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hp-hcs · 5 months

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violent stalker mattheo riddle.... each guy and girl readers ever spoken to? damn wdym they showed up beaten up the next day and they dont even know who did it ????

i feel like he'd also get violent with reader and ykw .... im so insane id let him beat me bloody .

"i'm doing this because you're not listening to me, sweetheart. how else am i supposed to show you that trying to leave me is what you shouldn't do?"

hey uh, future requesters: giving me a line of dialogue or smth to build around means i’ll finish your request WAY faster. tysm anon 😭

requests open

prometheus — yandere! insane! stalker! mattheo riddle x gn! reader

wow! there’s a fuck ton of really fucking dark violence, murder, torture, manipulation, abduction, and horrific domestic abuse in this! please be careful if you choose to read this!

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i jokingly took a sociopathy test with a couple of friends earlier today and i scored like really high so uh dunno how to feel about that

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“Am I…am I in trouble or something, Professor…?”

Professor McGonagall’s lips thinned and she looked at you over the rim of her glasses. She folded her hands together neatly where they rested on her desk before speaking. “Not for now, no. Relax a bit, dear. The law states that you’re innocent until proven guilty.”

“That’s not- that doesn’t really make me less nervous.”

The professor opened her mouth to speak again when a chime alerted her to an incoming floo call.

With a wave of her wand, the flames flared green and a genial-looking man stepped out of the fireplace. He brushed soot off of his robes and grinned brightly as soon as he caught sight of the professor.

“Minerva! Lovely to see you again. I’m afraid Quincy isn’t going to make it. Corbett is sick, poor thing, so he’s staying home with him today,” the man gushed, evidently quite close with the professor.

“Oh, send them both my well wishes, Hez, dear. Anyway, this is the student you asked to see, Y/n L/n,” she motioned towards you.

The man gave you a cheery grin—far too cheerful for this early in the morning—and held out his hand for you to shake. “A pleasure to meet you, Mx. L/n. I’m Auror Hezekiah Ackerly. I’d just like to ask you a few questions if that’s alright?”

You dubiously shook his outstretched hand, a bit put off by his bright grin that never seemed to dim. “Sure.”

“Wonderful!” the Auror pulled the second office guest chair closer and sat down across from you. “Let’s get the easy questions out of the way. Do you have many friends? Or maybe a small, close-knit group of people you regularly hang out with?”

Your eyebrows furrowed. The fuck kind of question was this?

“Uh, I guess a close-knit group?”

Auror Ackerly summoned a notebook and quill, writing quickly. “Who belongs to this group?”

Seriously, this felt more like being at a psychiatrist’s office than being questioned by a government official.

“Er, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger? And sometimes Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood?”

Seriously, what was going on?

“And do you have any…romantic relationships? Any troubles or issues there?”

Your eyes narrow. “What’re you playing at?”

“Cormac McLaggen was found dead in the Forbidden Forest this morning,” Professor McGonagall cut to the chase, interrupting Auror Ackerly. “You were the last known person to have spoken to him, and several of your peers attest that they heard an argument break out between the two of you last night after dinner.”

Your eyebrows shot up and your jaw dropped. “Dead? Wh- how?”

“That’s what we at the Ministry would like to know,” Auror Ackerly interjected smoothly. “You’re not in trouble, Mx. L/n, but I am here to escort you to the Ministry for questioning.”

Your jaw dropped.

They thought you did this?

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You sat at a table, alone in some room deep inside the Ministry building.

You huffed, folding yet another paper crane from the stack of sticky notes Ackerly had oh-so-thoughtfully left for you after your interrogation.

You set the finished bird on the table, the small pile of origami cranes you’ve made while waiting slowly getting larger.

Peeling off another sticky note, you started folding another when a nice-looking man in well-pressed robes entered the barren room and stopped in front of your table. He looked down at you with mild bafflement.

“L/n, I presume?”

“That’d be me,” you mumbled, adding your newest crane to the pile.

The man smiled gently before waving a hand over your paper birds and enchanting them to fly.

You tried to hide your awe as you look up at the cranes that floated and soared around the room.

The man smiled at your reaction. “It’s quite nice to finally meet you, Mx. L/n. You’ve been the topic of many a discussion today.”

“I’d imagine so, yes,” you said dryly. “Not many teenagers accused of murder coming through the department, huh?”

He grinned. “Not really, no.”

The man pulled out the other chair at the table, sitting down across from you and rifling through the thick manila folder he held.

“Are you here to interrogate me some more?” You asked suspiciously. “Ask Ackerly, man. I already told him everything I know.”

He laughed. “No, I’m not here to interrogate you. I’m your lawyer, Mx. L/n.”

You blink. “I don’t have a lawyer. My family can’t afford that.”

“You always have the right to an attorney, Mx. L/n,” he said kindly as he held out his hand to you. “Octavian Foxglove, Esquire.”

“Y/n L/n, but you already knew that,” you greet, shaking his hand.

He smiled again.

He was a very smiley man.

He laid out the manila folder and turned it around on the table so that you would be able to see it.

The first paper on top was a copy of your school records, with a bright red PRIMARY SUSPECT stamped over the top of your picture.

You grimaced.

Your lawyer nodded sympathetically. “There’s a photo underneath that page, by the way. Supposedly the last photo we have of McLaggen still alive and, uh…it’s not looking great for you, in all honesty.”

You moved your school records page aside, finding a standard moving photograph paperclipped to the inside of the file.

It showed, quite clearly, you speaking with Cormac McLaggen in a hallway. Picture-Cormac angrily threw his arms up in the air and silently yelled at picture-you, while your body language in the photo loudly screamed ‘furious & upset’.

He was right. It wasn’t a great look.

“And there’s only one thing I need you to- oh, where is it?” He dug through the inside pockets of his robes, procuring a pen. “Aha! The next page has a simple contract. I just need a signature stating that you either accept me as your public defender, or would like to request someone else from the Ministry to handle your case.”

You nod, flipping the page to the contract he indicated. Mr. Foxglove smiled again and held the pen out to you.

