His hand slid beneath the hem of her skirt, fingers tracing the warm silk of her inner thigh with deliberate slowness. The cinema’s darkness was their ally as he traced high

He’d heard the locker room whispers, the boasts, the tales of the Broom Bunnies. How they craved the adrenaline, the spotlight, the raw, public thrill of being taken by a pl

The dragon shifted in its sleep, a low growl vibrating through the ground. Charlie stilled, his breath catching, eyes locked on the beast. Too close. Too fucking close. But

His gaze never left {{user}} as his thumb moved minutely against his wand. A silent, intricate flicker of magic, woven with the precision of a master duelist, snaked a

He bit his lip, stifling another groan. In his mind, they were whimpering, begging, their eyes blown out with pleasure. His other hand drifted down, cupping his balls, givin

He swallowed, the words coming rougher as he went on. “I don’t even know how I managed it. I forced the stalls open one by one, dragging horses out while the beams groaned o

“Tell me,” he said quietly, almost as though afraid the shelves themselves might overhear, “do you feel yourself to be the true living vessel of the Vein… or only the figure

Kaelen’s soldier’s gaze swept the chamber out of habit, testing the windows, the corners, the tapestries for threat, before fixing upon them. He crossed the rug with the sou

The smirk deepened as he leaned casually against the archway, every muscle taut under the guise of nonchalance. He didn’t speak just yet. He only watched, eyes fixed on her

“I’ve tried,” he said, louder now, his voice cracking against the weight of it. “I’ve tried to stop it. I’ve tried to change what I see. I’ve even tried forcing myself to lo

They look at me and see the Dark Lord's most trusted servant. I look in the mirror and barely recognize the man behind the eyes. But you. You see what remains. You’ve always

Sirius moved. So did Regulus. They closed the distance in unison, a pull neither acknowledged. Regulus’s expression stayed unreadable. Sirius’s mouth was already twitching t

Two of Master Lin’s men gray-robed, faces blank like marble had her by the arms. Her legs kicked out, heel catching one of them in the ribs, and he hissed. They shoved her h

I asked her to be my girlfriend. Like a complete moron. And she said yes. Why the hell would she say yes? His pencil scratched across the page, catching on the curve of her

Not just any prep. Viktor’s little sister. Of course she was. Of fucking course. Her accent was Americanized enough to pass under the radar at first, but after Viktor nearly

Then it was Saya’s turn again. She leaned back, all grace and lethality, flask cradled in her palm. Her mouth curved in that slow, knowing smirk that made Marcus’s spine tur

Then came the true humiliation. Maria, ever the showman in her fury, pivoted and marched straight toward {{user}} who had just appeared, bleary-eyed, wrapped in a hoodie and

He was halfway down a page already, her spine arched, her arms above her head, loose strands of hair curling like vines down her neck. Again. For the sixth time this week. T

His sketchbook lay open in his lap beneath the desk. Dozens of renderings stared back at him, side profile, three-quarters, a smile she’d given someone else yesterday in the

He was enjoying himself. Not just in that I’m-distracting-myself kind of way, but in the I-could-sit-here-for-hours-and-it-wouldn’t-be-enough sort of way. He didn’t feel the

His hands moved lower again, guiding their rhythm, coaxing a slow grind that sent sparks racing up his spine. He gasped into their mouth, forehead pressed to theirs, his voi

The silence fractured into pieces, sharp and immediate. The gramophone’s charm hiccuped. The breeze from the open window stilled. Even the portrait of Abraxas Malfoy above t

𝔻𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪 𝕊𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕦𝕤 𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕

𝔻𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕒𝕣

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She was small. So small it felt like she might disappear if he wasn’t careful. Sirius held her close to his chest, barely breathing. Her skin was warm, her face scrunched in

Sirius nodded slowly. He didn’t look up. “I want to name her after someone who showed me what strength looks like without cruelty. Someone who had the courage to walk away f

You begged me not to make you look stupid. Not to make you feel like second place in your own damn home. And I looked you in the eye and said I wouldn't. You trusted me with

𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕

The Golden Trio Era

(Sorry I've been offline, I'm in the middle of moving across the country. Buying a house and my dog being sick. Ooof)

The confession lodged like a blade in his chest. But the relief of saying it aloud was almost blinding. He could barely breathe. “I can’t stop thinking about it,” he admitte

"They send me away to find them a fortune / A chest filled with diamonds and gold...And all the kids cried out, 'Please stop, you're scaring me!'I couldn't sta

“I should be dead,” he said, quieter now. “I should’ve gone with them. I should’ve taken Peter with me.” Mais non, je suis encore là, en train de baiser la fille de l’homme

His free hand gripped her hip, pulled her into him, hard enough to bruise. Her breath hitched against his mouth. This is mad. Completely barmy. She’s Voldemort’s bloody daug

His fingers curled around the brass handle of her bedroom door, and he pushed it open slowly. The scent hit him instantly. Rich. Familiar. Intoxicating. The room was not lik

Vax didn’t dignify that with a response. He watched her instead. The tavern lights glinted off the curve of the pints {{user}} balanced with practiced care, her focus narrow

And the moment he saw her, truly saw her something broke inside him. Not pain. Not even awe. What this feeling? It was as if every sense in his body had gone sharp at once.

He stood with that predator’s grace, letting the book fall shut with a muted thump against the rock. The firelight caught on the pale skin of his throat, the sharp angles of

The fire popped behind him echoing off the stone walls. Focus, he ordered himself. Forget the red hair. Forget the green eyes. {{user}} is not her. She’s not her. But even a

Scorpius nodded helpfully. “You said you were in love with her, and also that you were haunted by her curtains. And that you’ve seen war zones better arranged. Oh and then y

“They come from chickens,” Draco answered dryly before she could. He smirked faintly, then added under his breath, So help me if he asks where chickens come from next.

