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biggestxsimps · 1 year

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Secret Shambles

Garreth Weasley x Male Reader

A/N: This was requested over on our Wattpad! I'm so sorry it took me this long to finish it, I've been quite busy. I feel like a lot of it is filler so if you want, you guys can just skip to the last like 10 paragraphs. Like we've mentioned, we don't do smuts but I tried to make this as steamy as I could without going TOO far. I hope it's alright and not cringy lmao.

Warnings: It gets a little steamy the last few paragraphs, nothing too much, just a bit of a makeout.

"Y/N, I was hoping to catch you." It was a quiet evening in the Hogwarts halls, you tended to just roam around when you didn't have classes to attend to. You turn at the call of your name, coming to face the red-headed boy you had befriended. You nod his way, beckoning him to continue. "I just wanted to apologise again for what happened in Potions." You shake your head, sending him a small smile. "It's alright, I managed to get out of it." He grins at that. "I'm glad."

It had become silent, as you were just about to turn back around and continue with your day, Garreth spoke up. "I was wondering if you could help me again? I promise, no explosions this time." You chuckle at that, "What do you need this time?" You give him a playfully suspicious gaze. "He lights up at the act before carrying on. "I have an idea for a Fizzing Whizzbee-inspired beverage, but I'm missing a key ingredient."

You raise an eyebrow "Go on" "I suspect the key ingredient may be dried Billywig stings. I hear there's an abundance in the Honeydukes cellar." You slowly nod "And you want me to grab them for you?" He throws his hands up in defence. "I'd do it myself but my Aunt has her eyes on me." You shake your head as you let out a playful scoff. "Alright, but you owe me, Weasley."

"Of course." He thanks you before sending you on your way. You would worry about it in the morning, you had more pressing matters to attend to for now.

Timeskip

Your classes had ended and it was time to find Weasley's 'Key ingredient'. He had mentioned a secret passageway in Hogwarts, leading to the cellar. You had followed his directions, and soon found the one-eyed witch statue he had spoken of. You look around before climbing the step and walking behind the witch, a quiet "Dissendium" leaving your lips.

Timeskip (Don't wanna bore y'all)

After obtaining the Billywig stings, you exit the passage, quickly descending down the Grand Staircase, quickly opening the door to the Entrance Door. Garreth had perked at the sound of the creaking door, his smile widening as he saw you entering. "Evening, Garreth." His eyes glance over your figure before his eyes locked with yours. "Good evening, Y/N. I hoped I'd see you again soon."

You grin before searching your pockets, pulling out the amount of Stings he had asked for. "You found them? Incredible." He brings out his hand, your own passing the Stings to him. "Happy to help." You can't help but smile at the excited look on his face. "Thank you. I'll let you know once I've brewed my first batch of 'Fizzing-Whizz-beer'." You lightly laugh, giving him a quick nod before walking away.

Timeskip

You had always wanted to spend more time with the Gryfindor boy, but never being able to find an opportunity to talk to him alone. Doing as much as you had done this year had brought along a lot of popularity. It was good for the most part, but you'd always have constant eyes on you. Making it very difficult to talk to others about private matters. Until he had sent you on that little scavenger hunt. No one else knew of the secret tunnel (You hoped), just you and Garreth. It would be the perfect place to talk away from gawking students.

Now all you had to do was convince him to join you in a journey to the damp, dimly-lit corridors for a little alone time. Your best bet was to find him after class, so that's what you did. It was after one of your muggle studies class, you had started to walk beside him as you exited the room. "Garreth." You greet as you look over at him. Still walking next to you, he also looks your way. "Y/N! What do you need?"

His smile warms your heart as you pull him away from the crowd, stopping in an empty corridor. "Is something the matter?" You quickly shake your head. "Not at all, I wanted to speak with you in private." He nods as you continue. "Actually, this isn't really the best place." You look back at the few students now making their way to and from classes. "How about we talk later, in the passage behind the One-eyed Witch?" Your voice hushed as you mentioned the statue. "Then we'd truly be away from prying eyes." Your voice grows lower.

He looks around before nodding, stumbling upon the start of his sentence as he agrees. "I- Of course, send me an owl when you'd like me to arrive."

Timeskip

You had arrived earlier than when you told Garreth to. The place was oddly comforting as you sat on the staircase near the entrance, watching as the flames on the torches in your sight flickered and spat. It wasn't long until you heard footsteps behind you, you turned to see the cheery boy walk in. "Ah, I didn't expect you to already be here." You smile at this appearance as you pat the floor beside you. "You came on time." You state, glancing at the watch on your wrist. "I was expecting you to show up a little late."

He shrugs, taking a seat by your side. Your knees touching. "I'll be honest, I've been thinking about this encounter for a while." He chuckles. "If anything, I had to try and stop myself from arriving too early." You laugh at his honesty, your laughter dying down as you speak up "We'll I'm glad you're here, I wanted to speak to you, privately."

His green eyes lock with yours as you speak. "Please tell me if I'm getting the wrong idea here, but I'm pretty sure you feel it too." Your body starts to get closer to his. His heart starts to pound faster, he prays that the thumps aren't audible in the silent room. You don't hear it, but feel it. You hands making way to his own, before holding them. You can feel how aggressive his heart is beating, feeling his beats in your own hands.

"Stop me if I'm going too far." You whisper as you start to move your face closer to the reddening boy. "But I think you want this, just as much as I do." Your lips interlock and your hands move from his, to his body. Placing one on his waist and the other one intertwining with his hair. It took until the both of you were seeing stars, to finally part from each other and breathe.

His panting breaths mingle with your own as you rest your forehead against his. "Y/N.." His voice becomes muffled as you place your lips back onto his. His hands frantically grab at your clothes, pulling you closer as he tries to deepen the kiss. He shuffles against you, your lips leaving his as he sits upon your lap, before connecting with you once more.

A/N: I'm so sorry it cuts off there, I can't bring myself to go any further lol. I hope this is alright though!

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valentineforlemonandcherry · 2 years

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Joke’s On You

When Fred Weasley carelessly bumps into you into the hallway, you decide to take him a notch down; not by berating him, but by showing him up at his own game of using your charm and intellect to get what you want. And it’s fine if the end result doesn’t leave everyone quite satisfied - in fact, that’s what you want...

[One-Shot.][Fred Weasley x Reader.] [Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Non-Consent.] [Warning: Degradation.] [Warning: Dom/Sub Dynamics.] [Warning: Manipulation.]

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Fred Weasley made the mistake of getting your attention – in the worst way. He’d been in the middle of one of setting up his ridiculous pranks when Filch caught him. Fred raced down the hallway and ran into you. You were knocked backwards and ended up lying on the floor.

“Blimey!” Fred cursed. Hastily, he grabbed your hand and yanked you up.

“Fred Weasley,” you growled at him. “Would it kill you to watch where you’re going, for once?”

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he replied casually, clearly not in apologetic in the least. “In a bit of a situation here.”

Just then, Filch’s yell rang out behind the both of you. “Weasley, you damn trouble-maker, you get back here right now! That’s another detention for you, and a letter home!”

