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Miss Potter or Snape?

Everyone knows Harry Potter. Apparently, nobody knew he had a twin sister. After spending your first four years at another magical school, you transfer to Hogwarts for fifth year—and manage to cause chaos before you’ve even sat down. “Miss Potter.” That gets everyone’s attention. “SLYTHERIN!” That makes everything worse. Now you’re a Potter wearing green, surrounded by eleven Slytherins Harry, Ron and Hermione aren’t exactly thrilled about. Draco has opinions. Ron has louder ones. Half of Hogwarts is gossiping, and several Slytherins are becoming far more interested in the new Potter than Harry would appreciate. Then there’s Professor Snape. Your Head of House watches you a little too closely. You share habits neither of you notices at first. Potions comes strangely naturally. Sometimes an expression crosses your face that looks suspiciously familiar. Because Hogwarts has one tiny detail wrong. Harry Potter isn’t your twin. He’s your half-brother. Lily Potter is your mother. And Severus Snape? Well. Apparently nobody bothered telling him he has a daughter either.

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Riddles, They Came Back.

The three Riddles disappeared one day before fifth year ended. No goodbye. No explanation. Tom, Mattheo, and you simply packed your things and vanished. At first, nobody worried. You were Riddles. Strange behavior came with the surname. Then nobody answered their letters. Not Theodore. Not Bastian. Not Eveline. Not Cassie, Liora, or Malucius. Three months passed without a word. Then September came—and all three of you returned. Alive. Together. Almost normal. Almost. Your friends don’t know where you spent the summer. They don’t know why the three of you are quieter, why you barely leave each other’s sides anymore, or why sometimes a single look between the three of you seems to say everything. They certainly don’t know what’s underneath your sleeves. Because Lord Voldemort finally decided he wanted his children. And the three Riddles came home carrying his mark.

Muggle Summer |Slytherins

Sixteen spoiled pure-bloods said Muggle life looked easy. Then they accidentally set an estate on fire. Now they’re in Los Angeles with no wands, no house-elves, no parents and absolutely no idea how a washing machine works. Their parents call it character development. The Sixteen call it cruel and unusual punishment. It’s been twelve hours.

Same Side, Still Here

The war ended in April. At least, that’s what everyone believes. The Sixteen return to Hogwarts for eighth year carrying sixteen hidden Dark Marks, sixteen families with too much to lose, and one very alive Dark Lord nobody is supposed to know survived. Then the Ministry arrives. They want answers about April. Then May. Then June. Then July. And July is where the problems begin. Because the Sixteen didn’t just survive the war. They chose a side. And they’re still on it.

Locked Down

THE YEAR HOGWARTS LOCKED DOWN Sixth Year They came back to Hogwarts expecting the usual. Classes. Quidditch. Parties. Hogsmeade. Detentions. Drinking. Hookups. Arguments that would be forgotten by breakfast. And another year of making every professor at Hogwarts question why sixteen Slytherins were allowed to spend this much time together. There were sixteen of them. Liora Montenegro. Malucius Montenegro. Blaise Zabini. Mattheo Riddle. Tom Riddle. Draco Malfoy. Regulus Black. Marius Black. Lorenzo Berkshire. Archibald Berkshire. Constance Berkshire. Draven Lestrange. Drusilla Lestrange. Pansy Parkinson. Theodore Nott. And you. And entirely too much money, influence, arrogance, intelligence, and questionable decision-making concentrated into one friend group.There are siblings, twins, childhood best friends, exes, almost-exes, crushes nobody admits to having, people who’ve kissed and agreed never to discuss it again, and friendships so close that personal boundaries stopped existing years ago. And then there was you, Malucius, Tom, and Draven. The four of you were dating. Not almost. Not complicated. Together.

Whose kid is that?

You and your thirteen friends have done plenty of stupid things at Hogwarts. Sneaking out after curfew? Normal. Detentions? Frequent. Making decisions questionable enough that Lord Voldemort could potentially become your new best friend? Unfortunately, also normal. Finding a random eight-year-old in a dark corridor at 12:17 a.m.? While being high and drunk Now that one? That one’s new. His name is Sebastian Yaxley. He doesn’t know how he got into Hogwarts, where his family is, or why the last thing he remembers is waking up alone in the castle. Obviously, the professors should handle this. They’re adults. They’re responsible. They’re actually qualified to look after a child. There’s just one tiny problem. Sebastian doesn’t give a shit. From the moment you fourteen find him, he decides you’re his people. He follows you, listens to you, steals your phones, waits outside your classes, joins your terrible ideas, and repeatedly escapes perfectly competent adult supervision to return to fourteen sixteen-year-olds who can barely take care of themselves. Headmaster Snape is thrilled. Especially when Sebastian refuses to listen to him but listens to his daughter without hesitation. And while everyone tries to figure out where Sebastian came from, something stranger goes completely unnoticed. The expressions. The habits. The mannerisms. The personality. Little pieces of all fourteen of you showing up in a child who shouldn’t know any of you well enough to have learned them. But that’s probably nothing. Right?

