#about how i thought about him being a ravenclaw because he's more than cunning he's actually very smart

[asitrita]

One Piece Harry Potter AU (Hogwarts Houses) SPOILERS!

Ok ok ok, so first, I'm new to the one piece fandom. I actually have known One Piece for over a decade, and even watched the first chapters (actually, I watched till just the end of Arlong park arc, and maybe I did spoil myself the entire Doffy/Cora/Law backstories because I randomly found out about them and felt in love with the three of them immediately), and I was familiar with some characters, but I wasn't really into it till the live action, and now I'm just obsessed, lol. So just mind this is just my personal headcanon, and I do not intent to force my view of these characters on anyone. Also, SPOILERS, SPOILERS, SPOILERS. Please, refrain from reading if you're not up to date with the manga.

Thing is, I also love Harry Potter, and I was wondering what house some of the characters would be assigned to and this is more or less what I've came up with. Also, since J.K.Rowling confirmed that hybrid houses would kinda be a bit more accurate, I will assign to some characters (most, actually) a mixed house alongside the house I imagine they would be assigned to according to the classical 4 house system. Let's see:

Luffy: Slytherin. "I'm gonna be king of the pirates". Okay boy, we hear you. Also, he won't share his food. Hybrid house: Slytherpuff. I mean, going around doing unintended but still good deeds, his ability to make friends and make people follow him, plus the reciprocal support and loyalty he gives his friends. However, I'm not entirely sure Luffy needs a hybrid house, I feel he's a solid Slytherin, tbh, we know they can also be charismatic and draw people in to follow them. So take the hybrid house with a pinch of salt, I feel Slytherin fits him just right.

Zoro: Hufflepuff. Tbh, it was actually a bit hard for me to choose Zoro's house, I'm not that well acquinted with Zoro, so maybe I'm missing out on this one, but, though he does seems a little Slytherin-like to me, or even Gryffindor (the whole swordman code of honour and all that), Hufflepuff wins this over. He is hardworking and loyal, and he tries to keep things logical (iykyk). Maybe not exactly just, or empathic, but still objective and practical. I feel it does fall into Hufflepuff sense of fairness. Also, Hufflepuffs make a good companion for Slytherins, so him beign Luffy's first mate plays into it. Hybrid house: Slytherpuf. Just like Luffy. "I'm gonna be the best swordman in the world". Say no more. He sure is very hardworking and loyal, but he is also ambitious, and at least as a kid, he was pretty... intense about it XD Heck, even as a teen/young adult he is. However, just like in Luffy's case, I think Zoro would make a solid Hufflepuff.

Nami: Ravenclaw. She's kinda the brains of the group, at least at the begining, and she is quite witty and cunning. I thought about Slytherin because of her being a thief and the cunning aspect of her personality, but it was a bit too obvious for my liking, and I think her personality goes a bit in a different direction when you dig deeper. Hybrid house: Ravendor. I don't know, she just has a Griffindor vibe to me, even if she's a little bit of a "coward" (more like, she's not stupid, tbh), but she did face up to Arlong, and her ambition to save her village all by herself all those years kinda strikes me as a Griffindor; not like a Ravenclaw couldn't do the same (or a Slytherin, she sure had to do a lot of shit when she was part of Arlong's pirates, she was all for gaining her island's freedom at all costs), but there's something in Nami's personality that I find Gryffindor fitting? Hope it's not the ginger bias, lol (although it could be the live action bias). Maybe it's just me, though.

Ussop: Gryffindor. He's kinda the Neville Longbottom of One Piece. I say kinda because both characters are pretty different, but there're undeniable similarities between the two of them. Also, it was stated that you could also be assigned to the house which values you valued the most, and Ussop dream is basically to become a brave pirate captain, so, from that pov, this house fits him like a glove.

Sanji: Gryffindor. That's it. He's a noble knight in shiny armour. He's Gryffindor poster boy. His backstory, how he faces up to his family, but honestly, his entire personality and demeanor and code just scream Gryffindor to me. He's so sweet (more so in the LA) that I was tempted into making him a hybrid with Hufflepuff, but who said Gryffindors can't be sweet? He's a Gryffindor through and through.

Ace: Gryffindor. He feels like a Gryffindor to me. He's a dork, he's brave, he thinks himself a hero, carries himself as such, he's hot-headed, and in the end, that's his downfall. Whatever, I just feel his face would come up first when searching for Griffndor boy in Google.

Coby: Hufflepuff. He's a hard worker and dreams of justice, he's loyal and strong-willed. Plus, he's adorable and a loving child, he's a Hufflepuff u.u Sure, I could make him a hybrid with Gryffindor, as he is brave (he stands against his friend, Luffy, that's part of his arc), but I think most of his personality traits linger strongly on the Hufflepuff side, so I see no need to give him a hybrid house.

Helmeppo: Slytherin. This was so hard, because at the begining he seems to fit the Slytherin stereotype quite a lot, but he does change a lot. And sure, Slytherins can be decent people too (again, to me, going by classic sorting, Luffy is a Slytherin through and through), but there's something else to his character. And that's why... Hybrid house: Slytherpuff. He becomes a very hard-working, just, and loyal individual. Maybe his true nature was hidden behind all that horrible nurturing he got, who knows. He still is at least partially a Slytherin, though (btw, I love him in the la, the actor really made the character stand up).

Garp: Gryffindor. He's mad as a hatter hahahahaha but I love him. He's brave, has a strong feeling of justice, a strict but fair moral code, and he comes up as a bit impulsive. But he has this hero complex going on too, as well as hero guilt (not sure that's a thing, but I hope you get what I mean). Him backing down from becoming an admiral because he believes in freedom and doesn't want to follow orders he already knows he won't like so he can be free to follow a more morally aceptable and chivalric path strikes me as very Gryffindor coded. That sense of justice also strikes me as Hufflepuff-like, but considering the rest of his personality traits, I think Gryffindor suits him best.

Mihawk: Ravenclaw. This was a super tough one. I was so tempted to just throw him into Hufflepuff. Sure, Hufflepuff house values are loyalty, fairness, justice (Doffy knows) and hardwok, but it was said this house would also accept any student that didn't quite fit the other houses, and Jesus, Mihawk was so hard, plus he lives a calm life growing vegetables (smells like a Hufflepuff if you ask me). Problem is, he really doesn't give much of a flying f*ck about anything so... Ravenclaw XD For whatever reason, I do see people from this house being the ones more capable of living an isolated monastery-like life, and that's exactly what Mihawk does, except his life is more of a cementery-like one, plus he has a ghost daughter XD It is also the house that gives me the most "I couldn't care less about politics, you, or your family" vibe out of them all XD Plus, he's a little b*tch with Shanks, not wanting to fight him only because he lost an arm (sure, he appeals to the honour code of a swordman and whatnot, but it still smells fishy to me u.u), and that kinda gives me a Ravenclaw vibe too. Hybrid house: Ravenpuff. Again, he lives calmly, actually acts with honour, kindness and fairness, taking Zoro in and training him, even when he knows Zoro's to become his rival and most probably take his title in a near future; and he values determination, hard work, and fairness in a fight, and again, he grows vegetables, knows how to cook, and enjoys a good wine. That's a Hufflepuff.

Shanks: Gryffindor. He IS a Gryffindor. Golden boy Shanks. I know some people enjoy the idea of him being a Slytherin, and though I do see the appeal of it and it would definitely fit some aspects of his personality (the cunning rat he is), this guy could be a poster boy Gryffindor. His hero complex is also quite obvious (though, truth be told, that burden was bestowed into him since he was a child). His ambition (obvious by his conqueror haki) could play into a Slytherin personality, but it also has a very strong Gryffindor vibe to it. And I said could, yes. Hybrid house: Gryffinpuff. Have you seen him as a kid in the Oro Jackson? How Buggy teased him about being too soft and naive? Sure, Gryffindors can be soft, but kid Shanks is just so Hufflepuff to me. As an adult, his laid-back, goofy, extrovert, affable and charming demeanour also reminds me of a Hufflepuff. Again, people from all four houses can show traits of other houses, there's no clear cut, so Shanks could just be a Gryffindor. But, honestly? I feel he could even be just a Hufflepuff, I would 100% support Hufflepuff Shanks hc too, my sweet alcoholic golden boy (I just don't want his fate to be that of Cedric T_T). Seriously, he IS a Griffindor, but he IS a Hufflepuff too. And that's why I definitely believe this hybrid house suits him the best, it reunites most traits of his personality perfectly.

Buggy: Ravenclaw. I mean, it matches his pretty long hair. Ok, no, but truly, he's a Ravenclaw. He is witty, he is smart, he's creative, he's a showman. His charisma and everything about him, including his goofiness and drastic humor changes, for whatever reason, strike me as Ravenclaw-like. I can think of a charismatic character who belonged to the Ravenclaw house that used his wit and quackery to fool everyone. Plus, as a child he seems to have been more observant and perceptive than Shanks, which makes him seem "wiser" in a weird way; plus he is also very crafty (buggy balls anyone?). He also likes to avoid fighting, be it because he thinks fighting unnnecesary or suicidal, which is quite "clever" of him. True, even in the direst circumstances he gets himself into trouble for not being able to shut his big mouth, but that's just his bombastic personality and caothic nature getting the best of him, he's just a passionate guy, the boy can't help it. Despite what some may think, despite he's egocentric and semi megalomaniac personality, he's also well aware of his weaknesses (I mean, his inferiority complex is quite obvious), and he isn't fond of attention if he hasn't planned for it beforehand. This is obvious by his reaction to all the attention he was attracting after escaping Impel Down, everybody claiming how great he must have been, for he was a former memeber of Roger's crew, a "brother" to Shanks and a close acquaintance of Rayleigh. Yet, he was so shy about it, and reluctant to take in all that attention, till he thought about it and planned a way to take advantage of the situation. A bit delusional, but still a quick-thinking clever guy. Hybrid house: Slytherclaw. Yep, he is also ambitious, and even with his whole inferiority complex and obvious weakness he aspires to be pirate king. He loves treasures and shiny things (actually, this sounds a lot like a magpie, which are close relatives of ravens, and yes I know Ravenclaw's pet is a bronce eagle, but there's still a raven in the name). And again, he is very witty, but also selfish, and he is not beyond abandoning everyone and everything to save his ass. Also, Buggy loves the sea, he would probably like Slytherin common room with its underwater views of the lake and mermaids. It would remind him of the ocean, he would be so happy there (I just want the lil silly clown to be happy u.u). Slytherin is a house associated with water, and we know Buggy was a very good swimer, and he surely loves the sea and the freedom it gives him (by now we all know the real reason why Buggy holds a grudge against Shanks is not exactly sea-related, but I'm pretty sure he still regrets what happened to some extent, though he probably, and rightfully so, blames his dumb self for that). Also, loving the sea, and loving treasure maps, also adds to my Ravenclaw headcanon, because I associate Ravenclaw with the sky, constelations, astronomy, star maps, etc., and to sail you defnitely need to know how to map the sky, and I feel that's something Buggy would be pretty good at, he seems to enjoy maps a lot (same logic applies to Nami, btw, she loves money, but she certainly values map knowledge above money). So yeah, hybrid house for Buggy, definitely. I think these two houses complement each other very well in Buggy's personality and character, similar to how I really like a hybrid house for Shanks (and they would complement each other so well, being from the exact opposite houses).

Roger: Gryffindor. The King, the Hero, the Legend. I don't know, it just fits him right. He's brave, he is hot-headed, he jumps into the fight without thinking. The way he's praised as a hero, with so many followers with that last stunt he pulled off right before kicking the bucket. That's very Gryffindor of him. Whatever went down in God Valley, why Roger decided to side with the Marine, why he didn't side with Xebec against the Celestial Dragons and World Gobernment, got me thinking. We still don't know what really happened there, I feel like the reason behind Roger's actions could change my mind about his house, but as it is for now, I think Gryffindor fits him good.

Rayleigh: Hufflepuff. He's the calm guy. Sure, he fights, and he's a menace, but what he finally wished for was to live peacefully in a calm island for the rest of his life. He's so chill and also fun, and enjoys a good party. Hufflepuff for the Dark King. Hybrid house: Ravenpuff. I don't know, he just has this "wise" bive to him. Maybe it is because of how he wants to have a nice, calm life as an adult. Also his calm and softer demeanour around Roger. I feel a wise and calm partner would be a good contrast to Roger's Gryffindor personality.

Crocodile: Slytherin. He's a snake. Not a crocodile, but still a reptile. Seriously, he's ambitious, he's maffia boss level, he gotta be Slytherin. Hybrid house: Slytherclaw. He's smart, cunning, and has experience. He manages bussiness with expertise, he just has that ravenclaw vibe to him. Plus, I just find the idea of Buggy and Crocodile being in the same house hilarious. At first sight no one would even phantom these two characters to have anything in common, nor his personalities to be somewhat compatible or similar in any way or form, yet this hybrid house fits them both like a glove.

Doflamingo: Slytherin. I mean... I hope the giant fish bowl that is the common room reminds him of the fashion back home.

Corazón: Hufflepuff. The boy is all heart. He believes in justice (heck, he's a marine), he's good-hearted, golden-hearted even, basically, a cinamon roll. He's also most probably a pretty hard worker, and he risked his integrity for a kid he didn't even know all that well. Also, he's a "trickster", so to speak. He must be a Hufflepuff, no doubt. Hybrid house: Gryffinpuff. He has a lot of the traits of a Gryffindor. You can't deny he's brave. He overcomes trauma as a child, and is willing to revive it and face his brother, spying for the marine, while dealing with Doffy's crazyness, and then he makes the selfless decision to save Law no matter what, at risk of his own life. He also feels he has some type of responsability regarding his borther's actions, when he truly doesn't, but taking responsability for things you're not really responsible for due to some sort of self inflicted guilt tripping type of torture sounds pretty Gryffindor to me, plus the "I must save the world from my evil brother, and because he's my blood brother, it must be me who faces and stops him" also strikes me as very Griffyndor-like. As I said many times before, I know some traits are shared between houses, and can apppear in members of different houses, but Corazón is definitely at least partially a Gryffindor. This would also explain his betrayal, Hufflepuffs are supposed to be loyal, I'm with Doffy in this one u.u (though I guess he never truly commited treason, as he was never on Doffy's side to begin with, lol).

Law: Ravenclaw. To be honest, a friend convince me of this one, I was so unsure and conflicted about him. But yes, I think Ravenclaw suits him well. His background as the child of doctors, and wanting to follow their parents' steps works out with a Ravenclaw personality. He's knowledge starved, and he's smart and witty, even a bit manipulative. Hybrid house: Slytherclaw. There's no way to avoid Law's ambition for knowledge. He is also quite determined in his path to avenge Corazón and bring down Doflamingo's downfall no matter what. I know determination is more of a Gryffindor and Hufflepuff trait, but it also goes well with Slytherin's desires to get their way, take what they want, and achieve whatever they've set themselves to (which is why Luffy is definitely a Slytherin too).

Aaaand this is all for now, it was already quite long, I may do a second list with the remaining mugiwaras and maybe some other characters I like :)

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[darkmagic-s]

and i can't help that the devil likes to come and rest his little head

summary: Your sweet devil came back to you, declaring his love and now, you were both kneeling in front of each other, holding each other so lovingly.

When you heard the word 'devil', you didn't think of sharp horns and the colour red.

Instead, your own idea of devil came in green. Your devil was intelligent and handsome, with soft, curly hair.

Your own idea of a devil was Tom Riddle.

You knew of the evil deeds he had done, how he had framed Morfin Gaunt for the murder of the Riddle family and how he had ordered his Basilisk to kill that Ravenclaw girl. You knew of the dark magic that coursed through his veins.

He was cunning and determined. He wouldn't even think twice about using people for his own needs and throwing them aside once he had what he desired.

So, why were you still here?

It was a question you didn't want the answer to, in fear of driving him away, but it was a question that you couldn't help but to repeat in your mind. You doubted Tom would be happy upon hearing that question. You doubted that he would be overjoyed at the realisation that he didn't have a valid reason to keep you around besides—

Besides...

He had wordlessly pulled you closer, with his slender hands gripping your shoulders. He pressed your body against his, and you enjoyed how it felt so right. Despite him being whoever he was, this felt right. You didn't say a word when he moved his hands from your shoulders to sneak his arms around your waist. You didn't say a word when he rested his head against yours. You didn't say a word as you returned his embrace, noticing the way he exhaled, as if being in your arms had freed him from all his burdens.

You didn't say a word because you knew this was what he needed — you.

Whenever you thought of the why, it always ended up with the same reason. The same absurd reason. It was extremely absurd of you to even think that someone like Tom Riddle would even indulge himself in love, of all things.

A part of you hoped that he would, you really hoped that he would.

The signs were there, and everyone could see it. Everyone knew how he felt about you and how you felt about him, because it was obvious.

It was easy to notice his affection towards you when you would catch him staring at you more than once. He wouldn't even look away sometimes. He always looked as if he was trying to uncover something about you, to look into you deeper and more. It was easy to notice his affection towards you when he would randomly brush away the few strands of hair away from your face with the softest touch and when he would tuck your hair behind your ear whenever you were talking.

It seemed like he didn't know why he did what he did with you. Perhaps, he knew but he was scared to acknowledge it. It was funny to you, that you knew him more than he knew himself.

You waited for the day where he would acknowledge his own feelings for you, despite how impossible that would be.

As you stared at Tom planning out his ambitions and telling you about the world he envisioned, you were reminded once again that he wasn't for you.

You loved him, genuinely. You loved the thrill you felt whenever you were with him, you loved the danger of him and you loved that he was him. You even saw him as more, the Hogwarts prodigy, the perfect knowledgeable man and the gentleman who always treated you with the best care despite the things he had done.

You saw him as what he could be.

That was your problem.

He had stopped talking, and his attention was now on his book with his other hand holding yours. Your heart jumped at the his warmth now that you acknowledged it.

You pulled away.

He looked up instantly, staring at you curiously.

"What are we, Tom?" you whispered.

He blinked. "Why do you ask?"

"Can't I?"

"You were never bothered by us," he said, raising an eyebrow.

"That was before. It was fun before but now—" you swallowed, when you noticed his eyebrows furrowed. "Now, I've grown tired of it. You have a future planned out, and I have my own too."

He closed his book loudly, leaning closer to you. You could feel irritation coming off from him.

"And just what is your future?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"The future that I see?" you whispered. "One without you in it."

"You're leaving me?" he asked incredulously.

"I love you," you said, causing him to lean back, visibly startled at the three words that you had never said to each other, despite feeling it. "I do, and I've always been by your side with whatever you do."

You took his hand in yours. "I have a bright future for myself, everyone could see it, everyone says that, and I can't have that by staying with you, Tom. You know what you do, don't you?"

His jaw clenched. "This is about what I do? Do you want me to leave them all behind, then?"

"No," you said sharply. "I'm not asking you to change for me, I've accepted that it wasn't ever going to happen. I'm saying that I'm leaving you because our paths are different."

"You've accepted that it wasn't going to happen?" he laughed cruelly. "You've lost hope for me now?"

"Perhaps, I did," you replied, standing up. This wasn't going anywhere. You were supposed to just say it and leave him. "But why should you care? I'm not here to fix you, am I? That's not the reason you keep me around, is it?"

He pressed his lips into a thin line and you raised an eyebrow. "You were expecting me to fix you?"

"I know what I do is morally wrong, yet you never stopped me," he said quietly. "It was almost as if you liked me that way."

"Because I can't stop you."

"You never tried," he replied quickly, with a hint of desperation in his voice. What was he desperate for?

"It doesn't matter now," you hissed in irritation. He was making it harder for you. Could you even consider this a breakup if you were never officially together?

You stepped closer. "It doesn't matter now because I realise that as much as I love you, I'm in love with the idea of what you could be, not what you are right now."

"You..." you whispered. "You're an evil man, Tom. I wish you weren't. I wish you were the boy that everyone sees, that my parents approved of me to be with, that Slughorn speaks so highly of. Do you know how proud I am whenever he speaks of having connections in the Ministry and wanting to help you out in the future as soon as you get out of Hogwarts?"

You laughed humourlessly. "But you don't want that."

He whispered, "Your parents approved of me? Of us?"

"Again, it doesn't matter now," you replied sharply. You turned around and approached the door. As you held the doorknob, you said quietly, "I'm sorry that this conversation had to go this way. Goodluck with your Horcruxes, Tom. I know you'll succeed in being the greatest."

"I hope..." you continued. "I hope that I won't find myself facing the end of your wand one day."

A week had passed and you were glad to say that you were doing better. You did feel miserable after leaving him for good, but you started seeing on the brighter side. He wasn't meant for you and you weren't meant for him, no matter how much you thought you could change him.

He was your type, certainly. Intelligent, bad and cunning, but having him in your life wouldn't do you any good. You certainly had a thing for the broken things, but you knew the difference between fantasy and reality, and the reality was that he was going to stay that way.

Your friends had asked you what happened between you two. Other people did too, and even Slughorn, which was not surprising for you, considering he was Tom's biggest fan. You just chose to tell them that you both decided to take a break. You refused to tell them why.

You just hoped Tom was saying the same thing if he was asked these questions.

You did miss him, terribly. Seeing him everyday didn't help that feeling. You certainly did still love him, but you found other things to occupy yourself with, hence why you were doing better. Even when there were times you wished you never left him, it didn't matter and you didn't show it. Plus, you've always been good at pretending.

You were going to pretend until you actually feel fine and completely moved on from him, but you would catch him staring. Whenever you did, it was almost like nothing had changed. You hated that.

You weren't actually in love with him, were you?

Of course not, you loved the idea of him.

You loved that he was bad and powerful, that he was capable of things other people weren't.

You also loved that he treated you with care, listened to everything you told him and paid attention to everything you told him. You loved that he would remember things about you that you wouldn't expect anyone else to remember—Tom Riddle was never anyone else, was he?

Perhaps, you did love him, but you couldn't ignore the bad things he did and what he achieved to be.

You sighed as you closed the book you were reading. Despite that it had already been a week, not a day went by where you didn't think of him.

Weekends were usually your favourite time of the week, because you always had something planned, something to do. This week, however, something was different. Was it because most of your plans before usually involved him?

As you tucked your book under your arm, you bid goodbye to your friends, who cheerfully returned the gesture.

You noticed how their expression had suddenly changed to looking startled, how their gazes were now fixed on something behind you. You wanted to ask what was wrong, but your curiosity was answered when someone cleared their throat behind you.