“Bollocks, bollocks,” Fred muttered, as he quickly looked around the hallway. Then, his eyes flashed brightly as he realized where he was. Still holding onto your hand, he pulled you into an adjacent hallway. Drawing out his wand, he tapped it on the one-eyed witch statute and whispered, “Dissendium.”

Your mouth dropped open when you saw the statute’s back opened into a small doorway.

Ducking his head down, Fred yanked you in behind him.

Heart thundering, you stayed in the secret passageway with Fred, until you heard Filch thump by, with Mrs. Norris, Filch’s cat, yowling in annoyance, as she tagged along by his side.

* * * * * * * * * *

Once the coast was clear, Fred let out a sigh of relief. “That was a close one, that was.” He turned around and looked at you. “You all right there?”

In reply, you reached up and flicked hard Fred on the forehead.

“Ow!” he cried.

“You complete idiot. Did you forget that we have an exam today in Flitwick’s class?” You pulled out your pocketwatch and looked at it. With a loud gasp, you cried, “We’ve already missed the first five minutes!”

You scowled at Fred. Only, he was grinning at you.

Your irritation rose higher than ever. You poked him hard in the chest. “This was your stupid prank, Fred Weasley. Why did you have to go and drag me into it, huh?”

“Well, why the hell didn’t you move, then? You could’ve seen me coming from a mile away, I bet. The hallway’s a straight shot, after all,” Fred retorted. He reached out and grabbing your wrist, he easily flung your hand away to stop you from prodding at him.

You were starting to get seriously angry at him. However, you had always been exceedingly clever and had rather a knack for getting your way, so instead of continuing to argue with him, you decided to get Fred Weasley back another way.

You sidled up to Fred all of a sudden and you whispered, “Well, if we’re both going to fail Charms as it is…”

“Whoa, hold on there,” Fred said, suddenly uneasy. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” you said airily. Meanwhile, you lifted your leg and slyly rubbed your shin against Fred’s. “What could we do in fifty-five minutes?”

Fred lifted his eyebrow at you. Cheekily, he replied, “That’s ambitious.”

You smirked at him. “That’s just because you’re thinking of yourself, Fred.”

Fred paused. “How’s that?”

“Boys usually cum in ten minutes,” you said knowingly. “But men… Well, men know how to keep their women cumming for hours.”

Fred’s eyes widened. He was stunned at how filthy your words were.

But you didn’t so much as bat an eyelash as you pressed your thigh against Fred’s gently and whispered, “Over…”

“And over…” You pressed your thigh against his again.

“And over again…”

Fred gulped. “You’re – uh – You’re not so innocent, are you?”

You laughed lightly. “Do you want me to be?” you asked him, not at all caring what his answer was. “Do you prefer I act like some dumb little girl who’s never had sex before?”

“No,” Fred said uncertainly.

“Good,” you replied. “‘Cause that’s not who I am.”

You reached out and ran your hands over Fred’s tie, pulling gently at it before letting your fingers slip over the silky material.

Fred stared at you, bewildered. “It’s just that I – I don’t even know why we’re talking about this stuff at all,” he confessed.

“Because…” you breathed out quietly, “I want you to get on your knees for me.”

You looked up and your eyes locked with Fred’s. He blinked and desperately tried to look away, only to find that he couldn’t.

You gave him a moment to collect his thoughts (or what was left of them, anyways), but you smirked a little when you felt his cock bulging in his pants. Now, he was the one pressing into your thigh.

You performed the final bit of your little play, as it were, by pretending to give him a choice. You let his tie go and stepped back, as you murmured, “But, only if you want to.”

Fred didn’t move. He was breathing rather heavily, with his chest going up and down. His brown eyes were wide open, pupils blown large with lust.

You shrugged. Then, you turned around and stepped towards the stone door, which you knew would slid back into the statute and open up into the school hallway.

But just as you reached out for the door, you heard a frantic scramble behind you. Footsteps sounded out, and then suddenly, Fred had collided into you.

Your hands shot out and slammed onto the stone door in front of you. The breath, too, was pushed out of you, by Fred’s hasty acceptance of your “offer.”

You allowed yourself a little smirk as you felt Fred’s chest pressing into your back. A moment later, his left hand clasped over yours. Meanwhile, his right hand impatiently found its way into the back of your skirt.

“Fred Weasley,” you said, putting on a berating tone, despite the slight breathlessness in your voice, “what do you think you’re doing? Hm? Shoving your hand down my skirt like that is not – Ah!”

Fred had carelessly pushed aside your panties and was already rubbing your cunt quite hard, for all he was worth.

“Wait, Fred, that’s not – Wait.” Reaching back with one hand, you managed to grasp his hair. You gave Fred a hard yank.

“Ow. Merlin,” Fred growled. “That fucking hurts.”

“Listen to me. That’s not how you touch a girl,” you scolded him.

“Oh, really? I’m supposed to make you cum, and you don’t want me to touch your cunt?” Fred rolled his eyes at you. “The hell gets you off then, huh? Don’t tell me you’ve got some weird kink.”

“Shut up,” you snapped. “Just go slower.”

“What?”

“Touch me slower. Build up to it. Play with my pussy,” you told him. “Don’t just shove your hand into my panties like that. Make me wet first. I want to be absolutely dripping before you even put a single finger in me, Fred Weasley”

Fred’s jaw tightened. With his pride, he was bursting to say something to you. But hearing you speak to him like that, he couldn’t deny that it was a turn-on. He found himself wanting to win by making you wet, by making you cum over and over again on his hand.

Just like that, Fred Weasley fell into your trap.

“Fine,” he said, a bit sullenly. “I’ll go slow.”

He tried to move his hand slowly against you.

You sighed. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”

Fred’s eyes turned cold. “I went slow, just like you said.”

“Well, it’s not doing anything for me,” you shot back. “Just stay still.”

Fred glowered at you. He started to take his hand away, when suddenly, you leaned over, shifting your weight to your hands, which were against the door, and you started to very slowly drag yourself up and down his hand.

“Mm.” A short, soft little moan left you as you positioned yourself just right, so that your folds would spread open against Fred’s hand. Then, you pushed your ass up a little, until it was resting against the inside of Fred’s wrist and arm. Then, you dragged yourself up and down, up and down, up and down…

Fred watched you, mesmerized. You were taking it so slow, just as you said, but the little accents you gave in your movement, the soft jerks of your hips and your ass, made your skirt flounce softly around your hips and brush up against your pretty thighs as you used his hand to rub yourself against.

“Yes,” you breathed out. You closed your eyes and bowed your head. “Mmm, yes, just like that. Just stay there. Don’t move.”

“Oh, fuck,” Fred whispered. “You are getting wet.”

“Sh,” you told him. “Don’t say anything. Just… let me use your hand.”

As much as you want, Fred found himself thinking fervently. Fuck, it’d be my pleasure to have you use me like this all day.

You started to rotate your hips, too, no longer just going up and down, but moving your hips in circles, so that Fred repeatedly caught a glimpse of your panties under your skirt as you kept going.

Fred groaned in his head. Shit, she’s making me so hard, and she’s not even doing anything to me.

