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toeing the line | sebastian sallow

BRIEF DISCLAIMER: THIS AUTHOR DOES NOT SUPPORT OR TOLERATE TRANSPHOBIA OR DISCRIMINATION OF ANY KIND

Summary: a game of cat and mouse sequel | You may have lost the battle, but you’re determined not to lose the war. Just moments after you’d met him, you already felt close to him, like he was someone you could deeply trust. Even when a troll comes to Hogsmeade, or when Rookwood seeks you out, he always stands by your side, toeing the line between friends and something more.

Word Count: 3,706 words

Author’s Note: just a very light-hearted dabble into some Sebastian cuteness, warning it is unedited bc I spilled juice on my usual computer. OOps lol edit 1hr after posting: hi guys I appreciate all the love you’ve shown me so so much throughout all my fics--I will be more active today bc I will not be going to work. I hit someone with my car and now I am emotionally traumatized. Pls enjoy

Content Warnings: fluff, brief fight but nothing too graphic or magically violent :)

a game of cat and mouse

Sebastian’s heavy hand on your shoulder and warm breath on your ear still burned with his absence, and for every second you spent actually thinking about getting your supplies, or your classes, or precisely anything else, you spent 3 more seconds thinking about Sebastian’s voice, or your duel, or his wit that you felt you would never catch up to.

You felt--quite constantly, in fact--that you and Sebastian were competing for an unknown prize, continuously attempting to best the other in this war that conspicuously looked to everyone else like shameless flirting. The worst part that he was so talented at this sort of game, always managing to play the one card that caught you off-guard but never crossed the line into being too forward, too obvious that it showed you his hand.

After browsing only the necessary stores to complete Weasley’s shopping list, you practically booked it to the square near Honeyduke’s and the Wizardwear store, the meeting place Sebastian had designated. It was bustling, many people gathered around tables or sauntering between shops, enjoying the blue skies and the warm sun that warmed the skin of your cheeks.

A large smile broke out on your face as soon as you spotted Sebastian across the cobblestone square, leaned casually against the large tree with his legs crossed at the ankles. He seemed to be briefly skimming one of the potions textbooks, occupying his time while he waited patiently for you to come back home to him.

There was something so enchanting about that moment, you being able to watch him from afar. He looked so content, peaceful in his mind that was able to lay dormant briefly, not needing to work overtime to calculate just when to brush his hand against your knuckles or conjure a witty remark to stun you with. He was just naturally stunning, without ever needing to try.

At this point in the day, just the first day of knowing him, you’d already grown accustomed to the butterflies that awakened every time he was within 50 feet of you. You jogged lightly over to him, and as soon as your footsteps were within hearing distance, he looked up, as if he could sense your presence. When you came to a stop in front of him, he smiled so radiantly that you had forgotten the greeting you’d rehearsed on the way.

“I’ve finished my rather extensive shopping list,” you landed on instead, almost frowning at how you couldn’t immediately come back from the last interaction swinging. You held your wand up, proud of your immediate connection to what felt like the most stunning wand you’d ever seen.

He could sense your satisfaction, smiling, “Excellent.” The word just rolled off his tongue so simply, but for some ungodly reason, you felt your heart swell.

You didn’t bother allowing yourself the time to get flustered at his brief praise, and instead tried to show interest in him, too. “Did you get what you needed for your sister?”

You’d hoped that this would open a new avenue of conversation, but he didn’t open up more than he needed to. “I did,” he nodded. “I suppose the world is our oyster now,” and you held your breath as a smirk crawled up his face, “let’s see what mischief we can get up to.”

Sebastian saw you briefly glance over to Honeyduke’s. “Perhaps I can treat you to some desserts like I’d promised on the way over,” and there is a question, a near undetectable longing hidden by your smile, but it didn’t matter, because it was present in your eyes, too.

His smirk grew into an endearing smile, “Only if you promise to let me treat you to butterbeers at the Three Broomsticks afterwards.”

“I’ll keep it under consideration,” you pursed your lips, dangling the small burlap bag of galleons you found on the trail over between your pointer and thumb. “But I’m afraid one of us has a knack for treasure hunting and happens to be a few galleons richer.”

Sebastian shook his head, seemingly defeated, “I’m afraid your ‘knack for treasure hunting’ has very little to do with my proposal.” There was that twinkle in his eyes, and you knew that he had something prepared, as he always does. “Don’t you know that the gentleman always pays on the first date?”

You worked hard to contain your fumbling, internally swearing at him because somehow he always just has one comment locked and ready to fire. It was so difficult to try and play a game of charm and wit because he truly was the master.

All you could do was scoff, hoping that when you opened your mouth again, the most brilliant retort would fall out on it’s own. Before a word could fall out of your mouth, though, the ground began to rumble, loud thumps coming from behind the quaint village and exponentially rising in volume. As the thumps grew larger and larger, harsh sounds of crashes, breaking wood, and screams joined into the mix.

Out of seemingly nowhere, a fighter troll clad in armor glowing similarly to the dragon’s collar or Ranrok’s magic ran into the village, smashing stalls under it’s feet before launching into the air and smacking it’s large club into the ground before the pedestrians.

It didn’t matter to Sebastian that you had beaten him so swiftly and brutally in the earlier Defense Against the Dark Arts class--the single event that had him watching your every move with a close eye; Sebastian was not thinking logically when he put his arm out in front of you, fingers grasping onto your ropes as he shuffled to block your body with his. He acted solely on instinct, his need to protect overwhelming every sense and clouding every thought.

You peeked out from behind his shoulder as he slowly pulled his wand out, and you did the same, watching the troll’s line of sight slowly change from the adult villagers to you and Sebastian. The screams slowly got more distant as most of the villagers who were too scared to fight the troll ran for the exit, or for any cover at all.

The troll took a second when looking in your direction, as if registering who you were, but as soon as those few seconds were over, your eyes widened as the troll began to charge at the two of you. Sebastian flung at him with his wand, but it was to no avail. Only when one of the aurors of the village cast bombarda right at the troll’s head did it stop, going after the villagers instead of you two.

Sebastian’s grip on your robes loosened, his frame still blocking your body slightly, but he finally let go when he’d felt the area was clear. Precisely at the moment that Sebastian had turned to you, almost blushing as to excuse himself for grabbing onto you and forcing you behind him, a second troll came smashing through a house and now the pair of you were the sole targets, no backup to save you now. It charged at you quickly, but like clockwork, both you and Sebastian ducked and rolled.

There was such a simplicity to duelling with Sebastian, and despite it being your very first fight as a duo rather than opponents, the flow was seamless. The fighting ability and teamwork came naturally, like he was the thunder to your lightning. Sebastian used confringo quite a lot, which you’d noted to ask him to teach you later. You found your new power in some sort of powerful non-verbal magic, only discovering it out of fear and instinct when you saw Sebastian get corned by the troll.

Although Sebastian helped quite a lot, your newfound ability was what ultimately made the troll collapse, having one final box thrown at his head finally knocked the monster to his knees, and as Sebastian caught his breath, he glanced up to watch as you held your wand to your palm, a bright glow gathering before you threw a ball of who-knows-what at the troll. The giant shattered into shards, dissipating into thin air, and when Sebastian looked back at you, he caught a glimpse of a small, triumphant smile on your face.

He felt something churn so deeply in his stomach that he’d wondered what the elves had put in his tart this morning, but it only took seconds for the realization to cross his mind, and he finally realized what it was that made his heart feel full and his cheeks flush--pride.

Aurors and adult villagers all gathered around you amidst the rubble, Sebastian only standing back to watch as you were praised for your bravery. Jealousy was absent from Sebastian, and all his mind was filled with was your sly smile and the memory of his hand tugging on your robes, desperate to protect you without realizing that it was you who would protect him.