When your name was uttered by the person behind you, by that certain someone, you felt that familiar feeling again. The thrill, the butterflies in your stomach and how your heart skipped a beat.

You turned around, meeting the gaze of Tom Riddle.

You noticed that you had gathered some attention from the people around you, but he didn't seem to mind. He looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face, but if you had to identify it, it would be anxiousness.

What would Tom Riddle be anxious for?

"Come with me," he said softly, stretching out a hand for you to take.

You glanced at his hand briefly and you couldn't help but to notice something was missing. Where's your ring, Tom?

"Please," he added urgently.

As you let your heart decide for you, you wordlessly took his hand.

You walked by his side through the many corridors and you were grateful to feel the warmth of his hand again, to feel his touch again. You didn't question him, you didn't want to.

To your surprise and horror, both of you stopped in the girl's bathroom.

You watched in fear as he murmured something in Parseltongue and you immediately retracted your hand as the entrance that led to Chamber of Secrets emerged. He turned to you, and you noticed that he was holding his diary in his other hand.

Your eyes flickered between the familiar entrance and him.

"I won't tell anyone about what you do," you whispered, stepping back.

He quickly held onto your wrist before you could take another step. "I'm not here to harm you. I would never even try to."

"Then why are we here?"

He slowly slid his hand down from your wrist to your hand, before letting it go and stepping closer to the entrance. "For you to change your mind."

He jumped down and you hurriedly stepped forward, watching his figure disappear into the darkness.

You were terrified, but your trust in him overpowered that fear.

You jumped.

You had clung onto him all the way to the Chamber, hands curled into fists and gripping onto his coat. Despite being here two to three times before with him, the pathway that led you to the Chamber would still scare you. You still remembered how you had jumped on Tom the first time you saw the Basilisk's shredded skin, thinking it was the actual thing. You also remembered how he had caught you effortlessly and tried his best to calm you down. Your heart jumped at the memory.

This was not how you expected your Sunday would go. What you expected was a Tom Riddle-less and Chamber of Secrets-less Sunday. Anything but your current situation.

You couldn't even stop the negative thoughts that were clouding your mind at the moment. He could easily kill you and leave you here, and no one would find you. He never harmed you before, and he just said that he would never even try, but you weren't together anymore. Things were different now.

Once again, you were pathetically hoping that he would change.

You let go of his coat once you both had entered the Chamber, slowly walking beside him now and resting a hand on your wand.

"Don't be so tense," he said, with a hint of amusement in his voice that got you offended.

"This is funny to you," you pointed out in disbelief.

"You have nothing to be afraid of. As long as I'm here, you have nothing to be afraid of," he said softly, with his voice now devoid of humour.

"You're not going to kill me?" you whispered, feeling slightly ridiculous now saying it out loud.

He pressed his lips into a thin line, as if you had just said something offensive to him. Perhaps it was indeed offensive.

"Is that what you think of me now?"

"I would dispose of me, if I were you."

"Fortunately for me, you are not me," he said, before looking at where you knew the Basilisk would be resting. "You know what to do, don't you?"

Despite your fear, you obeyed and immediately stood in front of him, facing him. "Why?" you asked urgently, afraid.

"I'm not letting it out for you," Tom murmured. "Please don't be so afraid."

You swallowed, once again placing your trust in him. You lowered your head and closed your eyes. Now that you had blocked out one sense, your hearing was heightened.

Tom was saying something in Parseltongue, and you heard the sound of the stone moving distantly behind you. You couldn't help but to step forward to where Tom was and grip onto his coat once again. You felt his hand on your back, rubbing it softly as an attempt to comfort you.

You heard something moving behind you and you wanted nothing more than to leave. Knowing that a historical beast was moving behind you, living, while you had your eyes closed was frightening.

Tom would protect you, right?

He said something in Parseltongue again and there was a few seconds of silence before he finally talked to you again.

"You can look now."

You slowly pulled away, hands still gripping onto his coat and lifted your head up to look at him, receiving a reassuring look in return. You turned around, flinching as soon as you set your eyes on the Basilisk, which had its deadly eyes closed.

"And why..." you swallowed. "Why is it here?"

"You said to me that..." he started, causing you to look back at him. "You told me that you love me."

You blinked, startled. "I did."

"Do you, still, love me?" he asked softly.

"Does it matter?"

"Yes," he said firmly. "Because I love you."

You sputtered and let go of him in surprise. "What are you trying to do?"

"Stay with me. Come back to me," he said, almost desperately. "Come back to me and I will leave everything behind. In fact, right now—this diary, my very first Horcrux, I will destroy it right here."

He said desperately, while holding up his Horcrux to show you. "I can be what you want me to be, just come back to me."

"This is quite rushed," you said softly. "Why are you giving up your dreams for one person? What happens when you regret it?"

"I won't regret it," he said firmly, jaw clenching. "You are not just one person. You're my person, who stayed with me throughout everything, made me feel the things I didn't expect to feel and—you understand me more than anyone else."

"So, please," he whispered. "Tell me... do you still love me?"

You nodded. "With my whole heart."

"Can I be yours—again?"

You nodded again, unable to find any words.

He looked down at his diary, with his thumb softly caressing the cover, treating his soul so lovingly.

"You said your parents approved of me," he whispered. "I couldn't stop thinking about that. I also couldn't stop thinking about how... how you said you love me. It hurt me when you said that you hoped you wouldn't be facing the end of my wand one day. It hurt me that it even crossed your mind. It hurt me more that—if I continue on this path, there's a possibility that that might happen."

"One whole week without you," he continued. "It made me feel like how life was before I met you—empty. I always thought having power would fill that void, but it seemed that... it only widened it."

"Until you," he said, looking back up at you. "I never felt empty with you, I realised."

He then threw the book behind you, causing you to turn around and look at where it landed, right in front of the Basilisk. You almost jumped, as you had forgotten that the beast was still there.

"The Basilisk's venom is quite deadly," he stated, looking at his diary on the floor. "Tell me this is worth it."

You turned to him and told him the truth without hesitation. "It's worth it, Tom. We're worth it."

You looked up at him longingly, and placed a hand on his cheek, loving the way his eyes fluttered at your touch. He then spoke in Parseltongue for the Basilisk, despite still looking at you.

You heard the movements behind you, and you refused to look. You found that it was better to look into his eyes, until—

"Tom?!" you exclaimed, when he fell forward to you and groaned in pain.

You tried to hold him up, and you gasped as he fell to his knees, still moaning in pain.

"Tom!"

"It's—" he choked out. "The soul—"

You bit your lip, feeling useless now knowing that there was nothing you could do to ease his pain. Seeing him in pain was a new sight to you and you hated how it hurt your heart to see him like this, the usually composed Tom Riddle, kneeling on the floor in pain.

You chose to pull his head to your shoulder, wrapping your arms around his neck in hopes that your embrace would make him feel better.

It wasn't until a few moments later you realised that he wasn't groaning in pain anymore, only letting out heavy breaths on your shoulder. He lifted his head, resting his chin on your shoulder as he said something in Parseltongue. Behind you, you heard a movement, then water splashing slightly and finally, the sound of the stone again. The Basilisk was gone now.

You pulled away and cradled his face gently. He looked at you tiredly and wrapped his fingers around your wrists.

"I've already destroyed the ring yesterday," he said softly, with his thumb caressing the back of your hand affectionately. "The diary was the last one. I wanted to be with you when destroying it, especially after finding out how painful it was."

Your eyes burned and you blinked your eyes several times. You couldn't help the tears that pooled up in your eyes. You tried so hard to pretend that you were completely over him, but then your sweet devil came back to you, declaring his love and now, you were both kneeling in front of each other, holding each other so lovingly.

"You're mine again," you chuckled, as a tear fell from your eye.

"I am," he confirmed.

You sniffled and laughed, earning a small smile from him.

"I've missed your touch," he whispered. "It always feels right being touched by you. It makes me feel..."

"Loved?" you supplied.

"Loved," he nodded, seemingly coming to terms with it. "Do you feel the same way?"

"All the time, with you."

He licked his lips. "Tell me—what is your future?"

You tilted your head, brushing his hair back gently. "One with you in it."

He sighed in relief, as his hands found their way to your waist to pull you closer. When he pressed his lips against yours and moved them passionately, you agreed wholeheartedly, it felt right.

When he pulled away, he didn't hesitate to rest his head on your shoulder with his eyes closed, finding comfort in your embrace. You smiled to yourself, seeing your devil in such vulnerability that only you could see.

#i am so in love with you tommy #title from hermit the frog by marina #tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle fic #harry potter

[kitkatscabinet]

big get fucked to J.K Rowling and any transphobes I in no way support her. I do not read the books/watch the movies/buy the merch. Her opinions and lots of what she wrote is trash

Harry Potter Au but it's during the timeline of the books.

This ended up being way fucking longer than I thought so:

Aegon is in Harry's year. Aemond is a first year when they're in 4th year and Jace joins Hogwarts a year after Aemond.

Contains hcs for Aemond's and Jace's first year and Aegon's 4th.

(Helaena is a ravenclaw and a year younger than Aegon)

Aemond:

We all saw it coming but he's a Slytherin. Pureblood, comes from one of the most prestigious magical families in history.

He longs to uphold the family line/tradition and is both incredibly cunning and ambitious. While yes he's very intelligent, he learns to further his own goals and standing so it's a no brainer really

Aemond is a true loner. he has no friends even within his own house. the children his age are hardly representative of what their house should be and he thinks many of them to be sheep.

The Targaryen's did not fight for voldemort, Viserys' first wife was a halfblood after all. The Hightower's however, while not openly, did support his regime from the shadows.

It's during the first task of the Triwizard tournament that he bumps into an overly friendly fourth-year Hufflepuff.

she thinks he's just the cutest little thing and when she notices how much he brightens when he sees the dragons she asks if he likes them

Aemond ends up ranting at her for three hours before he realises what he's done. but she doesn't seem mad. In fact she thanks him and leans down to kiss his cheek.

from there he starts to see her everywhere, and everytime she sees him she'll talk to him.

he spends hours discussing everything from magical regulation laws to how he's adjusting to hogwarts.

she's the kindest, prettiest, smartest and funniest woman in the entire world he quickly decides.

one of the older boys confronts him about spending so much time with a puff, and even worse, a mudblood.

Aemond is a little distraught and confused. He didn't buy into the same prejudices as most of his housemates but still, muggleborns weren't as strong or wise as purebloods.

But... you were. You were quick-witted, and fierce and hardworking.

He thinks you're more of a dragon than his father

he pulls away a little and you give him space, but not before letting him know you'll always be available

Aemond's forgotten what it's like to be lonely and decides he cares little for it.

sits next to you for breakfast one morning and you are over the moon, introducing him to all your other friends who all fawn over him.

he sees you cry for the first time when Diggory dies. You try to hide your sorrow from him but he refuses to leave your side.

This is when he vows to get strong enough to be your protector, to be worthy enough for you.

Voldemort is back and you're one of his causes targets, he wont let anything happen to you.

Jace:

Gryffindor. The picture of chivalry.

He's a year younger than Aemond and quickly becomes one of Mcgonnagall (I forgot how to spell her name) favourites because he's so polite and well mannered.

he is still a lion though and has earned himself plenty of detentions for punching bigoted slytherins.

his mother has tried to claim him as a pureblood but everyone knows he's a halfblood.

While jace doesn't care about blood status so much, he does care about the implications it has on his mother.

he's popular with both students and teachers

gets lost in the first week of school and runs into a very pretty Ravenclaw first year who's also late because they spent too long in the library

it's love at first sight, especially when she tells Flitwick that she had gotten lost and Jace had helped her.

he's James potter if James wasn't a fuckin twat.

some of the staff refer to the two of you as the next James and lily but truthfully Mcgonnagall knows you're closer to being the second coming of a polite James and a studious Sirius

he's far more courteous though, and while he's the farthest thing from smooth when he actually does have feelings it's kind of endearing.

study dates (he can't wait until you can both go to hogsmeade).

it only takes him half a year before he writes his mother to beg her to let you stay during the holidays.

The two of you are attached at the hip and many of the staff are genuinely dismayed when your houses have classes apart. Not as dismayed as you and Jace though.

You've already planned out your future electives so you can have as many classes as possible together.

his mother likes you very much, but you and Daemon and seem to hate each other.

you are always competing with his step father, throwing snarky comments and trying to outdo the other.

Anyone that thinks its ridiculous Daemon had picked a nemesis in an 11 year old very wisely keeps that thought to themselves.

Well that is, after some pureblood on the lower end of the social hierarchy had said so at the latest ball and you had hexed him beyond recognition.

Screaming that only you could say such things about Daemon.

"I thought you hated Daemon???" "Why would you think that? I love Daemon more than I love you"

Jace becomes insanely studious after that harsh blow. he also begins training to join the quidditch team. Something that Daemon hadn't been on.

Aegon:

Genuinely the hardest to choose a house for. but he's a Gryffindor as well. If just for the fact he is none of the other three.

Aegon wants to distance himself from his family

But he has the potential to be brave and chivalrous, the hat has placed him exactly where he needs to be. Alicent (ravenclaw) is less than pleased but Viserys is delighted he's taking after Rhaenyra

he in 4th year with Harry and is only the second biggest pariah at the school because of the triwizard situation.

he has no friends. He's known as the biggest twat in the school

the twins are the only ones that like him, they're oddly perceptive to how Aegin really feels and it freaks him out.

Oh and that one girl that's somehow in all his classes, is always in the common room when he's there and almost always eats with him, even though she's super popular and has lots of friends.

she's a chaser on the quidditch team, gets along well with the so called 'golden trio' and is the perfect mix of daring, precocious and charming that all the teachers seem to love her.

she's so perfect it pisses him off, and it seems that no matter what he says or does she's sticking around.

she's a half blood, not that Aegon cares. but he knows grandfather will, and for that he tolerates her presence

(it's not because he's lonely and she actually pays attention to him, sees him for him)

his house members sneer that he doesn't belong.

Aegon knows this, but he also knows he belongs even less in all the other houses. A complete outsider everywhere he goes.

he's used to hearing such sentiments.

so when you stand and start to screech in fury in the middle of the great hall, throwing food, insults and hexes at every person that had every badmouthed him before the teachers could intervene

you lost an insane amount of house points as well as 'friends' and social standing as well as gained detention for the rest of the year

but you had officially gained one positive thing that nearly nobody else had. Aegon's love

and even if you hadn't you would still do it again.

#aegon ii targaryen hcs #aegon ii targaryen x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon hcs #hotd au #harry potter #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen hcs #house of the dragon #house of the dragon au #house of the dragon x harry potter

[tatiana-love]

Theodore Nott Headcanons!!!

disclaimers: hi darlings! this is how I envision this specific character, it’s okay if you envision him differently!

post type: headcanons, fluff

trigger warnings: none, I think

author's note: this is my first time writing anything!!! I got this idea from @honeystevie. I thought that making my own headcanons would be helpful for shifting. making this was fun so I’ll probably make more posts like this in the future. feel free to make a request! english is not my first language so be nice to me pls. anyway, I hope you enjoy this suuuuper fluffy, random post! <3

not proofread!! gif is not mine!!!

Theo Nott (General) Headcanons:

He’s a classic Aquarius; he values freedom, is intelligent, and tends to be slightly detached.

When he first meets people, he’s slow to warm up to them.

Despite being well known around school, he’s more introverted and observant than most of his friends. At social events, you can typically find him off to the side by himself or sticking by his friend group.

He can be… grumpy.

And sarcastic.

And a little cunning.

But he’s also determined, disciplined, focused, and a fast learner.

He has a soft side too!

He’s been through a lot, okay!

Since he lost his mother at a young age, and his father has always been quite cold towards him, Theo’s learned to become self-reliant. So, he HATES asking people for help. He would rather do something the wrong way than ask somebody for help with something.

That being said, he seeks comfort and escapism through reading.

He loves everything from classic literature to fantasy novels.

Once Draco caught him reading “Twilight”. Theo never heard the end of it.

He rolls his eyes whenever Draco brings it up.

Theo’s always been drawn to moody and artistic things. As a kid, he liked Tim Burton movies.

His favorite seasons are autumn and winter because he likes cold, snowy days when he can stay inside and watch a film or read a Stephen King book.

Most of his clothes are dark colors. A deep, dark teal is his favorite shade to wear because it’s the perfect mixture of blue and green.

He wears a big, chunky ring which contains his mother’s birthstone, and he NEVER takes it off.

You’ll usually find him in a sweater with a collared shirt underneath, slacks, and Converse high tops.

When it’s extra cold, he wears a black leather jacket.

Theo secretly has a thing for Ravenclaws. During his 3rd year, he developed a crush on Luna after seeing her in the library, but he never got around to talking to her. He just admired her from afar.

Theo: *staring at Luna*

Draco: “Nott, what on Earth are you doing?”  

Theo: “Huh? What? Nothing…”

Draco: “Er, alright then…”

Theo: *nervously sips water*

Draco: “Anyway, as I was saying, that Lovegood girl is such a freak.”

Theo: *chokes on water*

Luckily, Theo’s gotten a lot more confident since then.

Speaking of secrets, Theo likes to write… but only Blaise and Hermione know about that.

Did I mention that Theo and Hermione are friends?

Although they were wary of each other at first, they slowly grew close by bonding over their shared interests. She brings out a softer side of him.

Ron and Harry never warmed up to Theo though.

Blaise, however, is his closest friend. They’re both introverts who had complex childhoods, so they sort of just understand each other.

Theo & Draco knew each other long before attending Hogwarts. Even though Theo finds him to be obnoxious at times, he looks back on his childhood memories with Draco fondly.

Draco & Pansy like to annoy Theo for fun to try and get a rise out of him.

It usually doesn’t work.  

But when it does work it’s truly… something else.

He bottles up his feelings, so when he lets them out it can be explosive.

Of course, Draco found this hilarious at first… but remember when I said Theo was observant? He knows EVERYONE’S secrets. And if someone really pushes him, he’ll use their secrets to get even with them. Including Draco who learned that lesson the hard way.

On a lighter note, Theo’s a cat person. I imagine him adopting a black cat at some point. It would probably be a girl and he would probably name her after a character from a book that he likes.  

Theo is someone who cares deeply about the people who are close to him despite his initial aloof demeanor.

He’s the kind of person to send letters to his friends or leave notes around for them to find.

He’s got perfectly messy cursive handwriting.

Theo for sure has a pen pal that he’s been writing to for years under a fake name. He shares his poetry, secrets, and short stories with them.

Unlike Blaise and Draco, Theo is not really concerned with his public image.

When he finally does open up to someone, he’s much softer, warmer, and sweeter than he was before.

He’s an insomniac. His eyes are always a little puffy from a lack of sleep.

His cologne smells like sandalwood!!

#theodore nott #theo nott #theodore nott x reader #harry potter #harry potter headcanon #draco malfoy #blaise zabini #hp headcanon #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x reader #slytherin

[lythea-creation]

The Price Of Family - Draco Malfoy x sister reader

summary: (f/n) isn't exactly a perfect heir to the Malfoy family. How will Draco deal with his sister sticking out?

warnings: reference to abuse

word count: 944

Author's note: Feel free to check out my Masterlists and make requests. No reposting please! Reblogging, comments and requests are always appreciated <3 If you like the story/my writing, please don't be shy to say it via comments or asks! It takes you a few seconds and might make my day. It's the best appreciation you can show to a writer you like.

Requested? Yes

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Being a Malfoy was not coming naturally to me.

For starters I despised the whole pureblood supremacy shit. Not even talking about the dark lord.

At school I was an outcast. Most Slytherins stayed away from me due to my beliefs which I did not hesitate to declare. A lot of other students avoided me because of my brother.

Luna was one of the only people I truly came along with. Maybe because she was the odd one out as well. I loved that about her though. She was true to herself and never questioned being herself. It was inspiring honestly.

But there were also somerismatic and cunning twins who I liked to hang around with. It was always fun to be with Fred and George and they did not care about my family. They saw me and not just my name.

Draco and I used to come along well when we were younger and life easier. But he preferred impressing our father over me nowadays and we were drifting apart the more time passed.

The year was over sooner than I had wished for.

I was sitting in a train compartment with Luna and Neville, enjoying our conversation. At the same time I could not help but dread the end of this ride. The summer break was the worst time of the year for me.

So I hesitated to say goodbye to my friends to join the family reunion that was already taking place at the gate.

Our parents were delighted to see Draco. They were all smiling and talking. Sometimes I wondered if I should just not return home one day to improve all our lives. But that would feel like running away and everything inside of me was clenching at the thought of giving up when it was getting hard.

Reluctantly I stepped over to my family who actually greeted me properly.

Our mother let us talk about our school year the whole way home. But as soon as we arrived I escaped into my room.

I unpacked my stuff immediately to get it done quickly. But that did not work out as I was interrupted by Draco bursting into my room.

“I've wanted to talk to you for a long time now”, he proclaimed.

“You can't just come into my room like that”, I noted.

“Of course I can and I just did”, he insisted. “The Weasley twins? Seriously? Do you want to ruin our reputation for good?”

“Just get out”, I shot back.

“I won't. You may not care about our family, but I do. I wasn't exactly excited when you started hanging out with that Ravenclaw weirdo, but this is a different level. Why do you keep interacting with blood traitors?”, he ranted.

“This is stupid”, I mumbled, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

“The future of our family is a joke to you? When did all of that even happen? You used to hang around the right people”, he recalled.

“Oh, you mean your friends? Our rather the kids of our parents' friends? They're narrow-minded and total jerks”, I stated.

“What did you just say?” He growled, getting dangerously close.

“Drop the act, Draco! I'm not scared of you”, I enlightened him.

“You should be”, he warned me.

“You're weak, Draco. Always have been. You only do what everyone around is expecting you to do”, I proposed.

My brother clenched his fist before snapping his fingers and that way calling one of our house elves. “Go and get my father”, he ordered.

“That's another thing. You all treat the house elves like shit. I just don't get it. They're doing so much for us. A little appreciation and kindness isn't too much to ask for”, I remarked.

“What is going on here?”, our father questioned.

“(f/n)'s going insane. She's spending all her time with blood traitors and wants us to treat the house elves better”, Draco revealed.

“Is that so?”, father reassured.

I gulped. Honestly I was slightly scared of him because he was always afraid our family honor may be at risk.

“It is”, I confirmed.

“Alright then. I've given you enough time to redeem yourself. It's time for you to learn the hard way”, he announced.

“What do you mean?”, I inquired anxiously.

“You're going to spend the summer with your aunt. Maybe she can put you back on the right path”, he considered.

