Tangled and Torn

Tangled and Torn

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mar., janv. 6, 2026
Fred Weasley / George Weasley x Fem OC ✧・゚: *✧・゚:* Fresh out of Hogwarts, Azalea Whitlock returns to the Burrow for the summer, surrounded by the familiar chaos of the Weasley family and the comforting presence of her two best friends, Fred and George. The three of them have been inseparable for years, bonded by pranks, late-night talks, and the kind of friendship that always felt effortless. Azalea has loved Fred Weasley since third year. Everyone knew it, except, apparently, Fred himself. Loud, charming, and full of life, he has always lit up any room he walked into, and Azalea never questioned where her heart belonged. That is, until this summer. Somewhere between helping Molly cook breakfast, stargazing in the orchard, and quiet mornings in the garden, Azalea begins to notice George. Not just the easy humor or the clever remarks, but the quiet kindness, the thoughtful glances, the way he always seems to understand her even when she says nothing at all. By the end of summer, the three of them have launched their dreams in Diagon Alley. Fred and George open Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, and Azalea opens Whitlock's Whisk, a magical bakery known for its charmed pastries and enchanted tea blends. The twins live in the flat above their shop, and Azalea settles into the cozy space above hers, just down the alley. But things aren't as simple as they once were. George is finally starting to realize what Azalea means to him, while Fred's feelings are becoming explosive. And Azalea is caught in a storm of her own, torn between the boy she has always loved and the one who is quietly becoming her everything. As hearts tangle and truths come to light, Azalea must face a choice: hold on to the past, or follow her heart into the unknown. ✧・゚: *✧・゚:* THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE THEMES AND SEXUAL CONTENT. RATED MATURE. I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or storylines, only the characters and storylines I have created.
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Born and first raised in a home filled with love and laughs, Lyra Eileen Potter came into the world minutes before her twin brother, Harry James Potter. So she was the first to cry and the first to be held - but the fate decided she'd be the one to be taken away first, that night. On October 31st 1981, the night everything changed for Harry - who soon became the Boy Who Lived -, a burst of white lighting carried Lyra out of Voldemort's reach. And while everyone remembered Harry, no one remembered Lyra - the Girl Who Vanished. Years passed, and under the name Selwyn, she grew up surrounded by the cold elegance and silver-lined expectations - a pureblood legacy, distant smiles, and rules stitched into every word. But Lyra learned how to adapt, how to read people, how to keep secrets. At Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat had screamed Slytherin. And although she wore green and silver with quiet pride, she never truly mirrored those beside her: she was too thoughtful to follow blindly, too curious to conform - and too kind, perhaps, for a house known for its ambition and edge. Then her fourth year came and something shifted. Behind everything, a warmth became to bloom. Maybe it was the Twiwizard Tournament. Maybe it was him - the red-haired prankster with too much charm in his grin and too much gentleness in his gaze: George Weasley. Or maybe it was the way she started to really look at Harry Potter - not as the boy who lived, but as someone ho carried the same quiet ache in her chest. Or perhaps it was simply time for the lies to crack, and for the speed in her blood to rise. [gof-dh] [george weasley x fem!oc] [started august 4, 2025]

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