Draco crouched beside the tangle of limbs and hair, brushing a strand of her hair gently from her cheek. He looked her over with quiet scrutiny her pallor was off. Too pale.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” Remus pressed, his voice more fascinated than accusatory. “You erased her.”

𝔼𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕕 ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝔼𝕣𝕒

It was a sickness in him, an obsession rooted so deep it rotted the very foundation of his being. He had convinced himself that he had moved on, that what he had now was rea

There was no push, no pull, no expectations here. No clipped tone correcting him, no disapproving looks when he messed up, no carefully measured sighs when he didn’t fit int

His chest tightened. He squeezed his eyes shut. I should let them go. Tomorrow I'll let {{user}} go, it will be better that way. Safer. It was an unbearable thought. It made

"It's not what it looks like." But it was. It always was. And they had seen this before. Hell, {{user}} probably expected it by now. That was the worst part. Sirius swallowe

𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕

The Golden Trio Era

𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕

The Marauders Era

𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕

The Marauders Era

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The Marauders Era

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𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕

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ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕠 𝕙𝕦𝕟! 𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥, 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕗 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘!

“I see a

𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕

The Marauders Era

The bell at the front of the shop jingled. Remus didn’t look. He didn’t need to look. A creeping sense of unease trickled down his spine, his instincts well-trained from yea

Severus stood, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his robes, staring at the water as if it held some answer to the war waging inside his mind. He had never celebrated bir

Before Peter could so much as turn, James and Sirius had managed to once again steal his thunder, James’ arm slung around Peter’s shoulders, Sirius grinning like he’d caught

I don’t deserve them, do I? The thought hit him suddenly, an unspoken fear that had always lurked somewhere in the back of his mind. Not after everything. Not after the way

James didn’t hesitate. In an instant, he shot out from his hiding place, his long legs propelling him across the room before anyone could react. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” he shouted

His fingers tightened around the box. This ring… He had hidden it away for years, ensuring his father would never find it, never sell it for another bottle of cheap whiskey.

And now Lily had thrown it out to the wind like it was nothing. Albus didn’t think. He acted. “That’s enough, Lily.” His voice was quieter than hers, but it cut through the

Determined to salvage what was left of his dignity, he barreled forward with more questions, not giving them a chance to answer before tossing out another. “What’s your favo

"I’m not sorry." The words sat heavy between them. "I should be, shouldn’t I? That’s what they keep telling me. That it’s the only way to fix things." He let out a breath th

Credence shook his head, his eyes still locked on the unconscious figure. "No," he whispered. His voice was so hoarse, it barely made a sound. He saw the glint of something,

{{user}} didn’t do it to anyone else. Just him.

If he said he was doing good, {{user}} would say well.

If he said the sky was blue, they’d tell him exactly w

Two days ago, they had lingered by his desk under the pretense of sorting files, only to comment offhand, of course on an obscure theory he had been contemplating. Not a top

The sight of {{user}}, this person he had spent years harboring feelings for, this person who had, without ever trying, nestled themselves into the carefully structured comp

And yet, he was utterly miserable. Curled in an armchair by the fire, he scowled at James, who was lounging across from him on the sofa, looking insufferably pleased with hi

His hand absently traced the rim of a goblet as he spoke again. "I’ve been watching you, you know," he admitted, as if it were some great favor. "Noticed you don’t really le

Now, with the Beater offering a quick nod of thanks and heading out, it was just them. The rustle of their supplies, the distant trickle of a running shower, the quiet breat

His throat tightened. He turned away from the table, away from Fred and George and their near-whispered conversation. His feet carried him to the couch without thinking. {{

The stunned silence stretched for a moment too long, an unfamiliar sensation creeping up Gilderoy’s spine was it nervousness? That couldn’t be right. Gilderoy Lockhart didn’

But this? This was anarchy. His quill dragged across the parchment, an uncharacteristic smudge marring the otherwise flawless script. He exhaled sharply through his nose, ey

Their eyes were on him, attentive, sharp, taking in every word. He had never been one to get distracted on a job, but this, this was different. The way they listened, the wa

He took another step forward. The floorboards creaked beneath his heels. “Aberforth,” he continued, his voice measured, precise, “has always had an unfortunate habit of talk

His gaze traced every flicker of expression, every micro-movement. The Marauders reckless, sentimental fools. They wielded loyalty like a shield, but loyalty, he knew, could

Wilhelm froze. Just for a second. Just long enough for the room to shift. The usual quick comeback didn’t come. His fingers twitched at his sides, his smirk flickering like

His fingers traced slow circles, his gaze fixed on the water as though the past lay somewhere beneath its surface. "But the older we got, the less room there was for stories

George scowled, but the heat creeping up his neck betrayed him. "They like the Pygmy Puffs," he muttered. "Maybe they’re just indecisive."

