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#my brother said she looks like harry potter i want to cry
pizzapottah · 3 months
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summary: the youngest malfoy meets the famous harry potter, not knowing that he'll be a big, big part of her life one day.
pairing: harry j. potter x malfoy!reader (no use of y/n)
word count: 4.2k
warnings: some depiction of health problems, mention of premature birth, mention of being underweight, overbearing parents (?) let me know if i missed anything!
author's note: hii! this is the first ever fanfic i post on this site, so, please be kind. english is not my first language (tell me if i missed any mistakes!) so constructive criticism is accepted and greatly appreciated! i thought of this as the first part of a series that i have in mind, so, enjoy <3
ps: yes, i changed draco's birthday for the plot. no regrets.
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when you met harry potter for the first time, it obviously was on platform 9¾.
you had always been quite a weak child. born on the 1st of august 1980 after a gruesome labor and almost a month before the due date, always the smallest amongst your friends and family, often used to miss occasions and such because of your poor health. constantly coddled by your parents - more likely, your mother - who for your whole childhood dreaded the day they would have had to send you to hogwarts. 
when the day came, they both had already made peace with it. as a witch and as a malfoy, you had to go to hogwarts - or else, what might other people think? said lucius, when narcissa tried convincing him of hiring a tutor at the manor to teach at home for at least the first years. 
against all the odds, you were happy about going to hogwarts. it would have meant not having the prying gazes of your parents on you all the time, being free from all the house-elves constantly watching to ensure you didn’t faint or hurt yourself while trying to do things other children did without a struggle - and, last but not least, hopefully not being a victim of your brothers protectiveness anymore. 
draco malfoy - your older brother, born not even a year before you on the 5th of september - was a precocious child, but not the kind you were. while you were born early and always ended up being the last, he seemed to be ages ahead of you and all of his peers. he had a malice that you hadn’t quite matured yet - obviously inherited by your dear father - and was able to have a pretty mean way with words. sometimes, you feared that one day, all the sly remarks and insults that he reserved for the people that he despised would be directed to you. more often than not, he was straight up cruel rather than mean. 
but still, he was your brother, and you loved him. hogwarts probably would become the place where he could finally forget about his poor, sick sister that always slowed him down. 
so, when not even ten minutes after your parents left your kitten disappeared, you wanted to bury yourself from embarrassment. nibbles had never been the easiest cat, hating the carrier almost as much as she hated everyone but you, and it was certainly not the first time she managed to escape her cage. 
you wanted to sit down and cry. you hadn't even arrived at hogwarts yet and everything was already going downhill. you were running up and down the platform, searching for your cat, probably looking crazy while you screamed her name. draco was surely already on the train, and you didn’t want to bother him as he was probably with all his friends. 
as you ran, you slammed against a boy whom you didn’t even see - he just came out from nowhere, you swore, but still… 
‘i am so, so sorry…’ the boy was on the ground, just like you, but had a slower reaction and you managed to get up first. seeing a pair of glasses - now broken glasses - on the floor, you immediately gave them back to him, babbling a string of apologies while helping him to get back up. you kept a hold on his hand while rambling, ‘i am really sorry for your glasses, i didn’t mean to break them, i shouldn’t have been running around-’ the screech of the hogwarts express made you yelp, making you enter an even worse panic - where the hell are you, nibbles? - “i am so sorry, but have you seen my cat? her name is nibbles, she’s about this big, with grey and white fur - she’s a birman, her snout is all brown - she probably hisses at anyone who tries to approach - please, please, tell me that you’ve seen her!’
the boy was all skin and bones, wearing clothes that were clearly too big for him, with untamed locks of black hair on his head - he probably hadn’t brushed them since forever - and two big green eyes that just stared back at you. he looked at you speechless, like he never fell on the ground in his whole life and he was happy that you knocked him out. you still held his hand, waiting for an answer. ‘...so?’
‘excuse me, dear,’ a kind voice echoed. ‘is this the cat you’re searching for?’
removing your attention from the boy, you looked at the woman who spoke - a red-haired, chubby and oh-so-kindly looking woman - who was pointing to a red-haired man. he held nibbles at arm’s length, with his face covered in scratches, while behind him three boys that were clearly their sons were laughing, holding back their tears when the birman tried to scratch him again and then hissed. 
‘nibbles!’ you screeched, immediately running up to the man to grab your cat, apologizing profusely, not even knowing what to say. ‘i am so, so, so sor-’
the woman and her husband waved you off with a gentle smile. ‘don’t worry, dear, you better go now, or you won’t find a place to sit! first year, am i right? still not enough friends to keep a cabin occupied.’ 
you just nodded, thanking them again, and ran to the hogwarts express. thankfully, all your belongings had already been placed there by the house-elves that accompanied you and your family to the platform, and you could count on daphne and theodore to save you a seat. when you finally managed to sit down, you were out of breath and probably your hair looked like a mess, but at least nibbles didn’t become a stray. when they looked at you, your friends bursted out laughing, only stopping when nibbles launched at theo and tried to bite off his nose. 
the rest of the day was pretty normal - well, as normal as the first day at a school like hoghwarts can be - but when you met that skinny boy - the one with green eyes and too-big clothes - you didn’t realize that you missed a big (vital, almost) detail about him. 
the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. 
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harry potter was sure he was dreaming. 
while he watched you run away with your cat in your arms to get on the train, his mouth fell open. he was certain he had never seen a girl as pretty as you, and he was also sure that yours was probably the first sincere apology he had ever heard since… well, since he could remember. it had nothing to do with dudley’s mockery sorrys, and it surely wasn’t a forced apology like the ones he had heard when he was at school. she was really sorry. probably he should’ve been mad that you broke his glasses, but at least, he had proof that you actually existed and he wasn't hallucinating. 
‘are you alright, dear? i know that all of this probably looks unbelievable for you.’ mrs weasley placed a hand on his shoulder, looking at him with a kind of worry that he imagined only a mother could show. 
harry looked at his hand - the one you held. ‘i think it’s the first time in my whole life that a girl has held my hand and has talked to me willingly.’ near them, the twins and ron bursted out laughing again.
and that same evening, when the sorting of the houses begins and harry sees you go up to the seat when another malfoy is called and ron is sprouting poison in his ear about your family and your whole lineage, he silently hopes that you get put in gryffindor - where he’s just been sorted. 
obviously, as destiny has its strange ways, it doesn’t happen. and after a minute or two of uncertainty, the talking hat places you where draco has just been sorted to. and between the claps and the cheering of the students, you go and sit next to your brother - on the slytherin table.
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the second time you met harry potter - and the time you actually consider as the first time meeting him, despite him always arguing that in fact, it was not  - it was already january and five months had passed since your first encounter. you stood by the window of the library, watching your friends play in the snow, without you. 
when you and draco came back home for christmas, you first caught a cold, followed almost immediately by a high fever. the mediwizard said it probably was because of the weather, and your weak build just reacted badly to it. he recommended you to not get too exposed to the cold for the foreseeable future, and to always stay covered up. it was clear that your parents had taken that seriously.
so, now, no matter how much you beg professor snape, he won’t let you go out. your parents have been strict about this matter, miss malfoy, he said. and i can’t let an all-O student get sick, now, can i? who will answer my questions in class?
hermione granger, you had wanted to say, but didn’t. snape’s distaste for her, or any other gryffindor for that matter, was clear and plain. you were sick of always being kept behind a glass like some fragile object - people get sick, so what? during your time at hogwarts, your health got better. for the first time ever in your life, you felt like you were really healthy, as you finally gained some pounds and were no longer underweight. also, your skin took on a lively color, leaving behind your usually pale and sick incarnate. you were starting to suspect that malfoy manor was the problem. maybe it was cursed. 
though, draco never had any health problem. he could go out and play - but instead, as any other saturday, he probably was in his room, sleeping, or in the slytherin common room, talking with his friends about all the presents their parents got him for christmas.
and as you were commiserating yourself by the window, you didn’t notice a certain green-eyed boy looking at you. 
harry thought that he was wasting a saturday by spending it at the library, trying to understand snape’s assignments, but that was until he saw you. when he first noticed, he tried to not give it much thought. he just hoped that your brother wasn’t there with you. 
but as time went on, draco was nowhere to be seen. and you just stood there, propped up by the window, looking like the saddest person he’d ever seen. harry was conflicted - he knew you weren’t like your brother, or even like most of the slytherins. you always helped neville during potions, trying to alleviate snape’s hate against him, even when the professor said to him to stop slowing you down. you often offered to hermione to confront your assignments before turning them in, creating a strange friendship based on the purpose of getting the highest score possible together. you never took part in your brother’s bullying, and hermione described you as the sweetest person she ever met. ‘she always wants to apologize,’ she said once. ‘for her brother and his friends, i mean, but i don’t let her. it’s not her fault that her brother is such an imbecile.’ 
‘oh, yes,’ replied ron, skeptical. ‘kindness, a typical malfoy trait, am i right? hermione, she’s brainwashing you.’
they argued back and forth, until harry intervened. ‘i met her, once,’ he mumbled. ‘she’s nice.’
‘oh, you mean when she knocked you out on platform 9¾?’ snorted the weasley. ‘don’t be so stupid, harry, she was just searching for her ugly cat. she probably didn’t even care that you fell. besides, the scratches it gave to my dad’s face tormented him for days. he said that some of them even left a scar.’
harry frowned. ‘she apologized a hundred times - and you were laughing while her cat scratched your dad’s face!’
‘yeah, because i didn’t know it was malfoy’s cat and it would have left scars!’
‘right now, you’re being just like malfoy,’ seethed hermione, getting up from her seat. ‘judgy and full of prejudice. did you know what she said about you, and your family? she said that your parents were really nice to her and that she hopes to meet them again to thank them properly. she says that the twins’ pranks are hilarious, and that she wants to be prefect like percy one day. and she proposed to me many times to let you study with us, so that your grades could get better with our help. and do you know why i said no, ron?’ she glared at him, making him shiver. ‘because i knew you hated her, even if she never did anything to you.’ after that, she took her leave, leaving behind a red-faced ron and a really embarassed harry. 
remembering the conversations they had, harry looked at you, and thought that in the small time he had known her, hermione was almost always right - even if sometimes he didn’t want to admit it. and gathering all the courage that he had, he got up from his seat and approached you. 
‘hi,’ he said. you turned around to look at him, and gave him a smile. ‘oh, harry,’ you said. in the last few months, he visibly gained a few pounds too - that was a nice thing, you thought, because you knew from hermione that his aunt and uncle barely fed him, and you remembered how skinny he was at the platform. it seemed like hogwarts was treating the both of you well. ‘hi.’ you darted your eyes from him to the table where he was sitting, seeing the homework sprawled out on the surface. ‘were you doing snape’s assignments?’
harry scratched his neck nervously. ‘well, yes, but it’s not like i was really succeeding.’ 
you laughed lightly - a sound that made his cheeks red. ‘yeah, snape’s homework is not made for actually succeeding, really. you just have to pass.’
harry looked out of the window, frowning at the sight of your friends playing in the snow. ‘why don’t you go with them? it’s surely more fun than staying here alone. i’m here because i have to, i mean, but hermione told me you and her finished the assignment yesterday.’
you grimaced. ‘i was sick during the holidays, thus my parents don’t want me going out, now, and they even told snape, who makes sure that i actually stay in the castle. so, i’m stuck here. i like the library, so it doesn’t really matter.’ it actually does matter, you wanted to say, but you were sure that harry couldn’t care less about your problems. instead, he made a face. ‘what? can he actually do that?’ he wouldn't know, he doesn’t have parents that care about him - in the rare times where he fell ill, the dursleys barely even gave him any medicine, and always sent him to school, despite the weather.
‘well, i mean, yeah. he’s friends with my dad, and i know he can be really pressuring sometimes.’ you tried to smile at him. ‘do you need help with potions? i’m kinda sick of watching my friends having fun and doing nothing.’
harry didn’t want to bother you - or worse, give another reason to draco to make fun of him. ‘don’t worry, i’ll mana-’ seeing your pout made him stop and relent. after a brief pause, he said: ‘of course you can help me, if you want,’
that was how it started. in the weekends - mostly it was on saturdays - when the library was empty, you would help him with his homework (mainly potions, and you were quite proud of the fact that harry started to get higher scores, even if snape continuously suggested that he was cheating on his tests) and he would keep your mind off of your friends. you didn’t want to hold them back from having fun, so it was okay. 
until one day, harry came to the library late. it was already february, and probably the snow would have melted soon. it wasn’t really snowing anymore, and all the students spent their free time out in the gardens, trying to enjoy the last bits of winter. he was out of breath and had the biggest smile on his face. he said your name, ‘do you wanna go and build a snowman?’
you smiled sadly at him. ‘harry, you know i can’t. but if you want to, you can go. i won’t be mad at you for going without me.’
he shook his head vehemently. ‘no, no,’ he said. ‘i asked, do you wanna go and build a snowman?’
‘well, i mean, i would like to, but-’
‘no “buts”,’ he interrupted you, ‘go and change - wear your coat, put on a hat and other things like that to stay warm. today professor mcgonagall is keeping an eye on the students, so, we just have to bypass snape. let’s see each other in 30 on the second-floor girls’ bathroom.’
you raised an eyebrow at him. ‘why would you want to see me in a girls’ bathroom?’
he blushed. ‘do you trust me, or not?’
so you went and changed into something warmer, putting your ear warmer, a scarf and a pair of gloves in your bag. as you exited the girls’ dormitory and entered the slytherin's common room, you found yourself in front of professor snape, who eyed you suspiciously. 
