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7s3ven · 8 months

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OBSESSION. tom riddle x fem! reader.

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IN WHICH… Tom Riddle is partnered with a Gryffindor for potions. He expects them to crush every assignment sent their way, but what he doesn’t expect is him falling in love.

Words: Too many

Warning/s: Not proof-read, Grammar mistakes

A/N: I disappeared for a while, but I’m back now, lol. With Harry Potter oneshots. I have so many in my drafts that I hope to publish soon.

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“These are your potion partners. You will work with them for the rest of the year. And no, you cannot change.”

Half of the class erupted into groans but Slughorn ignored them. Slytherins and Gryffindors were paired together, one boy and one girl.

Slughorn had purposely paired up Tom Riddle, the cold Slytherin heartthrob, and Y/N L/N, the intelligent Gryffindor beauty, together. He saw their potential together considering both students were academic geniuses.

“A Skele Gro potion? Seriously?” Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes. It was one of the easiest potions to make and this was an advanced class.

“Slughorn probably gave the class an easy potion since he partnered us up with people we basically hate.” Tom retorted, staring at the old potions book.

“You hate me?”

“You are a Gryffindor, after all.”

“How original.”

For the remainder of the class, the two were quiet. There were a few words exchanged but not many.

“Pass the scarab beetle.”

“Give me the puffer fish.”

As Tom was busy mixing the potion, Y/N took this as her chance to glance at him. She couldn’t deny that he was attractive with his curled brown hair and high cheekbones.

She soon went back to scribbling a few notes in her textbook, the black ink staining the side of her hand (something she didn’t notice). She wiped the side of her cheek, unknowingly smearing the ink onto her face.

Tom gaze wandered from the simple potion to Y/N, who was leaning over the desk, quill in hand. He looked at the ink on her face, almost smiling in amusement.

“L/N,” He uttered. She turned her head to look at him in confusion, wondering why he had mumbled her name. “You have something on your face.”

She reached up a hand, touching the wrong side of her face.

“Other side- You know what, never mind.” Tom licked his lips and shook his head. He beckoned Y/N forward and with a pinch of hesitation, she stood up.

Tom pulled out a handkerchief and gently wiped her cheek, strangely fascinated by the way the ink didn’t stain her face as it did with her hand.

She stared into his dark brown eyes, leaving Tom stunned. Most students, even the girls obsessed with him, were always scared of Tom. But Y/N purely gazed at him, unfazed.

“Thank you.” She slowly said, her lips curving into a small smile.

Tom was silent for a moment before he cleared his throat and nodded. “No problem.”

The pair went silent again and when class was dismissed, Y/N shoved all of her things into her bag and fled the room.

Tom took his time in packing up. He picked up a thick leather journal that he didn’t remember owning and when he flipped thorough the messy pages, he realized it wasn’t his.

Every page of Y/N’s book was different. Some notes were messy while others were unbelievably neat.

Tom gently put the book in his bag and hurried out of the classroom to see if he could find Y/N. But she had moved too fast and was nowhere to be seen.

“Tom, why do you look so worried?” Avery came up behind the brunette prefect, slinging a pale arm around Tom’s shoulder.

“Y/N L/N, what do you know about her?” Tom asked.

“What? The Gryffindor girl with the fan club?”

Y/N was, to put it lightly, popular with the Hogwarts students. Not just the boys, in fact. Girls liked her too, both platonically and romantically. Hence her little fan club.

“Yes. What do you know about her?”

“Not a lot. She’s a Gryffindor, obviously. Comes from a wealthy Mudblood”- Avery froze as soon as Tom sent him a stern glare. “Muggle family.” He quickly corrected himself. “She’s smart, pretty, and people like her. She’s, uh, popular and acts as a stand-in for the Quidditch team because, despite liking the sport, she doesn't have enough time to play it regularly."

"Find out anything else about Y/N. And figure out her preferable type when it comes to romantic partners." Tom said, waving Avery off. The blond left, leaving Tom alone to tend to his thoughts.

The sound of heels clicking against the stoned floor filled the silent hallway and a shoulder banged into Tom's.

"Ah! Sorry!" Y/N called out, not realizing who it was.

Tom quickly reached out, grabbing her arm and pulling her back. With a loud gasp of surprise, Y/N harshly crashed into his chest, almost knocking the air out of Tom's lungs.

Tom paused, inhaling the sweet scent of Y/N's floral perfume. "You left your notebook in the classroom. Here." The brunette boy handed Y/N her leather book, their fingers brushing against each other. She gripped her notes tightly, almost as if she was afraid of losing them again.

"Thank you." She muttered, her knuckles turning white. She looked like she wanted to say more but she didn't. She only nodded and ran off.

Tom let out a loud sigh, the brief feeling of Y/N's skin against his imprinted in his mind.

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"My lord," Avery strode up to Tom, a few pages in his hands. "I, uh, made a list about... you know." He whispered the last part and handed Tom the list.

"Thank you. You may go." Tom looked around to see if anybody was paying attention to him before he flipped through Avery's messy handwriting.

Y/N L/N, muggle-born. Gryffindor. Enjoys studying in the library with her friends and loves (your favourite drink). Her best subject is defence against the dark arts and potions.

Her ideal type wasn't easy to figure out, but I managed to question a lot of her friends without raising suspicion. Her ideal type is people taller than her, and she really seems to like scholars over sporty people. Honestly, there's a lot of grey area so her type could be anyone.

Tom folded the notes and shoved them into his pocket. He cleared his throat, nodding in satisfaction. His first class of the day was potions, and he felt a weird feeling in his chest. It was almost like it… jumped.

Tom could feel his pulse speed up as he got closer to the potions classroom and he momentarily paused to feel it. “Strange.” He muttered under his breath. He must be sick because this had never happened.

Nevertheless, he continued on his way. He was early but there were already a few students inside, one being Y/N. She was sitting at her and Tom’s desk but was speaking to a Gryffindor behind her.

They immediately went silent, though, when Tom approached them. Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line as the awkward silence settled over the room.

Tom cracked open his potions book, his eyes scanning over random words. He could feel Y/N staring at him and when he glanced at her, she hurriedly looked away, her cheeks flushing red.

Tom held back a snicker. “Are you excited for the Yule ball?” Tom unexpectedly asked. He wasn’t one to be phased by silence, but Y/N looked uncomfortable by it.

“Pardon me?”

“The Yule ball. Are you excited? Surely you must be.”

“Oh, um, yes. What about you?”

“I’d rather skip it. But being a prefect, I have to be there.” Tom didn’t care for social events. He hated most of them and found them rather pointless. He had never liked the Yule ball in the first place.

“Have you got a date?” Y/N questioned, fiddling with her quill.

“No. Why do you ask?”

“I’m just curious. How is it that someone like you doesn’t have a date? Girls are crazy for you.” Y/N turned her head to look at Tom, which was probably the first time she had done so since he caught her staring.

“I’m not interested in them. They aren’t what I’m looking for.”

“Well, you have plenty time to find a date, if you want one.”

Tom silently nodded, opening his mouth and then closing it. “You’re on the Yule ball committee, are you not?” He asked after a hint of hesitation.

“I am. I’ve been so busy planning it that I haven’t thought about the event itself. I don’t even know what colour my dress will be.”

“(Favorite colour.” Tom immediately replied, taking Y/N by surprise. “(Favorite colour) would suit you.”

Y/N briefly smiled. “I’ll make sure to keep that in mind.”

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As the days passed by, Y/N haunted Tom’s mind like a ghost haunting a dark house. He couldn’t get her out of his mind, no matter what he tried. He had even gone as far as making out with a fellow Slytherin to try and erase Y/N from his mind.

But all he could do was imagine it was Y/N who was desperately kissing him, smearing lipstick marks all over his white collar and drowning him in her sweet perfume.

Tom had gotten little to no sleep for the past week, a certain Gryffindor etched into his brain. The dark circles under his eyes had grown, a sign that he hadn’t been resting well.

“Riddle, are you okay?” Y/N’s voice snapped the brunette Slytherin back to reality. He realised that his head was leaning against his desk and his neck ached. He sat up, looking around the empty classroom. “You, uh, fell asleep.” Y/N explained, “Slughorn let you sleep since you seemed so tired.”

“Ah.” Tom thickly swallowed and cleared his throat. “I’m fine. Thank you.” He waved his hand, trying to dismiss Y/N like he would dismiss Avery but she didn’t leave.

“Are you sure? Slughorn told me to tell you that if you ever need more sleep, you can ask him for a potion.”

Tom stood up, a little wobbly. He picked up his stuff and placed a heavy hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “I’m fine.” He repeated. His hand lingered for a moment too long on Y/N before he lifted it and walked off, slightly unstable.

Y/N watched him leave, her lips parted and her eyebrows furrowed with concern. She recalled how peaceful Tom looked in his sleep, the completely opposite of what he looked like right now. He looked so… rough.

Y/N could faintly remember the feeling of Tom’s hand on her shoulder and she began to wonder how his cold hands would feel on her waist. Shocked by her own thoughts, Y/N violently shook her head.

Tom was attractive but he didn’t like anyone. Not romantically and not platonically. And Y/N would be the last person he’d date, with her being both a Gryffindor and Muggleborn.

Just as Y/N was about to leave, she spotted a slip of paper on Tom’s desk. Curiosity got the best of her and she hurriedly opened it. The paper looked like it had been quickly torn out of a notebook.

Light of my life. Fire of my loins. I can’t get her out of my head, just like how Humbert couldn’t stop thinking about Dolores. Perhaps Lolita is not the best reference to make buy nevertheless. This is not supposed to be happening, not now and not ever. I cannot love and yet here I am, undoubtedly and inexplicably in love with her.

It was Tom’s handwriting, Y/N was sure of it. She felt confused when her heart sank after reading the contents and not seeing her name. She had been thinking about Tom Riddle ever since they got paired up and she was starting to wonder the same question her friends were asking: Did Y/N L/N fancy Tom Riddle?

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Potions couldn’t come fast enough. Tom and Y/N were the first ones to enter the room. They seemed to have the same idea and try to be as early as possible to get a glimpse of their potions partner before class started.

“What’s the theme for the Yule ball?” Tom inquired.

“It’s the same as it always is.” Y/N replied, “Snow.”

“How original.”

“I wish they’d spice it up a little. But the ball committee isn’t on charge of the them, just the planning and decorating.”

“Still no date?”

“I’ve had a few offers but… not my type. You?”

“No.”

“At this rate, it seems like you’ll never get a date.” Y/N joked but her smile faded when she saw Tom’s unamused face. “Say,” She said, suddenly remembering what she had found a few days ago, “Do you like anyone?”

“It’s impossible for me to like someone.”

“I know… but if you could, who would you like?” Y/N stared at Tom, anxiously awaiting his answer.

He took his sweet time in thinking. So long that Y/N was sure he wasn’t even going to give her a proper answer.

“It’s hard to say who when I don’t feel anything.” Tom lied through his teeth. The girl he was interested in was right in front of him.

“I see. No pressure to answer then.”

“But if I had to describe someone I’d like, if I could feel anything, I’d want her to be kind and caring. The opposite of me to balance it out.”

Y/N could feel anxiety course through her veins as she parted her lips to make a reference she probably shouldn’t have. “Would she be the light of your life and the fire of your loins?”

Tom tried to hide his small amount of panic with a chuckle. “A strange reference, huh? Why Lolita?”

“I just think it’s strange how some people can’t stop thinking about their crushes… like how Humbert was always thinking of Lolita.” Y/N watched Tom’s face for any form of reaction, but he had none.

“How did you find it?” Tom quickly questioned, turning on his wooden chair. “The letter? How did you find it?”

“You left it on your desk. Just tell me who the girl is, I want to know. I’ll even help you ask her out.”

“I do not need your help.” Tom seethed, “And do not mention a word of this to anyone else. We will discuss this after class.”

Perhaps Y/N should have kept her mouth shut. If she did, she wouldn’t have found herself locked in a dingy old basement with Tom Riddle.

I’m going to die, she thought to herself.

“Riddle, I promise I will not mention this to anybody. I swear! You don’t have to kill me! I won’t say anything!”

“I’m not going to kill you, L/N. What do you take me for? A savage?”

Y/N wanted to mention the time where Tom had beaten up a Hufflepuff for accidentally taking his book, but she forced herself not to say anything.

“You want to know who the girl is?” Tom asked. Y/N silently nodded. She subconsciously stepped back as he slowly walked towards her. This pattern continued until Y/N’s back hit a stone wall and she stiffened.

