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jamespotterbbg · 21 hours

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Andromeda "I'll tell you something about my good name, it's mine alone to disgrace" Black

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rreeaahh · 9 months

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Lies | R. A. B.

Ch. 1 of "One way ticket"

pair> regulus black x lestrange! slytherin! fem! reader | > suggestion of james potter x reader

summary> in which y/n and regulus go back to hogwarts and are forced to listen to their parents' lies for the last time, only to be faced by new ones.

word count> 1.4k

warnings> toxic family; hypocrisy; rude regulus;

a/n> english isnt my first language, guys, so please forgive any error<3 that's the first chapter of my new series, "one way ticket", which is a slow-burn, so please have patience!!! lots and lots of love

“You better not try anything funny while at school, Y/N, do you understand me?” spat Cyrus Lestrange, his hand still on the back of his daughter in a fatherly-protective manner. “Don’t forget what truly matters from now on.”

“Yes, father,” is the only answer she deliveres with a smile on her face.

While waiting for the Hogwarts Express on King’s Cross Station, in the chaos and movement on the Platform 9¾, Y/N Lestrange and her father, Cyrus, seemed to be a lovely parent and his most precious child. The others probably think he’s telling her to be careful, to focus on her studies while she calms down her stressed dad. Truth is, however, that the two Lestranges have a relationship full of hatred.

“Don’t you dare disappoint me,” he mutters, “Again.” The additional word is like a punch in her stomach, nearly breaking her perfectly happy face if it weren’t for a woman to approach them, alongside her husband and son. That’s when his whole mood changes and he’s lovingly caressing her shoulder, arranging the collar of her gray shirt.

“Y/N, darling!” exclaims Walburga Black and comes happily to hug the young witch’s body into her arms. The woman kisses Y/N on both cheeks, and cups her face to take a better look at her. “Look at you, more beautiful every single time I see you!”

Y/N could see that behind Walburga, her father and Orion exchanged the formalities and her heart speed increases when she spots Regulus near his father. “Hello, Mrs. Black, it’s nice to see you,” she smiles sweetly and looks respectful at her.

“I haven’t seen you since… our little gathering,” she says. So that’s how she calls it. “I invited you to tea that time; I expected an owl from you or your father.”

That’s when Cyrus Lestrange intervenes in their conversation. “Hello, Walburga. I’m so sorry I couldn’t write to you,” he lies. “I had a lot on my mind and Y/N was too focused on her studies, you know how she is.”

The woman looks at her, very pleased. “Yes, of course.” Her expression looks hurt for a moment, but then she looks at her son, getting him to enter the little reunion. “Regulus told us about how you to got selected to be Prefects, isn’t that right, son?”

Y/N can sense his displeased to be forced to talk. It’s written all over his face, despite his polite smile. “Yes, mother,” he answers and when the woman looks at him without blinking, he moves his attention on his housemate. “Good to see you again, Y/N.”

Lies.

“Hello, Regulus,” she mutters and smiles, trying to force herself to hide the sudden urge to vomit. The boy grabs her hand when she offers it and place a cold kiss on her skin. Now she’s going to vomit.

“Look at you two,” Walburga says in a nervous tone, like she’s ravished with emotions. “I cannot wait for you to graduate school and make us so proud.”

There’s a knot forming in her stomach. Her smile is still there, her eyes are still sparkling with agreement but her heart dropped to her stomach and formed a knot that’s strangling her intestines. She lets out a nervous chuckle and subtly looks at the boy’s expression, as relaxed as she tries to be. “Of course, mother,” he says in a calm tone, putting an arm on her shoulder and smiling at her. Y/N knows that there’s a knot forming in his intestines, too, but she chooses to keep herself quiet.

Being forced to smile in his direction, to laugh lightly at his words and to be that close to him – without trying to kill each other – seems like a torture. It is, indeed, a greater torture to observe the look of admiration that her father has on his face while listening to all the accomplishments that Regulus Black had in the last time. She was better than him, and yet, she was not enough.

“They will work together wonderfully to serve our lord, am I right, Cyrus?” asks Orion with a serious tone in his voice. Y/N always had a bad feeling about that man, but she could not wrap her finger around it. She knew, at least, from who Regulus got that annoying personality.

“You can be sure of that, Orion,” assures her father, giving her a cold gaze, like he is threatening her to act accordingly to her new role. “I raised Y/N to be my greatest pride.”

Lies.