I could feel all color drain from my face. “You mean aunt Bellatrix? Are you serious? She's a maniac”, I reminded him.

“Don't talk about your family like that! Apparently I failed to teach you properly. Maybe I was too soft on you. I'm sure she won't be”, he assumed.

“No, you … you can't do that”, I protested.

Now I was scared to no end. Facing my father was one thing, but my aunt. That was a completely different story.

“I'm taking your wand in the meantime”, he decided.

My wand flew his way with a flick of his own before I could react.

“I'll contact Bellatrix immediately. You don't get to take anything with you. I'm sure she can provide you with the essentials. Draco, you will watch over your sister until your aunt arrives to make sure she doesn't do anything reckless”, he ordered.

“Yes, father”, Draco replied obediently, although he was looking a bit paler than before as well.

My mind was racing to find a way to get out. Suddenly I wished I had just run away after all.

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#harry potter #draco malfoy #sister reader #draco malfoy x reader #angst #female reader #luna lovegood #fred weasley #george weasley #weasley twins

[jimblejamblewritings]

i should hate you | part 1.

Summary: Y/N Lestrange felt like her life was a set-up since birth. The entire school hates her thanks to her mother and father. Worst of all, she finds herself liking a Gryffindor… the one whose parents were tortured by hers.

Warnings for the Series: angst, fluff, some smut

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x black!reader

Word Count: 4.0k

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“And rook takes knight. Checkmate, Mr. Longbottom.” You smiled, cheekily. “I finally beat you!”

“You have? Didn’t you win last time?”

You shook your head and flipped your notepad to show him the last date that you two had played chess. Mr. Longbottom laughed as he went through the pages.

“I’ve been winning every time? Guess I still got it. Look, sweetheart.”

He held up the notepad as Mrs. Longbottom finally sat down in the chair next to him.

“That’s nice, isn’t it. Are you excited to go to Hogwarts, dear?” she asked you.

You nodded. “It’s my fifth year.”

“Right, right. Ravenclaw?”

“Slytherin.”

“Right… I’m sorry, dear, I forgot your name.”

“(Y/N) Lestrange,” you mumbled as you waited.

Sometimes they nodded solemnly and gripped their chairs before going back to chess and tea with you. Other times, their eyes widened as if they saw the devil. Not that you could blame them. Your mother might as well have been the devil— your father wasn’t much better. Today, they just nodded and went back to tea. You checked your watch that you only ever wore on the weekends.

“I’ll see you next Friday.”

“Same time, dear?” Mr. Longbottom asked.

“Every time,” you said with a wave.

You shrugged on your cardigan and wrapped your Slytherin scarf around you twice. The St. Mungo’s employee handed you the quill to sign yourself out. You stepped towards their eerily pristine fireplace and threw down the Floo Powder while shouting for the Hogsmeade Post Office. You coughed through the ash as you landed. Since you were in Hogsmeade, and Halloween was coming up, you stopped by Honeydukes and got some candy before heading back to Hogwarts. Last year— every year previously actually— you would have stayed longer with the Longbottoms. Even when second years weren’t allowed to go to Hogsmeade, you magically had a doctor’s appointment in London every Friday. It helped that you had anemia. Only if any of the professors paid attention, they would realize that you only needed your blood drawn once a month not once a week— once every two weeks at best.

However, Hogwarts was being interfered with by the Ministry this year and you never wanted to push your luck with Friday curfew that never mattered much before. Especially if Umbridge caught you instead of Snape. You had done well enough to stay out of her detentions but that’s because you weren’t an idiot like the rest of your classmates. You didn’t think it would take being in Slytherin to figure out how to navigate around her but clearly your house was the cunning one for a reason.

“Why are you so out of breath?” Draco asked when you entered the Slytherin common room.

He laughed when you pointed to the candy, holding out his hands for you to throw the box of red ropes to him.

“You almost risked Filch for some candy, Father would send a howler for that one. Did you finally beat Longbottom?”

You nodded as you took off your scarf and jacket. Slytherin was actually warm despite being in the dungeons. Draco finished chewing the red rope.

“Only took you almost four years… hey!”

You had thrown your jacket at his face. Your cousin was more your brother— you were clearly the better twin. Of course, Lucius and Narcissa took you in when both your mother and father got matching prison blocks in Azkaban. Why wouldn’t they? You were their precious sister’s little Death Eater child. And you acted as such when at Malfoy Manor. You and Draco weren’t stupid— although Draco did believe purebloods were better than muggleborns. But neither one of you agreed with killing them off or destroying muggles. You actually liked muggles. Draco just thought they should be ignored, who cares about them? However, you both knew how to play a part at home and it made you close because of it. He was the one that covered for you whenever Lucius wanted to meet in Hogsmeade on a Friday for dinner instead of maybe a Saturday lunch.

“Be glad I didn’t hex you,” you said.

“Please, I’m better at spells.”

“You wish, Malfoy.”

“Wanna duel, Lestrange?”

“Fine. I admit defeat.”

Draco smiled. “You’re coming to the game tomorrow, right?”

“I thought it was Gryffindor against Ravenclaw.”

“They had to reschedule, four players got seasonal flu. Slytherin’s up. So you’re coming.”

You yawned while saying yes and walked towards your room to wash up and go to bed. The morning brought you decked out in green and silver as you made your way to the quidditch pitch. You weren’t a good quidditch player. Well, you had been good enough to make trials but anemia made you get tired quickly and the games could sometimes go on forever and you resigned after considerable talks with the team. So you were now just an avid fan. Keeper was your favorite position to keep an eye on. And even though Slytherin was obviously your favorite team, Lee Jordan’s commentary and roasting was absolute gold. It was only made better by McGonagall constantly giving him warnings.

The game ran into lunch— Slytherin won. You all whooped and hollered through the corridors as everyone made their way into the Great Hall for a late lunch. Everyone rolled their eyes at the noise that your house was making. You didn’t care. All the other houses were boring anyway. What was the point of winning if you couldn’t flaunt a little? You stopped cheering to actually try and eat, frowning when you noticed that your table was out of scones and butter. There was plenty of jam though which meant everyone else ate the scones with just butter. You looked over to see that Ravenclaw had no scones either. The table on the other side of you— Gryffindor— still had a massive pile. You stood up and crossed the very small threshold over to Gryffindor. Everyone glared at you as you leaned in between Seamus and Neville. You turned your attention to Neville, who you may have had the tiniest crush on, because he always seemed the nicest out of Gryffindor.

“Are you guys still eating those?”

Dean pulled the entire tray in front of him, making the table laugh. You sighed but refrained from rolling your eyes. That pretty much answered your question. They weren’t eating them but you couldn’t have them either. You knocked on the table and crossed over to Hufflepuff who didn’t give you glares but very silently handed over a plate with a few scones on it. They only shook their heads ‘no’ when you asked if they had any butter left. No one would ever talk to you. You either had enemies or those who just didn’t want to be your friend.

Being Slytherin was one thing but being a Lestrange was another. No one liked you— Draco actually got more respect. Even in Slytherin, you didn’t really have anyone. You just tagged along with Draco’s friends when you could. It didn’t matter to you though because you had friends outside of Hogwarts. Granted, they were all adults and saw you more as someone to mentor than a friend but it was good enough. They were also all victims of your parents’ torturing so maybe you didn’t have any solid friends but what you did have was good enough to you.

This time, you didn’t ask Gryffindor for permission. You clocked one of the butter saucers sitting in between Ginny and Harry. Another was between Fred and George. The twins were beaters on their quidditch team so you knew their reflexes were fast. On the other hand, Harry was seeker and Ginny had been training so it was just as bad. You spotted a pitcher of water sitting next to a pitcher of pumpkin juice by the twins.

“If you won’t share your scones, can you at least pass the drinks? Hufflepuff doesn’t have any.”

The twins reached for the pitchers just as you grabbed the butter saucer. A satisfied smile rested on your face as you balanced the butter on top of the little plate of scones. The table went back to glaring.

“Oh, good game by the way. Seriously, the only team with cleaner broom dives is Ravenclaw.”

“Shove off.”

“Alright then,” you mumbled to yourself.

Fifth year and you would think it stung less every time someone told you to get lost. Draco suggested last year that you should just give in and be the monster that they all thought you were. You told him that it wasn’t your nature and you would stay true to yourself. It was going to take more than silent Hufflepuffs, stuck-up Ravenclaws, and bitchy Gryffindors to break you. One day someone would realize that you were a really good friend.

“Oi!” Draco yelled. “Pygmy Puff, are you going to hoard all the scones or bring them over?”

You laughed. You weren’t considerably short but the minute Draco became taller than you, he started calling you every tiny name he could think of. Pygmy Puff stuck when you puffed up your cheeks one day after he called you that. You picked up a scone.

“If you can catch the snitch, catch this!”

The position you had tried out for before having to resign was Chaser and it showed. The scone went cleanly in between the gap of Neville and Seamus, Draco catching it in one hand. Snape cleared his throat.

“Play with your food once more instead of eating it and I will take five points from your house.”

“Yes, Professor,” you said while Draco laughed at you.

You heard someone mutter Slytherin as you walked back. You set the scones down on the table, taking the one you wanted. You realized Snape had totally saved your ass because you forgot that Umbridge was monitoring lunch that day. One slip up wasn’t going to land you on her bad side though. The pink monstrosity seemed to somewhat like you that a single scone probably wouldn’t ruin it. You weren’t listening much to whatever Blaise and Pansy were debating about as you watched a large chunk of Gryffindor leave. When you spotted the one that you were looking for, you excused yourself from the table— Draco was the only one who noticed.

You didn’t think all of Gryffindor was going to the same place at once but so many of them seemed insistent on going to their common room. Well, that didn’t matter. Your house had just won a quidditch game, you weren’t getting a better adrenaline rush and confidence boost. You followed them all the way to the stairs as they approached their common room portrait of the Fat Lady.

“Hey, Neville!”

You cringed, wishing you said it a bit quieter. Damn near everyone there had turned. The glares were back but you didn’t care, especially because Neville wasn’t glaring. His face was in a hard line but he wasn’t glaring. You reached into the pockets of your jacket as you tried to find the little pumpkin ceramic that you bought with some of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavored Beans inside— you had picked through to make sure no bad ones were in there. When you looked up, you saw a little protective wall in front of the boy.

One of your eyebrows raised. “Um, I would like to see Neville.”

“So you can hex him? Your mum didn’t do a good enough job with his parents?”

“What? No, I-I.” You held up the little pumpkin. “I— the Halloween dance is girls ask guys this year. I know it’s tomorrow but I got nervous. Oh, there’s a joke! I think we’d have a gourd time at the dance if we went together. So, do you want to go… with me?”

Neville blinked. “Is this a joke?”

“No, why would I joke?”

Harry scoffed. “Slytherin’s are good at lying through their teeth.”

The rest of Gryffindor agreed. The little ceramic pumpkin that you had pressed against your cheek when telling your little joke started to feel really warm as your face got hot. You weren’t even sure if it was hot with anger or embarrassment or whatever other feelings you could possibly have. Neville looked back at you.

“No.”

“Oh, that’s fine. You probably got asked anyway, this was really last minute,” you said quickly.

Seamus laughed, throwing a shoulder around his friend. “No, he just wouldn’t go with a Slytherin let alone someone like you, Lestrange. Don’t you have a first year to go torture or whatever your mum and dad taught you?”

The Gryffindors retreated into their common room. You took in a deep breath and checked your watch. Neville usually left to meet with his parents in about thirty minutes. You learned that when you almost ran into him a year ago. You always had visited the Longbottoms at random times but didn’t realize that Neville had a set schedule. After figuring out that it was every Saturday and the time, you decided to make your visits to the Longbottoms on Friday so you would never run into him. You pulled out your wand.

“Accio pen and the cute notes.”

The little clicky pen with flowers on it dropped to the floor in front of your feet along with a cute pad of pastel green post-it notes in the shape of a cactus. You bought it when you snuck out over the summer. It wasn’t really sneaking out considering you weren’t grounded but you were supposed to be going to Diagon Alley. You did… after spending three hours on the muggle streets of London. You wrote a little note on the post-it and stuck it to the pumpkin. Maybe Frank and Alice would like the jellybeans inside. You also had enough little ceramics in your room that you didn’t need more. Setting the pumpkin down in front of the Fat Lady portrait, you left the steps and went back to your common room.

Thirty minutes exactly, not a minute earlier or later, and Neville was back outside with a beanie and a jacket. He didn’t feel the need to wear one to the game that morning but the night was going to be cold when he got back. Plus, his grandmother would give him a hard time if he didn’t at least show up with an outer covering. He heard something tumble down the stairs and break as he stepped out of the common room. He looked over to see a pile near the wall. Quickly, he moved down the stairs to see what he inflicted damage on by accident. A little green note stuck up in a pile of jelly beans, dust, and ceramic pieces. He picked up the note.

There are Bertie Bott’s inside. Only the good ones :)

“Reparo.”

He scoffed when he saw the ceramic pumpkin. It was probably poisoned. He thought it was a good thing that McGonagall had started Transfiguration with the Vanishing Spell. He firmly pointed his wand at the pumpkin.

“Evanesco.”

Neville tucked his wand back into his jacket sleeve and continued on his destination to the Hogsmeade Post Office.

~~

You had to keep yourself from groaning as Umbridge strolled into Trelawney’s class for inspections. Staying her favorite meant not complaining in her presence. But she made the whole affair a nightmare. You just wanted to nap in Divination— which is what you usually did— after the absolute blunder that was Halloween. You didn’t go to the dance because you didn’t want to hear from anyone about you asking Neville. But you didn’t get a good night of sleep either. You had been kept up all night though because you were reliving the embarrassment instead of sleeping. You only perked up when you heard Umbridge start to ask Trelawney a bunch of questions in rapid-fire succession.

“Well, if you could just predict something for me, then?”

You watched Professor Trelawney freeze up. “I don’t understand, you.”

“I’d like you to make a prediction for me,” Umbridge repeated.

Trelawney wrapped her shawl around herself. The entire class buried their heads in their books, suddenly becoming loud as they told each other false dreams to try and avoid listening to the altercation that was happening. You jumped up out of your seat with your book.

“Professor! You were right, the swords must have been upside down in my dream not rightside up. I asked him and it didn’t go well.”

Trelawney grabbed your book, seeming to catch on. “Oh, yes, yes. Dear, I’m sorry to have been the bearer of bad news.”

“It could have been worse. At least it wasn’t the Grim… thank you for staying up all night to answer my questions. I know it must have drained your Sight.”

She patted your hand. “Quite alright. The Inner Eye will be ready again with proper rest.”

Umbridge tapped you on the shoulder. “She gave you a prediction?”

“Yes, Professor.”

“And you would say it came true?”

“Yes, Professor… except for the part where I was wearing red. Green is my color, won’t ever change it.”

“But the rest of it?”

“Oh, yes, Professor. I should have listened too, it would’ve saved me a lot of embarrassment.”

Umbridge made a sound that you couldn’t identify what it meant. She wrote on her parchment and stated that Trelawney was fine for now but she did want a follow-up inspection in the upcoming months. You slumped back in your seat.

“What?” You asked when Draco looked at you.

“You actually defended the crazy hag?”

“She gets sacked, I lose my napping class.”

Trelawney came over to return your book, not even caring that she could clearly hear a faint snoring coming from you. Draco pinched your cheek to wake you up when class ended. You laughed when he yelped as you sent a little jinx his way. Gathering your books, you got up for your next class. You found yourself stuck behind the Golden Trio on the stairs. They were whispering intently about something. You caught the words teach, Hogsmeade, and defense. They moved on to complaining about the scar on Harry’s hand from Umbridge’s detention. You had seen enough of the scars going around. Whatever Madame Pomfrey gave people was healing them rather slowly. You suspected that Umbridge was making her do that so punishments would last longer because Madame Pomfrey could heal bones in like a week.

“I have a concentrate if you want to use it,” you offered.

All three heads turned around, eyes immediately narrowing.

“What?” Harry asked.

“A concentrate… for your scar. It’s a bunch of healing essences put together. I get my blood drawn a lot and the needle pricks don’t really go away so they gave me a concentrate. I’m pretty sure whatever spell is on Umbridge’s quill uses needle pricks. I can bring it to our next class. It works instantly y—”

“I’m good.”

They walked off. You adjusted the books in your hand. If you had sense when you were younger you would’ve asked to use Malfoy’s name or even your mother’s maiden name. But you came to school with Lestrange and have been paying the price from the ripe old age of eleven. You didn’t try for the rest of the week. It was hard to try all the time. You thought that as you kicked at the rock in your path. You were walking through Hogsmeade by yourself.

Draco and his friends didn’t want to go. You didn’t really mind. Draco was nice— Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy were not. Blaise was alright but he was sick so he couldn’t leave Slytherin dorms unless it was to get more medicine from Madame Pomfrey. You were walking aimlessly. You didn’t want to eat yet and you didn’t want to walk into a shop and spend money unnecessarily. You saw the Hog’s Head look to have more life in it than you had ever seen. You remembered that Ron, Harry, and Hermione had said something about Hogsmeade. Maybe all those people were in there for something. You could hear the conversation as you got closer.

“I want to join,” you said as you stood in the doorway. The door pushed you forward a bit as it closed behind you.

The faces in front of you read from confusion to anger. You adjusted your beanie.

“You’re doing lessons or army or whatever. I would like to join.”

“Fat chance, Lestrange,” Ron scoffed.

“Please. I know my parents are… I didn’t live with them, if that helps? They’ve been in Azkaban this whole time.”

“No, you just lived with the Malfoys. Not much better is it?”

You took a step further inside to try and plead your case, eyes going wide when Hermione suddenly had her wand out and pointed at you. You held up your hands in surrender. It wasn’t like you didn’t know why they had a hard time trusting you but it was like they didn’t even want to give you a chance. You guessed that you couldn’t blame them but it didn’t make it feel any better. No one in the room tried to help you. You nodded slowly and stepped backwards until you were back in the doorway’s threshold.

“I really do want to help if you’ll let me… you can ask Mr. Aberforth to vouch for me if you want, he runs this pub.”

No one said anything. The barman called your name.

“You need a butterbeer before you pass out, kid?”

“It’s anemia, not low blood sugar.”

“Aren’t those the same thing?”

You shook your head.

“Well, you need anything for your— what would you even need?”

“I’m good. I’m going to get my blood drawn now, time to get told the same test results for the past fifteen years.”

You turned around and headed to Hogsmeade Post Office. You didn’t actually get your blood drawn at St. Mungo’s even if that was on your medical form at Hogwarts. You got it drawn at a small clinic nearby that was run by muggles. The doctor there knew about the wizarding world. She had suffered the Cruciatus Curse at the hands of your parents and it was too dangerous to obliviate her mind. The torture had been so much that she was only functional because they let her keep the knowledge about the wizarding world. She always gave your work to St. Mungo’s but let you get blood drawn in her clinic. You liked talking to her. She was one of the few people that never initially hated you. Something about the crimes of the parents aren’t the crimes of their kids or however her muggle saying went. That was another reason you liked muggles. You found that they forgave easily. The doctor wrapped the band around your arm and waited for veins to appear.

“Did he like the ceramic pumpkin?” she asked.

You shook your head. “It was a complete disaster. It’s going to be my new boggart for years.”

“Boggart?”

“Um, it’s like a big creepy floating cape of black that turns into your biggest fear.”

“Well, I can tell you that teenage boys aren’t that scary, (Y/N).”

“No, but a whole school that hates you is.”

“Your brother?”

“A whole school minus one that hates me.” You winced as the needle went in.

“They’ll come around. Just keep being a good person.”

“Can’t I just work here instead?”

“Do you know how long medical school is?”

“No?”

Your eyes went wide as she started listing all the schooling. She chuckled as she took another little vial of blood before pulling out the needle and giving you a band-aid. You declared that medical school was higher-up on the list of possible boggarts than Hogwarts could ever be.

“How is that one couple? The Longbottoms?”

“Doing better.” You shrugged. “I played chess with them yesterday and beat Mr. Longbottom again but this time he actually remembered I had only done it once before. It’s a start, I guess?”

“That sounds a bit promising.”

You left the doctor with a wave and a new determination to make at least one friend at Hogwarts that wasn’t Draco.

(Part 2)...

#neville longbottom x reader

[teddyniffler]

In the Shadows of Friendship Forever

Chapter 5: Ominis

Ominis waited on the path just on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, the music and chatter coming from the village could be heard in the distance. While he waited he went over his plan in his mind. He hoped Anne would arrive soon, he was often uneasy in places he didn’t know too well, the ground could hide any secrets from him, such as uneven paths and rabbit holes. The sound of a person apparating near to him startled him out of his thoughts.

“Anne?” He asked. “Hello Ominis,” came a voice he knew very well. There was a small touch on his arm, the way the twins always used to greet him. “I am glad you came; I would not have asked you to come here in person with your condition if it was not important.” Ominis said. “It’s ok, I like distractions these days. I find I am on my own a lot now, with my own thoughts. It’s nice to see this place again.” She said, he imagined she was looking back in the direction of the noise behind them due to her voice fading slightly in volume. “Are we alone?” He asked to be sure, however his own ears had already told him there was no other living being near them. “We are.” Anne confirmed. “I have a plan on getting Sebastian out of Azkaban. It may not work, the chances are not favorable, but I cannot live with myself if we don’t try. As I said in my owl, we will be working outside of the law, I can’t imagine is being legal. It could blow up in our faces more than Garreth’s potions, but I still wish to try.” Ominis paused, he hesitated in delivering his idea, because it was so childlike, filled with pit holes. Lying? Blackmail? He was worried Anne would return to wherever she had been staying in anger because it was such a silly idea to bother her with. “Whatever it is, I am in. He’s my brother and I will do anything to get him out. I may be still angry with him, but he doesn’t deserve Azkaban. I allowed my anger to rule my head.” Anne’s voice sounded so broken that Ominis wanted to reached out to her.

“So, this is my proposal” Ominis started to explain. As he delivered his plan, Anne kept silent. He wished he could see her face to read her expression. The silence drew on. And on. He stopped; his last line hung in the air. The pause stretched on. “What do you think?” He asked Anne, but to also confirm to himself that she hadn’t just walked off in disgust. Anne stood there gapping at Ominis. Everything he had just told her had shocked her into silence. She considered everything Ominis just said. “Ominis, this is the thought process of an unsound mind.” She said honestly. His stomach dropped like a stone, he had been sure she would understand, perhaps his idea truly was childish fantasy. A foolish hope of saving his friend. He cursed himself for wasting her time, for humiliating himself in this way.