‘miss malfoy,’ he said. ‘great afternoon, is it? i’ve seen all your friends out in the snow.’
‘oh, yes, professor,’ you squeaked. ‘i’m just going to the library, though. wouldn't want to catch a cold and make my parents worry about my health.’ 
he raised an eyebrow, not really convinced, but let you go easily. ‘don’t forget that professor mcgonagall also knows that you can’t go out in the garden, miss malfoy,’ he said at last. 
you barely even heard him, sprinting to the second floor and making sure you weren’t being followed, immediately entering the bathroom. thankfully, moaning myrtle was nowhere to be seen, but you found harry already there, with a bag of his own and looking pretty nervous. ‘you promise not to tell anyone about this?’
‘now, harry, why would i?’
he opened his bag and took out what was inside. your mouth fell open. ‘is that-?’
‘an invisibility cloak? yes, it is.’
you only ever saw one once, in your grandfathers house, behind a glass in one of his cabinets. he never let you or draco touch it, insisting that it was a "collection object" and it wasn’t made for "children who want to play". you knew they were very expensive and rare, and seeing that harry’s one looked really beautiful, you asked yourself where the hell he got it from. 
‘you ready to finally get a bit cold, malfoy?’
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professor mcgonagall was watching the students by the window, enjoying some tea and reading a book, when severus snape slammed the door of her office open, stomping inside. ‘minerva,’ he greeted, all but happy. ‘can you tell me how miss malfoy managed to sneak under our noses and get outside?’
unbothered, she looked out of the window and saw that yes, actually, you were out in the snow, covered well, making a snowman with hermione granger, harry potter, daphne greengrass and theodore nott. ‘i don’t see the problem, severus. she’s enjoying herself and is happy with her friends. it’s the first time i see her smile this wide.’
snape raised an eyebrow. ‘yes, and i suppose, it’s also the first time you see her in the snow. out. in the gardens. where her parents specifically asked to not let her go.’
then minerva suddenly remembered - merlin, she can’t go out in the cold. the five-page letter your parents sent dumbledore where they said that their daughter couldn’t be allowed out there for ‘poor health reasons’ immediately came to her mind, and she paled. 
she got up, leaving her book and tea behind, sprinting down the stairs to get to the gardens, snape close behind her. ‘miss malfoy!’ she yelled once she got there, without even having her coat on. ‘miss malfoy, come here at once!’
she saw your friends pale, and your face fall. the snowman, by then, was almost completed. the professor felt guilty instantly. how many years has it been, since i’ve seen gryffindors and slytherins get along? 
you got up from the snow and sniffled, sad. ‘thanks, guys,’ you said. ‘that was really fun.’ 
with your head low, you went to your teachers, preparing yourself for the scolding you were surely about to get. at least, they waited until you were inside the castle to start. ‘i never thought you capable of this, miss malfoy,’ started snape. ‘putting yourself in danger, going against your parents’ wishes and the mediwizard precautions - do you want to get sick? don’t you think that if you can’t go out, it’s just for your own good-’
‘now, now, severus,’ a voice interrupted. dumbledore, who was going down the stairs and heard the commotion, looked kindly at you. ‘she just wanted to have some fun. it’s been two months from her illness, am i right? she’s taking her medicines and taking care of herself. don’t get mad at her if she wants to play with her friends; she’s a child, and that’s what children do!’
he approached him and looked at you, smiling widely. ‘why don’t you go back to your friends, miss malfoy? i’m sure they’ll be delighted to hear that from now on, you won’t need to sneak in the garden anymore to play with them - you have my permission to go out during free time.’
your eyes sparkled. ‘really, professor?’ he chuckled. ‘really, missy.’
‘albus-’ professor mcgonagall tried to intercede, ‘her parents, they are gonna be furious if they find out about this-’
‘well, they don’t have to know, now, do they?’ he sent a look at snape. ‘and even if they find out, don’t worry, i’ll take full responsibility.’ 
professor snape huffed indignantly, turning in his heel and stomping away. 'unbelievable,’ he grumbled. dumbledore looked at you expectantly. ‘now, what are you waiting for, child? you can go. that beautiful snowman needs to be finished, and it looks clear to me that your friends won't complete it without you.’
you stood up straighter. ‘i, i, thank you, professor!’ you stammered, then ran away, going back to your friends, who were all discussing with each other, asking if they should go and try to help you out or just let it be. when they saw you, they all cheered loudly, asking immediately how it went and how many points the teachers took from slytherin.
‘albus,’ murmured minerva, watching you from the window. ‘don’t you think that it’s a reckless decision? you know that severus is going to tell the malfoys. and, poor her, she’s a weak child, do you remember how lucius malfoy described her illness in that letter?’
dumbledore hummed, deep in thought. ‘that child is in perfect health, minerva.’
she raised an eyebrow. ‘are you suggesting that the malfoys are lying? and for what? to ruin their daughter’s first year? you know how much the malfoys care about their children - they’d never do that to her.’
he shook his head. ‘no, i think the malfoys worry is legitimate. they don’t understand the cause of the problem, though, i fear.’ he looked at the snowman, almost completed, and then at you, who was searching for rocks to make him buttons. ‘children are fragile creatures. you never know how what you say, or what you do, will affect them. i am afraid that the malfoys have always been too overprotective of her, not wanting her to get hurt or sick - but sometimes, the more you fear and try to avoid a thing, the more it happens. children need to play with their friends - need friends -, need to play in the sun, and even fall and get hurt, once in a while. that’s what makes children children, am i right? she’s getting more healthy day by day, and i don’t think i’ve ever seen her smile like that - though i know i’m not around that much, i’m sure you can agree with me. we both know that growing in malfoy manor certainly won’t make anyone a happier child than they already are. draco surely loves that ambient - somewhere where everyone is at his beck and call, where he is revered by the servants and can feel all the wealth of his family - but what happens when one does not see all that, but just sees a too-big gloomy house?’
he quietly chuckled, looking at you and harry. ‘and - would you look at that, minerva! look at harry’s smile.’
she looked and immediately melted, knowing the look on the boys face - the flushed cheeks, the wide pupils, the biggest smile she’d ever seen (that’s not true, she remembered, that's the same smile james potter had when he looked at lily evans) while he talked to you. ‘yes, albus,’ she mumbled, deep in thought. ‘merlin. harry really is the copy of his father, isn’t he?’
dumbledore laughed. ‘ah, first love,’ he said, amused. ‘i just know he’ll remember her for his whole life, even if she ends up not liking him.’
‘a potter and a malfoy,’ mumbled mcgonagall. ‘never thought i’d ever see it in my life. is there anything more surprising than young love?’
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chloe-skywalker · 4 months
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Detention - Draco Malfoy
Draco x sister fem!reader
Warnings: Mention of Umbridge torture
Word count: 746
Summary: Umbridge doing the torture scar’s to Y/n Malfoy, and Draco’s pissed and tells their parnets.
Authors Note: Part 2? Where their parents got Draco’s owl and come to Hogwarts concerned and pissed? (& they find out why she got detention in the first place)
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“Where have you been?” Draco asked as Y/n finally came and sat at the Slytherin in the great hall.
“Umbridge gave me detention for the entire month.” Y/n scoffed annoyed at the way things had become. School was where she felt she could relax some, since Malfoy Manner wasn’t a place of relaxation. But with all the changes school was feeling a lot like home.
“Why?” Draco furrowed his brow concerned and concerned and confused for his sister.
“She said it was because I kept my desk’s to disoganized.” Y/n shrugged not to sure why she got detention in the first place.
“Thats bull.” Draco scowled, his sister was always so clean and kept. Draco didn’t believe it for a second. Besides why would someone get detention for that?
“I agree.” Y/n nodded.
“At least its just a month.” He concluded hoping to ease her nerves that Draco was sure she was feeling. Knowing their parents were to hear of this and not be thrilled.
“Yeah.” Y/n sighed, hoping that the letter going home about this detention would get lost.
It wasn’t home she should of been worrying about as she soon learned. Once she started her series of detentions Y/n Malfoy found out who the true monster in Hogwarts was.
Detention was terribly stressful and anxiety ridden. On top of that she had gotten a letter from home that wasn’t the nicest ither. But from the words written it didn’t sound like they were told ‘why’ she was having detentions, and y/n felt like if they knew ‘why’ then they wouldn’t be nearly as mad.
But Y/n was to afraid to write back. What if it made things worse, what if Umbridge intercepted her letter?! No way, she couldn’t risk it and make her punishments worse.
But it was becoming increasingly hard to hide her hand from her brother. Their twin bond didn’t help and she could tell Draco knew something was up. Y/n was worried if she told him that he might view her as weak.
All that came crashing down around her one day in the library. Draco came storming in and headed straight towards her and sat down. Determined to get answers.
“What's wrong Draco?” Y/n asked once he sat down having watched his dramatic entrance, and noticing her antsy behavior.
“Why’s your hand wrapped?” He asked. It had been bothering him for awhile, he was already concerned about his twin 24/7. But seeing her hurt was ripping him apart on the inside.
“I got hurt.” Y/n cast her gaze downward, nervously picking at a loose thread on her skirt.
“How? Let me see.” Draco jumps immediately into protective mode, very concerned.
“Draco-”
Y/n tried to stop him but he had already reached foreward and grabbed abhold of her hand. Pulling off the bandage wrap and exposing the carvings into her hand that would definitely scar.
“What’s this?” Draco questioned with wide eye’s looking between Y/n and her torn up hand. Seeing horrible, nasty, un-true words carved into her hand made Draco want to cry. And with looking into his sisters eye’s seeing all the emotions and tears in them broke his heart. “Y/n, where’d you get this? Who did this to you?”
Y/n knew there was no point in trying to lie to him now that he’s seen the evidence. “Umbridge, and at detention. It’s her version of it.”
“This is unethical and torture.” He growled in anger that someone dared to harm his sister.
“Trust me, I know.” Y/n pulled her hand back and wrapped it back up again, so it wouldn’t get infected but also so no one would see.
“How many times?” Draco asked even though he knows he doesn’t want to hear it’s been more than once, he knows it’s been more than 1 time.
“4. So far. But I still have the rest of the month.” She told him shakily, nervous about having to go through more of this torture.
“I’ll tell father and mother about this. She’s not going to touch you again.” Draco states pulling her into him to comfort her, noting her shakiness, which he’s very sure was going to lead to a panic attack.
That night after dinner Draco wrote a letter explaining the situation to their parents on paper, and sent it around midnight to assure no one would notice anywhere in the castle.
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emy-222 · 1 year
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What’s This? |Remus Lupin
Remus Lupin Masterlist
Summary: You’ve been with Remus since Hogwarts and found out about his furry little secret before the two of you ever got into your romantic relationship. For years you’ve wanted nothing more than to give Remus one gift. This year is finally the year.
Warnings: Remus thinking low of himself (Remus being Remus), mentions of past transformations, cursing
Pairing(s): Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader, James x Lily Potter, Marlene McKinnon x Dorcas Meadows, Sirius Black x Male!Unamed!Character
Character(s): The Marauders (all four), Lily, Marlene McKinnon, Dorcas Meadows, Sirius’ boyfriend, and 4 year old Harry Potter
Mentioned; Alice and Frank Longbottom, Regulus Black, Pandora Lestrange, Mary Macdonald, and Emmeline Vance.
Notes:
Voldermort is gone
Peter never betrayed them
They all lived
All characters are in their mid-twenties
Readers mother is a potioneer
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The Potters were well known amongst their loved ones for their famous Christmas Party. James’ parents, even though aging, continued with their parties, and the lot of you attended every year.
After James and Lily got married they started hosting holiday gatherings as well. It was a bit more of an inner circle than what James’ parents did. But you all looked forward to it every year.
“Hold on..I got this!” James assured us as he struggled to open the box in his hand.
Little Harry laughed at his fathers clear struggle, earning a grin from James. Lily looked at James strangely.
“James,” Lily plucked the box from him, “It’s already opened.” Lily opened the box with ease.
A fit of hysterical laughter filled the room.
You were resting on your boyfriend's legs, listening and joining in on conversation as your head rested on his thighs and your hands were intertwined across your stomach.
“Y’know,” Sirius began, “This reminds me of when we won that quidditch match against Ravenclaw and James got drunk as shit-“
“Sirius!” Multiple voices chastised
“Whoops.” Sirius grinned, not even trying to seem guilty. Sirius was spread across a love seat while his boyfriend sat on the floor in front of him.
“I think it’s time for Harry to go to bed.” James said, rushing towards Harry as if Sirius’ swear word would poison his son.
“Not yet, you know he gets fussy when he goes to bed too soon.” Lily stopped her husband
“Yeah, Jamie,” Marlene jokes, “It’s a holiday, let the kid stay up.”
“You’re only saying that because you’ve never had to deal with a fussy baby.” Dorcas pointed out
Marlene snorted, “Of course I have, I used to have to babysit my siblings when my parents went out. I’ve dealt with plenty of fussy babies.” The blonde corrected her wife.
“Thanks for volunteering to take care of Harry, Marls.” James teased as he gently plopped the four year old in Marlene’s lap.
