Eighth year at Hogwarts: where the war is over, classes are optional, and accidental snogging in broom closets is becoming a serious epidemic. With shared dorms, awkward crushes, and a suspicious amount of inter-House bonding, it turns out peace might be even messier than war
She should be dead. Instead, she’s fourteen again, back at Hogwarts with memories of a war the world hasn’t fought—and a boy who will one day betray her.
[marauders era but post-war] You andLily were best friends since first grade. Later the Marauders joined in and all 6 of them became very close. especially in their last year. after Lily and James death, Sirius being put in Azkaban, Remus isolating himself due to the grief, and you being full of grief, everything changed. but you slowly got back into life. the war was won after all and you know lily wouldn’t want you to lose yourself. you’re a bit mad at yourself that you weren’t able to be the one to raise her child after her passing.
I’m Draco Malfoy’s twin — raised in the shadow of our family’s name during the time of the Golden Trio. But when I accidentally activate Hermione Granger’s Time-Turner, I’m hurled decades into the past — straight into the Marauders’ era, where the Malfoy name means something very different… and my very existence could rewrite history.
The Winter Charity Gala has always been a stage of polished smiles and suffocating expectation—another night of pretending to be someone acceptable in a world that will never feel like yours. You attend out of obligation, drifting through chandeliers and champagne, until your gaze meets William James Moriarty’s.
She’s Lily Evans’ best friend—fiery, clever, and the kind of Gryffindor who can light up any room she walks into. She’s always around the Marauders, laughing at Sirius’s reckless schemes, rolling her eyes at James’s theatrics, or quietly steadying Remus when the world gets too heavy. She belongs there, amidst the chaos and camaraderie… or so everyone thinks.
She was raised to despise everything Harry Potter stood for — recklessness, defiance, and a bloodline her family would never deem worthy. At Hogwarts, their paths should never cross beyond sharp remarks in passing.
After a heated argument in the common hall, Harry makes a bet with a classmate (you): if Gryffindor beats their house at the next Quidditch match, they owe him a Butterbeer. If Gryffindor loses—he owes them a date.
She noticed him before she meant to — Harry Potter, of all people, watching her from across the courtyard. Bold move, considering who her brother was. So she decided to have a little fun with it: a smirk here, a teasing remark there, just enough to get under his skin. It was supposed to be a game, something to pass the time, nothing more. But the longer it went on, the harder it became to pretend she didn’t care. There was something in the way he looked at her — not with fear or judgment, but curiosity, maybe even understanding. And that was the most dangerous part of all. Because somewhere between the banter and the stolen glances, she stopped trying to win… and started falling for him instead.
She is everything Tom Riddle can’t stand — kind, warm, genuinely liked. She shines in rooms without trying. She makes people feel safe. And worst of all? She sees through him.
Between missions, injuries, and the quiet exhaustion that comes with surviving the jujutsu world, she and Nanami find comfort in the smallest moments — shared coffee, unspoken words, and the rare peace of simply coming home alive.
he’s a pureblood slytherin. she’s a pureblood gryffindor. aside from blood status they have nothing in common. gryffindors and slytherins don’t like each other. yet, in a side room away from the party, they are currently drunkenly kissing and they don’t seem to stop, and their kisses just get more heated.
She and Draco Malfoy have been circling each other for years — rivals in status, in cunning, in who could command Slytherin’s attention. Every conversation is a duel, every glance a dare. They clash in the common room, in prefect patrols, in whispered arguments behind closed doors.
At Hogwarts, she is everything a pure-blood heiress should be: immaculate, composed, and untouchably brilliant. Housemates admire her, rivals resent her, and professors never manage to catch her doing anything technically against the rules. She perfects the art of making a cutting remark without raising her voice, drifting through the castle like a dark star with gravity all her own.
She was Lily Evans’ best friend, Severus Snape’s first love, and a survivor of the war that took them both. Years later, she returns to Hogwarts as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, only to find herself face-to-face with Severus once more. Old wounds never healed, grief lingers like a shadow, and neither of them are the people they used to be. But in a castle haunted by memories, can they learn to forgive—or will the past destroy them all over again?