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Broken Souls - Severus Snape

Pairing: Severus Snape x Soulmate!Reader

When Harry Potter was four years old, Dudley Dursley demanded a sibling. A sister to be precise. Petunia and Vernon immediately fell in love with the idea of a daughter to spoil as much as their perfect son and headed off to the orphanage, Dudley in tow. And while Dudley got a new sister that day, Harry got a cousin that didn’t treat him like shit.

Then in one of life’s great ironies, shortly after your sixth birthday (which was the day before Harry’s) you proved to be just as much of a ‘freak’ as your cousin when Dudley wouldn’t stop picking on Harry. Your hands fisted at your sides and your brother found himself suddenly twenty feet away as you screamed at him to stop.

Of course, your new family refused to believe that you had been the cause and blamed poor Harry even when you told them it was you. When one too many unexplained things occurred when he wasn’t around, they were forced to admit the truth. You, their baby girl, their sissy, were a ‘freak’. When your so-called parents tried to treat you with the same level of love and affection they showed their nephew, Dudley forbade it. You were still his sissy even if you had caught Harry’s freakishness. And wasn’t that a fantastic theory? Harry was to blame for it all. As such, it only made sense that he pay the price for your freakishness.

It was no surprise then that by the time the two of you received your Hogwarts’ letters that Harry hated you almost as much as the rest of your family. All in all, it made life rather lonely. Even when you came to Hogwarts, Harry immediately became part of the trio while you remained a loner. Then in your second year Luna Lovegood joined you in Ravenclaw and the two of you became instant friends.

At the beginning of your fourth year, Harry had been particularly nasty to you one afternoon. His hatred of the fact you’d spent most of your summer with the Lovegoods’ seeping into his sharp words. As usual, you said nothing in response, simply standing there and taking his abuse. Suddenly, Harry’s tirade cut off and a heavy hand fell on your shoulder.

“Twenty-five points from Gryffindor for verbally attacking another student, Potter.” Professor Snape’s rumbling deep voice eased some of the tension from your shoulders. Potions was your favorite class and you’d always liked the prickly professor for some reason. “Fifteen more for your language.”

Harry glared and his mouth twisted as he prepared to argue, but Hermione tugging on his arm stopped him. Giving you one last nasty look, he turned and stomped away.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Thank you, professor.” Your voice was soft, barely there as you tried desperately not to give into the threatening tears.

He made a sound of agreement before squeezing your shoulder gently. “Come with me, Ms. Dursley.” He left his hand on your shoulder and steered you to his office in the dungeons. Once you’d made it inside, he led you to chair. “Sit. Are you comfortable with me shutting the door?”

You nodded your head. “Of course, professor.” Not only did you trust the man implicitly, there were wards on the castle that immediately alerted the headmaster if a student should be attacked. Not that they seemed to do much good half the time, you admitted to yourself.

As he took the seat behind his desk, a tea service appeared and he poured you a cup before passing it over for you to prepare it to your taste. “Now, explain to me, Ms. Dursley, where this animosity between you and Harry Potter comes from.”

That was the first of many meetings you would have with Severus Snape over the years. At first they were infrequent, once a month or so but by the time you returned to Hogwarts for your fifth year, it had become a weekly occurrence. Now you were three weeks into your final year and you were avoiding Severus like the plague. He was bound to notice, of course he was. He wasn’t an idiot. But you had no idea how to go about having the conversation you needed to have with him.

While your seventeenth birthday had brought the expected magical maturity, it had also brought an unexpected creature inheritance. It had taken the rest of the summer for you to learn how to hide your ears and tail. Just as you thought everything was going to be fine, school resumed and it took exactly one half of a potions class to realize Severus Snape was your mate. Merlin. Sometimes you swore Magic hated you.

He should have come to the same conclusion when you did, if not before, but he’d said nothing to you about it. Maybe he wanted to ignore it, to pretend you weren’t his mate. The thought hurt more than you thought it would.

You were cleaning up at the end of another potions lab when the professor passed by your desk. “Remain after class, Ms. Dursley.”

You sucked in a breath and his heady scent swamped your senses. “Of course, professor.”

Once the room emptied, Severus headed toward his office as he motioned you to follow. He didn’t spare a glance in your direction. You sat in your usual chair and watched him prepare your tea the way you liked it. It was only after he leaned back in his seat with his own cup that his gaze met yours.

“Now, why are you avoiding me?” That smooth, sultry voice wrapped around you offering a comfort you didn’t realize you needed.

You coughed a little on your drink and shook your head. Your cheeks heated as you denied his words. “I’m not.”

He snorted. “Bullocks.”

You crinkled your nose in distaste at the expression which made him smile ever so briefly. You sighed and sat your cup on the edge of his desk. “Do you really not know?”

His brows lifted at that. It was obvious he had no idea what you were referring to.

Your hands tangled together in your lap as you cleared your throat. You tore your gaze from him as you revealed your cat ears and tail. He came to stand beside you in the long stretch of silence that followed. “May I?” he asked quietly.

You nodded in agreement though you weren’t entirely sure what he was asking permission for. That question was answered when his long fingers ran over the tips of your ears. They twitched beneath his touch. In a swirl of robes, he was back in his seat and you risked a glance at him. There was nothing but curiosity in his gaze. You bit your lip, drawing his gaze before he met your eyes again.

“Neko?”

“Shadow neko,” you corrected.

He sucked in a breath in surprise. “Those are incredibly rare.”

The corner of your lips lifted slightly at the awed tone. “I’m aware.”

“What did Gringotts say?”

You leaned back in your seat and crossed your legs. This wasn’t a discussion you wished to have with him. With anyone. Eventually, yes, but not when you were still coming to grips with it yourself. “Those tests are incredibly expensive. Well beyond the ten pounds in my pocket.” The only way you had even been able to attend Hogwarts had been through their fund for indigent students.

His brow furrowed. “Why didn’t you say? I would have paid for it. You need only ask.”

Your cheeks heated again. “You know why.” You were too proud to beg or even ask for help from a friend. It was a trait shared with the professor so you knew he’d understand.

“Very well,” he agreed after a moment. “None of this explains why you are avoiding me, however.”

You took a deep breath and dug up the little Gryffindor bravado you kept buried under your Ravenclaw smarts. “You’re my mate.”

If you hadn’t been watching when you said the words you would have missed the brief flash of warm hope in his eyes. As fast as it came, it was gone to be replaced with cold hatred. Your chest grew tight and your stomach sank.

“Get out.” His voice was so soft you barely heard it.

Fear flooded through you. He couldn’t reject you. He just couldn’t. You had anticipated him being unhappy. After all, you were student even if you were of age. And you were just you. There was nothing special about you. But the two of you had the greatest conversations. You got along well. You had thought – hoped – he liked you at least a portion of how much you liked him.

“Sever—”

“It’s professor, Ms. Dursley. Now, get out.”

You were frozen in your shock. “But, professor, I don’t understand. Please.” You hated the plea in your voice, the tremor in your hands.

“I had a mate and lost her many years ago the same night your idiot cousin somehow survived.” He gave you a moment to process his words. It couldn’t be true. He was your mate. You knew he was. Your head spun in confusion.

He fisted his hands on the desk and pushed himself to his feet to scowl down at you. “I thought better of you than to resort to such cruelty. I am unsure what you hoped to gain other than your own entertainment at my pain at being reminded. I feel no connection to you. No bond. At this moment I can’t even say I like you. In fact, I wouldn’t be your mate for all the galleons in Gringotts after this little stunt.”

With that, he swept from the room, obviously too impatient to wait for you to leave. You sucked breaths into your tight chest hoping for some relief. Hot tears flowed down your cheeks and dripped into your lap as a sob wracked your body. You stumbled to your feet and into a shadowy corner of his office. With a thought you found yourself in your room where you immediately collapsed on the bed and cried yourself to sleep.

In the days that followed you became another specter in a castle full of them. Your quiet figure would move from class to class, keeping yourself pressed against the walls as you went doing your best to stay out of the way. Luna stayed your constant companion but you didn’t seem to be talking to her either. You sat at the table during meals but pushed the food around on the plate, eating the minimum required to keep you functioning.

After a week you no longer bothered to conceal your ears and tail. It took so much energy. So much more than you could spare. Your scent also changed to the sweet scent of an unmated submissive to signal to alphas you were available. Not that you would pick any of them. Snape may be certain you weren’t his mate, but he was yours. Your neko wanted no one else. Would accept no one else.

You were on your way to class when you found yourself surrounded by five Gryffindors. Two of them were alphas but you couldn’t place any of them. You didn’t care enough to. One of the alphas stepped closer while his friends hemmed you in. “Hello, little neko.”

You curled in on yourself even more than usual. Your shoulders hunched in an effort to make you seem smaller than you already were and your arms wrapped around your waist. “Hello. Please move. I’ll be late to class.”

“Oh, you’ve got plenty of time. Don’t be like that. We just want to get to know you.” He kept his voice sweet, coaxing but the vibes you picked up from him were anything but nice.

When you ignored him and tried to push past, he grabbed one of your wrists and tugged you into him. You pushed against him, but his grip was too firm. “Let go.”

Before he could respond, a deep voice interrupted. “I believe she told you to release her.” Severus Snape to the rescue.

The boy immediately released you and took a step back, his hands up in a gesture of faux innocence.

“Twenty points from Gryffindor for harassing another student. A submissive at that. Each.” They groaned but dare not say anything as Snape would only make it worse. “And a week’s detention with Filch. Two for you, Thomas. Go.”

