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curseofaphrodite · 10 months

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champagne problems | regulus black x reader

summary: this is regulus wondering if things would have been different if he just fought harder. (for all of us who like PAIN.)

Regulus looked around with distaste. He'd rather be writing his book, much much farther away from the present scene of ballroom dances and tiny cakes. In fact, he would be doing that if it wasn't for his mother's pestering.

L/Ns are honorable purebloods and to decline their invitation would be an act of immense disappointment. To both them and me.

Everything I do is a disappointment to you, he wanted to say, but of course, he didn't.

He had spent all morning picking out the perfect tie, which led him to throw his freshly arranged cupboard into a chaotic mess, something his father was horrified to see.

"Goodness, you'd think an elephant stampede happened here!" he had said lightheartedly, stepping over huge piles of clothes.

"What do you want?" Regulus snapped, immediately regretting it. He was supposed to be passive. He didn't throw temper tantrums, no matter how many reasons he had to.

If his father took offense, he didn't show it.

"Why don't you want to attend the function?" Mr. Black asked, tilting his head.

"I don't like weddings."

"But the bride personally invited you."

"Maybe I don't like the bride either."

"Nonsense! You practically grew up with her." He sighed. "The two of you were inseparable."

"Well, father," Regulus harshly drew another tie out of the pile, which didn't have much difference from the last one. "The only valuable thing I've learnt from Hogwarts is — shit happens."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh you can excuse both me and my foul language, but it's true. Now back to the original question, what are you doing here?"

"Sirius is waiting for you downstairs. You're late."

"Why's he coming?"

"To keep you in check."

Regulus sneered. "For that, you can trust him?"

"Your mother and I are not a fan of anything your brother does, but we also know he loves you more than he admits. He'll look out for you in case something happens."

"I don't need a babysitter."

"Just get down, will you?" his voice turned sharp. "And you're not the groom, just pick a damn tie!"

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Now he's there, standing next to an enormous ice sculpture, wondering who on earth even chose it. He had lost Sirius among the crowds, but he didn't mind. If he felt alone, that's what he was supposed to feel.

"Reggie, you made it!"

He turned to see your mother walking towards him, hands wide open for a hug. He smiled involuntarily. Your mother was a spitting image of you, both in character and looks. You had gotten your kindness, humor, and chaoticness from her, so when he saw her, he had his first hit of sadness hit across his chest.

God I miss her, he thought helplessly. And as much as he did, he wished he wouldn't see you either. He hoped against hope you were busy with the crowds to ever search for him. He knew you wouldn't. He knew you had other priorities now.

"...and don't you look as parched as ever! C'mon some of the turkey will help you out with that—"

"No Mrs. L/N, I'll—"

"Don't be ridiculous. I've saved you the best seats in the house. Hurry up, the toasts are almost starting!"

Before he knew what was happening, she was pushing him through the ocean of people until he was at a bright clearing, one with too many lights that it took him a second to realize its where the guests had already gathered around pretty tables for food.

Mrs. L/N pointed out a table near the front, and made sure he sat there despite his protests.

Regulus wondered how long the seat had been reserved. He hadn't even RSVP'd yes. Or did you just knew him too much to know he'd be there? For the first time in his life, he wish he was seated next to Sirius.

There was a clatter of chairs being moved as everyone stood up. Regulus did the same, following their gaze.

He forgot to breath for a second.

The bride was here.

Sure you were accompanied by your groom, but he didn't spare a look at him. Regulus knew he should stop staring at you, but he couldn't keep his eyes off. No one could. You were absolutely stunning. White simple gown, your hair down, a diamond necklace adorning your neck — how was anyone not supposed to stare?

As you were seated at the front, just feets away from Regulus's own table, he wished he was anywhere else. It felt suffocating, and all memories came rushing back. Soon, the toasts started and people were standing up, talking things about you that he already knew. By the end of each sentence, Regulus chugged down a glass of wine. It magically refilled itself, which didn't help his self-control.

Fifteen minutes later, he was positively drunk.

"Anyone else want to go?" Mrs. L/N whispered at his table when the toasts were almost over. "Reggie?"

Regulus Black did one thing he never thought he'd do.

He giggled.

"Reg?"

"I haven't had a proper conversation with her in months!" he said, a little louder than he intended to. You raised your head at the familiar voice, but couldn't figure out where it was coming from. Could it be...?

"It was just a suggestion—"

"Nope, I'll do it. Why the fuck not." He stood up, and Mrs. L/N regretted her decision already.

"Oh dear," she whispered, sinking back into the shadows as he cleared his throat loudly.

Regulus saw your jaw hitting the floor, only seeing him now. He snorted. He brushed the front of his suit and cleared his throat.

"I hate public speaking." He finally spurted out, all bold and definite.

A room full of expectant people stared back.

"Oh no that's it... I hate public speaking." Regulus met your eyes. You were glaring back. "Shit yes, a toast! A toast to the lovely bride and groom! I don't know rat's ass about him—" a few gasps echoed through the room "—but her? Oh, I knew her alright. Don't you think so, Y/N? Don't I know you like the back of my hand?"

Sit down, you mouthed. He looked straight into your eyes as he said the next words.

"I spent half of my life loving her and the other half wishing I didn't."

The gasps earlier were nothing compared to the ones now. Your husband stared in shock when you got up from your seat.

"Great fucking wine!" Regulus concluded, raising his glass. "Cheers!" He gripped the glass with a little too much force, and the glass burst into pieces.

"Reg!" Your anger was replaced by worry, and you rushed toward him to see if he was okay. Mrs. L/N had used magic to get rid of the shards and was currently begging him to let her take a look at his hands.

"I'm FINE!" he said groggily, pulling his hand back and stepping away from the whole mess he made. When he saw you right next to him, he recoiled as if you were a snake positioned for attack.

With no other words, he left the scene, and you stalked without a second's hesitation. He didn't even know where he was going.

Anywhere but here, he thought, pushing open door after door. A blast of cold air hit his face, signaling he was finally outside. The lawn had all kinds of flowers, which looked beautiful against the dark night.

"Regulus!" you called sharply. "Your hands are bleeding, you know? Maybe slow down, for Merlin's sake!"

"Don't come near me!" He yelled, taking two steps back.

"I'm sorry," you spat those words out like it hurt you from inside. "Is that what you wanted to hear? I'm sorry shit got so fucking shitty with us and I'm sorry I wanted my best friend on the most important day of my life!"

"You don't get to play the martyr! I never left you, I couldn't leave you if I tried!" His words got louder by the second.

"Please let me just look at your hands."

"No."

"You're being so stubborn for no reason—"

"You left me." He sounded suddenly drained. You opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off. "No. Please. I'll just- go. Sorry for causing a scene."

"Reg—"

"I'll— I'll disapparate. Tell Sirius I'm going, if you're not too busy."

You tilted your head in dismay. "Okay. Should I say keep in touch or would that be too ironic?"

He scoffed first, but then sighed. "Maybe one day."

With that, he disappeared. Not a word more, not a word less.

"Maybe," you whispered into the night — alone, full of guilt and just a little heartbroken.

#regulus black x reader #regulus x reader #regulus x you #regulus black angst #regulus x y/n #fanfiction #astoria writes #friends to lovers

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siriusblack-the-third · 5 months

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Headcanons for Sirius black?

YES YOU CAN HAVE THEM

Smart. Like, really fucking smart.

Has silver eyes. Not grey. It's the brightest hue of silver you have ever seen, and he has this habit of staring straight into your eyes that makes him absolutely terrifying.

Intimidating as fuck. He's six foot four and built like a fucking tank, and has the most intense Resting Bitch Face™ ever. People literally scramble to get out of his way when he's walking down a corridor.

French. I know I've posted about Indian Black Family, but I have a soft spot for French Sirius.

Has the best poker face ever. The only time you will see him fazed is when James is hurt, insulted, or in danger. The whole school learnt very quickly (as early as the marauders' second year, in fact) that going after James is a Bad Idea™. Sirius could and would kill them slowly and painfully if they dared.

Gets annoyed easily, but almost never gets angry. He's scared of his own anger, because it's so similar to his mother, and the only times he has ever gotten truly angry was once when he saw Regulus being tortured by Walburga and the second time at Peter on the Samhain of 1981.

The exact opposite of reckless. Contrary to popular belief, he hates jumping into situations before thinking shit through, and has stopped James from making impulsive decisions way too many times to count. Even when people think he's being reckless, he knows exactly what the fuck he's doing, what the consequences are going to be, and how to deal with said consequences.

Wears black and emerald green the most, but also likes sea/sapphire blue shades. Surprisingly, he hates wearing red, because the colour reminds him of the deep red velvet drapes and cushions in Walburga's room.

Plays the violin, and enjoys it. He's good at it, too. At Hogwarts, people will form a silent gathering in the common room to listen to him as he plays in his empty dorm. It's become a thing. Everyone thinks Sirius doesn't know,but James told him the first time it happened. Sometimes, he plays on the first day of school after the summer, winter or Easter holidays, as a form of comfort to the children who don't really feel at home in their own houses.

Absurdly competent. He's outstanding at everything, even if he doesn't work at it— one of those people who don't need to work to get excellent results. James is the same, and it annoys the fuck out of Remus and Peter, but they help everyone out with schoolwork a lot so nobody actually has too many negative feelings about it (ahem- except for one Severus Snape)

N E R D. Seriously. Will talk nerdy shit with James for hours on end, because both of them are Nerds™. I will die on the hill of Nerd!Sirius Black, and your opinion is invalid if it's not the same as mine bc my opinion is actually canon I don't make the rules.

Long, wavy hair. He had short hair up until the end of fourth year, but then puberty hit and he realised long hair went better with his developing features. Makes him look so much like his grandfather that he has been mistaken for Arcturus several times.

School heartthrob, but didn't actually date anyone/have sex with anyone in school. He found out he was on the ace spectrum in fifth year because asked James to kiss him. He liked it, but the thought of going further didn't excite him like he thought it would. So he asked Marlene, and the outcome was the same.

Biromantic. Sex positive asexual.

No man at Hogwarts is straight, simply because of him. He's ridiculously handsome, and has people fawning over him and falling over these to get into his good books. Unfortunately for them, Sirius knows the names of like seven people out of the four thousand students that attend Hogwarts during his school career, and can't be bothered to remember the names or features of the rest of them.

Rude but polite, if ykwim? Gets called mean a lot, but argues that rudeness is not the same as mean. Rude is when you can't be bothered with pleasantries, he says, and mean is when you're cruel just for the sake of being cruel.

Him not being mean does not negate the fact that his cruel streak is wider and deeper than the Grand motherfucking Canyon. He has a particular talent for weeding out your insecurities, and will not hesitate to use them against you if you piss him off too much.

Prefers verbal sparring rather than a duel, but any fight he gets into, he wins. He has both intelligent quips and powerful magic up his sleeves and he will use them to his advantage if need be.

Absolutely loves mint dark chocolate, for some odd fucking reason. James and Peter always give him shit for it, and he always laughs in their faces before taking an even bigger bite out of the bar.

Nobody knows how many languages he speaks. So far, people have heard him speak English, French, Ancient Greek, Old Norse, Gaelic, Latin and Italian. James gets asked the question "how many languages does your best mate speak?" and he breaks into silly giggles. Refuses to tell the answer, says he likes to keep people on their toes. (Sirius speaks nine languages.)

Wears eyeliner sometimes. It's bold and winged and perfectly done, and has caused multiple fainting incidents because of the way it makes his silver eyes stand out even more than they already do. He says it makes him feel powerful when his eyeliner is perfect, and James answers that he is more than powerful enough, he doesn't need any more.

#sirius black #sirius black headcanon #sirius black headcanons #please do not tag w*lfstar #james potter #marauders ear #harry potter marauders #marauders #james and sirius #sirius orion black

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morganalatina21 · 1 year

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Manipulating Death: Chapter Ten

Series Summary: When Harry discovers he has a twin sister that was hiding for years, he wants to know all about her, specially about her ability to bring people back to life.

a/n: I'm sorry it took me so long to post this one, I was trying to make it longer bc I intend to add a big time break next chapter and I needed everything to be in place, hope u enjoy it :)))

(Also, english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry in advance lol)

Last Chapter | Masterlist

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Pain.

That's all she felt.

Everywhere. Every single inch of her body was hovering and turning in pain.

Excruciating and extended.

Her eyes were blurry and took a long time to focus, and even a longer to realize where she was. The basement of her house.

And that sad figure on the stairs certainly was Sirius Black.

Felt like her brain got flipped, like someone stole and juggled around with it just to return it shaky and scared. The last thing she remembered was Regulus, standing right where his brother is, pulling her closer and closer to the living world.

Fuck, she was back.

"Holy smokes." The man said, crawling closer and closer to her, wand in hand just in case. "Are you really...?"

