Evanrosier Stories

Seraphina Avery and Sirius Black were once best friends, so close that it was hard to imagine that by their third year, they would hate each other. Her father's death had changed Seraphina, and Sirius's resentment of his parents grew, leading to an argument which pushed the two far apart. They now hated each other, so much so that it was hard to imagine that by the end of their time at Hogwarts, they would end up loving each other. sirius black x oc childhood friends to enemies to lovers slow(ish) burn dual pov

Now what does the great house of black want with an orphan? Sweeten public image I suppose Yes well good luck to them with this one

Genevieve "Evie" Sterling has her entire life meticulously planned. As Ravenclaw's Head Girl, she exists in a quiet sanctuary of advanced arithmancy texts, ink-stained fingers, and a fiercely guarded ambition. As a muggle-born, she has absolutely no time for the looming wizarding war, or the toxic pureblood politics poisoning the corridors of Hogwarts. She definitely has no time for Sirius Black or Evan Rosier. Loud, reckless, and ruinously handsome, Sirius is a walking disaster wearing his rebellion like a leather jacket. He is a storm tearing through the castle, drowning out the dark legacy of his family with firewhiskey and a blindingly arrogant smirk. Evan, on the other hand, is the exact opposite. He is a quiet, suffocating compliance, a Slytherin heir bound to a rising Dark Lord, hiding his paralyzing terror behind a cold, untouchable mask. To Sirius, Evie is a rule-obsessed bookworm. To Evan, she is a blinding, impossible light. And to Evie, they are both colossal complications she can't afford. But when the responsibilities of their seventh year force them into the same orbit, the carefully drawn boundaries between them begin to blur. Sirius realizes the quiet Ravenclaw might be the only person who truly sees the wounded beast hiding beneath his charm, while Evan realizes she might be the only lifeline capable of saving him from drowning. Caught between the fiercely protective fire of a Gryffindor and the dark, devastating gravity of a Slytherin, Evie is about to find out that no amount of logic can save a map once it catches fire. [A Marauders Era Story]

Lines have to be drawn, loyalties to be chosen. Will love same them all? Aurelia and Harry Potter didn't have an easy childhood, but on their eleventh birthday, they finally got to have a normal life. Or did they? On the ripe age of 18 the twins and their friends decided to change the future, not for them, but for their parents. Lies will be told, promises broken and friendships ruined. Will it be worth it? !!! Harry Potter does not belong to me! All right are reserved to Warner Brothers and J.K. Rowling. I don't own anything but my OC and my original scenes. !!! English is not my first language.

A Marauders High School Band Au Fanfiction Written By An Almost Mentally Ill, Crazy Teenage Fangirl<3

Charlotte is James' younger sister(by 1 year). I dunno who she's gonna end up with, but I can tell you she's pan, friends with the Marauders, Valkeries, and Slytherin gang. Band AU btw. Honestly, I'm just going with whatever ideas get stuck in my head at the moment. Intro tells you some stuff, so I recommend you read over it, but you do you. I DO NOT own any of the characters except my oc, all others ( sadly ) belong to J.K Rowling and the Harry Potter universe.

This is the story of Lyra Potter, Slytherin, daughter of a family that never quite saw her, best friend to two boys who adored her and knew better than to try to own her the girl who chose her own side and paid her own price for it. It is also, inevitably, the story of Regulus Black, and the five years it took two people who knew exactly what they were to each other to stop pretending they didn't. Enemies first. Then the thing underneath all of it, which had been there since a Charms class in third year when she dismantled Flitwick's entire argument and looked sideways to see if anyone had followed, and he had. He always had.

This is my fanfic but with Remus Perspective. "Both of my friends are dead". Lily and James are dead Dumbledore has sent Harry to live with Vernon Dursley and Petunia the worsts Muggles imaginable. And my best friend well my boyfriend is in Azkaban Prison... And Peter is a traitor.

