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i got my eye on you; marauders

pairing: marauders (sirius black x reader) | 3.3k words plot: albus reaches out to you to keep the marauders save, to not have them die, so you join them in their seventh year. authors note: this is by far the longest fic i ever wrote and it'll have several parts. I hope you like it :) have a good weekend, y'all <3

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“For some of you, this will be the last- '' The doors to the great hall opened with a loud squeak and all heads whipped to who had entered. It was uncomfortably quiet as a young woman, looking no older than twenty five, entered the hall.

Her appearance was unusual, to say the least. Students stared as they took in her appearance, the long hair, the loose jeans and the many many tattoos. Her face was adorned with make up, some jewelry graced her neck as well as her fingers and and her feet were plucked into beat up sneakers.

The students didn’t miss the pack of cigarettes which she had just shoved into the pocket of her pants or how her made-up eyes looked over the mass of teenagers.

The way she walked was confident, relaxed. Her arms swung by her side in a comfortable manner, something the students hadn’t seen in the halls of Hogwarts ever. As she reached the podium where Dumbledore stood, he embraced her in a hug.

“I’m late, sorry for that.” You said, Dumbledore swatted his hand and rubbed your upper arm. “No problem at all, Y/N. Life as a young Auror gets busy, does it not?” You gave him a small smile and turned around to walk up to the teachers, hand held out for them to take. As you came back to Albus, he had a hand on your shoulder. “They’re right there, just sit down with them.” He pointed his bony finger at the Gryffindor table, you couldn’t make out who he meant but followed suit.

Albus had contacted you a few weeks ago to give him a helping hand. A group of students, infamously titled the marauders were in grave danger, something about a prophecy and Voldemort. You didn’t need to know more when Albus had sounded so desperate.

You stepped off the podium and walked down the Gryffindor table, the gazes of students burning into your form. Just as you slowed down at a boy you had seen before, the older Black son, Sirius Orion Black, you stopped.

You looked back at Dumbledore and pointed at the bench. With a small nod you walked up to them. “Excuse me.” You spoke and within seconds the boys parted like Moses had the sea. You sat down and avoided their eyes when Albus started to talk again.

The teens looked at you, examining you. “As I was saying-” You weren’t listening as you looked at them. The boy on your right across the table had dark hair, not as long as the Black’s but it was neatly styled. His tie sat untidy in the center of his uniform and he looked your way a few times, too shy to actually keep eye contact. T

he one next to him looked tidier, his tie was neatly pulled together, his hand rested on a book which you couldn’t make the title out of. His face was graced with faint reddish scars and his eyes were glued to Dumbledore.

The table stayed faintly quiet as Albus stopped talking and breakfast was announced. “Relax.” You said, eyes now glued to your face. With a tap to the plate it vanished and a steaming cup of coffee emerged in its place. You fished the pack of cigarettes from your pocket and pushed one between your lips. Black, who was seated to your right, grabbed your arm, biscuit in his other hand.

“No smoking on grounds.” The tidy boy spoke, as Black retreated his hand. “Rules.” Sirius spoke, he shook his head, obviously thinking those to be absurd. You gave them a small smile before you lit the cigarette with a tip of your finger.

“The rules don’t count for me.” The dark haired boy furrowed his eyebrows and huffed before he spoke. “But-”I’m not a student.” You took a sip from your coffee and spoke again.

“I’d be a bit too old for that.” You took a drag from your cigarette, enjoying the way the smoke filled your lungs. You huffed the smoke over their heads and took another sip. “No fair.” Sirius crumbled next to you.

You looked to your right and held the cigarette out for him. With wide eyes he watched you, without a word you nodded your head at him. He hesitated but embraced the stick between his lips and took a drag. Without as much as a cough he blew out the smoke and gave you a small smile. “Thanks.” You didn’t answer before you took another drag.

“My name’s Y/N and I’m here to look out for you-”Look out for us?” You eyed him through your lashes with a glare. “James.” The boy next to him nudged his shoulder and he retreated with a quick sorry.

“You goin’ to interrupt me again, James?” James shook his head “No ma’am.” Your lips twisted into a grin “Good.”

You propped your arms onto the table and started to talk again. “I can’t tell you why, orders from way up.” You paused as you saw them frown.

“I wanna make one thing clear, I’m not here to keep you in check.” You paused “I’m simply here to not have you die, I couldn’t care less about what you do in school.” The boy to your left shuffled to look at you. “Look at me like a friend, you can come to me for help and whatever else you want, I kinda have a free pass here.” You pointed at the pack of cigarettes.

“So, you’re just here to keep us safe?” The boy next to James spoke and you nodded. “Exactly.” James wasn’t convinced, eyebrows still knitted together. “But that doesn’t make sense, we’re good at taking care of ourselves. Sirius has a mean right hook and I’m the best quidditch player in our school. We can take-”No you can’t.” You broke him off.

“Not during these times.” He eyed you some more before he returned to his breakfast.

Just as James opened his mouth again you caught Albus in the corner of your eyes. He had his hand raised, asking you to meet him up in his office. You understood and spoke after you had shoved the cigarettes back into your pocket.

“Excuse me.” You said, Sirius wanted to keep a hold on you, to not let you go but within a second the space next to him was empty. You had apparated away, on school grounds. Maybe you were right after all, you did have a free pass.

Albus only wanted to remind you of your mission, keep them safe. He handed you their schedule and sent you on your merry way. You apparated into Minerva's classroom, startling two girls in the process. The lesson hadn’t started yet and the room was buzzing with voices.

James and Sirius were seated together, Remus sat with Peter. Albus had shown you pictures, pointed them out to you. There was a bench behind the four which was vacant, so you decided to place yourself there.

You had no business here, you knew. You had finished your school years at Mahoutokoro in Japan about three years ago, you were no longer a student and you didn’t desire to be one ever again but this mission, this task, which Albus put in your hands felt too important to act upon your dislikement of school.

“Oh, Y/N.” Remus said with a small smile on his face as he noticed you.

You gave him a small wave of your fingers and leaned back in your chair, Sirius and James now sat facing you. “You’ll join the lessons too?” You nodded and lit yourself a cigarette, they didn’t question it this time.

“Albus told me to feel free to join in if I wanted to.” Sirius brought a hand through his brown locks and gave you a flirty smile. “Should’ve sat behind you then, Snivellus’ an eyesore.” You gave him a grin and eyed the fellow student. He was hunched over his desk, gaze locked on his workbook.

“So, you’ll join-”You’re in my seat.” A blonde boy interrupted James, he stood right in front of you, his blonde hair framed his face like a helmet.

“I don’t see a name.” You smiled, taking a drag from your cigarette. “This seat is mine.” He said again, nose held high. You raised from your chair and placed yourself in front of the nuisance of a boy. His jaw was clenched and his eyebrows furrowed in anger.

“Well now it’s mine.” You almost whispered, the classroom had gotten awfully quiet, eager to catch a glimpse of your quarrel.

“I’ll say it one more time, this seat is mine, you mud-”I wouldn’t if I were you. I’m the furthest thing from a mudblood, not that I like the sound of that insult.” Your face contorted into a frown before you took another drag of your cigarette and blew the smoke right in his face. The blonde coughed violently as you looked down on him.

“Get away from me.” You said before you sat down and crossed your legs over each other. The boy took a step forward, fists clenched and face flushed.

Sirius and James were fast to stand up, square their shoulders and stare him down. You felt like there were two guard dogs standing right behind you.

“This isn’t finished.” He spat before he turned around and found himself and his buddy a seat. His eyes found yours again before you raised your hand to flip him off.

Sirius burst into laughter as he reached over the desk and patted you on the shoulder. “You’re growing on me, love.”

“Malfoy’s an arse, don’t fret it.” James laughed before you waved him off. “I think I can handle him just fine, James.”

Just as Minerva stepped into the room you had any evidence of a cigarette vanishing. McGonagall wrinkled her nose in displeasure as she placed her bag down.

“Who smoked in my classroom?” The boys didn’t move, you just raised your eyebrows, you’d get him for good. “No one?” You wiped the smirk off your face as you raised your hand.

“Minerva, can I call you that?” The woman faced you, her face didn’t change as she simply nodded.

“I’m not normally one to tell, but I believe that school rules are of utmost importance for students, it was like that for me when I visited Mahoutokoro.” You paused to flash her a small smile, a smile that said, I’m on your side, I’m here to support, not side with students.

“I believe I saw Mr. Malfoy over there enjoying a cigarette just a few moments ago. I’m not one to disdain smoking, as I enjoy it myself but as we all know, I’m no longer a student, but Mr. Malfoy is one and I believe that this should be addressed.”

You were amazed by yourself, you hadn’t been a two faced bitch since school. The boys turned around, faces painted with disbelief. Sirius had to hide the grin on his face. Peter stared at you in horror, how could you be so absolutely stellar at lying, without a stutter or a twitch of guiltiness.

“Very well, Y/N. Do you have proof to reinforce those accusations?” She stepped a row closer to you, hands clasped together. Malfoy shot to his feet, face bright red with anger as he tried to speak.

“Professor, you couldn’t possibly believe-”I believe a quick whiff should be enough, cigarettes leave a rather strong smell on people who smoke.”

Minerva gave you a nod and proceeded to where the blonde boy sat, his eyes widened in horror. You had blown the smoke at him, it would still linger. The teacher reached her head forward and smelled the boy's uniform, with a gasp she retreated.

“Mr. Malfoy, I’m truly disappointed, smoking on school grounds is bad enough but in my classroom of all places. 10 points from Slytherin and detention.” You sat down and gave the boys a smirk, they turned around with an amused expression on their faces.

“Thank you, Y/N. It’s nice to see someone acting their age.” You didn’t respond and just gave her a smile.

“I can’t believe you got Malfoy detention.” James laughed. “Not to mention the house points off Slytherin!” Sirius laughed before he threw an arm over your shoulder. You just shook your head and took the cigarette he had snatched from you back. His fingers played with your hair as you occupied your free hand with your lighter.

“So, you’re just going to spend your free period with me here?” You tried and Peter hummed, his arms snaked around his school bag. You’d told them that you’d like to go for a smoke, to get some peace but that apparently doesn’t exist without those four.

“So, how old are you actually?” James spoke, your eyes found his. Remus jabbed him in the side and you chuckled, taking another drag of the cigarette before Sirius grabbed your arm to take a drag himself.

“Not cool, man.” Sirius commented. You were so close, so intimate. It didn’t feel weird though, it didn’t bother you. Being with him felt so easy, so comfortable. Was that a bad thing? You felt as if you were letting your guard down, what if you were too distracted to keep them safe? All those thoughts disappeared when Sirius’ hand rested on your shoulder.