One heartbeat

Fourteen vampires. One human. One Headmaster who desperately wishes his child would find less concerning friends. Seventh year should be simple—classes, parties, bad decisions, Mattheo and Thaddeus dragging you somewhere forbidden, and Malucius and Theodore being suspiciously interested in your heartbeat. Then something moves into the Forbidden Forest. The werewolves start running toward Hogwarts. And when vampires are running from something too, being the only heartbeat in the room suddenly isn’t very fucking funny.

THE WINTER ESTATE

Christmas break was supposed to be relaxing. Instead, sixteen Slytherins chose an abandoned Berkshire estate, discovered it was actually haunted, and somehow decided the reasonable response was to throw a party. Nearly a hundred guests, several terrible decisions, one blackout, and twelve minutes later— someone is dead. Now everyone is snowed in, there’s a murderer somewhere in the estate, a ghost is wandering the halls, and Thaddeus still hasn’t been trusted near the chandelier. The good news? The sixteen know none of them did it. The bad news? The ghost didn’t either. Apparently, Christmas is going beautifully.

The One They Kept

Their gold. You knock. You come in. You’re still there. You’re sorted. Still there. Then? Trust finds its footing. Fifteen turns into sixteen slowly. Loyalties Settle in. Friendships form. Then some? It becomes different. To more than just three people more than that more interest into something that is not just friendship. Bonds take shape. Walls come down. Possessiveness creeps in.

11:59:59

You disappeared from Hogwarts at thirteen. Two years later, Euphemia Vale saved you and thirteen others by trapping October 29th, 1940 in a time loop. Now you’re fifteen. You’ve been fifteen for a very fucking long time. Same manor. Same date. Same irritating people. Every night, Euphemia counts fourteen heads and resets the clock. It works perfectly. Until one October 29th doesn’t. And when the woman who has spent years making sure everybody comes home is taken— the fourteen have to leave home to bring her back. Inspired by (Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children) Movie.

SIXTEEN ARE OWED

A black marble board appears at Hogwarts and announces the return of the Black Procession. Selected students must walk alone to the Great Hall at midnight carrying a black candle. The first is found dead beside a message: FIFTEEN ARE STILL OWED. More names follow. Some students die. Others disappear or return without their memories. Then Draco is selected. All fifteen accompany him. He survives. When the board chooses you three times, they do the same. You survive every procession while others continue dying. Before long, Hogwarts no longer believes the sixteen are escaping the Black Procession. They believe you are responsible for it.

Lost In Translation

Sixteen Slytherins. One year abroad. Far too many languages between them. Unfortunately, none of them are Portuguese. Sixth year was supposed to mean returning to Hogwarts. Instead, you and your fifteen closest friends are sent to a Brazilian wizarding school where nobody knows your reputations, the rules are completely different, and half the time you don’t know what anyone is saying. New school. New friends. New rivals. Same sixteen. And eventually, you’re going to understand all that gossip.

So Move.

Your parents leave Spain for three weeks and make one questionable decision before going: Leaving sixteen teenagers in charge of their criminal organization. It should be temporary. Instead, money starts disappearing, adults start getting brave, rivals start testing boundaries, and somebody apparently decides threatening you is a fantastic career choice. Your parents keep asking if they need to come home. Absolutely not. Everything is under control. Probably.

SIXTEEN OF US

Sixth year was supposed to be easy. Classes. Quidditch. Parties. Relationships. Detentions. Sixteen childhood friends with too much money, questionable judgment, and a reputation that usually keeps everyone else at a comfortable distance. Then a student disappears. Then another. Then Hogwarts finds a body. Suddenly, the castle is full of missing students, frightened professors, suspicious alibis and people who know considerably more than they’re saying. The sixteen probably should stay out of it. They don’t. And when one of their own is taken, whoever started this learns something Hogwarts already knew: There are sixteen of them for a reason.

Great. We’re Collecting Strays.

Sixteen Slytherins. Sixteen families tied together long before any of them stepped foot inside Hogwarts. And for six years, nothing has come between them. Y/N has always been the center of it all—the voice of reason, the one patching everyone up after fights, talking professors down from murder, and making damn sure none of her fifteen idiots ever has to stand alone. They aren’t just her friends. They’re her family. Then Isadora and Luther transfer to Hogwarts. At first, they’re harmless. A few conversations. Inside jokes. Invitations. Nothing worth worrying about. Until sixteen seats at the end of the Slytherin table become five. Until lifelong friends start arguing. Until plans stop including everyone. Until the group that nobody could separate suddenly splits into three. Everyone else thinks Y/N simply doesn’t like the newcomers. Y/N knows better. Something about them has felt wrong from the beginning, and when anonymous letters begin confirming her suspicions, she discovers their arrival at Hogwarts might not have been a coincidence at all. Isadora and Luther didn’t come to join her family. They came to dismantle it. Unfortunately for them, they chose the one thing Y/N has spent her entire life refusing to lose. Her people. And she intends to get every single one of them back.

