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Dad! Severus Snape x Daughter! Reader

Summary: After believing her father to be dead, Y/N goes to avenge him. What happens when alive?

Warnings: Mentions of character death, maybe just a little cursing.

A/N: It's springtime, so you know what that means. Finals! This took too long to write. I rewrote this 3 times. I changed the plot 3 times! I really hope y'all like this. I wanted to get it out by the end of the night.

“Y/N Snape!” Professor McGonagall yelled out.

My 11-year-old self stood tense, too nervous to move. I was surrounded by my future classmates. We all wore plain black robes, while the older kids sat at their House’s assigned tables, wearing their assigned house robes. I’ve sat through many Sorting Ceremonies, so why was I so nervous?

I look up towards my father. He wears a stern look on his face, but it’s directed towards someone else. I follow his sight to find Harry Potter seated with his fellow Gryffindors. I look the boy up and down, analyzing him. I knew very little about the scar headed boy, but I knew my father had some not-so-great things to say about his father.

I felt someone behind me give me a push. I look back behind me to see ‘Pugface’ Parkinson giving me a mean glare. “Go!” She said, waving me off like a peasant. I sent a glare back toward her as I slowly approached the chair with the Sorting Hat next to it. My 11-year-old self was met with Professor McGonagall holding the Sorting Hat in her hand. She gave me a slight nod, motioning for me to have a seat. I do as instructed and try to relax as the old hat is placed upon my head.

I can feel my father’s stare from the back of my head. Every student was turned to see which house the daughter of the “cruelest” teacher would receive.

“Hmmm. This is very difficult. Loyal to your father and many others like a true Hufflepuff. You hold much bravery like a Gryffindor. And you're smart and wise like a Ravenclaw. But I think that’s what makes you so clever and resourceful like a Slytherin. So, how about…”

Even though I knew which house I would receive, there was still a small part of me that was scared of getting a different house. I turned toward my father. He had shifted his face towards me. He looked at me like he was studying me. When I heard “Slytherin!” I was up on my toes. I smiled wide and hopped towards my seat at the Slytherin table next to Draco. My eyes shift back towards my father to see a slight smirk and a wink. I felt Draco pull me into a tight hug.

My entrance into Slytherin was amazing and one of the best days of my life. I was accepted by everyone in the house, and it wasn't because of my dad. Slytherins protected each other. Everyone could be what they wanted around each other, and they wouldn't be judged. At least, that was until Voldemort came back during my fourth year, and all Slytherins would be categorized as Death Eaters by all the other houses.

During my 5th year, Draco and I were recruited as Death Eaters. My father fought hard for me to keep my innocence, but his "loyalty" to the Dark Lord wasn't enough to save me or Draco. My father saw the fear in both of us, so he made an unbreakable vow to keep both of us safe during our mission, ordered by Voldemort.

The next year, the wizarding world would become a depressing place to live in. People are tortured by Voldemort's followers. Parents are scared to send their children to Hogwarts. Children, Forced away from their homes, as debt owed to the Dark Lord by their parents. The circumstances only got worse as the war progressed.

Now, the Battle of Hogwarts had begun, and I was all alone. I looked all over Hogwarts for my father. He had left me at home, to keep me safe, but I couldn't stand the idea of something bad happening to my father. I checked his classroom, Filch’s office, the Slytherin common room, anywhere I thought my father would be. My last stop was the Great Hall. The giant room was cleared of the enchanted ceiling and the mesmerizing furniture, and what had once been a place where everyone could be themselves and live out their wildest dreams, was now full of pain and death.

Students, parents, and teachers stood over loved ones, sobbing their hearts out. Children and Teenagers lay motionless on mats. Medical help from St. Mungo’s Hospital ran from cot to cot, mat to mat, trying to help and save the soldiers and survivors of the war. Soldiers of the war entered the room critically injured. Some were pale, and the only color that showed was the blood oozing out of their body.

All I saw were dead, injured, and grieving people. But I didn’t see my father anywhere.

“Y/N!” A familiar scar headed boy was running up to me with his friends following closely. Harry wore a look of concern, sadness, and guilt. I turned towards the boy, hoping he knew the whereabouts of my father, but his face worried me.

"Potter, whatever it is, it's gonna have to wait. Unless you know where my father is," I said hopefully. When they didn't speak, I shook them off and turned before walking away.

Harry ran in front of me, stopping my motions. “Y/N, that's what I wanted to talk to you about,” he was breathing heavily like he had just run a marathon without stopping. “Well, spit it out! Where is he?” My mind was running in circles, repeating the same phrase over and over. Please be okay. Please be okay. Please Be Okay. But the more I stared into Harry and his friend's eyes, the phrase started to change. Please Don't Be Dead. Please Don't Be Dead. Please. Don’t. Be DEAD.

“Ron, Hermione, and I followed your father to the boat house out by the docks,” Harry said, starting to sound less out of breath, but sadder. My eyes filled with tears at the scenarios that were running through my head. “He was with Voldemort. Your father gave Voldemort Dumbledore's wand, the Elder Wand. Voldemort then said that there was only one way to truly own the Elder Wand. Voldemort sent Nagini to attack him. She-she continued to attack him until his last breath… I am so sorry, Y/N," Harry explained. I felt my body become unable to stand. Harry leaned forward and quickly grabbed me before my body hit the floor. I felt like I had lost the ability to breathe. Harry rubbed my back smoothly, repeating the phrases, “I’m sorry” and “you don’t deserve this”.

It felt strange to be comforted by the boy I and all the other Slytherins would bully. We all knew that there would be a day when the title of "the chosen one" would actually be something. That one day, Voldemort would rise once again, and Harry would have to prove himself worthy of the title. But that didn't matter to us at the time. And now, here I was crying my eyes out in his arms.

I heard loud sobs coming from my left. I turned to see a group of redheads standing in a circle. A pair of legs could be seen from between the group's legs. “Ron, you too?” I asked through my tears.

“Yeah, my brother, Fred,” he looked down to not show the tears in his eyes. He must have really loved his brother. Maybe not as much as I did my dad, but he still cared for his brother. It crushed him to even look in that direction. “You should go while you have people to share your pain with, because trust me, going through it alone is terrible,” I said, giving Ron a sad smile. He reflected my smile and started over toward his family.

“Here. Your father said to give this to you,” Harry spoke, bringing my attention away from the Weasleys and onto him. I held my hand out, and he placed a vial of clear liquid. “The Pensieve in McGonagall’s office will be useful.” I immediately knew what the clear liquid was. My father’s tears.

“Now, I have to end this,” Harry said, turning to leave the Great Hall. I grabbed Harry’s arm, before he could leave, and turned him back towards me, “I’m coming with you.” He could tell that I was serious and that I wasn’t joking. And I wasn't I was willing to risk my life to avenge my father, and Harry knew that. “It’s not safe,” Harry argued. “He killed my father-” “And thousands of others, but only I can defeat him, and I can’t do that if I’m trying to keep you safe,” Harry cut me off. I was silent, allowing him to walk off.

My vision was filled with red. What Harry had told me about my father being dead continued to run through my head. The image of Nagini tearing through my father's flesh was hard to not think about.

I felt a dark presence run through my body as I slowly lifted my head, taking in my surroundings. Before anyone can notice, I left the Great Hall, following Harry out, and started on my quest to avenge my father.

Severus's POV

I laid still, remaining in the same position I laid in for the past 20 minutes. The pain seared through my body as I felt the blood ooze out of my body. It was surprising that I lasted this long. I groaned as I slowly moved to my side, pulling the wand from my side pocket.

"Vulnera Sanentur," I mumbled, trying my best to do the right wand movements. My wand hovered over my body as I felt some of the wounds healing on my body.

It took me a minute to get up. Just because my body was being healed, didn't mean that it didn't hurt. I held my side limping to the door of the boathouse. I opened the door, leaving the wooden building. I looked up at the sky to see a very cloudy day, luckily, no dark mark in the sky.

That’s when I felt a sting in my arm. I rolled up my sleeve slowly, still feeling the pain from the bites. I rolled up my sleeve to see the very mark that I had just wished wouldn’t appear in the sky. The snake on my arm started moving, causing my arm to burn. This could only mean that the Dark Lord was calling his Death Eaters. I gasped remembering I wasn’t the only Snape with the mark on their arm.

I tried to run towards the castle, knowing that my warning for my daughter to stay home and safe wouldn’t be carried out. But my efforts to save my daughter were stopped by another searing pain running through my body. I fell to the forest floor, groaning in pain.

There was only one thing I could do at this moment, and that was to call for help. I took my wand once more, and I pointed it up towards the sky. “Periculum!” I told my wand. A red light shot up into the sky. And I laid there on the ground, hoping someone would notice and would come to help me.

Y/N’s POV

I knew Harry would leave me so he could fight Voldemort, so I followed him into the woods. He stopped in a clearing and pulled out a golden snitch. From my line of sight, all that I could see was Harry pulling the tiny ball-like object to his face. He slowly pulled it away, and an object that I couldn’t recognize from where I was standing emerged from it.

I saw a small light hit my face, and I looked away from Harry to see a woman with Harry’s eyes, and a man with many of Harry’s facial features watching him. I could only guess that they were his parents. Professor Lupin and Sirius Black stood next to the couple. From my recollection of my father’s stories, the woman who had to have been Lily Potter, held her hand out for her son. Harry quickly walked towards her and tried to grab her hand. He was disappointed when his hand went right through hers. He instead looked at her in despair.

Harry held a short conversation with his family. But the conversation ended when Lily pointed in my direction, “Curious, just like her father, I see.”

Remus followed her line of sight, “Indeed, she is. But she is much braver than her father at her age. Doesn’t take anything from anyone. One of my brightest students.”

Harry turned, looking me right in the eyes. My eyes went big, and I ran. I ran away, not listening to the sounds of Harry calling my name. He knew what I was doing, and he wouldn’t continue on his mission if he knew I was following him. So, I ran farther into the woods.