Tom was standing right in front of her, looming over her with that stern stare he always had.

“The girl that I am so infatuated with, to put it lightly, is you.”

Y/N blinked once, and then twice. Then she burst into laughter. “Are you messing with me, Riddle? Is this a joke? Come on, be serious.”

“I’m not the one who should be serious here.” Tom responded, reaching out a hand to tuck a piece of Y/N’s hair away.

“Wait, so you’re not joking?” Y/N asked, raising her eyebrows. She couldn’t ignore the little jump her heart did.

“If I was joking, I wouldn’t be willing to do this.” Tom had to lean down to press his lips against Y/N’s. She jumped and, on instinct, pulled away and slapped Tom.

She froze, her mind processing what she had just done. Then she panicked. "My gosh, Riddle, I am so sorry! I didn't mean to slap you! Are you... okay?" That was a stupid question to ask, considering how red Tom's cheek was right now.

"Fine." He answered even though his face was stinging.

"I didn't mean to slap you. You just caught me by surprise. Sorry... again." Y/N cringed, staring at Tom's reddening cheek. "Say... do you happen to know what loins actually means, Riddle?”

“No. I only used it as a pitiful reference.”

“It's your, uh..." Y/N paused, "Humbert was basically saying that Dolores got him... aroused.” Y/N had expected him to know what it meant, Tom being an academic and all.

“Oh… well, I can assure you that I am not a pedo and nothing like Humbert.” Tom sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I am sorry I kissed you without warning. You are free to go. Just… not a word.”

Tom turned around and even though Y/N wanted to call out his name, she simply stared at him before nodding and walking off.

Tom, who was hoping Y/N would stay, pressed his lips into a thin line. He thickly swallowed, waiting a few minutes to see if Y/N would return. When she didn’t, he could only nod in acceptance.

Love was never meant for some people, and perhaps Tom was in that category.

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Y/N sat in her dorm room, sitting on the edge of her bed. She clasped her hands together, deep in thought.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Liza, a fellow Gryffindor, bounced up to Y/N. She was one of her dorm mates, and a close friend.

“Are you sure you want to hear it?” Y/N quietly muttered, sheepishly smiling.

“Shoot. I have nothing better to do.”

“Riddle, uh… he…” Y/N struggled to finish her sentence. She could still feel his lips against her’s and for some reason… she liked it.

“What did he do? Did he- No. I knew he was rotten apple! That is unacceptable!” Liza assumed the worst.

“No! No! He didn’t. He… kissed me.”

Liza’s eyebrows rose in shock. She opened her mouth, then closed it. “Riddle… kissed you? Like… actually kissed you? No offence. He just doesn’t seem like the type… to be interested in relationships.” Liza’s gaze fell upon Y/N’s solemn face. “But, uh, how are you feeling? That’s the most important thing.”

“That’s the problem… I’m not too sure. I… liked it? But, it feels wrong. I mean, Riddle is… he’s untouchable. He’s the head boy, he’s smart and charming and loved. And I’m… just me.”

Liza grabbed Y/N’s hands, holding onto them tightly. “You are not just you. You are a top student at Hogwarts. A role model to younger kids. A great candidate for head girl. You are amazing and talented and skilled. You are Y/N L/N.” Liza furrowed her eyebrows as she spoke with such passion.

Y/N teared up at her friend’s kind words. Liza softly smiled and wiped away a stray tear.

“Y/N, do you like Tom Riddle?”

“I’m… not sure.”

“That isn’t an answer. Do you like Tom Riddle?”

“I do.”

Liza grabbed Y/N by the shoulders, tightly gripping them. “Then listen to me, Y/N. You are going to march up to Riddle and you are going to ask that boy out if it’s the last thing you do! And he will accept your offer because he is lucky to even stand so close to you! Do you understand?!”

Liza’s enthusiastic behavior on this matter made Y/N laugh. “Okay, okay. What do I have to do?”

Liza smirked, standing up straight and flicking her raven black hair over her shoulder.

“Leave it to me.”

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Y/N felt a little foolish as she stood in the crowded hallway, a huge bouquet of flowers in one hand and heart-shaped letter in the other. Liza stood behind Y/N, keeping a lookout for Tom Riddle.

“Is this necessary?” Y/N muttered, gulping as people stared at her when they passed by.

“Absolutely. Come on, I see him.” Liza pushed Y/N forward. Her heart was beating like crazy in her chest. Her knees wobbled like jelly and she found it hard to stand properly.

“Liz,” Y/N whispered, hyperventilating. “Liz. I can’t do this.”

“No. Come on. Y/N, I believe in you. Let’s go.”

Y/N shakily stepped forward. She locked eyes with Riddle, who stared at her in confusion. His eyes flickered to the flowers and the letter, and he tilted his head to the side.

“I can do this.” Y/N muttered to herself.

“You can do this.” Liza echoed.

“I’m a Gryffindor. I’m brave. I’m loyal. I’m courageous. I’m Y/N L/N.” Y/N took a deep breathe before she quickly walked towards Tom.

The sea of students parted for her. They whispered and muttered, wondering what Tom’s answer would be. He was infamous for not caring about other people and, to them, Y/N was just another girl who thought she could change him.

“Y/N.” Tom uttered. That was the first time he had called her by her first name, which said something. Tom’s group that had been accompanying him stepped back, pushing and shoving each other and quietly laughing.

“Tom.” Y/N greeted him back.

“Did you finally say yes to someone asking you out to the Yule Ball?” Tom questioned, reaching out a hand to look at the beautiful flowers. “He has nice choice in flowers.”

“Actually,” Y/N said, stepped closer to the tall brunette, “I’m not the one who has to say yes. But, I’m hoping the person I’m asking will.”

Tom arched an eyebrow, confused and left in the dark.

“Tom Riddle, being your potions partner has been… interesting. It’s been chaotic, which is my favorite kind of fun. You are… amazing, and smart, and a great companion. So, Tom Riddle, despite me being a Gryffindor, will you make me so happy and go to the Yule Ball with me?”

“This is such a Gryffindor thing to do; the girl asking the boy out.” Tom plucked a flower from the bouquet, slightly grinning, “Y/N L/N, you are one amazing girl. I would be honored to be your date.”

Tom slowly tilted Y/N’s chin up and smiled.

“That’s… a yes, right?”

“It’s a yes.”

Malfoy practically tackled Tom. “My friend has a date! Tom finally has a date!”

The hallway burst into cheers and claps. Liza was especially happy. She bounced up to Y/N, hugging her tightly. Other people approached Y/N, joyfully congratulating her and patting her back. Her cheeks ached from smiling so much, but the adrenaline blocked out her pain.

Tom glanced at Y/N, pausing. He adored that glint in her eyes and he hoped it would be there for a long time to come.

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casasupernovas · 1 year

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sometimes i think about frustratingly surface level the books go into the death eaters and house slytherin, when literally everything about them holds the root to all the interesting stuff about the wizarding world.

#harry potter #slytherin #house black #house elves #regulus black #kreacher #severus snape #death eaters #horcruxes #occlumency #horace slughorn

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d-lioncourt · 10 months

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— Aesthetic: You got yourself into the Slug-Club —

"He used to handpick favourites at Hogwarts, sometimes for their ambition or their brains, sometimes for their charm or their talent, and he had an uncanny knack for choosing those who would go on to become outstanding in their various fields. Horace formed a kind of club of his favourites with himself at the centre, making introductions, forging useful contacts between members, and always reaping some kind of benefit in return..." — Description of the Slug Club

#hogwarts aesthetic #hogwarts houses #hp fandom #horace slughorn

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teaforthotxxx · 2 months

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Sometimes i wonder if alphard and slughorn f*cked

#alphard black #horace slughorn #most noble house of black #sirius black #regulus black #hogwarts

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mariekavanagh · 1 year

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one of my fav details about Sirius is that Slughorn calls him 'talented', presumably at potions. Which makes sense if he had inherited a bit of patience from his dad probably, but also: he liked it because Walburga was a good potioneer and it reminded him of her :(

Sirius is certainly a person of talent, considering he can effortlessly score perfect grades with very little effort. I'm sure that did also extend to potions. It's a shame that he didn't inherit a little more of his father's patience, he may even have been as good a potioneer as his mother one day. Of course Walburga is a very impatient person by nature, but I like to imagine potions as being the exception to that rule. She finds potion-making therapeutic and easily gets lost in the rhythm of carefully-counted stirs.

#sirius black #walburga black #orion black #horace slughorn #the noble and most ancient house of black #the black family headcanons #harry potter headcanons #asks #anon

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anotherseverussnapelover · 2 years

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Some thoughts about...

The different types of Slytherins.

Please remember that I'm neither a native nor fluent English speaker, so if you find any spell/grammatical mistake, feel free to correct me.

Okay, look. I think there is different types of Slytherins, and the Black sisters represent it all.

Andromeda left her family for love,

Bellatrix was cruel, and loved to inflict pain and torture people,

And Narcissa defied the Dark Lord for love.

But all three were, besides being pure-blood, proud and intelligent women, with a strong mind and a strong self-preservation instinct.

The "Bellatrix type" of slytherin is the most seen in the books because Harry faces the DE and/or Voldy in every book BUT !

What about the OTHER Slytherins ?!

From the year Andromeda first attended Hogwarts (1964) to the year Snape graduated (1979), more or less 140 students were sorted into the Slytherin house, so why isn't there much MORE DEs? I see so many ppl thinking that all Slytherins where evil, but why ? Where are those evil people you're talking about ?

It's seems that there is like 20 (at most! And not only Slytherins) active DEs in Voldy's inner circle, maybe more, among the 140 previously mentioned, and even considering that half of them became DEs, what about the other half ?

I assume they was way more Narcissa Type (NT) than Bellatrix TYPE (BT), and a very few Andromeda Type (AT).

All BT joined the DEs because, hey, they think they're the only true wizards worth using magic : pure blood, well breed, knows a lot about all type of magic, loves darks arts, and deeply believe that everyone else is inferior or deserves to die.

That includes Mulciber, Dolohov, Crabbe, Goyle and Malefoy. Btw, being a BT is more about being cruel/blood thrust than being clever.

They're rich, egocentrics pure-bloods, and you'll find them in high position in the ministry or running very lucrative inherited legal businesses which hides inherited less legal businesses.

(sorry, no gif for Andromeda)

All AT turned their back to all of this bullshit because they met someone "not worthy" they deeply loved or cared about who changed their pov about who's worthy or not. Also, they supposedly fought Voldy out of sight, by giving DEs wrong informations when they asked, leading them to traps, and be very good at "hide and seek". Self-preservation is one of the Slytherin's traits (the most important imo), and probably why they don't really like nor befriend Gryffindors.

I would put Slugghorn in this type of Slytherin, since he doesn't seem to care about blood, Théodore Nott who's been out of sight since COS, and Drago Malefoy at the very end.

They are very good at potion and spells, but not in a very creative way. They can be healers or potioneer (potionist ? What's that the right word ?), but more in an executive position.

The NT is the most common, since we know that every wizard or witch who think they're better than everyone is sorted into Slytherin. That includes the muggle-born and half-blood Slytherins. MB and HB who are sorted into Slytherins are those who's muggles relatives became violent to because of their magic (but this is another point I may write about in another post) and becoming proud of it was self-preservation instinct (you can escape your family but not your true self).

They are the most dangerous type : They're the most likely to turn against Voldemort and his followers (or anyone) if one of the ones they care about the most (said friend, lover, child) is threatened or worst, endangered, by any of them. But the important part there, is that they will do it in order to destroy the threat (not just stop it or escape from it) and in a way that no one will know where the betrayal comes from, using all the weapon they can find (even muggles ones).

They agree with Voldy's ideas, but won't necessarily get involved in his business, since they don't have the blood thrust of the BT and prefer using their brains rather than violence.

Besides Narcissa, Snape is in this (not so obvious at first but didn't joined the DEs out of blood thrust and ya know, saving his best friend), Blaise Zabini, Regulus Black and Lucius Malicious at the veeeeeeery end.

They can be very good healers (st mungo), and creative researchers (department of secrets, spells, potions).

Last point : you're no one to a Slytherin unless they say so, because letting someone know they likes/loves you is allowing you to know you they can be vulnerable and you become a potential danger.