Her salvation is the train – the old and loud Hogwarts Express, which is supposed to get every student back to Hogsmeade Station, in order to begin a new year at Hogwarts. She turns back to her father while the Blacks are saying their goodbyes to their son, and she forces a smile.

He wraps his hands around Y/N’s shoulders and she cannot help but let herself feel like the small child that needed to be loved by her father, her only parent. And then, only for a moment, her smile in not fake anymore.

“Don’t be a disappointment, Y/N,” he whispers into her ear as he ends the hug. “Got everything you need?”

She nods. “Yes, father.”

“Good. I’ll send you a letter when there’ll be a need of you.”

She nods again obedient and grabs her luggage. “Regulus,” Walburga’s voice break the silence between them, “Help Y/N get on the train, dear.”

“With pleasure, mother,” he says and puffs the air as he comes near her. “Permit me, Y/N,” his gaze is burning her eyes as he grabs her belongings and invites her to follow him.

He even offers her his hand to get on train and them both wave goodbyes to their parents who stay there, on the platform, looking at them with loving expressions.

Lies.

As soon as they turn their backs to the train, both Y/N and Regulus exhale deeply. “That was worst than last year,” she says without waiting for a response.

She knows Regulus does not fancy talking to her – at least, her feelings are reciprocated. One difference between them is that Y/N is a talker, while Regulus isn’t even a listener – if he was, maybe they’d work together for real, not only pretend to.

Loud laughs from behind them makes Y/N turn herself from Regulus and look at the train entrance, where two boys are teasing a third one, while the forth is only rolling his eyes in annoyance. When they too observe the two Slytherins there, there’s silence.

“Look who we got here,” says the oldest Black and puts his arms around himself, only looking at his younger brother.

Y/N cannot help but feel just as embarrassed as the rest of the Marauders seem to be, like they are part of a private conversation between the two brothers.

“Sirius,” says Regulus in a cold tone, looking at his brother up and down.

Sirius Black is no longer dressed in shirts and black trousers, perfect from head to toe – like Regulus is – but now he wears jeans and a leather jacket.

“See you got yourself a little girlfriend, brother,” he laughs and puts his hand around the shoulders of James Potter. Y/N’s heart skips a beat at the sight of him, looking at her, at her eyes, looking at her like it’s the first time he sees her, and then breaks a little when he breaks the eye contact. “Let’s go, boys,” he demands, “We wouldn’t want to intervene into something… private,” he says in a suggestive tone and walks away laughing with his friends, walks away like he’s not missing his little brother at all.

Lies.

Y/N learned Regulus’ expressions. After all those years forced to spent together in the same house, same classes, same social gatherings, she saw him being hateful, bored, annoyed, even slightly happy, she can say, but now… She couldn’t say how he’s feeling. There was a mix of annoyance and… sadness?

Before she could say anything, Regulus changes his expression and looks at her like she is the biggest disgrace of the world. “Don’t you dare say something,” he warns her and drops her luggage right when the train starts moving. “Don’t follow me, Lestrange, am I clear?” he asks and turns his back on her, starting to walk away.

“Oh, but how am I supposed to live without you, Regulus, my dear?” she asks in a mocking tone. She lifts her middle finger in the air, as she saw the Muggleborns do to each other when they were angry and grabs her bags, turning around on her feet and walking away from him and his pathetic presence.

She doesn’t need him. She doesn’t need anyone. She’s better than him, than all of them, and she does not need to prove that to anyone. Not even to her father.

Lies.

#slytherin #angst #hogwarts #regulus black #regulus x reader #james potter x reader #slytherin reader #pureblood #sirius black #the marauders #one way ticket

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worldsaesthetics · 3 months

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character aesthetic -> Regulus Black, as introduced in Harry Potter written by J.k. Rowling

Slytherin, Death Eater, Seeker, Pureblood

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capriddle · 2 months

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I don't know if it's just my impression but it seemed to me that pureblood society was quite sexist. Narcissa is presented to us as a wife and mother and it seems that the same fate was reserved for Bellatrix. I believe it is one of the fundamental elements that pushed Bellatrix to 'rebellion', or obviously to her getting closer to Voldemort, because he offered her to escape this fate. The rest is history.