The plan was: Go to Hogwarts, make lots of friends, play quidditch and learn everything her heart desires. The plan was not: Sneak into the slytherin common room every other day, fall in love with Regulus Black and watch him become a death eater. Well, Diana Potter might have taken a wrong turn somewhere. (no use of Y/n because I don't like writing with it, so I made use of an OC. This is a rewrite of an existing book, you can check out the old version, but I don't recommend because the writing sucks) Started: 30-04-2026

Polaris Black, second son of Orion and Walburga, stands between two brothers and two destinies. A Slytherin by sorting, a Ravenclaw by mind, he drifts through Hogwarts with lazy smiles and half-lidded eyes-always watching, always thinking three steps ahead. He pretends carelessness, but nothing escapes him. Not whispers in dark corridors. Not the weight of his family name. Not the fragments of futures that come to him in sleep. An inventor at heart, Polaris builds quietly-not for glory, not for power, not even for himself. He creates something delicate and dangerous, a device meant to open a door that does not yet exist. Because somewhere in the future, there will be a boy trapped by his own name. And Polaris intends to set him free.

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Idk bro 😭 muggle/University au marauders, I'm js writing shit bruh

Sarafina plans to defy Dumbledore's yearly message of Normalcy, taking back what was rightfully hers. Will she achieve in getting her life back or will a specific black haired boy stop her from doing so?

Regulus Black, a new age artist loses the rights of his music cos of his producers, his own parents. Along with his new producer, James Potter, he'll re-record his albums and get back his music

The Case Study of a Sun-God I. Observations on the Physics of Heat - They tell you not to look directly at the sun. They say it will ruin your vision, but they never mention how the darkness feels twice as heavy once you've glimpsed the gold. - The wax doesn't melt all at once. It weeps. It's a slow, stinging brand down the spine-a reminder that you are made of earthly, fragile things, and she is made of the celestial. II. A List of Sins I Have Gulped Down 1. The way her ink-stained thumb looks against the white of a page. 2. The number of freckles dotted along her face is 23 and In the right light you can connect them to my constellation. 3. The realization that I would rather be a handful of beautiful ash than a mountain of marble. 4. The fact that I don't want to be saved. I want to be consumed. III. On the Subject of Theology I am told that I hate her. I tell myself the same thing when the sun gets too hot and my skin begins to blister. I say I hate this as the feathers tear away, as the sky turns into a furnace, as the gravity of her existence pulls the marrow from my bones. For what was the purpose of a religion, if not to drown in the god you've chosen? IV. The Anatomy of the Fall Icarus didn't fall because he was a fool. He fell because he finally tasted the air outside of the labyrinth and realized that a life spent running is no life at all. He looked at the sun-at the terrifying, radiant heat of it-and decided to stop apologizing for his hunger. I am late to my own life. I am a ghost in a house of silver and shadows, trying to remember what it feels like to be warm. I'm sorry I called it hatred. I'm sorry I pushed you away. I'm sorry I'm getting blood on the gold. I just wanted to see if you were real. I didn't fly too high by accident. I offered myself up. V. Footnotes - The sun doesn't actually make a sound, but in my head, it resembles her laugh. - I think I might be dying. - How lovely it is to burn with you. - Are you even listening?

What if the Marauders were pure blood ? What if they were mischievous but knew how to control everything around them? Friends with many things in common yet not alike Discover the journey of the Marauders as they make their way through Hogwarts and their lives

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Regulus Black was 10 years old when his mother first taught him where to find his brothers star in the sky. He was 10 years old when his parents sent him to a rehabilitation camp where they would force them to work and would blast a noise that sounded like nails on a chalkboard but amplified x100 everytime they stepped out of line. Regulus Black was 12 years old when he last saw his brother. He was 16 when he saw his brother again. The brother who had escaped his camp at the age of 14 and had been on the run since then. The brother that after finding out where he was didn't even attempt to get him out. The brother who let him rot in a prison. cross posted on ao3

Esmeralda Bane is nothing special, she doesn't look particularly stunning. She's a orphan who sees peculiar things around every corner, shes beeen treated differently her entire life. She can't wait to just get out of this wretched town, you cant imagine her surprise when on her elevneth birthday she doesn't only receive a letter but one given to her directly from some very old man named Dumbledore or something. She's half sure it's a cruel joke on her, but it can't get any worse to be honest. She hopes that she'll make more than the one friend she has, little does she know shes in for quite the surprise.

In the marauders era several of our favorite wizards and witches play a game called "Kiss, Marry, Kill" It's gonna be fun atleast for some of them I own none of these characters