Evelyn Owen has suffered from abuse all her life and feels completely isolated, that is until she learns of her Potion Professor's childhood, a one like her own. A friendship quickly blossoms between the two, Severus Snape and his student Evelyn, until one night when a friendship becomes a little more. Now, Evelyn has to deal with the aftermath of that night, two small babies.

Estelle Potter has been hidden her whole life, putting up with terrible abuse just to keep the truth of her existence a secret. But when the Order rescues her and she is thrust into the wizarding world, will she be able to recover? And will she help a certain potions professor recover as well? (Trigger Warnings Apply)

Nyssa was just a young, muggle girl when she was kidnapped by Death Eaters. Destined to live her days as a slave to their every desire. Ever since Voldemort fell, she has worked as a private assassin for the Ministry. But with rumors of their rebirth on the rise and people from her past coming back, can Nyssa continue to move past her childhood trauma and be a better person?

It was only a week after the Battle at Hogwarts when Neville Longbottom left for the United States. He just had to get away, even if it was just a couple days. But a couple of days turned into a couple of weeks, which became months, and finally became years.

The classroom was bare, stripped of everything except a single mirror standing in the corner. The mirror had ornate gold and silver around it, framing a floor-length piece of glass. The only hint to what it has occurred is the etched words above the top of the glass. "Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi." Luna read it out loud to herself, furrowing her brow.

Frustrated, Lavender Brown was frustrated. Time won't stop flying, her son wouldn't stop crying, and she couldn't find a babysitter. All she had wanted was to clip his bangs before she left for work and had to drop him off at her neighbor's house.

"Evans!" James Potter screamed at the redhead as she hurriedly walked by him in the hallway. Normally, Lily would've made a comment to back, or at least stopped, but this time there was nothing. Lily was not having a good day. (Word count:1332)

This was how it was in Narcissa's family, and according to her friends, this was how it was in all Pureblood families. Perfect on the outside, poisonous on the inside. Her grandfathers had hit her grandmothers, both sets of grandparents had hit her parents. So her Dad hit her mom, and both of her parents hit her as well as the rest of her sisters. For the most part, it worked.

The wedding was incredible, anyone would've thought so, but it only made Draco Malfoy's throat fill with bile. Most likely due to the fact that the beautiful girl on his son's arm should've, could've, been his. But she slipped right out of his fingers and right into Scorpius' a little over a year ago, changing everyone's lives. (Inspired by broadway's Hamilton)

Bill was the responsible one, the leader of the siblings. The one who took charge and commanded the others. Charlie was the caring, yet rebellious one. The one who's job is to basically take care of humans, and dragons of course. Percy was the smart one with the best grades by far. And of course Fred and George were the pranksters. This left Ron to be the difficult, unwanted one.

When Remus Lupin was a little child, he was peaceful as could be. Never cried, never complained, and definitely never pitched a fit. His parents didn't even know what to do with him. After all, no parenting book talked about that. But, when he was four years old everything changed.

"And," she said after a couple of minutes, "it doesn't matter. If what I suspect is true, everyone will know in a couple of months anyway." "What if it isn't-" "But, Ginny, what if it is." Hermione said hesitantly as her chipping nail polish became her sole focus.

The pain came from the dialogue inside her head, words that reminded her how worthless the situation made her feel. But the worst part about the whole thing was her inability to stop it, just like how she felt helpless to stop her own sexual assault. It was until one day, admits one of her many pointless Diagon Alley trips, that an idea came to Nymphadora Tonks.

"You act like I don't notice you Miss Granger, but I do. The blushed face, stuttering, beating heart, if I didn't know better I would think you were in infatuated with me. But that can't be true now is it?" The girl grew embarrassed as she became fixated on her shoes. "Because a small, young mudblood like you would never be associated with someone like me. Right?"

Though the worst part wasn't the visions or the pain, it was the feeling of aloneness that came with the whole situation. Whenever her flashback ended she would look around and no one else would've noticed, it was just her and her memories, and her tears.

Almost all of the Great Hall saw what was coming the morning of May 2nd, 2017. Well, all except a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Weasley named Victoire.

At the end of the day Fleur was broken a million times over, and only hastily put back together. She had faced so many traumatic things over and over again in her life, things many would say was a small price to pay for being a beautiful quarter-veela. Fleur didn't look at it that way. After all, how can something so wrong be okay? (Trigger Warnings Apply)

Sirius and Buckbeak, Buckbeak and Sirius. They're just Companions.

It's not everyday that Harry Potter is one day old.

Narcissa contemplates the darkest moment in her life as she makes the ultimate betrayal and lies to the Dark Lord.