Schizophrenic

Many years ago - you could say centuries - the triwizard tournament was created, in which the three best schools of magic would compete with each other with only one student from each school who would be chosen for a magical artifact: the goblet of fire. However, as successful as this championship was, it was expressly forbidden to hold this tournament after a few years of operation because it presented a risk to the lives of those chosen. After many years the tournament was held again, but there were changes in the rules and in 1994 the Hogwarts student, Cedric Diggory ended up dying at the end of the last test. Luckily, the tournament was not banned, but faced several problems such as the Second Wizarding War and remained another period without being held. Today, the new generation of wizards - the offspring of the most well-known wizards in history - is about to enter another year of competition. Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are against Hogwarts again, but just when all seems to be going well, something unusual has happened: a new prophecy is given. There is a new Dark Lord among the young, but it will not be Voldemort or a reincarnation of him and the only one who can defeat him will be a child of courageous lineage, as the prophecy says. The problem is that no one knows who it could be and for some reason the schools want to stick together this year, as they know the new Dark Lord won't make the same mistakes as Tom Riddle.

Schizophrenic

Tom was still holding her by the hip when she pulled away and he didn't feel ready to let go anytime soon. Lux, however, looked at him scared and trembled so much that she was capable of having a heart attack at any moment. She looked down at her shoes and after a silent, torturous minute, she lifted her face again and looked into his dark green eyes. "I will never forget you, Tom." she whispered. "What do you mean by that?" he asked confused. A few minutes ago he'd sworn he'd heard her say she loved him. "We can not be together." The tears fell like small atomic bombs, fast and destructive. "Not with you like this... Not with you following the darkness..." "But having Power..." He started feeling a small anger well up inside him. Power was the most important thing to him right now. He wanted to be the greatest and most feared wizard in history and he wouldn't give up because of a mere…girl. "It doesn't matter how much Power it takes for you." She said in a loud whisper. "I just want you not to look for me anymore, okay?" Lux freed herself from his grip and started walking away from him, heading toward her common room. "You Mudblood!" Tom yelled as she walked away. "I'm sorry, Tom." She turned, stopping in the middle of the hallway. "The only Half-Blood I see here is you."

AlienEro

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.

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.

reynaf

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.

ANNA VESPERNuevo Autor

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.