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littlemessyjessi · 3 years

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“Chasing Jessi”: A Sirius Black Story: Plus Size OC: Chapter 7: Tinkerbell & The Lost Boy

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Sirius Black Imagine Turned Story

Re-Written and Edit of an old story of mine I had on Mibba that deserved some more love and attention, lol.

Sirius Black x Jess Scamander (OC, OFC, PLUS SIZE OC, PLUS SIZE OFC)

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Sirius Black was lounging comfortably in his bunk. He hadn't even bothered to change out of the KISS shirt and black flannel pajama bottoms at this point. He was reading through a book that he'd borrowed from Jess. Contrary to popular belief... Sirius actually loved to read.

He’d rather die than admit that but he’d learned from an early age that it could easily provide an escape from his horrible daily life.

Again though, he’d rather die than admit and let someone see him doing it.

He was up rather early on a Sunday morning- something that used to be obscenely out of character before he played Quidditch. Now, it seemed that his biological clock was against him. However, it proved rather useful when wanting the shower to yourself or getting to breakfast while everyone was still in bed. He'd been to breakfast already and was currently just relaxing for he had been informed by a tired looking Lily Evans that Jess was not coming down for breakfast this morning. He had been slightly disappointed but guessed that it was because the two girls had been up late talking. He figured that girls did that just as much as boys did. Although, for Jess's sake he hoped not because James had nearly driven him mad last night by both talking about every detail of his and Lily's date and all but demanding the same from Sirius. Honestly, boys were just as bad as girls when it came to gossip.

If not worse. However, he supposed he could just try and read this ridiculous book of hers until she awoke. He had really just settled in and was beginning to immerse himself into this fantasy world when.... "Sirius!!!" His brows furrowed and he glanced over at Remus who was studying on the floor in front of his bunk but he only shrugged.

"Sirius! Ooof! Sorry! Sirius!" "What in the name of Merlin?" he pondered as he sat the book down and went to the door to see none other than his hyperactive girlfriend balancing a package on her hip and apologizing to a fourth year boy who went white as a ghost at the sight of her. "You're ...you're not supposed to be up here." the boy said. "Oh, I'm sorry." she said to him. "I'm just looking for Sirius. See, I have something I have to-" The boy was too shaken to speak. To be fair, she was still wearing her pajamas and he was a fourteen year old boy, most likely with a crush on her. And she was only wearing a big floppy yellow smiley face shirt and some rather short multi colored shorts. "Over here, love." Sirius smirk. She turned to face him with a relieved smile looking so odd with her floral cat ear headband and her big blue monster house shoes. "Thanks, anyway." she told the boy and gave him a one armed hug. Sirius almost snorted when the boy looked as if he may pass out. The poor boy probably didn't know whether he found her attractive, terrifying or strange....or all three. "What are you doing up here?" he asked her as she came to a stop in front of him, "And in your pajamas no less?" "I have something for you." she said simply but he smirked and she smacked him in the stomach, "Not that!" "Aw, and it's almost my birthday too." he moaned playfully and he opened the door and let her him. "Hello, Remus." she greeted the studious green eyed boy. "Oh, uh, hi Jess." he said a little surprised to see her there, especially in her pjs. "Remus, she beats me." Sirius wailed dramatically. "She wounds me." "If it's to your pride..." he said. "I suggest she do it some more. Your head is far too big as it is." Jess grinned in victory. Sirius gasped, "Moony, old boy, I can't believe it! Everyone's mistreating me and it's almost my birthday!" "Sirius, if you don't come sit down, then I'm going to open your present." she informed him smartly. "Present?" he asked. "What present?" "This one." she said tapping the lid of the green box. "You got me a present?" he asked curiously taking a seat on the bunk as the box lay between them. "No." she said. "Well, yes. I did. But this isn't it. This is from my mum and dad." "What?" he asked in disbelief. "From mum and dad." she repeated. "She sent a blasted howler as well. Damn near threatened my life if I opened it. So I'm guessing it's rather good and most likely involving food. Best open it sooner than later." Sirius' hands shook just a little as he pulled the box open and cringed as a howler floated out. It was that same familiar shape that he recognized as the ones Jess usually got. From previous experiences, he was expecting yelling but relaxed when he saw the letter transform and the dark wax sealed lips give him a smile. It began to speak in a soothing tone, "Hello, Dear. Happy Birthday! I do hope you have a good one this year and that you get this package in time. Jess mentioned that you had a particular liking for toffee and fudge so I do hope you like what's inside. She also mentioned that you loved music and so there is something extra special inside from my husband. He said that he wanted it to go someone who could appreciate her as he much as he did. I wasn't allowed to see so I'm trusting that it's appropriate and if it's it not, you'd best tell me so I can tan his hide! Everything is under the shrinking charm so all you need to do is use the Engorgio charm. If you have trouble with it, I would advise you to ask Lily rather than Jess. She means well but she tends to get terribly excited and...blow things up. We are so excited to see Jess making such lovely friends! She speaks very highly of you and bless your soul, you must be patient to deal with her antics! I do hope she isn't being too rough. Some of those pictures... Merlin, I feared she'd nearly kill you with that one on the broom. I've told her about that! Nevertheless, any friend of hers is a friend to us. Welcome to the family, sweet boy. Have a wonderful birthday, dear! May you have many more! P.S. Do not let my child con you out of your presents with her innocent face. I know that she 'seems' sweet but if you give in...you'll regret it. Trust me. Her father has been wrapped around her finger since she was six seconds old. " When the letter was finished it ripped itself up and turned to ash. Sirius was a little disappointed. It had been so nice...he had kind of wanted to keep it. He glanced up to find Remus looking at him curiously and Jess looking mildly offended. "She makes me sound like some kind of animal." she scoffed. "Well..." Remus smirked. "I'd say more reptilian. You do have a certain, what was it you called it Padfoot? Dragon lady...quality about you." "Remus Lupin!" she scolded him. "You are a booger head and I am not talking to you anymore!" "I have chocolate." he said lifting his brows at her and holding up a piece. "All is forgiven." she said racing over to join him. "So what did she get you?" she piped up from her spot with Remus on the floor. Sirius reached into the box to pull out a container and he smiled. "Toffee." he smiled. "Oooh!" she gushed and jumped on his bed. "That's mum homemade toffee! It's really good! She won a blue ribbons for it at the local Muggle fair!" He pulled another out and observed the white chunks with rainbow sprinkles. "Birthday cake fudge." he smiled as he read the label aloud. "It's really good." Jess nodded. "It tastes like white chocolate and cake batter. Mum makes it for Dad every year on his birthday. I bet she had to make two batches!" He pulled out a jar of something and for just a moment it made him think of firewhiskey but he smiled when he read the label. 'Sirius, dear, this is a new recipe I'm trying out. It's called Toffee Syrup. We like to put it in porridge, tea, pumpkin juice, coffee...come to think of it, anything really. I've added just a bit something special to this one. I'd love to hear what you think.' "Mum'll kill me for telling you this but it's really good you mix it with firewhiskey and put it over ice cream." Jess piped up and he lifted his brows at her. "And here I thought you were sweet and innocent." he commented. She laughed, "Sirius, we both know I'm far from either of those." He pulled out a black knitted hat. "Oh, Mum, doesn't want you to catch cold!" she wailed dramatically. "Don't cry on it." he teased. "But she stitched it with love, Sirius!" she wailed again. He resisted the urge to shove her off the bed when something caught his eye. A small black case and upon further inspection he realized that it was a guitar case. 'Engorgio.' he murmured and enlarged it before pulling the zipper open to reveal a beautiful black acoustic guitar. "Ophelia!" Jess squeaked. "What?" Sirius asked her. "It's Ophelia." she said. "It's Dad's guitar. He let me name her when I was a little girl." Sirius frowned, "Oh, maybe you should have it then." "Nah." she shook her head. "I'm rubbish at guitar. I'm a drums kind of girl...much to mum's dismay." She grinned wickedly and pretended to play the drums.

She never failed to make him laugh. He pulled it out and ran his hand over it before glancing into the case and seeing the matching strap and an envelope. He opened the envelope to reveal a small note and a silver chain with a matching guitar pick on the end. "Hello, Sirius. I hope you have a very Happy Birthday. Jess tells me that you love music along with many other things. She seems quite fond of you and speaks of you quite a lot. Which is considerably out of character for her. You have to understand that for the longest time when she wrote home...it was usually to tell us that Lily's eyebrows had grown back or that she'd was very close to finding redcap colony. Naturally, as her father, I was a little defensive about you at first. However, you seem like an alright lad and she seems to take a liking to you. Any man that will willingly let her braid rainbow colored yarn into their hair....well you're alright with me, kid. I hope you have a great birthday and you enjoy old Ophelia. P.S. If you press the guitar pick, you can record yourself. Comes in handy when you're working on songs. ' Sirius carefully sealed the letter back up and placed everything delicately back in the box. "Sirius?" Jess whispered. "You have really, really good parents." he said quietly. Remus quietly left the room, deciding it was best to give the two of them some time. "I know." she said softly. Sirius just nodded, still just slightly shaking until she placed her hand on his. "Maybe you can meet them sometime. You know, to properly welcome you to the family and all." she said. There was more to that statement than either of them were willing to talk about at that moment. Grey eyes caught green and they just stared for a moment. She decided to break the tension with some comedy. "Mum may be swayed by your charms but I will not being giving you your present from me until it's your actual birthday." she said. "You got me a present?" he questioned. "Yes, and I'm not telling so don't even try!" she scolded as she stuck her finger in his face. He smirked at her challenge as he carefully placed the box underneath his bed and grabbed her ankle. "Not even if I do...." he trailed off as he hovered above her neck. "This." She bit her lip when his lips caressed her skin. "No!" she cried out. "Don't use your tricks!" "How about here?" he asked kissing her nose. "Never." she whispered. "Alright." he said. "But I think I'll try one more." "I'll never surrender, Captain Hook!" she called out, grinning wickedly as she saw her book on his bed side table. "Now, now Tinkerbell. Let's not be rash." he teased. "Now give me some of that pixie dust." She erupted into a fit of giggles, "Sirius Black, Lord of the Cheeseballs!" He tickled her relentlessly, "Surrender!" "Never!" she said rolling out from underneath him and racing into the halls, "Lost Boys, unite! We have to defend ourselves against the terrible Captain Hook!" The muggleborns got it, thought it was weird, but go it. Everyone...just kind of wrote it off as Jess being Jess. And James Potter stood at the foot of stairs looking at his friend with an odd expression on his face. "What?" Sirius asked. James shook his head. "Nothing. It's just...you two are clearly into some weird things." he said. Sirius laughed and shoved his friend along into his room. The thing was...he didn't mind her little games. He loved them almost as much as he did her.

Chapter Six

Chapter Eight

Hello, loves! How do we feel about Sirius’ early bday present from Jess’ parents? How are we liking their relationship so far?

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All my love darlings!

Kenny

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sinnerburrito · 3 years

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Jeremy's Companion Dialogue

It could have more stuff but i think it's big enough already.

- Can you tell me about yourself?

If you are up to listen the three hour long narrative of how I bravely explore the wasteland, sure why not?

I'm a courier, just like you, minus the whole "shot in the head" ordeal, used to be a prostitute too, a very good one, now I just deliver packages, read fortunes, steal, ya know, the usual.

- Fortunes?

Call it what you want, magic, lucky, madness. I know and see things... sometimes.

- And what do you see? (Answer differs based on karma/ affiliation)

You're a odd one, the cards you have is always shifting, but right now I see ...

Independent: a bright light smiles to you, thousands of wheels will guide you to freedom out a hill. The Bull don't know what's under its roves.

Legion: Blood paint the crosses, be careful with the fox, 83 is a large number and the man in gold will be not be followed.

NCR: Old laws of the old world has no place here, Shady, Sands, everything is corrupted. To others live some has to die.

MR. House: An delayed delivery, seven went and six came back, are you ready to bet all your caps in a platinum dream?

- Uh... Prostitute?

Look we all did things we are not proud of. It kept me alive and I'm thankful for that, but I'm out of this business.

-(Confirmed Bachelor) Maybe I can change your mind?

Maybe. But i think it would cost you 100 caps to try.

- Nice Tattoo.

Hey thanks. Is a family thing. And it actually goes around my body so if you're nice, I might show you one day.

-What's your thoughts on the Legion?

You're really asking me that? For real?

Okay I'll let that pass cause you got shot in the head but I'm a tribal and then a Legion slave some years ago. What the fuck you think it's my opinion.

-You don't look like a tribal.

Can't blame you. I only dance wearing my feathered headdress with paint in my body in very special occasions.

-Whats your thoughts on the BoS?

Same as the Legion, but not that bad.

I say i wouldn't beat the living shit of a Brotherhood member if they stood in a 1km radius near me.

- What's your thoughts on the White Glove Society?

They have quiet a....refined taste. Just stay away from them, trust me, better not try our luck to see if the rumors are true.

I know them seem polite but don't get fooled, I'm a fool myself and even I can can see what's up.

-What's your thoughts on the Omertas?

Oh, I'm going to be honest with you, they have a special place on my heart, there's not a single day I don't think about them what they did and keep doing.

I don't think they're a suitable sacrifice but this won't stop me to throwing every and single one of them into The Pit.

- Looks like you have something personal against them.

Is that obvious? Well, I do, and no, I won't elaborate.

- What's your thoughts on Mr. House?

Dude's a mineral and somehow still kicking everyone in the guts.

He's not so different from the Brotherhood. He only has more power.

- What's your thoughts on The Followers of the Apocalypse?

I'm on the fence about them. They're good but also not, kinda hypocritical if you want me to be honest, I think they sometimes act like everyone else is just poor lost stupid souls.

And for an anarchist group they depends an awfully lot on the NCR.

But you see, I have a talent to break bones, mine specifically, I don't know where I would be without their help. Probably alone in a shallow grave.

Oh fuck, sorry.

- What do you know about Benny?

The guys at The Tops? Head of the Chairman ? Checked train wreck?

A whole fucking lot.

If I could write it would be a hell of a book. He's an asshole as much he's ambitious.A compulsive backstabber too beautiful for his own good.

Don't underestimate him, if he have a plan for that chip of yours: Listen.

After his personal quest is completed

- So the Vipers are your family?

No No, I came out of a egg.

Yeah I guess so, I guess Ma still alive, somehow. I heard I had a sister once, ironically she didn't woke up after the Great Awakening but this was before I born.

My father....I have no idea, he was a missionary, whatever that means, i think he was sacrificed. That's all I know.

And you? Do you remember anything before the shooting?

- Yes/ No/ Just few things.

Well, maybe it's for the best, a opportunity to a fresh start.

- Let's talk about your tatics.

Constructive criticism only.

- Use a ranged weapon.

I was afraid you would say that./ Keep your distance just to be safe.

- Use a melee weapon.

No need to ask twice. / I'm already using? /Stab stab stab.

- Be agressive

Like that ever worked/ Have you noticed I'm not really an intimidating person?/ Like...angry?

- Be passive

For you? Always./ Anything for you, dear. /Oh,l I like your style.

- Wait here.

I'm not responsible for my actions from now on. / Okay I'll wait here...by myself...in this dangerous place. / Don't be long.

- let's trade equipment

These pockets are not just for Aesthetic. / If I find anything interesting I'll keep. / Be my guest.

- Overburdened

Okay, maybe it's better if my pockets just compliments my fashion sense. / Do i look like a damn Brahmin? / I knew you would break me in half but this is ridiculous.

- I would like you to go the Lucky 38.

(If his quest is not completed) The casino? At The Strip? Sorry, but I will wait for you at Freeside wandering aimlessly like a vagabond. / All those lights make me dizzy but okay / will try not steal anything there.

- Why don't go the The Strip?

Why don't you mind your own business? Sorry, it's not your fault. I just want to avoid conflict, that's all.

* In Courier's iron sight*

Do you have a death wish?/There's easier ways to get rid of me, ya know? / Of all the thing you could shove in my face, why the gun?

*Courier lays mine*

Uh...I feel like I should keep my distance./ It's a honor seeing such tatical magnificent working. / Full recovery my ass.

- It's time for us to part ways.

Awn fuck, I'm terrible with goodbyes./ I thought we had a great thing going on./ Okay, I'll go then. All by myself. In the big bad Wasteland.

*Player steals items or pickpocket*

Go, steal from the rich. / I could show you a tricky or two. / Just keep your hands off my stuff.

*Injured*

Have you seen my kidney by any chance? /Is this blood mine or yours? Nevermind. / I don't get paid enough for this.

*Crippled limb*

Quick question, bones are supposed to be inside the body, right? / It's ok, it's ok, I'm not going to cry. Not in front the mailman. / I don't think this sound is a good sign.

*Dying*

*Incomprehensible mumble* / See you in the other side. / Run...

Location

-Goodsprings

So peaceful, you can even hear the cazadores buzzing around./ Do you hear...never mind" (close to the cemitery) / Is it too much to ask to see your shallow grave?

