#Arthur weasely

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GIVE A WARM WELCOME !

ARTHUR WEASLEY

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[frost-queen]

Flavored sweets (Reader!Potter x Fred Weasley)

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Summary: Unlike what everyone thinks didn't Fred and you meet in the train. Rather meeting him at Honeyduke's near the last box of different flavored beans before school even began.

Wrapping paper ripped. Filling the table with a mess as the gifts got revealed. Fred and George pulled out a scarf putting it around their neck. – “Just what I wanted mother.” – George said teasingly with a smirk. Molly slapped him against the head with the wizarding gazette. – “Au I was merely showing you my gratitude.” – George responded rubbing his head. – “I know you well enough to know when you are joking.” – Molly spoke with a glare at him. George turned to look at his brother with a funny face.

Fred pulled his shoulders up, not getting involved in it. Hermione who sat beside Fred came leaning forwards to look at George. – “I’ll take it if you don’t want it.” – Hermione said knowing how much effort Molly had put in those clothing. George smiled funnily at her. – “You’ll get one for yourself.” – he responded receiving another slap against his head with the gazette.

“Au what was that for?” – He asked confused, holding his head. Molly glared at him, a hand on her hip. – “I was just…” – he continued as Ginny giggled across the table. Molly’s scowl intensified as Fred patted his brother on the shoulder. – “Shall we move on to the next present?” – he said trying to change the subject. Molly clasped her hands in delight. She turned round to fetch some presents. – “Nice handling son.” – Arthur said sitting at the head of the table.

Harry smiled sheepishly beside Ron, who was stuffing his mouth with sweets. Fred locked eyes with you across from him, giving you a wink. It made you smile bashful. Molly returned with two gifts, one in each hand. – “These are for Fred and Y/n.” – she said placing one down in front of you and him. – “Let me guess a pair of mittens?” – George joked out. Ginny plucked the wizarding gazette from the table, hitting at George. – “Au! Why did I deserve that?” – he asked her loudly as she had hit his arm.

“I think you know.” – Ginny answered. – “I should be really careful of your next words.” – Hermione warned him knowing if he kept being so jokingly he would be hit more times. – “You shouldn’t have done this Misses Weasley.” – you said with a warm smile. – “Oh nonsense you are practically family Y/n.” – she said bashful feeling her cheeks warm up.

You shared a look with Fred full of love and mischief. With one nod, ripped you the wrapping off it. Fred and you working as fast as you could. Wrapping paper flying up eager to know what you had. You gasped at the sweater taking it out to admire it. Turning it around, you showed it to Fred as he showed you yours. – “You better keep that mouth of yours closed.” – Hermione spoke with a hint at George as a warning. George swallowed his teasing words back in, leaning back in his chair. – “Put it on! Put it on!” – Ginny chanted.

Fred and you got up putting on the sweater. It was a matching sweater. – “Stand next to each other.” – Hermione asked waving Fred over to you. Fred went round the table wrapping an arm around your waist. – “Well mother what do you think?” – he asked presenting himself and you to her. Molly smiled proudly feeling sentimental. – “It looks just perfect.” – Arthur commented. Fred kissed your cheek making you smile. – “I still find it sweet how you first met each other at the train.” – Hermione talked about.

Fred and you frowned. – “That is not where we first met.” – you told her. Everyone looked surprised at the both of you. – “It is not?” – Ron asked with his mouth stuffed. You shook your head. – “But I thought…” – Ginny started furrowing her brows. – “How come I don’t know any of this?” – George had crossed his arms, bumped out that even he didn’t know. Fred slid his arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer.

“Now I am very curious.” – Molly spoke coming to sit down. – “Me too.” – Harry pitched in looking questionable at you. – “Shall we tell them love?” – Fred asked you. You hummed thoughtfully. – “Please, please do.” – Hermione and Ginny begged. – “Are you sure it wasn’t at the train?” – Harry questioned. You nodded. – “It was before that.” – you explained to your brother. Fred took a deep breath. – “Alright we’ll tell you.”

Diagon alley was crowded. Young witches and wizards eager to get their school supplies. Harry and you still being in awe and shock of what was happening around you. A witch in a green pointy hat passed you, her books floating behind her. It made you gawk at her, pausing for a moment to stare. Hagrid nudged you gently against the shoulder. – “Stick with me Y/n.” – he said. You nodded taking his big hand and tagging along. – “Hagrid I can hardly understand half of this list.” – Harry said looking at the school supply list.

Hagrid took the list from Harry taking a look at it for himself. – “It isn’t that hard to read.” – he spoke making you laugh. – “Here you hold onto it Y/n.” – he moved the list down for you to take. You read the list, mouth falling open. – “Can we truly pick a pet for school?” – you asked him excitedly. Hagrid hummed loud. – “We’ve never been allowed any pets. This is exciting isn’t it Harry.” – you leaned forwards to look around Hagrid over to your brother.

“What pet should I get?” – you wondered. You felt Hagrid’s hand on your back, gently pushing you a bit faster. – “What do you think of a cat? Hagrid would a cat be nice?” – you asked him. – “Oh I don’t know missy but a dragon! A dragon would be a fine pet.” – Hagrid said with a glimmer in his eyes.

You snorted loud. – “I don’t think the school would be pleased as we come with a dragon to school.” – you chuckled out. – “You are right.” – Hagrid replied pushing you closer to him when a group of wizards passed. The three of you bought a few items from the list as some hours had passed. You sat on a bench kicking your feet back and forth while Hagrid was standing before a window shop with Harry. Admiring a broom. Looking around at the shops, your stomach started to growl at the sign of one of them. Honeyduke’s.

“Hmm sweets.” – you water-mouthed. You got up heading over to Hagrid and Harry. You tugged at Hagrid’s jacket for his attention. Hagrid turned around bending over to be closer to you. – “Yes Y/n.” – he said. You pointed to a shop not far away. – “Can I go buy some sweets?” – you asked nervously. – “I’m feeling a bit hungry.” – grabbing your stomach you felt it growl again. Hagrid looked over his shoulder to Harry still admiring the broom.

“I’m not supposed to let you out of my sight.” – he muttered stroking his beard. – “I won’t be long, and I’ll bring you something along.” – you persuaded as you really craved some sweets. Harry turned round to you. – “It will be fine Hagrid. We can look in the meantime inside.” – Harry tugged Hagrid on his sleeve. – “But…but…” – Hagrid was a bit confused of what to do.

“I’ll be right back.” – you told him as Harry pulled Hagrid inside with him. – “See you in a bit.” – Harry waved you goodbye for now. You ran over to the shop with eagerness. Honeyduke’s being the most colorful shop you had ever seen. The little bell above the door rang as you entered. The scent of sweets filling your nostrils with a sugar rush. Immediately you had the desire to buy everything. Never having had the opportunity to do so.

You rushed over to some lollipops plucking one from the basket. Admiring it hesitantly. Something else caught your eye as you placed the lollipop back. Picking up a little box you observed it. – “A chocolate frog?” – you whispered to yourself. The idea of a real frog made you shudder and put it back. In this world of magic anything was possible. Heading towards some rows with shelves filled with sweets, you left the chocolate frogs for what they were.

You stopped and observed several types of sweets. There was so much choice you felt a bit overwhelmed. So much to choose from. You wanted to buy so many things yet at the same time you were hesitant to do so. What if you didn’t like them and wasted your money on it. Setting a box of sweet worms back you wandered a bit further down the rows.

Taking a turn, heading into another row, you spotted a large box. Just one of them left. It seemed interesting as you went over to it. Near the box you bumped into someone. – “Oh sorry.” – you said panickily. The boy with ginger hair and a goofy smile chuckled sheepishly. – “It’s alright.” – he answered. Both of you left it for what it was, reaching for the box. Your hands touched right in front of the box, making you blink startled at it.

The boy turned back to you laughing loud. – “It seems we want the same thing.” – he said rubbing the back of his head. You smiled shyly back. – “You ca…” – you started wanting to offer it to him as he beat you to it. – “It’s yours.” – he blurted out. You stared stunned at him. The boy picked up the box handing it over to you. You accepted it shyly. – “it’s a great box! It has all the great flavored beans.” – he explained.

You opened the box holding it out to him. – “Take your pick.” – you offered. The boy laughed shyly. He stuck his hand in the box, grabbing for a flavored bean. – “I’m Fred Weasley.” – he said as you took one out for yourself. – “Y/n Potter.” – you answered before putting the bean in your mouth. It tasted funny as Fred could tell from your face. – “How does it taste Y/n?” – he asked you. You stuck up a thumb still getting used to the flavor.

Fred followed you to the cashier as you bought the box of flavored beans. – “I hope to see you around Y/n Potter.” – Fred called out saying his goodbye to you outside. – “You too Fred Weasley.” – you said waving back at him. Heading back to your brother and Hagrid you felt a flutter in your stomach after meeting him.

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oliver wood thinking 'I'd fight molly and arthur if I ever saw them' in my fanfiction

because I can

falling from dusk into dawn

My Oliver Wood masterpiece. Drained from the war but ready to fight anyone for Percy's honor. Actually verbally smacks down Fred and George.

But what about Percy's subpar parents?

Well, he also wants to fight them.

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It takes a few seconds for Oliver’s brain to catch up, to realise that it is Percy speaking, before blinding rage floods him and he is on the verge of apparating to the Burrow to give Molly and Arthur a gift. But he stays, because Percy needs him...

Percy: “I have so many nightmares about Fred dying - he was so close to dying, my brother almost died, and so everyone was focused on Fred recovering. Fine, whatever, I get it. I’ve never been the priority in my family. But it’s nearing months now since Fred recovered, and still they treat me like an outsider. Maybe I will always be an outsider in my own family. But for fuck’s sake, Ollie, I’m sick of my parents acting like they never did anything wrong.”

“I know,” Oliver says, because what else can he say? Molly and Arthur are shitty parents, none of this new information, but it is still painful.

...

Oliver has a vendetta against Molly and Arthur Weasley, which he would fight them over but unfortunately, it would be uncouth. Oliver cannot simply invite himself to their home and start berating them. But he does fantasise about it, on occasion, ever since he was young and Percy first cried himself to sleep, unable to keep up with his mother’s crushing expectations.

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Percy has always been a bit - well. Resistant to being spoiled, even when Oliver yearns to. A combination of growing up being poor and having his parents not properly tend to his needs because he was the ‘easy’ child.