She blinked her eyes at him, trying to move the lips but feeling the throat ache like she just swallowed a cup of sand and glass.

"That's insane!" He shouted, a small smile on his lips. "But that's like... the eighth most insane thing that I've seen this last weeks."

The jokes were made to stop the tears from falling even though she could notice how his eyes sparkled.

Y/n was alive once more, he hadn't disappointed James and Lily again.

"Hold still, I'll grab you a cup of water." He mumbled just above a breath, and stood up, running to the kitchen. "Here ya go, mini Evans."

Pushing the liquid down her throat, she felt it burning like firewhiskey. Merlin, that hurt.

"Where's.... Reggie?" She whispered, voice breaking and exploding into coughing just as she finished her sentence. "He was here."

"He went back to the house, couldn't bare to look at you any longer." He told, caressing her hair as it slowly gained a little more color. "I said I'd stay behind to take care of your body until he was ready to give you a funeral. I offered to clean the house but he declined."

Of course he would, she thought, Regulus hated when things weren't adjusted his way. When they started living together, he finally had some control of what his house could look like and he wasn't ready to give it up.

His speech.

How he felt for her, even almost made her not regret kissing him the last time they saw each other.

"Take me to him." She pleaded, feeling her bones ache and flesh twist inside her body. "I need Reggie."

"I know you two have this really complicated relationship and shit, but right now you need to rest." He mocked, shaking his head no, like an old father who knew his kid was in love.

"Padfoot." Y/n called sternly, dropping his act. "Do you know anything about resurrecting someone? No. And I don't have strength on my own. If he finds out I came back but re-died because you didn't apparate with me, he'll murder you."

Hell, she was right.

"We'll grab the potions needed and you'll take me to him." She instructed. "Right now, we're both serious."

He choked in a laugh, looking at her in shock that she'd make that joke right now.

But he had to admit, on his early years in Hogwarts he'd tell that joke and its variants all the time, so much the marauders and the girls would already anticipate them.

And for just a moment, Sirius saw James' eyes instead of hers.

Shrugging it off, he pulled her arm above his head and helped feet after feet going upstairs, wanting to get out of there but also not forcing her in case she wasn't strong enough.

But oh boy, she was.

"Take that drawer." Y/n instructed, nodding towards the same furniture she asked Remus a couple nights ago. "And those papers and books, you can put it here." She said, opening a small backpack that was hidden under the coffee table. "It's for emergencies." She whispered upon seeing his gaze.

"Alright, what else do we need?"

The girl didn't answer, holding herself on the back rest of the biggest chair in the living room, shaky fingers gripping into the wood like her life depended on it.

Instead, she opted to whistle a light melody, looking at the main door, open wide due to the Death Eaters' forced entrance.

Sirius was starting at her like she just punched him in the face, asking what was wrong with her.

But he was surprised when two possessors came barging in, following the sound that came out of her lips.

She opened up the backpack and held it with both hands, her back pressed firmly against the wall for security.

The possessor didn't even hesitate to enter it, making their figures smaller and smaller to fit the tiny hole.

"What the..."

The biggest was Regulus' possessor, the one she ran after for the entire city they lived in two and a half years ago.

It's eyes found her pupils, just like the day she won his confidence, after two weeks of fighting each other through the streets.

Suffice to say, Regulus was less than pleased to see that thing once she came home with it, it was much bigger than the ones lying in the basement and stared holes in his face, desesperately wanting to possess his body once again.

The smaller was Luna's possessor, it was way shorter and it's eyes weren't in the slightest scary. That girl wouldn't take long to surpass the layers of the death world, so there wasn't that much work to do.

Once both were nice and organized in the backpack with the other supplies, she handed it over to Sirius.

"Ouch!" He yelled, feeling his head hit the ground and hands twist as soon as she let go of the bag.

"Careful, it's heavy." Her hoarse voice announced, almost giggling.

"Oh is it? I didn't notice!" He responded, forcing himself up and throwing the heavy backpack over his shoulder. "Anything else m'lady?"

Her eyes darted around, staring at every corner of that house, knowing she'd miss it so badly.

"Regulus already took a lot of your things, before you ask." Sirius groaned. "Like the hairbrush, the necklace and the tiara. He said you'd probably want to be buried with them."

The tiara, part of the costume Remus and Sirius got her for Halloween, the one that James died next to.

The younger Black was right. She wanted to be buried with those her whole life, but now maybe she'd give Harry the hairbrush, he had so little from their parents.

"Then that's all." She nodded, the feeling of missing it already shaking her body.

She'd miss waking up to find Regulus in the kitchen, hair pulled back in a small bun with teapot and two teacups on his hands.

Would certainly miss how they'd always want to move the furniture around the room without magic, and always ended up on the floor exhausted.

How sometimes they would feed the possessors like they were dogs.

How Regulus would always say he wanted a cat, and she'd tell him it would leave fur all around the house and he'd go mental with the animal.

That's when she realized.

Sure the house was a big part of her.

But what she missed really was him.

That obnoxiously intelligent man, she loved to mess with. She loved to see him.

She loved him.

And after literally dying, she was ready to admit that. But not to him, never.

To herself.

She could now accept the fact that the long stares when she looked at him, how she fell asleep in his arms every night, led to her feeling that way.

And it was fine.

What was not fine however was the turning and circling in her stomach when they landed right in front of the Order's house.

Her vision was so blurry she could barely see the doorknob Sirius was turning and pushing their way inside.

The Black had to hold her weight by the elbows at the mere sensation she'd fall.

He tried his best not to announce to the painting of his mother that they were back, it would be a catastrophic disaster.

"Regulus is on his bedroom, last door to the left." He instructed, helping to stand on the stairs while turning around to meet his cousin Tonks.

Y/n walked like an animal, with hand and knees, groaning in pain as it felt burning every inch of her skin.

She struggled all the path to the door Sirius mentioned, hearing him downstairs answer the girl's questions to make sure he wasn't a Death Eater.

Without any forces to get up or reach for the doorknob, she just banned slightly on his door.

No response.

Once again, she knocks three times, leaving her hand to rest on the wood, hoping for him to open soon before she passed out, backpack aching on her shoulders.

With a smooth crack, a house elf stood in front of her, his eyes held even more than just disgust.

"Master Regulus don't want to be bothered." He announced, sounding more like a threat. "And he ordered me to petrificate anyone who's behind the door if they try again."

Scoffing, she held tight to the fabric of her pants to stop her fingers from shaking. "That's very you, Reggie."

Before Y/n even blinked, the door was swung open and her numb body fell to his feet.

"For the love of Merlin." The man muttered, kneeling in front of her and grabbing those shaky cheeks, staring intensely at her eyes. "Y/n?"

"I found you once, and then did it again." She concluded, a breaking smile appearing.

Exactly what she promised she'd do, and tears welled up on his eyes before pulling her in for a tight hug.

His hands wandered around, her hair, her cheeks, her arms, all the way down to her trembling knees.

"How?!? I- I saw..."

"I was in the first layer." The Potter answered, being pulled inside by the man.

"All this time?"

"Well, you waited for me all this time."

Regulus positioned her on the bed, placing two pillows behind her head to make it more comfortable and started opening the backpack, holding her hand the entire time.

The possessors jumped out of it, looking around the house and feeling excited with the air of trauma and pain all around, running in circles around his room.

"Kreacher, can you fetch something for them to eat?" He asked quickly, unscrewing the top of a bottle and lining it up on her lips.

"Fuck this tastes awful."

"I know. I've been there."

The girl lightly mocked his comment but smiled big after it.

Regulus was so focused on taking care of Y/n, turning potions down her throat as he saw her doing so many times before, he didn't even noticed Sirius figure peeking from the door, Remus right next to him.

Both men stared at their interactions, how the Black had a faint smile on his lips after so many nights of dark stares and sad tears.

Sirius tapped Lupin's shoulder, indicating their hands enlaced together with a smile so wide. The werewolf smiled too, seeing how Y/n looked at him adorably.

And they dared to deny they're in love! They thought, shaking heads together.

Stepping out, they closed the door to give them some privacy and some alone time, knowing damn well Harry would wake up in the morning and want to spend time with his sister.

Not to mention the insane amount of questions the others would have.

A few minutes later, he fed her the last potion needed for now, eyes and face with a lot more color and it didn't seem to hurt her to breath for so long.

"Kreacher, I want you to meet her properly." Regulus called, welcoming the elf closer to them. "This is Y/n Potter, she's Harry's twin. And the one that brought me back to life."

His eyes went big, taking over his entire scrunched up face and he bowed to her. "I am eternally grateful for bringing Master Regulus back."

"Well, he brought me back too, so I guess we're even now."

We are far from it, the Black thought but decided to stay shut about.

"You need to rest now." He informed, pulling her knees so she'd be fully laying down. "Hell no." Regulus ordered, standing up and letting go of her hands for just a bit, grabbing something on his drawers.

He came back in less than two seconds, grabbing her by the calf and shoving a sock on her foot, doing the exact same with the other one, mumbling curse words in french the entire time.

"Are your trying to convert me, Black?" She asked, a smug smile on her face when she looked at her feet now covered with wool socks in the Slytherin colors. "I see your second intentions."

"You just look pretty in green." He shrugged, trying not to make it obvious he wanted to see her with the colors of his house.

"Sure, of course I'll believe that, Slytherin Prince."

"Fine, if you don't want them..."

"No!" She fought, taking her feet away from his lap. "They're comfy." Regulus rolled his eyes. "Come on, we have to sleep. Wanna be the small spoon?" She suggested, smiling at him and already turning to be on her side.

"I have a better idea."

With a tight grip, he rolled her around to be chest up once again, spreading her legs a little in a motion that made her heart run circles inside her chest.

The Black made his way to be on top of her, between her legs, to which she squirmed a little bit, a chill spreading down her spine.

He lied all his weight on her, adjusting himself in a way his head would be placed on her chest, hearing the heartbeats.

"Relax, everything is fine now." Regulus said, noticing how quick paced they were. "I'll be here if you have any nightmares."

He nuzzle against her body, not moving his head once, wanting to make sure she was there.

Alive.

With the man she was in love with holding her tight, between her legs and head so close to her breasts, it was hard to relax. But she forced herself to, falling asleep like that, close to her loved one and the possessors guarding their sleep.

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"Y/n?"

She woke up, startled, breath hitching on her throat. Regulus was hovering over her.

"Which one was it?"

The Potter felt confused for just a moment, but noticed what he was talking about. She was squirming on her sleep and heartbeat so fast like a rat's heart.

He thought she was having a nightmare.

"Uh the- the one with Abby." She lied, breathing in and out. "But it's fine now, don't worry."

"Are you really?"

Opting for nodding instead of saying it, a bad sensation of thirst in her throat.

"I'm glad. Stay here, I'll bring you breakfast."

He quickly leaned in, leaving a gentle peck on her lips and getting up.

"Oh... oh, uh- oookay." She answered as he left the bedroom, leaving behind a very confused Y/n, with possessor who groaned something to her. "Oh shut it, you two." She grunted, trying to not make her smile so wide.

With two fingers, she pinched herself, making sure it wasn't a dream. But it happened the she was wide awake.

When he came back, a few minutes later, with her favorite breakfast in hands, she decided not to address it. He made it look so casual, as if they were doing this for years so she decided to leave it like that.

Sitting on the bed, back pushed to the headboard, she took in the breakfast, with Regulus lying his head on her thighs and staring at her the whole time.

"Are you sure you're fine?" She asked after swallowing the drink. "You haven't asked me anything yet."

"Because you won't know peace once those kids wake up." He replied, drawing shapes in the fabric of her pants. "Specially those two your brother calls best friends, I was one second away of cursing them."

"You be nice!" She averted, finger pointing at him. "You weren't any better, bombing me with questions every two minutes."

"That's totally different."

She laughed, taking the reforce potion with the rest of the meal.

They just kept in silence for a few minutes, enjoying each other's presence in the warmest way possible. Once again, just the two of them. How it has always been. How Regulus wanted it to be forever.

When the conversation outside started to get more and more crowded, the Black decided to call Harry.

Everyone noticed the sudden change of mood in the heir's movement, looking a lot more light and like a gentleman in the 1800s instead of a bloody vigilante assassin.

So for that, Harry was more than suspicious and refused to go upstairs.

"You're acting weird." The boy pointed. "And nothing changed, so I'm sorry if I don't trust you like she did."

"I'm sorry to break it to ya." The voice on the stairs said, attracting everyone attention. "But we've been kind of a package deal for the last years, so he's like this personalized keychange that comes with me, no refunds."

She was holding herself tightly to the handrail and using the biggest possessor as a support.

Regulus immediately held his hand out, being her new crutch despite rolling eyes at how she described him.

