An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Original Female Character(s), Dean Thomas/Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Original Female Character(s), Harry Potter, Dean Thomas, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Rubeus Hagrid, Luna Lovegood
Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Forbidden Love, Morally Ambiguous Character, Child Neglect, Childhood Trauma, Child Abandonment, Found Family, Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fantasy, Dark Magic, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
Summary:
βBecause being known by the boy who was her mortal enemy was not something she could explain to anyone. Not even to herself.β
Β Daisy Potter is tired. Tired of living in the shadow of her twin brother, the famous Harry Potter. While Harry is hailed across the wizarding world as the Chosen One, Daisy is expected to smile, be good, and stay out of the way.
But Daisy isn't the girl everyone thinks she is. Not with the darkness thatβs lived inside her for as long as she can remember.
And the only person who sees it? Her brotherβs nemesis, Draco Malfoy.
Daisy hates Draco. Hates everything he stands for. But when he becomes the only one who understands what itβs like to live in the shadows, Daisy is forced to confront a truth sheβs not ready for.
Question on 'β' in writing. We like to use an emdash (β) when writing as it helps with the flow but we are aware AI writing can often include these so we were curious if this bothers people or if they don't mind??
Does seeing a β (emdash) in writing make it feel like it's written by AI?
We've decided to give you all a taste of our Draco x OC fic and share the prologue for those who are yet to read it! We have a few chapters up and are writing constantly, so we are frequently posting once we finish chapters.
We hope you enjoy and if so, we will see you over on AO3 and/ or Wattpad (whichever you prefer to read on)π₯Ίπ
Warnings - angst (will contain other tags on AO3 in the future)
Daisy Potter was no stranger to bad dreams.Β
Theyβd started when she was young, barely even old enough to understand what being βdifferentβ meant, let alone what it was to struggle or to suffer. In her sleep, each vision became a nightmare that wreathed around her like smoke, the taste of it cloying and suffocating, dragging her down into the void below.Β
Daisy hadnβt understood then. Sheβd been too youngβa child. At the time, her only concern had ever been Harry. The centre of gravity she orbited around. It had been them against the world, inseparable not only since birth, but ever since the hardships of their past had uprooted their lives. Harry became her need to protect, to remain true to the fairness they had both been robbed of their entire existence. And sheβd depended on him, her one source of comfort, time and again. Knowing Harry was the only one who understood. Knowing Harry was the only one who ever could.
At least, that was what sheβd thoughtβuntil the dreams came.
They started out barren, without detail. Only a feeling, like an emptiness that swept through her. Over the years, theyβd grown darker, bringing together the objects of her deepest fears and most sickening vices, and the bitterness started to seep through her bones, until it reached her very soul.Β
It was a decay of the heart she couldnβt expect her twin to understand. No, the great Harry Potter, the boy known around the wizarding world as the Chosen One, didnβt understand darkness. Didnβt understand weakness, or vices, or imperfections. To him, there had only ever been rightβor wrong.
Daisyβs dreams, her nightmares, were one such weakness. Within them, she felt anger. Jealousy. Resentment. The memories circled around her: losing her parents, becoming indentured to the Dursleysβ¦ Always invisible, unloved, and uncared for. It was a cycle, a never ending sequence of enduring more and more sorrow until there was nothing left. Long ago, she had felt that rage stirring within, and it coiled around her like a snake, revealing a world of shadows beyond; a place where her little cruelties and fears were acknowledged, cradled, understood.
Because Daisy was not the Chosen One. And she never would be.Β
That was a lesson that took her years to accept. Years of soaking up the cold, harsh truth until it clung to her like a second skin.Β
And then came the inevitable. The loneliness. An endless, gaping hole that gradually pulled her under.
Her entire life, sheβd never been more aloneβ
Until, suddenly, she wasnβt.
Because he was there. The boy with hair as pale as moonlight and eyes as sharp as a serpentβs fang. And she hated him. Hated him so much she could hardly breathe. From the very first day his cruel face entered her life, Daisy had hated Draco Malfoy with an intensity that made her blood boil and her stomach twist with disgust.
Why? In simple terms, Draco Malfoy was a terrible person. Selfish, mean, cruel. There wasnβt a defect in this world that couldnβt be used to describe him. He was a blight, an uncontainable force that corroded any light within reach, tearing down everything in his wake.