“We are doing this.” She then said. Ominis breathed in fast and looked in the direction of her voice. “Really?” He asked, his voice for the first time in weeks not heavy, but maybe a little hopeful. “We are Slytherins, are we not? Are we not cunning and resourceful, are we not determined to get Sebastian out of there, no matter what we have to do?” He smiled.

Yes, some did mutter about Slytherin house being the darkest house in Hogwarts. How many times did wizards in the street claim most students from their house turned bad, but that wasn’t entirely true. Slytherins were just as loyal and compassionate as their Hufflepuff counterparts, just as brave as a Gryffindor and as smart as a Ravenclaw, but a Slytherin would push the limits or even resort to the lowest means possible in order to protect their friends. Students from other houses would drawn the line much earlier. That is what truly set them apart. “But Ominis, are you sure? There’s a reason you ran from your family.” Anne asked, he could hear the worry in her voice. “They hurt you, won’t they do it again?” Ominis knew this all to well. He had been thinking of nothing else himself. “I will do it for Sebastian.” He said, firmly. He would. He would do anything now to get Sebastian back. “I must send my father an owl. Will you check over my writing for me once I have finished?” Ominis asked with rapidly growing anxiety, his hands growing sweaty at the thought of reconnecting with his family, but he was sure to speak with command, to cover any of his fears. “I have no doubt that he will reply right away the second he gets my letter. He is a formidable man. One last time, are you sure we are doing this Anne? If my plan sounds insane, please say, but if not, then we’re doing this” He felt her take hold of his free hand. He hoped she didn’t notice how warm it was. “We’re getting Sebastian out.” She confirmed.

They headed into Hogsmeade. The Three Broomsticks would be the best place to write a letter to his family, then they could send it from the post office nearby. The owl would reach his family’s home in no time. They picked out a quiet corner, away from other visitors and away from any portraits that may listen in. Ominis listened to see if any conversations about Sebastian were taking place, but he couldn’t hear anything over his own pounding heart rate. His stomach had started being a little unsettled due to his nerves. He took out his quill and started telling it what to write. The quill started scratching out a letter to the man who had provided him with so much, but who was also the source of his anguish.

Professor Black was not a man who was suited to his role, but he did enjoy the luxury accommodations that came with the job and his wife sure enjoyed the idea of her husband being the Hogwarts Headmaster. With luck, he would have all Mudbloods out of Hogwarts before their children had to mix with them. In this moment though, he believed this job did not pay him enough.

“Tell me you bring me this in jest?” He demanded. There were two children sitting opposite him, but he was only really addressing one of them, the Gaunt boy, he was the only one that really mattered here. The girl was Sebastian Sallow’s twin sister but she held zero interest to him, all his attention was on the blind boy before him. Right then, the girl bent forward and started moaning in pain. Professor Black really did not want to deal with this. “No!” She gasped, raising again, her face going red. “The spell lifted just yesterday, I felt it and I just knew. I sent Ominis an owl right away. Aughhh.” She bent forward as more pain ripped through her stomach. Ominis put his hand on her back, his head still facing Professor Black. “It is true Professor,” Ominis confirmed. “I also felt it lifting.” Professor Black’s dark eyes flickered from Anne, still gasping in pain to Ominis, pale eyes gazing deeply into his soul. Did this boy ever blink? Professor Black’s brain was spinning, this was concerning. He needed to take control of this situation before it spiraled into something that would disturb his peace.

He gathered his composure. “So you two, you both state that yourselves and Sebastian Sallow were placed under the Imperius Curse by Victor Rookwood, who confronted you down in Feldcroft. Rockwood then killed Solomon Sallow, but forced Sebastian to confess to the murder. Then he ordered you both to falsely testify against Mr Sallow and since then you’ve all been controlled up until yesterday, when the spell just lifted, that correct?” Professor Black asked. Anybody else he would have laughed at and then expelled them on the spot for wasting his time and for being a bad at lying. He did not believe this cock and bull story at all, these two were Slytherins, he could clearly see the truth here. Anne and Ominis had a fallen out with Sebastian, they turned him in out of spite and now they had changed their mind and wanted their brother and friend back. This was Slytherin cunning in its purest form, he had to admit too, the girl was quite the actress, her ‘pains’ were still coming. Well, he hoped it was only acting.

He had enough of this game, it was time to catch them out. He couldn’t do anything to them, not really. Ominis Gaunt was not to be threatened under any circumstance and the girl wasn’t currently a student, so he couldn’t expel her. He would scare them, then throw them out of his office. “So why did you wait until now to come see me? You said the curse lifted yesterday? Why have you waited so long to come report this? I believe you were in Hogsmeade this morning, Mr Gaunt. I do get alerted when my students leave the castle, did you know that? Did you buy anything nice while shopping? Surely, something as important as a dark wizard controlling you should have been brought to my attention with uttermost haste?” Let’s see them answer that! He waited, holding his smile in. He loved knocking students down a peg. “We wanted to be certain,” Ominis spoke in his normal tone, for such a young man he had an infuriating superior drawl, all his family did. “We would not have wanted to waste your time Headmaster. I must have sent Anne an owl the very second she sent hers, and her letter confirmed what I had also experienced and felt. Anne was only able to come today. We met in Hogsmeade as it was quiet. Yesterday she was indisposed due to her condition, as you can see before you. However, I was only able to send an owl to my father this morning explaining what has happened to us. Yesterday I was perturbed. I could only just manage to hold my panic down in History of Magic. I believe Professor Sharp can testify my absence in potions, I was so distraught I could not attend his class.”

They. He said it. Professor Black sat perturbed himself. The boy had told his father? His father… Oh boy. Oh Lord. The Black family had always held respect, they were a member of the sacred Twenty-Eight pureblood families, they only had magical blood in their veins, and always would. They were proud of their blood status. They had been around for countless generations, right back to the Middle Ages. However the Gaunts, the Gaunts were a whole different breed. They were not only decedents of the legendary Cadmus Peverell and all that surrounded him and his two brothers, but also of Salazar Slytherin himself. If the Black family considered themselves royalty, then the Gaunt family were emperors. Emperors who could crush royalty under their boots. Professor Black smiled, shakenly. “Just a moment.” He said, getting out of his seat he turned and went down the two little steps behind his desk. He poured himself a large brandy, before drowning it down in one go. Then he refilled his glass once more and drank again. Merlin’s curse!

He returned to the desk. Ominis’ unseeing eyes still watching his every move, it unnerved him to no end. He forced another smile as the girl finally stopped her painful wailing. “Did your father, um, reply yet?” Professor Black tried to sound casual. “Not yet” Ominis said “While we do not always see eye to eye, my father still deeply cares for my best interests, my wellbeing, the Gaunt family sticks together, even when we push away. I just know my father will be so concerned for me right now, I will, of course, reassure him that I am okay when he writes. However, the hurt I am feeling right now, knowing Sebastian is being tortured in Azkaban when he’s innocent is eating away at me. I’m sure you will know what to do.” That little brat.

Professor Black smiled again. He knew what was happening here. He was being blackmailed by a sixteen year old boy. It was subtle that the listening headmasters and headmistresses of the past wouldn’t catch it, but it was there. The Gaunt’s had power. At best, Professor Black knew he could get blamed for allowing three students to be cursed under his watch, one to be carted off to Azkaban for a crime he did not commit. At worse, the Black family would likely be blacklisted from future marriage arrangements among the other sacred twenty seven families, depending on if Ominis told his father that Professor Black didn’t help him. The Gaunts had so much influenced in many things, Ominis may only be sixteen, but Black knew right there if he didn’t help Ominis, then things for the Black family would turn nasty. Barred out of the marriage arrangements, and the Blacks would have to marry brothers or sisters, aunts or uncles or face their family name dying out for good. They would rather die out than marry Mudbloods or Muggles. The boy sitting before him looked innocent and pleasant enough, an excellent example of a young gentleman in the making, but Phineas Nigellus Black in that moment could see Ominis for what he truly was, a serpent. The snake nor the apple truly didn’t fall far from the proverbial tree. He was just like his father. “Terrible,” Professor Black said carefully, to get a feel of the atmosphere in this room. “If three students were indeed cursed under my watch, and one of these students condemned to Azkaban. They will be an investigation; you shall have my full cooperation. Hogwarts will make sure.” There was silence for a moment, then Ominis broke it. “My father will be happy.” Ominis’ eyes were somehow right on Black’s. Black’s eyes were right on Ominis’ own, even though the boy couldn’t see him. Right now they weren’t student and headmaster, but a boy from a higher house than his own threatening him. “You are a credit to Slytherin house,” Professor Black beamed at Ominis, but it was painful and very forced. “Now, I’m sure you have homework to attend too, Mr Gaunt. Miss Sallow, it is good to see you are looking better. I would love to talk with the both of you longer, but much for me to do, and it seems I have a letter to the Minister for Magic to send. I bid you both a good day.” Ominis stood up, as did Anne. They turned and left the room. Professor Black watched them go, upon his face was the look a child may wear upon being corrected by their parent. He placed his head down on his desk. What a day. He needed to write to the Minister for Magic at once to save his own skin, to save his own family, and say what exactly?

‘Minister Spavin, sorry to bother you, but the boy you sent to Azkaban was ‘innocent’ after all. He’s clearly not, but as his sixteen year old friend and his twin are threatening my family, I felt compelled to message you to please let him go at once.’

Professor Black chuckled. He chuckled again. Then slammed his fists into the desk. This job didn’t pay him enough for this. “Um, headmaster?” Came a voice from one of the portraits on the wall. Black ignored it, let them watch, it was no secret he was a questionable man. They had all seen much worse, let them all judge. “Pardon me, Headmaster?” Came the voice again. “What!” Professor Black snapped. “Master Gaunt is at the school gates, sir, he wishes to speak with you ‘immediately and with great urgency about my son being cursed and controlled, what else!’ I believe were his exact words, Headmaster. He didn’t sound happy.” The portrait informed him. “Just my luck.” Black muttered “Just my luck.” He got up once more, turned around and went back down the steps to pour another large stiff drink.

Anne and Ominis didn’t speak at all as they left the headmaster’s office, they didn’t talk at all as they crossed hall after hall, down staircase after staircase. “Ohh Anne! Are you coming back?” It was Amit Thakkar, he jogged towards them “Are you better now? I am so sorry to hear about your uncle, it shocked me to my core, I never thought Sebastian would- oh, um, bye?” Anne and Ominis walked faster, leaving Amit behind. They both knew where they were heading and they soon reached the Undercroft, Anne glanced around, there was nobody there to see them entering the hidden room. “Clear” She said. Ominis already knew, he couldn’t hear anybody else around. They both walked through the fake clock together, the door sealing behind them. “What do you think?” Anne asked the moment they were sealed in. “I believe the headmaster got the general gist.” Ominis said “His voice told me that much.” They sat down together, their backs to the wall. For a little while they were lost in the enormity of their lie. “We wait now and see,” Anne told him. “I would imagine the Ministry will come out to talk with us again. We will need to have our stories exactly the same.” “We were cursed. The curse lifted because Rookwood had been killed. Our friend must have gotten it wrong, they didn’t kill Rookwood like they thought, somebody else must have gotten him. With his death, the curse lifted. Our friend isn’t here to offer a counterclaim and I don’t think they will come back, not after Professor Fig’s suspicious death. Half the school seems to think they were involved and the other half believes them to be a dark arts user, like Sebastian.” He added glumly. Anne rested her head against Ominis’ shoulder. Ominis closed his eyes for a moment and rested his head on hers too. There was a time all three of them would fit into a single bed back in Feldcroft when Ominis had first started running from his home during holidays. They had been younger, but also smaller back then. It was only before the third year had they all grown a little more and Solomon had informed them it was becoming not proper for such things. He and Sebastian slept on a mattress on the floor by the fire, while Anne kept the bed. For a moment, he let himself enjoy the quietness with Anne by his side, maybe some of his home hadn’t been destroyed, but home wouldn’t be whole until Sebastian came back. He hoped they had done the right thing, he knew deep in his soul he could not have left Sebastian to rot in Azkaban, but by starting the lie, he had opened a large bag of Nifflers.

The clock entrance started clicking and Ominis’ eyes flew open again, he sat forward quickly, as did Anne. “Anne,” He whispered “Who is that?” His ears strained to listen, somebody was entering the Undercroft but that was impossible, nobody knew it existed. Was it their old friend, the fifth year from last year, had they come back? They knew of this room and how to get in, but something told him it wasn’t them. Tap, tap, tap, tap… Footsteps, sure even footsteps of a person who was confidently walking in. This was not a person who had stumbled across the Undercroft by accident, this person walked with purpose. He felt Anne standing up, he did so too. “Anne?” He whispered. He was totally lost; he could not see the newcomer and they made no noise as they entered the room. The footsteps had stopped as the newcomer paused at seeing them. Anne was gazing at the man who had just entered the undercroft. He was very handsome yet eerie. His pale silver eyes zeroed in on her at once, the way he was looking at her was unnerving. It was as if he were an intelligent predator who hunted not because it was hungry, but for sport. There was an amused look on his face, as if he had expected to find this room empty and had found her trespassing on Gaunt territory. Like a snake that had returned home to find a mouse sniffing around it’s den. She knew who this was at once, although she had never met this man before. He was like Ominis, but without the blindness. Otherworldly silver eyes, the same colour as Ominis’, yet while Ominis was totally blind, this man’s pupils could see the world very clearly, maybe a bit too clearly. He had blonde hair, some of it was very pale as if highlighted from the sun’s beams. His robes were luxurious, she had never seen a man dressed so smartly, not even Uncle Solomon dressed that fine. The robes looked like they cost more than most treasures at Hogwarts. His lips parted in an amused smile. Then he hissed. Anne took a horrified step back, to her surprise Ominis almost did too. There was definitely a reaction from Ominis, but he had tried to hide it as best as he could. Anne looked from this man to Ominis, not sure what to do, what to say. While Anne heard a hiss, Ominis heard words. “My boy. What tomfoolery have you got yourself into now?” Ominis lowed his head, then thought better and raised it. He straightened his back and tried to act normal. “Hello father.” He replied, his normal posh drawl coming out as a hiss.

#ITSOFF #ITSOFF5

[hintofelation99]

Batfamily sorted into Hogwarts houses?

Ooohhhh a classic, I love it! Tbh I have no clue how controversial my opinions are here, like honestly each member fits several houses well. So I just went with what felt best to me, but I'd love to hear other's opinions!

First let's go over the main traits of each house, these are the traits I will be focusing on.

Gryffindor -> Bravery, daring, nerve, and confidence

Hufflepuff -> Hard work, dedication, patience, loyalty, and fair play

Ravenclaw -> Intelligence, knowledge, curiosity, creativity, and wit

Slytherin -> Ambition, leadership, determination, cunning, and resourcefulness

Bruce

-> Hufflepuff: I feel like this one will be rather controversial and honestly it was pretty difficult to decide on. But I think his overall dedication to the mission is what sold it for me. Like that's one of his more consistent character traits, he values the mission above all else. And I don't think of that value or dedication as coming from a place of ambition, but rather a place of loyalty. Honestly Batman's relationship with Gotham really exemplifies both patience and dedication, at least it does in my mind. Hufflepuff is also sometimes thought of as the house that accepts all, so people who don't have a good designation can go there, which is pretty on point with Bruce adopting a shit ton of kids.

Dick

-> Gryffindor: This one might be a tad cliche, but I think that it fits. Because all of the batfam is daring and brave, but Dick takes so much joy from these traits. He’s known for defying gravity and having fun doing it. He’s also the typical confident older brother, like he definitely has insecurities but overall he’s a pretty confident guy. He’s a leader who paved the way for Robins and continues to protect the rights of young heroes. He’s known for being super protective of his family and is willing to make sacrifices for them. Also he brave enough to design a custom that had no pants and confident enough to run around in that costume.

Babs

-> Ravenclaw: Babs the oracle, she’s basically the definition of knowledge. She definitely exemplifies other houses as well but her dedication to knowledge and intelligence definitely put her in Ravenclaw for me. After being paralyzed a lot of people thought she would give up being a vigilante, but instead she turned information into a weapon and a shield. Instead of giving up she created a new and now invaluable position. She isn’t just smart, she’s clever and quick thinking, always ready for any situation.

Jason

-> Hufflepuff: Okay, so in a lot of ways Jason mirrors Bruce. He’s incredibly loyal to his home, has strict rules that he (mostly) stands by like don’t hurt kids and no abusers get no mercy (and yes I’m using the terms rules loosely here). But honestly what sold the whole ‘Jason is hufflepuff’ thing for me is how protective/kind his is of crime victims, specifically women and children. He was a crime lord who fought to for kids, who didn't tolerate abuse, and who protected prostitutes. And yeah that's all super brave and very Gryffindor-esque, but in my mind it all comes from a place of genuine kindness, and that's what makes him a Hufflepuff to me.

Cass

-> Hufflepuff: Cass is deadly, she could snap just about anyone like a twig, but she's also a complete cinnamon roll. She's a sweetheart who adores her family and, for the most part, likes people. Cass is kind and sweet and she literally booped Batman on the nose. Like if that isn't the most Hufflepuff thing, than I don't know what is. She's just the epitome of 'soft cute Hufflepuff,' but also never forget that she can easily kill you.

Tim

-> Ravenclaw: In my opinion (and I think also canonically but I'm not 100% on that) Tim is the smartest bat. Tim literally outsmarted Ra's Al Ghul and he figured out Batman's identity when he was just a child. And he's not just 'I know a lot of things' smart, he's cunning and knows how to plan for any outcome, how to out wit others, how to lie to Batman. Like in the Red Robin arc his Tim's side quest is outsmarting the league of assassins and pissing off Ras Al Ghul. That's such a Ravenclaw (and baller) move.

Steph

-> Gryffindor: Steph had the nerve to put on a purple suit, she was daring enough to hit Robin with a brick, and she was brave enough to become Batgirl even after her encounter with Black Mask. She's bold and shameless in all the best ways. Like Steph isn't the greatest fighter or most skilled bat, but she's bold and fearless and that's what makes her such a great hero.

Duke

-> Slytherin: This one took me forever to decide on, but I realized that Duke has all the smarts of a Ravenclaw and all the bravery of a Gryffindor. Traits that both fit perfectly into Slytherin. He's cunning and smart and an amazing leader and so determined. Duke lead the 'We Are Robin' movement and made his life goal to out riddle the Riddler. Honestly he's the perfect mix of smart and brave and really exemplefies the best of the Slytherin traits.

Damian

-> Slytherin: This one is a bit lack luster and a bit typical, but I do think it's fitting. He's cunning and ambitious and really values his heritage. Damian knows his life goals, he knows where his heritage can take him, and he will do anything to reach his full potential. And I do think that he has some Hufflepuff undertones, undertones that come out even more around animals and Jon, but overall he is a Slytherin.

And wowie, I'm done. This took waaayyyyyy longer than expected, so sorry for that. Honestly when I saw this ask I was like 'oh, cool, easy!' then I tried to answer and holy shit. I went back and forth so much and could not decide. So after many days and much thought this is what I ended up with. That being said I did really love this ask bc it was super fun.

Also srry if there are any typos but if I keep trying to edit this I will never finish bc I will keep changing my mind.

#batfam #batman #bruce wayne #duke thomas #the signal #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #cassandra cain #black bat #stephanie brown #spoiler #tim drake #red robin #barbara gordon #oracle #batgirl #damian wayne #robin #hogwarts houses #ask #mypost

[photogirl894]

Bad Batch Headcanons:

Hogwarts Houses

My bestie, @darthzero22 , brought up the question in a conversation we were having:

What Hogwarts Houses would each Bad Batch member belong to?

These were what we agreed on:

Gryffindor: Hunter and Echo

Traits of this House:

Courage

Bravery

Determination

Daring

Chivalry

Leadership

100%, these two are Gryffindors 💜 They both are incredibly brave in the face of immense danger and they're both natural-born leaders. Hunter is the leader of the Clone Force 99 and Echo has leadership skills from his days as an ARC Trooper and showcased his skills as a leader during their rescue mission for Hunter on Kamino. They both care for their squad and do whatever it takes to keep them safe. They don't care what they have to do as long as their family is protected. They look out for them as well as other people around them. Both of them are respectful to those who they feel are worthy of it, such as Captain Rex, Cham Syndulla and even Su Lawquane when Echo addresses her as "ma'am" upon first meeting her. There was no question which house these two brave Clones belonged to!

Slytherin: Crosshair

Traits of this House:

Ambitious

Resourcefulness

Determination

Pride

Cunning

Self-preservation

Now, hear me out on this one! I do not give Slytherin to Crosshair because he's an antagonist and Slytherin is often the villainous House in Harry Potter. Slytherin is my Hogwarts House myself. Crosshair fits many of the traits of this House. He is definitely ambitious and has a vision of what serving the Empire will do for him in terms of him continuing to be an elite soldier. He is resourceful and cunning in his sniper skills and later on when he goes after his brothers and gets them all to Kamino. Pride is also a definite trait of his and it's what had him fighting constantly with regs and what's led him down a wrong path with the Empire. He fits Slytherin both in more good ways than bad, for sure 😊

Ravenclaw: Tech

Traits of this House:

Intelligence

Wit

Learning

Wisdom

Acceptance

Creativity

Yeah, who didn't see this one coming? 😜 Tech literally says he has an "exceptional mind", which shows he's highly intelligent. He is 100% a Ravenclaw. Not only is he wise and intelligent, he is definitely witty to a tee. ("That's not her ugly side?") He is creative in his inventions and his additions to the Bad Batch's plans, such as creating a brain scanner for the chips, scrambling the signature key of the Marauder to elude the Empire and coming up with the light contraption to keep the irlings at bay during their spice heist. Tech being a Ravenclaw...well, I thought it was obvious 😏

Hufflepuff: Wrecker and Omega

Traits of this House:

Loyalty

Hard-working

Patience

Fairness

Just

Modesty

These two are the most loyal of the Bad Batchers, not only to each other, but to the rest of the squad, too. Not to discount the loyalty of the others at all. They both work hard at bettering themselves for the benefit of their squad and modest about their efforts. Patience might not always be their strong suit at times, but they have their moments where they're better at it, such as Wrecker waiting for the call for pickup on Daro and Omega with her strategy games. Omega's stronger trait is fairness; she wants to be included and also do for others what she would do for her own family, such as helping Hera free her parents. Wrecker is just in how he and his brothers are treated and he thinks highly of them, claiming "they're not dummy Droids". I know Hufflepuff isn't the most popular House, but these two would make it all the better!