A bright red light lit up the sky. I noticed the red light as an effect of the periculum spell. Someone’s alive, and they need help. I felt my arm start to sting. I looked down, seeing the snake move.

This was it. I could finally get the chance to kill the dark lord. But the person that needs help. I looked between where the red glow was and the scar on my hand. And after careful consideration, I decided to save the person first.

So, I ran as quick as I could towards where the light once was. I stopped on a hill, seeing the one person I had never thought I would see again. “Father!” I yelled, running towards him.

I help him up, holding him up with his arm around my shoulder. We slowly make our way to Hogwarts.

I gasp in pain as the mark burns more. “Y/N, are you okay?” my father asked, concerned.

“Yeah, it’s just the mark. I should be asking you that. Harry said you were dead,” I said.

“I thought I was too, but somehow I survived.”

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We made it to Hogwarts, and everyone was standing outside. The good guys stood with their backs facing Hogwarts, while the Death Eaters stood opposite them. I looked through the crowd of people near Hogwarts, and I notice everyone in my year, along with some older students and teachers. I even saw Draco sadly watching the group of Death Eaters crowd around us.

I was still holding my father up when I saw Voldemort and Nagini. I felt an anger rise in my chest. My arms were tense and my face was as red as a cherry. My father noticed, causing him to squeeze my hand in reassurance. “Don’t do anything you’ll regret later,” he told me. I take my father’s warning to heart and decide to stand there and watch the noseless man.

“Harry Potter is dead,” Voldemort started. For the second time today, I felt the oxygen leave my body. I looked down in guilt. I couldn’t help but wonder if I didn’t run, would Harry still be alive. If I wasn’t a coward, would we be standing here, listening to this man? Or would I have suffered the same fate as Harry? If I stayed, would I have gotten a second chance with my father?

Ginny ran towards the snake-like man, in tears. She screamed, as she ran towards him, but was pulled back by her father. “Silence,” Voldemort yelled, throwing a spell at the girl, as a warning.

“Stupid girl,” He started. “Harry Potter is dead, and from this day forth, you will put your faith in me.”

Voldemort turned away from the students and professors and turned toward his followers. “Harry Potter is dead,” he yelled once more, much louder than the first. The Death Eaters laughed manically. Voldemort joined in, spreading his arms and saying, “and now is the time to declare yourself.” Nobody moved. They only watched with tears in their eyes. “Come over and join us or die.” Everyone stayed quiet.

“Draco,” Lucius called out for his son. My father and I’s attention was turned towards the platinum white-haired boy. Draco looked over at me with a glint of sadness. I slowly shook my head, but his attention was moved when his mother called out his name. Draco looked around. I felt a tear drop down my cheek as Draco reluctantly moved toward his parents.

“Draco!” I yelled out, bringing everyone’s attention to me.

Voldemort looked at me with a disgusting smile. “Ah, Y/N Snape-” He was going to continue, but then he noticed who I was helping up. “I thought I killed you,” Voldemort said through his teeth.

“It’s gonna take a lot more than some snake bites if you want to kill the half-blood prince,” my father said confidently. I looked up at him with admiration.

“Well, it seems like I didn’t have to kill you anyway. The wand did its job, and-”

Harry’s lifeless body was now full of life as he sprung from Hagrid’s arms. He stood up and pulled his wand out, “Confringo!” The spell bounced off of the snake, making her angry. The snake angrily chases Harry as he runs through the courtyard.

While Nagini chases Harry, Voldemort turns towards my father and I. “It seems I was wrong about being wrong. You're holding me back and it’s time to pay. “Avada Kedavra,” he yells out. A green light shoots from his wand and towards us. Quickly, I yell out, “Protego!” I deflected the cure but that only made the dark lord more upset.

“Oh child, when will you learn that you can’t stop me? Crucio,” he yells out once more. Before I know it, pain rushes through my body. I let out an ear-curdling scream, and fall down. And that was when all hell broke loose. My father used all his strength to lift me up, and moved me away from the fight. I release one last breath before passing out in my father’s arms.

My eyes blink open to see a blurry grey ceiling, along with a glimpse of black. When my vision appears clear, I am able to see my father standing and watching over me. He just sat there, watching me. No emotion rode over his face, but I knew he was relieved.

“You were lucky to have survived. Voldemort was going easy on you,” he simply spoke.

“Is it over?” I asked.

“Yes, it has been for over a day. It seems that Mr. Potter has shown great Bravery, facing Voldemort with the Elder Wand.”

“But, Voldemort would have been powerless, because you were still alive.”

“Whether or not I lived or died, he still would have lost.”

“Why?”

“When will you learn, child, that I love you. And I would never do something to intentionally hurt you. The Elder wand received a new owner when Dumbledore was first disarmed. Not when he was killed,” My father explained.

“Draco,” I said, holding out the “o” in realization to his point. My father nodded.

“Are you okay? You were attacked by a giant snake,” I asked in concern.

“I am fine, but you on the other hand. I could have lost you. Don’t ever do something like that again,” He said sternly.”That fight was between Voldemort and I. Don’t ever insert yourself in something that dangerous ever again.”

I chuckled and said, “I can’t promise that.” I give my father a knowing look. He looks at me sternly, but his scorned look soon reveals itself as a knowing smirk. I smile big at the interaction.

“Come here,” my father says, pulling me into a hug. The was a slight pain from the circumstances, but the love for my father withdrew the pain. I gave a tight squeeze before moving towards his ear, “so, if you’re the half-blood prince, then who am I?” He chuckles and responds with, “You are my fierce, stubborn princess, who has deemed herself worthy to learn from the Half-Blood Prince.” I laugh, enjoying the good times I have with my father before it’s over. Because I knew that as soon as the war started, my life was going to get 10 times harder.

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1. Melody Riddle and the Sorcerer's Stone Ch.10 The Sorting

No sooner had Mr. Hagrid knocked on the door than it swung open, revealing a tall, black-haired witch in emerald robes with a very stern expression on her face.

"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall,” Mr. Hagrid told the woman.

"Thank you, Hagrid, I will take them from here,” Professor McGonagall said.

Pulling the door wider, all the students around me looked in the entrance hall with wonder. It was fairly big, and I was somewhat surprised I hadn't really paid attention to it before as the stones were now lit with flaming torches and the ceiling went too high to look at. There was also a magnificent looking marble staircase facing us, leading upstairs.

Professor McGonagall led us across the floor, and there was the drone of a hundred or more voices from the Great Hall. She didn't lead us there, but instead took us into a small chamber close by. We all crowded in, standing very close to one another.

I looked around me. Becky was just about the only one looking excited while everyone else was extremely nervous. What are we going to do to find out which House we belong in?

Then, Professor McGonagall told us, "Welcome to Hogwarts. 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 each 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."

Professor McGonagall left the chamber and everyone started whispering nervously.

"What do we do for the ceremony?" I asked aloud, not caring who answered it so long as someone said something.

"I dunno, it's supposed to be a surprise,” Draco replied with a shrug.

I looked around at all the nervous incoming students. A lot of them were pale. Looking over at Harry Potter, I saw he was almost to the point of devastation he was shaking so much.

Why is that...? I looked away quickly as I realized I was reading too much into his emotions. Come on, Melody, this is not the school to be looking into other people’s minds at your every fancy. Not under Dumbledore’s watch.

Suddenly everyone started screaming and, turning to see what caused it, I made a small gasp. About twenty or so ghosts were streaming in through the back wall. They were all a pearly-white, transparent bunch, barely glancing at us as they glided across the room above us, all talking to one another. Some seemed to be arguing.

“Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance —” a fat little monk ghost was saying.

"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost — I say, what are you all doing here?" a ghost wearing a ruff and tights asked all of us, but no one answered. All we could do was stare.

All those months in Hogwarts and I didn't remember seeing a single ghost! What is this?

"New students!" the Friar said excitedly, smiling at us. "About to be Sorted, I suppose?"

Some people, I saw, nodded, still taking in the appearance of the ghosts while I looked away. It was all really weird, too weird, to only just now see that there were ghosts floating about the school. How could I have possibly missed them? Did they just happen to always be in different rooms from me for all that time?

"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" I heard the Friar exclaim. "My old House you know."

Addy let out a small giggle as he passed by us with an excited expression.

Professor McGonagall came back into the room and snapped at the ghosts, "Move along now. The Sorting Ceremony's about to start."

Each of the ghosts floated away, one by one, through the opposite wall from whence they came.

Then she spoke to us, "Now, form a line, and follow me."

We all got into line; me behind Draco, and Becky behind me. Professor McGonagall led us out of the chamber, back across the hall, and into the Great Hall.

This was also the first time I really looked at the Great Hall since, the last time I went in, I was hurrying to get out. But now I couldn't, because I had to do something in front of the whole school anyway. Looking at it, it was lit by thousands and thousands of candles all floating in midair above the four long tables which were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. Then I looked up at the ceiling, remembering from the book, Hogwarts: A History, that it was bewitched to look like the sky outside.

Hearing a “Psst!” I looked over at the Gryffindor table to see the Weasley twins giving me a thumbs up. I gave one back to them to show that I was ready.

Professor McGonagall led us near where the fifth table was, the one with all the teachers and Professor Dumbledore. Then she placed a four-legged stool in front of us, and on top of it placed a pointed wizard's hat. It was patched, frayed, and very dirty looking.

What do we do with that? I thought. But then a rip near the brim opened up like a mouth, and the hat sang a song:

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

As the hat finished its song, I heard the whole hall burst into applause. The hat bowed to each House table and then sat still.

“Ravenclaw or Slytherin?” Becky whispered to me.

“I don’t know," I replied softly, my nerves twisting at the thought of being sorted away from them. “I’m mostly worried that we may not end up in the same House.”

“I’m worried, too,” Addy admitted from behind Becky.

“We can try to. And even if we aren't, we can still hang out together." Becky said.

I nodded, a bit relieved at the suggestion. "Yeah, that's what we need to do."

Professor McGonagall stepped forward with a piece of parchment in her hands. A list of the students? “When I call your name,” she said, “You will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted.”

