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jomiddlemarch · 18 days

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VII. It was a balancing act, looking after Hermione. On the one hand, he was well-aware she was an intelligent and competent adult witch, capable of making her own decisions, entitled to plenty of time and space to herself.

On the other hand, she rarely made decisions with her own best interest as the chief concern, she had never learned how to use leisure time for actual leisure or leisurely activities that weren’t productive and/or virtuous, and she had an isolative streak that made her choice of familiar understandable. There was only so much one could do for her and it was especially challenging for Draco to be the one doing.

However, he’d told her he’d look after her and no matter what anyone thought, he did not break promises or fail to fulfil the terms of an agreement.

Which meant that on a chilly Sunday morning, when he found her at the kitchen table with a towering stack of essays in front of her and another at her feet instead of tucked up in bed or lolling on the sofa with tea, pastries, and a chunky Muggle paperback, he didn’t hesitate.

“Accio Professor Granger’s essays,” he said, pitching his voice loud enough to call the parchment to him without startling her unduly.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she said. She was seated, so she could put her hands on her hips but the gesture was quite present in her tone. It was impressive. She was undoubtedly not startled in the slightest.

“Grading your fifth and, unless I’m mistaken, seventh year Arithmancy class mid-term exams. I don’t even know why you have a fifth year class, you were only supposed to be teaching that tutorial but I imagine Minerva did her version of begging with all the shortbread and her plaid robe,” he said. Hermione nodded. “You must have a rubric—”

“I must?”

“You’re Hermione Granger, you wouldn’t grade without a rubric,” he said.

“Did Neville tell you that?” she asked.

“Give me some credit. I didn’t need him to tell me,” Draco said.

“So he did,” Hermione replied.

“Scorpius too. The students appreciate it, although the Slytherins and Gryffindors both feel the rubrics are overly detailed,” he said.

“I was frustrated by how arbitrary our educational experience was,” she said.

“It didn’t help how they all played favorites,” Draco said. “McGonagall obviously, but Snape was a terror.”

“He’d had a lot to answer for, if he hadn’t also been a double-agent Dumbledore was willing to manipulate within an inch of his life after failing him abysmally when he was a student himself,” Hermione said. “It doesn’t bear thinking about, how he treated Neville.”

“Agreed. Though you seem to be following in his footsteps when it comes to the length of your assignments. Merlin’s manky knickers, these essays are long,” Draco said.

“Manky knickers?”

“Scorpius told me that was au courant, so to speak, but I admit, it may sound more appropriate from a fourteen year old,” Draco smiled.

“I don’t tell them they’ve got to give me twelve feet. I just say that they may,” Hermione said.

“They have done, most of them it would seem,” he said. “You’ll run yourself into the ground grading these—”

“I’m fine,” she said.

“You’re not and you won’t. I’ll see to them,” he said. He was hoping his expression and tone would convey a respectful but conclusive end-of-discussion, but Hermione was used to being the one ending discussions and looked at him skeptically. Her color was better though—it seemed she found arguing with him invigorating.

“How will you get through them? You don’t even know what they’re about,” she said.

“I’ll run a few charms, apply the rubric, leave a few pithy Professor Granger-esque comments,” he said. “I’m thinking along the lines of Extremely detailed, good use of references, tickety-boo.”

“I have never and would never write Tickety-boo on a student’s essay,” she said. “In a fit of whimsy, I might say it was Excalibur, a little pun on excellence and caliber—”

“I got it,” he said. “It’s painful. A Weasley wouldn’t even make a pun that gruesome. Maybe you should start writing tickety-boo.”

“It seems I’m not writing anything at the moment,” she said. “I’m not sure what to do with myself in the meantime.”

“I am,” Draco said, fishing a small bundle from his vest pocket, setting it an arm’s length from Hermione on the table, and flicking his wand in its direction. “Engorgio liborum.”

“Cleopatra’s alembic,” Hermione breathed. Draco grinned. He’d been hoping for awed surprise as her response. “What did you do?”

“Rather, the salient question is what have I procured for you?” he said. “Books. An excessive number, none of them relevant to your work. Leisure reading, it’s called.”