#hp #percy weasley #oliver wood #molly weasely critical #arthur weasley critical

[swiftieblyth]

The Nightshade Sisters: Professor Snape

Warnings- dead mom, abusive dad, raised by aunt uncles and godparents, death eaters, Voldemort, violence and murder, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, all other Harry Potter stuff

Let me know if there’s anything else!

ROSIE’S POV:

The next morning Draco and Rosie walked down to the great hall to get some breakfast. Draco sat next to Rosie, across from Crabb and Goyle. Draco was talking to them as Rosie was writing a letter.

Dear Moony, I miss you so, so, so much! I didn't get put in Hufflepuff with Ceddie or Lacy, nor did I get put in Gryffindor like you. However I did get put into Slytherin like Aunt Joyce and Uncle Tim. I already made a friend! His name is Draco Malfoy, he’s in my house as well. I don’t like that I won’t get to be with you on full moons now. Harry Potter was put in Gryffindor just like you said he would be. I had a panic attack as the train stopped in front of Hogwarts yesterday, but Lace and Ceddie helped me through it.  Today’s the first day of classes, I’ll write to you tomorrow to let you know how it goes. I’m really nervous, but I don’t think much attention will be on me if Harry Potter is in my class. I miss and love you, Uncle Moony. Love, Cub

“What are you doing?” Draco asked, looking at Rosie. 

“I’m writing to my uncle. I miss him, so I decided to write to him. Do you want to go with me to ask my siblings if I could borrow one of their owls?”

“Sure.” Draco replied, he got up and grabbed Rosie’s hand, to help her up.

“This way.” Rosie stated, taking the lead and dragging him behind her. “Lace, Ceddie!” 

“Rosie!” Lacy replied, wrapping her arms around Rosie in a big hug. 

“Lace… I… Can’t… Breathe.” 

“Sorry.” Lacy let out, letting go of her, as she saw Draco. “Hi. Who are you?”

“I’m Draco, Rosie’s best friend.” Draco explained, sticking out his hand to Lacy. Rosie smiled and a small blush came to her cheeks. Cedric saw and smirked.

“I’m Lacy,” Lacy replied, shaking Draco’s hand. “I’m Rosie’s older sister, and this is our brother, Cedric.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Draco,” Cedric smiled, shaking Draco’s hand.

“Could I borrow one of your owls to send a letter to Uncle Remus?”

“Yeah, of course, Little Rose. Sugar’s in the owlery. Just call her and she’ll come to you.”

“Thanks, Ceddie.” Rosie replied, hugging him. “I love you guys.”

“We love you too, Little Rose.”

“So much.” Lacy added.  

Later that morning Rosie and Draco went off to Potions class. Rosie sat next to Draco in between the big boys, as if they were their bodyguards.

“Professor Snape is the head of Slytherin so he should like us.” Draco explained to Rosie. “Actually I know he likes me, I’ve known him since I was a baby. He’s my godfather, so just stay with me, and stay on his good side, and you’ll be set for all seven years.”

“Thanks, Draco.” 

All of a sudden the doors opened and Professor Snape came storming in. He stopped in front of his desk and looked at the class. Draco sat up straighter with a small smile on his face, his eyes filled with admiration.

“There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class.” Snape explained. “As such, I don’t expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However for the select few,” Snape glanced over at Draco and Rosie. “Who possesses the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensure the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death. Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to…not pay attention.”

Everyone glanced over to where Snape was looking, Hermione nudged Harry, and he looked up to see Snape glaring down at him. Draco and the big boys snickered, but Draco stopped when Rosie nudged him and gave him a look. 

“Potter!” Snape called. “What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" 

"I don't know, sir," Harry said. 

Snape's lips curled into a sneer. "Tut, tut -- fame clearly isn't everything." He ignored Hermione's hand. "Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" 

“I don’t know, sir.” Harry said again, as Hermione’s hand stayed in the air.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were shaking with laughter as Rosie tried to shut them up, feeling sorry for Harry.

“What’s the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?”

“I don’t know. I think Hermione does, though, why don’t you ask her?”

“Miss. Nightshade,” Snape called, turning around to look at her. “Perhaps you would like to explain the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane? I do believe this is something you would know.”

Rosie stared at him a little wondering how he knew. “There’s no difference Professor. They are the same plant known as aconite.”

“Yes. I thought you would know that. Very nice, Miss. Nightshade, ten points to Slytherin.” The Slytherins started cheering and Draco smiled at Rosie. “And I’d like to see you after class, Miss. Nightshade.”

After class finished Draco got up and looked at her. “Are you going to be okay? Do you want me to stay with you?”

“No, I’ll be okay, Draco. But I wouldn’t mind if you waited outside.”

“Okay,” Draco sighed and walked out of the class behind everyone else. 

“You wanted to see me, Professor,” Rosie let out.

“I think you should know that I went to school with your aunt, uncles, and parents before they got expelled and banned from the wizarding world.”

“What does this have to do with anything?”

“I was in Slytherin with your aunt and uncle. I was on good terms with them. However your uncle, Remus, was someone I despised.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, sir.”

“I do hope you aren't like him.”

“I’m not a werewolf if that’s what you’re implying.”

“Good to know. Judging by the fact that you are in my house, I do hope that you behave more like your aunt and uncle, rather than your uncle and sister.”

“I’ll do my best, sir. May I go now.”

“Yes.” 

“Hey, everything okay?” Draco asked, when Rosie walked out of the room. 

“Yeah, Snape just wanted to talk to me about my family. Apparently my sister’s not the best student, and he wanted to make sure I’ll be better than her.”

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The Weasely Family Cast

Everybody's talking about the Harry Potter reboot but you know what I really want to see in it?

An Indian Weasely Family. The Weasely family being wholesome,sweet, and absolutely chaotic. Fred and George up to no good. Charlie being the revolutionary rebel. Bill just being a loving brother and silently causing chaos and blaming it on Fred and George. Percy being Percy but occasionally joining in the fun. Ginny being teased by her brothers and fighting with them and being spoiled by them. Ron looking up to his brothers who are always there for him. Their sibling bond being chaotic and fun but at the end of the day, they are always there for each other.

I want Molly and Arthur being couple goals. Molly cooking dinner and Arthur coming home to her with groceries. Molly scolding the children strictly and Arthur just nodding in the background agreeing with her. Molly and Arthur hugging and kissing and cuddles their children and giving them the best they can.

They might not be the richest family but their home is filled with love, forgiveness, happiness,warmth, acceptance and laughter.

Let me dream of a universe where the below casting is actually possible.

Ron Weasley - Ali Hadji-Heshmati

And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?”

“Throw it away and punch him on the nose," Ron suggested.

Ginny Weasely - Mandip Gill

"Well, that was a bit stupid of you, seeing as you don't know anyone but me who's been possessed by You-Know-Who."

Bill Weasely - Sacha Dhawan

Bill was — there was no other word for it — cool. He was tall, with long hair that he had tied back in a ponytail. He was wearing an earring with what looked like a fang dangling from it. Bill’s clothes would not have looked out of place at a rock concert, except that Harry recognized his boots to be made, not of leather, but of dragon hide.

Charlie Weasely - Vihaan Samat

‘How’re you doing, Harry?’ said the nearer of the two, grinning at him and holding out a large hand, which Harry shook, feeling calluses and blisters under his fingers. This had to be Charlie, who worked with dragons in Romania. Charlie was built like the twins, shorter and stockier than Percy and Ron, who were both long and lanky. He had a broad, good-natured face, which was weather-beaten and so freckly that he looked almost tanned; his arms were muscly, and one of them had a large, shiny burn on it.

Percy Weasely - Dev Patel

"Hello, Minister!" bellowed Percy, sending a neat jinx straight at Thicknesse, who dropped his wand and clawed at the front of his robes, apparently in awful discomfort. "Did I mention I'm resigning?"

Fred and George Weasely - Kanan Gill and Biswa Kalyan Rath or Kanan Gill and Kenny Sebastian (I know that they aren't identical but they just give me Fred and George vibes)

"Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?" said one of the twins, with an air of great surprise. "You should have said something, we had no idea."

"Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it," said the other twin. "Once-"

"Or twice-"

"A minute-"

"All summer-"

"Oh, shut up," said Percy the Prefect.

Molly Weasely and Arthur Weasely - Kajol and Shah Rukh Khan

"...your father and I were made for each other, what was the point in waiting?"

#harry potter #harry potter reboot #weasely family #ron weasley #ginny weasley #ginny potter #bill weasley #charlie weasley #percy weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #fred and george #fred and george weasley #weasley twins #arthur weasley #molly weasley #shah rukh khan #kajol #srk kajol #mandip gill #dev patel #kanan gill #biswa kalyan rath #kenny sebastian #vihaan samat #sacha dhawan #ali hadji heshmati #marauders era #hp marauders #the marauders

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So I was hearing first man of Camilla Cabello.

I love the piano tune of it also cami's beautiful voice.

But suddenly I pictured Harry playing that piano and Ginny singing the lyrics to Arthur at their wedding.

It's beautiful.

#hinny #harry potter #ginny weasely #arthur weasley #harry and ginny #blinkthoughts

[darkwitchingflower]

10 Harry potter head canons

1) Muggleborns' siblings send them howlers shouting "WHAT TEAM?!" And all the muggleborns in the grand hall shout back "WILDCATS!!!" While all the pure blood kids are proper confused

2) A group of last year Gryffindors taped a meter stick to the spear on their tower just so its taller than the Ravenclaw tower

3) After the battle, hogwarts introduced phones for quick contacts for muggleborns family, the pureblood wizards are always supprised how the new nokia phones their muggleborn friends have, never breaks. Arthur Weasley and his department go on a trip to hogwarts to ask about the phones.

4) After Fred Weasley was tragically killed in the battle, George Weasely wasnt able to look into a mirror for a long time.

5) A month after Freds death, George is helping Molly when she says "Fred could you pass-" she starts to cry from her mistake and apologises. Through his tears George replies "honestly woman, you call yourself our mother."

6) The Ravenclaw common room isnt gender ruled and theres nothing like the stairs turning into a slide like the Gryffindors common room because theyre all quite happy to run to eachothers room at 5am when an idea strikes. However if theres a sign for them to not enter they respect the room owners wish and tell their other friends.

7) Ravenclaws will tell Slytherins the password for the eagle so they can have late night debates that become terrifying, others come along to just to laugh at the fact theyre debating rocking chairs over spinny desk chairs.

