The Challengers (Lorcan Scamander/Roxanne Weasley)
[AU] Dois jovens marcados pela rivalidade histórica entre suas famílias, Lorcan Scamander e Roxanne Weasley, se encontram em um jogo psicológico de provocações após uma partida decisiva de tênis. Lorcan, um jogador talentoso, e Roxanne, confiante e desafiadora, tentam esconder suas emoções, mas a tensão crescente entre eles revela que algo mais está se formando. À medida que o campeonato se aproxima, ambos precisam confrontar não apenas a rivalidade entre suas famílias, mas também os sentimentos que começam a despertar um no outro. Em um jogo onde a linha entre ódio e atração é tênue, até onde irão para desafiar não apenas um ao outro, mas a si mesmos?
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Depois de uns goles de vinho, Lorcan Scamander planejava ter uma noite quente com sua esposa Roxanne, até o álcool decidir tomar as rédeas da situação.
Em uma tarde de inverno, cada palavra de James Sirius Potter sobre Dominique Weasley acende algo em Fred II que ele não consegue mais negar.
Katherine Gaunt arrived at Hogwarts in her third year with an old surname, red hair with a white streak, and a mission no one could know about. Slytherin by choice, raised by Severus Snape, trained since childhood by Dumbledore himself to be Harry Potter's sword and shield in the war she knew was coming. She is confident, sharp-tongued, and too good at what she does to be just a student. But no one knows what she truly is. Not even herself. Between the rivalry with Draco Malfoy, the unlikely friendship with Hermione, the flirting with Fred, and the weight of a surname that carries more secrets than she imagines, Katherine will discover that being someone's tool has a price. And that the most dangerous question she can ask is not "whose side am I on?", but rather "who is my mother?". Because there is a reason for the blackouts, for the buzzing at the back of her neck, for her body reacting before her head when she hears the name of a certain woman from the Black family. And there is a reason Dumbledore never told her everything about herself. When the truth comes to light, Katherine will have to choose between the side that raised her and the side that took her in. And the choice will change everything.
Após o Baile de Inverno, Harry Potter e Draconia Malfoy começaram um relacionamento que ninguém em Hogwarts poderia descobrir. Entre provocações, encontros escondidos e regras que vivem quebrando, a Sala Precisa se tornou o único lugar onde podem simplesmente ser Harry e Draconia. Mas depois de uma noite que deveria durar apenas mais cinco minutos , os dois acordam juntos, atrasados e perigosamente confortáveis demais um com o outro. Agora precisam recuperar a dignidade, organizar os uniformes e atravessar Hogwarts sem levantar suspeitas. O problema? Chegar juntos à aula de McGonagall pode ser mais arriscado do que qualquer duelo.
What if Draco Malfoy had been born a girl? Summer, 1996. Lucius Malfoy is in Azkaban, the Dark Lord has moved into Malfoy Manor, and the family's heiress, who was supposed to be a son, has just been given the Dark Mark and a task: kill Albus Dumbledore before the school year is out. If she fails, her father will have nothing left to come home to. Draconia Malfoy is twenty. Her aunt Bellatrix taught her Occlumency by screaming at her, and there's one memory she hides even from the Dark Lord: at the Yule Ball, she dragged Harry Potter onto the dance floor and, for a few minutes, told him the truth. It ended badly. A year and a half later, Harry helped send her father to Azkaban. Now, in sixth year, Harry is sure she's become a Death Eater. He's right. And he can't stop following her. Half-Blood Prince, retold from both sides: enemies to lovers, a redemption that comes at a price, and a love that doesn't absolve. It forces a choice. (Genderswap AU. Everyone is four years older than in canon, so twenty in sixth year, and there's no romance before eighteen.) Dual POV: Harry and Draconia.
Draco Malfoy had an excellent opinion of Harry Potter. Living with him was beginning to change that. With his Mayfair flat under renovation, staying with the famous swimmer had seemed like a sensible suggestion from his best friend, Hélène Blanche. Potter was disciplined, polite, and had inconveniently lovely green eyes. What Hélène hadn’t mentioned were the mugs, the overnight guests, and the irritating ease with which Harry made him laugh. Between afternoon teas, research that kept no office hours, and an Olympic qualifier, Draco was discovering that he might like Harry even better once he stopped seeming perfect.