#colin creevey x reader

[evenstar0600]

DECEPTION | t.riddle

IN WHICH: lucius malfoy never put tom riddle's diary in ginny weasley's cauldron. instead, history puts a twist on the events and the diary is put on a shelf in flourish and blott's, only to be picked up by an unsuspecting, muggleborn witch in hufflepuff; sixteen-year-old (Name) Tyler.

PAIRING: tom riddle x afab!hufflepuff reader

WARNINGS: dark/yandere(?), mind control, manipulation, animal death, murder, hypnotism, tom riddle is a warning on his own, mental breakdowns, insanity, lady macbeth arc(?), character death, etc

Your hands were shaking. They'd been doing that a lot lately. The skin around your fingernails was red raw and bleeding, due you picking them from stress. Your pupils were blown-wide yet had a distant look to them, as if you weren't in the moment itself at all.

Desparately, you tried to scrub the blood stains that wouldn't go away. They wouldn't wash off. You felt like you were going insane. Like you were losing your mind. How the fuck had it come to this? You knew exactly how it'd all come to this.

It was a dreary August day in the summer of 1992. And your parents decided to take you back-to-school shopping in Diagon Alley for your sixth year at Hogwarts. You recalled going into Flourish and Blott's, dodging through the ever-growing line to see the infamous Gilderoy Lockhart, whom you paid no mind.

You'd spied the even-more infamous Harry Potter in the line somewhere. You were more focused on obtaining your school books for this year when you'd caught sight of it in your peripheral vision. The diary. The vintage-looking, leather-bound diary with it's worn exterior and its off-white parchment pages. And the three-word name at the bottom in a gold-colour. Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Something scorched the back of your mind as helpless fingers plucked the diary off the shelf and into your cauldron with a clatter. To others, it was an unnoticed background noise but in your delirium, it sounded like the rolling East Winds of the storm last week. Crashing and forcing itself to be heard. You didn't want to take it but something beyond your control forced you to take it.

For the first couple of days back at Hogwarts, you'd neglected to write in it. Then you did. On the 9th of September, you finally wrote in it. The classic sentence starter of Dear Diary. Then came the reply. Hello (Name) Tyler. You adored Tom and wrote to him as often as you could.

Between classes. During lessons. During meals. After your dorm mates had gone to sleep. Then you began to experience the black-outs. One minute you were walking between classes; the next you found yourself near Hagrid's hut, robes drenched in a strange, crimson substance.

Your mind tried to deny it, the very fact, trying to convince you it was red ink or paint. But in your heart you knew the truth. You were covered in blood. The blood of the school roosters. And the guilt began to slowly eat you up. Consuming your heart. Clouding your mind. Until you began to soothe your madness by writing to your sweet Tom and picking the skin around your fingernails until it bled.

The same sinful red as the roosters' blood. Then the attacks followed swiftly. First, Filch's cat, Mrs Norris was petrified by the Basilik that you set loose on the school. You warned them. Writing the message in blood on the wall. The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the Heir beware.

The victims of the Basiliks' petrification began to pile up. Sir Nicholas. Colin Creevey. Justin Finch-Fletchley. Penelope Clearwater. Hermione Granger. And it was all your fault. You'd condemned them to their fates. And the more paranoid you got. You'd hallucinate the blood on your hands. Scrubbing your hands for hours on end until they were red raw, just to get the fucking stain out.

You had your Tom to comfort you all. To soothe your ever-growing madness and paranoia. He'd appear to you sometimes. The tall, dark and handsome boy with his dark brown locks and insatiable smile. Then you figured it out. It was him. It was all him.

You'd pointed an accusatory finger at him, shaking like a leaf. "You..." you'd muttered in horror before meeting his piercing gaze with blown-wide pupils, "It's you!".

In a fleeted attempt to save yourself and anyone else, you stormed to the Girls' Lavatory on the third floor and threw the diary into the toilet. Thinking yourself safe, you relaxed. But you shouldn't have let your guard down. Tom had basically imprinted himself on you.

You always recalled his beautiful brown eyes piercing your soul, the very image was burnt into your memory. And no matter how many times you tried to forget, he always. came. back. You'd broken into Gryffindor Tower and basically ransacked the one of the Boys' Dormitories until you retrieved it.

Your diary.

You weren't yourself anymore. People around you noticed too. What happened to (Name)? Was something that was whispered among peers. Your bestfriend, Lily Peterson, had noticed too. You brushed her off, pushing her away. Then, tired of waiting, Tom summoned you down to the Chamber of Secrets.

His initial plan was to drain your life force so he could live again. But things changed. As the product of a love potion, he couldn't properly feel true, honest love but rather a warped version of it. Dark love. Obsessive love. Unjust love. His love was cruel. His touch was cruel. And he was cruel.

And you were his. No matter how you tried to stop him, you were always going to be his. "Mine," he'd murmur, holding your weak form against his own, carressing your face, "All mine,".

You'd tried to fight him off. But to no avail. You'd lost. Now, the world was going to feel Voldemort's wrath. And he'd start with the figure of twelve-year-old Harry Potter marching into the Chamber of Secrets.

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Whatever You Say, Love, Whatever You Say - Draco Malfoy X GN Reader

Title: Whatever You Say, Love, Whatever You Say

Draco Malfoy X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Colin Creevey (Mentioned), and other Hogwarts students (Mentioned)

Valentine's Day Special 2023

WC: 1,888

Warnings: The tiniest of suggestiveness, teasing, flirting, established relationship, feels, and fluff

You hummed as you skipped down the hall, your school bag bouncing on your shoulders. You were beyond happy. Why were you so happy? It was Valentine's Day tomorrow. Now, you knew most of the students at Hogwarts didn't celebrate the Muggle holiday, but that wouldn't stop you from wearing your pink heart socks, or spending it with Draco. You had been dating Draco for a while, almost two years, but you never introduced him to Valentine's Day. You were excited to tell him about it, but you knew that he'd question it, maybe tell you how silly it seemed... Like he did with Halloween. Entering the Great Hall, you skipped your way over to the Slytherin table, earning a few glares, but nonetheless, you stopped behind Draco, before placing your hands over his eyes.

"Guess who?" You asked him playfully.

Draco sighed, "I know it's you... You do this every day, love." He replied. His face slowly turned red under your hands, before you pulled your hands away, deciding to wrap them around his neck, kissing his cheek.

"Guess what?" You then asked as Draco hummed, before answering.

"What? You'll ask 'guess how?' next?" He asked sarcastically, earning a huff from you.

"No, baby, I was going to tell you to meet me at the Starry Night Tower, but if you don't want to..." You trailed off as Draco sighed.

"I don't know why you insist on calling the Astronomy Tower that but I'll be there." He poked his food with his fork. "And don't call me 'baby.' I'm not a baby." He mumbled, eyes drifting around the table of his fellow Slytherin peers.

"Whatever you say, love, whatever you say~" You sang teasingly, making Draco roll his eyes at you. "See you soon." You whispered before pressing another kiss to his cheek and running off out the Great Hall.

~~~

Cozied up on your small red picnic blanket, you sighed as a soft breeze flew past you, making you thankful that you were wearing so many layers. You were sketching in your sketchbook while you waited for Draco to arrive, closing it and smiling as you finally finished the sketch that you had been working on for a while. You could hear footsteps coming closer and closer to you, and finally, they came to a stop right next to you. Turning your head slightly, you met Draco's gray eyes, as he looked at you curiously.

"Draco, you came. Sit down."

Draco listened, sitting down beside you, kicking out his legs in front of himself as you had. "What is this important news you have for me?" He asked before he bit his lip, his expression becoming worrisome.

You gave him a stern look, "I'm not breaking up with you, Dray." You saw him relax slightly. "I want to tell you about a Muggle holiday."

Draco sighed dramatically, "Another one? I thought we were done with those."

You shook your head, setting your sketchbook down beside you, before turning to look up at Draco. "No, there are a lot, but this one is special."

"You said that about Halloween..." He argued as you waved your hand in the air dismissively.

"Valentine's Day is just as special." You gave him a grin as he narrowed his eyes.

"Valentine's Day? What could this holiday possibly be about?" He asked and you chuckled, scooting closer to him, taking his hand in yours.

"I am glad you asked, this holiday celebrates love, relationships, and all that mushy gushy stuff you pretend to hate." You teased him. 

Draco rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine," He huffed, pulling you close to him, wrapping an arm around your waist. "I'll listen, but only because you'll bother me about this until I do."

You smirked, gazing out at the sky, "Uh-huh sure... You love me."

"Yeah, now are you going to tell me or not?" Draco muttered and you nodded.

"So basically, there's this mythical creature named Cupid. He's like a baby in a diaper, and he has a bow and arrow. If he shoots two people with his arrows, they'll fall in love with each other.”

“That’s odd.” Draco commented, before you continued.

“Yeah, that's like the myth of the whole thing. But, Valentine's Day is to celebrate love relationships, and the people you hold close and dear. Normally people gift each other things, like plushies or chocolate. Most of the time, someone would ask someone to be their Valentine with a card or something." You ranted quickly, before letting out a sigh. "And I want to celebrate with you tomorrow. Because I love you. If you're up for it." You added, glancing up at your boyfriend.

"I don't know... It seems pretty silly." He murmured, making you frown slightly. “Sounds like a pink Christmas.”

"I knew you were going to say that." You sighed, "We don't have to if you don't want to. I know you're still a bit... New to Muggle stuff, but I just thought it would be nice ya know?"

Draco sat, thinking about it. He was still getting used to Muggle things since he never grew up learning them. But for you, he'd do anything. "How happy would it make you... If I celebrated with you?" Draco spoke up softly, as you turned to look up at him again.

"Very, Dray baby." You answered as Draco bit his lip again.

"If it'll make you happy, I'll do it." He remarked, making your face light up, before you tackled him to the ground, pressing multiple kisses on his face, wherever you could. Draco let out a laugh, wrapping his arms around you, kissing you back, before sitting up, pulling you into his lap, and holding you tightly. 

"Have I ever told you how amazing you are?" You asked, trailing your finger over his shoulder, as he nuzzled his nose against your forehead.

"Mm. Maybe once or twice. Not enough to get tired of hearing it though." He grinned, pressing several more kisses to your skin, before pulling away and staring into your Y/E/C eyes, a soft smile gracing his lips. "So, Valentine's Day."

"Yes, Draco, Valentine's Day." You answered, giggling at his expression.

"Tomorrow?" 

"Tomorrow." You confirmed, your arms wrapping further around his neck.

Draco's eyes gazed over your blushing cheeks, before raking over your features, from your nose, freckles, lips, and ending up back at your eyes "What do I have to do? Do I have to get dressed up for this one too?" He asked and you giggled, shaking your head.

"No, no, but you could wear red. Or pink." Watching as Draco's nose scrunched up. "I assume you'll be wearing pink rather than red then?" You asked teasingly and Draco sighed as he nodded.

"Better than a Gryffindor color." He muttered before you continued.

"Well, all you have to do, honeybunch, is get me a gift. But only if you want. I don't want you to ravish me with gifts or anything. Just you are enough for me."

Draco smirked, eyes half-lidded as he spoke, "Should I wrap myself in a little bow for you then, love?" He teased, making your cheeks flush even more, which made Draco smirk wider.

"Don't you dare!" You exclaimed as Draco chuckled. "I'm serious! If I walk into my room and find you with a bow on, I'll probably explode."

"Whatever you say, love, whatever you say~" He mimicked your words from earlier.

~~~

It was Valentine's Day, and you were absolutely ecstatic to spend it with Draco. He was such a romantic, and you couldn't wait to spend the rest of your holiday doing anything as long as it involved him. You had just finished your last class of the day, heading up to the Room of Requirement, where you had a feeling Draco was waiting for you. Climbing the stairs, and walking around the hall a few times, you came upon the door. Entering, you found Draco, sitting on a large sofa. Shutting the door and rushing over, landing on his lap; earning a small grunt from the young man. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you smiled gleefully down at Draco.

"Hey, baby," You greeted him, "Happy Valentine's Day." You leaned down to give him a quick peck.

He hummed, returning the kiss. "Happy Valentine's Day to you too, Y/N." He pulled back before you grabbed your bag from the floor at Draco's feet.

"I got you a little something." You quickly became sheepish, opening your bag to grab your sketchbook. Opening it, you grabbed the loose paper in the pages. Looking up at Draco, you bit your lip before handing him the paper. Draco took the paper, turning it around. Quickly, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened slightly in awe. 

"You drew this... For me?" He asked, and you nodded.

"Yeah, I did... Do you like it?" You asked nervously, as Draco looked up to give you a smile, setting down the drawing, he grabbed your face and pulled you down into a fierce kiss. The second you kissed him, you melted into his embrace, deepening the kiss. The moment his hands gripped onto you tighter, and your hands clutched his shoulders, you broke away, breathless. Pulling back from him slightly, you both stared at each other, smiles on your faces.

"Thank you, Y/N. I love it." He whispered to you, his breath fanning your face as you smirked lightly, face still flushed.

"I can tell." You wiggled your eyebrows. "I should draw for you more if you'll kiss me like that." You teased as Draco rolled his eyes, going to grab his bag, and opening it to reveal a small present; wrapped perfectly in green and black wrapping paper.

"I, uh, didn't have red or pink paper around, uh, this is for you." He handed you the gift.

"What is it?" You asked, holding the present to your ear and shaking it gently.

"Open it." He lightly ordered, watching you as you began to unwrap the present in your hands. Opening the box, you pulled out a black wooden frame, turning it around, you immediately placed a hand over your mouth. You watched with teary eyes as the picture moved, the picture of you and Draco. You and Draco were at Hogsmeade when you convinced him to let little Colin Creevey take his and your picture. The snow was softly falling around you, as you smiled widely, wrapping your arms around Draco, his arm coming around your shoulders. He gave a small smile after you lightly nudged him, as you rolled your eyes. You didn't know Draco got the picture from Colin... But you were glad he did. You forgot to ask the boy.

"Oh, Draco." You whimpered before throwing yourself at him again, burying your head in his chest while he laughed softly. "Thank you so much... It's perfect." You murmured as you felt his arms tighten around you.

"You really liked it, huh?" He asked, stroking your hair as you nodded slowly, "I thought you would. Had to bribe the kid to get it. Gave him ten pound for it."

"I love you." You mumbled, tightening your grip on him.

Draco sighed, smiling adoringly down at you, running a hand through your hair, "Love you more." He replied, kissing your head again.

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This is what I'd draw XD

What would you draw for Draco?

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[jimblejamblewritings]

riddle means misery | part 7.

Summary: Y/N Riddle. Not much more has to be said. Everyone hates her. She’s evil... she has to be.

Warnings for the Series: 18+, this series is dark. Manipulation, dubcon verging on noncon, abuse of power, violence, ed mentions, death, blood

Pairing: Bill Weasley x black!reader (semi-slowburn)

Word Count: 3.7k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

You stayed outside until your face felt frozen. Gently folding up the blanket, you walked back inside. Your room was the same as last time and your classroom looked as sterile as ever. You didn’t really know what you were supposed to be doing. House arrest came with no instructions. You figured you could work on all your potions research. There wasn’t really anything else you could do. You moved all your work from your room to your classroom to have proper separation. Every now and then people walked past your classroom to get to where they needed to go. 

They couldn’t help but stare at what you were doing. It started with you cleaning everything. Then you ripped all the curtains from the windows. You went to organize your journals on a shelf. And then sloshed several buckets of water into the classroom to clean the windows… the part you could reach. Even with your wand, you weren’t sure if the dementor effects had worn off. 

Wingdarium Leviosa was a spell you could do but you didn’t feel confident in it. Pausing your window cleaning, you moved to scratch a tally into the wood by the window. A knock on the threshold of the classroom door made you turn. Remus scratched the back of his head. 

“You missed lunch.” His words came out measured. “And dinner… The elves made you a plate.”

He set down the food on the nearest table before darting out the door. You took the plate with great care and walked back to your room since it was so late. While you missed lunch and dinner, you made sure to make it to breakfast in the morning. You stood in front of Severus’ spot with your journal, opening it to a specific page. 

“Where are your shoes?” Was the only thing Severus could ask. 

You looked down at your feet for a moment. They took all your stuff in Azkaban which included your shoes. You often forgot to put them on nowadays when getting ready in the morning. 

“We don’t get them in prison… I made improvements to the wolfsbane. Here, it should be more stable.” You carefully started to tear the page out of your journal. 

“You made the wolfsbane?” Remus asked. 

Nodding, you handed the page to Remus instead. You took a piece of toast and walked off. You were sitting at your desk and writing when you heard the door open. Looking up, you quickly gathered yourself when you saw Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, and Colin Creevey all sharing one desk despite the fact that it only sat two students. Ginny opened her schoolbooks. 