Would you freak out if i told you never really left this grave? (By the Courier's shallow grave)

-The Strip

Can you believe a guy like *him* runs a place called The Tops?/ This place reeks of cheap cologne and bad sex. / Ugh, this lights will give me a migraine.

- Gomorrah ( unlocks completing his quest and let him in charge)

Welcome back! Thirsty? Hungry? Horny? We got you covered. / Hey if it isn't our Or Royal Highness of Vegas / Don't look in the backroom.

(If the player enter former's Clanden's secret filming room, after picking a Very Hard Lock, Claden himself will be tied up to a chair with a camera set up right before him. It's impossible to either free or kill him).

- Gomorrah / The Fort ( unlocks selling him back to The Omertas or to the Legion)

* Yawns* / Next time give me something to work with. / Already? (After the Player has sex with him in the Fort or Gomorrah)

How the hell do you still alive? / Enjoying the view, asshole? / Told you, you never left that grave.

-The Tops

Do i look presentable? / I know why we here, don't kill him, please. / I regret giving Benny that fucking gun.

- Companions

Craig Boone, why I feel a bitter taste whenever he's around?( When Boone is nearby)

Bad knees my ass, I saw him running from a cazador (when Raul is nearby)

How Grandma Lily can stand Leo? Guy's an asshole. (When Lily is nearby)

Think I have any chance? (When Arcade is nearby)

*Hums Heartaches by the Number* ( When Cass is nearby)

Don't you have to steal a child's Pib-Boy or something? (When Veronica is nearby)

#Jeremy #Companion Dialogue Meme #Long Post #fnv

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searchingwardrobes · 4 years

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The Early Leaf’s a Flower: 7/11

In this chapter, Emma sets off on a search for home, but is she only running? Meanwhile, Killian learns that a voyage may be in order to stop Pan’s evil schemes. I promise, this is the last chapter that Emma and Killian will be separated! I think (hopefully) your wait will have been well worth it ;) At any rate, this chapter has some really important revelations. Oh, and don’t try to make this story fit canon. Just don’t. Storybrooke really is just a normal town, and the only Once characters in it are the ones I have named. I haven’t forgotten about Snow and Charming, I promise. You just have to trust me! (I’ve said that a lot, haven’t I?)

Much thanks as always to the mods of the csrt event at @captainswanbigbang. Also thanks to @optomisticgirl and @shippingtheswann for their beta skills.

Summary: She saw eyes that were the blue of the forget me not peering at her through the cracked door of the wardrobe. He saw hair as gold as the buttercups. Why does the wardrobe keep bringing them back to one another, if fate keeps tearing them apart? Or maybe fate has her reasons …

Rating: M for eventual sexy times, violence, canonical character death, and attempted rape

Trigger warnings: vague references to child abuse (physical and sexual), violence, and positive Millian

Words: About 3k in this chapter

** Complete and updated every Monday** Also on Ao3

Emma: Age 21

Emma wedges the last cardboard box into the backseat of her Bug, and Graham grunts as he slams the trunk shut. She’s honestly surprised he managed it. For someone with no roots, she sure was able to pack this car tight. Not that it takes much in a VW Bug, but still.

“Are you sure about this?” Ruby asks as Emma shuts the door.

“Yeah,” Graham says coming around the front of the car, “Tallahassee is an awfully long way from Maine.”

Emma shrugs. “There’s farther.”

Ruby rolls her eyes. “But you have a life here. Plus, if you stay, you get to be one of my bridesmaids.”

Ruby nudges Emma’s elbow, making her smile despite herself. “And I so want to wear those lovely dresses Bertie at Modern Fashions designed for you. What color was that again?”

“Salmon,” Ruby laughs, “but if you stay, I could convince her to do them in magenta instead.”

Emma chuckles too. “Now, that changes everything!”

“Now, Emma,” Graham cuts in, “it’s a long drive from here down to Florida. Pull over if you get tired, and make sure you check the oil regularly, and -”

“Would both of you stop?” Granny admonishes, shooing Ruby and Graham away so she can pull Emma in for a hug. “Don’t listen to them, sweetheart. You’re young, and you need to spread your wings.”

Emma nods against Granny’s shoulder, willing her tears not to fall. When the older woman releases her, Ruby claims a hug. When the brunette releases Emma, she clasps her by both shoulders and gives her a long, intense look.

“If you don’t find what you’re looking for, you’ll come home?”

Emma sighs. “I’m sorry, Ruby. Storybrooke’s been wonderful, but home is something I’m still searching for.”

Ruby shakes her head. “Or maybe you’re running.”

“Maybe. But when you really have a home, and you leave it, you just . . . miss it. I’m gonna keep running until I feel that.”

“Well, if you feel that for us -”

“Then I’ll be back.”

The two young women embrace again, and then Emma gets behind the wheel of the dilapidated yellow car she had saved for two months to buy in cash. Ruby’s ex, Billy, had done a ton of work on it for the cost of parts only, which had taken an additional two months in tips from the diner. Nevertheless, the Bug is now hers, and she has owned precious little in her life. She turns the key in the ignition, puts the car in gear, and waves goodbye as she pulls out of the lot in front of the inn. She watches Granny, Ruby, and Graham get smaller in her rearview mirror until she drives out of downtown Storybrooke.

There’s a stretch of countryside before she reaches the “Leaving Storybrooke” sign. For some reason, she glances in her rearview mirror again as she crosses the town line, but all she sees behind her is a long, lonely road. She sighs as she turns her gaze back out the front windshield.

She isn’t so sure the view there is any different.

Killian: Age 21

Killian picks his way gingerly through the thick foliage that runs along the ravine in the heart of Neverland. He shifts his grip on the parcels tucked beneath his right arm and swings his hook through the braken. Every time he comes to the island, the dreamshade is more prolific, daylight is shorter, and the trees drip with more lichen and moss. The scent of decay and death fill his nostrils. The fairies are right, the island is dying.

He releases a long breath of relief when he reaches the ravine and is away from the danger of the dreamshade. He ducks beneath the moss and vines covering the enchanted entryway, all of it thicker than it was on his previous visit. He taps his hook on the rock wall in the rhythm Tink had instructed, and it dissolves before him, revealing a tunnel lit with fairy magic. Finally he reaches a quaint wooden door covered in fairy runes. He touches them with his hook in the correct order, and then he hears the lock click. A greeting is on his lips, but he holds them back at the sight before him.

Wendy is in a rocker by the fireplace, singing a lullaby as she darns some of Michael’s socks. The boy himself is curled up in the bottom of the two bunks set into the wall, fast asleep with his thumb in his mouth.

She stepped away from me

And she moved through the Fair

And fondly I watched her

Move here and move there

And she went her way homeward

With one star awake

As the swans in the evening

Move over the lake

As the final line drifts over him, Wendy glances up from her mending and lets out a cry.

“Hook!”

She leaps up and races across the room, flinging herself into Killian’s arms. He lets out a grunt at the impact, barely managing to keep hold of his parcels. He glances over her shoulder and is shocked to see Michael sleeping through it all.

“What did you bring us?” she asks, eagerly taking the packages.

“Everything on your list,” he tells her proudly, “and one or two surprises.”

“Candy for Michael?” Wendy shakes her head when she sees Hook shrug. “You don’t need to spoil him.”

“And you don’t need to act like a little mother. How old are you now?”

“Thirteen,” she replies with a tilt of her chin.

Killian frowns. “You should be giggling with your friends and getting into mischief, not darning socks and worrying over how much candy your brother eats.”

“Or attempting to mother lost boys,” says a voice over Killian’s shoulder, and he turns to see Tink coming through an archway in the back wall with piles of blankets in her hands.

“Oh, the linens!” Wendy exclaims, taking the load from Tink far too eagerly. “It’s washing day,” she tells Hook.

“Don’t change the subject,” he reprimands, “what’s this about mothering lost boys?”

“Shh, Michael’s napping.”

“Wendy -”

“Ok, ok,” she huffs, dropping the bedding onto the small kitchen table, “so I sneak out sometimes into Pan’s camp -”

“Pan’s camp!” Killian exclaims, turning incredulous eyes on Tink, who just shrugs and shakes her head.

“When they’re all asleep,” Wendy clarifies, as if that makes it ok, “and I only go because the little ones cry for their mothers. I sing them back to sleep, you see, and -”

“And you could get caught by one of the older ones!”

“There’s no use talking to her, Hook,” Tink sighs, “Tiger Lily and I have already tried.”

Killian narrows his eyes at Wendy, but she avoids his look by ripping into one of the parcels he’s bought. “Lace!” she squeals. “Oh, Hook, you shouldn’t have!”

He turns bright red as she hugs him again. “Well, you said your handkerchiefs were shabby and needed lace, and the king’s navy was carrying this ridiculous gift for the crown princess from the Duke of Glowerhaven. Lord knows that woman doesn’t need any more frippery when her people are starving, so -”

“Just admit Wendy’s got you wrapped around her little finger and stop babbling,” Tink laughs.

He doesn’t even attempt to deny it. He can’t find a way to get Wendy and her brother home; the least he can do is brighten their days in some small way.

“Hook,” Tink says, lowering her voice so Wendy can’t hear, “we need to talk.”

“In my experience, I’m never in for a pleasant conversation when a woman says that.”

Tink just rolls her eyes and pulls on his arm. Wendy is too busy with her sewing basket and the new lace to notice as the fairy pulls him down the hallway and into her room.

“Why Tink,” he teases with a wink, “if you were getting lonely, you could have just said so.”

Tink scowls at him, crossing her arms over her chest. “Funny, but some females are immune to your charms, pirate.”

“Not many,” he can’t help teasing with an arch of his brow. It’s true. He hasn’t lacked for willing and eager company at any port, though none of his conquests have succeeded in filling the aching hole inside him.

“I need to show you something -” she lifts a hand and rushes to add, “in my books of fairy lore.”

Tink pulls a cracked and faded tome from her bookcase. It’s so old that a puff of dust billows up as she opens it. Killian chokes as he waves his hook in the air to clear it.

“Is this about the pixie trees dying?”

“The island dying you mean,” Tink corrects, “which means Pan is dying, too. He and the island are connected.”

“We knew all this already,” Hook says, shaking his head, “and the why really doesn’t matter, in my opinion.”

“What we didn’t know was the connection between that and the little ones the shadow kept bringing to Pan.”

“Like Mason and Michael.” Killian looks over Tink’s shoulder at the book. He can’t make sense of the fairy runes, but he does recognize a sketch in the middle of the page. “Is that a flower?”

“A buttercup, specifically,” Tink answers, “and according to this prophecy there will be a special child with this mark.”

Killian rubs at his chin. “Felix said Mason didn’t have the mark, and then Michael mentioned something about it as well.” He picks up the fragile book, balancing it gingerly on his hooked forearm so loose pages won’t fall out. “What else does the book say about this child?”

“That it will be a boy with the heart of the truest believer. That his lineage will be both royal and common, magical and non-magical.”

Killian lifts his gaze from the page before him to lock it upon Tink. The pale color upon her cheeks makes his heart sink.”What are you not saying?”

Tink moistens her lips nervously. “The worst part is . . . that the heart of this child can restore life to the dying. Renew magic that has been lost. That’s why Pan is looking for this child.”

“But the child dies so that bastard can live?”

Tink nods grimly as Hook slams the book shut. Fury rises in his chest as he thinks of Mason, now nine years old, a fine pirate already, looking more and more like Milah with each passing day. He thinks of Michael, only six years old and sleeping with such easy trust in the other room. He knows from experience how cold-blooded Pan can be, but this?

“Too long have I let this demon elude me,” Killian growls, slamming his hook into the wooden desk before him. “I’ll gut him like a fish; I’ll end him once and for all.”

“But Hook, you and your crew have had how many skirmishes with the lost boys?”

Killian’s eyes flash. “You doubt me?”

“Of course not, but we have to be realistic. Pan has magic, you don’t. It’s why he always gets the -” Tink breaks off suddenly, her face turning deep red. “That is, I mean.”

“You can bloody well say it,” Killian grumbles, “he always gets the upper hand.”

Tink winces, then tentatively reaches out to him. “What it comes down to is this - it’s time you and your crew went on the offense. You have to leave Neverland, and I don’t just mean to visit your favorite ports or wreck havoc on King George’s Navy. I mean leave. Use the pegasus sail to search the realms and find -”

“You’re leaving?”

Hook and Tink whirl to see Wendy standing in the doorway holding a tea tray in her trembling hands. The sight cuts him deep. For some reason, taking care of people is Wendy’s way of coping. She deserves better. Tears well in her eyes as she gazes up at him. She thinks he’s a bloody hero for some reason

“Hook, are you leaving? For good?”

He sighs as he reaches out gently to take the tray from her hands before she drops it. “Nothing’s been decided yet, lass, but I may need to take a lengthy voyage to find someone. A boy like your brother, actually.”

“What about us?” she asks, her eyes wide now and her breaths coming fast. “You said you’d find a way to get us home.”

Killian closes his eyes, silently cursing himself. It was a promise he never should have made. Tink and Tiger Lily have searched every book of magic they own, and he has inquired of sorcerers and enchantresses at every port. They still don’t know of an antidote for the waters of Rainbow Falls.

“This can be good for you and Michael too,” Tink puts in. “Searching different realms means a myriad of magical possibilities.”

“But how long?” Wendy whispers. He and Tink can’t answer that question. In the silence, Wendy does something that takes him completely by surprise. She flings herself at him, wrapping her arms around his waist in a tight hug. “I’ll miss you. Please don’t be gone too long.”

Killian lifts his good hand tentatively and awkwardly pats Wendy on the head. He looks up nervously at Tink.

“I don’t even know where to begin looking.”

“Well,” Tink says hesitantly, “all we have to go on is the words of the prophecy. He’ll be very young, like the other boys. He’ll have one royal parent and one who is a commoner. One magical parent and one non-magical. Wait, no, I read this wrong . . . “

Killian steps away from Wendy to look again at the page Tink is perusing. Not that it makes any more sense to him now than it did moments ago.

“Of both a land of magic and a land of none.” Tink murmurs.

“Like my home,” Wendy says casually.

“Wait - what?” Killian asks, his heart suddenly pounding.

“My home,” she repeats, shrugging one shoulder, “there was no magic there. That’s why Michael and I kept going to the window to see the shadow. John told us it was silly but -”

“Wait a minute,” Killian says, shaking his head and taking in a sharp breath, “I’ve been to a land with no magic, too.”

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Killian stands in front of the old familiar wardrobe for what feels like the millionth time. Not once in the last five years has it led him anywhere. Perhaps it was only waiting for this day . . .

Tink and Wendy had wanted to come with him to see it, but he feels that he has to do this alone. His fingers twitch at his right side, and he has to take several deep breaths before he reaches for the handle. He knows what this means. If he is to search Emma’s realm for the boy, he’ll have to test fate and see what happens when he lets the light that can take him back home fade. He also is unsure how he will explain this to Emma, not that anything about their friendship has ever made sense.

He closes his eyes, counts to three, then pulls on the knob just as he opens his eyes again. His breath rushes out when he sees nothing but an empty wardrobe. Swearing under his breath, he climbs inside, pounds at the inside walls, but finds them sturdy and unyielding beneath his fist.

Killian jumps back out in frustration, slamming the door of the wardrobe behind him. He stalks to his desk, shoving things aside to make room for maps and star charts. He’s heard the names of many of the realms: Wonderland, Oz, Arendelle, Camelot, Narnia. He’s even discovered star charts that can get them there with the aid of the pegasus sail. But a land without magic? There’s only one way he’s ever gotten to a land like that, and it is apparently barred from him.

No matter. Tink said the boy was of a magical land as well. He’ll simply have to start there. He breathes heavily as his gaze sweeps over the stack of maps before him. Ever since he and Liam were lads, he’s been fascinated with maps. They both were. The Brothers Jones, planning adventures across the realms.

“If you were here, Liam . . . “ he trails off, hanging his head as memories wash over him. Then he takes a deep breath and tightens his jaw. “If you were here, you would find this boy. You would be the hero.”

He taps his hook in agitation as he begins to plot a course. He’s no hero, but he’ll do this for Liam. For Milah. For Wendy.

Meanwhile, in a Land Without Magic . . .

Olivia Bridges has been a social worker for twenty five long years, and she’s seen a lot of things in her caseload. Yet she’s never seen a case like this. It should have been a slim volume of straight forward paperwork. Infants given up at birth were always immediately adopted. This one was especially ideal - the birth mother wanted a closed adoption. Those were rare these days. A successful, single woman had adopted the boy, taking him home from the hospital days after his birth.

Then she’d brought him back a month later before she’d even signed the final papers. Colic.

Olivia rolls her eyes remembering. The woman didn’t deserve to be a mother in her opinion. Not that anyone ever listened to her opinion.

Yet the boy’s file still could have ended there. Colic or no colic. But it didn’t.

Olivia pats the boy’s knee now. He is three years old and still has no home, despite his adorable mop of brown hair and large eyes like melted chocolate. The reasons have varied: colic, night terrors, seizures. None of it should have mattered.

She smiles down at him and reminds him that someone is adopting him today. He looks silently up at her, and she wonders if he’s already cynical at three. She rises, takes his hand in hers, and leads him into the next room.

