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kkurades · 2 years

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━━ during the battle of hogwarts blaise had lost sight of you but when he finally found you again he found your dead corpse.

word count: 2637

pairing: fem!gryffindor!lupin!reader x blaise zabini

warning: death, blood, missing limbs, broken skull, war.

“But he's there! Potter's there! Someone grab him!” Pansy Parkinson exclaimed while you watched the scene unfold next to Hermione.

Ginny instinctively moves towards Harry with her wand drawn. Your eyes quickly flickered to your boyfriend, Blaise Zabini who was already staring at you.

Both you and Hermione made a move to join Ginny while you desperately clutched your wand, praying to whoever was listening that you wouldn't have to use it.

The other Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws follow your lead and stand protectively around Harry before Filch abruptly marched in, but you couldn't bring yourself to listen to him as you examined Blaise who seemed indifferent about the situation.

“Wait! As it turns out, Mr. Filch, your arrival is most opportune. If you would, I'd like you to lead Miss Parkinson and the rest of Slytherin House from the Hall.”

Your gaze quickly flashed towards Professor McGonagall before looking back to your frowning boyfriend.

“Right away,” Filch suddenly halted before questioning the head of Gryffindor once again, “Er, exactly where is it I'd be leadin' em to, ma'am?”

“The dungeons should do,” while the other students cheered as the Slytherins were taken to the dungeon, you felt an apprehensive feeling crawl over you as you watched Blaise desperately looking at you.

Perhaps he had known that the inevitable was going to happen, and he didn't want you to be in the middle of the battlefield without his protection.

After all, you still were a Gryffindor through and through. And unfortunately, your house was particularly known for its impulsiveness, which was a trait that you shared.

You watched stoically as Blaise disappeared from your sight before moving towards your father and your stepmother.

Remus kissed the top of your head, while Nymphadora pulled you into a firm hug. You inhaled her vanilla and candy-like scent, which soothed you extensively before pulling away and joining Neville and the rest of the DA.

You were assisting Cho, Nigel, and Katie while Seamus ordered you around in placing magical 'charges' on key pressure points.

Your body stilled when you noticed Scabior and the Snatchers moving towards you and Neville.

“Not good,” you heard Neville mumble before you took his arm and sprinted as fast as you could while Ginny and Seamus were standing at the edge of the wooden bridge.

Even though you knew you should have been more concerned about Scabior and the Snatchers, who were about to catch up to you any instant, you felt the terror seep into your body as you caught a maniacal gleam in Seamus’ eyes.

Fortunately, you were quick enough to reach the duo in time before the bridge ultimately collapsed.

But when you turned around, you noticed that Neville had suddenly disappeared. Ginny gasped beside you as your mouth fell scarcely open and your eyes widened.

The moment seemingly lasted forever before charred fingernails appeared over the final remaining of the bridge.

You let out a sigh of relief before you and Ginny rushed to hoist Neville up onto what's left of the bridge.

“What?” The youngest Weasley asked as Neville glanced at you.

“That was quite exciting,” you let out a groan as Seamus grinned and winked at him.

“Mad. The both of you,” Ginny declared before a thundering rumble almost send Neville tumbling off the bridge again.

Ginny steadies him as you all peer into the distance, noticing that the reason of the small earthquake were giants.

You quickly said your goodbyes before you dashed off to help fight off the death eaters, while Ginny and Neville parted ways with Seamus.

And while you were fighting for your life, Blaise had been stuck in the dungeons with a harsh glare on his face as he stared holes into the grinning Filch.

“Night-tee night,” Blaise felt like he could slaughter the man right then and there, but quietly watched as Pansy cursed him.

“You let us out of here, you filthy squib!” Filch only grinned, shaking the ring of keys in his hand, and turned to walk away.

When he was a fair distance away the chamber began to tremble, but with each step, it got more violent. Suddenly plaster rained down, and a ragged hole opens in the ceiling, followed by multiple others before a massive eye peered inside which made some Slytherins scream.

The giant's fist dropped heavily through the hole, fingers probing the cell clumsily. Filch watched in horror as the cell fell to pieces and the Slytherins spilled forth.

Goyle ruthlessly flung Housemates aside, while Blaise followed in his wake. Ready to start searching for you throughout the whole castle, even if it would take him the entire night.

As they reached the safety of the corridor, a hand — this one of human scale — reaches out of the darkness and grabbed Goyle.

Blaise stifled his groan at the sight of Draco Malfoy before following him, desperately hoping that they would come across someone who could notify him of your whereabouts.

Before Blaise comprehended what was occurring, he was perched atop a fragile tower while fire consumed everything around him.

He had lost his wand earlier on and thought that this would be it before Ron and Harry flew towards him and Draco on brooms.

He quickly took Ron's outstretched hand and mounted the broom while listening to Ron complaining about it under his breath.

Blaise suppressed his eye roll because Ron Weasley did save his life.

While Ron flew them to safety, he couldn't stop himself from asking about you. The words were scorching him, and he desperately ought to know the answer.

“Where's Y/n?” His voice was steady, but if you listened close enough, then you would perhaps have heard his urgency.

Ron quickly glanced at him with a scoff before replying.

“I don't know. I haven't seen her since the start of this.”

But as Ron glimpsed at Blaise's despairing expression, he felt himself blurt something out.

“She went with Ginny and Neville,” he timidly said, which lit Blaise's eyes once again before Ron landed the two of them safely.

Blaise awkwardly thanked Ron before dashing off in the hope to find you.

You had scratches all over your face, your nose was probably broken, and you were convinced that your left pinky was about to fall off.

You tried to shrug it off as you continued fighting off the infinite death eaters.

Much to your solace, you found your dad and stepmom and quickly approached them while fending off the enemy.

But your relief was exceptionally brief when Antonin Dolohov ultimately killed your father.

You heard your heart pounding loudly in your ears as the light left your father's eyes.

You could hear Nymphadora's heartbreaking cry before you charged at Dolohov ruthlessly before you killed the man.

While you were able to kill Antonin Dolohov, you knew that it was partially because he had been diverted and hadn't seen you coming.

You were about to approach your father's body but abruptly halted when you noticed Bellatrix Lestrange standing a little further from you, inclining to kill Nymphadora.

No sound came from your throat as Bellatrix neared your stepmom who was wailing over her dead husband's body, not caring whether she was open for attacks.

You noticed out of the corner of your eye Kingsley Shacklebolt attempting to reach Nymphadora in time, but you knew he was too far away to do anything.

Nymphadora looked up at the sound of Kingsley yelling at her, but she felt like she couldn't move as Bellatrix moved toward her at an extraordinarily rapid pace.

You quickly made your mind up as you ran right towards the merciless death eater, your wand having been discarded somewhere along the way of killing Dolohov.

Your body collided with Bellatrix' as you made an effort to shove her off the edge of the castle.

Unfortunately, she yanked you with her before she quickly apparated to safety.

It felt like everything was going in slow motion as you caught a glimpse of Kingsley and your stepmom leaning over the edge while they screamed your name at the top of their lungs as tears streamed down Nymphadora's cheek as she watched you plunge to your death.

You felt yourself relaxing as you realized that you had saved Nymphadora and that she would have an opportunity to survive this and go home to Teddy.

You quickly accepted your death, as your final thoughts were of Blaise Zabini.

You particularly thought about the feeling of when you woke up next to him in your dorm.

The sunlight bled through the curtains around your bed as you felt Blaise's heartbeat steadily thumping beneath you.

You remembered the adoring look on his face as you kissed him softly while your limbs were tangled together.

Your last thoughts were of Blaise before your body shut down when it collided with the ground.

Nymphadora remembered the determination on your face when she looked up to see you charging at Bellatrix to save her.

She remembered the anguish she felt when her maternal aunt pulled you down with her.

She remembered how she scattered to her feet before taking off towards the edge with Kingsley right next to her as she shrieked your name, desperate to see you one more time.

She remembered the heartbreak she felt when your eyes softened, and you looked peaceful, almost relieved, as you fell to your death while the stars were reflected in your eyes.

Kingsley had to haul her away while Arthur looked at her with sorrow in his eyes.