“I made them come with me. Flitwick’s class is very crowded anyway.” 

“You want me to teach you?” 

“Are you good at Charms?” 

“I do alright. I’m better at potions.” 

“Is it true you invented wolfsbane?” Luna asked. “Professor Lupin couldn’t stop talking about it.” 

“Are you really a squib?!” Colin Creevey blurted out. 

You nodded. The three of them listened with fascination as you explained the limits of your magic. You looked over at the clock on the wall. 

“You three should go back to Professor Flitwick. I can’t teach you charms practically.” 

Ginny shrugged. “We’ll go back tomorrow… Can you teach us how to make wolfsbane?”

With wide eyes, you nodded like a bobble-head and jumped up from where you were seated on top of your desk to get out a cauldron. Ginny, Luna, and Colin were your only students for the day but you felt something from them just showing up. You weren’t actually sure what the feeling was but it wasn’t sadness, fear, or anger so it must have been good. 

That feeling stayed with you through winter break when everyone left but you. They were all watching the trials at home but you weren’t. You didn’t see the need to. The strange not-bad feeling didn’t last forever. Voldemort was found guilty like you knew he would be. But that meant it was your turn. Mad-Eye Moody showed up to collect you for your trial. 

The Burrow was packed to capacity. The Weasleys imagined it was probably the same for every household. It wasn’t just because they were hosting everyone for Christmas. Christmas was almost forgotten because of the Riddle trial. Sure, the Voldemort trials had been interesting. The members of the Order had all been called in to testify on more than one occasion. But nothing was comparing to the buzz about Y/N’s case. So all of the Lupins’ friends and family were crowded in the living room, eyes focused on the television. 

You didn’t see anyone else as you walked back into the somewhat familiar courtroom. Amelia looked at where you were seated. She sighed heavily at noticing your eyes flit to every Auror in the room with lots of nervousness. It didn’t take much for her to be swayed to your favor. 

“Ms. Riddle, we are going to get started, okay? The entire Ministry has decided to assess the verdict based on long-term evidence. We will be starting from your arrival at Hogwarts. Your younger memories have already been witnessed through You-Know-Who’s trial. Do you understand?”

“I do.”

“Would you like to provide your own memories from pre-Hogwarts?”

You shook your head. 

“Then we’ll get started in a few minutes. Please prepare the pensieve. Yes, Ms. Riddle?”

“Is this being broadcasted?”

“Yes.”

“I-I— There are things kids shouldn’t see.” 

“N-Noted. A charm will be put on the pensieve to protect underage wizards from viewing certain memories no matter what they are watching on.”

You nodded and sat back in the chair. Amelia swallowed a lump in her throat. What could possibly be shown that would warrant prohibiting underage wizards from viewing parts of the trial? The pensieve was rolled out to be set up right next to you. A long trial meant that memories weren’t extracted one by one— the process would take too long. You were instructed to put your hand into the pensieve and simply close your eyes. It was cold and didn’t quite feel like liquid. Everyone waited for the beginning of your memories to be found: 

Eleven year old you was walking through Diagon Alley with Malfoy Senior and Lucius. Lucius was bored, having done everything before. You were excited, unaware of the troubles you were soon going to have. Aside from the Dark Arts lessons, you had a very happy childhood. Tom Riddle as a caring parent wasn’t something people expected but it was true. You were his only child and heir to the evil throne. He did everything with you if it was possible. Diagon Alley wasn’t one of those possibilities. He gave you a hug, some pocket money, and sent you on your way with the Malfoys. 

You stepped into Ollivanders. The old man sneered before quickly composing himself to greet you. You tried seven wands before finding the proper one. The day was a success. The last stop was the Magical Menagerie. Malfoy Senior browsed with Lucius for two owls— one for you and one because their family owl had just passed. You were preoccupied with the cats and a niffler. You held out your last galleon and the little thing snatched it out of your hands. It made you giggle. The niffler finally allowed you to scratch its head and pick it up. 

“Miss Riddle, let’s go,” Malfoy Senior said. “Here’s your owl.” 

You held up the niffler. “Can’t we get him instead of an owl?”

Lucius laughed. “How are you going to send letters? You can’t have two pets at Hogwarts.” 

“I’ll just use yours.”

“And when I graduate?”

“Then I won’t send any letters.” 

Malfoy Senior shook his head. “Your father requested this… And Nifflers aren’t on the pre-approved list of pets.” 

You sighed and set the creature back down. Taking the owl cage from Malfoy Senior, you waved goodbye to the niffler and left the pet shop. You didn’t stop thinking about the niffler until you got to school.

The entire student body was silent when McGonagall called your name. You had sat with Lucius and his friends on the train ride to the castle so no one knew you were there. You stepped up to the stool with a large hat on it. The Sorting Hat was already making comments about knowing exactly where to put you but fell silent the moment it was on your head. Your legs swung back and forth as you waited. Everyone’s jaw dropped when the Hat yelled out the word Gryffindor instead of Slytherin. You walked to your new table, noticing how everyone moved away from you. 

You expected the howler when you arrived at the owlery the next morning. But it wasn’t yelling. Your father’s cheery voice came through the letter. 

“Congratulations! I am so proud of you. Of course, not being Slytherin is a shock. The heir of Slytherin not in Slytherin, the joke writes itself. But Gryffindor is a proud house. An idiot house but a proud house. Brave and courageous. Values you’ll need to rule. I will write to you later, I have a surprise in the castle for you. Send your letters by your owl only.” 

You were a happy and healthy child the first month of Hogwarts. You didn’t have any friends on your own but Lucius had introduced the Death Eater posse to you and his own friends. The group of you were sitting in the stands of the quidditch pitch for the game. Your face scrunched up when they finally started sharing their views on muggleborns and muggles. Not wanting to be with them anymore, you stood up to leave saying you weren’t feeling well. You were about halfway out of the stands when a rogue bludger hit you in the back. Without any padding on, you hit the ground hard. The only thing you could hear before passing out was lots of laughter. 

That accident was the start of the bullying. You didn’t seem so scary after passing out from the bludger. At first it was just words under people’s breath and lots of laughter. Then, a fifth year Hufflepuff student’s older brother was killed by your father. You were running down all the stairs in the castle with the fifth year student right on your heels. 

“I’m gonna kill you, Riddle!” His shouts garnered attention from other students in their classes. 

You were dodging spells, not managing to miss the last spell which caused you to go flying down the stairs. You scrambled to get back to your feet before the staircase moved and you died by falling several feet. Lucius’ class was one of the classrooms that heard the noise and came out. He watched you jump to the next set of stairs before the staircase fully stopped and kept running. Lucius pulled out his wand. 

“Dueling a first year who doesn’t know any spells. That’s beneath you, isn’t it, Cromwell?” 

You didn’t see the duel. You ran all the way to the bathroom on the second floor. 

Because they were witnessing your memories, everyone from the Ministry to the people watching at home could understand the parseltongue you were speaking. They watched the bathroom sinks open and you darted inside, finally able to take a breath. You turned to look at where you were. 

“Woah,” you whispered as you kept walking. 

Your father’s letter could only explain so much. The Chamber of Secrets was massive. You briefly froze up when you heard the slithering of a very large snake. You didn’t know how big a basilisk was but the sound indicated it was massive. You were right. A snake larger than you could have imagined looked you in the eyes. You could have walked right into its mouth and there would still be space. The snake stopped about two feet in front of you. Bound by the bloodline of the wizard that hatched the basilisk egg, all relatives could look their family’s basilisk in the eye without meeting death. 

“You’re my new master? It hasn’t been a girl for three generations. I liked the last woman, she always brought fish.” 

“I’ll bring you fish.”

The snake nodded. “I think I will like you, Little Slytherin.” 

You left with a promise to come back eventually. You sat on the grass in one of the courtyards, looking at your textbook. 

“Wingardium Leviosa.” You watched the crow feather float up. 

With a smile, you made a check mark near the spell name on your scroll. Putting the crow feather back in your bag, you moved onto the next one. 

“Lumos… Lumos!” The wand lit up. 

“Perfect. Nox… Nox, Nox!” Nothing. “Nox.” 

The light was still on your wand. You shook your wand as hard as possible until the light went out from the force alone. Picking up your quill, you made an ‘X’ by Nox. You were trying to figure out which spells you could and couldn’t do as a squib. At least you could do Lumos. That was arguably more important than Nox.

You were about to go to the next spell when you were knocked into the tree you were sitting against. Vines wrapped around your body. You watched a group of students walk towards you. Jinxes and hexes were thrown left and right. You had stopped screaming for help by the time they walked away. You just sat there feeling defeated. 

James Potter walked into the courtyard and you sprung to life again asking for help. James came closer, laughing at the vines still wrapped around you. He crouched down and rifled through your school bag. James looked around to see his wand by his foot. 

“You can’t get out?” 

“No, please help me.” 

A chuckle came from the boy in front of you. “That’s tough. I like this bag, you can keep all your stuff.” 

James dumped all your stuff out of your bag and walked off. A glimmer of hope ran through you when he came back. He kicked your wand towards you and left again. You could hear him say how pathetic you were as he walked away for good this time.

The Ministry wasn’t sure why they had any hope that the memories would get better as the years went on. Guilt ran through them. You were just a kid. Whatever they had said or thought was very different when they saw a tiny eleven year old you. But the memories never improved. They got worse and worse as you got older. You hid in the Dark Forest a lot. Life had to be bad if a child found the Dark Forest more comforting. The Ministry did have interest in your brief happy moments of potions research. Everyone gasped at watching you sit up straight after almost being smothered by a pillow. 

McGonagall cast her eyes down before going into the Burrow’s kitchen to get a drink. She didn’t believe you when you had shown up at her door that night. She remembered that she was so disgusted by your presence that she honestly didn’t pay attention to what you said. You could’ve said you pushed someone out a tower and she still would’ve sent you back to your room because she was determined to not listen. 

Amelia Bones got the unfortunate answer to what memories would possibly need an enchantment on them to prevent underage wizards from seeing them when you walked into Three Broomsticks. The Marauders felt their chests get heavy as they watched the four of them take you from behind. James sniffled, blowing his nose into a tissue. 

“That was her first time. We made that her first time.” 

The children of the Burrow couldn’t see what was happening on the tv screen but some of them— mainly the ones around Fred and George’s age— could understand what was happening based on James’ words. It became more apparent when the tv screen was made visible to them again and you were in pajamas in the bathroom, crying about what just happened. That was how the rest of the trial looked for the kids— the tv constantly becoming blurry and then visible and back to blurred. 

Remus squirmed in his seat at watching himself shove your head to the floor as he fucked you all because he was angry you had any inkling about him being a werewolf. He had just watched the memory before where you were nice enough to apply the wiggenweld paste on his cuts because he was too tired to do it himself. He looked like the monster he tried so hard not to be viewed as. 

They watched you and Avery in a classroom where you weren’t having sex but where he was jinxing you to no end. They started to assume they got everything wrong when they watched the memory of James tying you up in Peter’s bed instead of the Room of Requirement like was previously established. Of course they couldn’t see it in your memories but Sirius remembered sending Avery into the room to get his notes that day. It couldn’t have been a coincidence that the next day you were in a broom closet with him. 

Remus put his hand on his husband’s knee to stop Sirius from bouncing his leg so hard. He was struggling more than everyone else to watch what was happening. Sirius couldn’t believe his own actions. He had no excuse, not after what he had been through with his own family. He should’ve known better than anyone else. 

“We threw her out as a punishment for being assaulted.”

Everyone was uncomfortable at seeing the room you made in the Chamber of Secrets. Was your stuff still down there? You didn’t take any of it with you when you left for America. They watched you switch houses a lot. 

They looked on in horror at seeing the inside of Azkaban for the first time. Even with his brief career as an Auror, James had never been put on duty at Azkaban. It was uncomfortably dark. There was no bed, no chair, no blanket. Nothing. You scrambled up against the bars, clutching them with all your might as you screamed for someone to let you out.  

You broke off a bit of the charcoal tray that your food came on and hid it in the corner of your room. A shaky hand made a tally mark. It had been a year. You ran out of charcoal to mark your tallys yesterday and had to wait until morning when they brought breakfast. 

You only got a shitty breakfast for the entire day, and that was how you knew. Like you had been doing after every breakfast since arriving at the prison, you screamed that you were innocent and for someone to let you out. Heavy boots entered your field of vision. You shuffled back a bit at seeing the red uniform of the Aurors. 

“Will you shut up?” An Auror said as she pulled out her wand. “All that fucking screaming does my head in.” 

You immediately got quiet, staring at the wand. The screaming turned into babbles as they mocked you. They asked you what you wanted just for the fun of mocking you some more because obviously you weren’t going to be let out like you begged. You started coughing from all the screaming and yelling. 

“Can I have water?” you wheezed out. 

“Hmm, it’s not bedtime yet. Why would we bend the rules for you?” 

“Please.” 

“I suppose we could give you some… If you do a little something for me in return.” 

He grabbed your hair through the bars as he unzipped his pants. They came back with water. The Auror poured out half the cup onto the floor before handing you the rest of it. She grabbed your face through the bars when you finished the cup. 

“You can get a lot around here if you know how to ask. Understand that?” 

A new and rather vicious cycle started. The Aurors only ever gave you a fraction of what you asked for. But you got more than one shower a week, extra mush for breakfast and sometimes a dinner, and some water.     

Christmas came around and some Aurors personally delivered your tray. Your eyes went wide when Christmas breakfast of mush came with a roll of brown bread. Water was accompanied with another cup that held butterbeer. Like a feral animal, you scrambled to grab the bread and butterbeer in case it had been a mistake and they didn’t mean to serve it. 

Everyone at home watched in horror as you drank the butterbeer so fast that they thought you would choke while the Aurors were laughing. You cried as you ripped off chunks of the bread and ate it, chewing the same piece until it was void of all flavor and you were forced to swallow it. The Aurors opened your cell. 

“Alright, Riddle, you know the deal. Take off the robe.” 

Most Order members couldn’t look anymore. Every Christmas in Azkaban was like that. An extra bit of bread and butterbeer. Your Azkaban memories were all the same yet different, just like how your days in prison blended. Seven years of memories of you tallying walls, crying, screaming you were innocent, walking around the cell and talking to imaginary people followed by more crying when a sudden consciousness that they weren’t actually there seemed to hit you. 

Seven years of memories of you being fed on by dementors, getting used by Aurors, and scratching at the Dark Mark on your arm until it bled. But the scariest had been the final years. In one of the memories, they watched you tell the imaginary Order and the imaginary Marauders that you knew what they thought of you. You knew they hated you.

“I’ll show you,” you whispered to no one. “I’ll show you I’m not bad. I’m not…”  

After that, you only spoke to ask for things. You only cried when you begged the dementors to not feed on you that day. You simply marked tallies after each delivery of breakfast and then sat in the corner of your room until your limbs were stiff and you would pace once to stretch them out before sitting back in the corner. A shell of a person was what you had become.

(part 8)

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OoTP, Chapter 6 - Brooms at Christmas

Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: none?

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Word Count: ~4,100

Note: a soft, friendly chapter for the Christmas season

The last day of term before Christmas holiday trudged on miserably, refusing to end. A few lucky, older students who had no classes on Fridays had been permitted to leave early, filtering out in waves. There was no such luck for fourth year Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors, as the last class they had to suffer through was possibly the worst imaginable.

You got to Defense Against the Dark Arts early, having skipped breakfast to write your mum. The excitement from the previous DA meeting had worn off, but you still took the opportunity to chat with other students before Umbridge got a chance to dampen the holiday spirit. Colin Creevey had arrived early as well, but his mouth was set into a hard line, suggesting something had already gotten to him.

"Happy Christmas, Colin," you said. "Any plans for the holiday?" He didn't answer, clearly lost in thought. Behind you, Donna, Yvette and Herbert trailed in. "Colin?"

Herbert clapped him on the back on his way to his seat across the aisle from you. "Hey, Creevey. You walk through a ghost on the way here?"

"Huh?"

"Everything ok?"

"You didn't hear?"

Yvette frowned. "Hear what?"

Colin looked around at the otherwise empty room. "All the Weasleys and Harry Potter left yesterday. Ginny's dad's at St. Mungo's."

"What?"

He nodded. "They didn't say much, but it sounds bad. They said he was attacked by something."

"Some thing?"

He nodded again. More people filed into the classroom to take their seats. Colin refused to say any more, which was lucky because Umbridge herself was even earlier than usual, lips pursed like she had an acid pop stuck under her tongue. The horrendous pink bow on top of her head jiggled as she strutted up the aisle to her desk. She didn't make eye contact with anyone, but rather sat down, pulled a compact mirror from her handbag, and began primping her hair.

The bell rang and she stood, face still sour, and said, "Good afternoon, wands away."