A young man turns and smiles at them as they enter. An adoption by a single man as young as this one is rare, but in this child’s case, it may be the only option left. Besides, the man has gone through every government hoop necessary. He’s invested a considerable sum of money and passed physicals, psychological profiles, and home studies with flying colors. He’s also recently engaged to his boyfriend of the past year (who’s also passed every test). Honestly, Olivia’s only concern is that this one sticks.

“John Darling,” Olivia says, “meet your new son.”

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Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban: Everyone Lives AU

Table of Contents beta’d by @ageofzero

Chapter One Owl Post

November 02, 1979

Dearest Cissy,

I’m afraid this may be the last letter I send. I’ve discovered that the things the Dark Lord plans to do are far worse than we ever imagined. I know Sirius always said I had a weak stomach, but I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with these things.

Get out while you can. Please, Cissy, I beg you to get out. Don’t tell Bella or your husband where you’re going, but just leave. Things will only get worse.

I won’t tell you what I’m about to do, for your sake. But I will tell you that the Dark Lord is not all that he claims to be and I will do everything I can to bring him down and protect the people and things that I love.

You’re truly the only family that I can trust with this. Please don’t let Mother know. It would break her heart, and Father’s health is weak enough as it is.

And if you do ever see Sirius, tell him I’m sorry.

Love,

Your dearest cousin Reggie

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Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways.

There were many things about Harry that were normal: He loved summer vacation. He loved sports. And most of all, he loved his family.

However, there were things about Harry that were not normal. For one, Harry was a wizard. Some might not find this strange. There are plenty of witches and wizards who would not be surprised at all by the fact that Harry Potter can do magic, or that he plays his favorite sport on a broomstick high in the air, chasing golden Snitches that fly on their own. But even within the community of wizards, Harry Potter was an odd boy.

For one thing, all witches and wizards knew the name Harry Potter. Everyone knew that as a baby, Harry Potter defeated You-Know-Who. Everyone knew that Harry Potter was marked with a scar that night, and some witches and wizards whispered that Harry Potter was The Chosen One.

What that meant for a boy with a scar on his head didn’t matter just yet. On the night in question, Harry was doing normal twelve-year-old boy things, like being bored with his homework.

Harry Potter did not find the essay on “Witch Burning in the Fourteenth Century” particularly interesting. He had just finished a year at his school, Hogwarts, where a threat to witches and wizards born of non-magical parents had been made. He was not feeling particularly sympathetic to witches and the fearful Muggles.

He could not seem to get much further than the first two paragraphs in his textbook, A History of Magic, by Bathilda Bagshot.

The old grandfather clock chimed in the hallway — twelve gentle chimes. The clock was magic, like everything else in this house, so after sunset, the clock did not chime loudly. It had no interest in waking the residents of the house.

The residents of the Potter Estate were Harry Potter and his parents, Lily and James Potter. It was a large house for three people, but Harry filled it with a lot of energy, as twelve and thirteen-year-old boys often do.

Of course, at midnight, his parents were sleeping, and he was awake doing homework.

There was still a month before school, so he thought finishing his History of Magic essay ridiculous. He’d already completed his Potions homework, with a lot of help from his mother, and his Transfiguration essay, with help from his father. The only person who could help him with History of Magic was Uncle Remus, who was not feeling well. Harry could wait a week until Uncle Remus was better, but he desperately wanted to visit his godfather, Sirius Black, this summer.

At school, Harry had broken several school rules, risked his own life, and saved the school in the process. Harry thought he deserved a lot of praise, which he did get. He earned an award for Special Services to the School, and he and Ron had won the House Cup competition for Gryffindor. The only problem was that Harry had two parents who worried about his safety. So Harry was grounded from Quidditch practice and visits with Sirius until his homework was done.

It sounded reasonable at the beginning of summer. During his school year, Harry had dueled another student, snuck away from teachers while the school was under a threat, and gone into a dangerous place to rescue a friend without seeking help from an adult. As great as Harry’s success had been, he had put himself in a lot of danger, and though the medicine was bitter to swallow, he had understood why his parents had grounded him. Now, a month later, struggling to finish his history essay at midnight on his birthday, it felt like the worst punishment his parents could give him.

Harry managed to get an outline of his essay completed by one am. He felt better about the assignment when he learned that burning witches did no harm to witches, who only had to cast a Freezing Charm to protect themselves from the flames.

As the clock chimed again, he realized he ought to go to bed. But it was summer vacation, and a bedtime was the one punishment his parents had not inflicted on him, so he’d taken to enjoying late nights as his only real form of freedom. He’d considered sneaking out on his Nimbus 2000, but it was locked away in a trunk at the foot of his parents’ bed. He’d already tried Alohamora, but it didn’t budge.

Just as Harry was thinking about climbing the stairs to bed, three owls tumbled through the open kitchen window.

An old gray owl, which Harry knew was Ron Weasley’s family owl, was helped into the dining room by a tiny brown owl. Harry didn’t recognize the small owl, but it was carrying a letter with the Hogwarts seal on the parchment, so Harry was sure it was his school books list. The third owl was a snowy white barn owl, proud and beautiful.

“Hello, Hedwig,” Harry smiled.

She flitted up to the table and nipped his finger affectionately, as if she were wishing him a happy birthday.

“What’ve you got there?” he asked in a whisper and untied the letter attached to her leg.

It turned out to be a birthday card from Hermione.

Dear Harry,

I hope you’re doing well and your parents haven’t given you too much trouble.

I’m on holiday in France at the moment and I didn’t know how I was going to send this to you — what if they’d opened it up in customs? — but then Hedwig turned up! I bought your present by owl-order; there was an advertisement in the Daily Prophet. I’ve been getting it delivered. It’s so good to keep up with what’s going on in the wizarding world. Did you see that picture of Ron and his family a week ago? I bet he’s learning loads. I’m really jealous. The ancient Egyptian wizards were fascinating.

There’s some interesting local history of witchcraft here, too. I’ve rewritten my whole History of Magic essay to include some of the things I’ve found out. I hope it’s not too long — it’s two rolls of parchment more than Professor Binns asked for.

Ron says he’s going to be in London the last week of the holidays. Can you make it? I hope your parents don’t keep you grounded all summer. I really hope you can come. If not, I’ll see you on the Hogwarts Express on September first!

Love from, Hermione

Harry had seen the picture of Ron the Daily Prophet last week. His mum had shown him the picture of the Weasley family, all nine of them, standing in front of the pyramids waving. He’d found it pretty unfair that Ron got to explore Egypt and Hermione was off in France and Harry was stuck at home. It wasn’t like he’d gotten into anymore trouble than Ron had.

Before opening Ron’s letter, Harry got the owls snacks and water. While they refreshed themselves, Harry read the letter the Weasley family owl Errol had brought him.

Dear Harry,

Happy birthday!

I hope you’re doing alright. Mum’s just about forgotten my being in trouble, with this trip to Egypt and having all her children in one place. I expect the Special Award we got helped too. I hope yours aren’t being too hard on you.

It’s amazing here in Egypt, by the way. Bill’s taken us around all the tombs and you wouldn’t believe the curses those old Egyptian wizards put on them. Mum wouldn’t let Ginny come in the last one. There were all these mutant skeletons in there, of Muggles who’d broken in and grown extra heads and stuff. I couldn’t believe it when Dad won the Daily Prophet Draw. Seven hundred galleons! Most of it’s gone on this trip, but they’re going to buy me a new wand for next year.

We’ll be back about a week before term starts and we’ll be going up to London to get my wand and our new books. Any chance of meeting you there?

Ron

P.S. Percy’s Head Boy. He got the letter last week.

Harry could almost hear the irritation in Ron’s voice about Percy. Harry remembered when he was eleven and Percy had just gotten his Prefect badge. He’d been quite showy about it, and Harry didn’t think he’d be any better about being Head Boy.

Now that he’d read his friends’ letters, it was time for the presents.

Harry opened the package from Ron first, and out tumbled what looked like a spinning top, except it was made of glass. The ones Sirius had given him from the Muggle stores had been made of wood. Harry had never seen one made of glass before.

The attached note said:

Harry — this is a Pocket Sneakoscope. If there’s someone untrustworthy around, it’s supposed to light up and spin. Bill says it’s rubbish sold for wizard tourists and isn’t reliable, because it kept lighting up at dinner last night. But he didn’t realize Fred and George had put beetles in his soup.

Bye —

Ron

Harry spun the top, but nothing happened. Harry thought it odd he’d never seen a Pocket Sneakoscope before, because he and Sirius had probably found just about every kind of magical toy there was. Maybe this wasn’t a toy. Or maybe it really was a rubbish souvenier.

Next, he opened Hermione’s gift. It was heavy, and he was expecting a book from her, but it turned out to be a Broomstick Servicing Kit. He was grateful for it — he’d nearly run out of Fleetwood’s High-Finish Handle Polish at the end of last year — except it made him frustrated he wasn’t allowed to use his broom.

He was about to open the third parcel, that had come with the Hogwarts owl, when he heard a door creak.

Harry looked up and saw his father walk into the dining room, wearing a bathrobe over his pajamas. He looked blearily at the lit gas lamps and then at Harry.

“You’re still awake?” James asked.

“I wanted to finish this before my birthday,” Harry said, and tapped his parchment.

James took a step back into the hallway to check the grandfather clock. “Ah, I’m sorry you aren’t finished yet, but happy birthday.”

“Thanks.”

“Your mum’s snoring, so I was just going to whip up a light sleeping potion. I see you already got some presents.” As James went into the kitchen, Harry followed.

“Yeah, Ron and Hermione. I think the last one’s from Hagrid. It came with my Hogwarts letter.”

“Wow, summer’s half over already.” James opened up the potions cupboard and pulled down a handful of bottles and jars. “We’ll have to get your school supplies soon.”

While James brewed the Sleeping Draught, Harry chatted about his presents from Ron and Hermione and the gifts they’d given him. When he’d finished telling his father about those, Harry started complaining about his essay. James had a few things to add to it, but not much.

“You should ask Remus on Thursday,” James said.

“But I want to be done with the essay now,” Harry sighed. “I want at least one weekend at Sirius’s.”

“You’ll have plenty of time to spend with Sirius,” James laughed. “I think your mother will agree that one month of grounding is enough. Besides, I miss playing Quidditch with you.”

Harry smiled. He had been suspecting for a while that his father was as gloomy about his grounding as he was. It was his mother who seemed terrified to let him out of the house. In her defense, she’d watched him fight an enormous basilisk at the end of May and nearly die from basilisk venom. She had earned some right to be over-protective.

For the hour that the Sleeping Draught simmered, James helped Harry finish his essay on witch burnings. That way they would have something to help argue to Lily that Harry’s grounding should be lifted.

Harry rolled up the parchment and sealed it. All summer homework was completed.

He went ahead and opened his present from Hagrid while James went to finish off the potion.

Inside the package was a book with scaly green binding, like a dragon’s hide. The title was printed in gold: Monster Book of Monsters. Harry didn’t get any further than that, because the book started snapping at his hands. Harry dropped it immediately. The book fell to the floor and started gnawing on the table leg. When Harry reached down to grab it, it bit his hand. He yelped, and his father came running.

James saw the book and dove to tackle it, but skittered away on its edge. James’s head hit the china cabinet. Thanks to some old Stabilizing Charms, nothing fell down. But the noise did wake Lily. The gas lamp in the hallway sprang to life and she walked into the kitchen with a robe over her pajamas.

“What is going on in — oh!” The book snapped at her bare feet and she quickly stomped on the cover, squishing the book closed. “Harry, James, what is this?”

James took the tie off of his own bathrobe and tied the book shut. “Harry’s birthday present from Hagrid. I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised.”

“He says I’ll find it useful next year,” Harry said as he read over the birthday card Hagrid had sent him. “I wonder why.”

“What are the two of you even doing up?” Lily asked as she looked at the letters and wrappings on the table. “James, we’re doing presents in the morning.”

“These are from my friends,” Harry said quickly. “I was up finishing my homework and Hedwig brought them.”

“Oh.” Lily rubbed her eyes with the heel of her hand. “It’s nearly three am. Both of you need to be in bed. Come on.” Lily turned off the gas lamp and the dining room went dark.

“Just got to clean up the potion, Lils,” James said. “Then I’ll be right —”

Before he could finish, a silver swan soared through the window. It passed through the glass, which surprised Harry. And then Harry realized it wasn’t a real swan at all, but some sort of silver projection of a swan.

The swan floated through the glass and came to rest on the table, where it vanished in a gentle burst of light.

“Alice?” Lily asked and turned the light back on.

“She never was good at the speaking part,” James said. “She’s probably just letting us know she’s Apparating —”

There was a loud knock at the door.

“Harry, can you put the cauldron away?” James asked, and followed Lily to the door.

Harry frowned, but did as his father asked. He had no interest in pressing the issue of being grounded.

He put the potion supplies back in the cupboard and washed out the cauldron, then replaced it under the sink. He was surprised he couldn’t hear his parents talking. The only Alice he knew of was Alice Longbottom, his friend Neville’s mother, and she was very loud. He turned the lights out in the kitchen, then the dining room, then poked his head into the hallway.

It was Alice Longbottom, still in the entryway. She was talking to his parents in hushed whispers. He only caught the end of it:

“We’ll both stay with you,” Lily said. “Harry’s been wanting to see Sirius anyway. Just give us a bit of time to pack.”

Harry didn’t understand at all. Alice left, and he heard the crack of her Apparating away once she crossed outside the Anti-Apparition line.

“What’s going on?” Harry asked.

“I’m sorry, Harry,” James said. “Your mother and I are going to stay with the Longbottoms for a few days. You know we wouldn’t do this if it wasn’t important.”

Lily leaned over and kissed his forehead. “You’ll stay with Sirius while we’re there, okay? I’m sure you two will have a wonderful time.”

Harry was not very used to ruined birthdays. Last year had been the first disaster, visiting his Muggle cousin. This year, he’d expected to be ungrounded for his birthday, and to fly his broom again. But instead, he was being sent off to Sirius’s while his parents went to stay with someone else?

“I’m so sorry,” Lily said. “You know we love you, and we would never do this if it wasn’t an emergency. Go get your things you’ll want to take to Sirius’s. We’ll need to leave quickly.”

Harry grabbed the Sneakoscope and Broomstick Servicing Kit off the dining room table. He left behind the biting book.

#harry potter everyone lives #harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban #hp everyone lives #poa #hp fic

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andystanberg · 6 years

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Red Hair and Hand Me Downs: Chapter 1

No Longer Ordinary

A/N Read on AO3. Read on Wattpad. Read Chapter 2 now. No drarry in the first year, but the endgame is drarry. Based off of @sadfishkid ‘s art of a red headed harry: x

Summary:

Harry James Potter still has dead parents, a scar, poor eyesight and a horrible aunt, uncle and cousin. He still lives in a cupboard under the stairs (until the letters start arriving, that is) and for the most part, he's the same hero everyone's grown to love.

However, instead of James' hair and Lily's eyes, a burst of red sits on his head and underneath his cracked glasses lie a warm, deep hazel.

And so, everything changes.

(Or in which Draco mistakes Harry for a Weasley in Madam Malkin's, resulting in Harry revealing who he is and an unlikely friendly being born.)

Harry Potter, for most of his life, believed there was nothing special about him. He knew that his parents were killed in a car crash (or at least, that’s what he was told) and that same car crash gave him the lightning-bolt scar etched onto his forehead. He knew from when his aunt and uncle had had a bit too much wine that he looked almost exactly like his mother, with his freckles and wavy, bright red hair that covered the mark on his head. Aunt Petunia used to tell him when he was younger that his hair was the reason he was so “abnormal” (at least, until Dudley had brought home a friend with red hair too). He also knew that he had that “nasty Potter’s eyes”, to quote her directly. The only other thing he knew about his parents were their names; Lily and James Potter.

Harry James Potter had red hair, brown eyes, a lightning bolt scar, dead parents and slept in the cupboard under the stairs, and, for the longest time, he believed that that was all there was to him. But then the letters started arriving and he was given Dudley’s small second bedroom that held all his old toys (a lot were broken). Then he was whisked off to the hut on the rock where he met Hagrid and learnt that his parents weren’t good-for-nothings, as the Dursleys often had him believe, but rather Lily and James Potter, who were brilliant in everything. He learnt that they weren’t killed in a car crash but rather by a dark wizard (who he later learnt was called Voldemort) and he, Harry James Potter, a boy who was nothing special, was one of the most famous wizards for defeating him. His scar was from where Voldemort’s curse had hit him and rebounded and suddenly, Harry James Potter was no longer ordinary.

Hagrid told him about Hogwarts, the wizarding school who had been sending all the letters and gave Harry one to read at last. Then he gladly went with Hagrid as he was whisked off to the Leaky Cauldron, where everyone wanted to shake his hand, and off they went to Diagon Alley. Harry learnt that he had a small fortune to his name and watched as Hagrid removed a suspiciously small package from a heavily guarded vault.

