Y/n, short and sweet, was Hogwarts’ ‘goody two shoes’. She never swore, hardly raised her voice, and has never ever skipped a class. Other kids at Hogwarts took advantage of this, of course, because she made it easy. She didn’t like confrontation, so she just took hits without a word most of the time. However, when a group of fellow Slytherins decided to play a horrible prank on her during the summer by writing a fake letter from her crush, something snapped.
Y/n — Severus Snape’s only daughter — has lived with her mother, Marcia, her whole life. She’d visit her father, sure, but it wasn’t often. After being expelled from her own school, Y/n’s mother decides that Hogwarts might be a better fit for her and sends Y/n to live with her father so she could attend. It’s during this time that Y/n meets a group of equally troublesome students in Slytherin, and they connect instantly — creating unbreakable bonds and close friendships.
Tom and Y/n’s ’no strings attached’ relationship suddenly becomes ‘all strings attached’ when one of them (Tom) does the one thing neither of them were supposed to do—catch feelings.
The Wizarding pure-blood society approaches the most important time of the year—networking, strategic partnerships, and matchmaking. Pure-blood families mingle, conversing about the prospect of marriage for their children, and network about business and/or society plans. Tom Riddle, however, was indifferent. Sure, he’d attend these balls and parties, but it was always strategic. A charming smile here, an engaging conversation there. He was a master at winning people over.
At Hogwarts, Tom gets a girlfriend — a nice girl from Hufflepuff — and brings her to one of Slytherin’s house parties to meet his friends. A couple months go by, and his girlfriend — Sophie — wants to get more serious. However, after Tom and his best friend Y/n accidentally lock themselves in the prefect’s bath for the night, he realizes the person he truly has feelings for has been right in front of him the whole time.
It’s all good times, drama, and jokes with a group of seventh year Slytherins at Hogwarts. Everyone’s busy planning Yule Ball outfits and dates, some more ambitious students are entering their names in the Goblet of Fire, hoping to be chosen. Quidditch players are taking their practices more seriously for the most important upcoming match of the semester.
It’s the most important time of year for Hogwarts Students. Summer break. Fortunately for this group of friends, they all live relatively close, so that means an entire three months of hanging out, doing dumb shit, and not having any responsibilities.
The wild, chaotic, and cold Slytherins never cared about much, they were selfish, cruel, and entirely incapable of any warm feeling. Or so they thought. Because the second they met Y/n everything changed, their worlds shifted, and suddenly they had focal point and that was her —Y/n.
Plot: During Tom Riddle’s strive for power and rising influence, he finds a job at Borgin and Burkes, a shop in which he uses to gain access to powerful, dark objects and historical artifacts. A wrench is thrown in his plans, however, when a young woman, Y/n, visits the shop. A young woman who couldn’t be more different than him. Kind, compassionate, a gentle beauty. He’s suddenly greeted by new found feelings he doesn’t want, and against his will, those feelings only grow. Will he ignore those feelings and return to his dark ambitions or will he surrender to love?
Plot: Y/n and Mattheo, who are from two different worlds, unexpectedly get thrown together for a school assignment. Cold glares, heated arguments and harsh words slowly change to something different. Something more. But the two face internal and external conflicts working to tear them apart.
Life for The Marauders was normal, er… well, what they considered normal, at least. Between James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter, their days were consisted of chaos, trouble, quidditch, and downright stupidity. James was dating golden girl, Lily, Sirius was dating a kind Ravenclaw, Peter had his sweet Hufflepuff, But Remus? Well, Remus found himself suddenly wanting a taste of the dark side. And by dark side, I mean Y/n.
Y/n becomes the Slytherin Quidditch team’s healer. Which means she’s always there at practices, always there at games. Thomas loves the attention. Mattheo teases them relentlessly. But then a Durmstrang Seeker transfers in and joins the team and he openly flirts with Y/n. Thomas becomes increasingly possessive. Cue locker-room fights, jealous practices, dramatic post-game kisses.
Plot: It’s the summer of 96’ and the infamous band of Slytherins prepare for the upcoming school year that’s fast approaching in just a week. Tom falls in love with Y/n.
Slytherin party, late at night and music blasting. Everyone’s either smoking or drinking. Draco and Astoria are dating, Daphne and Blaise are dating, and Pansy and Lorenzo are dating.
The Slytherins find themselves locked in detention for the night after a fight within the friend group broke out and caused the Room of Requirement to be destroyed in the fall out. During detention tensions are high, and everyone is pointing fingers, but being locked in together forces the group to bond, and reconcile.
After Voldemort’s death, Hogwarts reopens for students to finish their final year. Among them is Tom Riddle, Voldemort’s eldest son, feared by all and under Auror observation, expected to inherit darkness. But Tom refuses to follow in his father’s footsteps.
{Y/n}, who had moved to Paris for work, returns home for the holidays to see her family. She returns to her childhood home, only to find out her parents have invited her ex-husband.
Life at Hogwarts, for The Marauders at least, was never dull. Trouble, mischief, and laughter followed these close friends no matter where they went. Every day, it seemed, felt like a comedy show just for them, and they often found themselves in ridiculous or stupid situations.
The year was 1516. Tom Riddle had been coaxed into attending a ball (much to his dismay). He had never been one for idle gossip or small talk. He preferred to be left alone, where he could study, work, think. So while all the other excited and gleeful guests danced their hearts away, he stood, leaning against the wall at the edge of the ballroom, detached and bored. That’s when he seen her — Y/n — The most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes upon. She gracefully accepted the hand of a gentleman, a blinding smile on her face. Tom’s heart skipped once, twice, and for the first time in his entire life he was speechless, in awe of this woman across the ballroom. His hands twitched, as if wanting to reach out, to go to her. But he didn’t. He watched her. Not with the same fascination he would his research, but with the intensity of a man already devoted. His eyes never missed a detail. The way her smile brightened the room, the way she brushed her hands on the skirt of her ballgown after every dance, the way her eyes traveled around the room, as if looking for something more, as if longing for it. Before he could register what he was doing he was in the middle of the dance floor, amidst the couples. He stepped in front of her just as the song hits its peak, blending in with the other couples switching partners and his heart stopped. It didn’t skip. It stopped. She was magnificent. Extraordinary. Breathtaking. He gave up trying to find a word to describe her because none were good enough. Not for her. He offered a respectful bow, to which she returned with the most graceful curtsy he’d ever seen, and then he offered his hand. The second their palms touched he felt it. The certainty. The planets shifting in the galaxy to align with them. She held his gaze, the look in her own captivating blue eyes matching his. Fate? Connection? And so they danced, but every look felt charged, every touch, every breath they shared when he pulled her close. He caught his own lips twitching as a rare, small, private smile graced hers. Extraordinary, he thought. She is who men write sonnets about, she is who inspires artists and painters, she is who muses poets. The rest of the dance passes with stolen glances and private smiles before they part, his touch lingering in her palm before pulling away.
Tom Riddle, notorious dark wizard, has never felt love. Born an orphan, Tom grew up with no friends, no family, no one who loved him. This caused him to grow up cold, distant, cruel.