The boys scattered as you wrapped your arms back around yourself. You kept your back turned to the professor, unable to look at him.

“You must know that as much as the use of magic in the halls is frowned upon, you are allowed to defend yourself,” he finally said.

You gave a nod though you still didn’t face him. “Yes, sir.”

“Next time I expect you to do so.”

“Yes, sir.” You hurried off then, needing to get to your class and away from the man that already haunted your every moment.

In your potions class that afternoon, you kept your head down and focused on your brewing. The potion, while complex, was one you had brewed before. Professor Snape moved through the students, checking their work and lecturing when needed. He came to stand by your desk and you did your best to ignore him until he’d been there for several minutes without saying anything. “Can I help you, sir?”

“What. Is. This?” he bit out as he tugged back the sleeve of your robe to reveal the dark bruising around your wrist from your earlier encounter.

Your face heated as you covered the mark. “It’s from before. It’s fine.”

“It is not fine.” He swept away from you in a twirl of his robes. “Detention tonight, Ms. Dursley. Immediately after supper.”

“Yes, sir.”

At the end of the class, Severus’ gaze followed you as you left the room. He was still furious that you’d been injured to the point of bruising. His reaction was out of proportion to the injury. He knew that but couldn’t seem to do anything about it. It was taking everything in him to not track down Dean Thomas and teach him a lesson about how to treat a submissive. Especially one as precious as you.

The potions master groaned and dropped his head into his hands. He hadn’t lied when he told you that he felt no bond with you. There was no connection there. There couldn’t be. While some creatures may get the opportunity for another mate should the first die, Vampires weren’t one of them. One life mate for the longest lived species of them all. Oh, the irony. Of course, once the bond was complete, one mate wouldn’t outlive the other anyway, their lives and souls intertwined completely.

He had been less than truthful about his feelings for you, however. He’d always had a soft spot for you from the moment you first walked into his class. As you grew and changed, so did his feelings for you. For a time, he’d thought about pursuing you after you left the school but then you’d turned out to have an inheritance which meant you had a mate. He wouldn’t rob you of that. He couldn’t be that selfish. Not with you.

When you’d told him that he was your mate, he’d had a brief moment of happiness before he remembered that was a possibility that was taken from him many years ago. You weren’t the first student that thought it would be amusing to tell the dungeon bat he was their mate. Ha, isn’t that funny? But you…Merlin, that had hurt more than he thought possible. At the very least, he’d imagined the two of you were friends. But friends weren’t cruel to one another. The didn’t play with one another’s feelings.

He sighed and cast a quick tempus realizing he’d been brooding longer than he intended. Realizing the meal was nearly over, Severus requested a light dinner from a house elf. Once he’d finished eating and started brewing a batch of pepper-up potions for the infirmary, he realized you were late.

Leaving the potion under a stasis spell, he started for Ravenclaw tower. He was interrupted by the arrival of Dumbledore’s patronus summoning him for a meeting. He clenched his jaw in irritation but headed for the old man’s office. He arrived to find the other three head of houses but no headmaster. Severus rolled his eyes. Albus would be late for his own meeting.

He shifted his gaze to the diminutive Charms master. “Filius, one of your eagles failed to show for detention.”

Flitwick frowned. “Who?”

Severus crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. He didn’t wish for you to be in trouble with your head of house, but he was concerned for your wellbeing after the incidents of the day. “Dursley.”

“Ah, just who we’re all here to discuss. Thank you for bringing her up, Severus,” Albus said as he swept into the room and took his seat. “Lemon drop?” he offered and everyone shook their heads.

The Ravenclaw head of house bounced in his seat a little. “What about Ms. Dursley?”

Albus hummed. “Ms. Dursley has left Hogwarts for the time being. Hopefully she will return before winter break.”

There was a stunned silence until McGonagall broke it. “Left? What do you mean she left? It’s her NEWTs year, Albus.”

He folded his hands together on his desk and peered over the top of his glasses. “I am aware, Minerva. However, it was brought to my attention by a concerned classmate that Ms. Dursley’s mate has rejected her. As she is a submissive neko, you are all aware of the issues this can cause. Myself and Ms. Pomfrey felt it in her best interest for her to take some time to recuperate.”

Severus snorted in disbelief.

Albus arched a brow. “Is there a problem, my boy?”

“Ms. Dursley is operating under the mistaken belief that I am her mate.”

“Are you certain you aren’t?” Pomona Sprout asked.

“Of course, I’m certain. Do you think I would risk refusing her if I wasn’t?” Really, did his colleagues think so little of him?

“Severus Snape, what did you do to that girl?” Minerva snapped at him, but Severus didn’t answer her.

His attention was currently locked on the old man behind his desk. The one who winced when Severus said he was certain. The man who now wore a look that was a cross between shame and calculation. Albus pursed his lips and stared at his desk rather than meet anyone’s gaze.

“What did you do?” Severus asked. His voice was low but lethal.

Dumbledore’s eyes jerked up to meet the potion master’s. “Now, my boy, you must realize that I was only trying to help.”

“What did you do?” he asked again, drawing the words out this time.

The headmaster licked his lips nervously. “You have to understand that you were so distraught by the time I found you after the attack. I did what I thought best.”

“Albus,” Minerva said with a sour expression, “answer the bloody question.”

Severus gave her a nod of thanks before turning his attention back to Dumbledore.

Albus sighed. “I placed a block on your mate bond.”

Everyone in the room was deathly silent as they stared at the man in fervent disbelief.

He rushed to explain himself. “You were devastated after Samhain. Weeks passed and you were barely functioning. I thought if I blocked the link so you couldn’t feel it, it would ease some of your pain. And it did. You weren’t yourself, but you were so much better.”

“My mate died! Of course I was devastated. I had every right! You had no right to take my grief from me. No right.” Severus had never felt more disgusted at this old coot than he did at that moment.

The other three heads of house made noises of surprise. “Lily was your mate?” Sprout asked.

He closed his eyes and shook his head before looking back at them. “No. Cassiopea Lestrange. Bella and Rodo’s daughter. Aurors attacked and burnt the cottage they were living in the same night the Potters died. Cassie was a babe. She was in her crib on the top floor, right where the fire started. They couldn’t get to her. It’s why they attacked the Longbottoms. They were part of the raid that killed their only child.”

Albus winced and dread filled Severus. He didn’t want to ask but he had to know. “What?”

The headmaster cringed and curled in on himself as he tried to hide. “We couldn’t allow the child to grow up on the Dark side. For the greater good, she couldn’t be allowed to remain in that house.”

Snape staggered back as a feeling of absolute betrayal swamped him. “You ordered them to kill my mate?”

Albus’ brows shot up and he held his hands up. “No, of course not, my boy.”

“I think you better explain, Albus,” Filius stated with a furrowed brow. None of them were liking what they were hearing from their headmaster.

The old man sighed again. “Alice and Frank were working with the order. They took the child to a safe location and started the fire to make the Dark believe she was dead. Unfortunately, they were driven insane before they told anyone where they placed the girl.”

Severus’ knees went weak and he fell into a chair some conjured up beneath him. His hands trembled as he felt true hope for the first time since he’d lost his mate. “Are you telling me she’s been alive this whole time? She’s been alive and alone for sixteen years?”

“Initially I believed your grief to be for Lily Potter. It was much later when I discovered your mate was someone else. By then, it had been much too long. There was no hope of finding the child. I felt it was better to allow you to continue to believe she was completely beyond your reach.”

Tears fell from onyx eyes. “That wasn’t your choice to make.”

“You would have obsessed over her,” Albus argued. “You had other matters you needed to focus on. It was for the greater good.”

Snape snarled. “Fuck you and your greater good, old man. I’m not your puppet anymore. I quit. And get this bloody block off of me.”

“My boy—”

He shoved himself back to his feet. “I am not your boy. Remove it or so help me I will have you up on charges with the Ministry and the vampire council for interfering with a mate bond.”

Albus’ sigh was completely defeated. “Of course.” He moved his wand in a complex pattern and muttered several phrases in Latin. After a moment, Severus suddenly felt lighter, freer. Whole. Even if he could feel that annoying persistent ache telling him his mate was too far away. But that meant she was alive. Alive and very much his. Merlin, he was going to kill this old fool.

“Where is she?” he asked.

Dumbledore furrowed his brow. “I told you, we don’t know.”

Severus rolled his eyes. “Dursley.”

“She went home.”

He shook his head immediately. “She wouldn’t. She hates it there.”

“Perhaps Miss Lovegood would know,” Filius suggested. “I’ll ask her and get back to you as soon as possible.”

“Thank you.” And in a flash, Severus was gone, using his enhanced speed to take him to his rooms. He wished to be packed and out of Hogwarts as soon as possible.

He was surprised to find your best friend sitting on the floor outside of his office. “Miss Lovegood?”

She gave him a dreamy smile as she got to her feet. “Hello, Professor. Or should I not call you that any longer?”

He had long ago ceased questioning how the blonde knew the things she did. “Where is she?”

Luna tilted her head and looked him over. Her eyes shone with a clarity she rarely possessed. “Why?”

“Please.” His voice broke with the word. He couldn’t explain this to her. Couldn’t get out the words through the knowledge that he may have irrevocably injured his mate. He just needed to find you. To confirm you were who he now thought you to be. He couldn’t let another day go by without you in his arms.

She hummed and shrugged. “She went home.”

He shook his head. “She wouldn’t return to the Dursleys.”

“That was never her home.”