Marlene’s eyes looked as though they were going to pop out of her head as Harry tried to reach for Marlene’s bottle of beer.
“Uh, love, a little help here.” Marlene begged her wife quietly.
“I thought you were used to fussy babies.” Dorcas teased
“I was, but that was a long time ago!” Marlene shrieked as she tried to keep the bottle of alcohol away from the persistent toddler.
“I’ll take him.” Sirius scooped Harry up from Marlene’s lap, “I’m his godfather, I’m amazing when it comes to these types of things.” He said proudly
“You called us crying because Harry got a paper cut.” Lily deadpanned
“It was a bad paper cut!” Sirius exclaimed
“It did look pretty bad.” James agreed quietly with his brother
Sirius grinned, feeling victorious.
Lily sent James a look, “But you did make it seem like Harry was dying.” James said quietly
Sirius gasped and pointed at Lily, “How dare you turn him against me. I thought we were closer than this, prongs.” Sirius feigned hurt, “Moony, Wormy, back me up here.”
“Leave me out of it.” Remus said
“I’m sure you meant well, Sirius.” Peter said in a slight sarcastic voice
“Thank you, wormy.” Sirius chose to ignore Peter's tone.
“I do not understand how you deal with toddlers all the time, Lils. First, you and James, then Alice and Frank.” Marlene commented
“How is Alice and Frank?” Lily asked, suddenly very curious about one of her closest friends.
Marlene shrugged, “Good. Me and Dorcas went over for dinner earlier this week. Their little mutant clinged to my leg the entire time.” The blonde complained.
“It was sweet, he likes you.” Dorcas teased
“Tell that to the slobber left on my good pants.”
“I'm glad to hear that.” Lily said, “I got a letter from Mary yesterday morning as well.”
“How's our sunshine doin?” Sirius asked
“She and Emmeline are traveling right now…she thinks Emmeline is going to propose!” Lily's excitement was obvious.
“About time.” Sirius spoke up, “How long have they been together? Since third year?”
“Sixth year.” Lily corrected
“You’re next, Moony.” Peter said teasingly
“Yeah, Moony, when are you going to pop the question.” Sirius was only joking. All of them knew why Remus hadn’t proposed.
“Just be patient, pads.” Remus jokes
Sirius snorted, “You sound like my little brother. Thought he and his blonde friend were a thing, then I found out he’s seeing some muggle from France.”
“Regulus?” Peter questioned
Sirius nodded, “The boys a blonde and everything.” Sirius looked towards Marlene, jokingly.
“Must be hot then.” Marlene jokes.
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Remus had already changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed. He was only waiting for you to come to bed so he could fall asleep.
Meanwhile, you paced in the living room of your shared cottage. You sent occasional glances towards the basket that held the vials of potion your mom had produced for you.
“Love?” Remus called from the stairs
“In here!” You called back, you shuffled your feet in nervousness.
What if he didn’t like it? What if he thought you were trying to fix him? What if it doesn’t work?
Remus peeked his head in the doorway and smiled at you, making your heart melt in love.
“What’cha doin? It’s late.” He walked towards you and stiffened when he saw your uncomfortable posture.
“A-are you okay?” He asked worriedly
You managed a small smile and stepped towards him, straight into his arms and rubbed his back. Mostly to calm yourself.
“I have a present for you.” You whispered
Remus hummed in confusion, he hadn’t heard you, you realize.
“I have a present for you.” You said louder, pulling back from his chest but keeping his arms around his waist as his arms stayed around your shoulders.
His brows furrowed, “Okay?”
You sighed, stepping back and walking towards the basket, “Sit down.” You said
You heard shuffling and the creak of your chair.
Gently, you pulled a single vial from the basket and walked over to him. Without making eye contact you sank to your knees beside him.
He eyed your figure and chuckled nervously, “You’re freaking me out a bit..”
You sighed regretfully, “it’s nothing bad. I promise. It’s just..I’m worried you might not..like it?” You said for lack of better word
Remus smiled softly and squeezed your hand, resting on his thigh reassuringly, “Whatever it is, I’m sure I will love it.”
You smiled back and handed him the vial of potion.
His face contorted back to one of confusion.
“Look at the label.” You said quietly, scanning his face for his reaction.
You watched him turn the bottle over and read the label. Once…twice..three times.
“Is this..” he said with a disbelieving tone
“It’s Wolfsbane. I’ve got plenty of more in the basket over there.” You motioned towards the basket, “My mom made it so it should work perfectly.”
His face didn’t change.
“Rem..” you said in an anxious voice.
“How..why..?” His voice broke
“I know you’ve read about it in the “Daily Prophet” about a hundred times. I asked my mom..I paid for the ingredients and my mom brewed it. For you.”
Remus took in a shaky breath and looked at you with tear-filled eyes, “You shouldn’t have.” He said, holding back tears.
You sat up and wrapped your arms around his shoulder, “I wanted to. I know how much you’ve wanted this..how much you need this. You deserve every last vile and much more.”
Remus let out a sob and buried his head into your chest.
“Thank you, thank you.” He pulled you into his lap, and buried his face into your neck, “I don’t deserve you.”
You whispered sweet things into his ear as he cried. He only continued to hold you tighter.
When pulled back from your neck you cupped his cheeks and wiped his tears from his face.
He continued to mutter words of gratitude as he pulled you into a kiss. The kiss was full of so much adoration and love, as you knew he was trying to express how grateful he was.
“I love you.” He said
“I know, and I love you too.”
As the two of you went to bed that night, wrapped in each others arms, there was a new feeling, one that you knew Remus could feel too. It was a new sort of understanding between you and your lover, one that you were sure would last the rest of your lives.
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Always There - Chapter Eighteen - S.Snape
Summary: Y/N Potter was left with a baby to care for after her brother and sister-in-law were murdered by Voldemort. One person was there for her, a person she didn’t expect but soon became her comfort person, Severus Snape. During Harry’s third year at Hogwarts and her third year as Herbology professor, a few old friends come around again. Y/N has to handle the feelings of these old friends being around again as well as handle her feelings for a certain potions master all while she tries to hide these things from her godson.
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Pairings: Severus Snape x Female Professor Reader, Potter!Reader x friend!Remus, Sister!Reader x James Potter, Potter!Reader x Friend!Sirius
Chapter Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader(No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, Harry growing up in a loving home, mentions of Voldemort, Bellatrix Lestrange, Sirius' Death, Umbridge, Death, not proofread,
Series Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader (No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, OOC Snape, Harry grows up in a loving environment, mentions of death and murder, poorly written angst, Remus is a shitty friend, poorly written pining,
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It was a few days later meaning that it was Christmas. Arthur had been released from Saint Mungo’s and everyone was packing in at the Black house. There was almost no space around the house for everyone, the kids hiding out in Harry’s room, the twins spending most of their time in the kitchen with Severus talking about new recipes, Y/N spending her time in the living room with Remus and Sirius and the rest of the Weasley clan was doting on Arthur since his return.
Christmas came and went, as did the New Year, time felt like it was flying. Everyone was back at Hogwarts, getting ready for the start of the new term. Y/N getting her lectures and plants ready for her upcoming lessons and Severus getting his lectures and ingredients ready for his upcoming lessons. On top of his lessons he was also doing private occlumency lessons with Harry, trying to get him to close his mind to Voldemort. However, instead, Harry got a look inside of Severus’ memories. Memories that he tended to hide from himself and future wife, memories of his tormentors from Hogwarts.
“Get out,” Severus said lowly after Harry had entered his mind.
“I never knew my dad was that horrible to you Uncle Sev,” Harry admitted.
“Just please get out,” The man practically begged, “I just need a minute, okay?”
“I’m sorry.”
So Harry did as his uncle requested, he left the room and gave him the space he needed. The boy waited outside the door until Severus opened it and motioned the boy to come back in. They tried again and again but every time Severus was able to get into Harry’s mind. His memories still filled with his aunt and his friends. Happy memories had overtaken the not so happy ones. Harry had managed to get into Severus’s head once more, this time it was a flash of his Aunt’s smiling face, him as a baby in his aunt’s arms, his aunt hysterically sobbing with a crying Harry in her arms, his aunt as a teenager with a bright smile on her face. 
He wasn’t surprised to see his aunt in Severus’ memory, she was about to get married to the man but he wasn’t expecting to see the memory of his aunt sobbing with him as a baby on his uncle’s doorstep. “Uncle Sev, that memory of Aunt Y/N crying with me as a baby, how old was I?” He asked innocently.
“You were 1, she had a rough day, it was your father’s birthday, the first birthday after his death,” Severus told him, “She came to my house because you wouldn’t stop crying and she couldn’t stop crying. She needed a break for a little while just to breathe so I took you for a bit to give her room.”
“Thank you for taking care of us.”
“Of course, my boy. Off to bed, we’ll continue tomorrow.”
The term passed with little to no issue other than decree after decree, that was until Umbridge caught wind of the DA in the room of requirement. Her and her little gang of snitches found their way to the room, blowing their way through with magic. Every single student in the DA had received an Umbridge special detention. The professors first heard about Albus escaping with Fawkes and then about the mass detention given to the students. 
Her heart raced as she tried to find her nephew after the detention let out, but she couldn’t find him. “Shit!” She cursed aloud before remembering the map. She ran to her office where she kept the map stored after Harry used it to spy on her and Severus. “I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good!” She rushed out to the map. She had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. That feeling was correct because of her nephew’s name with Hermione, Ron, Umbridge and her inquisitorial squad in the dreaded toad’s office. “Mischief managed.” She shoved the map back into the desk drawer before running to Umbridge’s office. 
She arrived right after Severus did, huffing and puffing as she saw Harry being held still by one of the other students, her mind racing and not registering who it was. “He’s got Padfoot at the place where it's hidden!” Harry yelled out.
Her heart dropped once more, keeping her emotions in tact but keeping a sharp eye on her nephew. “Harry, you know you are not supposed to come in here! How dare you break into a professor’s office,” She lightly scolded the boy, he knew just by her tone that she was not upset. “Professor, go easy on them please. Harry just had a bad dream is all, they were just trying to make him feel better, right?”
“Yes ma’am,” Ron and Hermione said in unison.
“If you say so, professor. I will take care of these three.”
Y/N grabbed Severus’ hand, the couple walked out calmly before breaking out into a sprint to get to a piece of parchment, a quill and an owl. “I will head over there, send a message to the order! Be safe, I love you!” She rushed out, planting a firm but sloppy kiss to his lips before running off. Severus quickly wrote off a letter, notifying the order and the ministry of what was happening at the ministry. 
Y/N had found a working floo network, flooing into 12 Grimmauld place. To her surprise, she found Sirius and Remus making out on the couch. She awkwardly cleared her throat alerting the couple to her presence.
“Holy shit!” Sirius shouted in surprise as he threw Remus off of him and onto the floor.
“That hurt! Merlin Sirius! It’s just Y/-Wait what are you doing here? Why do you have that look on your face like something’s wrong?” Remus noticed the expression she was wearing.
“Because I think Voldemort realized the connection and used it against Harry. We need to get to the ministry before the kids get hurt! Sev already sent a letter to the rest of the order, let’s just go please!” She rushed out. The two men scrambled to get up, following her out of the house so they can apparate together. By the time they got there, Harry was surrounded by death eaters, his friends being held by even more death eaters.
“Get away from my nephew you greasy haired fuck!” She shouted at Lucius, blasting a basic cast at him.
She was then targeted by Bellatrix Lestrange, spells getting thrown at her left and right. “Expelliarmus!” She shouted, pointing her wand at the frizzy haired woman. Bellatrix protected herself from the spell before throwing one of her own.
“Crucio!” A green burst of light flew at her, getting reflected by the protego spell. The woman death eater disappeared before apparating onto a rock, throwing the killing curse at Sirius, hitting the man straight in the heart. 
“No!” She screamed, watching as her best friend fell backwards into Veil. She had watched another brother die all over again.
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Family traits Written for @hinnymicrofic, November prompt 5: funny
Harry didn’t like to speak in front of a crowd, but it was much easier when he got to talk about his wife, on his wedding day.
He turned to her. “One of the things I love about my wife”—He beamed at her—“Wow, I can’t believe I can say that now.” He restarted his sentence. “One thing I love about my wife is her great sense of humour.” He glanced at George. “But being funny is a family trait.”
George lifted his glass, grinning. “If you find a sense of humour sexy, I can come and give you a kiss.”
Harry stalled for a moment but quickly recovered. “I’ll confer with Angelina, after my speech.” He looked back over to Ginny.
She was shaking her head laughing. “Please don’t.”
“Sorry, George,” he said. “Hate to disappoint.” He waited for the chuckles to die down. “As I was saying… It’s a family trait and I think their sense of humour is one of the reasons I have always felt so welcome here. They are just a warm and welcoming family.” He looked over at Molly, who was crying softly. “And though I know they have counted me as family for quite some time, I am glad it’s now official. I couldn’t have wished for any better.” He watched Ginny, predicting that the pretty blush on her cheeks was about to darken. “I did suggest taking Weasley as my last name. She insisted on taking my name however… Apparently she had promised her eleven-year-old self to be named Potter, which is…” he trailed off in favour of seeing her reaction.
She was several shades of red darker now, including her ears. “Oh, Merlin,” she muttered. “Ten-year-old,” she corrected him behind her hand quietly.
