Set post-war. Still struggling with the absence of his twin, George Weasley needs some time away from the world he grew up in to heal. Alice Clark wants a flatmate who doesn't want to kill and eat her. It was perfect... Except not really. George/OC

"There's plenty of fish in the sea, mate," George laughed, clapping Fred on the back, "but you've gone and fallen for a crocodile." Of course, knowing his luck, Fred would fall for the headstrong Slytherin. And of course, knowing his luck, he'd realize it far too late. With war just around the corner, a budding romance is hardly appropriate. But the heart wants what it wants.

Billy and Clare know Death. They know the stab of not being wanted. Maybe that's why they were drawn to each other. And on top of Neil's sadistic and sporadic abuse and Clare's nightmares that seem all too real, there are girls throughout all of Indiana going missing. How the f-ck does it all connect? (Billy/Steve's sister)

"Fred Weasley, you're asking me to be your fake girlfriend." "Spot on." He was crazy. His plan was crazy. And yet, I hesitated. Why? I really can't say. Maybe it was the way Fred's eyes glinted in the half-dark of the garden, hinting at possibility and promising me something I didn't quite understand. Maybe I was tired of being careful.

The world believed her to be dead, murdered with her mother and brother, but Rhaenys Targaryen is alive, living in disguise as a Princess of Dorne. Everyone knows her as Maliya Martell, yet she has never forgotten the cruelty done to her family. Her rage and hatred grow every year and now she finally has a chance to get revenge. Nothing will stand in her way.. not even Robb Stark.