“24.” You simply answered. Remus finally sat down in front of you, his shoulders seemed less tense. “You went to school in Japan, why that?” You shifted your legs and put the cigarette out letting it once again disappear in the palm of your hand.

“I was originally going to spend my school years here at Hogwarts but when my parents saw my potential they decided to send me to a school which took more pride in their students power and skill than anything else.” You paused and lit yourself another cigarette.

“My parents insisted on my transfer to Mahoutokoro when I was barely twelve years old, I haven’t seen them since I was transferred.” Sirius retreated his arm to fully face you.

“What do you mean?” James spoke, eyebrows furrowed. “I never forgave them for ripping me away from everything I knew, my friends, my family, my mother tongue. Everything.”

“So you never spoke to them again?” Peter leaned forward, intrigued by the conversation. You nodded your head, eyes on the ground you sat on. “Not one word.”

“What’s Maktokoro-”Mahoutokoro.” You interrupted Sirius, who just swatted your attempt of correcting him away. “Yes, that.”

You caught the boy looking at your hand and without a word you raised the cigarette to his mouth, his warm hand grasped yours gently and he clasped the stick in between his lips. The way he looked, the way he felt, did something to you. Heat spreads from your chest over your shoulder.

“I-It’s very disciplined, hence why I look how I look.” You paused to catch your breath and to rip your gaze from the delicious looking man next to you.

“No tattoos, no dying your hair, no casual clothes, no nothing. The only nice thing is the scenery.” Sirius held a drink for you to take and with a thankful smile you took it.

“Mahoutokoro is big in Qidditch, it wasn’t my cup of tea but the matches were a sight to see.” James leaned back with a smirk on his face.

“Well, Quidditch’s our expertise.” You raised your eyebrows at him. “I’m a seeker myself, Sirius’ a beater.” You smiled at him and nodded your head. “I guess I have to watch you play, then?”

Sirius let out a chuckle and threw his arm over your shoulder once again. “Of course, love. I need something worth winning for.” You had to laugh yourself before you intertwined your fingers with his before he placed the cigarette in front of your mouth again. You took a drag and blew the smoke past him.

“You don’t play?” You addressed the other two boys.

“No, Peter and I are not so skilled regarding Quidditch.” Remus laughed, his book wandering to his other hand.

“Moony’s the one with the best grades though, Quidditch only gets you so far.” James threw in and Remus gave him a small smile. “Oh, so you’re the smartest?” Remus had to chuckle and shook his head.

“He’s only being modest.” Sirius whispered in your ear and you nodded before Sirius dropped the done cigarette into your palm and it vanished.

Seated all the way in the back you were surprised to see one of your former teachers teach Defense Against Dark Arts here at Hogwarts. Hayato Fujimoto was one of your favorite teachers when you went to school, to see him here now fills you with comfort.

He broke into a bright smile as he welcomed the students. “We have a guest here, as it seems.” He paused to lean on his desk. You waved at him before he waved you to the front of the class.

“Miss Y/N here was one of my most talented students, with excellent skills in wandless magic and dueling. I’m happy to have you here, so far from home. I hope you’re willing to show your skills to my students sometime.” You gave him a smile and tilted your head towards him.

“Of course, Professor.” He waved you off “Please, you’re no longer one of my students, call me Hayato.” You couldn’t do that, you knew and he knew as well.

“Alright students, get in line, find yourself a partner.” Fujimoto waved his hands to rush them along, his white hair jumped with the effort. You stayed behind, to stay out of their way.

These lessons, learning how to defend themselves, were important. Even if the professor was eager to show you off, you wanted them to train, to be able to wield those defensive spells, especially Sirius, James, Remus and Peter.

You made your way to them, watching them. James trained with Peter, Sirius with Remus. Spell after spell jumped between them, but you noticed right away, they were going easy on each other. They didn’t take it seriously.

Without a word you stepped in front of Remus, who retreated with wide eyes. “What?” He mumbled as Sirius lowered his wand with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Raise that wand, Black.” You paused before he stepped forward, following suit and raised his wand again.

“Hit me with the best you got.” He hesitated but nodded, wielding his wand.

“Stupefy!” He yelled and with a flick of your hand it dispersed, you looked bored. “Don’t go easy on me now, Sirius.” He took a breath and raised his wand again.

“Rictusempra!” He tried again, but you waved it off once again. With a nameless spell you sent him off his feet, he flew a feet meters and landed on his ass.

You frowned and walked over to him. Your hand reached to his head and your other one held his shoulder. His hair was fluffy, softer than you expected it to be. “You okay?” He huffed and sent you a pained grin, trying to play off the aching in his buttocks.

“Fine.” He mumbled before he got to his feet again. You brushed his shirt off and rubbed his upper arm. He nodded and took his wand from your hand.

“I didn’t want to knock you off your feet, sorry about that.” You said before he grabbed your arm, warm hand grasping your flesh.

“That’s twice now, you owe me.” He said with a smirk on his face.

For once, you were speechless. You expected him to be mad, to dislike you but he flirted. Your cheeks felt hot and your heartbeat sped up. This wasn’t good, not good at all.

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warmerthanhotcoco · 1 year

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221B, Baker Street.

Dumbledore in his 20s, a bit of a celebrity, a lot of eccentricity. Gellert Grindelwald has disappeared and the press chases after him so he hides away in a house: a magically hidden one, quite like Grimmauld Place (referred to as Black Manor). Except it’s a crazy address that he made up for fun.

You, as his dearest friend and not-so-secret admirer, are called when he wants a chat and a hug. So you go. Revelations, confessions… it’s a sweet evening.

Tags: young!Dumbledore x reader, gender-neutral reader, post-Grindelwald's betrayal, comfort fluff, a very British evening tea date, a sign from above, Confessions, and kisses, Hufflepuff reader, Gryffindor/Hufflepuff

A/N: To my beautiful sister, who makes me feel loved on a daily basis. And who taught me it was okay to crush on a man who was 100+ in the original movies, if it was on his younger version~ (Coz Jude Law is *chef's kiss*) Have an ice cone, Cindy 🍦xx

221B, Baker Street.

The house that was but a legend to almost everybody worldwide. Everybody except you and its current resident, that is.

Though you seriously doubted whether there even was such a house previously, and whether it had any residents prior to this eccentric young man… you had to find out for yourself.

Surely, he can’t be pulling me into some ridiculous hoax… you chided yourself for giving in, before tapping the note again. “Lumos.”

It was dark in this particular cubicle. Lucky for you, the Ministry wouldn’t be too happy to hear their excellent Auror was reading letters from notorious Albus godforsaken Dumbledore.

The note read,

Sunny,

Guess who this is!

Are you free enough to drop by for a visit? I would appreciate it, given the circumstances. House is charmed, they won’t know.

221b, Baker Street.

No, I am not kidding. Somewhere near Royal Albert Hall.

See you tomorrow x

“Protection from the Ministry, good,” you mumbled, fingering the letter. “Tomorrow, huh…”

You knew the “circumstances” well enough. Gellert Grindelwald, the moron who clung to your best friend since pre-teens, had disappeared. It was all over the Prophet, the man was a nuisance to the Ministry: they both were. With one gone missing, they began chasing after the other for clues and conspiracies, until he too vanished.

To the others. You’d gotten an old barn owl the morning of the news claiming he was safe and he’d contact you soon. And so, he did.

Bet he sees now who the real friend was all along, you harrumphed as you tucked the letter in your inner robes and Apparated out the Ministry. Good thing they had handed over a mission to you just an hour ago, you could leave on that excuse.

Missions can wait. Tomorrow can go to hell. Albus needed you. So there you stood before the Royal Albert Hall, hands in your pockets, staring in awe at its glamour. Images of a date from long long ago flashed across your reminiscing mind.

A bright summer… fifteen-year-old you… sixteen-year-old Albus… a soothing orchestra concert… a late night kiss near the ice cream stand outside…

An envious Gellert Obliviating and apparating him away right after…

Your smile faded as fast as it came, your head turned away from the grandiose venue. The smile grew again upon seeing the ice cream stall standing there as lively as before. Curious, it hadn’t been there before, every other night you’d come here seeking comfort… A sign from Nature, you told yourself. Today might be a good day to see him after all.

So you moved away from the crowded steps of the Hall and bought two ice cones, muttering under your breath with closed eyes, “221b, Baker Street. 221b, Baker Street.”

And there it was. You opened your eyes to a tall house down the road, not too far from the hall itself, a little board on its door reading “221b, Baker Street.” You shook your head with a laugh, delighted nobody else was seeing it somehow. You rushed up to the doorstep and waved your wand at the charm on the lock. Of course, Dumbledore’s unique protection ward unlocked itself for you.

As always.

The door creaked open, and you hurried in, mouth agape at the dust. “Honestly Al, don’t you know to look after the place you live in?”

“Sunny! Oh, darling, thank goodness you’re here,” a tired but jovial voice chirped from the stairs. You heard Dumbledore stumble down and almost fall onto you, before you twirled away.

“Nah-uh, no hugs, not with ice cream in my hands.”

“Oh my!” he exclaimed happily, picking his glimmering self up and snatching one of the cones. Glimmering, because his hair was slick from the shower, and his shirt and pants were pristine orange. Brighter than those new colourful automobiles.

“I guess you don’t need to pull the curtains for the sun anyway,” you laughed as he lapped at it oh so childishly. “You’re a walking torch yourself.”

“Right? I love this look!”

“Meh.”

“Come now, darling, it is lovely.”

“What’s with the darling-ing today?” you bit your cheek to dismiss the blush.

“I believe you like it.”

“…” Sure you did but since when did he know? He hasn’t called you darling since the night you— “Hey, Al, what’s with the place? Fake address… for fun, I know you well.”

“Mhm, you do. It seemed fun to indulge a bit.”

“…whatever. But the location?”

“Why here, you mean?” Albus waved out a greasy window to the busy lane. “Hm, memories. Don’t you like it?”

He was smiling, that all-knowing, smug smile with the twinkle in his eye. So you didn’t bother answering. Somehow… Somehow… he found out. Or rather, remembered.

But this was no time to talk about teenage first-dates. “I’m glad you called but is everything alright?”

“Better question,” Dumbledore sighed as he downed the last of the ice cone and beckoned you to the kitchen. “Why did I find you on my doorstep seconds after the owl got back?”

“I— I did not—“

“You did, I only sent the old fellow seven minutes ago.”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “I don’t hear from my closest friend, a crackhead Gryffindor who’s boyfriend just ran away, for two weeks, and you expect me not be worried sick? Of course I ran here immediately!”