“Your place then?” It had to be. There was nowhere else for her to go.

She gave another soft smile and shook her head. “She’s always welcome but daddy’s in South Africa looking for whumplesnuffles.”

Snape blinked. What in Merlin was a whumplesnuffle? “Then where?” He sounded desperate, he knew it, but he didn’t care.

“Daddy was most curious when her creature inheritance came through. Took her to Gringotts himself.”

His brow furrowed. “She told me she hadn’t been tested.”

“Did she?” she said before heading down the hallway. Severus could only watch her go as he tried to recall the conversation with you in his office but the exact words escaped him. Damn it. He huffed a breath and entered his rooms to pack. He had no desire to return here if he didn’t have to.

Mere hours had passed when Severus found himself standing in front of the gate to Lestrange manor. He hesitated, staring at the once familiar home. It had always been overly large in his opinion. Of course, Bella had thought so too. That’s why the family had been living in their cottage rather than here with Rodo’s father. Severus shook the thought away.

He hoped this is what Luna had been trying to tell him. That you were his Cassie and you’d come home. But what if he was wrong? That’s why he hesitated. What if you weren’t her? What if he never found her? But why else would you claim to be his mate? It was the only thing that made sense.

After taking a deep breath for courage, he laid his hand against the gates. Evidently, he was still keyed into the wards as the gate silently swung open to admit him. He made his way to the door which opened as he neared it. A familiar looking house elf watched him with a tilt of its head. “What cans Mopsy bes doings for you, Mr. Snapsey man?”

The corner of Severus’ mouth twitched. “Hello, Mopsy. I am hoping your mistress made her way home. I need to see her.”

The elf’s eyes narrowed. “They said Mistress Cassie was dead. Hows she come home if she dead?”

He hummed in agreement. “That is what they said. Is she here?”

“I thinks you better come in. Youse not well thinking dead peoples be here.” With that she stepped back to allow him in the house. “Youse waits here.” The elf disappeared with a pop.

Severus closed his eyes and tipped his head back with a groan. Mopsy hadn’t explicitly stated you weren’t here, but it wasn’t looking good. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. Maybe you were just another student and his mate would be forever lost to him.

“Why are you here, professor?” Your soft, sweet voice startled him from his contemplation.

His eyes flew open and his spine straightened. He looked you over from top to bottom. How was it you looked so much worse than you had even that afternoon? His heart ached at the knowledge that he was the cause of your unhealthy appearance. But now that you were here in front of him, there was no question that you were his mate, his Cassie.

When the silence stretched, you wrapped your arms across your stomach and hunched your shoulders as if that could protect you from the world around you. Protect you from this man in particular. You kept your gaze turned from him, not wanting to see that look of hatred and sadness he seemed to don whenever you were around lately. And it would probably be worse as he’d obviously been sent to “fix” you.

You rolled your eyes at the thought and took a step back. “There’s no reason for you to be here, professor. I assure you, I will be fine in time. You can return to your duties.”

“Wait,” he said, his voice sharp, quick.

You jerked your head up in surprise and met his gaze. You couldn’t place the emotion on his face as he gave you a crooked smile. “Why?” you asked with a tilt of your head. If he was feeling guilty, you didn’t want to hear it. You had no interest in making him feel better when you still felt like shit.

He ran a hand through his hair and took a step toward you. When you made to move again, he held his hands up in a placating gesture. “Why did you tell me you hadn’t been tested?”

“I didn’t. I merely stated that the tests were expensive. Xeno paid when he realized what sort of creature I was. I wasn’t exactly thrilled to discover who my parents were. As if Harry needed another reason to hate me.” You shrugged and turned to head toward the sitting room. Severus could either follow you or not. When you arrived you made a beeline for the small bar at the side of the room and poured yourself a healthy serving of Dragon Brandy. “Help yourself,” you told Snape as you took a seat.

He lifted the bottle you’d used and sniffed it. He nodded in appreciation and poured himself a glass before sitting in the chair across from you. His tongue traced his bottom lip as he studied you for a moment. “You had to know I wouldn’t care about your parentage.”

“I had a feeling you wouldn’t and I intended to tell you after we’d dealt with the issue of you being my mate, and…well, you know how that went. Why are you here, Sev—professor?”

He shook his head. “Not professor. Not anymore. I tendered my immediate resignation.”

You arched a brow at that. You knew he hated his job but were surprised he’d leave it so abruptly. “Why?”

Severus took a deep breath and licked his lips before launching into the story of his mate and Dumbledore’s unwanted, bumbling interference. You were horrified by the time he finished.

“You thought me dead for fifteen years?” You’d been suffering thinking he’d rejected you but you couldn’t fathom thinking he was gone forever. The heartbreak you would feel.

“Sixteen.” His voice nearly broke and he cleared his throat. “It’s been sixteen years.”

He crossed the room in long strides and knelt in front of you, taking your hand in his. “When you told me that I was your mate, I had a brief moment of happiness before I realized it was impossible. My mate was gone. And as much as I might wish for you to be her, I thought it impossible. If I could chose anyone to be tied to for eternity it would be you.”

He lifted your hand and pressed a kiss to the inside of your wrist before laying your hand against his cheek and closing his eyes. “I am so sorry for the things I said. For not finding you all those years ago. I can only hope to make it up to you.”

You studied him for a long moment. “You hurt me, Severus.”

He winced as if the words physically pained him. “I know.”

You lifted your free hand to cradle his face. “Don’t do it again.”

Then your lips found his. You smiled against his mouth as pure euphoria flooded through you. If there had been any lingering question as to your identity it was long gone. There was no doubt you were the potion master’s mate.

With the connection between you affirmed, all the broken pieces of your heart settled back into place. It was still tender, still fragile, but for the first time since his rejection, you believed it could be healed. Severus deepened the kiss as he pulled you from the chair and into his arms. A moment later he was sitting on the floor with you straddling his thighs as the two of you desperately tried to get closer.

Finally, you pulled back and rested your forehead against his. “You can’t hurt me again, Sev. Not like that. I won’t survive it a second time. I thought I’d lost you before I’d even had you.”

He leaned back and lifted your chin so you were looking in his eyes. “I will cherish you every day for the rest of our lives. Just love me and I will give you everything you desire.”

You grinned. “The only thing I need is you. Just you.”

He kissed you again, short and sweet. “And you have me, body and soul.”

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seriouslysam8 · 1 month

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Who do you think should be Dudley's wizarding lover?:

Luna: Weirdest witch, most normal muggle

Draco: Counterparts from the different worlds

Cho: Awkwardness to the 100%

Millicent: Chunky lovers

Colin: Fanboy x bully

Daphne: just because

other: who?

I’ve seen Cho/Dudley before and I enjoyed it.

But I think Luna would just add to the hilarious factor. He would believe everything Luna says and spew it back to Hinny who would just snicker and nod.

I’d definitely go Luna/Dudley. Who is with me?!?!

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findroleplay · 5 months

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hi there! i'm eliza (she/her) & at the moment i'm craving either some harry potter, asoiaf, or some hunger games rp. it's like its 2013 again! i'm 25+ (sigh!) so unwilling to write with anyone under 21 under any circumstances, and I write on discord, generally on private servers.

i like to double up in terms of canons - if i write your preferred canon, it would be great if you could write mine - and if we do mxf ships I prefer to double up on those too. I am comfortable writing all genders and dynamics, I just find that having two ships means we both have equal investment! in terms of ocs I have noted a couple of oc scenarios I would like to explore, but in general I prefer to stick faiiiirly close to canons.

i am definitely a 2-3 paragraphs type of writer and i love to ramble on about our characters, novel/novella style!

below i have listed a ships i'm craving, with my preferred role in bold*, as well as some canons I just love writing in any scenario! *if neither is bolded you can take your pick, it means I love writing both of them <3 italicised means I would literally kill for you to write this with me. i'm open to canon x oc or canon x canon, as well as mxf (generally my default but not always!), mxm, or mxf.

I'm very easy going (just silly really) and would put my activity at about a 6/10 - I won't be on discord every day but will absolutely check in with you if I think I'm going to be away from my phone or extremely busy. while I don't have any triggers per say, I prefer to plot and write a little together before plunging into full blown smut, and I like nsfw scenes to have a plot purpose (most of the time lol). needless to say i am extremely anti-jkr. these characters are ours now <3 harry potter: fred weasley x alicia spinnet** (i would probably cut limbs off for this) sirius black x marlene mckinnon sirius black x remus lupin sirius black x ofc oliver wood x katie bell or ofc george weasley x luna lovegood george weasley x angelina johnson narcissa malfoy x lucius malfoy draco malfoy x astoria greengrass alastor moody x anyone fabian prewett x anyone

lily evans x james potter draco malfoy x harry potter ginny weasley x harry potter ginny weasley x pansy parkinson bill weasley x fleur delacour dudley dursley x anyone magical for his redemption arc any minor character ships where we can develop backstories! (just off the top of my head for characters that I love to develop: michael corner, padma patil, justin finch-fletchley, theodore nott, terry boot, susan bones, blaise zabini)

the hunger games: finnick odair x annie cresta haymitch abernathy x effie trinket coriolanus snow x whatever poor girl he decides is going to be his wife gale hawthorne x madge undersee

gale hawthorne x johanna mason ('i could fix him' 'well i could make him worse') finnick odair x ofc (happy to play either role) original tributes in the arena, tribute x mentor if we come up with something good! haymitch x his girl from home (rip babe) asoiaf (book canon): robb stark x jeyne westerling or ofc robb stark x oc if we double! luv writing him sansa stark x jon snow (post parent reveal) jon snow x satin loras tyrell x renly baratheon ellaria sand x oberyn martell catelyn stark x jaime lannister iykyk catelyn stark x roose bolton nooo don't give me the skin of my enemies you're so sexy aha x davos seaworth x stannis baratheon arianne martell x anyone at all! sansa stark x willas tyrell robb stark x margaery tyrell edmure tully x margaery tyrell tbh you can probably persuade me on most canon x canon crack marriages. i got fully invested in lyanna x jaime lannister once so now nothing will surprise me <3 if you're interested in any of these pls like this post so I can reach out and provide my discord!

