you’re dating Draco Malfoy—lucky you. The problem is, half school population apparently thinks they stand a chance with you. So, now they’re all slipping love potions into anything you touch, hoping you’ll ditch Draco and fall head over heels for them. Honestly, it’s almost flattering—if it wasn’t completely ridiculous.
You’ve walked these halls for centuries, each era a new face, a new name, but the same eternal game. You start as that frail, unassuming boy—a new generation’s target, letting yourself become the bullied outcast. The professors—some old enough to suspect the truth—exchange knowing glances, because they’ve seen it all before. They know what you are—an ageless creature, a vampire who’s mastered the art of blending in, waiting for your metamorphosis. You let the early years break you down—scrawny, quiet, insignificant—because you know what’s coming. By seventh year, the shift is intoxicating. Suddenly, you stand at the center—elegant, powerful, commanding a gravity that draws every eye. And every time you do it, it’s a rush—a surge of admiration that makes centuries feel like a heartbeat. Eighth, ninth, tenth year—every time you ascend, the castle forgets what you were, and you revel in that adoration like it’s life itself. Yet beneath the charm, the centuries whisper—this isn’t just a school
You arrive at Hogwarts as a seventh-year no one recognises, carrying a face that feels familiar and a voice no one expects to hear. At first, the songs everyone knows remain disconnected from you—until you speak, and the resemblance becomes impossible to ignore
Draco Malfoy accidentally sends a private rant about his partner to the wrong person. Unfortunately for him, that person is you. The messages are brutally honest, filled with insults about your personality, appearance, and the unsettling way you carry yourself through Hogwarts. Instead of confronting him, you quietly cut him out of your life entirely. By the time Draco realises what he’s done, every way of reaching you has already been blocked, leaving him to deal with the consequences of words
After breaking up with Harry Potter to escape his shadow, you expect freedom — not a flood of attention from the entire castle. As rumors spread and everyone starts making their move, one person watches more carefully than the rest, waiting for the moment you’re no longer untouchable.
At Hogwarts, you ignore years of teasing from Draco Malfoy—until you notice he only loses his mind when other students bully you. Turns out your so-called enemy isn’t territorial… he’s just been disastrously flirting this whole time.
You transfer in and accidentally trigger everyones’s messiest crush yet—flowers, gifts, flirting, zero shame—while everyone else nods solemnly and says, ‘Yes. This makes sense.’
When your blindfold is torn away in the Slytherin common room, the truth behind your family’s curse becomes impossible to deny. Anyone who meets your eyes falls into dangerous obsession, turning the room into chaos within seconds. Only Ominis Gaunt — blind and unaffected — understands what’s happening, and for the first time realizes the rumors about you were never rumors at all.
On an ordinary late-night walk down Main Street, you notice an alley you do not remember seeing before and, out of curiosity, step inside. At the far end, a brick wall gives way beneath your hand, a hidden street that should not exist, lit in soft gold and full of quiet, unsettling life. The ordinary world waits just behind you, but something about the air feels older, stranger, and far too familiar, as though it has been expecting you. The only question is whether you’ll step through, or turn back before it’s too late.
Daphne Greengrass posts a harmless story. A Durmstrang girl glances at the camera. Draco Malfoy and Regulus Black react like something long buried has just resurfaced. She isn’t from Hogwarts. She isn’t meant to be here. But the longer they look, the more certain they become that the real danger isn’t who she is — it’s what they don’t know about her.
(Not my art) Harry Potter’s first year begins the same way it always does — a train ride, new faces, the promise of friendship — until a single choice quietly alters the direction of everything. One offered hand, one moment of hesitation, and the lines between loyalty and ambition begin to blur. In a house built on strategy rather than spectacle, alliances form differently, trust is earned differently, and power moves in silence.
You carry a curse, if you are to fall in love with someone, they will be intertwined. When one dies, the other follows. Because of this curse you are known as the coldest in hogwarts, only surrounded by a few friends.What will happen when regulus slithers his way into your life and you start to feel something you thought you’d never be able to experience: love?
Live through my Umbrella Academy DR: a Marigold-altered model with Atomic Morphing, rising fame, open romance, and Five Hargreeves watching from the edges because he remembers a future no one else does. (Read more about it) (basically Adam Eve’s power from invincible)