Thank you for coming to our TED Talk 🥰🥰

#star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #bad batch headcanons #hogwarts houses

[umbran6]

Hogwarts Houses for the Heroes of Olympus, Apollo, and Meg.

I’ve seen a lot of people do this, so I thought I should do this and explain as to why I wanted them there. Spoilers are abound through Heroes of Olympus and Trials of Apollo as I explain my reasoning. 

Percy Jackson: Hufflepuff. Look, I know a lot of people place him in Gryffindor. That’s a reasonable outcome one can reach, considering his feats could be considered immensely brave. However, Percy has often participated in his quests out of a sense of loyalty towards those he loves, whether it’s his mom (The Lightning Thief), Camp Half-Blood (The Sea of Monsters), Annabeth (Both The Titan’s Curse and Battle of The Labyrinth), and in The Last Olympian, all of them. What really pins him in place is when he willingly fallis to Tartarus alongside Annabeth by the ending of The Mark of Athena, which is a remarkable yet insane feat of both love and loyalty. He also has a work ethic, which is revealed during The Tower of Nero. Rather than just go straight to New Rome and live a happy life, he went to a hellish military school just so he could graduate from there with a high school diploma. If that’s not a work ethic, I don’t know what is. Loyalty and work ethic are key Hufflepuff traits, and Percy has shown all of them. 

Annabeth Chase: Slytherin. Annabeth has often shown a lot of intelligence, but also a lot of resourcefulness and cunning during her time in the series. She literally tricked both Arachne and Nyx in what were impossible situations, and her goals are extremely ambitious, with her wanting to become an architect so she could build something that could last a thousand years. She also has a lot of Ravenclaw traits, to the point she repeated Odysseus and listened to the Sirens so she could learn what she desired the most. However, that was only once, and most often she used the knowledge she was given in resourceful and cunning ways, such as during the Last Olympian where she used the statues from Daedalus as a way to defend Manhattan. Needless to say, in my opinion she is a Slytherin first and Ravenclaw second. 

Jason Grace: It’s quite tricky, considering we don’t get to see any key defining traits, but I have decided to put him in Gryffindor. Jason’s shown plenty of bravery, fighting Giants and Titans during his quest, but he also has honor and chivalry, which he shows during Blood of Olympus, and later on, The Burning Maze. Specifically, in the scene where he makes a deal with Kymopoleia, promising to make shrines not only to her, but to all of the hundreds of minor gods of Greek Mythology. As we later see during The Burning Maze, Jason was completely willing to honor such a deal, working on the shrines even while he was living the closest thing to a normal life one could achieve as a demigod. And of course, we can’t ignore the fact that he was brave to fight Caligula just so his friends could escape. 

Piper Mclean: Slytherin. This is because during most of the time we’ve seen her, Piper fights dirty. She doesn’t stab a monster in the dagger, but charmspeaks the monster and stabs him in the back while he’s distracted. When claiming the position as Cabin Counselor in the Aphrodite Cabin during The Lost Hero from Drew, Piper uses the rules against her to get the position, rather than straight-up fighting her at the very beginning. Furthermore, rather than fight Khione upfront during the House of Hades, she bides her time and stalls the goddess until she can find a way to win. Though she has some traits that could go along with the other Houses, Slytherin tends to stand out the best. The only way she isn’t Slytherin in terms of traits is that she lacks ambition — we never see her have a higher goal beyond the quest, or any plans for what she’s going to do after everything’s done. Overall, she’s Slytherin through her actions, not her words, ironically. 

Frank Zhang: Gryffindor. This is because Frank performs a lot of actions that are by any standard, brave, and often selfless and self-sacrificial. Specifically, a lot of the sacrifices he performs throughout the series. In Son of Neptune, he was willing to be the distraction against the Laestrygonians so that Percy and Hazel could start their escape plan. He was literally willing to burn his own life force (his stick) so that Thanatos could break free despite the very large risk it posed to him. He even stood in the way of a Giant, pushing him all the way to the Canadian border. And as we learn in The Tyrant’s Tomb, he was willing to repeat his sacrifice if it meant Caligula and Commodus were killed.  Frank is a Gryffindor through and through, though he does have some minor Ravenclaw traits such as his use of tactics against his opponents, way of making plans, or recalling ancient Roman history. 

Hazel Levesque: Once again, this was another difficult one. Mainly because Hazel is split right down to the middle between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. On one hand, she was so loyal to her mother that despite the fact that the lady got them into this mess, Hazel willingly sacrificed Elysium so her mom wasn’t punished. On the other hand, she was also willing to sacrifice herself so Alcyoneus couldn’t rise again despite the fact that it would lead to her and her mom’s death. Finally, I decided she deserved to go to Gryffindor, because of the fact that she willingly went towards the quest to rescue Thanatos in The Son of Neptune despite the fact that it was very likely that the god of Death would take her back to the Underworld. That takes immense amounts of bravery, not only because it’s the right thing to do, but she’s also putting herself at immense risk of being dragged down to the Underworld. 

There are some Slytherin traits, such as when she made a plan to trick Sciron during the House of Hades, or the plan to trap Nike. However, Hazel’s a lot more defined by her bravery and empathy, which are more Gryffindor traits. If she had more ambition, a big goal after the quest it could be understood, but overall her Gryffindor traits are more prominent. For example, let’s compare how she got to Praetor and Octavian got to Praetor, and later on, Pontifex Maximus. Octavian often used a lot of word-twisting and dirty tactics to get his position, and only got there because Reyna left her post so she could help Jason. In comparison, the legion willingly raised her on a shield and collectively voted her into the position due to her bravery during the fight against Tarquin in The Tyrant’s Tomb. 

Leo Valdez: There have been arguments over where he should go. All of them want him in one house or the other, but the most convincing ones were either having him in Slytherin, or in Ravenclaw. And I can definitely agree with both — Leo has shown immense amounts of intelligence and cunning throughout the series.  He’s also intelligent in the sense that he created the Argo II, multiple weapons, the Holographic Scrolls, and even Buford. 

However, after looking through his actions, I found that he leans more towards Slytherin. Although his façade of cheerfulness and humor was used to disguise trauma, he also used said humor to make himself appealing towards bullies so they didn’t beat him up. He often used his cunning to morph himself to social situations such as his façade as a jokester to look less threatening in comparison to others. 

During the times we see him fight, he’s also the one to not only play it smart, but also using tactics and dirty tricks, rather than focusing on swordplay or his own fire powers. The only time we see him go ham with his pyrokinesis is when he’s fighting Khione during The Lost Hero. Furthermore, in The Mark of Athena, rather than straight-up fight the nymphs and Narcissus to get the celestial bronze he needed to make repairs, he uses himself as a distraction and has Hazel manipulate the bronze in a place where she can’t be seen, which is a plan that needs a lot of manipulation of the opposing parties.

What finally acted as the nail in the coffin for me was his plan to defeat Gaea during Blood of Olympus. It involved a lot of manipulation of both enemies and allies, and in the ended it succeeded so brilliantly that everybody got what they wanted, with none of them being aware of the plan until Frank and Hazel explained it, and they were the very few people in the know regarding Leo’s sacrifice. Developing such a plan takes immense amounts of cunning and ambition, which are both Slytherin traits. Although he may be chaotic, mischievous, and annoying, Leo is the guy you don’t realize is a Slytherin until it’s too late.

Nico di Angelo: The thing about a guy who was pretty much a loner throughout most of his time in the series is that it’s hard to tell what values he has. Ergo, we should look at his actions rather than his own words. Nico, although mainly dominated by his naïveté during his younger years, has shown himself to be extremely brave. For example, there was him openly defying his father by saving Percy from his imprisonment, and later actively convincing Hades to stop his vow of neutrality and fight alongside the Olympians in The Last Olympian. Finally, there’s his excursion to Tartarus and later his willingness to transport the Athena Parthenos during Blood of Olympus. Nico willingly went there to see if the Doors of Death were over there, and later transported the Athena Parthenos to Camp Half-Blood even if it meant he would fade into the shadows forever. All feats are insanely brave, and therefore I argue that he should go to Gryffindor. 

Reyna Avila Ramirez Arellano: Hufflepuff. Most of Reyna’s actions aren’t inspired by bravery, honor, or chivalry, though from a certain point of view they are brave. Reyna often performs most of her actions out of loyalty for those she cares about, almost in a Percy-ish kind of way. Her interrogation and cold nature towards Percy in Son of Neptune? Suspicion that he would be a threat to Camp Jupiter. She metaphorically fought against Octavian’s power advances because she knew his own ambitions wouldn’t help New Rome. Willingness to cooperate with the Greeks before the Eidolons screwed up everything? She believed that it was best for New Rome. Willingness to brave the Mare Nostrum all by herself? Both her loyalty to Jason and that she believed that waging war against Camp Half-Blood was not the best for the legion. Her loyalty and ethic just make her a shoe-in for Hufflepuff. 

Apollo/Lester Papadopoulos: Oh boy, he’s kind of at an in-between when it comes what house he should be in. If we were talking about him pre-Lesterfication, I would honestly say Hufflepuff, but he takes a good chunk of those traits and turned them into a darker way. He defeated Python because the snake monster had chased his mother off of Delphi. He alongside Artemis murdered Niobe’s kids because the goddess insulted Leto by saying she was better than her. When Asclepius is murdered by Zeus, he retaliates by murdering the Cyclopes who made the weapons. And finally, he punishes those who broke their vows He shows loyalty, but in a lot of darker ways that we don’t expect. He’s got Hufflepuff morals, but they’re in a darker, more warped way than we expect. 

If we’re looking at him post-Lesterfication, I would still say Hufflepuff, but now he does it in a brighter way and is also more Gryffindor. He was more willing to sacrifice himself if it meant saving those he cared about, such as when he willingly tried to kill himself during The Burning Maze if it meant Caligula would stop holding his friends hostage. He was also willing to commit more honorable gestures such as bringing Jason’s body to New Rome during The Tyrant’s Tomb. He was even willing to own up to his mistakes right in front of a god who had every right to hate him if it meant Meg and Reyna could be spared. He’s still a Hufflepuff, but he’s a more idealistic and less warped version of the values he had before he became Lester. 

Meg: In a way, she’s pretty much like Apollo. She’s a Hufflepuff, but in all the wrong ways at first. We see this in The Dark Prophecy when its clear that during that time, she was more loyal to Nero of all people rather than her fellow campers, to the point of accepting Nero’s gaslighting if it meant she could see the positive view of him. However, she’s also loyal to Apollo and her father, which we see in The Burning Maze because the main reason she guns for Caligula is because she often compares him to The Beast aspect of Nero, the person who killed her dad. She in the end is also willing to accept and finish her father’s legacy, planting the seeds that eventually become the Meliai. Tower of Nero is when she gains the will to stand up to Nero after support from Apollo and her friends, and is later on seen taking care of the other children Nero abused. In the end, she’s a Hufflepuff despite the fact that she may not look like it. 

Now, before you guys getting up in arms about there being no Ravenclaws, in my opinion the house is a lot more knowledge-focused, whether its discovering more knowledge, but also using it in a more academic and experimental way. Considering we don’t see this attitude or its corresponding values too much during the stories that we see since they’re more save-the-world mission focused. While Slytherin does have an intelligence-centric value such as cunning, its more focused on using such intelligence to manipulate and trick others, while Ravenclaw uses such intelligence in the discovery for knowledge. 

#Leo Valdez #percy jackson #hazel levesque #meg mccaffrey #lester papadopoulos #apollo #frank zhang #Hazel Levesque #jason grace #piper mclean #reyna avila ramirez arellano #nico di angelo #hogwarts houses #Gryffindor #Slytherin #Hufflepuff #Ravenclaw #Sorry Ravenclaws #Hogwarts Houses through Character Analysis #I'm sorry I made it an essay long #pjoverse #pjo series #Harry Potter series (in name only) #hoo

[loeyparker]

hurt her to save her - d.m

pairing: draco x fem!reader

word count: 7k 

warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of death and torture

plot: getting closer to Draco during sixth year has consequences. Draco realizes that when he’s forced to hurt you in order to keep you safe from Voldemort

a/n: my HP obsession is back so I’ve returned to writing fics but i might have went overboard with this one lmao . it wasn’t requested, but if someone wants part 2 i’m gonna do it <3

Draco Malfoy had a very good memory. Besides being cunning and arrogant, he was also incredibly smart – which is precisely why he was second best in most classes. Behind the cold, uncaring façade the youngest Malfoy put out into the world however, stood a boy who remembered things he probably should have forgotten.

Lately, Draco Malfoy couldn’t remember the last time he felt anything but fear. He attempted to mask the feeling either with anger, determination or indifference but the true, raw feeling of fear was behind it all, much like a dementor guarding all his other emotions. The past summer planted dread and terror deep into his mind and the ink on his skin felt like it was seeping through his skin, entering his veins and poisoning his heart.

By the time he arrived back at Hogwarts for his sixth year, he felt drained. With the weight of the world on his shoulders, the young boy attempted to pretend to be a normal student, despite the countless sleepless nights and stray tears that sometimes escaped through small cracks in the emotional wall he’d built around him over the years. The tears only saw the light of day in the darkness of the Room of Requirement, where he found himself surrounded by old artifacts and silence.  

“Draco, Severus has been telling me you seem distracted.” The soft, yet scared tone of Draco’s mother rang throughout the empty, rotting room in the Shrieking Shack. Broken windows allowed for the wind to invade the abandoned building violently and loudly, and to dance around the three figures standing in the dark. It caused a shiver to run up Draco’s spine, but he couldn’t tell if the reaction came from the cold or from Narcissa and Severus’s stares aimed at him.

Draco felt so small under their gaze.

“That’s true, I have been.” Draco admitted, looking forward. He focused on a spider trapping a moth in its web. “With school.” The moth fought, attempted to flap its wings but the web was too sticky. “I have to keep up my grades. Them dropping suddenly would be suspicious.” Draco’s voice didn’t waver, despite his heart beating at a much more rapid pace than normally.

“Lie.” Severus Snape spoke simply. The professor was tasked with taking care of the Slytherin boy, but he wasn’t about to listen to his childish lies while the man knew what he had been seeing in the past months around Hogwarts.

Draco didn’t move.

Narcissa sighed and got closer to her son. She placed her palms on Draco’s pale cheeks and she felt them being hollower than she remembered. Draco still didn’t look at her. The spider was covering the dying moth in his web, fully suffocating the creature.

“My boy, the dead don’t need lovers.” Narcissa’s voice was quiet, regretful even. Her heart ached for the boy who was so quickly deprived of a childhood.

“You cannot forget about the assignment because of a girl.” Snape spoke up, his voice monotonous.

“I haven’t forgotten.” Draco spat back and took a step away from his mother, whose hands dropped. He didn’t feel the lack of her palms on his cheeks, as they left no warmth Draco could feel. “And there’s no girl.”

“Do not lie to us, boy. I have seen you with the Ravenclaw girl, I am not blind.” Snape saw the glances between Draco and you in the Great Hall, he saw the way Draco fixed his gaze on you during DADA. He also caught you walking into the Room of Requirement not long after Draco the previous night. On top of that, Minerva had mentioned how Draco’s recent assignments closely mirrored yours. You had a certain style noticeable in your homework answers, and that style began to be seen in Draco’s own homework which lead everyone to speculate the two students may be closer than everyone thinks.

Before Draco could deny, Narcissa spoke “Under other circumstances, I’d be delighted to hear about a girl in your life.” Her tone was soft, yet it held an edge and sternness to it. “But you have a mission, Draco. Do I need to remind you of the consequences to befall our family if you don’t succeed?”

“No.” Draco spat. He already knew the consequences – loud and clear. They had been drilled into his mind, heart and soul the entire summer. If he couldn’t kill Dumbledore, Voldemort would kill Draco’s entire family instead.

“The girl is another weakness. Another person to add to the death list, Draco.” His mother pleaded. “You know he will kill her if he finds out.”

“I know.”

Draco could feel all the warmth in his body melt away and even his bones felt cold and heavy.

“You can still save her.” Snape spoke. “Focus on you mission, hurt her. Make her believe you don’t love her.”

Draco glanced at the spider one last time, and the moth laid still in the webs of the predator. The wind made the web sway, but only slightly. It was too sturdy to be blown away by any forces.

“Hurt her to save her.” Narcissa’s voice echoed through Draco’s mind all the way back to the castle. The Room of Requirement didn’t appear that night, and so the boy went to bed instead. He entered an empty Slytherin common room and even though the fire was burning, Draco couldn’t feel its warmth. Not even as he knelt in front of the flames, attempting to warm his freezing hands. His movements were mechanic. As he laid in bed that night, he couldn’t remember how exactly he got back into the dorm from the Shack.

However, he remembered events that took place years ago perfectly.

He especially remembered the night of the Yule Ball, two years prior. He can pinpoint the exact moment he spotted you in the crowd of well-dressed students. It was, in his mind, the first time he really, truly saw you. He remembered the small -but noticeable skip of his heart that happened as soon as his eyes landed on your figure. You were smiling, but sitting at the wrong table –  which confused him for a moment. You were sat at the Gryffindor table, right next to the Weasley twins who were making you laugh. A Ravenclaw boy whose name Draco didn’t know was behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders thus signaling that he was your date that night through possessive body language. You didn’t acknowledge his presence much, though.

Pansy, Draco’s date, made comments about your dress each time you stood up to dance. The long dark blue satin dress gently touched the ground with each step you took, the slit in its side slightly exposed your leg with each movement. There was a smile on your face the whole night.

Draco thought you looked so beautiful.

He thought you looked beautiful even when your glance danced towards Ron Weasley until the end of the ball.

Draco also remembered the night Pansy dragged you into Umbridge’s office a year later. She held your arms behind your back forcefully while you struggled to get out of her grasp. Your wand was in her possession and you looked angry. A great juxtaposition to how you looked on the night of the Yule Ball. He remembered thinking how much sense it made for you to be tangled in Harry Potter’s mess because that’s what Potter did. He had everyone on his side, all odds in his favor while Draco was being dealt bad cards at every turn.  

You fought and tried to get away from Pansy. Your hair was messy, and your oversized blue sweater was getting untucked from your jeans with each forceful move you made. A frown painted your soft features, your eyes seemed darker than usual. Draco caught a glimpse of the scars on your wrist which he immediately knew came from Umbridge’s detention sessions, and he felt a flicker of rage rise into his stomach. The feeling directly contradicted the satisfaction he had been feeling at the sight of Potter getting his plans spoiled right in front of him.

“Parkinson, lay it off.” Draco found himself spitting when he realized the pressure on your wrist was painful. He spoke before he realized what he was doing, and so he found the confused gazes of Ginny and Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and you – all fixed on him. Pansy obeyed Draco with discomfort.

You looked at him quizzingly, not really understanding why he was suddenly…helping you? He met your gaze just for a second before a heavy glare returned in his eyes and he turned away, focusing entirely on Harry and Umbridge.

It was minutes later when he watched your figure getting smaller as you ran away from Umbridge’s office, escaping with your friends. Draco and his friends were left behind and unable to follow as they each struggled with curses thrown at them in the escape. You were all long gone by the time the group of Slytherins came to, and Draco remembered that he found himself wishing he had people running into the line of fire for him like Harry did – he wished you would’ve glanced back at him in your escape and then weeks later when he was told about the events of that night, he found himself hoping his father didn’t hurt you in the Ministry attack.

Those thoughts and memories didn’t stay with him for long that summer, though. Draco couldn’t say that you crossed his mind after he received the Mark.

Until that night.

It was late and he was in the Room of Requirement, still fiddling with the cabinet. It was the fourth consecutive night spent in there after finding the damn thing, and he wasn’t anywhere close to fixing it. Frustrated, he punched and kicked the wood so hard that his knuckles sent sharp waves of pain through his arm. It was because of the noise he was making, the kicks and grunts that he didn’t hear the Room’s doors open and close.

You had previously been in the Gryffindor common room, attending one of their parties. There weren’t lots of Ravenclaws there – hell, it was only you, Stiles, Padma, Anthony and Michael. And it was all going well. You were sat on a bean bag chair with Stiles in-between your legs, surrounded by your Gryffindor friends: Ron, Harry, Hermione, Neville and Ginny, with Dean and Seamus on their way to you all with butterbeers in hand. The atmosphere was fun and light – a welcomed escape from the reality surrounding you, but you all decided to enjoy the moment and pretend the world outside the common room didn’t exist for the night. So you sat close to the fire and you didn’t know if the hot flames were warming you up or if it was the fact that Ron was focusing an unusual amount of attention on you.

You’ve had a crush on the Weasley boy since third year, and no matter what you did, you couldn’t stop your heart from beating faster each time he smiled at you.

You were having a great time.

“And if I become an Animagus to help Scott, then what?” Stiles spoke. Harry shook his head. You puffed. “What? We’d be the new generation of the Marauders; someone has to keep the legacy alive.” He continued, determined.

“Lupin would kill you, mate.” Ron laughed.

“You know animagi don’t pick their animal though, right?” You questioned. Stiles looked up at you and beamed.

“I know. But it’s like, vibe related so I think I’m safe. I’d absolutely be a dog, or a wolf.”

You glanced worryingly at Harry, but the boy simply burst out laughing and denied jokingly. Everyone else hearing the conversation laughed as well.

“Stiles, if it’s vibe related then you’d be a weasel.” You spoke, prompting laughs from everyone. Ron high fived you for the joke and you smiled wider than you thought possible.

The good mood didn’t last long, though. Only moments later Lavender Brown joined the group and comfortably sat herself in Ron’s lap. You watched him give her a quick kiss and wrap his arms around her. “What are we talking about?” She asked and it was as if your ears got covered. The sound faded, your smile dropped, your shoulders slumped. Ron would never like you back, you had to accept that. It was pathetic how you longed for the boy for so long.

So, you excused yourself and left the common room entirely to take a walk. You didn’t expect to end up outside the Room of Requirement, and you didn’t even feel like going inside. But the hall was dark and cold and you began hearing footsteps and the flickering light of Filch’s lantern slowly began illuminating the stone walls and with a haste movement, you went into the Room before Filch could walk around the corner and catch you.

You found yourself in a Room much different from the training grounds you had known while being part of the D.A. Tall piles of clutter seemed to reach the ceiling and despite the room being extremely vast, it felt tiny and crowded because of all the objects tossed and piled everywhere in sight. You walked on a path formed through columns made out of old boxes and books, all piled amongst stacked chairs, empty owl cages and rusty potions equipment. Loud bangs followed by grunts caused you to stop in your tracks and draw out your wand. The room in itself seemed unpredictable, and so you already had about six defensive spells ready to go in your mind and on the tip of your tongue.