Minerva McGonagall's face twisted into pure horror when she heard the sound of bones breaking.

She quickly spun around only to see you dead on the floor with your eyes hauntingly staring into her soul as the corner of your lips had been turned upwards.

A gasp left her body as a single tear fell from her eye before hurrying over to you.

She crouched next to you, taking you into her arms but had no option but to leave you there.

The castle still roamed with death eaters, giants, and whatnot, and she couldn't afford to be vulnerable at a time like this, besides she was way too old to be carrying bodies around, so she quickly promised your dead body that she would return as soon as possible.

Only after Voldemort's defeat did McGonagall remember about you again and instantly asked Wood to assist her to pick up your body.

Oliver let out a shallow breath as he halted next to your body. You hadn't been moved because you had fallen into a relatively peaceful area where there wasn't much damage done.

He quickly glanced at the head of the Gryffindor house with a shaken look on his face before seizing your body.

Your head lolled against his shoulders and your arm limply hung from your body as Oliver carried you to the great hall, where most of the bodies were placed.

When he entered the Great Hall, he noticed some people throwing pitiful looks at you in his arms as he brought you to a free spot.

Just as he was about to place you down he heard someone let out a miserable sob before turning to your stepmom who hadn't left Remus his side since the war had ended.

He carefully put you on a blanket as Nymphadora fell down next to your body. He took this as his que to leave, but not before giving one last tragic look at your corpse.

Neville, Ginny, Seamus, Harry, Hermione, and Ron immediately ran towards you when they noticed your body being brought in.

Neville closed his eyes as tears escaped them while he remembered how lively you had looked hours prior.

Hermione leaned into Ron as salty wet tears streamed down her face as she hiccuped slightly while Seamus stared at you with horror and misery.

At a sudden point during the battle did Blaise find Neville and Luna, but when he questioned them about your whereabouts he came out with nothing.

His hopes started to falter after he had practically scoured the whole castle.

After Voldemort's defeat, he had followed the Malfoy's into the great hall and quietly sat there as he observed the doors, hoping for you to come through them.

He had asked all of your friends by now where you were, but none of them knew. Blaise had even looked at all the bodies to ensure that you weren't dead.

Later on, Draco and his mother had already left, but Blaise didn't dare to move his eyes from the gate.

His eyes glanced towards a small commotion that had been around one of the bodies that had just been brought in by Oliver Wood and professor McGonagall.

When he looked closer, he noticed that it were your friends. Even your stepmother was there as she sat on the ground while crying her eyes out.

He quickly came to realize that it couldn't be a coincidence.

'No'

He kept repeating the word as he quickly jumped up and neared the group, but he felt his heart in his throat when he recognized your messy y/h/c hair and your favorite red sweater that you had been wearing earlier that night when he saw you.

His eyes widened as he pushed through your friends, who threw sympathetic looks as he collapsed next to your body.

The war hadn't been kind to you. Your nose was broken and dried blood stained your upper lip. You had multiple scratches and gashes along your body, and blood stained the blanket that you were laying on, indicating that there was a wound on the back of your head.

Your fingers were covered in grime and blood, but he could make out that you missed one finger.

Blaise clutched to your body refusing to let you go as tears fell from his eyes, not caring about the blood that was tainting his clothes.

He sat there for hours, refusing to leave you as the stream of tears seemed endless.

At a certain point, they had placed your father’s body next to you, but he paid him no mind.

Most students had been leaving the Great Hall, but he remained next to you while Nymphadora watched him sadly.

He felt like his life ended the moment he found your body, but his thoughts were cut off by a hand being placed on his shoulder.

His eyes glanced towards the owner, who happened to be Nymphadora. She sat down next to him while trying to keep her tears at bay.

“What happened?” Blaise's voice was quivering and hoarse, his hands trembled, and he was terrified of the answer.

“I- Y/n found me and R-Remus at a certain point during the battle. Remus had just been killed by Antonin Dolohov so she avenged him by killing Dolohov. After her fight with him she-uhm, she lost her wand. While I was grieving over Remus I was oblivious to Bellatrix who was planning to kill me,” Blaise let out a shuddered breath as he knew where this was going to but kept quiet.

“She charged at Bellatrix and pushed her off the castle, but Bellatrix pulled her with her. During their fall, Bellatrix managed to apparatus. Even though Y/n didn’t kill her, she saved my life,” Nymphadora was full-on sobbing now as the memory seemed like an endless loop.

“What-what happened to Bellatrix?” Blaise felt anger fill his body as he spat out the name of the woman who had partially killed his Y/n.

“Molly killed her.”

Blaise nodded but remained quiet as he grieved you with your stepmother silently. But he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to recover from this, from your death.

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50044w44s · 4 months

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Headcanons I have about Teddy Lupin <3

I don't picture father Harry much but i def picture godfather Harry like my life depends on it. Like, Teddy calling Harry "old man" and Harry finding it hilarious. Harry calling him Ted, or Ed, instead of Teddy, makes him feel important and validated.

And he calls them Mom and Dad, or Harry and Ginny, depending on the day. And he would occasionally talk about Remus or Dora and he'd say "My father" or "My mother" and people would ask him like, which one? And I think growing up he wanted to be an auror like his father (Harry) or his mother (Dora), but also growing up he came to realize that it wasn't that great of a job, and he decided for something else, maybe teaching.

He's really good at charms, and bad at transformations, he doesn't do bad at potions but he would never pick it. And for merlin's sake do not ask him to play quidditch because he will die and kill someone in the process. He's a big fan though.

I think he was the most gentle parented kid ever, along with the other Potter kids, and I think he has both surnames cause Harry didn't want him to feel left out of the family, but didn't want to take Lupin's name out. He hopes in the future Teddy will choose for himself which one to use more.

And I think that he wasn't traumatized by his parents deaths, he was able to process them and mourn them and finally listen happily to all the others had to tell him about them.

And I think Andromeda and Molly were the best grandmothers someone could ever ask for. And I think Draco was the cool uncle that offered him a smoke for the first time and was the one Teddy asked for advice with Victorie. And Ron and Hermione were the house he ran to to avoid all the rules Harry's strict ass had.

And he was a happy kid, who grew into a happy adult.

Anyways if you didn't notice, I love Teddy Lupin.

#teddy lupin #harry potter #headcanon #hp headcanon #harry potter headcanon #ginny weasley #harry and ginny #ron weasley #hermione granger #harry ron hermione #ron hermione #molly weasley harry potter #andromeda black #harry and draco friendship #draco malfoy #hinny fluff #hinny #harry x ginny

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whinlatter · 11 months

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That’s how she feels, early Monday, third week of September 1998, listening to a little Muggle man murmur to her on the airwaves: at sea. Like there’s a great wave brewing, swelling on the horizon. It’s not yet broken, but the threat is there – like, soon, it’ll crash against the seashore, rise up, swallow the harbour whole.

🪶 read the author’s note for this chapter

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elliebyrrdwrites · 12 days

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The Heist pt. 5

You can Read the series from the start here.

The Museum

“So, you’re kind of like my cousin.” The young, blue haired wizard said to Draco as they both gazed up at the building across the street.

The corner of Draco’s mouth pulled tight as he jiggled the box of malted chocolate balls he had picked up from the corner store on his way over. He estimated he had about 10 left in the box.

“It would appear so.” He lifted the box to his mouth.

“It’s you, isn’t it?” Teddy Lupin asked and Draco merely slid a glance sidelong to the kid before refocusing his gaze on the museum entrance. He was waiting for Granger to arrive next. Theo and Potter arrived first, followed by Seamus. Teddy was set to enter with Draco, so that he was specifically instructed on what to look for. What to swipe.

Teddy continued, “My grandmother told me about the anonymous person who sends her a monthly check. It’s quite generous, of course, but the donor had written to her with the first check that it was meant to be spent on me and my school supplies, clothes...things like that.”

Draco shifted uncomfortably as the young man continued to look at him. “Your hair is blue.” He threw a chocolate ball into his mouth and said around his bite, “You’re going to draw attention.”

From Draco’s peripheral, he briefly caught the shift of bright, cobalt blue morph into an inconspicuous mousy brown.