Deviders by @firefly-graphics who does an amazing job ❤️

#severus snape #hp #narcissa malfoy #regulus black #lucius malfoy #slytherin #some thoughts about...#voldemort #death eaters #slytherin types #slytherin house #draco malfoy #all Slytherins are not evil #horace slughorn

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mytoesfelloff · 2 years

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It’s a shame that the most notable members of my house are all characters that I hate. Snape, Draco and Regulus are really fucking up my Slytherin pride 😒 but Bellatrix and Slughorn are making up for it so it’s ok

#harry potter #hp #anti draco malfoy #anti severus snape #anti snape #anti draco #and it makes me double mad that they all have some pretty cool names #slytherins #slytherin #slytherin house #hogwarts houses #bellatrix lestrange #pro bellatrix lestrange #horace slughorn #professor slughorn #pro slughorn

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carewyncromwell · 2 years

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“Mr. Know-It-All, Well, ya -- you think you know it all, But ya don't know a thing at all... Ain't it, ain't it something, y'all, When somebody tells you something 'bout you -- Think that they know you more than you do? So you take it down, another pill to swallow... Mr. Bring-Me-Down, Well, ya -- ya like to bring me down, don't you? But I ain't laying down, baby; I ain't goin' down! Can't nobody tell me how it's gonna be -- Nobody gonna make a fool outta me, baby...”

~“Mr. Know-It-All” by Kelly Clarkson

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In the journals she kept during her time at Hogwarts, Mia Flume outlined seven very good reasons why she would loathe Jacob Cromwell for all eternity. Outlined below are those such reasons:

1) He’s an insensitive prat who doesn’t care about anyone else’s well-being.

Hogwarts castle...could anything truly be more beautiful? Seeing the shadow of it in the distance from her home in Hogsmeade was one thing -- it was so much more imposing, being dwarfed and yet cradled in its shadow. Even looking at full pictures of it in Hogwarts: A History didn’t do the castle justice.

Mia couldn’t stop staring up in delight. She was so engrossed that she only really realized they’d arrived at the shore when the boat she was in came to an abrupt halt that made the whole vessel shudder back and forth.

“Whoa!”

Mia was just barely able to steady herself by grabbing onto the edge of the boat. The huge gamekeeper, Rubeus Hagrid, hoisted himself up and out of the little boat he’d ridden all by himself and held up his lantern, smiling jovially.

“Well, c’mon, then, yeh lot!” he said. “T’ th’ Great Hall we go!”

Her face bursting into an eager smile, Mia stumbled over her own feet, ready to climb out of the boat --

Unfortunately, at that very same moment, another boat had pulled up alongside hers. A boy a head smaller than her with curly dark hair leapt out before the boat had even stopped, and in his haste, his flailing arm ended up slapping right into Mia, knocking her backward.

“Wha -- ahhh!”

SPLASH.

Mia fell right out of the boat and into the water. It was really quite shallow, all things considered, since they were so close to the shoreline -- but she still ended up soaked head to toe.

Some of the other kids in the boats started to laugh while Mia sputtered, blinking rapidly as she moped her wet bangs out of her eyes.

“Hey!”

But the boy seemed completely oblivious -- he’d instead run on ahead to the castle, his mouth wide and smiling as his eyes ran over every tower and window with an oddly hungry expression.

The snooty-looking brown-haired boy who the rude curly-haired one had accidentally landed in the lap of before the journey even started shot Mia and then the other boy a rather bewildered expression before sidling more carefully out of the boat himself.

“Oi! You!” he called ahead. “You might want to look where you’re going!”

But the curly-haired boy seemed too giddy about the castle in front of him to properly take in the scene happening behind him. This much was obvious when he shot the biggest grin over his shoulder at no one in particular.

“I am looking where I’m going! And isn’t it brilliant? Just LOOK at it!”

He threw his arms open wide.

“The greatest school for magic in all of Great Britain -- arguably the world! And we’re here! Isn’t it brilliant?”

Hagrid couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at the boy’s enthusiasm. “Maybe, but yeh still oughta be mo’ careful there, Jacob.”

With one large hand, he scooped Mia up out of the water by the back of her drenched black robes. Mia glared irritably at Jacob, who still seemed perfectly oblivious of her even as she and the other snooty-looking boy came right up to walk alongside him.

With every step they made toward the castle, her shoes gave small squelching noises. Mia imagined putting a couple of live slugs inside this boy called Jacob’s shoes as payback, just to make herself feel better for having to walk up in front of the whole class in sopping wet clothes.

2) He’s an insufferable know-it-all who never shuts up.

Mia had really been looking forward to her classes. Sure, having to do homework would never be particularly fun, but she was still determined to do her very best and learn as much as she could. After all, Hogwarts’ professors were among some of the most talented witches and wizards in Wizarding Britain -- as much as she knew she was going to help work in her father’s store one day, she wanted to be a great witch. There was only so much she could learn about magic in Hogsmeade Village, helping in her father’s kitchen or visiting Zonkos -- she’d need a proper library, and proper professors, if she was going to learn as much as she could.

Unfortunately for Mia Flume, her classes were rather frequently interrupted by the curly-haired Ravenclaw airhead called Jacob Cromwell. Shockingly, though, it was not to disrupt the class or act out, like one would expect. No, whenever Jacob raised his hand to speak, it almost always turned into an intellectual diatribe.

“Professor, wouldn’t it be good to also study the Budge variation? I found a passage about it in the Library the other day, while doing some extra reading on the Shrinking Solution -- Zyment Budge adding more Shrivelfigs to increase its potency was just fascinating to read about, even if it was largely by accident. Though I can’t help but feel like one could help compensate for the texture of the daisy roots by adding in a splash more of leech juice than the normal recipe requires. Has anyone else tried that? Reckon we’d have to have a bezoar on hand, if we tried it now, just in case, but...”

Every time Jacob brought one of their classes to a halt with questions like this, Mia felt the strong urge to hex his mouth shut. And yet, somehow, most of the teachers actually enjoyed listening to Jacob prattle on.

Professor Slughorn seemed to look forward to Jacob having something to say about his classes and frequently chortled whenever he raised his hand. Professor McGonagall was so impressed with Jacob’s talent for Transfiguration that she even gave him a handful of private lessons. Professor Flitwick in particular -- who Mia worked really hard to try to impress, considering his position as conductor of the Frog Choir and his considerable talent at Wizard Dueling -- seemed to have rose-colored glasses on when it came to Jacob. The Charms professor would even reward Jacob with house points, whenever the boy rose his hand to slip in obnoxiously scholarly additions to his lectures.

Even some of their classmates had come to find it endearing, rather than obnoxious. Fellow Ravenclaw Olivia Green would often smile listening to Jacob go on, even if she wasn’t completely able to follow his thought process entirely, and sometimes interjected serene additions herself, if she felt up to it.

“It doesn’t seem very humane for animals to be used in Transfiguration anyway,” she said airily, after Jacob had gone off on a tangent about comparing the Transfiguration Formula to Muggle algebraic equations in the middle of their second year Transfiguration class. “If we transform a mouse into a snuffbox, aren’t we effectively killing it? It was alive, and now it’s not. Or is it still alive while it is a snuffbox? Wouldn’t that be scary, to be alive, but suddenly not be able to move?”

Duncan Ashe, the snooty-faced Slytherin who’d been so derisive of Jacob in the beginning, would still frequently roll his eyes and tell Jacob to shut his trap whenever he prattled on, but whenever Jacob would get distracted doing something else, he’d always peek over at Jacob when he wasn’t looking, unable to completely hide just how impressed he truly was from his face.

Mia, however, was far too irritated to be impressed. How could she be impressed with someone who loved hearing themselves talk so much that they couldn’t even shut up and let a professor do their job? He was a bloody show-off, that’s what he was. Nothing but an obnoxious, pig-headed show-off.

...Okay, maybe he was some other things too. But the point still stood.

3) He has the attention span of a goldfish, and the work ethic of one too.

All of the Flumes had been Hufflepuffs. Ambrosius had been one; his wife Jenie had been one; and sure enough, all three of their daughters ended up becoming Hufflepuffs, one right after the other. In ‘74, there was Tia; a year later, Mia; and then three years after that, Callie -- and all of them ended up receiving recognition for their amiability and good work ethic, which Horace Slughorn himself said they’d inherited from their father. Mia in particular had been determined to make her father and family proud -- she was widely considered to be the brightest of her sisters when she was young, and at school, that conclusion was echoed by her teachers. And with that combination of smarts and relentless, hard-working attitude, she was definitely the image of an ideal student.

And yet even with all that hard work, Mia seemed to always come up short. And a lot of that was once again thanks to Jacob Cromwell.

One day in particular, right after her OWL exam for Potions, Mia was so enraged that she went to go sulk in her older sister Tia’s bunk in her dorm rather than her own, hugging a pillow beside her chest and fighting back tears of anger and frustration.

“It’s not fair -- it’s just not FAIR!” Mia’s voice came out as a muffled, furious sob as she buried her face in her sister’s pillow. “The examiner was talking to me -- it was my exam, and I did everything perfect -- even the Polyjuice Potion! I grew some of those ingredients myself, just to make sure it’d be right!”

Tia’s brown eyes softened sadly. “Polyjuice? Mia...that must’ve have taken an entire month, for you to gather the ingredients...”

Mia choked back another sob. “Two! I had to pluck the fluxweed during the full moon, and I’d just barely missed it the first time...”

Tia brought a hand through her younger sister’s hair.

“But...then it sounds like you did everything perfectly,” she said reassuringly. “You’re bound to have gotten an O, on your OWL -- ”

“Yeah -- but right when Mr. Tofty was looking over my work and appraising it, he got distracted by Jacob Cromwell, off in the corner, taking over the bloody blackboard and drawing all sorts of shapes and lines all over it. Instead of brewing a potion like everybody else, that absolute prat decided to let his head fly off into the atmosphere as per usual, and he got distracted going on a long, meandering lecture about the chemical composition of bezoars, theorizing if one could apply the Muggle periodic table to potion antidotes! Everyone else was tearing their hair out, brewing the hardest potions imaginable to try to get top marks -- and this airheaded git who never studies for any test at all, not even the most important tests of our entire lives, gets heralded for being a Potions genius and is probably going to get an O for doing NOTHING AT ALL!”

She threw herself down on Tia’s bed, screaming into her pillow.

Mia didn’t feel well enough to go down to dinner that night, so Tia headed out to the kitchens to pick up some tea and toasties to cheer her younger sister up.

4) He thinks he’s better than everyone else and acts like it.

As much as Mia enjoyed her classes, what she enjoyed most of all were the extracurricular activities. She was part of the Frog Choir and Dueling Club herself, while her older sister Tia participated in the scholarly Sphinx and Hippogriff Clubs and her younger sister Callie ended up being a colorful and well-liked Quidditch commentator. Then of course all three Flume sisters were frequently invited to Professor Slughorn’s “Slug Club” meetings -- with how fond he was of their father as a student, he was quite interested in seeing how they would blossom, post-Hogwarts.

And yet, for all of his many talents and interests, Jacob Cromwell never joined in on any extracurricular activities. In fact, the first time Mia heard a classmate ask if he was attending the upcoming Quidditch match, Jacob’s face twisted into a dry, almost mocking smile.

“Why would I want to watch a bunch of meathead jocks chuck balls at each other? No thanks -- I’d rather do something that involves some real brain activity...”

His disdain of Quidditch and its accompanying parties seemed to expand to anything that was more on the social side. Jacob seemed perfectly disinterested in going to any school functions that involved dancing or small talk. Although Jacob seemed to really enjoy Slughorn as a professor, he never showed up for any Slug Club meetings, no matter how often Slughorn invited or guilt-tripped him. Professor Flitwick had even expressed sincere disappointment that Jacob spent so much time chasing after the Cursed Vaults, when he would’ve loved to have such a talented tenor as part of the Frog Choir.

And all this wasn’t even touching Jacob’s behavior at the Dueling Club.

The very first time he strutted in there, back in second year, Jacob brashly declared that he wanted to face the best duelist there. Since none of the older students wanted to wipe the floor with him, they instead paired Jacob off with one of Mia’s fellow Hufflepuffs -- the poor boy then proceeded to get his arse handed to him, when Jacob Transfigured a snake out of his wand and then -- once it’d gotten close enough to his opponent -- Transfiguring it again into a rope that wound itself around the other boy and made him fall over. Jacob Cromwell then went on to beat every other person at the Club so effortlessly that it was like he could read their moves before they made them. The time Mia actually decided to try to give Jacob some of his own medicine for a change by challenging him at the Dueling Club herself (not long after that disastrous Potions OWL exam), he ducked and blocked every single spell she threw at him with a smile, before tying her up in magical bandages so tightly she resembled a mummy and knocking her back-first into a suit of armor. It took a good fifteen minutes for Mia’s friends at the Club to cut her loose off all those bandages, afterwards.

