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lynnmatthewswrites · 2 months

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The New Girl at Hogwarts: Chapter One- The Move

Authors Note: Hiya! I started writing this because I couldn’t see myself in so many fanfiction protagonists! I love the Harry Potter series and really relate to Hermione and Luna, who were so proudly not submitting to stupid things like pink and girly stuff! This fic is a love letter to the quirky girls and the girls who love Hogwarts! I also thought id include a gay character for gay rights! Sorry if there r any typos I tried my best.(LMK if you want a Y/N ver)

Sarah Lynn Clampitt wasn’t like a lot of girls she knew. Sarah Lynn didn’t like Taylor Swift or Lana Del Rey. Her favorite band was Panic! at The Disco, or maybe Paramore, though they were so underground most of her friends had never heard of them. Sarah Lynn didn’t care about short skirts and being girly, and much preferred hanging with the boys and getting dirty over lip gloss and glitter. She was also a witch, and went to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Of course, that was until her rich father died tragically, and she had to move in with her mom’s sister in England. (her mom died when she was a baby in a tragic accident and it was really sad)

Sarah Lynn would miss Ilvermony, even though she was sort of unpopular- all the other girls liked Taylor Swift and the Eras Tour and the Barbie movie, while Sarah Lynn hung out with boys- and the boys liked her, but still! Sarah Lynn sighed, looked out of the airplane window, and shed a single tear, missing her dad and her friends from New York. But they didn’t matter anymore. She was going to Hogwarts, and things were gonna be different! She put in her wired earbuds (airpods are stupid) and started playing one of her favorite songs- “House of Memories” by Panic! at the Disco. (AN: most people have never heard of this song but def check it out! it’s super good) She really liked P!ATD, even though Brandon Urine had collabed with stupid taylor swift.

Sarah Lynn realized she had fallen asleep on the plane, and they were now landing in London. She pulled her golden blonde hair into a messy bun and pulled down her baggy t-shirt and walked off the plane with her backpack. Her aunt had texted her that she would pick her up at the airport, but Sarah Lynn had just now realized her aunt’s appearance was a total mystery to her. She walked off the plane and into the airport, where she began to read the names on signs- John, Craig, Angie, Bob, Robert, Bobby, Bob, until she saw a sign that made her freeze. It was a pink, glittery sign, with hello kitty and my little ponies on it. Even more terrifying was what it read. Sarah Lynn. THIS was her aunt? Sarah Lynn looked up to see a bleach blonde, lip-gloss wearing, stanley-cup-having woman. “Hi sweetie! I’m your aunt Jessica!” Sarah Lynn was terrified. Who was this woman? How was she even related to Sarah Lynn’s beautiful mother(who died when she was a baby)

“Hi Aunt Jessica?” Sarah Lynn grimaced.

“C’mon sweetie! Let’s get to Kings Cross!”

So the pair climbed in to Aunt Jessica’s cramped and cluttered mini, which Aunt Jessica wasn’t an adept driver of, and drove to King’s Cross, where Sarah Lynn climbed out of the car, thanked Aunt Jessica, and walked off to platform 9 and ¾. When Lynn got on the train an old man with black hair stopped her.

“Are you Sarah Lynn Clampitt?” he asked.

“Yes” I said.

“Well, you’re new, so you have to go to the transfer student cabin!” he yelled, pulling Sarah Lynn by her arm to the back of the train into a cell-like chamber filled with moldy bread.

“No! Help!” Sarah Lynn screamed, banging on the door, but to no avail. Eventually she fell asleep in the cold cell, and when she woke up… she was at Hogwarts!

She was ushered inside, where she was led up to the sorting ceremony with the first years. Wow she thought. Cool. When she was pushed up onto the stage, everyone looked at her confused- she was fifteen, not eleven! Sarah Lynn blushed, before going “Erm- awko taco!” and then everyone laughed and clapped. Dumbedore put the hat on Sarah Lynn’s hat and it didnt even hesitate, just yelled GRIFFYNDOR!! so Sarah Lynn went to sit at the Gryffindor table.

She sat next to a girl with curly hair, a ginger boy, and a boy with glasses. “Hi! I’m Sarah Lynn Clampitt. Can I sit here?”

“Of course!” The curly haired girl said. “My name is Hermione Grager, and these are Ron Weasley and Harry Potter.”

“Nice to meet you” Harry said “Where are you from?”

“Im from Ilvermony in New York. But then my dad died, and my mom died when I was a baby.”

“Im so sorry” Ron said.

“It's ok. I’m just happy to be here!” Sarah responded

“You seem really cool for a girl. Girls are so much drama.” Hemione vocated.

“Oh my god you too! I hate Taylor Swift.”

“I hate her too. I hate her I hate her I hate her. What type of music do you like?”

“I love Panic! at the Disco and Paramore- you’ve probably never heard of them.”

“I’ve never heard of them ever!” Ron said gingerly

“They’re super good. I love Brandon Urine, even though he made a song with stupid taylor.”

The group all ewwed in unison. Just then a boy in a Charli XCX shirt sat down by Harry. Harry exclaimed “Hi Neville!”

“Hey ddady!” Neville remarked svltrily. “Snatch my wig and i oop lets roide lavender lamborgini roll up in a blue bikini- whos the new girl??”

“That’s Lynn. She’s cool.” Harry dictated. “She’s from America.”

“Oh America the land of Beyonce werk slay queen girlboss!!” Neville announced. “That’s so mother of you.”

“I hate Beyonce. She’s basic.” Sarah Lynn remarked. “You seem cool though.”

“Oh Em Gee, how can you sin upon mother girlboss? That’s so not cool I T G I R L U know I am that girl of you!” Neville sobbed.

“He’s a little sensitive.” Hermoine remarked as Neville ran of sobbing. “But he’s cool sometimes.”

“Huh.” Sarah intoned, before Dumbledore started talking. “Welcome students? My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am the headmaster of this school. This year, we’ve welcomed dementors and also fortune-telling because Voldemort is on the rise. Anyway, enjoy the feast!” dumbledore exclaimed as delicious food appeared before everyone- it looked like everyone got to eat their favorite food! Sarah gasped as chicken nuggets magically appeared before her. Sarah Lynn loved chicken nuggets.

“Oh my god I love chicken nuggets. Oh my god.” Sarah Lynn cried.

“Me too girl!” Hermine attributed.

“I’d be late to my wedding and just run in like SORRY I WAS GETTING CHICKIE NUGGIES!” Sarah quipped.

Sarah Lynn and Herione cheersed each other with their chicken nuggets, looking out on the other girls eating their salads and protein shakes, rolling their eyes. Stupid iceberg lettuce and croutons. Sarah Lynn felt very happy, like she’d finally found her place. A girl who was also not like other girls. Two new boys she could be one of. She was excited to learn the in and out of Hogwarts- and then she saw him.