“So, why didn’t you ever just come and visit me and grams?”

“Grams?” Draco frowned and shook his head just as a disguised Granger emerged, from a crowd of college students. She was dressed in a posh little black dress with the same big round sunglasses but instead of her usual glossy brown waves floating behind her, she had transfigured her hair to a sleek, straight black. While she drew attention from the male students she passed, Draco found he much preferred the brilliant brown that was almost golden in the light of the sun.

“Time to go.” Draco pushed off the wall, tossed the remainder of the chocolates into his mouth before crushing the box and tossing it into the trash bin nearby.

Teddy followed behind, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat. While summer had finally approached the city, it had not yet reached the peek of heat, or else Draco was certain the young man would have looked utterly out of place.

Draco pushed the openings of his black coat back as he slid his hands casually into his pants pockets. Having refused to transfigure his hair for casing, he opted to throw a baseball cap over his blond hair and shadow his very distinct grey eyes.

They slipped, seamlessly into a crowd of people entering the museum, as part of a tour.

“Count the guards and find the most vulnerable one.”

Teddy nodded Draco had to admit, he was impressed by the relaxed nature of the young man as he browsed the museum. While Teddy kept tabs on security, Draco spent his time murmuring a spell as the tip of his wand poked from the arm of his coat.

This bit of magic was one he had developed after going to great lengths to find the blueprints of every place he robbed. It gave him the ability to scan the room and later display it in a three dimensional image that could then be burned onto parchment, giving them the most detailed and accurate blueprint to work off of.

Theo and Potter were posing as a couple that enjoyed day trips to the museum and Seamus was looking for the main security room, in order to better access the camera’s footage.

Granger’s job was to work out the kind of wards the museum had in place and how many before figuring out the wards individually placed around the exhibit with The Wand, itself.

Which is where he found her when he finally made it into the room with the Tuniit exhibit.

When they found themselves standing beside one another in front of the ivory Wand, Granger took a break from her murmuring to toss a look at him.

“This is full of advanced wards.”

Draco hummed in ascent. “What are we looking at?”

“Most of it, I can do in under five minutes.”

“But?”

“But there’s this one in particular,” She sighed and crossed her arms, her wand sliding into the arm of her coat. “It’s blood magic.” She hissed as Draco continued to murmur his spell and his wand continued to subtly flick around the room.

Draco’s wand nearly loosened in his grip.

“Are you sure?” He asked through tight lips.

“Yes.” She whispered back, pressing closer as she leaned over the plaque, pretending to read the script. “We need to find out whose blood set this ward.”

Draco smelled tangerine and honey as she pulled away, casting a small gust of air into his nostrils. Temporarily thankful that transfiguration had no power of scents, Draco frowned down at The Wand.

“We can figure it out.” He assured her, though despite the conviction in his voice, his mind raced with who all of the possible wizards might have been involved with the placement of this piece within the museum.

She chanced a glance up into his shadowed eyes and swallowed. “I hope so.” She whispered as she passed him.

Draco angled his body so that he could watch her go. The sway of her hips as she moved at a leisurely pace, the way the coat hugged against her body, tied and buttoned in the front. Draco found himself enthralled in the way she moved, the lingering scent of her hair causing his mouth to water.

He’d decided that he was in the mood for a fruit salad as he moved into the next room, where Teddy Lupin had just left with a simple nod of his head as they passed. Confirmation that his job was done or was indeed going smoothly.

Just as Draco finished the blueprinting of the next and final room of the museum, a soft voice carried over the exhibits and dug into his ears.

It was a voice he knew well. Ducking behind a large totem pole on display in the middle of the museum, Draco peeked around to find Astoria Greengrass was walking through the museum, dressed in feminine, muggle business attire. Her raven hair was pinned into a bun atop, and her pale face was pinched in thought as she discussed something with the museum curator. The curator, Draco had researched, was an gentlemen by the name of Warren Locksley. His salt and pepper hair was wiry and thin, a contrast to the heavy beard around his mouth.

Astoria passed the Totem Pole and Draco quickly sank back against the exhibit as he listened to their murmured talk fade away.

“Who are you hiding from?” Harry Potter startled Draco, causing him to frown deeply at the man before pushing away from the exhibit.

“Who did you see?” Harry’s eyebrow lifted when Draco shook his head and glanced around the museum, careful not to run into any other possible member of the Greengrass family.

It was during this moment, however, that Draco recalled something about The Greengrass’. His frown drifted into a smirk as he tilted his head to take in the Famous Harry Potter.

“What do you know of the Greengrass family, Potter?”

Harry’s hands stuffed themselves into his pockets as he shrugged. “Not much. They made a rather generous donation towards the rebuilding of Hogwarts after the war. I also remember the youngest one sending me a letter once, thanking me for my bravery and...wait a minute.” He stopped and eyed Draco, suddenly recalling some vital information. “Weren’t you engaged to one of them after the war?”

Draco’s smirk fell. “That’s not the point,” He nodded his head towards the exit and started walking.

Harry fell into stop just behind Draco, careful to keep enough distance.

“Astoria Greengrass took over the family image and convinced her family to bridge the gap between Muggles and Wizards. She may be the sole purpose of things evolving the way they have been. But her father found that the bridge between our world and theirs was really quite lucrative.”

“Okay.”

The men stepped into a courtyard and Harry immediately pulled out a mobile phone and began to swipe his thumb over the screen.

“What does that have to do with any of this?” He paused and looked up at Draco, squinting through the glare of the sun. “Wait, is that who you were hiding from? Astoria Greengrass?”

Draco nodded and glanced around the courtyard. “When we were together, she pushed me to get in touch with you over and over.”

Harry chuckled.

“Point is,” Draco narrowed his eyes on a group of people passing by. “I think it’s time you and she arranged a meeting.”

“Okay...”

“I’m thinking you should set up a couple of meetings. We’ll have to get in there fast. And we’ll have to ensure you’ve set one up for, lets say...” Draco eyed a bench that had just been emptied of its occupants. “Four days from now?”

“But that’s the day of —” Harry paused, catching on, as he looked up from his mobile. “Oh.” The device in his hand buzzed and Harry grimaced as he looked down at the screen. “I have to stop by the house. Ginny won’t stop texting me. Meet you back at your place.” Harry slipped the mobile into his pocket as the men parted ways.

Draco settled himself on to the bench, and absorbed the warmth of the sun. He tilted his head back and inhaled slowly as he basked.

“Where’s Potter?” Theo’s voice whispered.

Draco’s eyes adjusted to the light unshielded against his closed lids and found Theo sitting on the opposite end of the bench.

“Had to go see the misses. What do you think?”

Theo scoffed and crossed his ankles as he leaned back to enjoy some of the summer sun on his skin. “Piece of cake. Where’s Granger?”

Draco shrugged, despite the fact that Theo’s eyes were closed as he sunbathed. “I last saw her checking the wards on The Wand.”

“Hmm.” Theo hummed in response. “Didn’t I tell you she was a whizz?”

Draco stared at his best friend. “You did. She’s quite lovely.”

Theo turned his head and peered through his squinting eyes. “Easy there, Draco.”

Trying his best to look affronted, Draco shrugged. “Is she not lovely? What’s the matter with calling her lovely? I’d call you lovely if asked to describe you.”

Theo grunted and closed his eyes.

Frowning, Draco leaned into the bench and closed his eyes. The warmth of the sun tended to lull him into a state of stasis if left out too long. The allure of sleep was quickly hurtling toward him when he caught the scent of sweet citrus.

“Boys,” She crooned and Draco felt her hips brush against his.

He opened his eyes and found Theo smiling down at her.

“Reminds me of Amsterdam,” Theo said and Draco grinned at the sudden rush of blood that filled her cheeks.

“Why do you keep brining up Amsterdam. This is nothing like Amsterdam.” She hissed and adjusted her ass against the bench, apparently nestled in between the two men.

“We’re at a museum, are we not?”

“You can’t keep bringing it up. We agreed to never bring up Amsterdam again and you brought it up twice in one day.”

She was staring at the open brochure, pretending to read the material, when in fact she was hiding the scowl on her face as he hissed at Theo.