And yet even with how good he was at Dueling, Jacob never joined the Club -- never came for meetings, never tried to bring in new members or tutor newer ones. He’d just strut in now and again, knock everyone around a bit, and then leave, presumably to find something else to entertain him.

Mia had never wanted to hex someone’s head into a pumpkin more in her life.

5) His temper’s so violent I don’t reckon anyone’s safe around him.

Interestingly, for as much as Jacob Cromwell clearly disdained parties, he did attend one, in Mia’s memory. It was a Winter Ball organized by the students -- the theme had been “fire and water,” so the Great Hall was decked out with a gorgeous ruby red chandelier and flowing blue streamers, and the tile floor under them rippled like sparkling blue waves even as the sun began to set through the tall windows. And really, it was probably one of the most fun events in Mia’s fourth year, considering it gave her the opportunity to have fun with both of her sisters and their friends at school, while also dressing up and enjoying lots of good food.

At least until Jacob Cromwell pushed Sharon Edgecombe into the punch bowl, knocking the whole rest of the table over in the process, and started a fight right in the middle of the dance floor.

Mia didn’t ever get the full story about what had happened -- but according to what Sharon had said, Jacob Cromwell had gotten it in his head that she was sweet on his “friend” Duncan Ashe, and in a fit of jealousy, he attacked her. Many students had a hard time believing that story, but Mia was ready to believe it. Jacob Cromwell had always been a reckless, entitled, childish sort -- it’d be totally in-character for him to lose his temper thinking this guy he was clearly head over heels for and yet didn’t bother committing to might be interested in someone pretty and popular like Sharon.

Both Jacob and Duncan had been escorted out of the party by Mr. Filch -- but just about everyone who’d been at the party that night decided right then and there that they would never pick a fight with Jacob Cromwell.

6) He breaks every rule in the book and never feels sorry.

If pressed, Mia would have to admit that she was something of a goody-two-shoes. It really wasn’t that she was afraid of getting in trouble for breaking rules -- it was really more that she saw very little reason to break the rules, just for the sake of breaking them. Very often a lot of those rules were very sensible and were there to try to keep everyone else safe. Even in the case of the silly ones, it seemed like the tiny gain that would come from gloating and “sticking it to the Man” would be outweighed by the punishment that would no doubt ensue. This was why even if Mia didn’t earn the Prefect badge herself for her house and year (there had been some concern among the staff that she’d be a bit biased in her enforcement of the rules, whether in favor of Hufflepuff or against certain other students of different houses), she still generally respected authority and didn’t needlessly antagonize anyone. She even ended up endearing Mr. Filch to her somewhat, after she offered to let him sample some of the chocolates that she’d made for the school staff one Valentine’s Day.

Jacob Cromwell, on the other hand, was anything but a rule-follower. In his tenure, he’d broken just about every school rule imaginable -- trespassing in forbidden corridors; breaking curfew; trekking through the Forbidden Forest unaccompanied; sneaking into Hogsmeade village and smuggling firewhiskey and butterbeer back into school; stowing away into other people’s common rooms; busting into the Restricted Section of the Library; casting magic in the corridors; smuggling in contraband; experimenting with dangerous potions and advanced magic; leaving school grounds without any oversight or permission; and so on. Even his uniform was in a constant state of disarray, with his collar undone, his shirt forever untucked, and his tie flapping free rather than under any kind of jumper or sweater.

And yet despite all this -- despite how unfair it was, that he could get up to so much trouble, all the time -- so much of the staff and student body couldn’t help but like Jacob Cromwell, for the work he and his friends did to try to help with the Cursed Vaults. And so, time and again, Jacob’s bad behavior continuously went unpunished -- which, in Mia’s opinion, perfectly explained why he continued to break more and more rules unabated, until he finally went way over the line.

7) He cared more about the Cursed Vaults than he did his own friends and family.

This was the most damning thing about Jacob Cromwell, to Mia Flume. For someone who somehow managed to endear so many people to him, even with how obnoxious, arrogant, rude, violent, condescending and overall aggravating he could be, he was still more interested in cracking the mystery of those stupid Cursed Vaults than he was actually being a decent friend, brother, son, or even human being.

Everyone was whispering in confusion and concern, when Olivia Green disappeared. Everyone interrogated Jacob and Duncan about it at the time, though neither of them could offer a proper explanation. Duncan had always removed himself from any discussion, clearly too wounded to talk about it. Jacob, on the other hand, would answer, but end up saying almost nothing.

“...I do know what happened to her.”

“It won’t be long.”

“She’s going to be okay. I promise.”

Over the course of their sixth year, both Jacob and Duncan’s behavior grew more erratic, but it was Jacob’s that got the student body whispering. It was around this time that he started leaving school grounds without permission or oversight -- he’d done it several times, presumably sneaking into Hogsmeade and then using the Floo Network to travel to and from. No one quite knew where he was going or what he was doing, but there were some pretty nasty rumors -- rumors he was skulking around Knockturn Alley...that he’d even been recruited by some old Death Eaters. Such rumors were given more steam when Albus Dumbledore ended up expelling Jacob -- something that, many suspected, was largely in part to the death of Duncan, who was found with the remnants of an experimental Erumpent Potion. Duncan Ashe would never have experimented with such dangerous potions, before befriending the likes of Jacob Cromwell...

And then, in the midst of all that -- in the midst of losing his best friend, of disgracing his family and himself -- Jacob Cromwell disappeared without a trace. Some said he left the country -- others, that he’d killed himself. Some claimed he’d joined You-Know-Who’s old supporters and was now skulking around Knockturn Alley with a completely new identity and face.

When Mia had heard about Jacob Cromwell’s disappearance, she’d felt no concern for him whatsoever -- but she had felt sorry for his family. No matter how much she’d daydreamed reading about adventures in far-off places as a kid, she’d learned that one could and should find happiness just where they are...and so she knew she would never in a hundred million years choose anything over her family.

It was a pity that Jacob Cromwell’s mother had such a heartless son. Mia couldn’t imagine hurting her mother so badly -- just disappearing without a word. Jacob had a little sister too, Mia seemed to recall -- he’d rambled about her more than enough times, over the years.

As if I ever would leave Callie alone, to fend for herself, she thought scathingly. As if I’d leave Tia alone!

And all because he just had to know what was up with those stupid Cursed Vaults. It had to be just karma, Mia told herself, that he finally got some proper come-uppance for putting so much value on something like that, over sticking by the people who cared about him -- over caring about other people and their feelings. It was a story of hubris, clearly -- a cautionary tale that should be used to ward people off from becoming anything like Jacob Cromwell.

But then he had to actually come back. He had to come back, somehow just as boyishly 18 as he was when he first disappeared -- and much to Mia’s ire, he kept popping up at the far corners of her life, almost taunting her, while always being just out of reach of her best hexes.

For these reasons and more, I swear here and now that I shall loathe Jacob Cromwell for all eternity.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #my writing #fanfiction #my fanfiction #jacob cromwell #hermia flume #duncan ashe #olivia green #filius flitwick #minerva mcgonagall #horace slughorn #hestia flume #rubeus hagrid #argus filch #yeah as you can probably tell mia has some legit reasons to resent jacob #largely fueled out of envy and pretty righteous frustration #but at the same time she's definitely predisposed to see only the worst in jacob #she may be a hufflepuff and their house may value fairness and justice #but mia has it so stuck in her head that jacob's a bad person that she sees justice as him having bad things happen to him #good people deserve good futures bad people deserve bad futures you know #and she is *not* fair to jacob half because she doesn't think he deserves compassion #and half because she thinks everyone else coddled him way too much and are way too easy to forgive him for his failings #basically this girl is a perfect fusion of gryffindor nobility hufflepuff loyalty ravenclaw brains and slytherin ambition #who chose her family first!! hence hufflepuff!

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Forbidden Love

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

Rating: 18+ Only

Word count: Over 5k

Tags: Acromantula, mentions of blood, death of a mythical creature, gore, angst, fluff, smut, bullying, broken bones, hippogriffs, unicorns, fluffy, centaurs, syringes, major character injury, near-death experience, age gap, teacher/18-year-old student relationship, unprotected sex, fingering, begging, forced reveal of feelings, forbidden forest, family drama, and I think that’s it.

Beta: @winecatsandpizza

A/N: This is a repost from one of my old Tumblr accounts. I altered the timeline a little to make this flow better. I realize that Gilderoy lost his memory during the Chamber of Secrets era. I also realize that Severus didn't take on the DADA teaching position until Harry's 6th year. I just wanted to make that clear for everyone. :) Enjoy!

"Hmm…difficult, very difficult. Mmm yes, lots of ambition and very loyal too. A hint of creativity, but you seem to mask it well with your bravery...”

As the sorting hat’s voice echoed throughout the Great Hall, your mind began to flood with the past week’s events.

It was the day after your eighteenth birthday when you discovered your Hogwarts letter. Your grandmother had been a great witch and even taught at Hogwarts after she finished her seventh year. From the moment you were born, she knew you were destined for good things. Your parents had forbidden her from using magic around you and even went so far as to hide your letter of acceptance on your eleventh birthday. It wasn’t until you were going through some of your childhood toys in the attic that you came across it.

The letter was stuck to the back of an old photo album, and the writing had nearly faded completely. You ran your fingers over the yellowing parchment, the tip of your index finger raising slightly as it slid over the sealing wax. You recognized the symbol immediately. Your grandmother had it all over her house, and you’d thought it to be your family’s crest. The wax gave way easily and you pulled the letter out as carefully as you could. Your heart began to race and your breath caught in your throat. The letter was for you! You had been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

You blinked and brought yourself back to reality, the hat seemed to be finishing up his assessment.

“...better make it...Slytherin!”

The table full of students to the far right of the hall erupted in cheer as you walked towards them. You took your seat and after the rest of the first years were sorted into their houses, the Headmaster approached the podium. He raised his hands and without saying a word, the whole room went silent.

“Welcome! Welcome, everyone! It is my great pleasure to start off a new school year with a few minor changes. As many of you know, Gilderoy Lockhart is no longer capable of teaching. It seems a memory charm backfired and he’s lost all memory of who he is. Be that as it may, I am very pleased to announce that our own Severus Snape will be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.”

Your eyes scanned the teachers at the head table and stopped when they landed on a man who looked slightly younger than the others. He stood and nodded ever so slightly before taking his seat again. Your gaze lingered on him as Professor Dumbledore continued on with his speech.

“Thus it’s only fitting that the one and only Professor Horace Slughorn takes Severus’ place as Potions teacher.”

Another professor stood up from the table and smiled as a round of applause reverberated off the walls.

“Now that we’ve determined who will be teaching what subject, I have an additional announcement to make. All students will refrain from entering the forbidden forest. Anyone who isn’t experienced enough to handle themselves will most certainly die a very horrible death. Now, without further interruption, let the feast begin!”

With a wave of his hand, the empty plates filled with a delicious-looking meal. You ate quietly as the other Slytherins talked and carried on. Every so often, you turned to look at the mysterious man with the all-black attire. Mysterious didn’t even begin to describe him. Even though it wasn’t classified as magic, you had always found yourself skilled in reading people.

He looked particularly confident, his shoulder-length, black hair bouncing slightly as he talked amongst the other teachers. There was just something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Was it pain? The very moment you thought the word to yourself, his eyes snapped up to yours. Horrified that you were caught staring, you quickly turned your attention to your plate. Had he read your mind?

Deciding not to dwell on it any longer, you continued eating your meal thinking about the new chapter in your life. Though you didn’t know much about Hogwarts and the world of magic, you did know that this house, in particular, had a bad reputation. Your grandmother was a Ravenclaw, and would sometimes divulge knowledge about the other houses. The one thing you remembered about Slytherin was that its founder believed only certain people should be allowed to attend this school and practice magic.

Purebloods.

You were the farthest thing from being a pureblood. In fact, you were what other witches and wizards would call a Muggle. That was another thing you learned from your grandma. Muggle was a term used to describe someone who had non-magic blood, or the less liked derogatory name, mud-blood. The fork in your left hand scraped across your plate as you pushed your food around aimlessly.

