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VAEGON is second in line to a throne that his ancient house lost so unceremoniously. Along with his elder brother and younger sister, the Targaryen prince has known nothing but struggle and strife since the night of Daenerys's birth. They were nothing more than the lingering ghosts of a once-strong dynasty, turned beggars. Lost and wandering, they were no better than the streets they roamed after their savior passed away, leaving alone three children to survive Essos with the constant, looming threat of assassins hunting them at the behest of the Usurper.
IN the years that passed since the crowned stag overtook the Iron Throne, Prince Vaegon grew. He trained, became stronger, and became angrier. There was nothing left for him in the world except his precious sister Daenerys, whom he had protected, nurtured, and loved since the moment she was born amidst salt and smoke.
AND amidst salt and smoke did she prevail. Chasing after her into the funeral pyre, it was Vaegon who was saved that time. Whatever old magic that flowed through their veins manifested in Daenerys, saving the both of them from a fiery, agonizing demise. From those flames, the cry of dragons rang out for the first time in one hundred years.
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11 Jun 2026
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Cassiopeia is proud to be part of the Black family, and she adores her younger brothers and cousins. She would rather burn the world herself than let them get hurt. They deserve the world, after all. She won't let anyone force the into submission. Not their parents. Not the Ministry. Not Voldemort. Not Dumbledore. She is a Black after all. She will not bow to any beneath her. If that means she has to change how the Wizarding World is ran, then so be it.
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07 Jun 2026
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Post-war Wizarding Britain never truly changed after the war. It’s 2009 and Hermione Granger is on the fast track to becoming the youngest Minister for Magic. But power in magical Britain is precarious. In a second, Hermione's world comes crashing down. A marriage law is invoked. Hermione must pioneer it or risk everything she holds dear.
But there’s more to the story, making Hermione question everything she ever believed in.
She would be Minister. At any cost.
She just didn't expect to be doing it with Draco Malfoy at her side.
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If no one would let her be Minister, she was going to take it. And Draco Malfoy was going to help her do it.
**2024 Dramione Subreddit Top WIP**
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01 Jun 2026
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“I, Cygnus Pollux Black, Head of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black, do hereby name and declare you, Hermione Vesper Black, the rightful Heiress of our House.” His grip tightened slightly around her fingers as he continued.
“May the magic of our ancestors protect you. May the House stand with you as it has stood with us. And may this gift I now bestow upon you guide both you and this House into a long and prosperous new age.”
And with that, he slid the ring onto her pinky finger.
...Hermione Vesper Black starts her term as a first year in Hogwarts carrying a surname as old as time and centuries long family history, fueled with blood, family drama and more secrets than one can count.
Follow her in this jouney through first to seventh year and uncover the secrets that lie within the walls of Grimmauld Place. And even her own mind.Bookmarked by Swepzix
01 Jun 2026
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Some stories did not begin where they were remembered.
Hermione Lestrange had always known exactly who she was. Raised among the oldest names in wizarding society, taught to value pure blood, legacy, and the certainty of belonging. There was comfort in a life that asked nothing she could not give, in a world that had already decided her place within it.
But beneath that certainty lay something less stable, something unspoken.
Because some truths were not taught—they were buried.
Who was Hermione Lestrange? More importantly—was she a Lestrange at all?
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01 Jun 2026