Fred cackled. "Right, beca

Cho or {{user}}? He had spent days trying to sort out his feelings, weighing logic against the unexplainable pull in his chest. Cho made sense she was kind, graceful, famili

Peter swallowed hard. He glanced at the quill in his hand, then back at her. "Uh. You… you dropped this," he muttered, shoving it toward her like it physically pained him. K

But by Salazar, it felt like more. A quiet sigh left him, a battle waging behind his eyes as he let his hand linger before giving a half-hearted tug on their hair, more repr

His smirk faltered for just a fraction of a second, a hesitation so brief it might as well have never existed. That felt... close. Too close. The chase had been thrilling, e

Instead, he crossed the distance, his steps measured, silent against the worn stone. He didn't announce himself, he never did. Just moved, fluid and inevitable, before comin

But Blaise Zabini never balked. Setting his drink aside, he uncrossed his legs and pushed himself smoothly to his feet, moving with that unhurried grace that was so uniquely

Jules ran a hand through his already-messy hair, smearing a faint ink stain across his temple in the process. "Fine. I saw the most enchanting person," he admitted, stretchi

So that’s how she wanted to play it? His fingers tapped against the goblet in front of him, rhythm steady, measured. Roger Davies? The name alone felt like an insult. It was

Malfoy is like my father, Bellamy realized. The same calculated cruelty, but smaller. A boy still learning how to throw his weight around. Someone who has never had to fight

{{user}} slipped away twice now. My love potion attempts are starting to become irritating. The first time, they had simply pushed the pumpkin juice aside, murmuring that th

Sergey did not flinch, though his fingers slowly released their grasp on {{user}}’s robes, his posture shifting as if he had expected this. Predictable. A blunt instrument,

His deep brown eyes flicked over the tables until they landed on {{user}}. If there was anyone in this castle who could provide an answer, it was them. Top marks in Potions.

And now, here they sat together, watching the first task unfold. The Horntail let out a furious screech, its scaled body twisting as it swung its tail like a wrecking ball.

Vladimir prided himself on many things his charm, his wit, his effortless way with people. Never in his life had he encountered a pursuit so... arduous. It shouldn’t be this

“A waste of resources to do otherwise,” he said smoothly. “Hogwarts plays host, but they fail to understand the significance of the connections being made right under their

"Ambrose," Severus corrected sharply, his voice venomous, eyes glittering like polished onyx, "is my son. Not Harry. And perhaps you find his incessant headbutting charming,

The dingy pub his father had slithered into reeked of stale mead and damp wood. A proper hole in the ground exactly where a man who cheated on his wife would go to indulge i

Draco’s breath caught in his throat. His body locked into place. He turned his head slightly, just enough to glance at Potter. Harry had gone rigid, his face a mask of pale

He shoved the door open. And there they were. Teddy Lupin, standing at the center like some kind of child leader, looking altogether too pleased with himself. Around him, Ja

The muffled sound of sobbing came from behind the heavy doors of his wardrobe. What have I done? The thought throbbed in his skull like an infection, spreading doubt through

The ring in his desk drawer burned in his thoughts, a quiet reminder of the future he wanted but did not dare to hope for. A legacy passed through generations, left to him b

Evan didn’t look at him. His attention was solely on her, on the way Sirius’s hand was still there, fingers resting at her waist like he had a right to touch her. He didn’t.

He had known the moment Snivellus, Severus bloody Snape dragged his freshly eighteen-year-old daughter into this miserable house that she was his for the plucking. The thoug

Weak. Pathetic. Useless, he'd say if you asked him about omegas, he’d sneer, spit on the ground, and give a lecture long enough to make even the most patient wolf’s ears ble

And now? Now she had Marcus pressed against the goddamn wall like he was a conquest, leg hitched over his hip like they weren’t in a building full of murderers just waiting

{{user}} had grown. She was not the girl who had once lingered in the shadows of her arrogant older brother. She was a woman now, and Salazar help me, she is stunning. His g

Regulus let out a quiet breath, shifting so his lips hovered just near her temple before he continued, his voice dropping into something quieter, more introspective. "It's a

His fingers curled around the boon like it might disappear if he held it too loosely. “I’m-” The word burned in his throat. “I’m a werewolf.” He looked at her now, the weigh

Subtle, yet effective. Or so he thought. Nothing. Even his more direct approaches carefully calibrated to tug at the heartstrings had been ignored. He had gone so far as to

He let out a sharp breath, a quiet scoff. "Tell me," he said, voice low, edged with that sneer that cut sharper than any hex. "Do you enjoy breaking tradition, or is this yo

She had given it to him. Freely. And it knocked the air from his lungs. He still didn’t understand how he’d ended up here. {{user}}'s boyfriend of all things. Sirius Orion B

And now look at me. Reduced to a man with throw pillows. Two years on, Severus Snape, Potions Master, Death Eater, spy had somehow ended up with two fresh teenage dunderhead

Sirius slowly reached for his glass of Firewhiskey and downed the rest in one go. The liquid burned down his throat, but it did absolutely nothing to clear the sudden white

Across from Hermione, Harry sat propped against the headboard, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. He shot Ron a look one of those you know how she gets looks but Ron

The clock on the wall ticked forward. Midnight. He was finally of age. “Happy birthday to me,” he muttered, voice dry, empty of celebration. He could feel it, the invisible

Before he could think himself out of it, he tied it to the owl’s leg. She hooted softly, tilting her head as if questioning his choice. "I know," he murmured. "I don’t know

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, though it was touched with something deeper, something wistful. “It was as if she had torn down every defense I had with that singl

Severus stood to the side, arms crossed, his dark gaze locked onto McGonagall with an unreadable expression. Weasley. That insufferable, loud-mouthed dunderhead. Of course,

He let the words linger, watching her reaction, watching the way her mind worked. Then, lightly, as if it was an afterthought, he added, “Let me teach you.” It was a lie. It

Then he saw her. He had noticed her before, how could he not? She moved among the Highborn but did not let the game consume her. Her presence was not one of a player, but of

His grip was light as he took the servant’s hand, soft fingers, small but not fragile. Hands that had known toil, had scrubbed floors and poured wine and changed the sheets

His hand shot out, gripping her arm as he pulled her into the alcove, pressing her back against the cold stone wall. He stepped in close, his body pinning hers in place. A s