#lord voldemort #voldemort #tomriddle #bellatrix black #bellatrix #bellatrix lestrange #dark lord #bellamort #dark love #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle #bellatrixblack #pureblood #sexism

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the-halloween-jack · 7 months

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One Little Difference ➳ Draco Malfoy x Gryffindor!Pureblood!Reader

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader x Harry Potter

Synopsis: Draco and Y/N had been friends as children; their families were of high status, and it looked like they would spend the rest of their lives together. But all of this changed when Y/N was sorted into Gryffindor and became estranged. Worst of all, she fraternised with the enemy.

WARNINGS: There aren't any unless you consider silent pining bad. And angst, of course.

Words: 1,475

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Draco knew he could never have her; his family would never allow it. Y/N was a blood traitor with her mud-blood friends and a lack of respect for her pure ancestry.

He yearned to return to the days of chasing each other through the old ornate manor, their laughter echoing through the tall chambers. They had always been close, attached at the hip. But as they grew and their parents bestowed their prejudice and hate upon them, Y/N rebelled whilst Draco conformed.

This difference acted as the catalyst for the decay of their friendship.

She had never seen the world like they did; she gazed upon muggles and their innovations in wonder and awe. Draco tried pleading with her to understand the importance of her status but to no avail. Y/N was an embarrassment to her family’s name and a stain on their bloodline. It came as no surprise to anyone when she was sorted into Gryffindor.

‘It’s better this way, Draco.' His father, Lucius, had said over an issue of The Daily Prophet one morning of his summer holidays,

‘Her family, your mother and I had been discussing an arranged marriage once you were older. It is good Y/N's true colours were revealed before we could have made that mistake.’

Draco’s heart had sunk at his father’s words. Her true colours did not matter to him; he wanted her anyway.

As Draco sat alone in a compartment of the Hogwarts Express, he thought of how his life would be different if that wretched sorting hat had placed Y/N in Slytherin. He would not have to hide his reddening cheeks when she spoke and avert his eyes as she looked his way. He would be free to love and be with her, have children and grow old with her.

It had been the longest Draco had gone without seeing her. In the last few years, domestic life had not been easy on Y/N; her parents finally kicked her out early in the summer. From what he had heard, she had stayed at the Weasley’s. He bet she had hated imposing herself on them.

That was the worst part about her being in Gryffindor; in their first year, she very quickly became friends with people Draco considered his enemies: Harry, Ron and Hermione. There were many reasons why Draco did not like these three, though he was too proud to admit that the main reason was that he was bitter; they got to be her friend, to know and love her without pressure from their families.

When he gazed out the window of the immobile train, he saw something that made his stomach contort in pain as though an unseen force was twisting his insides.

Her hands were intertwined with someone he hated more than anybody.

Harry Potter.

When had this happened? He thought they were only friends. Though the longer he watched them, the more the opposite seemed true.

They were together; Harry and Y/N were in a relationship.

As the aftershock of the pain he felt echoed hollowly in his stomach, he drew the blinds of the compartment shut; he could not bear to watch them any longer. But shutting them out had not been as easy as Draco had foreseen. Everywhere he looked, he saw her with him. In every corner of the castle, they stood, smiling at each other, holding hands and leaving small kisses on each other's cheeks. Draco saw them sit together in his classes, staring into each other's eyes in the great hall over meals. And though Draco tried not to let it bother him, he could not help but imagine himself in Harry’s place; she was supposed to be his.

It had been years since Draco could call Y/N his friend, and although he pined for her from a distance, he accepted that they were estranged. But the reality of her loving someone else rattled him to his core, and just like a spoiled child whose toy was being played with by another, he wanted her back, to snatch her from Harry’s arms and never return her.

He needed to speak with her, beg her to see reason. Surely, all those days of laughter and fun as children would amount to something; surely, she would remember the person he used to be.

He decided to speak with her after charms class; he noticed she was usually alone then, her friends heading to different lessons.

As Professor Flitwick called the end of their class, Draco watched as Y/N quickly collected her things and exited the classroom; he had to rush to put his belongings together and follow her.

But by the time he left the room, she was halfway down the grand hallway.

‘Y/N! Wait up!’ Draco could not remember the last time he spoke her name out loud; it felt strange on his tongue, as though it shocked him on its way out. She turned, skin creased between her brows, her face donning a bewildered expression. She, too, seemed shocked that he had called out for her,

‘Y/N, I need to speak with you; it’s important’ he pleaded,

With surprise still evident on her face, she opened her mouth to speak,

‘Draco, I don’t have the time, my next class is in ten…’ He grabbed her elbow and began pulling her to an empty classroom; despite her protest,

‘Draco… What are you…’ she trailed off, instead staring at him, eyebrows furrowed once more. Draco stood back and nervously scratched the nape of his neck, realising for the first time that he had no idea what he was going to say,

‘What is this about? I thought you didn’t talk to me anymore.’

