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slytherheign · 7 months

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LETHAL LOCKET | harry potter

PAIRINGS: harry potter x reader, hermione granger x reader (platonic), ron weasley x reader (platonic)

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

SUMMARY: each time one of you wears the locket and how you comfort each other when things get overwhelming.

WARNINGS: depression, doubts, anger, and hopelessness. let me know if i missed any warnings. [⚠︎︎RATING: G]

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is a gender neutral one and i didn’t specify which hogwarts house the reader is in. requested by an anon here. also, ron leaving hasn’t happened here yet. i barely got time to proofread this so please let me know if you see any mistakes!

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Nothing has been the same ever since you managed to get Salazar Slytherin’s locket from Dolores Umbridge. And now you were hiding in a tent in some forest Hermione led you all into.

You all knew that the locket contained a piece of the Dark Lord’s soul, that was why you and Hermione deduced that whoever wore it gets irritated, angry, and extremely depressed. You came up with a plan to take turns wearing it and it was your turn.

You slowly put the locket on your neck, already feeling anger clawing its way into your heart. It was suffocating, corrosive, eating away at every ounce of happiness you tried to hold onto. You did your best to shake it all off at the moment.

“Are you okay?” asked Harry, holding your hand. You squeezed his hand to tell him you were fine. You followed him towards the table, sitting on the chair beside him.

The tent glowed from within under a starlit sky as Hermione poured tea from a kettle into the cups. “How’re the mushrooms? Seem to be the only edible things growing round here,” she asked.

Harry could only grimace as he chewed. “They’re great,” he lied.

“Make sure to leave some for Ron,” Hermione said.

You looked at Ron who was sleeping as Harry asked Hermione how bad he was at the moment. “He’ll be alright in a few days. Hopefully. If we could take him to Hogwarts, to Madam Pomfrey–” she cut herself when Harry glanced at her, giving her a look that confirmed what she already knew—it was not possible to take Ron to Madam Pomfrey. You would just have to settle with what you have right now.

You felt it again, that familiar weight pressing down on your chest. The world felt like an empty void, and the possibility of winning the war seemed so distant… so out of reach. You took a deep breath, trying to push the darkness away. Yet, depression started to creep its way in, causing your shoulders to slump.

“Take it off,” Harry instructed you, instantly feeling the change in your demeanor.

“But I haven’t been wearing it for that long. I can manage a little longer,” you reasoned.

“No, Y/N. Take it off. I’ll wear it instead,” he told you and you didn’t bother to fight with him anymore. You gave him the locket, and he placed it on his neck.

“Thank you,” you whispered to him, kissing his cheek. He smiled in response, yet again squeezing your hand that still held his.

“It’s comforting to know how much you care for each other. Especially during these times.” Hermione grinned at the two of you.

Hermione was agitated, you could tell it by the way she handled the fish she was about to cook. And you knew it was mostly because of the locket she was wearing.

You immediately grabbed her hands tightly, stopping them from further stabbing the fish when she was supposed to remove the scales. “You know the fish is already dead, right?” you asked. She looked at the fish, realizing what she was doing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was doing that,” she replied, shaking her head. You could see the disappointment that etched her face.

“It’s okay,” you smiled. “I can cook for tonight.”

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Of course. You’ve already done so much today. You deserve some rest. I’ll just wake you up when it’s time to eat,” you replied, taking the knife and the fish away from her.

She teared up a bit, smiling widely. “Thank you so much, I really appreciate this. If you need any hel–”

“Hermione,” you stopped her. “Stop. Please, just rest. I know how to cook a fish. I’ll be fine.”

“If it makes you feel better, I’ll help her cook,” Harry offered, coming up from behind you. “I’ll make sure the fish stays edible.”

You glared at him and he just laughed. You did not appreciate the fact that he couldn’t trust you with cooking, but you did appreciate that he was going to help.

“Thank you guys so much,” Hermione smiled, hugging the two of you before going to bed.

You saw Ron covering her with a blanket and you looked at Harry to see if he saw it too. He did, and now you were giggling with each other at how your two friends couldn’t just admit their feelings for each other.

Ron was staring at the fire. There was so much anger and doubt beneath his eyes and you understood where they were coming from. You walked towards him, sitting down beside him. He nodded, acknowledging your presence before looking at the fire again. You could tell from the way he breathed deeply that he was attempting to steady his thoughts. However, a pang of anger emerged, causing him to clench his fists.

He was still injured and you have noticed that he seemed more quiet and reserved lately. You wanted to ask him a question, to ask him how was he but you were scared you’d make him more annoyed than he already was. The locket on his neck wasn’t helping.

“I’m guessing you’re here to ask how I feel?” he voiced.

“Yes…” you replied, still skeptical of whether you should leave him alone or stay with him.

You chose to stay with him.

“Well, how do you think I’m feeling?” he snapped. “What do I look like? Do I look like I’m fine?”

Harry and Hermione stopped their conversation as soon as they heard Ron. Harry stood up from his position immediately, ready to intervene.

“Ron, I’m just concerned–” you told him.

“I feel horrible,” he interrupted you. “I feel like I’m a barrier stopping all of us from making progress.”

Harry’s stance changed, he was ready to fight Ron earlier when he heard him snap at you. But now, he felt heartbroken for his friend. He sat down beside you and Hermione followed him. Now, the four of you sat in a circle.

“What makes you feel like that?” Hermione asked him. “That’s not true.”

“Really? Do you think I don’t hear you all constantly talk about how long it takes until I get fully healed?”

“Ron, it’s just–we don’t have all the time in the world and we want to get you healed as soon as possible,” you reasoned.

“Exactly,” he said. “I’m halting all of us. You all wanna leave but you feel like you’re forced to stay because of me.”

“You are taking all of this wrong,” Hermione spoke up.

“It’s the locket,” Harry interrupted, trying to remove the locket from Ron’s neck but Ron swat away his hand. “Take it off,” Harry warned him. He was getting irritated as well.

“Can you both stop?” you vocalized. “Ron, I don’t know what it is that you want us to say but at least believe me when I say that we don’t feel forced staying with you here. Yes, we could’ve traveled more these past few days but we still made progress by staying here. We had more opportunities to talk and brainstorm together. And at the same time, we were able to get some rest from constant traveling. If we wanted to leave you, we could’ve done that way earlier. We could’ve left you injured, but we didn’t. We didn’t leave you, we stayed with you because we care for you. Now, please take that locket off before you assume things again.”

That seemed to calm him down. Harry tried to take the locket off from him again, but this time, Ron let him. Ron looked down, letting your words sink into his head. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. Hermione moved so she could sit beside him, rubbing circles on his back to comfort him.

“It’s fine. We all overthink things when we’re stressed,” you said, smiling at him.

“Thank you,” he spoke, looking at each one of you. “I’m glad I have you all.”

You were all gathered around the table when you noticed that Harry’s hands started fidgeting. He hid them behind his back but it was too late because you already saw them. When Hermione asked him a question about where all of you should go next, he only shrugged. At that moment, Ron and Hermione knew something was wrong. Harry suddenly walked out and you immediately followed him. Hermione wanted to go after him as well but Ron stopped her before she could even move a step.

“Let Y/N talk to him,” Ron said and Hermione agreed it would be the best.

You saw Harry sitting alone, visibly overwhelmed. His hands were grasping tightly onto each other, trying to fight off the anger and depression creeping in. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to regain control. The locket he was wearing doubled up the anger and depression he was already feeling.

"Come on, pull it together," he whispered to himself. He didn't notice you sitting beside him. It saddened you to see him like this. If you told your young self that the giggly kid you met at the Hogwarts Express back in your first year would end up like this years later, you wouldn’t believe yourself. But now here you were, beside him, watching him say positive things to himself when you knew there were little to no positive things left.

Harry hugged his knees. His eyes were still closed, and he put his head down as if he were trying to cover himself from the world. You teared up just from that sight alone.

That little kid who gave you candy on the train years ago grew up with the weight of the world on his shoulders, and you were a witness. The war was far from over and each day that passed without finding a horcrux troubled every one of you.

You didn’t know what to say so you just did what you could do at that moment. You hugged him, so tight to make him feel that if he wanted to cover himself from the world, you would provide a second layer of protection.

His body stopped shaking and he looked up at you. That was when you saw he was crying. You wiped his tears gently with your hands, telling him that you were there for him and that you were always going to be there for him.

“What if everything fails and he wins?” he asked, hugging your body with every bit of his strength. He was holding onto you like his life depended on it. You hugged him back, kissing his forehead before putting your chin above his head. You saw Ron and Hermione standing at the entrance of the tent, their eyes were tearing up as well. You didn’t know how long they had been watching you and Harry but you motioned for them to go outside.

They joined the hug, and right after, you felt safe from every harm that would come your way. Moments where you felt safe only happen rarely, so you cherished this moment.

“He won’t win,” you stated.

“How do you know so?” Harry asked.

“I don’t know so. I just believe so,” you answered.

You hugged them even tighter, whispering that it was going to be alright when in reality you weren’t sure if everything would be alright.

Maybe what you were doing was instilling them with false hope, but at least it was still hope.

And right now, you all needed hope so badly.

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annaloveshjp · 10 months

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The Exit

- ex!harry potter x fem!reader - summary: this is inspired/based off of the song "The Exit" by Conan Gray :) grab your tissues, loves - a/n: started writing this a while ago and just finished it recently. I hope you like it and I'm sorry it's kind of short - word count: 1.8k

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Your heart sunk at the sight. Harry had just walked into the café you used to visit together, but it wasn’t you on his arm this time.

Ginny was her name. She was beautiful, you couldn’t lie to yourself. You knew her from Harry's hometown; she was the sister of his best friend. You watched as they walked up to the counter and ordered their drinks. You tried to look away, yet you couldn’t help but notice her features and wonder why he chose her and left you. She was so similar in so many ways.

It had been nine months since your split, yet, you hadn’t moved on. He had. He seemed so happy, and you couldn’t understand how he did it. You wished you could walk up to him and ask him “How?”

But no, that would embarrass both of you.

So you sat with your half-cold coffee and watched them playfully bicker about how boring Harry’s coffee order was: Plain black, no cream, no sugar. Just bitter.

Like yourself. You thought bitterly as Ginny ordered something different for Harry.

You wanted to be happy for him, truly, but all you could think about when you saw the forced smile on his face as Ginny ordered for him was how you would never do something like that. Let him make his own decisions. Your jaw clenched, It’s not cute.

Or maybe it was?

You had been so deep in thought that you almost didn’t notice them finish ordering. Ginny pulled Harry by the arm and started to look for an empty table. While her eyes were wandering, Harry’s eyes met yours for only a second. They grew wide before looking for a table to distract themselves. In that second, you took notice of Harry’s clean-shaven face. You knew Harry liked growing out his facial hair a bit, so Ginny must’ve said she liked a clean face.

“Here,” you heard GInny say as she walked with Harry over to an empty table not too far from yours. You tensed up as Harry took the chair that faced away from you, leaving Ginny to face you.

You focused your attention on your forgotten book on your table, but you couldn’t help but overhear their conversation. They started to talk about moving plans and apartment ideas. The words on the pages of your book began to blur as you unconsciously aimed your focus at Ginny’s words about how she’d officially move in by the end of the week.

Your mind suddenly flashed back to all of those days of talking about your life with Harry. You two would share the biggest room in his apartment, and the smaller one would be the guest room for friends. Thinking about mornings in the kitchen; you could see yourself singing a tune while Harry made breakfast. But you never got to those days. Ginny will.

Harry had talked about Ginny a few times during your relationship, but it seemed like she was a younger sister-type figure. You never noticed how he would go on about how funny she was, or the way he liked how she would tease him. You had been so blinded by your love for him that you didn’t even see he loved someone else.

You didn’t hate Harry, you never could, but you wished he had tried to keep the relationship together. It was a rough parting–for you at least. Harry had invited you to his apartment one day, which you accepted, but you had arrived late. Your hair was messed up from the wind. Your mascara, smudged, from the rain and you rubbing your eyes.

“I’m sorry I look a mess,” you muttered an unnecessary apology as you entered his apartment. “The rain was awful, and–”

“Where were you?” Harry asked you, a touch of suspicion in his voice.

You looked up at him. “I got home from work late,” you told him, trying to be kind. “I was exhausted and decided to take a nap, but I totally lost track of time, so I had to rush to get here. I’m sorry. Really.”

“Work, hm?” he said quietly. You watched as he walked around the couch to get closer to you, not making eye contact.

“Yes, Harry. Work,” you said, confused. “What else would I be doing on a Tuesday night? Drinking at a bar?” you asked him sarcastically.

“Maybe,” he said.

You hung your jacket up, walking closer to him.

“Are you alright–?” you began to ask before Harry interrupted.

“No, I’m not,” he said bluntly. “I want to know where you’ve been,”

“What do you mean?” you asked him, backing up a step.

“You know what I mean,” he scoffed, walking away. “You’re always late coming over here and I want to know why,”

“Always?” you asked. “It’s only been a few times that I was late, and usually it’s because I work late or there’s traffic. I don’t know what you’re on about, Harry, but whatever it is, I don’t like where it’s going.”

“Me bloody either, Y/N!” he said loudly, making you jump. “You’ve been seeing someone else and I want to know who!”

“What the fuck, Harry?” you shouted back. “Why would I be seeing someone else?”

“Maybe because I’m not good enough, I don’t know!” he cried. “Look at you! Your hair’s all messed up and so is your makeup!”

“Yeah, Harry, if you couldn’t tell, it’s pouring outside!” you yelled exasperatedly, motioning to the horrid weather showing through his window.

He laughed bitterly. “Don’t be making excuses now, love,”

“I’m not,” you said quietly.

“Fuck, Y/N!” he shouted, pulling at his hair.

“What do you want me to say?” you asked loudly.

“I don’t know, tell me the truth!” he yelled.

“I am!” you yelled back, stomping your foot.

“We’re done, Y/N,” Harry said lowly, looking up and glaring at you.

You stop. What the fuck?

“Harry, wait–”

“No, Y/N, you heard me,” he said.

“But why?” you begged. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Sure you didn’t,” he grumbled. “Get out, please,”

Suddenly, you had an epiphany.

“Are you and Ginny fucking?” you asked him, leaving all your emotions behind.

His face dropped.

“I– what?”

“Answer the fucking question, Harry,” you demanded, glaring daggers at him.

How could you have not seen it before? It’s so obvious now, you wanted to smack yourself across the face right then and there.

Harry only looked at you guiltily before saying, “So, you really aren't cheating?”

“No, Harry, I’m not,” you said. “I never was. But now that I know that you are, I’m leaving,”

“No, wait–”

“No, Harry! You’ve made it pretty obvious that you’re seeing Ginny, and I wouldn’t want to ruin your perfect bond, now, would I?” you cried, tears burning your eyes.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I was being stupid. I never thought you cheated I just–” he pleaded.

“Just what? Wanted to make yourself feel better about the fact that you were already fucking someone else?” you said. “And yeah, Harry, you’re pretty fucking stupid.”

“Fuck,” Harry sighed. “Don’t know why I did that, Baby, I’m sorry,”

“Good for you,” you said sarcastically. “I’m done,”

You quickly grabbed your coat and turned the door handle.

With the door open, you turned to Harry.

“Fuck you,” you spat.

Slamming the door, you walked out of his apartment, letting your tears fall free.

You hadn’t talked to him at all since then, but now that you’re seeing him with her, part of you wanted to run to him and forgive him for everything that he did, but the other part wanted him to miss you and regret ever leaving you.

You watched from behind Harry as he sipped his coffee (Caramel latte, two sugars, with a pump of vanilla) and you could imagine the forced look of delight as he placed his cup down. Definitely way too sweet for him.