They then continued going around and buying Harry’s school supplies and Hagrid patiently answered Harry’s many, many questions about the wizarding world and the likes. Harry, never having been allowed to ask questions before, took full advantage of this.

Hagrid had just left to calm his stomach from the Gringotts cart ride with something from the Leaky Cauldron, leaving the boy to walk into Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions on his own. As he entered, a friendly-looking witch hurried over, and Harry figured that this must be Madam Malkin herself.

“Hogwarts, dear?” she asked, just as Harry opened his mouth to speak. Glad that he didn’t have to say anything, as he really didn’t know what on earth he was supposed to be getting, Harry just nodded. “Got the lot here – another young man being fitted up just now, in fact.”

She led him over to the back of the shop and Harry spotted a pale boy with slicked blond hair who was currently being fitted by another witch. Harry stood on the stool Madam Malkin gestured to, which happened to be right next to the boy, and then she started her work.

The boy barely gave Harry a glance. “Hullo,” he said, “Hogwarts too?”

Harry replied with a short “Yes,” too busy looking at the boy with interest. Harry, having only attended school with his cousin Dudley who bullied anyone that so much as looked twice at Harry, had never really had a person his own age to chat with.

As the strange boy continued to talk, Harry noticed that he had a drawling voice, almost as if though everything bored him. The boy explained that his father was buying books and his mother was looking at wands. “Then I’m going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don’t see why first-years can’t have their own. I think I’ll bully Father into getting me one and I’ll smuggle it in somehow.”

Harry barely stopped a frown from spreading over his face when he was reminded of Dudley. It was such a shame, really, because the boy, although rather stuck-up and demanding, was the only source of semi-decent conversation Harry’s had in years, aside from Hagrid and that snake from the zoo.

“Have you got your own broom?” the boy asked, attempting to bring Harry back into the conversation after noticing he was rather silent.

“No,” was Harry’s short reply.

“Play Quidditch at all?”

“No,” Harry said again, curious as to what Quidditch could be. He figured it was a wizarding sport, or perhaps a game.

“I do – Father says it’s a crime if I’m not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Funny though, I thought even though the Weasleys were poor, they’d at least have the decency to let their kids play Quidditch. Wait till my father hears about this!” The boy said all of this in a rather disgusted tone, finally looking at Harry. His expression was one of disdain as he took in Harry’s flaming red hair and Dudley’s huge old clothes.

“I’m sorry,” Harry began, truly and utterly confused now, “but what do you mean Weasley?”

“Don’t play dumb. Red hair and hand-me-down clothes? My father told me all the Weasleys have that unnatural hair colour, freckles and more children than they can afford.” The boy said nastily, shooting a pointed look at Harry’s clothes. “The whole lot of them – blood traitors! My father told me so. And judging by your muggle clothing, it seems they also have appalling bad taste.”

It was then that Harry figured that the Weasleys must be a wizarding family of some sort. A wizarding family with the same sort of appearance as Harry, if what the boy said was to be relied on.

“I think you have me confused with someone else,” Harry said slowly. “My parents are dead.” The boy didn’t go red, but a pink tinge appeared in his pale cheeks. “Besides, they weren’t Weasleys, that’s the one thing I’m sure about.”

“Oh, sorry,” the boy looked ever so slightly embarrassed, before something registered in his mind. “What do you mean, that’s the one thing you’re sure about? Surely your new guardians would have told you about them.”

“Ah, well,” Harry’s cheeks heated up as he mumbled “my aunt and uncle didn’t like the fact that my parents had magic very much. Or at all, really.”

A scowl settled across the boy’s face. “Muggles, are they? That explains a lot. Who were your parents, anyway?”

“Uh, yeah,” Harry replied, not liking the way the other spat the word muggles, however, he assumed, from what Harry’s told him, he supposed the boy had a reason for saying it like that. “My parents were Lily and James Potter.”

At this, the boy’s eyes widened. “You’re joking. You can’t be Harry Potter! Prove it!” he demanded, in a disbelieving tone.

“How do I prove it?” Harry questioned, absolutely bewildered. How did people prove these things? “I don’t have my birth certificate on me.”

“Birth certificate?” Draco frowned. “What does that matter? If you’re really Harry Potter, then all you have to do is show me your scar!”

“Scar? Oh you mean –“ Harry, still not used to this treatment, brushed his hair out of the way so the boy could see his lightning bolt scar. Madam Malkin had stopped to check this for herself. His robes would take forever, at this rate.

“You are!” The boy cried happily. “I’m Malfoy. Draco, Malfoy.” Draco seemed to expect Harry to be impressed by this, as he looked rather confident. He held out his hand but Harry just stared at it. Draco, who didn’t seem one for patience, let out a huff of annoyance before grabbing Harry’s and shaking it. “Why didn’t you tell me straight away that you were Harry Potter?”

“You didn’t exactly give me a chance, now, did you?” Harry snapped, before flushing and mumbling out an apology.

Draco, at least, had the decency to look sheepish. Harry watched as the boy shuffling about uncomfortably on his stool, opening and closing his mouth several times before finally saying, “I- I didn’t mean- well, you see, Father’s always told me that purebloods were to only associate with other purebloods and well, the Weasley family doesn’t exactly do that, and –“ he broke himself off. Harry got the impression that he was trying to apologise (or something along those lines) and that Draco wasn’t exactly used to doing so. “You’re halfblood, I forgot, I shouldn’t have said that. Besides, you’re Harry Potter so I guess there isn’t anything wrong with halfbloods. It’s the muggleborns you have to be cautious around.” This was all said very fast and Harry had a hard time keeping up.

There was a stunned silence for a few seconds. “Forgot to ask earlier, do you know what house you’ll be in?” Draco asked, eager to change the subject.

“No,” Harry replied, once again feeling down-heartened by his lack of knowledge. He wasn’t even sure what the boy meant by house, let alone which one he was supposed to be in.

“Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I’ll be in Slytherin, all our family have been – imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I’d leave, wouldn’t you?” Harry must have looked as confused as he felt, because Draco immediately backtracked, remembering what Harry had let slip about his limited information earlier. “Just so you know, there are four houses in Hogwarts. There’s Slytherin, the cunning ones, Gryffindor, the ones who brainlessly rush into things, Ravenclaw, the smart ones, and Hufflepuff, the fool-hardy idiots who don’t know the difference between a quill and a broomstick.”

“I bet I’m Hufflepuff,” Harry muttered glumly.

“Nonsense, you defeated the Dark Lord when you were a baby! You’re a Potter, too. That ought to count for something, I just know you’ll be Slytherin.” Harry still didn’t feel convinced. “Oh, cheer up. By the way, I know you said you’re relatives don’t like the wizarding world too much, but what is with those clothes? You’re most likely the sole heir of the Potter fortune, one of the oldest wizarding families alive, alongside Malfoy, of course. Surely you can afford some decent clothing.”

“I- well, they, uh… My aunt and uncle don’t really want to waste their money on me, so they give me my cousin Dudley’s old clothes. I don’t exactly want them, but it’s all I have. And besides, I don’t want to spend all the money my parents left me on clothes when the booklist is so long.” Harry was staring intently at his lap and fidgeting with his fingers as he said this.

Draco processed this information and realised that Harry was implying that he paid for all his school books and materials with his own money, which was rather odd since Draco had never know a parent (or guardian) to force their child to pay for school supplies before.

“Are they poor?” He asked tentatively. Or, as tentatively as Draco Malfoy could get, in any case.

Harry scoffed. “Nope. If you saw how much presents Dudley gets for his birthday and Christmas, you’d think the Dursleys’ were the richest family alive.”

“Then why..?” Draco prompted when it didn’t seem Harry was going to say anymore.

“They prefer pretending I don’t exist. What I said about them not liking my parents’ magic goes the same for me. They’re not fond of any kind of magic,” Harry said in a rush. Draco swore that he heard an “or me” at the end there.

Although rather furious with the muggles and having quite a lot he wanted to say, Draco let the subject drop.

“I say, look at that man!” Draco exclaimed suddenly, nodding towards the front window. Hagrid was standing there and grinned at Harry before tapping his wrist, indicating that he had been standing there for a while now. To Harry’s great delight, he saw Hagrid had two large ice-cream cones, topped with brightly coloured sprinkles.

“That’s Hagrid. Since the Dursleys would never come, he’s helping me buy my Hogwarts stuff. He works as the gamekeeper at Hogwarts.” Harry was rather pleased to know something Draco didn’t.

Draco once again had a disdained look on his face, but this time, he refrained himself from saying anything nasty. “I’ve heard of him.” From the short reply, Harry felt that the things Draco had heard weren’t exactly pleasant.

“Hagrid’s brilliant! Before you, he was the only one who told me anything about Hogwarts and what to expect.” Noticing that Draco still had that expression, Harry continued on, determined to convince Malfoy that Hagrid was nothing but good. “You should’ve seen what he did to Dudley when he caught him eating my cake Hagrid brought me! It was the first time anyone’s ever stood up for me.”

At this, Draco’s frown finally let up. He shot a curious glance at Harry and took in his small frame, big clothes and broken glasses. “Well, there’s no other choice,” he spoke, capturing Harry’s attention. “Let’s be friends.” Draco was determined to protect Harry Potter from that point onwards, and if it meant going against his father’s beliefs, then so be it. (Of course, he wasn’t going to tell Lucius Malfoy about Harry, because Draco’s a – or will be a – Slytherin, thank you very much, and unlike Gryffindors, he was going to be smart about this. When he made the decision to protect Harry that meant from his father, too.)

Harry nodded and was positively beaming by then, but before he could say anything else, Madam Malkin piped up, “That’s you done, my dear.” Harry gave one last smile at his first friend ever before hopping down from the footstool and leaving the shop.

“See you at Hogwarts!” Harry called over his shoulder, just in time to see Draco grin too.

“What’s got yeh so happy?” Hagrid asked, smiling at Harry’s sudden happiness.

“Nothing,” Harry hummed, before gladly accepting the ice-cream he was handed. “Just excited for Hogwarts.” They continued on with the list of supplies, stopping to buy parchment and quills. Harry was once again fascinated by all of the magical inventions (he had spotted a bottle of ink that changed colour as you wrote) and was going over the conversation with Draco in his mind when he remembered something. “Hagrid, what’s Quidditch?”

“Blimey, Harry, I keep forgettin’ how little yeh know – not knowin’ about Quidditch!” Hagrid had seemed truly offended by this, much like Draco had. Harry said as much.

“The boy I was talking to in Madam Malkin’s said pretty much the same thing,” Harry began. He told Hagrid all about the pale boy called Draco who had a drawling voice, grey-blue eyes, and blond hair, smooth and slicked back. He also told him about being mistaken for a Weasley and making his first friend (conveniently leaving out a lot of the negative things Draco had said, because the boy did apologise… kind of, and besides, Harry really wanted Hagrid to like him too.)

“Knew yeh’d be makin’ friends in no time! It’s true though, yeh do look like a Weasley! Not tha’ there’s anything wrong with ‘em. In fact, I knew Molly and Arthur from Hogwarts. O’ course, I know their twin sons, Fred and George, well enough from all the times they’ve tried ter sneak into the Forbidden Forest. Troublesome pair, tha’ lot.” Hagrid chuckled. Harry quite liked the sound of the twins, they seemed like a rather amusing duo.

“So what is Quidditch?”

“It’s our sport. Wizard sport. It’s like – like football in the Muggle world.” Hagrid explained, then went on to say the equipment used in it. (Harry, personally, was incredibly interested in the flying broomsticks, but Hagrid told him he wasn’t allowed one until next year.)

“And what are the school houses? What are they for?” Harry asked. He knew from Draco’s explanation that there were four, but that didn’t explain what they did or why they were so important.

“There’s four school houses. You have Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. They’re like, ah, they’re the group o’ people you share a dorm and eat with. Yer parents were both Gryffindor, so I figure yer’ll find yer way in there too.”

Harry didn’t get a chance to ask any more questions, as they soon arrived in a shop called Flourish and Blotts. From that point onwards, the few remaining daylight hours were spent going from shop to shop, buying books, cauldrons and supplies for Harry’s future Potions lessons.

Once they were done there, Hagrid checked the school list again. “Just yer wand left – oh yeah, an’ I still haven’t got yeh a birthday present.”

Harry blushed and went to tell Hagrid that he needn’t get him anything, but Hagrid cut him off.

“I know I don’t have to. Tell yeh what, I’ll get yer animal. Not a toad, toads went outta fashion years ago, yeh’d be laughed at – an’ I don’ like cats, they make me sneeze. I’ll get yer an owl. All the kids want owls, they’re dead useful, carry yer post an’ everythin’.”

About half an hour later, they left Eeylops Owl Emporium; Harry carrying a large birdcage with a beautiful snowy owl that was currently fast asleep in it. “Thanks, Hagrid!” Harry said for the umpteenth time, staring at the bird in wonder. Something for him! This was the most Harry’s ever received in his life, and in one day too!

“Don’ mention it,” Hagrid said gruffly, hiding a pleased smile. “Don’ expect you’ve had a lotta presents from them Dursleys. Just Ollivanders left now – only place fer wands, Ollivanders, and yeh gotta have the best wand.”

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Hagrid and Harry were eating hamburgers at the nearest muggle train station, waiting for the train that would take Harry back to the Dursleys until the start of term. Ollivanders had been a dusty, run-down-looking shop, filled with wands in shoe boxes lining the walls in stacks that reminded Harry of Flourish and Blotts. It was rather dim in there. Ollivander himself had been a peculiar fellow that made Harry feel a bit uncomfortable at times, though Harry didn’t mind too much as he had learnt more about his parents.

He was once again told that he looked almost exactly like Lily with James’ eyes, but he was far more interested in learning what kind of wands his parents had had.

After the introductions were over, he started to wave wands about. He felt rather stupid when nothing happened and stupider still as the rejected wands piled up. (Imagine his surprise when he found out that the wand that had “chosen him”, as Mr Ollivander would have put it, shared the same core with Voldemort’s wand.)

“You all right, Harry? Yer very quiet,” Hagrid spoke up, breaking Harry’s train of thought.

“Everyone thinks I’m special,” Harry said at last. “All those people in the Leaky Cauldron, Professor Quirrell, Draco, Mr Ollivander… but I don’t even know anything about magic! How can they expect great things when I can’t even remember what I’m famous for? I don’t know what happened when Vol- sorry – I mean, the night my parents died.”

“Don’ you worry, Harry. You’ll learn fast enough. Everyone starts at the beginning at Hogwarts, you’ll be just fine. Just be yerself. I know it’s hard. Yeh’ve been singled out, an’ that’s always hard. But yeh’ll have a great time at Hogwarts – I did – still do, ‘smatter of fact.” Hagrid reassured him, leaning across the table to do so.

The train arrived then, and Harry was sad to see Hagrid go, but, as Hagrid reminded him, they would see each other again soon enough. He was handed his ticket for Hogwarts and told that if there were any problems with the Dursleys, all he had to do was send Hagrid a letter using his owl, which he had yet to name.

Harry left London with a smile on his face and his mood only brightened when the Dursleys ignored him almost completely instead of dishing out chores, like they usually would. In fact, they seemed rather afraid of Harry; Dudley ran out of any room Harry was in and Vernon refrained from yelling constantly. And if telling the Dursleys that he wasn’t allowed to do magic outside of school slipped Harry’s mind, well, what was the harm in that?

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Prompt idea: Sam being one of the kids who gets excited when they get a banana for Christmas when they’re toddlers and maybe one of the other liars kids gives it to him as a joke to film him and he reacts positively? Maybe?

I’ve got a couple ofholiday themed prompts in my inbox, but this one actually kind of struck alittle chord in me because earlier this week I was having a conversation witha friend who has a new baby at home and we were talking about how it’s alwaysthe little things that matter around the holidays. We both grew up in poorhouseholds, so we were happy to get little things. And kids who get excited about the little things have a special place in my heart. I made this one insanely long for you guys (hence the “read more” cut). So, yeah, Happy Holidays!

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Quick guide to “who that baby-daddy” PLL edition, because there’s a hella lot of kids running around…it’s your own fault for talking me into writing these families.

Fitz kids: Finn and AuroraRivers kid: CamiCavanaugh kids: Bailey and VioletDiLaurentis-Fields kids (like I have to tell you?): Grace, Lily, SamDiLaurentis (Jason and his wife Danielle) kids: Leo and Maddox

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The DiLaurentis-Fields’ house was the most decked out houseon the street, inside and out. The flashing lights that made their place looklike a scene out of Chevy Chase’s ChristmasVacation drew in people driving by. They stopped to look at all thedecorations and the timed light show that Emily had set up this year.

Inside, the house smelled of everything Christmas-y. Pine,Cinnamon, Cocoa, peppermint, and the pure joy of children ripping open presents andsquealing in delight when they got something they’d been dreaming of all year.

No one got more excited about their gifts than the youngestmember of the family, three and a half year old Sam DiLaurentis-Fields. He had a slew of toys thathad been given to him by his moms’ closest friends, who had joinedthem for a Christmas dinner at their house.