“Oh, Godric,” you moaned out. Leaning forward even more to lift your ass even higher, you pressed your mouth against the back of your hand. Your voice came out muffled, as you mumbled, “Mm, g-gonna cum on y-your hand, gonna c-cum for you, F-Freddie…”

“Mm, baby,” Fred breathed out, entranced by you.

“Uhn!” A labored moan left you, as you finally made yourself cum for the first time.

“Fuck,” Fred cursed. “Pussy’s getting all soft and wet, huh?”

“Yeah,” you whispered back. “All wet. But, you know, Freddie, this is just the beginning.”

“Shit,” Fred replied hoarsely. “Baby.” His voice was all but strangled with longing for you.

Now that you were a little wet, you started to bounce your cunt against Fred’s hand ever so slightly.

Fred inhaled sharply. This was honestly getting to be too much for him. His cock was rising in his pants, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck you – only this little show you were giving him was completely irresistible. Fred was totally helpless, wanting so bad to take control and take you, and yet, finding himself utterly unable to move until you said that you were done with him, and clearly, you weren’t.

Soft, wet sounds started to sound out, as you kept bouncing yourself on his hand, with your pert little ass shifting against his arm.

In fact, Fred’s arm was starting to get sore, but he knew that he would never, ever complain. However, he did have a question for you and that was – “Can I taste you?”

You paused. Keeping your pussy flush against his hand and lying your own head down against your hands, all gathered together cutely on the door, you made the utterly sinful move of turning around to look back at Fred. Lips apart and panting a little, you blinked up at him. “What?” you asked quietly, with your voice but a mere whisper. “You want to what?”

Fred felt his heart leap into his throat, and he felt the insane urge to cum at the mere sight of you. Has she always been this…? How come I never noticed it before? Because Fred swore he could practically see your little pink heart beating away in your chest, as much as he could see your sweet and sinful eyes gazing back at him, and feel your perfect pussy getting all wet and warm on his hand. You were sitting in his palm, but Fred could feel his fingers starting to get all slick with you, too, because of how you’d rubbed yourself so well against him, using your hips so sensually…

“U-Um, taste you,” Fred choked out again. “If that’s all right…”

You stared back at him, all the while knowing full well that Fred was looking at you, taking in every part of you, and admiring your flushed cheeks and that curve in your body that appeared, accentuating your waist and hips, because you had turned to look at him. You knew, beyond a doubt, that Fred was imagining what it would be like to lay you down in this exact position on his bed, the floor, anywhere – and fuck you doggy, just like that, while he made you look back at him.

But, you thought to yourself, smirking, he’ll never know.

Instead, you whispered, “Taste me…?” as if the thought had never occurred to you.

Fred nodded. He wanted to respond firmly, to say, “yes,” but his throat had gone dry. That was exactly he needed you, needed to soothe his scorched throat with the taste of your cum.

You pretended to think it over for a moment. Then, you said, “Fine. On your knees, Weasley.”

Fred dropped to his knees at once. A small light bulb of satisfaction went off in your heart, seeing this immature, reckless, handsome, and (though you would never admit it) admirably clever and spirited young man fall to his knees for you.

But what you had underestimated was Fred’s want for you, and his own, rather strong, streak of pride and determination. Someone like Fred Weasley did not exist in the world without a whole lot of charm, smarts, and determination.

So, as you soon as took a tiny step forward, you were Fred’s. He all but swept you off your feet as he hurriedly pushed off your skirt and ripped off your panties.

“Fred!” you squeaked in surprise as you felt the snap of your panties being yanked off of you. “That’s my – That’s my favorite pair – Ah!”

You had not counted on this – on Fred burying himself between your legs, gripping your thighs for all you were worth and refusing to let go, keeping his hot mouth pressed against your cumming little pussy for hours. Not only did you miss Charms, but you missed Potions and Transfiguration, too.

“Fred,” you moaned weakly. “We’ve – We’ve got t-to go – ah.” Your hands were in his hair, as you struggled to keep yourself upright. Because your thighs and tummy kept buckling as he made you cum repeatedly on his mouth.

But Fred was still latched onto you, sucking at your pussy, wordlessly begging for more cum. Because, fuck, he loved the taste of you. Despite all of your build-up, you were even better than he had imagined. So sweet, he moaned in his mouth, as he pushed his tongue into your cunt again.

“Hah… Ah! F-Fred! Mmm…! Ah… Hah… Ah…!” A flighty breath escaped you and curled up into the air into nothing. You swayed, barely able to stand up. Fred kept you up, kept you standing, as it were, with his large hands still grasping your thighs – you were sure you were going to have his handprints on you for days, if not weeks, after this – and Fred was still going steady, switching between lapping, sucking, and teasing at your clit all over, even giving you the occasional light bite that made you jolt, and then pushing his tongue hard against your little pussyhole, tongue-fucking you, before he went back to lavishing kisses on your sweet cunt, then sucking hard again…

“Ah!” you gasped out. “Ah, F-Fred, ah, ah, ah…!” Your fingers clenched into fists in his hair.

Fred groaned, but in truth, he was responding to you, feeling how hot your cunt was on his mouth and how you were throbbing against his tongue. He barely felt you yanking at his hair.

Your back arched. Your mouth fell open in a breathless gasp. Your hair streamed down your back. Your tummy tightened. Your thighs shivered all around Fred’s face, and then –

You melted, cumming again on Fred’s face.

Fred moaned hotly, swirling his tongue, trying to catch all of your cum and swallowing eagerly.

“Fred…” you whispered, mortified. You were exhausted – and still Fred wanted you, begged for you, swore he needed you.

You tried to push his hands off of your thighs, but he shook his head furiously, still with his mouth against you, and it made your mind go brrr, as your overstimulated pussy felt his tongue swiping across your pussyhole again.

“Oh, Merlin,” you whispered. “You’re making me cum so much…” You put your hand in his hair again and stroked his hair lovingly. “Good boy. You’re so good, Fred.”

Fred whimpered at your praise. Clearly, he wanted more.

You smiled. “See?” you continued. “You can be patient. I knew you could be sweet for me. Mmm…”

“Baby…” Fred replied adoringly, completely lovestruck. Meanwhile, Fred’s hands snuck up from your thighs to your hips and he pressed you down, anchoring you to him, practically begging you to just sit on his face.

You knew you had to stop this, but it felt so good, and he was so pathetic… and cute. You let him have you one more, let yourself reach that high point of ecstasy and willingly came all over his face one more time – before you abruptly got of off him.

Fred was gasping for breath, and he didn’t even realize it. He just stared at you, wondering why on earth you were denying him. His lips were flushed and glistening with your cum. His hair was a mess, with random locks of hair sticking out every which way.

You leaned down, grabbed his shirt collar, and whispered meanly in his ear, “Maybe you should do something more productive with your time than eating out pussy and setting up pranks, Fred.”

You gave him a very light, barely touching slap on his cheek, and then walked out of the room.

Fred’s mouth fell open, as you left him behind with a raging hard-on. Though, truth be told, while you tried your best to look totally unaffected by Fred as you left, you actually had to rush to the nearest bathroom and spend a few minutes trying to still your shaking legs.

