[COMPLETED!!]A slow burn between you and Harry. While in the quest of destroying horcruxes, the love between you and Harry blossoms. You have a tragic backstory that unravels throughout this book, and the person you least expected comes and saves your life, as well as your friends. The Battle of Hogwarts is near, and you make a decision that changes the lives of everyone around you.

"Oh my love," Voldemort sighed. "Aren't you tired of this endless running? You don't look well. All this writhing in the dust like a hunted animal doesn't suit you." Harry struggled against the binds keeping him in place, his breaths coming out in sharps pants as he twisted away from his touch. He's a monster, he reminded himself, forcing himself not to think about how gentle he could be with him. How much he missed his touch. You need to run from him, run far, far away. You are in the middle of a war! "I'm tired of chasing," Voldemort continued, stepping closer to Harry's struggling form. "Of indulging this little game of yours. Let's stop pretending there's anywhere you could run where I would not find you." He paused in front of Harry and knelt down, a hand reaching out to caress his cheek possessively. "Let's stop pretending you want to be anywhere but my arms, hmm?" "Go to hell!" Harry spits, jerking away from his touch. "I'm not yours!" "And that, my love, is where you're wrong," Voldemort said with a crazed smirk. "Nothing, not even death, could keep me from you. You always have and always will belong to me!" |.-.-.-.-.-.-.-| Voldemort had finally won. He defeated the light and gained control over Magical Britain, and in the process, he had lost everything. As he remembers how he met, fell in love with, and ultimately lost Harry Potter, he realizes that in his greed, Voldemort had ruined everything that ever mattered to him. But when new information comes to light, it's a race against time to bring Harry Potter back from the dead and reconcile their relationship or risk losing the love of his life forever... ...Even if it means getting help from what's left of the Golden Trio.

"I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more?" She read from the small piece of parchment, the sound of the light flickering filling the intense silence. "Isn't it a bit dramatic?" "I'm a Black, what did you expect?" Regulus smirks. "I'm taking your silence as a yes?" She sighed, "Can't believe i'll be spending my early twenties hunting soul pieces and taking care of a baby that isn't mine." The war is just starting all over again, someone had to something about the odd way the darkest wizard of all time suddenly took over their world. 🩵Also in ao3 by auromich, i really do insist of reading it there so you can see the tags and warnings for the story🩵

Regulus and Sirius had spent years tangled in a cycle of hatred and unspoken need. The war is closing in, secrets simmer beneath the surface, and the Black brothers are caught in the eye of the storm. Regulus feels the darkness tightening its grip, while Sirius's defiance threatens to burn everything in its path. As fate twists their lives together and pulls them apart, they must confront the lies that shaped them-and the truth that could destroy them both. In a world where loyalty is a weapon and love is a curse, can two brothers find redemption, or will the shadows swallow them whole?

Rose Selwyn is terrified for her life, and everyone around her's. In a world ravaged by war, she finds that she is the only one who can see through the boy who built up walls of callous remarks and cruel taunts. Regulus Black was raised to hate mudbloods, blood traitors and muggles, but finds himself intoxicated by a girl with hair the colour of sunlight, who can see the light when confronted with only darkness. Surrounded by the chaos, destruction and fear that only Lord Voldemort's reign of terror can bring, they do what nobody expects them to. They fall in love. And for that, they must face the consequences.

He was tired of the lies and secrets kept hidden from him by those who he had wanted to trust, but knew deep within that he would never be able to, all but for a few of them. Yet those same lies and secrets were not so well hidden that he couldn't find them; much to other's detriment and plans for him. He was tired of being someone who was expected to do as he was told without question and tired of not being able to be himself. When tired of all this, backed into a corner without too many options, and an opportunity presents itself...Would you take it? Even if you know that this decision might make you out to be a villain in the eyes of many others? A choice is something we can control as we make it, but we cannot always control the outcome of what that decision does to others. How would you respond to such a decision?

He had achieved almost everything he had wanted. He had power and he was immortal. And yet, there were a few things he hadn't achieved. He had not been able to get rid of his fear of defeat. And he had not been able to forget what had happened that fateful night fifteen years ago. If you asked him whether he has rued what happened that night, he would tell you that there's no room for repentance or contrition where there's not even a conscience. Yet he would tell you that although he felt no remorse that did not mean he did not regret. Sometimes you only know what you've had when you lose it. Sometimes it needs loss to inspire perception. Sometimes you need a second chance. And sometimes you get it. ********** This is the sequel to my story "Poison", and I guess it's necessary to have read "Poison" for "Perception" to make sense, so please feel invited to read "Poison" first if you haven't done so yet ;-)

pheonix black was fifteen when her and her brothers ran away from home, never to see their dreaded parents again. the three of them showed up on the doorstep of the potter's, soaking wet and shivering as the rainy night dragged on. they were welcomed in immediately, given warm food, tea, and a much more loving family to be apart of. safe and secure, she thought. phoenix is seventeen when her life tips itself on its axis and goes from being on track to promptly derailing in the most beautifully horrific way possible. phoenix has always pushed away relationships. she's happy for her brothers, of course, wishing them all the best; but herself? oh no, never. chronically alone and she's fine with that. well, until one barty crouch jr buries himself so deeply into her heart that there's no possible way she'd ever turn back from the path he's leading her down. ~~~ or the one where phoenix feels as if her life is falling apart while simultaneously falling into place when she finds herself completely entranced with the one person she deemed off limits from the moment she met him. oh, and one other thing... they're in the middle of a war.

(MAJOR REWRITE/COMPLETE) Harry Potter triumphed over Lord Voldemort in their final battle, but peace was short-lived. Though Voldemort was defeated, Harry felt a deep, withering wound inside-his life was still in danger. As a surviving Horcrux, Harry triggered events that tested his will to survive. He faced a grim fate: at what cost would Harry's strength and acceptance spare him?

--- "I could do anything for you. I'd die for you, Rosie," Harry said, his voice low and sincere as he looked into your eyes, his shimmering emerald gaze reflecting a depth of feeling that made your heart race. "For me?" you replied, staring directly into those promising eyes, searching for any hint of doubt. "Yes... since the day we met," he continued, his tone gentle yet firm. "I've been unable to resist myself from you. I love you, Rosie." He held your arms softly, grounding you in that moment, and you felt the world around you fade away. Who could say no to those beautiful eyes? "I love you too, Potter," you whispered, a smile breaking across your face. After years of battles and heartaches, the air between you crackled with an energy that was undeniable. --- In this world, Harry Potter and you (Y/N) had just returned to Hogwarts after defeating Voldemort, now eight years in Hogwarts .Both of you had been betrayed by those you once loved, but something had shifted between you two in the aftermath of the battle-a bond forged in shared pain and resilience. You were a quiet force at Hogwarts, a student since your third year, often keeping to yourself aside from your close friends Hermione and Ginny. Though you interacted with them, you maintained a respectful distance from others. Your remarkable magic played a crucial role in Voldemort's defeat; a single spell from you had turned the tide, saving Harry from the Death Eaters. Then came the marriage law that swept through the wizarding world, binding two broken hearts together and forever altering the course of their lives. --- Warning - Hurried Romance, No smut and heated scenes, Really short. And only fluff with no arguments or whatsoever. I'm not proud of this story but okay. ---