Your lips quivered as you remembered how he would laugh if you would ever suggest he try something out of his comfort zone. You missed how comfortable he was with you. You hadn’t seen that with Ginny the whole ten minutes they’d been here.

Maybe his taste for coffee changed? No, that would be stupid, right? I don’t know.

You couldn’t take it much longer. With a loud screech, you pushed your chair out and walked to the bathroom, needing a break from Ginny's pretty face. You made sure not to look back to see if Harry saw.

Down the hall to the restrooms, you stopped in front of the door, not needing to go in. You took a few deep breaths, trying to clear your head.

Footsteps approached behind you and came to a halt, making you realize you were probably blocking the bathroom door.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, not looking up but backing away from the door. The owner of the footsteps didn’t go into the bathroom but said your name.

“Y/N,” the voice said. You couldn’t believe your ears for a moment, so you trusted your eyes and looked up to see Harry looking down at you with an emotion you couldn’t quite recognize in his eyes.

“Oh, uhm, hi,” you said. “What do you want?”

“I– fuck. I wanted to apologize. Properly,” said Harry.

You looked around. “Seriously? Right here?” you whispered. “Ginny is literally right there, you dumbass!” you pushed his chest slightly, a part of you wanting to touch him, even for a moment.

“Yes, right here, Y/N. I told her I was going to the bathroom, it’s fine.” he ensured. “I just– I realized how big of a mistake I made last February and I wanted you to know how sorry I am,”

“You just realized?” you scoff. “I realized that the moment I stepped out of your apartment, Harry. I swear, things had just started to bloom between us, like, the peak of us, and you just left. I felt like I was standing at the exit for months. The exit to our relationship. Maybe I still am.”

He opens his mouth to speak, but you interrupt him.

“Oh, and speaking of apartments! Ginny is moving in with you this Friday, right? I’m so happy for you!” you congratulate him sarcastically with a bitter laugh. “You must really be in love if she’s coming with you that fast! It took you over a year to ask me to move in, but she’s already moved with you in nine months?”

“Y/N,” he starts.

“Don’t Y/N me,” you say lowly. “You love her, it’s over. This is over.” you motion to the two of you.

He gives you a pleading look but you just glare at him. You push your way past him and walk back to your table. Ginny catches your eye and gives you a polite smile. You return it. You figured Harry had never talked about you to her, so you didn’t worry about her recognizing you.

You finish packing your things and head for the door. Looking back at their table, you see Harry looking at you, but you only give both of them a polite smile and walk out of the exit.

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mastermindmiko · 7 months

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Blue Butterflies (Part two)

Pairing: Harry Potter + fem!reader

Word count: 6863

Warnings: kissing, slight angst? let me know if you find anything that I didn't

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Harry was sitting in the highest box along with the Weasleys. The match hadn’t begun yet, but everyone was waiting on the edge of their seats. Unlike most of the stadium, Harry was leaning on the edge of the railing resting his head on his hand.

He was sure that Y/N was going to be mad at him because he left without saying goodbye, but it wasn’t his fault that the Weasleys nearly kidnapped him. Mr. Weasley looked at Harry and asked, “Potter! You’re at the Quidditch world cup, cheer up!”

“Don’t be hard on him, dad. He’s just missing his imaginary girlfriend.” Fred teased, and he placed a faux sympathetic hand on Harry’s shoulder. Harry swatted Fred’s hand away, and George and Ron laughed. Harry’s face heated, and Hermione, “I believe that she’s real, Harry.”

“This is not some controversial thing, she is real, but she’s not technically my girlfriend. She’s only a friend.” Harry explained, and Ron had to hold in a laugh, but it came out as a snicker. Harry’s head snapped to Ron, and Ron stilled. Ron said, quickly, “No, I definitely believe you.”

Before Harry had a chance to reply at his unconvincing words, the match had started. The bulgarian mascots, the veelas were flying all around the stadium, showing off their beauty, capturing both the eyes of men and women. Ron was so entranced that he almost jumped off the railing, and he would have, if Hermione hadn’t grabbed him down.

Harry, much like Mr. Weasley, wasn't captured by their beauty, though Harry had to admit that they were very beautiful. Mr. Weasley kept an eye out after Ron almost jumped off, looking at all the kids with a close eye. He noticed Harry’s bored expression and clasped a hand on his shoulder, “You’re just like me, ey?

Once again, before Harry could question, the Bulgarian mascots had left, and were immediately replaced by leprechauns.Harry made a note to ask Mr Weasley about what he meant after the match. Fred and George cheered for their team, and the atmosphere that had been created by the veelas was changed into a more joyful and boisterous one.

Soon enough, the match had begun, and Harry was so taken by the excitement in the space, that momentarily he had forgotten about his sad feelings. He cheered when Viktor Krum had caught the snitch, but he was sad to find out that even with the extra one hundred and fifty points, the Irish still had one.

The twins couldn’t stop celebrating all the way back to the tent, and Harry enjoyed their songs, but what he enjoyed the most was how angered Ron looked. He snickered at his friend's expression and watched as Ron declared his love for Viktor Krum.

Soon enough shouts were heard and Mr. Weasley entered the room, panicked. “That must be the Irish!” exclaimed George, still waltzing around the room with his twin. Mr. Weasley placed a firm hand on Fred’s shoulder to get them to stop, “It’s not the Irish, we have to go.”

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“Now that we’re all settled in and sorted, I’d like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year, but home to some very special guests as well. You see, Hogwarts has been chosen-” Dumbledore’s speech gets interrupted by Filch running inside and then whispering something in his ear.

The students wait around anxiously and Harry can already see Fred and George making bets on what the announcement will be. Filch runs back to the gate, and Dumbledore continues, “So, Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event, the triwizard tournament!”

Chatter erupts in the hall, and Fred hands George two sickles. George has a smirk on his face. “Now for those of you who do not know, the triwizard tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests, for each school, a single student is selected to compete. Now let me be clear, if chosen, you stand alone, and trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint hearted.”

The chatter stops at Dumbledore’s eery words, and a frown settles on Harry’s face. “But more of that later, now please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons academy of magic and their headmistress Madame Maxime!”

The doors to the Great Hall open, revealing a large group of ladies all wearing blue uniforms. Harry thought about how Y/N would love that. They walked with their hands behind their backs and leaned in on each side to show off for the boys.

They started running to the front of the hall, and Ron’s mouth was agape. Then blue butterflies erupted from around the girls, and all Harry could think about was how perfect Beauxbatons seemed for Y/N. When they were done, the headmistress walked behind them, and seamus said, “Blimey, that’s one big woman!”

A girl tumbled behind the girls, and as soon as the ladies bowed. The hall erupted in cheers and wolf whistles, Ron and Harry cheering loudly like all of the boys. Hermione and Ginny opposite them only clapped their hands politely. The ladies went to sit on the Ravenclaw table.

“And now, please welcome our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their headmaster, Igor Karkroff!” Dumbledore bellowed, and everyone’s heads snapped to the door to see the other school’s entrance.

While turning to look at the entrance of the Great Hall, he saw a familiar face sitting at the Ravenclaw table, standing up to be able to see the Durmstrang boys more clearly. Harry’s eyes widened as he noticed Y/N in the blue Beauxbatons uniform. His thoughts were interrupted by Ron saying in awe, “Blimey, it’s him, Viktor Krum!”

Harry looked to where Ron was looking and noticed that it was in fact Viktor Krum, standing next to the headmaster, Igor Karkroff. The two headmasters embraced and Igor placed a soft kiss on madame maxime’s hand. Harry slapped Ron’s shoulder and he pointed to where Y/N’s sitting, “Look, Look! That’s Y/N!”

“Right!” Ron scoffed, as he looked at the Beauxbatons’ girl sitting next to a Ravenclaw boy who was clearly flirting with her. Three blue butterflies flew around her as several boys looked at her in awe. “It is her!”

Ron rolled his eyes, and Hermione and Ginny looked at Y/N. Harry noticed and said, “Hermione, tell Ron that you believe me!” Hermione bit her lip then looked back at Y/N, “Even that does seem a bit far fetched Harry.”

“What’s all the racket about?” Fred asked, and George beside him. Ron pointed to where the Ravenclaw was and said, “Harry expects us to believe that that veela over there is Y/N!”

Fred and George looked to where Ron was pointing and they started snickering. Ginny couldn’t help but join in on the laughter. Harry’s face turned red and he shouted, “That is her!”

“Wasn’t she a muggle, Harry?” Hermione asked, trying not to join in on the infectious laughter. Harry looked at her and replied, “I thought she was, but apparently not.”

The whole table started laughing as Ron told Seamus and Dean about Harry’s claim. Fred then told George through laughter, “How about you give me a hundred galleons if that’s actually Y/N?”

“You really want to lose a hundred galleons, Fred?” George countered back, and soon enough Harry had had enough of the teasing and he started to leave the Great Hall.

At the Ravenclaw table, Y/N was laughing along with her friends, grateful that madame Maxime allowed the ones with the highest grades in each year to join in watching the triwizard tournament. She was about to continue chatting when she saw a familiar mop of hair.

“Hey, Terry. Could you tell me who’s that?” she asked, and Terry looked at where she was pointing, and he replied to her with an awestruck smile, “That’s Harry Potter!”

She gives him a quick smile as thanks. She walks towards Harry and starts to call out his name. She was beyond excited, if this really was her Harry then she’d be on the moon for the rest of the year. It would truly be brilliant if the guy she liked was also a wizard.

Back at the Gryffindor table, “You all should be ashamed of yourselves, he’s your friend, you shouldn’t tease him like that!” Hermione scolded as Ginny started poking her shoulder with a surprised look on her face. “What?!” Hermione shouted, and Ginny pointed to where Y/N was standing, talking to Harry.

Ron, Dean, Seamus, Fred and George all looked to where Ginny was pointing and they all gave each other a quick look before they ran towards Harry. They all stood behind the boy and they watched Harry and Y/N hug. She opened her eyes to see five boys looking at her excitedly and so she moved back from Harry’s embrace, shy.

Harry looks behind him, and gets startled by the boys behind him. She gives them all a wave with a small “Hi.” They all wave back like idiots, and Harry folds his arms. He turns back to look at Y/N, and he asks, “You never told me you were a witch!”

“You never told me you were a wizard!” She counters back, and her excitement leads her butterflies to flutter around them. One of them stands on Ron’s nose while the other two stand each on one of Dean’s shoulders. “This is so exciting!” She exclaims and brings Harry to another hug.

Seamus clears his throat, and she looks at the group of boys still looking at her. She moves away from Harry and faces the boys. She notices Ron’s red hair and says, “You must be Ron, Harry’s told me about you!”

Ron flushes under her attention, and he mumbles, “Uh huh.” Fred pushes Ron to the side and asks with a cheeky smile, “Well then, darling, you must know who we are.” He points to himself and George.

“Oh! You’re Ron’s brothers, George and Fred.” She says, excited that she remembers all of Harry’s friends. “That’s right, gorgeous.” George replies, and Y/N is unphased by the pet name, having received many of them over the years, yet she’s never heard one from Harry. She doesn’t let that thought bother her as she turns to the other two boys and notices that one of them is very good looking, he doesn’t make butterflies erupt in her stomach, but still she blushes, “I’m sorry, I don’t remember Harry telling me who you two are.”

Seamus and Dean stare at her without a thought in her head, and Harry taps her shoulder. She looks at him and he says, “It’s the veela-ness.”

She notices and says, “Oh, I’m sorry you can blame my grandmother for that!” She chuckles as she tries to suppress the veela powers, leaving only one butterfly, still on Dean’s shoulder. “I’m Seamus Finnigan.” seamus holds his hand out for her to shake and she does so.

“I’m Dean.” Dean says, shyly, and Y/N couldn’t help but blush at how cute he is. Harry notices their weird interaction and he frowns. Y/N notices the butterfly on Dean’s shoulder and she walks closer to him, effectively cutting off his breath. She takes the butterfly and it flies above her again. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s nothing!” Dean nearly shouts, and seamus snickers behind him. “If you guys don’t mind, I want to do some catching up with Harry.” Y/N says, as she grabs Harry’s hand and leads him out of the Great Hall.

The boys watch as they exit the Great Hall and as soon as they’re out of the hall, Fred turns to George and says, “Pay up, git!” George looks at Fred, appalled, “I never agreed.”

“You never disagreed either, now give me my money!” Fred says, and George points to behind Fred and says, “Oh, what’s that?” Fred and all the boys turn to look where George was pointing, giving George just enough time to run away towards the Gryffindor table.

Outside the Great Hall, “So your dad was a student at Beauxbatons?” Harry asked, after Y/N shared more about her life. She hummed in agreement at his words, and she pulled him into a hug again. “I’m sorry, I’m just so happy, you’re a wizard!”

“No, don’t be sorry.” Harry said while pulling her closer to the point where he lifts her toes from the ground for a bit. He’s about to let go of her when she wraps her arms around him tighter, “Can we just stay like this for a bit?”

Harry doesn’t answer, but he pulls her back into an embrace. Once she’s had enough, she pulls back and looks at him. A frown settles on her face, and Harry gets confused. She takes a bit of his hair between her fingers and she asks, “Harry?”

He hums in acknowledgement, looking into her eyes. She looks back at him for a second with a sweet smile, and his heart races. That’s new, he thinks. She pulls that strand of his hair that she was holding, and shouts, “What have you done to your hair?”

He moves away from her and rubs his head in pain. He grimaces and looks at her angry expression. “What do you mean?” She walks closer to him and holds his cheek, making his face effectively turn red. “Harry, you know that I mean this in the kindest way possible, but your hair looks disgusting.”

“What’s wrong with it?” He asks, confused but not focused with her hand holding his face. She pats his cheek sympathetically and says, “The question you should be asking is what is right with it?”

“You really think it’s that bad?” Harry asks, and she bites her lip, and his gaze shoots down to her lips. She doesn’t take notice and says, “Well, it’s bad, but it’s not awful because it’s you.”

He blushes and smiles at her. They get interrupted by Viktor Krum walking outside the great hall, and he spots Y/N. He puts one hand around her waist and says in a thick Bulgarian accent, “Madame Maxime wants to see you inside.”

Y/N’s face forms an ‘O’, and she gives Harry a kiss on the cheek. She wonders if he knows that he’s the only one that she kisses on their cheek, and says, “See you later, Harry.” He nods while looking at Krum with an angry expression. Krum gives him a nod and then leads them back to the Great Hall. Harry stares at Krum’s hand around Y/N’s waist and he walks inside the Great Hall to sit back on the Gryffindor table.

He sits back next to Ron and he mumbles, “I hate Viktor Krum.” Ron gasps from beside him with a spoonful of food in his mouth. Harry notices that the feast has begun and he starts to fill his plate with food. “You take that back!” Ron gasps.

“No.” Harry says, shortly. Halfway through dinner, a boy from Beauxbatons comes near Harry and asks, “Are you Y/N’s friend?” Harry nods and the boy says, “I’m Elliot Dupont, Y/N told me that you wanted me to cut your hair.”

He looks at the Ravenclaw table to find Y/N missing, and he scans all the tables to find her sitting next to Viktor Krum on the Slytherin table. He nearly seethes when he finds that on her other side Draco Malfoy is talking her ear off. She makes eye contact with him and she notices Elliot. She gives him a big thumbs up with excitement.

Harry turned to Elliot and said, “Yeah.” Elliot surveys Harry’s hair with disgust and grabs his arm. “Let’s go!” Harry didn’t have time to protest as he was pulled out of the Great Hall into the boy’s bathroom. Elliot conjured up a chair and a pair of scissors. He opened and closed the scissors and looked at Harry with an evil grin, “Let’s start.”