“There’s so many,” she said softly.

“Yes. I started with classics, the entire collection of Austen’s works, Gaskill’s Wives and Daughters, and then I added some modern choices—you needn’t feel any excessive guilt, all of those,” he said, pointing to one stack of paperbacks, “are written by an English professor at a university in New York and those over there are by a former clerk to a US Supreme Court judge. You can Transfigure the covers if you prefer, it’s entirely your business what you read.”

“They’re all romances,” she said.

“You indicated they’re a guilty pleasure, though I don’t think you ought to feel guilty about them or any other pleasure. I paid attention,” he said. Before she could start in on him for his advocacy of hedonism, especially as it pertained to her and him, he spoke again. “I did add in Sayers’ Gaudy Night, because if you haven’t read it, you must, it was written for you, and I can’t take the credit for knowing that. Pansy recommended it—”

“Pansy Parkinson?”

“Pansy Parkinson Finch-Fletchley,” Draco said. “She spends more of her time passing as an aristo Muggle than being a proper witch, but her family didn’t come out well on the other side of things. She’s an antiques dealer, they have a son who bears an unfortunate resemblance to a red-billed stork they’ve saddled with the name Peregrine and he’s been sent to some place called Harriot or Herring instead of Wizarding school. Wouldn’t even consider Beauxbatons.”

“Harrow. They sent him to Harrow. You may have broken me with this,” Hermione said, laughing helplessly. “The books and Pansy and Peregrine-the-stork—”

“Crane might be more apt, come to think of it,” Draco said.

“Broken, I said,” she gasped.

“Hardly,” he said. “Not how you’re made.”

“You’re overestimating me,” she said, speaking in her normal tone again.

“No,” he said. “I know you better than you think. There’s a difference. Now you ought to let me get to work grading these essays. The sofa and your novels await.”

Two hours later, she set a steaming mug of tea beside his left hand and briefly squeezed his hunched shoulder. If he hadn’t been half-dazed from reading the essays, he would have had a more pronounced response to her touch, the first time he could recall her initiating physical contact between them. However, the rambling lengths of parchment had nearly done him in.

“You do this every week? These are excruciating,” he said.

“Yes, but they’re learning. We were excruciating back then too. It wasn’t just being a double-agent under a crushing load of guilt and stocking the infirmary’s potions for Dumbledore to use that budget for the Order of the Phoenix that made Snape so exhausted,” she said.

“I would have said snarky,” Draco replied. “Biting. Derisive. And he was my Head of House and obviously favored us.”

“He did have a mouth on him, didn’t he?” she said nostalgically. “And when he was really put out, you could hear the Manchester in him. Drink the tea. I added a lot of honey.”

“For strength?” Draco asked. “Once more unto the breach and all that?”

“Because you like it sweet,” she said. “You can tell Pansy she was right. I’m loving Gaudy Night.”

“I thought you’d start with Austen,” he said.

“Those are old friends. I thought I’d try something new,” she said.

#dramione #draco x hermione #hogwarts professors #hurt/comfort #mostly just comfort #grading someone else's papers as a love language #tea and sympathy #romance #slow burn #references to Pansy Parkinson #discussion of Snape #So Many Romance Novels #widower!draco #posted on AO3

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saintchaser · 9 months

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marauders era unpopular opinions, once more

i really don’t like fanon regulus. i don’t like him being helpless and kind and a sirius variant. he’s morally grey, leaning towards morally dark, he’s selfish, he agreed to his parents’ and voldemort’s ideologies, having joined the death eaters most likely by his own will (unlike draco malfoy). but obviously, everyone is allowed to characterise characters the very way they want to

and while we’re on it, i don’t like evan and barty either, for the same reason. maybe i would, if they were realistically characterised (i LOVE reading morally grey or morally dark(er) characters), and once again, i believe that just because one likes a character, that doesn’t always mean that the character is a good person

and continuing on the same topic, the sunshine james potter, although being a topic that i like and delved deeper into myself, is nice, but i would also love to see more of arrogant, spoiled james potter, too

not liking severus snape and peter pettigrew but liking evan, barty and regulus is kind of hypocritical