* * * * * * * * * *

For the next few weeks, you saw Fred trying to catch a glimpse of you in the hallways, and he stared at you non-stop during classes.

A flash of regret did go off in your heart, as you thought about what had just happened. I thought he would put up more of a fight, and not want to be with me if I was just going to ask him to please me. But he was actually… Well, he was kind-of a sweetheart, wasn’t he? Really eager to please. I didn’t expect that from him. Not at all.

But you never paid attention to him. Instead, you did what you always did – you got good grades, made prefect for your House, and graduated top of your class.

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A few years later, when you heard abut Fred and George’s joke shop – Weasley Wizard Wheezes, you laughed a little, for Fred had obviously not taken your advice about focusing on something other than jokes. But in fact, you were proud of him.

Your friends, all just as accomplished and “proper” as you, begged you not to go into that “silly joke shop run by dunderheads who didn’t even graduate,” but you went, all by yourself, just to go see what it was like.

The place was absolutely crammed – not just with products, but with customers. You smiled when you saw how successful the shop was. Wow. Congratulations, Fred Weasley.

A staff member, wearing a bright orange shirt, asked you cheerfully, “Can I help you find something?”

“No,” you said quietly. “I’m just… looking.” Even before you finished your sentence, you felt your eyes drawn up to the top of the staircase that was in the middle of the store.

There was Fred Weasley, looking stupidly jaunty and happy in his dragon-leather suit.

You barely resisted the urge to shake your head at how ridiculous he looked. But it made you happy, really happy, to see him so clearly in his element.

You turned around and began to leave. However, you couldn’t help yourself, and just before you reached the door, you looked over your shoulder. In that instant, Fred’s eyes met yours. The smile slid off of his face, and his eyes widened.

You smiled at him for the most fleeting of moments before you left the store, leaving Fred Weasley just as dazed and confused with your mere presence and in his own store, as you had once made him feel one late-spring afternoon in a secret passageway in Hogwarts a few years ago.

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gildedmist · 2 years

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Dissendium. Incendio. Expulso! Diffindo! Reducto!

#hp #harry james potter #hermione granger #deathly hallows part one #myedits.#hpedit

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ifeelgeek · 1 year

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#PARTE 3. HARRY POTTER, JUEGO DE TRONOS, ONE PIECE, POKEMON, DC/MARVEL

En este apartado podrán ver los foros de rol activos hasta el momento (teniendo en cuenta que tenga gente conectada en las últimas horas). De esta recopilación si alguien desea agregar un foro que no aparece en la lista por favor contacte conmigo.

Los foros privados y semiprivados no han sido añadidos al listado si quieren ser parte pueden pedirlo.

Los foros que deseen un espacio en el Instagram son bienvenidos a solicitarlo :)

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posswrites · 2 years

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It Feels Like This - Chapter 11

“You first.”

They’d placed the locket on a fallen log and stood a few feet back, though a part of Harry knew it wasn’t going to be as easy as shooting a spell at the thing. But they had to try just in case it was.

“Dissendium!”

“Incendio!”

“Expulso!”

“Diffindo!”

“Reducto!”

“Confringo!”

“Sectumsempra!”

A barrage of spells and hexes from Harry and Hermione both didn’t even make a dent in the locket, and though Harry expected it, it didn’t make it any less frustrating. Once the last set of flames had gone down and Harry made sure it looked untouched (it did), he huffed, putting the chain around his neck. Immediately, he felt a heaviness on his soul.

“What are you doing?” Hermione asked in concern.

Harry shoved it down the front of his shirt as if that might help. “We have to keep it safe until we figure out how to destroy it.”

“Seems strange, mate,” Ron piped up. “Dumbledore sends you off to find all these horcruxes but doesn’t tell you how to destroy them. Doesn’t that bother you?”

It did. It bothered Harry a lot, but he didn’t want to shed a bad light on Dumbledore when he was sure he had good intentions. Or when it didn’t matter what he thought. Dumbledore may not have known, either, and now he was dead, so they’d never be sure.

When they got back to the tent, Hermione pulled a potions book from her bag she “borrowed” from the library. “We might as well make what we can. You never know what’s going to come in handy. The least we could do is have some healing potions on hand and maybe some more Polyjuice.” She quickly flipped through the book and made a mental list. “Some of these I should be able to find in the forest, but some will be… trickier. We might need to make a supply run.” Harry tried to not listen to Hermione mumbling to herself between making lists and writing things down, circling them. It was very quickly getting on his nerves for a reason he couldn’t pinpoint.

Thankfully, Ron found the radio and had turned it on to give them some kind of background noise. They spent the next couple days theorizing, researching, and getting used to surviving and living together, taking shifts on watch every few hours. Ron was dying to bring up Hermione when she was out on watch and he and Harry were alone together, but neither of them wanted to focus on that. Ron just couldn’t help notice the glances when the other wasn’t looking, but he was confident, given who they were, they wouldn’t make things too awkward for him if they couldn’t help it. He offered to take watch more often to give them some time alone in hopes things would get settled, but they didn’t want him on watch much because of his arm (Hermione insisted) and nothing ever seemed to change, except for the radio.

What began as announcements turned into Missing Persons lists that seemed to get longer and longer as the days went on. It was extremely irritating, and it made Harry want to spend as much time outside the tent as possible. After a few days, it became unbearable.

It didn’t help that he kept having visions of Voldemort, either. “I thought it had stopped. You can’t keep letting him in, Harry,” she said comfortingly at the look on Harry’s face when she came back from gathering some plants and herbs, clear that he’d had a vision again. He looked agitated, off. She sat down on the ground across from him.

“You Know Who has found Gregorovitch.”

“The wand maker?”

Harry nodded. “He wants something that Gregorovitch used to have, but I don’t know what. And he wants it desperately. I mean, it’s as if his life depends on it.” A particularly loud change of frequency inside the tent had Harry turning angrily, intending on going back in to show Ron exactly what he needed to do with that bloody radio.

“Don’t,” Hermione interrupted. “It comforts him.”

“It sets my teeth on edge. What is he expecting to hear, good news?”

Hermione sighed, shaking her head. “I think he’s just hoping he doesn’t hear bad news.”

Harry stood back up; he had to get away from it. From them. “How long before he can travel?”

He’d been asking that question a lot lately, and Hermione didn’t see the rush. They were protected, they weren’t traced, and as long as nothing changed, they’d be safe here until Ron was healed. But healing from a splinch took time, and with the physical exertion it took to Apparate, Hermione didn’t want to take any chances. “I’m doing everything I can.”

“You’re not doing enough!”

That was the last straw. She could tell he’d been building up, especially over the last day or two, and particularly when they were alone. They’d barely talked to each other when Ron was on watch and they had the tent to themselves, mostly because Harry had been snippy. His outburst only confirmed her suspicion, and when he moved to storm off somewhere, she stood quickly. “Take it off.” He paused, looking at her. “I said take it off. Now.”

He sighed in annoyance, but pulled the locket out of his shirt and up over his head, setting it into her hand gentler than she expected, almost lingering. His shoulders relaxed and the crease in his brow vanished. “Better?”

