"You can't judge a book by its cover, Rhea" "Yeah well, I can judge a person by their thoughts" For Rhea Devereux, being in other people's mind was as easy as taking candy from a baby. Being born with the gift of Legilimency, it was something she was accustomed to. While going to Hogwarts, she will face many challenges, all while trying to run away from her past. [MARAUDERS ERA] *DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters, only mine.

BOOK #1 Serendipity (n) finding something good without looking for it - Marauders Era Fanfiction - Eva Taylor. Sixth year. First female keeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Paints to escape. Number one Beatles fan in all of Hogwarts. Can't walk down the stairs without tripping. Proud beyond belief of her Muggle-Born status. Unknowingly the subject of Sirius Black's affections. - He leaned onto the counter and smirked, letting a bit of hair fall into his face and seductively watching her. "You think I have the charm to pull something like that off?" She blushed unintentionally. "I- I think you could charm the socks off of Voldemort himself if you tried." "Maybe that's how we win the war," he said jokingly. "We've been going about it all wrong. Dumbledore can just send me. I'll walk up to Voldemort's door, wink at him, and my smooth charisma and devastatingly good looks will have him dead on the ground by dawn." - 1st Place winner of the 1989 Harry Potter Awards for the Marauders Era! - Rankings: 12 in #maraudersfanfiction 2 in #siriusblack 4 in #themarauders 1 in #marauders 13 in #harrypotter 1 in #peterpettigrew 2 in #remus 1 in #padfoot 1 in #minervamcgonagall 1 in #jkrowling

"Secrets bond the soul." Bexley looked at him from across the room, longing to be held by him. "We must be pretty bonded then?" Sirius returned her look, longing to hold her. Bexley Morgan has been aware of the Marauders presence for years and quite frankly found them slightly irritating. But when she's paid to go on a date with one of their members, will her opinion change? Or will her secret come to light and threaten to tear apart all they have fought for? And in a search for her real family, will it be closer than she thought? I am writing this purely for fun, the characters are not owned by me apart from the main character. I just hope you enjoy this slice of fantasy and it offers you some refugee from the world!Maisie 🧸 First place in the 2020 6lack_6arbie awards🥳 Second place in the Red Ruby awards 🥳 Ranks😌 #2 in siriusblack 06.02.2021 #4 in jamespotter 01.02.2021

⠀⠀ ❝ THAT'S PART OF HER BEAUTY, THIS QUALITY OF NOT QUITE BEING THERE, DREAMLIKE . ❞ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ✧∘ଂ ࿐ ཾ ( marauders era) ( oc x sirius black )

[COMPLETED] --- A story about a Lestrange who is not quite as she seems and a werewolf who just can't help being intrigued. ∞ I've been hearing symphonies before all I heard was silence. A rhapsody for you and me, and every melody is timeless. Life was stringing me along, then you came and you cut me loose. Was solo singing on my own, now I can't find the key without you. ∞ Highest Ranking: #3 in fanfiction #4 in fanfic #1 in harrypotter #1 in maraudersfanfiction #1 in remus #1 in remuslupinfanfic #1 in siriusblack #1 in wormtail #1 in romancefanfiction #2 in moony #2 in angst #4 in jamespotter #5 in padfoot #5 in marlenemckinnon #5 in lestrange

The Orlov family name was one which struck fear into the heart of many a Russian; muggle and wizard folk alike. To any other, it was just a name which, after the initial pique of interest at it's foreign sound, would blend into the background like the rest. Unless, of course, you yourself came from one of the sacred pure blood families. Russian or not, you would come to fiercely respect the Orlov dynasty. However, this seemingly flawless family, not unlike all others, has its secrets. One in particular that could destroy not only the reputation of the Orlovs, but one that could end the family's succession.

❝There were chocolate boxes and wrappers around the bed, stuffed under his pillow, and coffee stains on the duvet and sheets. This boy truely was a mess. But Ayla really liked the mess.❞ - Ayla Quill was starting her sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and had everything set for how she wanted it to be. She was expecting it to be the same as it was every year prior; exams and procrastination. But without any warning, her world was flipped upside. War was being rumored and Lord Voldemort was raising in power, Ayla's mother becoming rather fond of his propaganda. With some drama and a pinch of danger, this story is about a girl who falls in love with a werewolf during these troublesome times, and maybe, just maybe, things might turn out right. - |ayla rose quill remus john lupin 1976-1977 sixth year|

"so meet him there at 6:30 in front of your favourite tree." "are you being serious?" "in fact, i am sirius." ©Fightingyoona 2018 (completed 2020)