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━━ during the battle of hogwarts blaise had lost sight of you but when he finally found you again he found your dead corpse.
word count: 2637
pairing: fem!gryffindor!lupin!reader x blaise zabini
warning: death, blood, missing limbs, broken skull, war.
“But he's there! Potter's there! Someone grab him!” Pansy Parkinson exclaimed while you watched the scene unfold next to Hermione.
Ginny instinctively moves towards Harry with her wand drawn. Your eyes quickly flickered to your boyfriend, Blaise Zabini who was already staring at you.
Both you and Hermione made a move to join Ginny while you desperately clutched your wand, praying to whoever was listening that you wouldn't have to use it.
The other Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws follow your lead and stand protectively around Harry before Filch abruptly marched in, but you couldn't bring yourself to listen to him as you examined Blaise who seemed indifferent about the situation.
“Wait! As it turns out, Mr. Filch, your arrival is most opportune. If you would, I'd like you to lead Miss Parkinson and the rest of Slytherin House from the Hall.”
Your gaze quickly flashed towards Professor McGonagall before looking back to your frowning boyfriend.
“Right away,” Filch suddenly halted before questioning the head of Gryffindor once again, “Er, exactly where is it I'd be leadin' em to, ma'am?”
“The dungeons should do,” while the other students cheered as the Slytherins were taken to the dungeon, you felt an apprehensive feeling crawl over you as you watched Blaise desperately looking at you.
Perhaps he had known that the inevitable was going to happen, and he didn't want you to be in the middle of the battlefield without his protection.
After all, you still were a Gryffindor through and through. And unfortunately, your house was particularly known for its impulsiveness, which was a trait that you shared.
You watched stoically as Blaise disappeared from your sight before moving towards your father and your stepmother.
Remus kissed the top of your head, while Nymphadora pulled you into a firm hug. You inhaled her vanilla and candy-like scent, which soothed you extensively before pulling away and joining Neville and the rest of the DA.
You were assisting Cho, Nigel, and Katie while Seamus ordered you around in placing magical 'charges' on key pressure points.
Your body stilled when you noticed Scabior and the Snatchers moving towards you and Neville.
“Not good,” you heard Neville mumble before you took his arm and sprinted as fast as you could while Ginny and Seamus were standing at the edge of the wooden bridge.
Even though you knew you should have been more concerned about Scabior and the Snatchers, who were about to catch up to you any instant, you felt the terror seep into your body as you caught a maniacal gleam in Seamus’ eyes.
Fortunately, you were quick enough to reach the duo in time before the bridge ultimately collapsed.
But when you turned around, you noticed that Neville had suddenly disappeared. Ginny gasped beside you as your mouth fell scarcely open and your eyes widened.
The moment seemingly lasted forever before charred fingernails appeared over the final remaining of the bridge.
You let out a sigh of relief before you and Ginny rushed to hoist Neville up onto what's left of the bridge.
“What?” The youngest Weasley asked as Neville glanced at you.
“That was quite exciting,” you let out a groan as Seamus grinned and winked at him.
“Mad. The both of you,” Ginny declared before a thundering rumble almost send Neville tumbling off the bridge again.
Ginny steadies him as you all peer into the distance, noticing that the reason of the small earthquake were giants.
You quickly said your goodbyes before you dashed off to help fight off the death eaters, while Ginny and Neville parted ways with Seamus.
And while you were fighting for your life, Blaise had been stuck in the dungeons with a harsh glare on his face as he stared holes into the grinning Filch.
“Night-tee night,” Blaise felt like he could slaughter the man right then and there, but quietly watched as Pansy cursed him.
“You let us out of here, you filthy squib!” Filch only grinned, shaking the ring of keys in his hand, and turned to walk away.
When he was a fair distance away the chamber began to tremble, but with each step, it got more violent. Suddenly plaster rained down, and a ragged hole opens in the ceiling, followed by multiple others before a massive eye peered inside which made some Slytherins scream.
The giant's fist dropped heavily through the hole, fingers probing the cell clumsily. Filch watched in horror as the cell fell to pieces and the Slytherins spilled forth.
Goyle ruthlessly flung Housemates aside, while Blaise followed in his wake. Ready to start searching for you throughout the whole castle, even if it would take him the entire night.
