Lost

George Weasley x Black Female
(Octavia starts in her 5th year while the golden trio are in their 3rd)

Octavia Love Black is brilliant, reckless, and tired of pretending she's fine. She's in the same year as twins, but her talent pushes her into classes with older students after being home-schooled by her mother. Being the myth of Regulus Black's daughter means everyone expects darkness, and maybe that's why she keeps flirting with it.

Some nights end in laughter; she doesn't remember when they started. Moments that feel too close, too intense, too confusing to label, but a certain George Weasley makes her forget herself.

Friendships fracture. Feelings overlap. No one knows where they stand, and Octavia is stuck between wanting to be loved and not knowing how to stop running. Magic becomes background noise to the realm: jealousy, secrets, impulsive choices, and the quiet fear of becoming exactly what her surname promises.

This is growing up in spells and secrets, loving the wrong people at the wrong time, and learning that some damage doesn't show on the outside.
(This is my own story, so things are switched around from the books, and I've given it my own twist)