i don’t like jegulus

i also don’t like the casanova, bad boy characterisation of remus, and the helpless, needy characterisation of sirius either. to me, they’re out of character, overly done and absolutely not enjoyable

and because i earlier mentioned severus snape, i think he’s an interesting character, actually. that doesn’t make him a good person (once again, i believe him to be morally grey, too) and i can’t call myself a lover of his, however i find his story and character very interesting and compelling

i don’t like a lot of the wolfstar dynamics in current fandom

“we need more content about the girls!” literally do it yourself. please. whenever i write content about the men, i get a wave of new followers, and whenever i post about the non-men, suddenly i have tebs of people unfollowing me. oh, and my posts about the men have twice or thrice the notes of the other ones

sirius > regulus

and speaking of which, sirius is such an interesting character, and he was reduced by many people to nothing, or whatever is relevant to the plot

james would pick sirius over regulus any time, with literally no hesitation

i don’t care about popular fics (read or don’t read, i generally don’t read popular fics to be honest), however i do care about the way creators, especially writers, are treated in this fandom. i made a few posts about this topic, feel free to ask me to link them to you, but the way some people feel entitled to fic and fandom content is horrible

“x is the female version of— !” please stop. i’m going to stop you right here.

stop tagging jegulus and wolfstar and other mlm ships with wlw and nmlnm tags, for god’s sake. you’re just clogging the tag, and if i came looking for a certain ship, that’s what i’m going to expect to find. besides, why would you tag jegulus with, say, pandalily, when jegulus is by far more popular?

jegulus < jily

#feel free to ask and discuss any of these opinions with me as long as you are being respectful #anti regulus black #anti barty crouch jr #anti barty crouch junior #anti evan rosier #anti jegulus #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #peter pettigrew #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #lily evans #mary macdonald #severus snape #marauders era unpopular opinions

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extra-venomous-tentacula · 3 months

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Oh, hey, quick question for the classroom. Might be silly.

So, Dumbledore made Lupin a Prefect to keep the other Marauders in check.

Which means he was very well aware of the bullying issue (how could he not be, really?).

He has also been shown to pick/not pick Prefects based on more than mere academic achievement and rule-abiding on their part, but also for more subjective reasons (such as Ron becoming a prefect as a confidence boost for the kid with five older, successful siblings, Lupin as a buffer for his friends, etc).

Now, my question is: why didn't he make Snape a Prefect, too?

It would be the logical, practical course to follow. If one is actually intentioned to put an end to the issue at hand, that is.

It would be a teachable moment for Snape, too, if you will. Being given just a little of power and confidence could've made all the difference to a kid who had no control of his circumstances whatsoever.

(And I don't want to hear "yeah but he would've taken points off unfairly, based on bias"... Draco was a Prefect, too, and did exactly that. Ron ignored the twin's antics. Points don't matter in the grand scheme of things).

Just my two cents, could honestly be wrong.

#severus snape #pro snape #has this been discussed? like im honestly curious #i don't know if im not taking things into account or if it's just dumbledore being biased again

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impossible3girl · 8 days

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What do you do when a James Stan/Snater tells you, you should read the books because you like Snape, and you tell them you have, but you like him despite his flaws and for being such a complex character and James is actually worse and less complex... but then they come at you with reasons for hating Snape that are based on scenes in the book but actually don't happen like this in the books or show that they don't have any critical reading skills? Like based on them telling me I should read the books I really thought they have read the books...

Long story short, I actually answered my own question by blocking them, but I told them already beforehand that if they comment anything more about James on my post I would block them.