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celeste-aura · 2 years

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Ok so this is something fun i had in my mind. Imagine Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall are married and have a daughter same age as Severus. They went to school together then got into a relationship then years later they are still 8n a relationship. But Albus and Minerva don't know that their daughter is in a relationship with their best friend. And they are strict parents and also very protective. So she asks sev to go reveal it to them. How do u think the conversation would go.

Severus- Minnie I need to inform you something. Albus you too...

Minerva- It's something serious or very humours when u call me tat name so wat is it

Snape gulps and - you both are gonna be the grandparents of ,...ahm my unborn kid

Albus- congratulations my boy. Gladly Ill take on the role.

Minerva- Oh I am so happy. By the way when are you going to bring your girlfriend to meet us

Snape - That... actually I ....... Kind off got your DAUGHTER pregnant.

Minerva-

Albus-

What do you think would happen or how do u think he would have revealed. I know its lame but just had a thought.

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letstrythisout4 · 4 days

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Chapter 2- Harry Potter and the Necromancer

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“I can’t believe you just said you hate me.”

“I didn’t say I hated you, I said you’re transferring schools.”

“Same thing.”

Miracle Blake was comfortable. Well…comfortable enough. She was used to change, she had learned to accept them, but she was feeling particularly stubborn about this one. She adapted to attending muggle elementary school after being raised by her adopted grandmother. She adapted to attending Ilvermorny and interacting with the Wizarding World beyond her grandmother. She adapted to the stares, comments and ignorant misconceptions; allowing all of it to roll down her back. She had gotten comfortable.

And now she was being uprooted again. All the other changes she was warned about. She knew eventually she’d attend school with kids her age and that she’d have to not make comments about the voices she was hearing and the people she was seeing. She knew she would go to a school where magic was accepted, all magic except hers. She knew she’d be ostracized.

She did not know that she was going to be shipped off to fucking Britain.

“Remind me again why you’re getting rid of me after all these years? Sounds counterproductive.” she asked, leaning on the kitchen counter, watching the woman before her cook.

“Because your attitude is too much for me to deal with.” the old witch stated, looking over her shoulder.

“Ha ha ha” Miracle mocked back, causing the woman to laugh.

“I already told you why, Milagro.”

Milagro, her original name. Legally she was Milagro Blake, but apparently Milagro is too difficult for people to pronounce, therefore she was Miracle. “One dream is enough for you to get rid of me?”

“Several visions are enough to get rid of you. I ignored the others because they were ambiguous enough for me not to feel it was urgent. The latest one though” -she shook her head- “ yeah, you’ve gotta go, baby.”

Ah yes, the vision. The vision she refused to explain despite it being the reason why she was leaving her only home. The house they lived in was black and brick, nicely secluded in the woods. The locals called it creepy, but Miracle always felt at home amongst the dark furniture and architecture. Ilvermorny was… annoying but she was used to it, all that mattered was that she came home. Would that even be an option with Hogwarts? She decided to voice her question.

“Yes, baby. A good friend of mine works at Hogwarts and she’s helped me set it up so that you’ll be able to come home for holidays, don’t worry.”

Ok that’s not that bad. Bare minimum but not that bad. Miracle thought to herself.

“But you will be visiting Hogwarts, almost daily, starting tomorrow.” The old woman said avoiding eye contact, as she plated the food.

“Huh?!”

“You need to meet your teachers and get used to the layout of the school. Plus you need to get used to the crypt on the grounds that you’ll work in.” she explained “My friend also said it was best for you to begin tutoring with the teachers, just to ensure you are covered to join classes with the other third years.”

“Grandma, I need you to be serious. I-”

“I am being serious.” her grandmother said cutting her off. “You may not like it but you will be going to Hogwarts. You will be meeting your teachers for lessons. And you will keep your opinions on the subject between you and me, complaining will get you nowhere.” she stated, looking at Miracle as if challenging her to argue.

Miracle knew better.

“Yes, Grandma.”

The next day, they floo’d to Hogwarts directly into an office. “Martha! How wonderful to see you.” a stern looking woman greeted them, standing from behind her desk to hug Miracle’s grandmother.

“Minerva, it has been far too long. I’m so grateful the gods and ancestors have brought us back together.” her grandmother said.

Ah yes, the gods and ancestors. Miracle thought to herself. Her mother was a polytheist. She believed in several different deities and worshiped them along with her ancestors. She frequently asked them for blessings during her rituals. Miracle believed in these deities and ancestors- strongly. Hard not to when death based gods and goddesses liked to drop in during her work.

“And this must be Milagro?” McGonagall asked.

“Call me Miracle.” she replied, shaking the woman's hand. McGonagall was someone her grandmother spoke highly about, apparently they were friends when McGonagall used to travel with her husband.

“Miracle, then. I am Minerva McGonagall, in public I must ask you to refrain from calling me anything other than Professor McGongall. I will be your Transfiguration professor. Shall we go meet the others?”

They spent the rest of the day meeting the staff. She quite liked Professor Flitwick; he was one of the only ones to not flinch when he heard her name. Strangely the same couldn’t be said for Snape; she expected different from a former Death Eater. ( A name she hated as a necromancer). Though her second favorite was a man named Remus Lupin, the other who didn’t flinch. She could immediately tell he was a werewolf though, her abilities told her when dark creatures were near. She couldn't tell if it was for her safety or for her to develop alliances. She felt quite sad when she realized the kind man before her was in pain a majority of his life, both physically and mentally.

Eventually, they made their way to the Headmaster’s office. “Ah, Miss Blake, I was wondering if Minerva had forgotten me.” said an old man, petting a phoenix.

So this is the great Albus Dumbledore...doesn't seem all that great to me. Judge, jury and executioner of dark wizards, witches and creatures. The witches and wizards who practice the Dark Arts were actively engaging in twisted practices for their own gain. There were very very few reasons as to why someone should be involved in the Dark Arts. Sometimes it was necessary, to save someone's life sometimes…out of desperation people… turned. But Dark witches and wizards actively make the choice day-in and day-out, and it was deplorable.

“Nice to meet you, sir.” She said, manners that were all but beaten into her, shining through.

“Albus.” her grandmother said plainly. Manners not shining through. She liked to tell Miracle that she was “too old” to pretend to like people.

“Martha, a pleasure as always.” he responded as if he couldn’t hear the clear disinterest in her words. “I’m very pleased that you have trusted the staff and myself with your granddaughter. Though I will say I’m surprised you never told me you were the one taking her in.”

Miracle sighed under her breath. This man was not related to her, he wasn’t a part of the heads of MACUSA, there was no reason for him to know. The fact that he had the audacity to ask why he wasn’t just given important information as to where the only necromancer in history was, told Miracle everything she needed to know about the wizard in front of her.