#rp #roleplay #harry potter rp #asoiaf rp #hunger games rp

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aesthetics-for-harry-potter · 9 months

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Moodboard of Dudley x Luna.

Requested by: anon.

#mod alex #harry potter #harry potter series #harry potter aesthetic #harry potter moodboard #harry potter fandom #harry potter graphic #harry potter characters #dudley dursely #luna lovegood

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tatakaetime07 · 2 years

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Yay tysm! Can I request some Harry Potter x muggle! reader, where the reader is Harry’s neighbor and they are friends since they were kids. (Y/n) would always be the one who would protect him from the bullies because of how she was trained by her parents how to defend herself. Her father was even a good hunter and even took her to the woods to hunt with the use of a sniper rifle? Harry and (y/n) would meet every summer. They would hang out at the mall or the park. Harry never mentioned his girlfriend about him being a wizard, that's when at Hp7 part 1. She was captured by one of the dark wizards in Malfoy manor and she was tortured by Bellatrix till she was able to escape and kill a bunch of dark wizards along the way with a sword that was hanging on the wall. She encountered the other prisoners such as Luna and her father. She wanted to free them, to get them all out here but she was caught again and got thrown in. When she introduced herself to Luna, (y/n) didn’t expect that Luna knew her because Harry mentioned (y/n) many times in their talk.

✶ ⋆｡˚ ੈ♡ I'll be there for you,always Pt.1 h.p

A/n-This is my first time writing for hp,so tell what u think!^^

Pairing:Harry Potter x Muggle!Fem!Reader

Summary:Without knowing,you were childhood friends and in love with one of the most known wizards.For years you never knew of how much danger Harry was in,that is until you become suspicious,and is taken yourself.

Warnings:Cursing,violence,fluff

Word count-1.2k

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Growing up you were always told to stay away from the small boy next door;Harry Potter.You were always told how strange he was,mostly by the Dursleys,the family he stayed with,when they would come over.It was odd in itself how easily Harry's aunt and uncle made fun of the very kid they took care of.

He seemed normal,a bit shy,but he looked sweet enough.You felt terribly guilty everytime you saw him being bullied.You never wanted to cause attention to yourself,and although selfish,you knew what would happen if you were to ever try and defend him.You knew you could,since,growing up with a father who was in the military,that you could fight them off.It didn't mean you should,at least thats what your mother had told you.

One day though,while sitting on the swings during lunch,you noticed how half of the children around you ran,starting to form a little circle.You were curious,so you stood up,walking over to them.

However,the sight before you made your heart break.There,sprawled on the ground was Harry Potter.A few boys stood around him,laughing and mocking him.You had seen that sort of thing before,like when the teacher wasn't looking in class.

But what came out of one of the boys's mouth shocked everyone.

"Are you crying?Maybe you should go to your mommy and daddy.Oh wait."

Everyone knew of what happened to Harry's parents,the only reason thet knew though was being his cousin Dudley wouldn't shut up about it.However no one had ever spoke about to his face,not even those who loved teasing him.

Multiple people let out an audible gasp,I mean why wouldn't they?Even Harry,who usually had a stone cold expression had obvious little tears brimming his eyes.You noticed his jaw clench while he glared up at the boy in front him.But even after a few seconds nothing happened,no teachers came to aid the poor boy,not even his own cousin who was watching came to help.That's when you knew you had to do something.

"Hey!"You shouted,but immeadedly shrunk into yourself as multiple pairs of eyes turned to you.

You heard one of the bullies scoff,and you could feel your blood boil as a new-found confidence entered you.

"You think its funny to make fun of others?"You shouted as you subtly went and walked in front of Harry,eyes narrowed.You didn't know at that moment just how much it meant to Harry,if you had been anyone else,you would've seen how Harry's eyes glazed over in admiration as he stared up at you.

"Why else would I be doing it?"He laughed while smirking,his friends clapping him on the back.You approached the bully which caught him off guard,but you saw how he tried to shake it off.

"Does it make you feel bigger,making others feel smaller?"It was a genuine question,and even though,being at the young age of 8,you didn't how someone could be so bitter.

Whatever laughter that had been going on ceased as you and the bully in front of you shared a glare.

"You think you know so much about me, huh?Maybe you just can't take a joke-"

And that's when a large crack rang through the courtyard.You couldn't take it anymore.Who thought that they could say shit like that?The boy landed on the ground as he went to touch his nose,blood smearing his fingers.

Some people applauded you while others looked at you as if you were a dangerous freak.

"W-what the fuck,y-you fucking hit me!"

Others alerted this to a teacher and you were,of course sent home.But instead of feeling dread you felt a smile linger on your features.

Later that day,when walking out of your house to get the daily newspaper,you were surprised to hear a meek voice call out.

"Thank you.Erm (Y/n),right?"

You turned towards the voice,and there he was.Harry had a few bruises and a new crack in his glasses,but his expression looked elated.You were slightly shocked,you had never once talked before,so this was new,but the warm little fuzzy thing in your chest was anything but.

"Yea,and y-you don't have to thank me,"You replied bashfully while swinging back and forth on the balls of your feet."And I should've done it earlier anyway."

When you looked up, you were taken aback by the light blue eyes staring right back at you.All there was in between you both was a short fence,and other than that was just small tension.

"Really,no one else has ever stood up for me like that,it was brilliant. "It was a sad thought knowing he had never been treated like am equal,but you understood the sentiment,and in your small 8 year old heart you knew you would do anything for that boy.

"Well if I dont,who will?"He didn't reply as you both just stood on your yards in a quiet silence.You heard your mother ask what was taking so long and took as a sign to rush back inside."I know we don't really know each other but if you ever need me,I'll protect ya."

It was a bit brave of you to even think he would want to continue talking to you,but the way he just pushed out all those negative thoughts made you mot care as much.

"We thank you for being knight and shining armor,(Y/n)."Harry pretended to bow as he laughed.

You cracked a smile as you played along,bowing right back."Of course,Harry."

You both laughed while blushing,you scratched the back if your neck,walking over to your mailbox and grabbing the paper.."Well,I gotta get this back to my mum."

"Sure!I'll uh,see you later."

"Yea,see ya later."

You walked towards your house too,the beating of your heart never slowing.

"Honey what took you so long?"Your mother worriedly asked as she looked to from the kitchen.

"I was just um..I was just talking to a friend."It was the partial truth,you hopefully would see each other more often.

"A friend?!Oh that's wonderful darling!"

After that you were attached at the hip,being together and hanging around each other 24/7.And whenever someone would tease you made sure they wouldn't try and mess with him again,you suppose that training from your father really did come in handy.

You would of course stick together over the years,but after a while he would start leaving for months at a time every year,and you started to become suspicious,and everything seemed so different,when Harry told you his secret you weren't sure how to feel,but you didnt really get the chance to talk,especially when you yourself were taken.

#harry potter fic #Harry Potter x reader insert #hp x reader #harry potter oneshot #X reader #x reader fic #harry potter x fem!reader #harry potter fluff #reader insert

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kiinghanalister · 10 months

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things I’m hoping for in the hbo Harry Potter series:

more dursleys and Harry interactions - especially showing uncle Vernon being on edge all day by the people in cloaks and all the owls in from chapter one

show the change in Dudley through the years and how he ends on a good note with Harry

cast the adults appropriately per canon age

Have snippets of Harry when he was little - like when Hagrid is telling him he’s a wizard and bam flashback to a quick montage of Harry’s accidental magic

more quidditch (the twins being great beaters, Oliver wood in his captain glory)

GHOSTS *cough* peeves *cough*

Harry actually having messy awful hair, and have his mother’s eyes

late 80s/early 90s style galore (you know hermione is gonna be using scrunchies and lavender will be glitter and barrettes galore and Ron is gonna be wearing things from the mid 80s cause everything is a hand-me-down from bill)

Charlie Weasley. PLEASE

the love of magic remain child like through out the series (idk how to explain it but sorcerers stone vibes). But also deal with the heavy properly. Just don’t make it all dark and can’t see anything at all. Imagine the starkness of going from a battle, escaping, and then just in bright and cheery, oblivious muggle London. DH part 1 did a decent job of it but the series has so much more potential to make the starkness more abrupt and obvious

Little shit!Harry; Sassy!harry; snarky!Harry - whatever you wanna call it but please book Harry

Harry and Ginny scenes

Ron and Hermione stupid little arguments

Hermione pushing everyone to study

Classes

quidditch games at the burrow

Mcgonagall - “have a biscuit potter” - his whole conversation about his future plans after hogwarts

The ideas to do clever/smart things coming from who they did in the books - it’s not all Hermione like in the movies

More Dobby

hermione x SPEW

THE D.A.! THE COINS! EVERYONE TAKING FELIX THE NIGHT HARRY LEFT WITH DUMBLEDORE! KIDS RISING UP AND GETTING SHIT DONE WHEN THEY WERE ONLY KIDS CAUSE SOMEONE HAD TO

Harry destroying dumbledore’s office (I DONT CARE! … I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END!)