#severus snape #severus snape fan #pro severus snape #severus snape fandom #tik tok discussion #snaters are weird #what are these people on that makes them this delusional?#I would care less if they would just stop comming at my posts

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seriousbrat · 3 months

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imo it's not so hard to accept that SWM takes place after the prank. I mean it is canon so too bad but it makes complete sense to me. there's no evidence the prank was some big life-altering character development moment for any of the characters involved and that they all learnt their various lessons. in fact we see that they don't. in SWM the marauders are clearly still tormenting Sev. In Sev's conversation with Lily post-prank he's still just as obsessed with the marauders and exposing their secrets as ever, if not more. he doesn't consider what lily's saying at all because he's too focused on his hatred towards them.

my hc is that sirius (rather masterfully) used reverse psychology on sev to get him to go down the willow. Sev isn't stupid, he wouldn't have let himself willingly be led into a trap by his worst enemies. I think Sirius probably "let it slip" and then "backtracked" and acted like Snape wouldn't be brave enough to go down there anyway and that he should just forget it. I doubt Sirius directly told him to go down the willow, I think cleverly he told him not to, knowing that Sev would do so anyway (not that this makes a difference ethically bc his intent is still clear, but anyway. this isn't about who is morally better because idgaf honestly lol, I'm just trying to work through their mindsets)

the marauders received no real consequences for the prank, so why would they learn their lesson? Objectively you can't really punish someone for telling someone not to do something if they do it anyway. Not particularly fair, but still. Which brings me to Sev's responsibility in the matter (which yes, does exist imo) we're shown that he was obsessed with finding out what the marauders were up to and particularly obsessed with Remus's secret. Yes, this is understandable given how they treated him, but absolutely not healthy and he still chose to go down there, whether out of pride, greed, curiousity, vindictiveness. He obv was manipulated but there's a reason he was so easily manipulated. As I said previously, his obsession with revenge is what causes him to be blind to lily's feelings.

James rescuing him wasn't some moment of epiphany about how bullying is bad actually. It was just a fundamental part of James's character already. He would never have let him die regardless of how he felt about him.

All of this makes SWM the PEAK moment of hatred between Sev and the Marauders, which explains a lot of their responses. Sirius and James hate Sev more than ever for trying to expose Remus. Sev, justifiably, hates them more than ever for trying to kill him (and he ropes James into this, which is incorrect but understandable in his position)

James "deflating his head" probably wasn't just based on one event in particular. He just grew up and learned what was more important- being a good person, fighting against voldemort. But Sev also had growing up to do of his own during this time. As I talked about in in this post yesterday I think post-swm Sev was beginning to realise that his lack of control over his emotional responses (calling lily a mudblood out of humiliation, for example) was dangerous both to lily and to himself.

Yeah they still hated each other and attacked each other in seventh year. There's too much bad blood there to do anything else. I've talked about the dynamic between Sev and James here and how that might have developed as they grew older. I honestly find it extremely interesting, I could go on about these two for hours rip. My point is that the development of these characters into adults wasn't instant or linear, it was messy and rough. people don't usually change overnight, it happens slowly over time because they have to.

#anyway another day of me writing walls of text about severus snape #i just saw a discussion about it and people were saying it made no sense for the prank to come before swm #but it does tho #also pls i'm not interested in who is a more terrible person. i love all my children equally #(earlier that day: i don't care for remus)#im jk. kind of #severus #meta #long post #sorry! lmao this is just very present in my fic rn so i have a lot of thoughts

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slytherwrites · 10 months

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Hello, I hope I am not disturbing you. Your writings are great. If you are getting requests, can you write for yandere husband Pollux Black, Crygnus Black, Orion Black, Alphard Black, Severus Snape, Gellert Grindelwald, Aberfort Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore? Please

You're not bothering me at all! I love requests! Here are your husbands lol

Characters: Pollux Black, Cygnus Black, Orion Black, Alphard Black, Severus Snape, Gellert Grindelwald, Aberforth Dumbledore, and Albus Dumbledore

TWs: Yandere Content, implications of forced sex, implications of forced pregnancy

Pollux Black

There was no denying it. Pollux was drunk out of his mind.

He'd always carried himself with guilt. A twin who's brother died in the womb. The firstborn son of his father, thus complicit in whatever he wanted, in order to keep his place in the family. He was man who's back was so spineless that it should've curled in on himself already. A disappointment, not proving himself better than Arcturus and not securing the switch in power between his branch of the family and Arcturus'.

But he was you husband, and you had to stick by his side.

"Baby," He crooned in you ear, "You know I love you. You know your the only one for me."

"I am aware."