"A blood traitor! Regulus how could you?" The portrait of Walburga shouted, muffled because it was facing the wall but still making itself present. "Do you have any idea what we have done for you, just so you could come back and stab us with-"

They couldn't hear anything in a second, and all eyes turned to Sirius, but he was just as astonished.

"I didn't came back to hear mother scream at me again." The younger Black answered, making his brother's eyes sparkle looking at him.

"I'm so proud... Group hug?"

"Lay one finger on me and I'll snap all of your bones in half."

Y/n mouthed something like "He won't" without any sound, knowing Regulus enjoyed this powerful dark face he had.

"I'll take a family hug." She said, removing the hand from the possessor and reaching out for her brother, who immediately ran across the living room to get to her.

They embraced each other so hard the girl felt her bones aching, and held in a huff, just glad she was one again with her twin.

"I thought I lost you." Harry whispered, body shaking from falling tears.

"I never leave my family behind."

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🚨CALLING ALL BYLER TRUTHERS THIS IS EXTREMELY IMPORTANT!!!!!!🚨

i literally have not posted in months because i've been EXTREMELY busy preparing for college, but things have calmed down a bit so i'm making time for some good old byler

now i don't know how many of you were involved in byler twt in august-september of 2022 but there were a couple of huge theories that are still talked about today

the ones i'm gonna be talking about in this post are:

birthday gate

will byers/harry potter parallel

will and mike teaming up in s5 & getting stuck in the upside down

if you don't know what birthday gate is, you've been living under a rock, but to summarize:

in s4 when el is being bullied by angela and the other kids at the skating rink, there's brief clips of the scene through a retro handheld camera with the date in the corner. the date in that scene is march 22nd, 1986.

march 22nd is wills birthday. we know that because in s2 when will is possessed by the mike flayer, joyce attempts to bring him back by asking him if he knows what march 22nd is; his birthday.

that would mean that the day when mike, will, and el go the roller rink is will's birthday—and no body, not even joyce or jonathan, mention it. the duffers said that it was an accident and they haven't watched s2 in years. this is complete horseshit. there are several direct references to s2 in s4, such as max saying "that's presumptuous of you" to lucas just like she did in s2. also,

idk about you but REALLY seems like they're teasing us about his birthday not really being forgotten.

there's several other theories about what this means but the most popular is that vecna has taken the other's memories about will to target him and make him feel like no one cares about him. all of vecna's victims are carrying some sort of trauma, and he can only target them when they're emotionally vulnerable. why is he targeting will? that's a whole nother rabbit hole.

this is where the harry potter theory becomes relevant.

i don't know where the picture is but the duffers posted their inspo board for s4 and there's a shit load of movies and tv shows, including harry potter and the chamber of secrets.

there's a shit ton of parallels that i won't get into, except these:

(all of these harry potter plot points are in both the book and the movie)

in chapter one of chamber of secrets, harry is sad and angry because it's his 12th birthday and no one remembered. the dursley's have never acknowledged his birthday, but he expected ron and hermione, his new best friends, to send him letters like they promised, but they haven't. not only did he get none on his birthday, he's gotten none all summer.

sound familiar?

if birthdaygate is true, this is an obvious parallel. will's birthday was also forgotten and it makes him sad. however, in chamber of secrets, it's revealed by dobby that ron and hermione have been sending letters all summer—but dobby stole them so that harry would think no one liked him and he wouldn't go back to hogwarts. some people think that vecna could be paralleling dobby as he took the others memories of wills birthday. but since i'm a byler loser, i wanna talk about this: there's another theory that mike was actually trying to call will awhile they were apart, but the phone was always on hold because of joyce's telemarketing job. wills thinks mike doesn't care about him, but mike was really trying to reach him the whole time. i made a post about this that's pinned on my account, feel free to read and come back

there was another theory on byler twt/tiktok that will and jonathan will move into the wheeler's basement since they're back in hawkins with no house. this was just supposed to be a fun 'what if', but i realized that this could also parallel chamber of secrets.

ron weasley realizes that something must be wrong since harry hasn't written back all summer. he and his brothers take their dads enchanted flying car to rescue harry from the dursley's. after that, harry stays with the weasley's for the rest of the summer. in the movie it's only like a day or two, but in the books it's about a month. if will byers moves into mike wheeler's basement i'm going to lose my shit.

here's where it gets fucking crazy

when september first hits in the camber of secrets, harry and the weasleys go to king's cross train station to go to platform 9 3/4 where the hogwarts express is waiting. ron's parents and siblings go through first, then harry and ron. well, ron and harrry try, but they just run into the wall. the platform is closed and they're stuck on the other side.

HELLO???????? WILL AND MIKE ARE GOING TO BE STUCK IN THE UPSIDE DOWN FUCKING CONFIRMED

ron and harry stupidly decide to take the flying car to get to school instead and catch up with the train, which ends in a bit of a disaster (they crash into the womping willow).

this could play out in s5 in a lot of different ways, but here's my theory

maybe all of the gang will be in the upside down for some reason and mike and will are left behind. this is really interesting if vecna is actually paralleling dobby, because dobby is the one who closed off the platform. there's a theory that vecna is targeting mike as well because he knows mike makes will the happiest. maybe he traps them both in the upside down to take out mike first. or maybe, like dobby, mike (ron) is trapped by accident. i also think it makes sense that mike and will being in the upside down would parallel ron and harry flying next to the train. in stranger things we all know that the upside down looks like hawkins, but isn't. there are several times that we see characters in the upside down communicate and work together with characters in the real world.

do you see what i mean about it just making sense? mike and will in the UD working together with the others in the real world to get to the same place or goal, just like ron and harry got to hogwarts with the others on the train, just in a different way.

anyways i'm losing my fucking mind byler is endgame

also, the duffers are rarry shippers CONFIRMED

#byler #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things #byler endgame #byler nation #harry potter #harry potter and the chamber of secrets #parallels #stranger things parallels #stranger things theory #byler theory

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Character Essay: Snape

So, there are some characters that I have feelings about. Like, that I can see what the author was trying to do with them, but I also just... think they failed.

Unsurprisingly, two of these characters have to do with Harry Potter. Severus Snape, and Albus Dumbledore.

Yes, I know, J.K. Rowling is a terrible person and a TERF. But this is still something I wanna write about. And this is my blog. So... yeah. The Albus Dumbledore post might come later.

So, Severus Snape.

I’m gonna break this down into 3 big issues I have with the character. Which does definitely call into question the way Snape was written. And I'll even put it under a read more so any people who are pro-Snape for whatever reason don't have to read any further.

And yeah, this isn't going to be nice to Snape. Like, I've said it before, and I'll say it again, Albus Severus Potter should have been named Rubeus Remus. It is actually kind of a crime that he never named a child for Hagrid, considering Hagrid was literally the first person who was nice to him and introduced him to the Wizarding World. But I digress, let's get to the main subject of this essay.

1. Treatment of Students

We know why Snape treats Harry like shit. It doesn't make it ok, but I wanna talk about other students. Disregarding the favouritism towards his own house, we already come across a huge problem, that is also a problem with Dumbledore as well...

Snape's an abusive teacher.

Even if we disregard Snape's treatment of Harry, we have how he treats students like Neville, and insults leveled at students not within his house. Even the best Hermione, who is basically as close to a perfect student as we get, is simply ignored and passed over without a comment, and Neville... Hoo boy.

Like, I don't know the specific guidelines teachers are given that they're not allowed to cross, but Snape breaks almost all of them. Insults and abuse are hurled towards Neville constantly, even when he's in other classes, like him insulting Neville right in front of Lupin. And while I do like Lupin... Lupin just smiles at it. Nothing ever happens. Snape apparently never even gets told off about abusing his students. Hell, he yells at Hermione and Harry in front of the Minister for Magic in the 3rd book, and Fudge, while surprised, does nothing about it other than trying to calm Snape down.

Like, is abuse just... not a thing in the Wizarding World? This comes up in my thoughts about Dumbledore as well, beyond this, but...

If Snape was a teacher anywhere else, he would have been fired. Like, immediately. But he's just allowed to do so. Like, the closest thing to punishment he gets is that he's not allowed to teach Defence of the Dark arts until Harry's 6th year.

And just so we know this isn't the norm, let's look at another teacher... Minerva McGonagall.

She is the head of Gryffindor House (although I still think she should be a Ravenclaw. As should Hermione. BUT ANYWAY) but she does not favour her house. Excluding Quidditch, in which she supports her House's team, but that's a different thing, that's fine. Whereas Snape has probably never taken so much as a single point from Slytherin, she was responsible for the largest amount of points taken from Harry at one time, if I'm right. If not the largest amount, certainly the largest amount of points taken in the first book. She is also strict, but is also shown to be fair, and will compliment a student and praise them if they do well. She praises Hermione in their first class, because while Hermione did not entirely succeed, she did show godd progress for her first try. And while we do not see her compliment a student from another House, it can be assumed that it does happen.

This is how a teacher SHOULD be. They are there to nurture students, teach them, not abuse them and play favourites.

There are other teachers in Hogwarts, but Snape is the main one who abuses them. A case could be made for Barty Crouch (disguised as Mad-Eye Moody) abusing them, by putting them under the Imperius Curse) but considering he was a Death Eater, and was apparently doing it because Dumbledore wanted him to, we'll just... ignore him. I don't think it's too far from what Moody would actually do, although I don't like to think of Moody as abusive.

But yeah, Snape is very abusive of his students, to the point that the most positive thing he can really do towards a student that isn't from Slytherin is ignore them or say nothing. And abuse is a really fucking bad thing, in case you didn't know.

Let's move onto the next topic...

2. His 'love' of Lily Evans

Yeah, I put the love in quotation marks. Mainly because it... doesn't really read that much like love to me. I am aromantic, so that might have SOMETHING to do with it, but...

It just comes off more as a creepy sort of obsession than anything else. An obsession deep enough for him to have a doe as a patronus.

Like... let's start from the beginning. The first time we see Snape and Lily, Snape is spying on her and it's implied that he's been doing so for a little bit. Even though they're just kids, I'm pretty sure that counts as stalking. And then he makes a branch fall on Petunia when she insults them, which could have seriously injured her, depending on the size of the branch and where it hit her. It was enough to make Petunia cry at the least when it hit her shoulder.

Snape also encouraged Lily to steal letters from her sister and read them, when they found out that Petunia had written to Hogwarts. Although I guess that doesn't really come into the subject of his 'love' for Lily.

We also see that Snape is very... racist, I guess? Does the whole blood thing count as racist? Calling Lily a Mudblood, and then when he tries to apologise he can't even deny that if it was anyone but her, he would not apologise for it. So basically having different rules for her, which I guess could come into a love thing but the fact that he calls muggleborns Mudblood and yet 'loves' one comes out as... kinda fetishistic to me, I'm not gonna lie.

In the books we also have him desperate to protect her from Voldemort, crying when she's dead... And yet despite that, he is horribly abusive to her son, just because he looks like his father. And yet he does say that he wants to keep him safe, angry at Dumbledore when he finds out they've basically been raising him like a lamb to the slaughter. So apparently he's fine with possibly mentally scarring Harry, but killing him? Oh, that's just totally unforgivable!

You can point out various things across the books that Snape has done for Harry, but that doesn't change the fact that Snape is INCREDIBLY abusive to Harry, even moreso than he is to other students.

And then we have him taking part of Lily's letter, just because it had her signiture, and part of the photo that showed her in it, which just... always struck me as creepy. Stalker-ish. I dunno how to explain it any better than that.

And then, we have absolutely the creepiest part... him wanting Harry to look at him as he dies. Just so he can pretend that he's looking into Lily's eyes, probably. Which... yeah, that's just super creepy.

Like, I honestly cannot see it as romance at all. It just comes off as Snape having an obsession. It's even worse in the movies where he is shown cradling Lily's dead body against him and crying. Which normally wouldn't be that bad but with everything else on top of that... yeah.

This does bring us onto the last subject...

3. Snape's 'Redemption'

Snape's redemption is supposed to happen after his death. Here's the problem... he's one of the main examples about why J.K. is very poor when it comes to redeeming characters. Like, Draco could have been set up for a redemption, but he wasn't, as were his parents. Snape was set up for a redemption... and J.K. seems to think it was enough?

So, the main thing that is supposed to redeem Snape, that is meant to make us think he's ok... is showing us his past with Lily, and various discussions with Dumbledore. The whole sequence is for exposition and to try and make us think Snape is a good guy because he 'loved' Lily, and that was his motivation for everything good he did. Which, again, comes off as pretty obsessive.

Here's the thing though...

Snape abused Harry for 6 years of his life. He made Draco set a snake on him in his second year. He repeatedly broke into Harry's mind which seemed to end up having the opposite effect that Dumbledore wanted. Dumbledore even basically admits as much, saying that Snape was a poor choice for it, that he had hoped Snape would be able to see past his hatred of Harry's father. He refused to listen to anyone when it came to Sirius, refusing the possibility that Sirius might be innocent (until Dumbledore talked to him about it, probably), outed a colleague as a werewolf, which, considering the allergory J.K. was aiming for, was like outing a gay man, and made him resign from his job because he knew student's parents would be writing in to complain about it, so it essentially cost Lupin a job, which as we know, is already something that werewolves had problems with.