As soon as your fingers made contact with the pen, you vanished.

~~~

You stumbled blindly, almost falling to the floor before a hand caught your elbow and steadied you.

“Easy, careful.”

You whirled around, surprised to see a different man in Mr. Foxglove’s clothes. He held his hands up in a non-threatening manner.

“Woah- slow down, kid. You’re fine.”

“Who the hell are you?”

“I’m- was your lawyer,” he shrugged and smiled. “Augustus Rookwood, at your service.”

It dawned on you. “It was a portkey,” you breathed. “The pen. It was a portkey, wasn’t it?”

“Clever kid,” he sounded impressed. “Now c’mon. The boss wants to see you.”

You followed the man without complaint; half out of curiosity, half out of the knowledge that Augustus Rookwood was an Azkaban escapee charged with at least forty counts of first degree murder.

Pretty simple choice.

It looked like you were in a wealthy aristocrat’s house. Er, mansion, more accurately. The hallway you were walking down was old and stuffy and dusty, and the overall aura of Dark magic that permeated the very air of the house sent shivers down your spine.

Rookwood led you down a flight of rickety stairs to the first floor, and then down a narrow hallway and into a study, where he left you without another word.

The study itself was old. Everything was coated in a thick layer of dust except for the pristine and polished bureau right in the center.

(Obviously, ‘the boss’ was sitting at this desk.)

((Villains tend to be predictable like that.))

However, you were surprised to see that ‘the boss’ was-

“Riddle?”

He looked up at the sound of your voice, a wide grin spreading across his face as he hurriedly got up from his desk.

“Y/n, darling, hello!” He gushed, practically skipping over towards you before pulling you into a very uncomfortable hug. “Sweetheart- oh, I’m so glad you’ve made it here safely! Rookwood really is my only competent assistant; I must be sure to give him a raise.”

You froze up at the unexpected hug, your arms remaining stiffly by your sides. He let go after a moment, but remained just a bit too close for comfort.

“Hopefully the Ministry didn’t give you too hard of a time,” he rubbed the back of his neck with a guilty grin. “I promise Ackerly’s a good man. When he’s, y’know, in control of his own body.”

Your eyes widen and you take a step back. “What?”

“Just a little Imperius, darling, no worries. Did you like your gift?”

You blinked, thrown off by his rapid changes in subjects. “Uh- gift?”

He smiled proudly. “McLaggen? He won’t bother you anymore, see?”

All the color drained from your face.

“You killed Cormac?”

He nods, grinning. “Uh-huh. I heard what McLaggen said to you last night in the hall, and I don’t like when other people look at what’s mine.”

“Yours?” You repeat, your lip curling in disgust. “You’d better not be referring to me.”

Mattheo paused, looking at you in confusion. “What else would I be talking about?”

You scoff in shock, shaking your head. “Yeah, nope, I’m out.”

You turned around without further preamble, marching out of the room and towards the front door that you’d passed earlier. Mattheo laughed and followed you out of the study at a leisurely pace, seemingly unworried.

“Where are you going to go, darling? As far as the general public is concerned, you’re on the run after brutally murdering a classmate. You’re Wanted with a capital W, sweetheart.”

“I’ll figure it out,” you snarled, storming towards the front door.

“Y/n…” He warned, drawing his wand and pointing it at you. “Get back here. Now.”

“Fuck off.” You spat over your shoulder, not sparing him another glance.

That was clearly not the thing to say. As if in slow motion, you heard a dreaded word fall from his lips.

“Crucio!”

You were struck with pain that was so overwhelming, so blinding, so agonizing, that you were sure you were going to die.

You were only half aware that you’d fallen to the floor at some point as wave after wave of unbearable pain crashed over you. You could feel your bones creaking and grinding together, your skin splitting apart only to knit itself back together just to be torn apart again, like you were some fucked up wixen version of fucking Prometheus.

You were only vaguely aware that you were speaking, pleading. Pleading not for the Unforgivable to be lifted, but for him to just end it, end you, entirely.

“K-kill me! Kill m-me…please!” You begged, blood trailing down from the corner of your mouth and smeared across your chin. You must’ve bit your tongue hard for it to bleed like that, and the sting from that wound while you speak is just too overwhelming when combined with the pain from the Cruciatus Curse.

Then all at once, it stops.

You gasp for air, your entire body trembling and numb as you lay sprawled across the floor like a marionette with its strings cut.

Mattheo kneeled down by your side and cupped your face in his hands with a kind of tender gentleness that felt deeply wrong coming from him.

“See, I’m doing this because you’re not listening to me, sweetheart. How else am I supposed to show you that trying to leave me is what you shouldn’t do?” He cooed softly, gently wiping the blood from your chin with the sleeve of his shirt.

You flinched back at his touch. Your body—still wracked with uncontrollable quivers and trembles—tried in vain to crawl away from him.

“Oh no, honey- hey, honey- I promise it’s all over, okay? You were so so good for me. But you see now that you’ve got to stay with me, right?”

Your jaw quivered and your still-stinging tongue felt thick in your mouth, yet you managed to spit vicious hatred towards him.

“G-go to hell.”

A flurry of emotions crossed his face: surprise, anger, guilt, and disappointment; all of which were topped by the underlying aura of pure sadistic glee that exuded from him.

“Oh? Do you need another lesson or two before you learn?” He sighed and shook his head patronizingly. “Very well then, darling. Crucio!”

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ashdreams2023 · 2 years

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Hi can I request a Harry Potter x Gryffindor reader where they’re actually the best of friends and she has liked him for years but she lost hope because it’s like he never sees her y’know? so when Harry starts to pursue Cho ( or someone else it’s up to you) , she decided that it’s time for her to move on but when Harry saw her getting close to someone else he just got really jealous and confess that he actually like her too, he just doesn’t want to ruin their friendship if it doesn’t work out? thanks!

Idiot potter

"Hey look at this!" You looked up from your charms notebook at the boy sitting in front of you, he waved his wand in slow motion at a piece of crumbled parchment.

The parchment’s color started changing from light to darker blue then purple and ended up in a rainbow kind of mix.

"Bloody hell where did you learn that?!" You inspected the results, the colors were beautiful you had to admit.

Harry grinned proudly "I read it in one of the books Hermion was skimming"

"Wow, you actually learned something from those study meetups" you teased. Harry rolled his eyes before snatching the parchment back from you.

You pouted then dragged your attention back to your textbook "Anyways, did you find the answer to question three?" You waited for him to respond but nothing came so you looked up, and surprise surprise he’s not paying attention to you.

Your eyes followed his and it landed on Cho.

Of course.

You shouldn’t be surprised, he’s been eyeing since the school year started. She was pretty and played his favorite game, unlike you or at least that’s what you thought.

With a sigh you gathered your belongings and got up, you weren’t going to let ruin your mood yet again.

Harry was never going to see you more than a friend so being jealous would be stupid, and it’s just hurting your own feelings over something you can’t do much about.

"Hey where are you going?" He asked after seeing you get up.

"It’s getting stuffy I’ll go study in the common room. Ya see at later I guess" you walked out the study hall, once again trying to not be so disappointed and focus on what’s important for the mean time.

Harry sighed twirling his wand between his fingers before Neville sat down in your place, dropping a couple of books on herbology.

"You’re alone today"

"Y/N just left"

"Oh! She Must have yes to dean’s study date" Harry frowned dropping his wand on the table. The clumsy boy blinked at the confused look on his face before saying "oh, you didn’t know? Dean asked her out this morning on a study date. He couldn’t stop talking about it all morning"

Harry swallowed. You liked dean? Of course you liked him, why wouldn’t you.

"I think I’ll go to the great hall early today"

Harry’s sharp eyes stared at you and dean chatting away as everyone was going back to the conman room to rest then sleep.

It was around twelve when Harry couldn’t help not falling asleep and went down to the conman room, he was surprised to find you there by the fireplace.

"Hi…" you jumped slightly at the sudden company and gave him a small smile. He sat down beside you and stay in the comforting silence of the room.

"So…you and dean ha?" Your shoulders seemed to slump down at that and you just shrugged.

"I guess I’m finally giving him a chance, he isn’t a bad guy" Harry wanted to protest and tell you that you were wrong but he knew you weren’t, and it made things worse. His chest burned with jealousy, he was really losing you for good now.

"He’s lucky" he started, his cheeks burning easily with embarrassment "any guy would be lucky to have you, maybe if I was a little bit faster I would’ve been in his place" Harry closed his eyes immediately, waiting for you to lash at him or something but nothing came.

"You…like me? As in, more than a friend?" Your voice sounded hopeful, when he opened his eyes he saw you staring directly at him with teary eyes and a shivering lip "for how long?"

Harry inhaled deeply "since our first year, since we became friends and I just…didn’t want to ruin our friendship and you deserve so much be-" you kissed him.

You cut him off and kissed him, your hands cupped his face and kissed him with all the passion in your heart. Harry froze but quickly kissed you back, almost trembling as he warping his arms around your waist.

"For Merlin sakes you idiot I waited for you to notice me for years!" You broke the kiss, flustered and half pissed at him. Harry chuckled pressing his forehead against yours, his cheeks were flaming red but his chest felt full and light at the same time.

"I’m sorry"

"You better be. Idiot potter" then you hugged each other tightly for a while longer, as if one of you let go the other would disappear.

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books-4-life9 · 4 months

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Ok HP fandom, listen here.

We can assume that in the first book, the way to get to the philosophers stone was set up with each room designed for one of Ron, Hermione, and Harry’s strengths. The keys for Harry, chess for Ron, riddle/potions for Hermione. The mirror and fluffy were extras.

Now, the one chamber that doesn’t fit? The Devils Snare. I reckon that this was originally intended for someone else, someone who Dumbledore thought would be there. Who could that be? A student who loves plants and herbology? Who was there as they left and, had things played out a little differently, gone with them?

Neville. My theory is that the devils snare chamber was intended for Neville to get past, as he loved plants. Instead, he wasn’t there, so Hermione had to do it instead.

Dumbledore probably had intended to give Neville points for getting past the devils snare at the end-of-year feast, but when he found out that he wasn’t, in fact, there, he had to give him some for something else, namely, standing up to his friends.

Also on the note of the end of year feast, we notice that no one gets points for getting past the devils snare. Ron and Hermione get 50 each, because they each worked out a chamber, and Harry gets 60, presumably because he stopped Quirrell/Voldemort and got them past the keys.

Sorry for the long post, this was just something I was thinking about last night. 😁

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hp-fruit-fest · 11 months

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Another month down of fruity excellence, and the last of the year! We'll be back Spring 2024, but in the meantime, check out all the yummy goodies provided for us in June (and check back soon for a full fest roundup!)

FIC. Harry/Fred. Rated: G. Words: 209. Postwar. Fred lives.

Harry has to bake a cherry pie. Fred loves cherries

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FIC. Barty/Evan. Rated: T. Words: 6,098. Poetry. Psychopaths in love. Pureblood society. Ambiguous ending. English & French version.

The Rosier family organizes a ball. A late guest joins in. Between cherry flowers and the cherry fruit, reason and madness, duty and desire, Evan has to make a choice, which will reveal his true intentions and feelings. ------------------------------------------------------------ La famille Rosier organise un bal. Un invité de dernière minute s'y joint. Entre les fleurs et la cerise, la raison et la folie, le devoir et le désir, Evan doit faire un choix, qui révèlera ses véritables sentiments et intentions.

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FIC. Harry & Fred. Rated: G. Words: 187. Female Harry Potter. Pre-GoF.

Harry just wanted to study charms and eat her peach

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FIC. Draco/Harry. Postwar. France. Vineyards. Destitute Draco.

The thick, wooden door, held together with ancient iron straps, swung open with surprisingly little noise on well-maintained hinges despite its age and size. The absolute last person Draco could have ever expected stared at him in a subdued, frozen kind of horror once it was open. “No,” Harry Potter said evenly and calmly, as if Draco had asked him if he was supposed to be alive. “How?” Draco choked on the question so it left his mouth as little more than breath. “No!” Potter shouted as his hands flailed back and forth in desperate negation before diving into the bedlam of black hair, like they sought shelter from the moment. “‘Arry?” a feminine and heavily French voice called out. “Is it ‘im?” “Yes!” the presumed dead man in question shouted too loudly, as if he could no longer control his own volume. “But no, he won’t- we couldn’t- I-” A woman maybe just a bit past her middle age came up behind him as he stammered. Draco continued to stare. He couldn’t even sneer; he was shocked to his core. His chest held onto his surprise like a barely contained explosion. Harry Potter wasn’t dead. It felt like it should change everything, yet they remained staring at each other as if nothing ever would.

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FIC. Severus/Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 800. Postwar. Healing. "Strawberry Fields Forever."

Sirius debated going into the office, since he figured they were done for the day, when Severus came back with a bowl of strawberries in hand. Severus held a paring knife. "They're from my garden," he said as he sliced a strawberry into small pieces, juices sliding down his fingers and onto his arms, and held a slice out.

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FIC. Draco/Hermione. Rated: M. Words: 4,152. Religious inspiration. Biblical references. Lucius as God. Draco as Satan. Harry as Adam. Hermione as Eve. Deception. Porn With Plot.

Draco, bored with exile from Heaven and curious about the woman his father made from Harry's own rib, slides into the Garden of Eden with one goal in mind: to make Hermione eat the pomegranate from the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, and ruin her for his own enjoyment. Instead, he finds himself losing a lot more than he bargained for.

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FIC. Gen. Alice/Frank. Hannah/Neville. Rated: G. Words: 449. Marauder's Era & Lightning Era. Love & Friendship.

There is only a reason they fight. To be free of laugh, cry, play, run, and be alive.

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FIC. Harry/Tom. Rated: T. Words: 411. Tom Riddle's Diary. Chamber of Secrets. Implied/Referenced Character Death.

Tom Riddle had managed to retrieve the body from the diary. Now, he wanted Harry on his side

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FIC. Harry/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 339. Blood kink. Knifeplay. Food play.

Severus laid bare on the white bedsheets. He was on his back, and the cold ceramic plate rested on his stomach. "It has been a good year," said Harry. He had a paring knife in hand as he sliced the mangoes before setting them on the plate.

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FIC. Harry/Terrence. Rated: T. Words: 6,530. 5+1 Things. Dating. Fluff. Farmer's Market.

5 times Terence and Harry were interrupted in the middle of a date and 1 time they weren’t.

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FIC. Charlie/Harry/Oliver. Rated: T. Words: 5,033. Fluff & angst. Breaking Up & Making Up. Time skips. POV Oliver. Minor Marcus/Oliver.

Charlie Weasley felt like summer and smelled like watermelon. Harry Potter felt like winter and smelled like pomegranate. Together, they felt like spring and smelled like home.

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FIC. Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 3,469. Mpreg. Fluff & angst.

Severus' life is ruined.

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ART. Draco/Harry. Rated: M. Digital art. NSFW art.

HP Fruit Fest 2023 Entry for "Lemon"

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FIC. Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 383. Blood kink. Knifeplay. Food play.

The ceramic plate smashed against the hardwood floor. Harry paused his movements — the mango half peeled in his hands. He placed the fruit — all its juices and flesh — onto the soiled bed sheets. “You shouldn’t have done that. What a waste.”