As an officer was congratulating you, all that was stuck in Sebastian’s mind was the terrified look on your face when the troll had him cornered, and how without effort or thought you moved to save him, power flowing through you with ease. For you, saving him had no contest in your mind and there was no second-guessing, no hesitation. It was instinct for you, but for Sebastian, having someone care so deeply with no reservations was so foreign that he didn’t register time passing until you were stood in front of him, having repaired all the buildings and broken stalls in the square. You’d also been awarded a new robe that wasn’t marred with scratches and dirt from the battle, which Sebastian recognized fit you incredibly well.

“Sebastian,” his name rolled off your tongue like a prayer, and a smile grew on your face as soon as he met your eyes. “I’d say we earned a butterbeer or two, how about you?”

He sighed dramatically, hoping you’d find humor in it. “It might help me forget that I was almost pulverized by a troll.”

Sebastian was quickly rewarded by a laugh that tumbled out of your mouth, warm and honey-like and after so long of simply being able to smirk, revelling in the satisfaction of you being so unmistakenly smitten by him, he now had to face that you’d called his bluff. There was something deeper between the two of you, and he could feel it when you spoke to him, “Not if I have anything to say about it.”

You grabbed out your small pouch of galleons, begging Sebastian to escort you to buy some chocolate frogs from Honeyduke’s before heading over to the Three Broomsticks. Just as you plopped the package down on the counter, Sebastian wordlessly took out his spare change and set it neatly next to the chocolate frogs. You froze, fingers still reaching into your pouch as you looked to him with furrowed brows.

He grabbed the chocolate frogs off the counter, smiling at you and then at the storeowner, before guiding you away. He opened the door for you and passed you your chocolates, “What’s some spare change in exchange for not getting wacked by a troll club?”

You scoffed, “Are you trying to bribe me, Sallow?”

He shook his head, smirking. “No,” he flung his arm around your shoulder, leaning into your ear once again. “You’re just incredible.” His warmth was engulfing now, and you were so close to the salvation of him really holding you that it started to make you dizzy. You felt ridiculous, childish smile and feverish flush taking over your whole face, and he was so close.

You felt like you were just about to close the distance, wrap your arm around his waist and squeeze enough for your hips to meld together when something in the tone shifted, your stomach dropped and the hairs on the back fo your neck stood up perfectly straight.

You looked around, watching a peculiar looking man wander down into an alley, and then you caught it, a glimpse of Ranrok standing, and he looked rather angry. Sebastian’s arm dropped from you immediately, the two of you seeking cover to eavesdrop, and this time, it was you who stood in front, and Sebastian’s heart fluttered at your innate need to protect him.

Your heart constricted, Sebastian’s confusion over the situation palpable behind you. Ranrok had sent the trolls to Hogsmeade in an attempt to get to you, underestimating your abilities by far. Sebastian felt even more intrigued by you than before, his eyes watching the side of your face closely as he tried to gauge your reaction.

You made brief eye contact with Ranrok, and you were so startled by the look in his eyes that you immediately grabbed Sebastian by the sleeve of his robe, only bothering to whisper a hurried “We should go,” before tugging him away and into the more populated street.

“Did they see us?” Sebastian questsioned worriedly, eyes scanning all around the street, your fingers dropping from his robe as you tried to hasten your pace, deciding it would be best for the two of you to hide out in the Three Broomsticks. “What was that goblin doing with Victor Rookwood?”

You mumbled something about a goblin named Ranrok and a rebellion, but Sebastian was barely paying enough attention to not stumble over his own feet, let alone try and decipher your ramblings.

“Ranrok?” Sebastian’s face quickly dropped, turning into one of harsh realization, “You mean the goblin from the Daily Prophet? I knew I’d recognized him from somewhere, I--” and his face managed to get even stonier. He lightly grasped your arm, trying to guide you to walk in front of him as he watched Rookwood emerge from the alley, searching the streets. “Quickly,” Sebastian muttered in your ear, glancing behind him and all he could think of was keeping you safe.

Sebastian practically busted open the doors of the Three Broomsticks, the attention of all the patrons turning quickly to the two of you. A goblin passed you on the way in, but you were so focused on trying to be inconspicuous you barely thought anything of it. Sebastian’s hand was still resting on your upper arm, bringing you to a seat. His arm only dropped when he went to pull out your stool for you, and you found yourself wanting him to put it back, to comfort you with his touch again.

You almost wished you’d find yourself in more danger when he was around if this was what it led to--his warmth lingering and his smell clouding your senses and better judgment. His hand reached up to his hair now, tangling in it as he glanced from you to the barkeeper to the door in rapid succession, repeatedly.

Sebastian relaxed quickly after Sirona started talking though, making brief introductions and offering the first two butterbeers on the house. You took a sip quickly, your eyes peeking just enough over the rim to stay alert. “I heard about the attack,” Sirona began, and the cockiest of grins creeped onto Sebastian’s face. “I’m glad to see you two escaped injury.”

“Thanks to this one,” Sebastian laid his heavy eyes on you, and you nearly rolled your eyes at just how smitten he looked, huge smile adorning his face. “Single-handedly took down a troll!” he praised, raising his mug high in celebration.

Sirona shared a knowing smile with Sebastian, as if she could read him like a book, “Is that right? Well done.” After brief conversation, she left the bar to attend to other guests, allowing you time to break open your chocolate frogs and pop them in your mouth.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Sebastian teased, noting your glare at him just a few seconds prior.

You shook your head, trying to finish your chocolate frog quickly so you could answer him. “Must you embarrass me with your praise everywhere we go?”

He hummed, “I’m the type to brag about my closest friends. I can’t help it.”

Just as you were raising the mug to your lips, nearly finishing off your first cup of butterbeer, the large doors creaked open to reveal Rookwood and Harlow, a much stubbier sidekick. Sebastian sat up straighter in his seat, looking you in the eye as you both hoped that the pair wouldn’t notice you. Sirona quickly walked over, asking them to leave.

As the tension in the room escalated, Sebastian’s face leaned ever closer to yours, looking you sternly with his eyes cloudy, filled with danger. You could hear Rookwood’s sneer in his voice, “Come now, no need for theatrics.” You looked to Sebastian as he watched Rookwood in the corner of his eye. “I’m only here for this one, anyway.”

You squeezed your eyes shut if only for a second, turning around and stepping off your stool, Sebastian quickly following you, standing as close to you as possible. If you’d ever glanced down, you’d see his hands in fists hovering over his pocket, his legs planted in the ground, like he was ready for a fight. “My friend is enjoying a well-earned butterbeer.”

“I only want a quick word,” and he tries to prowl towards you, head closer to you than his feet. Every patron stands up and draws their wand, and Sebastian, rather than tugging you behind him like he did in the past, steadies himself by your side and draws his wand quicker than anyone else in the entire tavern.

Your eyes leave Rookwood’s if only for a second, glancing at the side of Sebastian’s face, his jaw hardened and eyes stone cold. Rookwood backs away, still threatening Sirona as he takes slow footsteps backwards. Just as he turned, about to open the door, his eyes glanced back at you and Sebastian. He smirked, “Can’t drink butterbeers forever.”

When he left, you decided to return to your seat, grabbing your mug and finally taking your last swig. Sebastian grabbed his stool, pulling it slightly closer to yours before settling down, also finishing off his butterbeer. “You’ll be telling me about this later,” he stated matter-of-factly, and all you could do was let out a chuckle, silently agreeing.

