Young Adult
Half-Blood Royalty | Severus Snapes' Daughter & Harry Potter's Younger Sister
This story, although associated with Harry Potter (I don't own the story or characters whatsoever - this is strictly just a fanfiction. I originally got this idea through the idea of "shifting" and decided to write out scenes in book form on Wattpad.), will not play a part with the canon universe of the books or movies. This story is indeed a fanfiction where Lily and Severus had a friendship/relationship that wasn't severed due to that day at Hogwarts when Severus called Lily a mudblood (in this "universe", although The Marauders and Severus still don't get along whatsoever, that moment never occured - it's my fanfiction, it's how I made this story made sense). Another thing about this fanfiction/non-canon storyline is that all children of deatheaters automatically get the "dark mark" at the age of fifteen. No matter what. I know it's not exactly how it went down in the books, but I just felt like it'd be the perfect way for Voldemort to keep growing his army... because obviously why would the villain rely on getting people to join him when he can simply use a little trick of his wand and automatically get the children of his followers to immediately be a part of his alliance. Plus, this theory fits so well to why he always had the same families in his pocket and I kind of don't hate this "headcanon/theory" at all.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
Affinity Man. Honorable Mention in The Shape of the Thing Challenge.
Act I – The Struggle Theo adjusted his thick glasses and tried to keep up as chalk screeched across the board. The lecture hall was a sterile box of fluorescent light and endless note-scribbling. Professor Lascola’s voice cut through the air like a scalpel.
By Tony Martello2 years ago in Fiction
A Chance Encounter
In the heart of a bustling city, amidst the rhythmic clatter of everyday life, stood an unassuming bookstore nestled between a café and a florist. It was one of those quaint places, where the scent of old paper and fresh ink hung in the air, a refuge for book lovers and dreamers alike. The bookstore had an understated charm, with its wooden shelves that groaned under the weight of stories, both well-loved and waiting to be discovered. Lena had always been a dreamer. A writer by passion, she spent her days weaving words into tales of distant lands and impossible loves. She frequented the bookstore often, seeking inspiration among its dusty corners and forgotten volumes. On this particular afternoon, she sought solace from a world that felt a little too heavy, finding comfort in the familiar creak of the door as she stepped inside. As Lena browsed the aisles, her fingers grazing the spines of countless novels, she found herself drawn to the poetry section, a corner she rarely explored. There, perched on a stool, was a man deeply engrossed in a book. He had tousled brown hair that fell into his eyes and a look of concentration that made him seem oblivious to the world around him. Lena hesitated for a moment, not wanting to disturb his solitude. But something about him captivated her, a magnetic pull that she couldn't quite explain. She reached for a book on the shelf, trying to focus on the words before her, but her eyes kept drifting back to him. The man suddenly looked up, and their eyes met. It was as if time slowed, and the busy world outside the bookstore faded away. Lena felt a jolt, a spark that ignited something deep within her. His eyes were a striking shade of blue, warm and inviting, and in that brief moment, they held an unspoken promise of something extraordinary. "Hi," he said, his voice as gentle as the rustle of pages. "I didn't mean to stare, but I couldn't help noticing you." Lena's heart skipped a beat. She was not one for love at first sight—such things were the stuff of her stories, not real life. Yet here she was, standing in a bookstore, feeling as if she had known this man her entire life. "Hi," she replied, a smile tugging at her lips. "I was just… browsing." "Me too," he said, closing his book and setting it aside. "But I think I've found something far more interesting." Lena blushed, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. "Oh? And what might that be?" "You," he said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She laughed softly, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "I'm not sure what to say to that." "Maybe start with your name?" he suggested, his smile widening. "Lena," she said. "And yours?" "Jack," he replied, holding out his hand. "Nice to meet you, Lena." She shook his hand, and the touch of his skin against hers sent a thrill through her. It was strange, how comfortable she felt with him, as if they were old friends reconnecting after a long time apart. "So, Lena," Jack said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Do you come here often?" She grinned. "Only when I need to escape reality for a bit." "And what are you escaping from today?" "Everything," she admitted. "But maybe now I'm just trying to escape from being predictable." Jack chuckled. "Well, in that case, how about I make it unpredictable? Would you like to grab a coffee with me? There's a café just next door." Lena hesitated, feeling the weight of the moment. She had never been one to take risks, to follow her heart on a whim. But something told her that this was different, that Jack was different. "Why not?" she said, surprising herself with her own boldness. They left the bookstore together, stepping into the warm afternoon sunlight. The city seemed a little less daunting with Jack by her side, and as they walked to the café, they talked about everything and nothing—books, life, dreams, and the serendipity of their meeting. Over coffee, their connection deepened. Jack was a traveler, an artist who saw the world in colors and shapes. He spoke of far-off places he had visited, of people he had met, and Lena found herself captivated by his stories. She shared her own dreams, her love of writing, and the characters who lived in her imagination. Hours passed in what felt like minutes, and as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the city, Lena realized that she was no longer escaping reality. She was living in a moment that felt more real than anything she had ever experienced. As they left the café, Jack turned to her, his expression soft and earnest. "Lena, I know this is sudden, but I feel like I've known you forever. This might sound crazy, but… do you believe in love at first sight?" Lena's heart raced. The question hung in the air between them, laden with the weight of possibility. She had always been a skeptic, someone who believed that love took time, that it was built on shared experiences and gradual understanding. But standing there with Jack, she found herself questioning everything she thought she knew. "Maybe," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Or maybe it's just the beginning of something beautiful." Jack smiled, and in that moment, Lena knew that whatever it was they had found, it was real. It was the kind of love that didn't need to be explained, the kind that defied logic and reason. It was a love that had bloomed in an instant, but one that she knew would grow and deepen with time. "Let's find out together," Jack said, taking her hand in his. And so, under the fading light of the city, they walked hand in hand, two souls who had found each other in the most unexpected of places. It was a beginning neither of them had anticipated, but one they were both willing to embrace. For in that chance encounter, they had discovered a love that was as timeless as the stories they both cherished—a love that had begun at first sight and would last a lifetime.
By Isaac Ampofo2 years ago in Fiction
House of the Dragon Torrent
House of the Dragon Torrent The thunder cracked across the sky, splitting the night asunder with a force that echoed through the mountains. The village of Eldenridge lay nestled in a valley, surrounded by the dark, foreboding peaks that had long been rumored to be the home of ancient, untamed powers. Tonight, those rumors felt closer than ever.
By Lacey Morgan2 years ago in Fiction
Falling for Him
The sun had fallen behind the clouds now; leaving a gorgeous red-orange color in its place as it slowly disappeared out of sight. The ocean waves were crashing for miles ahead, growing bigger as the wind slowly picked up the closer we were heading towards nightfall. My father had told us of the storm that was supposed to brew up by nightfall, but Jeremy insisted that tonight just had to be the night we both took a late-night boat ride through the ocean. Something 'bout how he wasn't sure when we'd ever find an opportunity as perfect as tonight. All my best friends told me over and over that I should get myself prepared and pampered in preparation for this boat trip... a small part of me was hoping they had a good hunch. It has been about three years... a good hunch is as good as any.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