As they reached the safety of the corridor, a hand — this one of human scale — reaches out of the darkness and grabbed Goyle.
Blaise stifled his groan at the sight of Draco Malfoy before following him, desperately hoping that they would come across someone who could notify him of your whereabouts.
Before Blaise comprehended what was occurring, he was perched atop a fragile tower while fire consumed everything around him.
He had lost his wand earlier on and thought that this would be it before Ron and Harry flew towards him and Draco on brooms.
He quickly took Ron's outstretched hand and mounted the broom while listening to Ron complaining about it under his breath.
Blaise suppressed his eye roll because Ron Weasley did save his life.
While Ron flew them to safety, he couldn't stop himself from asking about you. The words were scorching him, and he desperately ought to know the answer.
“Where's Y/n?” His voice was steady, but if you listened close enough, then you would perhaps have heard his urgency.
Ron quickly glanced at him with a scoff before replying.
“I don't know. I haven't seen her since the start of this.”
But as Ron glimpsed at Blaise's despairing expression, he felt himself blurt something out.
“She went with Ginny and Neville,” he timidly said, which lit Blaise's eyes once again before Ron landed the two of them safely.
Blaise awkwardly thanked Ron before dashing off in the hope to find you.
You had scratches all over your face, your nose was probably broken, and you were convinced that your left pinky was about to fall off.
You tried to shrug it off as you continued fighting off the infinite death eaters.
Much to your solace, you found your dad and stepmom and quickly approached them while fending off the enemy.
But your relief was exceptionally brief when Antonin Dolohov ultimately killed your father.
You heard your heart pounding loudly in your ears as the light left your father's eyes.
You could hear Nymphadora's heartbreaking cry before you charged at Dolohov ruthlessly before you killed the man.
While you were able to kill Antonin Dolohov, you knew that it was partially because he had been diverted and hadn't seen you coming.
You were about to approach your father's body but abruptly halted when you noticed Bellatrix Lestrange standing a little further from you, inclining to kill Nymphadora.
No sound came from your throat as Bellatrix neared your stepmom who was wailing over her dead husband's body, not caring whether she was open for attacks.
You noticed out of the corner of your eye Kingsley Shacklebolt attempting to reach Nymphadora in time, but you knew he was too far away to do anything.
Nymphadora looked up at the sound of Kingsley yelling at her, but she felt like she couldn't move as Bellatrix moved toward her at an extraordinarily rapid pace.
You quickly made your mind up as you ran right towards the merciless death eater, your wand having been discarded somewhere along the way of killing Dolohov.
Your body collided with Bellatrix' as you made an effort to shove her off the edge of the castle.
Unfortunately, she yanked you with her before she quickly apparated to safety.
It felt like everything was going in slow motion as you caught a glimpse of Kingsley and your stepmom leaning over the edge while they screamed your name at the top of their lungs as tears streamed down Nymphadora's cheek as she watched you plunge to your death.
You felt yourself relaxing as you realized that you had saved Nymphadora and that she would have an opportunity to survive this and go home to Teddy.
You quickly accepted your death, as your final thoughts were of Blaise Zabini.
You particularly thought about the feeling of when you woke up next to him in your dorm.
The sunlight bled through the curtains around your bed as you felt Blaise's heartbeat steadily thumping beneath you.
You remembered the adoring look on his face as you kissed him softly while your limbs were tangled together.
Your last thoughts were of Blaise before your body shut down when it collided with the ground.
Nymphadora remembered the determination on your face when she looked up to see you charging at Bellatrix to save her.
She remembered the anguish she felt when her maternal aunt pulled you down with her.
She remembered how she scattered to her feet before taking off towards the edge with Kingsley right next to her as she shrieked your name, desperate to see you one more time.
She remembered the heartbreak she felt when your eyes softened, and you looked peaceful, almost relieved, as you fell to your death while the stars were reflected in your eyes.
Kingsley had to haul her away while Arthur looked at her with sorrow in his eyes.
Minerva McGonagall's face twisted into pure horror when she heard the sound of bones breaking.
She quickly spun around only to see you dead on the floor with your eyes hauntingly staring into her soul as the corner of your lips had been turned upwards.
A gasp left her body as a single tear fell from her eye before hurrying over to you.
She crouched next to you, taking you into her arms but had no option but to leave you there.