***

“He’s such a git.” Harry mumbles, frustrated. “Why is he acting like this?” He groans and puts his head in his hands. Y/N shuffles closer to him and says, “Maybe, he’s just feeling overshadowed.”

They’re sitting together in the courtyard after Ron had another fight with Harry, also after Professor Moody had turned Draco Malfoy into a ferret. They’re in a far off corner where no one can see them, and where Harry can’t see the ‘Potter Stinks’ Badges.

“I think you should try to forget about Ron for a bit and focus on something other than him…” She trails off, trying to plant an idea in his head. She sticks to his side and plays with his, now trimmed, hair. “Are you thinking about who you’re going to ask?”

“Ask who to what?” Harry asks, confused. He’s looking at the ground, and Y/N grabs his face to make him look at her. “There’s a ball coming up, and you have to have a date.”

“I’m not going to some ball.” Harry said, and Y/N rolled her eyes, “It’s mandatory for the champions to go, Harry.” He groans, even more frustrated. She hums telling him to tell her who he’s thinking of taking. “Maybe Cho, she seems nice.”

“I heard she fancies Cedric.” Y/N said, ignoring the pang of jealousy she felt in her chest. Harry rolls his eyes, remembering Hermione and Ginny’s reactions to Cedric back at the Quidditch World Cup, and says, “Everyone fancies him.”

“I don’t.” Y/N says firmly and so she continues, “Anyone else you want to ask?” Harry shakes his head, and he sighs, “I’ll think about it when we get told about it.”

“You know, I coloured my dress crimson red.” Y/N said, still not giving up. Harry’s face brightened and he said, “Oh! That’s my favourite colour-” as if she didn’t already know that, “How do you know about the ball anyway?”

“We were told before we came here, so we can get our dresses from home.” Y/N explained, the Durmstrang boys also found out, considering that Viktor Krum had already asked her, she declined, but he’s been trying to get her to agree. Truthfully, the only person she wanted to go with was Harry, and if not Harry then maybe Dean.

“I don’t have a date, you know.” Y/N says still playing with his hair, once he had looked away. Harry looked at Y/N sympathetically and patted her shoulder while saying, “Don’t worry Y/N, you’re going to find one.”

She rolled her eyes at what he was implying and she grabbed her bag. She slung it around her shoulders, “You’re really thick, you know that.” she huffed and walked away towards the castle. She found some of her friends from Beauxbatons and she stayed with them. Harry was left confused in the end of the courtyard.

"Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?" Fleur asked, asking Y/n what’s wrong. She pointed towards Harry and replied, “cet idiot là-bas ne comprend pas que je veux qu'il me demande d'aller au bal”

The group looked at Harry at the mention of him not understanding that she wanted him to take her to the ball, and Harry stood still under the glares of several, older Beauxbatons students. He looked around him to see if they were looking at anyone else, but he was the only one there. He gave them an awkward smile then promptly ran away.

Soon enough, the Yule Ball was announced to the population of Hogwarts. Y/N got asked to the ball more times than she could count, and because of that she had decided to use all her energy to suppress her veela powers considering that almost all the boys who asked her didn’t even know her name.

Suppressing her powers was very draining, but not more draining than waiting for Harry to ask her. She turned down Viktor Krum two more times before he decided to ask Harry’s friend, Hermione. The Yule Ball was in two days, and Harry didn’t ask her.

During breakfast, Y/N decided to ask Harry to be her date, why should she wait around for him to ask her. According to her knowledge Harry didn’t ask anyone which means that he has no date. “Harry, considering that you have no date, I was wondering if-”

“But Harry does have a date.” Ron interrupted with food in his mouth, and Y/N breath got caught in her throat. Harry was eating, only listening to the conversation. “Oh, that’s great! Who is it?”

“Parvati Patil.” Harry said, and he looked at Y/N to ask, “So, who are you going with?” She rolled her eyes and huffed, she couldn’t have made it anymore obvious. For the second time, she grabbed her bag and left the Great Hall.

She was walking in the corridor, heading back to the carriage. The Yule Ball is in two days, of course everyone has a date, she might as well go home for Christmas rather than spend it alone here. Tears involuntarily began to fill her eyes, and she wiped them away with her hands. She wasn’t going to cry because of some boy who didn’t want her.

“Y/N!” seamus called out her name, and she turned to look at him, praying that her eyes don’t look red. Seamus pushed Dean towards her and she could hear Dean whisper, “She’s not going to say yes.”

“Hi Dean.” She said with a smile. He’s very shy with a blush on his face, he clears his throat and looks her in the eye as he asks, “Would you um would you like to go to the Yule Ball with me?”

“Yeah.” She replied with a wide smile, she rushed to give him a hug and she said, “Thank you so much for asking me, Dean!” He’s positively flushed when she releases him from the hug. He gives her a crooked smile, and he says, “I’ll pick you up at 7:30?”

“Sure, I’ll be waiting outside the carriage.” She confirms, and she gives him a kiss on the cheek before leaving, “See you then!” She turns around and nearly skips back to the carriage. She couldn’t deny the disappointment that she felt that she wasn't going with Harry, but she was excited to go with Dean. It felt weird kissing someone on the cheek that wasn’t Harry, but she ignored that feeling.

***

Harry was waiting outside with Parvati Patil and they were just about to make their grand entrance. Harry was waiting to see if he could find Y/N, considering the fact that he was about to puke from nervousness and she was the only one who could calm him down. Hermione’s talking with Viktor Krum so he wouldn’t want to disturb her, and Ron’s on edge because Hermione’s talking with Krum.

Professor McGonogall walks up to him and says, “Are you ready, Potter?” His eyes widen and he looks at his watch, 8:05, the ball was supposed to start 5 minutes ago. “Professor, can’t we just give it a few more minutes?”

“I’m sorry Potter, but we can’t hold off everything for some reason, only you know.” Professor McGonogall shook her head, and headed inside to tell Dumbledore to start to announce the champions. He headed inside with Parvati holding his arm.

They walked inside behind all the other champions, on his right he saw Ron with Padma. Parvati waved to her sister, and beside Ron, he could see Seamus, beside Seamus there was Dean, and who was Dean’s date? Y/N. He looked away quickly and focused on walking towards the centre of the hall.

The music started and Harry started to fumble with dancing, he clearly had no practice. It was painful to watch, and right beside him, all of the other champions were dancing gracefully and elegantly. Luckily for Harry, no one really focused on him and they all focused on Fleur who was looking even more beautiful tonight than usual.

Once the torturous dance ended, Harry went out looking for Ron who was sulking on one of the tables. He sank into the chair beside him, and Padma asked, “Aren’t we going to dance?” Parvati nodded along to her sister’s question looking at Harry hopefully.

“Not in the mood.” Ron said, and both the twins sat next to their dates, doing nothing. Ron watched angrily as Hermione danced with Viktor Krum. He whispered, heatedly to Harry, “I hate Viktor Krum.”

“Welcome to the team.” Harry offered back to him, and he watched as Dean twirled Y/N around, watching her bright smile. Of course, she wouldn’t want to go out with him. He sighed and sank deeper in his chair. He watched her the entire night, it was involuntary really. All he wanted was to forget that she didn’t want to come to the ball with him, but all his eyes wanted was to look at how beautiful she looked in that crimson red dress.

Parvati stood up to dance with some boy from Durmstrang while Padma stayed beside Ron, the entire night. Right when the night was near ending, Ron had a spat with Hermione. Y/N got alerted by the sight of her new friends shouting and so she heads towards them.

“What happened?” She asked, looking at how Hermione was running out of the ball. Ron said, grumpily, “She was with the enemy!”

“The enemy, you mean Viktor Krum? Well, I’m from Beauxbatons, why wouldn’t I be considered the enemy.” Y/N asked with her hands on her hips, Ron fumbled and pouted, then he sank inside the chair more.

“Hmm?” Y/N turned to Harry and he shrugged his shoulders and raised his hands in surrender. Harry noticed that on the other side of the hall, Dean was looking around. “Aren’t you too busy with your date to care about what’s going on here?” Harry seethed.

“I always have time for my friends, Harry, and you know that.” Y/N answered, firmly. Harry stood up to be face-to-face with Y/N, and he spat, “Not since you found that new boyfriend of yours. You haven’t talked to me in two days!”

“Oh, I’m sorry that I haven’t been in the mood to talk to you, Harry.” Y/N hissed back at him, and he grinded his teeth against each other, “Why not?”

“I didn’t enjoy the thought of spending time with someone who didn’t want to go to the ball with me.” She explained, then she headed towards the entrance of the Great Hall to find Hermione, leaving Harry standing very confused. Dean came up from behind her and tapped her shoulder, “I’m going to go hang out with Seamus for a bit.”

She nodded her head, and said, “I was actually thinking of going to bed, but I had a great time Dean, really.” He smiled, and pressed a kiss on her hand that left her blushing at the gesture. He went back to the centre of the crowd to find seamus.

She went outside and looked around for Hermione to find her crying on the stairs. She climbed the few flights till she was beside her, and she sat down. “They’re the biggest idiots in the world.” Y/N told her, and Hermione couldn’t help but chuckle as she wiped away her tears.

“I just think that Ron’s jealous of Viktor more than anything else, really.” Y/N said, sympathetically. She had picked up on her crush very early on. Hermione rubbed her hands over face, and said, “Don’t give me hope, he’s hopeless.”

“Harry, on the other hand, really does like you.” Hermione said, and Y/N shook her head, she took off her heels, the same way Hermione did. “That’s not possible.”

Y/N folded her knees near to her chest, careful that her underwear does show. She folded her arms on her knees then rested her head on her forearms. She sighed, and Hermione mirrored her actions, exactly. Hermione expressed, “They spoiled the night.”

Y/N hummed in agreement, and she said, “I think I’ll go back home tomorrow.” The only reason why she wanted to stay after in the beginning of the year was because she’d thought that Harry would be her boyfriend after the ball, and they would spend the break going on dates. That didn’t seem to be happening.

“No, come on! You can’t let him ruin your holidays.” Hermione said, and Y/N just shook her head. She pressed her face tightly against her palms as she said, “I’ve liked him for nearly two years now, and it’s not like I’ve been subtle! He doesn’t like me, that’s the only explanation.”

Hermione said nothing as Y/N picked up her heels and stood up. She brushed the dirt off the back of her dress, and decided not to wear her heels, she’d wash her stockings when she got back home.

She wasn’t even sure if her parents would be thrilled if she came home. She had told them that she wasn’t coming back after Christmas, so they might have organised a trip somewhere. She knows that they’ve been wanting to take a trip for a while.

She sighed and she was nearing the carriage when her name got called out. She was far enough that she didn’t recognise the voice, so she turned and saw Harry. She turned back around and started walking at a faster pace. She could hear his footsteps picking up too.

She reached the dim carriage, alerting her that there were no students inside. It’s miserable how everyone was having a good time, and she’s the only one who will spend the night in the carriage all alone. She placed one foot on the first stair of the carriage when Harry grabbed her wrist.

She looked back at him and shoved her hand out of his grasp again. She started to climb up again, when Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up. She squirmed and slapped his arm, “Put me down, I don’t want to see you.”

“I won’t until you listen to me.” Harry said, and he didn’t at all seem bothered by the fact that she was hitting him. She noticed that he didn’t seem to be getting tired at all from carrying her, and her frustration grew. “Put me down, you git!”

“I did want to go to the ball with you.” Harry squeaked out, and she stopped moving. He slowly set her down, and he kept an eye out for any sudden movements she might do. She didn’t do or say anything for a moment, and Harry saw it as a chance to talk to her.

In a flash, she hurried up the stairs and reached the door. Her hand was nearly on the handle when Harry stood in between her and the door. She huffed out angrily, and grinded her teeth against each other. “I’m a seeker, you can’t outrun me.”

She looked away and she started to descend the stairs again. He grabbed her wrist again, and that was the final straw. “Just leave me alone! I don’t want to talk to you or see you.” She shouted, and he was left unfazed. She shoved him, and he said, “Just listen.”

“No, I won’t. I don’t owe you anything.” She seethed, and stepped away from his grasp. She stepped off the stairs and sat on a bench on the side of the carriage. She thought that if she stayed long enough, he’d get bored eventually then leave her alone.

She sat down, and he followed her. Just as he was about to sit, she lifted her legs up, so she took up the entire bench. She avoided his gaze even though she could feel him looking at her attentively. She started to play with her hair out of boredom, and looked at the lake.

“Why did you want to go to the ball with me?” Harry asks, and she scoffs, he truly is oblivious isn’t he? He doesn’t even know about her feelings, and he didn’t want to go to the ball with her, so why should she confess her feelings. She sighs, “You’re my friend.”

“You’re friends with so many people, why me?” He pressed and she tucked the strand of hair that she was playing with behind her ear. She started to shiver from the cold weather, and she said, “I enjoy spending time with you.”

He hums, unsatisfied, she can tell because she knows him like the back of her hand, but he doesn’t ask anymore questions. Snow began to fall, and she started to absolutely freeze. She got up and made her way towards the stairs again. “You should get back, you’re the champion and all.”

“Are we…fine?” Harry asks, and she lets another sigh escape her. She nods her head with a smile, even though she knows that she’ll never be fine until she moves on. He beams, and turns around to head back to the ball. She couldn’t help the way her eyes watered.

She climbed up the stairs for the final time that night and she didn’t bother changing her clothes as she reached her bed. She fell on her bed, and stayed there. She started sobbing, knowing that it was alright since no one was there anyway, that made it all more miserable.

***

It was the middle of the night when she heard knocking on her window. She took out her wand, and held it tightly. She was just about to go to sleep, so she stood in her pyjamas. She heard the knocking once more, and she made her way to the window cautiously.

She had the window open so she didn’t understand why the intruder would knock in the first place. She quickly pushed the curtain aside, and pointed her wand at whoever was there. Harry gasped as he saw the wand pointed towards his nose, and she lowered her wand with a sigh of relief.

“You scared me to death.” She said with a stern look, as Harry entered her room. He closed the window behind him, and then the curtain. He looked at her with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, and he pulled her in for a hug. Harry said, “You wouldn’t be scared if I was able to use the front door.”

She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, and she sighed. Ever since Cedric Diggory died in the triwizard tournament, and Harry said that Voldemort had returned, her parents forbid her from seeing him. They thought he was a lunatic and a bad influence.

They still didn’t allow Harry to see her even after the ministry had published Voldemort’s return. They thought Harry was dangerous. He had been sneaking into her room for a while now. This was the first time she’d seen him after the summer. He had just arrived from Hogwarts.

They sat on her bed, and she said, “I’m glad you’re back.” He nodded his head, and looked to the floor. The room wasn’t lit considering that she was just going to bed, so she opened her small bedside lamp. It lit the room in an orange way, but it was then that she noticed Harry’s tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes.

She cupped his cheeks with her hand, and asked, “Harry, what happened?” She could see tears begin to collect in the corners of his eyes again, and he choked out, “Sirius is dead.”

She pulled him into a hug, and then he started sobbing. He had his arms wrapped tightly around her waist as he continued to cry. He had his head resting on her shoulder, and every so often she would place a comforting kiss on his head.

She knew all about Sirius Black, at first she thought he was a murderer, but back in their fourth year, she saw him talking to Harry in the fireplace, and he explained everything to her. He told her how he was the only family he has left, and the biggest connection to his parents.

He told her that when his name got cleared, he’d go and live with him, and he’d invite her over because he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to spend the summer without her. He even told her how he had a small suitcase packed in his closet, ready for him to take when Sirius’s name got cleared.