“I did not want to disappoint little Ginny either, if only because that Ginny has written the most wonderful poem I have ever received.”
Ginny’s eyes widened.
“Which we will now hear a rendition of by her brothers, who kindly volunteered for this part.”
“No!” She looked at him, begging.
“I am kidding,” he said. “Though they did volunteer, just so you know.”
She nodded. “I don’t doubt it.”
“Instead, I think I owe you a poem. I tried my best, and you’ll be allowed to score my efforts after…” He looked at her brothers. “And it will indeed be brought by your brothers.” As her brothers stood up, he turned to her. “You’re going to want to stand up for this one.” He pulled her up.
Her arms snaked around his waist as she waited in anticipation, and perhaps mixed with a bit of worry in her eyes, for her brothers to begin performing the poem. He turned to her, eagerly watching her reaction.
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fruitywritter · 6 months
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Alone with you
You and Hermione hate each other, or that’s what you and everyone else thinks. But all of the fights and the flirting between you guys might mean something, right?
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I also posted this on my Ao3 account, so if you find it there just know that it’s me.
This is going to be only a few more chapters since it’s a small story.
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Walking down the corridors along with Draco, Blaise and Pansy, you were heading towards your last class for today, potions. You were in a bad mood all day since your parents decided to destroy your mood by sending you a letter, telling you that you couldn’t stay with them for Christmas holidays because something happened.
You weren’t sad about that, you had already made plans about staying at Hogwarts. All of your friends were going to their families for Christmas, so you would be alone. It was better than going home anyways, your parents weren’t the best and you hated being around them. So staying at Hogwarts wasn’t anything new.
What made you furious was the nerve that your parents had to tell you that you couldn’t be there even though they happily invited your two other siblings. You were the black sheep in the family, you were the one who always got the hate, you never got the attention from your parents. On the other hand, your siblings had all the love growing up.
It made you sad.
However, you didn’t show it. You pretended like you didn’t care at all, you wanted to appear strong in front of the others. And that’s what you did, for many years now. When you first went to Hogwarts, you didn’t have anyone, you knew nobody. Your first year was the worst. Since you were the oldest child of your parents, you didn’t have any of your siblings there. Not that it would help, your friendship with your brother and sister was kind of the same with your mother and father.
In your fourth year now, you had your friends, some of them didn’t really matter but you managed to find some loyal ones. For example, Draco Malfoy. You two had similar interests and family issues. He was the one you were going after a bad day, he understood you. Draco was also coming to you everytime he had a fight with his father and you did your best to calm him down.
You also managed to gain a reputation in school. You and Draco were two of the most famous students there, Harry Potter would be another one. Draco and him didn’t really like each other from the start, as the blonde boy had said to you when you two became closer friends in the second year.
You didn’t have anything against the dark haired boy, but since your best friend didn’t fancy him, you made it your goal to make his life hell with Draco.
You didn’t really have many enemies there, everyone was kind of afraid of you and since you were a Slytherin and best friends with Draco Malfoy, they didn’t try to mess with you. Everyone would do as you said. No one dared to talk back to you.
No one except for a specific brown haired Gryffindor.
Hermione Granger.
The best student in Hogwarts, a muggleborn and ‘the brightest witch of her age’ as many people called her.
You and your friends would often bully her or any other Gryffindors but she was the only one who stood her ground. She didn’t care about your stupid remarks or about the times that you would call her a ‘mudblood’. Others would cry, but she never did.
Gryffindor and Slytherin shared some classes together, so you often had to see each other in class. It was clear that Hermione and you didn’t fancy each other from the start, just like Harry and Draco.
Hermione sat alone inside the classroom, it was her last class for the day. She was patiently waiting for Harry and Ron to enter the room but they were running late. She breathed out when she saw you and your friends walking through the door step. She wasn’t in the mood today so she looked away, hoping that you wouldn’t acknowledge her presence.
Her two friends appeared just in time as Professor Snape entered the classroom behind them. They walked towards Hermione, as she opened her books getting ready for the lesson to begin.
“Bloody hell, Hermione. When did you get here so fast?” Ron mumbled quietly.
“Well, while you two were goofing around, I actually walked to class.” She replied, quickly looking around and accidentally catching your eyes. You smirked sending her a smirk before turning your gaze back in front of you as the professor started talking about something.
Hemione simply rolled her eyes as she turned her attention back to writing notes. She wasn’t in the mood today for your stupid remarks. Today was a bad day for her, she had so many assignments to do and she was running out of time. She was planning to head to the library after the class was over, her goal was to finish as much as she could today. In a few days Christmas vacation was starting and since she, Harry and Ron decided to spend the holidays at Hogwarts, Hermione wanted to relax from homework.
Few minutes had passed as the Gryffindor turned her head again towards you, but Pansy already had your attention as she was whispering something to you. You two were giggling quietly as professor Snape handed out the next assignments for the holidays.
“Granger is staring at you.” Pansy commented as you turned your gaze to the Gryffindor girl, meeting your eyes she blushed and immediately looked in front of her, not daring to look at your way again. You chuckled and reached to take a small blank paper from your bag, quickly writing down on it and throwing it towards the brown haired girl. Luckily it went right in front of her hands on the desk and without Snape noticing it.
Hermione’s full attention was now on the small paper on her hands, quickly looking forward to checking if the professor noticed. When she made sure that no one saw it she read the note in her hands.
Like what you see, Granger?
She left a quiet groan and rolled her eyes, throwing the note inside her bag and turning her attention back again to the assignment in her hands. She couldn’t help but think about you, the day wasn’t over yet and you already had pissed her off numerous times.
As the class finished you stood up, throwing your things into your bag when you heard Draco talking from beside you, “We’re going back to the common room, are you gonna come or..?”
“Uh.. Actually I think I’m gonna go to the library for a bit, I need to do some assignments..” You said, throwing your bag over your shoulder and starting walking towards the door with the others.
Draco nodded, giving you a smile. You felt someone bumping into you as you looked at the person, annoyed. Before you could speak, the blonde boy snapped towards the redhead. “Watch where you going, Weasley!”
Hermione was quick to notice what was going on and walked towards them. “Leave him alone, Malfoy” She looked at you before grabbing Ron and leaving before either Draco or you had any time to respond.
“She really gets on my nerves..” Draco sighed from beside you. As you nodded and started walking away from the Slytherin. “Hey! We will talk later, right?”
“Yep. Now I gotta go. So, have fun with whatever.” You dismissed yourself as you turned to another corridor on your left. You really weren't in the mood to socialize with anyone, so hiding yourself inside the library, where nobody could find you was the best idea you had.
Hermione had just left the Gryffindor common room and was heading towards the library, she greeted the librarian and went to sit on a table deep into the room, where no one would find her. Hermione liked quiet places, it helped her concentrate.
You just had entered the library, you looked around as you walked through the bookshelves going towards the place you always found comfort in. Since your first year, that place inside the library was the only one where no one was able to find you. That and the tree you had found in your second year there. You would always go there when you wanted to distance yourself from things. Only Draco knew about it, but he knew better than to visit you there.
You stopped in your tracks as you noticed that another person was sitting at your table, you couldn’t recognise who that might be, due to the lack of light in there since only the light of a small lamp was lighting the small place.
Walking around the table to stand in front of the student you went to speak but quickly noticed who that was. Hermione looked up at you and rolled her eyes as she spoke harshly, “What do you want here? Did you follow me?”
“No, what the fuck do you want here? This is my table, so leave.” You responded, placing your bag and things on the empty place on the table.
“I don’t see your name on it. I was here first.” She said and averted her gaze back on her books.
“Okay, then. If you don’t leave, I’ll also stay here.” You said and sat on the chair across from her. Hermione just mumbled a ‘whatever’ and continued with her homework as you started yours as well.
If someone saw you two together, studying in silence and not trying to kill each other would have thought that a miracle had happened. Hermione and you literally looked like you hated one another. Even though in fact, you didn’t. You just liked challenging each other, you liked the attention that she gave you, even though it was just to fight with you.
But in this moment, where you and Hermione sat in a comfortable silence, was enough for you. Neither of you had the courage to fight today.
“Hey, Granger?” You said as she looked up, looking at you from across the table with a questioning look. “Can you help me with something?” She simply shook her head, turning back to her homework as you let out a sigh. Few seconds passed and you tried to get her attention again, “Pssstt. Granger!” You whispered even though no one was close. Defeated as she continued ignoring you said a bit more louder, “Hermione!”
“What! What do you want?” She said angrily as she closed her book looking at you.
You simply smiled, satisfied that you finally got her attention. “Can you help me with this?” You motioned the homework written on your book.
“No, I have my own. And why would I even help you?” Hermione rolled her eyes, clearly angry with you. She missed her quiet time before you got there.
“Come on, I know we don’t like each other but can you at least tell me how to solve it? You know I suck at potions!” You said but got ignored again. “Hermione!” You said loudly and she finally looked at you.
“Okay! But after this, you’re going to shut the hell up and let me study.” You nodded and made room for her to sit next to you. Hermione sighed and brought a chair to sit next to you as she started explaining it to you.
Five minutes later she stopped talking and looked at you with a questionable expression on her face, “Do you understand it now?”
“Yeah, thanks.” You nodded and continued looking at her, not being able to take your eyes away from Hermione. She seemed to realize so she snapped her fingers in front of your face.
“You’re staring.” She cleared her throat, still her body close to yours. You mumbled a quiet ‘sorry’ and looked down on your books. “What’s up with you? Why’re you being so nice all of sudden?”
‘What? I’m not being nice.”
“That’s a lie. You haven’t said anything mean to me since the moment you sat at this table. You are being nice, so what’s wrong?” She scoffed.
“Nothing’s wrong, okay? I’m just not in the mood for that, and I wanna get over this stupid homework so I can go to sleep.” You said, not daring to look into her eyes.
“Yeah, I don’t believe you.” Hermione said.
“Aren’t you tired of fighting? Because I am.” You breathed out suddenly, crossing your arms and moving back to the chair.
“Of course I’m tired of it!” Hermione exclaimed, rising from her seat clearly frustrated, then quickly sat back down and lowered her voice, “But apparently it seems that we both like doing it..”
“Yeah.. I mean, it’s fun, isn’t it?”
“Maybe, but sometimes you take it too far.” She whispered, looking up at you.
“I’m sorry for that. It’s just that sometimes, I.. I might take my anger out on the wrong people. Things are not great for me lately. And I’m not saying it for you to pity me or anything, I just want you to know how sorry I am..” You said in a quiet tone, not daring to look towards her.
Hermione nodded, a small smile creeping on her face as she watched you being for the first time so vulnerable in front of her. You didn’t show your emotions that much, if Hermione was to be honest she would say that you didn’t show anything at all. Trying to act all badass in front of the whole school was kind of fun for Hermione to watch.
She knew that you have been struggling with much more than you showed, but she didn’t dare to say anything because she knew how you would react.
The corner of your eyes filled with tears so you glanced up to the ceiling so they couldn’t flood down your face. After successfully avoiding the tears you looked back down to the Gryffindor, “It was fun, right?” You said with hope in your voice.
The girl beside you chuckled and nodded her head, not being able to hold it anymore. “Yeah it was. Watching you trying to act like you hate me was the best thing.”
Trying to turn your face serious, you said, “But I do hate you.”
“Right, keep telling yourself that.” Hermione mumbled and moved to grab her book.
“What? No, I do hate you. It’s just a bit fun arguing with you”
“Oh please, if you hated me you wouldn’t cry in front of me.”
“I didn’t cry.”
“You were close, though.”
You rolled your eyes and mumbled, “Fuck you, Hermione.”
“You wish.”
“What?” You turned your head towards her, confused and unsure if you heard well.
“What?” Hermione’s eyes widened, she didn’t mean to say something like that. It just slipped off. Turning her head away from you so you couldn’t see her red face, she grabbed her pen and started writing down some notes.
You shook your head and smiled, “What did you just say?” You really couldn’t believe the words that slipped out from Hermione’s mouth, you have never heard the girl say something like that.
“Nothing, forget I even said that.” She denied, shaking her head.
“No way I can forget what you just said.”
“You can and you will.” The Gryffindor eventually met your gaze, a hint of anger in her face.
“Nope. Not gonna happen.”
“Y/N.” Her expression hardened as Hermione gave you a look telling you to shut it immediately. You threw your arms in the air, showing that you gave up. She looked back down on her papers as you sat there, thinking about everything.
You would never have thought that you and Hermione would have talked for more than 10 words to each other, and without those words being mean things you usually said to piss off each other.
You found comfort in her presence, you actually started to feel safe and that you didn’t have to hide that much from her. You couldn’t remember the last time you actually felt this safe. Being beside Hermione was really comforting and relaxing.
Even though you enjoyed being on your own, being in the presence of the Gryffindor girl was one of the best feelings. It felt like for once in your life you weren’t alone.
Sure, hanging out with Draco also made you feel wanted, he was there when you wanted someone to talk to. To open up, about your feelings when you felt like everyone hated you. He always told you that you matter, that your feelings matter, that you don’t deserve the way your family treats you.
But you couldn’t help but feel always the same; that everyone hated you, everyone wanted you gone. You had fallen into deep depression, no one believed you. No one but Draco. He was the one who helped you get out of those thoughts. No one knew about your suffering, about the pain you had to go through.