“Right, my bad, took a while to set the place up properly.” He shook his head sadly. “Alas, I am unaware of who this so-called boyfriend is.”

“Ruddy Grindelwald is who,” you shook your head to mock him. “What happened?”

“…Well,” Albus took a deep breath. “He had enough of me. Who’d have thought our opposing views of the world would go…this far.”

“Who indeed,” you shook your head again.

“Hey,” Albus tapped your shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“For?”

“For not listening to you. I didn’t realise he had me controlled until he moved away and whatever bond there was…shattered.”

“Bond?” you asked, sitting beside him at the teak dinner table.

“Bond. We used the magic of Trust, and formed a contract-like bond where neither could dare betray the other, which is still there…” he sighed. “But at least the control he had over my mind is gone…”

“The rest of your mind, that is,” you scoffed.

“…yes. Anyhow, I happened to recall some things I had kept aside for later. Like that night long ago, somewhere up this very lane?”

You gasped, a tad too audibly so you cleared your throat and averted your gaze. “Uhuh? What was it?”

He sensed your avoidance and decided to play along, a smirk playing on his lips. “Well, that night, I took a beautiful person to a concert at the RA Hall. And the music was lovely, but so was my date so I might have stared more at the angel beside me than the performers. And then you dragged me off to an ice cream stand; and you know, the stand’s back in town. That old lady passed away, her son runs it now.”

“Me? H—How would I know?”

“Because I remember the face I stared at all night too well to forget by Gellert’s weak Obliviating Charm.”

“…How?”

He chuckled softly, and you looked down at the teacup that appeared before you. Of course, this was one of the most powerful wizards of his age, perhaps he had protected himself against the Obliviate back then.

Eleven years. And he didn’t spill a word… probably for your sake, should Gellert find out and attack. But eleven years of loneliness…

“We also kissed that night.” A casual statement, deceivingly blasé.

“Did we?” you gulped.

“Mhm,” he hummed over the tea.

Oh, the urge bubbling in you to say—

“We could do that again.”

After eleven years, he beat you to it. Again. “Gryffindor beats Hufflepuff,” you dramatically heaved a sigh: that made him laugh merrily, the gloom on his face disappearing.

“Gryffindor wins!” he raised his teacup. “Say, now I get to call you darling, don’t I?”

“Yes. Yes, I suppose you do,” you smiled. “Though I’d still prefer Sunny.” The nickname he coined long ago when he first met you, saying it described you perfectly.

“Of course, it’s our special thing,”he winked. “Sunny darling…” he smiled at the way you burst into laughter. “May I kiss you?”

“For the sake of old memories?”

“Quite the contrary. For the sake of new ones,” he turned to face you, one hand tucking stray hairs behind your ear, the other cupping your cheek.

You remembered how he responded back then when you asked to go out together. “An offer worth considering,” you laughed.

And so did he, before kissing you lightly. “Consider fast then, Gryffindors lack patience.”

“Clearly.” You shut your eyes, revelling in his arms wrapped around you, relishing the softness of the moment, giggling at the light stubble you felt now, that wasn’t there before.

Times change… you thought as his now sturdier arms hugged you close. Hearts don’t.

#Hufflepuff reader #Hogwarts fluff #Dumbledore x y/n #Dumbledore x reader #Dumbledore x you #fantastic beasts #secrets of dumbledore #comfort fluff #evening tea dates and kisses

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Harry and Silvia Potter: The Philosopher's Stone

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/7okU0Nd

by Chaeyoung26090

After careful contemplation and the opinion of my readers, I have decided to start this separate book with just the story including Silvia.

Silvia Potter (OC) x Fred Weasley x George Weasley Ginny Weasley x Harry Potter Ron Weasley x Hermione Granger

Bewarned that Silvia is kindaaaa Mary Sue? I realized it when I was re-reading my story but by then I already had a full plot in my head with Silvia as she is :')

Words: 49722, Chapters: 11/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The Adventures of Harry and Silvia Potter

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Silvia Potter, Original Potter Family Characters (Harry Potter), Original Female Character(s), Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Albus Dumbledore, Neville Longbottom, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Percy Weasley, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, Quirinus Quirrell, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Voldemort (Harry Potter)

Relationships: Fred Weasley/George Weasley/Original Character(s), Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley

Additional Tags: BAMF Harry Potter, BAMF Original Character, Book 1: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, Harry Potter is a Little Shit, Harry Potter is So Done, Harry Potter Has a Twin, Harry Potter Has a Sibling, Master of Death (Harry Potter), Major Original Character(s), Cute Harry Potter, Harry Potter & Ron Weasley Friendship, Supportive Ron Weasley, BAMF Ron Weasley, BAMF Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter Friendship, Ron Weasley is Our King, Ron Weasley is So Done, Ron Weasley is a Little Shit, Ron Weasley is Not an Idiot, Hermione Granger is So Done, Hermione Granger is Always Right, Hermione Granger Has Patience, Like girly has the patience of a saint, idk how many tags are too many tags, but eh, Not Canon Compliant, Canon Rewrite, Good Albus Dumbledore, Misguided Albus Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore Being an Idiot, Evil Voldemort (Harry Potter), Alternate Universe - Twins, OP original character, Overpowered Original Character

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/7okU0Nd

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alldayin90s · 4 years

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" Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home." _ Albus Dumbledore ✨

🎬 Harry Potter and the sorcerer's stone(2001)

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theseusurus · 3 years

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Lost in a Haze, Fighting Fate | Part 1.

Summary: Y/N Raven has always suffered from their sight, From a young age Y/N could just always seem to predict the future however they just thought they were lucky, after attending Hogwarts and discovering their Seer Roots they began to trust it more and more however that can not be said for others. When Y/N fled Hogwarts they left everything behind, their teen love, their friends, family, and now with what seems like all sides against them, will they be ignored like seers before them and feed into temptation or will they fight for the good in the wizarding world and their love?

PART 1: THE RETURN OF THE ORACLE

Warnings: Mentions Bullying

Pairing: Bill Weasley x Reader (Slow Burn)

Word Count: 2.8k

The Abraxan Pulled Blue carriage creaked with life for what seemed like the thousandth time tonight as you sat with Madame Maxine -Olympe- as she wanted you to call her as you now were a professor and the students.

You fidgeted with your hands and sighed as you fixed the navy veil that covered your face and made sure to smooth out the silky navy uniform decorated with thousands of moving and dancing stars and constellations that Olympe had made just for you after she had promoted you to Head divination master.

Olympe sighed and placed a hand on yours before bending down and smoothing out your veil.

¨Little Star, you must calm down, you are antsier than the Abraxans before they've had their whiskey¨

She said with a laugh before seeing your still grim face under the veil, though the veil was hard to see through and hexed so only those who you wished could see under it she had grown able to tell your expressions with it. She sighed again and smoothed down your hair that stuck out from under your veil,

¨I know your time at Hogwarts was hard petite étoile, but little star you must not let zem ruin your time, look at you now! A Leading star of the divination field and one of the best seers in Europe! They regret never treating a shining star like you as what you are now! We will win this tournament and be a beacon of excellence and poise and that goes for all of you!¨

The students looked up and smiled at you before saying a cheer in French that left you a bit confused but in a better spirit, though you've been teaching at Beauxbaton for three years now you still struggled a bit with your french however many students struggled with English so in your class you all tried your best and the first year you all struggled together to communicate with the language barrier.

The boys and girls who had volunteered to come to the Triwizard tournament were some of your favorites, especially Fleur and her sister Gabrielle who had been the firsts to volunteer especially since they had never been to Hogwarts especially Scotland before and had heard your stories of the beautiful castle and breathtaking view.

¨We are almost there. Everyone, be ready, I want you all to be on your best behavior, am I understood? I want backs straight, smiles big and you all are ready? Come, come, I will check your uniforms one last time, Oh Fleur come here sweetie your hat! Oh, you all look amazing, oh I am about to cry, how proud you all make me!¨

Olympe looked three seconds from crying before You handed her your handkerchief and rubbed her back,

¨Oh Olympe, I know, don't cry remember we must be nothing but big smiles remember? We are going to blow them away! Oh yes everyone make sure to not flutter your capes too much until the entrance we don't want to let the Butterflies out too early¨

The girls nodded eagerly some talking to each other, whispering about things you can only imagine, some topics sticking out you could hear over the giggling, while the boys were helping each other straighten out their uniforms and mentioned durmstrang especially the girls which caused you to let out a little laugh which caused the boys to look up and fluster.

With that, you heard a loud voice and peaked out the window and saw Hagrid leading the Abraxan horses down the landing area and clapped excitedly. Before the Carriage landed harshly on the runway causing you to jolt before and fixing the beret on your head and standing.

You clapped happily before popping the Carriage door open, launching yourself out the door and falling feet first on the wet Scottish Grass and laughing as you helped up the students one at a time out of the carriage as they plopped down as well and complained about how the wet grass was sticking to their newly waxed shoes.

Hagrid rushed over and smiled as you helped Madam Maxine out of the carriage, her true height showing as she exited the carriage, she stood proud and tall over Hagrid and smiled as he turned Rosey and blushed at her before bending down and kissing her hand.

He began welcoming her with a shaky voice that seemed more fit for one of the first-year students rather than the tall bearded half-giant.

You smiled under your veil clearing your throat, before speaking in a thick French Accent that made a few of your students turn and give you a questioning look, all-knowing you were originally English and knew hell barely spoke a quarter of the french language.

“excusez Moi Monsieur, where iz my classroom, Madame Maxine was promised I would be given a room to perform my services during my stay”

Hagrid nodded excitedly and began to lead you, Olympe, and the students to the castle.

¨Yes, yes! They Are finishing it up now! We are all excited to see your work Professor, especially Professor Trelawney, she has been a big fan for a while you know.¨

You simply shake your head and smile, though you doubt anyone could see it under your veil, Trelawney was one of your favorite professors to have during your short time at Hogwarts, she was one of the few people excited that you were a Seer and was very supportive of you during your time, especially during the constant bullying you faced in your youth, that reminds you did have to thank her for that.

¨Oui, I bet they sure are Monsieur, however, it iz getting a bit late, shall we head to ze castle, I am how you say uh heureux?¨ ¨Happy?¨ A student chirped, ¨Ah Yes Happy! I Can not wait to see all the new faces! Come, Children follow the gentil géant, Let's Go, shall we? Oui?¨

With that, you Nodded at Hagrid as you turned back to the Carriage and pulled out a Black carry on Trunk from the space under your seat and slammed the carriage while Knocking on the door and yelling ¨Vous êtes doué!” before the Carriage shot off towards the castle as you turned back to Hagrid and started following him towards the Castle, the one that you once called home.