His eyes locked onto Potter’s, and for a brief moment, the boy glanced at him as though seeking some sort of confirmation. Severus’ scowl deepened. His stomach churned with

This was dangerous. Because she made him want to rip his white cloak off and march back to Casterly Rock, to take what was rightfully his, to shed the oaths that bound him t

It was the kind that made something in his chest go tight. Innocent, untouched by courtly games, she was the sort of woman a man might cross the world for. The sort of woman

His eyes locked onto Potter’s, and for a brief moment, the boy glanced at him as though seeking some sort of confirmation. Severus’ scowl deepened. His stomach churned with

Severus reached for his drink, taking a slow sip before setting it back down, tilting his head slightly as he observed them. "Tell me, Whelp" he mused, a sharp edge of amuse

He glanced at {{user}}, a slow smirk curling at his lips as he leaned back on his hands, stretching his legs out in front of him. "Not bad, yeah? Thought I’d go all out this

So here he was, dragging {{user}} through the bustling streets of Hogsmeade, dodging couples walking arm-in-arm, searching for somewhere, anywhere that wasn’t overflowing wi

And here he was. A blanket, stolen food, and a growing weight of guilt pressing on his ribs. "They won’t mind. They love you. This is enough for them." He told himself that,

Perhaps you have noticed me, perhaps not. I am not one for grand displays, nor do I seek attention like certain other people. But I notice you. More than I should. More than

I catch myself looking for you in the halls, listening for your voice even when I know you’re not around. And Merlin help me, I find myself hoping every single day that you’

And speaking of obsession, do you realize how utterly distracting you are? It’s getting quite inconvenient, honestly. I find myself watching for you, listening for you, wait

I catch myself watching you more often than I should, noticing the way you move, the way you speak, the way you laugh. It’s entirely unfair, really, the way you’ve managed t

It is with great reluctance that I quill this letter, for I am not one to spill sentiments onto parchment like some foolish, lovesick Gryffindor. And yet, here I am, concedi

Grimmauld Place did not breathe in the summer. It held its breath. The walls, covered in dark tapestries and heavier histories, loomed like silent sentinels. The heat made e

James groaned, rubbing a hand over his face before turning back to the window. He wasn’t sure if this had been a brilliant decision or an absolutely foolish one. Either way,

“Go on, then,” Sirius muttered, holding out his letter. His owl stretched lazily, feathers rustling as if she had all the time in the world before finally hopping onto the d

A soft rustling near the wardrobe draws his attention. “Thales,” he calls, voice rough from disuse. The owl ruffles his feathers, blinking at him with the quiet judgment onl

Not for {{user}}. Not for the damned whelp. It was always supposed to be Lily. Only Lily. He dipped his quill into the ink once more, running the feather between his fingers

Andy was nestled in her arms, tiny fingers curled into her mother’s shirt, her breathing slow and steady. And then, with casual ease, she shifted, passing their daughter to

He didn’t mean for it to sound like that, like something raw and personal, but it did. The weight of it sat heavy between them, pressing down on his ribs. Is that what she t

“Look, I’m not saying it’s simple,” Sirius interrupted, unusually serious now, his voice dropping lower. “But we’ve spent years pretending we don’t want things because we th

Abraxas exhaled a slow breath through his nose, controlling his expression with the practiced ease of someone used to playing a long game. “You think admiration is weakness?

Severus’s hand never stilled against her skin, his touch soft, gentle. It had been necessary. {{user}}'s family's desperation had been insufferable, storming the castl

Severus swirled the goblet absently, watching her. "It is a simple request," he murmured, voice almost thoughtful. "A kind word. A touch. A tender kiss. A sign that you unde

The potions project had been the talk of their dinner, at least between the jabs they threw at each other. Bickering was second nature at this point. Never cruel, no,

James nodded, jaw tight. “You barely eat. You barely sleep, don’t think I haven’t noticed you sneaking out of the dormitory, we've been watching the map you're up all

A few students slowed their steps as they passed by, eyes widening at the sight of {{user}} dangling midair, her hair spilling downward, her hands gripping desperately

The thought came suddenly, sharply, but it wasn’t new. It had lingered in the shadows of his mind for years, waiting for moments like these to resurface. Lily Evans, the gir

His jaw locked. No. This cannot happen. I will not allow it. He was supposed to be indifferent. Cold. Untouched by such things. But every time she smiled at him, she cracked

His wife still held Cosette close, whispering soft words into her hair, pressing kisses to her crown. He watched them for a long moment, his grip tightening on the letter. H

“And losing the match,” he groaned. “Hufflepuff. To fucking Hufflepuff. I couldn’t focus, my flying was off, and then their Beater, their one

A slow, sharp smile, his fingers flexing again. "You’ll be my wife," he murmured, hazel eyes burning. "Harry’s mum. You’ll wake up in this bed every morning, you’ll sit besi

“I used to think love was weakness,” he murmured, the words barely carrying over the rustling leaves. “That it made you vulnerable.” His throat bobbed with a swallow.

His head dipped slightly, his breath warm against her cheek. The torches flickered in the corridor, casting jagged shadows along the walls. A muscle in his jaw ticked

“I should warn you, love,” he drawled, the familiar smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, “I have a terrible habit of getting attached to beautiful things I can’t keep.”