The toddler had insisted that everyone else open up theirpresents first, so now that all of the kids had their new gadgets andplaythings he was the center of attention. He went through each one of his presentsslowly and meticulously, each one more exciting than the last. He was startingto get to an age where he could appreciate the joy of receiving gifts. He wassitting by the Christmas tree, his face illuminated by the lights. He was surrounded by everything he’d been given.

He’d gotten a train set from Finn and Aurora Fitz, Aria andEzra’s kids. Nine-year-old Finn had helped his new little sister pick it out.They had adopted her nearly a year ago. She had just turned five and it was her first bigChristmas with her new family. She’d taken an instant shine to Sam, because hewas close to her age and she liked his enthusiasm. He also had a very obvious crush on her.

Sam glanced at his new toys. He’d gotten a shark pillow and a set of Legos from CamiRivers, Caleb and Hanna’s thirteen-year-old daughter. Spencer and Toby’s youngerdaughter Violet, who had just turned twelve, had helped her pick out the newLego set for him. Their older daughter Bailey had gotten him a bubble machineand a bunch of candy.

His cousins, Leo and Maddox, along with their dad Jason, hadbuilt him a play set in the back yard. His twin sisters, Lily and Grace, whohad just passed their sixteenth birthday milestone had bought him a scooter anda drum set, something their mothers had advised them against…because they knewhe’d beat on it at all hours.

When he’d opened the drums the twins had grinnedat their moms. Alison had given them an “I’m going to kill you both in yoursleep” death glare, but Emily thought it was hilarious. She’d even called Sam “OurLittle Drummer Boy”.

Now, there was only one present that remained. Cami was theone who leaned down and plucked it out from underneath the tree. She handed itto him and smiled.

“Now, this one is reallyspecial, Sam. All of us chipped in to get this just for you.”

The rest of the kids giggled. Bailey and Grace both pulledout their cell phones to record him. He stared at the poorly wrapped package,but the presentation of the gift didn’t matter to him. He looked up at the otherkids with a nervous smile on his little face, like he was afraid he wasn’tworthy of the gift, because wow, theyhad ALL gotten it for him. It had to be really cool.

“Go ahead, munchkin.” Lily encouraged him. “Open it.”

He carefully peeled away the paper, dropping it as he pickedthe thin material apart. After a few seconds he had it totally unwrapped.

More snickers from the kids. The adults just watched incuriosity.

“What’chu got there, Sammy?” Emily asked.

“I got a banana!!” He exclaimed. He looked up, the tornwrapping paper in his lap. He had an excited look on his face as he lookeddirectly into Grace’s camera phone. “It’s my favorite!”

“It is?” Grace laughed.

“Yeah!” His voice squeaked. He stood up, holding the bananalike it was the most precious thing in the world. “Mommies! Mommies, look it!”He ran over to Alison and Emily.

“We see, buddy.” Alison smiled, completely caught off-guardby his reaction.

His mouth was open wide and his eyes were sparkling withdelight. There was no faking his pure joy. He really actually loved it. Hewalked over to Cami and hugged her.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

All of the kids’ sniggers had turned into genuine “aws” ofaffection. Sam went around and hugged everyone in the room and thanked them,something he hadn’t done for any other of his gifts. After he hugged Aurora hesmiled at her.

“‘Rora!” He couldn’t say her name just right yet. “Look! Igot a banana!”

“I like it. It’s really cool. Can I see it?” She shylyreplied.

“Uh huh.” He handed it to her and she turned around andfaced her parents who were across the room.

“Can we get one, too?”

“I’ll check with Santa.” Ezra smiled at his daughter.

“I just bought some.” Aria whispered. “Remind me to put twoin her stocking tonight.”

“Two? Whoa there big spender.” Spencer pushed Aria with aplayful smile.

“Here you go, Sam.” Aurora gave him his present back. Sheleaned against her new brother with a smile and hugged him. “Finn, mom and dad said Santa is gonna bring us a banana, too.”

“I heard.” Finn nodded, hugging her back.

Sam leaned down next to his dog Buster’s bed, where the dogwas watching all of the action unfold.

“Look what I got, Buster!”

The dog lifted his head and sniffed the banana, then he laidback down with a yawn. Sam gripped his banana with both hands and turned aroundto see that he was still being recorded. He looked at Bailey’s camera.

“Are you gonna eat it?” Bailey asked.

“No!” Sam exclaimed with a little laugh. “I’mma save it. It’sspecial.” He crawled on the couch, mindlessly talking to himself as he oftendid when he was happy and excited.

It was the funniest thing in the world to everyone watchinghim, because he’d been eating bananas since he was a baby. He saw them everyday. Yet, for some reason, this one was special.

“Jason got him a jungle gym for the boys to play on and a banana is his favorite present?” Alisoncouldn’t believe it. She faced Emily. “I’m starting to wonder if he’s reallyours. Maybe he was switched at birth.”

“What? You wouldn’t have been happy with a banana?” Emilyknew the answer, but she poked her in the ribs with a teasing grin.

“Are you kidding? I would have screamed until I passed out.”

‘So, basically, every date night.” Emily winked, whisperingso only Alison could hear her, though Spencer was standing close enough to catchit.

Spencer snorted out a quiet laugh. Alison glared at her.

As the night wore on, everyone settled down. Toby, Caleb, Ezra,and Jason took the boys to go get ice cream. The girls were going to a movie. Samwas still traipsing through the house with his banana. He hadn’t put the thingdown since he’d gotten it. They could see where it was starting to bruise.

“He’s going to be devastated when he finds out the shelflife of a banana.” Alison grimaced.

“We’ll just keep replacing it like we did the girls’goldfish.” Emily shrugged.

“You what?” Grace’sjaw dropped open. “Not Laurence Goldfishburne!”

“Oh, come on Grace…how did you not notice?” Lily laughed. “He shrank two sizes overnight once.”

“I just thought he was on a diet.” She faced her motherswith a frown. “How much fish blood do you have on your hands? How many poorlittle goldfishes were flushed to keep up your lies?”

“I lost count after the twelfth one,” Alison said, almostuncaring. “Ridiculous having to pay for fish that lasted all of two weeks…” she muttered.

“So when he finally died for good…seven years later…we were burying a perfect stranger?” Grace asked.

“Tamp it down, kid. God, you are so dramatic.” Alison snorted.

“Wonder where she gets that from.” Hanna peered at Alisonover her wine glass.

“Didn’t your daughter get called into the office for back-talking a teacher right before the holiday?” Alison frowned, but her manner was that of someone who was joking.

“Only because the teacher can’t handle the same sass she gave our teachers all those years ago.” Hanna eyed Alison with a smirk.

“She started a fire in class, Hanna,” Alison replied dryly.

“Allegedly!” Cami exclaimed from the kitchen.

The adults laughed.

“I wouldn’t have sent you to the office had you not made that remark about me living through the stone ages while we were reading 1984!”

Emily had to laugh. A fire was fine. But a shot at her age was where she drew the line?

“It was a protest! I was just expressing my thoughts about the book!”

“And she’s still sassing me.” Alison shook her head.

“That’s my girl.” Hanna smiled.

“I can’t believe you lied to us about Laurence Goldfishburne.” Grace was still stuck on her long-dead fish. “My heart can’t process this. On Christmas, no-less,” Grace said with a fake whimper. “I’m going to need at least two…” She thought about it.“…maybe three hundred dollars cash and a new iPhone to process this grief.”

“Mmhmm. You’re getting the car for the night and enoughmoney to get you snacks at the movies with your friends.” Emily smiled.

“Well, it doesn’t bring him back. But it’s a start.”

Sam accidentally dropped the banana and then gasped andleaned down.

“I sorry, fwiend.” He picked the banana back up. “Are youokay?”

“That’s going to leave a mark.” Alison bit her lip.

“At least we won’t have to have a funeral for the fruit.”Emily pointed out.

“You two are terrible mothers.” Grace rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah.” Alison messed with Grace’s hair. She handedLily the car keys. “Be home before curfew. And you girls drive safe and behave.”

“Yes, ma’am.” They replied at the same time.

“Sammy, bath time.” Emily walked towards the toddler.

Normally he fought bath time. He’d started rebelling againstit when he was two. But tonight was different, because he knew that tomorrowwas Christmas. He basically bolted up the stairs while stripping out of hisclothes.

Emily gave him his bath. Alison brought in his favorite “Grinch”pajamas and they dried him off and helped him get dressed.

He jetted towards his room, Emily and Alison following. Whenthey walked in they looked at his bed. There, settled among his plethora of stuffedanimals neatly aligned at the head of his bed was his beloved banana.

He pushedall but one stuffed animal and his banana off the bed and then climbed underthe covers. They squeezed in next to him in his big-boy racecar bed and readhim “The Night Before Christmas”.

“…and they heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, MerryChristmas to all…”

“And to all a good night!” Sam interrupted Alison.

Emily and Alison both laughed at his enthusiasm. Alisonkissed his forehead. Then he turned towards Emily and she did the same.

“Love you, mommies,” he said, his voice sluggish and tired.

“You sleep well, Sammy.” Emily snuggled him. He gave her abig hug.

Alison and Emily both quietly slipped out of the bed. He wasalmost off in dreamland. He had a stuffed puppy under his arm and his banana snuggledup next to his face.

“You really like your banana, buddy?” Emily asked, pullingthe covers up over his body, tucking him in. She was unable to resist givinghim another goodnight kiss.

“I love my banana.” He nodded, trying to fight his sleep.

“Why?” Alison asked.

“Cuz…” He yawned. “I have to make sure my minions have a happy Christmas, too.”

“Your…minions?” Alison asked in surprise.

“Minions love bananas and I wanna be the best evil boss inthe whole wide world, just like Gru. I want my minions to have a family justlike you and Mama and Grace and Lily.”

Aww, if that wasn’t the sweetest…yet, most evil thing, he’dever said…

“And then me and my minions and ‘Rora and her minions aregonna take over the whole planet.”

“Love you, little minion.” Alison laughed and gave him another smooch.

“Mommy, you’re silly. I’mnot the minion. I’m their boss.”

“Of course. Of course you are, sweetie.” Alison stroked hishead.

He yawned again. And minutes later he was asleep. The excitementhad worn him out. They quietly tip-toed out of his room. They pulled his dooruntil it was nearly closed and then walked down the hallway, sharing smilingglances at one another.

“Minions?” Emily snorted as they walked into their room.

“I was wrong. He’s definitelyours.” Alison laughed. “Should we tell Aria her daughter is planning on worlddomination with our son?”

“No wonder Aurora wanted bananas, too.” Emily snickered.

“It’s funny. I always thought if any of our kids were going to turn out to be evil masterminds itwould be Spencer’s girls.”

“Or Grace.” Emily thought about it.

“That child has been a little deviant since birth. I betthat’s where Sam got it from.”

“So…next year we’re getting him a nuclear fusion reactor withlasers and a freeze ray, right?”

“Oh, definitely.” Alison nodded. “Our son is not taking overthe world unless he’s doing it in style.”

Even though their son had revealed himself as a super-villain,on Christmas Eve no-less, just the fact that he had his minions in mind andwanted them to have a Happy Christmas warmed their hearts. It made them want togo out and buy every banana on the shelf at their local grocery store. After all,what good was a super-villain and his minions without loving and supportiveparents?

#Pretty Little Liars #PLL #Emison #Emison prompt #Christmas prompt

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jencala · 6 years

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Sirius sending Remus an anonymous valentine, because he’s too scared to expose his feelings but knows Remus deserves love on this holiday. Remus can tell it’s from Sirius by his handwriting (or some other clue!) Thanks darling!

I love this and I hope you like what I did with your prompt. Thanks for sending it in!

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Valentine’s Day at Hogwarts was always a sight to behold; whether or not you cared for it was a different story.

The entire castle had been decorated with a red and pink heart motif and the Great Hall looked as if a Cupid himself had decorated it, complete with tiny cherubs floating in the air above the high rafters, occasionally shooting down arrows that would explode in glittering confetti before they reached the students. The confetti, however, covered all of the tables and most of the students.

It made Remus feel nauseated.

“Ugh this is a bit too much, don’t you think?”

Remus turned to Lily who had sat down next to him at the Gryffindor table. “You mean you don’t buy into all of this love nonsense?”

Lily shrugged. “Love is all well and good, but these decorations are a bit over the top, don't you think?”

“Well it would be nice not to have to pick the glitter out of my porridge.”

“I think it’s sweet!” Dorcas supplied, sitting down across from Lily, Marlene sliding in next to her.

“You would, you big sap.” Marlene smiled, grabbing the platter of eggs from in front of Remus and serving both Dorcas and herself.

Lily smirked. “I heard you both this morning exchanging gifts so I don't think you should mock Dor for being the only sap.”

Marlene rolled her eyes as Dorcas grinned, giving her girlfriend a kiss on the cheek.

“Did someone say something about gifts?”

Remus looked up to see James standing behind Lily, a huge smile on his face as he looked adoringly at his girlfriend of three months. He presented her with a huge bouquet of flowers he had been hiding behind his back.

“Lilies for my Lily-flower.”

“Oh James, they’re beautiful!” Lily pressed a chaste kiss to his lips and sat back down making room for him on her other side. “There’s so many different lilies here!”

James grinned. “Ah, but only one Lily is the most beautiful and special. You.”

Even Remus had to smile at that line. Even though he didn’t enjoy this holiday, he was happy his mate had finally gotten the girl he’d been pining after for over six years. He watched smiling as Lily blushed and kissed James again, exclaiming that he was too extravagant when he slipped a gold bracelet over her wrist.

“Ah, young love! How sweet it is!”

Remus looked over at Sirius who had sat down across from him and was making exaggerated gagging motions over James and Lily’s display of affection.

Remus kicked him lightly in the shin. “Let Prongs have his moment, you cynical twat.”

Sirius flashed him a wry grin. “I am not cynical, my dear Moonbeam. I just think this holiday is a bit overrated, don’t you think?”

Remus shrugged, his stomach clenching as Sirius’ stormy grey eyes met his. “I guess it’s alright if you’ve got a partner, but I could do without all this confetti raining down.”

“Ah, but maybe Cupid will work his magic on you today, Moony!” Sirius winked. “You never know.”

Remus snorted. “Fat chance.”

He watched Sirius serve himself some breakfast and couldn’t help but fantasize that Sirius’ words would come true, though he was sure they wouldn’t. Cupid would never be able to give him what his heart really wanted. Sirius.

Just then, the post owls swooped in delivering packages, letters and cards all over the Great Hall. He was surprised when a large barn owl left three cards in front of him.

“Blimey, Padfoot! That’s an even bigger haul than last year!”

At Peter’s exclamation, Remus looked across at Sirius and the veritabel mountain of cards and packages owls had dropped in front of him. Sirius was red-faced at the attention and shrugged it off.

“Just silly birds, you know how it is.” Sirius muttered. He kept eating his breakfast and didn’t so much as look through his gifts.

Remus raised an eyebrow, perplexed at Sirius’ attitude when last year he had been gloating over all of the cards and love notes. He’d been on a different date almost every night for the few weeks after Valentine’s that year. Thinking back though, Remus couldn't even remember the last time Sirius had mentioned going out with a girl in the last few months.

“Everything alright, Padfoot?” Remus asked softly.

Sirius looked up, his expression guarded. “S’fine. Just too much nonsense, is all. But hey, look at you, Moony, you got some admirers too!”

Remus blushed as their other friends looked over at his cards and teased him to start opening them. He rolled his eyes, but obliged, tearing open the envelope of the first card.

He blushed as he read the first one and James snatched it out of his hand to read aloud. “Roses are red, violets are blue, I think you’re clever, and sexy too. Moony, who is Calista Hutchins?”

His friends laughed and Remus could feel his face get even redder. “She’s a Ravenclaw girl I tutored last semester.”

He opened the second card and before he could even read it, Peter grabbed it and read the equally silly poem aloud. “Moony, this one’s from that Hufflepuff girl in your Runes class, isn’t it?”

Remus nodded, his cheeks burning from the attention and grabbed the third envelope before his friends could. He opened it and took out a piece of parchment, turning so he could read it away from his friend’s prying eyes.

“I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself, and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose from the earth lives dimly in my body.I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you directly without problems or pride:I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,except in this form in which I am not nor are you, so close that your hand upon my chest is mine, so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

Remus - I want you to know that you are loved, today and every day, for who you truly are.”

Remus stared at the slip of parchment for several moments, awestruck, before he realized James was calling his name.

“Remus, mate! What’s that one say?” James prodded.

Remus cleared his throat. “More of the same, yeah, just another poem.”

Lily eyed him suspiciously and before Remus could react, she had snatched the parchment from his hand and begun to read it silently.

“Lily, no!” Remus tried to grab the poem back, but Lily stood and moved out of his reach still reading silently.

When she finished reading she turned to Remus, her eyes bright and a soft smile on her face. “Oh Remus...this is beautiful.”

Remus flushed and took the parchment back. “It is and I can’t believe you took it from me.”

Lily placed her hand on his arm. “I’m sorry for that, I thought it was another silly poem, but that’s not silly at all, is it?”