Why on Earth would the sorting hat put you in Slytherin?

Soon, dinner was over and the prefects led the students back to their respective common rooms. You followed the other female students to the girl’s dormitory and found your trunk and owl had already been brought in. Nova chirped and tilted her head when she saw you, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Miss me already, sweetheart? Well, I missed you too.”

The soft feathers on her head slid between your fingers while you talked to her. Even though she didn’t talk back, it was always nice to feel like someone was listening.

You settled on your bed and began drawing in your sketchpad as the other girls in your room talked amongst themselves. Their conversation hardly registered with you, your focus solely on the drawing of Nova you were currently working on. It wasn’t until one of the other girls tapped you on your shoulder that you noticed they were talking to you.

“Hellooo? Were you even listening to us?”

You set your sketch pad next to you on the bed and looked up at the three girls staring at you intently.

“S-Sorry, I didn’t realize you were talking to me. I was um … I was focused on my drawing.”

The girl closest to you rolled her eyes and huffed impatiently.

“I said, why aren’t you eleven like the other first years?”

There it was, the question you knew would be asked eventually. You just didn’t think you’d have to answer it this soon.

“My um… Well, I suppose it’s because my parents hid my acceptance letter from me.”

The one with the blonde hair began to laugh.

“Why that’s absurd. Why anyone would hide a Hogwarts letter from their child is beyond me. Unless… wait… are you, not a pureblood?”

A sudden feeling of shame overtook you and your gaze wandered to your lap, a loose string on your blanket became instantly more interesting.

“I-I… Well, no… I’ve got non-magic parents actually.”

The third girl scoffed. “Daphne, can you believe they let scum like this into our house?”

Blondie, who you presumed to be Daphne, snatched your sketchbook off the bed and tore it in two, and laughed. “Serves her right. Mud-bloods don’t belong in Slytherin.”

She drew her wand and pushed the tip into the skin of your throat making your whole body quake in fear.

“Listen up you vile little wretch, you’d better not lose us any house points if you value your life at all. Understand?”

Tears pricked your eyes as you nodded quickly. “Y-Yes… Yes, I-I understand.”

She removed her wand and the two other girls followed close behind as they left the room. Closing your eyes, you took a few deep breaths trying to slow the rapid beating of your heart. A few minutes later, you let out a shaky breath and began to clean up the remnants of your sketch pad. Luckily, this was a brand new one and Daphne hadn’t torn up anything too valuable.

Once you were finished, you slipped on your shoes and held out your arm to Nova. She chirped happily and sidestepped to your shoulder. Staying in your room anywhere near the other Slytherin girls was the last thing you wanted to do, so you decided to explore the castle grounds a little before bed. After all, it was only Friday night, and classes didn’t start for another two weeks.

The crisp, fall air licked at your skin the moment you stepped out into the courtyard. It felt good to breathe the fresh air and you suspected that Nova felt the same. She immediately took flight and let out a happy screech. Part of you envied her. Being able to soar as high as the clouds away from all the negativity was something you could only dream of doing.

You wandered around the castle grounds until you spotted a hut nestled at the edge of a tree line. The stone exterior and the pointed roof reminded you of the fairytales your parents used to read as bedtime stories when you were little. Light grey smoke billowed out of the chimney and you could faintly hear someone humming. Curiosity got the better of you, and you soon found yourself at the foot of the steps.

Before you could knock, the front door swung open and none other than Hagrid looked down at you.

“Why ‘ello there, lass! Teh what do I owe yeh the pleasure?”

You’d only known him for a few hours, but you could tell that Hagrid had a big heart and good intentions.

“I just needed some fresh air that's all. Things are… a bit much in my house.”

Hagrid studied you as you spoke. It didn’t take a genius to know something was bothering you, and he saw right through the fake smile plastered on your face.

“Why don’t yeh come in fer a spot of tea? I can tell something is troublin’ yeh.”

It became a sort of routine, the evenings you’d spend with the Hogwarts groundskeeper. After Hagrid had learned the way the other Slytherins were treating you, he’d made it clear that you could spend the night in his spare room any time you needed to. You insisted on paying him for his hospitality, but he always refused. All he had ever asked in return was help taking care of the mythical creatures. Most would probably view it as a chore, but you found it extremely therapeutic.

Friday evening before school started, you noticed Hagrid was missing from the teacher’s table. After dinner, you jogged along the path to his house and noticed the lights inside his hut were off.

Hmm...that’s weird, you thought to yourself.

Normally, he’d be making a pot of tea right about now. Tentatively, you walked up the steps and lightly knocked on his door.

“Hagrid? Hey, are you home? It’s Y/N…” You tried the door, and it opened easily. “Hagrid? I’m coming in…”

Fang peeked at you over his paw and yawned lazily. Other than the glow of the fire, nothing showed signs that he was home. As quietly as you could you walked to the back towards his bedroom. There, wrapped up in blankets and looking beyond miserable, was the half-giant himself.

“Oh, Hagrid… what’s the matter? You look like you feel awful.”

He coughed and sneezed a few times before blowing his nose into a hankey. His skin was clammy, and he looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

“I’m sick, lass. Yeh shouldn’t come near me if ye know what’s good fer ya.”

Out of instinct you put the underside of your wrist against his forehead and grimaced.

“Hagrid, you’re burning up! Come on! We have to get you to Madame Pomfrey.”

You helped him stand and carefully started to lead him toward the castle. It took nearly fifteen minutes, but finally, you were able to get him to the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey motioned to a bed and helped you lay him down. She insisted that she keep him overnight so she could monitor him, but Hagrid was having none of it.

“No! Absolutely not! I can’t stay ‘ere overnight. Who’ll feed Fang an all me other beasts? Buckbeak ain’t the nicest Hippogriff when he’s missed a meal yeh know.”

Your hand came down to cover his as you looked him in the eyes.

“Hagrid, please...stay here and let Madame Pomfrey take care of you. I’ll take care of feeding them tonight, okay? It’s not like I haven’t helped you make your rounds for the past week and a half.”

The groundskeeper sighed with defeat and nodded.

“Alright Y/N, I’ll stay an let yeh take care o’ my pets, but yeh have ta promise me you’ll be careful.”

You gave him a soft smile and stood to smooth out your robes. “Don’t worry, Hagrid. I’ll be quick and efficient just like you taught me. I even made myself a list so I remember which animal eats what as well as where they’re all located. I’ve got this!”

Before he could change his mind, you hurried out of the room and back to his hut to grab what you needed. According to the list, you had five different species to feed tonight. The unicorns, Buckbeak the hippogriff, Fluffy the three-headed dog, the centaurs, and Aragog the acromantula.

None of these mythical beasts ever acted like they were harmful, but they weren’t to be taken lightly either. Not to mention you were with Hagrid every time you’d fed them before. After loading up the bags with their food, you made sure you had your wand before approaching the edge of the forest. It didn’t matter what time of day it was, the shadow from the trees always made the forest dark and a thin layer of mist lingered near the forest floor.

Fluffy was first on your list. His doghouse was about fifty feet within the forest. Brandishing your wand, you cast Lumos Maxima and took the trail to the west. A few minutes later, you could hear light snores echoing off the trees. Making sure you had the three slabs of meat at the ready, you whistled to get the giant beast’s attention.

"Fluffy! I got you some dinner!"

The dog's left head yawned enthusiastically and you couldn't help but chuckle.

"Alright, that's enough sleeping. It's time for some yummy meat!"

The middle head began to growl and bare its teeth at you while the one on the right shook its head back and forth violently.

"There we go, nice and easy…" You slowly got closer and gently set the slabs of meat within his reach before backing off."

You stuck around long enough to make sure he saw the food and then walked north towards the part of the forest where unicorns made their homes. It surprised you to learn that they preferred witches over wizards. Hagrid had told you that they were very fast, so much so that they could outrun a werewolf.

Instead of trying to seek them out, he set up feed pails around their homes and filled them with food. As you were filling the pails, you saw a golden blur out of the corner of your eye. It startled you at first, but then you remembered Hagrid telling you that unicorn fouls were gold in color.

Staying completely still, you waited until it poked its head out from behind the tree.

"Hi, sweetheart. You want some food?"

At the mention of food, the foul whinnied and slowly approached your outstretched hand. It broke your heart that these beautiful creatures were nearly extinct. You gave light scratches to the tufts of fur behind its ears, the serene moment nearly making you forget where you were.

After hand-feeding the baby for a few minutes, you quickly filled the rest of the pails before heading towards the centaurs. Hagrid always made sure you remembered how proud the centaur breed was. They didn't like to be classified as "beasts" along with thestrals, merfolk, or werewolves. They also ate both human and equine food.

It was a good thing you remembered to grab both types. You didn't want to upset them at all, let alone do so without Hagrid around to protect you. As you approached their den, a familiar face came to greet you.

"Good evening, Y/N."

Firenze stood tall as he looked down at you, his unwavering gaze making you a bit nervous.

"H-Hey! Sorry, it took me a bit to get here. Hagrid isn't feeling well, and I had to take him to the hospital wing."

The creature nodded and uncrossed his arms.

"That's quite alright. I see you brought my colony dinner."

You offered a smile and held out two big knapsacks of food. "I did! I wasn't sure what you would prefer so I came bearing a variety of things...I-I hope that's okay."

Firenze chuckled and placed one of his large hands on your shoulder. "That's very kind of you, Y/N. Please give Hagrid my best. I do hope he recovers quickly."

With a nod and a wave, you watched him until he was out of sight.

Adjusting the bag on your shoulder, you turned east and walked in the direction of the area Buckbeak frequented. You’d come to love the Hippogriff ever since Hagrid introduced you to him. It only took you about five minutes to navigate the trail before you could hear the excited bleats coming from a group of trees. Making sure to stop the moment you crested the hill, you made eye contact with Buckbeak and bowed low.

The Hippogriff turned and tilted its head momentarily and then bowed in return. You took the dead ferrets out of the bag and tossed them in the air for him to catch. When you ran out he nudged the side of your face and chirped happily.

“Yes, I love you too, Beaky. You’re a good boy!”

Kissing his beak sweetly, you bade him goodnight and walked south toward the heart of the forest. Time to feed the final species on your list.

Aragog.

Even though they were capable of human speech, acromantulas were the one beast you had a fear of. As you approached Aragog’s lair, hundreds of tiny spiders crawled on the ground next to you. Taking a few deep breaths to compose yourself, you crept into the pitch-black den with your senses on high alert. At the heart of it sat the beast himself.

“Who dares to come into my home?”

With a shaky hand, you reached into your bag and quickly pulled out a dead fox as an offering.

“A-Aragog? It’s um…it’s Y/N, the one who has been coming with Hagrid to feed you. I have umm… I have some birds and foxes for you.”

The large arachnid stalked closer to you, its eyes like black holes as it seemed to stare into your soul.

“Yes… the young fleshy girl who claims to be a friend of Hagrid. Tell me, where is my keeper? What have you done to him?”

The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end and your fight or flight instincts began to kick in.

“I-I-I didn’t do anything to him. He… he isn’t feeling well and I told him I’d come and bring you dinner…”

You hadn’t realized you were backing up until your heel caught a crooked root poking through the ground. Pain shot through your ankle as you fell against the floor of the den. Aragog clicked his fangs together and you flinched as his voice boomed around you angrily.

“I don’t believe you! I’ve known Hagrid for over fifty years, and not once has he missed a feeding!”

As graceful as your sprained ankle would allow, you scrambled to your feet and dumped the dead birds and foxes on the ground in front of you.

“H-Here’s your food… I… I’m just gonna go…”

The venom from his fangs began to drip on the ground as he moved even closer to you.

“Go? Oh, I don’t think so, friend of Hagrid. Those foxes and birds may sate my son's and daughter's hunger, but they won't satisfy me."

Ignoring the throb in your injured foot, you clambered out of the den as fast as you could. Branches swatted you in the face as you sprinted toward Hagrid's hut. Aragog was hot on your heels as the castle grounds became more and more visible. Just a few more feet and you'd be safe.

A rotted tree trunk caught your eye, but it was too late for you to avoid it. You hit the ground with a sickening thud, your wrist that broke your fall was surely broken. Turning to face the fastly approaching acromantula, you pleaded for him to stop.

"Aragog, please! ….I...I didn't do anything to Hagrid… please don't hurt me!"

The giant spider loomed over you, its fangs clicking together violently.

"Goodbye, friend of Hagrid…"

You let out a blood-curdling scream as its pincers tore into your flesh, the moonlight fading away until you slipped into unconsciousness.