She couldn’t imagine how he must be feeling at the moment. She was sure that he wasn’t going to feel well for the rest of the summer. Harry cried for an hour, and then his tears began to escape silently. She lifted his head up from her shoulder and grabbed a box of tissues from her nightstand. She handed him a few and he wiped away his tears.

“Sorry for ruining your night.” Harry said with a guilty look. “You didn’t ruin anything, I’m glad you’re back. I really missed you.” She reassured him, and he hugged her again in thanks. Harry expressed, “I thought you were going to be mad at me.”

“Why?” She asked, confused. She can’t remember anything annoying or rude that he did. “You never replied to my last letter.” Her heart sank, she remembered now. He had told her that Cho had kissed him after one of their DA lessons last Christmas. She forced out a chuckle, “I must’ve forgotten.”

“You’re still my favourite girl.” Harry teased, and she chuckled out, “I thought that was Hermione.” A blush coated Harry’s cheeks as he said, “You’re both my favourite girls just in different ways.”

“Oh, so you like Hermione, now?” She asked, trying as much as possible to shield away any negative emotion that she might be feeling. He shook his head, and her eyes widened. He couldn’t possibly like her, could he?

She blushed and she said, “What do you mean?” She had to hear him say it because she was terrified that she’d kiss him, and he wouldn’t kiss her back. He turned to face her completely, and he said, “I like you.”

She blinked a couple of times before she jumped on Harry, pressing her lips to his. His back hit the mattress as he lifted his arms to her waist to kiss her back. She cupped his face, and kissed him until she felt him smile against her lips, effectively ruining it.

She smiled, and giggled. She climbed off him, and blushed, “Sorry, it’s just that- I’ve wanted this since I was thirteen.” Harry’s smile widened and he replied, “You don’t have to be sorry, I’ve wanted this since you kissed me when we were eleven.”

She was smiling like a maniac after his words, and involuntarily a group of blue butterflies swarmed around the room, and a bunch of them landed on Harry causing him to laugh. She suppressed her powers once more, and they all disappeared. A question popped into her head and she voiced, “Why did my powers never affect you?”

He blushed and he explained, “I wondered the same when in the Quidditch world cup everyone was drooling at the Veelas, Ron was about to jump out of the top box while I was acting normally. I asked Mr. Weasley about it after the match and it turns out, I can’t be affected by Veela powers because I was already too in love with you.”

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SUMMARY: Harry still has nightmares about the graveyard … [takes place during OotP, Harry and reader are best friends]

word count: 1.7k (she’s a shortie! well, at least for me, seeing as I’m usually never able to keep anything short)

warnings: angst, fluff, (best) friends to lovers, nightmares, mentions of an abusive family (I hate the Dursleys so much … ), love confessions; Harry’s inner James coming through (kinda); the reader is gn in this one :)

AN: Harry James Potter is so criminally underrated in his own fandom, the lack of fanfics about him is astounding. (So if you have any requests for Harry fics, feel free to tell me!)

Also, this turned out a lot angstier than I originally intended, but then, it kind of does fit with OotP Harry, doesn’t it?

„No, Cedric!“

Harry’s terrified whisper wakes you up and you immediately throw your bedsheets aside, jumping out of bed, rushing over to the bed at the other side of the room, where Harry’s tossing and turning in his sleep. You’ve never been more grateful that you managed to convince Mrs. Weasley to let you and Harry share a room in Grimauldplace, telling her that you’re just friends and that she doesn’t need to worry about anything happening between you two.

Though you sometimes catch yourself wishing that maybe something would happen between you two - maybe one day you’ll find the courage to tell Harry how you really feel about him? - nothing has happened between you two. Not that any of that matters right now.

„Not Cedric, please don’t kill him, no, Cedric!“

„Harry!“ With shaking hands, you reach for Harry, trying to gently shake him awake, but the nightmare’s still got him in its grip.

„Don’t kill him - „

„Harry!“, you say, louder this time, but Harry still doesn’t hear you. Deciding that trying to gently shake him awake is not going to work, you grab his shoulders instead.

„Harry, please wake up, I’m here, please - „

Gasping, Harry finally opens his eyes, but he doesn’t seem to recognize you, his green eyes seem to stare right through you.

„No, get away from me - „

„Harry, it’s me! Y/N!“

Your words must have reached him, because Harry stops trying to twist away from you. He screws his eyes shut for a moment, and when he opens them again, his green eyes find yours.

„Y/N?“, he croaks, almost as if he’s too afraid to believe that you’re really there, that the nightmare is actually over.

„Yes, Harry, it’s me, I’m here, you’re - you’re safe“, you say, your voice breaking at the terrified look in Harry’s eyes.

Harry’s still shaking like a leaf and he looks so small and vulnerable in that moment that your hatred for Voldemort reaches a new height. Without Voldemort, none of this would be happening. Cedric Diggory would still be alive. Harry wouldn’t wake up screaming from nightmares almost every night. He wouldn’t have that haunted, terrified look in his eyes.

You force yourself to swallow down your anger. Mentally cursing Voldemort isn’t going to help Harry right now.

„I- I’m sorry“, Harry starts to say, but you silence him by leaning forward and throwing your arms around Harry, hugging him so close to you that you can feel his racing heartbeat against your chest.

„Harry James Potter, you are not going to apologize for having nightmares about Voldemort“, you say firmly.

„Harry James Potter, huh?“, Harry says, laughing weakly, his warm breath ghosting over the skin of your neck.

„Yeah … „, is all you say, tightening your hold on him. You want to tell him that he doesn’t need to pretend with you - he doesn’t have to put up a strong front, trying to find some kind of humor in the situation. But, you think, deep down, Harry already knows that. Ever since meeting each other in your first year at Hogwarts, you’ve always been close, always been comfortable with each other. Harry knows that he can just be himself around you, that there’s no need to hide anything from you.

Your heart breaks even more for the boy in your arms when you realize that he’s not putting up a strong front for you - he’s doing it for himself.

Harry’s never had an easy life - the first eleven years of his life he had to grow up in a household with his abusive, neglectful aunt and uncle, and when he finally went to Hogwarts, everyone’s already had their preconceived notions about what kind of person The Boy Who Lived would be. He’s always been living a life under scrutiny, but ever since the graveyard, ever since Voldemort returned to power, his life has been literal hell. From the Daily Prophet making him out to be some disturbed, dangerous liar, to nearly being expelled from Hogwarts for defending himself and his cousin Dudley from a dementor attack, to having to deal with Umbridge and her own brand of cruelty, it’s no wonder that he’s barely been able to hold himself together these last few months.

„Hey, are you alright?“ Harry’s concerned questions interrupts your spiraling thoughts.

„Yeah, though I should be the one asking you that question“, you say.

„Don’t worry about me, I’m fi- „

Reluctantly, you pull away from Harry, leaning back so that you can look him in the eyes. „Don’t tell me you’re fine, Harry“, you say, swallowing around the sudden lump in your throat, „don’t lie to me, please.“

Harry’s expression hardens and for a moment, he seems almost resentful at your words, and you’re afraid that he’s going to push you away from him as well, when his right hand suddenly reaches for yours.

„You’re right“, he says, his words coming out slightly strained, as if he too has to swallow around a lump in his throat, „I’m not fine. But - I, uh, do feel much better with you here … and I, uh - I know that I’ve not been easy to be around these last few months, I -

„I don’t care“, you interrupt him, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

„But - „

„I don’t care“, you repeat, more firmly this time, „you’re my best friend and I love you and - „ You stop speaking when you realize what you’ve just said. You can feel yourself blushing a furious red and you cast your eyes downward, trying to avoid Harry’s green eyes. Of course, having been best friends with him for nearly five years, you’ve already told him you love him in some way or another quite a few times. But you’ve never used these three words, never said ‚I love you‘, always said something like ‚love you‘, ‚take care‘ or ‚try not die‘ and though you both knew what these words really were supposed to mean, you’ve never said these exact three words to him.

„I, uh - mean, like a friend - „, you stammer, trying to backtrack, „- a, a best friend - and, you know, I mean, we’ve all had our rough patches, remember Ron last year or me in year three when I’ve made such a fuss over the whole dementor situation? I know I must’ve been quite annoying, but I was only worried about you and - „

Your rambling gets interrupted by Harry suddenly leaning forward and softly pressing his lips against yours. For a moment, you freeze, your eyes widening in shock.

Is this really happening? Maybe you’re the one dreaming and any minute now, you’ll wake up, still lying in your bed at the other side of the room, Harry still tossing and turning in his bed, with nothing between you two having changed -

But then, almost as if he’s read your thoughts, Harry gives your hand a squeeze, before lacing your fingers together and reaching up with his other hand to gently cup your cheek. When he kisses you again, though it’s nothing more than a fleeting, almost questioning brush of his lips against yours, you’re ready for it, closing your eyes and leaning into the kiss.

„So, uh, I take it that I wasn’t annoying you that much when I made a fuss over the whole dementor situation?“, you say, sounding out of breath, almost as if you’ve just run a marathon, when Harry breaks the kiss, looking at you with a shy smile on his lips.

„You’re not annoying - I thought I just made this clear?“, Harry says, his fingertips softly stroking your cheek.

„Well, maybe I just need another reminder?“, you find yourself saying, not quite sure where this sudden surge of confidence is coming from. But then Harry’s green eyes meet yours and you realize why you’re suddenly feeling as if you could walk on air, when, just a few minutes ago, you’ve been worried out of your mind over your best friend.

You’ve just told Harry that you love him, and not only did you not ruin your friendship with him by doing so, but Harry actually seems to feel the same way about you, otherwise he wouldn’t have kissed you, right?

„Really?“, Harry says, smirking, leaning towards you and you think he’s going to kiss you again, but instead, he tackles you, causing you to fall back onto the mattress of his bed, before starting to tickle you.

„No, Harry, stop - please - st-stop“, you say in between fits of laughter, as Harry continues to tickle you mercilessly. Any other complaints die in your throat when you take in Harry’s expression - he’s laughing, the haunted, faraway look in his green eyes completely gone.

Of course, you know that a few kisses and an unexpected love confession won’t suddenly drive all his demons away. You can still see the dark, prominent circles from lack of sleep under his eyes, can still recall his terrified, helpless cries for Cedric.

Still, something in him has changed. There’s something in his expression that you haven’t seen for far too long - hope.

Feeling emboldened and giddy with excitement over everything that’s happened since your sudden confession, you reach up, winding your arms around Harry’s neck, before pressing your lips against his. Harry starts moving his lips against yours and you can feel him smile into the kiss. Just when you run a hand through his untidy black hair, he’s breaking the kiss again.

Supporting his weight on his elbows, Harry smiles down at you, breathing heavily. „I love you too, you know?“, he says, smiling widely when he says the words. „And I know that I’ve been kind of a jerk these last few months - you don’t need to try to deny it, but - you’ve always been there for me and I - I’m really glad you stuck around - I - I guess what I’m trying to say is just that I love you, so damn much.“

You feel yourself smile stupidly wide at his words. „I’m glad you stuck around? You really do have a way with words, don’t you, Harry James Potter?“, you say, grinning.

„Oh, you know what I mean“, Harry says, grinning back at you.

„Do I?“, you ask, and, just like you’d hoped he would, Harry softly presses his lips against yours again in way of answering.

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myrows · 11 months

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He knows and he accepted it

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king-of-horny · 11 days

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Regulus: when I get married, will you walk me down the aisle?

Sirius: *holding back tears* yes

#harry potter #incorrect marauders quotes #dead gay wizards #james potter #jegulus #regulus black #sirius black #marauders era #james x regulus #angst?

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James Potter Fic Recs

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one-shots

about you by @mischiefmoons

all i wanted was you by @daintyys

best not to cry over spilled milk by @wreckofawriter

Coach P. by @soupandsimple

dizzy by @moonstruckme

game night by @thewriterghost

invisible string by @pretty-little-mind33

i peeled my orange today by @14thgalerie

i want to be loved first by @livinginshambles

is it chill that you’re in my head? by @boneblushed

kiss his face with an uppercut by @mischiefmoons

lover four by @theemporium

lucky charm by @wreckofawriter

maroon by @pretty-little-mind33

obsessed by @lucyrose191

only like you can by @moonlightspencie

pretty boy @alwaysmoncheri

what letters? by @patrophthia

what was i made for? by @once-upon-an-imagine

wildest dreams by @pretty-little-mind33

you are in love by @pretty-little-mind33

you don’t really like me, you just think you do by @perpetuallydaydreaming

series & multi-parts

hope by @fourmoony

I’ve got plans, sorry by @livinginshambles

I needed to hear you say it by @livinginshambles

I thought you’d be different by @livinginshambles

til forever falls apart! by @priniya

you’re losing me by @astonishment

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pretty-little-mind33 · 7 months

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Timeless

James Potter x muggle wife!reader

Summary: James wants to take you out to one of his families' fancy parties. However, he underestimates how cruel people can be when someone is different.

Genre: Fluff, hurt and comfort

prequel - Enchanted

Warnings: swearing, insecurities, implied sexual relationship, mentions of having kids, cute banter 🥰

The candle shimmers in the room as you sit on the cushioned chair in front of your vanity. You admire your reflection in the dusty mirror and play with the silver pin in your hair. Usually, you love occasions where you can look your prettiest but, on this particular night, dread sits in your stomach.

You feel hands on your shoulders and your head leans back onto your nape as you look up. Your smile widens when you see his dark eyes and brown curls. His hair is slick with fancy gel and the smell of his citrus cologne allows your forming nerves to relax. "Hiya, lovie." He whispers hoarsely and kisses your nose as his hands slide down your arms. It sends goosebumps up your skin.

"Hi, James." You laugh quietly and sit normally.

He smiles at you in the mirror, "Y'ready?" He asks and your smile disappears. James's eyebrows crease and he lowers his head to sprinkle delicate kisses onto your neck and collarbone. You turn around carefully so you don't wrinkle the skin-fitted, satin, slip dress you're wearing and James's eyes follow your movement as you stand up next to him. He licks his lips cheekily, "Ravishing." He mutters.

You want to look unamused, but you smile wearily, "I'm nervous." You whisper.

"Whatever for?" James raises one eyebrow.

"They hate me." You reason and fiddle with his navy blue tie, "They hate everything I represent, Jamie. I'm filth to them."

James snorts and he wraps his arms around you. He kisses your temple, "It's a party. My party. You're my girl, no one will dare mess with you. You'll see my parents and my parents adore you, Y/n/n."

"I know. Of course I know that, but with Voldemort around and all this talk — " You start to mutter but James interrupts you with a sweet kiss. When he pulls away, he's looking into your eyes with a delicately serious expression. An expression so unlike him.

"No one can hurt you when I'm around," He promises. James is always so sure of himself. Some may call it overconfidence but for your sake, you can only pray this is one of the times where his confidence means he's right.

* * *

The Potter's ballroom is made out of expensive marble and lanterns, which drift in the air, illuminate the spacious room. Classical music plays as couples dance, women in elegant dresses drink their champagne in the corners, and older men converse with fancy cigarettes drooping from their wrinkled lips.

You can't help but feel out of place as you seem to be the only one who's enchanted by those lanterns and all the fancy named dishes on silver trays which look delicious and also weirdly disgusting.

James hasn't left your side all evening. Not when he meets up with his best friends, nor when his mother calls his name and wants to introduce him to someone. He guides you with him, his hand on the small of your back, and you smile at his mum, "Hello, Mrs. Potter." You say.

Euphemia Potter beams at you and leans in to kiss your cheeks. She looks down, "What a gorgeous dress, Y/n." She exclaims.

"It's an early anniversary present from James." Your cheeks become warm as you look down at your dress bashfully.

"Good boy." Euphemia chuckles and affectionately pats James's cheek. She turns to the woman next to her, "James, this is Matilda, Orianna's daughter. You remember her from your school years, yes?"