You ordered three more rounds, your stomachs nearly caving in on themselves from the sheer amount of butterbeers the two of you drank. You talked about anything and everything--classes, Sebastian’s plan to duel as a team, his previous adventures with Anne and Ominis--you were chatting, snacking on chocolate frogs, and sipping your complimentary drinks until well after the sun went down.

As time passed in the Three Broomsticks, the two of you kept unknowingly scooting your stools closer together, upper arms pressed against one another, necks sore from constantly looking to the side. Even as the patrons came and went, the one consistent sound was the laughter of you and Sebastian, childish and playful.

Your fingers brushed, eyes barely leaving each other’s faces, and it felt like no time had passed at all. Only when you heard brief whispers about a curfew did you glance out the window to see how late it’d gotten. You almost didn’t want to leave the safety of the Three Broomsticks, remembering Rookwood’s threat that seemed to imply he’d be waiting for you as soon as you left.

When you got out of your seat and headed for the doors, Sebastian’s hand brushed over the small of your back so briefly you weren’t sure if you’d imagined it, but you saw his hand fall back to his side out of the corner of your eye. After you reached the crisp night air of Hogsmeade, looking at the twinkling lights that hung over the streets and the stars they were reminscient of, you never got that gut feeling you knew so well.

You walked down the street, returning to Hogwarts with Sebastian in comfortable silence. As you glanced down the street, you saw one Theophilus Harlow slumped over, sitting against a wall on the ground, fast asleep. Sebastian’s eyes followed yours, and he had to stop himself from letting out a chuckle at the sight. As you passed the bridge to Hogsmeade, far enough that you were sure you were safe, Sebastian leaned over to you again. “Maybe we can drink butterbeers forever.”

Your smile was bright enough, Sebastian noted, to compete with the moon. He felt rewarded by your happiness, and worked hard to contain the joy that felt like it was pouring out of him. “Maybe not forever,” you remarked, “but we can drink butterbeers together long enough to put the whole world to sleep.”

He silently agreed, but still felt the need to counter anyways, just to continue the game that he felt you’d both already lost. “The volume of our laughter might just be enough to wake the whole world up.”

You shook your head, finally ready for a response off the cuff, having learned from the best. “I’m sure the world has grown used to it by now.”

And finally, you decided to be the one to push instead of him, never growing impatient of the game but rather reveling in it. Your hand reached for his forearm, grasping around his bicep and holding it lightly. His eyes caught yours, his lips curled into a smirk, and you felt you could push further.

Your hand snaked down, gliding along his silky robes, and both of your hearts beat faster, in tandem with one another. Sebastian felt dizzied by your touch, all alarms sounding off in his mind, knowing that you were about to win this game you’d been playing. Your hand grasped his, fingers that had been chilled from the night air finding solace in one another. Your thumb rubbed circles on the back of his hand, toeing the line between harmless flirting and something more.

Sebastian’s hand squeezed yours, and you resisted the urge to hold your breath, only looking up at him through your eyelashes, lips curved only slightly into the smallest of smiles. The two of you continued the rest of the way to your common room in a comfortable and warm silence, pathway illuminated by the moon and the stars.

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gracexthoughts · 26 days

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of violent delights chap 8

truce

30 January 1996

Mattheo’s POV

I make my way through the halls, music playing through the walkman I enchanted, as I head towards the Astronomy Tower. I’ve been dragged through a study session with Astoria most of the day and I need a cigarette badly.

As I reach the top of the tower, I pause not expecting to see anyone else up here in the cold. But standing there, silhouetted by the golden setting sun, is Euphemia Potter leaning against a stone pillar. Her hair looks like fire where the sun shines through it, and I figure she must be cold because she’s only in jeans and a dark sweater. “Aren’t you cold, Potter?” I ask, stepping closer and pushing my headphones to hang around my neck. Her head snaps towards me, startled by my voice and the sun highlights a tear trail down her pink cheeks. She turns away quickly, a hand wiping away the tears before she turns back to me.

“It’s not so bad in the sun,” she shrugs, her arms crossed over her chest, hands hidden in her sleeves.

“You okay?” I ask hesitantly. She nods and I lean against a stone pillar a few feet away from her and pull out a pack of cigarettes, lifting one to my lips and lighting the tip. I look out over the grounds and surrounding mountains, resisting the urge to look at the girl to my left.

“Any chance I can bum one of those?” Her voice, quiet and soft, pulls me from my thoughts, my eyes finding hers.

“You smoke?” I ask dubiously, raising an eyebrow. “I would’ve thought that beneath you, princess.”

“Maybe you should stop assuming things about me,” she responds, but there’s no malice in her voice but rather, it sounds more like a soft plea. I hold out the pack to her, both of us stepping closer to close the gap, and I watch her pull a cigarette from the pack and lift it to her full lips. Before I can offer her my lighter, she snaps her fingers producing a small flame to light the tip. I watch, bewildered at the small display of wandless magic, as her take a deep inhale, her eyes closing as she exhales. Her head falls back against the stone at her back, grief and sadness in her eyes so intense I feel as if I’m intruding. Her eyes are red and her cheeks flushed.

“So, what brings you up here besides the allure of bumming my smokes?” I ask, feeling the need to fill the silence and pull her out of whatever thoughts make her look this sad. Her eyes find mine and her lips turn up in a small smile.

“Allure of some peace and quiet actually,” she responds, covering the sadness with playfulness. “A cigarette is a consolation,” She lifts the cigarette to her lips and I can’t help but watch as she exhales the smoke slowly and as it curls around her, glowing golden in the light of the setting sun.

“What were you listening to?” she asks motioning toward the headphones around my neck.

“The Smiths,” I say quietly, surprising myself with my honestly. My enjoyment of Muggle music is something I keep close to my chest, not many people in my life would accept it and I’d rather not deal with the disappointment.

“You listen to The Smiths?” She asks, looking surprised.

“Yes,” I grumble, feeling defensive. She steps forward, reaching out to take the headphones from my neck and puts them on her own head before I can stop her. She listens for a moment, smiling slightly as the music washes over her.

“The Smiths are great. I like a lot of muggle music. I’m surprised you listen to it though,” she says, taking the headphones off and handing them back.

“Muggles’ artistry is better than ours. Music, literature, film,” I shrug, taking a drag of my cigarette and taking my headphones back, our fingers brushing as I do so.

“I agree,” Euphemia says, her eyes looking out over the grounds expanding below us. “It’s like… they don’t have magic so they create their own. They see the world differently than we do, and they make their own magic, find it in things like love or nature. Honestly, I’m not sure who is better off for it.” I watch as she looks out over the grounds, sadness returning to her eyes as she takes a deep inhale of smoke, her auburn hair swaying slightly as a cool breeze comes through.

“There’s a Muggle town near our house and I used to sneak out to go walk around, get out of the house. One day I wandered into this record store and… never wanted to leave,” I say quietly, looking out at the view to avoid Euphemia’s gaze.

“Really?” She asks, her voice sounding genuinely curious. I nod and take another drag.

“The shopkeeper eventually got sick of me coming in and listening but not buying anything so he gave me an old turntable and a couple damaged records he couldn’t sell. Hid them under the floorboards in my room,” I continue, chuckling slightly at the memory.

“Floorboard trick is a life saver. Our aunt and uncle would lock all our school things away during the summer so we couldn’t, I don’t know, hex them or whatever. So Harry and I would have to sneak down, grab a couple books and do our summer work at night and hide it all in the floorboards during the day.” I turn to look at Euphemia as she talks, shaking her head at the memory. “They’ve never been smart enough to catch us,” she chuckles and takes one last drag of her cigarette before stubbing it out on the metal railing.