Draco cringed, remembering how he had given her the cold shoulder in their first year. She had still wanted to be his friend, and he had pushed her away.

‘Look, I’ve noticed you’ve been a lot closer with Harry this year…’ Y/N's eyes sharpened, daring him to say more,

‘And?…’ she spoke carefully, with a warning; she already knew where this was headed,

‘I just think that… that,’ his words cut short; he knew he was out of line and had no right to have an opinion on the matter. He took a different route.

‘I just can’t believe you chose to be friends with him, let alone partners; you could have picked anyone in this school, and you chose him.’ His words made Y/N gasp in shock, but he continued nonetheless,

‘Did our friendship mean nothing to you? Did the fact I loved you mean nothing?’

Although Y/N looked angry, her eyes softened slightly,

‘Draco, did you ever stop for one moment and consider that this has nothing to do with you? You and I are not friends, Draco. You saw to that… I loved you once too, no, I loved a kind, sweet boy by the same name… but he died a long time ago, quelled by his very own father.’ Y/N's voice rose and trembled; Draco could see that talking about this upset her; once again, he felt the twisting pain in his chest.

‘None of this would have happened, though, if you were sorted into Slytherin…’

He continued, but Y/N interrupted,

‘But I wasn’t, was I? Don’t you see that our houses have nothing to do with this? You’re hiding behind them; you’re too scared to admit that we grew apart because you were a bad person.’ She took a deep breath,

‘Good people don’t bully and belittle first years and think people are lesser because of who their parents are. Good people don’t bully anyone; they’re kind and compassionate. And they’re selfless; not everything that they do is for themselves. And that is not who you are anymore.’

Draco could no longer see Y/N before him; she became shrouded by his tears, the truth of her words leaving him feeling winded, like blows to the stomach. Everything she had said was true. Of course it was; she had just unknowingly described herself.

Kind, compassionate, selfless.

Y/N was a good person; she was the best person in his life.

And he pushed her away because of one little difference.

As Draco stood in silence, unwilling to respond, Y/N’s frustration grew,

‘You know what? Forget I said anything; you won’t change.’ She muttered, ‘I need to get to class.’

She pushed past him to get through the door, looking back as though she were going to speak again, but decided against it. She shook her head and left.

Draco did not try to speak with her again; he knew nothing he could say would change her mind because she was right. He was a bad person, and she deserved better than him.

That is what she had with Harry Potter.

And as much as it killed him to watch, he could admit that.

#draco malfoy #harry potter #slytherin #gryffindor #pureblood #draco x reader #draco fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #x reader #hogwarts #witch #wizard #malfoy x reader

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gods-graveyard · 16 days

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THE BRITISH ARE COMING!! (But its just wizards)

FINALLY- I have finished this christmas update for Slytherin Harry "Into the den of snakes" (link below) Also reposting the fanart that goes with it because im lowkey very proud of how it came out

For those of you who don't know about my fic

Slytherin Harry (featuring Cassius + Marcus)

"Silver Squad" of Harry, Blaise, Theo, and Daphne (Neville is there too)

Percy/Oliver/Marcus is the only canon ship rn (rest are spoiler or babies)

Ambigious Snape, Evil Dumbles +Moldy

Pureblood culture, politics, and a lot more emphasis on magical WORLD (I have researched so many cultures its not even funny-)

Future Marauders/Slytherin Skittles content

Lots of found family, friendships, and a fun dabble of mystery here and there

CHECK OUT WIZARD WILL SMITH + PINNED POST FOR MORE INFO

LINK- (WARNING, THIS FIC IS 80K RN)

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dracothedeatheatermalfoy · 2 months

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Let's share a secret look.. Granger..

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harrowerrrr · 3 months

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C0mmission for @/PinkWarriorMan from Tw0tter. <3

#swtor #swtor oc #swtor art #swtor inquisitor #swtor sith #swtor sith lord #swtor sith inquisitor #star wars #star wars: the old republic #star wars the old republic #the old republic #ukrainian artist #cmms #sithpureblood #swtor pureblood #swtor sith pureblood #pureblood sith #pureblood

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kaal-naagin · 6 months

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Slytherin journal spread

It's my favourite house (and my house)

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hanyoufanny17 · 4 months

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Ai with her sun light (,,Taro") Aoigiri.