It took him a couple seconds to answer, distracted by how beautiful her eyes were. He hadn’t remembered them looking like that since they left Grimmauld Place. She seemed to sense that something had changed in him, too, and gave him a small smile. “Loads.”

“We’ll take it in turns, okay?” It was the logical thing to do so none of them became too affected by it. Otherwise, they’d end up killing each other before Voldemort could. A few hours at a time during the day was probably best, and one of them would get it at night in a rotation. It was a lot to keep up with, but they had to keep their spirits up.

She’d taken watch that night after wearing the locket for the majority of the day, surprised that it didn’t seem to affect her as much as the boys. Ron had taken it to bed a couple hours before she left to go outside. It wasn’t too cold yet, but she made a small fire, mostly for light and a good reference of where the tent was in case she ventured too far. Hermione had no idea what time it was, but she felt like she’d been outside for hours. The crack of a twig drew her attention - they hadn’t seen many animals while they were here, and her fears assumed the worst: Snatchers.

Hesitantly and as quietly as possible, she stood to investigate. If her enchantments didn’t work and whoever was out there could see them, they’d have to leave whether Ron was ready or not. She tried to steady her breathing; once she moved away from the fire, there wasn’t much light. But her eyes adjusted fairly quickly and she stilled, scanning the trees before moving again. As she got to the edge of the barrier, the shuffling started again, accompanied by muffled voices.

Three men were coming, carrying someone with them. She couldn’t tell anything about these men - nothing recognizable - but she knew they were Snatchers. She slowed her breath as they went by so they wouldn’t hear, but one of them stopped a few feet past her.

“What’s that?” he asked. Hermione’s eyes widened; at least they didn’t see her. “What’s that smell?”

Her perfume.

The man moved back to her and she held her breath, only letting it out once he got distracted with his friend, who had dropped the body onto the ground from exertion, and they started walking again.

“Snatchers.” Harry’s voice behind her made Hermione jump. “Good to know your enchantments work.”

“He could smell my perfume,” she whispered. “We can’t stay here much longer.”

He tugged her arm around, turning her back towards the tent. “I thought you were asleep.”

“I wasn’t. I mean, I fell asleep at the table, but when I woke up, I heard the radio. Snape’s headmaster.”

“What?!”

“I know. They couldn’t say much more than that, but I can’t imagine it’s a good thing.”

“Oh no,” Hermione groaned as they got closer to the tent. “What about Phineas? Maybe we can ask him to… to give us some information.”

“That git’s not going to tell us a thing. And even if he does, he’s on Snape’s side. He might tell him where we are if we take him out of your bag. We need to move.”

“I told you, Ron’s not strong enough to Apparate. Not yet.”

“Then we’ll go on foot. We won’t be able to go as far, but if the Snatchers know someone’s here, they might come back.”

“I suppose that’s the only option.”

“And next time, Hermione, as much as I like your perfume, just don’t wear any.”

Hermione grinned. “Well, I’ve got to keep up appearances,” she teased.

“Not if it risks our lives. Seriously.” Her face fell and she nodded.

“Right. I know. It’s stupid, but…”

“Hey, you smell better than us whether you wear it or not. Believe me, you don’t need it.” He shot her a smile as Hermione put the fire out and they slipped back into the tent. Ron was up.

“What have you two been doing?” he asked accusingly.

“Nothing,” Hermione quickly answered. “We need to pack up. We’re leaving in the morning.”

Ron sat up in his bunk a little straighter. “Why, what’s going on?”

“I saw Snatchers in the woods. They didn’t find us, but I don’t want to take any chances. I know you’re not ready to Apparate, so we’re going to have to walk. Hopefully we can find somewhere else inconspicuous to set up camp.”

Ron’s eyes flicked between them, but he didn’t say anything else about it. “We’re walking across all of England to search for these things?”

“We don’t have any other choice right now,” Hermione sighed as she began packing up the kitchen. “Until you can Apparate, we’ll have to go the long way. But as long as we can rest and we have supplies, we should be okay.”

“Hermione, I’m fine to Apparate.”

“You’re not, Ron,” she insisted. “And even if you are, I don’t want to take any chances of using our medical supplies when we don’t have to.”

“Besides,” Harry chimed in, sitting down next to him, “you told me you’ve been getting stir crazy. I think some fresh air and some exercise will be good for all of us.”

Exercise, it turned out, was definitely an understatement. Hermione had a few locations pre-planned on a map; they were far away enough from each other that they would be okay to Apparate, but walking to the next one was going to take a week, at least. She didn’t tell them that until a few hours of walking the next morning after a quick breakfast.

“A week?” Harry questioned, exasperated. “Hermione, you couldn’t have picked anywhere closer?”

“I didn’t count on us walking, Harry!”

“Well, there’s nowhere between here and there we can stop?”

“We’re stopping to sleep,” she argued. “And that’s without a lot of coverage per day, so the farther we go, the less time it’ll take. Do you have any other complaints before we’ve barely gotten started?”

Harry glanced at the chain around her neck. “Do you want me to take the locket?”

“No. You’re in a foul enough mood as it is.”

“And you aren’t?”

Hermione stopped in her tracks, and Harry knew he’d said the wrong thing. She turned, opened her mouth to say something, but closed it and took a deep breath before turning back around, staring straight ahead.

It was quiet until lunch when Hermione stopped them in a small clearing to pull out the sandwiches she’d made for them. She tossed Harry’s to him and the locket wasn’t far behind.

“I’m sorry, Hermione,” he muttered as he sat down next to her.

“You should be.” Despite her words, Harry could tell she did feel better. He put the locket on and swallowed down the feeling.

“You’ve done a lot for us. Everything, I feel like. You’ve been a lifesaver with your planning and… we wouldn’t last two days without you, Hermione. Truly. And I know you know that and we’ve been ungrateful. I’ve been ungrateful. So… thank you.”

Hermione was silent for a few seconds, taking a bite of her sandwich, but smiled softly. “You’re welcome. And you’re glad I can control my emotions. That locket is… despicable. I hate it. The things it makes me think…”

“I know,” Ron added. “It’s like… you don’t know whether you actually think what you think you’re thinking or if it’s just the locket.”

“That’s why I like switching.”

“I’ll take it for the rest of the day,” Harry offered. “Ron, you got it last night and Hermione… you deserve a break.”

“Harry, you need the least time with it. You’re more vulnerable with it on.”

“I’ll figure it out. If we need to change it up later, I’ll let you know.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow in skepticism, but just continued eating. They didn’t waste any more time resting when they were done, and by the end of the night, they were too exhausted to do much except collapse into the bunks and sleep.

Ron had the locket the next morning, then Harry took it back after lunch so Hermione could be the one to sleep with it that night. She didn’t mind taking the night shift; sleeping with it just gave her bad dreams, and she’d prefer those over bad waking thoughts. She’d also found, however, it wore down on her impulse control, which was scary.