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ART. Ginny/Pansy. Rated: M. Digital art. Partial nudity. One night stand. Sensuality.

It only takes takes a single day for Pansy and Ginny to give each other something better.

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FIC. Draco/Harry. Rated: T. Words: 16,774. Unspeakable Draco. Lost souls. First love.

Draco struggles with infertility and hopes to find the answer in a magical fig tree. His journey takes him to Aydin Turkey, where he meets another lost soul named Harry.

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FIC & ART. Hannah/Neville. Hermione/Pansy. Rated: G. Words: 699. Businesswoman Pansy. Minister Hermione. Cherry trees. POV Outsider. Engagement.

Pansy is seen doing ordinary things, tasting cherries! Neville is a witness. Hannah is right there. But, it's all because of Hermione.

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FIC. Harry/Draco. Rated: T. Words: 3,062. Postwar. Baking. Romance. Established relationship.

Baking is an unexpected hobby that Harry fell into a little over a year ago, nearly a decade after the war ended.

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FIC. Harry & Severus. Rated: G. Words: 2,666. Severitus. Domestic Fluff. Sprinkle of Angst. Past Child Abuse. Eating Disorder. Hopeful Ending. KidFic.

After having been rescued from the Dursleys, Harry continues to struggle with eating; and Severus struggles with watching Harry struggle - until a pomelo comes along.

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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yes, i’m a squib | part 4.

Summary: Y/N Black has always been a squib, to the dismay of her pureblood family. Cast out to the orphanage at a young age, she thought that was her life. Until her relative Sirius Black breaks out of Azkaban. Suddenly a letter to Hogwarts in thrusted into her hand and Y/N becomes a true part of the magical Wizarding World.

Warnings for the Series: violence, death, light smut, angst, fluff

Pairing: harry potter x black!reader, cedric diggory x black!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

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The first month of school seemed to breeze by you. The first few weeks of the second month was no different. You were doing well… as well as a squib could do. Classes that required no magic at all you found yourself excelling in. Those that needed magic took more work still. But even then, none of your grades were bad. You had made friends, like Neville, as well as sitting firmly in two friend groups. Your first friend group was more like a group of older siblings. Cedric’s friends had quickly adopted you. The older boy was doing well on his job at being an older brother. He actively made time at night to share a drink with you and Kreacher as well as helping with homework. Your second friend group was truly a group of friends.

The Golden Trio was now a known Golden Quartet. Gryffindor became used to seeing your yellow robes flutter about their common room. You were constantly walking arm in arm with Hermione, chatting with Harry, and playing chess with Ron. All of it was much to your cousin’s dismay. But Draco never said anything to you directly. However, he didn’t hesitate to let you know with looks that he disapproved of the friendship.

Balancing your cousin’s pride with your friends’ pride— especially Harry’s— wasn’t the easiest. You acted like you didn’t know either one of them whenever they started arguing in the same room. They had learned to not include you, to not even bother asking.

Your professors were nice aside from Snape. Professor Lupin and Professor Sprout were your two favorites. Whenever you would accompany Harry to his after class lessons, Professor Lupin would let you stay and watch. He even offered chocolates from an alarmingly large stash he seemed to have hidden in the bottom left drawer of his desk. While Harry worked on advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts techniques, you studied. Every now and then, he would try to include and Lupin would encourage. You indulged them by trying a spell. And when it didn’t work, you gave them a small smile, tucked your wand back into the waistband of your skirt, and continued to do homework while sucking on a chocolate.

“But, Professor—”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Potter. But that is final.”

You heard the voices of Professor McGonagall and Harry. Harry came sulking into the castle to see you cuddling Padfoot while sitting on the steps. Without a word, he sat down next to you. His fingers scratched Padfoot between the eyes.

“Wait, why are you still here, (Y/N)?” Harry asked. “Shouldn’t you be at Hogsmeade with the others before the Halloween feast?”

“Mr. Stapius forgot to sign my forms. He is a very forgetful man, bless him. So, it seems that we are both stuck here.”

“Yeah,” Harry said, dejectedly, before suddenly standing up.

He stuck out his hand. Shifting Padfoot to one hand, you took Harry’s outstretched one and followed him to wherever he was leading you. The two of you worked your way through the quidditch equipment. Harry grabbed his broom that was resting there after a cleaning as well as one of the training brooms. You kept following the boy out of the barracks and to the quidditch field. Harry threw down the spare broom and set down his Nimbus 2000 gently.

“Have you ever ridden a broom?” he asked.

“How much magic are you going to make me go through before you realize I’m a squib?” you asked with a chuckle.

“Hermione was reading and began to go on about brooms. Apparently, there’s some debate on if brooms are enchanted to fly or if it must come from magic of the person themselves. Brilliantly, it came about when a muggle accidentally started to levitate while cleaning.”

“Harry, where are you going with this?”

“Well, if it is the first one— the enchanting— then what if I enchant the broom. You could still fly it.”

“You must be very bored to think of this, Harry Potter, but I will go along with it.”

“Brilliant.” Harry looked at his broom. “Up.”

The broom floated a little bit off the ground. You had seen enough quidditch matches in your life to know how to work a broom. Sitting on it, you firmly grabbed the handle. Harry made sure you were stable before letting go of the broom. Almost instantly, the broom began to tip forward. You leaned back a little to keep yourself upright. Slowly, you noticed that the broom was getting lower and lower until it was barely hovering above the ground.

“Uh, Harry, I think those debates Hermione was reading about got it wrong. It seems to be a bit of both.”

You got off the broom and it dropped to the rest of the ground completely. Harry looked at his broom in the grass, commanding it back up. Under Harry’s complete control, the broom rose up high once more. You frowned as you looked at it.

“Try once more.”

You gave him a look but did as he said anyway. When you went to get back on, Harry stopped you. He instructed you to sit on the broom as if you were sitting side-saddle on a horse. His hands never left yours as he helped you sit down. With the two of you still holding hands, you found that the broom stayed at the level that Harry first commanded it to be at. You shouted in delight. If anyone were to go to the field to practice, they would see Harry walking next to you— still holding one of your hands— while you shouted about how you were flying.

That was almost exactly what Oliver Wood and the rest of the Gryffindor team saw when they arrived. The entire team had agreed to come back from the Hogsmeade field trip a little early in order to practice for the first game of the season— coincidentally against your House. The team wore smirks on their faces as they watched. You and Harry had stopped in the middle of the field, him being tired of running around. You were now circling him on the broom, Harry’s arm stretching anytime you were behind him. Your cat, asleep at his feet.

“I’ve never done this before!” You shouted in excitement.

“You’re doing brilliant.”

“Potter!” The shout from Oliver made you both break from the little world you were in.

“Right, practice,” Harry said.

You quickly jumped down from the broom as the rest of the team made their way over. Looking down at the other practice broom in the grass, you picked it up so it would be in the team’s way. You gave Harry a hug before scooping up Padfoot who protested loudly at being woken up.

“Thank you, Harry, truly. I had so much fun. Have fun with your practice. I would wish you all luck for the game but since it’s against Hufflepuff, I do believe as a Puff I have to root for my own house. And because as Captain and seeker, Cedric would stop talking to me if I didn’t.”

The Gryffindor team chuckled.

“Well, if we win then the next game is against Slytherin. You can root for us then,” Oliver said.

“Will do.”

“And tell your captain that our team is ready to destroy them.”

“You can tell him that yourself. Bye, Harry. Bye, everyone.”

“How come you get a special goodbye?” Fred and George asked when you had walked off the field.

With everyone still at Hogsmeade, you were once again left with nothing to do. Padfoot’s protests about being woken up were short lived when he fell asleep in your arms. You gently adjusted so you could constantly remove one of your hands without disturbing him. Hogwarts felt strangely empty when it was only the first and second years. You weren’t upset at Mr. Stapius for forgetting to sign your forms but you just wished that next time he would remember— and not lose the form either.

Your feet carried you without much thought until you found yourself at Professor Lupin’s office. You knocked gently on the door, pleasantly surprised to hear someone tell you to come in. You weren’t sure which professors had also gone down to Hogsmeade and which were still in the castle. Lupin looked up from where he was grading end of the month essays.

“Ms. Black, what brings you by? I thought you’d be out with the other students in Hogsmeade.”

“Mr. Stapius forgot to sign my forms.” You shrugged.

Lupin looked at the black bundle of fur in your arms, pointing to it.

“You have a cat.”

“This is Padfoot.”

The professor snorted as he finished grading the essay in front of him. You took a seat in the chair across from his desk, gently petting your cat. Lupin moved on to another essay. For a few seconds, the only sounds were coming from the scribble of his quill. Lupin grabbed the box of sweets from his desk drawer and placed it in front of you. You started fiddling through the chocolates.

“Professor,” you said as you kept looking for a sweet. “How much about Sirius do you know? I mean, can you tell me more about my father?”

Lupin stopped marking the parchment. “I don’t know if that is the best idea.”

“But you were friends right? That’s why you felt bad for not taking care of me, because the two of you were school friends.”

“Yes, we were.”

“Then why is it not a good idea?”

“(Y/N), it is not responsible of me as an adult and your professor to fill your head with stories of a wanted man.”

“You said to stick to my beliefs. I believe that he is innocent, you said that was good.”

“He is still wanted. Innocent or not, Sirius Black is currently a known criminal that has escaped from Azkaban.”

“But I’ve tried asking Kreacher. He only complai—”

“Kreacher? He’s still around?” Lupin asked, bewildered.

“Yes, he works in the kitchen, at least while I’m in school. Every time I even utter Sirius, he just goes on about how my dad was nice to every other house elf but him and that he hates him with a burning passion.”

“Your father wasn’t the nicest to him, saw him as an extension of the Black family. Especially his mother.”

“Please, Professor… just one story?”

Lupin picked up his quill again and you sighed as you sat back in the chair. You began picking through the sweets again, dejectedly, until the man suddenly started to speak. Sitting up a little straighter, you listened to him tell you the story of how Sirius and your mother met. She hadn’t gone to school with them. Her parents moved to France when she was young and sent her to Beauxbatons instead of Hogwarts, even though she got the letter— because they felt the school was too far away even with magical transportation. You smiled while sucking the chocolate off of your thumb. Lupin described your mother in the nicest fashion and couldn’t stop gushing about how Sirius was madly in love with her.

“Alright, that was one story,” Lupin said as he set the quill down. “I’m headed down to the kitchens to restock on my tea, I’ll be passing by your common room.”

You stood up and began to walk with him, hoping that maybe you could convince the professor to squeeze out one more story about Sirius. Instead, Lupin was more concerned about your studies. You figured that you should have expected that. He was a teacher after all, not to mention a father figure of sorts. You told him how you were doing in classes and he offered advice where he could.

“I don’t think Professor Snape will ever like me,” you admitted.

“He can be a bit tough to warm up to people.”

You shook your head. “He hates me, he hates that I’m a squib. I really wanted to do well in Potions but he keeps assigning all the ones that require magic. I thought he could be my favorite professor but he just wants me to fail… Professor.”

You gasped when you and Lupin ran into Snape. Your face heated up with embarrassment, knowing that Snape heard all of it and was probably judging you. Without saying goodbye to Lupin, you shuffled past both men before Snape could say anything. You didn’t stop until you were safe in your room. Kreacher came in but left quickly after seeing your face. You only emerged when it was time for the feast.

“Are you okay?” Cedric asked when you sat down.

You shook your head as you recounted the awful encounter with Professor Snape. The older boy was no help, finding the entire ordeal funny. You simply groaned at Cedric’s taunting before getting up to leave with Gryffindors— Hermione and Ron had said they got stuff for you and Harry from Hogsmeade. Much like Cedric, Ron was teasing you to no end about Snape. The four of you chuckled at his last comment before being forced to stop by the rest of the Gryffindors that were still on the steps instead of in the common room. Your head turned at hearing Percy’s shouts to let him through as Head Boy.

“Somebody get Professor Dumbledore, quickly!” Percy shouted.

That statement made you crane your neck to try and see what was happening. It had to be serious if Dumbledore needed to be called. Moments later, Dumbledore was shuffling through the crowd— along with Professor McGonagall and Lupin. With the crowd parted, you and the others were able to see the problem. The painting that normally held the Fat Lady was replaced with three claw marks going across it.

“Students, please split up and find the guardian of your common room. Give a shout when you find her.”

You all parted like the sea, splitting into small groups to search through the paintings. The portraits simply stared at the students as you guys ran about the stairs. A shout from Seamus caught everyone’s attention and soon you all piled around him. The Fat Lady was hiding behind a large wildebeest, shivering in fear. She only breathed out a small sigh of relief when Dumbledore appeared in front of her.

“It’s him, Headmaster. He’s in the castle… Sirius Black!”

Murmurs whispered through the crowd. Dumbledore shushed everyone and told them to go back to the Great Hall. He instructed McGonagall and Lupin to inform the other professors to gather the students from the other Houses. All the students were going to stay in the Great Hall where they could easily be protected, at least for tonight. Everyone began to do as he said. You were almost down the steps, behind everyone else, when you felt your arm grabbed. You looked behind you to see the arm that grabbed you belonged to Professor Lupin. He gave you a stern look.

“Don’t do whatever you are thinking. Do you hear me, (Y/N)? Don’t go looking for Sirius Black.”

“What if we find him, Professor?”

“And what if he is not alone? You don’t know who is with him.”

“But he—”

“If a dementor is chasing him, what will you do? You have no magic, do your best to understand that. An advanced wizard can barely fight a dementor, a squib has absolutely no chance. Do you understand? Let it go.” Professor Lupin’s voice was harsh. He paused after realizing what he had said.

You pulled your arm from his grasp. “I understand, Professor. I’ll go to the Great Hall.”

You wiped at your eyes, ripping your wand from your skirt waistband and throwing it to the ground. You didn’t care if someone stepped on it. In fact, you hoped they did and would break it. You got into one of the sleeping bags on the Hufflepuff side and immediately closed your eyes, not wanting to talk to anyone for the rest of the night.

(Part 5)...

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shostakobitchh · 9 months

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Chapter 48: maelstrom

“I’d like to know what you were thinking.” Professor McGonagall said in a voice that told Ariel exactly what she was thinking.

Ariel had ended up in her office in the middle of lunch, which had been spent getting pats and whoops and hollers that had made her feel like she wanted to sink into the floor and never come back up. She’d realized she’d gone too far when Snape hadn’t shown up at all and the rest of the professors had begun huddling together, their glances shot deliberately at her. She’d certainly known when Professor McGonagall had gotten wind, because all of the congratulatory cheering had evaporated like smoke. Fred had silently saluted her — George had said she was doing the Lord’s work, but Ron and Hermione had been very, very quiet.

Hermione had reappeared just as they were sitting down. Ariel hadn’t bothered to ask how she’d managed to vanish like a ghost before, but she figured she wouldn’t have gotten much of an answer about it. This wasn’t the first time it had happened this week, and Ariel was certain it wouldn’t be the last.

She fiddled with her hands and sighed dejectedly. “He was going to poison Neville’s toad —”