I really like how Ai stopped her bloodlust against Taro. I especially like how they met, brought peace, and took care of each other as long as Taro was alive. I just love them like this.

#vampireknight #vampireknightmemories #aikuran #taro #aogiri #vampireprincess #pureblood #3rdprince #human #contratualmarriage #kanamekuran #zerokiryu #yuukikuran #yuukicross

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theres-an-endless-starry-sky · 4 months

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Rich and bitchy purebloods but not like in the blood supremacy way, just James, Marlene, regulus and Sirius knowing their worth okay? Flipping down sunglasses and casually buying expensive-as-a-house wine

#harry potter marauders #marauders fandom #marauders #regulus black #james potter #sirius black #marlene mckinnon #pureblood #purebloods

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justaslytherclawgirl · 1 day

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Remember when the laws of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black let it's disowned last male heir's half-blood godson inherit most of the family fortune, including their ancestral home, instead of the eldest great-great-grandchild of Phineas Nigellus Black, who was a woman?

Because I do and it makes my blood boil.

#the noble and most ancient house of black #pureblood #pureblood society is misogynistic af #bellatrix lestrange #bellatrix black #sirius black #harry potter #phineas nigellus black

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royalhausblack · 6 months

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Despite his intolerable presence, she became very aware of the sense of protection he had over her. Perhaps it was, like he had said, his duty as the head of the Malfoy House.

But, remembering Draco from his time at Hogwarts, she found that she was always very fond of the way he was protective of the girls in his house. Pansy, Astoria, Daphne – Parkinson and Greengrass.

Ah, pureblood princesses.

That’s what they had in common.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18605167/chapters/128899987

#dramione #blaisezabini #dracomalfoy #hermionegranger #tomfelton #dramioneficrec #dramioneask #dramionechild #dramionefics #draco #pureblood #dramioneromance #dramionerecs #dramionefic #hermionedraco #hermionemalfoy #hermionexdraco #draco hermione

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capriddle · 6 days

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Another one of my headcanons is about dancing at thoroughbred parties. I imagine Voldemort dancing exclusively with Bellatrix and her trying to do the same. During the dance they enjoy talking bad about everyone and are pleased at how stupid others are for not realizing that they are having an affair.

#lord voldemort #voldemort #tomriddle #bellatrix black #bellatrix #bellatrix lestrange #dark lord #bellamort #tom marvolo riddle #bella black #tom riddle #bellatrixblack #bellatrix headcanon #dark love #voldemort headcanon #headcanon #headcanons #pureblood

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picklesonjupiter · 1 year

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People who hate 11 y.o. Draco (or any of the other Slytherins) upset me because of course children have the same values as their parents before arriving at school where they gain values of their own. It wasn't Draco's fault that he was raised by bigoted parents.

We can hold older Draco accountable, but not a literal child who was surrounded by people with the same values. He never learned differently.

This is why I hate the houses of Hogwarts because it's just another form of segregation and all the children of blood purists are put together, so they never get the chance to make friends with different values. Your environment makes you who you are. Also, professors could've taught pure-blood children that what their parents told them was wrong. They could've dismantled prejudice against muggle-borns and muggles.

The issue was never the children with skewed views. It was the adults and Wizarding World never discussing their biases and prejudice against muggle-borns and muggles. This is why there are Dark Lords because wizards ignore the corruption within the schools, society, and government.

#draco malfoy #pureblood #half-blood #muggleborn #hp meta #hogwarts #thoughts #prejudice #children arent at fault for what their parents teach them #meta #harry potter meta #slytherin #draco meta

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slyther-bi · 9 months

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Snosier

Severus Snape/Evan Rosier

1st pic - Evan talks Severus into taking a picture with in their 5th yr

2nd pic - Severus shows Evan movies

3rd & 4th pics - A day & night versions of Evan and Severus in their 1st or 2nd yr sleeping against the tree near the black lake

5th, 6th, & 7th pics - Is just Evan and Severus in frog costumes in each time during a day.

8th pic - Evan trying to spend time with his boyfriend Severus, who's stuck in the hospital wing

9th pic - Severus and Evan on a date in Cokeworth

10th pic - Severus hitting Evan with flowers Ev gave him while they're on their first mission as death eaters. (Evan flirts at the worst of times)

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