The castle still roamed with death eaters, giants, and whatnot, and she couldn't afford to be vulnerable at a time like this, besides she was way too old to be carrying bodies around, so she quickly promised your dead body that she would return as soon as possible.
Only after Voldemort's defeat did McGonagall remember about you again and instantly asked Wood to assist her to pick up your body.
Oliver let out a shallow breath as he halted next to your body. You hadn't been moved because you had fallen into a relatively peaceful area where there wasn't much damage done.
He quickly glanced at the head of the Gryffindor house with a shaken look on his face before seizing your body.
Your head lolled against his shoulders and your arm limply hung from your body as Oliver carried you to the great hall, where most of the bodies were placed.
When he entered the Great Hall, he noticed some people throwing pitiful looks at you in his arms as he brought you to a free spot.
Just as he was about to place you down he heard someone let out a miserable sob before turning to your stepmom who hadn't left Remus his side since the war had ended.
He carefully put you on a blanket as Nymphadora fell down next to your body. He took this as his que to leave, but not before giving one last tragic look at your corpse.
Neville, Ginny, Seamus, Harry, Hermione, and Ron immediately ran towards you when they noticed your body being brought in.
Neville closed his eyes as tears escaped them while he remembered how lively you had looked hours prior.
Hermione leaned into Ron as salty wet tears streamed down her face as she hiccuped slightly while Seamus stared at you with horror and misery.
At a sudden point during the battle did Blaise find Neville and Luna, but when he questioned them about your whereabouts he came out with nothing.
His hopes started to falter after he had practically scoured the whole castle.
After Voldemort's defeat, he had followed the Malfoy's into the great hall and quietly sat there as he observed the doors, hoping for you to come through them.
He had asked all of your friends by now where you were, but none of them knew. Blaise had even looked at all the bodies to ensure that you weren't dead.
Later on, Draco and his mother had already left, but Blaise didn't dare to move his eyes from the gate.
His eyes glanced towards a small commotion that had been around one of the bodies that had just been brought in by Oliver Wood and professor McGonagall.
When he looked closer, he noticed that it were your friends. Even your stepmother was there as she sat on the ground while crying her eyes out.
He quickly came to realize that it couldn't be a coincidence.
'No'
He kept repeating the word as he quickly jumped up and neared the group, but he felt his heart in his throat when he recognized your messy y/h/c hair and your favorite red sweater that you had been wearing earlier that night when he saw you.
His eyes widened as he pushed through your friends, who threw sympathetic looks as he collapsed next to your body.
The war hadn't been kind to you. Your nose was broken and dried blood stained your upper lip. You had multiple scratches and gashes along your body, and blood stained the blanket that you were laying on, indicating that there was a wound on the back of your head.
Your fingers were covered in grime and blood, but he could make out that you missed one finger.
Blaise clutched to your body refusing to let you go as tears fell from his eyes, not caring about the blood that was tainting his clothes.
He sat there for hours, refusing to leave you as the stream of tears seemed endless.
At a certain point, they had placed your father’s body next to you, but he paid him no mind.
Most students had been leaving the Great Hall, but he remained next to you while Nymphadora watched him sadly.
He felt like his life ended the moment he found your body, but his thoughts were cut off by a hand being placed on his shoulder.
His eyes glanced towards the owner, who happened to be Nymphadora. She sat down next to him while trying to keep her tears at bay.
“What happened?” Blaise's voice was quivering and hoarse, his hands trembled, and he was terrified of the answer.
“I- Y/n found me and R-Remus at a certain point during the battle. Remus had just been killed by Antonin Dolohov so she avenged him by killing Dolohov. After her fight with him she-uhm, she lost her wand. While I was grieving over Remus I was oblivious to Bellatrix who was planning to kill me,” Blaise let out a shuddered breath as he knew where this was going to but kept quiet.
“She charged at Bellatrix and pushed her off the castle, but Bellatrix pulled her with her. During their fall, Bellatrix managed to apparatus. Even though Y/n didn’t kill her, she saved my life,” Nymphadora was full-on sobbing now as the memory seemed like an endless loop.
“What-what happened to Bellatrix?” Blaise felt anger fill his body as he spat out the name of the woman who had partially killed his Y/n.
“Molly killed her.”