You and the students of both schools, your own and Durmstrang, were preparing to be announced and called in by Dumbledore and could quite clearly hear the students of Hogwarts gossiping amongst themselves, while you listened carefully against the door you could hear some of the Durmstrang students flirting with your students,

you Cleared your throat loudly which caused the Durmstrang girls to drop the poor 3rd-year boy that they were flirting with, he shot you a smile which you responded with a nod before you heard Dumbledore getting ready to introduce you all, You gathered up your students along with Olympe.

“Remember what we practiced everyone, Grab your partner, chop-chop! He is about to announce us, remember to release the butterflies at the dip!” “For Now please join me in Welcoming The Lovely students of Beauxbaton Academy of Magic and their Head Master, Madam Maxine, along with their Professor, and Head Seer Delphi!”

With that, the First Row of partners pushed open the door and walked out, arm and arm. Students of all kinds became locked in an intricate dance, twirling and spinning one another looking like Ballerinas straight from a performance dressed in baby blue silk.

Row by row they walked out and once they reached the end of the Tables, they Dipped their partners as Baby blue butterflies spilled out from under their capes leaving, most students stunned, muttering to one another about how beautiful the students looked before Olympe and you walked out.

You walked side by side with Olympe as she admired the students staring with a smirk before looking down at you, as you walked beside her your cape was shimmering and waving the constellations on it with each step before they reached the end of the cape and popped out shooting out constellations and stars all around you and Olympe before they swirled around you at your shoulders and slid down the cape again, your veil and lack of Face or even identity was obviously causing an issue with the Hogwarts students.

You both reached the end of the tables before bowing your heads to the clapping students as your students all did a curtsy at their new classmates for the tournament. You saw Dumbledore placing a kiss on Olympe’s hand before turning to place one on your gloved hand causing you to draw it back and make a face a disgust even though no one could see which was funny to your students apparently as they turned and laughed quietly behind their hands from the sides of the Great Hall where you joined them before dumbledore ran back to his Stand to announce Durmstrang.

“Now Please Treat the Proud Students of Durmstrang and their high master, Igor Karkaroff

With that welcome, the Durmstrang Students walked in all carrying staffs tapping them in a rhythm and grunting? Singing? You didn’t know how to describe it along to the beat, as each staff hit the ground they produced a light spark before they began to sprint and do tricks with their staffs before Viktor Krum and the Headmaster walked in and as they reached the end of the tables released a fire phoenix that surrounded him before shooting off into the roof and disappearing leaving you highly impressed with the effort of their performance.

Dumbledore lifted his arms and embraced Igor as he smiled and called for Dumbledore-albus? Who knows as they laughed and embraced each other once more.

¨Hogwarts! Let's entertain our friends in the best way we can! Everyone stand!”

Dumbledore led the Children of Hogwarts in song which with the off-key voices and the interesting choice of words including Hoggy hoggy Hogwarts in was rather confusing, the students and headmasters along with yourself looked rather confused and muttered amongst yourselves as the Hogwarts school continued their song.

As the Song finished Dumbledore announced to the students to sit wherever they would like among the four tables and mingle with another as he led you and the headmasters to the Professor’s table. You sat In Between Olympe and Igor as you sat in your chair you heard Olympe talking to Dumbledore.

¨Professor Dumbley-dore my horses have traveled a long way they will need attending to!¨

¨Surely Madame Maxine! Our Gatekeeper Hagrid is more than capable!¨ Hagrid smiled to himself and nodded at Dumbledore´s praise earning a chuckle from you and a nudge from Olympe.

¨As you know Monsieur Hagrid, they drink only single malt whiskey¨

Hagrid nodded excitedly before going down to get a bite of his food and missing his plate and stabbing his associate´s hand instead causing said professor to yell and call him an idiot, causing Hagrid to hang his head embarrassed.

As Dumbledore continued his speech about eternal glory and greatness, a storm had begun to brew on the mirroring roof with thick thunder and lightning sparking around the room some students had begun to scream causing a panic, you had just started to shush them and try and calm them down when it was shut down when Alastor Moody walked into the room and cleared it.

You could hear students beginning to mutter amongst themselves at the entrance of the man, you simply looked his way before turning to Olympe and whispering up to her as you both watched Moody walk around the room and be greeted by Dumbledore.

¨Madame that man is a walking travesty, did Dumbledore warn you about him being here?¨ ¨Of course, not dear, that old man does very little to warn us about his surprises it seems.¨

You both gave a look of disgust as you watch Moody turn his back to the children and tag a swig out of his flask, ¨Nothing but a damn drunk nowadays Olympe.¨

You watch as The minister and Dumbledore announce the Goblet of Fire and announce no one under 17 may participate, giving you some ease as many of your students were under 17. You however have grown tired from the long trip and all the worries of the day so you stood from the table rubbing at your temples over your veil and sighing, grabbing attention from everyone but mainly from Moody and Olympe.

Olympe shoots you a questioning look but you just shake your head and begin heading down the tables leaving a train of stars as you go from your robes, the stars swirling around you before floating towards students and popping with clusters of glitter following it and you could hear someone, who you assume is Moody, following you down the Great hall.

Quickly you started sprinting through the halls as you follow the instructions hagrid gave you hearing the footsteps beginning to catch up as you reach the door you rush and shut the door before they, whoever they are, can touch you.

PART 2

#gender neutral fanfic #harry potter x gender neutral reader #hufflepuff!reader #harry potter x hufflepuff!reader #hufflepuff #harry potter #afab reader #trans reader #nb reader #bill weasley x reader #bill weasley #harry potter fic #weasley x reader

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morizoras-cave · 4 years

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Brother From Another Mother (Request)

Tom Holland x teen!co-star!reader

Genre: Fluff

Request Description: Howdy 🤠 first I wanna say I LOVE YOUR WRITING could I request Tom Holland X teen costar!reader and they have a cute brother sister relationship on and off screen and when they do press tour it's chaotic like the far from home press tour content of Jake and tom (I'm mostly thinking of the lad Bible first impressions video) 💞💞

Warnings: none my honeybuns

(A/N): IM ON A ROLL!!! IM UNSTOPPABLE!!! except i need to go pee, but thats it i swear. update: i peed

“What’s up guys, I’m Tom Holland.”

“And I’m Y/n L/n.”

“And we’re gonna play First Impressions,” Tom did the introduction to the game. You were doing press for the newest Spiderman movie, and had gotten to all those fun little games that they showed on Youtube. Needless to say, you were excited.

“You’ve played this before?” you asked and he nodded.

“I have, I played this with Jake Gyllenhaal,”

“Well, thank God, I’m here,” you looked into the camera, “to raise the bar a little bit.”

Tom laughed and nodded, agreeing that Jake was/is the biggest loser, and that you were the superior costar. At least in your head that’s what he agreed to. You and Jake had indulged in some online beef, dissing and insulting each other on instagram and twitter, in a vicious fight over Tom. It was all fun and games though.

You started the game, Tom starting off with a horrific Arnold Schwarzenegger impression, and then you with an elephant one. You both laughed and joked along the way. The internet had sort of freaked out about your guys’ friendship.

Tom had invited you to several of his family’s dinners, and you had also made friends with his brothers. They kept saying you were “part of the family”, which you always scoffed off, but deeply appreciated.

You picked up another card and read it. It said ‘Albus Dumbledore’. You stifled a laugh and held it to your chest so you couldn’t see.

“Harry, did you put your name in the goblet of fire?!” you yelled throatily and Tom laughed once more.

“Gandalf? Wait, no-” You and several of the camera men made dramatic and shocked faces at Tom’s answer.

“No, no, no, I mean Dumbledore! I’m sorry- guys-”

Everyone in the room exploded into complaints and yells. Tom’s face reddened and he giggled, embarrassed.

“I can’t believe this.. Tom, I’m shocked,” you said, clutching your chest. “I feel like you’re just sabotaging me, so I don’t win the game. It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Yeah, we’ve had some heated Monopoly games to say the least,” Tom agreed, picking up another card and continuing the game.

At some point, several cards later, you got a notification on your phone. It was on Twitter, regarding your Jake-arguments. You always loved seeing what the fans had to say. Someone had asked ‘if both Y/n and Jake were hanging off a cliff, who would Tom choose?’.

“Hey, Tom,” you asked absentmindedly, card forgotten. You looked him in the eyes and narrowed yours to intimidate. It wasn’t working. “If both me and Jake were hanging off a cliff, who would you save?”

Tom scoffed and laughed, throwing his head back. “Is this even part of the card?”

“What, no? This is curiosity, man. I need to know these things!” You said defensively. The people behind the camera, who had gotten more than enough footage already, laughed at your antics.

“I can’t believe you..” Tom mumbled, facepalming.

“But you would choose me, right?” you insisted.

“Yes, I would,” he agreed, and you put your hands up in triumph and then threw your card away.

“I’m done here. I’ve given you guys gold,” You and Tom both stood up, concluding the end of the Ladbible interview. Tom shook his head in amusement.

“You hear that, Gyllenhaal? I reign superior!!” you yelled into the camera. This message would reach Jake, once the interview was released a couple of weeks later, and the Jake-arguments would continue forward.

And as the Jake-arguments continued, so did your wonderful friendship with Tom. Although your duo wasn’t a very serious one, you were sure it would last forever.

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The Duel

Pairings: Young!Albus Dumbledore x platonic!student!reader

Requested by: @theseawakes First of all, I just watched the movie and yes, young Dumbledore >>> old Dumbledore. Second, since you're in the mood for it, may I request a Dumbledore x student!reader where the two of them are duelling (for study purposes ofc) and reader accidentally hurt Albus? Nothing serious but r panicked because they just hurt a teacher lol I love your works by the way aaaaa

Warnings: minor injury, reader panicking, idk what more

A/N this is entirely platonic, first of all the student is around 15-17, second of all I don’t write teacher x student romance. And sorry for it being kinda short.

As you pushed open the heavy classroom door that day, you didn’t expect to get in a situation where you would duel your professor. One of the most powerful wizards in the world might you add.

To have extra lessons in Defense Against The Dark Arts had its perks, but this was not one of them. The start of the lesson had started by practicing jinxes. Now it seemed like he wanted you to try and use them in a duel. So here you were about to have a duel against your teacher.

The two of you went into your position opposite of each other. Dumbledore had previously moved all of the chairs and tables with one flick of his wand, so there was no risk of accidentally destroying any of the furniture.