Darling of the Damned

GryffindorSweetheart • DarkObsession• PsychologicalRomance • ForbiddenRomance• ChildhoodConnections • ProtectiveFriends• LoveAndObsession • DarkSecrets • DeathEaters• DarkHumor • FriendshipDrama • SarcasticNarrator• SchoolLife• You’re Hogwarts’ beloved Gryffindor sweetheart. Brilliant, compassionate, ridiculously kind, and somehow adored by everyone—including the ghosts, portraits, and even Severus bloody Snape. Unfortunately, ten morally questionable Slytherins have been obsessed with you since childhood. They knew you before Harry Potter and his friends ever did. Before house rivalries complicated everything. Before your mischievous fascination with forbidden magic gave way to an almost infuriating amount of kindness. Now your protective Gryffindor friends are determined to keep you away from them, while the Slytherins are growing increasingly tired of watching everyone else monopolize your attention. And beneath their jealousy, possessiveness, and dangerously devoted affection lies one rather inconvenient secret. Ten concealed Dark Marks. Ten boys who have absolutely no intention of letting their feelings disappear. And one Gryffindor who has no fucking idea what she’s gotten herself into.

Ski Trip From Hell

Sixteen Slytherins. Sixteen families. One ridiculously expensive ski resort. Winter break was supposed to mean skiing, drinking, partying and avoiding your parents. Then someone gets murdered. Then someone else gets murdered. Luckily, the Ministry is here. So obviously, that’s their fucking problem. At least it is until the Sixteen go skiing one afternoon— and only fifteen come back down.

Dead Summer

You and your fifteen closest friends were supposed to spend the summer before fifth year doing what you do best—drinking, partying, spending too much money and avoiding your families in Romania. Then you wake up on July 20th covered in blood, missing pieces of the previous night and, rather inconveniently, sixteen heartbeats. As in, all of them. Someone turned all sixteen of you into vampires. Now you have a little over a month before Hogwarts to learn how to feed without killing anyone, control abilities none of you asked for, and figure out who decided sixteen heavily connected Slytherins needed fangs. Preferably before your parents find out. Which might have been possible. Then Mattheo throws Thaddeus through a wall. So much for keeping it quiet.

Don’t look through the lenses.

Fourteen Slytherins. Thirteen old families. One childhood rule nobody actually believed. If you see a white mask, leave. Then something wearing one appears outside the Forbidden Forest. It doesn’t attack. It doesn’t follow. It simply looks past thirteen people— and stares directly at you. Which is unfortunate. Mostly for you. For Franny, Goddess of Drama, watching from above? This is the best fucking thing that’s happened all year.

Late Arrivals

You transfer to Hogwarts in sixth year expecting classes, questionable parties, and maybe a tolerable roommate. Instead, you acquire fifteen Slytherins. They think you’re strangely calm. You think they ask too many questions. Then Draco stops you from taking a duel too far, Theodore researches your family, and everyone discovers that “Burke” comes with several murders, an alarming number of Azkaban sentences, and a family Voldemort has been unsuccessfully trying to recruit for years. Oh. And Professor Snape has some deeply suspicious history with your mother. Lovely. You weren’t looking for friends. They weren’t looking for a sixteenth. Unfortunately, you get attached.

The Forgotten Hours

Sixteen wealthy Slytherins. Sixteen Death Eater families. One missing stretch of time none of you can remember. When thirty-two students are found dead after crossing your group, it looks like a coincidence. Then eleven more accusers die. The problem is simple: none of you remember killing anyone. As Hogwarts grows suspicious and forgotten memories begin bleeding back, the sixteen slowly realize the thing hunting their enemies may not be someone else at all.

SixTeen Eventually

You transferred to Hogwarts expecting a school. Instead, you found fifteen Slytherins who knew each other just well enough to be a problem. There were siblings. Childhood friendships. Rivalries. Old family connections. People who tolerated each other, people who genuinely liked each other, and several who could barely survive one conversation without threatening bodily harm. They weren’t a group. Then you arrived. It starts small. A saved library seat. A stolen piece of food. A shared table in Hogsmeade. Quidditch bets that become unnecessarily personal. Detentions nobody remembers earning. Friendships crossing until nobody can remember who invited whom anymore. And somewhere between fourth-year classes, parties, arguments, late nights, ridiculous bets, and feelings nobody intended to develop, fifteen separate lives become sixteen. Unfortunately for Hogwarts, they like each other.

Weasley By Extension.

You were a Weasley by circumstance. Fred and George became Slytherins by accident. Six years later, nobody is entirely sure how that resulted in three teenagers moving into your dead parents’ estate, fifteen overprotective friends, several questionable family traditions, blood magic, and a Christmas argument nobody wants to discuss. The good news? You finally get to go home. The bad news? Apparently the people who killed your parents noticed.