Nights were usually the time Severus took to think. It was his free time, save for the occasional disobedient student wandering the corridors. He'd just walked past the open courtyard when a small owl flew down to land on his shoulder.

"Get off me you insolent bird!"

It let out a screech and circled him before settling on his other arm.

"Merlin’s beard, what is it that you want?!"

Just as he was about to send it away, he noticed a small charm bracelet attached to the owl's left leg. Curious, he cast Lumos and read the inscription.

Name: Nova Jane

Property of: Y/F/N Y/L/N

"I see...you're the property of the new Slytherin girl. Go on then! Go back to the dormitory."

Nova nipped at the buttons on his sleeve and screeched loudly. Just as Severus was about to scare it off, your scream echoed throughout the castle grounds.

"Take me to her! Now!"

Nova took flight and soared in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. Severus ran as quickly as he could, his robes flowing behind him like a cape. His heart thundered against his chest as he broke through the treeline.

The moment he saw Hagrid's acromantula towering over you, he drew his wand and aimed for its head.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

The spell sent Aragog catapulting backward, its body falling lifeless against the base of a large tree.

Seeing you lying there motionless made his blood run cold.

"Oh, Merlin…no no no..."

He sank down in the mud and put two fingers against your neck, a breath of relief falling from his lips when a faint pulse fluttered against them. His eyes scanned your body, worry prickling his skin at the number of deep cuts you had. He knew you wouldn't survive if he didn't act now.

With a shaky hand, he pointed his wand to the deep gash in your abdomen.

"Vulnera sanentur…"

A glow illuminated from it and within seconds it was as if the wound never existed. He did the same for the other large wounds as well as your wrist and ankle before lifting you into his arms. He may have stopped the bleeding, but you still had the acromantula's venom flowing freely in your veins. He only had a few minutes to reverse the toxins.

Closing his eyes, he apparated to his sleeping chambers and gently laid you on his bed. Severus worked quickly to mix up the antivenom. Once it was mixed properly, he used a syringe to inject it into all of your main arteries.

It became a waiting game. You'd lost a lot of blood, nearly too much, and all Severus could do now was hope you'd wake up. He found himself pacing, checking your pulse every so often to make sure you were still breathing. Eventually, the adrenaline in his body wore off, and it made him realize how tired he was.

He shed his robe, toed his shoes off, and with a snap of his fingers, a fire began to crackle and pop in the fireplace. He sat and pondered to himself. What was he supposed to do with you? It wasn't like he could take you to Madame Pomfrey now. Not after he'd healed you the best he could. Plus, he was sure the other Hogwarts staff would question him on why he took you back to his chambers. Honestly, he wasn't even sure why he'd done it. He acted on pure instinct.

His gaze wandered over to where you were laying. Severus felt himself relax upon seeing your chest rise and fall. He'd done it. He'd saved you. His eyes began to get heavy as he listened to your soft breathing. Unable to stay awake any longer, he let sleep consume him.

The smell of tea filled your nostrils as you tried to recall where you were. Last night's events flooded your mind and your eyes immediately snapped open.

Scanning the room, your brows furrowed in confusion. This wasn't the hospital wing, and it definitely wasn't Hagrid's. You sat up, your back against the headboard, and scanned your exposed skin. Other than a few bruises, there wasn't any sign of injury on you at all. Had it all been a dream?

The sound of the door opening brought you out of your thoughts. Your eyes widened at the sight of your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher carrying a teacup and saucer.

"Oh, you're up. Good." He strode over and set the cup down on the nightstand next to you. "Drink this. It'll help you feel better."

You blinked up at him, your eyes staring into his obsidian ones. Even though he wore a scowl ninety percent of the time, your professor wasn't bad looking. In fact, you found him quite attractive. His form-fitting robes with all those buttons and his confidence drew you in almost immediately.

It was then that you remembered he'd spoken to you. Forcing your brain to form words, you stuttered out a response.

"I...um…th-thank you, Professor…"

His stone-faced expression didn't waver as he sat down on the comforter next to you.

"Why, Y/N? Why would you put yourself in danger like that?! You could have been killed! Merlin, if it wasn't for your insolent bird, you would have been!"

You focused on your lap, your cheeks red with shame.

"M'sorry… I was just t-trying to help Hagrid fe-"

You slapped your hand over your mouth and internally cursed yourself. Hagrid made you promise not to tell anyone you were helping him, and here you've almost told none other than Professor Snape!

"Go on…"

Shaking your head, you moved to get off the bed.

"I… I can't… Thank you for saving me, Professor. I'll just be going…"

His firm hand came to rest on your thigh and with little force, he pushed you back down onto the bed.

"Listen to me, Y/N. I'm your Head of House. Either you tell me what you were doing in that forest, or I'll make you tell me."

The demand in his tone sent shivers down your spine. It really should be a sin to have a voice like his.

"I-I...um…"

Severus rolled his eyes and stood to walk across the room. He came back with a vial, with a small amount of liquid in the bottom.

"Know what this is?"

You shook your head.

"This is Veritaserum. Three drops of this, and it'll make you spill your darkest...of secrets…"

You watched as he poured the small amount of liquid into a glass of butterbeer.

"Drink…"

Instead of obeying his orders you grabbed the teacup off the saucer and swallowed its contents.

"Thank you, Professor, but I’m no longer thirsty and I don't like butterbeer."

For the first time since you arrived at Hogwarts, his lips gave a hint of a smile.

"It's no matter. What do you suppose I did with the rest of the serum, hm?"

All the color drained from your face, your mouth opening and closing like you were a fish out of water.

"The tea…"

Your professor chuckled, "Yes, the tea. Now, tell me, what were you doing in the Forbidden Forest after curfew?"

You couldn't stop them. It was as if you were possessed. The words came flowing out of you on their own accord.

"I was helping Hagrid feed his mythical creatures. He's in the infirmary sick and I offered to do it so he didn't have to."

Severus narrowed his eyes. "How long have you been doing this?"

You swallowed thickly. “Since the first day of school. Some of the other Slytherin girls were bullying me so I went for a walk. It was then that I formally met Hagrid. He offered me his spare bedroom, and I’ve been sleeping there ever since…”

He rose to his feet and began pacing again, his hands behind his back. “And he lets you stay...for free?”

“I can stay as long as I help him tend to the mythical creatures that live in the forest. He taught me everything he knows and I help him with feedings.”

Severus stopped and turned to face you. “Did you ever think of coming to me for help with the bullying? I am the Head of Slytherin you know.”

Oh, how you wished you could hold back the words threatening to escape. No matter how hard you tried, it was no use.

“I was too nervous to come to you, Professor.”

He raised an eyebrow, his hands fidgeting out in front of him. He knew his presence intimidated most of the children attending Hogwarts, but he decided to use this to his advantage.

“Obviously...And why, do you suppose, I make you so nervous, Y/N?”

“I suppose it’s because I’m in love with you.”

Your response came out just above a whisper, but he still heard every word. Out of every scenario in his mind, Severus did not expect you, a young woman, to say that. For a rare moment in his life, he was rendered speechless. It took him a moment to collect himself, but once he did he noticed your face was buried in your hands. Merlin, help him, you were crying and it was all his fault.

He slowly moved to where you were laying and sat down so he was at your level. Without giving it any thought, he pulled you into his chest and began rubbing small circles on your back to soothe you.

“Merlin, what was I thinking? I shouldn’t have forced the truth out of you like that. Please...forgive me.”

You clutched at his robes and moved your tear-filled eyes to his.

“I forgave you the moment it happened, Professor.”

A few silent moments passed between the two of you and he continued to hold your gaze. Severus was the first to move. Ever so slowly, he leaned down to capture your lips.

His mouth melded with yours perfectly, and he didn’t stop until his lungs demanded it. Your eyes closed, your forehead coming to rest against his.

“Professor I-”

He silenced you with another chaste kiss. “Severus…Call me Severus, Y/N.”

“Please Severus…make love to me.”

His resolve broke the moment the plea fell from your lips. Severus gently laid you back and gently rid you of your tattered robes. His calloused hands slid over your smooth skin making your breath hitch. He peppered kisses down into the crook of your neck, his path moving to the space between your breasts.

“S-Severus...please…need you…”

He nipped playfully at your jaw and sat up slightly to take his shirt off.

“Patience, Y/N… I’ll take care of you.”

Once he was bare before you he made his way between your legs. His touch was tentative, his fingertips brushing your folds gingerly. He circled your clit making you arch off the bed.

“Oh, Merlin!... Fuck!”

Severus chuckled and slid two of his fingers inside you curling them upwards.

“Bloody hell, you’re soaked, Y/N…”

He easily found the sensitive spot inside of you, the coil in your core winding tighter and tighter with each passing second.

“Please! Oh…shit… Se-Severus! M’gonna cum… please… please make me cum!”

His cock twitched at your words, precum leaking from the tip.

“Let go, Y/N...cum for me…”

With a cry of his name, you fell over the edge. Your chest heaved as you pulled him up for a heated kiss.

“Need you, Sev. Need you inside me. Please…”

As carefully as he could, Severus lined himself up and pushed into you.

“Merlin, you’re so tight!”

His thrusts were steady and his kisses were fervent as he made love to you.

“Oh, fuck! Sev! Oh, you’re so good… so good, baby…”

Both of you wanted it to last, but it was clear you both needed the release more.

“Y/N, I won’t last much longer like this… you feel amazing...so amazing.”

You slid your fingers through his thick hair and pulled his mouth down to yours. “Cum with me, Severus…”

A moment later, both of you soared into bliss together. His lips rested against your own and his body shook as he spilled into you, your walls clenching around his cock. Severus was spent as he settled behind you, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist.

“Y/N, I need to know you’re okay with this...with us…”

Threading your fingers with his, you planted a sweet kiss on the back of his hand.

“Severus, our love may be forbidden, but I’d choose you no matter what it cost me. I’ll take you as you are. Your highs, your lows, all of it. I’ll love you until my last breath.”

He turned you in his arms and cupped your cheek.

“I never thought I’d ever love another. Not after Lily, but seeing you in the forest like that sparked something in me. Something I haven’t felt for nearly fourteen years. I’ll spend forever protecting and loving you.

As your eyes grew heavy, you felt a new sense of worth. Coming to Hogwarts was something you’d only dreamed of growing up. The moment you found your acceptance letter, you knew your life would change. You never thought you’d find someone to love here, but for once you were happy, and that’s all you’d ever wanted.

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The Avarice Files (I) | Regulus Black

Series Synopsis: Boundless uncertainty ensues when you’re tasked to complete a mission requiring time travel for the Ministry. The best part? Your partner, acclaimed hero of the Great Wizarding War, Regulus Black, a man who was supposed to be long dead.

Part II / Series Masterlist

Pairing: Regulus Black x GN!Reader

Notes: Not canon compliant. The synopsis has been edited to be more succinct!

Soft clicks emit throughout the sterile hallway, bouncing from the glossy black tiles and toward the arching ceiling as you pace toward the imposing steel doors. The two guards stationed on either side of the thick barrier give you a nod of acknowledgment as you feel your new badge pulse in your pocket, the intangible magic colliding with the intricate mechanisms of the doors.

The stirring of gears and locks echo between the three of you until both slabs of steel soundlessly swing open, immediately gracing you with a gust of cool air. The outstretch of navy carpet swirls across your vision as the pitch-black ceiling and walls siphon away any excess color. To your right, a large succession of trimless mirrors reflects the beams of white light on the ceiling, lining the walls up until the large desk rooted at the extremity of the room.

“Welcome, Agent.”

The rumbling voice snaps you from your reverie as your eyes fall upon the stern face of your new boss, his staggering figure nearly washed away by the layers of black robes adorning him.

“Unspeakable Gawdry,” you greet with a level tone, inclining your head to the side as you briskly make your way to him. “I’m afraid that it's now, former agent, sir.”

Your light correction fails to faze him as his mouth remains in a firm line, gloved hands splaying themselves across his speckless desk as he moves to sit down on his leather chair. “Actually, agent, I believe such a title will be suitable for your duties here.”

“Sir?” You trail off, standing across from him as your fingers itch to fiddle with your holstered wand.

“Now, you didn’t think someone of your caliber would be a mere office assistant, did you? Your skillset on the field is the reason why I accepted you to be my new assistant, Agent.” Gawdry continues, pulling out one of his drawers without looking away. “It’s those skills that I intend to put to use.”

