Your brother Draco Malfoy and his infamous Hogwarts friends arrive at Beauxbatons for their exchange term, and your perfectly curated world of intellect and control begins to unravel.
You’ve been inseparable from Theodore Nott and Mattheo Riddle for as long as you can remember—the kind of bond forged in childhood that even Hogwarts couldn’t shake. But as you step into your sixth year, something has shifted. Your magic—already sharp, already dangerous—has evolved into something undeniable. Whispers ripple through the castle: you’re not just gifted, you’re the most powerful witch in the school.
Theo Nott’s little sister has always been off-limits—until sixth year, when a confident seventh-year Slytherin sets his sights on her and forces Mattheo Riddle to confront the feelings he’s been denying for years. Caught between a boy who wants her openly and one who’s loved her silently, she becomes the center of a choice that could shatter friendships and change everything.
After a Quidditch accident sends you plummeting from the sky, your five closest friends—Draco, Theo, Mattheo, Blaise, and Lorenzo—become impossibly protective. To you, it’s just your boys being worried. To everyone else, it’s obvious: they’re all in love with you, and none of them are willing to break the only rule they ever made—don’t ever hurt her.
A runaway Draco Malfoy hides in your New York penthouse to escape dangerous enemies from the U.K., only to uncover the truth about your abusive ex and realize he’s willing to burn the world down to protect you.
It’s your sixth year at Hogwarts, and everything feels normal—until it isn’t. You’ve grown up beside Mattheo Riddle and your closest friends Theo, Draco, Blaise, and Pansy. The world makes sense, predictable in its chaos—until Tom Riddle, Mattheo’s older brother, starts looking at you differently.
After a prank that floods the Great Hall, the Slytherins are forced to perform Romeo and Juliet as punishment—what begins as chaotic rebellion slowly turns into unexpected friendship, laughter, and a quietly unfolding romance between you and Draco.
You married Theodore Nott in 1999, in the fragile calm just after the war. The arrangement was forged to secure the Nott name after the disgrace of his father and to strengthen the Starfyres’ position as neutral arbiters—heirs of two of the oldest pure-blood legacies bound together by politics, survival, and necessity. What was meant as strategy became permanence, and now, a few years later in the early 2000s, you share both a manor and a life neither of you fully chose.
It was the late 1930s, deep beneath Hogwarts, when the Knights of Walpurgis gathered in a forgotten cavern swallowed by time. The air was thick with candle smoke and whispered ambition. Rosier arrived last, cradling a dust-coated grimoire bound in serpentskin — a relic said to contain rituals older than the castle itself.
You’re Draco Malfoy’s younger sister. You’ve spent the last few years under the refined tutelage of the academy, only to be summoned back to Britain for your sixth year when the schools launched an exchange program — and father made certain your name was on the list.
When Hogwarts’ most notorious Slytherins transfer to Beauxbatons for a term, Rosalie Malfoy — once Draco’s quiet little sister, now the Academy’s reigning prodigy — finds her carefully curated world colliding with the past she outgrew. What begins as an academic exchange soon turns into a study of friendship, rivalry, and the delicate art of falling in love beneath marble ceilings and moonlit courtyards.
Late one summer night at Malfoy Manor, long after the dull civility of the post-NEWT season had driven them into restless curiosity, the Slytherin princes—Draco, Mattheo, Theo, and Blaise—found themselves in the manor’s forgotten library. Among dust-choked tomes and forbidden relics, they uncovered an ancient grimoire, bound in dragonhide so aged it seemed older than language itself. The writing inside was inked in a script none of them could decipher, symbols that shifted under candlelight as though alive.
At Hogwarts, Tom Riddle didn’t need to raise his wand to make people afraid. A single glance was enough. Conversations fell silent when he entered the corridor. Students parted instinctively, as though he carried an invisible crown—and perhaps he did. He was power incarnate.
After the war, when Hogwarts was no longer a battlefield but a scarred monument, you and Theodore Nott finally let yourselves fall into what had always been simmering between you. Love, fierce and fragile. In the quiet of those rebuilding years, you found him again—not as the quiet shadow at Draco’s side, but as the man who had survived everything and still chose you.
It’s your first time traveling to Japan—invited to the International Hunters’ Gala, a rare gathering meant to foster cooperation between the world’s strongest hunters. For once, the halls aren’t filled with rivalry, but with uneasy respect. Guild leaders, S-Ranks, even national-level hunters stand shoulder to shoulder beneath chandeliers carved from mana crystals, exchanging quiet words about dungeons, awakenings, and the things they still don’t understand.
The summer after NEWTS pansy invites the gang to the Parkinson lake house for a week-long vacation. You would usually room with Pansy but since she is now dating Blaise, everyone thought it would be funny to make you and draco share a room (you and draco don’t know until the arrival)
In 1998, Draco Malfoy, Theo Nott, Blaise Zabini, and Mattheo Riddle accidentally cast a time ritual that hurls them into 2041—straight into the middle of a thundering Slytherin party pulsing with unfamiliar magic and music. Forced to adopt new identities on the spot, they try to blend into a world they no longer recognize. At the center of it all stand Phoenix Malfoy, Salem Nott, and Killian Zabini—the glittering heirs of their legacies, unaware they’ve just met their ancestors.
You’re Nanami Momozono’s younger sister — or at least, you were, before the system tore you apart. After your father abandoned you both, she vanished into thin air and you were left behind — a ward of the state, shuffled from home to home, always wondering what became of her.
It’s your fifth year at Hogwarts — and your friend group is as inseparable as ever. You’ve all grown up together, side by side since before you could even hold a wand, and the closeness never faded. What outsiders don’t understand is that touch has always been your group’s language — heads in laps during study sessions, fingers absently tracing patterns on arms, an arm draped lazily around a waist, or someone playing with someone else’s hair mid-conversation. It’s effortless, instinctive… second nature.
You’re the heiress to the most powerful magical family in Europe, raised under constant watch. Leonardo Bellandi has been your shadow since childhood, bound to you as bodyguard and confidant. Now, with school behind you and the two of you living together in the estate, everything shifts. Years of tension unravel into something undeniable — a forbidden love neither of you can resist. But every glance, every stolen touch risks exposure. Your father’s watchful eye, your sister’s suspicions, and the ever-present staff of the estate mean that being caught could ruin you both. Still, the closer you try to guard your feelings, the more impossible it becomes to keep away.
You, Killian, Blair, Draco, Blaise, Logan, Theodore, Mattheo, Lorenzo and Pansy have been inseparable for as long as anyone can remember — a Slytherin inner circle of loyalty, legacy, chaos, and far too many unspoken things. And Elsie, who’s not quiet in the circle but sticks to you all like mold.
A new project is being implemented for the seventh years at Hogwarts. The Baby Project. With the project being announced and the partners being announced at the end of the week, Y/N is dreading who she might have to coparent a baby with. They will brew the potion, add a bit of both of their hair, and voila! A baby that disappears at the end of the semester.
You’re Draco’s younger sister, though you advanced into his year—something that always makes people forget who’s older between you. You’re quieter than he is, more reserved, content to observe rather than command attention. Still, you’ve grown close with his friends over the years; they’ve accepted you as one of their own, though your presence brings a quieter balance to their chaos.