8) The Hufflepuff common room has a small corner filled with soft pillows and blankets and if they see anyone there looking sad theyll sit with them until they feel better or fall asleep.

9) There is alot of sass coming from the Ravenclaws towards the eagle door knocker, especially after they spent most of the night at a Gryffindor party.

10) Irish Slytherins start a rumour that st Patrick driving the snakes out of ireland was actually Salazar Slythierin recruting young Slytherins the join hogwarts.

#harry potter #slytherin #ravenclaw #gryffindor #hufflepuff #slytherin pride #ravenclaw pride #hufflepuff pride #gryffindor pride #fred weasly #george weasly #weasly twins #molly weasley #arthur weasly #muggle born

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obscura (one)

SUMMARY: Six years have passed. And Amara can't help but think about them as she heads for her next mission, recounting a pair of blue eyes and blonde hair and just what the government has done thus far.

WORD COUNT: 5.8k

WARNINGS: mentions of violence, cursing, experimentation implied, angst

[SERIES MASTERLIST]

London

October 2004

Amara’s headspace had become more and more frequently a comfort these days. A more refined person would call it a mind palace, a memory palace, etc. 

She found living in memories, in moments of calm, had become an anchor for her. Between every punishing mission, she’d find a quiet place and drift and daydream into this place. Her mind conjured up images of a familiar, yet slowly unfamiliar pair of blue eyes and blonde hair but she couldn’t produce much else. But it was enough for her. 

Leon was becoming a distant memory since Raccoon City and that scared her more than anything, not being able to see him or talk to him after everything is agonizing. 

Sure, she had her outlets like kickboxing classes in the gym down the street from her apartment with that stupidly hot instructor John, sporadic visits coordinated by that weasely bastard Simmons with Sherry and Claire, and other things like music and painting but companionship was something she’d craved. Maybe too much sometimes. That was something that still made her just like everyone else. 

Things moved at a breakneck pace after they’d been picked by the government in the aftermath. Once it became known just what Amara carried now forever in her blood, did the threats come for her by the very same government that she thought would protect them. 

Now, she’s just a weapon—correction, an agent to do their bidding, their science experiment. Wesker did this to you. Keeping her mouth shut about Raccoon also guaranteed her safety and not just hers but Leon’s, Claire’s, and Sherry’s safety. 

Another part of her wanted desperately to find the man who put her in this position in the first place. But that didn’t matter now. Wherever he is, she hopes it’s nowhere good.

Above everything else, Amara wanted nothing more than to keep her new allies—friends safe. Most of all, Leon. 

She lets out a pitiful laugh to herself, thinking about him, her eyes focused on the road ahead. If she’d known everything that would’ve happened after that night in the motel, she would’ve held him longer, tighter. Kissed him more and savored the taste of his lips on hers, the feel of him inside her. 

Even in their last interaction, deep down she knew she shouldn’t have let go. 

See you later had shifted from what she thought would only be days, weeks, months…to six long years. 

Rain pelted down against the tan leather of her jacket, she couldn’t find it in herself to even wear a helmet as she weaved through the traffic on her bike. Something about the rain against her face reminded her that she was alive. 

With what she’s paid? A quick trip to the salon would fix her right up anyways. She actually didn’t quite mind when her hair reverted to its natural state. 

Cutting down a narrow alley, she stops short in front of a parked van in front of what seems to be a derelict building. It’s black, inconspicuous, and with this weather? Practically invisible. 

Her eyes venture up at the dilapidated sign above the said building. King Arthur’s Sword in the Stone attraction.

“There seems to be a fine line between coincidence and irony.” She says to no one in particular. The window of the van rolls down and an unfamiliar man sticks his head out. 

“Good evening, Agent Moore.” The man smiles, a little too cheerful for Amara’s taste. “I’m Joe, I’ll be your support on this mission from here.” 

A crack of lightning brightens the area momentarily. “I thought supports usually stayed in an office?”

“Courtesy of the government, this is my base of operations,” Joe, with a hint of a British accent she notices, gestures to the back, Amara briefly sees the high-tech screens and monitors. 

All to keep her in line, she’s sure. For a brief moment, the lyrics of that stalker song by The Police play in her head. Every breath you take, every move you make, every bond you take, every step you take, I’ll be watching you… “Right. So you’re telling me there’s an old Umbrella facility underneath a King Arthur attraction?” 

“According to our intel, yes, unfortunately. There was actually some nonsense of the real King Arthur’s tomb here years ago…soon discredited.” 

“And yet another roadside attraction was born,” she jokes. “Let’s see what we can see, shall we?” 

She doesn’t wait for Joe’s answer, opting to head to the wall to climb up from the gutter into an open window at the top. Dropping gracefully into the expansive space, decorated distastefully and quite cheesy for a King Arthur attraction. 

“Joe, hear me loud and clear?” Amara pressed the comms system on her ear. 

“Clearer than clear, love.” 

“Good, hopefully, this will be educational for you.”

“Learning from one of the top agents in the US division is more than an honor.” The thought of being a top agent at one point would’ve made Amara proud but now it felt like a stain that's never washed clean. 

Covert operations never did seem like things deserving of the honor. 

Crates and other knick knacks lay about haphazardly. “If I were an evil pharmaceutical company, where would I hide a lab?” 

“I thi-“

“That was rhetorical.” 

Amara ventured further in, finding more opulent, ornate items scattered throughout the various ridiculous set pieces. Jill would’ve thought it was a good score. The goofy narrations made her chuckle; were they really trying to actually educate anyone about the King Arthur tale?

Many times in her schooling, particularly on the subject of English literature, her teachers would talk of how King Arthur’s life and deeds gave way to the Arthurian legends. The once tried and true history nerd inside of her would’ve devoured this silly attraction.

Now, she can’t exactly imagine sitting down to read much of anything except lots and lots of mission reports. When she wasn’t reading them, she was certainly writing them.  

At least going on missions broke up the monotony. The routine that had become so much of her life as of late. Another side objective to this mission, one that HQ told her not to really divulge anyone of, was her search for paintings. Not just any paintings either; these ones were linked to Umbrella’s former leader, Oswell E. Spencer. 

She had found 4 out of about 5 (luckily the man never quite got them all in his possession), spanning across the globe, each one portraying demonic, disturbing imagery. HQ claimed they held “power” within the paint which was just about the stupidest thing she’d ever heard but in a world with the most grotesque monsters created by a human hand, was it that stupid? 

Something about each one, despite the thoughts of its stupidity, intrigued her because of the symbols within the image but she did as told, destroying them (and those who protected them). All her intel pointed her to this place but there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in July that it was actually here. 

“How long ago did this place close down?” Amara asks, tiptoeing over water-damaged pieces of wood. “This place certainly is not up to code.” 

“The illustrious owner, a…uh, Professor Kenneth Whitman went bankrupt in 2003, it’s been closed ever since then,” Joe answers, “Madness, right?”

“I shudder to think that that man had students, but shudder even more at how much disrepair this place has fallen into within a short amount of time.” 

Amara attempted to test her royalty, pulling up the aforementioned sword in the stone with no luck. No power. No King Arthur glory for Amara. And certainly no way further inside. “Looks like I’ll need to switch on the breaker, wherever it is.” 

“Map shows a side alley entrance, check there?” 

Ugh, back out in the rain? She really didn’t want to go through another period of drying out inside this dank, almost humid place to getting soaked by London’s neverending rain again. This is what I signed up for, remember? 

Yeah, yeah, yeah. But that didn’t mean she enjoyed it. She sighed, following the map displayed on her communicator, the newest gadget added to her gear. 

After traversing over the cast iron gates outside to switch on the breaker, only then does the power cut back on. Light pours out from the windows of the attraction, illuminating the rain as it hits the pavement. 

“And let there be light,” she deadpans, it still earns her a chuckle from Joe through the comms in her ear. 

Through all the narrations and displays, somehow Amara finds that she’s disappointed just a tad that the very room that supposedly was meant to get to the truth of the myths of King Arthur had now been converted into a storage facility.

“So much for getting to the truth of King Arthur.”

“Give the Professor some credit, at least he chose the most boring part to convert. Besides, who wants to know the actual truth anyway?” 

“You’d be surprised,” Amara responded, finding a crack in the wall furthest from an exit beaming red from the fluorescent light above it. She knocked on it, finding the whole wall is hollow. Her eyes also happen upon a forklift, just asking to be used. 

Operating it should be simple enough, right? It’s like operating a claw machine…with two metal sticks on the front. Joe seems to scoff, obviously watching her feed. “Is this what they teach you agents in America?” 

“No, we usually just shoot our problems. But I thought I'd give this a try." Amara quipped. 

He laughed. “I don't know about the forklift, but they definitely teach the sarcasm."

“Oh no, sarcasm is when I say the opposite of what I mean. Wit is when I say exactly what I mean, but in a way that makes you wish you had thought of it first."

“Lesson number one with Agent Moore? Wish I had grabbed a notepad.” 

“I charge for lessons by the hour, Joe. Hope you’re ready to pay up when I get back there.” 

“I’m good for it, love.”

The forklift did its job, taking down the wall to reveal…a secret entrance to a cavern. Amara pretended to be shocked, but she’s not. “Oh, wow, they hid that sooo well.” 

“Is that sarcasm?” 

“Yes, Joe,” she answered, hopping off the forklift. “This next part will require some silence, mate.” 

All she hears is a small hum from Joe in her ear before the line is dead silent. Thank the gods above he knew when to be quiet. 

The cavern is shrouded in darkness just beyond what Amara can see with the forklift’s headlight, so she flicked on her flashlight finding the craggy rocks bending and forming crudely to reveal a path. It seems to descend rather than just go straight forward. Huh, so it goes underground? This just keeps getting better, doesn’t it, Amara? 

It’s a bit of a tight squeeze in some places, especially with all her gear, but she manages. More and more static filters through her comms in her ear the deeper she goes, so she lowers it. She almost wanted to let out a sigh of relief at the fact that she was finally alone even momentarily. 

Eventually, the cavern begins to open up, an almost ominous humming echoing off the walls of the cavern as she gets closer to…

…a lab? Down here? 

Well, at least the intel was correct. 

The humming, she found, emanates from a big generator nearby which is hooked into a cavern wall. The wires seemed to lead nowhere, perhaps they were powered on with the breaker above ground? It looked more and more likely. 

“Does this shit ever get less complicated?” 