Before you’re able to respond, the man slides a clipped folder toward you, eyebrows raising as he gestures for you to read through it.

Tentatively grasping at the folder, you flip through the countless pages with a frown.

Daily Prophet: Defected Death Eater Dies!

— September 8, 1979

Second son of Walburga and Orion Black and Heir of the Noble House of Black, Regulus Black, has unexpectedly died. Just two weeks since the fall of You-Know-Who, reports from Albus Dumbledore himself confirm the young Black’s prior involvement with aiding the Light side against Death Eater forces. The Hogwarts headmaster conveyed that the young Black’s help was integral to the armistice and defeat of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Young Regulus Black, described as a profound force in the classroom by Potions Professor, Horace Slughorn, is said to have fallen into critical condition shortly after his defection. Before succumbing to his fate, the young wizard outlined crucial information that was imperative to concluding the miasma of carnage.

“It is truly a deep tragedy to watch such a bright mind gradually wither away. With Mr.Black’s death, we must be vigilant in our future struggles against great darkness.” – Albus Dumbledore

“The loss of such a capable wizard… It is unforgivable. Really, the loss of so many courageous wizards and witches, it is an insurmountable grief for many years to come.” – Minister Mangum

Dear readers, in times of celebration for the new era, we must also keep our fallen in our hearts. The fate of the House of Black remains uncertain, but Regulus Black’s tremendous sacrifice must not be forgotten.

(Turn to page 5 for exclusive interviews with Arnold Vall)

You heave out a small sigh at the flimsy clipping, remembering the day you read the very same article at your dinner table. However, it is not the aged Daily Prophet snippet that renders you speechless, but the stack of papers underneath it– papers you recognize from the Auror Department: an agent’s composite mission profile.

Regulus Arcturus Black (b.1961 – )

“Death’s Herald”

Service: 1980 – Present

Status: Active

Completed Assignments: 501

01.25.80 - 02.29.80: Recovery of Helena’s Trove. Calais, France.

03.02.80 - 03.05.80: Rescue of Auror Tinsley. Birmingham, England.

03.08.80 - 03.24.80: Capture of Antonin Dolohov & Augustus Rookwood.

03.30.80 - 04.16.80: Capture & disposal of [redacted].

04.22.80 - 04.23.80: Disposal of Reginold Flint.

04.26.80 - 04.29.80: Disposal of Pyrites Ingrim II.

05.02.80 - 05.02.80: Disposal of Leon Wilkes.

05.06.80 - 05.07.80: Disposal of [redacted] Org.

05.11.80 - 05.14.80: Disposal of Henry Binns

07.15.90 - Pending: Retrieval of [redacted]

Your eyes are practically bulging from their sockets as you peer up, the fine text of dates and the slew of disposal, disposal, disposal causing your eyes to dry. “Sir? I don’t understand… Regulus is–”

“Alive and well, Agent.” He softly cuts you off, licking his lips as he awaits your onslaught of curiosity.

Alive and well and the bloody Death Herald. The hottest topic of debate amongst all ranks of Aurors in your former department. Elusive, unforgiving—and apparently, actually a real person.

You nearly huff out a disbelieving laugh, slowly shutting the folder in your hands as you persevere in your denial, “How is that possible?”

“Agent Black was immediately enrolled into the Ministry’s witness protection program for high-profile individuals after his… death as per the request of Albus Dumbledore. He has been handling a number of top Auror missions since.” Gawdry explains, hands clasping together as his words slice through the air with a suffocating revelation.

“Disposal missions.” Killing people. Though, you eschewed the unambiguous words, not eager to ruffle your boss’ feathers so early into your career.

Gawdry cracks a wry smile at your comment— as if reading your mind, and hums in confirmation. “Ten years of it. An adept adversary, I pity anyone who finds themself at the end of his wand. He’s the Ministry’s greatest weapon. Such information is highly classified, only high ranking officials and leaders are aware of this fact, so it would be unwise for you to break your code of silence on this, Agent.”

“Sure, right, no problem. And these redacted parts?” You cough out, a migraine beginning to bloom across your temples.

The man clicks his tongue and leans back in his chair, “Above your pay grade, Agent.”

“Right.” Your dejectedness weighs on your shoulders as you will your eyes to stay locked on him.

He raises a finger and clears his throat, “With the exception of the last one.”

Before you can press further, a familiar jingle of clicking locks reverberates across the room. Turning around, you narrow your eyes as a tall figure begins to strut into the room without a word. You swallow harshly as you survey the approaching individual, taking note of their dark hooded cloak and fitted apparel. A field agent. Clothes for mobility. Agile, controlled movements. Tense, cautious posture. It was all a dead giveaway—it was like looking at a reflection of yourself, really.

As the person grows closer to you, you blink rapidly as you realize they’re wearing a mask that enshrouds their entire face. The white face covering is streaked with grey lines, enhancing the expressionless slant of its lips. A warm prickle on the back of your neck draws your attention away from the ivory ridges and toward the blazing green eyes that were now locked on your gobsmacked face.

“Great timing, Agent Black.” Gawdry rises from his seat and nods toward the newcomer, ignoring your ticked jaw as you silently look back to him for an explanation.

Your shoulders stiffen as Agent Black halts beside you, an aura of indifference radiating from him. You’re suddenly conscious of the way his body heat emanates toward you, how he vaguely nods at Gawdry’s words, and how he seems to be assessing you from the corner of his eye as well.

The infamous Death Herald was beside you, and he also happened to be Regulus bloody Black. The very same Regulus who you silently mourned all those years ago, the Regulus Black who you admired from afar during your school days—

“As I was saying before, there is a new assignment. One that you will both complete together.” Gawdry’s eyes are dim, a few stress lines clinging to his forehead as he shuffles out a thick packet.

Regulus crosses his arms and clears his throat, “It requires two of us? I am capable of doing it alone.”

—the same Regulus that you wanted to hex at that very moment.

Your eyebrows fly into your hairline as you muffle a scoff, slightly tilting your head toward him as you bite out an acerbic retort. “Apparently not, seeing as we’re both standing here.”

Regulus merely glances at you before peering at Gawdry for an answer, intent on dismissing your irritation. Your boss appraises you with clear amusement before his stern mask falls back into place as he swiftly slides the packet toward you both, “We are aware of your competence, Agent Black. However, your partner here is trained specifically for retrieval and infiltration assignments.” Gawdry pauses and glances at you, “As well as issues involving our time space.”

If you weren’t still reeling from your previous bristling thoughts, you would have preened a bit at your boss’ words, flattered that he seemed to be backing you. Though, this only encouraged the tiny pride-gremlin in your chest— because take that Black! You’re completely out of your depth at the Department of Mysteries.

You step forward first and pull the hefty envelope toward you, wasting no time in undoing the string tie. “No use dawdling.” You mutter, feeling two pairs of eyes burning into your head.

As you reach inside the packet and grasp at the stack of papers, your eyebrows furrow once you realize there are three separate folders inside. Bringing the first folder under the light, you nearly roll your eyes as you practically feel Regulus craning to read it, stubbornly refusing to move closer to you.

You wordlessly maneuver the contents in between you both, opting to return your attention to Gawdry as Regulus softly tugs out one of the folders from your hand. “A time travel assignment, boss?”

Gawdry nods and cracks his knuckles, “An assignment our Department has been piecing together for years. A few spins of a time turner, in-and-out with the relics. Our recon crew finally cracked down on most of the significant information, so we’ve assigned the best of the best to complete it.”

“Are you buttering us up because we’re marching toward imminent doom?” You ask, tone inflated with amusement.

Regulus remains silent, but lifts his head up imperceptibly to look at Gawdry. The older man glances between you both before humming, “It is an urgent assignment and undoubtedly, a risky one.”

“Well, interfering with time is never a simple matter.” You answer plainly, hands moving to hug the remaining two folders to your chest.

“When do we start?” Regulus’ steely voice takes you by surprise, the rough tone still foreign to your ears.

Gawdry leans back and fixes him with an unwavering stare, “Preferably now. It is a time sensitive case, so I expect you both to work together seamlessly.”

Forbearance embraces you tightly as you nod, already mentally outlining how to work around Regulus’ one-note, detached attitude on the field. Despite that, you had to give him credit, a decade of solitude and bloodshed was bound to foster such apathy, and you weren’t sure you could survive what he did.

Regulus spins on his heel without a word, beginning to make his way toward the towering doors as you remain rooted to your spot. Gawdry’s eyes remain on Regulus’ retreating figure as he acknowledges you, “Yes, Agent?”

“Is this going to be a fixed partnership?” Your fingers twitch in anticipation as you hear the doors click shut behind you.

“That remains to be seen. There is a lot on the line so I’ll be direct, Agent,” Gawdry pauses before finally looking at you, “this was supposed to be a solo assignment, but at the insistence of Head Auror Chao, I accepted her request to let Agent Black tag along.”

“You mean that this was originally my assignment?” You gape in surprise, barely processing that your former boss was single handedly responsible for Regulus’ presence.

“Yes. It is quite beneficial for me, don’t misconstrue. Such a case rightfully belongs to the Department of Mysteries, but without a qualified Unspeakable to carry out the brief…” Gawdry explains, nodding as your eyes light up in realization.

“Then it would have been given to the Auror Department.” You finish with a hum, shuffling your weight to one foot, “So my unceremonious decision to transfer to the Department of Mysteries gave you a window of opportunity.”

Gawdry nods again, and a sharp grin tugs at his mouth, “Precisely. You can imagine how unhappy Auror Chao was at the loss of such an adept field agent and an extraordinary case all in one go.”

“That checks out. So, Agent Black is collateral.” You conclude, all semblance of firm professionalism flying out of the window.

Gawdry does not deign you with an answer, but he shoots a pointed look at the doors with a good natured eyebrow raise, prompting you to swiftly depart from the cold room with a pleased grin. As you pace out of the office, you’re left to toy with your thoughts, still conflicted on how you would have to adapt to Regulus’ methods amidst such a precarious mission.

Stepping away from the threshold of Gawdry’s office, you squint as your eyes adjust to the lifeless tiles of the hallway. Before you’re able to wander further, you’re stopped in your tracks at the sight of Regulus’ motionless figure ways off from you, his stormy eyes greeting you with glimmering impassivity.

“Ah. You waited.” You sputter out quietly, striding towards him as he pivots and begins to walk away.

Your eyes linger on the taut muscles of his shoulders, vaguely visible under the cloth of cloak as he continues walking. Awkward tension settles in the air as you take the lead toward the Atrium of Artifacts, not knowing how to breach conversation as you make way to retrieve a time turner.

Clearing your throat lightly, you bite your cheek as you finally break the silence. “Oh, we went to school together. I don’t know if you remember, I was a year under you.”

“I remember.” The answer is immediate and nearly robotic, a clear sign that he was either uncaring for pleasantries or inclined to work in silence.

“Ah. Well, I’m glad that you’re okay.” I even lit a bloody candle for you.

Regulus hums out lightly before swiftly segwaying back into work, “I read the brief. We’re retrieving lost files.”

“Files?” You intone faintly, sifting through your memories for any information on file relics.

As you round the corner towards the distribution center for time turners, Regulus throws you a small glance and continues, “1958. Clyde Rosier’s Estate.”

“1958… Rosier? Evan’s father?” You mumble, remembering the blonde boy that often paraded around the halls with the other older Slytherins, most meeting the same untimely fate as him.

Regulus is decisively mute about your revelation, possibly reminiscing on similar memories of the boy. You were quite positive that they were familiar with each other some eons ago, having been in Voldemort’s inner circle for a brief time together.

Before you have time to stew further on your thoughts, you’re both crossing into the large hall of artifacts. The atrium stretches skyhigh, evaporating into a blanket of darkness that accompanies the biting chill permeating across the room. Suppressing a shiver, you survey the dark perimeter, appreciating the bulbs of floating lights at the heart of the room, the cluster of orbs pulsing with enough glow to dimly light up the surroundings.

“Merlin, is the whole department cloaked in darkness? I don’t think I’ll ever get used to not being able to see 20 feet ahead of me.” You mumble, eyes darting toward an approaching figure wading through the shadows of the room.

Regulus lets out a small huff, and you’re almost certain that it was one of amusement and not exasperation, but the cloaked Unspeakable approaching you leaves little time to ruminate on it.

“Yes?” The raspy voice coils through the air.