“And so you decided to poison yourself instead.” Professor McGonagall said flatly. “Once was not enough for you, it seems.”

For once in your goddamn life think about yourself —

You have no idea what will come for you if anyone was to even have a suspicion that you were my child —

This is child’s play compared to what the Dark Lord and his followers can do to you – because of me —

“I wasn’t actually going to drink it.” Ariel tried, but that only seemed to make Professor McGonagall more annoyed. She’d already docked Gryffindor another twenty points, in addition to the fifty Snape had as well, apparently only once Ariel had left class.

“Nor would Professor Snape have let you.” Professor McGonagall’s voice hardened. “To undermine his authority, however, in front of not only your Housemates, but the Slytherins as well —”

“I didn’t do it to undermine his authority,” Ariel said, her voice low and resolute. “I did it to protect Neville’s toad.”

She pursed her lips and stared at her for a long moment. Ariel felt like one of the ingredients in Snape’s potion jars, being sized up.

“Miss Evans,” Professor McGonagall finally sighed, frowning. “I understand your concern, and while I certain have my own… opinions on Professor Snape’s methods, you cannot act recklessly in class. There are proper channels to take if you feel a professor is treating a student unfairly or with malice.”

Ariel’s jaw clenched. She knew she could have complained, but she also knew that never worked, because everyone complained about Snape. She had seen how Snape treated Neville in the past, how he had treated all of the Gryffindors. Something had snapped inside of her earlier — she couldn’t let herself just stand by while Snape bullied Neville like that. She might’ve been able to help if not for Malfoy —

But Professor McGonagall knew all of this. That wasn’t what she wanted to hear. Either way, Ariel supposed she had crossed a line, being so openly defiant to the meanest professor in school in front of everyone.

(and her father, but that was a separate matter entirely)

“I understand,” Ariel said, her voice wavering a bit.

“Good.” Professor McGonagall’s expression softened slightly. “I don’t want any of my students putting themselves in danger unnecessarily. Is there anything else you’d like to add?”

Ariel shook her head and lowered her eyes.

“You will apologize —”

Ariel let out a cry of outrage.

“You will,” her voice rose a bit, and Ariel snapped her mouth shut. “For being openly insubordinate and challenging Professor Snape’s authority. You will do so during your next class with him. I would imagine it would not end well for you if you were to attempt to do so before there’s been a certain amount of… time that has passed.”

“Fine,” she ground out, feeling like she was chewing on gravel.

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❥ evermore | chapter four

pairing: george weasley x oc genre: friends to lovers! warnings: unedited word count: 3.5k masterlist: evermore last chapter: chapter three next chapter: —

NO SURPRISE, HARRY obviously succeeded in catching neville’s remembrall.

“good job, potter!” lovelynn exclaimed, beaming at him as everyone crowded around the boy who lived. malfoy watched with a big scowl decorating his face but it changed to a smug grin when he saw professor mcgonagall approaching the group.

“harry potter?” mcgonagall called out, “professor, it wasn’t his fault-” “that’s enough, ms. heath.” she cut lovelynn off as the girl tried to defend harry. “follow me.” mcgonagall gestured to harry who was holding back a sigh. before leaving he handed the remembrall over to lovelynn. “hand this over to neville, will you?” she smiled, “no problem. consider it done.” he returned her smile, reluctantly walking towards the transfigurations professor.

genesis frowned, “d’you think he’ll get into trouble?” she asked ron who wore the same expression as her. “i don’t know, but mcgonagall calling for him doesn’t really give us much hope.” he huffed, leaning onto his broomstick.

when madam hooch came back they resumed the lesson and afterwards, lovelynn left made her way to the hospital wing. “don’t wait up for me!” she told her sister as she waved her goodbye. genesis clutched her books tightly to her chest, she guessed she could just stick with ron and wait for harry to come back and tell them how he’s expelled.

“a seeker?!” boy, expelled was the farthest thing from it.

“but first years never make the house team!” ron exclaimed as they walked through the crowded halls, “you must be the youngest seeker in-” “a century! according to mcgonagall.” genesis gave harry a look when he cut her off but he only sheepishly smiled, clearly just as excited as they were.

“hey! well done, harry! wood’s just told us.” a sudden voice beside them says, genesis looked in the direction of the noise and saw one of the weasley twins. “fred and george are on the team too. beaters.” ron informed, and the twins beam. “our job is to make sure you don’t get bloodied up too bad. can’t make any promises, of course, rough game quidditch.” george explained, glancing over at genesis who was struggling keeping up with them, having to take twice the steps they took.

“brutal! but no one’s died in years. someone will vanish occasionally-” “but they’ll turn up in a month or two!” the twins snickered to themselves as they saw harry looking a little pale. “can you two stop it? you’re scaring him for no reason.” genesis scolded but they only started snickering harder.

“anyways, we’re sure to win the quidditch cup this year.” fred mentioned, “we haven’t won since charlie left, but this year’s team is going to be brilliant. you must be good, harry. wood was almost skipping when he told us.” george beamed, looking extremely motivated.

“anyways, we’ve got to go. lee jordan reckons he’s found a new secret passageway out of the school.”

“bet it’s the one behind the statue of gregory the smarmy that we found in our first week.”

“isn’t that sort of breaking the rules?” george smiled at genesis, “well, it’s sort of breaking the rules if someone finds out about it.” he said lowly, leaning over to her before winking. “see you.” the twins said in unison as they walked off, leaving the three first years.

they walked to the courtyard. “don’t listen to them, harry. about all that people dying stuff.” the girl said, patting him on the shoulder. “yeah, quidditch is great! best game there is, you’ll be great too.” ron added, trying to reassure him.

“but i’ve never even played quidditch, what if i make a fool out of myself?”

“you won’t make a fool of yourself.” they whipped their heads to the new voice beside them and only one of them were happy to see it was hermione.

“it’s in your blood.” with the newfound information, the four of them headed to another corridor that had a trophy case decorating it. in that trophy case there was an award with the name ‘james potter’ and ‘seeker’ below it.

ron stared in awe, “woah. harry, you never told me your father was a seeker too!” genesis shook her head at his words, ‘how would he know?’ she thought, ‘he’s lived with muggles his entire life.’ genesis was holding back a facepalm. “i… didn’t know.” harry softly muttered, staring at the award longingly.

“you didn’t know what?” they all jumped at the loud noise but lovelynn only grinned. “sorry, did i scare you?” she asked, obviously knowing the answer for herself.

“that harry’s father was a seeker and now he’s being asked to be a seeker for gryffindor house as well.” at genesis’ explanation, lovelynn’s mouth falls open so wide that a bird could fly into it. “what?! a seek-” she got cut off with shushes from all of them, “people aren’t supposed to know. don’t tell anyone, lovelynn.” genesis nagged, “but this is so exciting! well done, potter! malfoy’s going to be real pissed when he finds out.” the older twin cheered as quietly as she could, slapping harry hard on the back as a congrats.

the heath twins departed from the trio as they decided to head to the great hall.

“so, how was neville doing? his wrist alright?”

“oh, he was doing great. madam pomfrey seemed a bit annoyed to see him again so soon.” they discussed as they walked past a group of hufflepuffs. “seemed a bit red, though. when i handed him his remembrall, he started stammering all over the place.” she said with a weirded out expression, but genesis only smiled.

before they knew it, halloween rolled around.

“charms is sooo boring.”

“you said that about like, four other subjects.” genesis said, listening to her sister’s consistent complaints as they walked towards their charms class.

“yeah.” lovelynn simply answered, not having much to argue about.

when the class started, professor flitwick had informed them they would finally be making things float. “finally, something interesting.” genesis pinched lovelynn, when she heard her complaining once more, who yelped quietly in pain. again, the twins were paired up together for practice.

“now, don’t forget that nice wrist movement we’ve been practising; swish and flick! ooh! and enunciate, wingardium leviosa. off you go then.”

lovelynn grabbed her wand and cleared her throat, “wingardium leviosa!” she exclaimed, swishing and flicking her wand but the feather didn’t budge. “nevermind. this is still boring.” lovelynn bluntly said, giving up almost immediately.

“hey, no. try again. you can’t give up that easy.”

“yes, i can. i just did.” genesis sighed in exasperation, trying to do the spell as well.

suddenly, they saw a feather floating up to the ceiling from hermione and ron’s table. “oh, ho, ho! well done! see here, everyone, ms. granger’s done it! splendid!” professor flitwick cheerfully announced, but ron looked extremely annoyed.

not even a minute later, an explosion was heard and you can guess where that came from.

“he can’t go two minutes without blowing something up, can he?” lovelynn asked as she walked alongside her sister and out of the classroom.

“maybe it’s just rotten luck.”

“hah, more like a rotten curse- hey!” hermione pushed past the two of them with her head down. genesis swore she heard her sniffling. lovelynn stared at the bushy-haired girl weirdly, “what’s up with her?” she asked, “i don’t know, but maybe we should go after her.” genesis suggested and lovelynn groaned, “you can go. i’m heading back to the common room and taking a nap before the halloween feast tonight.” the younger twin shook her head but agreed anyway, quickly running after hermione.

genesis had tried to follow hermione but she had lost her at some point. she looked for her all afternoon and until night came. she would be missing the halloween feast but at this point, she was more worried about hermione’s whereabouts. when she entered the girl’s lavatory, the sounds of hermione crying echoed throughout the room.

genesis walked towards the stall she was in, “h-hermione? i’ve been looking for you all afternoon. are you alright?” she asked but received no response.

“please come out. you can talk to me.”

“go away. why would you want to listen to whatever i have to say?”

genesis furrowed her eyebrows and her lips morphed into a deeper frown. “well, we’re friends, aren’t we?” she hesitantly asked, unsure if she should because if she had mistaken hermione as her friend, well, that would be one more embarrassing thing to add to her list of goof-ups.

hermione went silent for a bit, only the sounds of her sniffling were heard.

“after charms, i heard ron call me a nightmare and say that was the reason i had no friends.” her words make genesis’ mouth fall ajar, “that little-” she muttered quietly before cutting herself off, “don’t listen to ron. he’s an idiot, hermione. you aren’t a nightmare.” genesis told her through the door, leaning on it. the girl didn’t say anything back, probably unconvinced.

“you do have friends, hermione. i’m your friend, and so is neville. maybe not many, but i’ll be here for you whenever you need, you can count on me.” genesis waited but there was still no reply, but there was the sound of the door unlocking.

hermione came out of the stall with tear-stained cheeks and red eyes, wiping them with her hands. genesis smiled at her and embraced her in a hug, leaving hermione to muster up a smile herself.

“thanks.” she said when they pulled away, “no problem.” genesis replied, patting her on the back.

meanwhile, the feast was going swell. a variety of treats were lined along the tables, and everyone was bursting with joy.

harry looked beside him and noticed someone missing. “where’s hermione?” he asked them and neville turned to him. “parvati patil said she’s been in the girl’s bathroom all afternoon, crying.” he explained with a frown, harry shared a look with ron who only shrugged.

george looked around and furrowed his eyebrows.

“genesis is missing as well?”

“oh, she went to go find hermione after charms class because she noticed her crying. i’m guessing she’s with hermione in the lavatory right now. don’t know why they’ve been in there all afternoon, though.” lovelynn explained as she took a bite out of her pumpkin pie. ron looked especially guilty now.

suddenly, professor quirrel entered the hall in a panic, screaming about a troll in the dungeon.

chaos reigned and everyone was screaming and standing up to start running. with a few sparks flying out of dumbledore’s wand, the great hall went silent.

“prefects will lead their house back to their dormitories and teachers will follow me to the dungeons.” lovelynn couldn’t follow these directions! her sister was in the girl’s toilet and had no idea about the supposed troll in the dungeon. when the gryffindors made their way through a door, she grabbed harry and ron by the collars and pulled them aside.

“wha-”

“hermione and genesis have no idea about the troll! we can’t just leave them.” she told them and harry nodded while ron looked pale, terrified of what would happen if they came face-to-face with a troll.

the three of them rushed to the other side of the corridor that led to the girl’s bathroom but on the way, something caused them to stop.

“i think the troll’s left the dungeon…” ron muttered as they watched a humongous shadow move on the wall of the hallway. harry pulled both of them to the side to hide behind a wall, trying to peer at it. they watched the troll sluggishly walk straight towards-

“the girl’s bathroom!” lovelynn exclaimed, “it’s heading straight for the girl’s bathroom!” she took out her wand and slipped past harry and ron despite their constant whisper-shoutings of ‘no’. she chased after the beast with the two boys trailing behind her, all of them light as a cat so as to not make any sound and attract the troll.

in the girl’s lavatory, hermione was just washing her face as genesis leaned against a stoney wall.

“do you think we missed the feast?” she asked her, fantasising about anything coated in chocolate. hermione laughed as she grabbed a tissue, “i’m sure the feast’s still going on, we won’t miss it.” she reassured but froze when she turned to genesis’ direction.

genesis stared at her with a raised eyebrow, “what is it?” hermione slowly lifted her hand to point behind her. the girl turned around only to get shocked by a twelve foot tall troll. the two of them backed away slowly before hermione darted into one of the bathroom stalls and genesis opted for laying on the ground as the troll swung its club.

“what do we do?!” genesis asked her as she tried her best to run to the other side, “i don’t know!” hermione yelled back before screaming as the troll destroyed all the stalls with one swing.

genesis tried to think as she pulled out her wand but then the bathroom door swung open and harry, ron and lovelyn appeared.

“hermione, move!” harry told her and she started army-crawling her way underneath the half-broken walls of the stalls. lovelynn ducked as she ran past the troll and towards her twin sister. “are you alright?” she asked, “yeah, you guys are here just in time! did you call a teacher?” when a sheepish smile spread across lovelynn’s face, genesis knew the answer to her question.

“one job!” she screamed at her as the boys started throwing broken wooden planks at the troll’s head. hermione suddenly ran towards them and yanked them underneath the row of sinks.

“why are we hiding here?!” genesis continued to shriek, “i don’t know! i’m panicking!” hermione cried out before screaming and pushing them to the next sink when the troll tried to hit them with its club again.

“help!” hermione yelled at the two boys who were entirely clueless on what to do. harry pulled out his wand and charged towards it, grabbing the end of its weapon before ultimately getting swung onto the troll’s neck. in the middle of its confusion and swinging around to get harry off of its neck, lovelynn grabbed both hermione and genesis and made a run for it.

they reached ron but now harry was upside down, being held by the leg and was desperately trying to avoid getting destroyed by the club.

“do something!” harry yelled, ron looked around him.

“what?!”

“anything!”

ron pulled out his wand, thinking about the levitation charm they practised earlier today. “swish and flick!” hermione reminded him for the last time and he nodded, looking determined.

“wingardium leviosa!” at his words, the troll’s club hovered above them, confusing the beast as it looked at its now empty hand. when it looked up, ron released his spell and the club fell on its head causing him to fall, completely knocked out.

genesis and hermione sighed in relief while lovelynn punched the air, “let’s go, weasley!” she yelled, shaking him back and forth.

hermione walked towards it slowly with caution, “is it… dead?” she asked, tilting her head.

“i don’t think so. just knocked out.” harry told her before kneeling down to retrieve his wand that got stuck in the troll’s nose while he was hanging on its neck. the five of them stare at it with disgust.

“ugh, troll bogies.” harry grimaced, looking at the slime-covered wand.

the sudden sound of rushing footsteps filled their ears and soon enough, professor mcgonagall, professor snape and professor quirrel arrived.

“oh! oh my goodness!” mcgonagall exclaimed, placing a hand on her heart. “explain yourselves! all of you!” she referred to harry, ron and lovelynn mostly. as the three of them tried their best to come up with an explanation, hermione cut them off.