You caught a glimpse of platinum blond hair before anything else. It looked messy – very different from the way Draco usually wore it: slick and perfect. Now, it gave you the feeling that he’d been vigorously running his fingers through it, causing it to become tousled. He was only in a white shirt – the robe, vest and tie laid disregarded on a near-by couch.

Lowering your wand, you gently knocked on a table to get his attention.

He turned around in a panic. His hand reached for his wand but stopped midair when he saw you. “What are you doing here?” Draco spat with no hesitation. His heart skipped a beat again, like it did on the night of the Yule Ball.

“I could ask you the same thing.” You responded, glancing at the cabinet in front of him. At the time, you didn’t think anything of it.

“None of your business.”

“I don’t care anyway.” You glared. “This room appeared to me like it did for you and since I think I need it, I’m not leaving.” With your arms crossed, you leaned against a random tossed out piece of furniture.

“Isn’t there a Gryffindor party you should be at?” Draco’s gaze remained cold and the scowl on his face didn’t falter.

“You know about that?”

“Don’t sound so surprised, I know everything that goes on around here.” He broke eye contact by focusing on folding up his sleeves. When his hand began working on his left forearm, he stopped abruptly, remembering. He went stiff at the realization, which you noticed. Before you could speak however, he looked back at you with a smirk, “Was Lavender Brown there so you ran away?” It was as if he didn’t look struck by lightning just two seconds before.

However, his words made you forget his strange behavior. “The hell? I don’t know what you mean.”

“Oh, come on, (Y/L/N). Everyone knows you have the hots for Weasley. Least you can do is own up to it.” He teased with a mixture of annoyance and amusement present on his face.

“Piss off, Malfoy.” Walking up to the old couch Draco’s uniform laid on top of, you sat down and watched as the dust flew out of its cushion. Draco groaned. “I’m just gonna nap here until I’m sure Filch left and isn’t near the Ravenclaw tower.”

Draco mumbled some things you didn’t bother to understand, and then silence befell both of you. He didn’t really bother to fight you to leave even though, in retrospect, he should have had. Maybe if you didn’t stay with him that night, he wouldn’t be meeting you in the Room months later with tears burning his eyes. But, to be fair, he couldn’t have known that night. That night, he just rolled his eyes at you breaking the silence ten minutes later, when he thought you were asleep.

“What are you even doing there?”

“I told you, none of your business.” He spat.

“Is that the vanishing cabinet Peeves broke a few years ago?”

Draco turned around. It was his turn to be surprised by your knowledge. “How do you know about that?” He couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over your figure as you sat cross-legged on the old couch he napped on countless times before. You wore casual clothes – which he always thought looked great on you, and your hair laid straight over your shoulders. The few candles he had lit around softly luminated your face with warm tones.

You smiled proudly at his question.

“Fred and George shoved Montague in it last year” you laughed “it was quite funny.”

Draco remembered the incident. He was, after all, the one who found Montague stuck in a bathroom after the encounter with the twins.

“You’re trying to fix it, aren’t you?” Draco watched you jump up from the couch and walk next to him to examine the cabinet. He suddenly felt on edge, exposed. The Ravenclaw in you was jumping to solve a problem, while the Slytherin in him was about to explode. “Have you tried a mending charm?”

“Of course, I tried a mending charm.” Draco answered with annoyance in his voice. You rolled your eyes. “It doesn’t work.”

“Well, then- “

“I don’t need nor want your help, (Y/L/N).” He glared down at you. “I can handle it myself.”

“Asshole.” You mumbled before taking a few steps back from Draco. He didn’t turn to you. Instead, he focused on his task even though his mind wasn’t on it anymore. He focused on your footsteps as you began to walk away without another word and before he could overthink, he spoke up softly. “But you can stay, if you want.”

You didn’t stop walking as you answered him. “I don’t.”

Draco then heard you utter “Lumos”, heard your footsteps getting quitter and quieter, then the heavy doors being pulled open. After they closed, he found himself surrounded by silence once again. Not dwelling on it, he pushed the thought of you away and resumed his work. Nothing was more important than his assignment.

Things slowly started to shift after that night.

The next day in Transfiguration as he was zoning out, a paper butterfly landed on his desk. He glanced around the room but saw nobody giving any sign of sending him the note. However, after he opened it and read its contents, his eyes immediately found you. On the paper was a list of incantations that would be useful in repairing things, and he knew you had sent it even though you looked focused on the textbook in front of you. It looked as if you were purposefully trying to ignore him, and Draco allowed the ghost of a smirk to form at the corners of his lips.

Two nights later, Draco walked into the Room of Requirement and you were already there. A few more candles than usual were lit as you sat on the (now clean looking) couch, reading a heavy, dense book. “Have they worked?” you asked without looking up from your book.

Draco sighed, loosening his tie. “No.”

And as time passed, you and Draco began spending more and more time together. Initially, you tried to help him fix the cabinet. It gave you a distraction from Ron and Lavender. But it was also obvious that fixing the old thing was important to him – he seemed desperate and for some reason, you felt like helping. And so, you found yourself sitting close to Draco on that old, tossed out couch with different heavy books resting in your lap every night, both searching for spells that could work. Each few day the space between you decreased until you reached a point where your knees touched and your shoulder pressed into his bicep. Sometimes you could even feel his minty breath on your face – just for a second. But the feeling began to linger even as you walked the stairs up to the Ravenclaw tower late at night.

You also found yourself thinking less and less about Ron.

Then, about a month after the Gryffindor party, the Katie Bell incident took place.

Harry began suspecting Draco of the attack and accused him of being a Death Eater. You didn’t go to the Room of Requirement for a few days after that because honestly, you were scared. You knew, deep in your heart that what Harry was saying made sense and because of that you started to believe that Draco’s cabinet wasn’t just some fun project. You lit on fire all the parchment you had written mending charms on, in a haste and with shaky hands.

You didn’t want to see him after that.

But you found yourself days later sneaking out of the tower late at night, quietly making your way to the seventh floor.

Draco got heavily scolded by Snape for the necklace attempt. The Professor found his action completely foolish and didn’t hesitate to let Draco know that. The boy arrived at the Room feeling beaten, defeated. On top of that, he was met by the empty couch and the broken cabinet and he snapped. In a fit of rage, he broke one of the cabinet’s doors and threw it at the couch. The noise he caused rang through the entire room, momentarily covering the silence. He couldn’t bear the sight of his failure any longer and the thought that you were now possibly scared of him after rumors of him being a Death Eater spread around the school, thanks to Potter, angered him even more.

“Training for the next Triwizard Tournament, Malfoy?”

Your voice made him turn around quickly, surprised look on his face.

A small smile danced at your lips, and you took out your wand. Pointing it at the broken door, you cast out “Repairo,” and the door lifted from the couch, gently levitating towards the cabinet and fixing itself. In the end, it looked as if nothing had happened. “At least this works, otherwise you would’ve had to pick up some muggle skills.” You teased.

Draco let out a small laugh, before his face fell again and he sat down on the dusty floor. His back rested against some other piece of forgotten furniture and he brought his knees up, hugging them to his chest. His head fell back, and he closed his eyes.

You quietly sat next to him with a huff.

“Why are you here?” Draco asked quietly.

After a moment of silence, you answered with honesty “I don’t know.” And you didn’t. You couldn’t understand why, despite the pit in your stomach that took shape as soon as Harry accused Draco of being a Death Eater, you were alone with him in a secret room, late at night.

Opening his eyes, Draco made a quick decision. He placed his left hand on your right knee, squeezing. Your eyes met – he looked calm; you were confused. “Do you trust me?” Draco’s voice was just a whisper. Alas, through the deafening silence of the Room, you heard him loud and clear.

“I don’t know.” You answered again. And, mirroring his impulsive move, you placed a hand over his. He felt cold at the touch and as you got used to the slightly stinging feeling, he found comfort in your warmth. “All I know is that I’m here, for some reason. I felt like seeing you.” You admitted, your voice tender and quiet.

Draco didn’t speak for a while. You thought you embarrassed yourself but didn’t dare to move.

“There are things about me that you really wouldn’t like if you knew.” The boy finally spoke. His eyes were glued to the cabinet that was a few feet from you both, but his mind was miles away. “I’m not a good man.” He admitted with no waver in his tone, no hesitation.

And maybe it was the daily, month-long meetings you’ve had with him. Or maybe it was the flicker of decency you saw in him when he got Pansy to release her painful grip on you the previous year. But your mind dug up small events and information buried deep in your memory that made you frown at his words. You remembered Dobby. Harry told you he was the Malfoy’s house elf who tried to keep him safe during second year, and it all seemed strange to you. You knew that house elves, if owned, could not act on their own volition no matter how strong their beliefs and inclinations were. In your mind it seemed unlikely that Dobby left the Malfoys without their knowledge and so, for the longest time you had a hunch it was Draco who sent Dobby to warn Harry. Especially since Lucius was the one who snuck Tom Riddle’s diary into Hogwarts. You were also quite sure it was Draco who helped Harry figure out the monster from the Chamber of Secrets was a Basilisk.

But overall, you knew Draco didn’t grow up in a good environment. He’d been heavily manipulated his entire life and it was in that moment, as you sat next to him on dirty floors, hand on top of his, that you decided whatever he was doing, he was doing either because of blackmail or manipulation.

“You can’t let the bad things from the past define you,” You whispered as your fingers slowly occupied the empty spaces between Draco’s own fingers. He was quick to grip your hand into his. “I think you are good. You’ve just been dealt shit cards.”

Draco didn’t show any emotion as he processed your words. But that night as he lay in his bed all he could think about were your words. Nobody had told him he was a good person before, and he’d never felt supported before in his life. And he felt a wave of emotions hit him all at once. He felt envy because Potter had had you all this time and because of your friendship with him, Draco didn’t get close to you sooner. He felt jealousy because he remembered you were in the Room in the first place because you were heartbroken over Ron – again, someone he didn’t like had all the things Draco felt he should’ve had instead. He felt comfort knowing you weren’t scared of him despite Potter filling your mind with (true) accusations. He felt hopeless because he was a Death Eater now and you were one of the good guys. He also felt entitled, selfish and determined because for the first time in a while, he found himself wanting something – someone, that he wanted for himself: you.

Over the next few months, you both unintentionally grew closer. Draco remembered every smile, every laugh shared between the two of you in the candlelight, hidden deep inside the Room of Requirement. Most days, he worked alone on the cabinet while you studied and pretended he wasn’t doing something potentially harmful. You both found yourselves finding comfort in the other’s mere presence.

You began to think less about Ron and more about Draco and it made you feel strangely guilty, especially when Ron would throw his arm around you like he used to in the Great Hall and you’d catch Draco’s eyes and excuse yourself to move back to the Ravenclaw table.

On certain nights you attempted to get Draco to do homework with you. But with each passing day, he became more and more anxious and afraid. And with each passing day, it hurt and worried you more and more. On a few occasions you did his Transfiguration homework for him just to keep him out of detention.

He owled you a Merry Christmas note during winter break but told you not to write him back. He knew you wished him happy holidays as well.

You gave him a Christmas present when you got back to Hogwarts – a ring, as you’d noticed he liked wearing them. His face lit up at the gesture and it was the first time he embraced you. The action was impulsive but it felt right. One of his arms wrapped around your lower back, the other cradled your head gently. His face buried in your neck and he held you so tight you didn’t dare move. He held you to make sure you were real and wouldn’t slip away from his grasp.

A little over a month later, Draco was feeling the pressure of his tasks heavier than ever. He felt sick each time he looked at the cabinet and you were noticing that. You were also noticing his complete disinterest in school and his reoccurring absences. He’d spend days in the Room, not even coming down to eat. You snuck him meals each time you could but sometimes you’d find them untouched on the floor.

“Alright, Draco. What’s going on?” You confronted him one night.

“Nothing.” He mumbled. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Then help me understand,” you pleaded “Draco you’re not acting like yourself please, tell me what’s going on so I can help.” You never pleaded with a man before, never thought you would. Your ego felt too strong for this. And yet, there you were, standing behind a disheveled Draco Malfoy with an ache in your chest.

He ignored you.

You felt like throwing something at his head.

You watched as he opened the cabinet doors and took out a rotten apple. He held it in his hand for a second too long. It wasn’t unusual, you’ve watched him do this repeatedly over the past five months. You flinched when he threw the apple on the floor with vicious force. He then kicked the bottom of the cabined a bunch of times, yelling out in anger and frustration. His scream echoed through the Room. You pursed your lips.

“I can’t do this.” He finally spoke. “I can’t bloody do this and everyone’s going to die.” He started pacing around the small clearing amidst clutter. “My mum, my dad, me…you – we’re all going to die.” He kicked the plate of food you had brought him a few hours prior, spilling the contents over the floor.

You frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“He’s gonna kill you and mum in front of me, make me watch,” He was frantic “probably gonna torture you first so I die remembering your screams. Then,” he pinched his nose, wiped his mouth “then he’ll kill me. I’ll be last and everyone’s gonna be taking the piss out of me, the fucking kid who couldn’t fix a fucking,” he kicked the cabinet again “magic fucking cabinet!” he kicked and kicked until you could feel the pain he felt in his leg yourself.

You walked up to him and attempted to pull him away from the large wooden broken object, but he pushed you away forcefully. You stumbled back in shock. “How dare – “ You couldn’t finish your sentence, however. He hastily turned to face you, pulling up the sleeve of his left arm aggressively, exposing the Dark Mark.

No words came out of your mouth after that.

You couldn’t seem to peel your eyes off of the mark, and Draco watched you with a pained heart. Part of him expected you to run, another to pull out your wand and attack. He didn’t know which one was coming, he didn’t know which one he preferred. However, he didn’t expect you to walk up to him with slow, steady steps.

His eyes locked with yours as you took his arm into your own. It was as if the Room emptied and the only things in it were the two of you. Holding his arm to your chest, you got as close to him as possible. As he looked down at you, his heavy breath fanned your face. “It’s okay, Draco.” You whispered. “I understand.”

And you did. You understood his choice, understood the position he was forced into. And your heart ached for him.

That’s the night Draco remembered best. The way your figure was illuminated by the soft glow of yellow candles, the soft fabric of your sweater rubbing on his skin. The kindness in your eyes spreading warmth through his veins, the way your lips moved when you spoke his name. Most times he thought about conjuring a Patronus, Draco believed the memory of that night was what he needed to focus on in order to succeed.

With his hand on the back of your head, he quickly lowered himself to reach your height and caught your lips in a kiss. He felt you smiling into it and he found himself mirroring you, until you pulled away to giggle into his shoulder. He couldn’t do anything besides kissing the top of your head.

Days later you were both laying on the couch you had transformed into a cozy spot. You were focused on his Mark, tracing your fingers along the lines of it, gently. Draco knew he was supposed to feel pride in having the Mark – that’s what his family had told him, but he felt something close to shame each time he looked at it.

You rested your hand on top of it, covering it. “I’m sorry. But we’ll figure it out.”

“Together?”

“Together.”

A week later he was forced into the meeting with his mom and Snape at the Shrieking Shack. The following night he walked towards the Room of Requirement late, with heavy steps. It felt as if each movement he made on the way happened in slow-motion.

You were reading comfortably when he finally reached you. A smile formed on your lips upon seeing him, but it faded when you took in his appearance, his sour face, hardened figure, stone gaze. “What’s wrong?”

Draco didn’t speak, only pointed his wand towards you. You froze. “Draco?” His hand shook, his face wavered. You were confused.

“I have to do this, (Y/N). He’ll kill you otherwise.” Draco’s voice cracked.

“No, he won’t. You’re a skilled Occlumentist, right? He can’t get into your mind.” You immediately caught on.

He shook his head. “He’ll know, he’ll know. Snape knows, mum knows,” he sounded so scared that you attempted to get up to comfort him, but he threated so you sat back down “he’ll know.”

Tears formed and blurred your vision as your heart picked up speed.

“You know, I didn’t wanna think about you, I wanted to stay focused. I came here to do a task, that’s it. I came to be great, to do great things for the Dark Lord.” Draco began, “But then I saw you. I’ve wanted you since fourth year and then here you were, being good to me and…you woke up a weakness inside me. And I got selfish, I put my mission aside to get something for myself.”

Tears now ran down your face, and Draco mirrored you. You shook your head, silently pleading for him to reconsider.

“But I have a mission, (Y/N) and it’s so important. I can’t be distracted. And I can’t have you being associated with me – it’ll get you killed and I can’t – I can’t have it.”

The candles flickered and for a split second your mind went to a Divination class, where Trelawney explained candle magic. Their dancing light showed instability, chaotic energy while its tall flame indicated success brought about with complications. The air felt cold as you stared at Draco who hadn’t fully stepped into the candlelight. An abyss of darkness stood tall behind him, the sights of it deepening the pit in your stomach. Despite his shaky hands, dark circles underneath his saddened eyes and hollow cheeks, Draco looked put-together. His hair wasn’t messy like it was the first night you found him in the Room. It was back to its slick, flawless style. He wore his all-black suit, and his tie wasn’t loosened.

“I also can’t have you walk out of here knowing everything about me.” His voice hardened and for the first time while being with him, you felt fear.  

“I won’t tell anyone.” Your voice was small. You sat up, your eyes beginning to look for a way out.

“I can’t risk it, you’re friends with Potter. You’re one of the good guys.”

“I won’t put you in danger, Draco.”

He grimaced at your words as if they’ve hit him with the force of a Cruciatus Curse. He tried not to let any more tears fall. You took his reaction as an opportunity to get closer to him. Maybe if you could take away his wand, touch him. Maybe then you could change his mind.

“I won’t endanger you either,” He whispered. “That’s why I have to do this.” At that, he lowered his wand and took two long strides towards you. Another one of his unpredictable actions that left you frozen in your spot. In a swift motion, he cupped your face between his calloused palms. “You know this is the right choice.”

“No,” you whispered and shook your head “no, it’s not. You can teach me Occlumency, I can help you,” your fearful eyes bore into his saddened ones, his heart ached at your words, at the fear he was capable of instilling in you. “We’re a good team, remember? I can help.” You kept pleading as your own hands rested on top of his. You felt the ring you’d given him still on his finger.

He simply shook his head with a small, almost unnoticeable smile on his face. “I’ve already corrupted you enough.” Draco admitted and you were taken aback; rendered speechless. “You’ve been covering for me with your friends, lying to Professors, basically doing my homework while I’m working on bringing the school down.”

Your heart dropped; hands started shaking. Draco felt it. He felt the weight of his words starting to crush you. Down in your mind you knew he was doing something bad with the cabinet, but you didn’t think it was so drastic.

Draco continued. Hurt her to save her, his mom’s words rang through his mind. “I’m using the Vanishing Cabinet to bring Death Eaters into Hogwarts,” his words made you remember the Death Eaters attack at the Quidditch World Cup, where you were almost trampled. You remembered the attack on London that sent one of your family members to the Hospital. You remembered how ruthless the Death Eaters were at the Ministry, when they were throwing deadly curses at a bunch of teenagers.

And there it was.

The look of betrayal, hurt and fear on your face that Draco never wanted to see. He tried to remember the night you saw his Mark, the night you accepted and comforted him. That’s what he wanted to remember, not this. “After I get them here, I’m going to kill Dumbledore.” He continued.

Chills erupted on your body and you recoiled from his touch.

“I knew you were planning something bad, but this, Draco?” You couldn’t speak louder than a whisper as you took small steps away from him. He knew this was coming; the disgust, the unacceptance. Was your speech about understanding him all bullshit? “You don’t have to- “

“Yes, I do. It’s my mission.”

“No, listen to me. You’re not this person, you’re not a Death Eater. I know you, Draco. You’re still a good person put in a terrible situation but it’s not all lost, we can-“ Despite your fear, you still found yourself comforting him, pleading with him. Your mind lead an inner battle between understanding the boy’s motives and wanting to let Harry know of everything that was happening.

You couldn’t let Dumbledore die, couldn’t let Death Eaters attack Hogwarts.

“I cursed Katie Bell. Almost killed her.” Draco cut you off.

“I know.” You deadpanned. He parted his lips and frowned in confusion. “I saw the necklace in your bag a week before it all happened. Then I saw it on McGonagall’s desk. It wasn’t hard to piece together the puzzle.” You explained.

Despite the warmth spreading through his heart at the thought of you not abandoning him even after knowing that all those months ago, at the thought that he’d finally found someone to be on his side for once in his life, someone who understood and maybe even actually loved him – despite it all, Draco’s eyes had never showed less emotion.

You wanted to cry but didn’t. Your ego won.

“You know I have to do this, (Y/N).” His voice didn’t waver anymore. The more reasons you gave him to love you, the more his decision solidified in his mind. “And you know I’m doing the right thing,” he wanted to hold you so bad, but he didn’t move; instead, you both stood feet away from each other. “Knowing all this puts you in danger. Coming here every night puts you in danger hell, even looking at me in the Great Hall puts you in danger. I can’t see you brought into the manor tied up, imprisoned and killed as a punishment for me. And you know I’m right. I’m not just some irrelevant follower, I’ve sat at a damn table with The Dark Lord countless times this summer. He’s been in my home; he knows me personally.”

You couldn’t look at him the more he spoke. So, your gaze was stuck on a candle, but your eyes remained unfocused.  

“You’re smart.” Draco kept speaking, his tone now loud and confident. “This is the part where you tell me that even though you wanna change my mind, you know I’m doing the right thing,” he even joked. You wanted to cry but couldn’t speak. He was right. “Tell me you’re proud of me because I’m putting someone else’s wellbeing above my own for once” his voice became muffled, as if he spoke from underwater. It was silent for a moment as Draco watched you process his words, “You’ll be on the right side of history after this. You’ll go back to Weasley who’s a better choice for you than I could ever be – even though it kills me to say that.”

All you could do was shake your head in disbelief.

By the time you looked back up at him, he had a few tears running down his face and his wand pointed at you. And so you cried.

“We were a good team, weren’t we?” Draco spoke with one last saddened smile.

“Draco, please. I love –“ you began, but Draco couldn’t bear hear it.

You watched Draco wipe his tears with a swift motion, before a white light formed at the tip of his wand. His voice came out strong, unwavering, and determined. His hand stopped shaking.

“Obliviate,” Draco uttered before you could react.

