Harry Potter was Sorted into Slytherin after a crappy childhood. His brother Jim is believed to be the BWL. Think you know this story? Think again. Year Three (Harry Potter and the Death Eater Menace) starts on 9/1/16. NO romantic pairings prior to Fourth Year. Basically good Dumbledore and Weasleys. Limited bashing (mainly of James).

Mixing the Potter kids with the Master of Death, not-so-secret horcruxes, haywire magic, and the dawning Second War could only end in catastrophe. All was well? Harry Potter shouldn't have tempted fate like that. For the Potters are now stuck in a year where Voldemort is far more than a half-forgotten nightmare. — THIS IS BEING REWRITTEN AS ANOTHER STORY, 'A CURSED CLOCK!

Hi, Rose Weasley here! This is the story of my wacky relationship with Scorpius Malfoy throughout my years at Hogwarts. Rose Weasley/Scorpius Malfoy

Rose Weasley has always loathed Scorpius Malfoy with a passion. But what will happen when she suddenly starts to develop feelings that isn't hatred?

They say that only insecure boys will belittle a woman. And that the greatest way to "man-up" is to empower them. Scorpius Malfoy and his friends saw nothing wrong with objectifying women, and when one of the boys introduces a method of rating girls, most of them see nothing wrong with that either. Up until a fiery redhead finds out about what they've been saying behind her back.

Rose's 4th year takes an unexpected twist when a competition, which will force her to work with students from other houses, takes place. The year sees Rose grow closer to a certain someone, but will their family history stop them admitting their true feelings for each other? Follows Rose's life through the exciting, yet dangerous Inter-House Challenge. Feedback much appreciated! x

Since returning to Hogwarts, Rose has jinxed Scorpius's hair and eavesdropped on him. Scorpius can't figure out whether to hex her or kiss her. Well, O.W.L. year was never going to be simple. cover by Enigma @TDA

The other woman, that's what they called her. One of the more polite names to be sure. She could feel their lingering glares as she strode through the corridors of the castle, she could hear their whispered accusations during lessons, she could feel the mistrust radiating from each and every one of them. And yet, she did not care… and why should she, when she knew the truth?