“Do you hate me?” You whispered, barely enough for Hermione to hear. It came out without your consent and you regretted it the minute you said it.
“What?” Hermione turned her head towards you, trying to catch your eyes with hers.
“I said, do you hate me?”
“No, I heard you. I..” She sighed and looked anywhere but you. “Hate is a strong word.”
“So, you don’t..?” You said, with a slight hope in your voice.
“I didn’t say that.” She crossed her arms, still not looking in your direction.
You turned your body, facing her while still sitting on the chair, even though Hermione tried her best to avoid your questions.
“So… You do hate me?” You grimaced at the thought of the Gryffindor girl hating you. You couldn’t actually imagine Hermione hating you for real. You always knew that she doesn’t like you, but hate?
“I didn’t say that either.” Came her response as she had found big interest on the bookshelves in front of you.
“You confuse me, Hermione.”
“Good, now go back to homework.” She was really trying to fight back that smile, she liked playing with you. She knew exactly how you would act in some situations, she secretly studied you daily. While you would talk with your friends, Hermione would watch you from afar. In the hallways, from the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, on quidditch matches.
She loved going on your quidditch matches, whenever you played she would find an excuse to come see you play. Whilst you didn’t know that, -which she was grateful for- she was your biggest fan. In secret.
Hermione tried to avoid her feelings for so long, after she realized that she couldn’t do that anymore. She decided to appreciate you from a distance, since she knew that she didn’t have any chance with you.
The popular Slytherin, the best friend of Draco Malfoy.
Sighing you let your head fall to the table, closing your eyes and trying to relax for a few minutes. It was getting closer to 11pm and while tomorrow was Saturday, you were tired and planning to sleep until late in the morning. But, after you had finished your homework.
Feeling a gentle nudging on your arm you stirred awake and confused taking in your surroundings. Finally setting your gaze on the brown haired girl beside you, giving her a questionable look.
“What?”
“You were sleeping.”
“So?” A quiet laugh left your mouth.
“Aren’t you gonna go back to your room?” Hermione asked, still having her attention on her book giving you the opportunity to take in her appearance. She really looked cute, with her head up in a bun, her tired eyes and the small smirk that played between her soft lips.
“And leave you all alone? Nope, I’ll stay here with you.” You couldn’t help but tease her.
Your eyes widened as you could see a small blush on her cheeks but decided to not acknowledge it. You were afraid that if you did say something about her red face, she would simply curse you.
“No you won’t, your snoring bothers me.” You tilted your head at that.
“I don’t snore.” You scoffed and crossed your arms. Now it was your turn to blush, but you tried to hide it from the Gryffindor. If you really did snore, that would be so embarrassing. You didn’t want to feel that way, especially in front of Hermione.
“Yes you do.” Hermione bit her lip, now looking at you. She loved how you seemed a bit embarrassed. The truth was that you didn’t really snore. The noises your breathing made while you were sleeping were music to Hermione’s ears. But that was something that she’d never admit outloud and especially in front of you.
“I do not.” You murmured and let your head fall back to the table. “Go back to your homework and let me sleep a bit.”
“I’m done with mine. Did you finish yours?” She asked, pulling away from her books but still looking at you.
“Yep.”
“Okay, good. Take your stuff and let’s get going, it’s pretty late and I have to wake up early tomorrow.” Hermione said as she stood up and started walking towards the library’s exit. You grabbed your books quickly and stood up as well, following her.
“But tomorrow is Saturday..?” You said confused as you reached her where she was standing, waiting for you right outside of the door.
“Yeah, and..?”
“You’re so weird. Who would not sleep in on a Saturday morning..”
“Whatever.” Hermione rolled her eyes as you started walking again through the dark and empty hallways of the castle. No one was there, just you two. Two ‘enemies’ as the students called you, walking in the quiet halls and having a teasing conversation.
“Do you even rest?” You asked, turning to look at her.
“Yes, I do rest. Now come on or I’ll leave you here all by yourself.” She said with an annoyed tone as she fastened her pace. Leaving you walking slowly behind her.
“You wouldn’t.” Your eyes widened slightly at the thought. Nobody knew you were kind of afraid of the dark. You never told anyone. That was from a traumatic experience you had when you were younger. You avoided thinking of it and you also avoided being alone in the dark. You needed to feel someone beside you to feel safe and not freak out.
“Watch me.” She simply said as she continued walking faster and away from you.
“Okay! Okay, wait. I’m coming.” You whisper-yelled, fastening your pace until you reached her side. You made sure to be a bit more closer to her than usual. Even though you could make out her face in the darkness, you still had the need to feel her close to you. “So bloody mean..” You muttered, looking forward.
“What did you say?” You could feel Hermione glaring at you and you tried to keep your cool. Annoyed Hermione was something that you would survive, but an angry Hermione? You would be 6 feet under in no time.
“Nothing..” You said, trying to not sound scared.
“That’s what I thought.”
“That’s what I thought.” You couldn’t help but mock her silently, but apparently Hermione heard that.
“Did you say something?” Through the moonlight that shined through the windows you could clearly see Hermione’s jaw clenching. And that really made you almost shit your pants. So you tried to save it by denying it. “Nope!”
“So..Where are we going? Gryffindor tower is that way.” You said as you looked around, confused about your destination.
“I know that. We have to go to the Astronomy tower because I forgot some stuff there last night, and since you said that you’ll walk me to the common room, you’re going there with me.”
“I didn’t say that.” You muttered.
“Then why are you following me? The Slytherin common room is the opposite way.”The Gryffindor girl asked, turning her head to look at you.
“I- Uhm..” You stuttered, you wouldn’t admit to her why you had followed her. Your fear of the dark was not really the reason. You could just simply light up your wand, since you had it with you. The real reason why you followed the shorter girl was because you didn’t want her to walk alone in the dark halls.
Even if you didn’t admit it to yourself, you cared deeply for the girl beside you. And letting something happen to her was your biggest fear. Of Course she would be safe inside the castle. Hogwarts was the safest place, but still you couldn’t leave her alone. So yes, walking with her was calming you. Also you liked spending more time with her, even though she didn’t know it.
“That’s cute.” Her voice stopped your thoughts as you turned your face in her direction.
“What’s cute?”
“You.” Hermione said casually. You on the other side, you were trying so hard to not let your small smile be seen. She had called you cute, even though she had probably said it to annoy you, it really made you happy.
“Fuck off, I’m not cute.” You tried to act like you didn’t like it, and turned to look forward.
“Whatever you say. But if you wanna know.. Your face is really red right now..” As she said that you cleared your throat and started walking slightly faster than her.
“Can you stop that?” You asked annoyed, trying to not meet her gaze.
A simple “Sure.” came from her as you had finally reached the top of the Astronomy’s tower.
“Wow..” You said as you took in the view up there.
“What? You’ve never come up here at night?”
“No..” You said quietly, walking slowly towards the edge looking up at the stars. “It’s beautiful.”
“Yeah it is.” Hermione’s voice came from beside you as she looked up at the dark sky. “I come up here almost every night.. It’s so peaceful, especially when I want to be left alone.”
You two just sat in silence. Appreciating your moments.
“Now I understand why you do that..”You decided to speak.
“Yeah.. Sometimes life becomes too tough to deal with things, so being here at night looking at the stars. It’s so quiet. Nobody ever comes here so it’s great.” Hermione mumbled as she sighed and turned to look at you. “Whenever we fought, I came up here. Just staring at the distance and thinking about the reasons we were fighting. Which are now the most stupid reasons.”
You chuckled, still looking in front of you. “The truth is that we’re really dumb for fighting for stupid matters. And I’m sorry, I know it’s all my fault. I simply found it kind of fun, making fun of you, annoying you.. I just- To be honest, I liked having your attention. Because I knew that you wouldn’t notice me for any other reason. Making fun of you was something that made me happy, it was the only time of the day that I got your attention..”
“Oh..”
“I’m sorry.. I shouldn’t have said all of these. I know my stupid feelings don't really matter right now.” You sighed, looking down at your hands. “I shouldn’t even come up here, this is your personal space. I- I’m just gonna go. Have a good night, Hermione.” You said and turned around leaving before giving the chance to Hermione to talk.
As you disappeared down the stairs the Gryffindor stood there, thinking about all that you had said. Now she was confused.
That night she stayed a few more hours in the tower. Alone. Thinking of stuff.
You, on the other side, after you left you walked straight to the Slytherin common room and into your dorm. Slipping under the blankets you tried to close your eyes, but the thoughts of what happened minutes ago in the Astronomy’s tower couldn’t leave your mind.
Did you really have to say those things? Thankfully you didn’t admit any more of your feelings.That would destroy everything.
Eventually sleep took over you, but the dreams were still there.
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moiravim · 8 months
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I Miss When We First Met: Chapter 26
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YN Potter falls in love with Draco Malfoy. Along with that, her relationship with her brother, Harry begins to fall apart as she was sorted into Slytherin. Will Harry find out about the relationship between his enemy and his sister?
IMWWFM: Masterlist
School seemed to be getting worse and worse. You were starting to regret joining the quidditch team, because now you were stuck spending almost every morning practicing.
Not only that but you saw little to no improvement. Staying up late to help Luna with all of the magical creatures around Hogwarts was also starting to take a toll on you.
Going to bed late and waking up early was not a good combo. You were starting to skip meals so that you would have more time to study.
You were now thirteen. This was supposed to be a big step forwards, You were expecting Hogwarts to become more fun. But the only change was your mental health declining.
Your friends were starting to get worried, but you promised them nothing was up. You sleepily walked from the quidditch pitch to your next class, defense against the dark arts.
You liked professor lupin a lot. He was always kind and understanding. When you got to class you sat in your usual seat between Ginny and Neville.
They both noticed how eerily tired you were. You were zoning in and out of consciousness and couldn't pay attention to a thing Lupin was saying.
You had fallen asleep at some point and didn't notice when class was dismissed. "Miss Potter, should I be worried?" Professor Lupin questioned in a gentle tone.
"Huh..? Oh. No. Um.." You stuttered out, trying to think of what words to say. Suddenly, in your sleepy state you ask; "Actually, I have a question. Unrelated, but... You said you knew James, right?".
He sighs before responding; "Yes. We were good friends. Why?"
"Do you happen to know who my real parents are? What happened to them?" His face starts to become nervous.
"Yes... I do know... But it's best if you don't" He says with an apologetic voice.
I immediately counter his claim; "if anyone should know it's me! I need to know... Please?".
He looked at you sadly. "Your mother died. And your father... He's a horrible man. You wouldn't want to know".
You were starting to get nervous, but your curiosity couldn't be killed that easily. "But I do want to know!"
He side once more and put his hand to his forehead, obviously getting annoyed. "Your father... Is 'the heir of Slytherin'... You-know-who... I'm sorry, YN".
The look of shock on your face would concern anyone who walked by. He explained that your father had disowned you because of your gender. James thought he could give you a better chance at life and immediately found you and adopted you as a baby.
This all just made everything worse. Not only were you sorted into Slytherin but you were the daughter of Voldemort. The most evil man you could think of.
You hated crying, it made you feel gross. But you cried all the night. You have rethought everything about yourself.
Did Draco know this already? There had been rumors about you being voldemort's daughter, but you just thought they were crazy.
There was another boy who was rumored to be voldemort's son. Mattheo was it? You wondered if he was actually related to Voldemort as well.
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Final 5 chapters SNEAK PEEK!
Chapter 37...
“No,” Sirius said.  “He’s not good enough for her.”
“Siri, are you ever going to find anyone good enough for her?”
“That’s not the point,” Sirius insisted, waving her off.  “She’s my daughter and I don’t like him.”
“It’s interesting that you celebrated sex with Harry and with Leo and yet even the thought of your daughter snogging a boy sends you through the roof,” Zee teased.
“I know it’s a double standard and all that, I’m aware,” Sirius growled.  “Stop pointing it out.”
Zee chuckled and climbed into her husband’s lap.  “She loves him, Sirius.”
“She’s seventeen, what does she know?”
“What did Harry and Ginny know?”
“They were different.”
"Mina knows her own heart, Sirius,” Zee began.  “Leo likes him.  They’re best friends.”
Sirius scoffed.  Leo and Grayson had become friends after meeting in the duelling club and despite being in separate houses had grown close when Leo had been in fifth year.  
“That’s worse!  It’s like breaking a code or something.”
“Aydin is Mina’s best friend.”
“Zee, stop pointing out all of the ways that I’m wrong,” Sirius demanded.
She grinned, sliding her fingers through his hair.  “But it’s so fun.”
“When did they grow up?”
“Too fast,” Zee agreed, pecking his lips.  “But they did.”
Chapter 38...
Ron finished up his paperwork and headed home.  He walked into the house in time for Hugo to run past him, covered from head to toe in something red and sparkly as Rose screamed at him to stay out of her room.
Ron caught his son around the waist, grimacing at the sheer amount of red sparkles covering his four-year-old.  
“Bloody hell, Hugo, what happened?”  Ron demanded.
“Rose threw them at me!”  Hugo cried, tears in his eyes.
“ROSE!”  Ron bellowed.
His six-year-old-daughter stuck her head out of her room.  “He was in my room, Daddy!”
“That’s not an excuse,” Ron said.  “Where did you even get this many red sparkles?”