Dumbledore waited for you to start and when you yelled out “expelliarmus” he quickly put up a protection spell and sent a jinx your way. Having just learned the protection spell you said “protego” and the jinx thrown your way got blocked.

This continued for a while until you caught your professor of guard. Sending the “Diffindo” charm at your teacher was never a good idea, but you had run out of spells and said the first one that came to mind. A grin started to come to your face when you realised that you had just won. That was until you saw the state he was in. He was bleeding from his arm where you had hit him with the spell. Accidentally cutting up a part of the sleeve of his white shirt that was underneath the light grey knitted jerkin.

The panic came with the realization. You had just hurt your teacher. It was a wonder of how you were able to run over to Dumbledore (who had fell down due to the force of the spell). At least in the panicked state you were in.

When you came to a stop before Dumbledore you stretched out your hand towards him and helped him up as you asked “are you okay” followed by a bunch of apologies.

Though not long after helping him up you started to ramble. “I promised my parents not to get into trouble and what do I do, I attacked a teacher in class and he got hurt, and now I’ll be expelled, and I won’t be - oh my Merlin I hurt a teacher, I’m going to die - “ your ramble was cut off by Dumbledore’s calm voice as he called out your name.

“Y/N” Dumbledore’s voice rang out through the room. Though it did nothing to help as you continued to ramble on and on. He needed to repeat himself one more time before you looked straight at him “Y/N” your eyes were as big as they could be as the panicked state you were in continued, but you were at least looking at him now.

“You won’t get expelled Y/N” you clearly heard the wrong thing as you continued to ramble. “My parents are going to …… wait what did you say”

Dumbledore’s amused state only grew as you slowly realized what he actually said. It seemed like you needed the confirmation once more and with that he said again “You won’t get expelled nor will you die”

Dumbeldore took your simple “Huh” as your reply as a reason for him to continue. “It was a simple duel Y/N, sometimes you can get hurt, and the spell you cast didn’t hurt me as much as you think it did, it’s just a minor injury, nothing serious, so you don’t need to worry”

With that he could see your facial expressions change. Of course he was right. You had been dueling each other for the last remaining minutes of the class. It was simply a duel, nothing more, and it seemed like you had caught him off guard with your spell, and in the process you accidentally hurt him. He hadn’t been quick enough to cast one of the protection spells. You hadn’t done anything wrong. He had told you in the beginning that this was supposed to make you better. So that you could defend yourself if ever needed.

Your silence made your favorite professor speak up once more. “It is actually quite impressive that you were able to perform that spell without causing too much damage, and defeat me, not many wizards or witches can”

“Oh” it was silent for a while until you said “Does that mean I’m better than you” at that you heard the laugh of your professor fill the room. The twinkles in his eyes and the amused smile that was present on his face showed you that your favorite professor was indeed okay. The injury he got from your spell was not serious, and he was in no pain at all. But wanting to be sure you still asked him on your way out “For real you okay professor”

“Yes, Y/N” the amusement in his voice and smile was still there when he told you once more that he was okay. With that in mind you closed the door and went on with your day. Glad that you wouldn’t die or worse get expelled.

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A Death at the Shack

Request: An Anon requested: Can I request a sev x wife reader? But it’s okay if u don’t want <33.

Genre: Angst!!!!!!

Synopsis: (Y/n) needs to save her husband’s life during the battle of Hogwarts

Pairing: Severus Snape x Fem reader

Warnings: Voldemort, Death, Threats of Violence, Possible Death of a Canon Character.

Author’s Note: Not all requests will get answered this quickly! I just have the day off and the time to write this. Please send in requests! I work better when I have people to please!

The sounds of battle echoed through the hallways as (Y/n) ran. Harry Potter was back at Hogwarts and the Arithmancy professor was scared, not just for her students, but for the headmaster as well.

After hiding her relationship and then her marriage from the majority of Hogwarts staff and students, (Y/n) was terrified. While she had to hide from people she liked and respected, she was never in any real danger for her life. Severus, however, had to keep his relationship from the friendly people at work and from one of the darkest wizards of all time, Lord Voldemort.

She made her way through the Great Hall, dodging spells from both friend and foe, shoving her shoulder into a death eater before dashing outside of the castle. She saw a dark figure make its way across the grass with a familiar flowing set of robes. Robes she had purchased for Severus’ birthday.

Down the stairs she went, glad for the dark robes that blended her into the shadow of the castle. She jogged lightly, tired from the journey from the castle, but still full of adrenaline. (Y/n) saw three more figures appear from the corner of her eye, the trio of Gryfindors that her husband liked to give trouble to.

Suddenly frightened for the minors she turned the other way and ran to intercept them, catching hold of Hermione’s shoulder as she reached them.

Hermione yelped and all of them drew their wands pointing them at the woman in front of them.

“Professor (Y/L/N)?” Hermione asked.

(Y/n) nodded, but motioned for all of them to be quiet. “Yes, Hermione. Do you three realize where you’re going? You’ll walk right into his trap!”

Harry shook his head, “His name is Voldemort, no need to say it any differently.”

(Y/n) shook her head, “I do Mr. Potter, I do. If only for the sole reason of keeping my family safe I do.”

Ron gave her a sideways glance. “Your family? But why would you need to protect them now when Voldemort is going to be defeated soon?”

(Y/n) gave a half-hearted smile. She stared at the Shrieking Shack for a few seconds before commenting, “My husband plays both sides of the line children. Sometimes, you need to sacrifice your beliefs to keep those you love safe.”

She turned back to the group of teenagers in front of her and looked into Harry’s eyes. They really were just like Lily’s. (Y/n) gave a small smile as she thought back to her Hogwarts years, three years younger than Potter’s gang; they never paid her much mind. That was until she started telling them off for picking on Snape. When she was twelve she remembered distinctly giving James and Sirius a shrill tongue lashing for using leveracorpus on Severus. Fun times yelling at the two of them with Lily that would never occur again.

(Y/n) took a deep breath before picking up her pace toward Hogsmeade. Turning around only slightly to look back at her students. “Well,” she asked, tilting her head to the side a bit, “aren’t you coming?”

Harry hurried to keep stride with the professor as all of them raced down the path. (Y/n) listened for death eaters in the bushes, behind them and in between the trees. Making sure that they wouldn’t get caught before getting to their desired destination.

As soon as they reached the shack, (Y/n) gestured for the group of teens to stay outside as she ventured in. The creaking of the stairs quieted by a quick spell from her wand.

She gathered all of her nerve and made her way to the closed door that led to her partner and his previous master. Frightened about what she might hear from the latter man.

“You have performed extraordinary magic with this wand, My Lord,” Severus was saying, “in the last few hours alone.” As always, (Y/n) lover had to play devil’s advocate, keeping Voldemort at bay and protecting all that stood behind him.

“No,” the dark warlock replied, trailing his gaze away from the spy and out one of the unboarded windows, “no, I am extraordinary, but the wand resists me.”

He quickly rounded on Severus causing (Y/n) to almost jump. She put the pieces together quickly, the evil man meant to kill her husband.

“There is no wand more powerful.” Severus stated, calm as ever in the face of danger. “Olivander himself has said it.”

The potions master caught a glimpse of movement behind Voldemort. He caught a brief shine from the hem of his wife’s signature gold and silver trimmed robes through the crack of the door and the breath hitched in his throat. Quickly, he commented, “Tonight when the boy comes it will not fail you, I am sure of it.”

After a pause, Severus, desperate to keep Voldemort’s attention away from the door behind him, looked the Dark Lord in the eye, “It answers to you, and you only.”

“Does it?” Voldemort asked, looking back into the black velvet of Severus’ eyes.

Another pause, the tension building in and thickening as if it was smoke over a growing fire. “My Lord,” Severus said, his voice wavering a bit as the door swung open, silently, fear crashing over him like a tsunami, after catching his wife’s gaze.

“The wand, does it truly answer to me? You’re a clever man Severus.” Voldemort said as he made his way around Snape, (Y/n) ducked behind the door, back against the wall outside. She spotted the golden trio crouching down the hall and she clutched at her chest in fright.

“Surely you must know. Where does its true loyalty lie?”

“With you.” Severus replied, his voice strong again, but his mind jittery with fright, as his back was to the door behind where his precious one hid. “Of course, my Lord.”

“The elder wand,” the Dark Lord stated, “cannot serve me properly because I am not its true master. The elder wand belongs to the wizard who killed its last owner.” Voldemort turned his back again to (Y/n) and she opened the door again, this time slipping into the room behind Voldemort.

“You killed Dumbledore, Severus.” The evil wizard spoke, and (Y/n) readied her wand. “While you live, the elder wand cannot truly be mine. You’ve been a good and faithful servant, Severus, but, only I can live…”

He was cut off by (Y/n)’s silent stunning spell. Voldemort rounded on the younger witch who dove out of his line of fire, rolling to the ground. “Death is not the only manner of defeat, sir.” She said as soon as she was on her feet again.

Voldemort’s interest was piqued at this comment. “You speak of defeat, girl.” He said giving (Y/n) one of the creepiest smiles she had ever seen.

“All I am trying to say,” (Y/n) stated, “Is that Severus didn’t make the first move, he wasn’t the one who subdued Albus Dumbledore.”

Voldemort chuckled, a high frightening laugh that echoed through the shack. “The Malfoy boy? You cannot possibly be telling me that he is the master of the elder wand! Severus killed Dumbledore, so...”

(Y/n) smiled, “Then how come Dumbledore managed to master the elder wand without killing Grindelwald? Isn’t he still imprisoned in Nurmengard?”

“You have spirit, girl,” Voldemort spat, “I can accept that. Giving up a student to save Severus, if I didn’t know better, I’d…” Voldemort froze. “Ah Severus, you didn’t tell me you snagged yourself a bride. How, disappointing.”

“My Lord,” Severus spoke up, “My Lord please I…”

“Betrayal and disloyalty,” Voldemort scoffed, I’ll teach you to defy me! Avada Kedavra.”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione heard the spell, a body slump to the floor, and then the signature crack of disaperation. Hermione bolted to the door and thrust it open. Severus Snape was sitting on the floor, large tears spilling down his face cradling Professor (Y/l/n)’s head in his lap.

As the tears fell, he looked at the trio, “Take it,” he said gesturing at the tears, “take them.”

Hermione pressed a glass vial into Harry’s hands and he took the memories from Snape’s cheeks. “You really do have your mother’s eyes.” He said, allowing himself a small smile before clutching once again at his love’s body.

Ron tugged on Harry and Hermione’s sleeves, “Let’s go, before Malfoy suffers the same!”