In 2003, after a lengthy trial that led to the dissolution of Umbrella and loss in stocks, the US Government, in a rare show of giving a shit, went after all involved with the company but that didn’t absolve their part in blowing Raccoon sky high. Hence, why she was here, partly. 

While she’d been on other tasks (very much like the government’s goddamn lackey), this one was of the utmost importance. After RC, the government under USSTRATCOM formed the Anti-Umbrella Pursuit and Investigation Team. To no surprise, she alongside Leon are their main operators (though it wasn’t like they had much of a choice). 

The current administration, Graham and his lovely cabinet, actually seemed to want to take down as many Umbrella adjacent so she’d spent the better half of last year during the RC trials and this year doing this. 

Outside of her Umbrella pursuits, she’d heard of something going on with the President’s daughter but that currently wasn’t under her jurisdiction, technically she wasn’t even supposed to be aware of that.

There was some…mole within sectors so while usually Amara would be flanked by at least two other agents, now it’s down to just her. For reconnaissance purposes, it makes sense. The fewer agents, the less information could slip between the cracks. A smart tactic at the time, smart keeps most people safe. 

But now in hindsight, it seems kind of absurd that one lone agent is tasked to find what could very well be an active Umbrella facility. 

A sleek doorway stood before her, a sense of deja vu took her by surprise. The doors opened with no trouble, and the overwhelming smell of rust and damp concrete mixed with unused chemicals lingered in the air. Almost by instinct, Amara drew her Beretta, taking a moment to scan the surroundings. 

The eerie silence was only broken by the sound of her footsteps echoing off the walls. 

Dimly lit corridors made her a little cautious, only her trusty flashlight in her other hand guiding her next steps. The place was in disarray, with broken machinery, debris, and paperwork scattered everywhere…it must’ve been a hell of a time escaping this place. 

Amara didn’t scare easily but she couldn’t shake the chills up her spine and flare in her nostrils. Taking in deep breaths, she pushed on and focused on what she came here for. The facility is empty as she suspected, so her next steps were getting information and finding the painting. 

A glint of something shiny on the ground just so happened to fall in the line of her sight. 

“Well, hello there,” she bent down and picked it up. A small metal disc with Umbrella’s logo shines briefly in her vision, a small bit of her reflection displayed within the iridescent surface. 

She pockets it and keeps moving. 

Chancing it, she raises the volume back up on her comms. There’s no longer static so that’s a relief. Except now, she had to work a little harder to hear considering the comms tended to block out sound quite well when cranked up, so well, in fact, that she could hear her own footsteps reverberate through to her skull, maybe even hear her own brain knocking around it if she focused hard enough. 

“Joe?” She speaks and for a few seconds, there’s a nerve-wracking silence. 

His one-syllable answer practically rattles her skull from the vibration, “Yes?”

Oh, thank god. Joe may be a tad annoying but at least there was someone to get her through this creepy-ass atmosphere. “Nothing. Just checking that you’re still there.” 

“Were you getting lonely?” There’s a teasing tone to his words that she doesn't appreciate. Fuck, especially here of all places. “If you needed a big, brave man to accompany you, all you had to do was ask.” 

And there he goes ruining it. Some support he is. “Shut up.” 

“No need to be touchy.” 

One thing she’d learned about these paintings is that they tended to be within a shrine of sorts, or blatantly on display. Judging by the narrow hallways and the dim lighting, barely even lighting as much as the shoes on Amara’s feet, she definitely doubts that the painting is here. Seriously, who would even have a shrine down here? 

She paused in front of a rusted door, her hand hovering over the handle. After a moment's hesitation, she pushed it open and stepped into the room beyond. The final room within the lab is a computer lab of sorts, though all the computers are ten years behind. Blocky, huge, and ugly to look at.

As she began to sift through the piles of documents laid atop the desks, Amara's eyes fell on a computer with its screen turned on, nestled in the far corner.

It’s sleek, newer, and curvier than blocky. Someone was showing off to their colleagues. 

That same computer spits lined papers of what seems to be numbers onto the floor. It must’ve also cut back on with the breaker. 

“Joe? You seeing this?” She raises one of the pages to eye level. 

“Yeah, what are they?” 

40.4637° N, 3.7492° W…that layout…these were coordinates. She ran her fingers over the papers, reading them out quietly. Where could these lead? 

“Coordinates. Think if I give you a few, you could find where they are?”

“Give me—“ Joe cuts himself off, shuffling sounds coming from her comms, “alright, give me the numbers.” 

She reads them out at an even pace, making sure that Joe could catch every number. 

This time, his brief silence has her on the edge of a hypothetical seat. It annoys the shit out of her. “Well?” 

“Hmm…” Joe’s small noise is filled with confusion, a first for him that she’s willing to bet on. “These coordinates were pulled recently. Coordinates are in Spain.”

Spain? Pulled recently? So maybe the heebie-jeebies she was getting from that place meant someone else was there not too long before she got there. But, her senses had been too good, she would’ve picked up on someone sooner.

“Think it’s another former Umbrella researcher? Trying to reach out? Maybe another facility?” Amara hypothesized, it was the only logical thing that came to her. 

Joe laughs, though it doesn’t sound like he finds any of this particularly hilarious. “Highly doubt there’s people still that devoted to Umbrella.” 

Amara always divided former Umbrella employees into two categories: the devoted and the wise. She always liked the wise, for one thing, they weren’t as dumb as the devoted (for researchers, they sure didn’t use their brains). The wise researchers knew to get the fuck outta dodge as soon as they even whiffed the brewing disaster. The devoted? Oh, they’d been drinking the red Kool-Aid for so long.

Apprehending the devoted made her feel as though she’d left the real world behind and entered the world of Alice in Wonderland. They’d taken to the primrose path, the path of fantasy and illusion, believing themselves to be doing right with Umbrella as their guide through and through. 

Regardless, both bled the same.

“I think these coordinates will be worth a look. At least I won’t be leaving here empty-handed,” Amara replied. No painting, though. Guess that’d be for another mission. 

The return to the above ground is far less treacherous, a bit anticlimactic but she likes that. She’s well-equipped to engage in a little hand-to-hand combat, all thanks to Uncle Sam but these jeans were far too nice to get messed up. Who knew that she could throw a man off balance by just using her legs? Those were the better parts of training, the others she hoped would never resurface in her brain. She’d gotten good at dividing parts of her life now into sections. 

Climbing up the way she came in, she drops right down outside into a puddle, splashing a bit of her bootlaces with rainwater. It already seeped into her socks. Gross. 

She lets out a deep breath as she walks back over to Joe’s van (she’s not calling that thing a base, no matter how much he convinced her), holding out the disc she’d found earlier. “Mission accomplished?”

He runs it over and over through his fingers, appraising it for its usefulness to the reports he’d no doubt have to write too. “Mission accomplished. Well done, Agent Moore.” 

“Now you and your mystery van can skedaddle.” Amara waves her hands towards the road, chancing her eyes back towards the attraction. She sees a flash of red atop the roof. 

Joe chuckles briefly, turning his attention to starting up the van. He’s none the wiser to what Amara has her eyes set on. 

No fucking way. 

Talk about a ghost story. 

Amara makes sure that Joe drives off before following the trail. Could she have left well enough alone and got back to her hotel? Yes, absolutely. But at her core, she knows she’s curious as hell. Always had been. Besides wanting to protect others, she always had a curiosity to know all there is to know. 

And right now, she wanted to know why Ada Wong is haunting this attraction. 

Amara carefully plans her steps, trying to avoid detection by the woman as she watches from afar. Ada moves through as if she knew the place like the back of her hand. 

The path narrows, making it more than a little difficult for Amara to conceal her presence. 

“Well, well, well…” Amara announces herself, and for the first time since she’s known Ada, she notices a minute jump in her shoulders. “Didn’t take you for a history buff.”

Ada is slow to turn around but wears what seems to be a trademark smirk on her face, like she always knew something that no one else knew… most of the time she does.

“I could say the same to you.” 

Ada and Amara now faced each other in the dimly lit hallway. The only sound that could be heard was the stupid, cheesy narration about the Lady of the Lake.  Amara was tense, ready to fight, but also conflicted. Despite everything that had happened, she couldn't quite bring herself to hate Ada.

"So, you're the one who's been tailing me," Ada said, a smirk still ever present on her face. "I'm flattered."

Amara is puzzled by her words, she only stumbled upon Ada by chance. If anyone was tailing anyone, it had to be the other way around. 

"I'm not here to tail you," Amara said, raising her fists. "I'm here on a different mission but stopping you from causing any trouble would be a benefit.” 

Ada laughed. "And here I thought we were friends."

"We're not friends," Amara retorted. "But I don't hate you either."

"Good," Ada said, as she lunged forward with a swift kick. Amara blocked it easily, her training kicking in. The two women traded blows, each trying to gain the upper hand. Amara was quick and agile, an added benefit to whatever pumped through her blood, but Ada was more experienced and calculated in her movements.

As they fought, Amara couldn't help but think about the strange friendship that was developing—well, redeveloping— between them. She and Ada were on opposite sides, and now they crossed paths once again. Maybe it was just the adrenaline talking, but Amara found herself almost liking Ada.

"You know," Amara said, as they continued to fight. "I really don't hate you, Ada. I kind of like you, in a twisted sort of way."

Ada raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by Amara's admission. "Is that right? Well, that's good to know. Maybe we can be friends after all."

Amara smiled, just as she landed a punch on Ada's jaw. Ada stumbled back, but recovered quickly, launching herself into the fight.

Despite their differences, Amara and Ada fought with fierce intensity, each determined to come out on top. In the end, Ada emerged victorious, but as she helped Amara to her feet, the two women shared a small, knowing smile. Maybe they weren't enemies after all.

“With that in mind, you’ll have to forgive me, friend.”

Ada moves quickly, too quick for Amara to stop her. Jabbing a needle into her neck with efficiency. Not even her body could fight whatever was within the syringe. 

Things become unfocused, and blurry as she stumbles back, away from Ada. She clutches her throat, every muscle in it closing up. The last thing Amara sees is Ada standing over her, she fights to get out one crucial word, “Bitch.” 

Hours later

Amara jolts awake, gasping for air, expecting to shoot upwards but she finds that she can’t move. At all. Upon further inspection, she realizes she’s strapped down to a cold, hard table. 

The brightness of the light above her blinding, making it hard to see beyond its edges. How long had she been unconscious? 

