Occulmency Stories

It was a societal rule that asking what potions a woman had was extremely rude, and regardless, Draco didn't need to ask. He fucking knew what she was hiding. "I'll come with you, then. We'll make it back in time; where is it?" Hermione paused, her voice nearly faltering. "I... Knockturn Alley." Draco nodded. "Alright, let's go then." // When Hermione and Draco get assigned to blow an operation on the distribution of dark objects on the east coast of England, little did they know they'd uncover each other's secrets in the process.

Harper Nonemacker has transferred as a third year into Hogwarts. The reason for the transfer? She's a Legilimens. However, not able to control this ability and causing issues for her previous school, she arrived at Hogwarts to get some semblance of control over her mind. Transferring into third year Gryffindor house, she tries to keep her ability a secret from the ever suspecting Weasley twins. When the secret is finally figured out, Harper works to control herself. But when Voldemort returns to power, and potentially learns about Harper Nonemacker, a girl descended from the seer that prophesied his demise and her interesting mind, is Harper safe to exist? Is Harper safe from the hands of Voldemort? Follow Harper and her adventures with the Weasley twins as she experiences true friendship and learns to control her mind.

Dumbledore didn't know half the secrets surrounding Sirius Black and never bothered to care. He didn't know about the boarder-line abusive house he was returned to every summer. He didn't know that he was an Animagus. He didn't know that he wasn't the Potter's Secret Keeper. He didn't even bother to get him a trial before throwing him into Azkaban. So why should he know that he was Married? He knew about his daughter, enough to send to her Grandmother's. He cared about enough about her to try to send her to her relatives the Malfoy's upon her Grandmothers death. But sending her to that hell hole would cause the carefully curated plans he set up to start to fall apart. When planning something as complex as the fall of the Dark Lord, and intentionally allow for people to die and get hurt in the war you allowed, it is best to leave no stones unturned lest something unexpected arises in the future. And what's more unexpected than a young girl who knows to much, and refuses to trust you or fall in line?