"Oh, darling I need you, there's no one else for me." He continues, "Love is just what keeps me going. And love is just you in that dress."

"Is that some song?"

"Loving you is just what I do best..."

You take the cup from his hand and slip him out of his formal robes. The reception is over. Cassiopeia got out of this family and is married to someone who loves her. You wish you could say the same.

"It's how I feel, darling." Pollux continues, "I can't stand to see people around you."

"I'm all yours, Pollux." You tell him, "I'm all yours."

"When are you going to act like it then." He whines as more layers get removed between the two of you. You've holed up in the main manor, in one of the side rooms. Pollux is too drunk to apparate or use the floo network. And nobody in the Black Family would dare be seen riding the Knight Bus.

"I do act like it." You tell yourself, "I'm yours, Pollux."

"You don't say I love you. You recoil from my touch. You refuse to call me anything other than my first name." Pollux's tone gets serious, "You don't act like you love me."

"I love you." You tell him.

He grabs your shoulders and throws you onto the bed with him, "Then start acting like it."

"Pollux—" You tried to put some distance between the two of you, "Pollux, wait."

"No." His tone was much more sober, even if he was still slurring his words, "No. You are mine. Quit acting like you're not."

"Please—" You start but he interrupts you, "No! No. You are my wife. You shall act like it."

"I do!" You try to get back onto your feet, "I do!"

"I am your husband and you are my wife." He says, "We shall be one. We shall grow ourselves—our family."

What he means dawns on you and you know that this was always a part of your marriage contract, but you believed that by the time it happened, you'd be in love with him.

You tried and your tried but the light are off and the curtain is closing. This performance is over and act two's about to begin. This time, with a proper pureblood family from the two of you.

Cygnus Black

Cygnus was raised as a righteous man. He has a duty to the family—to live long and prosper. And he wanted to do that with you. Second-born son of the second-born line, he wasn't close to leading the family, even in his wildest dreams.

But he could lead his own family. And he wanted to create that family and that legacy with you and you alone.

"Spin." Your dress robes shimmered with the brightness of the stars themselves, the glimmer bouncing off of them in the waves of your turns, shining as bright as you do.

You don't say anything to him as he takes in your figure. You need to be perfect for him. It is your wedding day, after all.

"Muggles wait to see what they're partner is wearing until they are right in front of them." Cygnus notes, "What fools they are."

"How do you know what muggles do at weddings?" You try to laugh, tease him so that this moment isn't as daunting for you.

"Because I do." Cygnus growls, "Don't question your husband."

"You're not my husband yet." You laugh weakly for your own sake. Cygnus has always been quick to anger, quick to contempt. Hopefully you're quicker—especially than he is at action.

"Look at me." He grabs your arm and squeezes until all of the blood rushes from the hold, "You do not question me. I am your husband. It would behoove you to learn that quickly."

"Alright." You rub your wrist, comforting yourself, "I understand."

"I'll train you up. Don't worry." He says, "You'll learn before our children are born. You'll be an optimal parent. You'll be the perfect spouse. I'll make sure of it."

Somehow, you silently note, that you know that you'll never be as perfect as he needs, no matter how much he teaches and you endure.

Orion Black

Orion Black looked at you with a gaze so sharp it could pierce your body and soul. His straight black hair was combed neatly. His eyes were concrete grey and he kept his face just with the hints of what his beard could be if he didn't shave it regularly. His suit was crisp and clean and his shoes shined like motor oil.

He was well dressed and angry at something. And he was looking at you to fix it.

You took the initiative, silently accio-ing a bottle and a glass, pouring him a drink and then handing it to him. "Rough day?"

He takes the glass you offer, "News you won't like."

"What is it?" You ask, "I can handle it."

"I know, darling. You're so strong for me." Orion takes a sip of the drink and bridges the gap between the two of you, taking your hands into his, "They know the gender of Druella's baby."

The realization dawns on you, "Another girl."

"Yes," He offers you a sympathetic smile, "You've always been bright."

"I don't think coming to that conclusion took much brain power."

"I talked with my grandfather. He's expecting us to pick up the slack."

"Have the heir." You fill in.

Orion nods.

