"You've fallen in love with a girl you've never met?" "Yes, but we play chess!" 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐄𝐫𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗 ©
Despite how the legends seemed to paint Morgana Le Fay to be cruel and heartless, she truly did care for her devotes and followers. So much so that she had created a guild just for them. The Sisterhood was known for its secrecy, power and for being an only-female guild. With time, the requirements and selection proces...
It's the steady drip of ink on the yellowed parchments of the small, black book. A canvas, she thinks. A place to gather thoughts. A caress of a page, the smoothing of the cover, the touch of quill to paper, and words form. Hello, I'm Hermione Granger. And she waits, for what? She doesn't know. But steadily her own...
𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊, born to Lyra Potter and Regulus Black, is Harry's older cousin, 1/3 of the Prankers Trio and niece to mass murderer Sirius Black. Life at Hogwarts was fun, relaxing and normal. That's until her younger cousin shows up and strange things happen. A Professor with two faces? Check. A...
𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀, ❝𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲; 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘁.❞ ❝𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲.❞ 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗴𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗹𝘆...
DISCONTINUED. Violet is the Girl-Who-Lived and the twin of Harry Potter. During her sixth year at Hogwarts, a handsome, mysterious new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is hired, but there's something strange about him. Watch out, Professor Voldemort will give you detention! [Also published on Quotev]
Nobody was necessarily destined for evil. In young Albus Dumbledore's eyes, evil was but a label for a past of mistreatment and a future of poor decisions. But when he set his gaze on Tom Marvolo Riddle, he could've sworn something sinister lurked behind his ice blue eyes. It shifted into a darkness he had never...
Harry Potter was not normal. Pretty, sweet, polite, and kind maybe... but never normal. Oh, she knew this all too well- had ever since she was set down carefully in the wooden cradle as the elder Potters were distracted, the other small crying baby she was meant to look like being carried off by a man with pointed ear...
Lord Voldemort stared at the cradle where there was not one, but two children where he had only been expecting one. He leaned forward, eyes narrowed. "Which one of you... is my supposed death?" Or Albus Dumbledore's warnings came to fruition. (Originally posted on AO3, but I thought I'd start posting it here too!)