Remus shook his head, not trusting himself to speak.

“Oi, what’s so special about Remus’ Valentine?” Marlene called out.

“Well, for one, it’s a real love poem and more importantly, someone who knows Pablo Neruda.” Lily explained.

“Who?” James asked, his face twisted in confusion,

“He’s a Chilean poet.” Sirius offered.

They all turned to look at Sirius whose eyes widened at the scrutiny. “What? I do read, you know?”

Remus sat back down and listened to his friends teasing and joking comments half-heartedly, but his focus was drawn to Sirius. He studied him as covertly as he could manage and was surprised to see how nervous his friend appeared.

Sirius’ cheeks were a bit flushed and he kept biting his lip. He was engaged in conversation with Marlene and Dorcas, but he kept stealing glances at Remus when he thought he wasn’t looking. He noticed how fidgety he seemed, his hands constantly moving, his foot tapping against the stone floor. What clinched it for Remus was the way Sirius’ eyes kept straying to the parchment next to Remus’ plate.

If it hadn’t been for all of the little things leading up to it, Remus may have dismissed it as a prank or even a sweet, but misguided, gesture so Remus wouldn’t feel left out on Valentine’s Day. However, If he started to add up all the seemingly innocent occurrences that had been niggling the back of his mind for the last two months though - well maybe there was more to it than that.

Remus had harbored a crush on Sirius for well over a year now and had done everything he could to keep it to himself; he knew there was no way Sirius could ever feel the same way. His friendship was too important for Remus to risk losing, so Remus tried to act as if the mere sight of his best mate didn't set his heart racing.

Over the last couple of months though, Sirius had become more attentive and Remus had to constantly remind himself that he was surely imagining things and reading into his actions more because of his own misguided feelings.

He tried to tell himself that the lingering touches, the soft smiles, and the way Sirius seemed to be constantly everywhere he was was just his imagination wishing for what he couldn’t have.

But this was just too much of a coincidence for him to ignore.

He recalled the night a month before when Sirius had plopped himself down on Remus’ bed next to him, complaining he was bored and for Remus to stop reading. He had asked what was so interesting in his book and Remus had told him he was reading a volume of Pablo Neruda’s poetry. Sirius had scoffed at the thought of poetry and Remus had rolled his eyes and said that maybe one day he would really want to woo a girl and Neruda’s beautiful poetry could help.

Sirius had rolled his eyes, but maybe - the thought alone had the butterflies in Remus’ stomach dancing.

It was too great a coincidence though. He knew there was only one way to find out.

Remus took a deep breath. “Hey Padfoot, want to go back to the tower and drop your haul off before we head to class?”

Sirius met his unwavering gaze and swallowed hard. “Sure, let’s go.”

Remus stood, grabbing his things and nodded to their friends before walking out of the Great Hall, Sirius right behind him. The hallways were fairly empty as they made their way to Gryffindor tower and Remus decided to show some of the bravery his house was known for.

“You got quite the Valentine haul this year.”

Sirius nudged his arm. “You didn’t do so badly yourself.”

“Yeah, but you never even looked at anything you got. Why is that?”

“It’s just the same thing every year, so why bother?”

Remus laughed softly. “Tired of all the attention the girls always shower you with?”

“Something like that.” Sirius mumbled.

“You know what’s funny though?” Remus asked. “You and I were just talking about Pablo Neruda last month and now today I get a love letter with some of his poetry in it. Funny, isn’t it?”

He turned his head slightly and saw Sirius’ eyes widen momentarily. “Yeah, wow, what a coincidence, huh?”

Remus nodded. “They say there’s very few real coincidences in life.”

“Well, this must be one of those! I mean, who knows how many people in Hogwarts are into Neruda’s sonnets, right?”

Remus stopped and grabbed Sirius’s arm. “Padfoot, you didn’t look at my letter and I never told you it was a sonnet.”

Sirius bit his lip, one eyebrow quirked. “Lucky guess?”

Remus let his arm go and sighed. “You sent me the letter, didn’t you?”

Sirius closed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair. “Remus, I’m sorry, I -”

Remus cut him off, hurt that the man he was in love with could have so little regard for his feelings. “Did you think it was a good joke?”

“Joke?” Sirius’ face twisted in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

Remus shook his head sadly. “Did you think I was so pathetic you had to send me a Valentine as a joke? Or was it an ego boost so I would think someone actually cared about me?”

Sirius grabbed Remus by the shoulders and met his sorrowful gaze. “Remus, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but that letter wasn’t a joke. Yeah, I-I wrote it. But it wasn’t a prank and it wasn’t an ego boost.”

Remus just stared at him, not willing to let himself believe what he so desperately wanted to be true. “I don’t understand.”

Sirius closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, his fingers digging into Remus’ shoulders. “I wrote the letter because I couldn’t tell you how I felt otherwise. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship if you didn’t feel the same way, but I had to try. You can tell me to bugger off, you can tell me I’m a ridiculous twat, but I just...I knew you would figure it out with the poem. I needed to see if there was even the smallest chance -”

Remus cut him off again, this time by pressing his lips to Sirius’.

Sirius responded immediately, his mouth slanting over Remus’, one hand moving from his shoulder to tangle in his tawny curls.

The kiss was brief, but it was enough to make Remus’ head spin. He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against Sirius’. “You are a ridiculous twat, Padfoot.”

Sirius huffed a laugh. “I am, aren't I?”

Remus pressed his lips to Sirius’ once more and pulled back to smile into the dazed grey eyes. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

#Wolfstar #Valentine's project #new fic #drabble #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #Valentine's Day #poetry #secret admirer #first kiss #fluff #Marauder's Era #rachelletwin2

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forzalando · 6 years

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Secret Admirer ~ Remus Lupin

I wrote this for my own personal enjoyment, a bit of self indulgence, but I thought it was so adorable and @starlitmoony convinced me to post it :) as a lot of you probably already know, I am obsessed with the idea of love letters. I think they’re adorable and ugh I just love it. anyway, I apologize in advance, but my name and physical traits are used in this, I also inserted my personality into the letters written to Remus, so feel free to read how I would interact with Remus Lupin.

enjoy :)

Pairing: Remus x OC (except it’s me, I am the OC, oops) Word Count: like almost 3k, I really got carried away Warnings: none, just cuteness :)

Dear Remus,

I suspect you’re wondering who would send you a letter on this fine evening. You can call me, for a lack of a better term, your secret admirer.

You see, Remus, our seventh year at Hogwarts has just begun, and I’ve had a massive crush on you since our fifth year.

So, as I sat on my bed this evening, I decided that I wasn’t going to let graduation come and force us to part ways without telling you how I feel.

However, I’d prefer to stay anonymous, if that’s alright. I can handle rejection, but I don’t know if I could handle it from you. All I will tell you is that I am a girl, and I have blonde hair.

If you would be so kind, please tell your friends that an innocent bystander was almost assaulted by their most recent prank on Slytherin house. I just narrowly escaped their water balloon assault in the third floor corridor yesterday. Also, feel free to inform Sirius that he throws like a girl and that I will continue to laugh at this fact for weeks to come.

You may write back if you so desire, but I will understand if you choose not to. The owl that delivered your letter is the smartest in the owlery; use her, she’ll be able to deliver to me even though my name shall remain a mystery.

Sweet Dreams, Your Secret Admirer

P.S. Honeydukes is having a gigantic sale on chocolate bars this weekend, and I thought you might like to know.

Dear Secret Admirer,

Thank you for letting me know about the sale, that’s awfully kind. My chocolate supply has been depleting rapidly; I suspect James is stealing some and giving it to Lily Evans.

I did, in fact, inform Sirius of this newfound information about his throwing skills. As you can imagine, he was not pleased.

I also asked him if he noticed any seventh year, non-slytherin girls in the corridor, but sadly, he said he didn’t.

Believe it or not, I know how you feel about the whole rejection thing. I’ve been rejected my whole life, so it doesn’t bother me much anymore, but there’s one person I could never face rejection from.

I reckon we’re a lot more alike than you think, Ms. Admirer.

Sincerely, Remus Lupin

P.S. I happen to be very fond of blonde hair.

Dear Remus,

Who would ever reject you? Why, Remus, you’re practically perfect in every way.

You’re smart, kind, loyal, witty…did I mention incredibly good looking? Because you are definitely the most beautiful man I have ever seen.

We do have some things in common; we share a love of books and a love for chocolate (that’s how I knew about the Honeydukes sale, I hope you replenished your supply), and last year I was informed that your Amortentia also smells of rain. I’m not sure what your other two scents are, but I reckon they would be chocolate and parchment. Am I right?

Speaking of potions, good luck on the upcoming exam, even though you don’t need luck because you’re brilliant. Merlin knows I need some, though, Professor Slughorn despises me for some reason.

Yours, Blondie

P.S. I just so happen to be very fond of brown hair and green eyes.

Dear Blondie,

I love the new signature! It’s very cute, and much more personal than addressing you as “Secret Admirer”.

Do your friends call you Blondie? Or was that just because I mentioned that I adore blonde hair? Because I really do, I’ve always taken a liking to blonde girls.

I have a nickname, and if you know me as well as I think you do, then you definitely know what it is.

I’m flattered that you think I’m beautiful, love, but I have to disagree with you. How can a man riddled with scars be beautiful to anyone?

You were half right with your Amortentia guesses; rain and chocolate are two of my scents, but the third shall remain a secret.

Eagerly Awaiting Your Reply, Moony

P.S. I left some chocolate in a brown paper bag behind the One-Eyed Witch statue for you. But don’t worry, I respect your wish to remain anonymous, even though it annoys me, so when you go to retrieve it no one will be waiting to see who you are.

P.P.S. Would you tell me what color eyes you have? I’ve been trying to picture what you look like, and I imagine your eyes to be the color of the deep sea after a storm; not entirely blue, but also not entirely green.

Dear Moony,

I did know your nickname. Even if I wasn’t enamored by you, your friends are terribly loud. The whole school knows your nickname.

Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs. The Marauders.

I have to admit; I like that your name comes first. It gives you this aura of authority that I find incredibly attractive.

My friends do not call me Blondie; they call me by my first name. Unfortunately for you, that shall remain a secret, just like your missing Amortentia scent.

I got the chocolate! How did you know hazelnut was my favorite? I sent a friend to retrieve it for me, because while I trust you wholeheartedly, Padfoot and Prongs are meddlesome. Of course, you probably haven’t told them about our letters, so I could have gone myself.

You have a very vivid imagination, Remus. I’m thoroughly impressed. However, the color of my eyes shall remain a secret.

Yours, Blondie

P.S. I am a someone. A someone who thinks you are beautiful exactly the way you are. Which means that a man, you specifically, despite the scars, can be beautiful. I happen to like your scars. They suit you. I can’t imagine you without them, and if I try to, I don’t find you as attractive. So, chew on that, Remus.

Dearest Mystery Eyed Blondie,

Aura of authority, eh? That’s interesting, so you like men in power?

I’m honored that I am the only one that gets to call you Blondie. One day I’ll discover your name, and when I do, I can only imagine how beautiful it will sound when I speak it.

Yes, my friends can be quite meddlesome. However, they respect my wishes, so I told them not to hide out by the statue searching for a blonde girl that would pick up the package.

Of course I told them about our letters, they’ve become something I greatly look forward to. Besides, it’s fun to tease Sirius about how there’s a girl in the school besides Lily who isn’t mad for him.

You definitely are a someone; a very mysterious someone. I am rather intrigued by you. I find myself thinking about you all the time, wondering where you are, and what you’re doing. Won’t you tell me who you are?

Affectionately, Moony

P.S. I’ve never had someone tell me that they like my scars. You are extraordinarily special, Blondie.

Dearest Moony,

I wouldn’t necessarily say I like men in positions of power; it’s more or less that I find everything about you incredibly attractive.

Are you flirting with me, Remus? You sneaky boy, flattery will get you nowhere! I am quite stubborn; it will take more than a clever line to get me to bend to your will.

If you ever tell them I said this, I’ll deny it, but your friends are very amusing. I may avoid their pranks like the plague, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like or admire them. They seem to be amazing people.

Yes, I’m most definitely not interested in Sirius. You’re much more attractive; both in looks and personality. If it won’t hurt his ego too much, you can inform him that I know of at least ten girls in our year, in addition to Lily and I, that aren’t attracted to him.

I kind of like having an aura of mystery, can’t I keep going a little longer? And truthfully, I enjoy talking to you behind a mask, because it means that I can say things to you that I know I never could if you discover my identity.

Yours Truly, Blondie

P.S. Extraordinarily special, huh? These lines aren’t going to work, Remus, I’m still not telling you!

Blondie,

You think I’m feeding you lines? Just to get what I want?

I’m not a liar, or manipulative, by any means.

If I say something, I mean it.

- Remus

Remus,

Godric, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to insinuate anything negative about you. I would never intentionally hurt you, that is the very last thing I would ever want to do. I know you would never lie or manipulate someone, I truly know that.

It’s just so difficult to believe you could see me as special. You don’t even know who I am, how can you possibly believe that?

Please Forgive Me, Blondie

Remus,

It’s been three days and I haven’t heard from you.

If my stupid insecurities ruined everything, I’ll jump into the Black Lake and live among the mermaids for the rest of forever.

Remus, there isn’t a single thing I would change about you. I know that you are honest and always have pure intentions. Everything about you is good and warm. You are astonishingly perfect.

Even if you never want to speak to me again, please forgive me. I can’t bear the thought of you mad at me.

Please.

Desperately Seeking Your Forgiveness, Blondie

Dearest Blondie,

Of course I forgive you, and I’m so sorry for not replying to your first letter and making you worry.

I was sick and in the hospital wing. Unfortunately, Madame Pomfrey didn’t think that responding to my letters was important.

I’m sorry for being cross, I know you were teasing. It just irritated me that you don’t see how wonderful you are.

You make me smile and you make me laugh. You see me for who I am, even though I have no idea who you are. You see my scars, and somehow, still find me beautiful.

I think you are beautiful, as well. Your personality shines in the letters you send me, and it is beautiful. You are smart, funny, observant, kindhearted…do I need to continue? I will if you ask me to.

How can someone so enchanting and captivating on paper be anything less than stunning to me?

Affectionately Yours, Moony

Dearest Moony,

Sick and in the hospital wing, hmm? I know. I’ve known since last year. I’m observant, remember? I was so worried that you weren’t responding out of anger that I completely forgot what time of the month it was.

I still find you to be the most perfect man in the whole world. When I figured it out, my affections for you didn’t falter in the slightest. If anything, they grew stronger.

I don’t know what to say, Remus. It was practically impossible to sit in the Great Hall this morning and not run over to you and kiss the bloody hell out of you. Would you like to play a guessing game? I have a feeling you’ll be able to win, you’re quite clever.

1. You already know my hair is blonde, but it is far from short. It reaches all the way down my back. It’s quite annoying, really. 2. I am also a Gryffindor. (Isn’t it kind of fun that I’ve been practically under your nose this whole time?) 3. If I am not spending time with Hufflepuff Chaser Anna Howell (Your Potions partner from last year! Now you can stop wondering who told me about your Amortentia. I’m still curious as to what your third scent is!), I can be found with Lily Evans or Marlene McKinnon! (I really have been right under your nose this whole time!) 4. You should know who this is by now, but just in case your massive brain decided to stop working, I got an O on the Charms essay you helped me with last week, just like you promised. (Honestly, right under your nose.)

Love, Blondie

Remus stared with wide eyes at the letter in his hand. In the back of his mind, ever since he received the very first letter, he had hoped and prayed it was you. He had even imagined he was writing to you!

You really had thought of everything to keep your identity a secret; a charm that changed your handwriting prevented him from recognizing the familiar way you looped your y’s or the way you always wrote half in print and half in cursive.

He found it adorable, even though it drove all of your professors crazy.

Remus read your clues one more time, just to make sure he wasn’t imagining that the girl who had been writing to him was the same girl he had been dreaming about since his fourth year. A girl that was his friend, albeit not a best friend, but, in his eyes, a close friend.

How had you both been so oblivious?

There were signs in multiple letters that should have made him realize it was you, but he had always thought you were too good for him; too beautiful, too pure, too kindhearted, and these feelings blinded him.

Remus carefully set your final letter on his bed and took the stairs down to the common room three at a time in an effort to get there as quickly as possible.

Remus quickly took a seat next to you on the couch, and watched you close your book and turn your attention to him. It was very late, and you always spent your nights reading in the common room. Sometimes he would join you, but if he wasn’t with you then you were alone.

He looked at you as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn’t seem to find the words since his mouth kept opening and closing like a fish.

“Did you lose your voice, Remus?”

He contemplated, for a fraction of a second, responding to your sarcasm, but decided he would rather crush his lips to yours in a searing kiss.

His large, rough hands cradled your face delicately, but his lips attacked your own with a fiery passion you had always suspected was inside of him, despite his gentle nature.

With a soft tug on your bottom lip, Remus pulled away slightly and let his breath mingle with your own.

“I told you that you would win the guessing game,” you giggled softly.