“I think my mum knows but doesn't want to make a fuss of it, I guess,” I shrug. Euphemia turns to look at me, our eyes meeting, and for a moment we don’t speak but just hold each other’s gaze.

“What’s your mum like?” She asks after a long moment, her eyes not leaving mine.

“Why?” I ask, wondering why on earth Euphemia Potter gives a shit about my mum.

“Curious,” she shrugs. I search her face and all I find is a genuine curiosity. I take a deep last inhale of my cigarette and flick it off the tower before answering.

“She’s like most mums, I guess. She does her best but being a Riddle… I think she’s lonely most of the time. No one remembers that it was an arranged marriage she had no say in, just that there was a marriage and who the groom was.”

“She was a Malfoy, right?”

“Yeah, Draco’s dad’s sister,” I answer. “Do you know what your mum was like?” I blurt out, immediately regretting it as Euphemia’s eyes snap to me filled with shock and sadness.

“A little,” she nods. “Most people who talk about my parents just talk about how brave they were but they didn’t really know them. Professor Lupin,” she clenches the metal railing so tightly her knuckles turn white and she spits the professor’s name like it tastes poorly in her mouth, “knew her though. My dad too. Really, really well apparently.” Her tone turns bitter, her eyes avoiding mine as she looks off into the distance. The sun has now set behind the mountains, the light fading and turning blue rather than orange.

“What do you mean?” I ask, confused. I’ve seen her interact with Lupin before and she always seemed to like him and vise versa; the anger in her voice shocks me. She looks at me for a moment before speaking.

“Nothing, they uh, were at school together I guess. Stayed friends after,” she shrugs and I have a feeling she’s not saying the full truth but I don’t press. “From what I’ve been told she was very kind and intelligent,” she adds softly.

“I shouldn’t have asked, sorry,” I mutter quietly.

“You know, you’re not so bad when you’re not acting like a raging prick,” she says. Her tone is teasing me but I can tell she’s genuine, her eyes soft as they look at me.

“You’re not so bad either,” I say, feeling uncomfortable at the confession, her gaze making me feel raw and exposed.

“That hurt you to admit, didn’t it?”

“Shut up,” I say, looking away from her face but she laughs and my eyes are pulled back to her. She laughs and it's like a revitalization potion and I wish I could bottle it and listen to it over and over. Her face is lit up with amusement and pride swells in my chest that I made her laugh like that. She looks at me with her bright green eyes and suddenly I’m laughing with her.

“It took you long enough,” she teases, pushing her hair behind her ear. I track the movement with my eyes and I think she notices because her eyes dart away and suddenly, I feel almost weightless under her gaze. What the hell is wrong with me? “What would you say if I said we should call a truce?” She asks playfully.

“I think you’d lose your Gryffindor Princess rep if anyone heard you say that,” I quip but she just shrugs with a smile, looking over the now dark landscape. “Truce,” I agree.

“Careful, you’re gonna lose your bad boy cred, Mattheo,” she teases.

“Then I guess we’re both disgraced then, Euphemia,” I retort, turning so my body is facing her and smile mischievously.

“Mia. If you’re gonna use my first name just call me Mia,” she says, looking back at me and I realize how close we actually are to each other: close enough that I can smell the faint scent of her perfume and feel her hair brush past my face as a gust of wind blows past us. She smells like jasmine and the air after it rains, her eyes the green of the trees with their still wet leaves.

We stand there in silence watching each other for a long moment and the rest of the world seems to drop away. But the moment is broken as laughter echoes up the stairs and I turn and see my friends climbing the last steps of the tower.

“Fuckin’ hell, mate, we’ve been looking everywhere-” Theo says, his voice cutting off as he sees Mia and my proximity to her and he looks at me, eyebrows raised. Before I can say anything, Evan and Enzo reach the top of the tower, their expressions matching Theo’s as they notice Mia.

“Am I dreaming or is that you, Potter?” Even says, his eyes scanning Mia up and down hungrily.

“It’s me, Rosier, just don’t cream your pants,” Mia shoots back, not missing a beat. I glance at her, the softness in her from moments ago gone and replaced by a disdainful smirk as she silently dares Evan to say anything else. Enzo and Theo snort a laugh. “I was just leaving,” she says, glancing my way before pushing her way past my friends and disappearing down the stairs. I sigh and lean back against the metal railing, crossing my arms.

“The fuck did we walk into?” Theo laughs, pulling out a cigarette.

“Nothing,” I growl.

“Dragon shit, you couldn’t cut the tension up here with a knife,” Enzo scoffs.

“Did you finally hit that?” Evan asks, a crude smile on his face that makes anger risse in my chest.

“Fuck off. She was here when I got here,” I snap, taking out another cigarette and lighting it.

“And yet you stayed,” Evan points out. “Four months ago you would’ve run her out or left.” I level Evan with a glare to back off.

“What was so urgent you were looking for me?” I ask, changing the subject.

“You missed dinner,” Enzo answers with a shrug, sitting on the steps of the platform on one side of the tower.

“Wasn’t hungry,” I grumble, taking another drag.

“For food at least,” Theo mumbles and I reach out and punch his shoulder, causing the others to laugh. “Shit mate, nobody’s gonna blame you if you are into her.”

“Well, I’m not , okay?” I say sharply, but I’m not so sure I mean it anymore.

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spicymushroomz · 4 months

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Leander x Reader

Summary: Reader and Leander go on a date to Hogsmeade.

Word Count: 486

Warnings: None!

Part One: Mess Ups

Authors Note: I woke up this morning to very nice comments, thank you so much! It means a lot that there are people who like my writing. Please enjoy this small part 2!

Leander had no idea what just happened. One minute, he’s stuffing his face with toast like any other day, the next minute he’s just agreed to go on a date with the most attractive person at Hogwarts.

They want to go on a date with me!?

He was reeling. Who in the WORLD would want to spend time with him on a date? This has to be some sort of cruel joke. He thought to himself, as his good friend Garreth Weasley started to laugh.

“Wow Lee, you’ve got more game than I thought. You will invite me to the wedding, won’t you?” He grinned cheekily.

“What in the world are you going on about?” Leander’s face felt like it was on fire from how much he was blushing.

“Oh please,” Garreth rolled his eyes. “You’re hardly secretive. You practically drool over them.”

“Th-That’s not true! They are certainly wonderful but I have never drooled over them. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a date to prepare for.” Leander stood up and briskly walked away.

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You and Leander sat at a corner booth in ‘The Three Broomsticks’. You had dressed yourself up to the best of your abilities, and you were very nervous. You bounced your foot and fiddled with your fingers as you and Leander conversed.

Gradually you became more comfortable while talking to each other, the conversation flowing like water.

“How did you become so good at dueling?” Leander asked, taking a sip of butterbeer.

“I took down poacher and goblin camps when I felt bored.” You shrugged.

“I’m sorry, you what?”

“I know it’s a little shocking, but there were so many poachers around Hogwarts and I needed the practice so…”

Leander’s jaw was practically on the ground. “You-You’re incredible.” he said.

You giggled, how could he be so needlessly charming?

You both finished up your time in The Three Broomsticks and started walking back towards Hogwarts. This date was going so well, you felt a boost of confidence and took Leanders hand on your own. Intertwining his fingers with yours as you walked along the path in comfortable silence.

Well, comfortable to you. Leander was having a crisis as he held your hand. He stiffened up, walking like a toy soldier. He was so happy right now, the butterflies in his stomach were fluttering like crazy.

You and Leander arrived back at the castle. You stopped him just before the doors.

“Leander, I really enjoyed this date.” You said, taking his hands. “I hope we can do this again, maybe sometime soon?” You looked at him expectantly.