EXPLOSIVE EMOTIONAL AND ANGRY HARRY

Give me more Luna. Who believes in creatures no one else does and yeah some of it is kooky but a good chunk of the kids at hogwarts didn’t even know magic existed until they got their letter and they don’t believe Luna might be right on some things???

Frank & Alice Longbottom in St Mungos. Scene exactly like in the book. (Honestly would be a great opportunity for celebrity cameos too lol)

Mrs Weasley comforting Harry after Cedric. Padfoot being there too.

#in hindsight #this was more then I expected to think of lmao #Harry Potter #hp #liz does things #the starkness between the and oblivious muggles = make it apparent how out of it Harry is at the dursleys!#the worst thing that can happen the li the dursleys is for Vernon not to get a promotion #and petunia miss the drama happening at the neighbors!!!!#the muggles literally have no idea about Voldemort and are completely blind to it and Harry is surrounded by people who have no idea #happily living their lives until they become a victim!!!#imagine Harry being like a hitler youth and seeing a concentration camp and then next day going down the street to a Jewish family who has #no idea who hitler is #like!!! that’s Harry every summer!!!

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broomsticks · 1 year

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Hmmm a ship I don’t already know your opinion on….

Harry/Regulus?

And….

Luna/Dudley

(…oh my god I just looked up that second one and there’s a Luna/Dudley/Krum on Ao3 and your guidance is needed desperately)

HARRY/REG: Don’t Ship It

was my first instinct -- and then i started getting a million ship ideas -- but i haven’t answered don’t ship it in a while so let’s go with that

Why don’t you ship it?

1) regulus canonically died before harry was born. which - there are workarounds, especially in fic, but that did tip the scale initially to a “don’t ship it”! 2) to me they seem more mirrors than complementary or even antagonistic. FTL is easy to ship, so is ETL, strangers to lovers on the other hand doesn’t come as naturally! 3) honestly, harry referring to regulus as not as handsome as sirius probably colors my view on this ship LMFAO

What would have made you like it?

some ideas i would write if i had to write this ship lmfao:

crack-taken-seriously prongsfoot POV hegulus in a no voldemort or muggle au. “my baby boy??” “my baby brother?????” (some side lily/black sisters (any/all 😂) and remus/peter?)

a dark regulus lives + voldemort wins and kidnaps harry AU. possible schooldays past-jegulus with noncon prisoner harry, orrrrr harry’s groomed as a dark lord and it’s a rivals to lovers? (or rivals to rivals-who-fuck)

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

😈 (translation: i do actually ship it)

LUNA/DUDLEY: Ship It

What made you ship it?

i just wrote a luna/petunia + cho/dudley and also read a lovely luna/dudley for HPFC holiday bingo!

honestly luna x any canonically unlikeable character is an instant i ship it for me, and one of the reasons why luna is one of my favorite characters to write and read in rare ships. no matter how unlikeable you are, she'll find something to love about you, and you don't even really need to do much character development work to sell it/ make it plausible! rare shipper dream of a character tbh

What are your favorite things about the ship?

omg SIZE DIFFERENCE.

Very Gentle Sex where martial artist! or wrestler!dudley is worried about hurting her and she's like "you know i'm stronger than i look right"

dudley finding a place in the magical world! i will always love this

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

i... actually ship it? hahahaha.

OR HM some sort of whumpy darkfic reversed muggle/wizard au where luna is a prisoner of the dursleys, in privet drive instead of malfoy manor? 👀

#LT tag #tumblr games #hp rare pairs

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fandomstars · 2 years

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Hello! I haven’t read any of your works personally, but are there any specific things you like to write the most? Genres, scenarios, character types or tropes, what makes you the most excited to write a story? How do you do it? Do you write it all down the moment you have a great idea, or do you let it sit and develop for several days between writing sessions?

Genres:

Angst

Hurt / Comfort

Fluff

Adventure

Romance (only if it’s an OTP of mine I’m at least 20% confident I can write okay at.)

Scenarios:

Angst / Hurt of MC (Ex. Jim Kirk)

Action scenes (even if my skills in such aren’t the best)

Battle scenes

Pokemon Journey

Duels

Alternate Canon

Small, cute, but wholesome moments

Character types:

Angst

Sassy (Even though my attempts are few and far between)

Conflict (mainly from angst but also other things)

Adventurous

Tropes:

Angst thoughts / actions from conflict (I like to see characters go deeper in their emotions.)

De-aged (So far I have yet to actually write one…but man do I love this trope! Obi-wan, Jim Kirk, Tony Stark, I’m in!)

Hurt character gets comfort (hugs/kiss/protected it’s all there! Example tag I’ve read many of is < Obi-Wan gets a hug > )

Alternate Canon (It can be fix its, alternate actions of one particular scene, I just love the emotion and energy in it all! Giving a better ending in some cases. )

Tropes / other fanfic stuff I despise:

• Wanda, Steve Rogers, Natasha, and basically all of Team Cap (minus Sam / Bucky (overrated but still like) / Scott) being shown and appreciated as heroes despite being anything but since Winter Soldier & Age of Ultron.

{ I swear if I hear of more praise for Wanda and others, plus Wanda x Vision being OkAy?! I’m going to hurl. >•< }

• Ash being romantically involved with either Serena, Misty, Dawn, May, Cynthia, and more. Also harems….I HATE harems.

{ Only ones I ship with Ash romantically:

• Gary / Paul / Kiawe / Gladion / Lillie / Goh }

Obi-wan hated = Jedi Council bashing

{ I get he’s on the council, but does hating the Jedi Order / Council really fall to hating him specifically or at all? From what I’ve seen, he isn’t the one making many bad decisions! }

AOS Jim Kirk being written as some womanizer / bad guy

{ I get the movies portrayed him a little as such…but that’s just wrong! As someone who’s a fan of such movies, it just pains me how he’s written as so shallow. Makes me still wish for a tv series of this version of Star Trek. Chris Pine rocks as Jim Kirk, and the clear portrayal of a traumatic childhood/past could be explored so much more! I mean it’s clear this version went through Tarsus IV too. Maybe more than TOS Kirk. }

Harry Potter as stupid / paired with Hermione, Ginny, basically anyone not Draco Malfoy (or Luna, though with her it depends on my mood at the time) / Hermione overrated worship / Horocrux = Dursley abuse

{ Look, it may be cliche, but I like Harry Potter as a character. He’s a good main character with an overall good arc. I just hated him being with Ginny in the end. It didn’t help with ‘Cursed Child’, like he may not be a perfect parent, but he’s darn sure more than anything that ‘book’ portrayed! It’s even worst in the canon books, and even some fanfics, where Harry is portrayed as dumb. He could of been sorted into any house..Any. There’s more type of intelligence, and he shows he’s clearly got academic intelligence too, but considering just how he had to ‘not ask questions’ and ‘not get better grades than Dudley’ basically explains aside from teenager mood why his school work was as it was. Just cause he isn’t some book genius like Hermione, doesn’t mean he couldn’t of gotten into Ravenclaw.

Speaking of, why is she so glorified? Okay sure, she’s a good character and friend…but she isn’t some god! No, she didn’t carry the entire series, let alone do all the hard work, not be the reason Ron and Harry made it and so on, she has faults! She can’t solve everything! Lets face it, if those two hadn’t saved her from the troll back when they were eleven, she won’t be around most likely.

Now the Dursleys and horocruxs….oh boy. If there’s one thing I hate in canon the most in this series, it’s this. No, the Dursleys didn’t abuse Harry because of the horocrux. I don’t blame the people that believe this though, as it’s clear the ‘author’ wrote said abuse as mere nothing, glossed over and “explained” as something that’s Harry’s fault. Um no! Abuse isn’t something to be glossed over! The Dursleys were clearly horrible people before Harry even got sent to them! They despited him and his parents, and literally spoke of trying to beat the magic out of him! I don’t know if the Wizarding world has a CPS, but surely if it wasn’t for ‘protect in the blood wards despite being abuse/starved/could of been killed in said house every year with the plus of the wards being non-existent/unless by end of his fourth year’ Dumbledore there be something done no? That also makes another point of how the ‘author’ glossed over said abuse…he names one of his kids after Dumbledore and a bully of a teacher! If Snape were a muggle teacher, he’d be fired on day one. Let’s not get even started on glossing over Neville, Draco, and basically all of Slytherin house home-life/trauma. I’d go on, but then I’d just give myself a blistering headache for days.

Most excited to write a story:

What excites me to write a story can be a number of things. Usually it is through watching a particular character go through something, or some character saying something. Of course, comments on my fanfics help too, but reading others fanfic helps also! Being able to immerse myself in the world of fanfic, and see multiple views of a scene or a character it always so fascinating. Granted, I only look for fanfics of my specific likes, but the thought still stands! Questions, and answers to certain aspects of certain fandoms can sometimes inspire me to write something of the fandom in a new way you know? Yet despite all this, I still have tons of WIP fics that I have yet to update in like forever.

How do you write:

It’s a mix of the two scenarios actually. Like sometimes I get an idea and can write at least a chapter or two before the writing juice runs out. Other times the idea comes in pieces during a couple of days, though it’s mostly small scenes or inputs of characteristics. Either way, still got a ton of WIP because of both.

Thanks for asking!