You and James look at Matilda at the same time. She's slim and bony. Her blonde hair is curled in ringlets around her shoulders and her perfume smells extremely expensive. You can't deny she's pretty and a new, uncomfortable, feeling forms in your chest.

Euphemia continues, "Matilda was asking how you were, Jamie, and I just couldn't resist bragging about my beautiful boy."

James nods, "I remember you from Potions our sixth year." He says with a polite smile and Matilda returns the smile with an ecstatic grin.

"Exactly! Oh, it's so nice to connect with you again!" She pauses and her sharp hazel eyes snap to you, "And who is this?" Matilda asks with fake sweetness.

"Y/n Potter." You reply tensely.

"Oh, so you're married." Matilda's smile falters.

"Last summer." James interrupts. He doesn't waste time outstretching his arm and wiggling his fingers as he shows Matilda his ring. It's a normal silver band but by James's excitement, he makes it seem like his ring is the rarest jewel he's ever owned.

If you asked him, it is.

"Isn't he all grown up?" Euphemia comments and Matilda stares at you as she nods absentmindedly, "Now, James, come help me choose a drink for your wife while she makes friends with Matilda," Euphemia says innocently. You turn to protest (you can easily choose your own drink) but his mother has already led James away.

You know Euphemia always means well. You don't have many friends in James's circle and she finds it important to introduce you to as many wizards and witches she knows.

You understand but, at the same time, you don't want to be alone with Matilda. She seemed like a sweet girl in front of James and his mum, but when she has you alone you suddenly feel like a lamb in a wolf's claws.

For good reason because she asks you, "So, I don't remember you from Hogwarts, Y/n? Were you a few years above us?" She fakes a smile.

Ouch, you think, you were two years younger than James.

"I didn't attend Hogwarts."

"Beauxbaton then?"

Hesitantly, you shake your head.

"Ilvermorny? Only, I don't hear an accent." Matilda frowns.

You feel a familiar fear sink in again. Should you have lied? The way Matilda's looking at you now makes you feel uneasy, "I-" You mutter and scan the room. You can't see James anywhere and your heart jumps in your chest at Matilda's next question.

"Are you a muggle?" She squints at you and then moves away a little, her eyes shimmering with disgust, "Oh my merlin, he's married to a muggle." She says and it's loud enough for a few other guests to turn their heads towards you.

You panic and mumble a quick, "Excuse me", as you walk away from her. You can't see your husband anywhere so you wander to the first person you recognize and touch his shoulder. Sirius Black turns around, a concerned look on his face when he sees you,

"Y/n?" He asks.

"Have you seen James?" You ask quietly, feeling foolish as tears brim your eyes.

"No. What happened?" Sirius's arms reach out to hug you and you quickly bury your face in his chest. You can't even form a sentence as all you can hear is cruel whispers as you feel everyone's eyes lock onto you.

"She's a muggle. James Potter married a dirty muggle." Matilda makes a scene childishly, pointing her bony finger directly at you and the entire party feels like it suddenly comes to a halt. You knew this would happen and you want to disappear.

"Don't talk about her like that," You hear your husband snap and you move away from Sirius a little, turning your head around.

"What's happening?” Euphemia asks quietly. You make eye contact with James and the moment he sees your tears, the drink in his hand falls to the floor and shatters at his feet. Striding towards you, he swoops you from Sirius's arms and almost crushes you to his chest.

Matilda narrows her eyes at him.

"You're a pathetic excuse for a witch," James insults her, a dark look in his eyes, and you wish he would stay quiet. His mother stares at him in shock but reaches for his arm anyway,

"Jamie, it's okay." Euphemia tries to calm him down but he's visibly furious now. She turns to Matilda and her family, "How dare you slander my son's wife in that manner? You have no business being here with those foolish and cruel opinions. You can leave my house this instant."

Matilda and her mother look practically appalled, "How could you allow this monstrosity to happen, Euphemia?" Her mother asks and some families look as disgusted as she is. Others look sympathetic and most of James's close friends and family look as furious as he is.

"Monstrosity? He loves her." Euphemia defends you adamantly.

"How can you possibly love a muggle?" Matilda asks James, cheeks flushed, and this time Sirius interrupts,

"Oh, you shut up. You're just nasty and jealous because no one wants a horrible woman like yourself."

Matilda gasps and she looks at Sirius with teary eyes. When she begins to cry loudly, her tears send the entire room into a frenzy. Some jump to defend her, while others start to defend your relationship with James.

In the commotion, your husband takes your hand and quickly leads you out the doors. Outside on the front stairs, you see him take out his wand from inside his blazer and suddenly your entire body jerks. In a few seconds, you find yourself in front of your home and you clutch your stomach.

James holds your hair as you vomit and he soothes circles on your back as he apologizes profusely,

"I'm sorry, my love. I'm so so sorry."

You catch your breath and wipe your mouth with your arm. Now you feel ashamed and gross. You straighten yourself and look at James. He looks extremely guilty. "Didn't I tell you that would happen?" You ask and dramatically slump into him for a hug.

He hugs you and kisses your forehead multiple times, "It shouldn't have, my darling. Matilda is a complete nutter. I don't even know why my mum invites her and her horrible family. Honestly, I know mum means well but she can be so daft sometimes." James squeezes you in his arms.

You smile into his shoulder, "I love your mum. She's always kind to me."

James pulls away and begins to move some hair away from your face, "They should all be kind to you. You're bloody amazing. The smartest and prettiest girl I know." He feels your shoulders drop and he kisses your forehead again, "Come on," He whispers and, with his hand on your back, he leads you inside.

James runs you a warm bath and he washes your body delicately as he tries to scrub away the harsh words and screams from the evening. Then, he dresses you in one of his sweaters and when you sit on the bed you share, James starts to braid your freshly dry and combed hair. It's domestic and you start to feel as fuzzy as the sweater on your skin.

"I love you." You whisper, barely audible but James hears you anyway.

"I would certainly hope so," He tries to lighten the mood as he finishes your braid and pushes your hair over your shoulder, "Otherwise, I would wonder why you married me."

You turn around. James cautiously moves your legs over his crossed ones and he pulls you closer to him, "I would marry you in every lifetime, Jamsey." You admit and he looks pleasantly surprised by your comment.

He smirks, "Even if I was a worm?" He raises his eyebrows teasingly, clearly amused by his own joke.

"Yes. If you were a worm, I'd also want to be a worm, silly.' You reason with a small smile.

"Seems impractical," James chuckles.

You kiss him. You can taste the lasting alcohol from the fancy cocktail he drank, and run a hand into his shaggy hair. "Jamsey," You whisper, burning to hear him say the words, "Tell me you love me?"

James smirks, "I love you, baby."

"And you love me even though I'm only a muggle?" You ask softly, suddenly feeling incredibly insecure that you'll never share something that is so much of who James is. You'll never share memories from Hogwarts, or truly understand the references he makes to the childhood wizard films he loves, and sometimes it still takes you time to remember all the wizard terms he uses when he talks.

James is not pleased with your question, however, "Y/n, do you love me even though I know magic?"

"Of course I do," You answer quickly.

"Then why on earth would you think I love you any less because you don't? I married you, for goodness sakes! You have that pretty ring on your finger to remind you of how much I love you."

James takes your hand and you chuckle when he kisses down your neck, "Okay, you're right, I'm sorry." You say and you feel reassured even when you didn't have to feel insecure. James loves you the way you are. He always has. You've known this from the very first I love you.

"Come on, honey, let's go to sleep." James kisses your cheek.

"Hmm, I was thinking we should do something else," You tease, kissing your husband's nose. James smiles at you and he starts to draw little tiny hearts onto your palm.

"What's that, my love?"

"James, I wanna have a baby." You say. James freezes and his eyes round. He looks at you hesitantly, unsure of his next words,

"You want to have a baby? Now?" He asks and you nod, "I-I don't know if we should — this isn't exactly the safest time to have a kid." James reasons and your heart drops.

He sees your expression and his heart breaks, "No, no, honey. I want a baby." He clarifies, "I just don't want to worry about another love in my life. I worry about you enough, darlin'." He jokes behind some sincerity and you squeeze his hand.

"I understand, James." You look at him and try to hide how sad this situation makes you but James can tell. He can always tell.

"You really want this?" He asks softly, "Even after what happened tonight?"

You let out a choked laugh, "I suppose. I just want a mini-you so badly."

James shakes his head with a smirk, "No, you don't. You know that baby will be an absolute headache if they're anything like I was."

"It'll be worth it," You mumble seriously.

You can see James think for a moment and then he beams and says, "Tell ya what, let's have our baby, yeah?"

"Yeah?" Your eyebrows raise in question.

James pauses a moment, "But, can we plan on staying with your parents for a while until things blow over? Just as a precaution?" He looks a little embarrassed to even ask.

You frown. James wants to live with your parents? Your muggle family? Your heart swells. When you married him, you'd both agreed to live with him in his world. Only a year ago it felt like James would never consider living somewhere where he couldn't access magic.

You look at him softly, "Are you sure?"

James nods and leans in to cup your cheeks, "Anything for you, my love. You and your happiness are the most important things in my life." You feel warm spread across your body as he kisses you and helps you climb into his lap. "I love you." He whispers into your ear as his hands lower themselves to your hips.

You kiss his face, all down his neck, until your hands trail down his stomach to his belt and you attach your lips to the crook of his neck. James lets out a shaky breath, "I love you more, honey." You say and sit up to caress his cheek, "Let's make that baby, yeah?" You grin.

"Don' have to ask me twice, love." James laughs in a mumble and turns you over, his arm wrapped around the small of your back as he presses his lips to yours.

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corwnvus · 9 months

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I have two povs for this.

1st)

Regulus : I'm sorry I didn't leave sooner...

Sirius: it's fine, yout here now.

2nd)

Regulus: please don't leave.

Sirius: I'm sorry reg.

#the marauders #marauders era #marauders fanart #harry potter #james x regulus #jegulus #regulus black #jegulily #regulus arcturus black #wolfstar #genderfluid sirius black #sirius and regulus #sirius black #sirius orion black #the black brothers #black brother angst #james potter #trans regulus

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whenlilyfallsinlove · 15 days

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jolene part 2

(aka remus having a fat crush on you) (basically part 1 from remus's perspective)

part 1

james potter x reader -> remus lupin x reader

@mishi-with-jazz you requested this, hope everyone enjoys :)

remus lupin prided himself on being smart. sure, he wouldn't go round bragging about it, but he knew he was clever. he was a good student, always achieving Os, and constantly top of the class (alongside lily). although recently, he didn't feel smart at all. that's because he had made a mistake. a big one. he had a massive crush on you. his best friend's girlfriend.

he hated himself for it. what kind of friend does that? but he couldn't help it. and anyway he had liked you first! way before james did, ever since third year. he felt selfish, thinking that, but it was the truth. james claimed he had liked you for ages, but remus knew that was nothing compared to the length of time he himself harboured feelings for you.

"hello darling." remus was broke from his thoughts by james' voice, and saw you had sat down next to james, across from him. across from him!!

you were beautiful, he couldn't help thinking when he saw you cheekily poked your tongue out at sirius. you had always been kind to him, ever since you sat next to each other in your very first year. potions, if he remembered correctly.

in fact, you even knew about his "furry little problem" as your boyfriend liked to call it. you found out in fourth year, and you were nothing but helpful to him. you promised not to tell anyone and hadn't treated him any differently. he was eternally grateful.

remus had not noticed he'd been gazing at you till you gave him a smile causing his cheeks to warm up and smile back, quickly looking away. he'd been caught staring. that was embarrassing. what if you thought he was a weirdo? what if james had noticed and forbid him from speaking to you? even worse.. what if james stopped being friends with him for fancying his girlfriend?

his panics stopped when he saw lily evans approach the table. he listened to you talk to her, thanking her, and then he noticed james' face. long before you had. before sirius aand peter had. he was blushing. was he serious? james was one of his best friends, don't get him wrong, but he had a girlfriend. it made it worse his girlfriend was you.

remus bit down on his marmalade toast, hard. he was angry for you.

"james are you okay?" he heard you ask curiously, causing him to feel a pang of sympathy for you.

he heard james brush you off, and suddenly it was like nothing had even happened. everyone seemed to have moved on. remus wasn't even sure that padfoot and wormtail had even noticed james' reaction to seeing lily.

he knew you had, though. you were quieter than usual. you looked.. sad.

he shot you a comforting smile, which you returned weakly.

at least you're smiling, even if it was forced.

sometime passed until you spoke up again

"i need to go to the library, does anyone want to come with?" you asked, looking hopefully at james.

"sorry love, got quidditch practice in ten minutes." james said with a sympathetic smile.

"it's fine." remus heard you mutter, you sounded a bit dejected.

"i'll go. i need to anyway, i need a book for the history of magic homework." remus surprised himself, not even processing what he had actually just said.

"thanks remus." you smile softly, and he follows you out of the hall.

you both walk in silence to the library, until remus decides to speak up.

"are you okay?" he asks, looking at your face.

"i'm fine, thanks though.." you said unconvincingly.

"are you sure? you look upset." he responds, giving you a worried smile.

"it's just... james. he's confusing." you sigh.

remus heart stopped. a small part of him hoped you'd tell him that you were planning to break up with james. he knew that was unlikely.

he gives you a nod to continue speaking and you smile in return.

"sometimes i think he still likes lily." you say, avoiding eye contact.

as much as remus wanted to tell you yes!! yes james still likes lily, but here i am and i like you a lot!! he knew he couldn't.

"don't be silly y/n." remus chuckles "james likes you, not lily. she's old news." he gives you a comforting pat on the shoulder.

"really?" you look at remus with such hopefulness, it made him hope what he was saying was true.

"really." he confirms. "james is crazy about you."

you smile at him, looking reassured.

"thanks remus." you say. "you're a great friend."

remus felt himself tense. friend. but of course that's all he was.. you had a boyfriend for godric's sake. he decided, however, he would like being your friend if it made you smile.

"it's no problem, really." he smiles at you and you carry on your journey to the library.

since that talk, you immediately felt closer to remus. you talked more and you both considered each other best friends.

weeks later, you were brought together again.

"you don't usually go to parties, do you remus?" you ask remus, who was holding up a drunk james.

gryffindor had just had a party to celebrate their quidditch win against slytherin and james, being captain of course, was drunk out of his mind.

he was touched you had noticed he didn't usually attend the parties. you were right. he didn't. but james and sirius were on the quidditch team, and he wanted to celebrate their win with them.

"n-no i don't, just wanted to support my friends." he decides to respond, and he knows what he said was apparently correct judging by the smile on you face.

he watched you talk to james comfortingly. merlin he wished you spoke to him like that. you were one of the nicest people he knew.

he zoned out a second but then sees your face, which instantly snaps him out of his daze.

"i'm not lily." he saw you grit your teeth. "would you rather have her take care of you?"

noticing your hurt words, he's quick to comfort you.

"don't worry y/n, he's drunk, he doesn't know any better." he tries to reassure you.

you nod back, but then collapse on a chair.

you looked sad. devastated. remus wanted nothing more to cheer you up.

"look.. y/n, i'll take him up to bed. do you want me to come back down so you can talk.. or do you want some space?" he asks.

"talk." you notice your abruptness and you feel your cheeks warm. "that'd be nice." you add on the end.

remus smiles at you and takes james up to their dorm, where sirius is left to deal with him.

"why's he such a lightweight?" sirius chuckles.

"i know. weakling." remus snorts. "he's fucked up though."

"he has?" sirius responds, with some surprise.

"yeah he's upset y/n." remus responds, frowning.

"prick." sirius rolls his eyes, turning his attention back to james.

