Истории Familymagic

For ten years, our parents gathered on the same nights, laughing too loud and sending us upstairs to "go play." We thought it was just boring adult time. ​Until the night the glasses didn't clink-they smashed. ​Then came the sound: bubble bubble bubble-pop pop pop pop pop. ​Now, we know the truth: whatever they're drinking releases floating, luminous bubbles that drift through the house. And they aren't just bubbles. ​They are memories. ​Led by a self-appointed General, we're launching Operation Spy-On-Our-Parents-When-They-Drink. Armed with mason jars and a net, our mission is simple: steal the secrets before5 they pop. ​What we find-of love, of hidden happiness, of lives richer than we ever knew-is shocking. But the most terrifying discovery of all? ​One of the bubbles holds us. ​When you steal a memory, you realize you might be making one.

"The black family madness isn't bad son, it's magic. Dark, grey and light, it's all about the intent and with family magic, respect." He'd repeat in his most stern voice. "Respect it, befriend it, never give in to it. To give in is to bind, once bonded with it, it will be hard to tell where you start and madness begins. It eats, it corrods maybe not your magic, but your mind." Sirius kept his biggest secret from his friends Peter told his friends biggest secret Dumbledore will stop at nothing to collect all secrets and be the only one to use them

when the founders of Hogwarts have a child who becomes the mistress of death but dousn't know it how will she react to going to Hogwarts 1000 years later as the girl who lived read to find out how she will react to dumbledores involvment in her life! credits too jk rowling your story not mine but fuck you jk this is my first story go easy on me please. comment with ideas no garenty i will use them but i will look.

Varessa Aames is in the middle of a war, the Third in a strong legion which her brother leads. But when she cannot damage one of the opponents, she gets curious.

If there was one day in his whole life that eleven-year-old Sirius Black dreaded, it was the first of September, 1971. And the overcast sky, the night devoid of stars, was a bad sign. Because before he was a Marauder, he was the Black Heir.

A cursed girl... Heir to the throne..

[ON HOLD] This story leads us to the untold story of Abraxas Hyperion Malfoy, heir to the Noble House of Malfoy. With the dark lord on rise, he was expected to be the right hand man, the lieutenant of the one, Voldemort. A story of love, lies, trust and loyalty in the Hogwarts house of Slytherin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Can I at least get a kiss?" she ask him softly. Her tears threatening to spill. He kissed her fully on the lips as her tears fell down, their tears mixed with the kiss, giving it a salty feeling. He smiled and kiss the the back of her hands. " Don't cry. We will go to a nice beach after all this. You always wanted to go to a beach, right? With little Lucius." Little Lucius was tugging at her mother's dress, begging to be picked up. "Dadda" he said and start crying, as if knowing that his father is going out. "Its going to be alright. My little peacock. Keep mamma safe?" he said to the little toddler. His mark hurt once again, he seriously have to go now. With one last kiss, he disapparated.