I do have issues with J.K.'s allergory of werewolves as homosexuals... but let's just say that one of the most notable werewolves, after Remus, was known for attacking and 'turning' children and leave it at that. It's not relevant to the topic at hand anyway.

Showing us that Snape did some things right, and that he 'loved' Lily... like, let's pretend that he did love Lily for a moment, and that it wasn't a creepy obsession.

... That still doesn't excuse the shit he did. It doesn't excuse the abuse at all. It doesn't redeem him from being a Death Eater. His only reason for wanting to save the Potter family was Lily.

Saving Harry's life in the first year by countering Quirrell's curse, and then acting as referee in the next match to protect Harry? That doesn't redeem the abuse that he inflicted upon Harry in the first year, let alone the rest of it.

Let's assume he had the best intentions in Prisoner of Azkaban, and he was interested in rescuing Harry, Ron and Hermione from Sirius. Although that is a HUGE assumption, all things considered... still doesn't redeem him.

Checking that Sirius was indeed at headquarters and then alerting them that Harry had gone to the Department of Mysteries to try and save Sirius when Sirius wasn't even there? Still doesn't redeem him.

None of the good things Snape does redeems him for the abuse he inflicted upon his students and especially Harry and Neville, and his love for Lily reads more like a creepy obsession.

J.K. tried to redeem Snape... and absolutely failed. Sometimes when you write a character, you need more than a single chapter to redeem them.

I'm not even sure if Snape was redeemable at all. Abusing children is a pretty fucking terrible thing. And I don't think it's even me being biased for being abused by a teacher, it's just unacceptable.

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Terrible Fic Idea #76: The Old Guard, but make it Harry Potter

I've read a lot of Master of Death!Harry Potter fics over the years and one thing that struck me is how so many of the canon MoD tropes - never aging, inability to stay dead - also can be said for The Old Guard's flavor of immortality. So I thought, why not?

Or: What if Harry Potter was raised by The Old Guard?

Just imagine it:

Six months after Merrick, on the night of 31 October, 2019, The Old Guard is woken by dreams of Voldemort killing the Potter Family.

The Guard are not unaware of magic - it's their running theory that something about their magic turning inwards at the time of their first death causes their immortality, rendering them near-squibs who cannot age or die - but they live very much on the fringes of the magical world. And even then most of their contact is with the goblin nation, who couldn't care less about wizards. So it takes some time for them to realize what and who and where.

Their search is not helped by the fact that the child they come to realize is the new immortal is largely kept in a cupboard and rarely allowed to leave the house, rendering them only the tiniest of dream details to search with. They finally manage to track down Harry a year before he's due to start primary school, c. late 2022-early 2023.

Everyone is confused as to why the immortal Harry Potter is aging - and he's very clearly immortal, having survived both the Killing Curse and the Dursley's neglect - but figure he'll stop aging once he reaches adulthood. Which is good, because none of them had any idea what they'd do with an immortal toddler.

Joe and Nicky raise Harry, who is rechristened Hari al-Kaysani after it wins the vote. Harry Potter disappears from the Hogwarts Book of Names, but since only the incoming first year names are readable at any given time, no one notices for years.

(This is helped by Mrs. Figg being conveniently away on holiday when the Dursley's are found neatly murdered in their bed. Dudley is left with most of his memory wiped at a hospital in Plymouth, is taken into foster care, and is eventually adopted by a nice elderly couple. He takes over their antique restoration business when they retire - and is very surprised when the children he and his partner have via surrogate have magic.)

And so it is a very different Hari who attends Hogwarts in 2029 - still a little marked from his childhood traumas, but with a loving, supportive family who have taught him to do no harm but take no shit. His humor is perhaps more morbid than the average 11 year old's, but he is kind and stubborn and has a sense of justice that could double as a knife. He is, naturally, a Hufflepuff.

Hari's school years largely follow canon in plot, if not followthrough. As no one makes the connection between Harry Potter - portrayed in media as an Anglo Gryffindor child savior - and Hari al-Kaysani - hard-working international desi student - he's largely separate from what drama still exists.

First year has the school in a tizzy over Harry Potter's "disappearance", with a few details re: his placement at the Dursley's coming to light in the papers. All this largely passes Hari by until Quirrel decides to kidnap him to use to get past the Mirror. This goes as well as canon, with Hari having to kill Quirrel - and dying himself for the first time since his adoption. His parents are livid and threaten to pull him from Hogwarts unless safety measures improve.

Second year has the petrifications, which Hari doesn't mention to his family, wanting to stay at Hogwarts. This backfires on him when he more or less is dragged into the Chamber by a bewitched Ginny and ends up killing the basilisk. And dying again. Hari exits the Chamber to find his family in full battle gear, preparing to rescue him - and gets the lecture of his life. As does Dumbledore, for being even more careless with student safety. And Ginny, for writing in a cursed book.

This is also when Dumbledore starts to suspect Hari is Harry Potter and adjusts his plans accordingly.

Third year is fairly quiet despite Sirius' breakout. Most of the drama occurs outside the school.

Nicky, having managed to leverage the danger Hari has been in the last two years into a seat on the Hogwarts board of governors, starts ruthlessly pushing for a reform of Hogwarts' security measures and bylaws. He not only manages to block Dementors from Hogwarts, but get most of his concerns addressed. It is one his ward updates which identifies both Sirius and Wormtail on the school grounds. Both get their trials, with Sirius going free and Wormtail being imprisoned.

Nicky manages to use this and his family name to gain a seat on the Wizengamot, which Joe takes up with a more subtle brand of ruthlessness that have all involved ruing the day they agreed to it.

Fourth year goes well, until the Goblet names "Harry Potter" as the fourth champion. As magic is about intent, it doesn't matter that Hari has never thought of himself by that name - he hadn't known his name at all at the Dursleys - the fact that the person who entered him intended for The Boy-Who-Lived to compete in the Tournament and Hari once defeated Voldemort is enough for the Goblet.

Despite Nicky and Joe's best attempts, Hari is still forced to compete. As a result Andy takes up residence at the school as "headmistress" of Hari's unnamed fourth school and makes life a pain for certain responsible parties.

This leads to a lot of drama involving several people being angry he "disguised" himself to attend Hogwarts, "lied" to them about who he was, and/or failed to live up to their expectations. The most drama should come from Sirius, who is angry Hari "hid" from him after his trial.

The Third Task ends as with canon - but with Voldie a little less snakelike and a little more rational, thanks to the immortality in Hari's blood. (And Andy, ever suspicious, manages to catch out fake Moody and reveals him far more publicly, in a way Fudge can't deny.)

Fifth Year goes better than canon. Thanks to Andy capturing Crouch, the public is aware someone tried to revive Voldie. Most believe they failed and it's a fake wandering around causing chaos, but at least they're somewhat aware of the danger.

Fudge is ousted from office, Andy is put in place as the new DADA teacher, and Dumbledore slowly tries to rope Hari back into his schemes, not realizing the Horcrux in him died with Hari during his second death (age 24 months, the Dursley's having left him locked in a hot car) - indeed having no idea of Hari's immortality at all.

The more Dumbledore tries to groom Hari, the more his family makes life difficult for the Headmaster. This should include Booker publishing a better researched, less sensational version of Rita's biography - which has Dumbledore sacked from all his positions but headmaster, though not for lack of trying.

The Guard spends most of the year trying to figure out how Voldie achieved his immortality and what his Horcruxes might be. The Order continues their ineffective business with the prophesy, leading to a big battle in the Ministry in which no children take part but several order members are killed, including Sirius.

Hari, despite never having been close to his godfather in this AU, inherits all - including the Locket.

Sixth Year has Dumbledore try to pull Hari in to private lessons, which is parents refuse to allow. The Guard quietly finds and destroys all the remaining Horcruxes save Nagini - and the ring, which Dumbledore found first. Snape kills a dying Dumbledore at his request when the Death Eaters attack the school at the end of the year... while on the grounds Nile kills a snake and Andy beheads a newly-mortal Voldemort with her labrys.

As the public believe this Voldemort is a pretender, this only gets them limited fame. Which is better for all involved.

(Snape escapes Azkaban only by sharing his memories of Dumbledore's death at his trial, but is asked not to return to Hogwarts.)

Seventh Year is a normal school year, with the adults mopping up Death Eaters on the outside - until the very end of the year, when a rogue Voldemort supporter AKs Hari in the middle of the Great Hall. Andy, who is still DADA teacher, removes the body before he can revive, and thus ends their child hero as far as the Wizarding World is concerned. In "grief" his family disappears from public and in a handful of generations Harry Potter is largely relegated to the history books.

After his death at 17, Hari stops aging and his active magic turns inwards, much like the others. Becoming a near-squib is quite a change, but he has his family and is old enough to join them on their missions in the muggle world. It's not the destiny others hoped for him, but he's happy and loved and, in the end, that's all that matters.

Bonuses include: 1) An exploration of what it means to be desi in the British Wizarding World. Extra bonus points if Hari's background is Pakistani Muslim, simply because I don't think I've seen it done before and I think it could be fascinating, particularly given Joe and Nicky's own backgrounds; 2) An exploration of what it means to be squib or near-squib in the Wizarding World. This shouldn't be a straight linear things are so much better than the past, where we just killed our squibs, but include many ups and downs in treatment throughout history - and the acknowledgement that while squibs are treated much better than they were two hundred years ago, they're still treated much worse than they were a thousand years ago; 3) the Wizarding World being presented as deeply flawed, but no more so than any government of its era. Political polarization and unwillingness to compromise should be at the root of many of its problems. Joe, during his tenure in the Wizengamot, should be renowned for gathering opposing politicians in a room, sitting them down, and forcing them to talk about their issues like unruly children; 4) A misguided Dumbledore who genuinely thinks he's doing the right thing, and 5) Hari starting a societal revolution by being the first at Hogwarts to have a smart phone that works with magic, thank you Uncle Booker.

And that's all I have. As always, feel free to adopt this bun, just link back to me if you do anything with it.

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Kind For You

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy

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

Warnings: slight swearing shit

Word count: 1056.

Chapter 2

Part 5

"What did you get for question 3?” Sebastian asked.

“Expelliarmus.” Ominis answered as he was pouring himself some pumpkin juice.

Throughout the following days. Sebastian, Ominis and Edwart started spending dinners together. Sharing assignments, chats, food and even a table. Other students were looking at them funny sometimes.

“I have some things I need to attend to.” Edwart spoke rather suddenly after eating his porridge. “I'll probably be back in the late evening.”

“What do you have planned? Ominis asked as he bit into his toast.

“A fellow housemate sent me information about a ghost which might be able to help me find those missing pages from the book I've found in the restricted section. It would really help me before Professor Fig returns from the ministry.”

Sebastian and Ominis were silent and nearly looked at eachother with the same confused looks already thought that asking questions wouldn't bring much if the new student hadn't gotten all the information to share.

“It's all very complex and I've promised to explain everything which I will when it gets sorted out. For now it looks like I'm to have a trip to Upper Hogsfield…”

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Edwart looked again at the combination of numbers on the houses in the village and the numbers he scribbled in his notebook:

Eldritch Diggory,

Helen Thristlewood

Upper Hogsfield 16.

“Hm. This must be the place Minister Diggory mentioned.” Edwart thought to himself and knocked a few times.

“Yes?” An older woman opened the door.

“Hello Madam Thistlewood. My name's…”

“Ah yes.” She said excitedly. “You're that hufflepuff student. Uncle Eldritch did tell me you might come. Come in! Come in! I'll set the tea. Would you like some?”

“No thank you, your uncle said we might be able to help each other. Would you elaborate?”

Madam Thistlewood explained an entire long story about Richard Jackdaw, Apollonia Black and Anne, a prisoner in Azkaban.

“So let me get this in order.” Edwart said with furrowed eyebrows. “You want me to travel to Azkaban with you so I can speak to a woman who has been sitting there for the past decades in hope that she somehow has an answer to Richard Jackdaw's cave wherever it is. And all that is a clue, not a certainty.” Edwart finished unconvinced.

“Yes I suppose one can put it like that. It has to be you though. You could be a fresh breeze to her which could help her talk.”

“Well I'd rather not go to Azkaban. Is there no other way to help?”

“I'm afraid not. I will be right there with you being a retired auror does have its benefits, we can simply apparate right to her. I've escorted Ministers. professors. and many others to that blasted place. Never a student, I'll admit, but I will keep you safe.”

“Very well. Let’s go.”’

“Steady yourself. We'll Apparate together. Don't worry, l've never splinched anyone”

Edwart heard a snap and felt an unsettling change of air which made him nauseous.