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," the class chanted back, devoid of enthusiasm. Not that anyone had held out any hope since the second week of term.

The corners of her mouth pulled up tightly, apparently satisfied, and she sat back down to keep a watchful eye. "Today we'll be reading chapter seventeen. There will be no need to talk."

Your eyes skimmed the pages absent mindedly, wondering what could have happened to Mr. Weasley. And what Harry Potter had to do with it. Eventually, your thoughts drifted to how you were going to spend break - all your friends were going home for the holiday, so the only person you knew would be staying was Draco Malfoy. You were skeptical as to whether he’d even talk to you, but you were resolved to try. At worst, you might convince Professor Sprout to let you check in on her aquaponics setup while she was gone, or maybe Hagrid would let you hang out with those tiny dragons again.

Mercifully, the bell rang and before Professor Umbridge could say anything, the whole class swept their books into their bags and pockets in unison and fled.

Donna and Yvette were already all packed, so you sat in the almost empty common room by the fire, listening and laughing at the thumping and random curses coming from the boy’s dorm. Ten minutes later, Herbert emerged with a barely closed trunk, the toe of an argyle sock hanging out the bottom. You followed them to the front of the castle where they waited on the great stone steps with a band of other students for the last round of carriages to take them down the path to the Hogwarts Express.

“Are you sure you wanna stay?” Donna asked, “I’m sure my mum would be fine with you coming home with me.”

You shook your head. “No, it’s alright, I’m looking forward to having so much of the castle to myself. I’m going to see Professor Sprout once you’re all off.”

“You’d better go now, I think her last class ended a while ago,” Yvette said.

The three of them pulled you and each other in for a hug, mumbling holiday wishes into the nearest shoulder. They promised to write and made you swear you would actually get around to it, then you trotted into the castle and up the stairs to Professor Sprout’s office.

“Professor Sprout? Oh!” Warm air wafted out to meet you as the door to her office swung open to reveal your head of house struggling to close a gigantic trunk filled with all her potted plants, giving breathless instructions to Draco Malfoy. They both stopped and looked at you. “Sorry,” you said sheepishly.

“No, no,” Professor Sprout said, turning her back on the trunk, but leaning on it to keep it closed. “I was just telling Mr. Malfoy about an extra credit assignment for over the holiday. I don’t suppose you’re staying for Christmas as well?”

Draco’s expression was unreadable as he waited for your response. “Yeah, I am. I came by to see if you would let me look in on your aquaponics while you were gone. I can look after those too?”

She sighed in relief, the trunk popping open behind her. “Oh, thank heavens. Off you go, back to your places. Now where, aha.” With a wave of her wand, the pots and hanging baskets bobbed out of her trunk and scattered themselves over the room in their typical order; the enchanted watering can came out last, immediately resuming duty. She sat down at her desk, her hair more awry than usual, and gestured at the chair next to Draco. You sat hesitantly. “The puffapods are set to go to seed in about a week, and I think, given how much he’s improved, Mr. Malfoy has proven himself capable to tend to them on his own.” He smiled thinly at the praise. “This is a solo project, though I’m sure Miss Y/L/N would be happy to advise should you get stuck.” She patted the pockets of her robes, muttering quietly, then pulled out the key to her office which she handed to you. “Happy Christmas, don’t kill my koi.” She winked, then shooed you both out the door so she could finish packing.

Without saying a word or even looking at you again, Draco sped back down the stairs and out of sight. You huffed at his retreating frame, but you weren’t quite sure whether you were annoyed with him or yourself for caring. After all, it wasn’t like you really liked him in the first place. Right? What was there to like? To your estimation, he was arrogant, prideful, selfish, and full of derision for just about everything.

You huffed again and stomped off to the common room to mourn your poor choices. A few members of your house were settling in around the fire; Wanda was showing a first year how to knit, and both waved as you passed. Wilbur was basking in enchanted sunlight on your bed, so you flopped onto it next to him and buried your face in his fur.

Sometime just before dinner, you woke up. Wilbur had moved to the foot of the bed, and began purring when he noticed you were awake. You absentmindedly scratched his chin while feeling around under the bed for his treats. The smell of oven-roasted turkey and potatoes lured you out of bed.

Wilbur followed you into the great hall, tail held aloft, hoping to maybe also get some turkey. Draco Malfoy was nowhere to be seen, but Luna Lovegood was sitting alone at the Ravenclaw table, eating dessert first over a pile of books.

“Mind if I join you?” you asked her, holding up your own book - Dragons in the Wild - and grinning widely.

She looked up dreamily from the page and smiled back. “I don’t mind at all, please.” You sat and shooed Wilbur away from the turkey drumstick he had been reaching towards greedily; he sat down on the bench next to you and proceeded to twitch his tail around.

You waited to see if she’d continue reading. When she did not, you asked, “You aren’t going home for Christmas?”

She shook her head. “My father has been busy interviewing a number of goblins in secret for the Quibbler.” She closed her book and you managed to read Lion, Goat, and Dragon - Beast or Experiment Gone Wrong before she set it aside with the others.

“You’re studying chimeras?” you asked, shoveling roast potatoes and Yorkshire pudding onto your plate.

Luna smiled happily. “Yes. I hope to meet one someday, and I’d like to be prepared. What’ve you got?”

Chewing, you held up your book silently, so that she could see the title. She smiled wider.

After a rousing conversation, as rousing as a conversation with Luna could be, on rare and interesting magical creatures, proven and suspected, the topic strayed into Care of Magical Creatures. Luna was not yet convinced Hagrid was the best choice to teach the subject.

“I admit, he certainly has a practical approach,” she said, finally getting to the pile of Brussels sprouts on her plate. A pair of ghosts floated past you, singing carols in their ethereal tone. She continued, “But I preferred Grubbly-Plank’s curriculum structure. Professor Hagrid seems to hop from one topic to the next.”

You frowned. That was true. “Sure, I suppose, I guess it’s more about your learning style than anything else.”

Her eyes twinkled. “My point exactly.” She yawned dreamily and began to gather her books. “Well, Y/N, I’d better be off. I’ve been up reading all night. Do let me know if you’d like to have supper again, I do enjoy our conversations. Happy Christmas!”

“Happy Christmas, Luna.”

Wilbur had curled up next to you and fallen asleep with one eye open; you waved a bit of turkey over his nose and he woke right up to snatch it from your hand. You scooped him up into your arms and he began purring.

“C’mon, you. It’s time to pretend to read by the fire and then go to bed.”

Christmas morning came, and you got up before dawn to trudge through the frigid wind to the owlery to send your mum’s gift. You’d also picked up some odds and ends at Zonkos for Julien, which you sent with a separate owl in the hopes your mum wouldn’t notice.

When you arrived at breakfast, Luna was not there, but Draco Malfoy was. He was still refusing to look at you. The decorated trees lining the Great Hall twinkled in the firelight, and the candles floating above you had been adorned with small ringed garlands. You joined Wanda and the first year at the Hufflepuff table, and piled your plate with eggs, sausages, and beans.

The rustle of wings was heard not long after, and far fewer owls than usual glided in to drop Christmas cards and crackers on the students around you. Your mother’s owl, Bertha, passed over you and dropped a package in your lap. You grinned - inside were several wrapped cauldron cakes, pumpkin pasties, and a couple liquorice whips, as well as a new pair of rain boots.

Then, you made the mistake of glancing across the room to the Slytherin table. Draco, the only Slytherin at the table, was glancing up at the whirlwind of owls hopefully, then, when they all left as quickly as they’d come, his shoulders slumped ever so slightly. You rolled your eyes and sighed, then excused yourself and carried the box over. He did not look at you, and you did not look at him, as you sat the box of treats, sans boots, on the table between you and sat down.

You waited a moment, then pushed the box towards him. He waited another moment, then pointed his pointed nose inside.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, unwrapping a cauldron cake. “These are my favorite.”

You grinned and unwrapped one for yourself. “Mine too.”

The corner of his mouth twitched before he sank his teeth into the chocolate. His eyes fluttered. “Wow,” he said, turning over the wrapping, “are these Honeydukes’?”

“No, this is my step-father’s recipe. Good, right?” He nodded in silent satisfaction. “Got anything interesting going on today?”

He gave you a sidelong glance, then dropped the facade. “No, not at all. Why?”

You shrugged. “I was thinking of flying a little. While the snow’s still fresh and pretty. If you’d like to join me.”

He frowned. “I suppose that could be enjoyable.”

“Good.” You took two more cauldron cakes, a pumpkin pastie and a liquorice whip out of the box and pushed them into his hands. “Meet me on the pitch in an hour. And you may want to wear something warmer than this.”

He smirked at you, but nodded and took the baked goods with another quiet, “Thanks,” and left for the Slytherin dormitory.

The fireplaces you passed on the way back to the Hufflepuff common room did nothing to quell the tingling in your fingertips. That had gone much better than expected. You took your own advice and layered a winter coat over two Christmas jumpers, along with a ridiculous wool hat with a bauble and fingerless gloves.

Draco was already on the pitch when you arrived with your Cleansweep 7, wearing a very fashionable tweed coat with large brass buttons. He laughed when he saw your hat.

“What died on your head?”

“The same thing that’ll keep me alive when you freeze to death,” you shot back. “What kind of broom is that anyway?”

“A Nimbus 2001, still the broom with the most class. I think you forgot we were meant to be flying with these broomsticks, not sweeping.”

You grinned and mounted your broom. “Enough talk, now we race. First one around the pitch three times wins!” You took off into the sky, wind biting at your face.

“What?” he said, and leapt onto his broom. He barely caught up to you; his broom sat level to yours in the wind. “That wasn’t fair!” he shouted.

“You’d know all about that wouldn’t you?”

He grumbled and pressed himself deeper into his broom, so he began to pull forward. You swore and did the same, practically giving the broom a very loving embrace, but it worked. You circled the pitch, weaving around the tall seats and taking turns trying to distract each other. At the very end, you won by a hair, only because you’d pointed and shouted, “what is he doing?” when there was no one there. You dismounted your broom, laughing. “Good game. How are you not freezing?”

Draco landed next to you, scowling. “Dragon hide lining, of course. And this was too easy. I demand a rematch.”

“What do you mean?”

“Race me across the lake.”

“We’re not supposed to fly anywhere else on school grounds.”

He pointed to his prefect badge. “Come on, who’s going to catch us?”

You looked around nervously, but he was right. The only sign of life from the castle was the smoke rising from its numerous chimneys, which was always there. Smiling, you prepared to take off without warning again, but he was ready for you this time, and launched himself into the air before you had a chance to react.

Draco flew whooping and hollering across the grounds, staying low to the snow-covered earth, and you followed in a similar fashion. The air stung your eyes and the wind nearly whipped the hat from your head, but then the snow gave way to choppy black water, which turned more and more glassy the further you flew across the lake.

The spray from the water froze to your eyelashes and clothes, and the scene before you made your breath catch. The shore across the lake was perfect, untouched snow before rows and rows of ice encrusted pine trees that sat still even in the wind.

Draco had flown upwards and was doing loops in the sky. You shouted, “Stop showing off! I could still win, you know!”

“Doubtful!” he shouted back before shooting towards the shore.

He beat you, again by a hair, and fell off his broom into the snow, laughing. “Now, that was fun.”

You flopped into the snow next to him, the cold striking a line across the back of your neck. “Only because you won that time. If we were on the same model broom I’d’ve had that one too.”

Draco snorted and sat up. “Big talk for someone who didn’t even make their Quidditch team.”

“I’d have made it just fine if you and your goons hadn’t intruded on our tryouts,” you snapped, remembering in anger his words months ago. You sat up when he didn’t reply. “It doesn’t matter anyway, I don’t think I even wanted to be on the team. You were being kind of an arse then, though.”

He said nothing, but didn’t disagree.

Across the lake, the castle stood still in a kind of quiet that can only be achieved when everything in sight is covered in a foot of sound absorbing snow. No rustle of wind or bird song, only the gentle lap of waves across the stony shore disturbed the peace. The flurries around you became bigger and thicker, until great globs of snow were falling heavily down as far as you could see. They landed on the snow from the day before with perhaps your favorite sound - a soft and continuous, breathy tinkling. You flopped back down onto your back to look up at the grey sky, letting the snow pile itself on your still form.

You wondered how the giant squid was spending its Christmas, and smiled. “Have you seen the giant squid? That lives in the lake?”

“Yes. All the time,” Draco said, confused.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, our common room is right under the lake. There are a few portholes it swims by everyday.”

You sat up again. “What? That’s so cool. We talked about it in Care of Magical Creatures. I had kind of assumed it was a myth.”

He pursed his lips and shook some snow out of his silvery hair. “We should get back across the lake before this snow gets worse.”

“You’re not going to try and convince me to take a stroll through the Forbidden Forest, while we’re at it? There’s no other school rule you’d like to break today?”

“No, not the Forbidden Forest.” He stood up, brushing more snow off his clothes. “You’ll see, come on.”

“Wait.” You sat up. “You do want to break another rule?”

“Yeah. Come on.”

You stood nervously, gripping your broomstick. “Draco…”

“Y/N. It’ll be fun, and we won’t get caught. You’ll like it, I swear.”

Nonplussed, you mounted your broom and followed him wide-eyed back across the lake, wondering what in the world had sparked such sincerity. Inside the castle, Draco led you down staircase after staircase, checking vigilantly around corners. The deeper into the dungeons you went, the more the chill seeped from the stone into your bones. You passed the Potions classroom, and it suddenly dawned on you.

“Draco,” you groaned, stopping in your tracks. He stopped and turned to look at you quizzically. “We’ll get into so much trouble.”

He once again tapped on the prefect badge glistening on his chest.

“You don’t think that’s an abuse of power?”

He rolled his eyes, “An abuse to who? I guarantee the common room is empty, and I’m offering you the chance to see something no one but a Slytherin has ever seen.” He let you consider for a moment. “Isn’t that the least bit tempting?”

“Of course it is.” You crossed your arms. “But if we get caught this was your idea.”

He smirked and led you down another couple hallways, before stopping before an imposing stone door. The frame was made up of dozens of stone carved snakes writhing around each other to form a twisted rope; a snakes head with emeralds for eyes held a great knocker in its fangs. Draco squared his shoulders and said proudly, “Pureblood.”

A note of unease rang through your gut, and the great stone door swung open, ominously quiet. The common room itself was similar in layout to your own, though everything, from the fireplace to the throw pillows, was austere. Cold green light filtered in through the porthole windows along the far wall. As you stepped in, the fireplace ignited into black flame that provided no light.

“See?” Draco said, “Empty.”

You gestured back towards the door. “A bit on the nose, don’t you think?”

He shrugged, “That’s what it’s always been.”

“Hmm,” you conceded. The light from the portholes drew you closer and closer, until you had your nose almost pressed against one to peer out into the murky lake. You could only see about a hundred feet out into the Black Lake until it truly lived up to its name. Scattered kelp stipes swayed gently in the current. You took a sharp breath in, eyes wide.

Draco shifted behind you, checking an ornate pocket watch. “Should be any minute now. C’mon old blighty.” He stepped up to the porthole next to yours and peered out as well.

“Hagrid calls him Squish.”

Draco scoffed and began, “Like I care what that oaf-”

But he was cut off as one by one, the portholes grew dim. Something gargantuan was blocking them. You danced nervously from foot to foot in your spot. At first, it just looked like a black curtain falling over the window; there was no texture to make out, only a sweeping black material spreading from left to right. Then, you took a startled step back as the squid’s giant eye filled the width of the porthole. It winked at you, or maybe blinked? And then as quickly as it came, it moved on. You laughed abruptly and ran to the next porthole to see its eye come and go, then the next, and the next, until finally you watched its epically long tentacles drift past you, and off into deeper reaches of the lake.

Still laughing you turned to Draco. “That was, I mean, he’s bigger than I thought! So cool!” You fell onto a sofa.

Draco, smirking, raised an eyebrow. “So I was right then.”

“Yeah, I guess.” You sighed and leaned back against the tough leather.

He shook his head. “I’ll need you to say it.”

You rolled your eyes. “You were right.”

“How hard was that?”

“Very.”

“Mr. Malfoy. Miss Y/L/N. What a surprise.” The both of you froze. Oh no. You turned slowly. Professor Dumbledore stood just across the room, hands folded lightly in front of him. He didn’t look particularly angry, which surprised you. “I wonder if you’re aware, Y/N, that you are in the wrong common room?”

You stood shakily and tried to sputter out a response, cheeks burning, but Draco interrupted, “We were just watching the squid. Professor. It… was my idea.”

“I see. I’m afraid I’ll still have to dock points from each of you. Ten I think should do, and I trust this won’t happen again?”

“Yes, Professor,” you said.

“No, Professor,” Draco said.

