos la de los personajes incluidos.

Fred Weasley x OC (Olivia Malfoy) Olivia Malfoy has spent her life behind carefully constructed walls - a perfect pureblood, a flawless student, a dutiful daughter. But beneath the surface lies a girl haunted by shadows, secrets, and a mark she never asked for. At Hogwarts, survival means silence... until a red-haired Gryffindor with a crooked smile and far too much charm pulls her into the light. Fred Weasley never expected to fall for a Slytherin. Especially not her. Brilliant, guarded, and infuriatingly brave in ways she doesn't even see, Olivia becomes the one secret he actually wants to keep. But love doesn't come easy when legacies are written in blood and the world is tearing itself apart around you. As war brews and loyalties are tested, Olivia and Fred find themselves caught between duty and desire, bloodlines and choice - and the terrifying, beautiful truth that sometimes love means rewriting the story you thought you were born to live. Enemies. Friends. Lovers. Traitors. Survivors. This is their story - one stolen moment at a time.

Seraphina Vale, a young, elegant girl who always has an act for some fun. Seraphina is half blood wizard. She never met her dad, but from her Muggle mother. She is currently a 5th-year student at Hogwarts. She is best friends with Fred and George Weasley and Lee Jordan. This changed everything for her and her friend, especially Fred. The love share between two people is special and always need to be cherish, while their love was magical. 18+ Sense are gonna be a part of this if you feel uncomfortable please do skip the chapter or do not read. There wil be mentione and use of drugs and alcholo.

"And far across the castle, Fred Weasley lay awake longer than usual, wondering how a single name could cause so much trouble - and why, for the first time all term, Hogwarts felt like it had shifted on its axis."

Matilda Nott was born into darkness. Pure-blood royalty. Slytherin princess. Future Death Eater. She has the tattoos to prove her loyalty and a name that demands obedience. Fred Weasley is everything she was raised to despise - loud, reckless, a blood traitor with a grin too charming for his own good. They were supposed to hate each other. But hatred has a dangerous way of turning into something far more explosive. As war brews and allegiances are tested, Matilda finds herself caught between family expectations, a possessive Draco Malfoy, and the one boy who refuses to fear her. Loving a Weasley would destroy her reputation. Defying her family could destroy her life. And Fred Weasley? He's more than willing to light the match.

"... 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 - 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 - 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯..." golden trio era [fred weasley x fem! oc] cover by @missalicenth

How would everyone react once they see her? After Sirius Black's daughter's mysterious disappearance in the middle of the third year, One years ago, she suddenly decided to come back to Hogwarts? Lilith Black, The Daughter of the infamous Sirius Black and the murderous death eater Arabella Dolohov (Black) is the spitting image of her parents. "You really are your father's daughters aren't you?" "Fuck you, Weasley." The ginger boy scoffed now putting his hands back in his pocket, his tongue rolled on the side of his cheek, towering over the brunette. Although it was night outside, the kitchen light shined reflecting on his back. "I am not my father, nor a murderer, so don't make me become one." Lilith's eyes pierced "And I would appreciate it if you restrained from acting like your some sort of 'gentleman' to me, in front of your mother, we both know it's not going to be that way once summer is over." "Oh, wow!" Fred let out a sarcastic gasp of air "Ten points to Slytherin, good observation, Black!" "Get out of the way, I'm not in the mood to feed your ego." The brunette had pushed past the ginger not looking at him no longer. Fred leaned his back into the kitchen countertop "Ay, maybe you're right, I apologise, maybe you're not like your father after all..," Lilith had stopped in her tracks. "Maybe you're like your mother!" He let out a laugh with now his arms crossed against his chest. "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree now, ay?" "You're fucking infuriating, Weasley!" "Glad to have you back, Lilith!" Fred had shouted at the brunette's back who was storming away into her room. The way I hate Fred Weasley!

(REWRITING...) 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒? 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 is not your average pureblood heiress. Instead of insulting mudbloods and blood traitors, she befriends them. Being related to one of the most prestigious families in the Wizarding World doesn't help her image either-as they say, once a Black, always a Black. But does she really want to associate herself with her blood? After years of being controlled by her grandmother, Cressida Black, daughter of Arcuturus and Melania Black-Eleanor finds herself burdened with the power she holds. The foresight of her mother's descendants, the ancient practices taught to her at age 9, how was a girl like her supposed to live with such weight? The puppet was now the one with the strings, how was she supposed to use them? She'll tell you how-by using it after uncovering her mother's secrets. It wasn't everyday a girl's mother was the Dark Lord's most trusted witch, so why should she be like the everyday girl? ✴ Fred Weasley x Original Character - friends to lovers - slow burn - second chance cover by : _rinnemi1 on tiktok, @idkwhattoput_12 on wattpad 😼

𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 has spent six years at Hogwarts perfecting the art of being invisible - a quiet, clever Slytherin who keeps her head down and her heart guarded. Fred Weasley has spent just as long being impossible to ignore - loud, adored, and maddeningly sure of himself. When one of his infamous pranks nearly sets her cauldron on fire, Evangeline finally catches his attention... for all the wrong reasons. What starts as irritation turns into rivalry, and rivalry soon burns into something far more dangerous. He thinks she's cold. She thinks he's insufferable. But the line between hate and something else is thinner than either of them ever imagined.