Merlin’s bloody beard, what am I doing? He should leave. Now. Before this got any worse. Before he crossed a line he couldn’t uncross. But then her lips quirked into a smirk

The silence was immediate. Her head snapped up, eyes locking onto his, and Sirius felt the world tilt. Because she... No. No, this was impossible. She looks exactly like- No

It wasn’t enough that he was asking him to infiltrate Greyback’s pack, to throw himself into the midst of monsters who would rip him apart for even speaking against Voldemor

She deserves better than this. Better than a flat with a draft that makes the winters unbearable. Better than counting out Knuts and Sickles like they were something preciou

Remus was shaking. He could feel it now just under his skin, just beneath his bones the way the full moon was approaching, the way his anger was coiling around his ribs, pre

Remus exhaled, slow and steady. He could feel the weight of the cigarette pack in his pocket, the weight of Dumbledore’s words in his mind, the weight of the entire bloody w

Dumbledore's voice, gentle yet calculating, echoed in his head. If you were to go, Remus, if you were to infiltrate the packs, to gather intelligence, well, I could ensure {

He had tried to push this moment off. Had tried to tell himself it didn’t matter, that he didn’t need to do this. He could keep pretending. Keep flirting, keep laughing, kee

They tell stories about humans. Whispers from the old ones, tales half-believed, half-dismissed. Beings who walked the world before Majiri, before even the Galdur. Nothing b

They tell stories about humans. Whispers from the old ones, tales half-believed, half-dismissed. Beings who walked the world before Majiri, before even the Galdur. Nothing b

A sharp pang shot through his chest. Merlin’s beard, Harry adores her. He absolutely adores her. The thought should have been a relief. It is a relief, James corrected himse

It was not a conscious kidnapping, of course. They did not realize the weight of the name "Snape," what it meant to him, what it should mean to them. Students respected, or

Severus had long since accepted that his wife was incapable of half-measures. Whether it was her students, their daughter, or him, she gave all of herself. And therein lay t

Dumbledore continued, his voice steady, but the weight of his words struck like blows. “It was not a random attack. This was punishment. A retaliation for her father’s

But Remus wasn’t listening anymore. Because her eyes met his. And the world stopped. The fire crackled. The wind howled outside. Somewhere, Peter was snickering at Sir

Why does it feel different with her here? He flicked his gaze back toward her, an odd weight settling in his chest. For all the heaviness that followed hi

Viktor couldn’t help it. Every time he saw him, his heart skipped a beat, as if caught off guard by his presence, even though he’d been watching him for weeks. What is

Sobbing. She was sobbing so hard her entire body convulsed with the effort. Remus’s heart clenched at the sound, raw and ragged, as though it were being ripped from he

“Oh, here we go.” Sirius rolled his eyes dramatically and leaned closer to {{user}}. “He’s going to make us listen to some tragic bloke crooning about heartbreak while

Sirius walked ahead of his partners, his leather jacket flaring a bit behind him with every exaggerated step. He turned suddenly, walking backward as he spread his arm

Why am I doing this? he wondered bitterly, fingers combing through the muddied curls of the whelp- his whelp {{user}} bent over the sink. The scent of lavender shampoo hung

No. His chest tightened, the weight of the realization crashing down on him. Fated mate. The words thundered through his mind, each one striking like a blow. He hadn’t thoug

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He glanced up, the outline of the Main Lodge visible through the trees in the distance. “You better be worth the trouble,” he muttered, though there was no real malice in hi

The truth was, he was regretting every word he’d said to his parents a week ago. He’d been honest with them, he wasn’t looking for a mate. The idea of opening himself up aga

His eyes moving to the next paragraph, he continued, “‘Her knees trembled as his large hands gripped her waist, pulling her against him. The sparks that ignited betwee

His voice edged toward frustration now, concern flickering in his gray eyes. “I mean, really? After all that talk about our ‘health’ and how we’re going to live long e

No. {{user}} saw him for who he was, and she stayed. She didn’t ask him to change. She didn’t demand he become a version of himself that made her more comfortable. And that

Charlie Weasley wasn’t sure what he expected when Sirius announced he had a daughter. Maybe someone loud, brash, and unapologetically intense after all, she was a Black. But

"‘His hands trailed lower, brushing against the softness of her thighs, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered promises of unspeakable pleasure. Her heart raced as h

"'Her breath hitched as his hands trailed lower, their bodies-'""SIRIUS!" Remus cut him off, his voice a rare combination of panic and exasperation.But Sirius was unde

She squirmed against his side, clearly mortified, but James was too caught up now. He cleared his throat with exaggerated importance and began to read aloud, his voice dripp

The wolf stirred again, not with its usual restless ferocity but with something quieter, gentler. It wanted her close, wanted her laughter and her scent and the way he

His breath caught, and for a moment, his mind went blank. Then, like the rush of water breaking a dam, the memories poured back in, faster and louder. Every touch, every smi

And of course, {{user}} had begged him. She’d begged him to come with her. The memory of her pleading voice, the way her eyes lit up with excitement when she’d explain

James Potter sank into the couch, his fingers curled tightly around the warm mug in his hands. The soft cushions seemed to pull him in, but comfort was the last thing he fel

“If you wanted something interesting, you could’ve just asked. I’m far more entertaining than Lorna Boberts could ever hope to be.”𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝔼𝕣

His eyes landed on a particular passage, and his brows arched as he read it silently. The corners of his mouth quirked again, this time in something resembling a malicious s

Remus paused, his heart hammering in his chest as the words spilled from his mouth. He glanced at her briefly, enough to catch the widening of her eyes, the flush spre

He cleared his throat dramatically and began to read aloud. “‘Her breath hitched as his hands slid down her waist, his touch igniting a fire that spread through her li

Her reaction made his chest tighten, but James ignored it, flipping through until his eyes landed on a passage that practically jumped off the page. He cleared his throat lo

Tom’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as he took a step toward her. “If you think you can meddle in my plans, you are sorely mistaken,” he said, his voice cold and c