“There was no reason to tell you, Albus.” her grandmother stated, shutting him down.

Even he couldn’t ignore that, “Let’s go to set up your space, Miss Blake.” he said. They made their way into what they called the Forbidden Forest, walking deep inside till they reached a crypt. “Before the forest was as large as it is now, the town of Hogsmeade had a cemetery here; hence the crypt.” The crypt was nice nice. In its prime it must have been bright white marble, nice and clean. Now though, dirt was in its crevices and its edges were softened from withstanding the elements. It was still in good condition, no risk of collapse (it was still made of stone after all.) The pillars at the entrance were covered in vines that seemed to grow from its base. She could feel the bodies that were contained in the building and was surprised to sense just how many there were. And how far out the energy of the dead extended, at least a few acres. She’d have to reach out to the souls and ask for their stories; if she were going to occupy their final resting place she should at least attempt to reach out.

It was perfect.

“I love it.” Miracle practically cried as she raced up the steps - completely missing the disturbed looks that McGonagall and Dumbledore were trying to contain - and threw open the heavy doors. The inside was dusty, with a stone counter in the middle (likely meant to prepare a body and a casket), and several archways outlining halls where caskets were embedded into the stone walls.

While Miracle didn’t spend a lot of time with “normal” people, she spent enough to know the relief she felt being surrounded by the dead wasn't “normal”.

Oh well.

“I’m glad that you are…satisfied. But there are a few matters we must discuss. First being, you are not alone in this forest. At all. There are several creatures of varying levels of intelligence and aggression. Usually I wouldn’t allow a human to reside in the Forest for a significant period of time - like you will be - but, as I’m sure you know, creatures steer clear of dark magic as much as physically possible.”

Accurate. Creatures did not like Miracle, at all. They could sense the death magic that came off of her and were scared. The only ones that she has been accepted by were Grims and Thestrals, they eagerly searched her out. The omen of death and the creatures that only appear to those who have seen death. Fitting.

“That’s fine. Beyond the fear of dark magic, Miracle can take care of herself.” her grandmother said, rather smugly.

“I’m sure she can. The second matter is that of a very specific creature, there will be a werewolf in the woods. Professor Lupin is that werewolf. I tell you this not because I believe he could hurt you, again I have no doubt you will protect yourself, but I hope that unless absolutely necessary you will not hurt him. He will take wolfsbane potion, he will maintain his sense of self so long as he takes it. And as you know, since you’ve met him, he is a good man. So if you are to reside here, I must ask you to only hurt him in the unlikely case he will attack.”

Miracle just stared at the wizard. While she completely agreed with what he was saying, the way he said it didn’t seem entirely innocent. Yes, he wanted to protect Lupin. But she wasn’t convinced it was simply because he cared for the man. “Of course, I will. I could tell he was a wolf, I wanted to give him his privacy.”

“His secret is safe with us. And we will tell him as much next time we see him.” her grandmother stated. “Is there anything else she should know?”

“No, that was all. Of course, we are putting a lot of faith that your magic will be… safe.”

Miracle tilted her head, replying innocently. “I will ensure it to be.” Only her grandmother seemed to pick up on her tone. Her magic was as safe as Dark Magic could be….so long as she wasn’t hurt, or angered, or startled, or threatened, or intentionally trying to hurt someone. Or lost control, or-

It’ll be fine. she thought to herself as the walked away from the crypt. She made mental plans of how to best clean up the crypt to show respect for the spirits, and began to ward the acres impacted by them. She made sure to make it so that nothing and nobody could come in without explicit permission from herself and that if anything did try to enter she would be immediately notified.

Her days all of August were spent taking various tests, lessons and practice sessions with the various staff, only coming home to eat dinner and sleep. She enjoyed her time for the most part. She actually knew more than was necessary, her knowledge similar to a seventh year rather than a third. The same applied back in Ilvermorny and her muggle school, her grandmother taught her everything and anything so that she was never at a disadvantage. Her grandmother was incredibly experienced though being a Louisiana raised Black woman, has led her to focusing on Hoodoo as that was what her family was brought up in. They were all Hoodoo practitioners, hence why they were so willing to take in Miracle; or at least that was her theory.

Because of her advanced knowledge, her sessions were less of catching up and more of advanced tutoring and aiding the professors in setting up for the next year. Flitwick and McGonagall began teaching her Mastery levels of Charms and Transfiguration (which wasn’t even taught during the average seven years of Hogwarts). Lupin asked for her opinions on the lessons he had prepared; she loved all of them. Snape at first tested her on every ingredient and potion he had ever come across, he eventually gave up and began forcing her to stock his inventory; he’d even let her brew some potions that he was running low on. Sprout needed help in the greenhouse, Sinistra had her make charts of the solar system to line the walls of the Astronomy tower and Hagrid used her as a beacon for the thestrals and a ward against all other creatures.

All Miracle cared was that they weren’t forcing her to do first year nonsense.

September first came, everyone had agreed that it was best if she just floo’d to McGonagall’s office and waited until she was collected by Filch when it was time for her to be sorted. Something she was grateful for since it allowed her to avoid her peers for as much time as possible. The sorting was uneventful. The conversation with the Hat was frustrating.

Don’t care where you put me, so long as it isn’t Slytherin.

But Slytherin would be perfect for you.

It would also be a pain in the ass, nobody would leave me alone. Which means I’d have to make them and my grandmother would be incredibly disappointed if I got myself expelled.

Not Slytherin, hmmm, then it must be-

“GRYFFINDOR!”

Miracle went and took her seat, ignoring the terror on some of the students' faces. She ate her meal quietly, shocked when the red-headed boy next to her turned and introduced himself, “Percy Weasley, Head Boy.” he stated with his hand out.

She shook it, “Miracle Blake, nice to meet you.” it wasn’t normal for someone to choose to speak to her, and while she could tell his confidence was fake, she appreciated the effort.

“Pleasure. As Head Boy, it’s my duty to instruct the prefects and look out for the students. That includes you. So, if you need anything -anything at all- please don’t hesitate to find me.”

That’s nice. She could practically taste the self-importance that rolled off of him, but wasn't about to lose an ally so quickly. “Thank you, Percy.”

“Of course.”

The meal ended and they were herded off to bed. She could tell the girls of her year were uncomfortable but she didn’t have the patience to introduce herself without being rude. She changed as swiftly as possible, did her skin care routine, put on her bonnet and climbed into her bed.

Only to realize her bed comforter and curtains were red. I could just leave it….nah. she thought to herself, before charming everything to black. She warded her bed so that she couldn’t hear outside of the curtains (she refused to deal with snoring), it stayed cold (it was better to sleep like that) and that nobody could enter (she was paranoid).