But most of all, Daisy hated how much she didnβt hate him.Β
Hated how much she wanted him.
Because no one knew her like Draco. Knew the same kind of impurity that coursed through her veins. No one else saw the darkness that inhabited her skinβand understood. That alone was devastating. Because being known by the boy who was her mortal enemy was not something she could explain to anyone.
Not even to herself.
During the six years sheβd been at Hogwarts, those conflicting emotions had waged a war inside her. A fight that had torn her to pieces, laying waste to everything she carried within, until she no longer knew who she really was.Β
But now, as the skies above Hogwarts turned to ash, a sickness twisted through her stomach. Because it felt like an omen. A reckoning.Β
The castle lay trapped in shadow. A bitter grey taint that reeked of decay.Β
She heard the whispers throughout the hallways.Β
βDumbledore is dead.β
ββoff the Astronomy Tower.β
βWhat will happen to Hogwarts?β
Daisy had been standing outside the Great Hall when the darkness fell. For hours, sheβd looked for him, desperate and adrift. But when the world fell away, she felt it. Something nameless and horrible. Something that felt like fear.
Because Daisy knew what it meant. Even if she didnβt want to believe it.
Now, students bolted down the corridors of the castle. They brushed past her, bumping and jostling her around in panic and shock on their way to the courtyard.
Someone hit her shoulder, making Daisy nearly fall backwards.Β
Thatβs when she heard the words sheβd feared the most.
ββitβs the Dark Mark.β
And the nightmare suddenly became real.
No. No, no, noβ
All thoughts scattered to the wind as Daisy sprinted to the courtyard. She pushed past the hordes of students, heart pounding and breath ragged with fear.Β
There, in the centre of the crowd, she saw them. Dumbledore, laying on the cobblestones, motionless, forever frozen in time. And Harry, kneeling beside him, bowing to the fallen.Β
A silence descended upon the students and teachers. It was a kind of silence so profound it could practically be heard, the oppressiveness loud and piercing. Nobody moved. Not a single soul dared disturb the site of Albus Dumbledoreβs passingβthe last place where the greatest wizard that ever lived drew his final breath.Β
Daisy watched Harry reach for the necklace around Dumbledoreβs neck. The way his shoulders curved inwards, grief wreathing him like a shadow.Β
She tensed. The urge to rush to her brotherβs side swept through her, a pull that was as burdensome as it was instinctive.
But she couldnβt. Not this time.
Because Harry hadnβt been the one she was looking for.Β
Daisy looked up. There, in the bleakness of the sky above, the serpent and the skull stared down at them, forever entwined. A force of darkness she had fought tooth and nail to free him of. Yet now it lingered there, inescapable, rejoicing in its own triumph.Β
A chill crawled up her spine. She looked back at Harry. But this time, she didnβt go to him. Instead, she turned and fled the courtyard, the crowd parting ways as she pushed through.Β
As her footsteps echoed over the ancient stone walls of the place she called home, memories crashed over her like an avalanche. In them, she saw her friends. Her family. Harry, Ginny, Dean, Hermione, Ron, and him. Familiar sounds followed: echoes of laughter and tears, years of fighting and holding on and letting go. The sound of her heart, beating with a longing that never stopped.
And then there was the disappointment. The judgement. The wary look in their eyes the moment she had let everyone down. Because now they knew. That Daisy Potter was no longer the girl theyβd thought she was. Maybe she never had been.Β
But above all, Daisy remembered him. A touch that awakened every one of her senses. Grey eyes that saw straight through her, claiming her with a finality that removed any possibility of turning back. With each memory, Daisy felt that shift in her chest. The feeling of her heart veering off course as it found itself beating to the rhythm of his existence.
It was terrifying. Irrevocable.
And she hated it.
But she couldnβt stop herself from going to him. From racing up the Astronomy Tower, desperate to find him, to make sure it wasnβt true. No matter how much her head told her otherwise.
She reached the ramparts of the tower. The chill pierced her skin, wind rushing through her red hair. Frantic and disorientated, she searched every corner of their hideaway, the place where they would meet as equals. No masks, no pretenses, none of the mental guardrails theyβd built between them.Β
It was the one place where they stopped pretending.
βDraco!β she screamed into the void.