“it’s my fault, professor mcgonagall.” she said, making all of them snap their heads at her.

“what are you doing?” genesis whispered to her but she didn’t say anything in reply.

“i went looking for the troll. i’ve read about them and thought i could handle it.” the other four shared bizarre looks with one another. the hermione granger? lying to a teacher? who disrupted the timeline?

“but i was wrong. if harry, ron, lovelynn and genesis hadn’t found me…” genesis furrowed her eyebrows, “i’d probably be dead.” she really didn’t think she had to lie for genesis as well since she was with her the entire time but hermione seemed extremely adamant on this.

“be that as it may, it was an extremely foolish thing to do. i would have expected more rational behaviour on your part and i am very disappointed in you ms. granger.” mcgonagall said, “five points will be taken from gryffindor for your serious lack of judgement.” hermione only stared at the ground in shame, most probably for lying. the professor then turned to the other four, “as for you four, well, i hope you just realise how fortunate you are. not many first year students can take on a fully grown mountain troll and live to tell the tale.” ron and lovelynn smiled at each other, pretty happy about where this was going. “five points…” their smiles faded, “will be awarded to each of you.” but then came back again, beaming.

“for sheer dumb luck.” professor mcgonagall added before walking away with snape trailing after her. professor quirrel urged them all to leave before the troll awoken.

as they all walked down the corridor, lovelynn stretched. “ah, that was fun.” her words cause the red-head of the group to give her an incredulous look.

“‘fun’?! that was the farthest thing from fun!” he yelled, absolutely red in the face.

“but you got to defeat that mountain troll!”

“barely!”

“hey, lets just be grateful none of us got seriously injured.” genesis scolded, still carrying her books from the morning.

they all went silent for a while until harry spoke up. “good of you to get us out of trouble like that.”

“mind you we did save her life.”

“mind you she might not have needed saving if you hadn’t insulted her.” harry’s comeback has ron feeling a little bit guilty before turning to hermione.

“what are friends for?” he said, receiving a grin from the bushy-haired girl and a scowl from the girl next to her.

“genesis, let it go.” hermione told her when she saw her face, genesis only sighed. “as long as you’re okay, i’ll let it go.” lovelynn suddenly squealed, “aww, my wittle essy is making fwiends!” she said in a baby-like voice as she squished her sister’s cheeks together. genesis shoved her off in annoyance, rubbing her face. “shut it.” she hissed making everyone giggle.

when they reached the common room, it was extremely packed. everyone was continuing their dinners from the feast before. from the corner of his eye, george spotted the group but he really only cared about one of them.

“hey, i was wondering where you were when you didn’t turn up for the feast.” he said as he came up to genesis, a pink hue colouring his cheeks. genesis eyes went wide for a moment, “you noticed i wasn’t there?” she asked, “well, yeah. it was all you talked about for the last week.” he said with a laughing scoff at the end, smiling from ear to ear. she felt her face grow hot from the sudden undivided attention from him.

the other four stared at the two, three looking amused and one looking rather annoyed.

“i’m his brother, why didn’t he notice i was missing from the common room just now?” he whispered to them, “maybe because his mind was a little preoccupied with someone else.” lovelynn retorted, smiling smugly.

they all continued their dinners respectively. harry, ron and hermione sat together in a corner in silent peace. lovelynn and genesis had decided to join george, fred and lee jordan.

“a mountain troll! imagine! you guys’ little brother defeated a mountain troll.” lee exclaimed after lovelynn had told him the entire story. genesis was a bit disapproving of her telling but it was bound to spread somehow, someway.

“we always knew he had it in him!”

“it may have had something to do with when fred turned his teddy into a spider when he was three.” genesis stared at fred incredulously, “that’s awfully mean.” she frowned as she took a bite out of her garlic bread. “hey, he broke my toy broomstick first.” “he was only three!” she countered, slightly choking on her bread.

fred rolled his eyes, “what’s your point?” he asked as lovelynn let out a giggle, “she’s just empathetic when it comes to children. when our little brother started crying after i hit him even though he hit me first, she immediately coddled him.” the three of them stared at her weirdly, “isn’t your brother a year younger than the two of you?” “yep.” she nonchalantly answered, “it happened when he was seven and we were eight.” she explained and genesis rolled her eyes.

“oh, please. he hits so soft, and you hit him back with a full punch!”

“it was still a hit!”

“you were being dramatic!” they argued once more, something they did frequently in private and public.

lee laughed, “you know, you two are nothing like fred and george. i honestly expected all twins to be constantly attached to the hip.” he stated, taking a sip out of his goblet.

“well, we are. mostly she’s attached to mine, but we just argue a lot i guess. might be because of how different we are.”

“definitely because of how different we are.” genesis commented, snorting. lovelynn tsked before throwing a pea at her.

“don’t waste food!”

“oh, i didn’t know mum was here now!”

“excuse me?!”

and the arguing continued into the wee hours of the night, even when everyone went to bed, because how could they not?

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Ron wasn't subtle about it

Do you remember how Ron acted when he was training by himself before the Quidditch try-outs in fifth year ? It was so very unsubtle, I wonder how Harry and Hermione didn't catch on it sooner. Here's an example as to why Ron Weasley is the member of the trio who was least likely to go in Slytherin - when I told you guys this boy is a bad liar but that he tends to give evasive answers instead, I wasn't exaggerating.

He tried to gauge Harry's reaction by coming up with a dream in which he played Quidditch

The one good thing to be said for this lesson was that it was not a double period. By the time they had all finished reading the introduction of the book, they had barely ten minutes left for dream interpretation. At the table next to Harry and Ron, Dean had paired up with Neville, who immediately embarked on a long-winded explanation of a nightmare involving a pair of giant scissors tearing his grandmother's best hat; Harry and Ron merely looked at each other glumly. 'I never remember my dreams,' said Ron, 'you say one.' 'You must remember one of them,' said Harry impatiently. He was not going to share his dreams with anyone. He knew perfectly well what his regular nightmare about a graveyard meant, he did not need Ron or Professor Trelawney or the stupid Dream Oracle to tell him. 'Well, I dreamed I was playing Quidditch the other night,' said Ron, screwing up his face in an effort to remember. 'What d'you reckon that means?' 'Probably that you're going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something,' said Harry, turning the pages of The Dream Oracle without interest. It was very dull work looking up bits of dreams in the Oracle and Harry was not cheered up when Professor Trelawney set them the task of keeping a dream diary for a month as homework. When the bell went, he and Ron led the way back down the ladder, Ron grumbling loudly.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, J.K.Rowling

He blushed when he lied to Hermione

'What d'you reckon are the odds of Umbridge letting you off on Friday?' said Ron sceptically, as they sat down at the Gryffindor table.

'Less than zero,' said Harry glumly, tipping lamb chops on to his plate and starting to eat. 'Better try, though, hadn't I? I'll offer to do two more detentions or something, I dunno . . .' He swallowed a mouthful of potato and added, 'I hope she doesn't keep me too long this evening. You realise we've got to write three essays, practise Vanishing Spells for McGonagall, work out a counter-charm for Flitwick, finish the Bowtruckle drawing and start that stupid dream diary for Trelawney?' Ron moaned and for some reason glanced up at the ceiling.

'And it looks like it's going to rain.'

'What's that got to do with our homework?' said Hermione, her eyebrows raised.

'Nothing,' said Ron at once, his ears reddening.

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He gave an evasive answer to Harry's question and avoided his gaze

He had not had time to practise Vanishing Spells, had not written a single dream in his dream diary and had not finished the drawing of the Bowtruckle, nor had he written his essays. He skipped breakfast next morning to scribble down a couple of made-up dreams for Divination, their first lesson, and was surprised to find a dishevelled Ron keeping him company. 'How come you didn't do it last night?' Harry asked, as Ron stared wildly around the common room for inspiration. Ron, who had been fast asleep when Harry got back to the dormitory, muttered something about 'doing other stuff, bent low over his parchment and scrawled a few words.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, J.K.Rowling

He gave another shifty answer when Hermione asked him where he had been the previous night

'I can't believe how much homework we've got,' said Ron miserably. 'Well, why didn't you do any last night?' Hermione asked him. 'Where were you, anyway?' 'I was... I fancied a walk,' said Ron shiftily. Harry had the distinct impression that he was not alone in concealing things at the moment.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, J.K.Rowling

Like, he really is a bad liar. The very act of saying "nothing" when he meant something else got him to blush. He could barely look Harry in the eye when he gave him an evasive answer. And even after a few days he still hadn't come up with a credible cover.

#hp #ron weasley #the worst liar I've ever read about in a fictional setting

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Chapter 10

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book. It is solely fluff- nothing sexual

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕳𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝖙𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖍 Hermione and I about the invisibility cloak when we got back to school. Hermione was shocked and disappointed that he hadn't found out about Flamel yet. She kept looking at me because on the train, I had finally told her about my visions and seeing the future, but had asked her not to tell a soul, including Harry and Ron.

I envisioned that Snape was refereeing the next match. Harry would find out, go to Ron and Hermione playing wizard chess in the Gryffindor common room, Neville would hop through the door, Harry would give him a chocolate frog, and they would all discover who Nicholas Flamel was. It all works out well, I thought dismally, wishing that I could just say 'Nicholas Flamel created the Sorcerer's Stone.'

I was in the library, finishing my Defense Against the Dark Arts essay on the differences between Gargoyles and Grotesques. The others left for the Gryffindor Common room.

Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall came into the library, both of them carrying stacks of library books. Professor Flitwick was carrying a stack taller than he was. I quickly laid my quill aside and jumped up.

"Do you need any help Professors?" I asked.

"Ah, Miss Kane." Professor Flitwick said in a squeaky voice, "Thank you."

I took some of the books off his stack and headed off into the library. I had the library memorized and knew where most of these went. I returned the books and then returned to my seat to finish up my essay.

Hermione and Harry came into the library at that moment, having left Ron in the common room. Hermione put down a very large book in front of me, spilling some of my ink. I quickly pulled out my wand "Tergo." I said and the ink was cleaned up. "What's up?" I asked, frowning slightly at them.

"We found out who Flamel is." Hermione said in a whisper.

"Really?" I asked in fake interest. "I figured out who he is too. I was going to wait until tomorrow to tell you guys."

Hermione glared at me. I smirked.

"So you know about the sorcerer's stone?" Harry asked me.

I nodded. "The stone that turns metal into gold, gives the owner eternal life, revives dead plants, turns crystals into diamonds, creates flexible glass, perpetually burning lamps, and a homunculus, yeah I know about it." I had counted out the properties on my fingers and now reached for my Herbology textbook.

Harry and Hermione stared at me. "I didn't realize it did so many other things." Hermione said, frowning and picked up a huge book from her bag, slamming it down on the table. I jumped at the loud noise as she scanned a certain page.

I shrugged, "They are the lesser known properties of the stone. What people really care about is the gold and living forever. I mean really, who cares about making flexible glass?"

"Good point." Harry said, pushing his glasses up on his nose. Even though we'd been friends for a little bit, I still wasn't used to his presence. But that could just be because he was Harry Potter and he was my brother who didn't know he was my brother. "What do we do now?"

"First, let's get you through that Quidditch match." Hermione said.

I turned back to my Defense Against the Dark Arts essay. "Harry will be fine." I said without looking up.

"Snape's refereeing." Harry said.

"Yeah, I know." I said, annoyed. Was a bit of peace to do my homework to much to ask?

"Oh!" Harry said in surprise. "You do?"

"You're playing Hufflepuff, aren't you?" I said, not looking up at him, though I shot Hermione a side glance. Her lips were pursed. I think she thought I should tell Harry and Ron about my ability to see into the future.

"Harry, we should go one back to the common room." Hermione said. "You go on ahead, I want to talk to Elizabeth for a second."

I finished off the last sentence and set my essay out to dry. I'd added more than a foot more than I was supposed to, perhaps I had measured wrong. I didn't suppose it mattered, Quirrell would give me a 100% anyways.

"When are you going to tell Harry and Ron about your future seeing ability?" Hermione demanded, crossing her arms, looking haughty.

I sighed, screwing the top back on the bottle of ink. Man, I missed my Muggle pens. "Hermione, look. I can't just go shouting about my visions. One, I barely understand them myself. Two, people are going to keep asking me about the future which I can't tell them about. Three, the future is supposed to unravel. If I share something about the future at the wrong time, the future could change for the worse. If I give subtle hints then everything's okay. I'll tell them eventually Hermione. I didn't tell you for a long time because I knew it wasn't the right time. When I feel that it's the right time, I'll tell them too."

I stood up, put my ink and quill into my bag, picked my books up off the table, and placed them in the bag as well. Blowing on my essay to make sure the ink was dry, I rolled it up and tied a piece of string around it loosely. "But really, we don't have to worry about Harry tomorrow."

Hermione seemed unsatisfied with this answer, but I got her confirmation that she wouldn't tell them yet.

I walked down the hallway and suddenly I heard a voice. I'd heard the words before as well. "Keep an eye on Quirrell, won't you Severus?" That line was being spoken at this very moment, I could feel it.

I froze in the middle of the hallway, my eyes roving to find a purple turban. The halls were busy but I found the flash of purple in the left hand corridor and followed. I kept a distance, always pretending to be looking in my Potions textbook whenever Quirrell looked over his shoulder. I was just glad that other students were walking the way I was.

As the crowd started to thin out, I let longer stretches of space happen between the two of us. He approached the third floor corridor. There were no students now. He was talking to himself and it nearly sounded like someone was talking back. I shivered. That would be Voldemort on the backside of his head.

He was reaching for the door to the third-floor corridor when I heard a different voice. It wasn't a vision voice, it was more distant in my memory.

"I'd rather that you were safe." Lupin's voice whispered in my ear.

I turned away from the corridor and from Quirrell and Voldemort. There was no better advice than dad's advice.

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𝕰𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝕳𝖚𝖋𝖋𝖑𝖊𝖕𝖚𝖋𝖋 was playing Gryffindor today for Quidditch, I decided not to go. Instead, tightening my cloak around my shoulders, I set off for the Forbidden Forest. I hadn't been back to visit with the Centaurs since break had ended.

I found Firenze first who was sitting in a meadow, looking over a dead unicorn. It was a beautiful creature, pure white with such silverly-white hair that it was almost glowing gold. It's eyes were open, revealing such green eyes, you could've thought they were emeralds. Silver blood trickled from wounds in it's neck and chest. I gasped in shock and my heart thudded with sadness and fear.

"Oh." I exclaimed sadly. "What happened?"

"Ah Elizabeth Kane. You've come back." Firenze said, moving his head to look at me. His voice was sad. His white-blond hair looked brighter in the sunlight. His palomino body was sleek and stained with silvery blood from the unicorn. His sapphire eyes pierced me and I thought of the necklace I wore with the sapphire attached to the bottom of it.

He stood and asked without preamble, "Do you know why someone would do such a terrible thing?"

I knelt on the ground by the unicorn. I had not seen a real-life one yet, and this was the closest that I was getting to one. It made me ashamed to be a human at that point. "Because he was already evil. He is already evil, so it doesn't matter." I murmured. "And he wants to come back to life- Voldemort does."

