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.
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 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.
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.