"i'll be back.. soon." remus leaves his dorm, and goes back to where you're sat trying to regain yourself.

"hey.." you mutter when you see him, and he takes the seat next to you.

"talk to me." he smiles, sympathetically.

"it's james. again. you heard him. he's always thinking about lily! i'm his girlfriend, not her." a tear rolls down your face.

"oh y/n, don't cry." remus reaches out and brushes the tear away.

"sorry.. i'm pathetic. i just don't know what to do." you groan.

"look.. do you want my honest advice." remus scans your face.

you nod.

"talk to him about it tomorrow, if he doesn't take accountability for it. dump him. and i'm saying that as one of his best friends."

remus feels your gaze on him and feels his cheeks warm.

"oh remus." you lay your head on his shoulder, causing him to freeze up. he knew you weren't drunk but you were still a little tipsy.

he lets you lay there, you look tired.

"i wish james was more like you..." you mutter, drifting off.

remus's breath hitched. although this wasn't reliable at all (you weren't sober), this was progress.

looking at you with a small smile, he just couldn't help but love you.

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kenthoe · 2 years

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fr tho why is everything smut😭😭 i wanna read angst that would ruin me, make me sick to my stomach and cry like there's no tomorrow bro i want a fanfic that is so devastating that i won't be able to function for the next few months

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bellatrixscurls · 8 months

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two ghosts | part 1

pov : lily rejects james many times, until he finally gives up. but y/n and sirius are there for him, in more ways than one.

warnings : smut (next part), mentions of ex!bully!james, fluff (it probably sucks cus i only know how to write smut), sub jamie if you squint, pet names, established relationship between reader and sirius. please lmk if there are more! <3

part two

“I’m telling you, sweetheart. It’s nothing your pretty cunt can’t fix” Sirius winks at you, shoving a piece of bread in his mouth, causing you to roll your eyes. He obviously notices, as he is sat across from you, and smirks.

Remus is eyeing you both suspiciously, and clears his throat. “I can think of more situations you,” he looks at you and you blush slightly in embarrassment, “cannot fix. So what is it now?”

Sirius giggles like a little kid, and you shake your head, your cheeks way too red by now. “I think Prongs needs some.. relief. Poor thing is so crabby these days, and it’s all because of that stupid mudblood.”

“Sirius!” you shriek, kicking his foot under the table. “Okay, alright! I was just looking for something bad to say about her.”

Remus rolls his eyes and Peter places his fork down, blue eyes wide as he stares at you, clearly interested. “What do you mean by relief? I mean, he’s been refusing to tell me what’s wrong and yes, he is acting a bit strange, but I can’t think of anything that could help him. Unless you want to get him a date with Evans, which is not an option.”

Peter’s speech leaves all of you speechless. You’ve looked at the situation as more of a joke, not realising how sweet Jamie turned to grumpy, fussy James. “I mean, not that I would want to get him a date with that one” Sirius scoffs, his hands raising in surrender as you and Remus glare at him.

“And why would that be, Sirius?” you find it’s your turn to tease him, to which he scoffs again, giving you an wide-eyed look when he spots James approaching the ton of you.

His head is a mess of curls that bounce furiously as he walks messily, his eyes are bigger than usual and his face seems to scream ‘I’m tired!’. His clothes, surprisingly, are not wrinkled. Well, it’s a surprise to anyone but you, cus you are the one who prepared them for him the night before.

“Morning” his voice is thick with sleep, barely gazing at you as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, squeezing you into his side only for a few seconds. “Thank you for taking care of me” he says softly, obviously referring to his robe, shirt and trousers.

Your eyebrows shoot up, clearly surprised by the little gesture, and the guys seem to be as surprised, if not more than you are. “No bother, Jamie.”

The atmosphere in the common room is tense, and you all can sense it. Even James.

“You can talk to me, you know” he scoffs, slightly annoyed as he looks up for merely a second, eyeing Sirius, and his face somehow softens.

Sirius looks at him sadly. “We are worried about you, we don’t want you to lose yourself just because some red-headed chick doesn’t want you.”

And then, you all know that he screwed up.

James stands up abruptly, and looks down at Sirius, his usually gentle blue eyes now a few shades darker. “She’s not- You don’t know what it feels like, Sirius” he calls him by his first name, not Pads, and not Siri, and you can see Sirius’ face soften and his bottom lip jutting out just slightly. “You’ve found Y/n a long time ago, and even before you didn’t have a problem with girls ever refusing you. You don’t know how it feels.”

You all fall silent, your hand coming up to gently rub at his back, his head leaning into your neck as he nuzzles against your skin. “We just want our Jamie back, honey. I promise you so many other people in this school want you for you.”

“You promise?” he looks at you with those doe eyes that always make you melt.

“I do. And maybe it’s best that you didn’t get with Lily, who knows what would’ve happened. I promise there is someone there for you.”

By the end of your speech, you can only hear James hum softly as you continue to rub his back. A few minutes pass by, and Remus whispers to you, letting you know that James is sleeping. And so you sit more comfortably against the sofa, allowing yourself to rest for a little bit as well.

♥︎

Shifting pulls you from your deep slumber only a few hours later, and you find your arms empty, no trace of James anywhere. You sigh softly as you move to stand up, taking the blanket, that you were not aware was there, with you.

“Sweetheart, you’re awake” Sirius beams when you stand up, and you almost have a heart attack when you hear his voice, being pulled away from your thoughts.

You turn to look at him, lazily dragging yourself and finally throwing yourself into his arms, the boy taking that as a sign to sit down, with you still in his arms. “I missed you” you smile into his chest, engulfed by his intoxicating scent. He smells like he always does, but to you, it’s much more than that.

“Me too, sweetheart” he kisses your forehead, his eyes closing and so do yours.

But little do you know, James is watching the two of you the entire time, and his heart drops and swells at the same time. He wants that, but he is glad that his best friends have it.

♥︎

The next day, you walk with Sirius, hand in hand, towards your Herbology class. He is telling you about his new partner in partner in Potions when you spot James leaning against the wall, talking to Lily.

“Siri, he’s doing it again” you pout, looking up at your boyfriend as he looks in their direction, his eyes darkening at the sight.

“Oh fuck” he swears under his breath, and you frown. “I can’t hear him cry for the entire night again, breaks my heart” he gulps and you brush your hand against his cheek gently, making him look st you.

“Maybe it won’t be that bad. Maybe he is okay now” you try to reason with him and he seems to soften for a moment, not long though, cus James is messily walking away from Lily, his eyes red and lips puffy. You look back at him, his eyes not once leaving yours as he walks away, heading towards the Gryffindor Tower.

“Yeah, he seems pretty content” Sirius scoffs to himself, running one of his hands through his hair as the other holds your waist.

“Bring him to my dorm” you tell him, your eyes widening before you continue. “I- I mean, both of you. We can take care of him, make sure he doesn’t feel alone and maybe forgets what happened for the night.”

Sirius looks at you like you are his Moon, the one who always brightens his path when it gets dark. I mean, he’s told you that before.

“You are a genius!”

♥︎

After classes, you went to find James, but found him in the worst situation you thought possible.

He is with Lily. Meanwhile the red-head is reading her book on the sofa, James is knelt in front of her, gently tugging at her delicate arm, but she pays him no mind. “Lily, I just- please, just a date, just one” he whispers softly, not wanting to disturb her more than he already does.

She rolls her eyes, and sighs. “James, I don’t know how many times to tell you that I’m not interested” she says sadly, and you can see his bottom lip quivering. “I don’t.. you were mean to my friends, James. Mean to me. For a very long time, and even though it was long before you liked me, I can’t” she finally confesses, cupping his cheek with her palm.

Your eyes widen and so do James’.

He lets out a soft ‘oh’ and quickly wipes his tears, baby blue eyes blinking in shock. He didn’t know.

“Oh okay... Okay then, that’s fine” he nods frantically, slowly standing up from his knees and brushing his hands over his robe. “I’m sorry, Lily” you see him pout slightly before he practically runs away.

You wait until Lily stands up and finally follow James upstairs, not wanting to make it seen like you were eavesdropping. You were, but.

Knocking gently on the door, you are met with a muffled and small ‘yes?’

“Jamie, it’s Y/n” you lean your head against the door, your eyes closing as you listen to the shuffling in the room.

Moments later, he opens the door and your shoulders drop when you see his state. He hasn’t been himself for weeks now, but he has never looked this way until now. He looks a mess, and his bed is the same.

“Darling” you frown slightly, not touching him because you don’t know if that’s okay yet. “D’you wanna go to my dorm? You can stay with me tonight, Siri will be there too.”

You try to soothe him, explaining that you will listen to him as much as he needs, but when he hears ‘your dorm’ and ‘Siri’, his ears perk up and he starts nodding fervently, grabbing his blanket and shutting the door behind him.

You give him a small smile before you guide him to your dorm, where your boyfriend is waiting for you. He probably doesn’t expect you to manage to get James to come, so his eyes widen a little bit when he sees him, but he clears his throat and stands up from your couch, greeting you. Sirius’ arms snake around your waist as he gives you a sweet peck on the lips, before he moves to James.

The bespectacled boy’s back is glued to the door, sitting there timidly as he tries not to look at you both, but he fails miserably. “Hi there, Prongsie” Sirius teases him and James smiles a genuine smile, his eyes closing as Sirius brings him into his arms, the long-haired’s boy scent just as intoxicating as it is to you.

“Do you want to talk to us, babe? Tell us what happened?” you quip as you take James’ hand in yours and you usher him to sit on your perfectly made bed, the sheets soft beneath him.

He looks up at you, then at Sirius, and sighs softly. “I used to be a bully” he confesses, as if it is a secret, “And ‘s why she doesn’t like me... Lily.”

Sirius’ grimace is more than present on his face. He remembers those times, up until third year, when he met you. You’ve changed him, and them, for that matter. James has always been a sweet boy, but he used to think that he was superior to the others. Not now, though.

“That was way too long ago, though. We were kids” Sirius whispers defeatedly, he knows that’s not an excuse.

“I was terrible” James says and a sob catches in his throat. Your heart almost breaks and then you understand what Sirius meant when he said that James crying made his own heart break. “I regret that, I don’t want to ever do that again.”

You pout, inching your hand closer to his as you slowly caress it, your eyes moving from him to your boyfriend. “It’s been age, Jamie” Sirius speaks softly, “you have changed, that’s not you anymore. Sure, you cannot erase your past, but you cannot let it define you either. That’s. not. you.”

James looks up at him with hope, and Sirius grins widely. “Look at you, you are the sweetest boy I’ve ever met. So pretty as well” Sirius’ tatted hand cups James’ soft, pale cheek and the younger boy melts against his skin. “Yeah?” he breathes, batting his eyelashes at Sirius, who nods proudly.

But when Sirius notices that James’ hand is moving up his thigh, he removes his hand from his hand from his cheek and stands up, walking towards a smaller chest of drawers, where you keep his clean clothes for when he comes over.

James’ breath hitches and tears start pooling at his eyes. He tries to be quiet, but you are still beside him and hear it. “What is it, sweet boy?” you ask, frowning.

He just shakes his head, burying his face into your soft pillow. “M sorry” he sobs, his tears most definitely soaking your pillow.

“Sorry?” you ask and he hums, still not looking at you. “Tried to touch Siri” he admits, “you have.. you’ve just been so good to me, I-”

“Oh, love, I’m not upset with you. I mean, who wouldn’t want to touch Siri?” you joke and he giggles softly, lifting his head from the pillow.

“Okay I’m back and I got you my shirt and this pair of boxers, I hope they fit you- Hey, why are you crying?”

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next part will probably be just a little bit of fluff and smut, but i thought i’d share this little thought with you guys. i will write the other fic ideas soon, please bear with me <3.

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mangomonk · 8 months

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i thought that i was dreaming when you said you loved me

↳ summary: read this drabble first! goodie two shoes!remus, afraid of being perceived as other, stumbles into a relationship at the expense of y/n. ↳ content: angst, one-sided fake dating ↳ a/n: a little nervous because this is my first time writing for remus pls be gentle w me! for full enjoyment, listen to ivy by frank ocean (i looped it the entire time i wrote this). the more i wrote this, the more i realized i could turn this into a full blown million word fic, but i tried to keep it as condensed as possible, hence some time skips/summarization. pt. 2 here!

When Remus Lupin confesses — no, announces — that he likes her in the middle of the Great Hall, she thinks she's dreaming. Surely, she didn't hear that correctly. Only hours earlier, she had witnessed the doe-eyed boy unleash a slew of curses beneath his breath. I guess everyone has bad days, she had thought. Even Remus, who she had always pegged as straight-laced and well-mannered.

So when a half a dozen heads turn to stare at her directly, Y/N turns to see if there's anyone behind her. When she sees no one, she turns back forward. It's when Remus Lupin's soft, brown gaze meets hers that her heart stutters dangerously in her chest. She can't help it despite the bewilderment she feels — everyone in the castle has to have some sort of crush on the fluffy-haired boy. He's all soft, disarming smiles and beautiful, brown eyes and knitted jumpers and gentle laughter and—

—and Y/N goes red in the face right away. It doesn't help when Remus tilts his head to the side slightly and offers a small, uncertain smile. Merlin, help me, Y/N thinks as she stares back, wide-eyed, her confusion and any thoughts briefly neutralized at the way his eyes crinkle into little half-moons.

— — — — —

Y/N has always prided herself on being a sharp judge of character. It soon became clear to her, however, that Remus Lupin was a strange, but intriguing case of contradicting character.

Following his confession — rather, announcement — in the Great Hall, she becomes overly conscious of the tall boy. It feels as though she's suddenly very aware that they have most of their classes together, that he sits only a seat away from her in Charms, that he has chicken scratch for handwriting when she passes him in the library. The latter comes as a surprise — perhaps unfairly, she would have pegged him as a swooping cursive type of boy. In any case, it soon becomes the case that Y/N realizes that she can find Remus easily in a room of crowded students, and the more she does, the more she begins to realize that Remus is a boy full of surprises.

This doesn't seem to matter though, because strangely, after his confession in the Great Hall, Remus does not once approach her. Occasionally, she catches him glancing at her with an odd expression, but outside of an increase in being stared at by the other students, little changes in her life.

It isn't until a week later when her seat partner in Charms is out that their paths cross again. When she trudges to her seat in class, she becomes very quickly aware that they're separated only by an empty chair. She doesn't look away fast enough because Remus looks up as she pulls her chair out, his gaze snagging on to hers with an intensity that she doesn't expect from the softness of his eyes.

"Good morning," he says slowly, almost uncertainly. Up close, Y/N can see a splay of pale freckles across his cheekbones. His lashes are unfairly, distractingly long as he gazes up at her.

"Hi," Y/N says, equally uncertain, though she tries to keep her voice light and casual. No one's ever really had a crush on her before, and she finds herself floundering on how to act. Shouldn't he be the nervous one, and not her? Somehow though, she can feel her palms begin to sweat, though Remus doesn't look nervous at all. Just sharp and assessing. Fortunately though, before the air between them can turn any awkwarder, a mussed-haired head pops up from around Remus.

"Y/N, right?" James Potter asks with a wide grin. His glasses are skewed and crooked on his face as he peers around Remus at her rather owlishly.

Next to him, Remus blinks a few times as she nods, opening her mouth to speak when Professor Flitwick clears his throat to begin class.

She tries to focus on taking notes, but it's difficult when she can see Remus casting her sidelong glances from her peripheral view. She gives up on trying to focus on class entirely when a folded piece of parchment flits over the gap between them with a familiar chicken scratch.

Can we talk after class?

After class, Y/N has a ridiculous, irrational flash of self-consciousness that the humidity has made her hair begin to frizz. Remus doesn't seem to notice as she rakes a hand quickly through her hair because a nervous, almost agitated, energy is rolling off of him as he paces in the courtyard.

