She was a ghost, a phantom that floated through Hogwarts halls. Name lost in those magical halls and dead for almost a hundred years, the witch was alone. Murdered on the Astronomy Tower, Professor Blodwen Carter Trevorrow watches the students of today. That was, until something magical happens, and suddenly she's breathing, her hands turning to flesh — and oh fuck — she was alive!

The birth of Bellariese Black was forgotten by the pressing matters of war, that hardly anyone knew she existed. But unknown to her family, and most importantly herself, Bellariese was a Seer. Two paths lay out before her, both starting with her birth and ending with either light or darkness but what lay in between she would never, ever know, until it was too late.

For as long as humans could remember, the Dark Arts had clung to those who sought it. From Morgan le Fay to Merwyn the Malicious to Gellert Grindelwald and even Albus Dumbledore, this unfixed, indestructible power had twisted lives and turned even the purest of souls down evil's winding road. For Rhosyn, Dark Magic was simply just another adventure - another way for her to be free.

Death's skeletal hand caught the woman as she fell, her auburn hair spilling onto the forest floor. He had stayed by her side for years, watching her age, a shadow sitting on her shoulder as she grew. He had seen her joyful smile, and kind eyes fade, to only be replaced with a cynical mind, and a paranoid gaze. The little girl was gone, and in her place, his Mistress sat.

Aurology was often considered a misleading subject, even in the wizarding world. Although backed up with numerous amounts of research, and analysis, the seeing and understanding of auras, both past and present, was often taken with a pinch of salt. That was, until Helen Finlayson starts to see things that don't always make sense, but more than often, feel absolutely terrifying.

Rigel Crouch was normality; Rigel Black was an anomaly. For seventeen years, the daughter of Regulus Black and Bathsheba Crouch had hidden behind a mask of blood purity and spiteful words, her soul tugged across a tightrope of light and dark. But, when unseen fears spring from a glowing cup, Rigel can't help but feel as if someone is pulling at her puppet strings.

'I've always wondered what made you scared,' Clara responded, picking up a teacup, her hands running over the worn china as she pressed a cold hand to Harriet's shaking body. 'But I guess, losing her, would top it - after all, what would Lord Death do, if his only connection to this world faulted. What would you do, Death, if Harriet Potter, lost this war' Companion Death's Hand.

Drifting just off the coast of Sweden, there is a ship, filled with all things magical. From fishbones the size of whales to grindylow corpses stuffed in jars, not many stumble across this Aquatic Nightmare. However, for one impatient Magizoologist, her life is about to become extremely difficult when a Bulgarian Seeker accidentally Apparates in the middle of the Baltic Sea.

Regulus Black died at eighteen and as he was pulled down by the Inferi to his watery death, he never dreamed that he would be saved. But by chance, luck was finally on his side and whether it was by destiny or some cure trick of fate, Ariana Kendra Dumbledore saved Regulus Arcturus Black that night; in return, and forever more, he, and five Ghosts, chose to keep saving her.

Aurology was considered a misleading subject, even in the wizarding world. Although backed up with numerous amounts of research, the seeing and understanding of auras, was often taken with a pinch of salt; that was, until Nelly Finlayson starts to see things, that don't always make sense, and feel emotions that were never hers - but more than often, feel absolutely terrifying...

They met in a bar, a causal discussion. The norm. She thought he was a smart-arse, a man far too handsome for his own good. He knew she was proud, and stubborn by his first sip. Too each other, they were simply strangers, both caught up in their own struggles to care, but when the lines begin to blur, and the dangers bleed, the secrets that trap Rupa and Sirius will be revealed.

For eighteen years Amaranth Clemantina Peverall has waisted away in Azkaban, but when a chance of freedom comes her way, she takes it. But somewhere, in the mind of a Peverall, there is a Gaunt and a Selwyn and as the wizarding world learns of her connection to the Dark Lord and her unusual heritage, one question will remain on their lips. Did she join him, or betray him?

Rigel Crouch was a normality; Rigel Black was an anomaly. For seventeen years, the daughter of Regulus Black and Bathsheba Crouch had hidden behind a mask of blood purity and spiteful words, her soul tugged across a tightrope of light and dark. But, when unseen fears spring from a glowing cup, Rigel can't help but feel as if someone is pulling at her puppet strings.

For as long as humans could remember, the Dark Arts had clung to those who sought it. From Morgan le Fay to Merwyn the Malicious to Gellert Grindelwald and even Albus Dumbledore, this unfixed, indestructible power had twisted lives and turned even the purest of souls down evil's winding road. For Rhosyn, Dark Magic was simply just another adventure — another way for her to be free.

When Margret O'Fae was a child she had a lot of freedom and not just because her environment was considered safer, for her home back in Ireland was known to be quite violent in the 1970s thanks to the IRA and their bombings, but because her most of her generation had at least several somewhat peaceful years before the storm began.

Clara Erma Moore was born to Roberta and Jacob Moore in a small caravan in autumn, 1908. On Christmas Eve, 1937, twenty-nine years later, she was killed in a car accident and was saved by a woman with gaunt features and sharp fangs. From that moment on and for evermore, her life changed forever, but it meant that she left her troubled godson to fend for himself.

"Unfortunately, I cannot indirectly tell people the future since it will fuck it up. I guess that's why there are prophesies and they can help, but they can also be fucked up pretty bad if you misinterpret the words. Unfortunately, prophesies can never be avoided and I need to be in a weird trance to 'say' it. I mean I could just tell you but then you might die," — Bellariese Black

No one ever really noticed Rigel Black, mostly because she was known to the wizarding world as Rigel Crouch. A pureblood girl with an over baring grandfather and godmother. But her name was a lie and it was only a matter of time before people found out the truth. That her father was a death eater, she was the heir to the Black fortune and it was her uncle who escaped Azkaban.

Emilia Lyra Black has always seemed like she was an outcast. From her outrageous personality to the Dark Mark that lay on her left arm she has alway been one person to look out for. But loving a Lupin, now that was too far. Especially when he is a half-Werewolf-Metamorphmagus. And to top it all off he's a Gryffindor. She tried to keep it a secret, but life it never that simple.

Eir Wolff has just moved from the darkest town in Norway to Dorset, in the warmer part of England. Teddy Lupin half werewolf and half metamorphosis has lived in Gillingham his whole life. These two very diffrent people meet and something connects them. But what will the Lupin's think when they find out the secret that surrounds the Wolff family and why they left Norway. TL/OC RL/NT