“Honestly, Marissa, you’re hilarious. You do realize we’re both complete halfwits, right? I should have known it was you when you said your amortentia smelled of rain. Who else in this bloody school goes outside during rainstorms? I also should have realized when you said hazelnut was your favorite flavor of chocolate. I literally bought hazelnut chocolate for you, hoping it was you, without realizing that it actually was you.”

“You had hoped it was me?”

“Are you serious? Did you not read my description of your eyes? I imagined my secret admirer with the exact same color eyes as you!”

“You said you imagined eyes like the deep sea after a storm, I thought it was a chat-up line, nobody says things like that unless they’re hopelessly in – “

“Hopelessly in love? Well, yeah, that’s because I am. Hopelessly in love with you.”

“I’d call you a two-timer but that wouldn’t be fair since the whole time you were writing letters to me, you had no idea who I was but you were imagining and hoping it was me.”

“Did you ignore what I said on purpose or are you teasing me?”

“I’m teasing you, Rem, what else would you expect from me?”

“Maybe an ‘I love you, too’ or a snog or, I don’t know, anything other than making jokes about me being a two-timer when you’re the only girl I’ve had eyes for since I was 14.”

“Remus, I am desperately in love with you.”

He captured your lips in another passionate kiss, this time using his hands to grip your waist and pull you against his chest. His lips left your mouth to explore your neck, leaving a trail of love-bites you would be annoyed at later.

Suddenly, his lips stopped moving and you heard him giggle against your skin.

“Do you want to know what my third scent is?”

“Really? That’s what you’re thinking about during the middle of our first snog session?”

“It’s your perfume, I can taste it on your neck.”

“Do I taste good?”

“Oh love, you taste delicious,” he growled as his grip on your waist tightened.

You flopped back dramatically on the couch and pulled him with you.

“Well, devour me then, Remus,” you whispered in his ear.

“I am so in love with you, Marissa.”

“I love you too, now kiss me before I spontaneously combust, I’ve been waiting two bloody years for this.”

#remus lupin imagine #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin angst #remus lupin #marauders imagine #marauders fluff #marauders era #marauders #marauders angst

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gemturtle · 7 years

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The Ninja Turtles and the Louds - Prologue

Hello everyone, I just wanted to say sorry for the long wait for the prologue, I just had too much to think about when trying to think about some ideas. I have too much to think about and even need sometime to plan which episodes of TLH and stories of TMNT to adapt here, so until I work it out, this story may take a while.

I would also like to give credit to writeroffanfiction for helping make this into literacy format and writing some of the dialouge.

“Prologue”

3 MONTHS AGO

It was a sunny day in the Big Apple, it all started casually at the moment with nothing really special going on until the Channel Six News came on and the news anchor lady with a yellow suit and brown hair with a ponytail, Catherine Savino, was making a report about the recent crime activity:

"So far, there have been more reports of disturbances and theft in our fair city. These are obviously much more than just a series of small, isolated incidents. It's apparent that an organized criminal element is at work, and at the moment, business is good. So good, in fact, there appear to be no eyewitnesses to any of these crimes. With complaints ranging from purse-snatching to breaking and entering, police switchboards have been swamped with the angry voices of more and more citizens, who have fallen prey to the recent surge of crime that continues to plague the city."

It then shows a bunch thugs taking in a bunch of departed goods away from a truck and onto their getaway truck.

"Instead of getting better, things have gotten worse. Even more alarming is the baffling and often bizarre nature of these crimes. From my research, I’ve found that merchandise of every size and description, from phones and televisions, any many other electronic appliances have been disappearing from store shelves and storage areas at an alarming rate. Even the victims themselves rarely glimpse the thieves. Sometimes people don’t even know they’ve been robbed until it’s too late. In fact, it seems that police don’t even have any eyewitnesses yet; only a few reports of young boys or teenagers to the scenes have been filed."

A man reading the newspaper was pickpocketed by a young teen but didn't notice it. The wallet switches hands and other crimes are happening throughout the city. A man delivering packages helps unload one of the boxes but as soon as he turns to the truck everything is gone. A middle-aged black woman turns away from her TV to pick up something and it's pulled off the balcony, the only thing she sees is a teenager running away.

"But whoever is behind these crimes, one thing is certain; these are much more than just a series of random incidents. Who are we gonna call? Unfortunately, the police are the only ones available to help fight off what people are now calling ‘The Silent Crime Wave’. But maybe the most disturbing silence is that coming from City Hall. This is Catherine Savino on channel Six News"

Meanwhile, there was a van in the middle of the Manhattan driving around. Inside the van contained a family of 13 people; 1 father, 1 mother, 10 sisters, and a brother.

The mother was named Rita Loud, who wears a pink shirt with a white collar and cuffs and purple pants and has big blonde hair. She was concerned about their new home. "I still can't believe that you had to get a job transfer here at Manhattan. Do you know what kind of street crimes happen here both day and night?" said Rita.

"I know, I really hate to move." A brown haired man in a green sweater, plaid cuffs, and collar, and khaki pants named Lynn Sr told his wife.

A white-haired eleven years old named Lincoln Loud wearing an orange shirt and jeans muttered he was the only brother in the Loud family and display's an interest in video games and comic books: "I rather do that than live here."

"Do what, little bro?", asked Luna Loud, who wears a purple t-shirt with a skull, torn crew neck and triangular sleeves, and a plaid skirt. She had a passion for music, especially Rock 'N' Roll. She is the closest to her brother and a role model big sister to him as well.

The boy told her, in a tone rather bitter "Move back, I didn't want to leave to a new city and leave my friends behind back at Michigan."

The girls and the parents looked rather worried considering when they moved Lincoln had too many things behind. Lynn Sr. intervene, "Son, I know you don't like this but look on the bright side you'll make new friends, experience new things and---"

Lincoln interrupted his father by saying "And getting mugged or robbed?" The rest of the sentence died in his father's voice.

"C'mon Linky, I don't think it will be totes bad. Like, I'm looking forward to seeing all the tall buildings, the clothes and shoe stores, the malls, and this big apple that everyone keeps talking about. Hopefully, we get to taste it!" said Leni Loud, who is kind-hearted, but also not very bright. She wears sunglasses and had a sea foam green dress. Like Luna, she was also closest to her brother. "Now can you please show us that adorable little smile of yours again?" She asked.

“I’m not THAT adorable,” muttered Lincoln.

"I'm looking forward to the stand-ups, some of the greats performed here. Just remember when it comes to crimes in New York, try not to get city reckless! Ha! Ha! Get it?!" A girl with brown hair and a ponytail in a white shirt and yellow plaid skirt, with a flower on the shirt, told her brother. This is Luan Loud the resident jokester of the family but she tends to either go overboard or the puns fall flat. The rest of the family groaned at her joke except for Lynn Sr.

"Well I for once side with Lincoln, It's unbelievable that we had to move out into the city, I LITERALLY had to leave all my friends, my school, my good old life!" said Lori Loud, who is the oldest sibling in the family. While sometimes pushy and abrasive, is truly a caring sister, and leader at heart.

"How do think I feel. The lawsh in New York City will make it impossible to get the materialsh for my experimentsh!" A four-year-old with huge glasses wearing a light green sweater and purple pants complained to her older sister. That's Lisa Loud she's the brains of the family although she's four and sometimes slightly obsessed with the pursuit of science.

"But aren't you excited about living in the city with the largest sewer system? I mean, it comes in handy for your science stuff, especially with you poop studies! I just wanna chance to explore it!" The six-year-old twin excitedly stated. Her name was Lana Loud, she was a tomboy who liked animals and getting messy. She wears a red baseball cap backward, white sneakers with blue stripes, and a murky green t-shirt under dark blue overalls.

"Puh-lease as if any would want to live in the trash capital!" A blonde girl wearing a pink glittery dress and a tiara complained. That prima-donna was Lola Loud the princess and spoiled brat of the Loud family. Though she does have her moments of kindness.

"Poo-poo, ee lak nuv yak!" The babbling came from the youngest sibling Lily Loud. She was just a baby but she loves her entire family and could understand them somewhat.

"I like the city at night." A black haired girl wearing a black dress, her bang's covering her eyes. "AAH!" The entire family jumped at her entrance. This goth gal is Lucy Loud the dark influence of the Louds with a love of the supernatural especially vampires "All the buildings in the dark reminded me of old castles, especially the ones with the gargoyle statues."

Then the girl with a red and white sports shirt and brown hair with a ponytail has a baseball bat with her. "Whatever you say spooky, I'm hoping to actually meet some sports teams like the New York Yankees!" Her name was Lynn Loud Jr., and she was into anything sports related.

"Now we all know it's a big change for us, it's hard but good. And you kids are going to love our new home, we're almost there" said Lynn Sr. Just as he said it, the Vanzilla broke down like it usually does.

"This is why we should get a new car," Rita told her husband who wore a sheepish look. They realized that Vanzilla broke down in a rather shady part of New York.

Lana grabbed her toolbelt with a determined look, "Don't worry guys, I'll see what I can do about the engine! If not, we're pushing her!"

"And the moving truck will beat to the house." groaned Lynn Sr.

Lori looked worried, "Still, why did we have to stop in one of the darkest places in Manhattan!"

Unfortunately, they didn't notice a group of teens was slowly walking towards, all of them screaming trouble. The led teen, wearing a red vest, black shirt and ripped jeans asked. "You folks need some help?"

The Loud Family turned around to see them and all of them were soaked with nervousness. "Ummmm, that's okay! We got everything under control here!" Lincoln stated nervously.

Rita then intervened, "Shouldn't you kids be back home with your families at this time?!"

A bigger teen, wearing a muscle shirt and shorts, just leaned against Vanzilla and told them."Come on we love helping people out." Another teen wearing a blazer and kakhis answered: "Oh, they won't mind especially if we bring them something." The teen brought out a knife and the other teens followed his suit.

Lynn Sr. gulped at this, along with the rest of the family, knowing that they are in deep trouble, "Muggers! Alright look we don't want any trouble, just stay back before we get the authorities involved."

But Leni stated, "But why dad? They just offered us a free knife." The rest of the Louds facepalmed at Leni's comment.

The teens just laughed at what he said. "Pops, you haven't noticed the authorities are too busy with other things. Anyone want the dumb one?" The larger teen raised his hand "I always liked how she smelled." The Loud family began to shake in fear what the teens would do to them.

The larger teen was approaching Leni, but Lincoln went right in front of her and told the teen off, "Don't you dare lay a hand on my sister, or you're gonna be sorry!"

"KILL THE LIGHTS!" yelled the mysterious figure. Just then a sai was thrown at light pole making the whole are pitch black. Soon screams and punches were heard making the Louds completely scared.

Soon, sirens were heard and the police arrive at the scene with them holding flashlights and sees the group of teens beaten to the ground and all tied up.

The Loud Family was rather surprised by all work that had been done, even Lucy was amazed by the occurrence. "What just happened?"

Lincoln stated, "I have no idea."

They all decided to go back to the Vanzilla to check the engine but was surprised by the fact that it had already been fixed. Lana was astounded by all the handiwork, "Woah, the girl just magically fix herself!"

All the Louds saw the work and were amazed as well. "Ohmygosh, our van is magic!" stated Leni.

For the Louds, it was like a miracle. But what they didn't notice was a 3 fingered hand coming out from under the manhole cover to retrieve the sai that was thrown without anyone looking.

Soon, after driving down the street they stop at the two-story brick house. "Guys welcome to our new home. Most of you'll still have to share a room but there are two bathrooms."

After getting out and start to unload Vanzilla they see a redheaded teenage girl with a ponytail wearing a yellow jersey like shirt with the number 5 and wearing red pants; and even though she was still young, she had a very curvy figure, most noticeably her buxom chest. She was riding her bicycle and stopped when she saw that there were some new neighbors, "Are you the new neighbors who bought this house?"

Some of the older Loud sisters noticed her assets and quickly became a little jealous, while Lincoln was lovestruck. He had never seen a girl that looked so beautiful and angelic, her voice was even heartwarming every time she spoke. With a dreamy tone, he answered. "Yes, and you beautiful angel?"

She blushed by her question and even giggled before she answered, though she was rather shy by looks she was getting by the sisters. "My name is April, April O'Neil." She then bent down to Lincoln, "And who might you be cute little boy?"

Lincoln blushed by April's compliment and making him shy as well. Lori then rudely separates them and tells April "His name's Lincoln."

April didn't flinch from that, considering she's used to this and asks "And you are??"

Lori states "Lori, Lori Loud, he's my brother and the rest are my sisters." She continues to look at April's chest area seeing how big it is and reluctantly asks, "So you seem........young, how old are you exactly?"

"Oh, only 15." Lori's jaw dropped along with the older siblings and their jealousy grew even more. "So you have a big family must be crazy?" April asked trying to dissolve the tension.

While the older siblings were still trying to process, Rita intervened, "Yeah, we get pretty rowdy at times and things get chaotic, but we manage." Rita then decides to get to know April a little more "So what about you dear, you live around here?"

"No, just a couple blocks down with my family." This peaked the interest of the Loud siblings considering they didn't see any other kids on the block. "I mean, I live with my dad, and four brothers."

Lincoln was astounded about April's mention of her family. "No way, so you're the only sister?

"Yeah, pretty much."

"So what's yours like?" Luna asked.

April was looking nervous and wanted to choose the right words to answer with, "Oh.........believe me, my family.......is unbelievable."

Meanwhile, deep within the sewers of Manhattan, noises were heard. Another was heard as if someone clicks on something. Soon music started to play and it was a famous song from 1974 by David Bowie called "Rebel, Rebel":

“Rebel, Rebel”

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

You've got your mother in a whirl She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl Hey babe, your hair's alright Hey babe, let's go out tonight You like me, and I like it all We like dancing and we look divine You love bands when they're playing hard You want more and you want it fast They put you down, they say I'm wrong You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess Rebel Rebel, how could they know? Hot tramp, I love you so!

Don't ya? Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

You've got your mother in a whirl 'cause she's Not sure if you're a boy or a girl Hey babe, your hair's alright Hey babe, let's stay out tonight You like me, and I like it all We like dancing and we look divine You love bands when they're playing hard You want more and you want it fast They put you down, they say I'm wrong You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess Rebel Rebel, how could they know? Hot tramp, I love you so!........................(continues in backround)

"That was awesome! I can't believe we did that under 3 minutes!"

This sounded like a group of people that we're celebrating their first victory ever. They even sounded young as if they were teenagers, which they are, but they actually turn out to also be something stranger and not even human, they've revealed to be giant humanoid talking turtles!

"Man how dope was that!?!" The turtle asked wearing an orange bandana while running with three other humanoid turtles. His name was Michelangelo and he was a gullible yet lovable turtle who wielded the nunchaku and his sides. He also had stickers around his shell and had an "M" intial on his belt buckle.

"I more amazed at the fact that Donnie didn't shut down at the sight of a girl." The one red joked to the expense of his brother in purple. His name is Raphael, and he wielded the sais on the back of his shell. He was known to be the cool but crude guy who packs the most muscle. He has a pretty violent temper and always taunts with sarcasm and teasing. He looked like he had plenty of cracks on his shell and scars on his scales, and even had a bone sticking out from his left shoulder.

"They were in trouble that's all. Besides, it's a good thing none of them saw me." The one who defended and wore the purple mask is Donatello, he wielded the bo staff, which had a blade on one end. He is a scientific genius with an IQ over 600, but he was a very nervous, timid, and kind of a clean freak. He also possessed gynophobia (fear of females), but is still used to April.

Just then the turtle in the blue mask named Leonardo, who was the leader of the four turtles wielded the katana blades on the back of his shell. He was also the one who was most familiar with Japanese culture and is a major music fan. He was the one who even played the song by Bowie. "If you didn't want to stick around for them to see you, then why were you willing to haul his ass around back there to fix their van, what were you thinking?!"

"That van was an almost new 1957 Volkswagen van, I can't let something like that gets sent to the junkyard." Donnie, the one who does machines, answered.

"There are plenty of "special" vans back in the junkyard! You should've just let them handle it so we wouldn't risk being caught!" Leo retorted.

"And you guys always called me the clumsy one!" Mikey stated. "But still, shouldn't we be worried about the fact that we didn't tell Sensei we were going out?" his brothers' faces grew scared and worried looks about telling their Sensei about their little adventure.

"Damn! Maybe we can get April to cover for us! Otherwise, we'd be going back to the Hashi!" Raph suggested.

"We mainly end up in the Hashi because of you!" Leo told Raph. After running down the sewers they stop at a large area and quietly tried to put back everything the way it was unfortunate they were arguing most of the time.

Donnie had a vexed tone when he asked, "Seriously Mikey, you need to stop making a mess here with your marshmallow and sausage pizzas!"

"Don't hate on my wonderful creations!" With all their arguing and making noise they didn't notice that one of the doors in the area opened.

They only knew of it when a tail launched out of the dark and wrapped around Raph's neck. "So, you are all up, can someone explain?" the tall rat had asked the four turtles. He is Master Splinter, he wears a red and black robe and carries around a stick. He is a highly trained ninjutsu master and adoptive father of the turtles and April.