Professor Dumbledore smiled warmly. “I’ll take that to mean the same thing. Come along, Miss Y/L/N, I’ll escort you back to your dormitory. And I’ll expect you both to stay until supper. Yes? Good.”

You followed the headmaster out of the Slytherin common room, but not before turning back to Draco to wave and mouth a quick and silent “Thanks!” He had a hand on his hip and another in his hair, which he removed to wave back weakly. Then the door shut. Professor Dumbledore didn’t speak for a few minutes, seemingly content to accompany you through the maze-like dungeons of the castle.

Finally, he said, “Please understand, I am always pleased when a student makes a friend with another outside their house. However, rules are rules.” He gave you a warm, sidelong smile. He winked.

“Y-yes, Professor. I understand.” You did not. If Professor Snape had been the one to catch you, ten points would’ve been a drop in the bucket of what you’d have lost your house, you were sure of it. Bringing this up seemed unwise.

You both stopped outside the giant round door to the Hufflepuff common room. The headmaster turned towards you and said cheerily, “Happy Christmas, Miss Y/L/N,” before tapping out the rhythm for you. The door eased open, welcoming you back.

“Happy Christmas, Professor.”

Two second years played Wizard’s Chess sprawled out by the fire; they hardly noticed your entrance.

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You’re His Rosaline

Colin Creevey x Reader

Some First Year walks up to you and tells you that you need to go to Dumbledore's office and that it is very urgent. You have no idea why the Headmaster would want you.

You nervously walk into his office. You see Colin sitting in a chair in front of a table with two goblets and a jug full of some liquid. There's a chair empty across from him and also in front of the table.

"Ah, please sit Y/N."

You sit in the empty chair and face Colin. He raises an eyebrow at you and you shrug in return.

"Y/N, Colin, it has been stated in Prophesy that one of you must die. The Prophesy doesn't specify, it just has to be one of you. You can discuss which one and that person has to drink the liquid from the jug in a goblet."

"WHAT?!"

You and Colin just stare at each other.

"I'll do it," he says quietly.

"No. You live. I'll do it."

"No. I'll do it."

"No, you won't. Think about Dennis. No one will miss me."

You pour all of the liquid into a goblet.

"Cheers."

"No! Y/N!"

You tip it back and the world goes black.

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You wake up and your head is killing you. Wait. Why are you still alive?!

"Why am I still alive?"

"Y/N!"

That voice is familiar. You look up to see blond hair and blue eyes. Colin.

"Y/N, why'd you drink it?"

You shrug in return.

"Dumbledore told me that he lied. Prophesy states that one of us will sacrifice themselves for the other, so he set that up so neither one of us would die later on."

"Crazy old coot," you mutter.

"Why?"

"You have Dennis."

"That's not the reason. Just tell me! Why wouldn't you let me die?"

You sigh.

"Because I love you."

"Huh?"

"I've fallen in love with you. I couldn't let you die knowing I could've stopped it."

Your voice broke at the end. You don't like thinking about him dying.

"Nitwit, I love you too. Why do you think I argued with you? It broke my heart when you said no one would miss you. I would. I bloody would. But you threw back that goblet before I could protest. If Dumbledore wouldn't have explained, I was going to drink the rest of it to follow you."

You two lapse into silence before you giggle. He raises an eyebrow at you.

"God, that sounded like Romeo and Juliet."

"Except I'm not 17, you're not 13, we've known each other longer than three days, and no one else has died because of our stupidity."

"Well, aren't you a hopeless romantic?"

You both laugh before he abruptly stops and looks at you seriously.

"Y/N, can I kiss you now?"

Butterflies erupt in your stomach at the thought of kissing him.

" 'Now'? You sound like you've wanted to do it for a while."

You raise an eyebrow.

"I have."

The butterflies have a riot.

"In that case, I guess I can allow it."

He smiles at your cheeky remark before he leans down and connects your lips. The cliché fireworks appear in your vision, and you start to feel dizzy.

"I guess you can mark that off your bucket list."

As both of your laughs echo off of the Hospital Wing's walls, you realize you definitely can live like this.

#colin creevey #colin creevey x reader

[everything-here-is-incorrect]

Ron: I’m not an emotional person

Colin, gasping: you’re so cool!

Y/N:

Y/N: just so you know, kid, he once sent an owl to my house at 3 AM just to make sure we’re still best friends...

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[harrypotterandthefandomaccount]

One Way Or Another

Request: Hi there, I was wondering if I could get a Professor Snape x reader please? Where the reader is a fellow professor who just started at Hogwarts & they're married but no one knows about it, not even Dumbledore. And as time goes on, staff gets suspicious as wherever reader is, Snape isn't far behind. Students gets suspicious as with reader around, Snape seems much more pleasant to be around & doesn't snap as much. Until one day, something happened revealing their relationship. Your choice. TQ x

Warnings: age gap(?), you’re 21 and Snape is 38 (book/movie canon age)

Note: colin creevey is alive in this!!! that b didn’t deserve to die so im bringing him back. also, sorry I’ve been MIA lately, I literally feel as if I’m losing sense of time during quarantine, lol. I hope you guys enjoy this! WEAR YOUR MASKS! 

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It wasn’t very often that the students of Hogwarts saw Severus Snape smile; the times they did, it was probably when Slytherin won House Points or Gryfindor got in trouble for something. Either way, the chances of seeing him smile were incredibly rare.

Until you started teaching there.

Professor Flitwick had lived his prime, teaching Charms for a multitude of years and deciding to give his position to a student who graduated about 3 years ago. He remembered you, knowing you were top of his class and actually wanted to pursue a career in Charms later in life. So when he felt like his time was overspent at Hogwarts, an owl was sent your way immediately.

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Severus was surprised at first when the letter for you arrived at his doorstep - you usually never get mail. However, when he saw who it was from, he was even more confused. Professor Flitwick?

Well yes, he knew you were top of Flitwick’s class - and his, too, if he wants to brag - but did you still keep in touch with him?

Somehow summoning you, you came in through the front door, carrying a couple bags worth from a few stores within Hogsmeade. You knew Diagon Alley would be crowded with new - and current students - looking for school supplies, so you decided to go to the small town instead.

Seeing your husband standing at the kitchen table looking at something quite confusingly, you set your bags down and headed over to him; “everything alright, my love?”

Taking a glance at what he was holding in his hands, you hummed, “ah, Professor Flitwick. He and I have been talking about me taking his place this year at Hogwarts.”

Severus glanced over at you as you took the envelope from his hands, “really? Darling, how come this is the first time I’m hearing this?”

You shrugged, “well I haven’t said yes yet, so I didn’t want you to get hopeful. . .or upset that I was even considering it.” Digging your nail into the crevis of the envelope, you slid it across, opening the letter.

Your husband tilted his head, “why would I be upset? I’d love to see you at work every day.”

Giggling, you set the letter down and wrapped your arms around your husband’s waist, “and have you give up your big, bad persona? People would know you’re a giant teddy bear, Severus!”

He frowned, but a playful grin played on his lips, “looks like nobody can know that we’re married then.” His hands played at your hair as you laughed.

“Does this mean I’ll have to temporarily go back to L/N?” you asked, sticking your bottom lip out.

Severus pulled you off his waist, “even Dumbledore doesn’t know that we are married, love. Looks like you’re Miss/Mister L/N on the streets, and -”

“Severus Snape, you finish that sentence and I will embarrass you in front of the whole school.”

You got back to Flitwick right away - and of course, the answer was yes.

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The first few months were a bit rocky, of course, as you couldn’t go and kiss your husband like it was any regular thing. Students knew Severus Snape as a brooding, angry, mean old man and it was a bit sad to see (and hear) the way they would talk and react to your husband.

You talked to him about it once before, suggesting that he just show them who he really is, that he isn’t what they say. But he always shook his head and said it never bothered him in the first place - so why change?

When you first started to get recognized by students, it was odd. You thought you’d be forgotten, or you were such an insignificant person in their lives that it truly wouldn’t matter if you were their new teacher or not. However, that wasn’t the case.

Students, especially 5th years, now 8th years, certainly remembered you for your Charms skill and increasing wins in duels around campus. It made you laugh - you forgot how careless you were. You’d have to ask Severus if that’s what attracted him to you in the first place.

Then, when students would start making comments about how much time you spent with Professor Snape did you realize how quickly your face flushes.

“He just needs a friend, is all,” you’d respond, making students raise an eyebrow.

Colin Creevey, an absolutely adorable little blonde-haired boy, always nodded along with you if your husband was ever brought up in conversation, “nobody deserves to sit alone at meals or have no friends.”

When that happened many times, you remember pulling Colin aside and having a conversation with him and saying how right he was - nobody deserved to have nobody.

Maybe it was a mistake telling poor wee Colin - the kid was known for taking pictures and writing articles about everybody and everything. However, he didn’t know any better. For sure, he thought everyone knew you and Severus were married - why would it be kept a secret?

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You and Severus were in the library when you first began to hear the ruckus, the rumors, the whispers. Madam Pince had warned students several times about their volume, but the gossip they were hearing and spreading was just too good.

Once the whispers started to form into real words for you to hear, you were not expecting to hear the rumor - well, truth - that you and Professor Snape were married. 

Severus’ head picked up at the words while you looked anywhere but him, “oh, we’re married now, huh?”

You turned to your husband, “finding trustworthy kids nowadays is difficult.”

He snickered, “who’d you tell this awful little secret to, little dove?”

You played with a pencil in your hands, “Colin Creevey.”

Severus laughed, making a few students look over and do a double-take - why it was Professor Snape and Professor L/N - the two they were talking about. And Professor L/N just made Snape laugh? Was it true?

You smacked Severus’ arm, “would you shut it? I thought he was adorable - he always stuck up for you whenever others were trash-talking you.”

Your husband pulled you close to him, head resting on his clavicle, “I’m sorry, my love, but Creevey of all people? The little worm carries a camera with him everywhere.”

“And I have one right now, if you don’t mind!”

Severus and you jumped, not seeing Colin come up beside you both. Sitting up straight, you looked at Colin, “Colin, sweetheart, why would you go around telling everyone that Professor Snape and I are married?”

Colin looked confused, “well, I thought by the way you talked about him all the time, you’d want people to know. I think secrets only deserve to be kept quiet if they’re truly horrible things, but this shouldn’t be a secret.”

You looked at your husband who was already looking at you with adoration in his eyes, “do you care?”

Severus wrapped his arm around you, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “all these buffoons already know, anyway. What does it matter?”

Colin brought his camera up to his face, “Professor Snape! Can you do that again, sir? This is the perfect picture.”

You giggled, feeling your husband’s hand sneak around your side and pull you even closer, his lips returning back to your cheek in a matter of seconds. Looking at the camera, a bright smile was on your face as the light flashed, hearing many “aww’s” resonate throughout the library.

Finally, you could go by Mrs/Mr. Snape - and not be afraid to tell anyone about it. I guess one way or another, people were going to find out - you’re just glad it happened like this.

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[hogships]

-ˋˏ GOLDEN TRIO SHIP FOR @harrypotterscenarios ˎˊ-

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Hello! Welcome to the Harry Potter fandom, I’m new here as well 😊 I was wondering if I could possibly have a ship? I am a hufflepuff, and I’m bisexual, though I do prefer men. I have long strawberry blonde hair, big blue/green eyes, I am shorter, and I am heavier in size. I look the best in the color red, and my signature look is a bold red lipstick and winged eyeliner. I am a very sensitive person and am wildly insecure. If someone says something off to me, I will read into it for hours and convince myself they meant something different. Despite this, though, I am beyond compassionate and selfless. I will run myself ragged even if it means I am mangled and exhausted for others. I am dependable and loyal to a tremendous degree. I love to travel and live my best life, and work hard to get to do so. I also love to write. Thank you! Oops, I am an ISFJ as well as a cancer. I also would like it to be in the golden trio era. Thank you so much!

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We ship you with . . . .

Ron Weasley !

Colin Creevey !

Ginny Weasley !

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[pa1nkill3r]

It’s My Party [F.W]

[Pairing:] Fred Weasley x GN!Non Gryffindor!Reader, (slight) Fred Weasley x Angelina Johnson

[Summary:] Y/H has won the 1993 interhouse quidditch cup as Y/N, the house’s keeper, gleefully shoved it in their boyfriend, Fred Weasley’s face. Prideful as ever, Fred decided that he can’t be the only sore loser between the two of them.

[Warnings:] angst, Fred being immature, off canon, mentions of smut, not a happy ending, swearing, (please lmk if there’s more :)

[Word Count:] ≈1.4k

[Song:] It’s My Party- by Lesley Gore

[A/N:] please no Angelina slander. Y/H = your house. The first fic I will be posting will be ANGST?? idk what to think about this tbh but i just really want to post a fic out of the many in my drafts so let’s hope this goes alright :D

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Gryffindor’s are chivalrous. Evident in the way Fred Weasley has mastered the art of seduction as he made gallant efforts of persuading the inhospitable Y/N to be his. 

Gryffindor’s are courageous, as he and his brother gave their all into their final game that would lead Gryffindor to victory. Hitting bludger after bludger and making sure they do not give Alicia Spinnet another nose bleed. 

And Gryffindor’s are determined, so much so as their loss has made them into sore, sore losers. 

The Gryffindor’s are pissed and Oliver Wood took to punching the soil. Harry Potter let go of his firebolt and covered his face in frustration. Angelina Johnson took the same approach, aggressively wiping sweat off her face and crouching down to her knees. Not a single damn in the world if her trousers get grubby. Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell held onto their broomsticks as they placed their foreheads on its end, frustrated tears trickling down their faces. 

The sound of wood plopped down onto the dirt as Fred and George Weasley threw their beater's bats and clean sweeps aside. A deathly look splattered across their once haughty exterior.

All of their vigorous training, late nights and early mornings, all of their valiant efforts, all for nothing. They have lost.

What’s worse was that the opposing team was dripping with ecstasy rather than tears or whatever’s on Johnson’s slacks. 3 houses were beaming, but not for the house of red and gold like they wanted. 

It pained Fred that they lost. It hurt him to feel angry and resentful of the prideful smile that graced Y/N’s beautiful lips. Those sweet sweet lips he kissed once, twice, a hundred times now looked so pungent. The fact that the smile he's looking at was full of mock instead of sincerity for his loss made every drop of his blood boil.

Y/N's eyebrows raised once they saw their lover, giving him a cheerful smile and a shoulder shrug. Their hand gripped onto their broom as the other held their soaking leather helmet. They shook their head in celebration, droplets of sweat shooting from the ends of their hair.

They truly looked beautiful, especially with the warm rays of sunlight gracing their skin and robes; Fred was breathless. His heart was thumping so hard from rage as his breathing was suppressed.

He didn't think losing to his partner's house ESPECIALLY if his partner is part of the competition would affect him so negatively, but it did. He wanted to feel happy for them. Genuinely happy for them. But he couldn't, or at least at that moment.

And before he knew it, Y/N was being dragged away by their teammates, whilst roars of celebration followed suit. He wouldn't have a chance to be with them alone now, and probably for the better.

The tension in the Gryffindor common room could be cut smoothly with a butter knife or Colin Creevey's safety scissors. The silence was uncomfortable and Fred's lips were all pouty, leg bouncing up and down, and arms wrapped around his torso.

His mind was clouded with rage as well as a longing to see them, to enrage them like what they did to him, he wanted them to feel how he felt the moment they gave him a cheeky smirk knowing, KNOWING how much Gryffindor wanted to win. To be the one to give their head of house the cup they utterly deserve.

He stood, grabbing a girl's wrist, "Angelina. Come with me, will you?"

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"Kind of weird not seeing you grinding on Weasley right now, Y/N." Y/N's teammate joked, making Y/N choke on their butterbeer. "Like— he looked pissed. Every one of them did. But like— I dunno, I expected more from angry Fred, y'know? Maybe like angry fucks or something?—" Their teammate continued, making Y/N chortle even harder. If there was such a thing as getting drunk on butterbeer, this would be it.

"—maybe even a heated make out session?"

"Fucking hell, why in the world are you talking about my love life? MINE?" Y/N asked light heartedly, getting a shoulder shrug and a mocking glance of their teammate's eye.

"All seriousness though, Y/N. It's weird not seeing him here. He'd still appreciate you, you know? You did amazing!"

Y/N thought about it, but knowing Fred's quick temper, he's most likely cooling down before he meets them at their house party. "He's probably just pissed off. Or maybe they’re trying to stop Wood from drowning himself again, I don't know. There's endless amounts of possibilities when it comes to Gryffindors." Their teammate nodded in agreement and went back to the usual chatting.

Every minute that passed by without Fred showing his freckled face felt like a stab in the chest. They've never ghosted him when Gryffindor won against them, why's he doing this to them now?

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"Fred?! Or is this George? OY WEASLEY? WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU TAKING ME?" yelled Angelina, being dragged out by an angry red head with a face redder than his hair.