“Shit.” He thought “I'm going to barf. Apparating is rough.”

Before he understood what has happened around him he heard a scream: “Expecto Patronum” A beautiful bunny made out of light came out of Madam Thistlewood's wand and busted through the dementors as she spoke again.

“That ought to keep them at bay for now. Though, be aware - you may feel a wave of despair. It will pass. This really is a dismal place. But we'll be out of here soon enough Now, follow me.”

“No one at school's going to believe this…”

Edwart thought while taking in the awfully cold surroundings of Azkaban. Somehow he did manage to drag the information about the cave from Anne even though her mental state was up to question especially after she attacked Madam Thistlewood without using any weapon. Edwart didn't know what had just happened. He was left in Upper hogsfield in pursuit of that cave.

Finally after all that time. Edwart found Richard Jackdaw who promised to help him as he most likely dropped the pages in the forbidden forest.

Edwart finally sat on the grass taking a breather for a second. He took out his pocket watch and noticed it was time he should head back to the castle but he had to get those pages back…

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Sebastian and Ominis were in the great hall eating breakfast. Edwart was supposed to meet them yesterday at the dinner but when he never showed up, Sebastian felt uneasy.

Finally Edwart stumbled in for breakfast. He had enormous bags under his eyes and he was looking paler than usual.

“Merlin what happened to you?” Sebastian bewilderedly asked “You look like you haven't slept in a week.”

Edwar took a seat next to Ominis and groaned a bit. “Very funny. I’ve had the worst night of my life.” He said, grabbing a toast and basically devouring it.

“We thought we were going to see you at dinner yesterday. What happened?” Sebastian asked curiously.

Edwart swallowed quickly and responded “That was a plan. But I had to get those missing pages I was talking about. Turned out. Out of all the places it was in the forbidden forest.”

Sebastian choked on his pumpkin pastry.

“Merlin are you alright?” Ominis asked with a hint of shock in his voice.

“Who are you asking me or Edwart?” Sebastian asked with laughter

“Both. Are you both okay?” Ominis replied with a small grin.

“Anyway I got caught sneaking back in got in big trouble with one of the Professors and since Fig is not here-”

Just then the Owl’s started flying about delivering mail which interrupted Edwart's story. Sebastian got a letter from Anne. He smiled when it landed in his hands.

Just when they thought the owl storm had come to an end. Edwart’s owl Barney dropped a letter onto his lap. He picked the letter up from his lap with a tense grimace.

“What is it, who's sending you letters?” Sebastian asked curiously.

“I-” Edwart stumbled upon his words as he flipped the letter. “Shit, that's not good…I have to go. I- I have that flying class anyway.” With that Edwart ran out of the great hall at the speed of light.

Sebastian signed heavily “I wish he would be more open with us.”

“Give it time Sebastian.” Ominis replied flatly.

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Thank you for reading part 5. Sorry this one a bit short;/ ."I'd rather NOT go to azkaban" haha same Edwart same. Azkaban time for all my hufflepuff babies. Wonder what's that letter Edwart got...? Small disclamer: I made the photos look darker so they fit the Azkaban's ambience. Hope you enjoyed it. More to come soon.

Part 6

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charmstwit · 2 months

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Can we get another snippet of Remus and Kingsley being wholesome? 🥺

Kingsley finds Remus pacing in the kitchen, his hair mussed, eyes still red. The tension is obvious in his body. He’s still dressed in his jeans and jumper, even though it’s half past eleven and the rest of the house is dark.

“Hello, brother-husband,” Kingsley says as he enters the kitchen. “You’re still awake?”

Remus startles at his voice, turning to look at him. “Kingsley. Hullo.”

Kingsley moves towards the kettle. Remus looks like shit, although Kingsley isn’t going to tell him that. He sets the kettle on the stove, murmurs a quiet confrigo to start it heating. “Sounds like you had a rough day,” Kingsley says off-handedly.

“You heard,” Remus sighs.

“Just a bit,” Kingsley says. “Want to tell me about it?”

Remus scrubs his hands over his face, and for a long moment, Kingsley thinks he'll say no. They've been brother-in-laws for almost three years, and in this weird relationship adjacent thing for one, but they've never really been each other's confidante. Not since that first day they met in the Hogwarts hospital wing.

“Sirius is mad at me,” Remus says, staring down at his fingernails like the answers of life are hidden behind a particularly painful hangnail.

Kingsley spoons tea leaves into the pot. He doesn't think that Sirius was actually angry, but he's not sure it is really his place to correct that. Instead, he says nothing and lets Remus have space to talk, if he wants it.

“He's right to be, I think. I've not been a very good alpha,” Remus says.

“Why do you think that?” Kinglsey asks. The kettle whistles, and Kingsley flicks his wand to pour the boiling water into the teapot with the leaves.

“Because it's true.” Remus threads the fingers of both hands into his hair, tugging at the roots. “I’m drowning in university, and I can barely keep up. I feel like I spend all of my time trying to manage these classes, and I'm not even seeing Sirius or James. I missed James’s last game, and I know he said it was alright, but I should have been there. And Sirius is probably over here all the time because I barely have time to look at him. I didn't make it to our call today because I was in the library at school and–and I forgot.”

Kingsley hums. His tempus chimes, and he pours the tea into two tea cups, sliding one towards Remus. The smell of chamomile and mint fill the kitchen. “And you don’t think Sirius would understand that you were overly stressed today?”

“He didn’t,” Remus says bitterly. “We got in this—it was awful. He yelled, and I yelled, and I don’t even remember half of what we said. James will be just as upset when he finds out how I’ve failed.”

“What did you tell him? Sirius, I mean,” Kingsley asks.

“I told him I was busy, and he kept trying to… I don’t know,” Remus groans. “He kept trying to make some point and I don’t know what it was. I was still trying to study, but he was so upset about the call. It was like he wanted to duel me, almost, that kind of—you know when he and Regulus get properly mad, and you can smell the magic on them.”

Kingsley nods. “Yes, I am aware.”

“And now he’s not even in our bed because I’m such a shoddy fucking alpha,” Remus says, setting his tea cup down. “I can’t even handle university. I studied the roots of magic, and I can’t…” He drifts off, self-loathing in his voice.

“Did I tell you about the trip to Belize?” Kingsley asks.

Remus looks up at him and shakes his head. “When are you going?”

“We went last year. It was meant to be a romantic getaway. I’d been busy with work, Regulus is always busy, we thought we’d reconnect. Instead we fought. Regulus felt I was being demeaning by planning the itinerary. I was hurt when he dismissed my plans. He ignored me at dinner, and I went to take a walk to clear my head. I couldn’t understand why this lovely vacation had turned into such a nightmare. And when I got back from my walk, I found our hotel empty. He left.”

“Regulus left?” Remus asks, perhaps in disbelief.

Kingsley nods. “I found him three beaches down, under the strongest Notice-Me-Not I’ve ever seen someone create, crying his eyes out with his feet in the waves.”

“Merlin,” Remus murmurs.

“When we talked it out, we unraveled it all. How I thought I’d been kind to take the planning off his shoulders. How he felt alienated by that. What I took for him ignoring me was Regulus spiraling about losing our magic, and he subsequently took my going for a walk as leaving him,” Kingsley says. He stirs his tea. “A whole, terrible fight was really just the two of us, in our own heads, worrying about each other.”

“What did you do?” Remus asks.

“First I sat and cried with him. I felt awful by then. Wrung out. Then we went back to the hotel and spent the weekend in the nude, eating room service.”

“I don’t think that would work for us,” Remus says. “Sirius isn’t wrong that I’m not doing enough, but I don’t have time to do more. I haven’t been around enough, and it was right of him to point it out. They deserve better. I’ve known that the whole time.”

“They deserve better than what?” Kingsley asks.

“Better than me!” Remus shouts, and it’s then that Kingsley notices the tears in his eyes. “I’m not good enough for them, not either of them. If I was smarter, I wouldn’t have to study so hard, and they would be better for it. Either of them could take these classes and not even need to study. If I was a better alpha, I would make time for them. They would be my priority, and none of this would happen. If I was a better human, I wouldn’t be so goddamned tired and trying to play catch up after every fucking full moon, but I just– I can’t do it.” His face is in his hands again, his voice losing the fire on the last few words. “I’m not good enough for them, and I should never have let them convince me otherwise.”

“Did Sirius say any of that?” Kingsley asks, though he knows the answer.

“Yes, of course,” Remus says, but his brow furrows. “I mean, I think he did. He didn’t need to, though. It’s the truth.”

“I’m almost certain he didn’t,” Kingsley says. “I do not want to speak for him, of course. I’m sure you know him better than I do.”

“Right,” Remus says. “Of course. And I’m right.”

“You’re taking three literature classes, aren’t you?” Kingsley asks, purposefully changing course.

Remus jerks his head, thrown by the sudden change. “Yes, as well as a class on Roman mythology and a stupid mathematics class.”

“Do you know what Sirius has been doing when he was over here all week?” Kingsley asks.

Rmus huffs, shuffling his teacup again. “Getting properly railed since I couldn’t do it.”

“Reading,” Kingsley says, ignoring Remus’s statement. “He started with Jane Austen, and worked through all of her books. Followed by Dickens and James Joyce. There was something by Becket too. He made Regulus read the Virginia Woolf novel with him. Perhaps you might recognize this list?”

“He’s reading through my course materials,” Remus says, something like surprise in his voice. “Why would he do that?”

“You would have to ask him,” Kingsley says, “but I suspect that he wanted to help you, if he could.”

“He didn’t say anything,” Remus says.

“No, I suspect not,” Kingsley says. “I don’t think he wanted you to feel bad about it, but he wanted to be ready in case you needed help.”

“Right, because I’m such a fuck up, and he finally decided to tell me when he’d had enough.”

Kingsley sighs. “I do not believe that was his intention, but of course, you know him better than I do.” Remus grunts in acknowledgement, as though Kingsley has finally come around to his way of thinking. Kingsley continues. “Can I tell you about our day?”

Remus half shrugs, which Kingsley chooses to take as permission to continue. “Regulus and I took him to Diagon Alley today. I think he was already feeling a bit out of sorts, so Regulus had hoped, I think, that it would be a bit of a treat for him. We were going to the shop to see Hope, but as you can imagine, Regulus was sidetracked along the way by some wizard who demanded his attention.”

“Not uncommon,” Remus mutters.

Kingsley smiles. “No, unfortunately it’s not. Well, Sirius wandered a bit ahead. I kept an eye on him, but I stayed with Regulus. Perhaps I shouldn’t have.”

Remus tenses next to him, like he knows what is coming next. “What happened?”

“At first, nothing. Sirius stopped in front of Quality Quidditch Supplies, and then the next thing I knew he was talking to a man I didn’t recognize. I started down the street after him, but by the time I got there, Sirius was already dueling the man.”

Remus inhales sharply. “Was he injured?”

“No, quite the opposite,” Kingsley assures him. “He put the man on his knees. The man kept talking, however. Asking something about you–whether you’ve hurt Sirius yet, or whether you had run off to be with your own kind.” Kingsley sees Remus’s pallor pale, a green tint coming to his skin, and he goes on without prompting. “It wasn’t until Regulus caught up and told Lyall to leave or he’d make him regret it that I realized who he was.”

“You met my father today.” Remus’s shoulders haven’t relaxed.

“I suppose I did. I would say it was a pleasure, but it really wasn’t.” Kingsley sips his tea.

“He didn’t hurt Sirius?” Remus asks.

“Not physically, no.” Kingsley sets his cup down again.

“That’s good, at least,” Remus says.

“Sirius’s main concern seemed to be you. He was worried lest Lyall approach you somehow,” Kingsley continues.

“Of course it was,” Remus says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Because Sirius is perfect and I’m a fuck up.”

Kingsley snorts. “Apologies, Remus, but Sirius is far from perfect.”

“I just mean—this, right, Sirius gets attacked defending my honor and I don’t even show up for our standard call and somehow end up yelling at him,” Remus says.

“Didn’t you yell at each other?” Kingsley asks.

Remus sighs. “Yes, I mean, yeah. But—“

“Is it possible,” Kingsley asks slowly, “that Sirius was especially on edge after seeing your father?”

Remus looks down at his feet. “Maybe.”

“Is it possible that he was as worried about you as he needed your comfort?”

“And I yelled at him,” Remus says miserably.

“Is it possible he yelled back because he was upset about what happened?” Kingsley asks. Remus doesn’t respond, just nods. “Is it possible you yelled because you were so stressed about classes?”

“That’s not a good enough excuse,” Remus says.

“Is it possible you’re two humans who had a bad day and miscommunicated?” Kingsley asks.

Remus rubs at his eyes. “But I should’ve been better. I should’ve listened. I should’ve remembered our call.”