Leo started to plead, "Sensei, please. We're just watching a---"

Splinters' tail then quickly jabbed Leo in the gut. "Ah, look Mikeys' sleepwalking totally sleepwalking." Splinters' tail knocking him off his feet.

"Anyone?" Splinter was still waiting for an answer, but no response. So he has decided the appropriate action, "Very well, into the Hashi!" They all groaned.

Author’s Notes:

As an apology for the long wait, I will reveal some stuff.

This prologue is based on scenes from the 1990 and 2014 TMNT movies.

writeroffanfiction’s character Drooler will be in this series.

The ironic relationship between the turtles and the Louds I was talking about is going to be Donnie/Leni.

I plan to have Slash originally be a pet of Lana’s named Snaps.

#tmnt #tlh #the loud house #the ninja turtles and the louds #tntatl #teenage mutant ninja turtles #Ninja Turtles #CrossOver #theloudhouse #loudhouse

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wandchoosesthewizard · 7 years

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but also i need malfoy meta? like how did narcissa get to be where she was? is there anything she wouldn't do for her family? how does she actually feel about her sisters? i need malfoy things pls

Gonna put this giant fucking rant about my most precious Malfoy under a cut. Because I am just gonna go off!! (And honestly it does get really long).

So let’s kick this off by directing you here for a little light reading because instead of plotting I mostly just fucking regurgitated a lot of Narcissa feels.

So - obviously - given the scant information we have in the books, a lot of this is just my head canon and I mean, you know, whatever. Take it or leave it. The only exception to this is Narcissa, Lucius & Draco’s love for each other. They love each other and I will accept literally nothing else. (Like most specifically Narcissa and Lucius’ love for each other, and their love for their son. Draco’s feelings may be more complicated - understandable so - but Lucius and Narcissa LOVE each other and they LOVE their son and yes they made mistakes and may not have raised him perfectly (what parent does???) but you can get the fuck out of here if you think Lucius was an abusive husband or father…)

And then we start to swathe out into the muddy waters of my feelings / interpretations. I’m sorry it’s a bit scatter shot but… It’s just what happened.

So I think one of the biggest things I need to state here is I play very heavily with the canon timeline - ignoring and acknowledging it at my whim. So I often play it so that Narcissa is in the same school year as Severus (sometimes along with Lucius, sometimes not) with Andromeda the year above and Bellatrix again the year above that. And this comes into play more later on. So let’s begin.

Narcissa Black is the third and last child of Cygnus Black III & Druella Rosier. She was meant to be a boy (as, honestly, were her two sisters before her) but she was a last ditch attempt. Narcissa is aware of this flaw from a young age - and while she is not abused for it - there is a certain… Emotional neglect. She is spoiled, treasured and she supposes it is what love feels like. But there is also the pervasive knowledge that she is a tool - more than she is a person.

She is to be wed to a man from another high-class family. Andromeda and Bellatrix are betrothed to the Lestrange Brothers and she is… For a long time, unsettled. There is a fear she will be wed to her cousin - Sirius or Regulus - as her aunt and uncle were. However, nothing trouble her more than the delay - the delay in finding her a suitor. Is she unloveable? Is she unmarriageable..? What is wrong with her?That is the first fear Narcissa Black remembers having.

The second is the fear of madness. Their family breeds in - as they have to if they wish to stay ‘toujours pur’ - and you can see glimmers of madness in Bellatrix certainly (something made only worse by Azkaban) and in some people’s interpretations, Walburga. I also think that Violetta Bulstrode (for whom she has her middle name) her great grandma went mad and Narcissa witnessed this at a young age.

This is her second biggest fear and eclipses her first fear easily. Because - because she is raised to believe she is special, beautiful and precious. She is different from her sisters (and there is always an inkling, perhaps, that she is not her father’s daughter) in looks. She is blonde, beautiful and brilliant. You can fake enough to make yourself loveable. You cannot hide insidious madness creeping through your veins.

It’s why - I play her as a very controlled, very private person - with a surface veneer of sociability. She laughs, she smiles, she parties, she charms - but her inner workings, her thoughts are private. Her fears, her sadness, her anger - she keeps a tight reign on them and has for a very long time (which backs up her skill at occlumency).

So - you’ve got a special young woman - Bellatrix is probably treated very strictly, Andromeda is, likely as the middle child, ignored. And Narcissa - the baby, is also - quite possibly ignored, but a little more spoiled and the one for whom the rules don’t exist.

They spend a lot of time together - learning to be proper ladies and Andy is her favourite. Bellatrix has an edge of cruelty to her, a temper often left uncontrolled - the loudest voice and the harshest opinions. Sirius is nicer than Bellatrix but their personalities are both loud and dominant, and so, she likes Regulus better too.

Bellatrix goes to school. It is her and Andy alone now (and, occasionaly, the boys) and she loves it. Adores the monopoly of her sisters time and affection, resents it when Bellatrix comes home but must keep that to herself. Andy goes to school and she is bereft. Alone. Her parents have little to no interest. It feels like a year of solitude (she is, of course, entirely too dramatic in this regard).

And then she goes to Hogwarts and it should be the best time of her life. While at school she doesn’t put in as much effort as she could, or perhaps should into her school work - she has already learnt there are no consequences for her - and she’s more than willing to get someone else to do her homework for her. Sirius ruined it, of course, by being sorted into Gryffindor. It is the first crack in the perfect facade of her family. (Depending, on of course, where Andromeda went when she was sorted.)

It upsets her, of course - as does everything else he carries on doing - he is still her cousin (even if he isn’t her favourite). And him leaving - it shredded their family in her opinion. It made it very easy to hate him.

When Andy leaves - it’s harder. That’s her sister, her favourite sister and it is the most painful thing she could do - to abandon Narcissa like that. Like she doesn’t even care about her family. Hating Andromeda - she… She can’t. She knows she should, Bellatrix who has suddenly turned her full attention onto her tells her she should. Her parents tell her she should. Her aunt and uncle tell her she should.

And she can’t. She wants to. She can’t. She loves Andy.

But it’s not like she can see her anymore.

She needs space to breathe - but suddenly - there isn’t any, the pressure is unbearable and there isn’t anyone she can talk to. And Bellatrix - she loves her sister but this… This is too much.

But she endures. It’s what she does. I’m not sure how she gets over it - she probably meets Andy in secret - vents her spleen and then… Puts up and shuts up.

As for Lucius and Narcissa. I am very free flow about how it happens - Arranged marriage? I’m on board for that. Something more organic? Yes please. Something - somehow - to do with Severus introducing them? Fuck yes.

But like I said, they love each other. I’m not very specific on the how or why - I can pretend I’m keeping it open for whoever I’m playing opposite - but there is, for Narcissa, that recognition of - oh. This. This is what love actually is. This is what it actually is. I’m not sure if it feels… Unconditional? To her but there is something there - that tethers to her to him.

Draco - I feel is (and this is where I snap back to the original timeline) is their only child for a reason. I think - and if Narcissa and Lucius are older than James and Lily - it’s either because they waited or because they had difficulties. Given how doting we canonically see Narcissa to be (sending her son weekly care packages, refusing to let him go to Durmstang) and the fact he is their only son, I am inclined to believe the latter.

And I think - for Draco - For Lucius - well Narcissa says it best herself:“Let go, Bella!” snarled Narcissa, and she drew a wand from beneath her cloak, holding it threateningly in the other’s face. Bella merely laughed. “Cissy, your own sister? You wouldn’t–” “There is nothing I wouldn’t do anymore!” Narcissa breathed, a note of hysteria in her voice, and as she brought down the wand like a knife, there was another flash of light. Bella let go of her sister’s arm as though burned.

I think - one of the big problems I have with Cursed Child - is apparently after all that… After lying to Voldemort - who would kill them all if she was discovered - After running, unarmed, screaming for their son at the battle of Hogwarts - Narcissa and Lucius would lose their son and their grandson to bigotry? No. No way. Narcissa has lost too much of her family. She would swallow her pride and suck it up. And she might not be the best at it, at first - but she would not lose her son over who he chose to marry, who he chose to love any more than she would cut off her own arm. She might never be perfect but she would try. (And let’s not get into how the last movie /cursed child shits all over that bc. I will kill.) (And yes, you can directly transfer this on to Drarry and Scorbus or Dramione or whatever other non-traditional choices you might have for Draco. Narcissa would figure it out somehow simply because she has to.)

(Also gimmie all the post war Lucissa angst.) (And all the first war Lucissa living the high life of pureblood & death eater elite) (And then also the post Voldemort fall high life too) (just give me Lucissa who love each other and make each other better and build each other up or give me death.) (I’m getting tired now and this is devolving, so I think this is where I’m gonna have to leave it but if you have more specific things you want me to explore plz plz plz prompt them - for any of my characters bc I love ranting I s2g)

#xmusiisms #⌜👪⌟Narcissa Headcanon⌜🐍⌟#tw: incest #as there always is with the black's

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asfeedin · 4 years

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Friday Finds & Reader Recommendations – 04-24-2020

Good morning and HAPPY FRIDAY!!! I hope we all have a cozy and wonderful weekend loaded in reading some seriously great books!! Speaking of which…

I’m already almost finished a book I just started a day ago and I LOVE IT!!!!! HOLY. MOLY. It’s the first part of a duet and the next one is coming out in a couple of weeks and I’m so relieved because I know the end of this one will make me crazy. LOL!!! I think I may have just found a new favorite author, and my review will be up this weekend.

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Boy whose dad has been deployed 10 times has message to other military kids

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Davidson is only 9 years old, yet he’s been the man of the house eight times while his dad serves his country.

His father, Dave, is a Green Beret on his 10th deployment. The family lives in northern Virginia while Dave is stationed somewhere overseas. Davidson is used to not having his dad around, but he never forgets him.

“Sometimes it’s fine because we actually do a lot of fun things while he’s away, but it’s also sad because he’s just not here,” Davidson told CNN. “My mom sometimes breaks down and cries a lot because she misses him. And it’s not really hard for her because I help her, but it’s just she misses him.”

From 2001 to 2015, 2.77 million service members have been deployed overseas, many of them mothers and fathers leaving families behind.

Davidson sees the world matter-of-factly, approaching his dad’s deployments with the strength that many military families display.

“I don’t even know where he is, but I think he’s fine because he’s a good, strong guy,” he said.

Each family deals with the hardship in their own way. This is how Davidson’s family does it. They asked that CNN not use their last name for security reasons.

‘My mom cried and I was pretty scared that my dad was going to die’

Davidson helps his mom, Elizabeth, whether it’s holding his youngest sister or reading bedtime stories to his three younger siblings.

But Davidson does more than read books. When he was 6, he wrote a book about about what a military parent’s absence means to a child.

Davidson’s book is finally coming out just in time for this Veterans Day. It’s called “Brave for my Family” and was published under a pen name, Davidson Whetstone. His father illustrated the book.

When Davidson was 3, his dad was wounded by a rocket-propelled grenade in Afghanistan days before Christmas in 2013.

“My Mom cried and I was pretty scared that my Dad was going to die,” Davidson wrote in the book. “We got on an airplane to Washington, DC.”

Dave was flown to Germany and then to Walter Reed National Military Medical Center, where he underwent several surgeries. Shrapnel hit him in the face and down his right side, missing his carotid artery by millimeters. He lost peripheral vision in his right eye and shrapnel remains in his body today.

Davidson said he doesn’t remember how he felt when he learned about what happened to his dad. He just remembers being grateful to see and hug him.

“I wanted to write the book because I wanted to show other kids that they won’t have to be scared when their dads are deployed to countries that war is going on and scary things,” Davidson said.

Seeing the illustration of Dave in the hospital brings back the emotions of what happened.

“When you look at it in the book, it just looks so real,” Elizabeth said in between tears. “It brings me back to that day where I walked in and I saw him hugging Davidson and all his shrapnel wounds.”

She remembers thinking, “OK, Jesus, you’re still here and we’ll get through this.”

As Dave recovered in the hospital, a visitor showed up Christmas 2013 and promised Dave they’d do lunch sometime. In 2014, the visitor came through. The whole family went to Vice President Joe Biden’s house and broke bread.

Together they wrote a book

A few years later, the father and son decided they wanted to share their story. Dave suggested the idea of a book.

Dave was home between deployments, so he and Davidson would sit together after church on Sundays and work on the book. Davidson would write and his dad would draw. It was their time together.

Drawing had always been a passion and a way for Dave to organize his thoughts when he was young.

“After losing half the vision and near sight in my dominant eye, it became much more difficult to draw,” Dave wrote in an email from overseas.

“But, illustrating Davidson’s story gave me a strong motivation to create a meaningful representation of our family’s sacrifice and courage. It also allowed me to spend time recalling and appreciating the details of our family’s experience, and to come to terms with some things,” he wrote.

Dave said he feels grateful to have his family in his life, especially his wife, who raises their four children while he’s away.

“I can’t express how proud I am of my whole family, and how immeasurably blessed I am to have each of them in my life. I am so proud of Davidson for writing this book, but if I’m being honest, this is only a snapshot of his talents and passion as a good young man.”

‘They know that we talk openly about why he does what he does’

Dave and Elizabeth knew each other in college, but they didn’t date until later. They had a whirlwind romance, getting married in 2008. Dave went to Special Forces training. Military life is the only life Elizabeth has known from the time they met.

Several months after Davidson was born in 2010, Dave went on his third deployment. Dave has been gone for some part of almost every year of their marriage, ranging from three months to a year for training or deployment, Elizabeth said.

“I have four kids and it’s busy at home,” Elizabeth said. “When I stop and someone really wants to know about our life, it’s kind of the reality of yeah, it is sad. I do miss him, and it is hard, but I’ve done things that I never thought I could have done by myself with four kids.”

Elizabeth cares for her children and homeschools them. The family talks about why Daddy is gone so often. The older children seem to understand why.

“This is all I’ve known, that their daddy goes away because it’s for us, for our country and to keep us safe,” she said. “They know that we talk openly about why he does what he does.”

Having a partner deployed can be a challenge, especially for a family with small children.

When she had strep throat earlier this year, Elizabeth had to take all four children with to the emergency room. Their homeschool co-op set up a meal train for Elizabeth, and others in her circle sent encouraging texts.

Families find ways to stay connected

“Deployment can be a profound experience for families and most families come through it fine,” said Shelley MacDermid Wadsworth, director of the Military Family Research Institute at Purdue University. “Military families are known for being resilient. But it also can expose families to a wide variety of challenges, and particularly if somebody’s injured.”

MacDermid Wadsworth is a professor who has studied military families for 20 years. In that time, research has shown that service members, their spouses and their families have exhibited higher rates of mental health symptoms tied to a deployment, she said. If a service member is exposed to trauma or is injured, the risk goes up.

“There’s a lot of concern about deployments that happen early in children’s lives because it’s coming at a time where kids are learning how to relate to others,” MacDermid Wadsworth said. “How kids do is very much a function of how parents do.”

Keeping in touch with the deployed family member is a big part of staying close as a family.

“There’s been enormous creativity over the last few years in helping folks to stay connected during deployment,” she said. “There are lots of examples of clever care packages and storybooks that are really well suited for kids and parents who are separated.”

The toughest sacrifices are the ones his family makes

Dave calls his family when he can, but he also sends audio recordings or videos for Elizabeth to play for the children. He has one of him reading daughter Lily James’ favorite book.

“It’s changed a little with every child I have had,” Elizabeth said. “When I just had Davidson, I had all these books that Dave would read, and we would videotape him, and I would play it for him.”

Each time Dave goes out on a mission, Elizabeth and her children pray for his safe return. He recorded himself praying, and the kids pray along with the recording when he’s not at home.

While Americans are grateful for the sacrifices that service members make for our country, it’s the sacrifices that they don’t see that are the hardest, Dave said.

“I have been wounded in combat, and I have lost close friends,” Dave wrote. “But, for me some of the toughest pills to swallow are not being there for first words, first steps, first Christmases, first birthdays, and all the moments that you’ll never have again. The hardest thing is watching my kids grow up in pictures.”

So is waving goodbye as he heads on another deployment.

“We know what It’s like to have a spouse deployed. He’s on his 10th deployment,” Elizabeth said. “We hope this book will be an encouragement to other military kids and families.”

Proceeds from the book will go toward organizations like Green Beret Foundation that support military families and wounded warriors.

People sometimes ask how they can help military families. Elizabeth says the little gestures go a long way.

“We are so strong and I feel like we’ll get it done no matter what,” she said, “but it’s so sweet when someone does the littlest act of kindness to our family because it helps so much.”

Texts of encouragement, like “I’m praying for you” or “I’m thinking about you” have comforted the military mom. And, she said, people should befriend military kids. They have to move around a lot. Davidson has moved nine times in his 9 years of life.

For other military children, Davidson has a message.

“I want people to feel brave, not afraid and happy because your dad’s going to be OK,” he said.

from FOX 4 Kansas City WDAF-TV | News, Weather, Sports https://fox4kc.com/2019/11/10/boy-whose-dad-has-been-deployed-10-times-has-message-to-other-military-kids/

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