They all turned back to the door and vacated the Shack. Allowing their professor to grieve, once again, over the body of a woman he loved, a woman killed by Lord Voldemort.

#battle of hogwarts #angst #severus snape #severus snape x reader #severus snape x you #reader is female #fem!reader #snape's wife reader #mention of james and lily #harry potter angst #voldy is a bad man #fanfiction #x reader

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ao3feed-romione · 2 years

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Things are Changing (Harry Potter x Reader)

Things Are Changing (Harry Potter x Reader) by Lover471998

Join Y/N Willington as she befriends Harry Potter. Little do they know, they'll face dangers and challenges. Together, their friends, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger help them prepare for all the trouble they'll get into. They, of course, get into a lot of trouble, discover secrets, unfold the past and plan on how to kill The Dark Lord but they fail, and all, and I repeat, all hell breaks loose. Read on to find out what comes next.

Words: 1049, Chapters: 4/70, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Rolf Scamander, Luna Lovegood, Newt Scamander, Tina Goldstein, Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Filius Flitwick, Sybill Trelawney, Rubeus Hagrid, Draco Malfoy

Relationships: Y/N x Harry Potter, Remadora, romione

Additional Tags: #harrypotter, #xReader, #HarryPotterxReader, #ReaderxHarryPotter, #Romione, #Remadora, #Hogwarts, #ravenclaw, #slytherin, #gryffindor, #hufflepuff, #sortinghat

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37871350

#AO3 Feed #Romione FanFic #♡#Side Romione #R:Teen #W:Death #A:Lover471998

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host-club-hq · 3 years

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Call of the Scar pt. 2

➼ pairing: harry potter x reader

➼ genre: sfw, fluffy, fantasy

➼ word-count: 2.9k

➼ summary: Harry Potter and Y/N Weasley embark on their great journey together in their fourth year at Hogwarts. What does this unsuspecting year hold for them this time?

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The campsite is a ruin now, drifting in smoke. A child appears, tear-streaked, wailing for his mother. Harry is still lying upon the ground. His eyelids flutter...

A figure strides through the teeming smoke like a ghost. The man pauses, surveys the devastation before him, and lifts his wand into the sky.

"MORESMORDRE!"

A peal of thunder shakes the earth and an eerie green blooms in the sky. Harry squints painfully, gripping his scar and peers up. A colossal skull of emerald stars erupts in the sky, a serpent coiling from its mouth. A shriek pierces the night and Harry's eyes shift, finding the motherless boy a few yards away, howling in terror at the sky.

Harry looks back, toward the man in the distance, and sees he's coming forward. The shrieking boy turns and darts away. Harry's fingers reach for his wand, eyes squinting through the smoke, trying to see the approaching man's face, but all is still a blur, the smoke like black fog, the man a wavering wraith as he draws closer and closer...

"Harry!"

Harry's heart unclenches at your voice and he audibly sighs in relief. Hermione, Ron, and you- tiny dots- race across the campsite. The man stops, looks, then withdraws into the smoke and vanishes.

"Harry!" you call again.

"Thought we'd lost you, mate. And then..." Ron nods nervously to the sky.

"What is that?" Harry follows his eyes to the monstrous thing in the sky.

"Don't you know...?" Hermione asks, confused.

Just then, a popping fills the air and- one after another- ten ministry wizards apparate into view, wands poised.

"DUCK!" Harry exclaims, and the group does as told.

"STUPEFY!"

As they hit the ground, ten jets of fiery red light electrify the air inches above their heads.

"Stop! Those are my children!" Arthur dashes to the rescue.

"Are you lot alright?" Arthur breathes hurriedly.

"Which one of you conjured it?"

Harry and the others turn and watch Barty Crouch- a stiff man with a toothbrush mustache and steely eyes- emerge through the haze.

"Mr. Crouch, you can't possibly-"

"Do not lie! You have been discovered at the scene of the crime!" Crouch points his wand shakily to all of the teens, alternating between each one.

"Crime?" Harry states incredulously.

Crouch wheels, pointing his wand directly at Harry, eyes glittering lethally when... he notices Harry's scar.

"Barty. They're just kids." Amos interjects. Harry watches Crouch blink. You side-step in front of Harry and draw him close to you. Crouch lowers his wand.

"What crime?" Harry speaks again.

You turns to him and nod at the sky. "That... it's the Dark Mark, Harry. It's... his mark." you whisper carefully.

"Voldemort?" Harry questions. You shush him. "You can't keep saying that..." you remind.

A disturbed murmur ripples through the wizards at Harry's utterance of the name. Ron looks particularly pained.

"Why do you always have to do that?" He sighs.

"Those people tonight- in the masks- they're his too, aren't they? His followers."

"Death Eaters." Arthur confirms solemnly.

Harry considers his, then gazes back down the beach, toward the spot where the mysterious figure appeared.

"There was someone before. A man. There." Harry points. Everyone turns to look.

"A man? Who, Harry?" you eye him carefully.

"Dunno. One minute he was there, then... not. I never saw his face. Could've been anybody..." Harry is beginning to realize that his witness is of no value without any facial recognition.

Harry glances upwards, clinging to the sky like a stain is the Dark Mark.

Hogwart’s Express

Students hang out of compartment doors, talking and laughing while an old woman pushes a candy trolley up to Harry, Ron, yours, and Hermione's compartment.

"Anything off the trolley, dears?" The trolley witch asks, out of breath.

Harry and Ron leap up, while you and Hermione continue to read the Daily Prophet. There's a photograph of the Dark Mark, a headline screams: "TERROR AT THE WORLD CUP."

"I'll have a pack of Droobles. And a licorice wand and..." Ron digs into his pocket and frowns. "On second though, just the Droobles."

"S'alright, I'll get it-"

"Just the Droobles." Ron firmly interjects for Harry.

Ron takes his gum and quickly ducks back into the compartment. Harry frowns, feeling guilty, when a sweet voice sounds.

"One Pumpkin Pastie, please."

Harry turns and finds a very pretty dark-haired girl standing by the cart. Sensing Harry's gaze, she looks up and smiles. Taking her treat, she heads off.

"Something sweet for you, dear?" The trolley witch leans to speak to Harry. He looks down at her.

"Huh? Oh. No. I'm not... hungry." He decides. Harry watches Cho's lithe figure retreat, watching until she slips into a compartment and is gone.

"Head out of the clouds, Potter." you call from inside the compartment as the trolley witch moves to the rest of the train. Harry diverts his attention to you, seeing you haven’t even lifted your head from the Daily Prophet. He rolls his eyes.

"This is bad. Very bad..."

Harry turns and sees Hermione shaking her head darkly behind the Prophet's screaming front page. Harry considers the image of the Dark Mark and accompanying article: "DARK MARK STIRS OLD FEARS (First Sighting in Thirteen Years)," then eyes the photo of the article's author, Rita Skeeter. Hermione snaps the paper shut and stares at him.

"It's hurting again, isn't it? It was hurting that morning too. The day of the World Cup?" your gaze is gentle and concerned, but Harry doesn't reciprocate. Ron, full of gum, stops chewing, eyeing Harry with trepidation.

"I'm fine." Harry snaps. Your hand withdraws from his shoulder without a word. Hermione's eyebrows furrow and her eyes briefly flicker from you to Harry with distain.

"Suit yourself. But at least tell him. You know he'd want you to." Hermione eyes Harry with determination. He sighs.

"DEAR SIRIUS"...

Harry rolls up the parchment, fixes it to Hedwig's leg, and lets her fly free of his hands and through the open window.

Hedwig soars high, leaving the train behind as she knits her way across the sky. On the horizon, a castle appears.

The Hall glows magically, decked out for the start-of-term feast. Albus Dumbledore addresses the House Tables from the top of the Hall while Flitwick, Hagrid, McGonagall, and Snape look on. Filch flowers from the rear doors.

"Mr. Filch, our beloved caretaker, has informed me that the list of objects forbidden within the castle now includes Screaming Yo-Yos, Fanged Frisbees, Ever-Bashing Boomerangs, and Chocolate Marshmallow Bunnies." There is a mischievous beat before he continues. "I'm joking about that last one. The full list comprises some four hundred and thirty-seven items and may be viewed in Mr. Filch's office." Dumbledore smiles.

"Mental. Always has been." Ron grumbles from where he sits at the Gryffindor table.

Harry grins and glances to the Ravenclaw table, seeing Cho grinning appreciatively at Dumbledore as well. You follow his gaze and smirk. "Catching feelings, are we?" you mumble just loudly enough for Harry to hear, who turns.

"What?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

"The Chang girl. Pretty, isn't she?" you glance back at her. Harry suppresses a smile.

"Shut up." He pushes you.

"Not likely." you shrug.

"Now. There is, apparently, a rather nasty rumor flying about the school that Quidditch will not be played this year. That rumor, I'm here to tell you... is absolutely true." Dumbledore announces with suspense. Indignation fills the Hall. Dumbledore smiles in amusement.

"There is an explanation. You see, Hogwarts will this year play host to a legendary event. An event that has not taken place in over one hundred years... the Triwizard Tournament." Excitement hakes the Hall, one voice ringing clear:

"You're joking!" Fred exclaims. You put a hand over her face and peek from under it, watching as your classmates watch your brother make a fool of himself and hiding from under the palm of your hand.

"I am not joking, Mr. Weasley. For those of you know do not know, the Triwizard Tournament was originally conceived some seven centuries ago as a way for the three largest European wizardry schools to engage in a series of magical contests while their respective student bodies experienced the benefits of cross-cultural social intercourse."

A crackling, albeit bewildered, silence hangs in the air.

"In other words: One got to spend the entire year getting to know people who spoke a funny language. Unfortunately due to a distressing high death toll, the Tournament was cancelled..."

Hermione's brows knit together with dark concern.

"Then why the bloody hell are they bringing it back?" you lean over Hermione's shoulder to voice her concerns. Hermione leans back and reciprocates her expression. "You're asking the wrong person, Y/N." she sighs.

"... until now. Tomorrow, delegations from the Beauxbatons Academy of Magical Arts and the Durmstrang School of Wizardry will journey to Hogwarts. This year, our home will be their home. I ask only that you endeavor to make it a happy one."

Students- Harry, Ron, you, and Hermione among them- crowd the parapets, buzzing with anticipation. Far below, Dumbledore has assembled the staff as a kind of welcoming party.

Suddenly a rumble fills the sky and a team of winged Horses cleave the clouds, pulling a gigantic powder-blue carriage. Through one of the windows, a beautiful woman peers down. With an earth-shaking thud, the carriage lands.