"With everyone watching?" Becky asked gleefully.

My lips pursed, Only she could be excited about that.

“Obviously,” Addy said through gritted teeth, though I hardly heard her. My attention was on Professor McGonagall… and the hat that would decide our fates.

"Abbot, Hannah!" Professor McGonagall said, holding the hat until a girl came up and sat down.

"Hufflepuff!" the hat yelled. The Hufflepuff table burst into applause.

"Bones, Susan!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Boot, Terry!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Brocklehurst, Mandy!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Brown, Lavender!"

"Gryffindor!"

"Bulstrode, Millicent!"

"Slytherin!"

I felt like tuning everything out, all that was going on generally consisted of shouting and applause. There were even pauses. Sometimes the hat chose instantly, and sometimes it took a while to decide.

Of course, there were certain people I didn't tune out for. Vincent and Greg were in Slytherin… of course.

"Figsund, Rebecca!"

When Becky went up, she took the hat from Professor McGonagall’s hands to put it on herself — with the deputy Headmistress’ lips pursing in response — and the hat took a while before it, too, shouted out that she was “Slytherin!"

That girl gave her Cheshire grin toward the Ravenclaw table and, handing the hat back to Professor McGonagall, went to the Slytherin table without hesitation, sitting directly across from Vincent.

“Gentz, Addison!” When Addy went up, her hands shaking uncontrollably, the House put her in "Hufflepuff!" She wandered over to her table, glancing at me and Becky like a lost puppy.

Oh boy, I thought worriedly, They’re already in two separate Houses. But it’s okay, we’ll still hang out together like Becky said. Right?

I actually perked up to listen when "Granger, Hermione!” was called.

"Gryffindor!"

Hm, I thought to myself with a sigh, another separate House. I don't think I'll be in that one. I can’t really consider myself that 'brave' of a person. No Weasley twins — which also thankfully means no Hermione Granger — for me.

As I was thinking this, “Longbottom, Neville!” was called to the stool and placed in Gryffindor. He doesn't seem very brave, maybe I have a chance, I thought as he accidentally ran to the table with the hat still on his head, and had to run back to return it to Professor McGonagall.

"Malfoy, Draco!"

I watched as Draco made his way over to the Sorting Hat, and it very barely touched his head when it shouted out “Slytherin!” He excitedly went to sit down with Greg, Vincent, and Becky, sitting across from the empty space next to Becky. He glanced at the space as though expecting someone to sit there…. Me? Is he waiting for me?

Some more people went up. I found out that the name of the girl who was in the same boat as us coming here was Pansy Parkinson, and she was also put in Slytherin.

A couple more names later and out came, "Potter, Harry!"

It was amazing how many people broke out in whispers, watching him nervously make his way up to the stool and sit down on it. When the hat was placed on him, as with everyone else, it covered his eyes. After a while, I saw him grip on the edges of the chair, as if in an argument with the hat. Then came the shout of, "Gryffindor!"

There were screams of excitement as the hat was taken off of Harry, and he made his way to the Gryffindor table. Everyone there was overjoyed. Fred and George were even shouting, "We got Potter! We got Potter!"

I chuckled softly.

"Riddle, Melody!”

It took a moment longer for me to realize that I was called right after Harry. Going up, no one was really looking at me, but at him. I appreciated not having all the attention, so it looked like it paid well for me to be after this boy. But I did have the attention of Draco, Vincent, Greg, Addy, Hermione, Becky, and the Weasley twins. Even Professors Snape and Dumbledore were interested in watching me.

The hat slipped onto my head and I was engulfed in darkness. I felt the probe of something entering my mind, much like Professor Snape attempted one month ago, but this time I didn’t push it out. It had to be the hat picking my House from my personality, I supposed.

"Hmm, very very difficult to choose," I heard the hat say, but I only just realized it was echoing through my mind, not for anyone else to hear. "You have a dark family history, that's for certain. A very clever and cunning girl. You have the intellect to get yourself out of tight spaces, but also the guile to deceive the most powerful of wizards."

I wondered just what he was talking about… I’ve never thought of myself as cunning.

“The House with the most cunning of individuals would suit you well, not just from your nature but also from your ancestors. Much, much better than only wits. Better be…" I felt the hat come out of my head to shout out to the hall, "Slytherin!"

The hat came off of my head, and I made my way over to the Slytherin table in utter confusion. What had that hat been babbling about? Dark family history? My cunning nature? Deceit? My ancestors? What could it possibly base all of that on?

I sat down next to Becky, and looked over at the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. Addy looked like she was let down. Hermione was frowning slightly… though our meeting had only been brief. The twins' mouths were understandably opened wide.

"We're all together!" Draco said excitedly.

Yeah, but unluckily for you we have Becky. I started whispering to her, "We can check with Addy maybe tomorrow to see if we have any classes with her, and perhaps a free time."

Becky nodded vigorously. "I'm just glad that I'm not the one who's alone. Addy can handle herself, at least.... But look at my brother!" This she added with considerable annoyance, pointing to the Ravenclaw table.

I looked over at the Ravenclaw table where her brother, who had curly, light brown hair, was going back and forth between smiling and frowning. Then he looked over at Becky and did some hand motions at her that I didn't understand.

She looked at him angrily, giving hand motions back and turning pointedly away from him. He turned to watch the rest of the sorting, which didn't have very many people left.

"What did he just say?" I asked her.

"That he's going to send a letter to dad about me getting into Slytherin," she said moodily.

“I thought you might want to be the unique one in your family,” I said thoughtfully. “Especially with the way you first smiled after you were sorted.”

She grinned, “Oh, I do. I have to get past the shaming first, but then I’ll be ever so happy.”

I snorted with laughter. She was certainly something else.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

”I honestly don't understand its decision for me," I told her truthfully, causing her to look at me curiously. "It basically said I'm so smart that I'm cunning…. It even said something about my family history being dark, so I don't know. But I believe I was really close to Ravenclaw."

“Yeah…” Becky said thoughtfully. “But at least this isn't so bad!"

"Are you joking?" Draco asked her, more than eager to join the conversation. "Slytherin is perfect! Hufflepuff's a bore! Ravenclaw's deadly! And Gryffindor's are just a bunch of tossers."

I snorted. “Well, aren’t I glad not to be in the 'tosser' category.”

Becky was stifling her laughter, having a really hard time not bursting it out. She finally was able to choke out, "Raven – claw the – most – deadly? Oh – my – brother wouldn’t – get a kick – out of that! Better – not tell that – to my parents! Haha!"

Draco’s pleased, flushed cheeks said it all.

After the sorting, Professor McGonagall took away the stool and the Sorting Hat. Professor Dumbledore now stood up, beaming at all of us and holding his arms out as if trying to embrace us in a large group hug.

He began a speech… an extremely short, exceedingly weird speech. "Welcome! 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! Tweak!

"Thank you!"

Everyone clapped and cheered as he sat down, and I laughed out loud with Becky. "He's a bit odd isn't he?" I asked.

But before Becky could even get out a response, both our mouths almost fell open in shock as the dishes in the middle of the table were now filled with a lot of different foods. It was the most I'd ever seen, even in all the banquets I'd ever been to.

We all started loading our plates. I filled mine with roast chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy, and some peas. Didn’t want to overload if, with the way this looked, there was some dessert to come after it.

A ghost suddenly came over to us and sat down next to Draco, who looked nervously at him. The ghost looked very horrible, with blank staring eyes, a gaunt face, and robes stained with what I supposed was blood, but it was silvery like the rest of his body.

"Hello," he said to us curtly. "New first years I see."

"Hi," I said, deciding to be friendly, though he looked fairly bedraggled and menacing. "What's your name?"

"I am the Bloody Baron, your House Ghost…… You have a vaguely familiar aura about you, you know?" he said to me. Draco paled, as if he was talking to him.

"Perhaps because my dad was in your House when he was at Hogwarts.”

"Hmm…" he thought aloud, "What is your name again?"

"Melody Riddle,” I said. “My dad was Tom.”

"Ah yes! Tom Riddle was in this House, a very clever young man…. Now that I think about it, you look a bit like him. Who was your mother?" he asked, immediately intrigued. But, I noted, when I said my last name he flinched a little.

"Orele Ollivander. She was in Ravenclaw,” I said, nonplussed when everyone around me suddenly gasped. "What?!" I asked, miffed that I had forgotten to attempt not mentioning my relationship to the famous wandmaker.

"Orele! I remember her. No wonder your eyes are like that. So she had a child with Tom Riddle… how lovely." Though the Bloody Baron said 'how lovely’, his tone was dry. "No doubt you will be great in all your classes as they were, and perhaps even a strong interest in the Dark Arts they had."

"Yeah, I guess," I said slowly. “So you knew them well?”

“Both of them were top of their class, and the most popular in their years! Was not one student that didn’t know their names,” the Bloody Baron said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me,” he glided quickly away for another Slytherin to talk to. I thought it was slightly odd that he should know so much about my own parents… remember them specifically, even, over a span of however long he himself had been dead. They may have been popular in their years, sure, but to think about how many popular kids there have been over time was unthinkable.

"You're related to Mr. Ollivander?" Becky asked me. I nodded. "Why didn't you guys act like family when we went to the shop together? You were asking so many questions about him!”

Draco was looking just as intrigued.

"I only found out about it after you and Addy left the shop, so I hadn't actually known at the time when we were getting our wands," I said, cutting into my chicken and explaining to them about what had happened. I was doing my best to eat and talk, but not with my mouth full. When I finally finished talking, I had also finished eating, and dessert had appeared in the dishes where the entrée had been.

“That’s incredible. I’d have had no clue,” Becky said thoughtfully. “Although perhaps the giveaway should’ve been the eyes. Honestly, just the fact that I hadn’t even thought of it before is mind boggling. You and your mother have those unique eyes of his.”

Draco leaned forward, a pumpkin pasty in hand as he stared at me. “Wow, they really are that silvery. And I thought that was just because he was blind.”

