"You did good." Oh god his accent. "I don't think I've seen you race that well before." Dream looked over to him, raising an eyebrow amidst his prideful grin. "You've come to my races before?" - Dream likes to race for the rush of adrenaline, and George looks so pretty when he waves the starting flags. - Accelerate was a written collab by @isntitcrazy and @honkdaddyy. Both of us do not want this to be reuploaded anywhere, and especially not here. We weren't going to upload Accelerate to Wattpad in the first place but people went against both of our boundaries and uploaded it anyway. If you see any fics of Accelerate that aren't from this account, please report them. There is NSFW in it.

Quidditch is an interesting enough sport, but not when my mind kept wandering back Harry's messy black hair, lightly brushing across his forehead in the summer night's breeze, or the way his eyes caught the light and seemed to be shining, or imagining how he would look without that blasted shirt on.... Within ten minutes, Ireland had scored twice more, bringing their lead to thirty-zero and causing a thunderous tide of roars and applause from the green-clad supporters, but I couldn't force myself to pick up anything else. What had Harry done to me? I had to sort out how I felt. I'd have more time later to do so, but I had to understand it. Was it possible - could I actually like him? I'd never thought of him in that way, he was my best friend, but I was friends with plenty of boys at Hogwarts and I'd never felt this way about any of them. As my eyes trailed down from his hair, jaw, and his lips to his chest covered loosely by his shirt, it hit me like a blow to the chest - I liked my best friend. 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒶 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝑜𝓃 𝐻𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒫𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇. ~ When Y/n's mother passed away and her father is convicted and locked up in Azkaban, her grandmother takes her in, raising her for her whole childhood. She was never one to shield Y/n from the truth, hence the reason Y/n knows about her past, the way her mother died and why she has a lightening shaped scar on her neck. The two things she doesn't know, however, is who the boy in the picture is, or why she didn't get her Hogwarts letter until she was 13. (I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, ALL CREDITS GO TO J.K. ROWLING. THIS STORY IS IN NO WAY BEING ASSOCIATED WITH WARNER BROS OR J.K. ROWLING.) *This story is built for a female reader, I apologize if this is not the kind of thing you are looking for* Year 3: ✔️ Year 4: ✍🏼 Year 5: ~ Year 6: ~ Year 7: ~ ✔️ - Finished ✍🏼 - Currently Writing ~ - Not quite there yet :)

Y/n is in her third year at Hogwarts. She's found a group she's comfortable with, and happy. But events begin to unfold and she realizes that she's stuck in the middle of a hard situation and a choice has to be made. Will she be able to choose?

"Things are getting stranger by the day." A dementor attack on Dudley and getting kicked out from the Dursley's can lead to a breakdown. So when Dumbledore gives you a new life are you going to fuck everything up or are you going to get a boyfriend and two best friends.

Y/N L/N is adopted into the family of the Dursley's... A startling fan fiction starts with Harry Potter and you. Through ups and downs, will you and Harry be able to survive together through all the chaos that's bound to happen? (Oh, and don't worry, this ain't no Sweet Home Alabama meme shit) I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS (except Y/n ;-;), ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO J.K. ROWLING. -not finished-