When he catches sight of her, he stops, a warm smile breaking across his face, though Y/N feels that it doesn't quite reach his eyes. But the new knowledge that Remus has a dimple on his left cheek and his smile is just slightly crooked is enough to disarm any wariness. Unexpectedly his nervous energy seems to dissipate immediately. "Hi," he says, "You came."

"I got your note," Y/N says, inwardly grimacing — of course he knew that already, he had been sitting next to her.

"Right, well, I, er—" Remus begins choppily, his hand rising to rub at the nape of his neck. "I was wondering about... Earlier, last week, when you saw me... Did you say anything to anyone?"

Y/N blinks at him once, then twice, blankly. "Earlier?" She questions, before the heat begins to rise to her face. He must have been referring to his confession. "I haven't said anything to anyone."

Remus's brows furrow for a moment before his face relaxes. He's surprisingly difficult to read — it feels as though any trickle of emotion is covered with a disarming soft smile. "I see," he says after a moment, his shoulders relaxing. "Right, well, Y/N," he begins, looking around them distractedly. "—shall we date?" Y/N straightens with a jolt as he continues. "I won't be offended if you say no. In fact, I'd understand if you said no, we've barely—"

She doesn't know what it is exactly. Maybe it was the curious thought that Remus might not be the charming prince he seemed to be. Maybe it was the dimple in his left cheek. Maybe it was the way he said her name. But something in Y/N slipped through her confusion and the unceremonious nature of the whole thing, because she finds herself speaking before she can stop herself. "Yeah. Let's date."

Remus's face goes slack. He looks a little startled, Y/N thinks, like she's clubbed him over the head. "Are you sure?" He blurts, eyes widening a fraction. It's perhaps the most emotion she's seen him show so far. Y/N writes it off as nerves and incredulity.

She nods once, firmly.

"I guess that's settled," he says weakly with furrowed brows, though he looked neither pleased nor displeased.

— — — — —

Initially, Y/N and Remus are as awkward as can be. She's not sure if it's because neither of them have really ever been in a relationship before, but it feels clumsy in the beginning.

Their dates start off mostly as study dates in the library, but Y/N doesn't mind — to her pleasure, she finds that they eerily work well together and she likes the calm peace of Remus's presence while she's studying. She likes to think that he also finds comfort in her presence because it's become ritual for him to ask her about the book she's reading, and vice versa. In a few weeks, they start reading the same books. Maybe it's because they spend so much time together studying that it becomes gradually more comfortable.

When they go to Hogsmeade for the first time together, Y/N finds that they end up walking around the village and chatting nearly until curfew. She tells him about what it's like growing up with three brothers — "It doesn't seem very different from the Marauders," Remus observes with a wry laugh — and he tells her stories of how despite moving around periodically during his child, his mother always found a little corner in the yard to start an herb garden.

He does all the things she'd imagine a boyfriend might — Remus is a gentleman, expectedly. He holds the door open for her, gives her his jumper when there was a draft in the library, walks her back to the Common Room at night.

But, unexpectedly, it isn't Remus's soft smiles or considerate aura that Y/N finds herself straining to see. But it was when he threw his head back and laughed himself breathless at James holding his wand on the wrong end that Y/N found it impossible to tear her eyes away from him. Or when he shot her a dour look the first time she teased him on his illegible chicken scratch. Or when Remus cursed like a sailor when he knocked his ink pot over onto his parchment because he was always so uncoordinated and graceless.

It was perhaps impossible not to fall in love with Remus Lupin. Though maybe she already knew this from the start when he first looked at her, and even more so the first time he said her name.

She liked the way he would groan and complain and grumble as he stretched out his lithe limbs in preparation of helping Peter with his essay that he had procrastinated on, even after she could see the exhaustion begin to pool under his pretty eyes. She liked that he could silence the boys with just one baleful look. She liked the way he fell asleep on his books when he thought no one was looking. She liked his dry remarks and his wolfish grin and his grumpy mood. She liked all the rough edges that Remus showed her when he would forget to put up a soft smile.

It was too easy to love Remus Lupin, though it seemed like he didn't know that himself.

It only takes four full moons for Y/N to understand what the Marauders meant whenever they quietly referred to Remus's furry little problem. In the first place, they weren't always discreet — it was easy for them to forget she was there when she was studying in the background. In the second place, Remus would apologetically cancel their studying plans around the same time each month, and he would disappear for a few days and come back exhausted with fresh scars. It wasn't difficult to put two and two together, really.

But while she understood why he didn't tell her, she couldn't help but give him a tighter hug when she realized.

"Something wrong, love?" He had asked, reaching up to caress the back of her hair as she squeezed his abdomen.

"No," she had mumbled into his shirt, breathing in his familiar scent. She could feel affection swell inside her so violently she felt a little dizzy as she gave him another squeeze. "Just wish I could always be hugging you."

"No one's stopping you," Remus had responded dryly. She smiled into his chest as he rested his chin on the crown of her head. "Certainly not me."

— — — — —

When Y/N tries to discreetly deliver a small care package of chocolate and books a few nights before the next full moon, she accidentally overhears Peter ask James when Remus was ending his fake relationship.

"I doubt it'll raise any suspicions now that no one's pestering him about not having a girlfriend," she hears Peter say.

James makes a noncommittal sort of noise. "You know how Remus is about these things. He's always on edge that someone will think he's the odd one out—"

She feels like the ground beneath her has stuttered and shifted into an open chasm as her mind whirls to make sense of their conversation. For a moment, she thinks she's wrong, but like it was with Remus's furry little problem, if she thinks back on the stranger moments of the past four months, it's not difficult to piece it together. She begins to feel a little ill.

How many times did he force himself to smile at her stories? How many times after walking her back to the Common Room at night did he sigh with relief when she left? How many times did he wait for other students to be around to hold her hand? All the heart-fluttering moments she had thought had been magical and wonderful and incredible with Remus had been entirely one-sided. How humiliating. She feels used and dirty and pathetic, but the worse thing is that she can't feel angry.

She doesn't know how long she stands paralyzed outside, just that it's difficult to breathe or think properly. All she can feel is a numbing ache in her chest, and the feeling tightens when she hears a familiar voice behind her.

"Hmm?" Remus hums, a smile breaking across his face. The dimple in his left cheek appears briefly. "What are you doing here, love?" When she doesn't respond, he steps closer to her and peers at her face carefully, his big, brown eyes soft. "What's wrong?" He asks, gently looping his arms around her waist. Y/N goes perfectly still under his touch. "I knew you'd be studying for the Ancient Runes exam all day, so got some cakes from the kitchen for—"

"Remus," she interrupts suddenly, her throat gone cottony and dry as she raises her gaze to finally look at him. It sends a sharp pang through her chest again. "Are we ever going to kiss?"

Bizarrely, scarlet splotches appear swiftly on the high points of Remus's cheek as his eyes widen a fraction. "Kiss," he repeats, sounding strangled as he stares at her wide-eyed, looking as though she had clubbed him over the head. "You want to kiss?" He asks after a moment, his voice hoarse as his eyes flicker down to her lips.

"Do you want to kiss me?" She asks quietly, watching his throat bob as he swallows thickly.

"I've wanted to since—" Remus says softly, a little nonsensically, his eyes darting back down to her lips. His pupils are blown wide and dark as he swallows, his throat bobbing. “Y/N,” he murmurs, and she can feel his breath brush against her nose. She tries to control the thumping in her chest as he slowly leans in and raises his hand to cup her face. Remus looks down at her with a sweet adoration she knows cannot be real. She's seen this sort of soft look from him countless times before and now she knows better than anyone that it's just another cover. Perhaps it was perfectly clear since the start, but she had let herself get swept away with naive hope. The start of nothing. She feels like a fool.

Remus's head ducks slightly as the space between them closes. Y/N goes perfectly still as she watches his other hand rise, his fingers trembling a little as they reach to curve around her jaw.

For a moment, she entertains the thought and wonders what would happen if she just closes her eyes. She could close her eyes, could lean in and feel his eyelashes brush her cheek, could let him kiss her senseless. It would be so easy. It scares her a little how much she wants that.

Before she can betray herself, Y/N closes her hand around his wrist. “You can stop now,” she says, her voice low and steadier than she felt.

Remus freezes, his dazed expression crumpling in confusion. She takes a steadying breath, swallowing back the bile in her throat as she schools her expression with difficulty. Y/N places his wrist back down away from her face and lets go as she continues, despite the dull ache in her chest. “I wanted to know how far you would go,” she continues quietly. “How far you thought I would be willing to go.”

“I don’t understand—” Remus begins, a myriad of stricken dismay, alarm, and something else flickering across his face. For a moment, she thinks it’s the residue of desire, but she quickly remembers how good of an actor Remus is, and doesn’t let herself entertain that thought that it’s anything else besides panic for being caught.

"I know you're just using me," Y/N says, her throat dry. Her voice, to her mortification, cracks and comes out as a croak. Any sense of anger deflates immediately and all she can feel is this crumbling sense of defeat. “I should have known that something was strange when you suddenly confessed. We had never even really talked before that. I mean, I thought that I was dreaming when you said you liked me—"

“No, it's because—”

"I know why you did it," she whispers. Remus freezes, the color draining from his face. "The worse part of all this is that I can't find it in myself to hate you for using me. But I had just thought that you didn’t think so little of me as to…” She doesn’t finish as she stares down at the space between them, swallowing thickly. She feels ill. The last sentence had come out before she realized it. So that was what it was — disappointment.

"Did you even know my name before James said it?" She asks with a bark of a forced laugh as she straightens, setting her shoulders now though she still has a difficult time looking directly at him.

Remus swallows thickly as he steps forward. His pause is enough of an answer. "Let me explain,” he begins quickly, his words tumbling out in a frantic mess. “Y/N, wait,” he starts, reaching out.

“Don’t touch me, Lupin,” she says dejectedly, stepping away from him. Remus flinches and freezes, his expression falling, but she can't bring herself to look at him in the eye anymore. Y/N stares at the worn patch of carpet by her shoe as she swallows thickly before turning to leave. "You can tell everyone that you broke up with me if it helps you."

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a/n: thx for reading! pt. 2 here my masterlist here

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Blue Butterflies (Harry Potter)

Pairing: Harry Potter + fem!reader

Word count: 4758

Warnings: shitty parents and I think nothing else, but let me know

Part two and my masterlist

It all started when she was six. She had something wrong, but she couldn’t remember what it was. Halfway through her mother’s screams, she’d decided she’d had enough and ran out of the house. She didn’t run away far enough for her to get lost, but enough that her mother’s shouts were far.��

She leaned against a brick wall and started sobbing. She didn’t notice that her sobs had startled someone living in the house that she was leaning on. She opened her eyes to brush away her tears when a blue butterfly caught her eye.

Her sobs stopped and her eyes widened at the beautiful creature. She was staring at it, intensely, watching its wings flutter and move around. It landed on a tree and stayed there. She was entranced by the butterfly, blue was her favourite colour after all. “Oi, Y/N!”

She didn’t recognise the voice, but she recognised that it came from the sky. She looked up and saw a boy gazing down at her from her window. She didn’t recognise him, so she furrowed her eyebrows and fumbled with her fingers while saying, “My mom says I shouldn’t talk to strangers!”

She was just about to leave when he replied with, “I’m not a stranger Y/N, we go to the same school.” She didn’t recognise him, so she continued walking away. “You’re in the same class as Dudley!” He exclaimed.

She looked around and noticed that this was in fact Dudley’s house and she looked back up at the boy, he didn’t look like Dudley at all. “Dudley never mentioned that he had a brother.” She says, and the boy sticks his tongue out in disgust, “Eww, I’m not Dudley’s brother, I’m his cousin!”

“Can you come down? My neck’s getting tired from looking up.” She says, and the boy doesn’t reply. He headed back inside the room, and a few seconds later, the front porch door swung open, and the boy came running out. She couldn’t hear Dudley’s mother shouting, and she thought that maybe it’s ‘International Mother shouting day’.

He came running towards her with his messy hair bouncing with each step he took. He smiled at her brightly, and he waved his hand. She repeated his action with much less enthusiasm. “Were you crying?” He asks, and she scrunches her face as she nods her head.

“What happened?” the boy asked, and she shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t remember what I did, but mom was very angry.” she sniffled as her eyes welled up with tears again. The boy looked around awkwardly, not knowing what to do, but he pressed, “You have to know what you did, just think!”

“I don’t remember…” she repeats, and he says, “You didn’t even try to remember.” He pouted and she sniffled again. She tried to think, and the last thing she could remember was her watching a cartoon then the sound of glass shattering. She clapped her hands, joyfully as the memory got clearer inside her head.

“Oh, oh, I remember! I was watching this really funny cartoon about a cat and a mouse, and it was so funny that my stomach hurt, but then the flower vase popped, and it made a biggg mess. Mom kept saying that I knocked it over, but I didn’t.” She explains, her excitement deflating to sadness.

“Don’t worry, I believe you! The same thing happens to me sometimes.” He reassures her with a bright smile. She looks at her excitedly, “You make vases pop too?”

“Well, not exactly, but almost.” He says, and she exclaims, “That’s good enough for me! Let's be friends!” his face brightens and he holds his hand out for her to shake, but she ignores it and pulls him in for a hug.

He stands, not knowing what to do, and he chuckles nervously. She doesn’t notice, but after a few seconds she releases him from her embrace. He smiles, and says, “You’re as nice as Dudley says you are.”

She frowns at the mention of Dudley and says, “I don’t like Dudley very much, he looks at me weird and keeps trying to give me flowers, but the ugly ones.”

“I thought girls liked all kinds of flowers.” He says, puzzled. She shrugs her shoulders, “I don’t know, but I only like forget-me-nots.”

“What are those?” He asks, and she clasps her hands together, and she sighs answers, dreamily, “They’re the prettiest blue flowers to have ever existed.”

“What flowers does Dudley get you?” He asks, curiously. She grimaces and pokes her tongue out to say, “He gets me roses.”

“What’s wrong with roses?” He asks, and she grabs his hand to lead him back near the tree where she was crying, while replying, “They’re not forget-me-nots.”

“Look!” She points to the butterfly that’s still sitting where she last saw it. She stands with her mouth wide open as she looks up at it. “It’s blue.” Harry comments, “You really like blue.”

“Like?! I Love blue.” She exclaims, “Mom says that the school where I’m going when I grow up has lots of blue.” She twirls around, remembering the cute blue skirts that her mother told her about.

“Potter!” Dudley’s mother shouts from inside the house, and Harry jumps, startled. “I better go now.” He says, frowning. She mirrors his expression as he starts to walk back inside the house. He walks with his head to the ground, sadly.

“You didn't tell me what your name is!” She shouts even though he’s far enough to hear her say it either way. He spins around to also shout, “It’s Harry.”

“Potter!”

This time the shout is angrier and even Y/N is frightened. She’s quick to run towards Harry and push him near the front door quickly. “Bye, new friend Harry.”

***

Harry and Y/N met up almost everyday for the coming years. They shared their thoughts and secrets no matter how big or small. Harry told her how horribly the Dursleys treated him, and she always asked him if he wanted her to punch Dudley in the face. He, however, said he was grateful for the chores they asked him to do because without them ordering him to clean Dudley’s room, he never would’ve met her.

Y/N was very sad that Harry wasn’t going to Beauxbatons with her. When she turned eleven and received her acceptance letter, she then realised that she was a witch. Her dad was a wizard, but her mother wasn’t. Her mother demanded that she be raised in a normal childhood until she was going to go to the school that her father went to.