Theo grinned broadly behind a hand that rubbed at his jaw.

Draco was chuckling and that was enough for her to direct her ire at him. Her head whipped to look at him, her sleep black strands whipping Theo in the face.

“What are you laughing at? You don’t even know what happened in Amsterdam.” She paused then narrowed her eyes. An act he could just barely make out behind the large, bug-like lenses on her face. “Do you?”

“He doesn’t.” Theo answered for her.

Draco just tilted his head and grinned at Granger, welcoming an explanation.

“Well, why don’t we tell him.” Granger shrugged. “Why not? Let’s tell Malfoy how you ended up in a pair of knickers and—”

A hand came around her shoulder and clamped itself over her mouth. “You’re right.” Theo chuckled nervously. “Let’s not speak on it again. Amsterdam never happened. As a matter of fact, let’s obliviate it from our minds now. And this. Let’s obliviate this entire conversation. That includes you, Draco.”

Draco was openly chuckling but Granger pouted when she removed Theo’s hand from her mouth. “I’d never! How could I obliviate the thing that led us here?” She slid her hand into the inside of Draco’s elbow and Theo rested his hand on her shoulder.

“You’re right, Granger.” Theo patted the rounded curve of the witches shoulder. “Right here is good. I like here.”

She pushed her left hip into Theo and rested her head on Draco’s shoulder. “Me, too.”

Draco shook his head in amusement but couldn’t shake the pulse of energy between his arm and the feel of her little hand holding on. It was the same arm that was left branded at a young age.

She touched him without fear, without an ounce of hesitation. And he realized then that being near Hermione Granger was easy. Befriending her was natural, as she seemed to have accepted him into her life with open arms as well.

“Here is good.” Draco murmured and patted her hand affectionately.

A sudden explosion jolted the three of them out of their moment of peace. It wasn’t the kind of explosion that led with a bang! but the kind that elicited cries of fear and alarm.

Granger pulled away from the wizards at her side and stood.

Theo sat up straight and let out an exasperated sigh.

For what had caused such an alarm, was the sudden eruption of flames at a corner of the courtyard.

And in the corner, Draco realized with a frown, was a camera aimed directly at the spot they sat in.

Seamus approached them with a lifted brow but stood a distance far enough away to disallow anyone to believe they were together. “You’re causing a scene. I had to take proactive measures.”

Draco grinned as Granger sighed obscenely.

Theo lifted an impressed brow at Seamus as they all watched her march away from them and out of the courtyard.

Teddy passed her on his way into the courtyard and grinned broadly at the three men.

Draco took that as a job well done and mentally began to prepare himself for what was surely be the most difficult task of this particular job.

Which was, unfortunately and impossibly, to obtain a bit of blood from Astoria Greengrass.

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hustlingrube · 1 year

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3yo Teddy: Aunty Bewwa, you licked a puss.

Bellatrix: Excuse me?

3yo Teddy: You licked a puss.

Bellatrix: …

3yo Teddy, handing Bellatrix a candle jar: …

Hermione, without putting her book down: Eucalyptus.

#bellatrixlestrange #bellatrix black #hermione granger #bellamione #bellatrix x hermione #incorrect bellamione #incorrect quotes #teddy lupin

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crazybutgood · 1 year

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I absolutely adore short stories, and I thought I'd use the spotlight saturday concept to spread love for them as much as I can. I will try my best to make this a monthly thing,, sometimes more or less frequent. I hope you find some bite-sized bits of escapism to enjoy through these reclists. Today's features stories to curl up cosily with for a good laugh, some hurt/comfort, or softness—take your pick! And as always, please check the tags and author notes. Have a lovely weekend~

At The Top by @moonstruckwytch (Draco/Harry) (G)

written for hdcandyheartsfest 2022 day two: first date

Sinking/Floating by @andithiel (Draco/Harry) (T, 966)

After the war, Harry once again dwells so much on dreams of the past and those he lost, that he forgets to live. Draco helps to remind him.

For All You Give (I’ll Give it Back to You) by @thesleepiesthufflepuff (Harry/Ron/Hermione) (T, 7144)

A birthday, a beach cottage, a love confession (or two). All Harry can wonder is why it took him so long to figure this out.

Flushed with love and romance by toutcequonvuet (Draco/Harry) (M, 3011)

Harry has been eagerly anticipating the perfect proposal Draco is surely crafting. Nothing can put a plug on his excitement. When he finally gets it, he’s in for a surprise of the accidental (and hilarious) variety./Featuring: wordplay, bath bombs, and theoretically attractive plumbers

From Sunset to Star Rise by @schmem14 (Harry/Ron) (M, 7618)

Ron stops in his tracks, trembling from head to toe as he points his nose to the clear blue sky, feeling the autumn chill bite his fevered skin./He’s in love with Harry, and he only just realizes it./I have to conquer this is his first thought./I have to tell him is his second./But I’m afraid… lingers longest of all./Ron and Harry move to New England to get away from the aftermath of war, buy a cozy cabin in the woods, and fall in love under the stars of an autumn sky.

Dancing with our eyes closed by Patriceavril (Ginny/Luna) (T, 2517)

Ginny ditches the wedding and her stupid heels, expecting to drink her bottle of stolen champagne alone. When Luna appears, Ginny decides maybe she doesn't want to be alone after all.

Destination: Healing by @stargazing-enby (Draco/Harry) (T, 2027)

As much as he refused to think about it, the truth was something in Harry’s chest unravelled in those dawn-hued moments of quiet when his body was heavy against the bathroom door frame, the Cloak heavy on his shoulders, and his gaze heavier than any of the two on the rise and fall of Malfoy’s breathing.

bloom for me by dynazty (Pansy/Luna) (T, 824)

It was a flower garden. That’s what Luna told her.

Strict Essentials by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (Draco/Harry) (M, 3884)

Harry and Draco go shopping for a new kettle.

The List by @onbeinganangel (Remus/Sirius) (M, 1400)

A story where the to-do list is too long, the weather is terrible and Sirius is seriously trying his best not to have to leave the house.

Marshmallow Kisses by @samunderthelights (James Sirius/Teddy) (G, 889)

James has been working on a surprise for Teddy, but it doesn't go as planned.

Bind by @gallifrey1sburning (Gin/Luna) (T, 2088)

Gin's binder is beginning to affect their career. Pansy's still struggling to figure out how to support her partner through their dysphoria, but she's learning.

The Music of the Stars by @gallifrey1sburning (Draco/Harry) (G, 556)

“It’s almost like music, isn’t it?” Draco looked down to catch Harry’s eye, seemingly unperturbed to find him staring, and Harry wondered if he’d known all along./“What is?”/“All of this. The sea, the wind, the stars.”/Harry laughed. “The stars don’t make noise, you weirdo.”/“They do,” Draco argued. “You just have to know how to listen.”

Beneath the Wisteria by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion (Draco & Scorpius, Albus Severus/Scorpius) (G, 2589)

Scorpius likes the wisteria best of all. He likes the pretty colours and the way the petals fall like rain, and he likes when Draco lifts him up to push his small fingers through the heaps of flowers. It’s Draco’s favourite too, so he sits with Scorpius by the pond often, under the full, soft petals, and watches Scorpius scoop at the water with a conjured green fishing net. He uses his magic to make the petals fall close to Scorpius, and they kiss the water and unfurl inches from him, until they’re scooped up by the net and placed in a pile on the grass./Scorpius laughs each time he catches one, patting his chubby legs with glee./It makes Draco feel warm.

The Darling Curse by @orange-peony (Draco/Harry) (E, 9209)

It was just a slip./Harry didn't mean to call Draco 'love' in front of the other Aurors, especially because they have no idea they're a couple./Well, Harry could always pretend to be cursed and use pet names with everyone./What's the worst that can happen?

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midnightstar-90 · 2 years

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Can we have one where Severus survives the battle of Hogwarts but his daughter (the reader) gets injured and needs him

I’m Sorry

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Dad! Severus Snape x Daughter! Reader

Summary: After believing her father to be dead, Y/N goes to avenge him. What happens when alive?

Warnings: Mentions of character death, maybe just a little cursing.