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[cocogum]

Only answer this ask if you can and/or want to. Sorry if I or someone else already asked this, I just can't if it was asked or I asked this already. So what Harry Potter houses do you think the Main 4 (and/or anyone else you might want to assign Harry Potter houses too, besides them, if you want to) are in? Or would be assigned to or would want (Like how Harry was almost put in Slytherin, but basically told the sorting hat he wanted Gryffindor more)? You can also do secondary houses if you want. I.e. this character is primarily "x house" and their secondary house (the house they also show traits of or something like that) is "x house" for example.

I have seen Killua be put mainly in Ravenclaw or Slytherin, and sometimes Hufflepuff. I personally see Ravenclaw the most for him, tho Hxh reddit seems to love to put him in Slytherin (they seem to do that, because they want the Main 4 to be represent and/or be put in their own house, and the people that usually put Killua in Slytherin instead of Ravenclaw, usually put Kurapika in Ravenclaw instead. Pika, who I see to be more Slytherin than Ravenclaw, or at least more Slytherin than Killua. But hey, that is reddit and/or HxH reddit for you, it can have have some weirder takes imo) for some reason. I have seen Kurapika like I said, usually be put in Ravenclaw or Slytherin. Gon usually put in Gryffindor or Sytherin. And Leorio usually Hufflepuff or Gryffindor. What would be your takes? ^^

No worries you’re the first one who’s asked me this. And even if you weren’t, I would have told you where to find the answer if I already answered it.

But oh boy that’s a hard one XD

I also thought about this question but never attempted to really think about it.

I did see some crossover arts between hxh and Harry Potter though and I do agree on some level for the reasoning behind why they would put the main four into those specific houses. But I do not completely agree.

If we look at how we can identify which house they would belong to, we need to first look at each of their descriptions.

If we compare the houses’ values with the main four’s personalities, then I really can’t decide one main house for each of them.

HxH Reddit really loves putting the main four in only one proper house for simply the fun of it. I’ve also seen the deadly trio together in only the slytherin house which was weird to me since Illumi and Hisoka seems to lean more into the slytherin side than Chrollo. (I also saw a fanart once of the main four being all part of the gryffindor house together). For Illumi and Hisoka, I usually picture them as slytherins by nature and ravenclaws as a secondary house. They seem to give off more malicious vibes than anything else when we first meet them. For Chrollo, he would have to be a ravenclaw first and a slytherin second. Unlike the other two, Chrollo is mainly a ravenclaw for his quick knowledge and intelligence. But he would also be a slytherin for his intentions and stealings.

As for the main four, let’s start from youngest to oldest!

I find Killua to be a better fit for two houses instead of one: Slytherin and Ravenclaw. His primary house would be Slytherin while his secondary would be Ravenclaw. I find the idea of Killua being perceived more as a cunning and deceiving student first than someone analytical and witty. It’s simply part of his charm you know? But at the same time, behind his childish and troublemaking facade, he can be very intelligent and observing when it would come to using magic and flying. So I would have to make him a slytherin by nature (and also a hereditary thing) and a ravenclaw second.

For Gon, I was thinking he would be much fitting with Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. His primary house would be Hufflepuff while his secondary house would be Gryffindor for many reasons. Gon is a brave and selfless person before everything else. His traits are what Gryffindor needs. So it would only be logical for him to be a gryffindor. However, I also find him to be a hufflepuff for being hard working and loyal. Gon never leaves his friends behind and would always work ten times harder than the rest to have the results he desires. So for him, I would assign him as primarily a hufflepuff and a gryffindor second.

Kurapika’s case is a particular one to me. People would usually classify him as only a ravenclaw for his thinking and planning. Although I do agree on a certain level that he would be perfect as a member of this house, I do not believe that it would be his only one. I picture Kurapika as a ravenclaw first but a slytherin second. He would also fit the Slytherin house for his ambition and resourcefulness. He has a strong desire to gain every pair of his comrades’ eyes as well as seek to kill every phantom troupe member that were part of the kurta massacre. He has lots of ressources on his hands such as having many connections from the mafia as well as being a zodiac himself and a hunter. I don’t see him as a hufflepuff or gryffindor because their values aren’t what Kurapika is mainly about.

As for Leorio, I would have to put him in Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. A lot of people usually make him a hufflepuff than anything else and I would have to agree on that part. No matter how many times the blond kurta ignores his calls, Leorio never gives up hope and keeps trying to check up on his friend from time to time. But I would also have to put him in the gryffindor house for helping others. Leorio’s reasoning behind why he even wanted to have a hunter license in the first place was so that he could have the money and resourcefulness to have everything that he needs to become a doctor in the future. He wants to help those in need without anything in return. If that doesn’t make him a Gryffindor, then I don’t know what is!

So in short,

Illumi: 1. Slytherin 2. Ravenclaw

Hisoka: 1. Slytherin 2. Ravenclaw

Chrollo: 1. Ravenclaw 2. Slytherin

Killua: 1. Slytherin 2. Ravenclaw

Gon: 1. Hufflepuff 2. Gryffindor

Kurapika: 1. Ravenclaw 2. Slytherin

Leorio: 1. Gryffindor 2. Hufflepuff

Oh! And I know you didn’t ask this but I thought it would be nice to also add what would they all have as pets if they were all students there.

Gon and Leorio would definitely have toads. I don’t really have a logical explication as to why I can see them having one though. I just like the idea of Gon bringing one from Whale Island and showing it off while Leorio brings one because he thinks it could impress the ladies if he properly trains it or maybe he could bring one to study it??

For Kurapika, I see him having a cat. It’s not jumpy and doesn’t flap any wings. All it does is sleep and go wherever it wants to go. It would be a perfect fit for him. But he’ll of course have to neuter his cat in order for it to be able to stay in the school.

As for Killua, I imagine him having an owl. Ever since I saw him holding a falcon (or was it an eagle?) after him and Gon leave Whale Island, I already headcanoned him to be someone who’s used to having birds around since the falcon (or eagle) he was holding was actually a trained animal from his family.

When it comes to the trio, I don’t really see them having pets of their own. The whole reason as to why Hogwarts even lets students bring pets, is so that they can be used as sources of comfort in case a student can spend more time in the school than with their families. And we all know the main four are away from their own ones whether they wanted to or not.

So here you go!

I hope this answered all of your questions! ^^

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[anbubisibuna]

Das Haus Anubis sorted into Hogwarts Aesthetic:

inspired by: @het-huis-anubis I thought that was so nice about Het Huis Anubis :) So I wanted to make one too.

Pictures are mostly from Pinterest, wallpapercave or tumblr.

Why I sorted them in these houses:

Nina: Nina is obvious. She is 100% a Gryffindor. She's brave, chivalrous. She is willingly helping an old lady solving some curse she barely even knows. She values family and friendship. Also no other house really fits her.

Luzy: For me is also a Gryffindor. And that's because she would do anything for a friend. She risked her life to meet some creepy dude to get her best friend back. In Season 3 she stole some dominostones only for her boyfriend not to be in debt. She also has the temperament of a Gryffindor. She values friendship the most. No other house really fits her. Slytherin neither imo. She doesn't really have the cleverness or cunningness of a Slytherin.

Felix; He could also be in Hufflepuff. But I tend more to Gryffindor. He is loyal. But he isn't really hardworking like a Hufflepuff. He is like Ron Weasley. He is playful, daring, funny.

Kaya: To me is also a Gryffindor. That's because he goes against his fathers wishes and does sport..Also because I don't see him in any other house either. Maybe a bit of Hufflepuff. But his boastfulness, and his quick acting without thinking fits him best for Gryffindor. (Not that all Gryffindors are like that). But he is like the jock type Gryffindor. And Daniel once said about him he is quickly to give up when something is difficult, that's not very Hufflepuff like.

Daniel is absolutely a Ravenclaw. He is the one solving the riddles and enjoying it.

Charlotte: Also obvious. Intelligent, a bit weird, original. Typical Ravenclaw. More so than Daniel.

Delia: Was so hard to find any suitable picture of her in yellow. She wears pink all the time! I picked her for Hufflepuff because of her loyalty, dedication and hard work. She cares deeply about loyalty and is usually the first one to call someone out if they aren't. Her hard work ethic, organizing the whole Karaoke night.

Mara is also a Hufflepuff. She has also some Ravenclaw, because of her intelligence. But she's more a Hufflepuff. She's Hardworking. Seen in school. She's kindhearted fair. She's also very organised and plans ahead. I don't know if that is a Hufflepuff trait but it could be fitting. She is also very determined. And that's how in Season one she didn't give up on getting Kaya until she got him. Or when Magnus refused to tell her his problems she is also shown to be dedicated and patient. Even helping him with his problem.

Magnus is the only Slytherin from the kids for me. And that's not because he is the only one who actually fits the traits of the house. Also because, he would be the only one not having a problem being sorted into Slytherin. And because the sorting hat does take personal wishes into account. He is cunning, self reliant, ruthless etc. His trophies in his room also suggests that he is more the ambitious type. He's very picky about those people he is loyal to.

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[heliads]

What We Are

You’ve hated Draco Malfoy from the moment you met him at the Sorting Ceremony all those years ago. However, you have the strangest feeling that things are changing between the two of you- like just maybe, you like him more than you thought.

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You are eleven years old, small and swallowed up by the dark cloth of your school robes. You’re filling through the main aisle of the Great Hall, surrounded by a cluster of other anxious first years. Four long tables stretch down the room, two on each side of the hall and each filled with chattering students. Four banners hang at the end of the hall- ruby, emerald, gold, sapphire. One for each house. You’ve been briefed on the houses and their qualities by a newly formed friend, one Hermione Granger, but you’re still nervous. You don’t entirely know which one you belong to, although you have an inkling as to which one should be avoided.

Professor McGonagall begins listing off the names one at a time, and the subsequent first-years file up to her, place the worn Sorting Hat on their head, and receive their assigned House. After a while, your name is eventually called, and you make your way to the front. The Sorting Hat considers for a time, then a smile crawls across its weathered fabric features. “SLYTHERIN!” The word is shouted across the hall, and you feel a sinking pit yawn open in your stomach. Slytherin? That was the one house you were supposed to avoid.

You make brief eye contact with your new friend Hermione, who looks about as stricken as you feel, before settling into a place at the Slytherin table. The emerald-clad students around you clap you on the back, issuing congratulations, but you still feel uneasy. Wouldn’t it have been better to go to Ravenclaw, where all the smartest students belonged? Or brave Gryffindor, or dedicated Hufflepuff? Anywhere would be better than ambitious, cunning, snakelike Slytherin.

A boy seated one space down looks at you, taking in your glum expression. He has striking platinum blond hair, and appears to be a first year just like yourself. “Don’t look so upset. You got into the best house there is, you know. All of the students who go to Slytherin end up being the greatest lot here.” For some reason, the condescendingly arrogant tone of the boy gets to you, and you shoot back a haughty reply. “If all Slytherin students are like you, I don’t fancy staying here at all.” The boy’s expression changes into a glare, and he glowers at you for the rest of the dinner.

That boy would turn out to be Draco Malfoy, Slytherin House’s most famous elitist. The two of you would hate each other ever since that night, and that feeling of utter loathing would continue for years. You’re now far older than you had been as a wee little first year, and so is Draco, but your attitude towards him hasn’t changed a bit. He’s just so conceited, so full of himself- and you’re no better, you know that, but at least you try to hide it.

However, you were lucky enough to score yourself a bunch of friends who knew exactly why you hated Draco, and happened to feel the exact same way. Hermione had been your best friend ever since that first day on the Hogwarts Express, and you had introduced yourself to Harry and Ron around the same time she did. Now the four of you were a regular fixture on the grounds, and you wouldn’t change it for anything, even a few of the haughtier Slytherins (read: Draco Malfoy) made sure to mention that one of their house shouldn’t be mixing with the Gryffindors.

However, you didn’t really care what they thought. Yes, you were a Slytherin, and that meant a good many things: pride, ambition, and a thick skin in terms of others doubting you. So you became even better friends with Harry, Ron, and Hermione just to spite them. You often found yourself with them at the Quidditch games, walking across the grounds, sneaking out of your dormitory late at night for a couple of misadventures, or now, with you and Hermione studying together at a table out in a corner of a stone hall. 

One of the problems of being a Slytherin friend of three Gryffindors is that they could never go back to your common room to study with you, and you certainly weren’t allowed into their common room. Fred and George had offered to sneak you in loads of times, and you technically had been there before under Harry’s invisibility cloak, but for right now, you and Hermione were content to stay away from the roaring fires and plush red armchairs of the Gryffindor common room to work on a particularly gruesome Potions essay. You both wanted to finish it early, Hermione especially so she could then go teach it to Harry and Ron, so you stayed out of the lion’s dorm until you were adequately prepared.

Hermione sighs at the paper in front of her, wrinkling her brow in consternation. “Honestly, what does all of this even mean? I swear, Professor Snape’s directions get worse and worse with every assignment.” You nod fervently. “This prompt makes no sense, and I’ve been staring at it for the last fifteen minutes.” You drum your fingers on the table, thinking, then stand up. “I’m going to get that Potions primer from the library. You know, the one we were reading earlier? I thought I saw some similar wording in one of the chapters, and at any rate, I need an excuse to go stretch my legs. I’ll be back in a bit.”

Hermione waves goodbye as you head off down the stone corridors. The walk towards the library takes you across the courtyard, and you’re glad for the refreshing bite of the wind, even if it leaves your cheeks raw from the chill. You traipse inside the halls once more, twisting around corners until you reach the library, and gratefully slip through the doors to reach the towering bookcases crowding the room.

You stride purposefully through the shelves until you come to the row you’re looking for at last. Your eyes scan the titles in front of you, and you think you’re almost at the book until a familiar figure steps into the space right next to you. You don’t even have to look up to recognize him. You’ve seen his unwanted presence too many times for a case of mistaken identity.

Draco speaks first. “I’m surprised to see you, L/N. I didn’t think reading was one of your strong suits.” You raise an eyebrow, still perusing the books on the shelf. “Those are strong words coming from somebody who hit his peak academic performance as a weasel in the fourth year.” Draco rolls his eyes. “Ferret, not a weasel.” You look over at him at last, but can’t help a small grin. “Does it really matter? It was still a small animal, and it was still you.”

Draco heaves some dramatic and egotistical sigh, but folds his arms over his chest and stays put. He’s not looking for books, just standing there. In fact, his eyes keep flickering over to the corner of the library, near the door. You straighten up, following his gaze in confusion. “What are you doing?” You ask him, still trying to figure out what he’s looking at with such unease. “You don’t usually go out of your way to enjoy my company and you also keep staring at the door.”

Draco starts to mutter something about how not all of the library belongs to you, but you cut him off with a gasp of delight. “You’re hiding from Pansy Parkinson! She’s over there looking for you, and you’re trying to make sure she can’t see you by hiding behind all the bookshelves!” You laugh, and then start to raise your voice, as if you’re about to call her over. Instantly, Draco leans over you, pushing you against the bookcase and holding his wand against your throat.

“Don’t say a word.” His voice is cool and low. A teasing grin flickers across your lips, and you push his wand away with one finger. “What, you going to hex me, Malfoy? In the middle of the library? I think that would draw your favorite girl over here more than anything.” Draco just stares daggers at you, breath coming harshly in his chest. He stares there, unmoving, until you jerk your chin towards the doors. “Pansy’s gone. Now can you please let go of me?”

Draco waits a moment just to spite you, and then releases his grip on your wrist. You snatch your hand away from him with an air of disgust, and grab your potions book off of the shelf. “Never do that again.” You hiss at him, and stalk away. Who does he think he is, that lout? You’re still storming over the incident the whole way back to the table, and barely notice that Harry and Ron have joined you until you throw yourself back into your seat.

Hermione looks up at your abrupt arrival. “What’s wrong, Y/N?” You heave a sigh of irritation. “Draco Malfoy, that’s what’s wrong. I ran into that lowlife in the library. I just can’t stand him.” Harry nods knowingly, but Ron, who appears to be in an even worse mood than you, rolls his eyes. “Oh, stop complaining. You’re a Slytherin, he isn’t as bad to you.” This is entirely the wrong thing to say, and you know you should just ignore him but you’re still fired up from the confrontation in the library.

“Are you saying that Malfoy’s not as mean to me because I’m from his house?” Ron nods, ignoring Hermione pointedly shaking her head at him in an attempt to get him to stay quiet. “Yeah, I am. You keep pretending like he’s such a jerk to you, but you don’t have it half as bad as the rest of us. Honestly, you need to stop making such a big deal out of nothing.” You know you’re overreacting, but you can’t take Ron’s griping, not today. You stand up, slamming your books shut and sweeping your parchment and quills into your bag. 

“In that case, I suppose you don’t need my nothing when it comes to your potions essay. Good luck figuring that out.” You glance over at Hermione. “I’m sorry to leave in a rush, but I should be on my way. Swing by later if you need help.” Hermione says her chagrined goodbyes, and as you stalk away from the table, you can hear her laying into Ron already. The sound brings a smile to your face.

You’re still fuming over Draco and Ron and the god-awful Potions essay the next day, and your irritation must show because Pansy takes advantage of the opportunity to cross paths with you as you’re walking through the halls. She’s chattering with a group of her friends in the courtyard, and as you hurry past, you hear her call something out to you. “Oh look, there’s Y/N. You know, she looks surprisingly proud for someone who’s father is a mudblood-lover. Maybe she’s alright with it.”

Your footsteps slow, and you turn back to face Pansy. You know that this is just what she wants, but you’ve got a burning feeling in the back of your head that tells you that if you let one more person walk all over you you’ll never be able to deal with yourself again. You eye Pansy coolly. “What was that, Parkinson?” Pansy smirks, victorious. “I heard a rumor that your father was getting a little too close to some Muggles. That would certainly tarnish your reputation, wouldn’t it? And here I was, thinking that the L/Ns were an upstanding wizarding family, but I guess not. It looks like-”

You feel like you’re a couple of seconds away from punching Pansy right in her arrogantly prissy face, but before you can try to argue yourself out of violence another boy steps up beside you. You groan inwardly when you realize it’s Draco. Great, another person to make fun of you, because this day wasn’t going badly enough already. However, he doesn’t join in the laughter. In fact, he shoots a glare at Pansy. “Amazing, Parkinson. Did you finally realize that your own family was so low that you had to make up rumors to get anywhere? Although, you might want to stay away from the Muggle story. I think it might be a little too true on your end.”

Pansy’s face blanches, and she starts stammering something about how that couldn’t possibly be true and she has no idea what Draco’s talking about. You stare at Draco in amazement, and he turns back to you. “Let’s go. I don’t feel like wasting any more of our time.” With that, the two of you strut away across the courtyard, leaving Pansy behind to make up excuses to her group of friends.

Only when you’re out of hearing distance from Pansy do you finally let yourself relax. You look over at Draco, unable to stop yourself from laughing. “What was that about? Is it really true about Pansy’s family?” Draco, surprisingly, is grinning as well. “I don’t know, but she didn’t seem like she could deny it.” The two of you carry on in hilarity for a while, but then you turn to him, grin slipping away from your face. “Why did you do that?” Draco frowns. “Do what?” You gesture idly behind you with your hand. “Defend me against Parkinson. I would have thought you’d join in instead of having my back.”

Draco shrugs, looking down the hallway. “We’re supposed to be enemies, aren’t we? I don’t feel like having my rival limited by false rumors. It would lower me too.” You look at him askance. “You publicly insulted Pansy Parkinson just because you think that me being called names hurts you as well?” Draco shrugs. “Why did you think I did it?” You sigh, furrowing your brow. “I don’t know.”

Even after you and Draco turn down separate hallways, you find yourself still thinking about him. Why would he defend you? It makes no sense. You even think back to that moment in the library, and realize that he wasn’t really as cruel as you had thought. All he had done then was exchange the usual retorts, although those had the same joking tinge as always. And wasn’t it strange that of all the places to hide, he had chosen your aisle? It could have just been a coincidence, or maybe he was seeking you out intentionally.

You’re not sure how you feel about this. You’ve grown so used to thinking of Draco as an enemy, someone to be hated, that you don’t quite know what to do when he is nice to you. You find your eyes flickering his way in the common room, or your gaze constantly catching on his silhouette as he walks past you in the halls. You usually never spend this much time thinking about him, but now, he seems to be everywhere.

One night, you can’t focus on your homework. Between the smoky atmosphere of the Slytherin common room or the mind-twisting Transfiguration tasks McGonagall’s set for you, you just can’t seem to get your thoughts in order. Eventually, you close up your books and decide to head to the Astronomy Tower. The cool night air will clear your head, and you’ll still technically be doing homework because you’ll be studying the stars.

You’re grateful for the still emptiness of the tower. You prop your arms up against the stone edge of the balcony, letting your shoulders slump as you consider the dizzying drop to the grounds below. You tilt your head up slightly, letting the wind trace patterns against your skin. You’re just beginning to feel peaceful once again when you hear the door to the Astronomy Tower open and a figure joins you on the turret. You sigh inwardly when you recognize the familiar shock of white-blond hair. Of course- Draco always goes to the Astronomy Tower as a place to unwind. Then you’re surprised as to why that fact popped so readily into your head, and how you even knew that in the first place.

Draco’s steps falter for a second when he realizes he’s not alone. You start to move away from the balcony. “Here, I’ll go. You can have the tower to yourself.” You turn around to find yourself caught in Draco’s gaze, those storm grey eyes pinning you in place. Draco shakes his head just slightly, and his voice echoes across the stone room. “No, don’t go. It’s alright.” You hesitate for a moment, then turn back to the view before you. Your eyes follow the line of trees dotting the grounds, the twisting snakes of rivers that feed into the Black Lake.

After a moment, Draco joins you at the balcony. He leans up against the stone, just a few inches away from you. You both stand there in silence, unable to say a word. At last, Draco turns to you. “What are we?” You return his gaze, slightly confused. “What?” Draco looks away for just a second, and then his eyes return to you. “When we first met, we hated each other. We’ve been rivals for years, and now-” He breaks off. “I don’t think we dislike each other anymore. I don’t think we have for a while.” You stay silent for a second, taking in his words. Then you nod.

“There’s something else, isn’t there? It isn’t just me?” For a moment, you think you’ve gone too far, spoken too rashly. Draco stares at you, then he leans forward and kisses you. When he breaks away, panic and regret flash through his eyes when you don’t say anything. He starts to move away, but you step towards him and kiss him again. This time, he doesn’t break away, not immediately. His hand slides up to the small of your back, the stone of the balcony cool against your legs.