Firenze stared down at me, not saying a thing. I hesitantly placed a trembling hand on it's neck. It's pearly white mane was splayed out on the ground, the legs looking as though it was running laying down. Thick silver blood was wasted on the ground in small pools. I let out a sob, not realizing I was crying. It was so terrible and beautiful and dangerous and horrible.

I wiped away my tears, for once though, not feeling ridiculous for crying.

"Yes." Firenze finally said as I stood. "Voldemort wants to come back indeed. The body host he is using however, still remains a mystery."

I kept my mouth closed about Quirrell. Not yet, I thought. "You said his name."

Firenze looked at me, perplexed.

"Voldemort." I repeated, "I've never heard anyone but Dad use Voldemort's name. I didn't realize. . ." I drifted off.

"We Centaurs don't fear the names of wizards, evil or good." Firenze said simply.

"Of course not." I said, trying to tease, but felt to sad for it.

I heard cheers from far away and I realized the Quidditch match was probably over, Gryffindor having won.

"I should go." I said, realizing my voice was shaking. I ran a hand through my hair, looking at the unicorn again. "What a waste of beautiful life." I said in a whisper.

"Indeed." Firenze said. "Come back to the forest soon, Elizabeth Kane, we Centaurs miss your human insight on worldly affairs." He trotted off deeper into the forest.

I hurried through the forest and then stopped, hiding myself behind a tree. Quirrell was there, murmuring to himself again. My heart thudded in my chest, my nerves on fire, ready to flee at the first sign of danger. I closed my eyes briefly in annoyance at myself. Of course, Snape and Quirrell were going to meet here. How had I forgotten that?

I peeked around the tree and saw Snape walking into the forest. His black hair hid his face, his long black cloak billowing out behind him. His boots crunched heavily on the leaves. I ducked back behind the tree so he didn't see me. Thank Merlin I was so small.

"I-I d-don't know why you wanted t-t-t-to meet here of all p-places, Severus. . ." Quirrell was saying. His fake stutters were being exaggerated which annoyed me.

"Oh, I thought we'd keep this private," said Snape, his voice was ice cold and I was glad he was tearing down on Quirrell. "Students aren't supposed to know about the Sorcerer's Stone after all."

Quirrell started to mumble something but Snape interrupted him, "Have you found out how to get past that beast of Hagrid's yet?"

"B-b-but Severus, I-"

"You don't want me as your enemy Quirrell," Severus said and I heard leaves crunch as though he was taking a step towards him. No, I wouldn't want Severus as my enemy either. He was so intimidating.

"I-I don't know what you-"

"You know perfectly well what I mean." Severus voice was razor sharp. An owl hooted loudly, covering up his next words. The next thing I heard was Quirrell saying, "B-but I d-d-don't-"

"Very well." Snape said frustrated. "We'll have another little chat soon, when you've had time to think things over and decided where your loyalties lie."

He stormed out of the forest, leaves crunching noisily under his boots again, and many moments later, Quirrell followed, muttering to himself. Or, maybe not so much to himself as he was talking to his master. I stepped out from behind the tree, wanting to get back to the castle before it was fully dark. I heard a noise behind me and I turned around calmly. "Hello Harry." I said.

"You heard the conversation?" Harry asked. I thought it might be just a mite bit obvious.

I nodded, sweeping my hair over my shoulder. "Let's find Hermione and Ron."

Harry climbed onto his broom and I climbed on behind him, circling my arms around his waist. He flew back to the castle, cutting our time by about fifteen minutes. We landed, and hurried inside where Hermione and Ron were waiting for Harry.

"Harry, where have you been?" Hermione asked, frantically, throwing a quick glance between the two of us.

"We won! You won! We won!" Ron kept shouting frantically. I pursed my lips, annoyed. Must he be so loud?

Ron thumped Harry on the back. "And I gave Malfoy a black eye, and Neville tried to take on Crabbe and Goyle single-handed! He's still out cold but Madam Pomfrey says he'll be all right- talk about showing Slytherin! Everyone's waiting for you in the common room, we're having a party. Elizabeth, even you could come, no one would mind if you left before curfew. Fred and George stole some cakes and stuff from the kitchens."

"Never mind that now." Harry said hurriedly. "Let's find an empty room, you wait 'til you hear this. . ."

We went into an empty classroom and Harry quickly checked to make sure that Peeves wasn't in the room. I sat down on a desk, pulling my knees up so I was sitting crisscross applesauce and closed my eyes.

Harry repeated the entire conversation between Quirrell and Snape. I gritted my teeth. There was nothing Quirrell said that would make him look even remotely suspicious. If I didn't have my visions. . . well, I'd probably think Snape was guilty too. That was an unpleasant feeling.

And the thing was, Professor Snape looked suspicious. He was so mopey and grouchy and mean. Always wearing black and swooping around the castle. I mean, anyone would think he was the bad guy! He even looked like a bad guy. Quirrell looked cowardly, but nice.

"So we were right, it is the Sorcerer's Stone, and Snape's trying to force Quirrell to help him get it. He asked if he knew how to get past Fluffy- and he said something about Quirrell's 'hocus-pocus'- I reckon there are other things guarding the stone apart from Fluffy, loads of enchantments, probably, and Quirrell would have done some anti-Dark Arts spell that Snape needs to break through-" Harry said, and probably would've continued on his anti-Snape rant if Hermione hadn't interrupted.

"You mean the Stone's only safe as long as Quirrell stands up to Snape?" Hermione asked in alarm.

"It'll be gone by next Tuesday." Ron said gloomily.

I rolled my eyes but said nothing. Hermione turned to glance at me, taking all my actions in with scrutinizing eyes, analyzing everything I did to figure out what I knew. I stared back at her, uncaring.

We left the classroom and they turned to go to the Gryffindor common room. "Are you coming?" Ron asked. Hermione hesitated, probably wanting to tell Ron it was against the rules for me to come into their common room, but also not wanting to put me off. We were friends after all. But I waited because at the moment, neither of their opinions mattered.

Harry turned and smiled at me, "Yeah, come on, it'll be fun." He held out his hand.

I smiled and nodded, taking his hand. Now there was the opinion that mattered. And besides, a party that Fred was attending- and I could attend as well- was something that I was looking forward to.

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Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone | JK Rowling | Published 1997 | *SPOILERS*

Turning the envelope over, his hand trembling, Harry saw a purple wax seal bearing a boat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake surroudning a large letter H.

Harry Potter has never even heard of Hogwarts when the letters start dropping on the doormat at number four, Privet Drive. Addressed in green ink on yellowish parchment with a purple seal, they are swiftly confiscated by his grisly aunt and uncle. Then, on Harry's eleventh birthday, a great beetle-eyed giant of a man called Rubeus Hagrid bursts in with some astonishing news: Harry Potter is a wizard, and he has a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. An incredible adventure is about to begin!

Harry Potter is just your ordinary 10-year-old boy, or so he thinks. After his parents died in a supposed car accident when he was 1 years old, he was sent to live with his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, along with their son, Dudley, who is fairly close in age to Harry himself.

Despite having a place to live, the Dursleys are incredibly horrible to Harry, while being wonderful albeit overbearing parents to their own son. Forced to stay inside the cupboard under the stairs, Harry is more their slave than their nephew who went through a terrible tragedy before coming to live with them.

When Harry begins receiving mysterious letters from an unknown sender, his aunt and uncle become paranoid. Even after doing whatever they could to make the letters stop, they never do, bringing Vernon to a boiling point and forcing them to vacate their home for the confines of a small cabin on the sea.

On what would be Harry's 11th birthday, the 31st of July, they are all awakened by a deafening knock upon the cabin door and they're met with the largest man Harry has ever seen. Introducing himself as Rubeus Hagrid, more commonly known by his surname, who is the gamekeeper for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You see, young Harry Potter is a wizard.

He learns that his parents didn't die in a car accident, but instead were horrifically murdered by the worst Dark Wizard there ever was, Voldemort. They died trying to protect each other and their young son. Hagrid himself delivered Harry to live with the Dursleys, though he never would have done so if he had known how they would treat him.

Taking Harry away from the Dursleys, they travel to Diagon Alley to begin shopping for Harry's first year at the school. They travel several hundreds miles underneath London in order to gain access to the funds his parents left him, and to acquire a secret package for Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster for Hogwarts. The two of them begin spending Harry's money in order to acquire everything he needs.

On September the first, Harry ventures to King's Cross Station, where he meets the Weasley family. Like him, they are all wizards, and four out of the seven children are all returning to Hogwarts: there is Percy, a prefect for one of the houses; twin boys, Fred and George, whom are a bit of troublemakers; and finally, Ron, also a first year student.

Harry and Ron quickly become fast friends, also meeting several of the other first year students. When they arrive to Hogwarts, they are sorted into their respective houses: Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville are all now a part of Gryffindor house, while Draco Malfoy, a boy Harry had first met during his visit to Diagon Alley, has been sorted into Slytherin House, which is a popular house known for producing dark wizards.

Harry is finally in a place that he feels can be called home. While Hermione begins to drive Harry and Ron crazy, and they do not become friends with her until much later. Harry also becomes the youngest Seeker in the history of Quidditch, the sport that the young wizards and witches of Hogwarts play.

On Halloween night, someone lets a troll into the castle, and while attempting to locate Hermione, who had been hiding out in one of the girls bathrooms all day, the three of them successfully manage to handle the mountain troll on their own and the three of them become fast friends.

When they mistakenly venture into the third floor corridor that is now off limits to students and find a massive three-headed dog inside, they know that something is being kept a secret inside the castle, and that the dog is guarding it. The three of them work closely together after receiving hints from Hagrid on what it is, despite his efforts to keep them from finding out.

Eventually, they find out that it is the Sorcerer's Stone, the only one left in existence after it was produced by a wizard named Nicolas Flamel, who had worked closely with their headmaster at one time or another. They also learn that on top of Fluffy, the three-headed dog, there are other spells and enchantments keeping it from being grabbed by the wrong hands.

Harry is sure that his Potions teacher, Severus Snape, is the person who wants to get their hands on the stone for themselves, and on one of the last nights of school, they realize that Dumbledore had been called away to the Ministry of Magic, and that Snape is going to grab the stone that night to help bring Voldemort back to life.

The three friends are able to get through the majority of the spells and enchantments, including lulling Fluffy to sleep with music; blasting the devil's snare with light by fire; using brooms in order to locate a key to get through the door; battling larger than life-sized chessmen in Wizards' chess, before finally coming to the Potions elixirs. While Hermione leaves Harry to confront Voldemort and Snape himself to return to Ron, who had been knocked unconscious during the chess game, Harry finds not Snape, but his Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Quirrell.

Quirrell explains that he had given Voldemort permission to live within his body, and that the stone will now bring him completely back to life. While facing the Mirror of Erised, a tantalizing mirror that is meant to show you what you want most in life, Harry realizes that the stone has somehow ended up in his pocket and he must now protect it with everything he has.

Voldemort is aware that the stone is now on Harry's person, and Quirrell is now attempting to get it from him, and the last thing that Harry remembers are people calling his name.

When he comes too, Harry finds himself in the hospital wing of the castle, with Dumbledore at his side. He tells Harry that his efforts were not in vain, and that the stone has been destroyed. Harry is thrilled that it didn't end up in Quirrell's and therefore, Voldemort's hands, and that the stone has now been taken care of properly.

At the end of year feast, Gryffindor ends up winning the House Cup for the first time in seven years, effectively taking it away from Slytherin House after Dumbledore awards Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville additional points for their courageous efforts.

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archivesofthevoid · 2 years

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Headcanons on the boys stealing a sweet kiss while on the way to class? Could Percy Weasley possibly be included, totally fine if not!

The boys (+ Percy) stealing a kiss on the way to class HCs:

Sorry, this is so late! I haven't really been in a writing mood. My sincerest apologies. This isn't my best work either nor is it proofread. I hope you enjoy it anyway! I didn't add Cedric, Seamus, or Dean because I couldn't think of anything. But as requested, I did do something for Percy!

Harry: He was in a rush of course since he had walked you to class first and he was all the way across the school. So naturally, he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek then ran to his class. You had to freeze a second before walking into your own because come on! Harry just kissed you! Well, kind of. He wasn’t really one for PDA so whatever it was that just happened, you secretly hoped for more of them in the future.

Ron: He was passing you in the halls with Hermione and Harry, but before he let you pass, he wrapped you in his arms to give him a soft kiss. You were caught off guard but you weren’t opposed. You gave him another kiss after lightly pushing him towards Harry and Hermione and telling him you’d see him at lunch. He got teased endlessly by Harry for the little ordeal but the blush on both of your faces was well worth it.

Neville: The poor boy was caught in a huge crowd of students while trying to go to his class. Luckily you grabbed him out of it from the corner and gave him a moment to collect himself. He stuttered out a sea of 'thank you's before hurriedly smashing your lips together in a rather rough kiss and then bolted down the now emptying hall in hopes of getting to class on time. He didn’t even realize what he did until he got to Snape’s classroom and nearly screamed, causing the class to be disrupted.

Draco: Draco wasn’t all too worried about being late to class, since he has Snape - and Snape tended to play favorites with him. So he walked you to class. You tried thanking him and going into your class but he grabbed you by your wrist to press a soft kiss to your forehead. He rolled his eyes with a faint blush, before threatening you not to tell anyone about what he just did. But you knew even if you did tell, he wouldn’t do anything. Not to you anyway. You gave him one last peck on the cheek as you said goodbye, running into your classroom with this new giddiness about you.

Fred: If it were up to Fred, he’d skip classes just to make out in the halls with you. Unfortunately, you weren’t too keen on the idea of getting caught nor getting house points taken for snogging in the halls or missing class. So his next trick would have to do. He would grab you as you passed by him and twirl you around before dipping you slightly. The small shriek you let out left him laughing but he gave you a kiss either way. Both of your books fell on the ground but he didn’t care, he got to steal a kiss and it left you all flustered.

George: George would have walked you to class with some other friends of yours, but you were too busy talking to your friend to notice you had already arrived at your class. George, in an attempt to shut you up and let you go to class, swooped down and pulled you into a kiss. It instantly shut you up and it had your friend giggling at the both of you. You fought back a blush as you gave one last kiss to George and then dragged your friend into the classroom with you, ignoring their teasing comments about what had just occurred in the hall.

Percy: Like the good head boy he was, he was able to walk you to class before making it on his own. He wasn’t too nervous about being late, since he always managed to make it on time. When you both arrived at your classroom, you bid goodbye to him before going into class. He pulled you back for a split second to press a faint kiss to your cheek, a bright blush breaking way to his face. He stuttered out goodbye and sped off, leaving you with the biggest grin your face could maintain. Percy Weasley just kissed you. In public! He was not one for PDA at all so this was a wonderful change of pace. You’d have to return the favor later.