Blaise nodded but remained quiet as he grieved you with your stepmother silently. But he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to recover from this, from your death.
©cupidsheqrt , 2022.
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It has been a week of firsts in British politics. The country has rightly celebrated the fact that it has its first Asian-heritage and Hindu prime minister. A rather less noted milestone, however, is that Britain also has its first investment banker PM.
Rishi Sunak’s first job was at the US investment bank Goldman Sachs. He went on to spend 14 years in the sector before becoming an MP. In many ways, his unelected appointment marks the highpoint of big finance’s takeover of Britain’s political and economic system – a quiet infiltration of Westminster and Whitehall has been taking place over several decades and gone largely unremarked.
Historically, the Square Mile played a big part in British politics, economics and empire. It’s well known that Thatcherism later tore up the corporatist model of economic management. The role of unions, British industrialists and the UK state was to be significantly rolled back. What was unclear was what would replace them. Looking back now, it’s clear that big finance stepped in.
This was because many of the key players in Conservative cabinets of the 1980s came from the financial sector. Norman Lamont spent years at the investment bank NM Rothschild and Sons. Cecil Parkinson, who engineered the “Big Bang” that paved the way for the huge expansion of the London Stock Exchange in the 1980s, had been a chartered accountant in the Square Mile. And Nigel Lawson cut his teeth as a financial journalist at the Sunday Telegraph and the Financial Times. Each has spoken of their City careers as being more significant influences on their thinking than any academic economists. Many other Conservative ministers also went from finance careers to either the Treasury or the Department of Trade and Industry.
This was a key reason why most nationalised industries weren’t simply sold off to the private sector but floated on the London Stock Exchange and transferred into the hands of City investors. It also explains why a series of tax changes and financial regulations favoured big finance over manufacturing, and changes to corporate governance privileged “shareholder value” over all else. Tax breaks and support were removed from industry and used to cut taxes on dividends, share and bond sales.
When New Labour arrived, it didn’t have the same former financial networks to call upon. But Gordon Brown and co also realised how fundamental the lucrative taxable income of the City was for funding its spending plans. They also needed its nous to continue privatising and, of course, enacting PFI contracts. Thus, “light-touch” regulation was rolled out to keep the sector expanding. A steady trickle of financiers were lured into government to facilitate all of this.
Looking at the coalition government, every senior figure who managed Treasury economic policy – George Osborne, Danny Alexander, David Cameron, Rupert Harrison, John Kingman and Nick Macpherson – later gained well-paid positions in the financial sector. And three of the last five chancellors have come from the sector. Jeremy Hunt’s current advisers all come from investment banking.
This matters because investment bankers have very little to do with the real economy that ordinary people inhabit. They don’t run businesses. They don’t deal with actual product and customer markets. Their work is confined to financial markets, aiding corporate financial manoeuvres, and trading and managing their own financial assets. Their primary aim is to make profits from such activities, regardless of how it affects the real economy, the national interest or employees. If that means shorting the pound or breaking up a successful company for quick profits, then so be it.
In other words, what benefits big finance often hinders business and manufacturing generally. Consequently, since the 1980s, Britain’s industrial decline and its financial expansion have been as pronounced as in any leading economy. Productivity and levels of R&D spending compare very poorly, too, because investors demand quick returns and rising share prices over long-term investment. Regional and class inequalities have grown ever-larger.
And an overpowered financial sector has certainly not been conducive to good governance, either. There’s nothing democratic about extensive public service cuts being used to pay for saving the private banking sector, as in the aftermath of the 2008 crash, or the bond markets determining the credibility of governments, or the fact that the bankers and hedge funds are the biggest single source of Conservative party donations. Nor is trust in British democracy likely to be enhanced by a super-rich PM who has allegedly avoided taxes and made a fortune as a financier at the nation’s cost.
During Liz Truss’s short premiership, there was much talk about the power and influence of the Tufton Street network of opaque rightwing thinktanks. But actually, the longer-term driving force of UK economic policy, there in front of us all this time, has been the City of London. It’s time to open our eyes and look more closely.
Aeron Davis is professor of political communication at Victoria University of Wellington in New Zealand. His new book, Bankruptcy, Bubbles and Bailouts: The Inside History of the Treasury Since 1976, is available at guardianbookshop.co.uk
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