OMINISxMC 𝒊 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆
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  • LECTURAS 9,358
  • Votos 350
  • Partes 7
  • Hora 4h 19m
Concluida, Has publicado may 09, 2023
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[50k - complete] Euphemia Black has problems: she's starting Hogwarts at fifteen, for one thing. Oh, and she accidentally travelled 100 years into the past, for another. Her new best friend is obsessed with the Dark Arts, and she's starting to develop feelings for his best friend...

It's a mess. But maybe fate sent her here for a reason. Can Euphemia stop Sebastian from spiraling into madness? Can she find a way to save Anne from a deadly curse?

Endgame Ominis/MC, not quite canon-compliant, angst/fluff/humor, references to 80's music, rated M for smut.

Author's notes: I couldn't play Hogwarts Legacy and simply move on with my life, so I wrote this. It is completely self-indulgent and riddled with hamfisted references to HP canon and chock full of dialogue stolen shamelessly from the video game. I don't even care.

Special thanks to my beta brightened, who is extremely talented and smart, and without whom I'd probably never finish this thing. You're the best.
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