"No." You put your foot down, "That was the deal. I was to stay with you, play the perfect Black Family Wife and I would remain financed, protected, and untouched."

"That was if Cygnus was able to have a male heir." Orion says, "Do you think that I want to go back on that arrangement?"

"Then don't!"

"And have Bellatrix be the next Head of the Black Family?" Orion asks, "I'm already set up to be heir. It was always expected of me."

"It's not going to be expected of me."

"Yes it was." Orion's grip tightens, "We are already wed. You are mine. You cannot leave. Now you can do this the easy way, or I'll imperio you."

"You wouldn't."

He looks you in the eye and reaches for his wand. He doesn't say the words outright, but you made a deal with the devil so he wouldn't hurt you further. And maybe you will have to slide back on that deal a bit. But if you didn't, he'd take it painfully. And he would feel as if he could take more and more out of you.

You can keep some semblance of control this way. And what's one kid in the grand scheme of things?

Alphard Black

Alphard Black loved you to the moon and back. He was Hephaestus and you were Aphrodite, but like the mythical husband and wife, you were not loyal.

No, you'd found your Ares.

A muggleborn, in fact. Some man in the French Ministry of Magic who's been in Britain working on a project. Alphard didn't care who he was or what he done, except for when it was with you.

He used muggle means of subduing him. He's always been fascinated in the magicless. After all, he took you as his wife, even after his family threatened him.

It took all of his convincing to prove that you'd be a good partner, despite being a squib. You can still produce magical children after all. And he's not of the main line anyways.

But you had to go and fuck it up, didn't you?

He has your man tied up in a chair in the parlor, stripped of his wand and his clothing. He was still out cold and you came running when your darling husband told you oh, so sweetly that he had a surprise for you.

He stands over and behind your passed out lover. He's able to see your face when you notice what's gone on. And he can see the horror on your face as you see his manic smile.

"Alphie... what did you do?" You take a step closer, kneeling in front of your lover, "Alphie! What are you doing!"

"Don't Alphie me, sweetheart." He replies, "I saved you from a horrid life in the muggle world and this is how you repay me? By fucking some muggleborn swine!"

"Alphie, it's not what you think..."

"No, baby, it is what I think." He says, "I've been working and you've had a bit too much free time. So you took a man who would give you that attention. I'm sorry, darling. But I'll give you the attention you deserve."

"Alphie, please!" You try to reason with him, but he grabs a knife, "You can't do this!"

"Oh but I can. Knife to the head, incendio for the corpse, and aguamenti to put out the flames. It's simple, really."

You try to run to your lover, standing with him so that if Alphard was to light him ablaze, he'd have to do so to you as well. But Alphard casts a spell you don't recognize and you fall to the floor as you loose consiousness.

You come too as the fire dies down. Your lover no more than ashes. Alphard has himself pressed against your back, arms around your waist. He's singing the song at your wedding and it dawns on you:

You can never escape. You will never escape. The world that you admired so much and was desperate to be a part of you had a chokehold on you so strong that you were unable to leave it, even if you wanted to.

Severus Snape

You were in this marriage for your own personal protection.

The Snape name wasn't known as a Wizarding name just yet, but Severus was a halfblood. He could trace his lineage.

You could not, on account of being a muggleborn.

Honestly, with how Severus acted, you'd wished a death eater would take you out already. It wasn't nearly as torturous as being the wife to such an insufferable man.

"Darling," His slow manner of speaking irritated you, as if you couldn't handle him speaking any faster than this, "You mustn't linger about like that. You seem unhappy."

"And what if I am unhappy?"

"With the favor I have provided you?" He asks, "It would be foolish of you."

"Then call me a fool."

In all honesty, he was right. Staring out the window in the muggle home the two of you shared wasn't healthy for you. It only served to remind you of the home and happiness that you have since lost.

You change the subject, "How is your lord faring?"

"Better, now that he's decided on whomst his biggest threat is."

"Not Albus Dumbledore?"

"No, not Albus Dumbledore." Severus won't tell you more than that and you do not push the matter.

"Anything interesting in the potions you've been making?"