Please gods, goddesses and ancestors let this year go smoothly. She prayed before falling asleep.

Author's notes: much much longer than the first chapter but I wanted to set a good basis for the future. thanks for reading

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book-lover-forever101 · 5 months

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Fic title: Through The Veil

Story summary: When Sirius fell through the Veil, someone else fell with him.

His wife and soulmate.

But the Veil isn't the death that she thought it was.

And now armed with the knowledge of the future and her determination to save Sirius and those dear to them both, she's sent back in time by the Lord of Magic himself so she can fix everything and get her happily ever after.

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Timeline of this fic before the Prologue:

1. Venaurora meets Sirius during Harry's third year when he was an escaped convict and she was in magical Britain as a representative of the ICW, investigating the case.

2. Sirius manages to convince her that he's innocent.

3. The events of the book/movie happen.

4. She gives Sirius a place to hide in France in her manor.

5. They get closer and fall in love, disovering that they are soulmates.

6. They get married in secret right after the events of Goblet of Fire

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Part 1: Prologue

Vena felt it the moment everything went wrong.

Of course, with all the spells blasting around her, it was impossible to determine what had made the hair on her arms rise.

But then she saw him.

Sirius Black.

Her husband.

Her soulmate.

And she saw the spell hit him square in his chest. And his eyes, so alive with the feeling of being in a duel, had widened — with astonishment and then fear, and finally acceptance.

His eyes had fixed on his godson, who was now being held back by his only remaining best friend.

And then his eyes had slid to hers. And she saw the love in his eyes for her, and his silent apology for leaving her behind.

Harry was being held back by Remus.

But there was no one to hold her back.

She was moving without any conscious decision to do so, her feet running towards the man she loved as he fell back towards the Veil. She felt hands brush her arms as someone tried to grab her, to stop her.

But she didn't stop.

She slammed into Sirius as he fell into the Veil, her arms wrapped around him and her eyes blinking back tears at the lifeless look in his.

The same eyes that had promised her of them being together forever just this morning.

And so together, with her arms wrapped around him, they fell into the Veil.

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Author's note: It's short. I know. The next part will be longer but it'll take time. Also, Sirius Black deserves love. He deserves to be loved enough that someone will jump into the Veil with him so he's not alone.

Also, I posted this on AO3 so if you could go there and leave a kudos alongwith a comment, I would much appreciate it. My account is Vienna_Black and the title of the fic is the same. Much love to all.Ngl, I sorta teared up writing this, idk why.

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hinnyfied · 1 year

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Chapter 3. True Colours

It was a sunny Saturday in March and the Great Hall was positively buzzing with a particular brand of excitement that could only mean one thing – Quidditch. All the eager students shovelled down their lunch ahead of the much anticipated Gryffindor-Slytherin match, and friends wearing opposing colours of green and red placed wagers on the outcome.

Read on AO3 here.

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averagedeadinsomniac · 2 years

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"𝓛𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷-" | Harry Potter x reader|PROLOGUE

Prologue||chapter-1||chapter-2

It was a cold and foggy night on the street of pivot drive and a elderly man bearded man stood quite alone. He wore ancient robes and had a long white beard. He strolled around the lit road holding what one could only guess was a lighter. He held it to the sky and abstracted the lights of the street lamps like a moth drawing nearer to a flame until he was left alone in the darkness. He heard a soft meow and turned around and see a cat a few meters away from him. He chuckled lightly and his elderly voice spoke out. "I should of known you would've been here, Professor McGonagall."

The cat meowed again andante the shadows it transformed. A older woman came out from the darkness and stepped forward. "Good evening Professor Dumbledore." They walked together side by side. "Are the rumors true Albus?" "Im afraid so professor. The good and the bad"

"What about the children?"She asked worriedly. "Hagrid said he would locate and bring them." He tried to ease her but he was barely keeping his own composure for not knowing the were about of his great niece. "Do you think its wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?" She fretted over the giant. "Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life." Just as he finished he could here far off revving of engines coming from the sky and her turned. The bright headlight of a motorcycle slowly lowered to the ground skidding to a stop. The huge figure turned off his bike and removed his helmet to reveal the one and only Hagrid. "Professor Dumbledore, sir. Professor McGonagall." He announced holding a small bundle in his arms. The two professors let out a soft sigh of relief. "There was no problems I trust Hagrid?" "No sir! There are many problems afoot. We were only able to locate one of the children. The little tyke feel asleep as we were flying over Bristol."

The principle froze in a moment of fear. "Which one have you found?" He asked calmly trying to keep his composure. "Little Harry, sir." Where could be young Cypher? He wouldn't have killed her along with her parents. He needs her still. As long as he still holds his curse he couldn't touch her without being stripped of his powers. My poor sister.So much suffering. Dumbledore thought to himself.

"What do you mean you couldn't locate the girl?!" The woman asked harshly. "If she gets in the wrong hands who knows what could happen. She is the embodiment of what could or cannot be and if she goes into the care of the dark lord everything could go wrong." Dumbledore held a hand to her. "We'll find her as soon as we can. If she goes into the care of a muggle the better it will be for the future. After her 11 birthday awards the beginning of the school year we shall find her and introduce her to our world" He announced. "I'm not sure about the Professor... " she fretted. "Trust me"

The half giant handed the baby over to the professors and they glanced over him. He was snug in his blanket and curled around his tiny fist but what rested upon his forehead was a small scar shaped as a lighting bolt. A small price to pay for such a horrific encounter. The walked over to a nearby doorstep cradling him carefully. "Albus, do you really thinks is safe leaving him with these people. Ive watched them all day and they're the worst sort of muggles imaginable. They really are." She expressed. "They're are the only family he has. They will both be famous." "There won't be a child who won't know his name" "Thats the point, they will be best growing up away from all of that. But until they're ready, they will lay in the muggle world." And with that he played the child on the doorstep along with a letter.

He could never forgive himself for losing his own niece but for now he shall search and leave the boy to rest.

"Good luck, Harry Potter"

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Day 5: Albus Severus

Thirteen Days of Christmas

A collection of thirteen seasonal one-shots — one for each of the Weasley-Potter grandkids (including Teddy, of course). Chapter artwork by the lovely, incredibly talented @thecatisdrawing.

She smirked at him over her shoulder. "Has the ship sailed on you becoming Albus Smith, then?"

"My parents might never forgive me if I take your dad's name," he said dryly, glancing past Emily at Zacharias's table. "Difficult as I've made things on Dad over the years, I think I'll draw the line at that."

Emily pressed her lips together against her amusement. "Fair enough."

Albus shook his head, tangling his fingers in Emily's long, dark hair. For a few moments, they sat in contented silence, and he found himself basking, as he always did, in the quiet ease. Everything with Emily had been like that, from the beginning, uncomplicated in a way nothing else had ever felt to him.