Just then, great bubbles roil the glassy surface of the Black Lake and a long black mast pierces the water, rising higher and higher. A black ship rises out of a great rushing whirlpool of water, looking skeletal and ghostly in the half-light. A dark figure strides out onto the deck- tall, thin, ad sleek.

Students scramble into position and turn expectantly to Dumbledore, who stands before the staff. You notice a man near the back and nudge Harry. It's Barty Crouch.

"What's he doing here?" you ask in a low whisper. Harry shrug without a word and diverts his attention.

"Please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic!" Dumbledore bellows.

Music begins- light and fanciful- and a woman in a diaphanous gown strides into the courtyard. She is beautiful. She is elegant. She is ten feet tall.

"Blimey. That's one big woman." Seamus stares shamelessly up at her.

Then, one by one, a procession of stunningly beautiful Beauxbatons girls enter in graceful synchronization. Clad in silky, skin-clinging robes, they make a decided impression on Ron- and every other boy present. You and Hermione are less persuaded.

"It's indecent to stare at women like that, idiot." you shove your elbow into Ron's and he grunts.

"Lay off, would you?" He sneers, earning your tongue sticking out at him in retaliation.

Suddenly, one after another, they pitch themselves forward and cartwheel to the top of the courtyard where, allayed in a circle, they wait for their last two members: Fleur Delacour, a particularly luminous girl, and her 8-year-old sister Gabrielle, who is her double. Vaulting side-by-side to the center of the circle, Fleur pulls out a silk scarf, dangles it from her fingertips, and 'spins' Gabrielle like a top.

The courtyard roars with approval. Hermione rolls her eyes and you take notices.

"Can you believe the lot of them?" you sigh. Hermione nods in agreement.

"You're just jealous you're not as pretty as them." Ron snickers. Your expression remains unfazed.

"You do remember I'm you're twin, Ronald?" you inform with a sheer, angered tone. Both Hermione and Harry burst out laughing, Ron's cheeks growing hot as the smile disappears from his face. You smirk to yourself.

"Madame Maxime. Welcome to Hogwarts, my dear." Dumbledore welcomes with a large smile.

"Ah, Dumble-dorr. You are well, yes?" A thick French accent is heavy laden over Madame Maxime's words.

"Blooming." Dumbledore ignores the fact that his name has just been mispronounced.

Madame Maxime steps away, passing Hagrid. His beard twitches. Suddenly, the thrum of balalaikas fills the courtyard.

"And now... our friends from the north! Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang!"

Igor Karkaroff- tall, sleek and arrogant- strides forth, trailed by a regiment of stoic Durmstrang boys in dark fur cloaks. A pair of sleek black panthers- eyes glittering like gold- pad sullenly at Karkaroff's side. As Karkaroff reaches the top of the courtyard, he glances about imperiously.

"Dear old Hogwarts. It's so..."

"Perfectly imperfect?" Dumbledore suggests. Karkaroff smiles and turns to Snape, who nods curtly.

"Igor." Snape acknowledges.

"Severus. Long time, no see. And Barty. I almost didn't recognize you. You look so... tired. Sleeping well these days?" Igor grins.

Crouch glowers. Karkaroff smiles, then snaps his fingers. A quartet of Durmstrang boys bring torches to their lips and spit dazzling comets of fire into the air. Enthusiastic applause from all.

"Oh my God! It's him!" Ron gasps and straightens.

Harry looks. At the end of the line, brooding behind his shadowed brow, is Victor Krum. Just then, Flitwick- striking his finest conductor's pose- lifts his arms before a ragtag band of students and a discordant tune fills the courtyard. Instantly, the Hogwarts students serenade their visitors with a glorious cacophony, then Hogwarts Anthem"

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts....

Teach us something please

Whether we be old and bald

Or young with scabby knees

Our heads could do with filling

With some interesting stuff

For now they're bare and full of air

Dead flies and bits of fluff."

Karkaroff raises an eyebrow.. Maxime struggles to hold a smile. Dumbledore beams.

"We just might have the worst school anthem ever written." you groan as she cover your face with your hands while the school continues to sing the horrid song.

"I never will understand who wrote it and why." Harry sighs in exasperation.

"Dead flies and bits of fluff? Why in Merlin's name is that necessary?" you scoff. Harry chuckles.

"Maybe if they're talking about you." Harry mutters. You gasp and turn to him.

"How dare you? My grades are better than yours have ever been." you whack Harry on his upper arm and he scowls at you.

"Not better than Hermione's." Harry reminds with a smug expression to which you roll your eyes.

"Hermione is inhuman, no one can have the grades that she has." you inform. Harry considers this a moment and nods.

"You're right." He sighs.

"So we bid you truly welcome

You are a funny lot

But any guests of Hogwarts

Can't be all rot!"

You snicker to yourself at the last few words and Harry nudges you, struggling to suppress a smile himself.

"It's not funny." Harry's lips twitch upwards as he wags a scolding finger at you as you laugh.

"It's a little funny. Can't be all rot?" you snort and induce laughter within Harry, who covers his own mouth in attempts to keep from disturbing the welcome. "Stop it." He pleads and shoves your shoulder with his own.

"Quiet, the both of you. There's nothing to laugh about." Hermione scoffs, which only results in harder laughter from the two of you. Hermione rolls her eyes exaggeratedly. "Honestly."

"Ah, music. A magic beyond all we do here." Dumbledore sighs as the song comes to an end- thankfully for the two students in stitches.

Everyone feasts. Bewitched by Madame Maxime, Hagrid stares down the tall table to where she sits... and absently spears Professor Flitwick's hand with his fork. Karkaroff eyes Crouch darkly, then turns and sees that Snape is watching him. Smiling thinly, Karkaroff tips his goblet.

Harry eyes the Ravenclaw table, where the Beauxbaton girls sit and Fleur converses with Cho. Ron stuffs his face and stares at Krum, who sits with the Slytherins.

"Brilliant, isn't he?" Ron speaks up as he chews slowly, in a trance.

"He's eating." you smack your brother's shoulder and push his face to look at something other than Krum.

"Why d'you suppose they've been put at the Slytherin table?" Harry's eyebrows furrow as he peeks over at Durmstrang every now and then.

"Birds of a feather. Durmstrang puts a lot of emphasis on the Dark Arts." Hermione takes a bite of her meal as she informs the group.

Hearing this, Harry's eyes shift, considering Karkaroff.

"Wishing it was you over there instead of Krum, are you?" Ron suddenly pipes up. Harry turns to see who he's talking to- and it's surprisingly his own sister.

"Ronald, what in Merlin's name are you talking about?" Hermione sets down her fork and leans forward to glance at Ron incredulously.

"What? Everyone knows Malfoy's got a thing for her. As much as I hate to admit it. That guy's the worst." Ron grumbles. You scoff in disbelief. You turn to look at the Slytherin table and then quickly back to your brother.

"Now what would provoke you to say such a thing?" you laugh humorlessly. Harry looks to Ron expectantly.

"Malfoy's a git to all of us." He reminds. Ron sighs.

"Especially to Y/N- don't you see it?" Ron looks around expectantly. Everyone looks at him with vacant expressions and he groans.

"Everyone knows the boys who tease the girls the most fancy them." Ron states like it's obvious and everyone around him is an idiot.

"That's like saying Malfoy's got a thing for Harry. Harry, do you think Malfoy has a thing for you?" you glance over at Harry and stare at him.

"What? No. That's... weird." Harry shivers to even think about that. "I'd prefer you never mention that again." He requests. You ignore him a moment.

"Besides, Ron. I'm related to you. Of course he hates me." you snort as you return to your meal. Ron shrugs without another word.

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ao3feed-snape · 1 year

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"Imagine"- A Plentiful Collection of Draco Malfoy stories to warm your heart

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ZsQTD4o

by 0Draco_Malfoy_the_Slytherin_Prince0

Just your usual collection of Draco x Reader prompts that pop in my mind, these stories are meant for everyone, even if I do sometimes or for most use my original character "Veronica Blackheart". They're all intended to be seen as Reader love stories.

Words: 333, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy's Owl, Severus Snape, Hogwarts Students, Harry Potter, Hogwarts Staff, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus Dumbledore, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Hermione Granger, Slytherin Students, Ron Weasley

Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Original Female Character(s), Draco Malfoy/Reader

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seducedbyseverus · 4 years

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Amor Vincit Omnia

Pairing - Professor Severus Snape x Fem Student Reader

Chapter One Rating - T for Teen

Tags - Angst, some fluff, flashbacks to an abusive childhood, mentions of past abandonment, mention of magic, mute reader, no sexual relationship with Professor Snape yet… since ya know… the reader is still a child…, and I think that’s it.

Beta - @winecatsandpizza

Word Count - 1.5k

Fic Aesthetic - Yours Truly

A/N - Hello, all you lovely people ♥! I have been writing fanfiction for a long time, but I am just now posting my fics that are related to the Harry Potter fandom. I mainly write for Severus Snape, but I wouldn’t be opposed to writing for other characters. Send me an ask if you would like me to write for you. Feedback is gold and my fuel to put out more chapters/new fics.

A/N 2 - **** Each chapter will have its own rating!!!! Heed all the warnings I post!! My work is NOT to be copied, posting anywhere else, or saved without my express written permission! **** The text in italics are flashbacks and the owl’s name is pronounced Air Uh Dell. If you’d like to be tagged in future chapters, please send me an ask or message. :)

Chapter One: A New Beginning

From the moment you turned six years old you’d known you were different. Something inside you stirred, aching to be released.

On the day it broke free you’d been outside playing with your friend Sara in the grass. The new dolls you’d been given for your birthday scattered around the two of you as you laughed and carried on. Before you knew it, your older brother Nathan snatched the one Sara was playing with from her hands.

He mockingly held it above his head just out of her reach making tears well in her eyes. You felt your blood boil as you stood in front of him, your hands on your hips. His mocking figure towered over you by at least a foot but had been determined to get the doll back in one piece to Sara. “Give it back to her, Nate!” You seethed. He cocked an eyebrow and clicked his tongue. “Aw, does cry baby Sara want the dolly back? C’mon then, let’s see you try and get it, Y/N!”

He laughed at your efforts to reach it before tossing it on top of the garage. “Oops!” Nathan shrugged before giving a sarcastic smirk. “Looks like your precious doll is gone forever.” The coil of rage inside you seemed to snap. All your anger focused on Nathan as you lunged at him, but before you could reach him something extraordinary happened. Your gaze alone seemed to propel him into the trunk of the big oak tree growing in your front yard.

His body fell to the ground with a thud and he groaned in pain before picking himself up. His eyes rose to yours in a fearful stare only for a moment before he took off towards the front door to your house.