Hermione appeared a moment later, looking slightly ragged as she held their eight-month-old-son Granger in her arms.  “Goodness!  I disappear for two minutes to change Granger’s nappy and all hell breaks loose.”
Hugo was crying and trying to wipe at his eyes which only made sparkles get in them.  Hermione passed Granger to Ron to take care of Hugo and Ron turned to glare at his daughter.
“Hugo looks up to you, Rosie.  He just wants to play with his big sister.”
“I told him to leave and he wouldn’t,” Rose said, tears in her eyes.  “So I threw my bag of glitter at him.  I didn’t know that it would open and go everywhere.”
Ron sighed and bent down to pull his crying daughter into his arms.  “All right, Rosie.  You apologize to your brother.  We don’t throw things, are we clear?”
“Yes,” she whispered, wiping at her tears.
It took Hermione over thirty minutes to get Hugo sparkle free and by the time they had dinner and got the kids to bed, Ron was exhausted.  He pulled Hermione down into his lap on the sofa and rested his beard against her neck.
“Bloody hell, I could sleep for a month.”
Hermione chuckled and ran her fingers through his hair.  “You and me both. 
Chapter 39...
Draco spotted Potter and his wife twirling around the dance floor both in burgundy robes and staring into each other’s eyes in a way that made him want to gag.  Yes, this place was definitely not for him.  He turned towards the food table and shoved a crab cake into his mouth before he turned and crashed into the person behind him.  His Prosecco splashed out of his glass onto her dress and his eyes widened in horror.  His eyes moved down the slim figure of the woman in a long black evening gown with a front slit and back up her waist to the high neck and sleeveless ensemble that was now damp on her chest and bare arms.  Elegantly alabaster arms, he noted. 
“Pardon me,” Draco exclaimed rather stiffly.  “I do beg your pardon.”  Then his eyes landed on her steely blue ones and a jolt of recognition shot through him.  “Astoria?” 
Astoria Greengrass looked absolutely stunning in a form fitting black gown.  Her black hair was long and straight and hung down her back in what looked like black silk.  She wore diamonds in her ears and on her wrists and Draco gaped at her like a fish out of water. 
“Malfoy,” Astoria said, shaking Prosecco off of her hand. 
“I apologize,” Draco said.  “I didn’t realize anyone was behind me… let me.”  
Half a second later, his wand had removed the mess, but not before he noticed the chill of the Prosecco had made her nipples pebble through her dress.  She gave him an annoyed look. 
“Thank you.” Astoria made to walk off and he reached out to touch her wrist, suddenly not wanting to be alone.  “Did you want to spill something else on me?” 
Draco removed his hand, his cheeks heating.  “No, and again, I sincerely apologize, I just… I’ve only been back in England a few months.”
“And you thought the best thing to do upon your return would be to throw a glass of Prosecco at me?  How charming.”
Chapter 40...
Theo was finishing up some case notes in his library when he heard a door slam followed by a very loud bellow of, “Uncle Theo!”
He frowned and stood up, moving out of the library to see who’s voice it was and his face brightened at the sight of his fifteen-year-old-godson Albus Potter marching towards him.
“Alby!  This is a nice surprise.”
Albus wrinkled his nose.  “Albus now, Uncle Theo.  Alby makes me feel like a kid.”
“Sorry,” Theo said with a smile.  “Hard to break the habit.  What can I do for you?”
Albus let out a long breath and shoved his hands in his pockets, the look on his face reminding Theo so much of a teenage Harry it startled him.  Albus really was the spitting image of his father minus the glasses.
“I need your help, but you have to promise that this stays between us.”
Theo lifted an eyebrow.  “You know my rules, unless it’s a matter of life or death anything you tell me stays between us.”
Albus nodded and shifted his shoulders.  “Can we go somewhere and talk alone?”
“Come on back into the library,” Theo said.  “Uncle Bas took Ben, Spence, and Sadie to a Quidditch match so we have the place to ourselves.  Do you want some tea or a snack?”
Albus shook his head, plopping himself down on the leather sofa in the library.  “No.  I just… I’m in trouble.”
Theo took a seat next to his godson.  “What kind of trouble?”
Chapter 41...
A red spark flashed on his desk with a soft ping so he touched his wand to it.  “Yes, Anita?”
“Your wife is here, Auror Potter,” Anita’s voice seemed to rise up from the spark.
A grin spread across his face.  “Send her in.”
Half a minute later, he saw his wife knocking her knuckles against his doorjamb, a picnic basket in her hand.  “Knock, knock.  I brought you some lunch.”
Harry beamed at her.  She looked gorgeous with her long red hair pulled back in a braid.  She was wearing black tights and a large purple jumper with her black cloak undone.  She had her winter boots on and a cute toque on her head with a purple pom.  Her pregnant belly was visible at five months and as always, Harry looked at his wife with complete awe.  Even after being married for almost twelve years, he still thought she was the most breathtaking woman he’d ever seen.
“Perfect surprise.”
He watched her close the door to his office.  She tapped the door with her wand, making his eyebrow rise before she came around his desk to straddle him; his eyes widened.  
Ginny linked her arms around his neck.  “Hi, Deputy Head Auror Potter.”
His lips curved.  “Hi, Mrs Potter.”
Ginny leaned in to nip at his bottom lip.  “I dropped the kids off at school and Mum has the twins.  I watched you leave today and I thought you’ve had this whole office to yourself for over a month now and I haven’t even popped by for a proper visit.”
“You’ve been busy,” he said, a soft moan escaping him when she planted an open-mouthed kiss on his throat.  “After everything that happened with Jamie and Alby and then the holiday and… Gin…”
She was sucking on the pulse in his neck in that perfect spot that always drove him mad and when she licked the mark to soothe it, his already interested cock sprang to full attention.
“All true,” she said.  “But a good wife should have made the time to come in, check it out, and more importantly,” she whispered, her hand sliding down to open the button his trousers.  “Make sure it’s properly christened.”
Harry’s eyes darkened.  “Gin… fuck, we can’t.”
Her brown eyes twinkled in mischief.  “Doors locked.  You’re on lunch.”
“That’s not…”
She pulled her jumper over her head and he licked his lips.  “You have an hour for lunch, right?”
He nodded, afraid to speak.  
Ginny opened her bra and his eyes immediately dropped down to take in her magnificent tits, big and round from pregnancy.  She took his hands and placed them overtop of them.
“Mmm, how many times can you make me come in an hour, Harry?”
Harry swallowed.  “Is there even anything in that picnic basket?”
Her brown eyes twinkled in mischief.  “Of course there is.  I just thought you might want to eat me first.”
Only 5 chapters left!
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I know i’m not the only one.
harry potter x !fem reader
⚠️: not really any warnings, angst, cheating, slapping.
Summary: While getting ready for bed in her dorm, y/n receives news from a certain someone that harry is cheating on her. (also this is not proofread.)
this is my first post! (and angst) please tell me if this is good.
may or may have not added 2 euphoria references haha
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today was a very long day. between OWLS, dealing with Umbridge, and having an insane amount of homework, I barely had time for myself. thanks to Hermione, i was able to get help with homework so i finished it earlier, but that was a couple of hours ago. after I finished everything, I went shopping for a bit to calm myself down before finally returning at my dorm. I grab my keys and I put it in the lock. when I had gotten in there, though, Cho and Hermione were in my room.
“merlin- what the hell are you doing here?” I say to the girls, both mad and concerned in why they had gotten into my dorm.
“We have something to tell you.. it’s quite serious actually,-“ hermione said before being cut off by cho
“you may want to sit down. it’s about me and harry.” cho responded in a guilty tone, like something bad had happened.
confused and filled with worry, i sat down. then i thought of the worst, harry and cho were dating? or maybe he had broken up with me?
“do you want to tell her or should i?” hermione whispers to cho, and she just nods.
“harry kissed me after our meeting in the room of requirement. he’s also been cheating on you with me.” cho told me, looking down at the floor.
at first, i laughed. then i took it seriously.
“you’ve got to be kidding me.” i said, my voice filled with anger, instead of sadness.
cho just stood there, still looking down.
“how long had this been going on?” i ask, my patience growing thin.
“since we first started the lessons with harry.”
i turned to hermione, now i was mad.
“and you knew about this and didn’t tell me?”
she stood there. all she did was stand there unresponsive.
cho was now crying. she was fucking crying.
“oh you’re fucking crying? you’re crying? you are the most idiotic person i have ever fucking met, you kissed my boyfriend and you’re fucking crying?”
i left the room. i could not be in the same room with a girl who knew that a boy was in a relationship, yet still ruined that relationship.
i made my way to the gryffindor tower. i was so angry that i was crying, yet i should not be crying over a boy who cheated on a girl simply because be was fooled. i will not let myself be embarrassed like this.
i finally got to the painting with the fat lady. i didn’t know the password since i was a hufflepuff, but i angrily knocked. to my surprise, someone opened the door. harry.
“oh, hi y/n! how are you?”
“don’t you dare act like everything is okay. i know about you and cho, i know you kissed her, i know you were messing with her. what the fuck is wrong with you? i treat you great, i try to be an amazing girlfriend, and this is what i get in return? you didn’t even tell me. cho and hermione had to tell me after i had gotten back from shopping.” i was getting close to him, tears were streaming down my face. these were not sad tears, however they were angry ones.
people in the common room overheard and were now watching. three of then i had recognized as the weasley twins and their little brother, ron. and boy were they shocked.
our relationship had seen like the most perfect thing. we would get each other gifts, call each other nicknames that were corny, watched movies, baked together, and did so much more. yet he chose to throw it all away for a girl who cries when she ruins someones relationship.
“y/n, i’m sorry.” that’s all he said. three words, and that was it.
“oh you’re sorry? you’re sorry? you think a lame ass apology is going to fix this?” i shout, the people around us watching as we fight.
“what more do you want me to say?”
“maybe saying sorry like you actually fucking mean it? and also, a sorry isn’t going to fix what we had. everything was perfect, we were a great couple! yet you threw that away.” i yell, but now i’m not crying. i’m yelling.
“can we still be together, though?”
that set me off. everyone was not watching us, more people coming down from their dorms. then i finally did it. i slapped him.
“oh shit!“ someone said. others gasped.
“i got to say, potter, i’ve had a lot if regrets, but meeting you is at the top of my list.”
he finally takes the hint. now he knows that we will no longer be seeing each other. that on saturdays, we won’t study together. on wednesday nights, we won’t bake chocolate chip cookies or sit by the fire drinking hot chocolate. and we most certainly will never, and i mean never, be back together again.
“i love you, y/n.”
i laugh, and turn to look at him one last time.
“don’t you dare say you love me.”
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hmmmm, dialogue request for Sirius x Reader (if it's still open!!)
Sirius walking into the reader's dorm where he finds her crying cuz of her parents (they could be muggles who think witches are the devil, or blood purists who think she's betrayed them, or anything else, just, issues) so he's just there, panicking, trying to comfort her until he eventually just ends up doing something stupid (playing a song from one of her fav musicals and dancing to it, or just overall something that has his vibes XD) which makes her burst out laughing, just, wholesome comfort cuz i can't do angst w/o comfort ^_^|||
as long as u want to, of course!!!
omg yes! comfort with Siri 🥰 Warnings: bad family relationship Disclaimer:  I don’t own Harry Potter 😊 gifs aren't mine 😊
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A Little Help From My Friends
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"Hey, love you have to see this, Moony just-" Sirius stopped when he walked into your dorm and saw you curled up on our bed, crying your eyes out. "Hey" he said, softly as he walked over to your bed. "What's going on, darling?"
"N-nothing" you said, wiping away your tears.
"Love, this isn't nothing, why are you crying?" he asked, cupping your cheek with his hand.
"It's stupid" you tried to brush it off but you knew Sirius wouldn't drop it when he kept looking at you. "It's just m-my parents" you said. "They found a letter I wrote to my little brother and they just... well, they wrote back saying that they don't him to be in touch with... demons like me" you sighed sadly. Your parents were muggles and they hated the fact that you were a witch. To them, witches and wizards equal everything that is haunted and bad in the world, so, when they found that you were a witch, they sent you away. "It's just stupid, I shouldn't let it get to me anymore" you muttered.
"I'm sorry, love" Sirius said, hugging you to him. "What can I do to help you feel better?" he asked, stroking your back.
"You don't have to do anything, Sirius" you said, burying your face on his shoulder. "You being here helps a lot" you admitted.
"No, but I need to see that smile back on your face" he said, pulling away a little. "Wait, what's that song that you and Moony always sing that makes you happy?" he said, getting up.
"Sirius you don't have to-"
"What would you think if I sang out of tune? Would you stand up and walk out on me?" he sang all of the sudden, smiling at you.
"Sirius" you said, with a small smile starting to form.
"Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song, and I'll try not to sing out of key" he said, kneeling in front of you and offering you his arms.
"Siri-" you said, letting out a small chuckle.
"Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends" he kept going. "Come on, love, you can't leave me here, singing by myself" he said, placing his hand as a microphone and you rolled your eyes, smiling.
"Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends" you sang, letting out a small laugh.
"Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends" Sirius sang, getting up again and pulling you with him.
"Sirius" you laughed as he twirled you around the dorm.
"Come on, love, you know the song" he said, dancing with you and you laughed, which was music to Sirius' ears.
"What do I do when my love is away?" you sang to him.
"Does it worry you to be alone?" he sang, kissing your cheek.
