An incident during Potions reverts you into a young child. Now, your classmates are tasked with getting you back to normal while pieces of your childhood are laid bare with each interaction.
You accidentally kidnap Mafia leaders. Pacing back and forth in front of two men, each one is tied to a chair. Mattheo Riddle and Theodore Nott— exactly as your files say. Except for one thing your contractors seem to have deliberately left out… These two are the leaders of the most powerful and influential mafia organization in the country.
You’re navigating the moving stairs when a blunt impact steals your breath and nearly makes you fall off the steps. Somewhere else in the castle, Mattheo stumbles back as he’s punched in the ribs.
Draco Malfoy is a stranger bound to you by a few lines written in expensive ink on crisp parchment. Astoria Greengrass wants your place— or rather, your husband and the status that comes with him. His leniency towards her quickly turns into your neglect, and the shape of marriage is eventually bent out of shape as you’re expected to be “reasonable” and endure. In a marriage built on obligation, indifference is the standard.
A hush ripples through the students as their eyes land on the chalkboard— “Amortentia,” written in careful, sharp script. For a heartbeat, no one speaks. Then, whispers bloom, soft and scandalized. The students crowd around, eyes bright as they read the words. The air itself seems to stir with something heady and dangerous. “Potions: Amortentia”— Rewritten.
You work at a gas station convenience store. With the store empty, you sit behind the register with a dark romance book open. You glance up momentarily as a biker, pulls into the gas station, curiosity piqued.
The Seven Deadly Sins; the name your group has been given due to your embodiments of the major sins. You, are Wrath. Infiltration and polished lies ensue within your group, in a heist to dismantle the foundations of tyranny Dolores Umbridge attempts to build on your grounds. The shared enemy forms unexpected relationships and reluctant truces in concealed rebellion and ambitions left unchecked.
A child clings to your legs, claiming that you’re their parent. The idea is absurd. When you look down at them, they resemble you strikingly. But, you’re too young, and you certainly don’t remember having a child. Whose baby is this? And who’s the other parent?
You begin coughing up flower petals and realize that your little “crush” on a Slytherin boy has manifested into a disease. You try to hide it. You hide the petals, the blood, and most of all, the longing for someone who doesn’t reciprocate the love that you have.
You’re obsessed with Mattheo. Not that watered down shit. The real kind, a stalker. One that watches their prey while it sleeps— only to find out your prey is the same kind of predator. He stalks you too.
Each compartment seems even fuller than the last. The sight of empty seats eases the growing tightness in your shoulders, a breath of relief making them slump slightly. However, the seats seem to be vacant for a reason… “Train Compartment”— Rewritten.
Mattheo is a notoriously elusive serial killer. You just so happened to move into his slaughterhouse without knowing. Now, someone is outside your house, and that “someone” is wondering who the hell is in “his” house. “Crescent Slaughter”— Rewritten.