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Lydia Weasley has spent fifteen years living in the shadow of her brothers. Being Ron’s twin means constant comparisons, endless teasing, and a shared reputation she can never quite escape. Between Fred and George’s mischief and Ron’s loyalty to Harry Potter, Lydia often feels like the quiet link holding her loud, chaotic family together.

A Weasley and a Malfoy?

You’re Ginny Weasley’s twin, which already makes life loud and chaotic enough with six older brothers constantly meddling. But while Ginny has her heart set on adventures of her own, you’re more focused on carving out your own identity at Hogwarts—something that’s easier said than done when Fred and George delight in teasing you, Ron keeps trying to play protective, and even Percy insists on giving lectures you didn’t ask for.

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Seventh year at Hogwarts was supposed to be simple. For Amara Greystone, it meant finishing her NEWTs, keeping her head down, and finally earning a quiet sort of peace after six years of constant chaos. But when Professor Vector pairs her with Theodore Nott for an independent Arithmancy project, her plans for calm begin to unravel.

The things we don’t say

Cassia Nott has always been known as Theo’s little sister—clever, composed, and just quiet enough to go unnoticed. She doesn’t usually mind it. Theo’s been her anchor for as long as she can remember—brilliant, protective, and, if she’s honest, almost unfairly handsome for a brother.

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Evelyn Avery never meant to end up working at the same firm as Draco Malfoy. The wizarding world is small, yes—but not that small. Still, fate (or bad luck) has a cruel sense of humor.

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Freshly certified as a Healer, Evelyn Hart is determined to prove herself in St. Mungo’s Spell Damage ward — the most prestigious and demanding department in the hospital. Her new superior is none other than Draco Malfoy, the brilliant and exacting Head Healer whose reputation is as immaculate as his white robes.

What we left behind

Amara Rowle and Theo Nott had spent their last year at Hogwarts wrapped in a secret love that felt too fragile to show the world. They promised each other a future—at least that’s what Amara believed. But barely weeks after graduation, everything shattered. Theo left England for work in Italy without a goodbye, without an explanation, and without ever knowing the truth: Amara was pregnant.

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As Head Healer of St. Mungo’s, Isobel Thorne has seen every kind of darkness — the kind that lives in bodies, the kind that hides in hearts. But nothing prepares her for the night Draco Malfoy is brought into her ward, half-conscious, cursed, and refusing to say who did it.

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Five years after the war, Mara Quinn has rebuilt her life out of fragments. Once a brilliant Ravenclaw with a laugh that carried through the castle corridors, she’s now the head healer of St. Mungo’s Maternity Ward—competent, composed, and quietly lonely.

Prove. Them. Right. || M.R.

It’s right before the war. You and mattheo are bonnie and Clyde. Together since third year. The couple you wouldn’t Like to have a Problem with. That couple everyone know would be the first ones to be a death eater since Voldemorts Return.

„I’ll kill him.“ || M.R.

You’re usually a loud, laughing, confident girl who’s having something like a relationship. Something before it. Acting like a couple but not yet official.

You should run. || M.R.

You’re walking down the stairs from the girls dormitories. You’re furious. Mad. Angry. Pissed. You just got an phone call from your mother. Your boyfriend Mattheo riddle should’ve talked to your mother because of the summer plans. And Theo your and mattheos best friend should’ve talked to your brothers. They didn’t. Neither of them. And why? Because they rather got high than talking about summer.

What the…is that smell? || M.R.

During lunch break, you and your friends — Pansy, Daphne, Astoria, and Aurelia — decide to do something stupid just for the fun of it. You pour Amortentia into a spray bottle and start misting it around the common room, not to cause chaos or make anyone fall in love, but simply to see how people react to the scent.

That’s not possible || M.R.

You were in a relationship with Mattheo for two years now. Everything was fine. Until the war. The battle of Hogwarts. The night you saw how your love of the life dies. Or doesn’t die. But you don’t know that. You’re left behind for three years thinking you lost the boy you loved more than yourself. The only thing that held you back from not letting yourself down was Theo. Your best friend and Mattheo’s best friend. Both of you grief. And for three years everyday you think you wake up and it was just a nightmare. Just a fucking scary nightmare. But it wasn’t. Until the day it was.