Hermione had always prided herself in her ability to be logical, think clearly, and stay calm under pressure. She had a lot of knowledge about a lot of things, which she had relied on the past seventeen years. One of the things she had no experience with, however, was living with Harry and Ron. Not that they were difficult to live with, per se, but lately, especially when she had the locket on at night, they’d been popping into her dreams in a way that made her eager to get rid of it as soon as she woke up. And in the times she was awake, she’d catch herself staring. At shoulders, at lips, at bare chests when she got the accidental glimpse. A part of her was ashamed. She had no right thinking about things like that, but she couldn’t refuse to wear the locket, and she wondered if it affected the boys the same way.

If Harry was unsure of whether he liked Hermione or not, the horcrux made up his mind for him. He’d gotten better at controlling himself by talking himself out of it, but the jealousy he felt when he’d be getting supplies and he knew Ron and Hermione were in the tent together made him never want to leave her side. It was maddening, and worse, he didn’t even know if it was real. Because when he took it off, it stopped - mostly. But living in close quarters with someone with barely any privacy, sleeping in a bed next to someone else’s… he had a scary feeling that if Ron wasn’t here, things would be different. Especially when he caught her staring, too. It sent a chill down his spine when they’d make accidental eye contact.

On their last day of travel, Harry awoke to find Hermione’s bed empty except for the locket, covers pushed back in a hurry. Ron was still sleeping, so he didn’t take it, figuring it would be safe, and left the tent.

“Hermione?” They had set up camp next to an abandoned farm with a run-down barn for extra shelter or when they needed some fresh air. They would have kept going, but some of the clouds forming overhead started to look eerily similar to Death Eaters, so they figured it would be best to take cover either way. They hid out in it while the clouds passed, realizing it would be perfect, and it was big enough to cover the whole tent with plenty of room to spare. Rain was pouring outside, loud enough to echo off the beams; Hermione might not have even heard him if she wanted to answer. “Hermione?” he called again, a little louder, before he saw her sitting on one of the hay bales, leaning up against a support with her head in her hands. He calmly approached her and rested a hand on her shoulder. “Hey…”

She gasped at his touch, clearly not paying attention to anything around her, but once she looked into Harry’s eyes, she immediately broke down into tears. “Oh, Harry…”

He couldn’t do anything but pull her to her feet and into his chest in a tight embrace. “Hey… it’s all right. I’m here. What happened?”

“I-I… I had a dream that I… that I k-killed you, Harry,” she cried. “I’m so sorry. I… I woke up and I just got so scared that I had to leave. I know it wasn’t real but it was still so scary and I wanted to get away from you just in case-”

“I know,” Harry replied, rubbing her back while she took deep breaths. “I’ve had nightmares too.”

“They usually haven’t been that bad, it just felt so real… my emotions felt so real, it was like…”

“Hey.” He pushed her away a little bit to get her hair out of her eyes and cup her cheeks. “I’m okay. I know you wouldn’t hurt me, Hermione. But like you said, you can’t let him get to you, all right? It’s You Know Who. He messes with your emotions. Gives you bad thoughts. But don’t let him in your head. You’re stronger than him, Hermione.”

She was staring at him again, trying to get her breathing back to normal. Harry was there. He was safe. He was… close. Very close. And his hands were warm on her cheeks. Her eyes glanced down to his lips and she wondered for a moment if-

“Get your hands off her, Harry!”

Ron’s voice made Hermione snap away. “Ron? N-No, we were just… he was…” But she stepped away, realizing what had almost happened. Then the confusion set in. Ron had no reason to be jealous. He didn’t even like her.

“What the hell are you doing?” Harry asked, torn between pushing Hermione further to show Ron there was nothing going on, not that he understood why he’d even care, and pulling her closer for protection. When Ron pulled his wand, though, Harry stepped farther away, his hands raised.

“Ron, don’t!” Hermione pleaded.

“No! I’m sick of being a bloody third wheel with you two. You were about to kiss him, weren’t you?!”

“I-I…” she stammered.

“So what if she was?” Harry defended, and Hermione’s heart fluttered a little. “What do you care? You told me you’d be fine with it!”

“What?!” Hermione looked back and forth between them. “You’ve talked about this?!”

Ron ignored her. “Maybe I’ve changed my mind!”

“You don’t just get to do that!”

“Well maybe I just don’t like seeing you with your hands all over her.”

“Well maybe I don’t understand why the hell you care!”

“Stop it! Both of you!” Hermione screamed, stepping between them. “Ron, lower your wand.” When he didn’t move, she scowled. Pulling out hers and pointing it at him, she continued. “Lower your wand or I’ll do it for you.”

Ron weighed his options. Hermione was serious - she had no qualms about shooting spells at him. But he felt a rage for Harry he hadn’t felt in a long time. Not wanting to make Hermione wait in fear of getting hurt, he straightened, took a breath, and pocketed his wand.

“Now take that damn locket off,” she ordered. Hermione wasn’t one to curse; Ron’s resolve dropped immediately at her words, like he was coming out of a trance. He pulled the chain over his head and threw it on the ground, his posture relaxing immediately as his head cleared.

He knew he needed to say something, to apologize, but none of it felt like it would be enough. What would he have done if Hermione hadn’t stopped him? “Harry, I-”

“Don’t,” Harry interrupted. “It’s fine. Let’s just… get back inside. Have some breakfast. We can’t go until the rain lets up anyway. Might as well wait it out.” He moved towards Ron, who didn’t budge, picked up the locket from off the barn floor, and went back inside the tent without another word.

“Hermione…”

“Don’t you dare pretend you feel anything for me again, understand?” Only then did she put away her wand.

“It’s that bloody locket. It makes me feel-”

“I know what it does. But it’s putting me through enough without you adding to it. And maybe that’s the point, I don’t know. But please.” Her stern eyes softened. “You made up your mind.” She took a deep breath, leading him back to the tent. “How’s your arm?”

“Fine. Can you check if I can Apparate yet?”

“Sure.”

Harry had started breakfast and had two mugs of tea on the table for them. Hermione could tell Harry didn’t want to be bothered, so she led Ron to the table and untied the sling and started unbuttoning his shirt with shaky hands.

“I can do it,” he insisted, gently pushing her away to take over, undoing the buttons and shrugging one arm out of the shoulder. Hermione ran her hands over the scars, taking his hand and manipulating his arm.

“Does anything hurt?” she asked.

“No, it feels great,” Ron replied.

Hermione smiled. “Well, I think you’re ready. We need to get you training again too. I’m sure you’ve lost a little strength.” She pushed one of the mugs of tea over to Ron and wrapped both of her hands around the other. “Do you think I should talk to him about…?”

Ron shook his head. “Not right now. I think that’s a conversation to have when you’re alone, if you want to have it at all.”

“I don’t know. It’s… hard to tell what I feel.”

“Then maybe you need to figure that out first.”

Hermione nodded. She briefly looked over her shoulder at Harry across the tent as he cooked. “I don’t want to ruin any of our friendships. We just have to stay strong around each other. Until we destroy the horcrux, it’s going to be a long journey. We can’t let this thing get between us.”

“Yeah…”

“You’re lucky Harry can be very forgiving when he wants to be.” Ron huffed out a laugh. “I’m going to go see if he wants any help, okay?”