Kingsley shrugs. “Do you think Sirius and James want a perfect alpha, or do you think they want you?”

“I—me, probably. But they deserve better,” Remus says.

“It’s not your place to make a choice for them. Isn’t that what you believe? That omegas should make their own decisions?”

Remus groans. “This isn’t about secondary genders.”

“Nevertheless, they chose you. I, personally, think that was a good choice.” Kingsley grabs Remus’s arm, squeezing it lightly. “You’re a good man, Remus. You had a bad day. Go tell Sirius you’re sorry you missed the call and ask him to tell you about his day.”

“He won’t want that,” Remus says.

“He wanted nothing but that after your fight. It’s why he’s sleeping with Regulus upstairs.”

“He’s sleeping with Regulus because Regulus is a better alpha,” Remus says.

“He’s sleeping with Regulus because Regulus is the closest he can get to you when you’re gone,” Kingsley says. “And anyway, he’s got your pillow in his arms.”

Remus rubs his eyes again, suspiciously close to tears. “To punish me?”

“To be close to you,” Kingsley says. “He may come here when you’re busy, but he’s always wearing your jumpers. Why do you think that is?”

Remus hangs his head, a mournful noise spilling out of him. Kingsley grabs him and pulls him close, squeezing Remus against his chest. Remus sags against him, finally accepting the comfort he’s been fighting all night.

“It’ll be alright,” Kingsley promises. “Go. Wake him up. He’s waiting for you. I’m sure you’ll sleep better in each other’s arms. And in the morning, call James. Then call the school and drop a class.”

He expects Remus to argue. Instead, he just nods wordlessly, hiccuping against Kingsley. Kingsley pats his bat. “T-Thanks, Shack,” Remus says, his voice wobbly. “Thank you.”

Kingsley doesn’t follow him immediately, watching him slowly trudge up the stairs. Instead, he cleans up the teapot and cups, not wanting to leave a mess for Kreacher and Dobby when they wake up, and wipes down the counters. After a few minutes, he ascends the stairs as well.

The room across the hall from his and Regulus’s bedroom–the one that has tacitly become James, Remus and sometimes Sirius’s room when they stay–is closed, and he can hear soft murmuring from inside as Sirius and Remus work through the day. Kingsley doesn't bother them.

Instead, he opens the door to his own room and climbs in behind Regulus, pulling him into an embrace. Regulus’s eyes flutter open briefly, and he nuzzles against Kingsley’s shoulder. “Did y’fix it?”

“I spoke with Remus, yes,” Kingsley says, kissing his temple. “I believe he listened, and they’re talking now.”

“Good,” Regulus says. “Then maybe I don’t have to kill him tomorrow.”

“You are as kind as you are wise, my Little Prince.”

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futurewriter2000 · 3 months

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The Daring, Forbidden and Evil - pt. 10

A/N: I wanted to complicate this so much but I just love these two so much and I wanted a cute ending. That's why I'm planning to writing an epilog as well. But just imagine if I could combine all of these fics I wrote, I'd have a whole book. Like damn. Anyways enjoy.

You stood in front of the mirror, not knowing exactly how to react to the reflection that ws staring back at you. You didn't want to smile at her anymore. You didn't want to look like her anymore.

He said she was sick but she chose another man, a villian over you and there was rage inside of you that didn't want to look like her anymore. You didn't want that anymore.

You grabbed a pair of scissors and choped a big chunk of your hair. You cried as you did so. You always heard people cried when they chop their hair and you thought that was the most pathetic thing to do because it's only hair. In your case, it presented your lineage, the lineage of family that you weren't really proud of.

You held a big chunk of her hair in your hand and you cried as you threw it in the toilet. You grabbed the other half and just started to cut it up. You didn't want her hair. You wanted your hair. You didn't want her smile, you wanted your smile.

All those years of repressing your emotions for your own mother, finally came to light and you- well, you were ready to literally cut her off. Your hair presented that for you. It styled your whole image, the image you portrayed to be all these years and now you were becoming somebody new. You became somebody you've always wanted. Yourself.

You won't tell anybody about your actions. You decided that. You won't tell George about what you did by telling the Malfoys about their secrecy and to be honest, it wasn't anything new. They couldn't get to it and you never told them about Sirius- which now, you knew it was the right choice. You won't tell the Malfoys that over the break when you stayed there, it was their last time seeing you.

You planned to stay in Hogwarts until you graduate and then immediately move back to France. Your grandmother's friend is a traveller, they wouldn't find you even if anybody searched for you.

But then there's George. Sweet boy George...

---

George hasn't heard from you until he got back. He wrote you a couple of messages and sent them over but there was no reply. It wasn't like he could just go over the Slytherin house without knowing the password that you always told him to whenever he was about to sneak in. He also knew that you'd probably had a rough week over the Malfoys.

"You alright mate?" asked Fred, seeing his brother staring at the ceiling for 15 minutes straight as he only played with the Rubic's cube, not intending to really solve it.

George slowly sat up and looked at his brother. "I know you don't like her, Fred." he said and Fred only watched. "I've wondered how I trust he when I shouldn't- her mother did monstrousities... but..." he shook his head and looked up at his brother. "You, out of all people know what's it like being judged by your family."

Fred turned on his chair and let out a deep breath. "I won't give you shit about it, Georgie." he said. "I don't trust her but she hasn't done anything to prove that- either way anyway." he said as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I just think-" he was suddenly interrupted by a knock on their door.

Fred and George looked at each other with a confused look on their face. Literally nobody knocks except the Head of the house. And he can't just shout to come in if it is professor McGonagall.

Fred got up and opened the door only slightly. When he saw who it was, he widened his eyes and opened the door completely.

He grinned at the sight and crossed his arms again, leaning back. "Trying new looks?" he asked and you gave him a matching smile in return.

"Here and there." you replied. "Is George here?" you asked but his brother appeared closely behind him, gaping at the sight.

"Your hair?!" he gasped but you flushed as he did so, feeling embarrassed at the sight.

"Is it horrible?" you said, trying to fix what you had on your head.

He took a step forward, blocking Fred away when he lifted your chin and ran his hand through your short hair. "On you?" he quirked an eyebrow. "Never."

"I guess, that's my cue to leave." said Fred as he slithered through the doorframe and left the room.

You came in as George closed the door and as soon as he did so, you hugged him tightly. His arms immediately, as always, wrapped themselves around you and pushed you closer against his chest.

It was safe. It was always safe... why would you ever leave this?

---

The two of you were laying in his bed, quietly and comfortably. To be honest, you felt extremely hot with him but the weight of the blankets were a nicely added comfort. You laid on his chest and he rubbed his hand on your back and your hair.

"I really like this pixie cut. It suits you." he smiled and you put your head up, smiled at his smile and went back down on his chest.

"I didn't think it would suit me. I was always scared to try it." you said.

"What made you do it?" he asked and you went quiet for a while.

"My dad..." you replied and felt his hand stop caressing your back.

It was the loudest silence but you knew he gave you a great opportunity to explain this statement.

"When I came back to the Malfoys... he came and..." you lifted your head up, seeing his eyes watch you intenseley. You weren't going to betray Draco like this, just like you knew he wouldn't betray you. You laid your head back down and continued. "He said I should leave before a war breaks loose." you said and felt his heart start beating faster.

"Oh..." was all he said.

"He said to leave before I get to choose sides, especially because of my family, I might be forced to choose the wrong one..."

"Tonks didn't."

"Tonks isn't a pureblood like me." you said, finally sitting up and so did he. You ran your hands through your face and let out a loud groan. Then finally you looked at him again, to find him staring at you with petrified eyes.

You knew what he was asking of you.

He asked what about us- with his eyes pleading for an answer.

"I have a friend of my grandmother, who is willing to take me in when I turn of age... even sooner, she said. She knew Malfoys can't and won't do anything if I do decide to go. I think for Lucius it would be good ridence." you tried to force a smile and so did he.

"In France..." he said, telling you what you didn't.

"Not really..." you said, mumbling a bit. "She travels a lot and it would be safer for me to go with her."

As soon as you said that, you could feel his legs tense up underneath you. You quickly placed your hand on his cheek before he could start thinking his own thoughts.

You smiled... safely and with comfort. "I thought about us." you smiled with a glimmer only he and the whole other lot could see from a far. It calmed him down, gave him hope for a good outcome.

"You did."

"Obviously." you rolled your eyes. "You've grown on me Weasley." you pulled yourself closer to him and he reached to pull you closer until you were nose to nose together. "I thought about changing my hair completely... my name too." you smiled and he smiled back. "Thought something foreign- like Novak or Rossi." you said but he only watched you with sweetness in his eyes.

His eyes suddenly looked away, blushing away that made you quirk an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Nothing." he said. "You'd hate it."

"Hate what?"

He looked back at you; your eyes, lips, nose. "How about mrs. Weasley some day?"

You closed your eyes in surprise then opened them up again. "You'd want to marry me?" you asked, not processing everything.

"One day, i'd like to keep that option open." he continued to smile.

"Why would you think I'd hate that?" you smiled brightly. "I'd love that." your voice squeeled a bit but you quickly covered it with your mouth.

He laughed at your reaction, then back he became serious. "I want you to be safe too." he said, caressing your hair again. "If that means that you'd have to leave for a while until the war is over, do it."

"And you'd stay here... with your family?" you said, feeling sadness overtake your whole body. Sadness and love- nothing else but it mixes so well together.

He smiled. "I'd stay here with my family and wait for you."

"Wait for me?"

"Always."

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I need a chaotic scenario where Severus and 7th year reader are locked in the chamber of secrets and 7th year reader just starts sharing awkward , emotional , and drama filled secrets with him . She also sings muggle songs to kill time and all of it just gets snapes nerves to the point where he just tells them to shut the fuck up and that he isn't a therapist . But then 7th year reader is like "well based on how you act , you definitely have secrets too". Then Severus just trauma dumps and then reader pulls out a random notebook and he's like what the hell are you doing and she tells him she is "helping him resolve and his reorganize his thoughts" but she writing a biography on him and he does not find out till her book is published . Teehee it's so chaotic .

My imagination is running thin, you have all worn me out today. I've never had so much interaction. Let's try.

Shit this is awfully long. I apologize.

It was a Hogsmeade day (yes, again) meaning that most of the students were blissfully out of the castle, which gave Severus plenty of time to wander. Most of his 5th year house mates were out, and Severus heard a particular conversation in the common room that spiked his interest.

"Did you know we have a secret room at Hogwarts?" one of the Slytherin boys said.

"Yeah it's the room of requirement. You have to-" - a girl said, but was interrupted.

"Not that one, everyone knows about that room" the boy said. "It's totally secret no one knows where it is. It's Salazar Slytherins' secret chamber. Merlin knows what he is hiding in there."

"My grandmother told me there was a creature inside. She told me that only the true heir of Slytherin would be able to open the Chamber, and use the creature to kill mudbloods. To purge the school of filth." - you said, joining the conversation.

"That's barbaric" the first boy added. "And I'd appreciate if you didn't use those words."

Severus interest peaked, and he needed to find that room. When the rest of the group scattered around, he approached you. You looked older than he was.

"Hello." he said awkwardly "I heard the conversation you were having over there. Do you know where the chamber is?"

"Hey you. No, the only thing I know is that the access is through one of the bathrooms. My grandmother never got into details."

"Can't you ask her?" he sounded wishful

"She's dead." you said dryly.

"Oh. Sorry. Well..." awkwardly he continued "I'm going to check on the bathrooms. Do you want to come with me?"

"I have an idea where it could be, but we have to be careful not to be caught." you smirked and elbowed him, leaving his side and motioning him to follow.

"Here. I think it is this one. The only question is, how do we open the door? And where the hell is the door?" - you sighed

"Only the heir of Slytherin could open the door. Does it need blood?" Severus asked

"It could be. Any idea where to smear the blood?" you asked.

"No, but neither of us are heirs of Slytherin." Severus pointed

"No, but it is worth a try. I am pure-blooded, who knows?" you said, pulling out your wand from your robes and dabbing at your palm to cut it just enough to have droplets of blood.

"Great, now smear the blood anywhere you can. We have no idea where the entrance is... try the toilets." Severus said

"I am absolutely not going to rub an open wound on a toilet."

"Fine, try... the faucets. It's right in the middle, looks as impossible as any other option here." Severus said, sounding defeated.

You complied, and rubbed your palm over the faucets. A loud churning sound of pipes and stone began to fill the room, and what felt like an earthquake followed.

"Bloody hell you're actually the heir!" - Severus was gobsmacked and tried to stay steady, grabbing her robes and pulling her backwards, away from the opening that was forming.

"I didn't know that either!" you said, truthfully, staring between the faucets and your hand.

When the motion stopped, you approached the opening. It looked like a well.

"I'll go first, if I don't get back, take my Potions book and give it to Lily Evans please." Severus said, putting his wand between his teeth, grabbing the handle nearby the stairs and began descending the well.

