Every five years, there was a lottery to decide the next bride of the Fold, the Black Heretic's next shot at love. Every girl between fifteen and twenty-one had their name put in the draw. heavy AU!

He was not good with feelings, truth be told.

During the mornings, Harry eats his breakfast with Lupin and Tonks.

Blaise rarely tattooed anyone while they were drunk, but Theo was proving himself to be a very costly exception.

His head is full of thoughts of Astoria.

Harry's mornings begun well before his two adopted kids even start to think of waking up.

Fleur loathed humans beings. Pirate, historical AU.

She's the girl with skinned knees and long, flowing robes with colorful, mismatched patches. Harry knows of her: she's every day on the corner of the children's park, drawing on the dirty with a stick. He doesn't know her: she does not go to his school. She's just the weird girl at the corner of the local park, drawing with a stick on the ground.

Ginny looked at the calculation in front of her, scratching her head. Luna, by her side, doodled on the corner of the notebook she carried.

With the braided hair in a tight bun atop her head, Astoria was slightly taller than him. It pissed him off enough to scowl. Astoria smiled at him, as if she could read his thoughts, but the situation soon overcame her. She was scowling, too, and at least that was a relief.

Daphne was looking at the ceiling instead of sleeping, the soft light of the starry sky washing over her.

Draco kissed Astoria's forehead gently, and she kept embroidering, as if she'd barely noticed it happening. Scorpius looked at the two, and bit his tongue for now.

The pregnancy potion test glowed in Daphne's dark living room.

Harry grabbed a vial from the little black market stand, swishing the green liquid inside, staining its insides.

She's a duelist, he has to give her that. And if he doesn't, well, Daphne will force him to his knees and make him say it.

Fleur was trying to work. Emphasis on trying.

"I've just had the worst day,", said Daphne, sitting by Harry's side. Harry kept eating slowly, and Hermione looked from one to another as Ron spluttered. Both were ignored summarily by the other two.

In the honestly too long list of things Daphne hated, those tea parties that worked only as gossip mills were probably on first place, but maybe that high of a place for them was because Daphne was currently suffering under one of those.

There's a pattern to their meetings, secretive as they are. Historical, dubcon.

Harry enjoyed practicing Quidditch late at night, especially so because he had company.