Starsseries Stories

"When I lost everything, I turned around, and you were there. I just want to be there for you in the same way." ( pre hp sorcerer's stone - post battle of hogwarts )

Love, fate, magic, change - true belief in them were always up for debate. What was the point of it all? They were motifs, morals of the story, but in real life? They didn't want to believe they existed even when it was staring them in the face. How could someone love him when all he had even known were cold, dark hallways and a family that could hardly bear to look at him? How could he trust in a fateful meeting when all he had ever gotten before were scoffs and insults? How could she give into the impossibility of magic when she's spent her entire life trying to rationalize the reality she knew? How could a boy she's hated for years suddenly change into a man she couldn't help but love? But there was one thing they all could agree on: the tragedy of war. Though it effects them all differently, they can all feel the magnetic ebb and flow of this treacherous fight, how it gently brings them together, only to violently pull them apart.

"We don't have a chance, do we?" "I think you're wrong there. I'd bet every last knut I had on us." "Fred, you bet every last knut you had on the most impossible outcome at the Quidditch World Cup." "And I won, didn't I?" ( hp goblet of fire - post deathly hallows )

"So, let me get this straight," started Dudley, utterly aghast. "Our plan is to, quite literally, open Pandora's Box, and none of you have any problems with this whatsoever?" He looked around at the group of wizards surrounding him, all of their attention uncomfortably on him. In turn, each one of them shook their heads. His eyes met the brown ones across from him, and he took a deep breath. "Alright," he conceded. "Let's do it, then." ( hp pre sorcerer's stone - post battle of hogwarts )

Déjà Vu - or - The Nine Lives of Minerva McGonagall _______ Time had always been elusive to Minerva McGonagall. When she was young, she thought it was her village that time seemed to evade. It was a tiny little village in the very north of Scotland that hardly saw a clear day, and as the eldest daughter of the only wizarding family there, it made since that time moved slowly for her. When she escaped to the wizarding school in the heart of the Scottish Highlands, she blamed her studious behavior for her warped idea of time. Without the responsibilities of her family, she was able to dive deep into her academic ambitions, and she always claimed that time moved differently within the walls on the library or on the back of a broom. But when she finds herself having neither of those to blame, Minerva is forced to come to terms with her recurring feeling of déjà vu. And that's only the beginning.

Frankie Zelmar had a lot to live up to. With the pressure of trying to stand out as the middle child of nine, of trying to distinguish her individuality in a world that refused to see her as anything other than one half of a matched set, of trying to be someone for her father, someone that was long gone - she needed something to give. She needed him. Cedric Diggory had a bright future. From a young age, the boy had talent, potential, intelligence - by only eight, the young boy was showing promise of becoming a powerful wizard that would take the world by storm. And no one was routing for him more than she was. But as the Triwizard Tournament comes to its fateful end, the wizarding world loses the promising wizard meant to take it by storm, and gains a young girl with nothing to lose, bringing the storm upon them.

An act of love. Not always easy to understand, but sometimes, the only thing we can do. Frank and Alice spent years just barely missing each other, years of peace, but years of feeling as though something was missing. But war has a funny way of bringing people together. And a cruel way of tearing them apart.

"We keep missing each other, don't we?" "Not any more. I'm with you, Ron. For as long as you'll have me." "Guess you're stuck with me, then." ( hp goblet of fire - post battle of hogwarts )

With the castle asleep, the entirety of the names on the map were very sedentary, and it wasn't until Harry had moved his wand closer to the map, about to mutter mischief managed, that he noticed movement. The movement was curious for a number of reasons, causing Harry to stare intently at the spot on the map. For one thing, the movement was not yet in the castle, but walking quickly along the very passage that Harry had taken in his third year to get to Hogsmeade. For another thing, the movement, the object, the person, was curiously named: unknown. ( hp half-blood prince - deathly hallows ) ( previously entitled the girl with the book )

"It's never a good thing, is it? Being the black sheep of your family?" "That all depends on the family you're leaving behind."