“Honestly, don’t even worry about it,” I said, helping myself to some chocolate ice cream and chocolate éclairs, biting into the latter and feeling very satisfied. If this was what meals were going to look like every day, then I was happy to admit that I was in heaven. “I’d rather talk about something else, anyway.”

“All right,” Becky said with a shrug, already finding the means to change the subject. “I notice you don't eat much, but you sure do like chocolate.”

”Let her eat what she wants," Draco said. "What she eats is none of your concern. It’s what you feed yourself that you should worry about."

"Excuse me if I like to observe how the people around me eat," Becky said. "Like I don't know if I want to always sit near you, because you eat like a pig. Hoarding everything you see into your body."

”I do not!" Draco defended himself, another pink tinge finding its way into his cheeks.

"Have you honestly seen yourself?" Becky asked him.

"How about the both of you stop fighting for the rest of the feast and wait for tomorrow?" I asked them. They actually nodded, glaring at each other.

I took that moment to glance up at the teacher's table. There was Professor Snape seated next to Professor Quirrell. Neither looked happy with their seating arrangements. Professor Quirrell was still very, very jittery. Contrary to what mom had promised, I was certain he was still going to be a stutterer. Professor Snape himself still looked plain annoyed.

Then, I saw something fairly strange. At the Gryffindor table, Harry Potter looked up at Professor Snape who looked back at him with such levels of hate and anger that — though I couldn't place what was so wrong — I could feel that energy without even needing to attempt to study it. But, as soon as that happened, Quirrell suddenly grabbed the back of his turban as if it was about ready to fall off and Harry clutched at his forehead in pain.

Then everything seemed as though it all suddenly subsided.

When Harry looked back up at the teacher's table, though, his eyes went right for Professor Snape. How odd, I thought curiously.

Once the desserts disappeared, Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again. The hall was finally silent.

“Ahem – just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered.”

I wondered if it was going to be another three random words. I was pleasantly surprised when it was not.

"I have a few start-of-term notices to give you.

"First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well.

"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.

"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their House teams should contact Madam Hooch.

"And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."

I felt my face scrunch up at this news, thinking that though the warning was very straightforward, it also didn’t explain very much. My friends chuckled softly at it, but I wasn't sure whether or not this was a laughing matter. He was obviously a crazy man, but with the way he had just said it… he might as well have been serious.

Professor Dumbledore spoke again, "And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" He gave his wand a small flick and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, rising high above each of the tables and twisting itself into words for us to read. "Everyone pick their favorite tune, and off we go!"

I listened to the rest of the school sing:

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,

Teach us something please,

Whether we be old and bald

Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling,

With some interesting stuff,

For now they're bare and full of air,

Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing,

Bring back what we've forgot,

Just do your best, we'll do the rest,

And learn until our brains all rot."

Everyone had a different beat to their tunes, stopping at different times. The Weasley twins were the last ones singing the words to a very slow funeral march, Professor Dumbledore conducted the last few lines they sang.

Wiping a happy tear out of his eye, he commented, “Ah, music. A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"

After the feast, the Slytherin Prefects called for all first year Slytherins to follow them — and we did so eagerly — out of the Great Hall. The girl prefect — tall with mousy brown hair — talked to us while she walked, the boy prefect just following silently behind us all. I only listened out of curiosity but wondered at the back of my mind where they would be taking us for the Slytherin dormitories.

"Congratulations!" the girl said, waving her hands in the air. How flamboyant. "I'm Prefect Gemma Farley, and I'm delighted to welcome you to Slytherin House. Our emblem is the serpent, the wisest of creatures; our House colours are emerald green and silver, and our common room lies behind a concealed entrance down in the dungeons. As you'll see, its windows look out into the depths of the Hogwarts lake. We often see the giant squid swooshing by — and sometimes more interesting creatures. We like to feel that our hangout has the aura of a mysterious, underwater shipwreck.

"Now, there are a few things you should know about Slytherin — and a few you should forget."

Of course we’re in the dungeons… perfect for me. It’s just what the doctor ordered.

“Firstly, let's dispel a few myths. You might have heard rumours about Slytherin House — that we're all into the Dark Arts, and will only talk to you if your great-grandfather was a famous wizard, and rubbish like that. Well, you don't want to believe everything you hear from competing Houses. I'm not denying that we've produced our share of Dark wizards, but so have the other three Houses — they just don't like admitting it. And yes, we have traditionally tended to take students who come from long lines of witches and wizards, but nowadays you'll find plenty of people in Slytherin House who have at least one Muggle parent.”

Draco and plenty of other Slytherins scowled and scanned the faces around them as though they would be able to tell who was Muggleborn. I resisted the need to scowl, thinking of my Muggle stepfather with a heavy heart.

“Here's a little-known fact that the other three Houses don't bring up much: Merlin was a Slytherin. Yes, Merlin himself, the most famous wizard in history! He learned all he knew in this very House! Do you want to follow in the footsteps of Merlin? Or would you rather sit at the old desk of that illustrious ex-Hufflepuff, Eglantine Puffett, inventor of the Self-Soaping Dishcloth?”

No one answered. It somehow felt understandable, though I wondered what the historic Merlin was really famous for. There were plenty of stories and fairy tales told in the Muggle world, but they couldn't be the truth — just spins on the real one.

"I didn't think so," Gemma said smugly. "But that's enough about what we're not. Let's talk about what we are, which is the coolest and edgiest House in this school. We play to win, because we care about the honor and traditions of Slytherin."

I liked the wording there. Gemma was making a great first impression for Slytherins — if only other Houses could hear it without disagreeing.

"We also get respect from our fellow students. Yes, some of that respect might be tinged with fear, because of our Dark reputation, but you know what? It can be fun, having a reputation for walking on the wild side. Chuck out a few hints that you've got access to a whole library of curses, and see whether anyone feels like nicking your quill."

Feared? I thought uncertainly. Do I want that?.. Matter of fact, why does the idea bug me so much?

"But we're not bad people. We're like our emblem, the snake: sleek, powerful, and frequently misunderstood.

"For instance, we Slytherins look after our own – which is more than you can say for Ravenclaw. Apart from being the biggest bunch of swots you ever met, Ravenclaws are famous for clambering over each other to get good marks, whereas we Slytherins are brothers. The corridors of Hogwarts can throw up surprises for the unwary, and you'll be glad you've got the Serpents on your side as you move around the school. As far as we're concerned, once you've become a snake, you're one of ours — one of the elite."

Becky sniggered silently next to me, as well as Draco. The whole thing about the Ravenclaws was obviously funny to them — to me too. I almost thought I wanted to be with them. But I personally didn’t care that much about grading higher than others. At least, I thought, Becky and Draco could get along through this.

Gemma continued, “Because you know what Salazar Slytherin looked for in his chosen students? The seeds of greatness. You've been chosen by this House because you've got the potential to be great, in the true sense of the word. All right, you might see a couple of people hanging around the common room whom you might not think are destined for anything special. Well, keep that to yourself. If the Sorting Hat put them in here, there's something great about them, and don't you forget it.

“And talking of people who aren't destined for greatness, I haven't mentioned the Gryffindors. Now, a lot of people say that Slytherins and Gryffindors represent two sides of the same coin. Personally, I think Gryffindors are nothing more than wannabe Slytherins. Mind you, some people say that Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor prized the same kinds of students, so perhaps we are more similar than we like to think. But that doesn't mean that we cosy up with Gryffindors. They like beating us only slightly less than we like beating them.”

Great, I thought with slight sadness, enemies with Gryffindors. What fun. Well, it proves what mom told me. She gave plenty of warning in all exactness.

“A few more things you might need to know: our House Ghost is the Bloody Baron. If you get on the right side of him he'll sometimes agree to frighten people for you. Just don't ask him how he got bloodstained; he doesn't like it.

“The password to the common room changes every fortnight. Keep an eye on the noticeboard. Never bring anyone from another House into our common room or tell them our password. No outsider has entered it for more than seven centuries.

"Well, I think that's all for now. I'm sure you'll like our dormitories. We sleep in ancient four-posters with green silk hangings, and bedspreads embroidered with silver thread. Medieval tapestries depicting the adventures of famous Slytherins cover the walls, and silver lanterns hang from the ceilings. You'll sleep well; it's very soothing, listening to the lake water lapping against the windows at night.”

By that point, we had reached the dungeons. I was surprised by how perfect Slytherin House seemed now. Although, Draco’s face whitened considerably at the mention of the Bloody Baron. Poor boy.

Gemma stopped up by a stretch of bare, damp stone wall. She said "Salazar," and a stone door concealed within the wall opened. We all went in, ending up in a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling. There were round, green lamps above us hanging on chains, a fire was crackling under a nicely carved mantelpiece, and there were a couple high-backed chairs by the fire underneath it.

"This is nice," Becky whispered to me. "Might not be too bad."

Draco glared at her again. I kept my mind reading out of it, and imagined that he was thinking: 'Of course it won't be too bad! This is Slytherin, it's amazing!'

Gemma led us to our dormitories. The older students were already in theirs, I guessed, as we made our way to the first year girl's dorms, losing the boys to theirs.

We had just gone up a few steps to get to our dorms, and there was no doubting the soothing sound of the lake water’s light splashing. Becky and I didn't say much to our new roommates, Millicent and Pansy. We just dressed in our pajamas, bade each other good night, and once we lay down we fell asleep instantly from the long day.

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Does the war ever end? (Part 3)

New York 2012 -

One week after Loki’s attack

Tony Stark sat at his work bench, the rest of tower was in the midst of repair and thankfully his workshop had been for the most part untouched. He was focused on trying to understand something he couldn’t explain.

For the past week he’d sat at his bench replaying every angle of footage from the attack on New York, specifically when Loki occupied his foyer.

Even then, that’s not what he was interested in.

When he realised his daughter was in the tower he felt like he was going to fall out of the sky. He couldn’t bare his daughter being in danger - he believed fiercely that if anything ever happened to her his heart would stop.