Dad had told him once, during one of their Mind Healing sessions, that things had felt like that with Mum, too, back when they were at Hogwarts together. After all the times in his moody teenage years that Albus had wished he could be less like his father, he was nothing but grateful now that this was something they shared.

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Regrets

pt 4

TW: talk of a past suicide, with detail. also talk of a past character death with detail.

Synopsis: When Sirius Black came to her and asked her to watch over his godson, she didn’t think it would end up like this.

A Triwizard Tournament. The strongest, bravest, most courageous. Three willing participants to take on challenges larger than life and only one would be the victor of eternal glory. People had died in this challenge. Only an idiot would put their name in it.

When Sirina’s name is called, it was the last thing she expected.

When Harry’s name was called, the fourth wizard in a tournament of three, she knew her Uncle Sirius was right.

Someone was trying to kill him. And from the fact that she didn’t put her name in the Goblet of Fire, someone was clearly trying to kill her as well.

Family meant everything to her. Sirina refused to let Harry Potter die, and she’d take every risk to keep him alive.

Classes weren’t that bad. She knew no one in any of her classes and since she was always the first one there, she got preferential treatment. Aka, she picked her favorite seat. It was in the back corner of the room.

The only class she foresaw issues with was Potions. Professor Snape, for a reason she could not figure out, hated her. He called on her frequently, as if trying to catch her off guard. She always paid attention in class. The boarding school she had gone to before Ilvermorny had seared that into her head. The issue was she didn’t have 84 years of experience in potions, and when asked about the history of eyes of Newt she was at a bit of a disadvantage.

One particular lesson a few weeks in stuck out like a sore thumb.

“Perhaps you will remember to pay attention, next time,” he drawled slowly. “Or at the very least, read the required material before showing up to class and wasting everyone’s time. Your father may have gotten by with a careless attitude, but rest assured, you will not.”

The embarrassment that disabled her clashed into her boiling rage in a storm more violent than any hurricane, any tornado, any tsunami that had ever been, or ever will be. The glare that fixed itself onto her face could kill any grown man with a mere glance.

Did he know her father? How could he say such horrible things about him if he knew Regulus? Or perhaps he was just another one of the crowds that said Regulus was a monster, Regulus was a Deatheater and deserved to fade from existence, forgotten by everyone.

Siri bet that Snape had never even had a single fucking conversation with him.

He would not ruin her image of Regulus no matter what he said. She knew her father better than anyone.

When they finished their potions they could leave. The intense emotions made it harder to focus and Siri had trouble reading Snape’s handwriting. Even after copying it down in her notebook, written in a way that made it harder for her brain to screw up, she still took a long time.

She was actually the last in the room.

When she was finally done, flustered and on the verge of throwing something, she bottled it up and set it on one of the stands on Snape’s desk.

He didn’t even look at her to remark, “Troll.”

“Oh, now you’re calling me a Troll?” She exclaimed, about to lose it, halfway lost already. “You are one of the most unprofessional – “

“No,” his lip curled with a snarl. “That’s your grade. Troll. It’s the lowest failing grade I can give you for not turning in what I very simply ordered. You have eyes and yet you can’t seem to read the clear instructions laid out on the board. Your father always did what he wanted too, without any care for anything. And look at where he is now.”

Dead.

Her father was dead.

He had the nerve to insult a dead man right to the face of his daughter?

Tears burned her dry eyes, and it happened. She lost it.

She didn’t know how he found out that Regulus Black was her father when her Uncle had gone to such lengths to make sure she was only known as Sirina Argent. Headmaster Dumbledore said the secret would stay between them, but apparently he was just another liar. Her Uncle trusted him too much, it would seem.

“You’re right,” Siri said with a sweet smile, eyes shinning with promise for a revenge so ruthless Satan would tell her to calm down. “The instructions were simple. I do have eyes. Forgive me, your majesty, for my insolence. Perhaps next week we can work on a potion to cure my Dyslexia because sometimes my brain switches letters around and your ‘simple instructions’ become an unsolvable clusterfuc-“

“I did not ask for excuses,” he cut in cooly. “Though I should have expected them from you – “

“Oh what,” she exclaimed, stepping back, “did my father give excuses for everything too?”

He snarled a, “yes. And one day his past will catch up to him again and he’ll return to Azkaban just as he belongs. I’m sure there’ll be a cell waiting for you beside him as well since you’re so desperate to follow in his footsteps. Why don’t you start by 2 weeks of detention, 7 pm. Sirius would be very proud – “

Siri did the most shocking thing yet.

She slapped him clean across the face.

Finally he was silent.

Siri seethed quietly, more enraged than she had ever thought possible. “My father,” she began quietly, barely controlled. “Was Regulus Black, not Sirius. If you’re going to hate me, at least get that straight. And don’t bother trying to alert him of my behavior, he died 16 years ago. You could try my mother, but she’s dead as well. My Uncle, on the other hand, will be informed of exactly how you have treated me these past few weeks and you rest assured, Professor Snape, there will be consequences to your actions.”

She stormed off, flicking her wand in the direction of her books, sending them straight into her hands. She snatched her backpack as it soared her way too, and then she stormed out of the room and into the crowd of the next class.

In it, finally, a face she recognized.

Harry blinked at her as she shoved her way through. “Siri! What’s wrong?” He called after her.

“Everything’s absolutely alright! Snape, on the other hand, is on his period.”

Siri seriously considered skipping Defense Against the Dark Arts. She was too emotional right now for it to be any good for her.

But she had a perfect record. She had never missed a class period. She had to at least try. Or at least show up to get credit for the class.

Professor Moody was unorthodox and borderline unethical. Today was a stations day and honestly, she never should have gone.

Not with potions having happened. Not with her lack of sleep. Not with that damn Deatheater that she saw during the day now.

It was a cumulative exam day. They were going to be faced with a number of different trails they had to overcome. All but one were easy. All but one she passed with flying colors. She had taken extra-curricular defense magic since she could do magic, of course she passed it all.

And then the Boggart came.

Siri wasn’t thinking, how could she? She was still flustered, fried, exhausted from potions.

Inside the large wooden wardrobe, it rattled. Professor Moody stood off to the side, leaning against the wall.

“Wand at the ready Argent. Wand at the ready.”

Her quivering hand raised. That shake had persisted since the World Cup.

“Steady now,” he warned, and opened the wardrobe.

Black fog washed out of the wardrobe in heavy puffs. It covered the entire ten feet in front of her, and her wand shakily remained aimed forward.

Even when the smoke dissipated, and she saw who was in front of her, even then it remained forward.

A man she didn’t remember. A woman she couldn’t forget. His arm was around hers. He was barely taller than her, but he had eyes that were kind for a rare few.