A/N: It's springtime, so you know what that means. Finals! This took too long to write. I rewrote this 3 times. I changed the plot 3 times! I really hope y'all like this. I wanted to get it out by the end of the night.

“Y/N Snape!” Professor McGonagall yelled out.

My 11-year-old self stood tense, too nervous to move. I was surrounded by my future classmates. We all wore plain black robes, while the older kids sat at their House’s assigned tables, wearing their assigned house robes. I’ve sat through many Sorting Ceremonies, so why was I so nervous?

I look up towards my father. He wears a stern look on his face, but it’s directed towards someone else. I follow his sight to find Harry Potter seated with his fellow Gryffindors. I look the boy up and down, analyzing him. I knew very little about the scar headed boy, but I knew my father had some not-so-great things to say about his father.

I felt someone behind me give me a push. I look back behind me to see ‘Pugface’ Parkinson giving me a mean glare. “Go!” She said, waving me off like a peasant. I sent a glare back toward her as I slowly approached the chair with the Sorting Hat next to it. My 11-year-old self was met with Professor McGonagall holding the Sorting Hat in her hand. She gave me a slight nod, motioning for me to have a seat. I do as instructed and try to relax as the old hat is placed upon my head.

I can feel my father’s stare from the back of my head. Every student was turned to see which house the daughter of the “cruelest” teacher would receive.

“Hmmm. This is very difficult. Loyal to your father and many others like a true Hufflepuff. You hold much bravery like a Gryffindor. And you're smart and wise like a Ravenclaw. But I think that’s what makes you so clever and resourceful like a Slytherin. So, how about…”

Even though I knew which house I would receive, there was still a small part of me that was scared of getting a different house. I turned toward my father. He had shifted his face towards me. He looked at me like he was studying me. When I heard “Slytherin!” I was up on my toes. I smiled wide and hopped towards my seat at the Slytherin table next to Draco. My eyes shift back towards my father to see a slight smirk and a wink. I felt Draco pull me into a tight hug.

My entrance into Slytherin was amazing and one of the best days of my life. I was accepted by everyone in the house, and it wasn't because of my dad. Slytherins protected each other. Everyone could be what they wanted around each other, and they wouldn't be judged. At least, that was until Voldemort came back during my fourth year, and all Slytherins would be categorized as Death Eaters by all the other houses.

During my 5th year, Draco and I were recruited as Death Eaters. My father fought hard for me to keep my innocence, but his "loyalty" to the Dark Lord wasn't enough to save me or Draco. My father saw the fear in both of us, so he made an unbreakable vow to keep both of us safe during our mission, ordered by Voldemort.

The next year, the wizarding world would become a depressing place to live in. People are tortured by Voldemort's followers. Parents are scared to send their children to Hogwarts. Children, Forced away from their homes, as debt owed to the Dark Lord by their parents. The circumstances only got worse as the war progressed.

Now, the Battle of Hogwarts had begun, and I was all alone. I looked all over Hogwarts for my father. He had left me at home, to keep me safe, but I couldn't stand the idea of something bad happening to my father. I checked his classroom, Filch’s office, the Slytherin common room, anywhere I thought my father would be. My last stop was the Great Hall. The giant room was cleared of the enchanted ceiling and the mesmerizing furniture, and what had once been a place where everyone could be themselves and live out their wildest dreams, was now full of pain and death.

Students, parents, and teachers stood over loved ones, sobbing their hearts out. Children and Teenagers lay motionless on mats. Medical help from St. Mungo’s Hospital ran from cot to cot, mat to mat, trying to help and save the soldiers and survivors of the war. Soldiers of the war entered the room critically injured. Some were pale, and the only color that showed was the blood oozing out of their body.

All I saw were dead, injured, and grieving people. But I didn’t see my father anywhere.

“Y/N!” A familiar scar headed boy was running up to me with his friends following closely. Harry wore a look of concern, sadness, and guilt. I turned towards the boy, hoping he knew the whereabouts of my father, but his face worried me.

"Potter, whatever it is, it's gonna have to wait. Unless you know where my father is," I said hopefully. When they didn't speak, I shook them off and turned before walking away.

Harry ran in front of me, stopping my motions. “Y/N, that's what I wanted to talk to you about,” he was breathing heavily like he had just run a marathon without stopping. “Well, spit it out! Where is he?” My mind was running in circles, repeating the same phrase over and over. Please be okay. Please be okay. Please Be Okay. But the more I stared into Harry and his friend's eyes, the phrase started to change. Please Don't Be Dead. Please Don't Be Dead. Please. Don’t. Be DEAD.

“Ron, Hermione, and I followed your father to the boat house out by the docks,” Harry said, starting to sound less out of breath, but sadder. My eyes filled with tears at the scenarios that were running through my head. “He was with Voldemort. Your father gave Voldemort Dumbledore's wand, the Elder Wand. Voldemort then said that there was only one way to truly own the Elder Wand. Voldemort sent Nagini to attack him. She-she continued to attack him until his last breath… I am so sorry, Y/N," Harry explained. I felt my body become unable to stand. Harry leaned forward and quickly grabbed me before my body hit the floor. I felt like I had lost the ability to breathe. Harry rubbed my back smoothly, repeating the phrases, “I’m sorry” and “you don’t deserve this”.

It felt strange to be comforted by the boy I and all the other Slytherins would bully. We all knew that there would be a day when the title of "the chosen one" would actually be something. That one day, Voldemort would rise once again, and Harry would have to prove himself worthy of the title. But that didn't matter to us at the time. And now, here I was crying my eyes out in his arms.

I heard loud sobs coming from my left. I turned to see a group of redheads standing in a circle. A pair of legs could be seen from between the group's legs. “Ron, you too?” I asked through my tears.

“Yeah, my brother, Fred,” he looked down to not show the tears in his eyes. He must have really loved his brother. Maybe not as much as I did my dad, but he still cared for his brother. It crushed him to even look in that direction. “You should go while you have people to share your pain with, because trust me, going through it alone is terrible,” I said, giving Ron a sad smile. He reflected my smile and started over toward his family.

“Here. Your father said to give this to you,” Harry spoke, bringing my attention away from the Weasleys and onto him. I held my hand out, and he placed a vial of clear liquid. “The Pensieve in McGonagall’s office will be useful.” I immediately knew what the clear liquid was. My father’s tears.

“Now, I have to end this,” Harry said, turning to leave the Great Hall. I grabbed Harry’s arm, before he could leave, and turned him back towards me, “I’m coming with you.” He could tell that I was serious and that I wasn’t joking. And I wasn't I was willing to risk my life to avenge my father, and Harry knew that. “It’s not safe,” Harry argued. “He killed my father-” “And thousands of others, but only I can defeat him, and I can’t do that if I’m trying to keep you safe,” Harry cut me off. I was silent, allowing him to walk off.

My vision was filled with red. What Harry had told me about my father being dead continued to run through my head. The image of Nagini tearing through my father's flesh was hard to not think about.

I felt a dark presence run through my body as I slowly lifted my head, taking in my surroundings. Before anyone can notice, I left the Great Hall, following Harry out, and started on my quest to avenge my father.

Severus's POV

I laid still, remaining in the same position I laid in for the past 20 minutes. The pain seared through my body as I felt the blood ooze out of my body. It was surprising that I lasted this long. I groaned as I slowly moved to my side, pulling the wand from my side pocket.

"Vulnera Sanentur," I mumbled, trying my best to do the right wand movements. My wand hovered over my body as I felt some of the wounds healing on my body.

It took me a minute to get up. Just because my body was being healed, didn't mean that it didn't hurt. I held my side limping to the door of the boathouse. I opened the door, leaving the wooden building. I looked up at the sky to see a very cloudy day, luckily, no dark mark in the sky.

That’s when I felt a sting in my arm. I rolled up my sleeve slowly, still feeling the pain from the bites. I rolled up my sleeve to see the very mark that I had just wished wouldn’t appear in the sky. The snake on my arm started moving, causing my arm to burn. This could only mean that the Dark Lord was calling his Death Eaters. I gasped remembering I wasn’t the only Snape with the mark on their arm.