“All right,” Ron said with a nod.

Hermione took a deep breath as she approached Harry, not sure of what she even wanted to say, but she felt she needed to say something. Maybe she should start off casual.

“I can’t believe you two were talking about you kissing me,” she began with a smirk. He let out a small laugh in return.

“It wasn’t like that, I promise.”

“Oh really? What was it like, then?”

He shook his head. “Nothing that’s worth dealing with right now.”

“Why, because it’s about feelings?” Harry didn’t respond, and Hermione gripped the mug a little tighter. “That’s exactly why we need to talk about it, though, right? If this horcrux is messing with our feelings, we need to get everything out now so we know what’s real.”

“I already don’t know what’s real, Hermione,” Harry admitted, taking a break from cooking to step back and look at her. “Even before we got this, I… I haven’t been worrying about it. You’ve said you feel selfish with all of this and I absolutely agree. With You Know Who messing with us, the stronger our feelings become, the more vulnerable we are. And I don’t want to lose you because of feelings.” He turned back to the pan, and Hermione had a hunch it was to avoid eye contact.

She knew he was right, but there was a part of her that had already gotten frustrated in the week they’d been traveling. Maybe it was the confinement or the pressure or stress, but it would be easier to air it all out now to avoid confusion. But if Harry had been confused about his feelings before all this started, that definitely didn’t help. Then again, so had she. She’d been confused for months. Hermione took a sip of her tea and sighed. “I can take over if you want to go talk with Ron.”

“I don’t really.”

“All right. That’s fair. He didn’t mean-”

“I know he didn’t mean it, but if this thing is powerful enough to make him feel things he doesn’t even feel, what’s it going to do to us?”

“That’s a loaded question,” she scoffed with a laugh. “Thank you for the tea.”

“I figured we might need it.”

“Ron’s arm is all better,” she offered softly. “He’ll be able to Apparate again after we pack up. I know it’s the last day, but it’s better than walking all day, especially in the rain.”

“Perfect. Then we’ll be changing locations more often, right?”

“If we have to. At least while we’re not actively searching. We can research wherever. If we find a lead, we’ll go, but packing all this up every time is a lot more work than I’d like to do more than necessary,” she laughed.

“Okay, that’s fair.” Harry smiled softly, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into a side hug before letting her go, maybe lingering a little longer than he should have. “We’ll figure it out. We’ll switch more often if we need to.”

Hermione swallowed at his closeness again and made a conscious decision not to look down at his lips to see if they were just as inviting as they had been a few minutes ago, and stepped away before she could think about it any further. “Are you feeling okay right now?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I think the yelling helps,” he laughed.

“I told Ron he needs to start training to get his strength back up. We all do, honestly, just to learn what we can and how to use what spells we have. Maybe you two can duel it out,” Hermione teased.

“And what, you get to kiss the winner?” Harry smirked, earning him a smack in the arm.

“Shut up, Harry. Finish making breakfast. Pretty sure I know who would win, though,” she added as she went back to the table.

It didn’t take very long for Harry to finish, and Hermione was proud when he pointedly took a seat next to Ron after handing out plates.

“Ron’s on board with heading out after we eat,” Hermione began as she started eating. “Then we’ll start working on what to practice. It’s naïve to think we won’t be fighting anyone this whole trip.”

“And Death Eaters are strong. And fast,” Harry added. “Add nonverbals to the list.”

Ron listened closely, getting more and more nervous. Spells had never been his strong suit, but he’d do his best. He didn’t miss how tightly Hermione gripped his hand when they were ready to leave and the look of relief when they showed up at their destination in one piece.

“Wow,” Harry sighed. “Hermione, this is beautiful.”

After the forests and flat fields they’d been moving through for the past week, the rolling hills in front of them were a refreshing sight. It was a little chillier than when they left, so they must be further north. There were a couple cottages off in the distance and some sheep, but they were far away enough from anyone that they shouldn’t get suspicious, especially with their enchantments. And the sun was out, which was nice.

They took a couple minutes to enjoy their surroundings, in which time Hermione didn’t let go of either of their hands. Harry found himself absentmindedly running his thumb over the back of her hand, but once he realized it, he let go slowly and cleared his throat. Hermione glanced over at him with a small blush.

“Well, let’s get settled in, then. You two can set the tent up and I’ll work on enchantments.” Having Ron and Hermione go off alone, giving them permission, sent a pang of hurt through his heart, but he pushed it down. Nothing was going to happen between them. He had to stop pretending he didn’t care, because deep down, he did. But Ron had assured him Hermione was into Harry. Even still, the way Ron reacted when he had the locket on made him nervous. Ron had never been great at sorting out his feelings until it was too late. Clearly, he was the most affected by the Dark magic, considering how angry he’d gotten this morning with having worn it only a few minutes. And as much as he hated it, that meant that he and Hermione needed to be taking the brunt of it, at least for the moment.

He made quick work of the enchantments, but with an extra hand on Ron’s part, the tent was already set up by the time he was done. When he pushed the flap back, he was grateful to find Hermione sitting in one chair and reading while Ron was on the bed, fiddling with the radio. They’d been listening to it at night, mostly, but every once in a while, they’d have it going during the day just to listen for any updates on Hogwarts or anyone’s whereabouts. Luckily, no one they knew had been on the list of missing people or deaths. Yet.

“I found a couple boulders we can practice on if we don’t want to duel. If we do duel, though, I want to make sure you two are comfortable with protective and defensive spells. I know it’s been a while since we went over them. They might save your life.”

Harry didn’t waste any time dragging them out of the tent and over to the boulders, despite both Ron’s and Hermione’s protesting. “Let’s start with Protego. It’s the quickest, easiest, most valuable. And we need to get it nonverbal. Hermione.” He took out his wand and she quickly did the same.

“Stupefy!”

“Protego!” The spell ricocheted off an invisible force in front of Hermione as she flicked her wand up, soaring somewhere into the sky. “Really?!” she panted. “That’s what you’re starting with?!”

“You think I’m gonna go easy on you?” he smirked. “We’re not going to get time to prepare.” There was a part of him that really enjoyed the shock and semi-fear on her face. “Petrificus Totalus!” he shot in Ron’s direction, who’d pulled out his wand as well.

“Protego!”

Harry had to duck out of the way as the spell went straight back for him. “Brilliant, Ron!” he laughed. “Again!”

They spent the next fifteen minutes practicing shields and shooting spells at each other, dodging and panting, until a leg locker from Harry was a little too fast for Hermione’s shield and she collapsed to the ground with a gasp.

“Hermione!” He rushed towards her. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry. I thought you were ready…”

But Hermione was laughing. “I’m fine, Harry! It’s just a leg locker.” Even Ron couldn’t help but laugh.

Harry fought back a smile as he muttered the counter-curse before reaching a hand out to help her up, which she gratefully took, not breaking eye contact until she was on her feet. “Maybe we should take a break.”

“Agreed.”

Ron sat down on one of the boulders. “This is a lot more fun than walking all day.”

“I know! It’s like we’re at school.”

“Well,” Ron replied, “a lot more fun than school.” He paused, wiping his hands on his pants. “Do you think they’re okay? Ginny and Luna and Neville?”

