Deadlily Stories

Sirius's first night at Azkaban. And his reaction to the Dementors. Sad Wolfstar Angst

helitrope Aliza Potter is neglected and mistreated by ivy and James Potter she decided to take own path and blessed by divines(9 of them)

Harry 'golden boy' Potter and Draco 'Slytherin prince' Malfoy could not be any more different: wheather it regards their families, upbringing or goals. But one thing is for sure: opposites attract. Harry and Draco were friends ever since their first meeting at Madam Malkin's, even if other poeple don't approve of that. But what if it was never friendship in the first place? Was this love all along? "So, tell me all about it?", the blond smirked down at the other boy. "Let's run". "Let's fight".

Lukas Potter is the boy who lived. Amaryllis Potter is the girl who survived. Harry Potter is the boy who died. Two are loved, one is hated. Lukas defeated Voldemort. Amaryllis survived his attack. Harry was killed by him. And yet, at the end of the day, all three children are alive and well... and so is Voldemort. And their mother is dead. James lavishes all of his attention onto his older two children, completely ignoring Harry and even going so far as to send him off to a Muggle boarding school. Harry grows up in fear and pain, while his older siblings grow up spoiled and conceited, being told that they are necessary for the Dark Lord to be defeated again. When they all reunite at Hogwarts, they are startled to see what they've become. Amaryllis is completely and totally convinced of her superiority, Lukas is terrified of the Dark Lord and hiding it under a mask of superiority, and Harry is beaten, shy, and quiet. Yet little Harry is the most powerful of them all-and the most injured. Where will they go from here?

Harry Potter, the Boy who lived, The Golden boy. Son of Lily And James Potter. But not everything as it seemed, Dumbledore was Lying to Him and using him for fame. Harry finds out he is the lost Son of Tom and Severus Riddle

One day a girl called Bianca was running away from her horrible grandparents, Clair Smith and Clark Smith who she had been living for the entire 13 years of being alive since her parents had died in a car crash when she was 6 months old. As she was running away she bumped into 3 girls who were a year older, they started to chase her to try and catch herr. She fell and ended up rolling down a hill, she was covered in mud and twigs and leaves and cuts but she didn't care she was too busy running away from Bella, Lily and Harper. She found a tunnel. She hid and waited for the three girls to give up. She looked down the tunnel to find a small door. Day after day she would return to the mysterious tunnel.

(Work in progress) In the quiet hours between night and dawn, Severus Snape carries a devotion the world will never witness and a grief it could never understand. Haunted by the memory of the only person he ever truly loved, he moves through life like a man bound to a phantom-every choice, every sacrifice, every betrayal traced back to a single name that no longer belongs to the living. As war rises and old allegiances tighten around his throat, Snape finds himself walking a razor-thin line between duty and self-destruction. Each covert act for Dumbledore pulls him deeper into a labyrinth of guilt, and every brush with Voldemort forces him to confront the monstrous shape of his past. Lily's absence becomes both his tormentor and his compass, a ghostly reminder of the life he might have had if he hadn't been consumed by anger, pride, and the hunger to belong. While the wizarding world prepares to choose its side, Snape wrestles with the truth that his love-unyielding, unreturned, and unforgiven-has become the very force driving him toward ruin. With every day that passes, the cost grows heavier: the erosion of his identity, the crushing solitude of his double life, and the chilling realization that some debts can never be repaid, even in death. This is the story of a man who loved too fiercely, lost too deeply, and learned too late that sometimes the greatest burden is not the enemy before you, but the ghost within you.