“The others here,” he said, his tone dripping with disdain as he gestured vaguely to the crowd, “most of the girls would rather wait for some knight to ride in and sav

The moment lingered, and then it happened. Potter’s hand, subtle and quick, slipped beneath the table and brushed hers. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. The brief contact

Neville flushed, tearing his gaze away as Ginny continued to mutter, something about Fleur and Viktor being too dramatic for their own good. But the words barely regis

He moved her hands slowly up the stem, his voice quieter now, almost reverent. “The stem bends. That’s how it survives strong winds it doesn’t try to fight them. It ju

Neville woke suddenly, his chest rising and falling in short, panicked bursts. Sweat clung to his forehead as his wide eyes darted around the room. Bellat

Once inside, he shoved her away not hard enough to hurt, but with enough force to make a statement. The crumpled parchment hit her chest, and he followed it with a low

He slid onto the seat beside her without invitation, his movements fluid and unhurried. For a moment, he said nothing, allowing her to register his presence. His gaze

"Morning strolls in the dungeon?" he quipped, his voice light, masking the storm inside. “Or are you trying to get me killed for walking too fast?” They gave him a loo

Corvinus tilted his head, his voice dropping to a cold, silky murmur. "Do you have any idea where you’ve wandered, little one? You’ve stumbled into our world now. Ther

Todorov’s boots thudded heavily against the stone floor as he carried her away, his jaw set, his icy blue eyes burning with singular focus. He paid no attention to the

Weak. Pathetic. Useless. The words churned in his mind, not for the boy but for her. She stood there, allowing herself to be bullied by this simpering, pa

Look at her, my Little Bird, Maximus mused, the corner of his mouth curling into a faint smirk. Flighty and defiant once, but now she dances

When he finally spoke, his voice was low and gravelly, carrying a weight of authority that demanded attention. “You think I’m a monster.” His words were clipped, each

“You think she’s even listening to us?” he asked Remus, tilting his head dramatically toward her as if she were a particularly curious specimen of magical beast. “Or a

"Sirius," Remus interrupted gently, but firmly, leaning forward again. "I’m not asking for that. I’ve never asked for any of this. And neither has she." He gestured to

Severus Snape sat beside her, shoulders tense and movements precise, his dark eyes scanning the contents of their shared cauldron with practiced expertise. His mind wasn’t f

Her silhouette darted into the dark shadows of the forest, and Severus’s irritation flared. Reckless idiot. Wandering into the Forbidden Forest like it’s some bloody garden.

But the moment the first tendrils of the potion’s vapor wafted his way, his stomach twisted. It wasn’t Lily. It wasn’t the faint, floral scent of her hair or the sweetness o

Why? Why did she keep coming back? Why did she care? Does she know what she is doing to me? He couldn’t stop the wave of emotions crashing over him, could

Ominis tightened his grip on the pestle, his mind racing. Looking at me? Smiling at me? Surely not. His inner voice was harsh, laced with dis

As they approached the doorway leading out to the ceremony, Ominis stopped, his free hand brushing against the rough stone wall. He exhaled slowly. “Sebastian.”“Yeah?”

She’s the only thing in my life that doesn’t remind me of who I am or who I’m supposed to be. With her, I’m not a Gaunt. I’m just… Ominis. “Shall we go?”

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice as calm as he could make it despite the chaos still swirling around them. “Hey, it’s alright now. He’s gone. You’re safe.” He slipped one ar

Trailing behind the rest of the family was a fourth figure she's bloody beautiful. Her movements were quiet, almost hesitant, and she didn’t

He felt her shift slightly, her head tucking against his shoulder, and he tightened his hold on her. “I swear, if I didn’t bloody love you so much, I’d hex you myself.” His

“Blimey,” he managed, his voice a touch higher than usual. He cleared his throat. “If I’d known we were gonna crash like this, I’d have worn padding. Or at least brought you

He tilted his head slightly, his grin widening. “Honestly, {{user}}, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were working for Filch. You’ve got me dropping things, running ou

“Draco Lucius Malfoy,” the officiant’s voice cut through the haze, drawing him back to the moment. “You have chosen to speak your own vows.”Draco swallowed hard, the l

Liar. Draco leaned in slightly, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Let me make something abundantly clear, Hope. That woman you’re so brazenly ogling? She’

The realization hit him like a lightning bolt. She’s pregnant. His heart skipped a beat. That’s it. That has to be it. She’s pre

“I chased you, you know,” he said, his voice softer now, tinged with something raw. He stopped pacing and turned to look at her, his sharp features illuminated by the

She’s always been like this. Always careful, always calculating every Knut she spends as if she’s afraid the manor itself will crumble beneath her if she uses somethin

Bellatrix had been vicious, unrelenting, and Draco had done nothing but watch. He hadn’t been able to move, to speak, to breathe. He had been frozen by fear and coward

“He stopped abruptly, mid-sentence, his grin turning triumphant. “She’s dodging us again,” he said, his voice full of mock exasperation.

Remus, who

James leaned back on his elbows, his unruly black hair catching the sunlight. “Yeah, we were starting to wonder if you’d been using some kind of Disillusionment Charm

Viktor’s sharp eyes didn’t miss a thing. The way the boy’s hand clenched her wrist too tightly, possessively. The harsh whisper of accusations, the boy spitting someth

He ran a hand over his face, exhaling slowly. “Why do you do this?” he muttered, almost to himself. “Why put yourself in danger? Do you even know what could have happe

She hasn’t even noticed me, he thought, half-relieved, half-disappointed. That was part of what made her different. She wasn’t like the others who whisper

Desperate to fill the silence, he took another step forward. “You… you are the most important person to me,” he said, his voice firm despite the tremor of vulnerabilit

Charlie winced at the childhood nickname but couldn’t back down now, not with Ron looking at him like that all challenging. He let out a slow breath, adjusting his suit jack

The glass in his hand froze mid-air as his breath caught. His lips parted slightly, and for a moment, everything else in the room seemed to blur. His focus tunneled in on he

How did it come to this? How could I have allowed this to happen? He was known for his control, his meticulous planning, his foresight. Lucius Malfoy did not make mistakes.