Even now reviewing footage of her scrambling down hallways and when Loki grabbed her the blistering hatred he felt made him wish, for only a moment, Loki hadn’t walked home at all.

But putting all that aside he focuses on what puzzled him most.

He replayed the video in question.

Daisy’s feet barely scraped the ground, bashing wildly at the gods arm that held hers in a vice like grip.

He zoomed in on the burst of energy that formed between them just before it forced them apart.

Her small fist connecting with his. That was what looked to be the catalyst for the eruption and the cause of his confusion. Even with the most sophisticated technology in the world the cameras couldn’t really focus on the energy. Even cross referencing the structural magnetic fields of the tower left him without an idea of what it was.

The video played through over and over again but he still came to the same conclusion. Daisy had somehow caused it.

He supposed there was only one way to find out.

“Hey Daisy!” He called

“Yeah dad?”

“I need you to come down here a minute”

“Okay!”

Footsteps could be heard from the hallway as they approached, you’d think that a fortress of solitude for Tony Stark would be soundproof but in actuality he’d wrote it into JARVIS’s code that Daisy Stark would always be contactable wherever she was.

A modification he’d installed six days ago.

Daisy ran into the room, her giddy self had almost entirely returned post battle but there were still moments, wether it be someone dropping something on the floor or a bird flying too close to the window.

She ran up to him smiling, sitting in his stool he smiled at her and pulled her into a hug, depositing her on his lap as he swivelled back to the work table.

“You remember what happened last week, in the foyer?”

Her smile receded and she nodded tentatively.

“Well, there’s something that happened and… I’m not sure what it was, is it okay if I show to you and you can tell me what you might have seen?”

She looked at him for a moment, her lip quivered and she nodded softly again. He turned her towards the monitor in front of him and played the footage keeping an eye on her at every moment.

He zoomed in on the segment in question again.

Holding her tight he asked her “so here, before he lets you go there’s this” he points at the moment where the green energy forms “this is what looks to seperate you two, do you know what it is”

Daisy shook her head and spoke meekly, eyes never leaving the screen as her words came out broken

“No…I was scared…I wanted him to get away”

He nodded then turned her towards him.

“I think you did that”

She started breathing a bit heavily and shaking her head.

“I just wanted him to stop. Am I in trouble?”

“No. No,” he replied instantly “You did good Daisy-chain, I just want to make sure you’re okay”

She calmed slightly and focused on her breathing before looking at him.

“Maybe we should look more into it, yeah?”

“Am I weird?”

“I mean you live with me, I don’t think normal was ever in the cards kid”

Daisy giggled

“You know we don’t know where you came from, and we saw a few gods and big green guy last week, maybe your special too? Do you want to help test this theory?”

“Ok dad”she smiled smally at him then perked up to her bubbly self again saying something that only Tony Starks daughter would think of.

“But for the record, I would like to maintain that my diagnosis will only be referred to as weird” she spoke in her cute, definite voice.

A good chuckle burst out at her words and the duo began talking about Daisys weird occcurance and how they could test it.

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Who knew that such a small moment would be what defined a universe. Or two.

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“Alright, Mr. Potter?”

“I’m fine, Professor McGonagall. He healed Hermione. She’s going to be okay now. Right?”

The last part was addressed to John. The man looked up from where he was fishing out a cigarette. He nodded as he went to light it.

“This is a hospital wing,” Professor McGonagall snapped.

John sighed and tucked the cigarette away for later.

“And just who do you think you are, sir?”

John raised a blond brow at the professor. “John Constantine. And yourself?”

“Professor Minerva McGonagall. I am the Deputy Headmistress of this school. This is our headmaster, Professor Albus Dumbledore.”

John waved at Albus dismissively. “We’ve met. Who’s the Death Eater?” He looked pointedly at the dark wizard from before that now stood behind Albus like an attack dog.

Albus drew his shoulders back. “Professor Snape is not a Death Eater. I’m afraid you're mistaken, John.”

John snorted. “Right, about as good and light of a wizard as you are, I’m sure.”

Albus’ eyes flickered with anger. Considering how well Albus tended to keep his emotions in check, John saw that for the win that it was. He smirked at the old man.

“You’re certainly one to talk, John.”

John shrugged. He wasn’t known to be one of the most powerful sorcerers in the world because he looked pretty.

“Severus says you claim to have been sent here by letter,” the headmaster continued, “but as far as I can recall, you’re still blacklisted from the ICW.”

John snorted. “Yeah, thanks for that by the way. Being wrongfully accused of ritual murder wasn’t on my bucket list but it sure was fun to fight off all those dementors.” His smirk widened. “Tell me, have they replenished their stock yet? I’m itching for a little fun while I’m around.”

Minerva gasped as she moved between Harry and John as if to shield the child with her body. Harry looked unconcerned, his eyes focused on John with curiosity.

“John,” Albus insisted.

John rolled his eyes. He fished out the letter and handed it to Minerva. “I haven’t broken any rules. And I assume I was asked here only so the ministry wouldn’t break any rules either.”

Minerva eyed him warily as she opened the letter.

“I’m afraid you already have, John,” Albus said. “You did blood magic. That’s highly illegal. And on a minor. It pains me to need to alert the ICW and the British Aurors, but something tells me you won’t go quietly.”

John grinned. He could feel Albus’ growing annoyance with him at his blasé attitude. It had always riled the man up that he couldn’t get into John’s head. John always used it to his advantage. He prided himself on being one of the only bastards out there that could pull one over on Albus Dumbledore.

Minerva took in a sharp breath of air as she pressed a hand to her chest. She looked up from the parchment to John with wide eyes. “You’re Miss Granger’s birth father?”

Harry’s head shot up. The other adults all went still with shock.

John leaned back in his chair and rested his feet up on the end of the bed, ankles crossed. He linked his fingers together as he rested his elbows on the arms of the chairs and grinned up at Albus.

“Guess I didn’t break any laws, Albus. Blood magic is allowed between family relations, most notably in the use of healing spells. Guess you’ll just have to make up false allegations… again.”

Albus took the parchment from Minerva and read it over. The anger rolling off of the old wizard was palpable. John looked across the bed to Harry who was eyeing the headmaster suspiciously.

“Well,” Albus said at length, “how good that you were finally able to show up for your daughter, John.”

John chuckled noiselessly. “Honestly, I’m a bit offended you haven’t noticed the resemblance – or the attitude.” He smirked. “Or the extra curriculars. Tell me, how is that poltergeist doing?”

Albus blinked widely. “Hermione is the one who got rid of Peeves?”

John shrugged. “Been teaching her everything I know. I’m sure you’ve noticed how locked down her mind is. Like I’d send her anywhere near the likes of you without first making sure her head was a locked vault.” His eyes ticked over to the Death Eater. “Good thing too.”

#celestialseawitch #send a rose #harry potter #dc #harry potter/dc #crossover #john constantine #hermione granger #albus dumbledore #minerva mcgonagall #severus snape #i'm really loving this wip #the dynamic between john and Hermione is really good #and the crossover of adding more magical world building from dc #*chefs kiss

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Hey. Thanks for all the work you do for the fandom! Do you know any fics where Draco helps Hermione realize the flaws of the golden trio/griffindors/order? In a "c'mon, you're too smart to believe their shit" wat?

Riddle This By: CJRed - M, 47 chapters, Words: 177,707 - Everything Hermione knows about the war, herself, and the wizarding world is a lie. Friends become enemies, enemies become friends, and Dumbledore is not a leader of justice and light. With Snape as her mentor and a father she never expected, Hermione will ensure Harry’s survival and kick it to the ministry. Dramione. Lemons. Character deaths. Weasley Bashing. Updates weekly. (M)

Reverse - By: Lady Moonglow - M, WIP - At war’s end, Hermione is swept into the intrigue of an alternate world of opposites where Dumbledore rules as Dark Lord and Muggle technology and Dark Magic have revolutionized Britain. Light families who attempted resistance under Tom Riddle’s leadership have been left to a nightmarish fate. Can Hermione fix another shattered world - and still get back to her own? HG/DM

Thorns & Snakes - Elle_m2 - M, WIP - In the wake of their fourth year at Hogwarts, the Tri Wizards Tournament chooses Harry Potter as a champion, and life changes irrevocably for two members of the Golden Trio as Hermione finally sees her opportunity. A change of House, an hidden identity revealed, a secret powerful soul bond discovered, and Old Rituals awakening…What would have happened to the Wizarding World if Hermione Granger wasn’t who everyone thought she was?

Daughter and Son By: ekrichards - K+, 33 chapters - A new law is enacted forcing any able wizard or witch to take in muggle born students to protect them against a possible rise of the Dark Lord and his gang of Death Eaters. Warning: Manipulative Dumbledore, Dark Hermione, Harry, and Severus. Mentions of abuse.

-Lisa

#anonymous #anti dumbledore

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schmem14 · 6 months

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...Aaaaand that's a wrap!

31 ficlets 31 days 31 kinks 12 dead doves 32,271 words 30 pairings 27 RARE pairs

Happy Halloween, and thanks to ALL who cheered me on on one way or another! Thanks to @hpkinktober for curating the prompt list and hosting the fest!