#harry potter x reader #george weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader #draco malfoy x reader #neville longbottom x reader #ron weasley x reader #percy weasley x reader #x reader insert #x reader

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harrysweasleys · 2 years

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victory in more ways than one // f.w

summary: fred feeling slightly jealous after you’ve congratulated oliver wood on a well-played match

warnings: none

word count: 2k

a/n: this was so fun to write! i’ve missed freddie and this was very self-indulgent :)

Blimey, you couldn’t recall the last time it had snowed this heavily.

You could barely see five feet in front of you as the snow came down in sheets, the tiny little floating dots that were quidditch players nearly invisible at this point.

The blanket you had brought was wrapped around your body, the final layer on top of sweaters, hoodies, and a jacket. And of course, your scarlet Gryffindor scarf bundled warmly around your neck. You were so stiff you could barely move, but at least you were staying as warm as you could.

You had Hermione bundled near you, her fluffy hair covered in snowflakes and the tip of her nose bright red as she cheered on the house team in between muttering “I can’t wait for this to be over.”

As much as you adored the sport, you had to agree. Really, the only reason you hadn’t left — like many other fellow Gryffindors — was because the match was against Slytherin and you just knew how much it meant to Fred.

He had been going on about this match for weeks, he had.

You let out a cheer as he flew by, red hair standing out amongst the white view. He told you he loved playing in the snow, that the brisk weather and wild flurries only increased the intensity. But, of course, that was because he was out flying around instead of standing still with his toes about to freeze right off.

Catch the snitch, Harry, catch the bloody snitch…

You spotted the Seeker, hand reached out as he chased the golden ball, which you were surprised he could even see in this weather, and wished more than anything that he’d just reach out and grab it—

“Harry Potter has caught the Snitch!”

You weren’t sure if the cheering was because Gryffindor had won or because you could all finally get back inside to the common room, where the fire would be crackling warmly and the snow would be hitting the window instead of your skin.

You watched as the Gryffindor team gathered at centre field, high-fiving one another and celebrating amongst the cheers, soaking in the look of devastating defeat on the Slytherin team’s faces. Harry held the Snitch in the air, the tiny dot not even visible to anyone in the stands.

“I’ll stay back and see Harry,” Hermione shouted to you over the cheers, eyes squinting as she faced the direction of the wind.

“Right, you do that, I’ll meet you back in the warmth,” you grinned with frozen cheeks, joining the crowd who was rushing to get out of there as quickly as possible.

And Merlin, you truly couldn’t make it back inside fast enough.

As expected, the couch near the fireplace was crowded with people huddling close, warming their hands and feet as soon as they stepped inside the room. You, on the other hand, had charged up to your room to change out of your damp clothes, throw on one of Fred’s sweaters, a pair of thick fuzzy socks, and stand next to the heater.

The Quidditch team would only arrive later, needing to unwind and go through their strategies before coming back. You wished Fred was here, though, so you could toss your arms around him and hold him close, simultaneously using his warmth for your own benefit.

After changing, you trodded down to the main area of the common room, a few fellow students already lounging around talking about the match. You found Neville and Seamus in the corner, choosing to go over and sit with them for a little while. Hermione and Ron had chosen to wait for Harry at the Quidditch pitch — truly brave of them in this weather.

“And when Wood made that save, blood brilliant! The upside down one, you know the one I’m talking about,” Seamus clapped his hands, the red and golden paint smeared across his face starting to lose colour. You guessed it was from being bundled up so warmly.

Neville has similar paint on his skin, red and gold stripes on his forehead staining the dark strands of hair that stuck to his forehead. You loved that about this place; the school spirit. Everyone had so much love for their houses and if anything, made everything just so much more fun and competitive.

You nodded as you took a seat, “Always great, he is.” And it was true, Oliver Wood was one of the best Quidditch players you had seen in years. You felt awfully blessed he was on your house team, or else you’d absolutely hate playing against him.

“I’m hoping you’re talking about me,” you felt a pair of warm hands on your shoulders, giving a small squeeze as you leaned back into the familiar touch of your boyfriend.

“Mhm,” you turned to face him as he sat on the empty seat between you and Neville, his hair standing up on end and his jersey still on, “If your name is Oliver Wood, that is.”

“Great match, Fred,” Neville gave him a pat on the shoulder, “We know we can always count on you and George.”

Fred beamed, giving the brunet a grin and a small, dramatic bow, “Why, thank you very much,” and then he turned to face you, “See, some people appreciate my Merlin-given talent for the extremely brutal, difficult game of Quidditch. I go out on the pitch and risk my little life just to come back and see my girlfriend’s rooting for another man. Heartbreaking.” He placed his hand over his heart and leaned his head back, eyes closed.

You let out a laugh, reaching forwards and placing your hand on his thigh, giving it a squeeze, “Oh, shut it, you. You’re so dramatic. Of course I think you’re the best player on the team. Bar Wood,” you let out the final quip, watching the way he rolled his eyes playfully and placed his hand atop yours.

He scoffed, “The disrespect.”

A chuckle left your lips as he turned his head away from you, facing the two other Gryffindor at your table, “Well, Longbottom, Finnigan, I hope you two enjoyed the match.”

Seamus nodded, falling into a detailed breakdown of a few standout plays. You linked your fingers with Fred’s as the two of you listened in. Of course he knew how proud of him you were — you honestly never shut up about him. He was everything to you and Godric, did you ever feel lucky. And he knew that through your teasing and joking that you only had eyes for him — how could you ever have eyes for anyone else? That would be foolish of you.

A loud cheer broke out through the room and drowned out Seamus’ voice as the rest of the Gryffindor team made their way into the common room, all looking exhausted yet full of energy.

Athletes could be strange sometimes.

“Go, go, Gryffindor!” the chant broke out once more and caused you to join in, Fred giving you a quick peck on the cheek as he went to go join his fellow teammates.

You stood up, clapping along with everyone in the room as the team continued piling in.

People greeted each other, hugging and clapping hands while the team made their way around the room. You leaned against the wall, watching Fred make his way through the room, high-fiving a few first years along with his brother.

Within minutes, the common room was bustling. Hermione and Ron had returned, pink cheeked and frozen, Harry beaming by their side as people rushed to congratulate him. You did the same, telling him he played brilliantly and that you never doubted him.

Katie Bell had pulled you aside to brag about her moves — a few of which you didn’t even remember, probably too busy freezing your butt off to have paid attention. She then buggered off to find another group of girls who were quick to pull her into a hug and tell her she did amazingly.

So, you made your way back to the corner which you had been in just a few minutes ago, eyes still focused on Fred, who was beaming with joy, smile impossibly wide. You nearly made your way over to him before you were cut short.

“Oli, we were just talking about your save!” Seamus’ voice cut through the crowd, causing you to turn and face him. He was giving Oliver Wood a pat on the back as the Keeper made his way forwards. You hadn’t seen Oliver yet so you figured you’d go over and say congrats as well.

Oliver beamed, “Thanks, that was probably one of the highlights of my time as a Quidditch player. One of those ‘I’m going to relive that in my dreams’ moments.”

You leaned forwards, “You were great, as always.”

Oliver spotted you and gave you a grin, leaning forwards to give you a hug, which you gladly reciprocated. He was a little smelly, having probably not showered yet, but that was fine. You were used to it with Fred anyways.

“Congrats on the win,” you spoke after the two of you pulled apart, “I know that was a big one.”

“Yeah it—,”

“Oi, Wood!”

Angelina’s voice from near the common room entrance caught his attention and he lifted a finger in your direction, giving you a small sheepish grin before going off to see what she wanted.

You turned around, noticing that Seamus and Neville were now also gone, leaving you standing in the corner of the room by yourself. Your eyes scanned the room for Fred, hoping you could go talk to him, but you couldn’t find him anywhere. Where had that bloody tall bloke run off to?

“Looking for me?” his voice came from next to you — where did he come from? — and you spun on the spot to face him.

You nodded, linking your arms around his waist, “I was, actually.”

He hummed, pursing his lips and nodding his head, “Ah, here I was thinking you were looking for your boyfriend.”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh, cut it off, you.”

“He got a hug before I did!” Fred waved his arms with a small pout, “Which is not fair.”

His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at you, pink lips drawn in a pout, which was rather adorable. He really was so dang cute.

“Aw, are you jealous?” you leaned up and pressed a small kiss on the bottom of his chin, squeezing your arms a little tighter around him. He seemed to appreciate the gesture, leaning into your touch.

“No need to be jealous, you know you’re the only person that really matters to me,” you leaned up, pressing light kisses along his jawline. His hands found your hips quickly, giving a small squeeze as his hands made their way under your — or his — sweater.

His touch was awfully warm and comforting, a small sigh escaping him as your lips met the spot between his jaw and his neck. He shivered under your touch, which was exactly the reaction you were going for.

“Next time, I better get the victory hug first,” he spoke softly, thumbs rubbing light circled on the skin of your waist.

“Promise,” you leaned your head against his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him for a proper hug, “I am tremendously proud of you, y’know?”

He nodded, his own head leaning against yours, “Yeah, I know. I do like to hear it, though.” You could hear the grin in his voice — that cheeky teasing tone of his that you couldn’t get enough of.

He really was something else.

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halfblood-princes-crown · 2 years

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I just think it’s funny how

Snaters will literally dump the flaws and mishaps of their fav onto Sev then act like it’s canon…

Like if your fav is a SOB and a dumbass then just say that!

Sev being obsessed with Lily…babes that was James😬 in fact, it was never specified that Sevs feelings were romantic…Assumption 101! James never took no for an answer then basically gave Lily an ultimatum… ‘date me and your friend lives’ type shit

Sev being a blood supremacist…. *cough* Regulus *cough*

Severus left Voldemort’s side ONLY because Lily was in danger! *coughs louder* Regulus *coughs louder*

He said Mudblood! Racism!!! Yeah, blame the half-blood for using his own slur but then like Draco…the pure blood who said it on multiple occasions💀💀 ✨hypocrisy ✨

Or if they aren’t doing that, they’re over exaggerating things..

He abused children! No, Umbridge abused children…Sev was just strict and a slight bitch, and what about it?

He was Nevilles Boggart! He was such a bad and mean teacher! Babes…🤣! Neville himself said that the thing could have easily turned into his grandma. If you really take time to think about it, and the way that boggarts work, Neville’s worst fear wasn’t really Snape, it was strict authority figures in general…ya know how Hermione’s worst fear was failure and not McGonagall herself? Yeah.

And let’s not forget the golden excuses!

Severus never grew up! James did! Where? James DIED….he was still going behind Lily’s back and everything. Just because you get married and have a family doesn’t mean you’re cured of Doucheitus…but I forgot…

He joined the order! Severus joined the DEs! Take what you will from that…🥱😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😑😑😑😯😯😧😧😧SORRY IM AWAKE! I fell asleep from the boredom of not giving a fuck. You can join a group or project or organization meant to do good and still be a dick wad, you can also join groups and stuff that do harm without actually knowing what you’re getting into or what it all means ….shall I name irl examples of these things?? Or are we not ready for that conversation??

And the victim blaming is one of my two personal favorites!

Severus was bullying people, he deserved it! You’ve heard it here folks, if you’re a “bully” then you deserve to be sexually assaulted!

James was defending Lily! Wrong, when James approached Severus (because and only because Sirius’ incompetent ass couldn’t be productive and entertain himself), he was minding his own business, and the mudblood situation happened AFTER Severus was already choking mid air…that still wouldn’t explain how SA is ok, but go off I guess

“Snape must have used the spell on James or other students and thats how James learned it it! Snape got a taste of his own medicine!” That’s an assumption, but I expect nothing less from yall. From the looks of it, Snape never recieved credit for the invention of levicorpus. Lupin even stated that it was already popular and almost everyone used it to play jokes among themselves. So obviously everyone knew it…and let��s say for a second he DID use it on other students, SO DID EVERYONE ELSE! Why did that grant James the right to SA him?

He was a douchebag and he deserved to be bullied! Yes, the poor, abused kid deserved to have a rich, entitled pureblood and his ducklings in his face everyday SIMPLY BECAUSE HE EXISTED. Good job👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

And the pathetic thing is

Y’all can’t even admit that Severus is twice as interesting as all of your favs combined considering the fact that y’all have to take Sevs achievements and tragic backstory and give them to your plot piece characters while simultaneously proving our points about Severus right…I’m looking at the Regulus gurus…

By the looks of it, y’all only hate Severus because of his attitude…y’all don’t like that he isn’t the conventional “character with a tragic history does everything they can to not let the past get to them!”…. the “my past does not define me” hero….y’all don’t like that he’s a realistic representation of what abuse does to a person and that’s honestly concerning…

That’s just my take though🤷🏽‍♀️

#I’d hate to talk to y’all about real world situations cause WOW #smdh #pro snape #anti marauders #anti snaters #hp fandom #snapedom #pro severus snape #severus snape

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prettyboypucey · 3 years

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Weird ~ G.W.

Summary: George is gorgeous. Charlie is a meddler. The snow is cold. (this summary sucks...just read it)

Pairing: George Weasley x Y/N

Word Count: 2,404 (who do I think I am?)

Warnings: mentions of bullying. mentions of food/eating. george is unknowingly triggering? reader cries. idk? let me know if i missed something.

A/N: part 2? maybe? translations are for romanian via google translate. do not come for me if they are hella wrong.

Translations: draga - darling; dragoste - love; tampit - stupid

I had never been normal. From the time I was a toddler I had stars in my eyes and dirt on my knees. While the other kids in my grade were playing with dolls and dressing respectably, I was riding imaginary dragons and wearing mismatched socks with dungarees and a butterfly headband. Normalcy evaded me even further when at 11 years old, I got a letter declaring me a witch.

When I first came to Hogwarts I spent the majority of my time alone. It appeared that even children who could wave a stick around and makes things fly wanted nothing to do with the colorful little girl. Meeting Luna Lovegood in my second year was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Here was a girl who allowed me to be exactly who I was with no judgments. And then she introduced me to Neville Longbottom and Ginny Weasley, and suddenly that little girl who thought her only friends would always be the rocks she painted faces on, had found her people.

Of course, being friends with Ginny Weasley meant knowing her many brothers. So after graduation when I went off to Romania to work with dragons it made me feel slightly better knowing Charlie Weasley would be there. He quickly took me under his wing and became the older brother figure I had never had. After working together for three years, and electing to stay at the sanctuary for the last two over the holidays, he had finally convinced me to come home with him. I was reluctant to leave the sanctuary - the one place I truly feel safe (despite the massive fire breathing creatures).

Charlie had warned me that being with one or two of the Weasleys was very different from being with the entire Weasley clan. Obviously I knew Charlie and Ginny, Ron had always been nice to me, and I had met Molly a handful of times in passing. However, Bill was known to be quite intimidating, Percy was supposedly very no-nonsense, and the twins (albeit never cruel) had a reputation of being hell-raisers.