“You weren’t enough to keep me alive,” her father told her. The façade dropped as water gushed out of his mouth, and he held his throat, choking on water that kept gushing. Splattering on the floor in front of them.

One of the many students behind her gasped loudly.

“Argent,” Moody warned, gruff.

Her father fell to his knees, choking. Face turning pink. . .red. . .blue. He collapsed to the ground as it became too much, body shaking as his body suffered from too little oxygen inside it. . .then none at all.

Her mother barely looked at him as she stood on a chair, a rope coming down from the ceiling, noose already tied. It came into her awaiting hands. Her father stopped moving entirely, water soaking the floor. Her shoes.

“Professor!” A student exclaimed.

“You weren’t worth fighting for,” her mother said, fitting the noose snuggly on her head. “And one day soon you’ll give up like we did. No one to keep you going because no one will ever care about you.”

“PROFESSOR!” The same student exclaimed.

Her mother stepped off the chair just like she had done all those years ago. The rope pulled taught –

“Ridiculous,” a soft whisper. The boggarts vanished in a swirl of black fog, sucking back into the wardrobe that Moody closed with a tap of his gnarled walking stick.

The silence didn’t even register to her.

She hadn’t seen that part of it. Her mother stepping off. She heard a chair clatter. Little Siri was curious. She went to find out.

She found a body swinging from the ceiling, and she screamed.

She didn’t see the first part though.

And her father. She had never seen how he died. All she could confidently say was that he didn’t think he was going back, and the location he had told her of was near the cliffs of Moher.

As she thought about it later on, when she was older, she assumed drowning. She had never confirmed it.

“Argent. . .”

Siri blinked, languid, and stared at Professor Moody.

“Go to Madame Pomfrey.” She didn’t think it possible for him to speak in anything that resembled a gentle tone.

Siri turned, ignoring the crowd of staring students, and left the room. This time she forgot her things entirely.

She didn’t know who Madame Pomfrey was. Quite frankly she didn’t give a shit.

Siri needed to write a letter and she was going to write one, so she went to the Owlery. She found some paper, pulled out a stupid freaking quill because apparently pens were archaic, and wrote her longest message ever. Her hands kept shaking, and honestly she couldn’t read her own words. They moved around and showed her words she hadn’t wrote, calling her idiot, dumb, failure in more ways than dialect had invented.

She had to trust he’d be able to decipher it, because she was already sending the message away on a borrowed Owl.

When she heard other people coming she slipped away quietly, unseen, and went to her hiding place. She normally only came here during the night when she couldn’t sleep. No Deatheater had ever bothered her on the roof tiles of Hogwarts. Coming during the day was different. The tiles were warm on her back. The breeze that brushed past carried the scent of pine and fall weather, which had set in not long ago.

It was peaceful.

“Care if I join you?”

If she had the energy, she’d have jolted from fear. She didn’t have the energy. Even turning her head was a chore.

Cedric Diggory was not who she expected.

She faced the sky again.

“Alright, taking that as a tentative yes,” he said, carefully making his way towards her, balance perfect. He sat down slowly, and then fully committed to laying down right beside her, his left side against her right side.

“I heard what happened.”

She didn’t respond.

“That’s a lot to happen all in a day.”

What was he expecting from this conversation? A teary revelation?

“Snape was out of line. Potter heard everything, relayed the message to me because he couldn’t find you. I had an idea on where you were though, and here you are.”

Her brow raised. Her voice was raspy. “You knew I was here?”

“Course. You always come here at night.”

He knew?

“I’m a Prefect. It’s my job to know when people are out of bed,” he admitted, and those butterflies in her stomach died. “When I first saw you I was terrified. Thought you were going to. . .but you didn’t. You just laid there. For hours. You don’t sleep a lot, do you?” He asked gently, staring at the cloudy sky with her.

“I try.”

“I don’t suppose it’ll help at all if I said I’m sorry for what happened?”

“No.” She had heard enough “I’m sorry” the day of her mother’s funeral. She was sure she had heard them for her father’s funeral, but that she didn’t remember. No memories haunted her of her father, only the lack of them.

“Then I guess I’ll just be here for you if you need to talk.”

“And what if I never want to talk?” She asked, still raspy. “What if I want to pretend this never happened? That everything was normal again?”

“Well, I don’t know how likely that is to happen. Word spread. . .I think the entire student body knows you’re Sirius’ Black niece by now.”

Tears pooled again. “And Potter still tried to look for me?”

“If I’m to be honest, he didn’t seem to care about that fact.”

The tears slipped down, the silence settled and he didn’t leave. He stayed beside her as if he could actually content where he was. And perhaps it was her need to finally talk, perhaps it was because she hadn’t seen Mandy in forever and they hadn’t spoken since she left; perhaps it was because she was so freaking tired she couldn’t even think right now without her head throbbing so bad she wanted to vomit.

It was likely multifactorial.

She started to speak.

“My father died when I was young. I don’t remember him,” she admitted with a sniffle. “He wrote me letters though. From before I was born to the day he never came back. So it feels like I knew him. He made a lot of bad choices. For a time he was a bad person. He made the right decisions in the end. . . and. . .and my mother tried to hold on. She did. It was too much. I found her after she took her life.”

“Sirina. . .”

“So I grew up and I had this code. I wouldn’t have any regrets. My father had regrets and to amend for them, he gave his life for the cause. And my mother died because she couldn’t live without him. So I wouldn’t have regrets. Even if I didn’t like what I was doing, I refused to regret my decision. . .Until that day.”

“The World Cup,” he responded, knowing.

She nodded as much as she could, tears slipping into her hair. “I saw those Deatheaters. . .I tried to stop them. . .and there was this spell. I had never heard of it before, never seen it before. . .I can’t stop thinking about it now.” She laughed humorlessly. “I remember it cutting me open. I was choking on my own blood. I thought I was going to die – I should have died. Someone saved me, they knew the reversal spell. I kinda wish they hadn’t because now I can’t sleep. And at first it was just I can’t sleep, but now the Deatheater haunts me during the day. I see him and it’s always the same thing over and over again. He uses that spell and I go down, choking, helpless. . .”

“It won’t happen again,” Cedric stated, his own firm belief prominent in his tone.

She laughed again. “You can’t be certain of that.”

“If I’m always by you, yes I can. I’ll protect you.”

“From a Deatheater?” She asked, disbelieving.

He turned his head down to hers. As if drawn by an invisible pull, she looked up to him.

“From anything,” he responded simply. “Anything and anyone.”

“You can’t. . .” She couldn’t whisper anymore.

“I will,” he answered again, just as simply. “Like now, I am going to protect you from a great long fall by asking that we go to a safer location to hide from people. Have you ever been to the Astronomy Tower? Just as high up, but with bars in the way.”

Despite the shift in tone, he carried the same level of intimacy as before.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared?” She asked, trying to joke.