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Schmem_14's HP Kinktober Masterlist:

Day 1: Devil's Snare Summary: Punishments for bad behaviour don't seem to work on Neville. Professor Snape decides to have a go. Pairing: Severus Snape/Neville Longbottom CW: Dead Dove, Do Not Eat, DH AU, Underage (17), Rape/Non-con (No penetration), Spanking/Whipping, Bondage, Masturbation, Orgasm Denial/Edging Rating: E

Day 2: Orgasm Denial Summary: Colin Creevey lost interest in Harry ages ago. Now that the tables have turned, what's it going to take to get Colin to want him? Pairing: Harry Potter/Colin Creevey CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dark!Harry, Non-con/Rape, Bondage/Shibari, Imperius curse, Jealousy, Angst, Implied blackmail Rating: E

Day 3: Werewolves Summary: Sirius visits a brothel that specializes in dangerous tastes... he doesn't expect to fall in love. Pairing: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin CW: Edwardian AU, Brothels, Prostitution/Sex Work, Implied bestiality, Dubious consent, UHEA Rating: M

Day 4: Cockwarming Summary: Lucius tires of Draco's entitlement. Harry offers him the perfect revenge. Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Harry Potter, Minor Draco/Harry, Narcissa/Lucius CW: Pseudo-incest, Infidelity Rating: E

Day 5: Firewhisky Summary: Bill asks Ron to look after Fleur while he's away. Little does Ron know what that entails. Pairing: Ron Weasley/Fleur Delacour Weasley CW: Pseudo-Incest, Lactation kink, Consensual Infidelity, Drinking Rating: M

Day 6: Collaring*** Summary: Voldemort celebrates his victory by acquiring a new pet. Pairing: Voldemort/Rubeus Hagrid CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Voldemort Wins AU, MCD, Pet Play, Rape/Non-con, Dubious Consent, Sex Slave, Trauma, Grief, Whipping, Horcruxes, Brainwashing, First Person POV Rating: E

Day 7: Sex Pollen Summary: Percy accidentally knocks over a fungus planter on his way to break up a fight between Oliver and Marcus. Pairing: Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood/Marcus Flint CW: Dubious consent, Possible Underage (17/18), Infidelity, Threesome, Frotting, Masturbation Rating: M

Day 8: Pensieve Summary: Harry has strange dreams and memories that don't feel like his. Weirder still is his sudden craving for MILF... Pairing: Harry Potter/Molly Weasley CW: Dark!Molly, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Memory-tampering, Unreliable narrator, Dubious consent, Arthur dies AU Rating: M

Day 9: Omegaverse*** Summary: Ron has good reasons for keeping Hermione out of public spaces. She convinces him to go out, just this once... Pairing: Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/non-con, A/B/O, dubious consent, watersports, Infidelity, Threesome, Breeding Kink, Cuckolding Rating: E

Day 10: Mandrakes*** Summary: Romilda and Colin find Harry in a compromising position. Pairing: Harry Potter/Romilda Vane, Harry Potter/Colin Creevey CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con (oral sex only), Somnophilia, Colin lives AU, Hogwarts Eighth-year, Underage (17) Rating: E

Day 11: Dragons/Dragon Eggs Summary: Hagrid was born to be bred by a dragon. Pairing: Rubeus Hagrid/Norwegian Ridgeback CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Breeding Kink, Dubious consent, Monsterfucking, Egg-smuggling, Object-insertion, Thievery, Blood Rating: E

Day 12: Age Play Summary: The voice in Luna's head urges her to comfort Xenophilius in his time of need. Pairing: Luna Lovegood/Xenophilius Lovegood CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Underage, Father/Daughter Incest, Dubious consent, Aging potion, Suicidal thoughts, Blood, First time Rating: M

Day 13: Bathing Summary: Myrtle's crush on Draco escalates beyond anything she thought possible Pairing: Myrtle Warren/Draco Malfoy CW: Non-consensual voyeurism, Dubious consent, Underage (16), Plasmic Penetration Rating: M

Day 14: Voyeurism Summary: Harry has something Horace wants and he'll trade it for his freedom. Be careful what you wish for, Harry... Pairing: Horace Slughorn/Multiple, Harry/Draco CW: Underage (implied), Non-consensual Voyeurism, Unethical behaviour, Masturbation, Bath sex Rating: M

Day 15: Owl Post*** Summary: Percy receives inappropriate notes from an anonymous admirer. What would his girlfriend say? Pairing: Percy Weasley/Marcus Flint CW: Stalking, Harassment, Watersports (mentioned), Infidelity Rating: E

Day 16: Wings Summary: Fleur feels uneasy about her upcoming marriage to Bill. She goes to him for reassurance. Pairing: Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley, Fleur/Multiple CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con, Whump, Gang Rape, Violence, Canon Divergent AU (Fleur and Bill wait until after the war to get married), Dark Bill, Dark Weasleys and Harry, Dosing/Potions, UHEA Rating: M

Day 17: Closets*** Summary: Percy is trying to lay low at the ministry, but Yaxley has other plans. Pairing: Percy Weasley/Corban Yaxley CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con, Dubious consent, Lust potion, Extortion, Fuck or Die (sort of), Deathly Hallows AU Rating: M

Day 18: School Uniform*** Summary: There's a new witch in school... Or, Malfoy tries a new look, and it captures Harry and Ron's attention. Pairing: Harry Potter/Ron Weasley/Draco Malfoy CW: None! Rating: M

Day 19: Dungeons Summary: Argus Filch finally has permission to whip rule breakers. His first two targets are already lined up... Pairing: Argus Filch/Fred Weasley, Argus Filch/George Weasley CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con, Staff/Student, OOTP AU, Whipping, Bondage, Masturbation, Whump Rating: E

Day 20: Breeding Summary: Hermione comes to Arthur with a problem only he can help with. Pairing: Hermione Granger/Arthur Weasley CW: Pseudo Incest, Infidelity, Lactation kink, Pregnancy Rating: M

Day 21: Brooms Summary: George pulls his most devious prank ever on Harry... Pairing: George Weasley/Harry Potter CW: Dubious consent, Public indecency, public masturbation, humiliation, pranks, dildos. Rating: M

Day 22: Legilimency*** Summary: Draco has been craving pastry from Harry's bakery for ages... if only he could pluck the courage to go inside Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy CW: None Rating: E

Day 23: Monsterfucking Summary: Lavender has a plan to seduce the hottest teacher in the school... Pairing: Lavender Brown/Firenze CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dubious Consent, Consensual Non-Consent, Fuck AND Die, MCD, Lust potion, Non-consensual dosing, Teacher/Student relationship, stomach bulges Rating: E

Day 24: Power Imbalance*** Summary: Cormac has a thing for his assistant. He’s delighted when she plays along… Pairing: Cormac McLaggen/Hermione Granger CW: Employer/Employee, Dubious Consent, Extortion Rating: M

Day 25: Portkey Summary: Draco leaves his dildo on the wall of the shower... he hopes his new flatmate finds it and uses it. Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter CW: Inappropriate Use of Portkey, Exhibitionism Rating: E

Day 26: Bondage*** Summary: How long can Marcus resist Percy when he's always such a bossy tease? Pairing: Marcus Flint/Percy Weasley CW: Secretary (Unethical relationship), BDSM, Cock cage/chastity belt, Butt plugs, Orgasm denial Rating: E

Day 27: Room of Requirement Summary: It's too bad the Room of Requirement can't give Sirius what he REALLY wants Pairing: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin CW: drug use (marijuana), UST, unrequited love Rating: M

Day 28: Rememberall Summary: Bellatrix really likes to fuck Longbottoms up Pairing: Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Neville Longbottom CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con, Torture, Bondage, Fisting, Memory Charms, orgasm denial, blood, WHUMP Rating: E

Day 29: Knotting Summary: Ron wakes to a comforting presence in bed. Pairing: Ron/Hermione, Minor Harry/Draco CW: Somnophilia, Dubious Consent, Werewolf *see additional spoiler tags in end notes Rating: E

Day 30: Formalwear Summary: Harry spots someone lovely at the Malfoy's annual New Year's Eve Gala, and he can't resist... Pairing: Harry Potter/Narcissa Black Malfoy CW: Dubious Consent, Pregnancy, Manipulation, Toxic Relationships Rating: M

Day 31: Object Insertion*** Summary: Arthur receives a tip from Ron about a hidden room at Malfoy Manor and decides to have a look... Pairing: Arthur Weasley/Lucius Malfoy CW: Infidelity, COS Canon-compliant, Come as Lube, Dry orgasm Rating: E

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sendandburn · 2 months

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Clearing up misconceptions

So a lot of people seem to believe that Abraxas Malfoy married Druella Rosier, however...

Druella Black[4] (née Rosier) (fl. 1951-1955) was a pure-blood witch who married Cygnus Black III. The couple had three daughters: Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa Black. " (Harry Potter Wiki)

So who did Abraxas marry? Honestly.... We don't know. All we know is that however it is, they are definitely not a Rosier. Perhaps he married an Avery, Macnair or Mulciber.... Or someone from a different pureblood family entirely.

Another common misconception, constantly being perpetuated by fanfiction cause people just LOVE the idea of a Teeny Tiny Wizarding world :

Dorea and Charlus Potter are James Potters parents.

They are not, as you can see right here:

"James Potter I (27 March 1960 - 31 October 1981),[1] also known as Prongs, was an English pure-blood[3][4] wizard and the only son of Fleamont and Euphemia Potter.[12]" (Harry Potter Wiki)

So what Charlus and Dorea are of James? Well, either They are his grandparents or, my own personal take, his Aunt and Uncle.

Ofc, you are free to write them as his parents if you want but not only you will be essencially erasing and/or flat out ignoring the freaking inventor of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion but also systematically destroying every chance Progstar/Starbucks, Jegulus, Sirry, Drary and whatever the heck the oficial ship name for Regulus Black/Harry Potter is (Regarry? Hagulus? Hargulus???) ever had of happening.

Look, i get why someone would want to destroy Sirry and Regulus Black/Harry Potter and as much as i love progstar, it is not that popular so it's not that surprising that someone would want to kill it. But Do you seriously want to obliterate two of the three most popular crack ships on this fandom, just so you can pretend the wizarding world is even more inbreed than it already is?

Wich, if you want to avoid incest, would leave you with the following options for partners for Harry :

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Bill Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Cho Chang

Neville Longbottom

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

Marcus Flint

Oliver Wood

Dean Thomas

Theodore Nott

Blaise Zabini

Astoria Greengrass

Daphne Greengrass

Pansy Parkinson

Susan Bones

Hanah Abbot

Fleur Delacour

Gabrielle Delacour

Victor Krum

Luna Lovegood

An Oc

Remus lupin

Albus Dumbledore

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Minerva McGonagall

Amelia Bones

Alastor Moody

Evan Rosier

Barty crouch jr

Mulciber Jr

Avery Jr

Fenrir Greyback

Xenophilus Lovegood

Rubeus Hagrid

..... Or Cargo of any kind

Not as big of a selection as you would have by just leaving things as it is, but it may still please somebody so, whatever.