Apparating to the edge of a marsh with Charlie by my side I could see the rising structure haphazardly balanced slightly ahead.

Pausing, I glanced at the back of the familiar red covered head, “I don’t know Charles, maybe I should just go back. I really don’t want to be a burden.”

Charlie very quickly rounded behind me to continue guiding me towards his home, “No, no, no, no, no. No. You’re not a burden to anyone draga. Keep your head up and if any of them give you grief - remind them of the giant, winged beasts you can feed them to.”

Quickly placing a kiss to the side of my head Charlie bounded ahead again to open the door and announce your arrival. Before I could toe off the first boot to leave next to the dozen other pairs in the entryway, a pair of arms had flung around my neck.

“Y/N! I missed you so much!”, Ginny pulled back, keeping her grip on my shoulders, to inspect for any major injuries.

I held onto her elbows, keeping her close, “Hi Gin, I missed you too. A lot. I’m loving this new look by the way.”

She reached up to brush the now short locks behind her ears. A grin on her face as the two of us looked the other over for the first time in months. Ginny was wrapped in a pretty baby pink sweater with shades of red and white running through it. The material was soft against my palm as I hooked it around her crooked elbow to follow her into the living area.

“You know”, she started, “I was starting to think maybe Charlie had let you get eaten or burnt to a crisp in the land of dragons. It’s been so long since you’ve come to see me or left the sanctuary.”

“I’m sorry Ginny. It’s just that after everything, I had to keep myself busy.”

Ginny’s smile softened into one of understanding. The war had taken a part of all of us. Although Fred had recovered after many months, that fear of almost losing such a vital part of their family had rocked the entire Weasley family to its core.

“I get it, I do, but I worry about you. I just want you to know you’re not alone Y/N.”

I pulled the girl into another tight hug, “I know.”

Ginny pulled away first, clearing her throat, “Okay! Now that’s out of the way - it’s time to introduce the one and only Y/N L/N to the Weasley’s.”

I hummed, “Hmmm and which of us should be more scared?”

“Oh definitely the Weasleys.”

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Meeting the Weasley family had gone much better than expected.

Molly had opened her arms and home to me as if I was one of her own children. By the time the night was over she had me stuffed full of warm food and drink and donning my very own coveted Weasley sweater, the lavender initial in the middle marking it as my own. Arthur had been very interested in my muggle parents and upbringing, questioning me about the functions of a rubber duck. Bill and his wife Fleur were the most stunning couple I have ever seen, and not nearly as intimidating as people portrayed them. Fleur was pleased when she found out I spoke a bit of conversational French and promised to have me over to Shell Cottage (apparently they have an amazing collection of wind chimes that I am dying to see). Percy was a bit more refined. Completely polite and friendly but he seemed reserved. Ginny had explained in one of her letters how much guilt Percy carried after the Battle of Hogwarts over how he had behaved in the years leading up to that day.

The twins were much different than I remembered them being from the few times we were around each other in school. The physical differences were clear - George’s missing ear and Fred’s dragging limp were both signs of the prices they paid in the war. More than that however, they had matured greatly. They were still happy and made sure to pull at least two pranks over the night, poor Molly nearly lost her voice after they blew up the turkey. However, there was something in their eyes that had been dimmed. Especially in George.

His twin almost died that night, and it reflected in George’s eyes each time he looked at his older brother. It was clear that he was still afraid because whenever Fred left a room George followed, never letting his brother out of his sight, and if he happened to lose track of him a panic began to swirl in his brown orbs.

I was in the middle of watching as George yet again made his way to Fred’s side, clapping a large hand on his twins shoulder and throwing his head back in laughter.

“So which one are you staring at dragoste?”, Charlie whispered as he appeared out of nowhere.

I ignored the burning in my cheeks as I looked away from the scene in front of me.

“I am not staring at either of them tampit.”

“Mhmm, sure, absolutely, I believe you.”, after a quick pause he said, “It’s George isn’t it?”

I turned and scoffed at him, “No!… How did you know?”

Charlie let out a chuckle, “Because I know you my little dragon. I also know my brother, and just between us, he definitely likes you as well.”

At this I let out an incredulous laugh and glanced back to where George was now telling a story, his hands moving animatedly. There was no way that George Weasley had even a remote attraction to me. He was kind, strong, clever, and so bloody gorgeous it truly was a privilege to look at him. And I am…me. Nothing special. Just a girl who had more dragon friends than human ones and whose hands were covered in scars and callouses and whose socks never matched and had never even kissed a man before. So no, there was no way that George Weasley would ever like me.

“Hey. I know that look Y/N. Stop those thoughts right this bloody second.”

“Charles it really is annoying when you read me like that.”

Throwing his arm over my shoulder he began to lead me towards the twins, “Yes I know and I am sorry in advance but this needs to be done. Fred!”

Charlie’s voice had gone from a rushed whisper to a jovial shout when we reached George, Fred, and Ron by the fireplace. George’s smile as he turned to look at us sent a million butterflies off in my tummy.

“So Freddy, I was hoping you could help me out with a top secret project tomorrow for mum and maybe show me around the joke shop. I heard you added some new displays that I want to check out.”

“Sure Charlie”, Fred glanced at George as he spoke, “I’m sure we can make some time for our favorite brother.”

Ignoring Rons protest, Charlie gripped my shoulders and pushed me in front of him, “Actually George I was thinking you could stay here and show Y/N around the area. She mentioned wanting to talk a walk tomorrow and I would hate to disappoint her on her first Christmas out of the sanctuary.”

“Um-”

I interrupted the rejection coming from George, “No please, I would hate to be a bother and make you be stuck with me all day. I’m sure Ginny can take me.”

George smiled and shook his head, “No it’s completely fine Y/N. I would be happy to show you around.”

“Okay great! It’s settled then!”, Charlie looked rather too pleased with himself and obviously missed the look exchanged by his identical younger brothers.

~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning the Burrow was a flurry of movement as everyone began their day. Apparently Charlie and Fred weren’t the only ones on their way out. The others still had some last minute gift shopping to do and Ron was spending the day with Hermione’s muggle family. After breakfast, a quick wink from Charlie, and a slam of the front door - George and I were alone in the house.

The two of us stood facing one another in the living room for a few awkward moments before George spoke, “Well, um, did you want to head out as well?”

“Oh sure! Yes, let me just grab my boots really quickly.”

George led me out the door and onto the snow covered path towards the small, iced over river. Nothing was said for a while, the only sound was the crunch of snow under our boots and the occasional sniffle from one of our red noses. I was mentally imagining all the ways I was going to kick Charlie’s ass when he got back for suggesting a walk in the middle of winter when we came to the top of a hill and stopped.

Everything as far as the eye could see was blanketed in sheets of white. Stomping my boots down into the fresh snow, I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped as the snow gave way underfoot. Feeling a pair of eyes on me I remembered that I wasn’t alone and turned to see George watching me with an unidentifiable look on his face.

“Sorry, sorry. That was - I don’t know why I did that. I liked the feeling of the crunch of the snow I guess. Sorry.”

George grinned, “You don’t have to apologize. It was cute.”

I could feel my face flush at his words. His smile grew even wider at the sight of my heated face. My gaze dropped from his pretty face down to my boots. I could feel the thick socks I had on beginning to grow cold and wet from how long we’d been outside. Looking back up I could see George’s deep eyes glaze over. Assuming it was because he had been apart from Fred so long I glanced out at the view one last time before turning back the way we came.

“We should probably get back. We’ve been gone a while and my toes are getting wet. I feel bad enough that Charlie forced you to do this anyways without you getting frostbite or something. I’ve had frostbite, it’s not fun. And now I’m rambling. I’m sorry. Sorry”

George was shaking his head at me and said, “You are so weird.”

Ouch. My chest tightened and the small smile I had been wearing dropped from my face. If I had been able to see past the tears forming in my eyes that were making my sight blurry, I would have seen George’s face do the same. Unfortunately, all I could focus on was that word. Weird. Strange. Abnormal. Freak.

Weird weird weird.

The walk back was silent. A thick tension surrounded you both as thick snow flurries began to swirl down in the midmorning air. Just as thick was the lump forming in my throat as I fought back tears. I know I shouldn’t let his words affect me. He’s just some guy. But deep down I also know that he’s not just some guy. This is George fricking Weasley. With his stupid perfect face and gorgeous eyes and his loyalty to his family. I couldn’t help but be enamored with him from the moment I walked in the Weasley’s front door. So it hurt to hear the man I liked call me that nasty word that has haunted me my entire life.

When we finally reached the Burrow, George tried to reach for my arm but I pulled away and ran into the house. I could hear that some of the others had returned and really wanted to avoid a confrontation. Once again, luck wasn’t on my side. Charlie came walking out of the kitchen and saw me in the entryway. His face immediately became concerned at the sight of me and he lowered the sandwich he had from his mouth.

“Draga?”, Charlie’s voice followed me as I finally reached the stairs and launched upstairs.

As I reached the first landing I heard him speak again, his voice rough and hard.

“What did you do?”

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Harry Potter Universe Recommendation List

Last Updated: 12/21/2020

Marauders Era

James Potter

One Shots:

The best prankster by @deathlyhogwarts Summary: When a lowkey Gryffindor who values her education is disrupted during class by a roudy group of boys she decides to retilate, and she is determined to win.

Falling For You by @theweasleysredhair Summary: Soulmate AU. After suffering thorugh the pain of your soulmate, whom was not particulary careful about injuries, their identity is revealed during a Quidditch game.

What’s Happening To Me by @harrytpotter Summary: James Potter was starting to feel more and more overprotective towards his friend Y/N and considerably annoyed at the blatant flirting she and one of his best friends were displaying publicly and at the thought she might be falling for Sirius. What was happening to him?

Sirius Black

One Shots:

Drooling like a dog by @deathlyhogwarts Summary: Dogs are great pets, and it´s annoying how all kind of pets are allowed at school but dogs. So when you realize a group of friends frequents one you can´t help but shower it with affection.

Cardigan by @gcdric Summary: You love everything Sirius’s family hates about him.

Remus Lupin

One Shots:

Scared by @thoseofgreatambition Summary: y/n’s mother has left their family, and because of this the reader is quite scared to form romantic relationships. Remus does his best to build her strength and trust up. in doing so they fall in love.

Peter Pettigrew

Lily Evans

Regulous Black

One Shots:

Mon Soleil by @poppin-potter Summary: Lupin!reader; no-Voldemort AU. Regulus Black helps you with your lycanthropy symptoms

Narcissa Black

Golden Trio Era

Harry Potter

One Shots:

One step from happiness by @weasleydream Summary: After the war is over, there is one person he needs to see, a muggle that made Privet Drive seem less gloomy.

Dumbledore’s army by @poppin-potter Summary: Lupin!reader. When you help your boyfriend, Harry Potter, you start to notice a few things in his teaching style.

The Girl I Once Knew by @lunalovegxxd Summary: Malfoy!reader. When you receive the Dark Mark the best you can do to keep those you love safe is to play perfect pureblood daughter, sadly, that includes making Harry hate you so he’ll stay away.

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

One Shots:

Coffee Shop by @lunalovegxxd Summary: Coffee shop AU; Soulmates AU. In which you meet your soulmate in a coffee shop.

Only For You by @iliveiloveiwrite Summary: Ron Weasley is a family guy and a sap.

Draco Malfoy

One Shots:

Sneaking out and Shooting Stars by @stupxfy Summary: Draco wakes you up in the middle of the night to go watch the meteor shower

two sworn enemies Part 2 by @wondernimbus Summary: there is only one thing worse than being hated by draco malfoy; it’s being fancied by him.

A Beautiful Dream by @angelinathebook Summary: You meet up with Draco during the night and discover the boy buried underneath the pain.

Play Dumb by @willowbleedsonpaper Summary: Ravenclaw!reader. One day visiting your friend Myrtle, you found that she already had company. Learning some things you shouldn’t about Draco Malfoy you become really nervous around him and see yourself in the need to face him.

Carrot Cake by @willowbleedsonpaper Summary: Soulmate AU. You decide to put your own café after the war and you find yourself with some unexpected clients.

Seamus Finnigan

Dean Thomas

Fred Weasley

One Shots:

The Smell Of Love by @leahstypewriter Summary: You remain unranked by the Weasley twins catching one of the readhead’s attention.

Act Like a Gryffindor by @hp-imagines-07 Summary: Gryffindor!reader. The 4 times that Fred Weasley made you blush and the one time that it was the other way around…

Nervous by @hufflepuffgirly Summary: Fred’s nervous about meeting your family, but he really has nothing to worry about.

Blue by @hufflepuffgirly Prompts: “You’re so agitated, what’s wrong?” “You know exactly what’s wrong.”; “Come here.”; “Your hair smells nice.”

Surprises by @acciotwinz Summary: All the times Fred never manages to catch Y/N off guard and the one time he does.

George Weasley

One Shots:

Lifelines by @diary-of-an-onliner Summary: Gryffindor!reader. Your happy line responds to George as you flirt incessantly.

Gryffindor bravery by @heloisedaphnebrightmore Summary: Your shy and quite personality never matched the infamous bravery of Gryffindor. However the little bet George initiates might just help you find your inner Gryffindor, the bravery you have been looking for.

5th December by @george-fabian-weasley Summary: You read him a poem as he laid on your chest, loving the sound of your voice.

Ginny Weasley

Neville Longbottom

One Shots:

Childhood crush by @angelinathebook Summary: professor!Neville x professor!reader. You lost contact with your best friend after the war but neither is planning on passing up your chance when you find yourselves back in the castle you grew up in.

Oliver Wood

One Shots:

Little brother by @poppin-potter Summary: Hufflepuff!reader. Your boyfriend comes to meet your family and everything seems to be going swell, except for the fact that your little brother doesn’t seems to like him much.

Charlie Weasley

Bill Weasley

Theodore Nott

One Shots:

Terrible Tuesdays by @gcdric Summary: You get paired up with Theo in potions who defies all your preconceived notions on what a Slytherin is. Needless to say, Theodore Nott was not at all what you were expecting.

Lonely Heart by @willowbleedsonpaper Summary: After years of frienship you realize that although you might not be alone you’re lonely. You’re not part of the Golden Trio and they don’t seem to care when you drift away from them. You learn to be by yourself when certain Slytherin enters your life and change it for the better.

They don’t know about us by @willowbleedsonpaper Summary: Hufflepuff!reader. You are open and unapologetic about your relationship, even with its particular critics.

Blaise Zabini

One Shots:

Chess is for chumps by @peeves-a-legend Summary: Chess is all about sophistication and strategy; everything that Blaise prides himself on. Monopoly is about frugality and… also strategy?

Cedric Diggory

One Shots:

Ceasseless Interruptions by @imaginexmeintheuniverse Summary: Five times you almost kissed + when you finally did

4 AM by @random-imagines-blog Summary: You’re a transfer student at Hogwarts, and all of these changes are feeling restless. You develop a late-night hobby, but a handsome Hufflepuff catches on.

Yule Ball from the Sidelines by @imaginexmeintheuniverse Summary: In your attempt to avoid the elephant in the room you tell your best friend to go with someone else to the ball, and he does. Don’t worry, he has saved a dance just for you.

Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them

Newt Scamander

One Shots:

The Dress by @poppin-potter Summary: platonic!reader. You and your best friend, Newt Scamander, try to find the perfect dress for your wedding.

Theseus Scamander

One Shots:

Care For a Treat? by @poppin-potter Summary: Theseus never cared for sweets until his little brother’s best friend walked into his life.

Tina Goldenstein

Jacob Kowalski

Queenie Goldenstein

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