Silence.Β
βDraco!β
Still, nothing. The silence stretched on, cold and empty. Loneliness closing in on her once more.
A flash of silver caught her eye. She turned towards it, locating the source between a jutted out pillar and the far wall. Right in the spot where he had once pushed his body against hers. Her hand reached for it, closing around a small, wound-up scroll of parchment crammed into a dislodged section of stone.Β
With shaking hands, she unravelled itβ
And stopped.Β
Her breath caught, unable to grasp the sight before her. A necklace, made of silver and featuring a green emerald at its centre, lay in her palm. A winding curve of metal surrounded one half of the gemstone. At first, she didnβt recognise the strange shape, but when she looked closer, it came to her.
A serpent. The outline small, barely perceptible, half encircling the emerald like a crescent moon.
Her heart lodged in her throat.
She turned the parchment over in her fingers slowly, reluctantly. As if she didnβt want to look. As if afraid of what she might find.
There, on the scroll, two words were traced in black ink, inscribed in handwriting she recognised as well as her own.Β
Forgive me.
Her whole world crumbled. Thoughts and dreams and hopes turned to ashes before her eyes. The realisation of what she had lostβeverything sheβd given upβcame down on her like a rainstorm. She had disappointed everyone. Betrayed everyone. All for her own heart, one that pulsed with that unspoken darkness, an inner struggle that mirrored Dracoβs own.
One after the other, those feelings surged through her. The hatred and the sorrow and the longing.Β
Sheβd lost him. Even after everything sheβd sacrificed, he was gone. The one person who knew the most shameful parts of her soul and all the bruised scars she had hidden away long ago. The one person who made her feel less alone.Β
Less like an outsider.Β
She looked out over the expanse of her home. In the distance, black smoke rose over the castle walls. Hogwarts, burning. Her childhood, falling to ruins.
Her hand closed around the necklace, holding it tight in her grasp. Whether it was to crush it or to keep it safe, she wasnβt sure. What she did know is that nothing would ever be the same. That her heart was forever bound to the one person whoβd turned away from her, going down the path of darkness.Β
A path she couldnβt follow.
Yet, despite it all, she couldnβt find it in herself to regret it. To wish she could turn back time and remove any hint of Draco Malfoy from her life.Β
Deep within her, those warring forces took hold. Her angels and her demons locked in a hopeless battle. She didnβt know which to follow. Didnβt know how to reconcile those two influences dragging her heart in opposite directions.
Now, standing alone upon the remains of her past, she felt herself slip into freefall, the life she knew plummeting through the skies, lost and unmoored.Β
Hi everyone! Just to let you all know that we've had a busy few weeks, so writing is slower. A new chapter is coming soon for you all and we thank everyone following the story for being patient with usπ
"But thisβ¦This was something entirely its own. It came from her deepest, darkest thoughts and even Harry knew nothing of it. She couldnβt do that to him. It would wound him more than any physical cut possibly could."
We've decided to give you all a taste of our Draco x OC fic and share the prologue for those who are yet to read it! We have a few chapters up and are writing constantly, so we are frequently posting once we finish chapters.
We hope you enjoy and if so, we will see you over on AO3 and/ or Wattpad (whichever you prefer to read on)π₯Ίπ
Warnings - angst (will contain other tags on AO3 in the future)
Daisy Potter was no stranger to bad dreams.Β
Theyβd started when she was young, barely even old enough to understand what being βdifferentβ meant, let alone what it was to struggle or to suffer. In her sleep, each vision became a nightmare that wreathed around her like smoke, the taste of it cloying and suffocating, dragging her down into the void below.Β
Daisy hadnβt understood then. Sheβd been too youngβa child. At the time, her only concern had ever been Harry. The centre of gravity she orbited around. It had been them against the world, inseparable not only since birth, but ever since the hardships of their past had uprooted their lives. Harry became her need to protect, to remain true to the fairness they had both been robbed of their entire existence. And sheβd depended on him, her one source of comfort, time and again. Knowing Harry was the only one who understood. Knowing Harry was the only one who ever could.
At least, that was what sheβd thoughtβuntil the dreams came.