"How do I feel by the end of the day? Are you sad because you're on your own?" you laughed.
"No! I get by with a little help from my friends!"
"Mm, get high with a little help from my friends!"
"Oh, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends! Do you need anybody?" Sirius sang, wrapping his arms around your waist and turning you around.
"I need somebody to love" you sang, looking at him and feeling your heart beating faster.
"Could it be anybody?" he sang, stopping, but still with his arms around your waist.
"I want somebody to love" you said, placing your hands around his shoulders.
"Would you believe in a love at first sight?" Sirius asked, but he had stopped singing, it sounded more like a genuine question. You smiled at him and brushed his hair out of his forehead.
"Yes, I'm certain that it happens all the time" you smiled. And then, before either one of you said anything else, Sirius leaned in to kiss you and pulled you closer.
"See? I knew that song put you in a better mood" he said, when you pulled away, making you laugh and bury your head on his chest. "So, do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?"
"I thought you'd never ask, Black" you said, giving him a peck on the lips and forgetting why you were crying only minutes ago.
The End
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A/N: hope you liked it, loves :)
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frogzzai · 11 months
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Rating Uppermoons
Ugh I love the uppermoons. Anyways, contains: Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Hantengu, Gyokko, Gyutaro, Daki, Gyutaro+Daki as a duo.
Warnings: Unhinged comments, my thirst for psychotic men.
Send in requests I have no motivation :'( (I write for MHA, Creepypasta, Slashers, Demon Slayer, JJK, Harry Potter, Rick and Morty, Fantastic Beasts, Winx) Any underage characters are not permitted unless it's platonic
Multi-Masterlist! Back to Masterlist!
Uppermoon 1- Kokushibo
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On my knees, barking, screaming, crying, throwing up. He could eat me any day. He's hot, he's powerful, he's reasonable. What more could you want?? He is also completely ripped, and his final demon form. Gahdaym. Handle me like you handle your sword, rough 😳.
His hairrrrr! I love men with long ass hair. And it's in a pony tail?! Marriage.
10/10
Uppermoon 2- Douma
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I love Douma. I love manic men, what can I say?
I feel pretty bad for him, like he looked so disappointed when no one wanted to join him in season 3 episode 1 :( I'll join you bbg.
7/10
Uppermoon 3- Akaza
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Ugh. Don't even get me started. I love Akaza so much. Take out your frustrations on me and pound me like you pounded Tanjiros sword 😩
He's so fine and for what?
He's strong, hot, respectful..
I'll give my favourite basketball a 9/10, he could be a little less power thirsty.
Hantengu
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His demon art is pretty cool!
He also has a more 'demonic' look about him. If he were a little less of a wimp he'd have more potential, like if it were hard to behead him in the first place but even if you manage it even more powerful versions of him appear.
I really want to stick a pin into the lump on his head to see if it would pop.
He has the same haircut as about 70% of old men.
I'll give him a 7/10, he'd be so much better if he had a stronger personality.
Gyokko
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I absoloutely love Gyokko!
His demon art is very cool, I think he's a very underrated character.
He definitely has so much more potential, call me biased idc.
He has a super cool character design! Gyokko could've done so much more.
I'll give fish boy a 10/10, he deserves more love
Gyutaro
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Gyutaro is so cool! It's a shame his backstory is so sad, poor bby deserved so much more.
His dubbed voice>>
His character design is one of my favourites along with Gyokko, his blood demon art was also pretty cool, not quite on my list of favourites but close to!
One of the prettiest demons, fight me.
I'll give this skrunkly boy a 10/10.
Daki
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Even though Daki was an asshole, you can't help but like her character.
Definitely one of the more.. demonic demons? If you get what I'm trying to say.
Her only downside is she wasn't very strong, she could've been but she relied on her brother too much. Her blood demon art is probably one of my favourites.
I'll give her a 8/10.
Gyutaro + Daki as a duo
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It's a shame because I like both these characters and I love their dynamic but Daki brings Gyutaro down.
Gyutaro could have easily climbed the Uppermoon ranks if it weren't for Daki. Even Muzan said she brought him down. Gyutaro's sole purpose was to protect Daki and that's what got him killed.
I love both the characters but I'll have to give the duo a 6/10 :(.
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theothermaidoftarth · 23 days
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Writing Patterns (Tag Game)
Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!
Thanks for tagging me @gwenllian-in-the-abbey! Another really interesting tag game. Looks like I’m gonna have to delve into my ff.net fics for this one (I have far more fics posted there than I do on ao3 currently).
Broke the rules a bit to post the first few lines of some of my fics and there certainly seems to be a pattern — I start in media res, in the middle of some sort of action half the time, or there’s an introspective thought kicking things off (or both somewhat, in the case of Song for Evermore).
“You sing to your dragon?”   
“Yes, I — yes.” Daeron thought he was alone, save the dragons and the last vestiges of his song, echoing back to him. She startled him. His eyes took her in, from boots to breeches and studded jack.
Song for Evermore (House of the Dragon)
The young heir to the Iron Throne was racing like the wind, following the winding river of the Wendwater through the kingswood.  The Favoured (HotD)
It should not have been possible for a child to slip past the guards again, out into the night, but all was in shambles in the castle of High Tide. 
Sorrow (HotD)
It has been two years but they still look at them out of the corners of their eyes, even when their house colours are not visible. They look at him askance for his accent and what they think that makes him (Paddy, fenian); they look at her askance for the colour of her skin, the fall of her long braids, her full lips, and what they think that makes her (darkie, golliwog).
Modus Vivendi (Harry Potter)
She was crying in the orchard—silently, tear tracks running down her round cheeks. His stomach twisted; he hated it when she cried. Teddy knelt in front of her, ran a hand over her tight curls. Roxanne jerked away from him and he frowned.
Half-Blood (HP)
Luna liked to take the time to enjoy the world, to see everything her mother couldn't and never would again. So even after five years at Hogwarts—and even though her mum had been a Beauxbatons alumni, not a Hogwarts one—Luna took the time to admire the views from certain windows. She took the time to stop and greet ghosts and portraits that she knew and liked—and even some she didn't; who knew what she could learn from them, after all.
Of Second Chances and Burgeoning Friendships (HP)
Edmund hated being second-best. He always had before coming to Narnia, and, of course, immediately after his arrival. He thought that feeling had abated with the White Witch's death and his concomitant absolution. Apparently not.
His Brother's Woman (HP / Chronicles of Narnia crossover)
If there was one thing that could be said about Charlie Weasley, it was this: he loved his family.
Honest, he did.
Only sometimes they got on his nerves. Like today.
The Life of Charlie: The Second Son (HP)
There were few things that Hermione Granger was uncertain of.
One thing she wasn't uncertain of was this: Luna Lovegood was quite the oddball. Ginny Weasley agreed. And the younger Gryffindor wasn't the only one. Now, if Hermione could just get Harry to see that, then maybe he'd stay away from the straggly-haired, protuberant-eyed Ravenclaw.
A Slip of Conscience (HP)
When Ron was young - about six or so - he used to think that he'd been put on the Weasleys' doorstep as a baby. Maybe even swapped at birth with their real son; there were evil fairies that did that - someone told him that once.
Beneath The Surface: The Sixth Son (HP)
Tagging: @bohemian-nights, @pebblume, @emilykaldwen, @aifsaath, and whoever else wants to join in.
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sailorstarr-chan4 · 4 days
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from his world of unending night
Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Tom Riddle/Ginny Weasley (kinda) Rated: T Genre: Angst, with a dash of Hurt/Comfort Words: 3,207 Posted: ff.net and AO3 Dedicated to: @risingfire17-the-weeb-trash ❤
Sharing this here because, honestly? I'm genuinely proud of this fic. I tried my best to unpack Ginny's trauma and give her hope in the end. And I wanted to do justice to the fic I promised my bestie almost a year ago lol ^^"
TW: grooming, emotional/psychological abuse & manipulation, etc
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Even in the magical world, hearing voices isn’t a good sign. 
Her brother, Ron, once said those words to Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Lived had been hearing the Basilisk in the walls of Hogwarts, thanks to his ability to speak Parseltongue. 
But Ginny Weasley had been speaking with a disembodied voice long before Harry Potter first heard the whispers of death. 
Writing to Tom for all those months felt as natural as breathing. He was the bowl and she the faucet, pouring her thoughts and emotions like water gushing out of pipes. Except his bowl never seemed to overflow. There was no limit, no boundary expressed; Tom welcomed her juvenile worries with open arms. He encouraged her, conditioned her, seduced her. 
It only made sense that Ginny very quickly lost herself in his dark embrace. 
~~~
I suppose it’s time to write in this old thing. Hello, diary. My name is Ginny Weasley and I turned eleven years old today. 
Hello, Ginny Weasley. My name is Tom Riddle. How did you come upon my diary? 
Ginny blinks, surprised. For a split second, she considers slamming the book shut and running to her father. But then, the thought evaporates and she grins happily. A talking diary! She grew up with magic and is not unaccustomed to these sorts of things, but this diary feels... special. Like an old friend she is reacquainting herself with. Ginny dips her quill into her inkwell, eager to reply to her new friend. 
Last week, I went shopping in Diagon Alley with my parents. I guess they found you in Flourish & Blotts and decided I could use a diary. Is it all right that I write here, even though it’s yours? 
What’s mine is yours, Ginny. And what’s yours is mine. I welcome you to my humble abode. 
~~~
In the aftermath of the Chamber of Secrets, at the Hospital Wing, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley wept and embraced their daughter. Mr. Weasley did not say another word about her foolish trust in Tom Riddle’s diary, but the words still hung over their heads: “Never trust something that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain!” 
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Ginny sobbed into her mother’s bosom. She wasn’t sure why she kept repeating those words, but it became a mantra. A desperate cry for salvation. 
“You have nothing to apologize for,” Arthur said softly, stroking his daughter’s hair. “Dumbledore was right: there are plenty of other wizards and witches who have been bewitched by You-Know-Who.” 
Molly cleared her throat sharply, throwing her husband a stern look. She snuggled her baby girl closer. “We’re just so glad you’re alright,” she whispered, pressing kisses on Ginny’s forehead. 
Ginny cried and cried, unable to express in words her sorrow, how her chest ached with an emptiness now that Tom Riddle’s diary was destroyed. 
How, even now, despite everything, she desperately wanted to write to Tom. To spill out her grievances, to shatter like glass on stone. 
That bastard that took over her heart and soul was still the first person she wanted in her hour of need. 
~~~
No one ever understood me like you do, Tom. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I feel so lonely when I’m not writing to you. 
We are very much alike. We are surrounded yet alone. I would still be trapped without a voice if it wasn’t for you, Ginny. I need you to stay loyal to me.  
~~~
Ginny Weasley never knew a time when her brothers were not attending Hogwarts. She was a baby when Bill started his first year, and by the time she was six, her three eldest brothers were away at school most of the year. 
When Bill turned seventeen, the first “of age” spell he cast turned parchment into butterflies, and they danced around seven-year-old Ginny’s head, who squealed and tried to catch them. 
Smiling indulgently, Bill flicked his wand and allowed one parchment butterfly to land on her nose. It tickled and made her cross-eyed trying to gaze upon its lovely form. Ginny wrinkled her nose and shook her head, giggling, and the inky butterfly seemed to kiss the bridge of her nose before taking off. 
It left a mark of ink on the tip of her nose. 
Pitch-black liquid, dripping off the edge of her freckled nose, until her mother noticed and wiped it clean with her apron. 
~~~
The evening of the Sorting leaves Ginny with frayed nerves, like any First Year. But her worries vanish as she pulls out Tom’s diary once she climbs into her bed, an eerie calm settling over her as she describes Hogwarts and the Sorting to her invisible friend. 
I hope I can make friends here. 
You’ll always have me, Ginny. 
Ginny grins and rubs her nose bashfully. The ink smudge leaves a mark on her pillow the next morning.
~~~
Strange that she could remember that day with Bill so well, particularly when she received her wand at Ollivander’s. She had taken hold of the yew wood and vividly recalled the smell of ink and parchment, of Bill’s laughter in the background, of the blackness of the last bit of drying ink dripping gently off the butterfly’s wings. 
She waved her wand and sent vibrant yellow leaves falling out of thin air. 
She was the only one who noticed that they looked more like pieces of parchment. Parchment with smudges of black ink. 
She later wondered how no one could recognize an omen when they saw one. 
It was only when she made it home, laden with books and supplies, just like her brothers always did, that Ginny noticed the plain black diary resting in her cauldron. 
~~~
Tom, I don’t think I’ll fit in here. My brothers all did amazing things at Hogwarts, even Ron! And he’s best friends with Harry Potter! I feel awkward and gangly and small. It feels like no one even notices me. 
That’s impossible, Ginny. You brought my memory to life. That is a remarkable feat that a great many witches and wizards could never accomplish. How can anyone not notice you? 
~~~
The fact that her diary wrote back to her did not alarm Ginny as much as she thought it would. She knew it wasn’t like other ordinary “talking objects” (mirrors that compliment or criticize your appearance, notebooks that remind you to keep studying, etc). Tom was more sentient, more real, than those magical tools. Tom was her friend. 
Perhaps her lack of fear was the first sign that Tom Riddle had begun to thread tendrils of his essence into her mind. 
And by the time she realized, he had already made himself at home. 
An ink stain she could not scrub away. 