"Just trust me, Johnson." he said breathless, speed walking his way through the halls, Angelina in toe. Dragging her towards the Y/H common room.

He reluctantly took off a wire wrapped ring Y/N made for him and placed it on the pads of his fingers. "Wear this."

"Why?!" asked Angelina angrily. "What are you on about Fred? Didn't Y/N make this?!" Not answering or even giving her words a single thought, he put the ring on the nearest finger he could reach, held her hand, and made his way into the entrance.

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The party was going beautifully, just like every single one that preceded it. It was going as smoothly as a butterbeer running down a drinker’s throat. But something is wrong with the butterbeer. It hit hard. It was bitter. It was burning.

Y/N’s shoulder was tapped by the person next to them, their finger pointing towards the entrance of the common room.

Who in their right mind would put firewhisky in a place no one asked it to be in?

“This party’s beautiful! How come you don’t make Gryffindor party’s this nice?” Angelina said, fingers relaxed in the hand of Y/N’s boyfriend. The man they’ve been with since third year. Now holding onto a pretty girl’s hand instead of theirs. 

And to add insult to injury, a bronze glint shone on her finger, as well as a purple bead. Angelina’s wearing his ring loosely on her thin, nimbly finger.

Y/N froze in their seat, simply staring at the two of them. They looked like they belonged together really. They really did. They looked like royalty, and every time Angelina pointed at something it looked like she was giving a wave. 

It broke them. It finally broke them. The cold Y/N, the stony Y/N, the frigid fucking Y/N broke as a tear ran down their cheek. Shit. He broke them.

“Hey Y/N!” The beautiful Gryffindor chaser waved cheerfully and innocently as she spotted the beater’s partner. But they didn’t respond cheerfully back. Instead, a half empty mug of butterbeer was left at the place they once sat and a fuming Y/N walked away. 

Angelina stood confused until she felt a weight in one of her hands. “What the hell, Fred?” She let go of his hand as soon as it hit her. “Are you using me to make Y/N jealous?! What the fuck is that for?!”

He didn’t answer. It was as if at that instant his once clouded mind became sober. Once drunk with rage now sober with guilt. Yeah, what the fuck was that for? 

“I’m going to find them because apparently you don’t have the fucking decency to do so.” She spat to his face, taking off the ring he put on her finger, throwing it to his face, and following the sounds of sorrow. 

And there the red head stood, face as pale as a ghost and as guilty as a criminal awaiting his charges, knowing, KNOWING that no one would bail him out now. Several heads were looking at him at that moment, but he couldn’t give a single fucking damn.

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[steve-harringtons-lover]

Masterlist!

Harry Potter (Golden Trio Era):

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Cho Chang

Lavender Brown

Ginny Weasley

Tonks

Draco Malfoy

Pansy Parkinson

Cedric Diggory

Fleur Delacor

Seamus Finnigan

Dean Thomas

Older Colin Creevey

Padma Patil

Parvati Patil

Harry Potter (Marauders Era):

Remus Lupin

James Potter

Sirius Black

Peter Pettigrew

Regulus Black

Lily Potter

Scream(1996):

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Poly!Ghostface

Sidney Prescott

Tatum Riley

Randy Meeks

The Outsiders:

Johnny Cade

Ponyboy

Dally

Soda

Darry

Two-Bit

Steve

Diary of a Wimpy Kid:

Rodrick Heffley

Dead Poets Society:

Neil Perry

Charlie Dalton

Todd Anderson

Steven Meeks

Chris

Pittsie

Knox

Cameron

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

John B. Rutledge

Kiara Carrera

Pope Hayward

Sarah Cameron

Rafe Cameron

Stranger Things:

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Steve Harrington

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Max Mayfield

Eleven (Jane)

Robin Buckley

Jonathan Byers

Nancy Wheeler

The Mighty Ducks:

Charlie Conway

Adam Banks

Jesse Hall

Greg Goldberg

Connie Moreau

Guy Germaine

Julie Gaffney

Fulton Reed

Dean Portman

Luis Mendoza

Dwayne Robertson

Ken Wu

Russ Tyler

Lester Averman

Community:

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Britta Perry

Annie Edison

Jeff Winger

That '90s Show:

Leia Forman

Jay Nelson

Nate

Gwen Rnuck

Ozzie

Niki

That 70s Show:

Eric Forman

Donna Pinciotti

Jackie Burkhart

Steven Hyde

Fez

Michael Kelso

Dazed and Confused:

Randall 'Pink' Floyd

Don Dawson

Slater

Kevin Pick ford

Michelle

Mitch Kramer

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I will write Character x OC and Character x Reader

I will NOT write going to 'paris' with the Weasley twins or SMUT

Requests can be made on my page

Please be kind<33

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[comfortwriting]

Coming Clean - F.W

Masterlist, Requesting Rules, Writing Prompt Masterlist

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Prompt 93: “I’m in love with you, I can’t hide it anymore and I don’t want to.”

Prompt 98: Shaking out of fear, he took hold of your hand, comforting you.

About: After being injured due to an explosion during the wizarding war, you are a patient in St. Mungos for months trying to recover. One day, your best friend Fred comes to visit you after realising life is too short for secrets.

Warnings: Mention of death, blood, bombings/explosions, wounds, scars, disfigurement, swearing, blindness, weight loss, death of family member, fluff towards the end.

One moment you were duelling with a death eater, shielding your best friend Fred from harm's way, and then the blast rang out, shooting you backwards, slamming you down, and the wall in front to collapse on top of you.

Alive? Dead? Inbetween? You didn't know.

You couldn't remember what happened after the blast, all you did know was that you were far away from Hogwarts, with no news or clue on the status of your family, friends, and Fred.

You felt numb, alone, scared, and in a different world - you heard small talk of the war, you heard of the casualties and injuries but you didn't know who - you felt enraged that you ended up here and not at Hogwarts, laying on the cold hard floor surrounded by those you needed now more than anything.

"Miss Y/L/N, please stop touching your face." Your nurse sighed, pouring a dark slimy potion into a cup.

Shrapnel grazed, pierced, and embedded into your left cheek, leaving a large gaping wound, another blinded you - your legs broken beyond repair and re-growth because of the collapsing wall which meant the skelegrow was no longer strong or fast enough to work on cases like yours, and your whole body covered in purple, green, blue, and yellow circular marks that made you feel like a Polka-dot fabric.

"How long have I been here?" you grumbled and winced weakly not wanting to move your mouth too fast or wide, slowly picking up the cup.

Your nurse opened the curtains with her wand, swishing it across the room, rearranging your Quibbler magazines, Daily Prophet Newspapers and 'Get Well Soon' cards which you couldn't yet read - you were too scared to find out who did and didn't make it.

"We've talked about this Y/N-"

"Just tell me!" you shrieked, cracking open the wound on your face, jolting, causing shockwaves to pulse through your body.

Your nurse swallowed hard and sat down on the bed next to you, gently cleaning the trickling blood and scabs from your cheek with a damp cloth.

"Three months," she sighed.

Your heart dropped. Three months. Three months without hearing your parents voices, Fred's voice, your little sisters-

"How long will I be here for-"

Before she could answer, a knock at the door interrupted you.

Your eye followed your nurse as she stood up, opening it narrowly and slipping out, before slipping back in.

"You've got a visitor," she smiled for the first time since you got here.

Moving out of the way, Fred walked in, stopping in his tracks at the sight of you.

Fred looked different, his eyes were lifeless and were sheltered by deep dark circles, his face was more gaunt, his hands covered in scars - possibly from deep grazes and cuts from the same explosion.

Fred didn't know what to say, the sight of you broke his heart - you were injured beyond repair - you were so badly injured and left disfigured because of him not being brave enough to step in front and take charge.

The nurse left the room, closing the door behind her, your hospital room so quiet you could hear each other's hearts pumping.

"Freddie-"

Fred walked over and sat on your right-hand side, wanting nothing more than to pull you into a tight embrace, to smell your hair, to feel your skin against his - but being too scared to cause you more pain than he already has.

"I'm so sorry," he croaked, holding your hand "Look what I've done to you."

You shook your head "It's not your fault, Freddie." you said softly "The death eaters, they-"

Fred started to cry and shake, completely coming undone "I was too scared, I allowed you to step in front, you took the blow for me-"

"Fred, please, slow down," your eye started to well up with tears, your face hurting, the lump forming and settling in your throat.

"George is dead because of me."

Your heart stopped.

George? George Weasley is dead?

"Fred! I need you to cover for me!" You yelled out, sending out more sparks to the death eater.

Fred couldn't focus, he didn't know where to look or what to do.

"Fred!" You yelled again, "George needs either you or me, please!"

The death eater closed in, holding out his wand and aiming towards George - before you could think of the next step, you pushed Fred behind you and sprinted towards George to try to protect him.

The blast, the force, the heat, the smoke, the wet blood, the darkness.

"You tried to save him, and all I did was stand there... and the wall..." Fred cried "George just... he... we thought you were dead too,"

"It isn't your fault," you cried "Please listen to me."

"Professor Lupin and his wife Tonks, they're gone, Ron's ex-girlfriend Lavender Brown, Colin Creevey, Professor Snape...  and your-" Fred paused shaking out of fear, he took hold of your hand, comforting you "your little sister."

You couldn't breathe - how could you after finding out so late? Taking one blow after the other. Losing your best friend, your mentor, the young boy you were fond of, the professor who despite being hard on others helped you, and worst of all, your innocent little sister who you pleaded not to go to war.

"I'm so sorry," Fred cried, his eyes bloodshot.

You nodded, tears streaming down your face "I'm sorry too."

The two of you cried whilst Fred told you everything, who else died and how, what his family and yours were going through, the funerals, everything but one.

Fred read the Quibbler magazines to you, stroking your hair and helping you drink down the potion, you could see out of the corner of your eye he was debating his thoughts.

"What is it?" you asked, chewing the inside of your lip nervously, preparing yourself for another blow.

Fred stayed quiet for a moment, pursing his lips before he finally looks you in the eye.

"After losing so much, it's made me realise that time is too short." he said sadly, still in deep thought before finally revealing “I’m in love with you, I can’t hide it anymore and I don’t want to.”

"Fred," you smiled softly "I've been thinking exactly the same thing."

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yes, i’m a squib | part 35.

Summary: Y/N Black has always been a squib, to the dismay of her pureblood family. Cast out to the orphanage at a young age, she thought that was her life. Until her relative Sirius Black breaks out of Azkaban. Suddenly a letter to Hogwarts in thrusted into her hand and Y/N becomes a true part of the magical Wizarding World.

Warnings for the Series: violence, death, light smut, angst, fluff

Pairing: harry potter x black!reader, cedric diggory x black!reader

Word Count: 7.2k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

“He is dead,” Voldemort called out with twisted delight. “From this day forward, you put your faith in me. Harry Potter is dead!”

All the Death Eaters behind him erupted into laughter. You all stood there in discomfort while you watched. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Harry’s body. It was still dark outside as the hours of early morning slowly crept along but you could all see Voldemort parading himself around anyway. He faced you all again.

“And now is the time to join us. Or die.”

“Draco,” Lucius called.

Heads turned towards your cousin. Draco’s parents kept calling him over as if he was a small child again. Bellatrix waited with a triumphant smile on her face. For a moment, Draco shifted in his spot and you all thought he would move. Your cousin rolled up his sleeves to show a lack of a dark mark before grabbing your hand. His father’s smile turned to a deep frown. Voldemort sneered before moving away like he didn’t really care if Draco had joined him or not. You reached out to Neville as he began to hobble forward. He shook your hand off and continued, not caring that the Death Eaters were laughing at him. Voldemort laughed too before smiling.

“I must say I hoped for better but… Who might you be, young man?”

“Neville Longbottom.” That earned another set of laughter.

“Well, Neville. I’m sure we can find a place for you in our ranks—”

“I’d like to say something!”

Voldemort clenched a fist at the mere thought of someone trying to upstage his moment. He lowered his hand and decided to give Neville the floor— he could share a few minutes of his victory with a new recruit.

“It doesn’t matter that Harry’s gone—”

“Stand down, Neville,” Seamus tried to call out.

“People die every day! Our friends, family. Yeah, we lost Harry but he didn’t die in vain. Neither did the others. We keep fighting!” He turned to Voldemort. “And you will die!”

You heard the sound of metal as Neville pulled the sword of Gryffindor from the Sorting Hat that he was still clutching in his hands. There was little time to react as Harry suddenly dropped from Hagrid’s arms, using your wand to cast a spell. All the Death Eaters gasped in outrage while your side did the same but in happiness. Your smile took up your whole face because your senses were right. You don’t know how but they were right. The black smoke erupted again as Death Eaters turned into the columns to descend on you all once more. You and the others began to run inside, being ushered in by remaining members of the Order who tried to put up more protective spells as quickly as possible.

“We need to kill the snake,” Harry said as he ran to you, Hermione, and Ron.

He ran off to another part of the castle covered in debris as if that alone would drive Voldemort and his followers away from all of you and towards just him. Ron and Hermione left to follow as you ran back inside. The Great Hall became a battlefield once again as people tried to duel around the dead. You ran to try and grab those that were severely injured before they could get hit in the crossfire. You, Draco, George, and Ginny worked overtime to lead them somewhere safe. It was only possible to get one at a time without being noticed. You went back to grab Dennis Creevey, still in shock at the loss of his brother Colin. You were trying to pull him away. His parents were muggles who already didn’t know how bad the situation was. Both boys had snuck back to join the fight after getting the call from the Dumbledore’s Army galleons. The Creeveys already lost one son and you didn’t want them to lose another. You froze as you heard the word Crucio.  

You heard screaming but it wasn’t coming from your lips. You turned behind you to see Draco writhing in pain, having jumped in front of you to stop Bellatrix’s curse.

“Draco!” Your banshee level scream made everyone in the Hall cover their ears for a moment.

It called over Ginny and George once they recovered. Ginny started to duel Bellatrix while George tried to help you get Dennis and now Draco out of the Hall. You knelt by your cousin as you tried not to cry while he assured you that he wasn’t hurt. You buried your head in your lap and covered your ears. It was too much. Your head snapped up and you only focused through tears when you smelt the Burrow. You were keeping closer awareness on the little family you had left. You went back to see Ginny miss her last spell. You were about to scream again, try to buy her some time even if it possibly costed someone else their life.

“Not my daughter, you bitch.” Mrs. Weasley stepped in front of Ginny, firing off spell after spell.

You stayed, not willing to leave Mrs. Weasley in a duel. Every spell she fired threw Bellatrix off and made her stumble backwards. You watched a jet of green come from Mrs. Weasley’s wand and Bellatrix was no more. You welcomed the chill that came with that, reveling in every bit of the ice it had to offer you. Your ears perked up as you heard the slithering of a snake and began to smell everything that reminded you of Harry. The darkness at the corners of your vision told you that if he died this time there wouldn’t be a next.  

“Neville! The stairs!”

You watched Neville run out of the hall and towards the main stairs of the castle. The scent of Harry died down to be replaced with someone else. Books and a sweet perfume. Hermione. You stared at where Neville had just been and hoped all the same that he got to Hermione to help before Nagini got to her.

The smell came back but it wasn’t just Harry. It was the scent of leather and the ocean, something foul layered on top of it. It could only be Voldemort. You knew Harry would never use the connection that the banshee power gave him but you would. You could hear the wood breaking and chains swinging. They were fighting somewhere in one of the towers. There were too many to blindly run to one.

“Come on, Tom.” You heard Harry say. “Let’s finish this how we started. Together.”

They were falling— you could feel the breeze go by. You rushed to find where you had dropped the Invisibility Cloak in the Hall while helping others. Grabbing it, you ran. All you could see was black smoke. Voldemort must have been trying to apparate or move them somewhere— a fall would have killed them both. You stood in the middle of the debris filled corridor, head whipping around wildly as you tried to sense where they were. You could hear the crash before you actually sensed it. They had landed back at the front courtyard. The rough fall broke the connection and your feet moved before you could even process. Abruptly, your heels dug into the floor. The smell of Ron and Hermione flooded your nose but you could hear the clash of two spells from Voldemort and Harry’s wands. A hand suddenly grabbed you. Ron was pulling you as he had a hold on Hermione. Nagini was slithering down the steps behind you all. Every spell Hermione threw did nothing. You let go of Ron’s hand so he could try, achieving the same results. You were all backed up onto a pile of rocks.

Eyes shut as you clutched each other and prepared for the worst as Nagini geared up to spring. Your head darted up from Hermione’s shoulder and your eyes snapped open as you smelled that foul scent. You turned your head to see the blade of the sword of Gryffindor cut through Nagini’s neck as Neville fell to the ground. The sound of the clash of spells went silent for a brief moment. Voldemort had felt the last horcrux destroyed. You looked at Neville who gave you a nod before you scrambled to your feet and ran again. The sound of spell clashing picked up in your ear again but this time you could see the jets of red and green light as you entered the courtyard.