They started out barren, without detail. Only a feeling, like an emptiness that swept through her. Over the years, theyβd grown darker, bringing together the objects of her deepest fears and most sickening vices, and the bitterness started to seep through her bones, until it reached her very soul.Β
It was a decay of the heart she couldnβt expect her twin to understand. No, the great Harry Potter, the boy known around the wizarding world as the Chosen One, didnβt understand darkness. Didnβt understand weakness, or vices, or imperfections. To him, there had only ever been rightβor wrong.
Daisyβs dreams, her nightmares, were one such weakness. Within them, she felt anger. Jealousy. Resentment. The memories circled around her: losing her parents, becoming indentured to the Dursleysβ¦ Always invisible, unloved, and uncared for. It was a cycle, a never ending sequence of enduring more and more sorrow until there was nothing left. Long ago, she had felt that rage stirring within, and it coiled around her like a snake, revealing a world of shadows beyond; a place where her little cruelties and fears were acknowledged, cradled, understood.
Because Daisy was not the Chosen One. And she never would be.Β
That was a lesson that took her years to accept. Years of soaking up the cold, harsh truth until it clung to her like a second skin.Β
And then came the inevitable. The loneliness. An endless, gaping hole that gradually pulled her under.
Her entire life, sheβd never been more aloneβ
Until, suddenly, she wasnβt.
Because he was there. The boy with hair as pale as moonlight and eyes as sharp as a serpentβs fang. And she hated him. Hated him so much she could hardly breathe. From the very first day his cruel face entered her life, Daisy had hated Draco Malfoy with an intensity that made her blood boil and her stomach twist with disgust.
Why? In simple terms, Draco Malfoy was a terrible person. Selfish, mean, cruel. There wasnβt a defect in this world that couldnβt be used to describe him. He was a blight, an uncontainable force that corroded any light within reach, tearing down everything in his wake.
But most of all, Daisy hated how much she didnβt hate him.Β
Hated how much she wanted him.
Because no one knew her like Draco. Knew the same kind of impurity that coursed through her veins. No one else saw the darkness that inhabited her skinβand understood. That alone was devastating. Because being known by the boy who was her mortal enemy was not something she could explain to anyone.
Not even to herself.
During the six years sheβd been at Hogwarts, those conflicting emotions had waged a war inside her. A fight that had torn her to pieces, laying waste to everything she carried within, until she no longer knew who she really was.Β
But now, as the skies above Hogwarts turned to ash, a sickness twisted through her stomach. Because it felt like an omen. A reckoning.Β
The castle lay trapped in shadow. A bitter grey taint that reeked of decay.Β
She heard the whispers throughout the hallways.Β
βDumbledore is dead.β
ββoff the Astronomy Tower.β
βWhat will happen to Hogwarts?β
Daisy had been standing outside the Great Hall when the darkness fell. For hours, sheβd looked for him, desperate and adrift. But when the world fell away, she felt it. Something nameless and horrible. Something that felt like fear.
Because Daisy knew what it meant. Even if she didnβt want to believe it.
Now, students bolted down the corridors of the castle. They brushed past her, bumping and jostling her around in panic and shock on their way to the courtyard.
Someone hit her shoulder, making Daisy nearly fall backwards.Β
Thatβs when she heard the words sheβd feared the most.
ββitβs the Dark Mark.β
And the nightmare suddenly became real.
No. No, no, noβ
All thoughts scattered to the wind as Daisy sprinted to the courtyard. She pushed past the hordes of students, heart pounding and breath ragged with fear.Β
There, in the centre of the crowd, she saw them. Dumbledore, laying on the cobblestones, motionless, forever frozen in time. And Harry, kneeling beside him, bowing to the fallen.Β
A silence descended upon the students and teachers. It was a kind of silence so profound it could practically be heard, the oppressiveness loud and piercing. Nobody moved. Not a single soul dared disturb the site of Albus Dumbledoreβs passingβthe last place where the greatest wizard that ever lived drew his final breath.Β
Daisy watched Harry reach for the necklace around Dumbledoreβs neck. The way his shoulders curved inwards, grief wreathing him like a shadow.Β
She tensed. The urge to rush to her brotherβs side swept through her, a pull that was as burdensome as it was instinctive.
But she couldnβt. Not this time.