“I-I would very much enjoy that.” Leander said flustered, happy that you felt the same as him. He was not expecting what happened next as you gave him a kiss on the cheek and happily ran inside.

Leander brought his hand up to where he was kissed, vowing to never wash his face again.

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Thank you for reading!

#leander prewett x reader #leander prewett #hogwarts legacy #garreth weasley #hogsmeade #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #harry potter #fanfic

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jlhynde-insanitybrilliance · 1 year

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i look forward to the soulmate rumors getting so bad that slughorn uses it as an excuse to tell tom to watch out for harry. "i heard tell that you boys are soulmates! tom, my boy, you need to do more to integrate dear henry into the way we do things." tom: "he's my *what*?"

Or alternative these soulmate rumors make everyone think Harry and Tom are dating.

Slughorn (approaching Harry and Tom) : Ah, there they are, my favorite couple!

Harry: Couple?!

Tom (grinning): Good evening, sir!

Slughorn: Good evening, lad! Are you keeping your date out of trouble tonight?

Harry: Date? He’s not my date. We’re not dating!

Tom: You’ll have to excuse, Evans, professor he gets flustered with public displays.

Slughorn: Ah, I see. Look, Henry there’s nothing to be embarrassed of. You and Tom are a smart match, if I do say so. A very smart match. What with both your natural magical prowess and intellect, I’d say you’re both evenly matched. No wonder your housemates call you soulmates!

Harry: W-Wha—We’re not soulmates!

Slughorn: Well, not technically. Soulmates don’t exist. But there is a unfathomable connection between you both from what I’ve observed. That’s a hard thing to find, my boy, don’t take it for granted.

Tom: Yes, darling, don’t take it for granted~❤️

#udlttom #tomarry #tom riddle #harry potter #tomarry fanfic #time travel au #ask answered #these soulmate rumors have really gotten out of hand #horace slughorn #Tom is totally fine with these rumors btw #if Harry is taken that means other girls will stop trying to drag him off to Hogsmeade #Tom is a jealous possessive lil shit & you can’t change my mind #Tom will shamelessly use these rumors to spend even more time with Harry #dialogue draft

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myths0f01d · 4 months

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Ok so few months ago I can't remember when. I went through a faze of reading every merlin cross harry potter fic I could find. Including merthur. It's a small list. A really really small list. It's amazing though. I grew up obsessing over harry potter and then merlin. So obviously I devoured the fics and then grew sad when there were no more. So I started writing my own. To be fair it was a very complex story line I chose to write so it didn't last long. I think I have the first half of the first chapter down but I have no hope even for that. But now. As the flame is rekindled. I'll be thinking it out more and writing it again. I say this in hope. But I have no idea since school is starting soon for me.

I have the summary written and maybe the title? I'm not sure.

Also fun fact about me. I have never stuck to reading a 100k fanfic until I read 'Emrys Ascending' by tricksterity on ao3. Probs one of the best merthur fics I've ever read. Go check the fic out. You won't regret it. Trust me.

Anyway here's the summary for my own one. Sort of. Or the main outline?

Many years ago, around 300 years to be exact, Merlin placed the crystal of Neahtid in vault 713, in the lowest part, at the time, in Gringotts wizarding bank. He thought it would be safe there.

What he did not expect was that approximately 200 years later would he be informed that it had been taken, then attempted to been taken again. Now chasing after a half giant, a child and a wacky Headmaster and some unforeseen lurking evil Merlin is forced to venture out into the wizarding world once more.

Though now in hindsight it was not a smart idea to attend the school as an 11 year old boy, apparently it raised a lot of questions when you appear out of nowhere.

It also does not help when a few older years resemble suspiciously to close to Arthur and the knights, so its no wonder he’s so distracted.

There's going to be loads of shenanigans by the way. I want it to mostly be funny fluff and light hearted. Obvi there has to be angst on some parts. I still have a lot to refine and go through but the base idea and what I want for it is there

Here's the old summary (first draft)

Long ago merlin put the crystal of neahtid in vault 713 in the depths of gringotts Wizarding bank.

He thought it's be safer there.

It's not his fault a half giant, a child and a slightly less marbles then there should be headmaster stole it.

And it's certainly not his fault when he thought the best plan of action was to go undercover and take it back. As an 11 year old.

Only to find out the past has come back to haunt him. In the form of of a few 3rd years scattered across houses.

Because really, Guise isn't around anymore to tell him it's his fault. So he'll believe it's not.

That is until he hears a familiar laugh in the forbidden forest.

Ok so maybe it is his fault.

Destiny can go shove it honestly, merlins not amused.

Tell me witch one you like better

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astroaries98 · 1 year

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Cosy in Hogsmeade...

A thick blanket of snow had fallen overnight and now hoards of students were trudging through it, all wrapped up in robes, hats and scarfs on their way to and around Hogsmeade. Laughter and chatter filled the air and snowballs were flying between the groups of students causing shrieks of Joy.

Regulus and James were sat together in the Three Broomsticks, watching the winter chaos happen through the window. Both glad they were inside where is was warm and dry by a roaring fire.

“That kid with the bobble hat hasn’t missed a target once, what great aim” James stated fully engrossed in the snowball fight.

He turned to look at Regulus, who wasn’t looking out the window, who instead was just looking at James his chin resting on his hand and a relaxed smile across his face.

James grinned back before leaning in to kiss Regulus softly on the lips.

“What are you looking at?” he asked, their noses still touching.

“You have butterbeer on your chin” Regulus replied.

James sat back and wiped his chin with the back of his hand. He looked down and then back at Regulus who was now laughing to himself.

“No, there isn’t, you little fibber” James teased, dipping his finger in his butterbeer and quickly putting the foam on the end of Regulus’s nose.

“Oi, that’s not fair” Regulus chuckled, wiping it off.

“Well don’t avoid my question then, what were you thinking?” James reached out to tuck Regulus's hair behind his ear.

Regulus looked up at James his eyes big but peaceful. “Nothing really, I just like watching you, I still can’t believe you’re mine...”

James put his arm around Regulus and pulled him in close, kissing the top of his head.

“Well, you better believe it, my love, because I am yours, always and forever.”

“Wait…forever? Did I agree to that?” Regulus taunted.

“I’m ‘fraid so, never getting rid of me now, stuck with me for life”

“Well, I suppose I can deal with that” Regulus sat up and kissed James on the cheek before snuggling back into his shoulder.

They both exhaled, grateful for this moment together, for each other.

But somehow life didn’t seem to be quite enough time for either of them.

#jegulus #james potter #regulus black #james x regulus #james potter x regulus black #microfiction #fanfic #oneshot #writing #wizarding world #hogsmeade #fluff

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morelikeravenbore · 6 months

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✨Hogtober✨

Hogsmeade

A little paragraph from chapter 8 of How to Make a Villain that I'm a bit proud of.

[wattpad | ao3]

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #aureliecollins sebaura #aurelie collins #Sebaura #sebastian sallow fanfic #Hogwarts legacy fanfic #Hogtober #Hogsmeade #sebastian sallow x oc #Sebastian Sallow x mc #slytherin x ravenclaw pairing #morelikeravenbore writes

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klacolereads · 6 months

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#coffee #hogsmeade #dramione #fanfic

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venusizz · 1 year

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I have no words to describe the love I have for Hogwarts Legacy ♾️ ✨

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chaoticravenpuff · 2 days

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Hey all,

As I have stated in this post, I have decided to make a Hogwarts Legacy Discord where we can all hang out, chat about the game, chat about the characters, share fanfics and artwork, share mods, etc.

You can join the discord here if you wish to.

