"we can be heroes, just for one day"
Heroes // David Bowie ♡
Celestia Rookwood is a fierce and fiery Gryffindor with a past she can never reveal. Born into a family of loyal Death Eaters, her father imprisoned in Azkaban and her mother lost to the war, Celestia is determined to rewrite her family's legacy. She hides her dark lineage from her friends-Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and George Weasley-finding solace in their loyalty and warmth.
But secrets have a way of surfacing, and the only ones who know the truth are the Slytherins, who take every opportunity to remind her of the darkness in her blood. As she fights to prove her worth, Celestia clashes with Fred Weasley, her infuriating nemesis whose pranks and sharp tongue seem designed to drive her mad.
Caught between the weight of her family's sins, the pressures of friendship, and the shadow of the Triwizard Tournament, Celestia must navigate a world where loyalty is tested, secrets are dangerous, and hate can burn brighter than fire-or transform into something entirely unexpected.
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.