The last thing she remembered is London, King Arthur, and…Ada. God damn it. That’s the last time she lets her defenses down so easily. So much for being friends.

She pulled and struggled against the restraints, hoping that “enhanced strength” would actually come in handy but found they were very unbudgeable.

“I wouldn’t mess with those if I were you,” a voice with an accent sounds off, “they were made just for you.” 

Amara turned her head, finding a curly-haired man leaning against the adjacent wall, his eyes scanning between her and the lab equipment next to him. “Who the fuck are you?” 

“Eso es irrelevante, encantador, ¿no?” There’s an almost sleaziness to his tone, it reminded her of the creeps you’d find on a busy street as they tried to catcall. 

Amara sneered. “Considering you’re holding me captive? It’s very relevant.” 

“I don’t find pleasure in this, precioso.” 

She laughs lightly, he was laying it on pretty thick. “Amara. As much as I love an ego boost, call me by my name.” 

“Amara, I am not the one holding you captive.”

“Okay…if it’s not you, then who is it? How long have I been here?”

“Long enough for me to take your blood,” he gestures to a machine, about 3 vials of red liquid sitting inside it.

“What?!”

“Relax, eh, I haven’t done anything with it. At least not anything they’d want.” 

Amara couldn’t find it in herself to put up with the back and forth anymore. If she’d learned anything from Raccoon City, it’s that time is of the essence and mincing words and being secretive got you nowhere good. “Enough with the runaround what you really mean bullshit. Get to the point.” 

The man comes close to her side, eyes darting around quickly before focusing his attention on her. Apprehension seemed to spring up in him on a dime. Whoever he worked for certainly must have him spooked. 

“There’s an infection, a virus, going around this village. I believe with your blood, they want to strengthen the strain. They call it Las Plagas.” 

So that’s why Ada brought her here. To be used in someone else’s nefarious game. Using her own bioorganic chemistry against her, against others. Amara was really beginning to think whoever Ada worked for and her own government was one and the same. Two sides of the same fucked up coin.

“Great, you’ve already stolen my blood, so why tell me this?”

“I’m a biologist. I think—no, know that I can reverse engineer a vaccine. Something to stave off symptoms.”

With his admission of this, Amara senses a serious case of deja vu once more. It’s John all over again. The intercepted email he wrote echoed in this man’s words, “Seriously, fuck these guys. Innocent people are getting hurt.” 

“How long would that take? I can’t imagine your employers are just going to let that happen under their noses.” 

“This is my lab, not theirs,” Luis said simply. “Think you can stand being strapped down a little longer?” 

Amara didn’t exactly want to trust this man. He’d given up this information so easily, what was to say he wouldn’t turn on her at some point? But, throwing caution to the wind, she goes along. Well, it’s not exactly like she had much of a choice, considering she’s the one strapped to a table, god knows where. 

“Just get on with it.” 

“Name’s Luis, by the way. Luis Serra.”

She nods in understanding, training her eyes on a corner of the wall to try and take her mind elsewhere. The hum of the lab equipment takes over the silence of the room. At least Luis seems to realize that he didn’t have to take up the air in the room by talking every second. Amara appreciates that. 

Her eyes move towards the other end of the lab, scanning over tubes filled with bubbling liquids, diagrams of molecular specifications, X-rays of subjects unknown to her, and, on the far wall, calculations of specific chemicals and their reactions. Whatever was going on, Luis’ employers had been going at it for quite some time. 

Amara is certainly no biologist but training in the government, you had to know some science. It wasn’t just close-quarters combat or weapons training, agents needed an analytical mind and the ability to recognize specimens, especially biological weapons now. 

Training with the government wasn’t too unlike the police academy, though there was the unfortunate thing of everyone, everyone, keeping their eyes on her. Her reputation preceded her and the same could be said for Leon.

There wasn’t a place in training where she didn’t hear utterances and whispers about him but he became just as elusive there as he was to her now. Upon learning that Leon was there, to begin with, pissed her off, they’d clearly gone against their deal but it’s not like she could do anything about it. 

And anyway, the government must have a personal vendetta about keeping them apart. But for her in the same circles, she was the subject. The Subject. Never her and never by name. There was another one she’d heard from recruits as she passed. Dark Angel. 

Dark Angels were known for their inability to fall and their brutality, well, at least to the mythos Amara had read. Still, she couldn’t stand either choice of names bestowed upon her.  

In a way, both were dehumanizing. A reminder of the distinction between her and everyone else. Amara certainly didn’t want to be separated from everyone else. It’s not like she asked to be turned into some science project. As much as Amara hated to, she looked on the bright side…it certainly made her infinitely more interesting than she actually was.

At some point, Amara found that she couldn't keep her eyes open, her eyes fought against the almost burning lids, but it was no use. 

She drifts off, finding that familiar set of blue eyes calling to her again. Man, were they pretty. 

Amara is now sitting up when she wakes up for the second time. Still strapped down, still not-so-cozy and there was a very chilly draft that lingered around, thanks to whoever stole her jacket—but overall this was much better than the hard table.

Shit, they took her sidearm too? Why is she only just now noticing? This place is beginning to suck more and more. 

One thing she hadn’t been warned of was her lungs burning, her eyes stinging, she had to fight for her first breath. She lets out a few coughs, her breathing returning to its normal pace. But, a weariness sat in her muscles that she couldn’t shake. 

Luis…

…where was he? How long had she slept this time? What the hell had he done since she’d been asleep? 

As if to answer her question, Luis runs inside the lab, with an urgency he didn’t possess before. At first, she couldn’t hear him, her senses hadn’t quite progressed past pain. Then she heard shouts. Whispers. Murmurs. 

Luis was yelling. Yelling at her. He was trying to coax her into consciousness in any way he could. “We have to go now!” 

“Go? Go where?” She asks while Luis undid the straps. Her legs wobbled as she stood, all the strength was gone momentarily but she regained her footing quickly. 

“Anywhere but here,” Luis pulls out a Red9, places a magazine in it, cocking it, and holding it at the ready. “You ready for an escape, Amara?”

“Is that even a question?”

He grinned and cocked his head towards the door. Amara hadn’t felt a rush like this in a long time. Something about it reminded her of Raccoon City in a sick, twisted kind of way. Luis grabbed her wrist and tugged her along, setting them both off into a sprint down long corridors and dimly lit passages with side doors and passcodes.

Amara’s eyes widened at just the enormity of this place, this was all Luis’ lab? There was no time to pause and gawk; getting the fuck out of here took priority, otherwise, both of them would be dead. 

“I guess this is a bad time to ask, but why are we running?” She questions between heaving breaths. Running and talking at the same time especially after only just being able to breathe again are not things Amara enjoyed doing. 

“Do you really want to-”

“Yes!” Amara interrupted him, ripping her hand from his to get a better pace going. 

Luis stops short as the hall opens up to a big space. Amara barely has a second to register his ceasing movement, preventing herself from all but crashing into his back. “That’s why.” 

Amara follows his line of sight, upon seeing what he’s referring to, she laughs bitterly. “Are you fucking for real right now?” 

This gigantic asshole stomped in through the door that Amara assumed was their ticket to freedom. He was dressed not unlike a monster she’d seen before, but this guy had a beard, yellow eyes, and sickly pallor to his skin and could talk. Wasn’t it bad enough that she had been kidnapped? But now she had to deal with this shithead? God must be playing a cruel joke on her.

Luis reached for his gun, but before he could draw it, the man’s towering figure charged at them. Amara tried to dodge, but the giant man grabbed her by the shoulder and threw her against a nearby table. She felt a searing pain in her side as something sharp pierced her skin.

He’s not here for me.

Luis fired his gun at him, but it had no effect on the hulking monster. As he advanced on him, Luis ducked out of the way, practically army-crawling to get to her.

"We have to go, now!" he yelled, dragging Amara behind him as they ran towards the door.

Amara stumbled, her head spinning. She could feel blood oozing from the fresh wound in her side and knew they had to keep moving if they wanted to survive. 

Just as she thought they might make it out alive, Mendez lunged towards them, his massive hand closing around Amara's neck from behind. The man was quicker than she thought he’d be. She gasped for air as he lifted her off the ground, the world spinning around her.

Mendez's grip tightened around Amara's neck as she struggled to breathe. She clawed at his arms, but it was no use. She was trapped.

"At least buy me dinner first!" Amara gasped out, her eyes flickering with anger. 

But it was too late. Mendez hurled her across the room, her body slamming into a nearby table with a sickening crack.

Everything went black.

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[arrthurpendragon]

⌨ + Lost Along the Way

“Beds empty!  No note!  Car gone!  You could have died!  You could have been seen!”  Mrs Weasely looked between Fred, George, and Ron - daring them to defy her.  They did not.  “Your father could have lost his job!” She carefully tacked on.

The three Weasely boys taking on the brunt on the storm seemed to deflate a little.  Leila’s heart began to beat a little more rapidly seeing the boys in trouble and her anxiety was just about to surge when Mrs Weasley surprised her.  The Weasely matriach wrapped an arm around Leila’s shoulder and pulled her close. She softly smiled down at Leila before looking at Harry with the same smile.

“Not that blame either of you two, Harry and Leila.” The compassion was evident in her voice as she gently rubbed Leila’s arm while she still held the young girl tight. “Why just last night Arthur and I were talking about getting you two ourselves.  If we hadn’t heard from either of you two by Friday . . .”

“If you were just going to get them anyway then what’s the big deal we did it already?” Ron muttered.  Obviously he hadn’t intended to say it loud enough for his mother to hear.  If looks could kill, Ron would have been dead from the withering look Mrs Weasley sent her son.

“The big deal? What’s the big deal?” She scoffed. “The big deal is that the three of you were flying halfway across the country in an illegal car!”

“But Mum, it was cloudy,” Fred countered while still chewing something. “I made sure we stayed covered by the clouds at all times.”

Almost at all times, Leila thought.  But she saw no need in pointing that out - the boys were already in trouble.