“They can take care of themselves,” Harry answered quickly. “So with the three of them together, I’m surprised they haven’t created an uprising yet.”

“They’re kind of like us,” Hermione laughed. “Except they don’t get into as much trouble.”

“Debatable,” Ron smirked.

They only took a couple more minutes of rest before Harry ushered them up again and it was another hour before they were finished. Ron had taken it easy since he wasn’t back to his usual strength just yet - plus, he really enjoyed watching Harry and Hermione fight each other.

Only once Harry was absolutely exhausted did he surrender to Hermione, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “We should do this more often,” he laughed, pulling her in for a hug, who pushed him away.

“You stink, Harry. Go take a shower,” she laughed. “The locket needs a good bath anyway, I’m sure.” Once he was heading back, Hermione turned to Ron. “You did so well today, Ron. I’m really proud of you.”

“Thanks,” Ron beamed. “It’s kind of a little more motivating when my life's depending on it." He got up to head back towards the tent. "Did you let Harry hit you on purpose?"

"No, of course not! I was tired. I've never really dueled before. Much less for this long. All it made me realize is we've got a long way to go before we're ready to fight You Know Who. All of us."

"We'll get there."

"I know we will. I just hope we have enough time."

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This is an AU Wizarding World post-epilogue RPG. Voldemort won in 1998 and The Resistance formed to fight against him. They finally beat the Dark Lord in 2002 but what is this new age like after Voldemort won, The Resistance rose, and he lost?

It's the 2021-2022 school year and Madame Minister Granger's vision is in full fruition but will the traditionalists be a danger to that?

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Dissendium

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It's the 2021-2022 school year and Madame Minister Granger's vision is in full fruition but will the traditionalists be a danger to that?

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Moonlight shone brightly through the windows of the castle, a fleeting figure darting through the shadows, wand in one hand, and a fencing sword in the other. Hazel eyes peered around a corner, watching and waiting for any signs of movement. Hearing and seeing no movement he moved forward, darting around the corner and behind a statue. He was about to move again, when he heard voices and froze, shrinking himself as much as he could into the dark side of the statue. “Find the Minister’s daughter, we already lost sight of the boy, without that stupid little b!tch we have no leverage for the next step.” The voice was male, rough, and sounded like he smoked too much. Draegan couldn’t fully see him though, but based on footfalls, and affirmatives, the man had at least two or three others with them.

His mind raced as he quickly pulled out his cell. He saw two chats, one with his dad and one with his mum, he chose the latter. “SOS Hogwarts. Northeast corner.” He pressed send, and took off at a sprint. Desperate to get to Rose before those men did, sneaking around proved harder than he thought in trying to track her down, but he soon found himself slamming into the body of a small female. Instinctively he covered her mouth so she wouldn’t scream and pulled her out of the middle of the hall. His hands shook slightly as he removed them, for once not desperately looking to rid himself of whatever germs he just touched. “Draegan.” She whispered, his name sounded better than he had ever heard it, just by her saying it. He’d have to decipher that bit later. “Come on, we’ve got to go! There’s men looking for you.” He whispered, grabbing her hand and pulling along behind him.

“They are trying to do something to my mum, I got separated from Hugo.” She said, sounding worried. “He got out, now we just need to get you out.” He replied, seeing the exit to the tower. Luck was not on their side though, as shouts were heard and footsteps came running. Rose screamed as a spell whistled past them, hitting the pillar ahead of them, debris flying everywhere. Draegan was really hoping that his mum got his message, otherwise their only option would be to jump into the Black Lake.

“Run!” He yelled, propelling her forward towards the door, using his wand to fire several hexes behind him, causing a distraction to whatever they hit. They bolted out the door, skidding to a stop on the rooftop. Draegan climbed up onto the border of the ledge, beckoning to Rose. “You have to trust me!” He told her. She hesitated, before grabbing his hand and joining him on the ledge. “I am not jumping into the bloody lake, have you lost your mind?” She yelled at him, her face contorted in fear and anger. “Well, hopefully not… but yes… now quiet, I’m trying to listen.” He demanded, scanning the dark night in hopes of something he didn’t have time to explain.

The door banged open, startling them, one of the goons coming out, grinning. He thought he had the teens cornered. Draegan noticed a small red laser light across his chest, familiar wing beats getting closer. “Rose, jump!” He yelled, pulling her down, knocking them both into the void. The man lunged for them, missing, only to have his chest explode from a gunshot. The mist sprayed them, Rose screamed, her eyes opened in horror as a threstral materialized underneath them, Draegan managing to catch the saddle horn as they fell. He felt the muscle in his shoulder tear, searing pain overwhelming him, but he hung on, Rose clinging to him.

A whistle sounded, causing the threstral to land, Draegan losing his grip and falling the few feet with Rose landing on top him. He grunted from the force, gritting his teeth in order not to yell. Rose pushed off him, scrambling to her feet, only to turn and throw up into the grass. Panic set in her features, misted by the goon’s blood, but before she could have a chance to berate him, a dart hit her, causing her to freeze, her body slumping as the drugs hit her system, and she hit the ground. “Mum!” Rifle slung over her shoulder, her wand in her holster, Kate Nott stepped out from the trees, striding towards him. “We don’t have time for dramatics, have to get you out of here. Now don’t scream…” she warned, moving fast and effortlessly reaching to pull and reset his shoulder. He grunted from the pain, feeling some relief, having bit his lip hard enough to bleed.

She took her scarf and made a makeshift sling. “We’ll get it healed when we get home, but first we should really return the Minister’s daughter. …This the same girl you complain about all the time?” She questioned, pushing him up into the saddle. She used her wand to hover Rose up off the ground, moving her to lay across the front, in front of Draegan, his good arm holding her up. Kate got in the saddle, making it an awkward ride, but the best they had at the moment. Taking off, they flew into the night, shock settling in that he could actually now see his mum’s favorite steed. He had never seen him before, only learning him and getting to know him based on sound and feeling.

When they landed, Ron Weasley stood near a car, rushing over to get his daughter. Not even asking about the blood on her body or the fact she was passed out cold. “Thank you, Kate, Draegan, this won’t be forgotten.” He told them, turning and placing Rose in the back seat. Draegan’s eyebrows knitted together, worry and tension coursing through his body. He watched the car drive away, a sudden thought at how quick everything had gone down, entering his mind. “How did you get there so fast?” He asked, curious.

“We already knew the castle had been infiltrated, a team was able to get most of the kids out including Hugo, but we couldn’t find Rose. I received your text, seconds after Ron had already asked me to retrieve his daughter. They had to take the minister underground for protection. Things are changing Draegan, your father and I will explain everything to you and your sister when we get home. Do you understand?” Her voice was tense, relaying more than she probably intended, but he simply nodded, his body weary from the stress of being attacked, and the possibility of losing someone he wasn’t ready to admit he even cared for. Something had prompted him to try and save her though. Something he wasn’t ready to deal with just yet. The soft wing beats and the sound of his mother breathing, had him lulled into an uneasy sleep as they flew toward home.

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