Because Harry hadnβt been the one she was looking for.Β
Daisy looked up. There, in the bleakness of the sky above, the serpent and the skull stared down at them, forever entwined. A force of darkness she had fought tooth and nail to free him of. Yet now it lingered there, inescapable, rejoicing in its own triumph.Β
A chill crawled up her spine. She looked back at Harry. But this time, she didnβt go to him. Instead, she turned and fled the courtyard, the crowd parting ways as she pushed through.Β
As her footsteps echoed over the ancient stone walls of the place she called home, memories crashed over her like an avalanche. In them, she saw her friends. Her family. Harry, Ginny, Dean, Hermione, Ron, and him. Familiar sounds followed: echoes of laughter and tears, years of fighting and holding on and letting go. The sound of her heart, beating with a longing that never stopped.
And then there was the disappointment. The judgement. The wary look in their eyes the moment she had let everyone down. Because now they knew. That Daisy Potter was no longer the girl theyβd thought she was. Maybe she never had been.Β
But above all, Daisy remembered him. A touch that awakened every one of her senses. Grey eyes that saw straight through her, claiming her with a finality that removed any possibility of turning back. With each memory, Daisy felt that shift in her chest. The feeling of her heart veering off course as it found itself beating to the rhythm of his existence.
It was terrifying. Irrevocable.
And she hated it.
But she couldnβt stop herself from going to him. From racing up the Astronomy Tower, desperate to find him, to make sure it wasnβt true. No matter how much her head told her otherwise.
She reached the ramparts of the tower. The chill pierced her skin, wind rushing through her red hair. Frantic and disorientated, she searched every corner of their hideaway, the place where they would meet as equals. No masks, no pretenses, none of the mental guardrails theyβd built between them.Β
It was the one place where they stopped pretending.
βDraco!β she screamed into the void.
Silence.Β
βDraco!β
Still, nothing. The silence stretched on, cold and empty. Loneliness closing in on her once more.
A flash of silver caught her eye. She turned towards it, locating the source between a jutted out pillar and the far wall. Right in the spot where he had once pushed his body against hers. Her hand reached for it, closing around a small, wound-up scroll of parchment crammed into a dislodged section of stone.Β
With shaking hands, she unravelled itβ
And stopped.Β
Her breath caught, unable to grasp the sight before her. A necklace, made of silver and featuring a green emerald at its centre, lay in her palm. A winding curve of metal surrounded one half of the gemstone. At first, she didnβt recognise the strange shape, but when she looked closer, it came to her.
A serpent. The outline small, barely perceptible, half encircling the emerald like a crescent moon.
Her heart lodged in her throat.
She turned the parchment over in her fingers slowly, reluctantly. As if she didnβt want to look. As if afraid of what she might find.
There, on the scroll, two words were traced in black ink, inscribed in handwriting she recognised as well as her own.Β
Forgive me.
Her whole world crumbled. Thoughts and dreams and hopes turned to ashes before her eyes. The realisation of what she had lostβeverything sheβd given upβcame down on her like a rainstorm. She had disappointed everyone. Betrayed everyone. All for her own heart, one that pulsed with that unspoken darkness, an inner struggle that mirrored Dracoβs own.
One after the other, those feelings surged through her. The hatred and the sorrow and the longing.Β
Sheβd lost him. Even after everything sheβd sacrificed, he was gone. The one person who knew the most shameful parts of her soul and all the bruised scars she had hidden away long ago. The one person who made her feel less alone.Β
Less like an outsider.Β
She looked out over the expanse of her home. In the distance, black smoke rose over the castle walls. Hogwarts, burning. Her childhood, falling to ruins.
Her hand closed around the necklace, holding it tight in her grasp. Whether it was to crush it or to keep it safe, she wasnβt sure. What she did know is that nothing would ever be the same. That her heart was forever bound to the one person whoβd turned away from her, going down the path of darkness.Β
A path she couldnβt follow.
Yet, despite it all, she couldnβt find it in herself to regret it. To wish she could turn back time and remove any hint of Draco Malfoy from her life.Β
Deep within her, those warring forces took hold. Her angels and her demons locked in a hopeless battle. She didnβt know which to follow. Didnβt know how to reconcile those two influences dragging her heart in opposite directions.