#oc: leila potter #fic: lost along the way #fd: harry potter #fd: wizarding world #send me a fic and i'll write a sentence game #danie📚

[lovewolf27]

Harry Potter as Slytherin 🐍 AU

- Harry is reserved, aloof, focused and smart

- He has a serious poker face because of his time at the Dursley so he hardly show emotions to anyone

- Hagrid, and Ron is sort of surprised that Harry was sorted to Slytherin nevertheless their relationship is the same, Hermione got sorted to Ravenclaw

- Harry is top of the class like Hermione, Master at every subject, His favorite is Transfiguration and Alchemy

- Unlike his 2 best friends, He finds Divination intriguing taught by Trelawney

- Draco wants to make friends with Harry because he is famous and his father Lucious thinks he is a future dark wizard since he is a Slytherin

- Harry isn't interested on making friends with a pureblood maniac like Draco or anyone in Slytherin because they are all egoistic bastards

- Harry doesn't get along with any Slytherin housemates

- Harry cast a harmful protective charm in his bed incase anyone tried to prank him (Draco tried and his finger got zapped)

- Harry prefers to read in the Library or study in the lake

- Bunch of Gryffindors tried to bully him but Harry easily turn them into rats while still reading his book, After that many students learned to never get in his way

- Harry reverse them back but give them a horrifying words to never disturb him again while studying for his test, they runaway but still hopes they can get their payback someday

- He is Slughorn's favorite student same as Hermione, much to Ron's displeasure (Just imagine he never retired and Snape is elsewhere)

- Harry never reveals to anyone about his life nor his parents are dead, he is a private person except for his friends

- Many girls finds Harry extremely handsome with his right eye lightning like scar (Removing the forehead scar to give him some menace)

- When he went to Flourish and Blotts to buy his books, and Gilderoy Lockhart pull him for a picture, Harry secretly destroyed the camera (Cofringo) after leaving the shop to prevent it for being put in the daily prophet, the cameraman think it magically overheated

- When Gilderoy started a duelling class session, one of the bully from Gryffindor were eager to get a chance of payback against Harry, but Harry defeats them again before they can move their wand

- Harry doesn't like Quidditch because it is a waste of time and energy that has no benefits for his study, Ron doesn't like his comment

- McGonagall and Flitwick like Harry because he is a master of their class of Transfiguration and Charms saying that 'he performs every advanced spells in one try easily' even at non-verbal spell better than Hermione

- Harry has a magic mirror that allowed him to communicate with Ron and Hermione

- When Lucious Malfoy meet Harry he wanted to see his scar properly by forcing to touch his hair but Harry cast Petrificus totalus on him, Arthur and the Weaselys was happy about it

- Harry cast a cursed on Rita Skeeter's hands when she write bad things about him and his friends in the daily prophet, Everytime she writes his name or anyone dearly close to him, Her hands start to have scars that said "I must not tell lies"

- Unlike Hermione, Harry is willing to help Ron on his schoolwork like answer his homework or let him copy on his exam ( If possible)

- Harry learned how to make 'Liquid Luck' and give it to Ron if he needed some confidence and luck in his quidditch match

- After defeating Voldemort and blah blah blah, He became Auror for 10 years and quit to become a Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts,

- Years later he became the head of Slytherin house, Harry made sure to punish his Slytherin students equally if they cheat on Quidditch or do anything bad like bullying Muggle-borns (McGonagall is glad to have someone who can actually handle their Slytherin behaviors now)

#Harry Potter AU #harry potter #wizarding world #harrypotter #slytherin #hogwarts #harry james potter #jk rowling #gryffindor #Hermione #Ron Weasly

[ofdarkestdesires]

Oh my god! So D&D is a muggle game. Arthur Weasely loves anything to do with muggers. He would love D&D!

Now there’s an idea—Arthur Weasley playing Dungeons and Dragons. Would love to see him rationalizing the muggle idea of fantasy, it would intrigue him so much!

[mermaid886]

They had nearly made it to the storefront when a voice called out, “Bet you loved that, didn’t you, Snape?!”

Ellery jerked to a stop as Harriet halted and turned around with her emerald eyes narrowed in the direction of that familiar sound.

She scoffed as she watched Draco slowly descend the nearby staircase, with his pale, blonde hair slicked back, and his black cloak billowing at his sides.

“Loved what, Malfoy?” Harriet snapped, “What are you doing here? Don’t your parents order your books to be shipped to your house or something?”

“My father came to meet Professor Lockhart, Snape, if you must know.” Draco snapped haughtily before he sneered at Ellery.

Ellery cowered at Harriet’s side as she shrugged and retorted, “My father works with Professor Lockhart so it’s really nothing to him at all.”

A tense silence fell between the three children before another voice called out, “.....Alright there, Harriet?”

Harriet, Ellery, and Draco both looked over at Ron, who frowned at them nervously.

“Ron!” Harriet cried.

The happiness in her voice as her eyes fell on her best friend caused a visible veil of jealousy to cloud Draco’s handsome features.

Ron came closer as Ellery blinked while Harriet introduced him, “Ron, this is my brother, Ellery. Ellery, this is Ron Weasley, my friend.”

“How do you do?” Ron asked Ellery, who nodded politely, but shyly remained quiet.

Draco grit his teeth as Ron turned his head and called across the shop, “Ginny! Ginny, come over here!”

The children watched as a small, red-headed girl came to stand beside Ron before he introduced her to Harriet and Ellery, “This is my little sister, Ginny.” He nodded proudly, “Ginny, this is my friend, Harriet Snape, and her brother, Ellery.”

While the Snapes and Weasleys exchanged introductions, Draco stood on the steps with a frown.

Despite his wealth and noble status, he realized that he had become a pitiful outsider in the current social situation.

He had no siblings to introduce and only his history of Harriet’s dislike to keep him disappearing from the scene altogether, but cold, grey eyes carefully watched them all as the footsteps of heavy, black boots approached.

Severus knew of the mission that Voldemort had recently assigned to Lucius Malfoy, though he did not know where, why, or how his friend would carry out the order he had been given.

With a small, black book hidden between his belt and his glove, Lucius approached the children as he slapped a polite smile of deception on his face.

“Well, well, Harriet, how good to see you again…….Ellery.” He nodded at Severus’s son and daughter.

“Hello, Mr. Malfoy.” Harriet said politely as Ellery nodded in response.

“Let’s see…..” Lucius stared at Ron and Ginny, “Red hair, vacant expressions…..” He frowned as he lifted a book from Ginny’s cauldron, “And second-hand texts, you must be a few of the Weasley children.”

“.......They are indeed, Lucius.” Arthur Weasely said with a firm frown as he stepped from the crowd of shoppers to face his colleague.

“Ah, Arthur….We missed you at the office on Friday.” Lucius said as he slyly slipped that small black book from under his glove to hide behind Ginny’s thrifted volume without anyone noticing.

“Did you?” Arthur asked, “I entered my holiday time a month ago, perhaps you missed the memo, along with the rest of your department?”

As the two fathers verbally sparred, Draco took advantage of the attention being focused on them to glance Harriet up and down.

He was ashamed of his own musings as he contemplated how sweet and soft her pink lips looked.

If he had been alone with Harriet, he could have leaned forward and pressed his mouth against hers…..

While Draco drooled over his fiancé, Lucius let a cocky, feigned chuckle escape his lips as he shrugged and said, “Perhaps so, Arthur. Unlike your department, mine is so very busy we have little time for such menial tasks. I’ll speak to our secretary about it on Monday.”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/33703366/chapters/100644081

#severitus #snape adopts harry #female harry potter #drarry #draco x harry #snily #harry potter #fanfic #draco malfoy #lucius malfoy

[swiftieblyth]

The Nightshade Sisters: The Sorting Hat

Warnings- dead mom, abusive dad, raised by aunt uncles and godparents, death eaters, Voldemort, violence and murder, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, all other Harry Potter stuff

Let me know if there’s anything else!

Rosie stayed with Ron and Harry as they made their way up to the castle but never talked to them. 

“Welcome to Hogwarts,” an old lady in a which hat said to all the first years. “The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common room. ‘The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting. I shall return when we are ready for you. Please wait quietly.” The lady walked away and all the students looked around.

“It’s true then,” a pale, blond-haired boy called, making everyone look at him. “What they’re saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.”

Harry and Ron looked at each other as the first years started merming around them. Rosie took a few steps back not wanting people to see her with him. 

“This is Grabbe, and Goyle,” the boy continued motoning to the two big boys next to him. He smiled and walked in front of Harry. “And I’m Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.” Ron laughed a little and the blond looked at him with disgust. “Think my name is funny, do you? No need to ask you yours. Red hair and a hammy down robe, you must be a Weasley. You’ll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than the others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.”

“I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks.” Harry replied, Draco scoffed and walked away. As he turned he made eye contact with Rosie and smiled a bit, making Rosie blush. As Draco walked away the lady with the hat came back in and looked at them.

“We’re ready for you now. Follow me.” Professor McGonagall stated. She led them into the Great Hall and everyone looked around in amazement.

“Ceddie, look,” Lacy called as she saw Rosie. “It’s Rosie.” 

Rosie looked over and saw her two siblings smiling at her, and gave them a smile and a small wave, as they did the same to her. Lacy made a heart of her hands and blew a kiss to Rosie.

“Well don’t embarrass her, Lace,” Cedric smiled.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t help it. I’m so proud of her. She’s gone through so much.”

The group of first years made their way to the front of the room and got ready to be sorted into their houses. “When I call your name,” McGonagall explained. “You will put on the hat, and sit on the stool. Granger, Hermionie.”

“Oh no,” Herminoie breathed. “Okay, relax.”

“Mental that one.” Ron whispered to Harry as Hermionie got sorted into Gryffindor.

“Malfoy, Draco.” McGonagall called, and the boy from earlier made his way up to the sorting hat. Before the hat was even fully on his head it called out Slytherin. The blond smirked, and walked away to sit with his friends.

“Nightshade, Rosie,” McGonagall called. Rosie’s heart stopped as she made her way up, feeling everyone watch her.

Lacy grabbed Cedric’s arm and squeezed it.

Rosie sat on the stool and McGonagall put the hat on her head.

“Hm,” the hat recalled. “Interesting you are. Nightshade, sister of Lacy Nightshade?”

“Yes.” Rosie whispered. 

“Shy, girl, I could put you in Hufflepuff with your sister, but that doesn’t seem right. You’re intelligent like your uncle, definitely have his brains, and it seems more than just that.”

“I don’t have it, if that’s what you’re implying,” Rosie whispered. “I was just born an animagus.”

 “I see. There’s a darker side to you, a mysterious side. Just like your aunt. SLYTHERIN!” The hat yelled.

The Slytherins started cheering and standing up, as McGonagall took the hat off of Rosie’s head. Rosie made her way to the Slytherin table but looked at her siblings at the Hufflepuff table. Lacy gave her a small smile. “It’s okay, Little Ross. We still love you.” Cedric mouthed to her, making her feel better.