#fandom #pokemon #anime #tumblr #writers on tumblr #fanfiction #love #cartoon #just ranting #answered #tropes #genres #fictional characters #otp #likes #dislikes #other stuff #fandomstars33

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dvdleydursley · 4 years

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For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)

it's always ourselves we find in the sea

Luna Lovegood/Dudley Dursley

#luna x dudley #dudley x luna #hprarepairnet #mypost

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wandlores · 4 years

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Silver Mysteries

Pairing: Dudley Dursley x Luna Lovegood Words: 1,575 You can also read this on AO3. This is for the nonnie that requested this pairing! This is also for the @hprarepairnet Winter Challenge and their weekly prompt about New Years Eve!

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Dudley remembered her from Harry's Christmas Party the year before.

Her blonde curly hair was longer the year before, but her eyes were just as grey. They reminded him of his mother's old silver china she used only for specific occasions; mainly when his Aunt Marge would come to visit and berate Harry's entire existence. He remembered the way his mother would look down into the china as Marge yelled and the way her eyes would shine as though she saw a ghost. Dudley even wondered now if they were tears threatening to fall. Maybe she saw his Aunt Lily through that china, or maybe she only saw herself and what she was doing to an innocent child.

Dudley would never know, but he did know this: this girl's silver eyes displayed the truth; hopefully her truth was purer than his mother's past.

He at least hoped they were full of forgiveness if she knew about his old nature, if forgiveness was even what he deserved. Years had passed since Harry offered him his hand in forgiveness, but Dudley still didn't believe it. Every year when he would come around for the parties that Harry would invite him to, he wondered if it was all a prank. But as soon as he saw his cousin's relaxed smile, that's when he knew, the boy who lived had grown up, and so had he. He hoped every day that he proved that he was now a better man.

He remembered his heart racing as he caught sight of her the year before. She was laughing an airy laugh and brushed her hand gently against Neville's shoulder. Her smile was whimsical; almost if she came from a dream. He had never seen a sight so pure, he wondered if he even deserved it to unravel her mystery.

He had been standing alone at the party that night - still too awkward to interact with Harry's friends. He could still feel Hermione's distrusting glances from across the room, even if Ron would give him a reassuring smile. It was all just a reminder that maybe he still did not deserve the forgiveness he was given years before.

He was drinking a glass of ale and watching the crowd. Harry's old classmates laughed as Ron cracked a joke, and others were around the snack table sharing memories from their days at Hogwarts. Dudley was willing to admit then that he was always jealous of Harry's experience with magic, much to his father's dismay. He credited his openness of his jealousy as to why he no longer spoke to his father. He was done with his poison toxicity; he hoped his mother would someday join him.

His eyes had glanced away from her only for a moment that night, and when he turned his attention back to where she had previously stood, he was shocked to find that she was no longer there. He was startled moments later when he heard a delicate voice to his left.

"I wonder if mistletoe from the Muggle world is full of nargles as well, what do you think?"

He looked down and realized it was her. He had no idea what nargles were, and he could feel his face morphing into a puzzled look. He hoped she wouldn't take his look the wrong way. His throat was dry, so he took another sip of ale before he tried to respond, but she beat him to it.

"You're Harry's cousin, aren't you?"

Dudley looked down guiltily and nodded. He didn't say much else; that's when he felt her grasp his arm gently. He watched as her head motioned up above them. That's when he realized that's where the mistletoe hung. It was not a random question about mistletoe, it was true curiosity. Her smile was innocent as she gazed up at him, he even interpreted as expectant. It was then that the moment became too much. All he remembered next was walking away without looking back, with her eyes still imprinted in the back of his.

He had never seen her again since that night. He never even caught her name, until now.

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He wished he had kissed her. He had thought about it for over a year since then. He even avoided Harry's New Years Eve party the year before out of shame.

Why had he not just kissed the girl? But was that what she even wanted? He didn't even know her, yet.. she felt all too familiar. It was like he had met her before in a dream, or maybe, he really was just crazy.

This year, he still felt like he did not deserve Harry's forgiveness, but he felt more comfortable in Harry's crowd of friends. Most of them knew him at this point, and he even smiled when Ron cracked a joke. Rather than ale, he chose to drink champagne. He could feel his cheeks burning from intoxication; he had hit his perfect buzz.

She had arrived late; her long blonde curls were now cut to her shoulders, but her eyes were just the same. He had not forgotten them; he wasn't sure he ever could. They were the most striking eyes he had ever seen.

Dudley wasn't sure where he packed up the courage from, but he leaned into Ron as he took a swig from his stout, "Who is that girl?" he asked.

Ron followed his gaze, and he smiled, "That's Luna Lovegood. I'm surprised she didn't make herself known to you yet after all these years."

Oh, she had, Dudley thought, but he didn't say anything more. He just shrugged, "I had seen her around, we just have never really talked."

It wasn't a lie necessarily, she talked, and he didn't. He was about to ask Ron another question, but he was being swept away by Neville as a game of Muggle beer pong was about to begin. Ron motioned for him to join them, but he shook his head in response. He was too dazed by the girl with the silver eyes.

Deep in his thoughts, he didn't hear her approach him again. It was like de ja vu.

"Still wondering about those nargles?"

He felt his cheeks heat up again, but not from the alcohol, and looked down in her direction. She had a playful smile on her lips, but she did not look as though she was teasing him. She seemed rather serious with her question. She was an anomaly.

It must of been the champagne that gave him the courage to respond, so he asked, "What even is a nargle anyway?"

"Just a magical creature I am trying to prove exists. Many do not believe me."

"Why not?"

He wondered if he asked her too much, and just to double check, he looked above his head. No mistletoe this time; he felt disappointed even though the butterflies in his stomach had seemed to settle down.

He could see from the corner of his eyes that her eyes looked away dreamily as she answered him, "Because many people do not believe in things they cannot see. What about you, Dudley Dursley? Do you believe things exist that you cannot see?"

She looked back at him now, and her silver eyes were full of curiosity. She was studying him, as he was studying her. He wondered if this was a double-sided question, but Dudley knew he was probably over-thinking as he always seemed to do these days.

"I used to not," he answered her truthfully, "But after being absorbed into Harry's world, I think I do."

She tilted her head slightly to right, and her hand moved up behind his ear. He flinched away slightly from her touch, but she did not seem offended. It was then he saw that she had grabbed a sparkle away from his ear, "It must have been from Ron's party hat," she explained to him, "When you were asking him about me."

Stunned, Dudley felt his eyes widened, "How did you-?"

"I thought you said you believed in things you couldn't see? Sometimes people just know when they are being talked about."

Baffled, he wanted to have more of an explanation, but he didn't push her for it. Instead, she continued on with other random conversation. He listened to her soft voice intently, and she made him laugh throughout. Her smile made him feel at ease, and those eyes, those eyes made him start to love mysteries when before he used to despise them. Dudley wanted an answer for everything, he had gotten that trait from his father to his own detriment.

It was moments before the strike of midnight. Luna turned toward him and asked, "Do you now know my name?"

He knew she meant if he knew her, or if he wanted to know who she truly was as the clock stroke midnight into the new year. He wasn't sure how he knew that is what she meant, but it was something he could feel. It was something you couldn't see, only know. She wanted to know if he was drawn to the mystery of what they could be.

As he heard the chime of Harry's clock strike midnight and the party around them cheer, he did what he should have done under the mistletoe all those days and weeks before. He kissed her, and when he pulled away, he looked into her silver eyes and whispered, "Luna."

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sweeethinny · 3 years

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Here is the continuation of the one shot where Dudley reviews Harry and hands him something

(Thanks to @constancezin who asked what was in the box, and I was able to write this I love when people interact with me)

PART I

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‘‘So .. what did he give you?’’ Ginny asked as soon as they entered the house, Harry carrying the cardboard box that Dudley had handed him, much more tense than in the past few hours.

‘‘I don’t know’’ He shrugged, placing the box on the counter. Should he open it now? Forget?

‘’Let’s see what it is, Daddy’’ James said excitedly, getting up on the chair to stand at the counter, looking up at the box

‘’Well’’ Harry took a deep breath, using a knife to rip the tape that kept it closed ‘‘Let’s see’’

Harry hoped for something, sincerely, he thought it might even be some old rag, but no. He almost fell backwards, his eyes watering much more than he would have liked, his hands shaking slightly when he understood what it was; his mother's photos.

There was Lily everywhere, as a child, as a baby, at Christmas, on birthday, at church, at wedding ... on the way to Hogwarts. His mother was there, at various ages, smiling at him in a way he never imagined he knew, much like the smile that Albus had.

‘’Is that ...?’’ Ginny started, still gaping, while all the kids were around the counter, taking the pictures to see more accurately ‘‘It’s her’’

‘’Yeah’’ Harry almost stammered, a little sick with the feeling of seeing his mother after years, of having real proof of her existence. At the bottom of the box, there was a photo, well hidden in the middle of the others, one that should have come from correspondence due to the way it was; it was her and his father, wearing the clothes of Hogwarts, together with Sirius and Remus - ironically, Peter was not there. It was a witch photo, they smiled at Harry and waved, in the end, Sirius leaned over to kiss Lily's head affectionately. Behind the photo was written in a handwriting he recognized as hers;

‘‘We graduated! The photo will be normal, even if it's magic, so you can calm Petunia about it When we get back I will try to tell you about what I will do with in the future, I know you are anxious about it, I am too. I miss you guys. Love you so much..

