In a Britain where Voldemort won the war, Harry Potter is a prisoner in the Black Circle Tower and the world trembles under fear and spectacle. But the Dark Lord's alliance overlooked one truth-Leta Crystal, daughter of Queen Morgana, last fairy on Earth. Hunted since childhood, wielding dangerous Chaos Magic, she arrives in Britain seeking the White Circle Ring to free her people and restore Tir Nan Og.
Her path collides with Fred and George Weasley, now leaders of the rebellion. Distrust gives way to alliance, and alliance to something deeper: a love fierce enough to be shared, not divided. Together, the three fight raids, betrayals, and the Black Circle's fury, their bond burning hotter with every battle.
When Leta earns her Enchantix, radiant with wings and goddess-bright power, the final war begins. To win freedom, they must pay with time itself-a decade of their shared lives, freely given. But in the aftermath, through laughter, firelight, and a sanctuary they build from the ruins, they prove that love and rebellion can outlast even the darkest night.
Themes:
Resistance against tyranny.
The ethics of justice vs. vengeance.
Found family, grief, and healing.
The danger and necessity of hope.
Love that defies convention, choosing trust over jealousy.
Time as a price-and how to spend it fully.
Tone:
Dark, dystopian, but threaded with humor, rebellion fire, and tender, mature romance.
Epic scope: raids, heists, quests, goddess-magic, but deeply character-driven.
Mature intimacy implied: kisses, touches, nights together, passion that deepens bonds rather than cheapens them.
THIS IS LIKE DARK HARRY POTTER x DARK WINX CLUB
I DO NOT OWN ANY OF MENTIOND PHARCISES THIS IS A FANFICTION I MAKE NO MONEY HERE
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"You're mine, Jeea. Don't ever forget that." His voice is a siren, enchanting me, making me dizzy with the need to be close to him.
"I know, Mr. Rathore. And you're mine." I peck his lips and he squeezes my neck in return. I can still feel the embers of his angry, lying just below the surface of his skin.
"Always, jaan. It's a pleasure to be yours." His lips meet mine in a slow kiss which quickly turns into something passionate, neither of us willing to back down. I take his anger that he drowns into this kiss and show him my love in return.
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Jeea Mehta has always lived in the shadow of her perfect older sister. But when a twist of fate forces her to marry Dhruv Singh Rathore-a wealthy, enigmatic man who was once promised to her sister-Jeea finds herself caught in a marriage she never wanted and a life she doesn't understand.
But Dhruv is not an easy man to please. He's distant, ruthless, and heartbreakingly unattainable. And yet, beneath his icy exterior, Jeea glimpses something more-something that makes her heart betray her at every turn.
As hidden truths unravel and undeniable chemistry ignites, Jeea finds herself caught in a dangerous game of love and resentment. Because while she was never meant to be his bride... she might just become something even more unexpected-his weakness.
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