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Description- When people look at their lives - like really look at them - they will conclude that they are either terrible or great; even the most boring of lives. What they don't know is that they had very little to do with it. Lives are not one's own. They are property of another. Mere entertainment. They belong to Fate. Fate is a cruel and twisted master. She takes a great life and makes it terrible, or takes a terrible life and makes it great. How one's life goes, is all in how Fate see's as the most entertaining. When it seems like it will be interesting, she throws herself at it. Makes it the spot light of her show. Audience? Life and Death, Good and Bad. She makes them her puppets and uses them to assist her ways. Fate can be evil. Almost eleven years prior to the date of this story - September 1, 1971 - she saw a perfect spotlight. A group of children were about to be born - or just recently were born. As they grow up they will live the most interesting of lives. Fate wanted their destinies and she needed the best way to obtain them. So, she went for the core. Two girls who knew nothing of each other until September 1, 1971 - Alicia Weasley and Toraline Cosmier. Both predestined for great and terrible lives. Both set at Fate's hand. Fate really is Evil. What- An AU of the Marauders Time Period with OC's by The Lestrange Witches. Disclaimers- ALL OF J.K. ROWLINGS WORK BELONGS TO HER!!! PLEASE DO NOT STEAL OUR IDEAS/WORK!!! ALL OC'S BELONG TO US!! Credits- Cover Credit: @We_R_Tayla Authors Note- Thanks! I hope you enjoy! By: @RebelliousRedRose (Tora) and @AliceWelch (Alicia)

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝐻𝑜𝑔𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈, 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑜 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝒻𝑜𝓎, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝑔𝑔𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒿𝑒𝓇𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑒𝓉. 𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓉𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓊𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁, 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝐻𝑜𝑔𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝓍 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅, 𝒶𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈. 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝓌 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅𝑒𝓇, 𝑜𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈?

" Don't blame me, love made me crazy" Everyone warned Oliver Wood about her. Slytherin captain. Riddle's daughter. Trouble with a broomstick and a smirk. But she was fire and venom wrapped in green silk-and once he finally saw her, he couldn't look away. She'd always been there. Always her. The one he pushed, provoked, and played games with on the pitch. Now? She was in his head, under his skin, and suddenly everything felt like a dare he couldn't walk away from. He knew it was reckless. She was dangerous, forbidden, the kind of girl you don't bring home to mum. But the heart doesn't play by Hogwarts house rules. And she? She warned him from the start. "Don't blame me when you fall."