I guess the choice is up to you

Just remember that this is not canon.

#harry potter #abraxas malfoy #druella black #druella rosier #dorea black #charlus potter #flemmont potter #euphemia potter #clarification #just to clarify #sirius black x james potter #drarry #jegulus #regulus Black x harry potter #sirry

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dhr-ao3 · 2 months

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Sovereign Blue

Sovereign Blue https://ift.tt/NDSceC7 by dearnini Six years since the battle of Hogwarts. Six years since Voldemort killed Harry Potter. Six years since the remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix went into hiding. Hermione Granger has finally learned how to embed spells into objects, equipping herself with the highest form of protection she could in her changed world: the erasure of her muggle birth. Everyone she crosses paths with now believes she is the daughter of purebloods, and forgets her association with the Order, all due to the little ring she wears on a chain around her neck. Sent out to gather intel for the Order, she is now regarded as a valuable young wizard in the Death Eater's world, the young genius, the future of the purebloods, and the perfect bride for the Death Eater's most beloved prince, Draco Malfoy. Words: 286, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Theodore Nott, Harry Potter, Voldemort (Harry Potter), Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Dolores Umbridge, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Minerva McGonagall, Aberforth Dumbledore, Molly Weasley, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Weasley Family (Harry Potter), Tom Riddle | Voldemort Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Angst, Romance, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Voldemort Wins, Death Eater Draco Malfoy, Married Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Arranged Marriage, Espionage, Undercover, Death Eaters, False Memories via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/qCnZapF March 12, 2024 at 02:48AM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

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theothersarshi · 7 months

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tagged by @kd-heart

Rules: Go to your published works on AO3 and list the first fic you ever published there, the last fic you published, any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once, your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonized over the most, the fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort, and a work you are proud of—for whatever reason.

First fic published on Ao3: I'll go with Mangaka! It's not an Ao3 exclusive, but it's the first story I published there, X-posting from ff.net. It's a Bleach story, Ichigo/Gin. Ichigo lost all his shinigami powers and friends and he meets Gin, who's in hiding and works as an eccentric mangaka. I've always wanted to turn this one into an original, but I never got around to doing it.

Last fic published: Demon dulce, bade blând. It's a very rare Romanian fic (I usually write in English, I like having an audience, thanks), and it's an alliterative slash fantasy AU poem about two of Romania's adored 19th c. canonical writers, who were friends IRL: Mihai Eminescu ("the last great Romantic poet") and Ion Creangă (a fun storyteller, lower class, dropped out of being a priest; wrote an autobiography, fairy tales and a porn "fairy tail". Remind me to tell you about his story with Jesus "blessing" a field of corn and turning all the corn ears into dildos). Anyway, in my poem, Eminescu becomes a sort of incubus figure who seduces his best friend.

Fandom/ship I only wrote once: My most recent "one time fandom only" is Doubts (Lord of the Rings). Aragorn/Legolas. It's also angst, which... why?

Favorite fic in most popular fandom/ship: The Affair of Loki and Darcy! It turns out Avengers is my most popular fandom on Ao3, although my works in that fandom include some youthful follies. Nonetheless, "The Affair" is a story that wrote itself. It's simple, it's funny, it's fluffy, and people loved it. There was a sequel at some point that got lost in a folder somewhere, but it was never finished and never great, so I never got around to publishing it.

Fic I wish more people read: A Fair Trade is a story that I'm always very pleasantly surprised to get any comments on. Mission Impossible/Avengers, Benji Dunn/Loki. It's such a crack pairing. It was supposed to be 3-5k words long, PWP, and it ended up 30k with extra Situations.

Fic I agonized over: Not exactly agonized, but Aimless. Eventual Hermione Granger/Severus Snape. It's very angsty and I wrote on it mostly while feeling depressed and adrift myself. Additionally, it's in the HP fandom, and that's an agonizing fandom in itself. (My stance on it is: I don't mention HP often out of respect for those who abhor it; but my wish is that the fandom goes on to become everything JKR hates, and that she flinches when she hears of it, not former fans.)

Fic that popped out fully-formed: I already mentioned "The Affair..." above, so I'll say Daughter Mine this time. It's dark and disturbing, but I love it.

Fic I'm proud of: Gonna go with Demon dulce, bade blând again. I keep showing it secretly to people. Alliterative dirty poetry! I didn't know I had it in me!

Tagging: I'm bad at this tagging thing! But if you feel like being tagged - tag, you're it! ;)

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katie-krum · 6 months

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Howler - Chapter 1 - katiekrum - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]

When she reached her dormitory, she allowed herself to activate the howler. She hoped that one day her father would patent this version. “Darling... You don't even know how much I would like to hug you right now. I thought your experience at Hogwarts would be better than mine. Especially since you're not in Slytherin like most of our family. Perhaps it was a mistake to go to this school under your mother's name. I'm proud of you. You too, be proud to be my daughter, Hermione Black. I can't wait to see you. We miss you.” She smiled. She finished packing, shrunk her trunk, put it in the pocket of her robes, and headed for the school exit. She knew it was going to be a good day. xxx A few hours later, Severus Snape was sitting at his desk with a glass of firewhisky in his hand. That's how Lord Malfoy found him. “Sevvy what happened? You never drink in the middle of the week.” The dark-haired man nodded to the parchment lying next to the nearly empty bottle. Lucius took the parchment in his hands and began to read. He said the last words of the letter aloud. - "I hope to see you again, old friend. Always yours Regulus Arcturus Black, Lord and Head of the Ancient and Noble House of the Black Family.” "Miss Granger is Regulus' daughter?" My wife's cousin's daughter? Where she is?” “She's not here. The girl disappeared and documents confirming her resignation from school, signed by the Minister of Magic himself, appeared on Albus's desk.”

#dramione #dramionefanfiction #alternate universe #hermione x draco #draco malfoy #hermione granger #hermione granger is regulus black daughter #dramione fanfiction #dramione fanfic

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dhr-fics · 1 year

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Author: scarlettcat

Adapting Austen (51KB - 7 Chapters - R) With Lucius in Azkaban and the Malfoy assets frozen, Narcissa decides to make ends meet by capitalizing on a certain Muggle book craze that is sweeping the post-war wizarding world. As fate would have it, this particular book just so happens to be Hermione Granger's biggest obsession. Welcome to Austen Manor.

Anniversary Arrangements (19KB - One Shot - R) Draco and Hermione have a yearly arrangement. Ron finds out about it in a shocking way. Written for H&V Decade Later Anniversary Challenge.

Babysitting Blues (605KB - Incomplete - R) After Dumbledore's death, Hermione gets her first official Order assignment. Babysitting Draco Malfoy! Banter, hexes, Weasley products and craziness ensue. Dramione love/war story.

Bad Birthday (81KB - 8 Chapters - R) Hermione knew her 30th birthday was going to be bad. She just didn't know how bad.

Couples Counseling (29KB - One Shot - R) Narcissa suggests that Draco and his new wife seek couples counseling. Hermione has a thing or two she'd like to suggest to her meddling mother-in-law.

Draco Driving (20KB - One Shot - R) Draco was driving alright. Driving her crazy. And the two idiots in the back seat weren't helping matters.

Dream Departure (10KB - One Shot - R) Hermione quibbles with George over her satisfaction with a Daydream Charm.

Gingerbread Germs (20KB - One Shot - R) Pansy's plan for revenge couldn't be sweeter. Too bad she forgot about Draco's sweet tooth.

Grand Grumblings (12KB - One Shot - R) Draco and Hermione find out some big news about their daughter, and Draco isn't feeling particularly grand about it.

Helping House-Elves (20KB - One Shot - PG-13) S.P.E.W. has a new member, and Hermione isn't sure who should be more worried, her or the elves.

Hogwarts Horror (20KB - One Shot - PG-13) One night on patrol, Hermione and Draco discover something frightening.

Holly Hijinx (20KB - One Shot - R) Hermione and Draco deck the halls, but they would rather be decking the Weasley twins.

Malfoy's Move (12KB - One Shot - PG-13) It takes Granger's moving day for Draco to finally make his move.

Musical Mayhem (31KB - 2 Chapters - PG-13) The Gryffindors and Slytherins are ready to rumble. Of course, if Dumbledore has anything to do with it, at least they are going to do it in style.

Office Origami (13KB - One Shot - PG-13) There is a fine art to getting someone to do something you want. It's called origami.

Pandora's Pithos (28KB - One Shot - PG-13) Hermione has an embarrassing secret, and she is willing to do anything not to let the cat out of the bag, including going on a date with Draco Malfoy.

Passion Pie (21KB - One Shot - R) Ron and Hermione were having a perfectly ordinary life together until the twins decided to take up baking for the holidays.

Poinsettia Plot (20KB - One Shot - R) Secrets, lies, manipulation... Just another Christmas at Hogwarts.

Reindeer Roundup (20KB - One Shot - PG-13) Hermione and Draco go undercover to round up a herd of flying reindeer on Christmas Eve. Draco is not happy about the pointy shoes.

Ridiculous Resolutions (12KB - One Shot - PG-13) Hermione makes a New Year's resolution. Draco counters with one of his own.

Secret Satan (22KB - One Shot - PG-13) A Secret Santa Exchange leaves Hermione with a sudden desire for roasted partridge with pear compote and a certain Slytherin's head on a stick.

Snape's Situation (14KB - One Shot - R) Someone thought it would be funny to slip the usually bickering Head Boy and Head Girl a lust potion, and now they can't keep their hands off each other. Unfortunately for Severus Snape, it's his job to see that they do.

Snowman Shenanigans (20KB - One Shot - PG-13) The Golden Trio's final Christmas at Hogwarts is a fairy tale come to true. Too bad it involves having to save an ungrateful git.

Sweater Season (20KB - One Shot - R) Tis the season for ugly Christmas sweaters and mating Veela.