I tried to run towards the castle, knowing that my warning for my daughter to stay home and safe wouldn’t be carried out. But my efforts to save my daughter were stopped by another searing pain running through my body. I fell to the forest floor, groaning in pain.

There was only one thing I could do at this moment, and that was to call for help. I took my wand once more, and I pointed it up towards the sky. “Periculum!” I told my wand. A red light shot up into the sky. And I laid there on the ground, hoping someone would notice and would come to help me.

Y/N’s POV

I knew Harry would leave me so he could fight Voldemort, so I followed him into the woods. He stopped in a clearing and pulled out a golden snitch. From my line of sight, all that I could see was Harry pulling the tiny ball-like object to his face. He slowly pulled it away, and an object that I couldn’t recognize from where I was standing emerged from it.

I saw a small light hit my face, and I looked away from Harry to see a woman with Harry’s eyes, and a man with many of Harry’s facial features watching him. I could only guess that they were his parents. Professor Lupin and Sirius Black stood next to the couple. From my recollection of my father’s stories, the woman who had to have been Lily Potter, held her hand out for her son. Harry quickly walked towards her and tried to grab her hand. He was disappointed when his hand went right through hers. He instead looked at her in despair.

Harry held a short conversation with his family. But the conversation ended when Lily pointed in my direction, “Curious, just like her father, I see.”

Remus followed her line of sight, “Indeed, she is. But she is much braver than her father at her age. Doesn’t take anything from anyone. One of my brightest students.”

Harry turned, looking me right in the eyes. My eyes went big, and I ran. I ran away, not listening to the sounds of Harry calling my name. He knew what I was doing, and he wouldn’t continue on his mission if he knew I was following him. So, I ran farther into the woods.

A bright red light lit up the sky. I noticed the red light as an effect of the periculum spell. Someone’s alive, and they need help. I felt my arm start to sting. I looked down, seeing the snake move.

This was it. I could finally get the chance to kill the dark lord. But the person that needs help. I looked between where the red glow was and the scar on my hand. And after careful consideration, I decided to save the person first.

So, I ran as quick as I could towards where the light once was. I stopped on a hill, seeing the one person I had never thought I would see again. “Father!” I yelled, running towards him.

I help him up, holding him up with his arm around my shoulder. We slowly make our way to Hogwarts.

I gasp in pain as the mark burns more. “Y/N, are you okay?” my father asked, concerned.

“Yeah, it’s just the mark. I should be asking you that. Harry said you were dead,” I said.

“I thought I was too, but somehow I survived.”

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We made it to Hogwarts, and everyone was standing outside. The good guys stood with their backs facing Hogwarts, while the Death Eaters stood opposite them. I looked through the crowd of people near Hogwarts, and I notice everyone in my year, along with some older students and teachers. I even saw Draco sadly watching the group of Death Eaters crowd around us.

I was still holding my father up when I saw Voldemort and Nagini. I felt an anger rise in my chest. My arms were tense and my face was as red as a cherry. My father noticed, causing him to squeeze my hand in reassurance. “Don’t do anything you’ll regret later,” he told me. I take my father’s warning to heart and decide to stand there and watch the noseless man.

“Harry Potter is dead,” Voldemort started. For the second time today, I felt the oxygen leave my body. I looked down in guilt. I couldn’t help but wonder if I didn’t run, would Harry still be alive. If I wasn’t a coward, would we be standing here, listening to this man? Or would I have suffered the same fate as Harry? If I stayed, would I have gotten a second chance with my father?

Ginny ran towards the snake-like man, in tears. She screamed, as she ran towards him, but was pulled back by her father. “Silence,” Voldemort yelled, throwing a spell at the girl, as a warning.

“Stupid girl,” He started. “Harry Potter is dead, and from this day forth, you will put your faith in me.”

Voldemort turned away from the students and professors and turned toward his followers. “Harry Potter is dead,” he yelled once more, much louder than the first. The Death Eaters laughed manically. Voldemort joined in, spreading his arms and saying, “and now is the time to declare yourself.” Nobody moved. They only watched with tears in their eyes. “Come over and join us or die.” Everyone stayed quiet.

“Draco,” Lucius called out for his son. My father and I’s attention was turned towards the platinum white-haired boy. Draco looked over at me with a glint of sadness. I slowly shook my head, but his attention was moved when his mother called out his name. Draco looked around. I felt a tear drop down my cheek as Draco reluctantly moved toward his parents.

“Draco!” I yelled out, bringing everyone’s attention to me.

Voldemort looked at me with a disgusting smile. “Ah, Y/N Snape-” He was going to continue, but then he noticed who I was helping up. “I thought I killed you,” Voldemort said through his teeth.

“It’s gonna take a lot more than some snake bites if you want to kill the half-blood prince,” my father said confidently. I looked up at him with admiration.

“Well, it seems like I didn’t have to kill you anyway. The wand did its job, and-”

Harry’s lifeless body was now full of life as he sprung from Hagrid’s arms. He stood up and pulled his wand out, “Confringo!” The spell bounced off of the snake, making her angry. The snake angrily chases Harry as he runs through the courtyard.

While Nagini chases Harry, Voldemort turns towards my father and I. “It seems I was wrong about being wrong. You're holding me back and it’s time to pay. “Avada Kedavra,” he yells out. A green light shoots from his wand and towards us. Quickly, I yell out, “Protego!” I deflected the cure but that only made the dark lord more upset.

“Oh child, when will you learn that you can’t stop me? Crucio,” he yells out once more. Before I know it, pain rushes through my body. I let out an ear-curdling scream, and fall down. And that was when all hell broke loose. My father used all his strength to lift me up, and moved me away from the fight. I release one last breath before passing out in my father’s arms.

My eyes blink open to see a blurry grey ceiling, along with a glimpse of black. When my vision appears clear, I am able to see my father standing and watching over me. He just sat there, watching me. No emotion rode over his face, but I knew he was relieved.

“You were lucky to have survived. Voldemort was going easy on you,” he simply spoke.

“Is it over?” I asked.

“Yes, it has been for over a day. It seems that Mr. Potter has shown great Bravery, facing Voldemort with the Elder Wand.”

“But, Voldemort would have been powerless, because you were still alive.”

“Whether or not I lived or died, he still would have lost.”

“Why?”

“When will you learn, child, that I love you. And I would never do something to intentionally hurt you. The Elder wand received a new owner when Dumbledore was first disarmed. Not when he was killed,” My father explained.

“Draco,” I said, holding out the “o” in realization to his point. My father nodded.

“Are you okay? You were attacked by a giant snake,” I asked in concern.

“I am fine, but you on the other hand. I could have lost you. Don’t ever do something like that again,” He said sternly.”That fight was between Voldemort and I. Don’t ever insert yourself in something that dangerous ever again.”

I chuckled and said, “I can’t promise that.” I give my father a knowing look. He looks at me sternly, but his scorned look soon reveals itself as a knowing smirk. I smile big at the interaction.

“Come here,” my father says, pulling me into a hug. The was a slight pain from the circumstances, but the love for my father withdrew the pain. I gave a tight squeeze before moving towards his ear, “so, if you’re the half-blood prince, then who am I?” He chuckles and responds with, “You are my fierce, stubborn princess, who has deemed herself worthy to learn from the Half-Blood Prince.” I laugh, enjoying the good times I have with my father before it’s over. Because I knew that as soon as the war started, my life was going to get 10 times harder.

Taglist: @siriusstwelveyears @alexxavicry @kaitieskidmore1

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phantomgrimalkin · 2 months

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It was three am when Harry got a slightly panicked, exhilarated mirror call from Sirius letting him know that Tonks was in labor. Andromeda, thankfully, was there and took the mirror, calmly informing Harry all was well, first labors often took a very long time, and he didn’t need to do anything and feel free to get back to sleep.

When he woke up properly, he was not entirely sure if that had been a dream or not. He called through the mirror after he got dressed and Remus updated him that Tonks was apparently still in early labor - whatever that meant - doing well, and Remus apologized for Sirius’s enthusiastic wake up call.

“No, it’s nice - I’m glad I know,” Harry said with a lopsided smile, “Good luck? I guess? I don’t know what to say in this situation?”