"They say there's only a thin line between hate and love." "How do you know when you've crossed it?" ( pre hp sorcerer's stone - post battle of hogwarts )

Visions of the future, visions of the past, visions of a world you have never known - is it a gift or a curse? Delphi Malis was only eight years old when her average epilepsy turned not only abnormal, but mythical. Suddenly, with every seizure she gets a glimpse into a different world, a different life, a different time - something that could not, in any way, be real. This notion of fiction hold true for no more than three months until she is personally effected by it. With one traumatizing vision, the world of her visions and her own collide like two planets, and she is stuck in the middle. Sirius Black thought he had everything figured out. His world was in chaos and he knew it, but for once in his life he was on the right side of history. If he and his friends could become animagi before they were fifteen, they could handle a war between good and evil. But suddenly there's her. Visions of the future, visions of the past, visions of his world that she is thrust into - is it a gift or a curse? ( marauders era - post deathly hallows )

To all who thought they knew her, Kalila Rosier was a witch that had it all. Intelligent, popular, kind, beautiful, wealthy, Pureblood - what more could one ask for? To all who thought the knew her, life was easy for the girl. But Kalila Rosier carried with her the heavy baggage of secrets that not only put her in danger, but make her dangerous. To all who thought they knew him, Neville Longbottom was just barely scraping by. Though he came from a noble Pureblood line, many thought he was hardly even magical, and if you asked the average person, they'd tell you the only reason he hadn't yet flunked out was because of the help her received from Hermione Granger. Clumsy, unlucky, and with no self-confidence, life wasn't easy for the boy. But Neville Longbottom carried with him the weight of his past, and he is getting stronger by the minute. When war breaks out, this unlikely pair find that they have more in common than anyone could have predicted. ( hp chamber of secrets - post deathly hallows )

"Think about it, Godric! They're not like us - they don't deserve our protection!" "Like my mother before me, I will fight for what is right. I will fight for anyone who need protection, whether or not they deserve it!" ( founders era - post battle of hogwarts )

In a world plagued by violence, prejudice, and impenetrable darkness, the Ravenclaws have always been a guiding light. They are born leaders, people that others constantly look to for wisdom and guidance, but with the Witch Hunts striking closer and closer to home, the family faces no choice but to flee. When fate leads them to a small valley in the Scottish Highlands, the family does their best to adapt. Only Rowena, the oldest of the children, has difficulty adjusting, because unlike the rest of her family, she had left something very dear to her heart behind. Or rather, someone. But a new home means new dangers, and Rowena must leave the past in the past in order to create a brighter future for her community. She has always had a drive to make a positive change in the world, but she never knew how - until she meets three other like-minded individuals that would forever change her life. None of the Ravenclaws shined quite as bright as Rowena, but long after she is gone, violence, prejudice and impenetrable darkness still reign. Can what has been diminished to a flickering light grow as bright as a supernova once again? ( founders era - post deathly hallows )

Wenona was an extremely intelligent, well-read, and even experienced young witch, but nothing in the world could prepare you for this moment. Nothing can prepare you for coming face to face with a dragon. ( pre hp sorcerer's stone - post battle of hogwarts )

Lyra Malis never saw herself becoming anything extraordinary, and she never really wanted to. She was perfectly content with her family on their farm in the Highlands, learning magic at the school just on the other side of the forest. Seeing how fame and misfortune effected her schoolmates, she reveled her unimportance. Finding a stray dog was the last thing she ever would have thought would end her childhood. In no more than an afternoon Lyra goes from content oblivion to the unfathomable realization that she has many more connections to the wizarding world than she ever thought. Connections to Harry Potter. As the truth finally comes forward, Lyra begins to understand that it is not just her past that is entwined with the Chosen One, but, whether she likes it or not, her future. ( prisoner of azkaban - post deathly hallows )

"I'm a Parselmouth," Salazar answered, speaking the words more confidently than he ever had before. "It's a very rare ability that runs in my family. We can speak to snakes, like yourself." "What a gift!" cried the snake. "What a wonderful, wonderful gift!" Salazar wondered if he should tell the snake that he thought it to be a curse. ( founder's era - post battle of hogwarts )

There was innocence when they met. A time of peace that allowed them to grow together, to plant a seed where before there was nothing. A spark that fostered a flame strong enough to warm a home for generations to come. Arthur was the light, Molly the warmth. But a breeze causes that flame to flicker. A war disrupts their innocence. No matter how many walls they build to protect themselves, a chill still seeps through the cracks, threatening all they hold near and dear. Is love alone enough to keep the embers from dying?

Bravery, intelligence, ambition - she had always had those. What is bravery if not standing up for those in need? Intelligence if not teaching all you know and learning what you do not? Ambition if not leaving home to find better opportunities? Though she came from very little, Helga Hufflepuff was someone who would amount to great things. What set her apart was that she was determined to bring her entire community with her. But before her community can thrive, she needs it to survive. Bearing witness to one of the largest massacres since the Witch Hunts in England began, Helga knows that she can no longer sit idly by. She must take every action she can to protect the wizarding community and teach it to protect itself, but if she has learned anything, it is that she cannot do that alone. ( founders era - post deathly hallows )