Witch's World (19KB - One Shot - R) Hermione and Draco get caught up in a battle of the sexes but not everybody is playing fair.

#author: scarlettcat #published: 2008

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stitched-mouth · 1 year

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Harry Potter Masterlist

Notes: Anyone you don’t see here are characters I don’t write for.

Codes

🦋 = Headcannons

💄 = Fem Reader

☘️ = GN Reader

🌷 = Fic

🖤 = Angst

🏳️‍🌈 = Gay

✨= Fluff

🌚 = NSFW

Harry Potter

To Be Continued…

Hermione Granger

To Be Continued…

Draco Malfoy

Teenagers: Young, Naive & Horny

Neville Longbottom

Neville and Bellatrix’s Daughter 💄

Luna Lovegood

To Be Continued…

Severus Snape

To Be Continued…

Bellatrix Lestrange

To Be Continued…

Narissa Malfoy

To Be Continued…

#stitched #stitched writes #stitched talks #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter masterlist #herminone granger #draco malfoy #severus snape #neville longbottom #luna lovegood #bellatrix lestrange #Narissa Malfoy

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racfoam · 1 year

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hello best author in the world I wish to see a snippet of snape or Sirius reacting to harry missing in be proud au especially snape since we haven’t really seen them interacting and I really want to see his reaction , Thank you best author in the world ❤️❤️

Hello again. Oh sheesh, I am still high from writing the smut for be proud but I would lie if I said I haven’t thought it out since your comment on be proud.

Strap in. This will be angsty and painful.

Severus' mark was black as ink. It ached and hurt, and the snake coiled. He was being summoned.

But the only one who could...

No. he thought in dread, and quickly walked out of the dungeon. For a moment, he thought to go the pitch, ignoring the burning brand on his arm. Alive, just like the man who placed it there on the first place. It was not thumping, it was not pulsing. It was burning. A constant burn.

It only meant one thing, and one thing only. The Dark Lord was back to his full power. The Dark Lord was back to his body.

Cedric Diggory landed with the cup on the Quidditch Pitch. Cheers erupted, but then they ended, and the Beuaxbatons Champion screamed when she saw Diggory was not moving when he should be moving. Why is Diggory not moving, the fool —

He rushed down the benches with Minerva and Dumbledore while the Ministry officials kept everyone on their seats.

They came to the boy, and the sight struck Severus motionless, muting him. His eyes were open.

Someone must have sent him. But why would anyone have to send him anywhere?

Where is Potter? Where is Lily’s daughter?

The last time Severus Snape ran was when he saw Potter and the Weasley girl covered in slime and dirt, as though they had fought their way out of a sewer. That was two years ago.

A black, bear-sized wolf rushed past him; Potter's Gryffindor scarf was wrapped around its furry neck. The animal went streaking into the maze, Weasley and Granger shouting after it, “Find Harry! Find Harry, Padfoot!”

He could see Granger was crying, and he's never seen them run so fast in his life. They looked like finding Potter depended on their very lives.

(Snape goes to Voldemort quicker than in canon, the moment Sirius can't find Harry and even after all the teachers remove the maze, there is no Harry in sight so Dumbledore tells him to go to Voldemort)

Snape could not move.

The Dark Lord was carrying Lily’s unconscious daughter in his arms.

Severus’ heart stopped.

But then he saw the girl's bosom rise and fall. His heart restarted again.

“Severus,” said the Dark Lord coldly, not letting Lily’s daughter go. “You are very late.”

An hour late. He wasn’t dead yet. Ten minutes. That is the timeframe every Death Eater has to Apparate in after the Dark Mark has summoned them.

“You are keeping the girl, my Lord?” he asked, trying to settle his frantic heartbeat.

“Get a grip on yourself, Severus.”

The memory of Lily’s scolding voice grounded him.

“What I do with Harriet Potter,” said the Dark Lord darkly, the temperature dropping ten degrees in the room, “is none of your concern.”

“Yes, my Lord.” he said, bowing his head.

“I shall put Harriet to bed,” said the Dark Lord. “Help yourself to tea in the kitchen. I will meet you in the living room.”

The Dark Lord turned his back to him, a clear dismissal, and, carrying Lily’s daughter, he walked up the stairs to the first floor.

She's alive. Lily’s daughter is alive.

In that moment, that was all that mattered.

Sirius

Sirius couldn’t stop pacing. He was in Dumbledore’s office with Hermione and Ron, sitting in two chairs, without touching the cups of tea Dumbledore offered them. Dumbledore looked deeply concerned. Usually, concern wasn’t something to see on Dumbledore’s. But there it was. Concern.

“Potter’s alive. The Dark Lord’s captured her.”

Sirius thought the world ended in that moment. A large void swallowed him up, freezing him in place.

Sirius' worst nightmare, coming into reality. Hermione let out a scream of helplessness, and burst into tears. Ron sat in his chair, open-mouthed, speechless, disbelief and horror clear on his face, before tears welled in his eyes, and slipped down his face.

Something jolted Sirius. Whether it was James’ spirit leaning over him and telling him to move, or Lily shoving him on the back hard, or both, Sirius did not know.

All he knew was that he escaped the void, and reentered the nightmare, and moved. Sirius prowled forward, toward Snape.

“Where?” he growled, dark and low. Deadly. Grey eyes swallowed by black.

“In a safehouse. I suspect it is under the Fidelius. I Apparated inside there, I do not know its location.”

Sirius growled. Useless, all of them.

“Is Harry harmed?” asked Dumbledore.

She’s worse off than that. thought Sirius.

“No. The Dark Lord was in the midst of moving her to a bedroom when I arrived. There were no wounds on her that I could see. She looked in perfect health, asleep.”

Carrying her? Carrying her?! Sirius was going to tear Voldemort limb from limb.

He moved, a plan already cooking in his brain.

“I won't sit here while Harry's trapped!” he roared. “The Cup — it must have taken them somewhere for the ritual. I’ll track it down. The Triwizard Cup... that must have been... A portkey...”

“Someone bewitched it?” asked Ron.

“Dolohov,” said Sirius.

“He fled.” said Snape.

“A spy,” growled Sirius, thinking back. “We have a spy, planted here. Where? Who? I thought Moody would sniff them out!”

“I'll go send for Alastor..."

“No need! I’ll go there myself!” shouted Sirius. He didn’t care anymore. They were moving at a slower pace than he was. They were slow, moving like slugs, while Sirius was moving at the speed of light, ten steps ahead. He needed to move, he wasn’t made to sit still.

Moody first, get the Map, then examine the Triwizard Cup, remake it into the Portkey that took Harry... Wherever it was it took her.

Without waiting, he rushed out of Dumbledore's office, down the spiral, stone staircase, transformed into his Animagus form, and rushed to Moody's office.

He turned back into his human form, and was about to knock, when he stopped dead.

Wasn't it... Moody who placed the Cup in the maze?

No. Come on, now. Moody? Not possible. That man hated Death Eaters. He could be Imperiused... But no, the Moody Sirius knows can fight off the Imperius like nothing, and it was Moody who taught it to most of them, and only Lily and Sirius had managed to completely fight the curse off...

Didn’t Harry tell him she saw Crouch in Snape's office and then suddenly bumped into Moody? And Snape... He holds potion ingredients there, doesn't he... And Harry... Crouch...

Crouch on map... Except he was sick...

Crouch...

Sirius's eyes widened. Could it be...

“Not all men stay dead, Sirius," Orion told him. “Unless you approached their body, touched it with your hand, placed your hand over their chest and heard no beat, they are not dead.”

“Going out with Barty again?” Sirius asked a thirteen year old Regulus, who ducked out of his arm, blushing. Sirius laughed, and called to a thirteen-year-old, blond-haired boy with eyes of mercury. “Take care of him, Bart!"

Barty scowled at Sirius for the nickname.

“I don't need to be taken care of!” whined Regulus, and approached his soulmate.

Heart beating, Sirius drew his wand.

(In short, Sirius and Barty meet)

“You’re not taking my goddaughter like you took my brother!” bellowed Sirius.

“Regulus chose it —” growled Barty, furious.

“He was just following you!” roared Sirius.

More spellfire. More curses. More shields. Barty was strong. Sirius felt the power of the young man crawling over his skin. Every strike was precise, not a movement was wasted, every shield powerful. Neither of their spells managed to connect.

Barty swung his wand sideways. Sirius used the opportunity to cast a Depulso; it hit Barty straight in the chest, blasting him backward, sending him flying into the wall, beside the table where the flask was.

A shadow came over from Sirius's right. The bookshelf on the right toppled over; Sirius cast a freezing charm, stopping it in its path. What he didn’t take into account were the books on its shelves. The books all fell in a heap of an avalanche over Sirius. Their weight toppled him flat to the ground.

His ribs ached. Darkness clouded his vision. He opened his eyes, and blew the books off him, sending them hurtling in multiple directions.

He could hear Barty avoiding them, mpving out of their path, moving to the left, to the table with the two-way communication flask that was...

A Portkey. A bloody Portkey. A Portkey to Harry. Barty was leaving.

Leaving.

Harry.

Sirius tried to move. It worked, he was sitting up, but Barty was already by the flask by the time Sirius summoned enough strength to raise his wand.

If he could just get that Portkey, he could get to Harry...

“I’ll tell Harriet you said hi,” said Voldemort’s cold voice, issuing from the glowing blue flask, resounding through the walls, sending ice down Sirius' spine.

Sirius roared in rage. His magic burst forth. Crouch lunged to the table. The shadows around Sirius emerged, tendrils and silhouettes, before striking out from the ground and walls in shapes of vines and spikes, aiming for Crouch.

Too late.

Crouch held the vial. The Portkey activated, and Sirius’ only path to Harry twisted into a vortex of colour, vanishing before his very eyes, out of reach.

Sirius roared at the top of his lungs. He screamed and screamed and screamed until his throat burned and his voice turned hoarse. Sirius bent over, pain spreading over his chest, and started to weep.

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