After assuring you that the perimeter was safe, you descended and joined him. Some minutes later, both of you were in the very middle chamber of secrets, staring at it's enormity and emptiness.

"My grandmother never told me about this part." you admitted.

Severus stood silent.

"I wish she were here with me" you said gloomily.

Unable to remain silent and not make it more awkward, Severus made small talk.

"For how long has she been gone?"

"Two years. I was your age when I lost her. She was almost like my mother. I grew up without my true mother. She died as well when I was a baby. My father was never in the picture. Pure-blooded but a weasel." you sniffled after replying.

"I am sorry about your loss. I am sure she is very proud of you, both of them, actually." Severus offered, smiling softly at her.

"Right. Now, how do we get out of here?" you were getting too open with a boy you barely knew.

"I don't know. The entrance is no longer visible. Do you think it has a timer of sorts?" Severus asked, eyeing the room

"It could have... If I am the heir of Slytherin it should allow me to leave but at the moment there is no exit visible. Let's wait for a bit."

"Alright."

To his annoyance, your idea of passing time was different than his own. You began to sing.

"Love hurts, love scars Love wounds and marks Any heart Not tough or strong enough To take a lot of pain, take a lot of pain Love is like a cloud Holds a lot of rain Love hurts Ooh, ooh, love hurts"

Severus' hair was already prickled in annoyance.

"Must you sing? I was trying to think in a way of getting us both out of here." Severus said between clenched teeth. It didn't help that the bloody room was empty and echoed loudly.

"Sorry. It is my way of coping." you said miserably.

"I understand, but you are not alone in this room." Severus said, annoyed.

"I just miss my grandmother." you pressed, rather offended at his annoyance.

After some minutes of blissful silence, the singing continued.

"It seemed so hard for me to share It's even harder now that you're not there (Now baby) I'm losing sleep over the secrets that you keep (Oh baby) I'm losing sleep over the secrets that you keep"

"Are you serious?" Severus barked "Please submit yourself to the 4th floor of St.Mungo's as soon as we are out of here if you think that singing off key is a healthy way of coping."

"Don't be a prat. And by the way, everyone has secrets. And if the way you act is any hint, I'd say you have a ton of secrets too"

"If I do, I will not share them with you." Severus said, under his breath.

You pull out your notebook and begin scribbling.

"What's, that, what are you doing?" Severus asked, eyeing the notebook from a distance

"Nothing, just organizing my thoughts. You should do it too. You're always so angry. You're just a kid, what reason do you have to be always so angry with everyone?"

"I'm not always angry at everyone, just with a specific group of people." Severus said.

"Why is that'?" you asked, and continued scribbling.

Severus sighed in defeat and slumped to the floor, not really looking at you but staring blankly at the open mouthed wall behind you.

"There's this girl, Lily. She used to be my best friend even before Hogwarts... And you see..."

Severus poured his heart out to you, and you took notes of almost everything he said.

Eventually the chamber shook, and both of you motioned to get up and smeared your blood on the wall that held the previous entrance and exited the chamber.

22 years later, Voldemort had fallen, and a barely alive Severus was declared a war hero, convicted of the murder of Albus Dumbledore, sentenced to a domiciliary prison regime for two years. To his dismay, one of the owls he received on the afternoon after his trial, was heavy and voluminous.

A book.

He unwrapped the parcel and saw his own face, and the title

"Severus Snape, the war hero's love story. by Y/N Y/L/N"

Finite.

notes : no, the chamber doesn't open with blood. lot's of canon inaccuracies to accommodate the requestor's demands.

PHEW

#severus snape #snape confessions

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romaine2424 · 8 months

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Weekly Blog August 30, 2023

Let me say upfront that my personal world is quite small, but that doesn't stop random lightning strikes of 'Oh shit' hitting my household. Yikes. I think things have calmed down once again so I can get back to escapism. LOL

I have been writing and updating. The Azkaban Letters Chapter 12 was posted yesterday. I update every Tuesday. The response has been 'meh' kudos wise, but I have some lovely lovely commenters, which inspires me to push ahead. For anyone who's posted a chapter fic, you know what it means to have a few folks comment on each chapter.

What I've been reading:

I've been reading a lot! Mostly very long fics, but then I hit upon a fest I hadn't heard of before that just ended. @ladiesofhpfest! 16 weeks of themed fics! The theme range goes from Vilenous Vixens to Hedwig's Circle of Divas. Most of the fics are less than 5K. Here's the link to the Master List by Weeks/Themes. The final two weeks have to be added to the list. I know one of them is Week 15: Girly Girls.

I have two three recs from this fest, mind you, I've just started reading the stories.

The first is Sparkling Cyanide (1.4K) by @saintsenara.

Summary: Tom Riddle had nothing to do with the death of Hepzibah Smith. Hokey had just had enough of being a slave.

I have no idea how the author fits so much into 1.4k words. But we learn who Hokey is and how she and those who came before her were mistreated by Hepzibah Smith. That wizards and witches have no idea and don't care to know the rich history of house-elves. And they are oh so clever! Cheer Hokey on as she works around the law that house-elves cannot use their magic to hurt their masters.

The second is Look Like the Innocent Flowers (4.8K) by @midnightstargazer.

Summary: Daphne is silly and superficial, the sort who obsesses over makeup and fashion and knows all the latest gossip. Astoria is fragile and soft-spoken, a delicate flower of a girl. When the Carrows take over Hogwarts, the two sisters appear to be unaffected, indifferent to changes that have little impact on pure-blood Slytherins like themselves. But as the Sorting Hat said, "those cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends" - including allowing themselves to be grossly underestimated.

This is a great canon missing moments fic for 7th year. Daphne is very much a Slytherin (as is Astoria). She's made a decision to protect her sister and those that the dark side wants to hurt. We're treated to the beginnings of Astoria/Draco, the subtle communication between Slytherin women, including Narcissa, and how such a beautiful witch can use her wiles and magical powers to help bring down the Dark Lord that most of her house admires.

Oh, and this author also wrote Lily's Cat (sniffle) for the fest. Really sweet.

One more rec, and it's Drarry, and it's a Series, and it's long. I'm guessing that many of you have read the Blood Magic (340K) series by Houseofhebrideanblacks(AO3) and Thestralsofspinnersend(AO3). The series is made up of 3 distinct fics in feel though definitely intertwined. The first fic, A Half-Life, A Cursed-Life (49K) is very tough to read. It takes place quite a few years after the war, and Auror Harry is so so broken. At the very end, though, there is a spark of hope as Healer Draco takes action.

The second fic, The Forest (88K), is my fav. Definitely the balm to ease the pain of the first one. And the third, Misunderstood Creatures (198K) is amazing in love, action, and lore. Truly a great Drarry series that should be on every Drarry fan's list to read.

One note of interest is that the Authors wrote for their character, and it's seamless.

Please remember to give love to these stories! Comments are always appreciated.

Resources:

Today's resource came from @maesterchill on the Main Drarry discord server. The Fic Writer's Guide to Formatting (An AO3 Repository) by @anisaanisa. I cannot tell you how excited I was to finally learn how to do coloured text in AO3 and so many other things! Geez just so happy for this resource.

UpComing Fests of Interest (okay to me):

H/D Kidfic Fest: Prompting is Sept 16th-29th.

H/D Owlpost 2023: Sign-ups Aug 18th - Sept 8th.

Harry Potter Rare Pair Fest IV (@hprarepairfest): Claiming now open!

Oh wow, I think I'm done! Have a great week and remember to have some fun in our lovely fandom!

Rom

#romaine2424 daily blog #drarry fic rec #writing resources #drarry fest #the azkaban letters #ladies of hp fest #hp fic rec #Roms blog is too long

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moss-sprouted · 7 months

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hello! my about me is under the cut:

i'm moth/moss,i go by both but either is fine! just try to type them lowercase whichever you use! i'm 25, my birthdays in july, and i live in the US! i'm fat, agender(they/them), queer, wavering around on the demi spectrums, as well as polyam and in a qpr like relationship!

i'm very dyslexic and use a stupid amount of commas and parenthesis, am probably autistic/adhd,and i have no doubt i also have bpd, but unfortunately accessing a diagnosis is inaccessible for me rn and i've done research into all of these for more than 5 years each and self diagnosing is extremely valid because its not accessible to everyone and i believe people know their own brains well enough to know if something fits if they've done the proper research! so dont be a dick, a diagnosis doesnt make me less or more autistic

i've been on tumblr for almost 12 years and this blog has always just been a cluster of random fandom shit, memes, some venting, and different issues i care about and there isnt an overall theme,however! i've recently got back into reading so if you are interested my sideblog for reading things is mossreads!

if you're curious what i look like i have a selfie tag! just dont be weird thanks

also feel free to dm! i dont always have a lot to say unless its about a specific topic i post about but i'm always down to listen and make friends!

ps- if you have a hogwarts house in your bio i dont want you here. fuck jk rowling, fuck terfs, she has explicitly said she thinks if you still talk about harry potter it means you fully endorse her beliefs so shut up about harry potter if you think trans people deserve rights... and if you dont why did you get this far?

#about me #pinned post

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ellecdc · 3 days

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Elle did you finish hogwarts legacy? currently playing it rn for the millionth time and I love it so much. did you choose the good or bad ending (if it can be called that) and did you have a favorite character? I really loved Ominis and Sebastian, with my slytherin mc? the best EMERALD trio.

-whimsy!slytherin anon

aaahhhh I have (I've finished it a billion times) and I've played as different houses/characters a few times so I've done both endings!

*spoiler*

Every time I've played through though I've never been able to send Sebastian to Azkaban 👀 I just can't do it

I thought Sebastian was sooooooo funny and very deep/well rounded as a character. I loved his sassy remarks etc and also loved fighting/arguing with him (when you're staking out that mine?) and you're like "maybe I should do this on my own.....) so I think he was my favourite character. My favourite banter was when I played as a slytherin and MC was like "IDK why Gryffindor's get all the praise for bravery; I think we've more than proven ourselves" hahah <3

Ominis was such a BITCH at the beginning LMFAO I texted my brother (he bought it for me as a birthday present last year as it didn't come out on switch until November 😭) and was like "OMG? Why is Ominis such a /hater/????" like walking through the halls just talking shit when I've literally never said a sodding word to the bloke lmfaooooo

Now I feel like this is controversial but I hated Imelda? lol I found her rude and exhausting.

#ask elle #elle's 🔮🐍

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homesweetnothings · 2 years

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Pairing: Ginny Weasley x fem!reader

Summary: in which you spend a romantic morning with Ginny amongst the changing colours of the leaves

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"Ginny, wake up!" you jumped onto the bed, startling her as she fell, hitting the floor with a thump. The curtains were drawn, the early beginnings of the sunrise filtering in through the blinds, a mess of clothes strewn across the floor.

"Y/n," Ginny rubbed the back of her head as she yawned. "It's 6 am, why did you wake me up."

"Is that any way to say good morning to your lover?" you pouted, crawling across the bed to lean down and kiss Ginny.

"Are you serious? You just scared the shit out of me," she was annoyed at first but softened at the sight of your puppy eyes. She giggled before pushing you back onto the bed and crawling over you; peppering you with kisses she gave you a proper good morning.

You couldn't help but writhe in pleasure at the sensation of her soft lips on your neck.

"Ginny, as much as I enjoy you like this I have a surprise for you that's time-sensitive," Ginny tilted her head in amused confusion, but you refused to give her answers, giving her one more kiss before sliding out from under her, "Get dressed, we leave in 10 minutes."

Ginny groaned, reluctantly getting out of bed and slipping on the sweater her mom made last Christmas.

"Bring a hat too, it'll be chilly," you said before going to the kitchen to prepare some snacks for your trip. Making sure everything was secured, you closed the picnic basket and waited for Ginny outside.

"Y/n, this surprise better be worth it because I've never woken up this early for anyone before," Ginny side-eyed you as she zipped up her coat.

"Trust me you won't regret it," linking her arm with yours you led her down the path from the cottage the two of you shared.

You'd moved in together 3 years ago, a little while after you graduated from Hogwarts. Ginny travelled a lot with the Holyhead Harpies, so you were alone most of the time, but Ginny made up for it in the time she was able to spend with you.

She took you on romantic dates and made sure to shower you with love, which you appreciated, but it did get a little lonely in her absence. The house wasn't the same without her contagious laugh ringing through it. Ginny tried convincing you to travel with her but you had your own job so long distance would have to make do.

It was still somewhat dark out- the street lamps were still on, but they barely provided any light. By the time you made it to the entrance of the hiking trail, the sun was only just beginning to peek over the horizon.

"We're going hiking?" Ginny asked sceptically because you weren't usually the type of person to hike on their own accord.