“Harry!” You screamed at banshee level.

The light of green from Voldemort was briefly overtaken by the light of red from Harry. He clutched his ear with his free hand while Harry seemed almost unfazed, his head tilting a little at the discomfort. Harry turned his head to look at you. You fished the Resurrection Stone from your shirt pocket and clutched it tight in one hand while the other held the Invisibility Cloak. He understood what you meant. Harry took in a breath as he broke one of his only promises to you. He gave you a nod and you screamed. Harry was completely unaffected. Confusion graced Voldemort’s face as he saw Harry’s shadow seem to grow behind him. The banshee power was supposed to be with him.

The red of Harry’s wand overtook the green and just as you stopped screaming— as Harry purposely stopped the connection— Voldemort dropped to the ground. The dark marks on Death Eaters’ arms burned as they faded into scars. Voldemort was dead. For real this time. Some continued to fight while others, most, fled in their clouds of black smoke.

The sun started to peek up over the horizon as Harry walked towards Voldemort’s dead body. He removed the Elder Wand from underneath the man’s hand. Your coughing as you slowly stood up again made him turn his head. Harry ran to you, picking you up with a smile before setting you down again. You tried to laugh your way through a cough. He immediately tilted your chin up so he could examine your neck, satisfied to see no cuts but pressing gentle kisses there anyway until you started to protest. He kissed you for real, rough and quick, before resting his forehead against yours.

“You were brilliant,” he said.

Harry pulled away when you didn’t respond. You just kept looking at him. His hands held onto your waist a little tighter when you looked him in the eye.

“You’re back,” you said, simply.

He nodded with a laugh before kissing you again and repeating that he was back. You looked behind him to see Voldemort’s body still there. Someone would have to get it. It wouldn’t be you.

“Do you still have my wand?” Harry asked.

You pulled the two pieces out of your shirt pocket and handed it to him. Harry pointed the Elder Wand at his own broken one. The fibers of the phoenix feather core began to mend. The wood came back together and the wand was as good as new. Harry tucked your old wand in his back pocket next to his repaired one, slightly stretching the wand pocket’s fabric. He grabbed your hand, flipping it palm side up. The Elder Wand was placed in your hand— Harry wrapped your fingers around it.

“There. All three Hallows, back where they belong… There’s just one more thing to do. Give you back your dark senses.”

“Harry.”

“You shouldn’t be held to any wizard and you shouldn’t be scared anymore.”

“I’m not scared, I trust you.”

“I could feel your pain when I used the power. Was that what it felt like whenever Voldemort used it?”

You nodded.

“Then I can survive the Cruciatus Curse once if it means you never have to be scared of that pain again.”

“Harry, I can’t.”

“It’s alright, love.” He wrapped his hand around yours. “We’ll do it together, just like flying.”

“Crucio,” you whispered.

Harry gritted his teeth as pain surged through his body. Your heart hurt as you watched his eyes shut as tight as possible. You recognized the hurt. It happened when Sirius hit the floor in the Department of Mysteries. It happened when Draco was lying in a pool of his own blood in the bathroom. It happened when they brought in Remus and Tonks. It was the heaviness of love, of love for your family. Harry opened his eyes as if he was trying to show you he was okay. You met his eyes and nodded minutely as you pulled the wand away. He was gone for almost a year that you weren’t even sure when it happened. But Harry wasn’t just your love. He was your family.

“See, love.” He pecked you on the lips. “No more pain.”    

His hand stayed on your waist as you two left the courtyard to enter the Great Hall. The daylight started to stream through both the windows and the gaping holes of the castle. The house-elves had begun handing out cups of warmed butterbeer to survivors. Everyone gathered in little groups, trying to talk to keep from going into shock at the events that just occurred. Others realized how tired they were from fighting all night as the adrenaline quickly crashed— like Luna who had fallen asleep with her head on Neville’s shoulder. The severely injured had been moved back from where you and the others had hid them so they could be treated properly by Madame Pomfrey and other professors who had some abilities at healing.

The Weasleys sat on the benches closest to Fred’s body. They had stopped crying, now either numb or giving you and Harry somber smiles. Aberforth was already having a laugh with Dean and Seamus over their mugs of butterbeer. Draco and Narcissa gave you a smile and a nod as you walked by. Slughorn was complaining to students and faculty about the battle ruining his garments and you smiled at the fact that it was almost normal despite everything. Harry’s hand briefly stopped touching you to give Hagrid a hug.

Ron and Hermione came walking in as they held hands from a new entryway in the Hall that wasn’t supposed to be there. The four of you looked at each other. Everyone was safe. You all left the Hall to go outside and watch the sun finish rising. You sat down on the halfway destroyed pier on the Black Lake. You and Hermione were sandwiched between Harry and Ron. She looked at you and sighed before you two bursted into laughter much to the confusion of both boys. The two of you rested your heads against each other and looked at the lake. Harry’s hand played with yours. Ron looked over.

“The Hallows, based on what Lovegood said, does that make you the master of death? They’re all yours now.”

You shook your head. “You can’t master death, at least I can’t anyway.”

Harry already knew the rest of the answer you were going to give. That a banshee was only death’s weapon, its omen. He took the time in your pause as you tried to find the right words to speak.

“No one can try to master death, not anymore” he said. “Not when we’ve returned all her stuff to her.”

He smiled when you squeezed his hand. The four of you sat on the pier until the sun was full past the horizon. Deep breaths were taken after watching the mundane yet lovely event and you all stood up to go back into the broken castle. It was slowly clearing of people. The charm on Hogwarts was gotten rid of so people could apparate home. The Great Hall fireplace was half destroyed but good enough to use the Floo Network. House-elves helped students that hadn’t mastered apparition get back to their parents and loved ones. Soon it was just Hogwarts’ staff, the Order, your cousin, and the Weasleys. The Weasleys came up first.

“We’re taking Fred’s body home now,” Mr. Weasley said, willing himself not to cry again.

Ron nodded. “I’ll be there soon. I’m going with Hermione to bring her parents back.”

Mr. Weasley said okay but then suddenly pulled Ron into a tight hug. Mrs. Weasley joined and they couldn’t stop saying how proud of Ron they were. The Weasleys were suddenly gone. Draco and Narcissa came up after them. Narcissa looked at Harry as she put a hand on Draco’s shoulder.

“Harry…”

“Thank you for lying at the manor, Draco.” Harry cut in when he saw the other man stall.

You scoffed. “It takes us almost dying for you two to start using first names.”

They both chuckled. Narcissa and Draco left with a promise to see you as soon as everyone got back on their feet. You sat down on the bench where Remus and Tonks were. Ron and Hermione left to go find her parents somewhere in Australia— Ron got on Hermione for not putting a tracker on them. Harry left your side to go talk to the Order. There was a lot to do. The Ministry needed to be cleaned out, Death Eaters that escaped needed to be found. Crimes during Voldemort’s reign had to be examined and either acquitted or convicted.

The only certain thing was that Kingsley Shacklebot was the new Minister of Magic, something no one argued with. He was only Acting Minister at the moment but you all knew it would be official. He came by briefly to pay respects to Remus and Tonks and give his condolences to you. Harry came back to sit down with you. You both watched McGonagall already start to try and put the castle back together. Only a bit of the Great Hall was fixed before she sat down, exhausted. It would take at least a month and multiple staff members to put the castle back together. Harry looked down at Remus and Tonks.

“Do we want to bury them with Sirius?”

“I was actually thinking we move Sirius. My dad only like Grimmauld because we made it a home. He should be in Godric’s Hollow with his friends, we should put Uncle Remus and Tonks there too.”

Harry agreed. He sent a patronus to Andromeda before you both apparated with the bodies to Godric’s Hollow. Andromeda practically shoved Teddy into your hands as she broke down in sobs. She pulled out her wand, wanting to be the one to bury them. You and Harry obliged with no complaint. The funeral was quick and quiet. There was no need to wait and invite the others. Everyone had loved ones to bury. Andromeda went back to the cottage with Teddy. You and Harry went to Grimmauld. The door was locked with a letter attached.

The kids are accounted for and being taken home. All their pets are with them— I can’t believe you apparated their pets. I’m taking the last batch to their parents. I’ll see you at some point. Hopefully this is the last time I’ll have to write this last part: If you won, I’m still alive. May 2, 1998. Cedric.

You took the letter from the door and opened it. Padfoot meowed with great annoyance as he was being carried by Kreacher who had jumped up when he heard the door open. Your cat had not taken kindly to the chaos that was briefly brought to Grimmauld. Harry packed up the things you wanted to take into large trunks and you went back to the cottage where Andromeda made porridge for a late breakfast. You told Andromeda and Kreacher to go rest while you and Harry cleaned up. He washed the dishes while you tried to burp Teddy. You and Harry laughed when you realized that you two tended to do things the muggle way. He only switched to using magic for the dishes about halfway through.

“Andromeda’s been dying,” you confessed. “Old age, losing her husband a few years ago, and now Tonks and Remus. She has maybe a month or two, Harry.”

“What about Teddy?”

“I was going to take care of him.”

“I mean we have enough money to do it… you got quiet.” Harry turned away from the sink. “Did you think— you thought I was going to leave because there’s a baby.”

When you didn’t say anything, Harry chuckled and walked over to you. He kissed your forehead and then bent down to kiss Teddy’s forehead.

“I already left you once, next time it’s because I’m actually dead. For the record, I wanted kids much later in life.”

You finally reacted with a light-hearted laugh. Harry took Teddy from your arms and you both went to the couch to relax. An owl pecked on the kitchen window. You got up to see what was happening. The owl flew off without even waiting to see if you had something for it. Closing the window back, you returned to the couch. Harry’s eyes scanned over the paper as you read it.

“A ceremony at Hogwarts?”

“The Ministry still has a job to do,” you said. “Everyone needs to know we won. Dark wizards shouldn’t try to rise up because we will win again.”

“It feels too soon, even in two weeks, it just feels too soon.”

You nodded in agreement. It still felt too soon when the actual day came. Teddy pulled at the the peter pan collar of your short black dress. You handed him to Andromeda who sat in the back as you and Harry walked towards the seats reserved for people that fought. Everyone was dressed similarly— nice but in all black. The Great Hall and front courtyard had been fully fixed. The rest of the castle still needed repairs. McGonagall gave you all somber nods as she started the opening speech. It wasn’t missed on guests how the snaps of cameras made some of you flinch. The list of the dead was read off and respects were given. Kingsley, now officially the Minister of Magic, stepped up to the podium. It felt weird to be awarded for nearly dying. It felt weird to be called a soldier but that’s what you all were.

One by one names were called and medals were given. The crowd gave strong applause for each person, no matter the award or how big the contribution. Kreacher had been given a medal for assistance in evacuating children and persuading the house-elves to join the cause. Aberforth and Cedric were given the same awards for helping the kids evacuate. Mrs. Weasley looked pale in the face as she accepted the Aurors’ Silver Owl for getting rid of Bellatrix Lestrange. Draco didn’t expect his name to be called at all, looking back at you and his mother when he went up to accept a medal. Some of the loudest applause out of all the faculty went to Professor McGonagall as she accepted the Phoenix Medal. Neville was given an extra medal for defeating Nagini and all of the DA were given Aurors’ Owls of either gold or silver. You, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were called last.

“The Aurors’ Gold Owls and The Phoenix Medal go to Ronald Bilius Weasley and Hermione Jean Granger for bravery in standing up to Voldemort and daring to never cease in their pursuit for horcruxes.”

Hermione and Ron accepted the awards. They were prepared to sit down when Kingsley made them stay up because he wanted a picture at the end of The Golden Quartet.

“And to (Y/N) Sirius Black and Harry James Potter. The Boy Who Lived that protected his loved ones till the end. The banshee squib who proved more than capable. For defeating Voldemort, I present them with the Minister’s Award.”

The sound of clapping echoed in the Hall. Cheers erupted all around and everyone continued to give applause even if their hands were turning red. You gripped Harry’s hand as the camera flashes began to sound more and more like whispers. It was easy to slip back into thinking you heard the whispers all around when you were standing in the very place it all happened. He squeezed your hand back, trying to tell you it was okay. You managed to smile for the picture before having to step down from the podium. You didn’t stay long after the ceremony— Harry told everyone that you just felt a little sick. You ducked into the bathroom when you got home. Harry immediately followed you in. He held you and cradled your head as he felt the first tears drop onto his shirt.

“It sounded so much like everyone.”

“We’re home now, you’re away from the whispers.”      

The weeks went by and whenever you sent Andromeda to nap, you and Harry would sit at the table and plan some sort of future. It wasn’t perfect by any means but neither of you saw a child— a baby— in it so soon. But you both weren’t letting Teddy go.

Harry was going to be an Auror. He wouldn’t rest until at least all the Death Eaters at the battle were captured. You weren’t going to even stop him. You had already decided at Grimmauld before he, Ron, and Hermione went on the run that you would be okay with the job as long as Harry promised to come back to you every time. You were going back to Hogwarts. You had already written to McGonagall that you would take up the position of Alchemy teacher again but with a catch. You would run the class from outside of Hogwarts at your store in Hogsmeade. You never had that many students anyway during either of the two trial run years. It would be easier to watch Teddy and take care of him that way. It was decided that the upper floor of your four story building was going to be your new house. The floor underneath was your classroom. The ground floor would stay a plant store and the basement would remain storage. It wasn’t a perfect plan but it was solid.

~~

Andromeda told you both to go have fun for Harry’s birthday. It still felt too soon to have a large affair. So you, Ron, Hermione, and Harry went to The Leaky Cauldron for a drink. Ron seemed to be coping a bit better with Fred’s death than he was before. He and Hermione were taking it slow. You and Harry threw back your shots of Snitch’s Sour as Harry ordered a round of butterbeer for the table. Taking it slow was far out the realm of possibility for the two of you anymore. Ron decided on being an Auror as well. He and Harry had their meetings with the Ministry a couple days after Harry’s birthday.

“How are Teddy and Andromeda?” Hermione asked.

You swallowed your drink. “Both good.”

“They both sleep a lot,” Harry chimed in, making the table laugh. “And Teddy’s got practically a full head of hair.”

“Really?”

“Yep.” You nodded. “And he’s a metamorphmagus like Tonks… his hair likes to match the wallpaper of whatever room he’s in.”

You all kept talking and sharing stories. Ron surprised Harry with a cake— all four of you dove in with forks, not bothering with extra plates. You stayed in The Leaky Cauldron until the afternoon crowd turned into the night crowd. Clearing out, you and Hermione went one way to look at shops in Diagon Alley while Harry and Ron went another.

“Last time we walked arm in arm,” you started.

“We were talking about padded bras,” she chuckled.

One look at each other and you two started laughing for real. The streets of Diagon Alley were packed but not nearly as full as they used to be. Everyone was still slowly recovering. You two mainly window shopped, not going into many stores.

“How are your parents?” you asked.

Hermione sighed. “We’re working on it. We found a squib therapist, he’s really good at helping them understand our world a bit. But…”

“Every time you mention another dangerous thing that happened at school, they get angry all over again?”

“Exactly. I know it’ll be fine but I didn’t think it would take long. I’ve moved back home at least for a little while. Dr. Eck says it’ll help the family healing process.”

“From one broken family to another, I can tell you that it will get better.”

Now that you were separated, you and Hermione talked about relationships without the presence of your boyfriends. She wasn’t sure if she and Ron were at that stage yet of calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend.

“So you and Harry… it’s been two years. This Christmas will make three. Are you doing anything for your anniversary?”

“I don’t know, I guess we’ll figure it out when it comes around.”

“Do you think he’ll propose?”

You stopped looking at tea in the window display that the two of you were standing at. Hermione’s eyes continued to roam over the teas before she seemed to pick one and dragged you inside.

“What makes you think he’ll propose? We’re so young right now.”

“Yes but doesn’t Teddy make things different? You and Harry were already so in love it was nauseating and you’re both welcoming a baby that’s not yours into your family. Ron and I were just assuming it would happen quickly.”

“Well, we haven’t discussed more than taking in Teddy. I don’t think either of us was really thinking about it.”

Hermione hummed in understanding. The two of you bought your teas and met back with the boys who had done a little shopping of their own. You said your byes with the promise to meet again soon before heading your separate ways. You put a hand on Harry’s arm.

“Happy birthday… I think we can celebrate better at Grimmauld.”

A corner of Harry’s mouth curved upwards and you both apparated straight to your room in Grimmauld. It was a mess as the two of you kissed and tried to shed clothes as quickly as possible. You fell back on the bed. Harry crawled over you, placing kisses on your body as he worked his way up to your mouth. He pulled away long enough for you to take off his glasses before kissing you again. A year apart and then immediately going to Andromeda’s house, you and Harry were all over each other. His hands worked to make themselves familiar with your body once more. He smiled at every small sound he drew out of you.

