Wools Stories

Emma, a 14-year-old permanent resident of Wools Orphanage, is fiercely loyal to her fellow orphans. When Drew, the youngest, is hurt by the bitch running the orphanage, Emma does the natural thing: she makes the bitch's hands disappear into thin air. In seconds, Emma finds herself transported into a world of magic and possibilities; a world where she is more than Emma the Orphan; a world where she can learn to become a witch. Soon, she meets Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, and all of the rest of Hogwarts's inhabitants. All is perfect, or, well, okay, except for two teeny, tiny, bitty, little, eensy weensy details: Emma is no ordinary witch, and, naturally, a noseless psychopath is plotting to kill her. ~~~~~~~ I am not J. K. Rowling (le sigh). Thus, I do not own Harry Potter nor the Harry Potter franchise (le sigh #2). Please don't sue me, and please check out the actual HP books and movies and stuff cuz, yknow, that is some good stuff. <3

He was just a boy. Just a young boy. But unfortunately. It's in his name. He's Argent. He's a hunter. He's a murderer.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to betray your only real friends? Merope Cowell has been friendless her entire life as far as she can remember. She was stuck at an orphanage for most of it, being forced to smile for people who only do so out of pity for her, for the helpless little orphan who looks like she was attacked by a dog. So you could imagine when some odd people who claim to be able to use magic take her "home" and force her to go to a magic school tell her to betray the only people she knows she can trust, to become a cold hearted backstabber, that she would want to refuse. She wants to, but her "father" whom abandoned her when she was young demands for her to spy. She becomes helplessly entangled in a net of love for the nicest person she's ever met. The only problems are he's in Gryffindor and she's in Slytherin. As for her father? He's Voldemort. DISCLAIMER: Amber (WorldofInspiration) helped me write this description!

God does not shine upon you. He could still remember the children that cuddled together in a useless attempt to keep themselves warm, dead the next day. You didn't even know who was dead, they all looked like corpses when they slept. Their chests barely heaving and their malnourished bodys mangled together. He remembered the dark basement where the feeling of watching eyes had never seemed to leave. Tom thought of the words Mrs. Cole had always told him in there. "God does not shine upon you, Tom Riddle." ... May all of them burn in hell...

You know me Harry Potter right? How I was Abused and a wizard? Those are true but things are not what it seems. Am I really a Potter? (Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or it's character.) Warning!!! There is a lot of violence abuse rape