"No." He replies, "It is all the basics for getting a potions mastery. I will have to show it to the Potions Mastery Committee, down at the Ministry."

"You're heading into London?"

"I was planning on flooing, actually."

"Pick me up a new book." You turn to look at him, seeing him flip through the pages of his own book, "I've finished the last in that series and I want something of a similar author."

"Alright." He replies, not looking up at you. You look at his face, still ever-present in his book.

You suppose that he could be worse. He could be active in this situation, not just complacent in your slow torment under this roof. He could lay an unjust hand on you. He could treat you like the other wives of Death Eaters.

There is a mercy in how he acts. There is love in his distance.

You could reciprocate it, you could let it grow and blossom. But for now, you let the waves splash softly against the sand that is the foundation of your relationship with the man.

Gellert Grindelwald

Gellert Grindelwald doesn't love you.

The truth of the matter is that he's never loved anyone, only having obsessions. And, for all of his life, he's only been obsessed with two individuals: Albus Dumbledore—and you.

The fact that you have something in common with Albus Dumbledore makes you laugh. Him, one of the greatest wizards of all time, and you, a witch with so much self-loathing you almost formed an obscurus.

Almost, being the key word. For Gellert Grindelwald made it certain that you would not succumb to this deadly affliction, that you would find love within yourself and the world and its magic, so that you would keep on living.

And, it was all so he can keep you funneled away, hidden from the rest of the world in a small flat near Godric's Hollow.

It's embarrassing really, how quickly you fell for him. And yet, he does not love you, even after all that he did to make you love him.

You just stare off into the fireplace, awaiting his arrival. Because he's the only thing that keeps you from slipping into that state again. He's the only thing that brings you joy.

Aberforth Dumbledore

Aberforth wasn't the gloriest of husbands you could of had.

In all honesty, you befriended him to get closer to Albus. That was the real catch, your mother told you. Handsome, intelligent, hardworking—the world was falling at his feet and you could've been the woman smiling by his side, perfectly cared for and content while he tool the Wizarding World by storm.

But Aberforth had to actually take a liking to you, one he took violently, one that tarnished your reputation afterwards.

One thing lead to another and there was a child between the two of you. Aberforth made you an honest woman and you got yourself stuck with a child you didn't want, a job you hated, and a husband you hated even more.

At least nobody cares about what you did, out of wedlock. It's been decades now. You and Aberforth are over a century old. So is Albus.

And even if you can't call Albus Dumbledore yours, you still get to be near him and bask in his intellect. You two are friends, even if you always wanted to be something more.

Albus Dumbledore

He was an odd man. Never violent, even if you wished he would be.

He was kind, wise, put love as the forefront of everything, even though you didn't love him.

You didn't even like him. No, you were filled with pure, unadulterated hatred for your husband.

He's a gentle man. Smart, intelligent, caring. He keeps to himself on most occasions and lets you roam the walls of Hogwarts freely, just like you did, when the two of you were students.

You remember him well, you suppose. Back then, he wasn't like this. Back then, he was easier to endure. Back then, your dislike of him was validated.

Now, he's the war hero and headmaster of the greatest wizarding school in the world. He's saved countless of lives and mentored everyone who's walked through the walls of Hogwarts for the past century or so.

And it's exhausting, staying by his side. You're expected to be a proud person, prideful in your husband's work and all he has done, joyful in how the Dumbledore name has flourished and grateful for the man you've married.

But you are not here willingly. You would not have joined his side by choice.

You honestly hope Minister Fudge finds a way to oust him. Maybe his crimes in the wars will be released. Maybe he'll keel over and die already.

Because being the partner to such a perfect man is exhausting. Especially when you're the only one who sees all of his flaws.

#yandere hp #yandere alphard black #yandere pollux black #yandere cygnus black #yandere orion black #yandere severus snape #yandere gellert grindlewald #yandere aberforth dumbedore #yandere albus dumbledore #i'm not too familiar with fanon interpretations of these characters so if something seems off that's why #some of these are more fem aligned than others that's just how the cookie crumbles i guess #vaguely fantastic beasts canon with this because ive only seen the first one and seen discussions of the latter two

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