Now, standing alone upon the remains of her past, she felt herself slip into freefall, the life she knew plummeting through the skies, lost and unmoored.Β
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Original Female Character(s), Dean Thomas/Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Original Female Character(s), Harry Potter, Dean Thomas, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Rubeus Hagrid, Luna Lovegood
Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Forbidden Love, Morally Ambiguous Character, Child Neglect, Childhood Trauma, Child Abandonment, Found Family, Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fantasy, Dark Magic, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
Summary:
βBecause being known by the boy who was her mortal enemy was not something she could explain to anyone. Not even to herself.β
Β Daisy Potter is tired. Tired of living in the shadow of her twin brother, the famous Harry Potter. While Harry is hailed across the wizarding world as the Chosen One, Daisy is expected to smile, be good, and stay out of the way.
But Daisy isn't the girl everyone thinks she is. Not with the darkness thatβs lived inside her for as long as she can remember.
And the only person who sees it? Her brotherβs nemesis, Draco Malfoy.
Daisy hates Draco. Hates everything he stands for. But when he becomes the only one who understands what itβs like to live in the shadows, Daisy is forced to confront a truth sheβs not ready for.
Where Serpents Lie (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/375844174-where-serpents-lie?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=QuillTwinsΒ
Daisy Potter is tired. Tired of living in the shadow of her twin brother, the famous Harry Potter. While Harry is hailed across the wizarding world as the Chosen One, Daisy is expected to smile, be good, and stay out of the way. But Daisy isn't the girl everyone thinks she is. Not with the darkness that's lived inside her for as long as she can remember. And the only person who sees it? Her brother's nemesis, Draco Malfoy. Daisy hates Draco. Hates everything he stands for. But when he becomes the only one who understands what it's like to live in the shadows, Daisy is forced to confront a truth she's not ready for. Maybe she doesn't hate him at all.
*disclaimer - these are both AI generated and all credits go to the true artists. this is just for us to help set our scenes*
We've been playing around with AI to see our later chapters and scenes in reality and we thought we would share a few! These are from chapters to come in the future that we have all planned out but wanted to hint at in advance for you all! Their looks are more like the second image but the first one of them dancing is more to hint at a scene.
Dean smiled at her, a quiet pride flickering behind the curve of his grin. βIβm impressed, Dais. I donβt think Iβve ever seen Pansy so angry and you werenβt even arguing with her!β
Daisy rolled her eyes but the tension had eased from her chest. βTheir house colour is green so what do you expect? She loses it the second her precious Draco talks to anyone but her. Canβt hold his attention for five minutes, but sure, act like heβs yours.β
Dean grinned. βI mean you are pretty intimidating.β
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 2 of Where Serpents Lie is now live!! (on Wattpad and AO3)
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Original Female Character(s), Dean Thomas/Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Forbidden Love, Morally Ambiguous Character, Child Neglect, Childhood Trauma, Child Abandonment, Found Family, Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fantasy, Dark Magic, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
βBecause being known by the boy who was her mortal enemy was not something she could explain to anyone. Not even to herself.β
Daisy Potter is tired. Tired of living in the shadow of her twin brother, the famous Harry Potter. While Harry is hailed across the wizarding world as the Chosen One, Daisy is expected to smile, be good, and stay out of the way.
But Daisy isn't the girl everyone thinks she is. Not with the darkness thatβs lived inside her for as long as she can remember.
And the only person who sees it? Her brotherβs nemesis, Draco Malfoy.
Daisy hates Draco. Hates everything he stands for. But when he becomes the only one who understands what itβs like to live in the shadows, Daisy is forced to confront a truth sheβs not ready for.
Chapter 1: Prologue
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: Mature
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Original Female Character(s), Dean Thomas/Original Female Character(s)
βBecause being known by the boy who was her mortal enemy was not something she could explain to anyone. Not even to herself.β
Daisy Potter is tired. Tired of living in the shadow of her twin brother, the famous Harry Potter. While Harry is hailed across the wizarding world as the Chosen One, Daisy is expected to smile, be good, and stay out of the way.
But Daisy isnβt the girl everyone thinks she is. Not with the darkness thatβs lived inside her for as long as she can remember.
And the only person who sees it? Her brotherβs nemesis, Draco Malfoy.
Daisy hates Draco. Hates everything he stands for. But when he becomes the only one who understands what itβs like to live in the shadows, Daisy is forced to confront a truth sheβs not ready for.