Please do note that this discord is 18+ so if you are underage, I kindly ask that you don't join.

This is also a safe space for everyone!

Come hang out!

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gracexthoughts · 29 days

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of violent delights chap 6

eavesdropping

18 December 1995

Euphemia's POV

I shiver as the door to the Three Broomsticks opens as snow and icy air blow into the pub. I wrap my hands tightly around my mug of Butterbeer, taking a long sip and relishing how the warm amber drink feels as it warms me from the inside out, and turn my attention back down to the book in front of me. Angelina and Alicia had been here earlier, but rather than wait for the Twins who are taking their sweet time, they went back to their shopping as both of them are behind on their Christmas shopping. Suddenly, cold hands cup my cheeks from behind me and I squeal and pull away. The Twins laugh as they sit down, pulling their hats and scares and cloaks off. "I hate you two!" I laugh, shivering and holding my Butterbeer closer.

"George maybe, but you love me," Fred says, winking at me.

"I had to make friends with the Weasley twins, didn't I? I should go back in time and tell myself to steer clear of the whole lot of you," I tease, finishing my drink. "You guys want a Butterbeer?"

"I'll get them," Fred jumps up before I can pull out my coin purse. I sigh and look to George sitting across from me.

"I wish you'd let me pay sometimes," I grumble.

"A lady never pays, Phe," George shrugs, some snow still stuck to the ends of his hair that his hat didn't cover. The Weasley's, always unfailingly generous and caring, never let Harry and I help them with anything. Whether it was drinks at the Three Broomsticks or staying with them last summer. Harry and I inherited more money than we could ever hope to spend from our parents but the Weasley's never took anything we offered them. Before I can argue, Fred returns and sets a Butterbeer in front of me.

"Thank you," I say to the two of them and take a sip. "So, what the hell took you guys so long? Angie and Alicia left almost 20 minutes ago."

"We had some uh, business to do first," Fred says, looking down at his Butterbeer.

"You're not gonna elaborate?" I ask, chuckling.

"Nope," they say in unison, giving me their best 'look how innocent we are' look which I know better than to believe after 5 years of friendship.

Before I can challenge them, another cold breeze cuts through the air and I turn to see Hermione, Ron and Harry walking though the door. Harry immediately locks eyes with me and all three of them make their way over to our table looking very guilty.

"Harry, what the hell are you doing here?" I ask, angry, confused and maybe a little impressed but I won't tell him that. While I know how upset Harry has been at not being able to visit Hogsmeade, it has been a slight weight off my shoulders that he has been kept safe in the castle while Sirius Black is still free. Harry's wide eyes dart to the Weasley Twins behind me which is all the answer I needed. Grabbing my book off the table, I turn to the closest twin, Fred, and hit his shoulder. "OH! I told you to keep the map in a safe place! Not tell my little brother how to sneak out of the castle!"

"You knew about the map?" Harry asks, pulling a familiar piece of parchment from his back pocket. "They told me not to tell you!" He motions to the Twins who recoil from my gaze, knowing better than to challenge me when I'm angry.

"You gave him the map?! What are you thinking?" I take my book and hit Fred again before trying to reach across to get George too but George grabs the book out of my hands and hides it under the table.

"Snitch!" George grumbles to Harry, who takes a seat in the table next to him.

"Mama's mad," Fred laughs, and I smack his shoulder again with the back of my hand.

"How come you told her and not me?" Ron questions, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting at the Twins, as Hermione pulls up two more chairs to our table.

"You don't help with pranks!" Fred justifies, taking a sip of his Butterbeer.

"Harry, this is serious. You can't just leave that lying around for anyone to find and you shouldn't carry it around in Hogsmeade, especially!" I scold, unable to keep the worry out of my voice. Harry rolls his eyes slightly, tucking the map back in his pocket.

"I told him the same thing! What if Sirius Black finds out about the tunnels? It's like handing him a map straight to you," Hermione adds, seeming very pleased that someone agrees with her.

"Mia, its locked remember?" George reasons.

"And it didn't take us that long to figure it out! As first years, mind you. It could be all too easy for someone like Black to figure out." I remember when Fred and George came back to the common room that night, giggling with excitement. They weren't back five minutes before they were asking for my help to figure out how to work it. The twins had found in Flitch's office that tapping your wand on it made it respond to you, so there we sat, huddled around it, and I tapped my wand against the paper, causing ink to spread over the surface.

"Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs sense a friend to mischief and chaos. But to access our secrets, hard earned and well preserved, a promise must be made. Are you up to no good?" The map had read in sloping cursive, which I read out in a whisper to the Twins.

"Yes! We are up to no good!" Fred had responded, more excited than I'd ever seen him.

"Swear it. Solemnly," the map had written out, in a different handwriting than before.

"We do swear it," George had said, tapping his wand against the parchment again. It took an embarrassingly long time to figure out exactly what it wanted us to say; I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. But once we had that figured out, the map became our secret weapon; not even Lee, Angelina and Alicia know about it.

"Mia! C'mon, it'll be fine! I'll be careful with it and I won't-" Harry started but another breeze from the door opening cut him off and I turn around to see Professors McGonagall, Flitwick, Hagrid and the Minister of Magic, who Harry and I met for the first time this summer, entering the Three Broomsticks. Hermione and Ron quickly push Harry under the table, spilling some of his Butterbeer in the process. The six of us watch as the group move towards the bar, order and then begin walking towards us.

"Mobiliarbus!" I whisper, moving the Christmas tree, which was sitting beside our table, to sit in front of the table, hiding the six of us from sight of the teachers and hiding Harry better than our legs would. The teachers sit right on the other side of the tree as Madam Rosemerta, the owner of the Three Broomsticks, delivers their drinks. We sit in a tense silence on our end of the tree, Harry crouched under the table between all our legs, as the teachers converse casually with Rosemerta, who has joined them for a drink, and each other. I silently kick myself for not making Harry return to the castle when I first saw him.

I'm trying to devise a way to get Harry out of the pub without being seen when Fudge speaks up, pulling me out of my thoughts, "What else but Sirius Black? I daresay you heard what happened up at the school over Halloween? Well I believe he is still most certainly in the area." Hermione, Ron, and the Twins all look to me: Hermione's face worried, the Twins and Ron more bewildered than anything and I shift in my seat slightly to lean closer to the tree separating us from the adults.

"It's been very bad for my business with the Ministry sending dementors into my pub every other night!" Rosemerta scolds, an edge in her voice as she speaks to the Minister.

"Well they are a necessary precaution! We all know what Black is capable of," Fudge defends.

"You know, I still have so much trouble believing it. Of all the people to take the Dark Mark, I never would have thought... well I remember him when he was a boy up at Hogwarts," Rosemerta bemuses.

"I agree, Rosemerta. I was devastated," McGonagall adds.

"Rosemerta, you don't know the worst of it..." Fudge murmurs.

"What could possibly be worse than murdering all those people?"

"Well if you remember Black at Hogwarts, surely you remember who his best friend was?" ask McGonagall quietly.

"Well 'course! You never saw one without the other, did you? Sirius Black and James Potter were quite a double act," Rosemerta laughs softly. My heart leaps in my chest at the mention of my father and there is a large clang from under our table as Harry drops his tankard, causing the rest of us to flinch but the teachers don't seem to notice. Is that part of why Black is so determined to kill Harry and I?

"You'd have thought they were brothers they were so inseparable," Flitwick chimes in.