With love, from your daughter

Lily Evans’’

‘’Honey, are you okay?’’ Ginny asked quietly, in the midst of the cacophony that their children did on account of the photos, commenting on every detail of her grandmother, from her hair and eyes, to the whole environment behind her.

‘’I .. I think I need to lie down’’ Harry admitted, feeling dizzy with all the Lily Evans who invaded his home. Each time the children took a new photo, he noticed that there were others in which his father appeared, magical records that always came with notes, as if his mother was afraid of being forgotten. There were torn pictures, pictures that he recognized that Petunia was beside, since he remembered seeing them in the photo albums that she proudly kept. She should have kept the pictures after his grandparents died, maybe it wasn't so horrible as to burn all of her sister's records.

But she hid it, he remembered, as if she was the worst thing in the world.

‘’Your mom won’t mind if I’m missing ... right?’’ They were supposed to go to The Burrow to help with the new home decor, but Harry didn’t think he would be able to see the Weasley family without throwing up and crying shamefully.

‘’Of course not’’ She calmed him down, hugging him sideways and kissing his cheek ‘’I love you, Harry.. and if you want .. if you want to save or .. do what you want with these photos, okay? No one will judge you’’

And as soon as everyone left the house (after his little Lily gave him several kisses on the cheek to make him look better, followed by James, Albus and Teddy), Harry got up from the couch where he was sitting for a few minutes, staring at the open box on the counter as if it were a pandora box.

He took the old carpentry equipment out of the basement (a moment that was born when Ginny was pregnant with Al) and began putting together several frames, filling them with photos of various moments they had taken during their life together, displaying gloriously for the first time at home.

There was on the wall of the room, in the entrance hall, on top of the cupboards, in the dining room, in his office, even in the rooms of the little ones he put a photo or two. In the middle of all, there were those of his parents, of his mother alone, even the photo of the old Order.

Harry didn't rest until he saw that there were memories surrounding him, happy faces on the old smooth, pale walls, waving, laughing, children falling, climbing trees, his marriage to Gin, Ron's wedding, the first steps of the four children… Everything It was there.

On his office desk, next to the photo of him being made of a pillow by all his children, was his parents' graduation photo, all those faces that had been beside him on the way to death, again keeping him sane.

It seemed like a crime that an entire story was kept in a box like his mother's was, even if for different reasons (he was just too lazy to hang the photos) it still looked terrible.

‘’Hi mom’’ He spoke to the photo, a little crazy, smiling at the woman who was smiling back, wearing the Hogwarts uniform and looking like the happiest person in the world. ‘’I love you’’ Harry sighed, looking at the photo on the side, where she was sitting in the middle of a huge Christmas decoration, wearing Santa Claus cap and matching socks.

Still looking at the photo box, he mentally thanked Dudley for the first time.

#hinny #dudley #Lily Evans #Harry Potter #Ginny Potter #Harry and Ginny #harry x ginny #hp next gen #harry potter next generation #next gen harry potter #James Sirius Potter #Albus Severus Potter #lily luna potter #Teddy Lupin

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alwerakoo · 4 years

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Fuck it.

Cho got together with Dudley and they had a healthy relationship and found out they both know Harry while sending invitations to their wedding.

And they also had a son and he was a wizard and friends with all the Potter-Weasley gang.

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hopelessly-drarry · 5 years

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My HP Ships & anti ships

My favorite HP ships:

DRARRY

Ronmione

Wolfstar

Snucius

Luna x Dudley (I don’t know if this was just in one fic or more broad, but I am obsessed)

HP ships I support but aren’t my top tier

Blairon

Pansmione

Linny

Snumbledore

Lucissa

Prongsfoot

Ninny

Krumione

HP ships I hate

Tom Riddle x Harry (or Tom Riddle with any of Harry’s peers jfc)

Dramione (If I’m honest, Draco with anyone but Harry)

Hinny (If I’m honest, Harry with anyone but Draco)

Snape x any student

Remadora

Harbus (wtf is wrong with you people)

#my ships #hp ships #ship shaming #ship shit #anti dramione #anti harbus #anti pottermort #anti hinny #sorry if i forgot to tag any anti ship #drarry #wolfstar #dudley x luna

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Malfoy Manor

Request: Yes / No

Requests are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Diggory!Reader

Word count: 3024

Warnings: Being torchered, brother dying, I believe that’s all

Y/N: Your Name

A/N: Bingo card made by @slyttherins

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“The Hogwarts champion…” Dumbledore called and a piece of parchment flew from the flame.

“Cedric Diggory!” He said and everyone cheered. I was cheering the loudest, I was so proud of my older brother.

“Excellent! We now have our three champions! But in the end only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions, this vessel of victory the Tri-Wizard cup!” Once again people cheered, but the goblet glowed red once again and another singed parchment flew out. Everyone quieted down as Dumbledore grabbed the parchment and read it.

“Harry Potter.” He said in a hushed tone, but everyone could hear because of how silent the room was.

“Harry Potter?” He called louder.

“No...no!” Hagrid expressed.

“Harry Potter!” Dumbledore shouted. Everyone watched in shock as Harry slowly walked up to the front. Dumbledore gave him the parchment and people started shouting in anger.

“He’s a cheat! He’s not even seventeen yet!” Someone shouted. My boyfriend Draco was very upset by this. He couldn’t believe Harry was once again being the center of attention. However, he wasn’t the only one. Everyone seemed to be upset that Harry was also a champion. This obviously pleased Draco.

As much as I liked Harry and he was my friend, Cedric was my brother and I was going to fully cheer for him. The first challenge was to retrieve a golden egg from a dragon. Each competitor was getting a different dragon and I hoped with all my heart that Cedric would be alright. I watched as they brought out a Swedish Short-Snout with the golden egg in place. A cannon went off and everyone watched to see who was first. Cedric walked out and everyone from Hogwarts cheered, just about the whole school was cheering for him. I watched my brother take in his surroundings and he smiled at me. The dragon screamed which brought his attention back to it. He thought quickly and used a Transfiguration spell to change one of the rocks into a dog. The dog barked and brought the dragon’s attention away from my brother. Cedric went for the egg, but the dragon was smart and moved his attention back to him. The dragon shot fire towards him and it hit him in the face.

“Cedric!” I shouted, fear clear in my voice. Draco pulled me towards him and held me tightly. Cedric didn’t let that stop him and he retrieved the egg. Everyone cheered and they got the dragon under control. Cedric was taken to the hospital wing and Draco and pulled me along to see him.

The second task was after the Yule Ball, which was a break my brother needed after being burned. Luckily he was alright, but I realized how dangerous these tasks really were. All four of the champions stood at the edge of the platform on the Black Lake. They were told they had to retrieve something that was stolen from them. All four of them jumped into the lake and none of us could really see what was happening beneath the surface. Cedric returned first with his girlfriend Cho. Hogwarts students erupted in cheers when he raised above the water. The two swam to the platform and were pulled up onto it. I hugged Draco and rushed down to my brother. He was first and safe!

Like the second task, no one knew what was happening during the final task. All four champions had to go into a maze and one would return as the Champion. Cedric and Harry both got a head start since they tied for first last task. The cannon rang and they were off into the maze.

“Go Cedric!” I cheered as he jogged inside. He turned back to me with a smile as the bushes closed behind him. It wasn’t long before the other two champions joined them in the maze. However it felt like forever until someone returned with the cup. It turned out to be Harry and people cheered. I also cheered for my friend, but my cheers died in my throat as I noticed what he was hunched over.

“Cedric?” I whispered, catching Draco’s attention. Tears formed in my eyes and I ran down to see my brother. Our Father pushed his way through and he cried, falling to his knees beside him.

“Cedric?” I asked, also dropping down next to him. I gently shook him, denying that he was dead.

“Ced? Come on, this isn’t funny!” I cried and shook him a little rough.

“Y/N, love, he’s not asleep…” Draco said quietly, trying to pull me away.

“N-No… No! He can’t be!” I cried.

“How did this happen?” I asked, turning to Harry.

“Voldemort, he’s back. He killed him.” Harry cried and my eyes widened. That monster killed my brother… Draco pulled me to him as I cried harder.

I knew that was the start of the war. That wasn’t the year it really started, but that was the year people’s fear really set in. The real start of the war started the summer before year seven. After Cedric died Harry made sure to watch after me. He told me it was my brother’s wish to watch after me. The first few months I didn’t want to be near Harry, but I realized it wasn’t his fault. That’s why when I found out Draco had taken his mark, I ran right to Harry. He became very protective of me after that, but I never actually broke things off with Draco. I still loved him, despite the choice he made.

Harry took me with Hermione and Ron on his quest to find all the horcruxes. A task given to him before Dumbledore was killed by Snape. Harry told me about how Draco was meant to do it, but couldn’t. I wanted to send him a letter, but that would put us all in jeopardy. However, after a scary meeting with Luna’s Father we apparated somewhere safer.

“They’ve kidnapped Luna because he supported me. He was just desperate.” Harry reasoned. No one said anything as we all got off the ground.

“I’ll do the enchantments.” Ron said, taking his wand out. Hermione stopped him, her eyes glanced at the trees and her breathing stopped. The three of us looked the same way she was and our eyes widened. Snatchers came from behind the trees and had smirks on their faces. One of them had Hermione’s scarf around his neck and smelled it.

“Hello, beautiful.” He said, it was Scabior. All four of us started running, splitting off from one another hoping we wouldn’t get caught. I was unfortunately clumsy and tripped on a tree root, which led to me being caught. The man roughly pulled me to my feet, took my wand, and dragged me with him. We entered a clearing and I was shoved to the ground. Ron was pulled along and also shoved to the ground by another snatcher. Hermione and a messed up looking Harry were already there, now surrounded by snatchers. Scabior took their wands.

