The White-Haired Black (a Harry Potter 19 yrs later fanfic)
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Ongoing, First published Jan 13, 2016
Avery Collins just turned eleven years old. Her Hogwarts letter arrived at her Muggle family's London townhouse, accompanied by the Headmaster of Hogwarts. He takes her to stay at the Potters in her last week of summer, where she begins to notice that there is something weird about her real family-not the Muggle family that took her in. It isn't until she arrives at Hogwarts that the truth is finally revealed...but who really is Avery Collins-and what happened her entire secret magical bloodline?
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Arrange Temptation | MW

48 parts Ongoing

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. ---- 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.