"They practically were," Fudge responds. "Potter trusted Black more than anyone else in his life. Black was his best man at his wedding and godfather to Harry. Harry and Euphemia have no idea of course, far too heavy a burden to tell them now." McGonagall hums in agreement and I feel my head spinning but there is no time to dwell on the information because Fudge keeps going. "Back during the war, Dumbledore was tipped off that You-Know-Who was going after the Potters. He told them their best bet was the Fidelius Charm." I make eye contact with Hermione, who shakes her head, as much in the dark on the spell as me. Hermione may be two years younger than I am but her knowledge of obscure spells and such is still beyond much of my own.

"What is that? How does that work?" Rosemerta inquires, sounding very interested in the gossip being exchanged. Flitwick clears his throat before speaking up.

"Oh it's terribly complex. The information, in this case the Potters' location, is hidden inside a single a person, in their very soul, oft' called the Secret Keeper. This makes the location impossible to find unless the Secret Keeper gives them up." Flitwick explains, sounding very much like he does in our Charms lectures. "You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters could have searched Godric's Hollow for years and years and never would have found them as long as the Secret Keeper refused to speak."

"They made Sirius Black their Secret Keeper?" Rosemerta gasps. I close my eyes and put my hands over my face, overwhelmed, and feel an arm reach around my shoulders.

"Dumbledore tried to dissuade James from it, even offering to be the Secret Keeper himself, but James insisted it be Black," McGonagall continues. "There was a spy, you see, that seemingly had been passing information from our side back to You-Know-Who but Dumbledore wasn't sure who. He suspected Black due to his families' involvement with the Death Eaters but James insisted. I remember him saying that if he couldn't trust Sirius then he couldn't trust anyone."

"He was always loyal to a fault, James," Flitwick adds.

"Not even a full week had the spell been cast-"

"Black betrayed them?" Rosemerta gasps.

"He did indeed," Fudge confirms. I sigh and lean into Fred's embrace, his arm wrapped tightly around my shoulders.

"Filthy traitor!" Hagrid bellows causing the whole pub to jump, especially the six of us eavesdropping. Harry groans slightly and I peer under the table to see him rubbing the top of his head. McGonagall and Flitwick both shush Hagrid who keeps speaking. "I saw 'em that night, you know? Dumbledore sent me ter rescue Harry and Mia from the rubble, the poor things. Had jus' pulled them out of the ruins, bloody and screamin' the both of them an' parents dead... an' then Sirius Black pulls up on that flying motorbike. He was all white an' shaky, tellin' me to give 'em the kids. 'Give them to me, Hagrid. I'm Harry's godfather, I'll look after them now' he kept saying. Imagine if I'd given them to 'em! But I said no, Dumbledore had already set up a place for them. Then, he gave me his motorbike and ran off, probably hopin' to disappear."

"Well the Aurors caught up to him the next day, didn't they? And thank goodness they did," Rosemerta says, sounding incredibly satisfied.

"I wish I could say we did but it was Peter Pettigrew, another one of the Potters' boyhood friends," Fudge corrects. I've never heard the name Peter Pettigrew before, although I guess I'd never heard of Sirius Black before this summer either.

"Pettigrew...? Oh! That little lump of a boy that always followed James and Sirius around, yes?" Rosemerta asks to which McGonagall hums in agreement.

"Eyewitnesses- Muggles- told us that Pettigrew cornered Black sobbing and talking about how could Black have done such a thing. Then reached for his wand but Black was quicker, blew about a dozen people up along with sweet little Pettigrew," Fudge explains quickly. "I was Junior Minister in the Department of Magical Catastrophes back then and I was one of the first on the scene, I'll never forget the sight... He had blown a crater in the street, bodies were strewn all about and in the middle of all the chaos, Black stood there laughing with a finger at his feet. A finger, that's all that was left of Pettigrew by the time we got there.... Took twenty Aurors from Magical Law Enforcement to contain Black and he's been in Azkaban ever since."

"Oh my..." Rosemerta breathes and the table is quiet for a moment before she speaks again, "You think Black has escaped to go after the Potter children? And then what? Revive You-Know-Who?" Fear creeps into her voice and I shudder at the thought of coming face to face with the man who betrayed my parents, anger mixing in my chest with the familiar sadness I feel anytime someone talks of my parents.

"We must assume the worst, yes that may be his plan. But we hope to catch Black long before any harm comes to anyone, let alone the children. Just this-" Fudge says, sounding more nervous than moments before.

"Minister, if you are to dine with Dumbledore, we really should start towards the castle," McGonagall speaks up, causing a stir of movement and goodbyes.

Once the danger of being caught has passed, Harry emerges from under the table and the six of us sit in an uneasy silence for a moment. Harry and I meet each other's eyes across the table, my own confusion and anger and anguish reflected in my brother's eyes. Eventually, Hermione speaks up: "We should start heading back. It's near dinner time."

Harry and I leave the others to walk back the normal way, and I follow Harry into the Honeydukes cellar and through the passage way.

"Harry, wait," I say, stopping as we near the end of the tunnel. My brother turns to me, waiting for me to continue. "Promise me you won't do anything stupid?"

"Like what?" Harry crosses his arms over his chest.

"Like trying to go after Black," I say and Harry tries to speak but I cut him off, continuing to speak. "He isn't worth dying for. You heard the Minister, it took twenty aurors to catch him the first time. You can't go running after him like you've done the last two years. He'll kill you!"

"Mia, don't start!" Harry yells, the pain in his voice echoing off the stone walls of the tunnel. "And I wouldn't let him kill me because-"

"Because you'll kill him first? Harry, listen to yourself. You're not thinking clearly!" I plead.

"Malfoy knows. He told me so in Potions: 'If it was me, I'd hunt him down myself... I'd take revenge.' I bet his dad told him all about how Black turned-"

"And you're going to listen to Draco Malfoy over me? Of course Malfoy would love if you ran off to try and hunt Black down because you wouldn't come back!" I yell, getting more and more desperate for my brother to listen to me. Harry shakes his head and begins walking again, turning his back on me. "If you go after him, you play directly into Black's hand! Harry think about it, Mum and Dad wouldn't want to you to get killed in a suicide quest for revenge!"

"Well I'll never know what they would think, will I? Because of Black, and unlike you, I've never spoken to them!" Harry yells, turning back to face me. "You don't understand!"

I stop in my tracks for a moment, stunned. Sure Harry and I bicker like all siblings, but very rarely have we ever had the kind of blow up fights I've seen the Weasley siblings have. Harry and I depended on each other too much for that. "Harry, that's not fair. I don't remember any of the time I got with them anymore than you remember the first 3 years of your own life! Not any of the good, anyway. Of all the people in the world, I am the one person who does understand. Believe me, Harry, I would love to go after Black and make him pay for what he did to us but we can't."

We are silent for a long moment before harry finally meets my eyes again. "McGonagall, Dumbledore, Hagrid... they all knew and didn't tell us." I nod, angry about it too, but I stopped expecting adults to tell us everything after Harry's first year.

"I know... Listen, the dementors and the Ministry are gonna catch Black. Then this summer, we're gonna find an apartment in London, and we'll have as normal as a summer as we can muster. Away from the Dursleys and Black and Voldemort, all of it. But in order to get there, you have to promise me not to go after him, okay?" I step towards my brother, gripping his shoulders, needing him to understand me. Eventually he nods, "Promise." Smiling, I pull him into a hug. He's grown a lot this year and has quickly gotten taller than me. Where I used to cradle his head against my shoulder as he cried silently in the middle of the night so as to not wake the Dursleys, I can barely look over his shoulder now. "C'mon, lets go get some dinner," I say quietly as we break away. Harry nods, pushing up his glasses as he turns down the tunnel and begins walking again. I look down at my left hand, where the lighting scar stretches down the back of my hand to wrap around my wrist, swallow my own anger, and follow my brother back to Hogwarts.

