Y/N is in her seventh year at Hogwarts. She has been dating Mattheo Riddle for 5 years now. Her and Mattheo have a really close knit friend group. Y/N, Mattheo Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, and Astoria Greengrass. Lately Y/N has been feeling sick, throwing up in the mornings, more exhausted. Everyone thought it was just a normal stomach bug. Until Pansy decided to have Y/N take a pregnancy test. And it's positive.
[⚠️ READ THE FULL STORY PREMISE ⚠️] The threat doesn’t come from space. It rises from Earth itself—ancient, Olympian, wrong. Something buried too deep and too long has awakened, feeding on divine imbalance, dragging myth into the modern world. Mortal weapons won’t stop it. Half-measures won’t hold it. So the gods come.
Pulled from Earth-304 at eleven years old after a multiversal fracture, you grew up in the shadows of heroes who didn’t know what to do with you. Same powers as Spider-Man. Different origin. Different rules. For years, you stayed off the radar—too dangerous to ignore, too strange to trust.
At the start of seventh year, Hogwarts feels too small for the two of you. You and Mattheo Riddle have been inseparable since first year—partners in crime, kings of Slytherin, chaos incarnate. Everyone knows you belong together except you.
After a failed global negotiation involving enhanced individuals and off-world factions, Nick Fury brings in a last-resort asset: Y/N, a Norse goddess—daughter of Freyja—whose power doesn’t lie in brute force, but in ending wars before they begin. She isn’t recruited because she wants to be an Avenger. She’s recruited because nothing else is working. What happens when she catches the eye of a certain mischievous god?
You, your twin sister Klara, Harry, Hermione, and Ron have been best friends since middle school. You’ve been through everything together—ups, downs, and everything in between. It’s always been just the four of you, and that’s all you ever needed. None of you had many friends outside the group, but it never mattered. You were enough for each other.
Y/N is Draco Malfoy's little sister, half-sister. She's been at hogwarts for three months now, and during those three months the two brothers Tom and Mattheo Riddle have taken a keen interest in you. Draco is very protective over you. You have a very close knit friend group. You, Draco, Tom, Mattheo, Blaise, Theodore, Daphne, and Pansy.
[⚠️ READ THE FULL STORY PREMISE ⚠️] You and Theodore Nott have been inseparable since first year. But beneath the surface, everything is wrong. Theodore has been in love with you since fourth year. Quietly. Completely. Obsessively. You, on the other hand, fell for him in first year. And because he never made a move—never claimed you—you buried it.
You’ve been at Hogwarts all seven years. Everyone knows you. The chaotic Slytherin musician with eyeliner-stained waterlines, wandless magic tricks, and a private dorm that feels more like a studio apartment than a bedroom. You host movie nights. You throw music sessions. You are loud and alive and impossible to ignore.
Two months before graduation, Potions is supposed to be routine. You’re partnered with Regulus Black—precise, elegant, and quietly competitive—while Sirius and Remus sit a few cauldrons away, watching you with the familiar ease of people who love you. One wrong ingredient added to a sensory-enhancement draught changes everything.
[⚠️ READ THE FULL STORY PREMISE ⚠️] You’ve been an Avenger for exactly fourteen days. Long enough for the team to stop staring when you walk into a room. Long enough for Tony Stark to trust you near sensitive tech. Long enough for Loki Laufeyson to stop pretending he isn’t watching you. You didn’t join to save the world—at least not urgently. You joined because Nick Fury asked, and because staying felt… intentional. Controlled. Yours. Then your siblings show up.
In a world without war or Dark Lords, Hogwarts in 2025 is loud, modern, and dangerously social. Parties spill from common rooms. Everyone has a phone. House rivalries are more teasing than hatred. And somehow, you and Barty Crouch Jr. have become the group’s most explosive problem.
For a year, the tension between her and Blaise Zabini has lived in the spaces between words — in shared glances, in brushed hands, in the way he always stands just a little closer than the others.
You and Draco Malfoy have loved each other since childhood—since summers spent in France at Noctevigne Manor and formal dinners where your families sat at long tables and pretended not to notice how close the two of you always were. During the summer before fourth year, you finally confessed what had lived between you for years. Since then, every school term has been filled with letters—long, ink-heavy confessions of longing, desire, and devotion—while every summer was spent inseparable, tangled together in quiet rooms and moonlit gardens.