“Wait… Harry,” you mumbled between kisses. “Your birthday… sit back and… enjoy it.”

He faltered for a moment. The bed creaked as you two moved, making you both pause to laugh. You collapsed against the sheets as giggles overtook you. Harry, who had moved to lean his back against the headboard, pulled your body into his lap. Even though you told him to sit back and enjoy it, Harry took the lead as his hands gently guided your hips. Both of you breathed out each other’s names and just stayed still as the high tension began to settle down.

You didn’t bother getting dressed again after lazily cleaning yourselves up— it was clear that you would go back to Andromeda’s house in the morning. You felt the tossing before you were actually aware of it. Harry’s eyes flashed open. He looked over at you and sighed when he realized he woke you up. You wrapped the sheet around you and got out of bed. He chuckled when you came back with two glasses of Shirley Temple.

“What did you see?” you asked calmly.

“Spells hitting everyone. Voldemort hitting the castle barrier.”

You grabbed his hand. It would take time for you both to not hear danger or mistake something innocent for the next horcrux. And not just the two of you but for most of the people that fought. You both finished sipping on drinks and tried to fall asleep once more.  

Harry had come back from his meeting with Kinglsey after you went back to Andromeda’s. Kingsley and the entire Ministry was more than excited to have him and Ron become Aurors even without graduating Hogwarts. Hermione flat out refused to go straight to work. She wanted to finish her education and she was determined to do it. It’s not like she would be alone. About half of the DA was repeating their seventh year since they went into hiding for a good bit of it. Harry met you sitting in the grass outside the house.

“Ron and I start tomorrow. They want to try planning how to get Death Eaters before we really start losing trails.”

“It’s Andromeda’s time. She’s holding Teddy, Kreacher’s watching over them.”

“Today? You’re sure?” he asked.

You nodded solemnly. “The smell of her perfume started lingering a week ago. It fills the whole house now.”

Harry sat next to you. “If she’s with Teddy then she’ll be happy.”

“That’s what I thought too.”

You and Harry waited outside. The sun was starting its descent towards the horizon when Kreacher appeared. He didn’t have to say anything for you two to know. Just like with Remus and Tonks, the funeral was small and quiet. Just you, Harry, Kreacher, and Teddy. You grabbed Harry’s hand, fingers interlocking.

“Harry?”

“Yes?”

“We have a child.”

You both looked at Teddy in your arms. Planning was one thing but now it was reality and it just now hit the both of you. Harry scratched the back of his head.

“We have a child,” he repeated with a slow nod of his head. He began to laugh.

“What?”

“We’re a family of halves… half-blood, half-banshee, half-werewolf.”

“We’re probably the worst parents.” You laughed with him. Teddy joined in despite not knowing what was happening.

You didn’t go back to Andromeda’s cottage and the two of you didn’t go back to Grimmauld. Hogsmeade was the new name for home. You would have to go back and clean Andromeda’s house, go through her stuff and read the wills of her, Remus, and Tonks which you had been putting off. The cottage would be sold because you and Harry couldn’t fathom having five houses. The Potter’s house in Godric’s Hollow, Harry gave to the Ministry as a historical monument. That just left the Potter Manor. You encouraged him to keep it for the same reason that you were keeping Grimmauld. It was the place of family.

But Grimmauld and Potter Manor were both just existing for now. Hogsmeade was where you both thought that you wanted to start building your own life with each other. Everything you kept from the cottage would be moved to Grimmauld for storing. But that could all be thought about later, all you and Harry wanted to do was spend the first night in your new home and start figuring it out in the morning.

“What is that noise?” Harry asked groggily.

You groaned and lifted your head from his chest. “Baby.”

The warmth of your boyfriend was gone as he left the bed to walk a few feet to Teddy’s crib. You tried to snuggle with the heat left behind on the sheets as Harry rocked Teddy. The cries weren’t dying down and you were sharply reminded why the two of you both were thinking of kids much later in your life. But Teddy— as annoying as he was being— wasn’t going anywhere. You’d fight anyone that dared to take him from the only family he had left. You heard Harry’s murmurs and shushing turn into actual hushed words.

“Do you want a story, Teddy? Is that what you want? Hmm, the first time I met your father he saved me on the train…”

You fell back asleep listening to Harry tell the story of meeting Lupin. Teddy fell asleep as well. Harry set him down and slipped back into bed. He tried not to disturb you as he did. You immediately snuggled up to him again. Teddy didn’t cry again for the rest of the night. He did, however, cry at a more appropriate time of the morning when you and Harry overslept what the baby considered breakfast time. You were up to feed him. He was finally switching over to solid foods, although you hardly considered mush solid food. You sat Teddy in his high chair and moved to the fridge.

“Which one, Ted Ted?” You held up two fruits. “Pears or apples?”

His hair had a little patch of green at the front.

“Pears it is.”

You asked Kreacher to make breakfast for everyone else while you mashed up the pears. Padfoot squinted the entire time from where he was sitting on top of the refrigerator. The cat felt slighted at having to wait for the baby’s food to be made first before he got his. The only saving grace was you did put Padfoot’s food in his bowl first before sitting down and feeding Teddy. The flat was practically empty aside from Teddy’s furniture and kitchen supplies that you brought from Andromeda’s and the bed that needed to be returned to Grimmauld. Since you were keeping your family home as a summer home, you wanted the furniture to stay there. And with a baby that had certain needs, you needed specific furniture that would help you navigate with your little magic.

The Elder Wand laid on the counter near the stove. The Resurrection Stone was next to it and the Invisibility Cloak was just in a pile on the floor next to some trunks of clothes that had yet to be put in the closet. You weren’t sure what to do with them. The Elder Wand had enhanced your magic so much that you had no problems performing spells. Two or three years ago, even last year maybe, you would have given anything for that. But now, you were happy with being a squib. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to restart the Alchemy project on magic. Harry came in, snapping the final button closed on his Auror uniform. You turned your head as he leaned against the counter and ate the food Kreacher made.

“What?” Harry asked with his mouth full.

“Nothing, you just look good in that uniform.”

“We’re supposed to wear it any time it isn’t a stealth mission.”

“I want to thank whoever designed them.”

Harry huffed a laugh and cleaned off his plate, putting it back in the cupboard. He came up behind you as you gave Teddy another spoonful of food. Harry’s hand came from around, holding a piece of toast with your favorite jam. You took a bite and tilted your head up to see him looking a little too smug at feeding you.

“What are you and Teddy doing today?” He asked as you finished chewing on another bite.

“Going to fix up all four levels, school starts in a month and I think the kids would appreciate some chairs. You?”

“We’re already on an in-field case. It’s Ron, Neville, and I. Robards is leading.”

“Am I allowed to know who?”

“Amycus Carrow and his sister Alecto.”

The toast was set down when Harry noticed you tensed up. He pulled you up from the chair and into a hug. He only let you go when your breathing evened out again.

“Hey, I’ll get them. Alright?”

You nodded and Harry gave you a quick kiss before taking the fireplace to the Ministry. Teddy finished eating and after you burped him, it was time to properly start your day. You grabbed a bit of Floo Powder and yelled out Diagon Alley, you and Teddy appearing in the Leaky Cauldron. Kreacher wasn’t with you all because he was working with the volunteers to rebuild Hogwarts before school started. He genuinely liked working at Hogwarts, probably because you and Harry still insisted on doing so much by yourself.

The first thing you did was buy a baby carrier because wearing Teddy as you shopped was a lot more comfortable than carrying him— Diagon Alley was too packed for you to want to use a stroller. You had to hold his little hands almost every time you went into a shop. He had a fascination with grabbing everything. The store clerks sent your packages back to your house so you were hands free the entire time. You and Teddy took a break in a small tea shop. You laughed as his hair kept changing to match the garments of people passing by. He would eventually learn to get it under control— you hoped. You stirred the sugar into your tea, clinking the spoon against it before resting the utensil on the saucer.

“Hey, stranger.”

You turned, with the teacup to your lips. You almost spit your tea out at seeing Cedric’s smile. He pointed to the free seat and you nodded as you swallowed the tea. He ordered himself a drink.

“Hi, I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever. Thank you, by the way, for helping with the children.”

Cedric shrugged. “No problem. I would’ve joined the fight anyway the minute we all heard what was happening. It’s good to see you, I was worried you hadn’t made it out for a moment until the ceremony.”

“Hey, stranger. I’m still alive, trying to get my life back together. Having tea across from a handsome loser. August fifth, nineteen ninety-eight.”

He laughed. “At least I’m handsome. So who’s this?”

“Ah, meet Teddy. Teddy, can you wave?”

His little hand flailed and he gave a babble that could be interpreted as a greeting, accompanied with a bit of spit up. You wiped it with a napkin as Cedric messed with the baby. His tea came and he stopped making Teddy laugh in order to take a sip.

“Teddy? Where did you and Harry get that name from?”

“Whe— oh, no, no. Teddy’s not ours— well, not b— I’ve never been pregnant.”

“In my defense, I haven’t seen you since the ceremony and before that it was the wedding. That’s a year.”

“He’s my nephew and godson. Remus and Tonks’ kid. We’re taking care of him now,” you explained.

Cedric nodded after snickering at your sudden fluster from the possible insinuation that you might have had a child. The two of you caught up in person which you both agreed was much better over letters. Puddlemere United had started again and he began training soon.

“I’m not giving the jumper back. It’s signed by the best seeker in the world, it’ll cost a lot one day.”

“You all should come to the opening game. Season start’s been pushed all the way back to winter, I think during Hogwarts’ break.”

“We’ll be there… do we still get the box?”

Cedric rolled his eyes but smiled. “I will put you, Harry, and Teddy down for the box.”

You finished tea and the two of you walked around until he had to leave for practice. You and Teddy’s shopping was finished shortly after.

“Come on, Ted Ted, let’s go home.”

The living room was packed with packages. You wheeled Teddy’s crib into the room so you could set him down in it. He watched as you got to work creating the perfect flat— you did grab the Elder Wand to fix everything downstairs before putting it up on the wand stand that you bought. Harry’s patronus came a few hours after everything was finished. You sighed, knowing this was the first night of many that he wouldn’t be coming home right away.

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[yan-senna]

Friendship with the Potions Master (Severus Snape x Slytherin student! reader)

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Warning: Snakes and mentions of death and petrification

The next morning after the Bludger incident, Severus tries his best to stay awake. Surprise, he didn't get much sleep last night. Not only from speculations about him apparently witnessing the death of Y/L/N's mother, but other things as well.

A student was petrified during the night - the annoying first-year Gryffindor who kept taking photographs with his damn camera, Colin Creevey.

Of course, because of Argus' accusations, people are blaming Potter. Severus sighs in irritation. They believe the Boy Who Lived possesses great power, yet the boy can't even make a simple Hair-Raising Potion.

Speaking of Potter, the boy is still at the Hospital Wing as his bones are still growing out. Severus knew that Lockhart was an imbecile, but he still can't believe the man removed all the bones in the boy's arm. How stupid can one be?

As Severus eats his meal while ignoring the annoying Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher who keeps insisting that he could have saved the first-year boy had he just been there before it was too late, the Head of Slytherin looks at the Slytherin table.

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[itsivyberry]

after the war

Draco Malfoy x f!Hufflepuff!Reader

A blurb, continuing the Tri Wizard Champion series.

request: I'd really like to see another fanfic with Draco showing what happened to them after the triwizard tournament! That would be a great idea! [via @booksmione ]

a/n: HI! Here’s a request! I loved writing this, I usually am not a fan of after-war fics and prefer fics where the characters are still attending Hogwarts, but this makes my heart SOAR I love it. I hope you enjoyed, thank you for requesting this and keeping my favorite (and only) series alive <3

word count: 1160

warnings: mentions of blood loss, crucio, scars, death, war, etc. also fluff LMAOOO

summary: Y/N and Draco managed to find their way back to each other after three years of healing from the well-known Tri Wizard Tournament.

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The war was a massive devastation for the Wizarding world.

Y/N was still grieving the loss of her best friend three years prior. Her school, her home had turned into a place she didn’t even recognize. A prison.

Just as quickly as Hogwarts had changed, she had watched family and friends die within its walls, protecting the students within.

Every single night in her dorm before the Battle of Hogwarts, Y/N would listen to the radio in search of any names listed off that she knew.

Although she claimed she was listening for loved ones, she was really listening for one particular name. Malfoy.

Y/N knew that there was no possible way the Malfoys would be put on the casualties list that grows every day, but she still listened with quiet breathing and a rapid heartbeat to hear the name of the boy she still loved.

From what she could remember, the battle was a blur. A blip in time. Faces that she knew, lifeless on the ground around her. Faces she has grown up with for almost the past decade.

Y/N couldn’t count how many people she loved and held dearly that she had seen dead. Fred Weasley, leaving his other half George. Nymphadora Tonks, a beloved Hufflepuff alumni, and Remus Lupin, Harry Potter’s last standing familial figure and spouse to Tonks. Lavender Brown, the Gryffindor that Y/N had grown quite close to while Hogwarts was under the direction of multiple death eaters. Colin Creevey, the young muggle-born Gryffindor who stood incredibly brave, and another close friend of Y/N’s.

~•.*✰

While attempting to save another young student, Y/N was hit with the Cruciatus Curse, and was severely attacked by multiple Death-Eaters. She could barely feel the pain, when her eyes focused on a head full of white hair that was speeding to wear she lay in a puddle of her own blood in the Forbidden Forest.

“How did you get out here? Why are you out here, Y/N?” Draco’s voice was deeper, aged, yet frantic and shaking. “Oh Merlin, you’re bleeding so much. We need to get you to the Great Hall.”

“Draco?” Y/N’s quiet voice asked. “What are you doing here?” Her voice was trembling, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. She touched his face, leaving a bloody handprint behind. She tried to convince herself that he really was here, that he really was trying to get her help, and he wasn’t just a hallucination from the blood loss.

“Close your eyes.” Draco instructed.

A moment passed, and Y/N felt her stomach drop as if she were on a fast roller coaster.

“I need help! Help!” She soon heard Draco screaming, his voice cracking with every syllable. Bustling voices around her had forced her to open her eyes, and she soon realized he had apparated both of them into the Great Hall. Molly Weasley, a dear friend of Y/N’s mother, rushed over as two students behind her carried a cot.

They transferred her onto the cot, working as quickly as they could to heal the wounds without any more blood loss. Y/N was walking the thin line of unconsciousness, but refused to let herself pass out while Draco was still near her.

She knew he worried too much. The creases permanently etched into his forehead told her enough.

With the remaining strength Y/N had, she reached towards him to grab his hand. His eyes snapped down to her the second she made contact with his hand, and he clasped it in both and immediately started planting tear-filled kisses along every inch of her exposed skin.

“You’re gonna be alright. Everything is going to be fine. Please, stay awake. Stay awake for me, Y/N/N. Please.”

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“Wow, so Dad was a softie!” Y/N’s and Draco’s eldest daughter, Lyra, exclaimed.

“Yes, he really was.” Y/N smiled warmly, laying her hand atop Draco’s as they sat on the couch.

“So, that’s how you got that scar? It’s cool!” Scorpius piped in, pointing to Y/N’s stomach, where a prominent white scar lead up to her shoulder, meeting the three scars on her back from her fourth year.

“Mom, you have had some crazy accidents. How did Dad never have heart attacks?” Cassi asked, leaning forward in complete and utter amusement.

“Oh, I can promise you, Dad did have heart attacks. I enjoy keeping him on his toes.” Y/N winked, leaning back into Draco, who had an arm over her shoulder.

“Can you tell us about the tournament again, Mom? Please?” Scorpius begged, pouting.

“I think it’s about time for you three to go to bed, hm? Mom’s had enough revisiting her very, very dangerous experiences throughout her years at school. Let’s get you all to bed, shall we? Big day tomorrow.” Draco piped in, pushing himself off the couch and helping his children stand from the carpet.

“I’m nervous for tomorrow! First day of fourth year. I wonder if mine will be as adventurous as Moms.” Lyra said, walking slowly to her room.

“And first day of third for me. I hope I get to meet a Hippogriff like you did your third year, Dad.” Scorpius followed his sister through the hallway to their bedrooms.

“And first day of Hogwarts for our darling little Cassiopeia, isn’t that right?” Y/N appeared behind them, scooping her youngest up and planting kisses everywhere on her face. Cassi squealed, giggling loudly as Y/N continued walking to their separate rooms.

“Goodnight, my darling lovebugs.” Y/N said, blowing kisses through each of the open doorways to her children.

