James Malfoy

We all know how difficult life is. It is full of obstacles. At some times in life we face obstacles, We often fall when facing them. Even though these obstacles hurt us, We always get up and keep moving forward.

James Malfoy

Everyone knows the story of Bellatrix Lestrange. But they don't know how much she suffered. Bellatrix suffered a lot for love. She suffered a lot for her greatest and only love...

GazzaLadraNuevo Autor

O sol se põe no Largo Grimmauld. Sirius está trancafiado em sua herança maldita, cercado pelas lembranças de um passado que não pode mudar. Mas, naquela noite, a companhia de Remus Lupin pode trazer à tona sentimentos que ele passou a vida inteira tentando esconder.

Taly MunhozNuevo Autor

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.

MLC Hoat

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.

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Rosalinda Fox está no último ano em Hogwarts, dividida entre o sonho de se tornar curandeira, as amizades que tornam seus dias mais leves e um sentimento antigo que nunca conseguiu abandonar: sua paixão por Draco Malfoy. O problema é que o garoto que ela guarda na memória não parece ter muito em comum com o rapaz arrogante e cruel que ele se tornou. E, depois de um confronto que nenhum dos dois parece disposto a esquecer, Rosalinda descobre que despertar a atenção de um Malfoy pode ser muito mais perigoso do que continuar amando-o em silêncio... Afinal, seu pai trabalha para Lucius Malfoy há anos. Uma ligação que trouxe conforto à família Fox, mas que também a colocou em uma posição da qual talvez não seja tão fácil escapar. Entre lembranças da infância, sentimentos contraditórios e segredos que ameaçam ir além dos corredores de Hogwarts, Rosalinda precisará descobrir se o tempo transforma as pessoas (ou apenas revela quem elas sempre foram). Porque algumas histórias começam muito antes dos protagonistas se darem conta. E nem todo sentimento guardado está destinado a florescer.