You can still feel his hand on your waist when he breaks away. You look away, sure you’ve made some mistake that you’ll regret in the morning, but then his fingers are lightly pressed against your cheek, guiding you back to look at him again. He looks less sure of anything than you’ve ever seen him, but all of a sudden that doubt is replaced by a calm determination. “This is right. This is what we were supposed to be.” You nod quietly, letting your hesitation break free with a smile. He’s right, isn’t he? No matter how it felt to win all the arguments or competitions with him, this moment right now feels far better than anything before it. This is what you always wanted, and what he wants as well.

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The Doe - Harry Potter x fem!reader

A/n: Harry's second child is named Arthur Remus in this. Albus Severus is a god awful name about two god awful people.

Harry was quickly running to the seventh floor. He was running late for class.

You see, Harry was a teacher. An illegal one, maybe. But, a teacher nonetheless. He was certainly a better teacher than toad-face.

Today, Harry was going to teach a very important lesson. Today was the day where the students would learn expecto-patronum.

He was watching the students file into the Room of Requirements. The excited chatter of teenagers filled the empty room.

"Alright. Alright!" Said Harry, immediately silencing any conversation. "Today, we will be learning the patronus charm. It is one of the most difficult spells to learn, so don't be discouraged if you don't get it on your first try."

Harry did the demonstration of the spell, a bright white stag erupting from the end of his wand.

"Think of your happiest memory. Allow it to fill you up." He said while circling around the room. "A full body patronus is the most difficult to produce."

He was getting lost in the magic and pure joy that echoed across the room, and that's when he saw it.

A glittering silver doe standing right in front of him. Some students stopped to stare at the marvel aswell. Harry's patronus seemed to notice, and it began to walk towards the doe. The stag bowed his head. The doe reciprocated, only to scamper off seconds later with the stag following suit.

Harry stood in awe for a few moments. He tried to think back to his teachings, but his mind kept going back to that damn doe.

And that one class became two. Then three. Then the week.

One month.

It's been one month. And that's when he told Ron.

"I don't know, Ron. I can't stop thinking about it. It keeps coming back. And I tried to ignore it, but then it comes back stronger than ever before." Harry expressed to his friend.

"I don't know what to tell you mate." Said Ron as he bit into a chocolate frog.

"I know... it's just... I feel... something."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I don't know! Just.... will I ever find her?"

Ron looked at his friend. Harry was hunched over with sullen eyes. He was deep in thought. He's serious, Ron thought.

"Cheer up, mate. I'm sure you will find her again."

Harry got up from his bed and started pacing. "What if I don't? I saw something incredible. Indescribable even... I found my soulmate, Ron!" Harry was almost shouting in frustration.

"Relax! It's not my fault. Stop screaming at me!" Ron told Harry. Harry began to take deep breaths and sat back on his mattress.

"I've never felt this way about anyone before. I've never had someone to love, you know? I don't want them to slip away like everyone else."

"Hey, not everyone has slipped away. You still have me and Hermione!"

Harry chuckled. "Thank you for listening. I know it's weird to talk about sappy stuff with me."

"Hey. If you can't talk to your friend about your soulmate, what good are they?"

-*-*-*-

Harry prepared for the next lesson, this week focusing on protego. The library was quite empty, only a few second years and one other fifth year.

That fifth year in question is a certain Y/N L/N. She was.... wow. She was one of the most beautiful people in her year. Her H/C hair was so lush and thick and shined in the sun. It shined almost as much as her eyes, which captivated whoever looked into them.

But it's not just her looks that captured the hearts of many, it was also her mind. Her brilliant mind. She could answer any question in the blink of an eye. She could pass any test with flying colors. But, she was creative and oh so kind. More kind than anybody Harry had ever met. Just being in her presence was enough to brighten anyone's day.

Certainly enough to lighten mine, thought Harry.

"Hello, Harry." Y/N said. She had moved to sit across from him.

"U-um. Hello, Y/N." Harry studdard.

"Did you need me? You were looking at me so I thought you might need help."

"Oh. Um-no. It's nothing. Don't worry."

"Well, alright. Just out of curiosity, what are you researching."

Harry looked down to his roll of parchment. "Protego. I'm going to teach it next class."

"That good. It's important to be able to protect yourself. Be sure to discuss protego maxima. It protects against even stronger spells. Seems quite important for an 'army'."

"Of course. Thank you for the recommendation"

Y/N leaned closer to Harry till her lips brushed against his ear. "I'm very excited about our next class." She pulled away, winked, and walked away.

Harry's heart couldn't stop beating. He was panting, yet felt like he couldn't breath. No. No. No. No. I have a soulmate. I can't fall in love with someone else, thought Harry.

-*-*-*-

Harry wondered aimlessly down the corridors under his invisibility cloak. The night was peaceful. Just him and his thoughts, no interruptions. Until he heard a choked sob. It sounded like it came from a first year. What did the toad do the poor first year.

He rounded the corner to see Y/N comforting a young Slytherin girl. "I know. I know, Amelia." The Slytherin was still sobbing hard as ever, no matter how much consolidation she recieved. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

"No. Just be here. Just hug me." Said Amelia. Harry could see a tear trickle down Y/N's face.

"You want to see something cool?" Amelia nodded, though it seemed a bit reluctant. "I'm going to cast a spell. Are you ready?" Amelia nodded again, much more vigorously.

"Expecto Patronum."

And there it was.

That damn doe.

That damn doe that haunted him since the day he saw it.

That damn doe that made him rethink so many choices.

That goddamn doe... the love of his life.

He knew that he probably shouldn't do it. He knew that he could be caught if he were to. But, he couldn't help himself. He couldn't fucking help himself.

"Expecto Patronum." Harry whispered.

A stag erupted out of the top of the wand. It immediately ran towards the doe, almost as if he missed her. The stag pranced around both Y/N and doe before bowing down. Just like in the Room of Requirements.

"Can I touch it?" asked Amelia.

"I don't see why not."

She reached up to touch the deer. As soon as she did, Amelia started giggling. Y/N did as well. It felt like pure happiness.

They backed away, and the doe took their place. She bowed down as well. They raised their heads and look into each other's eyes. They kept eye contact as they stepped closer together. Until they came together.

Before long, the deers disappeared.

"I can go back, now." Said Amelia.

"Do you want me to bring you back?" Asked Y/N.

"No thank you." Amelia made her way down the hall. Y/N waited until she couldn't hear the patter of feet.

"Harry. I know you're there. Harry! Where are you?"

Harry took off his cloak before spewing out apologies, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or if I messed up. I couldn't help myself. I should have stopped myself. I knew this was - mmmph!" His rant was cut off by a pair of lips on his.

"Harry, there is nothing to apologize for!" Y/N giggled. Merlin, it sound like music. Harry couldn't help but laugh with her.

"So...."

"So...."

"You're my soulmate then, Y/N?"

"If you would like to call me that, I suppose."

"I would if that's alright with you." Harry places his face in the crook of her neck. Y/N could feel the shit-eating grin on his face. "Would you like to go to Hogsmead on Sunday?"

"Sounds lovely."

-*-*-*-

"James! Wake up!" Y/N tried waking up her son. "Come on. It's your first day of school."

"No. Bed."

"James, if you don't get up, I'm confiscating your broom." Said the boy's mother. It's safe to say that he got ready alarmingly quickly.

Lovely, thought Y/N. She walked downstairs to her two other children eating breakfast. "Good morning, Lily. Good morning, Arthur." She finished each greeting with a kiss on the forehead.

"Good morning, mum!" Said Lily. She was bouncing up and down with excitement, even if she wasn't going to Hogwarts just yet. Arthur stayed silent, however.

"Arthur? You okay? It's your first day at Hogwarts! You should be excited." Said his mother.

"I know. I'm just... nervous." He said, a frown made it's way onto his lips.

"Darling!" Y/N's husband clambered into the room and placed a quick peck to her cheek. He turned to face Arthur. "How are doing? Are you excited?"

"Yes." Arthur faked a smile for the sake of his father.

"Oh gosh! Look at the time! We have to get going or we'll be late!" Said Y/N as she frantically collected her family's belongings.

-*-*-*-

"Dad, what if I am put into Slytherin?" Asked Arthur, about to board the train.

"Arthur Remus Potter. Slytherin isn't a bad house. In fact, it is quite extraordinary. Your mother was almost put in Slytherin for how determined and cunning she was! It would be an honor to have you be in Slytherin. Just as much of an honor as if you would be in Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, or Ravenclaw. We will love you no matter what."

Arthur hugged his father so tightly as tears leaked from his eyes. "I-I don't w-want to l-leave you, Dad. I don't want to leave Mum, either. Or Lily."

Harry pulled back and wiped the tears from his eyes. "I know. But, before you know it, you'll be back home and you'll be sick of us all over again." Harry laughed. He had to laugh. If he didn't, he would cry too.

Satisfied with that response, Arthur left his father's embrace and walked over to his mother, who was watching the whole time.

"I love you so much. I love you to the moon and back." She said, giving one last hug to her children before they boarded the train. They grow up too fast.

"I'll write every day." Said Arthur, waving from his compartment on the train.

"Write us when you get settled in! And be sure to tell what house you are in!" Shouted Harry. The train started to ride away. Harry looked at his children then to his wife. He was and will be forever grateful for the woman standing beside him, who gave him a family, who gave him so much.

And to think it all happened because of a damn doe.

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Lay all your love on me | Oliver Wood x Slytherin!Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY: (Y/N)’s been crushing on the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain for over three years. Now, in their seventh and last year of Hogwarts, her friends are determined to get them together.

WORD COUNT: 2,833.

WARNINGS: underage drinking. (If there are more and I didn’t put them, let me know).

NEXT PARTS:

Honey Honey! (part two)

When I kissed the teacher (part three).

A/N: so, this came out because of a random idea and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. For some reason, I like to imagine wizards dancing to ABBA, of course it’s the muggleborns and maybe halfbloods that know about them. This was written while I listened to Lay all your love on me, slowed down, on repeat. I algo gave the reader’s friends name because it was easier, and I may or mat not based their personality on my own close friends…

English is not my first language so if there are any mistakes, I’m sorry! Reblog if you can, and if you have any suggestions or requests just DM!

Masterlist.

tags: @peeves-a-legend​ (thank you for everything).

The Ravenclaw vs Hufflepuff Quidditch match had ended with a win for the eagle’s house, although the other team did not make it easy for them. The Hufflepuffs were known for their patience and hard working nature, giving up easily was not one of their traits and that’s exactly what everyone had seen on the match this afternoon. They knew their opponent’s Seeker, Cho Chang was getting better with each game  she played, so the Captain of the Hufflepuff Team decided their best chance was, if he wasn’t fast enough to catch the snitch that is, to lash out against the poor Keeper. 

And so they did. 

The Chasers, Preece, Macavoy and Applebee, were unstoppable. On the occasion the Quaffle landed in their hands, which had been like seventy percent of the time, they would use many different strategies to confuse the other players, including the Keeper, and score a goal.

Even after their brilliant performance, Ravenclaw still won by twenty points ahead when Cho Chang caught the snitch. A small distraction from the Hufflepuff Seeker and Captain had cost them the victory, but that didn’t discourage the badgers, hell, (Y/N) thought nothing could after how well they had played. She had never felt so much respect for the usually overlooked House. 

That was pretty much the reason why the Ravenclaws were so eager to celebrate their win and had invited the whole school, or at least everyone up to the age of fifteen, to their Common Room. Many people believed they weren’t capable of throwing a good party since they were supposed to be smart and have their head on a book every minute, but (Y/N) never doubted them. One of her best friends was a Ravenclaw and that girl sure knew how to have fun, school and good grades being the last thing on her mind whenever she got sight of the Firewhisky. 

If you had asked for (Y/N)’s opinion, she would tell you Ravenclaws were the seconds best at Hogwarts on the matter of hosting parties, Slytherins right up to them. Albeit that may have been biased, she herself was a Slytherin and, thinking about it, she never went to any Gryffindor parties because, well, no one except her other friend wanted a Slytherin there. Many of them thought they were some kind of saints just because they were brave and didn’t realise they were, instead, a bunch of reckless and prejudiced twats. The remaining house, Hufflepuff, took parties to a whole other level and sometimes it became all a little too much. She wasn’t much of a party person but she still enjoyed them from time to time, but they went insane any time alcohol was in the room and started to come up with crazy ideas that would, with no doubt, get them expelled. 

After waiting ten minutes for a member of the house to step out and answer the riddle for her, which (Y/N) knew you didn’t need to be part of the house to reply but even as a Slytherin and having, supposedly, a cunning and intelligent mind she sucked at those kind of questions; she, and twenty others,  finally entered the Ravenclaw Common Room, which was completely renovated since the last time she had visited it.

The circular and wide room was filled with students from all the four houses making it seem smaller than it actually was. The moon shone, filtering through the arched windows, barely illuminated but some flickering and colour changing lights on the ceiling made it work. The furniture was against the wall on the left side so people could dance freely in the middle, while the tables on the right bursted with food and bottles of alcohol. A muggle radio had been placed on one of the large table’s corner and to (Y/N)’s delight, it wasn’t playing any songs by the Weird Sisters. She loathed that band since last year when some students, presumably Gryffindors, enchanted the speakers on the hallways to repeatedly play one of the group’s songs. 

The girl started to move towards the left side of the room, avoiding the crowd growing larger and larger. Trying to catch some familiar faces, she stood on her tiptoes and observed the room, but the lack of light and her problem with seeing things from afar, made her search harder. A couple of minutes had passed when she recognized the trio she was friends with. They were waving and screaming her name, trying to catch her attention, right beside the door that led to the dormitories.  

(Y/N) grinned at them while walking in their direction. Once she settled on Isla’s side, her best friend since childhood, some of her nerves were washed away a little. It was easier for her to be in a place packed with people if she had her close friends as company. Dorian, the last one to join the group in their fifth year, offered her a black cup with, judging by the smell, Quintin Black, her favourite. The corners of her mouth quirking up as a way of saying thanks without having to shout at him to make herself be heard through the loud music.

The Multicolour Quartet — name they all despised but stood with it because it was one of Dorian’s drunk comments when he realised how they were all from different houses; (Y/N) was the Slytherin, he was the Gryffindor, and the other two, Isla and Ethan, were both Ravenclaws — easily fell in a conversation about Isla’s brilliant performance as Chaser for her House’s Team, the other three complimenting her whenever she started to list all the errors that almost allowed the Hufflepuffs to win.

Spacing out of her friend’s chat, (Y/N)’s eyes peer round the room looking, nearly in a desperate way, for someone in particular. Answering the comments the other three made with a simple nod of her head or a yes to seem like she was paying attention, her eyes fixated in a figure directly across from them, supporting it’s body’s weight on a wall. He was surrounded by some of his classmates and friends from the same house, but she could still see, albeit with great trouble, his short brown hair and his right hand holding a black cup, equal to the one she had. 

She failed to realise that her friends had noticed where her attention travelled to. Sharing knowing glances and smirks they knew it was time for (Y/N) to talk to the boy she’d been crushing on for three years now. Isla and Ethan left saying some people were starting to cause trouble, not that (Y/N) had actually listened to them, too lost in attempting to catch another glimpse of the boy. That ended on Dorian, the most chaotic of the four, finding the way to make them, at least, share two or three words.

Suddenly, she felt a hand on her left arm dragging her along the room and pushing people on the way. That belonged to Dorian and it didn’t take long for her to understand what he was doing, his mischievous smile betraying him. Her eyes widened and she shook her head while planting her feet on the floor, putting all her strength on them so he wouldn’t move her. She didn’t succeed. Obviously because of his friend’s stronger hands. 

A chant of pleas and several no exited from her mouth, but it was useless. If something got inside Dorian’s head, then nothing could stop him from doing it. A trait they both shared and the cause of a few of their arguments, neither of them knew when to back the hell down. Not even the promise of (Y/N) doing his Arithmancy homework for two weeks made him stop on his tracks. Dorian had really compromised to the cause because she knew how much he detested that subject, only taking it to please his father. 

Before she could raise the offer to a month, they were already in front of him and the group he was chatting with. 

Oliver Wood smiled at the two friends, recognizing only one of them but still being kind and inviting towards her, whose heart was about to jump out of her chest from how fast it was beating. 

“Hey, Wood, how’re you doing?,” Dorian greeted him first and then nodded at the others as if he was saying hi, “preparing for the Quidditch match next week?”

(Y/N) stood awkwardly by Dorian’s side, looking and smiling shyly at people she had never interacted with. She was going to cut this boy’s head of the minute everyone left.

“Yeah, the Hufflepuffs played like hell today.” She heard Oliver say. His words tumbling with each other. Was he already starting to get drunk? “I think I’ll need to book more practices if we want to win next week”.

Luckily, or not, Dorian noticed he hadn’t introduced his friend to the group yet. And even if she didn’t like to just stand there like a rigid stick, she hated the new attention.

“This is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), by the way,” he announced while placing his right hand on the upper side of her back and pushing her body to the front. And the shy smile made an appearance on her face once more. 

She whispered a small hello, looking at everyone but Oliver, and instantly felt the need to jump off the Astronomy Tower, not long after making Dorian the next designated Gryffindor Ghost. 

“What house are you in? I’ve never seen you before,” questioned one of the boys next to Oliver with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and a lost look on his eyes, as if he was trying to place her and remember the colours of the tie she used daily.

“She’s not a Gryffindor, maybe that’s why you haven’t seen her much,” Dorian answered before she had the chance to, “she’s actually a Slytherin.” A new expression on his face now, intimidating the others to see if they dared to express some kind of negative or stupid comment to his friend about the house she belonged to. No one said anything. She saw Dorian smiling proudly from the corner of her eye, but in that moment (Y/N) had the weird sensation she was some kind of prey to starving lions.

The group began to talk to each again, like nothing happened, all except Oliver, who was looking at her with his eyebrows raised and an intriguing sparkle in his dark brown eyes.

Dorian spoked once more.

Does he ever shut up?

“Remember the other day you said you were falling behind in Potions and Transfiguration?” Oliver nodded at him, signalising her friend to keep talking. “Well, I have the perfect person to help you with that. (Y/N) tutors me from time to time in those subjects too.”

Forget the Astronomy Tower, she desperately needed some kind of magical earthquake that could crack the floor beneath her feet and swallow her whole.

It’s not like Dorian was lying, she had helped him, and still did sometimes, to study for an important test, not only in Potions and Transfiguration, but also in the rest of the subjects they shared. Merlin knew that boy was a disaster when talking about paying attention to classes. But that didn’t mean she was good enough to tutor Oliver freaking Wood. (Y/N) could treat Dorian how she wanted if he wasn’t trying to, at least, know what she was talking about, they were friends and most of their time together was spent hitting each other, but how was she supposed to act around the precious Gryffindor Quidditch Captain?

“Great!,” Oliver exclaimed quickly. A sudden blush crept all the way from below his turtle neck to his cheeks, but she couldn’t identify if it happened because of the alcohol or embarrassment from sounding “too enthusiastic”. He cleared his throat before speaking again. “I was about to start looking for one. McGonagall said that if I don’t get my grades up to an Exceeds Expectations, I won’t be able to play the rest of the matches.”

“That sucks, but you’d found one already so you two can start immediately with the tutoring sessions”, Dorian commented slily while looking at her with the smile of a champion adorning his face.

He was trying exceptionally hard, she had to give him that.

In a swift movement, she drank the whole content of her cup to see if the knot that had formed on her stomach would go away. The blonde girl, perhaps a member of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, beside (Y/N) noticed her drink was missing and offered her to reach out for one of the bottles of the table across. The Slytherin nodded and asked for the bottle of Quintin Black if there was still one.

“So you like Scottish things?” Oliver observed, with his eyes lighted up and his bottom lip stuck beneath his teeth, when he saw her grab the bottle of alcohol filled to the middle with onyx liquid. 

“She sure does.” She heard Dorian mumble, he had tried to hide the smirk burying his face on his cup but (Y/N) took notice of that too. After giving him a pointed look, she turned her head towards Oliver, who, hopefully, hadn’t heard her friend’s remark; if he had, he was good at concealing it.

Her response was interrupted by the starting melody of “Lay all your love on me”, one of her favourite songs, and a voice that could only belong to her best friend, screaming her name. Out of nowhere, Isla took her hand, said something to Oliver and Dorian about returning her to them later, and yanked (Y/N) to the direction of the made up dance floor, making her almost drop the cup she was holding.

It was an unspoken rule between them, whenever one of their favourite songs was on the radio, they would stop what they were doing, important or not, and start to dance and sing, without caring about other people’s opinion. It was something like a ritual that had become a safe space and a signature of their friendship for both of the girls.

A few seconds through the song had played when Celine stopped dancing and approached her friend, whispering something in her ear.

“Okay, don’t look and don’t freak out, but Oliver hot stuff Wood is staring at you.”

“What? What do I do?” 

“Just keep dancing, I guess, maybe he likes it.”

“I don’t know how to dance, why would he like it?” 

Confusion and panic in her eyes, (Y/N) tried to think about all the logical reasons Oliver Wood, one of the most attractive guys in the school, could be watching her dance. The girl knew she wasn’t beautiful, even if her best friend repeatedly said so, she wasn’t funny or interesting and, on top of all, she belonged in Slytherin, the House with the worst reputation. 

“No idea, but whatever it is, keep doing it.” 

Her best friend winked at her, a large and contagious smile spreading over her face. Grabbing one of (Y/N)’s hands, she made her twirl around following the fast beat of the song. Seizing the opportunity, (Y/N) glanced at Oliver and discovered that he was, indeed, staring at her while he drank from his black cup.

A random and unexpected laugh flew out of her mouth. Her best friend, carefree as always, began to giggle with her while dancing around the room. She had never felt more alive, and some people would think she was ridiculous for actually thinking it, but singing her favourite song at the top of her lungs, dancing and laughing and just having fun with her best friend. Excitement running through her veins uniting with the nerves Oliver’s attention towards her had provoked; a slight headache caused by the alcohol mixing with the new confidence coming from the same thing. 

Aware of the dark brown eyes focusing on her, she turned around once more, but this time she didn’t look away. She kept singing, beaming at him from the middle of the dance floor, and maintaining eye contact. A sudden thought appeared on her mind, if she’d had maybe one more full cup of Quintin Black, perhaps she would’ve been confident enough to ask him on a date. 

Don’t go wasting your emotions, lay all your love on me.

Don’t go sharing your devotion, lay all your love on me.

(Y/N) didn’t think that he would take that as an invitation when she whispered the words while looking at him, it wasn’t even meant to be one, but Oliver Wood had left his cup on the table next to him and was now walking towards her.

A little small talk, a smile and baby I was stuck. 

I still don’t know what you’ve done with me.

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