“Goodnight, my favorite troublemakers. Get some sleep, or I’ll have the boggarts come scare you!” Draco laughed mischievously, just before getting whacked lightly upside the head by his wife. She quietly scolded him, and he put his hands up in mock surrender.

“Goodnight! Love you the mostest.” Cassi peeped up, flicking her tiny wrist to turn off her lamp.

“Goodnight, Mom. Goodnight, Dad. Thank you for telling us the story again.” Scorpius yawned, turning on his side and doing just as his sister had done to turn off his lamp.

“Thank you, for reminding us again how cool our parents are. Love you guys.” Lyra said, snapping lightly to turn out her lamp. She always was a bit more advanced than her brother and sister.

Y/N quietly closed all three doors, before heading to her and Draco’s room to finally get some sleep. It wasn’t long before they were both dozing off, Y/N in Draco’s arms.

“Goodnight, my love.” Draco whispered, planting a kiss into Y/N’s hair.

“Goodnight, Dray. I love you.” She whispered back, her eyes closing and letting sleep finally take over.

Even though she struggled to get the happy ending she wanted after fourth year, she could now proudly say she was a part of a loving family with the boy she had loved since she was 14. She was has happy, healthy, and healed as she could be.

And that was her perfect happy ending.

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final a/n: as you can guess, Cassi is named after the constellation Cassiopeia and Lyra is also named after a constellation! I didn’t want Scorp to be an only child, so I gave him an older and a younger sister. I hope you all enjoyed, I really love this and now I’m mad at the lack of storyline after the war for Draco >:( anyways I just like smacked this out in 20 minutes because I’ve been in a Draco loving mood recently?????? Ok lol but I hope y’all enjoyed!!

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[freddie-weaselbee]

April Fools//F.W.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Silly pranks and a little angst, a tiny bit of small language

Summary: April 1st was a special day for many reasons, and it’s about to get a whole lot more special once Fred asks an important question.

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Here’s a special fic for the twins birthday, as well as April Fools’ Day!  Fourth fic in Abby’s Week of Weasley. 

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March 31, 1995

For the third time that night, Angelina Johnson rolled her eyes at you and hit you with her pillow. Hard. So hard that you ended up toppling off of your bed due to the excited, unbalanced position you were in, practically standing at the edge of your bed. 

“Angie!” you screamed from the floor, your smile cracking through the angry façade you were putting on. 

“Oh you deserved it Y/N!” your roommate yelled. “If I have to hear you talk about Fred for one more minute I swear...”

“I second that,” said Alicia Spinnet from her bed, rolling her eyes for the umpteenth time that night. “Just grow a pair and ask him out already!”

 “You’re crazy, absolutely insane,” you replied, climbing back onto your sheets only to be knocked down by your friend once again. 

 “Ok I swear I’m done now,” Angelina said through her giggles. “But Alicia’s right. It’s been two bloody years, why don’t you get up off your timid ass and actually do something? What could go wrong?”

 “What could go wrong?” 

 Alicia groaned at your incredulous tone, knowing exactly what Angelina had just started. She covered her ears with her pillow, hoping to drown out the next barrage of rapid fire words from your mouth.

 “Would you like the possibilities listed alphabetically or by order of significance?” you quipped, not giving either of the girls any time before you started again. “First of all, he would laugh at me. Then he’d realize how sad it was that I thought I actually had a chance with him and he’d make fun of me to the entire school. And you know that Fred can’t keep his damn mouth shut!”

 The girls murmured in agreement, knowing firsthand to never tell Fred any secrets unless they wanted the entire student body and population of England to know as well.

 “So he’d tell everyone,” you continued, “and they’d all make fun of me and talk about me behind my back. ‘Oh there goes poor Y/N, she’s so sad that she thought that the hottest guy in school would be interested in her! What a stupid stupid girl.’”

 “I personally think his brother is hotter, but to each his own,” Angelina murmured.

 “Bloody hell they’re identical twins, they’re practically the same,” said Alicia.

 “They’re not the same,” you and Angelina replied in sync, turning to each other and giggling before you finished your rant.

 “Anyways, the whole school would think I’m a moron, all of Fred’s family would think I’m a moron, and I’d probably be a laughing stock at The Burrow and I’d be too embarrassed to spend another summer there with everyone making fun of me! So that is why I will not be confessing my feelings any time soon.”

 Your friends just sighed and rubbed their temples, used to hearing this kind of talk from you. 

 “You know you’re hot as fuck, right?” said Alicia, gesturing up and down and seeming to check you out.

 “I know that,” you replied confidently. Something about being friends with Alicia and Angelina had brought out your confidence and you knew your self worth, but not when it came to the love of your life. “But there’s plenty of girls here who are hotter and haven’t had their hair held back by him while they threw up their guts into the toilet.”

 Alicia choked on the drink she was sipping, remembering that party a few months ago. “Yeah, remind us not to let you have firewhisky again you lightweight.”

 You tossed your pillow at her, making her spill her drink and grumble in your direction. 

 “Alright if you won’t tell him, why don’t you hint at it and hope for him to make a move?” Angelina suggested. “His birthday’s tomorrow, what did you get him?”

 “I, umm, I didn’t have that much money, so I had to be more... creative about it.” You pulled a sweater from one of your drawers, a deep purple color with orange stitching along the sleeves and collar. “Molly taught me how to knit over the summer and I’ve been working on this ever since. Do you think he’ll like it?”

 “That is the sweetest thing ever, Y/N,” said Angelina. “And Fred doesn’t care about money or wealth, I’m sure he’ll love it. Trust me, give him this and flirt with him all day tomorrow and I’m sure he’ll get the hint.”

 “He hasn’t gotten it yet, and I’ve done nothing but flirt all year!”

 “Then flirt harder,” said Alicia. “Give it all you have, and if it doesn’t work out then he’s a good for nothing prick. That’s how I live my life,” she said shrugging.

 “Great advice, thanks,” you drawled. “But alright, I’ll try harder. Tomorrow’s gonna be a day to remember!”

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 April 1, 1995

 You and your roommates slowly snuck out of your room the next morning, being as quiet as humanly possible. On a normal day you wouldn’t bother to be this careful, but today was not a normal day. It was April 1st, the twins’ birthday. Also know as their favorite day of the year, April Fools’ Day. 

 Alicia stubbed her toe on one of the steps and let out a small peep, making you and Angelina turn to her in horror. Your cover was blown. 

 “Well, well, well,” came a voice from down the stairs. “What do we have here?”

 You shoved Angelina in front of you, clutching the back of her uniform for dear life. “You go,” you whispered. “You’re the strongest.”

 “No,” she said quickly, “Alicia’s the fastest, she can outrun them and cause a distraction!”

 “You know I wouldn’t even make it out of the common room,” Alicia replied. “Y/N can go first, she can talk them out of doing anything.”

 “Yeah, right,” you scoffed. “Like that’s ever worked before. I ended up going to bed to find a giant snake my sheets.”

 “Well, someone has to go first!” Angelina hissed. 

 The three of you continued your argument in low voices, none of you wanting to be the first to face Fred and George's wrath. You were so caught up in your conversation that you didn’t even notice the figure behind you until they cleared their throat.

 You all screamed and you tripped over Angelina, causing you all to tumble down the few last stairs. The second you made it to the bottom, you felt a warm, gooey liquid dripping down your head. Reaching your hand up to touch it, you saw that it was a green goop that was now covering you and your friends. 

 Laughter erupted from both sides of you. The person who had been standing behind you, who you now realized was George, was holding Colin Creevey’s camera and snapping a picture. Fred, standing practically over top of you, was doubled over clutching his stomach from laughing so hard.

 You sighed and looked down, already defeated. “Happy birthday, Freddie.”

 “I think you mean,” he said through giggles, “happy April Fools’ Day!”

 Angelina and Alicia were shooting daggers at the twins, who were still laughing and snapping photos.

 “This makes quite the pretty picture, doesn’t it Freddie?” George asked, showing him the camera.

 “Ah, yes it does! Y/N, you look beautiful as ever darling, even covered in goo.”

 You put your hands out, expected for him to help you stand up. Once he hoisted you to your feet you threw your arms around him, wiping as much substance as you could onto his clothes. 

 “Hey!” he said, trying to escape your death grip. 

 “What?” you asked innocently. “Can’t a girl hug her friend on his birthday?” You emphasized your words by grabbing some goo from your hair and reaching up to ruffle his, spreading it through his ginger locks. 

 “You’re a handful, love,” he said, finally giving up on escaping the revenge. 

 “But you can handle me, can’t you?” You winked at him and let him go, turning around to see George pinned to the ground by Angelina, face covered in green. 

 “I give, I give! I’m sorry!” She got off of him and offered him a hand up. You looked around at everyone to see that you all were a mess, covered head to two in Fred and George’s prank. 

 “Well,” said Alicia, “this is not how I wanted my morning to go, but I didn’t expect anything less. I’m gonna go get changed.”

 “Me too,” said Angelina and George nodded as well, heading to their respective dorms. 

 This left only you and Fred. Your heart started pounding. How were you supposed to flirt even more than you usually did? Were you supposed to make a move, maybe confess your feelings?

“I, umm, I have your present upstairs,” you said finally. “It’s not very good, but I can go grab it for you now if you’d like. After I’m clean that is.”

He bumped your shoulder with his, making your heart beat even faster. “I’m sure I’ll adore it, love. And actually, I was wondering if I could ask you something?”

“Yeah, of course, what is it?”

Fred avoided eye contact, fidgeting with his messy uniform. “Umm, why don’t we hang out today and I can tell you then. We could maybe, go on a picnic for lunch? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

A large grin grew on your face, spreading slowly but surely. Maybe you didn’t have to be the one to make a move after all. “Of course I want to, Freddie! It’ll be fun.”

“Great!” he said relieved. “I’ll see you then.”

You nodded as he ran to catch up with George. As soon as he left the common room you nearly fell over, having to hold onto a wall to keep yourself up. You sprinted to your room, mind racing with exactly what you were going to wear this afternoon. 

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“Hey, love,” Fred called from across the entrance hall. “You look great.”

You blushed a little, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and trying to subtly look him up and down. Fred had dressed a little nicer than usual for your picnic, which made you feel better about putting in so much effort yourself. 

He came over and grabbed your hand in his, linking your fingers together and pulling you out the door. You wished your hands weren’t so clammy, and you hoped that Fred couldn’t tell. 

He took you to a secluded part of the courtyard, the corner where most kids would go to make out. Was that what was happening? Did he want to kiss you?

Fred spread out a blanket and opened the picnic basket, containing both of your favorite foods. 

“Looks so good Freddie,” you said. “Snuck into the kitchen again, didn’t you?”

“What can I say,” he shrugged. “Guy’s gotta eat.”

“You said like Ron.”

“Don’t ever insult me like that again, woman, or I will never speak to you”

You rolled your eyes at him and leaned back on your elbows. “Having Fred Weasley actually leave me alone for five minutes? That would be absolutely horrible. What would I do, not being able to hear about your pranks and projects?”

He leaned forward to tickle your sides, making you flail around and kick him away. “You’d be so desperate for me back, you’d probably lock yourself in your room all day.”

“Oh I’m sure,” you replied, sarcasm dripping from your tongue. 

The two of you continued to eat and talk, mostly about his plans for his birthday and how he was going to terrorize his mum once he got home for the summer because he could now legally do magic outside of Hogwarts. After what felt like forever of laughing and rolling around on the blanket and grass, your curiosity was finally getting the best of you. 

“Alright Fred, enough’s enough,” you said, turning partly serious. “Why did you ask me out here with you?”

Fred got nervous once again, grabbing some more food to shove in his mouth to buy him some time before answering. 

“I’m waiting. What, you wanted to ask me out but got too nervous? Huh, is that it?” You were completely joking, but Fred didn’t seem to correct you. He just turned to you and gave you a small nod, shocking you to your core. 

“What?” you asked, needing clarification. 

“Uh, well, Y/N, there’s something important I need to say.” He looked jumpy and excitable, but there was also a cocky gleam in his eye, which was always present with the boy. “I’m madly in love with you. I have been since we were 15, and I just needed to let you know. I want to hold you and kiss you and grow old with you, my darling princess. Will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

You sat there in complete surprise. This couldn’t be real, could it? Fred Weasley had loved you since you were 15? The tingles you always got when he said something to yo couldn’t compare to what you were feeling now.

Fred opened his mouth in a wide grin about to say something, when you cut him off with a hug. “Oh Freddie, you don’t understand how happy that makes me! I’ve loved you for forever, you’re perfect. Of course I’ll be your girlfriend.”

You held him tighter, burying your face in his neck and soaking in the feeling of being Fred’s girlfriend. But Fred had a completely different feeling running through him. 

He made eye contact with George, who was hiding in the bushes with his camera ready. He mouthed a question but Fred just shook his head in confusion. This wasn’t supposed to happen. 

You were supposed to laugh at him, become super uncomfortable. Fred knew that you only saw him as a friend and flirted with him jokingly. He’d never in a million years expect for you to confess your feelings back to him. 

He didn’t know what to do. You were just so open and vulnerable, confessing everything you’d been holding back. So, acting against George’s frantic suggestions, he completed the hug, resting his head on the top of yours.

What was he supposed to do? You were his best friend, he couldn’t bear to see you get hurt. How was he supposed to tell you, that this was all an April Fools?

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Colin Creevey x Reader

Everywhere you go, you hear the snap snap of Colin Creevey's camera. I mean the kid is cute, but you could only put up with so much. And if he wasn't taking pictures of you, he was taking them of Harry Potter. You're not sure which one he has more pictures of.

You hear the irritating snap snap of Colin's camera.

"Creevey, if you know what's good for you, you'll stop taking pictures of me!"

Snap. Snap.

"Ugh!"

You stomp in the opposite direction. You end up stomping into the court yard. Up ahead, you see the Malfoy git and his croonies stationed at the tree. Malfoy thinks he's so high and mighty, so he's in the tree.

You try to slink past and not start anything.

"Hey (L/N)! How does it feel to not be wanted?"

"What crap are you spouting now Malfoy?"

He smirks down at you. "I was just wondering how it felt to not be wanted. I mean, my parents want me."

You're adopted because your biological parents neglected you. And of course, Malfoy, your enemy, has to remind you of it all the time.

"And what do they want you for? To be a Death Eater. And my parents chose me. Your parents are stuck with you."

He's no longer smirking. "Well, they're Muggle- lovers. Of course they'd take in filth like you. They're the only ones that want you, you filthy Mudblood."

You clench your fists and take a few steps towards him. His eyes widen in fear and Crabbe and Goyle try to act intimidating, flexing their biceps. You stop advancing and just stand there fuming.

"You know what, Malfoy? No matter how much I want to punch you in the throat right now, you're not worth a detention. You're not worth anything, frankly."

You make a big show of stomping off, but as soon as Malfoy can't see you, you take off into a dead sprint. You end up at the Black Lake, pacing and fuming.

Snap. Snap*

"Not in the mood, Creevey," you growl.

"What's wrong, (Y/N)?"

"What isn't wrong?! I mean, my parents didn't want me, why do I expect others to? My parents are supposed to be the first people that love me. If they can't, who can? I've already figured out that no one wants me, but that Malfoy git has to put salt in the wound, doesn't he? He says his parents want him. But for what? To be a bloody Death Eater!" you explode.

You're crying by the time you're done.

Snap. Snap.

"Really?! Now is not the time to be taking frickin pictures!" you screech.

"Yeah, it is. It's not every day that you see an angel cry."

You laugh humorlessly. "Yeah, right."

He puts down his camera, which is really odd. You've never seen him without that blasted thing. He walks over to you and wipes away your tears and then hugs you.

He whispers in your ear, "What you've said isn't true, you know. Just because two people don't want you, doesn't mean you should deny the rest of the world your love."

You bawl onto his shouder. "But no one wants me, Colin. No one. Do you know how many people have told me that?"

"Malfoy doesn't count. He's so miserable that he has to make you miserable. That's only because you have something he doesn't: hope."

You pull back from his wet shoulder and look at him.

"Oh, yeah? Tell me one person that wants me!"

"Me," he whispers then kisses you.

"The reason I take so many pictures of you is because you're beautiful and you give me hope. Every picture I take of you shows me your strength. Some show your love, compassion, anger, jealousy, and all other sorts of emotions. And I'm jealous of that. I've wanted to end myself multiple times because I hadn't found a reason for emotion yet. Now I have: you. You cause so many emotions in me, (Y/N). I can't describe the half of them. I want your strength. You're so strong everyday and I want a little of that. And here you thought I was making some kind of shrine of you."

You smile through your tears.

"Wow, Colin. That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."

"Well I love you. I can't hurt the person I love. Well, not intentionally."

He leans in and kisses you again. You pull back and rest your forehead on his. You look into his beautiful blue eyes and see everything you've been missing.

"You know what, Colin? I love you too."