He shook his head. “Of course not, but I can’t chivalrously save you from falling to your death if I am also falling to my death.”

She didn’t know how she would’ve responded to that, her stomach growled first.

“I have food in my satchel,” he offered.

“We’re not allowed to take food out of the Great Hall, mister Prefect” she said, brow piqued.

“I didn’t,” he grinned, winking. “Took it out of the kitchen directly. Fifth year’s area always stressed and forget to eat. I’ve found it best to keep some snacks on hand at all times to prevent hunger deprived studying.”

His care for others was the reason she allowed him to help her up. Why he decided to keep hold of her hand was beyond her. When they got up though, she stopped right away.

Cedric glanced to her. “It’s that way,” he pointed.

“I’m hallucinating a pirate ship now.”

“What?. . .Nope. . .I see it too. . .”

“So we’re both hallucinating a pirate ship?”

“It must be the hunger. We should go eat something.”

They left the roof but both kept looking in the direction of the Pirate ship that docked in the Black Lake. Neither knew that if they had kept searching the grounds on the rooftop, they’d also find a French Mansion newly added to the landscape.

Instead they sat in the Astronomy Tower right beside the railing. They leaned against the metal bars, on opposite side of the opening from each other, feet intermittently intertwined. Cedric’s foot, her foot, Cedric’s foot, her foot.

He knocked her foot again with another question.

“I could help you in potions. . .if you need.”

“I. . .Everything circulated, didn’t it?”

“A bit. It would be covert. No one would know about it. Just you and me.”

She took a bite of the brownie. She liked that idea.

“I have trouble reading sometimes,” all the time, but whatever. “I uh, I have Dyslexia. The letters kinda get screwy. Normally I can figure it out, but under pressure it’s harder.”

That alone was hard to admit.

“I’ll do my best to help. . .” He drifted off, both of them picking up on the sounds of leather shoes on stairs.

This belonged to nicer shoes than what they wore.

And it belonged to a man better dressed than them too.

Siri couldn’t help her surprise, the emotion showing on her face as clear as day.

“You came?” She asked, not expecting that. She thought maybe a letter to Dumbledore, but this?

Her Uncle, Mr. Argent, entered the Astronomy Tower. He found her immediately, and sighed in relief.

“Sirina, first things first,” he was professional and orderly even now. “Are you alright?”

“Better now,” she admitted, standing up. “I. . .I didn’t mean to pull you away, I’m sorry, I was upset – “

“And you had every right to be,” he cut in. “I plan to talk to Dumbledore immediately. I’m supposed to be in a meeting with him now but when he said you had skipped the rest of your classes for the day, I had to find you. You never skip classes, I knew it was serious.”

She didn’t have anymore tears inside her. What she did have? The energy to surge forward and throw her arms around him, squeezing him as tight as she could. He didn’t hesitate this time to hug her back.

And for the first time ever, she knew what it was like to have a father.

The meeting with Dumbledore, Professor Sprout (Head of House), Madame Pomfrey, Snape, and Moody was eventful.

Snape was reprimanded, not only had to provide a verbal apology but agree to corrective action, and he was put on warning that if anything of the sort ever happened again, he’d be terminated on the spot. Her Uncle helped with that last bit. Being close co-workers with the Minister of Magic had its benefits.

Professor Moody, seeing as it was his first offense, had to provide his course syllabus for intense review. He had to apologize for not intervening when the situation clearly became inappropriate for sixth year expectations.

The conversation with Madame Pomfrey was private, just Siri and her. She told the Healer of her nightmares, of her difficulty sleeping. Madame Pomfrey was going to be providing her sleeping potions for a dreamless night, and Siri had to schedule a meeting with her twice a week for chatting.

Apparently she needed ‘therapy’. It was either that or detention for swearing and accusing a male professor of having a period in front of younger students.

“So,” Professor Dumbledore said, hands folded on his desk. “Do we have a deal, Mr. Argent? All your requests will be met, and in exchange you will abstain from legal action?”

“You’ll never hear from me again, as long as I don’t get another letter like the one I received,” he assured. “If I do, then I will return and without the opportunity for you to keep your Professors in check.”

Professor Dumbledore smiled. “I’m glad we’re in agreement. May I see you out?”

“If you so choose.”

They made their way out, heading down the spiral staircase controlled by a bronze Gryffin with its wings spread wide. That seemed like he was picking favorites.

She didn’t expect to see Cedric waiting just outside it, and she stopped, brows raised.

“Cedric?”

“Hey! Oh. . .Headmaster,” he nodded, “Sir,” he nodded to her Uncle.

“Cedric,” her Uncle repeated, “Amos’ boy?”

“Yes sir. Pleasure to meet you,” he held out his hand.

Her Uncle shook it, gaze calculating. “I trust you can show her back to her dorms?”

“I’d be happy to sir.”

“Good.” He nodded, then turned to Sirina, giving her a kiss on the forehead that had her blinking. “Write me if anything else comes up. I’ll see you tomorrow for lunch.”

“See you then. . .” She stopped herself from saying ‘love you’, and instead finished with, “thanks for everything.”

“Of course. Be good.”

He walked off with Professor Dumbledore, chatting with him privately.

“You didn’t have to wait – “

“That was never in question. I had to see how you were doing.”

Damnit, why was he so nice?

She sagged, running a hand through her wavey black hair. “Better, actually. A lot better. Had a bit of a mental breakdown earlier. . .apparently talking through things helps?”

Cedric laughed as he walked beside her. “I could’ve told you that. You can talk with me anytime, I’ll be happy to listen.”

“Obviously the same to you. Anytime you need to rant or shout, I’m there, got it?”

He smiled down at her. “Sounds like a plan Siri. How about we don’t study potions tonight and take it easy instead? I figured out why that pirate ship was in the Lake.”

“We’re being attacked?”

“Even worse,” he said, tsking, “the Triwizard Tournament.”

That was the last thing she really heard from him. It acted as a trigger word, yanking her right back to the conversation she had with Sirius.

Triwizard Tournament.

Something happens to Harry every year.

Protect him.

And she had been so overwhelmed these past weeks that she had completely forgot.

“They put an age restriction on it though,” Cedric explained. “Only 17 and up.”

Thank God. He was 14, he was nowhere near close to being able to do it.

“I was thinking of putting my name in it.”

She stopped, chest tightening. “What? But – but no, that’s dangerous. C’mon.”

He turned to face her, smiling again like her fear made him happy. “They’ve got more protection this time Siri. And there’s no way of knowing if I’ll actually get in. Loads of people are putting their names in. . .I’d regret it if I didn’t actually try.”

That word. Damn that word.

She understood because she was the same way, and she refused to be a hypocrite.