Fishing out your new badge, you quickly flash it to the Unspeakable with a dry smile, “We need a time turner, and perhaps a bag with an extension charm.” It is silent for a few moments before you clear your throat, “Please.”

The cloaked figure gives a small nod before slinking away, leaving you and Regulus to observe the lusterless environment.

“Have you ever worked with a partner on your assignments?” You ask, nerves buzzing like static as you drum your fingers against the folders in your hands.

Regulus’ head tilts toward you, “No.” The hushed answer seems definitive, and just as you’re about to clamber back into your shell, his voice rings out again, “You?”

“Ah, me neither.” You admit a bit sheepishly, yet still satisfied that he didn’t completely dismiss you.

The air seems a bit warmer than before, driving you to face forward and continue waiting for the Unspeakable to reappear.

As if summoned, a faint rustle emits near you before you see the cloaked figure trudge toward you, arms full of parchment and a woven bag. Furrowing your eyebrows, you step forward and reach over to assist them, slowly unfurling the parchment and raising it up to the light.

Regulus steps forward to read it with you, clearly uncertain of the rules in your Department.

‘TERMS OF USE: Time Turner.

As per regulations and codes of The Department of Mysteries, this contract constitutes a legally binding agreement. Rights and access to a Time Turner may only be permitted through signature, if you disagree with any of the terms listed in this contract, you are not permitted to use a Time Turner. By signing this document, you and any party involved hereby agree to the terms and conditions listed below.

Rights to a Time Turner do not extend to distribution, abuse, or irresponsible handling of the object. Destruction or loss of property may be punishable by law or reasonable fine. The Department of Mysteries is not liable for subsequent injury or death as a result of Time Turner use.’

“Sign it.” Regulus’ flat words tear through your concentration, and you can feel his figure looming behind you, a flicker of impatience evidently buzzing through his veins.

Clicking your tongue, you accept the quill that the Unspeakable passes to you, shaking your head all the while. “Don’t tell me you sign every document you get without reading it.”

You quickly scribble your signature on the paper, admiring the neat streaks as you await Regulus’ response to your quip. When he remains silent, you quickly snap your head around and fix him with a disbelieving frown. “Merlin. Okay, I’m in charge of all the legal stuff from this day onward.”

After you get sorted with the contracts and take the mandatory oath for the loan, you’re both sent off with a new bag and a polished time turner. Holding the chain up in the air, you fawn over the powerful object in your hands, quelling the adrenaline that was jittering around your nerves.

“Okay. Date, please.” You hum, shooting Regulus a confident smile.

His eyes flicker from you to the folder in his hand as he monotonously recites the information to you, “June 18th, 1958.”

Handing part of the chain to him, you quickly throw it over your neck and steady your finger against the small knob of the charm. “Like Gawdry said, in and out. Simple.” Twisting the ringlets of the device, you watch in fascination as it begins to steadily spin on its own accord, a heavy pressure of magic blanketing you both in the process.

And before you can blink again, you and Regulus are being thrown through the reel of time.

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absumoaevum · 3 months

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Jury of Hearts (29,473 Words || WIP) by absumoaevum

Chapters: 4/?

Fandom: Harry Potter

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Crookshanks (Harry Potter), Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Eudoria Merrythought, Luna Lovegood, Patience Bright, Pomona Sprout, Minerva McGonagall, Horace Slughorn, Violetta Hitchens, Percy Weasley, Leta Brindlemore

Additional Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Hermione Granger, POV Third Person Limited, Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug, Slow Burn, Angst and Feels, Hermione Granger's Parents Are Missing, Post-Second Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), Eventual Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Summary:

With his family's trials on the horizon and nothing holding him to his home apart from his despondent mother and perpetually-drunk father, Draco Malfoy jumps at the opportunity to return to Hogwarts to repeat his final year. At Hogwarts, he can escape his wretched home life and perhaps even rehabilitate his reputation. Things are looking up. That is, until he gets to school and realizes that his entire House hates him. Now Draco must decide between his old life and something new.

New is the last thing that Hermione Granger needs. All she wants is for her life to go back to the way it was before the war. When a hearing at the Ministry goes sideways, Hermione accepts Headmistress McGonagall's offer to return to Hogwarts, sure answers lie hidden in the school library that will help her find her missing parents. But Hogwarts is a very different place than she remembers, and Hermione must change as well if she has any hope of overcoming her past to reclaim her future.

Fates intertwine and loyalties are tested in this Post-War 8th-Year Slow Burn Dramione Drama/Suspense/Romance.

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casasupernovas · 2 years

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everyone (rightly so) only talks about how mcgonagall sends the slytherin's away with little regard to how these kids would probably be fighting their own parents in the deathly hallows. but no one talks about how the slytherins come back with reinforcements lead by horace slughorn like the damn avengers.

#harry potter #horace slughorn #house slytherin #hogsmeade #battle of hogwarts

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perseblossom · 6 months

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‘Lily Evans. One of the brightest I ever taught. Vivacious, you know. Charming girl. I used to tell her she ought to have been in my house. Very cheeky answers I used to get back, too.’ - Horace Slughorn, Half-Blood Prince.

#harry potter #james potter #marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #the marauders #fanart #wolfstar #lily evans #lily potter

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corneliaavenue-ao3 · 1 year

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Up on a roof with a schoolgirl crush

Harry needed an escape from his parent's New Year's Eve party, and there is only one person he would want to escape with

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Is this the end of all the endings? My broken bones are mending from all these nights we’re spending up on a roof with a schoolgirl crush, Drinking beer out of plastic cups, Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff. Baby all at once this is enough

Godric’s Hollow was bustling with lights and people. This 31st of December was warmer than years past. While most party guests were inside, drunk on liquor that James and Lily had provided, Harry found his way outside his bedroom window onto the roof for some peace and quiet. The pulse of the beat of the music shook the house. The annual Potter New Year’s Eve Party was alive in full force, but could be overwhelming for some.

After running into Horace Slughorn, his mum’s old favorite potion’s professor, Harry needed to escape the crowd. Harry quickly cast a warming charm over himself, hoping that the adults in the house below would be able to mask his quick spell. One way to kill the party mood would be a letter from the Ministry of Magic for underage magic use.

The moon was high in the sky, light reflecting on the white snow on the ground. It stopped snowing earlier that day, but Godric’s Hollow was still under a fresh blanket. Harry loved his home, and moments like this he could appreciate how beautiful it was. Even the cemetery down the road was hauntingly alluring with the reflection of Christmas lights. This was the perfect place to catch his breath.

His quiet place was interrupted with a knock on the window behind him. The window creaked open and the head of Ginny Weasley popped out. Harry’s stomach swooped at the sight. “Hi. Do you mind if I join you?” Ginny asked.

If it was anyone else, Harry might have, but Ginny’s presence always made him feel better. Harry did not understand why she had that effect until he and Ron ran into Ginny snogging Dean Thomas behind a curtain after Quidditch practice earlier this year. Ever since then, Harry kept finding more pieces to the puzzle of how much Ginny Weasley meant to him. From backyard Quidditch matches to late night hot chocolate discussions, she had been a constant pillar of support for years. He was best friends with Ron for as long as he could remember, and Ginny had always been there too. Now he just wished that he noticed her as more than a friend sooner.

“I would love your company,” Harry replied. Ginny gave him a bright smile, which caused Harry’s stomach to dance again.

“I have two cups. One has butterbeer, the other has the weird firewhiskey cider combination.” Ginny said as she climbed through the window. Her left hand hit the window frame, knocking the plastic cup out of her hand and spilling the contents down the shingles on the roof.

“I have one cup,” Ginny deadpanned. She swirled the contents of the remaining beverage in front of her nose. “This one is the butterbeer.”

Harry moved over to make room for Ginny so she did not have to sit in the sticky contents of the spilled drink. “We can share,” Harry offered. Ginny passed him the cup and took a seat next to him, barely any space between them. Harry took a sip of the drink to overcome his nervousness. Between the sugar spread across his tongue and the flowery scent that followed Ginny wherever she went, Harry was overcome with sweetness.

“How did you know where to find me?” Harry asked.

Ginny took the cup from his hand, cold fingers brushing his. “You mentioned that sometimes you like to escape here when you get overwhelmed last Christmas.” Ginny took a swig of the butterbeer before continuing. “And I heard Slughorn’s ‘Harry, m’boy!’ all the way from across the room,” Ginny said, doing her best Slughorn impression. “So I figured you escaped.”

“What are you escaping from?” Harry probed, taking the cup back and bringing it to his lips.

Ginny rolled her eyes, “Dean is snogging Parvati in the corner.”

Harry nearly choked on the butterbeer. “I didn’t realize you two broke up.” Harry said, trying to keep his cool. “Unless you didn’t and he is cheating on you.”

Ginny waved her hand, “No, no, he isn’t cheating. I broke up with him two weeks ago. I guess I didn’t really announce it.” Ginny shrugged. Harry couldn’t help but study her for any sign of sadness that her relationship ended. Her copper hair framed her face, cheeks pink from the cold, but her eyes were still bright without a trace of heartache in them.

“Oh, er, I’m sorry.” Harry responded. Harry carefully set the plastic cup down next to him.

“Nah, it’s no big deal. The problem now is that Seamus is now convinced that we need to snog. He is saying it would be a great way to get back at his best mate and make him jealous, but I am thinking that it is Seamus who wants to make Dean jealous,” Ginny rolled her eyes. “Seamus is annoying and drunk, and definitely not on my list of blokes I want to kiss at midnight tonight." Harry couldn't help but hope that maybe somewhere he was on that list. “And Lavender and Ron are all over each other, so Luna is comforting Hermione in the corner. It’s all just a mess.”

“Wow.” Harry said. He was glad he escaped before having to deal with the same Ron and Hermione drama that he dealt with for months. “Glad I missed that.”

Ginny bumped her shoulder to his. “I’m sure you are. Also I can’t imagine having to deal with Ron as a best friend. The prat.” Ginny joked, her shoulder stayed pressed against his shoulder.

“Honestly, Hermione has not been that fun to be around during this time too. She sent birds after Ron, and one of them attacked me too.” Harry said.

“Oh no!” Ginny said, voice filled with fake concern. “How could you ever recover? Did you have to spend the night in the hospital wing?”

“I’ll have you know, I could have lost an eye!”

“I didn’t think your vision could get any worse.” Ginny said, pushing Harry’s glasses up his nose so they were straight.

Harry’s snarky comment was caught in his throat. Ginny was so close to his face that he could have drawn a constellation connecting the freckles on her face. He was never more thankful that Hermione’s bird didn’t take his vision because then he would never get to appreciate Ginny’s beauty up close.

From inside the house, the voices of their friends and family counting down to midnight echoed around them. Harry was staring down into Ginny’s warm brown eyes. The lights that he was mesmerized with were dim compared to the blazing fire of Ginny looking up at him. His eyes flicked down to her red lips. A breath of cold air escaping from them as Ginny let out a breath. It was at that moment Harry realized he was very much on the list of blokes she wanted to kiss that night, and probably sought him out to make that happen.

“Are you going to kiss me or not, Potter?”

The voices below counted down to zero as Harry leaned in and finally kissed Ginny. Her lips were so soft and surprisingly warm despite the weather. He placed a hand in her long, red hair, pulling her closer to him because he couldn’t get enough of her.

Ginny surged forward, pressing herself closer to him. Harry leaned back to accommodate her, but never breaking contact with her lips. Ginny swung a leg over his lap, so she could straddle him. Her foot smacked into the forgotten butterbeer cup, knocking it over. The little liquid left in the cup streamed down the roof, soaking Harry’s leg in the process.

“I fancy the fuck out of you, Ginny Weasley,” Harry said. “But you are a mess.”

Ginny was unable to keep the smile off of her face. “I am going to blame you for that spill.”

Harry grabbed Ginny by the waist, and spun her over so she was pinned to the roof underneath him. “Absolutely not.” His fingers tickled her sides, “I won’t stop until you admit you did it.”

Ginny writhed below him in a fit of giggles. “Never!” Harry took that as a challenge, his fingers sliding underneath her sweater, making contact with her bare skin, continuing to graze her sides. Ginny couldn’t contain her laughter as she tried to escape from his grasps. “Okay!” Ginny relinquished, “I’m a mess!” Her cheeks were flushed red, eyes ablaze with passion, but she was grinning up at him, and he was grinning down at her. Never once could Harry remember a moment he was this happy.

“Do you want to return to the party?” Ginny asked.

“Not really,” Harry replied before capturing Ginny’s lips in his again.

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