“Don’t touch her!” Ron shouted and Grayback punched him.

“Stop it!” Hermione begged.

“Your boyfriend’ll get worse than that if he doesn't behave, lovely.” Scabior said, painting her face with the light from his wand. He turned it towards Harry, it made it really clear how messed up his face actually was.

“What happened to you, ugly?” He asked. Harry felt his face and now realized what happened.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Dudely. Vernon Dudley.” Harry answered.

“Check the list. And you, ginger?” He asked Ron.

“Stan Shunpile.” Ron lied.

“Like ‘ell you are. We know skinny Stan. Try again.” He said and Grayback, who was holding Ron down pressed his boot into his neck.

“Weasley… Barney Weasley.” He strained out.

“Weasley, eh? Wouldn’t be related to that blood traitor Arthur Weasley, would you?” He asked.

“Piss off! Arthur Weasley’s ten times the wizard you are!” Ron growled.

“Worth ten times you if I can find him. Wasn’t you that tipped him off, was it?” He asked. Ron said nothing and the man turned his attention to me.

“How ‘bout you? What’s your name?” He asked.

“June Hazel.” I lied.

“Pretty name, but don’t fit your face.” He said and turned to Hermione.

“Penelope Clearwater. Half-blood.” She answered. He took her hair in his hand and sniffed it.

“You smell like vanilla, Penelope. I think you’re going to be my favorite.” He said.

“I call this one. She smells like strawberries.” The man that grabbed me pulled me up and sniffed my hair. I gulped and held my breath, tears brimming my eyes.

“There’s no Vernon Dudley on ‘ere.” Another snatcher said. Scabior turned his attention to Harry.

“Hear that, ugly? The list says you’re lying. How come you don’t want us to know who you are? Hm?” He asked.

“The list is wrong. I told you who I am-” Scabior put his finger to Harry’s lips, stopping Harry from continuing. His want was probing Harry’s face.

“Change of plans, boy. We won’t be taking this lot to the Ministry.” He said after a moment. Each one grabbed us, taking out stuff from us as well. They apperated us and suddenly we were at Malfoy Manor…

Scabior and the others took us past the yew hedges. All of us were scared about what was waiting for us inside the dark looking house. We started slowing down as we neared the gate. Bellatrix, Lucius, and Narcissa Malfoy were on the other side. Scabior grabbed Harry by the arm and pushed his face up against the iron bars. Bellatrix stepped closer.

“Show me.” She said. Scabior reached up and pushed Harry’s hair off his forehead. Bellatrix pointed her wand, illuminating his face. Slowly a creepy smile appeared on her face. The four of us were taken inside and Bellatrix took Harry. She pushed him down to his knees and waited for Narcissa to return with Draco. He walked into the room with his Mother and my heart clenched. His eyes widened when he saw me.

“Draco!” His Aunt called, snapping both of us out of our haze. Draco walked towards his Aunt and she pulled Harry up by his hair.

“Well?” She asked with a hopeful smile.

“I can’t be sure.” Draco answered after a moment.

“Look closely son, if we are the ones to hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything would be forgiven, all would be as it was, understand?” Lucius said and you could tell they were all scared, but especially Draco.

“Now we won’t be forgettin who actually caught him. I hope, Mr. Malfoy.” Scabior said.

“You dare to talk to me like that in my own house!” Lucius shouted.

“Lucius!” Narcissa scolded him in a whisper and pulled him away from Draco.

“Don’t be shy, sweetie. Come over.” His Aunt grabbed his hand and pulled him towards Harry. Draco kneeled in front of him and I bit my lip. Please don’t give him up Draco…

“Now, if this isn’t who we think it is, Draco, and we call him, he’ll kill us all. We need to be absolutely sure.” Bellatrix said.

“What’s wrong with his face?” Draco asked after a moment of studying Harry.

“Yes, what is wrong with his face?” Bellatrix asked Scabior.

“He came to us like that. Somethin’ he picked up in the forest I reckon.” Scabior answered.

“Or ran into a stinging jinx. Was it you dearie?” Bellatrix asked Hermione, walking over to us.

“Give me her wand, we’ll see what her last spell was.” She said. The three of us looked worried and Bellatrix laughed.

“Got you.” She said and turned her attention to the snatcher with our wands.

“What is that?” She asked when she looked at him.

“Where’d you get that from?” She asked him, referring to the sword.

“It was in that one’s bag when we searched her, reckon it’s mine now.” He said pointing at me with a smirk. Bellatrix went crazy and started choking the snatchers, making them let go of us. She took the sword as everyone looked on confused and scared.

“Out! Go!” She shouted at them letting her spells fall. The snatchers ran out, fearing for their lives.

“Sissy, put the boys and this one in the cellar! I want to have a conversation with this one! Girl to girl!” She shouted and grabbed me. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were dragged down to the cellar by Narcissa and Wormtail. She pushed me onto the floor and got on top of me.

“That sword is meant to be in my vault in Gringotts. How did you get it?” She hissed.

“What else did you and your friends take from my vault!?” She shouted.

“We didn’t take anything! Please! We didn’t take anything!” I begged, crying.

“I don’t believe you.” She said and moved to my arm, carving something into it with her sharp knife.

“No! Please! We didn’t take anything!” I screamed in pain.

“Stop it!” Draco shouted and they turned to me.

“She said she didn’t take anything, leave her alone!” He said.

“Draco?” His Mother questioned with a kind, yet waring tone.

“You care for this one, don’t you?” Bellatrix asked with a smirk.

“Please, just stop.” Draco begged, his eyes never leaving me.

“Who is she?” His Aunt asked.

“She’s my girlfriend…” He admitted.

“Is she-”

“Yes, she’s a Pure-blood, please let her go.” He begged, cutting his Father off.

“What’s her family name?” Lucius asked.

“Diggory.” He answered.

“A Hufflepuff? Are you Mad? She-”

“Let her go Bellatrix.” Narcissa said, cutting her husband off.

“But they were in my vault!” She shouted.

“Question the goblin then, let her go.” She said, standing her ground. Bellatrix got off me and Draco rushed to help me up. He pulled me off to the side with his parents and sat me in one of the chairs.

“You’re alright, love.” He whispered as he held me. Ron, Hermione, and Harry suddenly came up the stairs and got Bellatrix’s wand from her. The three of them started fighting with the Malfoys. Bellatrix grabbed me and held her knife to my throat.

“Stop!” She shouted and everyone looked our way.

“Drop your wands. I said drop em!” She shouted. The three dropped their wands and everyone was still staring at us.

“Draco, grab em.” She said and he did as he was told.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here.” She said, walking closer with her knife still at my throat.

“It’s Harry Potter.” She said in my ear, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear.

“He’s all bright, and shiny, and new again.” She said as Harry’s face turned back to normal.

“Just in time for the Dark Lord.” She said.

“Call him.” She said, but no one moved.

“Call him!” She said again, but louder. Draco stayed in his place, so his Father stepped up and revealed his dark mark. He went to call him, but an odd squeaking started happening. Everyone looked up and Dobby was sitting atop the chandelier undoing a screw or something. It suddenly dropped and she pushed me as she ran back to avoid getting hit. I fell to the ground as Ron grabbed Hermione and Harry went to get their wands. Once Draco lost the small battle with Harry he rushed over to me.

“Are you alright?” He asked as Lucius was shot back by Harry.

“I’m fine…” I whispered.

“Stupid elf, you could have killed me!” Bellatrix shouted.

“Dobby never meant to kill. He only meant to maim or seriously injure.” He said. Narcissa went to shoot a spell at them, but Dobby snapped his fingers and her wand was then in his hands. While everyone was distracted by what Dobby did, Draco pulled me up and out of the room. He took me up to his room and sat me on his bed.

“Let me see your arm, love.” He whispered. I showed him and saw she had carved ‘Blood Traitor’ into my arm. Tears welled in my eyes as I noticed the blood still falling from my fresh mark.

“Hey, look at me, it’s not true.” He said, gently caressing my face.

“But it is though, you know it is.” I whispered.

“No, not here it isn’t. You can’t let them see that side of you. If I want to keep you safe I either have to let you go or ask you to do something you might never forgive yourself, or me for that matter, for.” He said, his voice breaking.

“B-But I can’t bear to let you go again. I thought I lost you when I told you the truth…” He whispered.

“W-What do I have to do to stay?” I whispered. He looked at me with wide eyes.

“You’d have to take his mark…” He whispered. My heart stopped, but I didn’t know where Harry and the others were. It was either stay with Draco or go out alone…

“If it means I get to stay with you then I will…” I answered.

“Love, this is serious. I can get you out of here without anyone knowing all you have to do-” I cut him off with a kiss.

“I can’t lose you again either. I thought you were dead this whole time, I can’t go through that again.” I said, resting my forehead on his.

“You’ll never forgive me…” He said, letting his tears fall.

“I’ll always forgive you. I love you Draco Malfoy.” I said. Draco pulled me in for a gentle and loving kiss. Something we both desperately needed.

“I promise, when all this is over I’m going to get you a ring and give you the perfect life you deserve.” He said and I smiled.

“As long as you’re in my life, it is perfect.” I said and pecked his lips again. No matter what happens, as long as I still have Draco still in my life everything will be alright. He was the only thing I had left. He was the only one I really needed.

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