Piercing her lips, she reached for his hand, holding it tightly. “If you get in, I’m ordering you to be careful, alright? No stupid heroics. You be careful.”

“You worried about me Black?” He grinned, stormy gaze twinkling.

“I’m always worried about you Diggory,” she huffed out. “You saw me and thought I’d make a good friend. Clearly there are a few wires loose up there.”

“How could I not want to be your friend? You’re one of the most loyal and compassionate people I’ve ever met. Anyone would be lucky to be your friend.”

She hugged him before she knew what she was doing. He smelled like outside and she loved the outdoors, so she hugged him tighter, eyes shutting.

“If you get in, you’re going to be careful. Whatever happens I’ll do my best to help, okay? You need to practice spells, I will figure out the best spells. You need to practice potions, I’ll grab the ingredients if you point to them cause I can’t fucking read,” he chuckled as he hugged her back, cheek on her head. “But you have to be careful, okay?”

“It’s a deal Siri. I help you with potions, and if my name is called, you help me with the Tournament.”

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phoenixfuckinghaze · 1 month

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The only thing the Dark Lord values is loyalty. And who would be more loyal than someone of your own blood? The last living relative of the Gaunt Family, Callista, is taken by the Dark Lord after he murders her entire family. He intends to make her his apprentice, but upon his downfall, Callista is placed into the hands of the ministry. She grows up alongside the Weasley's, hidden away from the Wizarding World, until her Hogwarts letter arrives. When she meets Draco Malfoy, she uncovers secrets about her past, and complications emerge from their blossoming relationship. Draco and Callista rival their families expectations, and they must decide if they're going to follow in their families footsteps or forage a new path free of prejudice.

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Note: It's been a hundred years since I written a fanfiction, but I was feeling especially inspired to finish this bad boy that I started in 2019. I promise you'll get regular updates until it's complete! And please send any likes, comments and feedback my way.

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Alaira

Chapter 1: albus dumbldore

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The rain has always been something Alaira enjoyed. Waking up and hearing the relaxing sound of the heavens pouring down upon us. The smell when you would take a walk after. She truly loved it all

What would her parents think to know she spent most of her time staring out of the window watching the world past by her. At 30 years old she felt she had truly achieved nothing. A heavy sigh escaped her mouth as she knew all she could remember of her parents was they had kind faces, and they both looked like her. But she's scared even that memory shall fade.

Alaira's thoughts were interrupted however when she heard a meow from beside her. Looking to her right she sees her cat begging for her to feed her.

"Raven, you have just eaten, we both know if I give you anymore right now you won't be able to move."

The cat seemed to narrow its eyes before continuing to cry but louder.

Alaira couldn't help but laugh at the cat in all honesty the way it was throwing a tantrum was like an adult child.

Suddenly the raven had completely stopped her tantrum and looked curiously to another room before sprinting of towards it and meowing loudly.

This made Alaira grow on edge. She pulled out her wand and slowly crept towards the room Raven was currently in.

The door was slightly ajar so she tried looking through the crack but saw nothing. Gaining some confidence she pushed open the door quickly readying her wand.

"Immobu-" she tried to say.

"Expelliarmus."

The unknown intruder had knocked her wand out of her hand. She hurried to pick it up but the other persons hand had already reached it. They moved it forward as if handing it her.

Looking up from the hand she was met with an old man with glasses and a long beard.

"Forgive my intrusion. I though you knew of my arrival. I'm a friend of mcgonagall. My name is Albus Dumbleodore."

It had taken Alaira a few seconds to process what was even happening. Then she remembered. She had received a letter a few days ago from mcgonagall regarding a teaching position at the school she worked at. The letter also detailed that the headteacher would stop by to tell her more about the position she will be in.

At that moment she had realised she had been silent staring at him far to long. Taking her wand from his hand she quickly collected herself.

"Oh yes. My apologies it must've slipped my mind."

"Aha no need to apologize Miss Alaira, sorry for startling you as I did."

Dumbledore reached a hand into his pocket and opened it towards her.

"Lemon sherbert? They always make me feel better. Here take one."

Alaira took one from his hand, she quickly unwrapped it and popped it in her mouth as he did the same.

"Well Alaira I'm not here to take up much of you time. I'm just here to offer you the position of an assistant/substitute for the herbology department. I fear that professor sprout is having trouble maintaining the greenhouse as such I am seeking someone to help her. I know you are qualified enough for the position and Mcgonagall has a given you a great reference assuring me you are the best for the position."

Alaira's mind was racing. She hasn't been around many people before and being in a school surrounded by students didn't sound like the best idea. But there was something in the back of her mind telling her this isn't an opportunity to be missed.

Alaira knew she couldn't sit around any longer just wondering about her past. It was time to look forward instead of just wasting away her life because of a past she cannot recall.

"Albus. I'll take the job!"

"That's wonderful. Now you'll need to pack up your things and come with me."

"What? Right now. When does the term start?"

"Well Alaira it starts in two days. I'm sorry for the short notice but there has been many other things for me to prepare for."

Alaira muttered a spell and her clothes, with the other things she would need went floating, while packing itself neatly into a nearby trunk.

"I think I have everything ready to go Albus except my cat who seems to be quite happily resting at your feet."

Albus looked down to see in fact the cat had laid between his feet and had drifted off into a peaceful sleep. The man couldn't help think it would be a crime to even move an inch and wake the sleeping cat. But he knows he has a schedule to keep.

"Well if you have everything prepared. We should be going."

Dumbledore held an arm out of Alaira to take so they could apparate.

"I must tell you Alaira we cannot apparate onto the grounds of hogwarts. So I shall be taking you to the leaky cauldron. You will have to stay there for the next 2 days and get the train with the students arriving.

But that will give you chance to explore diagon alley."

Before Alaira even had time to form a response dumbledore took a hold of her arm and apparated. It wasn't something she had done in quite a while, mostly in fear of messing up. So Alaira held her eyes tightly shut, not realising she had gripped dumbledores back with quite a bit of strength.

"We have arrived. You can open your eyes now."

Alaira opened her eyes to see she was in a pub. Everyone's eyes seemed to be on her...well not her rather the man next to her.

"Well Alaira I'm sorry about this but I must really get going. Don't worry a room has already been booked for you, and someone will meet you tomorrow to show you around diagonal alley and also direct you on how to get to hogwarts."

And once again before she could even answer him he had already vanished leaving Alaira in a wizard pub surrounded by people staring at her.

Shaking herself out of her trance she walked up to the counter and asked the lady attending if she could show her where her room was.

The woman pointed up the stairs second door on the first floor. Alaira thanked the lady and walked up the stairs into the room where her trunk and Raven where waiting on her bed for her.

She moved the trunk on the floor before changing into a nightgown and getting under the covers of the bed. Raven took her place above Alaira's head and they both fell swiftly to sleep.

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