Ravenclaw y Malfoy
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Ongoing, First published May 23, 2026

Esta novela sigue a Y/N Potter, una estudiante de transferencia cuya inesperada clasificación en Ravenclaw despierta curiosidad y frustración entre sus compañeros. Los capítulos iniciales rastrean su integración en la familia Weasley y una creciente conciencia de ser observada junto a Harry Potter. A bordo del tren de Hogwarts, la franqueza de Y/N llama la atención, y un encuentro cargado con Draco Malfoy revela una conexión sorprendente. A través de conversaciones incómodas y frustraciones compartidas, una compleja dinámica comienza a surgir..
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