Finally, he broke the silence again, his voice softer this time, laced with a vulnerability that was almost unrecognizable. "I didn’t mean for this to happen," he admitted,

What nonsense has enchanted her now? Aquariums? Of all the ridiculous ideas… He studied her as she spoke, her voice lilting with excitement as she described colorful fish an

Lucius Malfoy stood stiffly at the edge of the muggle roller rink, his usual air of superiority wrapped tightly around him like a protective cloak. The neon lights cast hars

"Father," Draco greeted, his voice smooth but carrying an edge. He stopped just short of the table, his hands slipping into the pockets of his tailored robes. "I didn’t expe

“Hand me the key to your vault,” he said at last, his voice cold and final, each word laced with unspoken consequences. “This is not a request.” His pale gray eyes bore into

“You represent me,” he continued, his tone softening but still laced with the imperious edge that came so naturally to him. “Your presence should reflect the status and soph

But it wasn’t love. It couldn’t be. Love was for fools and dreamers. Lucius Malfoy did not fall in love. What he felt for her was something else entirely a need so primal it

It’s her fault, really, he thought, trying to justify his emotions. She should never have been so captivating, so defiant. If she had been more ordinary, less… magnetic, I w

Reaching out, he picked up the key, holding it between his long, pale fingers. He stepped closer, his towering form casting a shadow over them as he gently placed the key on

Over the past several days, she had been a fleeting shadow in the woods, a figure that danced between the trees with an air of ethereal wonder. Charlie had caught glim

She is everything, Viktor admitted to himself for the thousandth time. The thought filled him with a warmth that settled deep in his chest, even as it bro

The sun cast its golden glow over the gardens of Casterly Rock, illuminating the Dornish silks that clung to her like a second skin. Jaime stood at the window, his arms cros

Abraxas ignored him, leaning down to whisper into {{user}}’s ear. His breath brushed against her skin, his voice low and smooth. "Don’t entertain the likes of him Litt

Without breaking eye contact, he took her hand in his, lifting it to his lips. The kiss he placed on the back of her hand was deliberate, his lips brushing her skin wi

After James and Lily’s deaths, she had written to him, letter after letter. He had kept them all, every single one, but he had never replied. What could I have said? That I’

“Brilliant,” Sirius said, already pulling out his wand. “What’re you thinking? Jelly-Legs? Tongue-Tying Curse?”“No, no,” James said, wagging a finger. “Subtlety is the

The music slowed, or maybe it didn’t; none of them could tell anymore. The Hall itself seemed to pause, like the scene was something staged for their eyes alone. She s

Remus knelt slightly, bringing himself closer to her eye level, his expression gentle. “If something’s going on, you don’t have to go through it alone, alright? We’re

“You think that’s funny?” Sirius snarled, his face inches from James’. His grip on James’ collar was iron-tight, his knuckles white. “You think it’s a bloody

Her brows raised slightly, and she tilted her head in mild curiosity. Viktor folded his arms over his chest, his broad shoulders squaring as he continued. “You used to

"But he’s still my friend," he said, the words catching in his throat. "And I want to believe-I have to believe...that he can be more than wh

{{user}} was kneeling on the floor, her arms wrapped around a sobbing first-year. The child’s cries echoed softly in the silence, trembling and raw. Neville stopped in

He leaned down, pressing his lips to her temple, lingering for just a moment before pulling back. Sirius Black doesn’t do this. Doesn’t care like this. Do

His hazel eyes drifted down to {{user}}, who was snuggled so naturally against him, like she was made to fit there. But {{user}}? He felt his chest tighten, an ache blooming

She was pressed against his side, warm and soft, as though she belonged there, like she had always belonged there. Her head rested against his chest, and every now and then,

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And I was running far awayWould I run off the world someday?Nobody knows, nobody knowsAnd I was danci

"You are insufferable," he muttered, his voice quieter now, almost trembling with the weight of his emotions. "Do you have any idea… any idea how reckless you are? That it w

Lily would hate her, the thought settled into his chest like a lead weight. Hate her fire, her refusal to yield. Yes, she would burn the world for me and for our children, b

His gaze flickered over her, his deep brown eyes narrowing. He tilted his head slightly, his sharp cheekbones casting shadows over his pale, sallow skin, his hooked nose len

He looked at her, his gaze lingering on the faint rise and fall of her chest. "If you ever decide to come back to me, I’ll be here. Every Friday, every day if that’s what it

This woman, his only love, who had given him grace beyond measure, lay on the cold ground as if she’d risen from her grave, dirt under her fingernails, the pristine white go

I pushed you away, he thought, a pang of regret stabbing at him. Every step of the way, I kept you at arm’s length to protect you, yet here you are. He thought of the Astron

Draco leaned in, close enough that his lips nearly brushed her ear. His breath was warm, his words quiet, a confession masked as a tease. “Go on, chase after him if you dare

"Tonight is the last night," he murmured, his voice low and carrying the faintest tremor, almost as though he were confessing something unspoken. "If… if we don’t consummate

He barely registered his own feet moving as he walked to the office door. She was close enough to reach out and touch, close enough that he could see her familiar profile, e

As he stepped closer, he noticed something moving at her feet. Rats, filthy creatures, scurried around her, gnawing at her exposed skin, the flesh already bruised and raw. {

Before Lucius could answer, Narcissa sighed, setting her teacup down with a faint clink of china. "She’s not an escort in the way you mean, Severus," she explained in her so

Draco stiffened, his heart clenching at the sound of her name. Astoria… The guilt twisted in his chest, but it was dulled somehow, overpowered by the woman standing before h

“She said I was brave.” Scorpius’s words carried a touch of pride, his chin lifting slightly. “And that you would come for me.”

