"Cassiopeia Lynx Weasley. I thought you were dead seeing as you were born premature. But you are a (?????????) and best friend of (?????) . So I won't hurt you just hand me the stone. You know where it is give it now... Did your parents not tell you? You are a recantation. You were dying until Lily Potter died when I killed her. You did a 180 because of her spirit latching on. If I hadn't killed her you would have died. So in a way you owe me for your life." I don't owe you anything and I never will Voldemort.

"And how else was I supposed to figure out what was wrong?" "By talking to me?! You know that is the thing that normal people do when there is an issue. They talk." "But you weren't talking to me!" "Because you were acting like a git!"

From the good to the bad, everyone's favorite Slytherin princess, Rowan Bailey; seems like princess, isn't so innocent after all. A book that takes unexpected turns of events. More than just your regular mature fanfiction. [Mature Content; Viewer Discretion is Advised; This book is semi-slow burn, but once the mature content appears, it's very frequent.| Lot's of sensitive topics, please be aware.| A.N; I do not own any of these characters or Harry Potter; all credit goes to J.K ROWLING.

Let's be real, this is 99% angst :) *REQUESTS ARE CLOSED FOR NOW*

I'm not too young anymore. I have grown up, I hurt. If this is what being an adult is, I don't want it. *All rights is JK Rowling, except my characters and my storyline* TW: Talk of sexual activities and suicidal thoughts

" The only thing you're doing to yourself is getting your hopes up for no reason! " " And the only thing you're doing is ripping me apart! " * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * You're Y/n Snape, and your father, known for teaching potions in Hogwarts, is trying to keep you well kept and stern so you could pass with flying colors. But after having enough of living your sheltered life as a kept away Slytherin, you fall for a Gryffindor, and go after him, only for you to stumble over problems along the way. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * -- All characters mentioned all belong to J.K. Rowling's: Harry Potter books and movies, except for Y/n. --

"I mean you own a dragon for goodness sake!" "Well first off, I don't own a dragon." *Prisoner of Azkaban* *Book 1* *Fred Weasley*

Part one of my Fred Weasley love story. My life is horrible. I'm only 11 and I have one of the worst lives you could think of. Alcoholic family. MIA biological mother. Step - mother that doesn't know how to raise kids. Drugs everywhere I go. Parents fighting every night. That was until I got a letter that would change my life forever. (This story is based off of my age so there will be current technology and whatnot) WARNING/CAUTION/WHATEVER: There will be mentions of mental disorders (IM SPREADING AWARENESS NOT PROMOTING) there will be drugs and alcohol. There may be sexual content.

Y/n- your name L/n- last name N/n- nickname None of these characters belong to me, they belong to J.K Rowling. Some of this stuff doesn't totally match up or have to do with the Harry Potter series but I wanted to make it my own and unique. You and Ron have been best friends sense 1st year. You guys have always had a flirty kind of friendship but you never thought you guys would actually ever date, even though you wanted to. You liked Ron. A lot. But this summer your going to the burrow, so you wanna try to actually shoot your shot with him. THERE WILL BE SMUT!!!!

"Analeigh." Fred's soft whisper echoes through the halls. "Analeigh!" George's voice cries from the other end. Get closer to each other? Magical boundaries? There is nothing good about taking away what I have left of a family for a stupid competition! The Triwizard Competition might not kill me physically but having to listen to my closer possession cry for my help is going to break me down morally. "ANALEIGH!!!" Fred and George scream at the same time from two different locations. I fall to my knees as I realize that choosing one or the other will be the last thing I'll do. I put my hands on my ears and press really hard as I try to convince myself that everything is not true. Fred, George... Don't leave me. You need to rescue me... Rescue me from myself! __ Hi, do please enjoy this story I wrote a long ass time ago. I'm currently trying my best to keep updating the sequel so that the story can come to an end. Have fun and enjoy the horrendous mistakes I was doing because I know I am. Re-reading your comments is just the funniest thing ever.