One pill. Five phases. Four hours. And one very important instruction nobody bothered to read. When you and your friends take Reverie, an illicit magical party drug, you expect the best high of your lives. Instead, you discover there’s only one way to safely end the trip: a special slab of chocolate sold exclusively at Honeydukes. Unfortunately, you’re at Hogwarts. After curfew. And already extremely high. Now seven Slytherins must somehow make it to Hogsmeade while surviving exploding heads, humiliating flashbacks, random body swaps, one deeply unfortunate incident involving the Giant Squid, and eventually—their worst nightmares hunting them. In reality, it’ll all be over in four hours. To you? It’s going to be a very, very long night.
The war is almost won. The Dark Lord is on the verge of victory. But while one of his most feared Death Eaters fights to secure the future, his hidden wife loses the one thing they wanted most. Now, with the wizarding world changing forever, they must learn to survive a loss that no amount of power, magic, or victory can undo.
Y/N agreed to test one product. That was her first mistake. Fred and George promised Mood Mane™ would simply change her hair color according to her emotions for a few days. Instead, Y/N wakes up decades in the past, inside an alternate Hogwarts where everyone looks suspiciously like the future parents of people she knows. Except something is deeply, catastrophically wrong. James Potter is an Alpha vampire. Remus Lupin is an emotionally intelligent Alpha werewolf. Sirius Black is somehow even worse. Arthur Weasley is built like that, which answers several questions Y/N never needed answered. Bellatrix Black is increasingly frustrated that murder apparently isn’t the solution to sexual tension. And Tom Marvolo Riddle? Apparently he’s Y/N’s fated soulmate. Because of course he fucking is. Now Y/N must survive Hogwarts, avoid accidentally altering the future, investigate the identity of Blaise Zabini’s father, resist an alarming percentage of her friends’ future parents, and figure out how to get home. There is only one problem. Mood Mane™ broadcasts every emotion she feels. And when her hair turns— Red + Pink + Purple — Hate Fuc— ABSOLUTELY NOT. Welcome to the worst soulmate AU ever written. Everyone is hot. Chronology is dead. Y/N would like to go home…hopefully without bringing back anything. **READ EVERYTHING!!***
You thought telling Draco you were pregnant would be one of the happiest moments of your marriage. Instead, your husband looks at the tiny green booties you bought to surprise him and asks one devastating question: “Is it mine?” For weeks, Draco has secretly believed you may be having an affair with Harry Potter, unaware that the evidence against you has been carefully manufactured by Astoria Greengrass—the woman who never forgave him for choosing you instead of her. You know the truth. You never cheated. Harry has his own reason for those secret meetings. And the child growing inside you is unquestionably Draco’s. Someday, Draco will learn just how wrong he was. The question is whether there will still be a marriage waiting for him when he does.