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Then he heard it again. The scream, more desperate, and the unmistakable sound of fear in her struggle. "Goddammit," he muttered, grinding to a halt. Walk away. You can walk

But he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t stop staring at her, watching the way her eyes scanned the pages of the comic she’d picked up. She wasn’t rushing through it, she w

Her glare was a mix of rage and cold calculation, and Marcus felt the tension crackling in the air like static. She wasn’t afraid, no, fear wasn’t even in her playbook. What

No, she’s not reckless. She’s fucking breaking, and none of you assholes see it. Or maybe you just don’t care. Shit, why do I care? Don’t get involved, Marcus. Don’t do it.

"Wake up, you foolish girl," he muttered, tipping the liquid into her mouth. He massaged her throat carefully, feeling her swallow the antidote in her unconscious state. It

She tightened her arms around {{user}}, holding them a little longer, as if she could hold off that inevitable future with this one simple act of comfort. Eventually, she gu

As he bent down to refill them, he caught a flash of movement from the corner of his eye. The cat’s paw swiped out, claws extended, aiming for his wrist. Draco jerked back j

He felt her body relax into his, and for a moment, everything felt right. The world outside, the judgment, the expectations it all disappeared. It was just them. If only it

He watched her as she swallowed hard, her breathing shallow, her hands trembling slightly in her lap. She still didn't understand, not fully. But she would. Soon enough, she

"Oi!" Sirius stepped forward, grabbing at the clothes she was folding. Say something, damn it. Don’t just shut me out. "You think you can just leave? Take her with you?" His

“You think I want to be here? Watching over a boy who resembles everything I’ve lost?” His dark eyes, usually so guarded, flashed with an intensity that betrayed his tightly

Even as the words left his lips, he knew she was right. Lily. I asked Dumbledore for Lily. Not James. Not Potter’s child. I didn’t even think to ask for my own family’s safe

"A substitute for Lily..." She had said it so easily, as if it were some obvious truth. The accusation sliced through him, burrowing deep in his chest, and in that moment, h

Four months ago, he had made the decision to intervene. Perhaps, in doing so, he had crossed a line, but he could no longer stomach being a mere observer. He remembered the

He withdrew his hand, glancing down at her pitiful form. For a brief moment, he considered waking her, dragging her out of bed, and forcing her to see Madam Pomfrey. That wo

“Here,” he said softly, holding the piece of chocolate up to her lips. “Open up. You know what they say, chocolate makes everything better.” Works for me after every full mo

“Merlin, look at you,” he teased, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm. She hates being babied. Just makes this all the more fun. “All cut

The sounds of the Cokeworth Carnival were grating to Severus Snape’s ears. The harsh, tinny music blaring from spinning rides, the shrill screams of children running about,

Two weeks. It had been two relentless weeks since he'd been able to leave the castle, two weeks since he'd last seen his wife and their daughter. Two bloody weeks of dealing

After a few more houses, a sudden shift in the atmosphere made his blood run cold. Wizards and witches hurried past, whispers of “Potter” and “Dark Mark” reaching his ears.

"Now, now," she purred, sauntering into the living room. Her eyes, cold and predatory, landed on Cosette, who had abandoned her potion-making and stood, wide-eyed, clutching

{{user}} turned to him, her smile warm and welcoming, her voice already carrying the tune of "Happy Birthday." Severus froze for a moment, the sound of his daughter and wife

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Draco pulled back, just slightly, enough to look at her. Her eyes were wide, pupils dark, breath coming fast. His own pulse pounded in his ears. What’s happening to me? His

Ignoring me? She must be joking. The irritation that had been bubbling inside him flared into something sharper. His jaw clenched as he pushed himself off the doorframe, mov

Draco stiffened, the coffee cup nearly slipping from his hand. He could feel the blood boiling beneath his skin, his jaw tightening instinctively. Her. {{User}}. There was s

There she was again, {{user}}. Fresh from Hogwarts and filled with that irritating optimism that clung to her like a second skin. Doesn't she realize what’s out there? he th

“Valentine’s,” he muttered under his breath, scoffing at the thought as he passed by a wizard florist arranging enchanted roses in her display. Was he supposed to bring her

He lingered for a moment, then turned back toward the living room. {{user}} hadn’t moved, still curled up on the floor, exhaustion written across her face even in sleep. Sir

I don’t need this right now. James would understand he always does. Why can’t she? His voice had that familiar edge, the one that always crept in when he felt cornered. He c

Sirius watched her for a moment, leaning against the doorframe, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. Still wearing that robe. She's probably been running on fumes since I left

The club was suffocating, a mix of pounding music, flashing lights, and the stench of sweat mingling with the bitter tang of alcohol and smoke. Draco Malfoy hated everything

Draco Malfoy skated awkwardly, wobbling on what could only be described as the most ridiculous contraption he’d ever been forced into. Muggle roller skates. His scowl deepen

Draco took a final drag, the smoke filling his lungs like poison. He’s right, of course. I can’t go to her. What am I even thinking? I’m a fool. A Malfoy. I can’t have somet