A/N: A lot of this is from the book so I'm sorry for kind of a boring chapter and sorry there is no Mattheo in this chapter

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the-kcm-muggleborn · 13 days

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Kind For You

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy

O/C: Sebastian Sallow x Edwart Thompson x Ominis Gaunt ✨️platonic✨️ (My OC)

Warnings: none

Word count: 1387

Chapter 1

Part 4

(last part:)

While Edwart was shopping for school supplies, Sebastian was wondering why the new student was being so secretive about his past but also Sebastian was regretting he let his curiosity get the better of him. There was no need to ask the difficult questions on the first day.

Finally, after quite some time Edwart approached him.

“I have everything I need.” He said, looking down at his new wand.

“That’s a pretty want you got there,” Sebastian said with a bit of a glee in his voice. “What is it?”

“Oh. Erm-.” Edwart stumbled as he usually did in conversations like this “Maple wood and unicorn hair”

“It’s good you have a proper wand now. We have to duel again to determine if what you did in Defence Against The Dark Arts is pure luck or actual skill” Sebastian said with a small smile.

Edwart didn't respond for a minute instead he took a deep breath like he was going to say something.

“Sebastian I-”

But then he was interrupted by an armored troll running through the village.

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“Are we weakening him at all?” Edwart commented with a slight panic in his voice.

“Keep at it! We’ll wear him down eventually” Sebastian screamed back

While Edwart was dodging the troll surprisingly well, Sebastian on the other hand got hit at least twice from what Edwart noticed, not paying attention.

He was hyper-focusing on the troll.

“Sebastian!” Edwart screamed with full panic audible through the yard of Hogsmeade.

Sebastian groaning quickly responded “I’m alright! I’m alright!” he got up and was already shooting Confringo towards the troll.

“Christ! You scared me!” Edwart screamed back and focused on the troll once again

Sebastian grinned to the point where he lost his focus and Edwart had to push him out of the troll's way.

While they've been fighting for a while. Edwart felt a surge of energy in his wand and subconsciously started throwing barrels at the troll starting to cause him real damage.

“What was that?” Sebastian asked bewildered

“I don't know. Sebastian, this is not the time for chatting!” Edwart screamed back.

“Nicely done” Sebastian complimented and went back to fighting the troll.

Then finally Edwart managed to collect enough power in himself to put the trolls' damage to an end. He shot an extremely strong surge of power towards the troll upping his sole exiance to pieces.

Edwart wiped the sweat from his forehead. Being a little shaken as he was he finally turned to Sebastian whose eyes were the size of big coins even his mouth was a little agape.

“What in Merlin's name was that?” Sebastian said with mixed emotions written all across his face but the most noticeable one was pure shock.

“I-” Edwart started but was quickly interrupted by Officer Singer.

“I'd say we've earned a Butterbeer or two. wouldn't you? Might help me forget that I was almost pulverized by a troll.” Sebastian said with a small grunt.

“Yes, I agree” Edwart responded a little tensely which caught Sebastian’s eye.

They both left the boutique in an uncomfortable silence. Sebastian was thinking of what to say but this time his line of thought was interrupted by Edwarts words.

“I apologize for my behavior when we were walking to Hogsmeade. I shouldn't have acted in such an inappropriate way to you. I acted like a pr-”

“What are you on about?” Sebastian interrupted Edwart’s ashamed apologies.

Sebastian was watching the new student for a day now and he thought he got him figured out as an extremely tough student who has been through things making him invulnerable to anything or anyone. Now it looks like he’s lost in a world he nearly does not understand, and to top it off with all the piling assignments and that mysterious magic. Edwart is simply extremely pressured by not only teachers but also all the curious students around him. Including Sebastian, because he couldn't keep his mouth shut…

“The things I’ve said about your parents, it was an awful thing to do. I shouldn't have done that” Edwart continued his apology

“I just needed to apologize for my behavior. I'm also aware you have questions and so do I.”

“Edwart. I am not angry at you. Unfortunately, your deduction skills were on point.” Sebastian answered with a pitiful smile “My parents are indeed dead but that's irrelevant a lot of students in Hogwarts are orphans.”

Edwart looks at his shoes in embarrassment

“..But” Sebastian continued, making Edwart look at him“I also shouldn't have pushed on your past. I apologize”

Edwart looked up at Sebastian with a bashful smile “I'm willing to tell you more. Just not yet..” he spoke at last

“Understood” Sebastian smiled “Now let’s go get that earned butterbeer”

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“Did they see us?” Sebastian asked a little out of breath

“I don't think so” Edwart replied with furrowed brows

“What was that Goblin doing with Wiktor Rookwood?”

Edwart kept silent. His mind was racing through yesterday's events. He was getting tense again

“The Goblin from the Daily Prophet? Sebastian looked at Edwart with a disturbing look “I knew I'd seen him somewhere.

“Quickly. Let's get inside the Three Broomsticks.”

Before Edwart could speak, Sebastian grabbed him.

Sebastian and Edwart quickly sped through the Pubs door and took their seats close to Sirona Ryan

“Now what can I..” She started

“Oh. There's a face I haven't seen before”

“Oh uhm.” Edwart was taken aback not sure how he should answer that, luckily Sebastian stepped up.

“He's new around here” Sebastian smiled at Sirona

“Welcome!” Sirona said lively “Butterbeers on me”

“Heard about the attack…”

They kept the small chat for a couple of minutes before two tall men barged into the Pub disturbing the peace inside

“Hmph. How timely,” she said under her nose

“Was that Lodgok I saw leaving just now?”

Victor Rookwood's voice cut through the air. “Your clientele's not what it used to be, Sirona”

While Sirona was charming her way with Victor Rookwood. Edwart noticed his loud enter and started slightly panicking

“Hey. Are you quite alright?” Sebastian asked with a shade of concern.

“We need to leave.” Edwart said with panic “Quite urgently.”

Before Sebastian had a chance to answer that concerning statement Victor Rookwood put his attention on Edwart

“I'm only here for this one, anyway.”

“My friend is enjoying a well-earned Butterbeer” Sirona stood her ground

“I only want a quick word.” Rookwood insisted

He took a step closer making everybody stand to their feet in a defensive stand with their wands out. Including Edwart and Sebastian.

“Perhaps you didn't hear me.” Sirona said in an irritated manner“I said my friend is busy.”

Rookwood looked around clearly unsatisfied.

“One would think you'd all had enough bloodshed for one day.” He smiled darkly

“Come, Theophilus. The Three Broomsticks isn't what it used to be. Let's take our Galleons elsewhere”

But finally, he decided to leave the pub with one last taunt “Can't drink Butterbeer forever.”

Edwart finally relaxed and sat back down on the stool with a heavy sign.

“Seems you've made an unfortunate enemy.” Sirona stated “Watch your back. Rookwood and Harlow are worse than any troll you might encounter”

“Thank you Sirona,” Edwart said tensely

Finally, his sight landed on Sebastian who had a confused and conflicted look on his face.

Edwart took another deep breath “As I’ve said. I know you have questions and I will answer them. Just not at this moment….”

Sebastian nodded and said, “And on that note, I think we should go back to Hogwarts.”

They walked back in total silence. Neither of them had the energy to talk after such an eventful day.

They said their quick goodbyes and each went to their common rooms. Exhausted with today.

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Thank you so much for reading Part 4 LAST part of chapter 1 of my fanficion. Yes, I decided to post early to finish the chapter already. I hope you enjoyed it! There are more to come soon-ish. The next chapters are gonna have something special with fanfiction, so stay tuned!

English is not my first language keep that in mind:}

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