She was a witch and as soon as she found out, she wanted to go and tell Harry, but her father told her that having magic is a secret and that she can’t tell anyone unless she is absolutely sure that they are either a witch or wizard. What saddened her is that she didn’t know if Harry was a wizard or not, so she couldn’t tell him.

So instead she settled on telling him this, “I’m going to a boarding school this fall.” They were lying on the ground in the Dursley’s backyard. She kept playing with the grass between her fingertips, and she started into the sky.

“A boarding school?” Harry asked, “You mean the ones where you stay there all year.” She nods and Harry’s frown deepens. He sits up and looks at her, “But I’m going to be all alone without you.”

“You’ll still have Dudley to annoy.” She says, unconvincingly. He sighs sadly, “Even he’s going to boarding school.”

She sits up too, and she grabs his hands in his, “Then you must be too, and you’ll make a lot of friends there!” He shakes his head, and replies, “No…I didn’t get any acceptance letter or email or anything.”

Y/N hugs Harry, and he hugs her back tightly. He’s grown used to and fond of her hugs by now. She was his favourite person, and the only person he cares about, and she was leaving. She was the kindest person ever, and the other girls in pre-school aren’t like her. Anyone would be lucky to have her as a friend, an awful thought enters his head, he expresses, “You’re going to forget me, aren’t you?”

“Why would I forget you?” She pulls back and frowns at him. He shrugs his shoulders and looks at the ground, plucking some of the grass into his hands, “You’ll make new friends.”

“I sure hope I do, but none of them will be you.” She says with a hand on his shoulder, reassuringly. He shakes his head and puts his head in his hands, unconvinced. “I’m serious, Harry! You’ll forever be my best friend.”

He groans still looking up at her, and then a conversation with her mother enters her head. She tilts her head at the idea, not understanding why not. She says, “Harry…”

He removes his head from his hands and looks at her. She quickly leans to press a kiss on his lips, a quick peck. When she leans back, Harry’s eyes are wide. He stands up quickly and points at her accusingly. She tilts her head, in confusion.

“You just kissed me!” Harry screams, and Dudley’s head pops out from his window at the sound. He surveys the garden and shouts, “You kissed my girlfriend!”

“I’m not your girlfriend.” Y/N seethed at Dudley then he disappeared back in his room, calling out for his mother. She looked back at Harry who was still paralyzed in his place with his mouth agape. He screamed once more, “Why did you kiss me?!”

“So I’ll never forget you!” She replied as if it was obvious. Harry stomps one foot on the ground and his cheeks flush, “What does that have to do with anything?”

She started to feel confused, why else would she kiss him? Her mom had said in her story that you kiss someone to make sure that you’ll never forget them, right? Why was he acting that way? “But mom said-”

“Potter!” Dudley’s mother screeched as she came marching into the garden with Dudley wobbling behind her. She has her boney finger pointed towards Harry and he rolls his eyes and folds his arms. Y/N got to watch Harry’s personality evolve through the years to being the boy who stands up for himself.

“Why did you kiss Dudley’s girlfriend?” She seethes at him, and he sighs, frustrated by her actions, “She’s not his girlfriend.” A few seconds later, Dudley’s dad comes stomping into the garden, looking angry.

“What’s all this fuss about, Petunia? I was in the middle of my breakfast!” He exclaims, and Y/N’s confused seeing as it’s noon. Harry mouths, ‘second breakfast’. Her mouth forms into an ‘O’ in understanding. “The boy’s kissed Dudley’s girlfriend.”

“I’m not his girlfriend and not his friend either.” Y/N shouted to stop the bickering. Dudley’s parents look at eachother confused and they then look at Dudley who is a shade of pink that matches a pig. “Aren’t you Y/N?” Dudley’s mother asks.

She nods her head, and Dudley’s dad looks at him and asks, “Then where have the flowers that I’ve been buying gone?” Dudley’s eyes widen and he points at Y/N and he shouts, “I’ve been giving them to her.”

“Even though I’ve told you to stop!” Y/N counters back. For the first time in Dudley’s life, he receives a stern look from his father. Harry looks surprised and very pleased. Dudley notices Harry’s expression and he folds his arms, “I think we should focus on the fact that Harry is friends with Y/N when I like her!”

That shifts Dudley’s parents' attention to Harry whose face has gone white. He goes to stand near Y/N, and she looks between them both. She holds Harry’s hand and she answers, “Because he’s my friend.”

“He’s not allowed to have friends.” Dudley’s mother said, looking at Harry through narrowed eyes. “He’s not supposed to have time to have friends with the chores that he has to get done!”

Y/N sensed that this was not going to go down in a good way, so she pulled Harry’s hand, and she started running. Harry started running behind her, not knowing where they were going. Y/N made them cross the street and she reached her house. The door flew open and she ran, leading Harry behind her, up the stairs and into her room. “Y/N?”

She shuts the door behind them, and she pants. Harry’s very frightened and he stands in the centre of her room like a statue. “Don’t worry, Harry. They won’t be able to get you here.” she reassures him, and then a few seconds after her words, there is a knock on her door.

“Y/N?” Her mother comes in, and she pokes her head through the door. She enters the room in surprise at seeing a boy in her eleven year old’s room. She stands up still, she thought she had a few more years before this conversation would happen, and asks with a tense smile, “Who’s this?”

“This is my friend, Harry.” Y/N explains, and she smiles. Harry waves awkwardly. He stares at the flour, shy, his messy hair falling over his head. He shuffles his feet, and notices that he’s standing on a furry, pink carpet.

“Hello, Harry.” Y/N’s mother says politely, and he waves again, even more awkwardly this time, if possible. She clears her throat and she walks near her daughter, she leans down towards her ear, and whispers, “Why is he…um still?”

“Harry’s just like that because I kissed him, but it’s his fault for worrying anyway because instead of worrying, I’ve fixed the problem-” She explained, quite proud of herself because of her masterful problem solving skills. Her mother’s eyes widen, and she asks, in her normal volume, “Why did you kiss Harry?”

Harry jumps from beside Y/N to go stand next to her mother, and nod his head along, eager to know the answer to that question too. Y/N frowns, she takes a look at Harry and she says, “Why don’t you get it? Mom said that if I kiss you, I’ll always remember you.”

Harry looks at the older woman beside him and he gives her a look of betrayal. He steps away from both girls and moves to the centre of the room once more. Y/N’s mother tuck’s her daughter’s hair behind her ear, and she clears her throat, “I don’t remember saying that, honey.”

“But you said- when you were talking about dad, that he was your first kiss, and that a person never forgets their first kiss! Harry was scared that I’d forget him, so I kissed him!” She explained as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Her mother rubs her face and she chuckles, “That’s not what I meant, I was saying that you never forget your first kiss because it’s special, and that you usually share it with someone that you like.”

“But, I like Harry!” she replied and Harry’s face turned red. Her mother chuckles once more, “No, darling, I meant that you like that person, romantically.”

Her mouth forms an ‘O’ in understanding and she takes a look at Harry who’s already looking at her with blushing cheeks. She looks away, understanding why he felt confused. She now felt embarrassed herself.

There was a long moment of silence where no one talked. The doorbell rang, and her mother started to move outside the room. Y/N looked outside her window to find Dudley’s parents standing outside the door, rather impatient. Harry looked out the window from beside her, and she sprinted towards her mother, and hugged her tightly. “No, Mom! You can’t go, they want to take Harry because they’re mad that he’s my friend.”

“Y/N, I’m sure you’ve got it all wrong, and I have to answer the door. I’ll talk to them.” She speaks, calmly, rolling her eyes when the doorbell rings two more times. She walks out of the room, and Y/N closes the door after her, and she turns to Harry, “Quick! See if you can fit in my trunk!”

“I’m not going to put myself in your trunk!” Harry exclaims, looking at the flowery, blue trunk that’s beside her bed. She rolls her eyes, and grabs Harry’s hand, she opens her trunk and lets the top rest on the wall. “It’s either there-” she points to the trunk, “Or there.” She then points to her door where the Dursleys were.

Harry looked at the trunk with disdain, but then looked at her door with disgust. He groaned loudly and started to place his feet inside the trunk. He put one foot in, and then the door burst open. Dudley’s dad burst it and he grabbed Harry’s wrist. “You’re coming with me!”

He marched, pulling Harry behind him, and Y/N ran down the stairs to find her mom. She hugged her mother’s torso and said, “Mom, do something! They’re very mean people!”

Her mother placed a hand on her head and started to pet her hair, soothingly. “Honey, I can’t do anything, they’re the ones responsible for him.”

Y/N grumbles, unsatisfied with her mother’s answer and she moves to see Harry moving out the door with Dudley’s father still grabbing him tightly. “I’ll see you tomorrow!” Y/N shouted to Harry hopefully, and before he could answer, Dudley’s mother seethed, “He’s not allowed to have friends!”

She slammed the door behind them and Y/N’s mother tutted as she stared at the door. Y/N looked at the floor, sadly. Her mother brought her into a hug while she mumbled, “But tomorrow’s his birthday…”

***

To say that Y/N was furious was an understatement. The next day, she had walked to the Dursleys’ house to give Harry his present, when the door opened, Dudley was standing there with a wide grin. She scrunched up her face, “Where’s Harry?”

“He’s forbidden to see you.” He replies with a shrug of his shoulders and she nearly growls, “He can’t be forbidden to see me!” He brings out a rose from behind him, and he hands it out to her, “Y/N, forget about him. I’m much better anyways.”

She grabs the flower and throws it on the ground, “You’re vile.” She spits, and she walks back to her house. There was only enough time till summer ended, and she had to go to Beauxbatons Academy. She wanted to spend that time with Harry, and she wasn’t going to let the Dursleys get in the way of that.

However, the next day, when she came looking for Harry again, their neighbour had told her that they left. When she asked where, she got no answer. She spent the next few days of her summer, looking out her window, first thing as she wakes up to see if the Dursley’s cars are outside their house, if they’re back. But that never happened.

Soon enough, it was time for her to head to Beauxbatons, but with no sign of Harry she couldn’t be even a bit excited. Her father held her hand, and held her trunk with his other hand as he spoke, “Darling, you have to cheer up! You’re going to learn magic!”

All she could do was hum silently and stare at the floor. Her father was one of the most important people to have ever gone to Beauxbatons, so instead of going by boat like everyone else does, she went by floo.

Her first year was enjoyable, she had made new friends, even with the older girls and boys. Her best friend was a third year student called Fleur Delacour, she was brilliant and part veela. Her father told her before she went that she was also part veela which is why Dudley was always drooling over her. She couldn’t figure out why Harry wasn’t affected by her magic.

She was top of her class, and madame maxime’s favourite student with her being top of her grade. The part she enjoyed the most was the abundance of the colour blue, just like her father had said. Her uniform was a bit uncomfortable, but she got used to it. She just hated how her skirt would ride up sometimes.

Other than that, Beauxbatons was a wonderful place, and she enjoyed her time there. However, every so often she would find herself thinking about Harry and what he was doing. She wasn’t even sure that she’d see him when she came back from break. She couldn’t find him with the Dursleys when she came back home, her only hope was that she saw him during the summer.

When she came back home, near the end of June, she was surprised, angry, and relieved to see that Harry was with the Dursleys. He didn’t come to speak to her the first day which only made her angrier because he left with no word and then he comes back almost a year later and he has nothing to say to her.

Thankfully, the next day, the doorbell rang and she was the one to open the door. The expression on her face was neutral as she observed the boy on her doorstep. He’d grown taller, she noted, it made her heart skip a beat. He opened his mouth to say something, but she brought her fingers to her lips to silence him.

He didn’t speak, and he waited for her to do something. To his surprise, she brought him into a hug, it only lasted for a few seconds. She inhaled his familiar scent, but noticed it had changed slightly. She’d missed him so much, and her heart was racing against his chest. She pulled back with no emotion in her eyes, and he started to speak again. She hushed him, “Shh.”

He didn’t speak again, and she took a step back. Looked him in the eye, then slammed the door in his face. She stormed up to her room, furiously. She was glad that he was alive and well because now she can be angry at him in peace. “Y/N!” He continued to shout, but she paid him no mind.

She went up to her room, and she could still hear him calling for her, so she shut the window. She laid down on her bed, and opened a book that one of her muggleborn friends had lent her. She had opened the book, and took out her bookmark, when she heard thuds on her window.

She turned to look and saw stones hitting the glass. She rolled her eyes at Harry’s antics, seeing that he was disturbing her and the birds on the tree next to her window. She decided she had enough when the birds had enough as well when they flew away. She looked back at her book and started reading.

She was about two pages done when there was a sound of knocking on the window, and the faint sounds of her name. She looked to her window to find that Harry had climbed the tree outside her window. Her eyes widened, and she rushed to her window. She opened it and she shouted, “What are you doing?”

“Trying not to die!” He screams as he looks down at the faraway ground. She can hear him mumble about something being ironic.”Give your hand.” She instructs him and he obeys.

He carefully manoeuvres himself till he’s inside her room. She moves to her bed, and he turns to close the window behind him, taking a deep breath after that small adventure. He turns to look at her, and he gets hit with a pillow in his face.

“You-absolute-git.” She said, hitting him with the pillow after every word. He goes to grab the pillow to stop her from her assault. He grabs the pillow from her tight grip and he throws it on the floor somewhere faraway in the room. He holds both her wrists, and he says, “Calm down.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down, you insensitive idiot and you made me lose my page!” She shouts, and he laughs at the last point. “This isn’t funny!” She struggles against his grip, but he’s gotten stronger since last summer.

“I’m sorry.” He says, and she rolls her eyes, still struggling against his grip, “You should be.” She states, getting tired after all the effort she exerted to break free. She stops moving and he says with a small smile, when did his smile get so cute? “I got accepted into a boarding school just like you did.”

She looks away, she can’t help but feel happy for him. She keeps a neutral expression as she says, “congratulations.” He smiles again and decides to let go of her wrists. She walks to her bed and starts flipping through her book to find her page. Feeling her heart almost beat out of her chest from his gaze on her.

“It’s ironic, isn’t it?” She says, still not looking at him. He furrowed his eyebrows, and she continued, “That you were worried, I’d forget about you, but you did the same to me…”

She trailed off as she found her page, placing a book page in between the pages. He sits down beside her, and he says, “I didn’t forget you.”

She hums, unconvinced. She gets up to place her friend’s book on the new bookshelf her parents bought her. She needed to keep that book safe, her friend gets really made when his books get ruined. “You’re still my best friend.” He says, and she rolls her eyes, “You expect me to believe that?”

“I’m sure you’ve made lots of friends, Harry. A minimum of five, and I’m sure that you like one of them more than me by now. Having spent a whole year with them, and very politely ignoring me!” She says, interrupting him when he opens his mouth.

“I wanted to talk to you, and tell you but I couldn’t!” He says, looking ashamed and on edge. She turns around to look at him, and asks, “Why not?”

“We aren’t allowed phones or anything like that in there.” Harry explains as best as he could. She scrunched her face, seemingly satisfied with the answer. “I wanted to talk to you all year long.” He continued.

“I didn’t see you at christmas.” She mumbles and Harry says, “I had the option to stay at Hog- there, and anything’s better than staying here ” She pursues her lips, that did make sense, knowing how terribly he was treated here.

“Okay then.” She says, shortly. Harry beams, he jumps off the bed and walks up to her and asks, hopefully, “Am I forgiven?”

“Yeah…” She mumbles and he hugs her. It was the first time Harry hugged her, she’d always be the one to hug him. She sunk into his embrace then she grabbed his hand, excitedly and led him to her bed. She sat cross legged as she asked, “Okay, now let me all about this boarding school of yours. Don’t leave out any details, oh, and tell me about your friends!”

“Umm…”

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