If you’d only known that from that day forward your life was going to change forever.

Now, here you stood, five years later in Y/H’s common room. It was your first year at Hogwarts, and you couldn’t have been happier. This ancient castle was to be your home now. Outside in the muggle world, you didn’t have a real place to go. Ever since that fateful day when you’d done that to your brother your parents abandoned you without hesitation.

They were both muggles and no one in your immediate family had any trace of being a witch or wizard. You were dropped off at an orphanage with no education on the wizarding world you belonged in.

It wasn’t long before the Headmaster heard about you. Underage wizards weren't allowed to use magic outside of school and things were happening around you that you couldn’t explain. Immediately, he’d made plans for Professor McGonagall to take you in.

Even though you didn’t know Minerva very well, being with her felt right. It felt like you were where you were supposed to be. It felt like home.

Professor McGonagall helped you unpack your belongings in your dormitory to make sure you settled in okay. She’d known what you’d been through and knew the repercussions that came of it. The constant nightmares, the panic attacks, and not to mention the fact that you hadn’t spoken since the day everything went down. Only her and the Headmaster knew, and she didn’t want to push you.

Once you two were finished, she gave you a soft smile taking your hand in hers. “There we go, Y/N. It feels good to be all settled in, hm?” The nervous look on your face didn’t go unnoticed and she sighed before leading you to sit on your bed. “Y/N, I know this is a new place with people you don’t know, but I promise you you’re safe here. Albus, Professor Dumbledore, won’t let anything happen to you or any of his students. Hogwarts is a safe place where you won’t be alone in your abilities. Who knows, maybe you’ll find your voice while you’re here.”

She gently rubbed your shoulder and kissed the top of your head before standing to smooth out her robes. “You have class early tomorrow so don’t stay up too late. Professor Snape doesn’t like it when his students are late.

Goodnight, Y/N and remember should you need anything don’t hesitate to send me a message via your owl.”

You listened as the sound of her heels clicked down the stone stairs. Once she was gone, the only thing you could hear was the muffled voices in the common room. Even though you were a first-year, the other people in your house knew that you were a mute. They didn’t treat you differently, but you were still hesitant to make friends nonetheless. Honestly, you were afraid to get to close to someone for fear of something bad happening like what happened to your brother.

The soft chirp from your owl lifted you from your thoughts. Aradeyl tilted her small head to look at you through the bars of her cage and you suddenly felt sorry for her having to be cooped up all this time. Slowly, you padded across the room and opened her cage. She stepped onto your arm and sidestepped up to your shoulder letting out another shrill chirp. Your fingers softly caressed her feathers as she lovingly nipped at your earlobe. You brought her down to your lap so you could stroke the feathers on the top of her head.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments before your eyes started to get heavy. Once Aradeyl was safely back in her cage, you climbed beneath your covers and tried your best to get a good night’s sleep.

The next morning you were the first one awake. Streams of sunlight seeped through the curtains as you blinked away the sleep in your eyes. Quickly, you changed into your robes and padded downstairs towards the entrance of your common room. The crackling of the fire filled your ears as you slipped on your tennis shoes.

It was still slightly early as you entered the corridor towards Potion’s class, but you were always early. It was in your nature. Being late to anything gave you anxiety, and that led to panic attacks.

The door to Professor Snape’s classroom was unlocked and the lights were on, but he was nowhere in sight. You figured he was either in the Great Hall still or was gathering ingredients for your class. Either way, you took the unlocked door as an invitation and strode inside silently. The back row of desks looked inviting and you took the desk in the far corner. Placing your parchment, ink bottle, and quill on your desk, you chewed on your lip waiting for the other students to file in.

Fifteen minutes later, the class was buzzing with life. Students chattered back and forth with one another and occasionally a paper airplane would fly across the room. You sat silently in your seat knowing full well that Professor Snape wasn’t to be messed with. You’d never met him but from the stories Professor McGonagall told you, he wasn’t one to tolerate students goofing off.

The door slammed open and the most daunting looking man strode in. His long black robes swished behind him like a cape, his shoulder-length black hair bouncing with each footfall. He stopped at his podium and glared at the shocked eyes staring up at him. “Silence! I will not tolerate talking out of turn in my classroom! I would expect you to have your parchment and quills out already, but alas I see none of you are that bright.” His low booming voice had you in awe as you continued to stare at him. Sure, he was intimidating, but something about him intrigued you.

Snape folded his arms across his chest and tapped the toe of his shoe on the concrete floor. “It would seem that the only one here ready to learn is Miss Y/N. Five points to Y/H. The rest of you hurry up and get your quills ready because I am only going to say this once.”

The rest of the day went pretty quickly for you, but one thing was constant in your mind. There was something about Professor Snape that kept him at the forefront of your thoughts. Why was he so angry? Sure, you’d seen anger before, but no one was ever angry all the time. Not like him. Maybe you could ask Minerva about him after supper.

As you walked towards the Great Hall the feeling of being watched grew stronger by the second. It wasn’t until you caught a glance of the vast forest outside the school grounds that you felt the goosebumps prickle your skin. The sun was beginning to set, and the trees seemed to make everything darker. A lone shadow-like figure with big red eyes made you gasp. It’s gaze seemingly bore into your very soul the longer you looked at it.

The sound of your name being called made you jump and you turned to see Professor McGonagall. She gave you a concerned look, but you smiled reassuringly before walking the rest of the way to the Great Hall with her.

The figure you saw at the edge of the forest treeline distracted you from eating. Question upon question flooded your mind as you pushed your food around with your fork. Should you write down what you saw and show someone? Would they think you were insane? Has anyone else seen anything like what you saw?

Were you really safe at Hogwarts?

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Photo album - Gellert Grindelwald x reader

Summary: You find a book full of photos. It isn't full and you're curious why.

Grindelwald had a massive library in his safe house. It made a lot of sense to you to spend everyday in there reading to the sun went down.

You weren't sure you had even read half of the books in that room.

Yesterday you had finished a book, so today you went on the search for something else to read. You were alone in the library, so you had plenty of time to explore for something new.

Your hand delicately brushed the spines of each book. Each one held a new and exciting adventure, somewhere new to explore and fall in love with.

Books were amazing. They could take you to places you may never see with your own eyes and make you fall for the unexpected.

Your hand came to a halt on a slightly bigger book than the others. It stuck out a bit more and took up a wider space. With a careful hand, you pulled it out and lay it flat.

The cover of the book was beautiful. There was an inch of detail in every little spot. You could see animals laced into the curves of the pattern and in the centre, in fascinating cursive letters, was the name Grindelwald.

Your heart began to race.

Just holding the book felt like betrayal to the wizard who had taken you under his wing. Whatever this book was, it was strictly connected to him.

You wanted to put it back on the shelf and pretend you had never seen it, but there was an urge to peek inside and see what it contained.

He wasn't here and he didn't have to know.

You told yourself you would just take a peek. If it was too personal you put it away and forget all about it.

You opened the cover.

The first page had his name on it, written in with ink.

You turned it carefully, afraid to damage the page.

You weren't sure what you had been expecting, but it wasn't this.

Photos.

Each page was littered with photos.

The first one had several people in it and it was the only photo on that page. Judging by the way they stood and looked at the camera, it was safe to assume this was his family.

You didn't know anything about them.

The next page was of a boy. He was wearing school ropes and looked to be about eleven years old.

"Gellert." You muttered. This must have been his first day at school.

Interesting.

You flicked through the pages. Each one holding a different memory of different people.

Then you came across one that made you stop and stare.

It was another photo all on it's own.

Two young teens standing side by side, looking rather handsome and dashing with their serious expression.

Grindelwald was obviously one. The other, you had to guess, was Albus Dumbledore.

There were no notes or names to prove your theory, but you could tell from his eyed alone.

"What are you up to?"

You closed the book quickly and looked up to see the dark wizard himself.

"Nothing!"

You couldn't read his expression as he took careful and calculated steps over to where you had been standing.

"What is that?" He nodded to the book in your hands. You had the feeling he already knew and there was no point in lying.

"I found it. I'm sorry. I won't ever do it again!"

You looked so nervous.

Gellert came up beside you and slowly took the book from your hands. He ran a hand over the cover once he realised what it was you were looking at.

"I see."

"I'm so sorry!"

"You have nothing to apologise for. Had I wanted no one to see it, I would have not left it in here." He had a smile on his face, but you weren't sure if he was trying to comfort you or intimidate you.

"It's... not complete."

"Hmm?"

You took the book back gently, his fingers brushing against your own.

"After this photo there isn't anything else." You quickly turn over from the photo you last saw. All the other pages were empty.

"Yes, well, there's nothing hiding away in there any more."

You gazed at him confused and his lips twitched with amusement.

"Come." He takes the book from your arms and places it on the table, taking your arm in his as he guides you out of the room. You let him lead you to his office.

You had only been in here a handful of times. There was nothing different about it. Nothing worth showing you.

Except the photo frames on the desk.

"Anything worth mentioning now should be on display. My achievements, my goals, my movement." He guided you over to the chair and let you sit in it.

The photo on the left was a small group photo. It had been taken in honour of Credence joining you all.

Everyone in the picture had a copy of it.

Rosier, Abernathy, Queenie, Credence, Grindelwald and yourself.

The other one was not one you had a copy of.

You recall that same day Grindelwald insisted on having a photo with you. He told you it was because he was proud of the work you had done to get them where they were.

He had told you that you were very important to his plan.

"I see." You whispered.

Gellert placed a hand on your shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"These are the only photos I still have left that, in my opinion, are worth displaying.” He gave a little chuckle as he saw the bashful look on your face.

“I didn’t think you were the sentimental type.”

“No? Even I have people I care about.” He muttered into your ear. His hand felt warm on your shoulder.

“I’m one of them?”

“Of course, you are.”

Gellert knelt down and looked up at you with a small smile. His hand had moved to gently caress your cheek. It felt almost non existent.

“You can keep the book. Fill the rest yourself.” He suggested.

“Are you sure? That’s your past you’re giving me.” You gazed at him softly.

“Yes, I know and you can fill in my future. The book is yours.”

You smiled at him and reached for his hand, holding between yours.

“I’ll take good care of it for you.”

“I know you will.”

You looked at the photos once more before getting up. Gellert moved out of the way for you as you walked past him.

His statement about you filling in his future within the book was more true than you thought. Within a few months the pages would end up filling with more photos of the wizard and company.

You would look after that book.

Who knows who would come across it in the future, but whoever does will have a whole history in their hands.

One that Grindelwald was happy to share with you.

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