“Welcome to Slytherin,” someone smiled, as Rosie sat down at the table. Rosie smiled, but didn’t reply. Someone patted her back, making her flinch a little. She sat down hoping no one saw and looked down at the table.

Lacy saw Rosie flinch and let out a breath, squeezing Cedric’s arm. “Did you see that?” Lacy asked, trying to get a better few of her sister. “Can you see her? Is she okay?”

“She’s okay. She’s sitting. I saw everything happen. Someone just patted her back, and it scared her.”

“Oh poor girl.” Lacy sighed.

A tall wizard with long white hair, and a long white beard stood up and opened his arms, getting everyone’s attention. “Welcome,” he called. “Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!” The man finished, and dishes filled with food of all kinds appeared on every table.

Rosie grabbed some food and started eating, keeping to herself as everyone around her talked with their friends. “So Rosie,” the prefect sitting next to her asked. “Which one of your parents was in Slytherin?”

“Oh um,” Rosie struggled, looking at her food, not wanting to answer. “My aunt and uncle were both Slytherins.”

“What about your parents?” One of the big boys from earlier asked. 

Rosie looked up and saw the two big boys and the blonde looking at her. “W- what?”

The big boys snickered at her response but the blonde just kept staring at her, with curiosity in his eyes.

“You’re parents,” the other big boy replied. “Have you gotten any?”

“Yeah, just not Slytherin.” Rosie lied.

The dinner finally ended and Rosie followed the Slytherins to their common rooms. Rosie went to her room and lied in her bed while everyone else was in the common room talking. Rosie looked at a picture of her and her family. It was taken last year before the accident. The family showed Cedric and his parents, Rosie, and Lacy, their aunt and uncle, and their younger cousins, Hannah and Emma. Emma was just a few months old in the picture, sleeping peacefully in her mother’s arms, and Hannah who was about five at the time was in her father's arms. Rosie put the picture down and started to cry into her pillow. 

After a few seconds Rosie felt something soft cuddling up next to her, Rosie looked up and saw her cat, Brownie, nuzzling her face into her side. “Hi, Brownie,” Rosie smiled, petting her cat.

Rosie fluttered her eyes open and looked around the dark room. She noticed that everyone was there, she didn’t know what time it was but she didn’t care, she got out her book and went to the common room with Brownie following close behind. Rosie sat down on the couch in front of the fire and watched it as Brownie jumped into her lap. 

“I miss him, Brownie,” Rosie whispered, stroking her cat. “He was like my dad. I know he was my uncle, but he raised me after… After what happened with my parents.”

While Rosie was talking to her cat, the blonde boy, Draco, started making his way down the stairs to the common room. He stopped when he heard a soft quiet voice coming from the common room. He peeked his head around the corner and saw Rosie, talking, petting her cat who was on her lap. Tears threatened to fall out of her eyes. 

“Ceddie’s been a huge help to me over these past few months,” Rosie explained to the cat, a tear falling on her face. “I feel so bad for Hannah and Emma not being able to grow up with their dad, when he was actually a great guy. I wish my dad was good…” Rosie got cut off by a noise coming from around the corner. “He-hello?” She asked.

Draco walked around the corner and scared Rosie. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Draco explained. “I heard you talking and I was… Well I don’t know, I’ve barely heard you talk so I was listening.” 

Rosie stared at him with wide eyes, a hint of blush on her face. “How long have you been there?”

“Not long, I promise. I’m sorry, it’s just…” Draco struggled. “You don’t talk much do you?”

Rosie looked down at her hands, and shook her head. “It’s not that I don’t like people,” Rosie explained. “It’s just, they don’t like me.”

“Well, I like you,” Draco stated, sitting down next to her. “And I can talk for you when you need me to.”

“Thank you…Malfoy?” Rosie asked, unsure of his name.

“Draco.” Draco let out, putting his hand out to her.

“Rosie,” Rosie smiled, shaking his hand. “Rosie Nightshade.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Rosie Nightshade.”

“You too, Draco Malfoy.”

“Who were you talking to?”

“Oh, just my cat,” Rosie explained, gesturing to Brownie, purring on her lap. “Brownie. I have the cat and my sister has the owl.”

“You have a sister?”

“Yeah. I have an older sister, two younger sisters, and an older brother.”

“Wow, what’s it like having so many siblings? Is it fun?”

“It can be. My older siblings are both in Hufflepuff, so I don’t really understand why I’m in Slytherin.”

“Maybe there’s a reason you’re here. Maybe we were supposed to become friends,” Draco threw out.

“Friends?” Rosie asked. “We’re friends?”

“Yeah, is that a problem?”

“Well I mean, I’ve never had friends before.”

“What why?”

“No one likes me, when they get to know me, and hear about my life. They just pity me.”

“Rosie, I will never pity you.”

            “You don’t know that. You barely even know me.”

            “Then, let me know you. We could be great friends if you give me a chance.”

            “You have to promise not to pity me.”

            “I promise.”

“My mum died shortly after I was born, and apparently my dad became abusive.”

“Oh, Rosie, I’m so sorry,” Draco let out.

“It’s okay. I don’t really remember him, but my sister does.”

“What about your brother? Does your brother remember it?”

“My brother isn’t his son.”

“What do you mean?”

“He’s technically my Godbrother. After my aunt and uncles found out about my dad, they fought to take us in. Once my aunt and her husband had their first kid they decided that we needed Godparents so, it only seemed fitting that they would be my aunt's best friends family. We had all grown up knowing them anyways, and my sister and I had already been really close with their son since birth. How ever, last year my uncle died, so me, my three sisters, and our aunt, and our other uncle, my aunt and mum's brother, moved in with our Godfamily.”

“Oh, Rosie, I’m so sorry.” 

“See, there it is. You’re pitying me, just like everyone else.”

“Rosie, I promise, that I’m not pitying you. I hate that all of that has happened to you, and I want to protect you from the world. If you’ll let me, I want to be your best friend.”

“I’d like that.”

LACY’S POV:

“How do you think she’s doing?” Lacy asked Cedric as they sat in the Huffelpuff common room. 

“Lace, she’ll be okay.”

“I know. But I’m just so worried about her. She was so worried about being in a different house than everyone she knows.”

“Hey, Lace, she’ll make friends, okay?”

“I know, but Cedie, I mean you know how hard things are for her.”

“I know, Lace.”

“And I mean gosh, she’s so close with Uncle Remus, and I know she’s going to hate not being able to be with him and take care of him during full moons.”

“I know. But hey, she’s going to write to him. You know that. She’s going to be just fine. How about you go to bed? We can see her in the morning.”

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley #draco x you #fred weasley x pregnant reader #fred weasly x reader #fred weasely x y/n #fred wealsey fic #cedric diggory #draco malfoy #draco malfoy imagines #draco malfoy imagine #draco x reader #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #hp fanfic #hp #hp fandom #harry potter #remus lupin #sirius black #arthur weasley #molly weasley #bill weasley #charlie weasley #percy weasley #george weasley #ron weasley #ginny weasley

[writingpossum]

It Feels Like This - Chapter 8

Harry took a long time to get ready for the wedding, though he didn’t have to do much. He knew Ron wasn’t worried that he’d run off again, but the thought of a party when he was constantly worried about another attack wasn’t his idea of a good time. It had been a couple weeks, so he hoped that meant they were in the clear for now, but maybe the Death Eaters were waiting to catch them in an unsuspecting moment. But of course he was going to be there, if for no other reason but to be in solidarity with those that were trying to have a day of sunshine in all the darkness. When he finally made his way downstairs, he could see the commotion of the Weaselys trying to get the tent ready: Arthur was yelling at Fred and George, who kept dropping their corners on top of each other. It almost brought a smile to his face. He was glad George was okay. Nothing a couple of healing potions and rest couldn’t fix, though he’d never get his ear back, but he was glad everyone’s spirits were up.

Must be nice, he mused to himself as he picked a newspaper up off the kitchen table. Rita Skeeter. God, he hated that woman. Nothing she wrote was ever reliable information, and he really had no idea how she’d gotten her job back with The Daily Prophet with the amount of complaints she was bound to have against her. Now she was spreading lies about Dumbledore. It made his blood boil.

“Zip me up, will you?”

Harry turned at the sound of Ginny’s voice. She moved her hair to the side, revealing a large amount of her back under an open dress. Harry swallowed, but made slow deliberate steps toward her and with shaky fingers, grabbed hold of the zipper.

“It seems silly, doesn’t it? A wedding,” she muttered when the silence became too much for either of them to bear. “Given everything that’s going on.”

His hands moved over her shoulders as he finished and fastened the clasp. A celebration of love. That’s what they were focusing on today. “Maybe that’s the best reason to have it. Because of everything that’s going on.

She nodded as she turned around, glancing down at his lips as if something might happen, but made no further attempt to move closer. “Thanks, Harry. Maybe you’re right. I’m going to go see if they need help outside, okay? Hermione might need you to help her once she gets dressed, too.” Ginny looked out the window at the set-up, and Harry’s eyes followed. Hermione was laughing with the rest of the Weasleys as she helped put lights up. Ginny looked back to Harry, whose brow furrowed. “Or do you think I haven’t noticed?”

“I-I… what?”

“It’s okay,” she half-smiled, waving to George as he came into the kitchen for some coffee. “I always thought you two made a good couple.”

Harry’s heart sank. She didn’t care. At all. “Hermione and I aren’t… we’re not a couple, so…”

“Could’ve fooled me. You’ve been looking at her like that for years .” Harry was suddenly very aware of a strange grin on his face, and he immediately dropped it. “A word of advice, though…” she glanced out again, the calm before the storm, “I’d tell her sooner rather than later if you want to enjoy it.”

Harry was flabbergasted as she left. Years. Harry had been looking at Hermione like that for years? Like what ? How could Ginny suggest something Harry wasn’t even aware of himself? It didn't make sense. Ginny had been infatuated with Harry since second year, and he specifically remembered how her eyes had widened in embarrassment and shock when he first went to the Burrow after Ron had rescued him from the Dursleys’, and her concern for him in the Chamber of Secrets when she noticed he was hurt, and how she seemed to gravitate towards him at Quidditch practice or at meals. When they were at Hogwarts together, he noticed her eyes on him quite frequently, but he’d only noticed because he was looking too. Combined with his conversation with Ron… 

“Do you fancy her?”