"Yes, we are," you said splendidly. You used your wands to light the path on the trail. Leaves crunched under your feet and the birds were singing their morning songs. You rested your head on Ginny's shoulder as you walked through the woods.

As the sun rose and you neared your final destination, you put away your wand and started an uphill trek.

"Y/n, it's so beautiful here."

Ginny was in awe of the changing colours of the leaves, especially under the mellow sunlight, which only made them more beautiful.

You watched in adoration as Ginny took in the scenery, a sight you wanted to see for the rest of your life. "Come on, let's watch the sunrise together, darling."

You spread out the blanket you'd brought and laid out the breakfast platter: an array of croissants, fruit, and waffles.

"You did all of this for me?" Ginny felt bad for bitching about waking up earlier, and you knew it from the way she looked at you.

"Hey, don't feel bad," you cupped her face in your hands and she melted in the warmth of your touch, "I was a bit extra in how I went about everything," you both chuckled at the memory of Ginny falling off the bed.

"Let's just enjoy this moment together. I've missed you so much," you kissed her on the cheek.

The sky was an exquisite mix of orange and pink. The sound of the stream that was not too far away was almost hypnotic and washed away all possible worries in your mind. But the same couldn't be said for Ginny.

When she looked down at you, she saw the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. It was always you for Ginny. From when you were still just friends to when the two of you finally got together at Bill and Fleur's wedding. She adored everything about you, but she couldn't shake the guilt of leaving you alone all the time for quidditch.

You now felt the warmth of the sun which you welcomed against the chilly fall breeze. You snuggled closer to Ginny, but she sat up and looked at you with sombre eyes. The calming sounds of the stream were deafened by the overwhelming panic that ran through your veins.

"Ginny, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's nothing. I'm just thinking of how we used to be when we were younger, you know? When things were simpler and we ran we'd run around the castle grounds trying to avoid the twin's pranks," Ginny sighed, caressing your hand.

"Remember the time we snuck out of the castle, and you took my flying? The night sky was beautiful," you reminisced. Ginny spent all of dinner trying to convince you to come with you, and in the end, you didn't know why you resisted in the first place.

As Ginny flew the broom, you pointed out all of the constellations your mother once showed you. Being that high in the sky was enthralling, you wished you could sneak out every night so that you could touch the stars.

"I'm sure it was, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of you," even though Ginny had told you far more risque things you couldn't help but blush, "Marry me."

That caught you off guard but Ginny was serious.

"Marry me. You're the only certainty in my life, and I know that our time on this earth is temporary so let me promise myself to you for eternity. Marry me."

You stared at Ginny with your hand over your mouth. You glanced back and forth between Ginny and the picnic basket. Slowly you got up and pulled a small velvet box out of the basket and kneeled before Ginny, "I was going to save this for later, but you beat me to it."

Ginny felt a tear run down her cheek as she shook her head yes and held out her hand. You slipped the thin band onto her finger, kissing her knuckles before saying, "I love you, Ginny Weasley."

"I love you too, Y/n," suddenly, her lips were on yours. They tasted like honey. She pulls you forward and you're laying down on the picnic blanket; your hands roam under her jumper and she curses under her breath because you feel so good on top of her.

"Shhh, come over here."

You look up and see a mother pulling her children down the trail: she sends the two of you a disappointed look.

The two of you turn red with embarrassment and you bury your face in Ginny's shoulder.

"Come on, let's go home so I can show you how much I love you," Ginny teased.

#harry potter x reader #ginny weasley x reader #ginny weasley fanfiction #ginny weasley fluff #ginny x reader

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snapehasppfingers · 1 year

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Chapter 1 of Hate!

The Serpent

The train's scream fills the crisp autumn air, brushing through my silver locks as I let the suffocating breath through my lips. Here it goes I guess. With a humf I swing my childhood trunk over my shoulder and levitate my other belongings and make my way to my car. It's certainly been awhile since I've set foot in this train, shame that there's still all the same divots and dents in the walls. Navigating the aisle was always a challenge, kids of all ages screaming, giggling, reuniting and some even crying. It's weird going back after thirteen years and no longer being so giddy to fully experience going to Hogwarts, and don't get me wrong I am excited but I feel old. As students make it to their cabins the train seems to still and pierce the air once again with its whistle, now I can stress out in silence. I grabbed my most recent pickup from Marlas Marvelous Books and Trinkets “The darkest arts” which has kept me in an unhealthy sleep cycle for weeks.

Soon enough the train rolls to a stop, hissing for everyone to get off and let it rest. I decide to wait to avoid the rush and pure chaos that scurrys out of the train. I grabbed my trunk and made my way to my first real home.

The carriage ride was exactly what I remembered, uncomfortably bumpy and another head ache. I walked through the gates I walked through millions of times, still intimidating and grand. I immediately made my way to Dumbledoors office to ask what and where I am supposed to place my shit. I wandered through the halls like I was a 16 year old seeing it all again for the first time, the ceilings descending into grand structures, the delicate details of the halls. As I rounded the corner to his office I noticed the wall was already separated and faint voices could be heard the closer I got. He must be expecting me? No, I should wait. No it will be quick, just play dumb. Against my better judgment I decided to get it over with and climbed the stoned steps, that hopefully won't lead me to my death.

Upon arrival the door was closed so I lightly knocked, which caused all sounds to silence and all that could be heard were footsteps. The old oak door swung open to the man himself, with his mystical white beard and moon rimmed glasses and upon inspection a genuine smile.

“Ms. Middleton! How lovely to see you after such a long time, I have been waiting for you to get here!” He said with his gentle smile, he paused and looked at the other voice I heard who I didn't even register was there. I wish I hadn't, I didn't think I would have to see him again especially here. Severus Snape, where do I even begin? When I was attending Hogwarts I was one year older than him and I had taken notice of the only other person stealing all the good potion books and Defense Against the Dark Arts books. I was curious, sure but I never spoke with him when we would both be in the library past curfew. One night I asked if I could have the book he was reading because it hasn't been in the library for months. He was quiet and to be honest seemed uncomfortable with me interacting with him but once I broke that wall with him we slowly became “acquaintances' '. My thoughts were interrupted by Dumbdoors again.

“I apologize I wasn't sure about your exact arrival, Severus and I were discussing lesson plans but we have covered what is needed. Right Severus?” His tone changed just slightly I couldn't quite tell what but I was more focusing on looking at him. I snuck a peak just to see his reaction, just to see if he's still the same Sev I remember. My hazel pools were only met with his endless onyx eyes boring into me, I felt my body shiver and I once again rested my gaze on Dumbledore. I don't think Snape heard him because he was still looking at me when I spoke,

“Please my intention wasn't to intrude, my apologies. I am only here asking where I shall be housed and my classroom arrangements. You may continue. I will step out until you're done.” I said with a small smile on my lips, attempting to disguise my anxiety. I kept my eyes on Dumbledoor awaiting a response but it wasn't him that spoke, it was a deep, silky and rough voice that could only come from him.

“We have concluded our discussion, I will take my leave, excuse me Miss. Middleton.” He spoke my name with some type of emotion but I could only tell because we used to laugh when we called each other by our last names. His gaze lingering on me until he had to make it through the door, and with a woosh that infamous black cape he disappeared.

Time skip (because I'm lazy :)

The next morning after I had gotten my rooms comfortable and the classroom at least moved into, I slept like a baby. My body ached from yesterday's events as I dragged my body out of my bed, I staggered to the bathroom and showered, making sure to take a moment to prepare for today. Today is my first day back. I need to make lesson plans and talk to all my old professors and maybe even some of my favorite old secret places. I got dressed in my simple robes with my hair in a ponytail and doc martens. I make my way to the Great Hall and feel myself get light headed at the anxiety coursing through my veins the closer and closer I get to those big ass doors. Sure enough the second I do, the only people here are the professors all eating in their “spots' ' in the front.

“Oh my! Look who it is!” A shrill voice screeched out as I shot my head to see who it was; they engulfed me with a hug. It didn't take much to know it was a “Mini” (a.k.a.) Mcgonagall, just by feeling her old woman arms wrap around me so tight my eyes started getting black around the rims, by her signature smell of- parchment, ink and herbal teas. Mini was like a mother to me all through my years, she helped the first day when I spilled my only ink pot on my paper, most others had the money to get more but I didn't so I remember just staring blankly at the sheet while my throat got hot and tight. She asked me for help in her storage closet and handed me a fresh bottle of ink as well as the most amazing hug a 10 year old had ever gotten. Ever since then I liked her, which was rare, so this was refreshing.

“Mini! I missed you so much! I'm excited to be working with you and learning from you all over again. How have you been?” I asked with the most genuine smile across my face, we walked and talked as she gilded me up to a seat. A seat by none other than Severus Snape, I mentally face palmed as I acted unaffected by it.

“So please tell us all about where you disappeared off to after 7th year. I was so sad to hear, I'm sorry for your loss.” She smiled sympathetically, and I would find it endearing if she hadn't just brought up my fathers sudden passing in front of everyone, especially Snape. I composed myself and tried to tweak the original story which included me getting the mark and trying to find family in anything I could because I was so lost with myself. Yeah probably not the most welcoming start.

“Mini I will happily catch up with you over some tea, now please tell me how things have been?” I smiled in a way that hopefully told her I don't want to talk about this right now, and she seemed to have gotten it. We chatted and eventually she started talking to Paloma, I turned my attention to my plate and not to the brooding man next to me.

“ Ms, Middleton?” I stopped chewing as I felt his breath fan against my face with that question. I tilted my head so I could make eye contact but his eyes were set forward.

“Yes Professor, Snape?” I cringed at the formality and the memory of us that would be laughing at this, but we weren't.

“I wasn't expecting to ever see you again.” He practically yawned while saying it, making it feel like the biggest pain in the ass to talk to me. He was always a dick. I don't know why he's talking to me. I certainly don't want to talk to him. I rolled my eyes and replied with the same tone.

“Sorry to disappoint you. Now if you’ll excuse me.” I bit out the last bit causing his focus to fail and his eyes to try and find mine but I was already out of the hall.

Honestly I could be nicer but I don't owe that man anything but silence, he was never nice. Reasonably so I guess, when we were “friends' ' we talked about things, most of the time it was innocent and did not involve the more realistic concepts of our lives but we got into it on the late nights at the top of the astronomy tower. That was our spot, other than the library we would meet up there past curfew when we just couldn't rest and chat, sometimes we wouldn't talk at all until I lit a cigarette then he would ask for a drag. Thinking about it as an adult I liked him more than a friend but I could tell even then that he was just in need of company, and he treated me as such and I was always a second option.

I rounded the halls and ended up in my classroom, which was all too boring and gloomy for my taste. I added my “touch” to the room and opened all the shutters and lit an incense. I knew I needed to plan my first month of lessons, so with an exasperated breath I sat at my desk and began my brian storm. My

experience from DADA while in school was average, and I always wanted to do more interactive things so I will add a defense spell course for students. As I was scribbling away a knock clouded the room with baritone echos, I wasn't exactly pleased to be bothered while i'm working but I got up and made my way to the large door. To my surprise it was Severus, he looked tired and worn out which wasn't a good look on him. I almost felt sympathy for him but then he opened his stupid mouth.

“Sorry to disturb your time, I was sent down here to request a healing potion for Madam Pomfrey.” His gaze pierces mine as I look at him with a bored expression. I looked at him with confusion as I realized the potions professor was asking me to brew a potion for someone, not him. I inwardly rolled my eyes.

“Forgive me if i'm wrong but I do believe that's your field of expertise not mine. I can do it, I just don't understand why I am the one doing it?” My face was plain but my voice rose with an interrogating tone. He then scoffed and sighed the biggest breath I felt on my face, which was not pleasant and I was already angry at his half assed reaction.

“I am aware of my job, thank you. I have more urgent important matters to deal with and she asked me to ask you next. I simply don't have the time.” He said with a smirk threatening his lips, a smirk I wanted to jynx off. The audacity of this old bat.

“That's funny actually because I also have more important matters to attend to like planning my class. So I know you're perfectly capable and I know Madam Pomfrey didn't ask you to ask me, you're just lazy. So if you'll excuse me I need to get back to my job.” I bit out at a dangerously low voice with death pooling in my gaze. He looked taken aback for a moment before the stupid smirk returned.

“What important things do you have to do? Playing magic with fake spells because you aren't qualified to actually teach?” He bit out trying to hurt me in some sense which I had to contain my laughter.

“You know Snape I don't really want to talk to you, I don't really know what I'm doing still. So I'm gonna return to what I was doing before you cursed me with your presence. Goodday.” I smiled and slammed the door in his face, and I smirked the whole way back to my desk. Sure what he said did hurt but I never want him to see me weak again, never again will I like or enjoy his presence.

Ok thats the first chapter please let me know what you think!

-<3

#snape angst #snape x reader #severus snape x y/n #severus snape #severus snape fanfiction

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