"'...Heathcliff, the passionate and resentful man who has loved her since childhood' - GAAH!" Sirius abruptly stopped reading the blurb of Lily's book as he was knocked over by an over-excited James, who had come bounding over, a weary Remus in tow.
"HEATHCLIFF?!" He crowed, flinging himself into an armchair, as if in readiness for a bedtime story, "But that's me!"
Hogwarts, 1978: Sirius, Remus, Peter, James and Lily are in their final year of Hogwarts. Join them in this fanfic, along with mysterious maps, hidden passages and some familiar ghosts and teachers.
DISCLAIMER: The Harry Potter series belongs to J.K. Rowling, not me. Same with Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte's, not mine.
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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