“What?”

“That wasn’t a no.”

Ginny was attractive, brilliant, and his interactions with her had been enjoyable, but now that he thought about it, there wasn’t much they had in common besides Quidditch. But maybe that’s because they hadn’t tried to spend much time together. There’s no way he couldn’t actually like her... right? Ron hadn’t seemed to notice anything, though, (not that that was anything new) so he’d never offered an approval or otherwise. 

Just as he started the process of trying to unravel his own feelings, the Minister of Magic was there, and Harry had to call Hermione from the yard, trying not to embarrass himself at the weird crack in his voice. He couldn’t get over Ginny’s comment, but that was yet another thing to put on the backburner.

“To what do we owe the pleasure, Minister?”

“I think we both know the answer to that question, Mr. Potter,” he replied, gesturing for them to sit down on the couch. Harry made a point of letting Ron sit in the middle.

When it was all over and Molly was letting everyone know the festivities would be starting soon, Hermione volunteered to bring everything back upstairs with the rest of their stuff as she got ready. Through all of his efforts to help with setup, Molly continued to usher him back into the house, telling him to rest. He was on his second cup of tea when Hermione came downstairs. 

“Hey, Harry? I tried to find Ginny to help zip me up, but I guess she’s already outside… Do you think you could…?” She blushed a little as she turned around, and Harry internally cursed Ginny. She probably did it on purpose.

“Of course,” Harry promised, easily repeating the action. “You look beautiful, Hermione.” He’d been avoiding her for most of the day while he dwelled on some hidden feelings he could have been harboring for the past years , apparently, but there was no avoiding her now. In this ceremony of love. Great.

A strange look came over Hemione’s face. “Thanks.”

Harry had never been to a wedding before, so he wasn’t sure what to expect, but he quickly found himself wishing it would be a little quicker. Fleur looked amazing, and Bill looked great, but everyone seemed to be crying before anything had even started, Mrs. Weasley and Madame Delacour the most. It didn’t help that Hermione’s hand had found itself resting on Harry’s knee, which was becoming increasingly distracting. Finally, he caught the part he knew meant it was coming to a close. 

“Do you, William Arthur, take Fleur Isabelle…”

Hermione’s hand tightened on his knee, and he put his over it, silently trying to move it before she hurt him. But she thought it was an invitation and turned her hand over instead, lacing their fingers together and squeezing his hand just as hard.

“And do you, Fleur Isabelle, take William Arthur…”

Hermione’s head fell onto his shoulder, and her free hand moved to wrap around his arm. His heart was pounding at Hermione’s closeness - somehow Ginny’s words gave it so much more meaning than he normally would think about. Had it been like this the whole time? He pulled away a little to look at her, and teary eyes quickly met his.

“... then I declare you bonded for life.”

Once the ceremony was over and everybody was up and moving, Hermione wiped her eyes and tried to rub a tear off the shoulder of his shirt with a giggled apology. They parted ways for the reception, and Harry felt like he could breathe again without being nervous, but every once in a while, he caught her eyes and she’d smile, a soft blush on her cheeks. With all the music and laughter, Harry almost had convinced himself that he was allowed to have a good time. He debated asking her to dance, but then he noticed a familiar face across the tent, one he saw in the newspaper, and all thoughts of a party were out the window.

“Excuse me, sir. May I sit down?”

***

As soon as Kingsley’s Patronus vanished after the announcement, the crowd became a frenzy of running, Disapparating, hiding. They had to leave. Hermione had prepared for this, which she was glad. She took one last look at the people around her, some which she may never see again, and ran towards Ron, pushing a couple people out of the way. He was the closest. Then, they searched the panicking crowd for Harry.

“Harry!” she called. It wasn’t until she saw Lupin pushing him towards them that she reached for his hand, immediately Disapparating them out of the reception.

Nearly being hit by a bus seemed like a low risk.

“Where are we?” Ron asked, looking around once they were safely on the sidewalk. He’d probably never seen so much Muggle technology in his life.

“Shaftesbury Avenue,” Hermione answered. “I used to come to the theater here with Mum and Dad. I don’t know why I thought of it; it just popped into my head.” Her brain was on high alert. The street was packed, and any one of these people could be a Death Eater in disguise.

Harry looked in wonder at all the lights, a little overwhelmed by the sirens and honking and people, but he’d never seen anything like this, and the look on Ron’s face told him he never had, either.

“This way,” she continued, leading them down the street and out of the crowds. Once she found an empty alley, she pulled them close to the wall and opened her bag. “We need to change.”

Ron’s eyes widened as she reached almost her entire arm into her bag. “How the ruddy…”

“Undetectable Extension charm,” she quickly explained, handing them each an entire set of clothes.

“You’re amazing, you are,” Ron huffed.

“Always the tone of surprise,” she teased back. A loud thumping, clattering noise came from within the bag and Hermione sighed. “That would be the books. Get dressed.”

“What about you?” Ron asked hesitantly, already sliding his jacket and vest over his shoulders.

Hermione looked down at herself. That was one thing she hadn’t thought about. There was no privacy here. She could turn around for the boys to change - not that it mattered, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop the blush from just thinking about Ron (or Harry, for that matter) in his underwear standing in front of her, no matter the context. But for her, she didn’t want to expose herself in a back alley in London without some kind of cover, and when she was changing, she wouldn’t have her wand on her. “You two change. Then hold your jackets in front of me.”

Harry’s eyes widened. “What?”

“Cover me with your jacket and don’t you dare think about peeking.”

He swallowed, and once Hermione had turned around while they changed, true to her word, he held his jacket up the best he could in front of her and turned his head away as much as possible, Ron next to him doing the same. “This alright?”

“It’ll do.” 

She tried not to look at the back of either of their heads as she stripped down not even a foot away from her two best friends. At least the tent she borrowed from Arthur had a private bathroom. A bit disheveled, she pulled on pants, a shirt, and a jacket, ensuring everything was zipped and she was covered before telling them they could turn around. Harry still hesitated for a second. 

“That was horrifying,” Hermione groaned as she slid on a new pair of shoes, tossed her dress into the bag, and started walking again.

There weren’t a lot of quiet places open this time of night, but Hermione managed to find an empty café with the neon “ OPEN ” sign lighting up the side street they’d ventured onto. It was one she remembered passing a couple times on the way to other places, but they never stopped in. This whole area constantly reminded her of her parents and the memories they’d lost, but she pushed it aside. Those memories were what could save their lives.

“What about all the people at the wedding? Do you think we should go back?” Harry asked, keeping a careful eye on the waitress as she moved from behind the counter up to their table.

“They were after you, mate. We’d put everyone in danger by going back.”

“Ron’s right,” Hermione sighed.

“Coffee?” asked the waitress, who seemed irritated that they’d showed up so late in the evening.

“Uh...” Hermione’s eyes glanced towards the front window. “Cappuccino, please.”

“You?”

“What she said.”

“Same,” Harry answered.

The woman left without another word.

“So where do we go from here?” Ron continued. “The Leaky Cauldron?”

Hermione could feel their eyes on her as she shook her head. “It’s too dangerous. If Voldemort really has taken over the Ministry, then none of the old places are safe. Everyone at the wedding will have gone into hiding.”

Harry’s heart sank. “God, my rucksack with all my things. I’ve left it at the Burrow!” Hermione shook her head with a small smirk, subtly patting her bag. “...You’re joking.”

“I packed all our essentials when I was getting ready for the wedding. Just in case.”

“Hermione, you’re-” He paused as the men who just walked in stopped at the counter and drew their wands. “Get down!”

The small café began to explode around them. Hermione ducked across the aisle behind a table while Ron and Harry slid behind another. Choruses of “ Stupefy!” rang out as attack after attack on each side launched across the room. Hermione was thankful she’d taught the boys as many non-verbal spells as she could; it provided the element of surprise. Ron took one of the men down, and the other turned to Harry.

“ Petrificus Totalus! ” The pastry case shattered, but the man was down. The three of them popped their heads up out of their hiding places, panting as the waitress came out from the back and gasped. “Go! Leave!” Hermione ordered, and the woman didn’t hesitate. Hermione’s eyes looked around - the Muggles were going to have to deal with Death Eaters, too, and for a moment, she briefly wondered how many of them would get hurt because of this. Because of them.

“Lock the door. Get the lights,” Harry ordered. This was just a precursor of what was to come, an easy fight compared to what might be in the very near future. Ron used his Deluminator to collect the main lights while Hermione locked the door and pulled the blinds down, turning off that bloody “ OPEN ” sign as well.

Something had changed in Ron. Maybe it was the fact that it was a war now or the fact that he was face-to-face with the people they were fighting, but Hermione’s heart broke for him at the fact that he even thought about killing these men. Sure, he was right; if it was the other way around, they wouldn’t have a second thought about killing them, but they were teenagers, and Hermione hadn’t figured out yet if she was actually willing to kill somebody for the sake of this fight. If her life was in danger, if Harry’s or Ron’s lives were in danger, maybe, but she tried not to think about it too hard. She’d cross that bridge if she got there. 

She did find it much easier, though, to wipe the memories of these random men, even as they were staring into her eyes. It wasn’t something she was proud of, but she knew in her heart that it wouldn’t be the only time she’d have to do something she wouldn’t be proud of. For a fleeting moment, she worried about how easy it had been. But she took a look at Harry, the one all this was for, and knew when this war was over, he’d be safe. In the end, that thought was what made it easy. Once it was done and they’d cleaned up what they could of the glass and debris, Hermione wiped the blood off her cheek with her sleeve. “Let’s go.”

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International Women's Day is when you just happen to know that all of your fave men (and masculine presenting individuals) in HP are getting strapped down by their respective partners.

I'm talking Molly and Arthur, Harry and Ginny, Remus and Dora, Lucius and Narcissa, Snape and whoever he happens to be dating at the time, etc.

Happy International Women's Day!

#Molly × Arthur #Ron × Hermione #Hinny #Harry × Ginny #ronmione #lucissa #lucius x narcissa #remadora #Remus × Tonks #Dumbledore × Minerva #weird ik but they gotta have their fun too #severus × aurora #mc black × Severus #severus × oc #molly weasley #arthur weasely #ron weasey #hermione granger #harry potter #ginny weasley #Lucius Malfoy #Narcissa Malfoy #remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #severus snape #harry potter oc #hp #Severus × Evelyn #severus snape x evelyn black #evelyn black