“Neither do I,” Remus said with a soft laugh, “Enjoy your classes.”

Harry mentioned this over breakfast, not sure how important it was, and his housemates seemed to find it far more interesting than he’d expected. Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil squealed and demanded information and pictures. Ron kept glancing nervously at Hermione, as if hearing about someone being in labor would make his girlfriend suddenly start demanding babies. Hermione and Ginny were talking conspiratorially about how baby crazy Molly could be and whether this was going to make her increase the pressure on Bill and Fleur to give her grandchildren immediately after their wedding.

“How are you doing with it?” Parvati asked, “You’re basically going to have a little brother now, right?”

“Oh, er, no,” Harry said awkwardly, “I mean, they aren’t my parents.”

Hermione and Ron exchanged a look when he said that, and he vaguely wished the floor would open up underneath him, but fortunately the bell for class rang and the concerns got swallowed up in the ruckus of students making their way through the hallways.

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#remus lupin #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #sirius black #wolfstar #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #drarry #draco x harry #draco malfoy #hermione granger #ron x hermione #ronald weasley #ron weasley #teddy lupin #nymphadora tonks #tonks

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loislame84 · 2 years

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Teddy: Aunt Bella? I need some life advice.

Bella: *polishing her dagger collection and drinking a large glass of fire whiskey.* you’re in luck, kid. You came to the right person for all your life advice needs.

#bellatrix black #bellatrix lestrange #bellamione #bellatrix x hermione #bellatrixblacklestrange #teddy lupin #incorrect black family quotes #the black family

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vi-maxwell-blog · 2 years

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Just 1 hr before the pride month is over...but I didn't forgot.... HAPPY PRIDE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!!!

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sarahemaginnis · 7 months

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Professor Hermione Granger, Wizarding World-renowned researcher and Healer, and her research assistant, Edana “Teddy” Remus Lupin, are on a mission to find the Tree of Life—a discovery that will change the future of medicine for both muggles and wizards alike. Unfortunately for Hermione and Teddy, they’ll have to face more than just dangerous obstacles and deadly environments in their search: an American-led team of wizards is after the Tree, too. Headed by the enigmatic and charming pharmaceutical CEO Dr. Elias Ravenwood and backed by Potions Master and general toff Draco Malfoy, the American team is determined to be the first to reach, and ultimately control, this ancient source of magic.

This is the Hermione that locked Rita Skeeter in a jar. Slow burn.

The first 9 chapters are available to read now, on ao3.

#fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #dramione #hermione x draco #dramione fanfiction #draco x hermione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #teddy lupin #harry potter

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nmvord · 2 years

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Harry Potter meets SPY X Family!

Teddy notices a pink-haired girl and immediately asks Harry and Hermione to let him play with her. (Finally, someone with fun hair colors like his!)

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restandbloom · 1 year

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🌿“the absence of chaos” Coming: 2 May 2023 🌿

a post-war, canon-divergent fic following harry & ginny immediately after the battle of hogwarts.

spoiler: harry & ginny aren’t a thing yet in this au, so hold onto your bittersweet-longing pants, it’s gonna be an emotional ride.

summary:

he’s seventeen and the most unbelievable weight has just been lifted off his shoulders. his job is done, it ended in depths of a dark forest beside the ghosts of the people he loved most and somehow he’s still here and has to figure out how to be here.

he’s seventeen and trying to figure out how to get out of bed everyday. how to find the courage to fight the nightmares that still leave him breathless and to raise the little boy whose hair is still bubblegum pink. how to tell the girl that’s become one of his best friends that he’s in love with her.

he’s seventeen and just wants to live. to stay up all night to laugh beneath the stars instead of be chased beneath them. to figure out who he wants to be and what he’s supposed to do with this life.

and while at some point many years from now - all would be well - he can’t see that just yet. he can’t see that beyond the chaos a garden will grow and that while of all of their joy may be intertwined with sorrow. that there is hope, that there always was - and always will be.

🌿 sneak peak of chaos 🌿

11 August 1998

“Every morning at daybreak he came back and ripped up weeds. These tough angry, thorny plants that had long ago taken over the garden beds and choked out the lovely things that once grew in their place. He sweat and he bled and he began looking forward to it. He wasn’t digging graves anymore and the smell of earth on his hands no longer made him feel like he couldn’t breathe. He was digging gardens and for such a simple, ordinary thing it helped and the fact that it helped gave him hope.

Hope still felt unpredictable. Sometimes it felt so bright, so close. Like when Teddy sleeps peacefully in his arms or when he wakes from a night without the dreams that leave him breathless and terrified. And other times, when the sound of the blade brings him back to the sea or when the soil clings to bitter memories on the back of his hand and his throat aches and he just wants to fucking scream, it’s all he can do to breath. “You can’t keep it in,” Andromeda said, “It’s okay to scream.” So sometimes he does, turns his wand on himself and it’s silent. Just a man pounding his fist into the dirt, with hot tears pouring down his face and it helps. And then he keeps digging. He breathes through the pain and rage and guilt and focuses on the fact that while there’s somethings he can’t fix, there are some he can and vows that he will.”

🌿 can’t wait to post the first chapters!! excited/nervous af to share this story with you all. this is my first fic and really the first bit of fiction I’ve written in like fifteen years. i’ve been working on it since last summer and it’s honestly been the most fun I’ve had since I was a kid. see ya on ao3 soon!

🌿 username on ao3: inmygarden

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elliebyrrdwrites · 12 days

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The Heist pt. 6

You can read it from the beginning, here.

A New Addition

Draco, along with the three other wizards in the room, froze as a swath of red hair preceded the voice of Ginny Weasley. As she entered Draco’s study behind her husband.

“Hello, boys.”

“I thought I said I drew the line at Weasley!” Theo practically bellowed.

Draco quirked a brow at him. “I thought you had been referring to her brother.”

“I was, but you get one and you end up with the lot of them!”

“That’s not a thing. Besides, she’s a Potter.” Harry protested on behalf of his wife who huffed out a laugh.

“It’s sort of a thing.” Ginny Weasley swayed into the room like she owned it. Draco recalled her being rather confident, in comparison to her older brother. But this was a woman who not only exuded confidence, but looked utterly un-phased by Theo's ranting.

“What are you doing here, Aunt Ginny?” Teddy, who looked rather nervous, asked as he slid the guards lanyard behind his back.

Ginny strode over to the couch and set herself down, propping her feet upon the coffee table and announced, “I want in.”

Draco, of course, grinned broadly at her husband. But Theo managed to choke on his saliva as he struggled and failed to dignify the witch with a response.

“She figured out that I was up to something.”

“How?” Seamus asked as he fist bumped Ginny before setting himself across from her on one of the arm chairs.

“Well, first off all, Hermione dropped by the other day and insisted she speak to him in private. I always know that whenever she can’t speak to him in front of me, it has to do with naughty wizards.” She sucked through her teeth. “Secondly, I found Ron covering for him at work.”

“Weasley is covering for you?” Seamus raised a brow.

“Yeah,” Harry shrugged. “Who else can I trust to cover for me?”

“Not Weasley!” Theo growled.

“Ron wont give me away, Nott. Calm down. He knows about mine and Grangers schemes to get the some of the human traffickers caught.”

“Don’t you play Quidditch?” Draco asked, as he searched his drawers for something to munch on.

“Not anymore.” She drawled. “I work with Fred at the Joke Shop.”

“Oh, just what we needed. How fruitful your experience is to us. How useful you will be—”

“Exactly.” Ginny cut him off, casually and completely ignoring his sarcasm. “I’m glad you see it my way. Besides,” She sighed. “I’m bored.”

“Bored?!”

Draco shrugged, because well, he could relate. He had tried to retire from this life and worked part time for the Ministry as an auditor. But, half the time, he felt like stuffing his head into a carousel, just so he could have something more entertaining to do.

Theo opened his mouth to protest but paused and looked over at Harry. “Where is Granger?”

He shrugged and slid onto the couch beside his wife, who promptly moved her feet to his lap, instead. “I thought she was with you lot.”

“She was.” Theo squinted his eyes, briefly, then shook his head. As if to dispel his mind of any ill thoughts.

“Ginny,” Draco began. “You can help Potter set up a meeting with Astoria Greengrass.”

“Alright.” She didn’t ask anything except for, “Under what pretext?”

“To discuss the ongoing work of incorporating the normalcy of Muggle ways into the Wizarding world. Such as,” He gestured toward the two of them. “Cell phones.”

“Speaking of which. We should probably get some.” Harry tossed in. “Burner phones, anyway.”

“Why would we want to burn phones?” Theo scoffed.

“I’ve burned phones before. They sort of explode with enough heat applied.” Seamus nodded enthusiastically.

“Not —” Harry pinched his brow and sighed. “Nevermind. Just ask Hermione, will you?”

Draco agreed with Harry. Cell phones, though he had not much experience with them, seemed terribly convenient.

“If you had to guess,” Theo mused. “Where would you say Granger is?” He glanced at the old grandfather clock Draco had acquired from an antique shop many, many jobs ago.

“Probably doing something sneaky.” Ginny snorted and Harry chuckled. Theo frowned deeply as he played with an hour glass on Draco’s shelves.

Draco was on the verge of asking Ginny a question about the meeting when the aroma of garlic and onion began to waft through the door.

Just before Granger rounded the corner and held up two bags of Chinese take out.

Draco nearly groaned at the sight of it and the smells. Instead, he grinned broadly at her as she smirked across the room at him.

“Just lovely.” Draco directed at Theo who scowled at him.

“Where have you been?” Theo rounded on the witch who frowned up at him as she handed him a bag.

She took her wand from her pocket and quickly transfigured an old wooden cigar box into a dining table, and then added several chairs transfigured out of random items from Draco’s study, such as pens and decorative rocks.

“Hi, Gin!” Granger greeted her friend with absolutely no surprise at finding her presence.

“Hey ‘Mione!” Ginny called from her spot on the couch.

“I got Dinner, Theo.” Granger said to him.

He settled into a chair and frowned at her, clearly disbelieving her.

“Well,” She sighed and gestured to the seat at the head of the table for Draco before settling into one directly across from Theo. “I did make one extra stop.”

“Oh, did you?” Theo leaned back in his chair and watched as she unpacked takeout container after takeout container.

“I did.” She looked rather pleased with herself, causing Draco to smile at her as her twinkling eyes met his.

“And?”

“Well,” She bit her lower lip and reached into that little charmed purse of hers.

When she withdrew her hand, she held up a long, slender piece of ivory.

“Is that walrus ivory?” Draco asked, impressed.

“It is!” She handed it to him as he settled at the table.

Harry, Seamus, Teddy and Ginny all joined and began to pick through the food.

“You want to make a replica.” Draco murmured, nodding as he turned the piece over.

“I do.” She grabbed a pair of chopsticks and tucked into a box of chow mien.

“And where did you happen to come up on a tusk of a walrus?”

Granger shrugged and took a bite of noodles. “I stopped by Cormac’s.”

Theo made a gagging noise while Harry and Ginny cringed.

“I knew it.”

“McLaggen?” Seamus’ nose crinkled in disgust.

“Yes, he owed me a favor.”

Draco decided that while it was amusing to watch the lot of them degrade McLaggen, he didn’t appreciate the flustered look on Granger’s face as she tried to avoid all of the disapproving looks from her friends.

“I found out whose blood was used for the ward on The Wand,” Draco broke into the tension as he pinched a piece of salt and pepper chicken.

“You did?” Granger’s discomfort immediately vanished. “Who?”

“Astoria Greengrass.”

Theo choked on his noodles and Granger glanced at him before tilting her head. “How odd. How did you find out?”

“Well,” He poked around the paper container a bit before setting it down. “I saw her at the museum talking with the curator and after a bit of research I found that she is, indeed, the one who donated the item from a personal collection of art she has been building over the years.”

“Oh, well, how do we get some of her blood?”

“That’s where the meeting with the Potters comes in.” He nodded to the couple who nodded in agreement.

“Okay.” Granger’s mouth pulled to one side. Her little forehead furrowed as she thought about it. “How is Harry and Ginny supposed to get her to give them blood.”

“Why don’t you meet with her?” Theo asked to which Draco chuckled at.

“You know Tori hates me.”

“Yes, but, when she inevitably slaps you and cuts herself on your rings as you lift a hand in defense, then we can get some of her blood. Deal done.”

“Why does Astoria Greenhouse hate you so much?” Granger leaned her elbows onto the table, eager eyes taking in the exchange between him and Theo.

“Because he left her at the alter.”

Ginny and Granger gasped, affronted. Granger leaned back in her seat and gaped at him.

“Why?” She finally asked.

Draco swiped the chow mien from where she had placed it and took a bite. When he swallowed, he frowned at her and shrugged.

“Oh, I think I remember that, now!” Ginny nodded emphatically. “Of course, I don’t remember any article saying that you ditched out on her.” She grimaced while simultaneously piercing Draco with a disapproving look.

“It doesn’t matter.” Granger shook her head, as if sensing the same discomfort in him as she felt when interrogated about McLaggen. “What matters is that Draco cannot be the one to get her blood, so it’ll have to be you two.”

Theo nodded. “And it’ll have to be creative.”

Teddy raised a hand, lazily as he reached over for an eggroll. “How does one get blood, creatively?”

Everyone around the table fell quiet as they ate.

“We could stab-” Seamus began.

“No.” Ginny cut him off.

“We could stupefy her.” Teddy shrugged. “Take her blood then obliviate her.”

Draco robbed at his jaw with a chuckle.

“Or,” Granger’s eyes were moving back and forth, looking between everyone around the table and doing some sort of mental calculation in her head.

“We could ask her.”

Theo laughed once. “Why didn’t we think of that, already?”

But Granger shook her head, undeterred. “She’s interested in the Muggles in some way, is she not? I mean, she’s donated a a piece of history to a muggle museum.”

Draco nodded. “She did. She has pushed her family to accept and embrace Muggles and things like Science and Art.”

Granger’s eyes lit up. “Exactly!”

“What are you saying?” Theo leaned forward, pressing his own elbows into the table.

“We could have Ginny and Harry pretend to be involved in some sort of Muggle foundation meant to study the link between the two. We can also tell her that it is meant to help the Wizarding world advance in Magic and Science, save lives or some rubbish like that.”

“Okay,” Harry nodded. “But in the Muggle world, there are specialist that take blood. We’re not Phlebotomists.”

She nodded. “A few of us can act like members of the foundation.”

“So we need to arrange a meeting with her to discuss it, first.” Ginny held up her chopsticks.

“Tomorrow.” Draco nodded.

“We’ll need Polyjuice potion.”

Draco nodded to Theo. “That’s not a problem. We have plenty.”

Granger leaned back in her seat. “This foundation needs to look real.”

Draco nodded and began to dig into his Salt and Pepper chicken with a renewed enthusiasm. “It will be real.” He smiled at her as he chewed.

“You mean Zabini?”

He nodded and Theo chuckled. “Zabini is going to help us screw over Greengrass. This is going to be interesting.”

“It’s going to be brilliant.” Teddy whooped and tossed an eggroll into his mouth. “Please tell me that I get to go.”

Harry and Ginny began to protest but it was Draco who appraised the kid and nodded. “What else can you morph into?”

“I could morph into a dog if it meant you’d let me play a bigger role.”

Draco laughed and glanced over at Granger who looked slightly concerned for the kid. Then at Theo who was grinning broadly at Teddy Lupin.

“This can work.” Theo nodded before settling his excited stare onto Draco.

Both men looked to Granger and watched as she fought the twitch of her lips, the fight against the smile that pushed to be seen once they settled their own onto her.

She sighed. “We’re going to need books on Phlebotomy, Teddy.” She glanced over at Draco’s clock. “The library should be open for another hour. We can make it if we hurry, now.”

Draco nodded, appreciatively, and winked at Granger.

He wasn’t sure if a slight blush had crept into her cheeks, or if it was a trick of the lighting.

"Oh," Theo perked up, suddenly recalling something. "While you're out, Granger, will you get us some of those burning phones?"

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