~~~
I think I’m in love, Tom. Harry Potter makes my heart skip a beat and I cannot speak in front of him. It’s exciting, but it’s also frustrating. I want his attention. No, better yet, I want his love! Help me, Tom!
Sweet Ginny, why do you need him when you have me? Now, tell me: who is this Harry Potter?
~~~
Tom’s dismissal of her crush on Harry Potter did not hurt so much as confuse Ginny. On one hand, he did not seem to like that she crushed on The-Boy-Who-Lived. On the other hand, he was intrigued, disturbingly so, with his story. 
Tom began encouraging her to “win over” Harry’s heart. He even patiently read her silly Valentine, which Ginny knew was rather silly, but she still felt proud of herself. It was the first time she ever put to words her feelings that weren't in Tom’s diary. 
But things began to change after Valentine’s Day… 
~~~
If only I could see you, Ginny. If words could be seen, I imagine you’re as beautiful as you sound. 
Ginny drops her quill. Her face flushes, and she squirms in her pajamas, suddenly feeling rather hot. 
Her lips are dry as she writes back a flustered reply. Tom soothes her, a balm on her nerves, and Ginny wonders how she ever envisioned herself in love with Harry Potter when her body feels as taut as a violin string. 
Later, when she splashes cold water on her face in the girls’ abandoned bathroom, she stares deeply into her reflection, her mind racing. Is she in love with Tom? Her own beloved talking diary? What does that say about her? Will Tom accept her feelings? If only he was real— 
She does not notice the flash of red in her reflected pupils before the world goes dark. 
~~~
The summer after That Terrible Year, Ginny spent her days locked up in her room. With no diary to keep, she was a wound up coil, aching for release, but too terrified to write anything. 
Her dreams recounted her conversations with Tom Riddle, back then so exciting and beautiful and romantic. 
Now they were tainted, oozing with slime and mucus, a nasty sinking pit in her stomach whenever she awoke with Tom’s smooth words in her mind. 
~~~
Ginny, you are so much smarter than other girls your age. I admire you. No…. I think it’s deeper than that — oh, but I cannot say. You’re still so young. 
Tom, you can’t tease a girl like that! Tell me! Tell ME!
Oh but, Ginny, don’t you see? Teasing you brings me joy. You do want to keep your friends happy, don’t you? 
Of course, I do! But…. Do you love me, Tom? 
Ginny pauses in her writing. Her heart is pounding. She is almost tempted to follow up with a “just kidding, haha!” but curiosity grips her mind. She needs to know. 
A drop of ink appears on the page. It’s as if Tom is poised with his quill, debating on how to answer. 
Another drop. Another. He is holding her in suspense, but Ginny does not mind. Her mouth is dry, her heart in her throat. She all but forgets Harry Potter’s name. There is only Tom Tom Tom Tom… 
Tom? 
Ginny…. you know the answer. 
~~~
It was funny that looking back, Tom never outright said he loved her. 
He complimented her. He praised her, cajoled, tempted, teased, and tormented. 
But the word “love” was never written on his end. Not even in mockery or quotation. Not even after Ginny confessed her feelings. 
~~~
I think I’m in love, Tom. For real, this  time. I’m In love with…. you. 
Of course you are, Ginny. You should be. Who else can I depend on? 
~~~
Eleven years old was no age to play at being in love. Fantasize, giggle, wonder, dream, yes, but never enact. 
Ginny Weasley faced the years following the Tom Riddle ordeal with a growing pain in her heart. 
It was not remorse. 
It was disgust. 
Ginny Weasley turned twelve years old when it hit her that exactly one year ago, she wrote her first entry into Tom Riddle’s diary. While her family prepared her birthday dinner, she snuck into the loo, and retched for twenty minutes, her throat closing up, tears streaming down her face. 
Nothing came up. Not even after she managed to consume her food and birthday cake. 
A cruel irony. Even in death, Tom could not give her release. 
~~~
Tom, Tom, you love me, right? You promise you’ll love me no matter what, right? 
Why do you ask such a silly question, Ginny? 
Because I think I’m the one attacking students! Oh, Tom, what have I done?! 
Oh. My precious Ginny. Sweet, silly Ginny. You did nothing wrong. 
But Tom, I — 
You only need to heed my words. Do not pay attention to those fools at the castle. Here, in my diary, I tell you what’s right. I tell you what’s wrong. You, my dear, did nothing wrong to those Mudblood scum. 
No. No. No. 
Ginny gasps and drops her quill, clutching her pounding head. 
She was a Weasley. Weasleys do not hate Muggles! Her father adores them! Her father taught her brothers and her to respect and appreciate the methods of Muggles living life without magic, and always said that Muggleborns were no different than Purebloods. 
But Tom says…. Tom says— He— 
Ginny barely makes it to the loo when she vomits. And then her world goes black. 
She awakes with blood-covered feathers all over her robes and screams and screams, until Moaning Myrtle joins her wailing, their cries reverberating off the walls in an echo chamber that no one would heed. 
~~~
It had been barely three months after the end of her terrible First Year when Ginny Weasley faced an almost worse dilemma on her way back to Hogwarts. 
The Dementors. 
Those vile creatures made her relive her possessed moments, this time with crystal clear details. What once had been strange, corrupted images in her mind’s eye was now playing out for her in real time. 
Walking to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom in a haze, speaking Parseltongue with Tom’s voice, opening up the Chamber of Secrets. 
The first bloody message she wrote on Hogwarts walls: “The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the Heir, beware.” 
Brutally murdering Hagrid’s roosters. 
Destroying Harry’s dorm to find the Diary. 
Directing the Basilisk to each victim, her finger pointing to Mrs. Norris, Colin Creevey, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Hermione Granger and Penelope Clearwater…. 
And Tom whispering, always whispering, in her mind… 
When Professor Lupin drove away the Dementor from their train compartment, Ginny awoke from her vision with a start. Despite seeing Harry writhing on the floor, unconscious and in pain, she could only focus on herself, shaken to her core. Did she really do all that? She already knew, of course, but she never realized how…. horrible it all was… 
She began to cry and could not stop until they reached Hogsmeade Station. Hermione’s hug could not drive away the demons. 
~~~
When Tom emerges from the Diary, Ginny almost forgets her hate. Barely too weak to stand upright, she stares at the young man who is her ruin. 
He was just so… handsome. So bloody, bloody gorgeous! 
She swallows hard, her breath quickening as he saunters over, smirking at her weakened state. Ginny suddenly hates her appearance, gross and unkempt, her fingers covered in rooster blood from the last message left to Hogwarts. 
“Here you are, at last! My dear, little Ginny. Such a good girl. You obeyed me perfectly. I am so proud.” He smiles down at her, perfect white teeth glinting in the green light. 
Ginny closes her eyes with a whimper. Even his voice is beautiful! Silky, smooth, deep, and sure. She hates herself for blushing. 
“Tom… why? Why did you make me–?” 
Suddenly, he’s directly in front of her, his hand a vice-like grip around her throat, his beautiful dark eyes turning blood-red. He isn’t mad, but calculating in his violent amusement. Ginny’s vision blurs, her knees hitting the wet stone beneath her. 
“I did nothing, my dear. It was your fault for listening to me. You should have known better, but alas. What else can you expect from a silly, lovesick girl?” 
As Ginny falls into darkness, she distantly realizes it was the first time he ever said the word “love.” 
~~~
When Ginny Weasley awoke in the Chamber of Secrets, with a bleeding Harry Potter holding the destroyed remnants of Tom Riddle’s Diary, she made a vow to herself. A vow she could not at the time convey in words even if she tried, but a vow nonetheless. 
The following school year she began talking more. Just talking. She still could not bring herself to speak in front of Harry (the shame had not quite disappeared), but she laughed more with Fred and George, she rolled her eyes at Ron, she wrinkled her nose at Percy’s pompousness. 
And she found herself inching closer to Hermione’s companionship. She wondered if perhaps she had a sister, a bossy knowledgeable sister like Hermione, if she would have revealed the horror of Tom Riddle much sooner. 
Even as she grew closer to her family and friends, she still never discussed her year under Tom Riddle’s control. No one pried and she did not reveal. 
Until nearly three years later, when Harry Potter believed himself to be under Voldemort’s control. 
Ginny snapped that he was forgetting to consult with the one person in their acquaintance who actually had been under Voldemort’s possession. She spoke of darkness, missing chunks of memory, blank spots in unexpected moments.
And suddenly, a lightness fills her. 
~~~
While Harry Potter battles with Voldemort’s Basilisk, Ginny Weasley is drowning. 
Except she is not in a pool of water, but slimy, ebony ink. It clings to her skin, it dyes her hair, it fills her nose, her mouth, her throat…. 
But she does not die. Only lingers in this unending blackness. 
She weeps black tears and cries for Tom to release her, Tom please forgive her, Tom loves her and needs to save her…. 
But Tom Riddle only laughs mirthlessly. His handsome face and gorgeous, unfeeling eyes haunting her mind as she sinks deeper into the abyss… 
~~~
The night after she confessed about her possession to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, Ginny dreamed of Tom. Only it wasn’t nightmare fuel that terrorized her nights for so long. 
Tom Riddle was closer to her own age now. Instead of the handsome, out-of-reach older boy, he seemed more her peer than ever before. 
“Ginny, why couldn’t you stay with me? Why did you leave me?” he pleaded, his beautiful dark eyes aching with grief. 
And that’s how Ginny knew this was only a dream. 
“Things would never have worked out between us, darling,” she whispered to this fake Tom, to the Tom of her childish whimsies. “You are not this way. You never were.” 
Tom smirked slightly and he began to resemble the real Tom Riddle, only still a little too soft, a little too fragile. “I suppose you’re right. You really are very smart for your age.” 
“I’m not the little girl you once knew,” Ginny murmured. 
“Perhaps not. But you’ve grown wiser. Because of me.” 
Ginny clenched her fists so hard she could almost feel it in real life. Because of Tom? No, she had grown up in spite of Tom. She could have easily succumbed to the trauma and lost herself. She hid her pain and suffering and endured nightmares, Dementors, humiliation, and the terrible burden of committing heinous acts against her free will. 
No, she did not grow wiser or stronger or anything because of Tom. In fact, she barely believed she was any stronger or wiser now. 
But she did not have to endure Tom Riddle anymore. 
Ginny looked into Dream Tom’s deceiving loving eyes and took a deep breath: “I gave you my mind blindly, but no more. You have no power over me.” 
Tom snarled and his eyes flared red and he lunged at Ginny, but this was only a dream, and sure enough, his body vanished into green smoke, and Ginny was free-falling in darkness, except there was a light below her feet and— 
“Ginny? Ginny!” 
She awoke with a start. Hermione Granger hovered over her, her eyebrows contracted in concern. 
“Are you alright?” 
Ginny nodded slowly, then looked to her left towards the window. She smiled softly. 
“I am. It’s daylight.” 
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darkestroyal · 2 years
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1 September 1971
"Any girls that you find cute, Sev?" Lucuis says hanging out in the common room with Severus it was his first year and day at Hogwarts. The boy seemed to have no friends. But Lucuis saw the boy and took him under his wing. "There is this girl Lily Evans." Severus said "Lily Evans? What's her blood status?" Lucuis asked, now interested about the girl. "She's a muggle-born witch." Severus says in a low voice. "Ha, a muggle-born! Sev, how about a halfblood witch or maybe even a pureblood! Not some filthy mudblood!" Lucuis laughed. Severus shook his head, knowing Lily was greater than Lucuis understood her to be.
_____ September ,1973
"How's Evans?" Lucuis asked now in his 7th year "Fine." Severus replied now in his 3rd year. "Heard Potter hopelessly in love with her." Lucius said. Severus's grip on his quill tighten at the mention of James. He loved Lily, but James did love her aswell, it was and will always be a competition between them for Lily.
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“LEAVE HIM ALONE!” Lily shouted…
“Ah, Evans, don't make me hex you,” said James…
“Take the curse off him, then!”
James… …turned to Snape and muttered the counter-curse.
“There you go,” he said… “You're lucky Evans was here, Snivellus - “
“I don't need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!”
Severus later came to learn that he would regret those words, especially since came out of his mouth, and were directed towards Lily, the girl he loved.
31st October, 1981
Severus knocked on the door to Malfoy Manor, quickly. Lucuis opened the door "Severus what's-"
"He killed Lily! She's gone Lucius!" Severus cried. Lucuis lead Severus to the coach "Ssh, it's okay Sev."
"It's not! Lily was the woman I loved! It's my fault!" Lucuis held Severus close to him "It's not you fault, Sev. "
Lucuis held his friend close as he cried. He looked over to see Narcissa holding baby Draco in her arms, she looked like she was about to cry as well. She knew how much Severus cared for Lily, and hated to see him upset, over the person he truly loved. "I-I just want to see her again."
31 August, 1982
Severus, Narcissa and Lucuis followed Draco who was now 2, walking around looking at the birds and flowers. While the adults weren't looking Draco grabbed some flowers,Severus always seemed to favor those flowers. Draco waddled over to Severus, after grabbing Severus leg he looked down at Draco. " 'ere for you!" Draco said Severus smiled once he saw what the flowers were, lilies. "Thank you Draco." Severus said hugging the boy
2 May, 1998
Severus opened his eyes, he knew he was dead. He looked around before he felt some run up behind he and hug him tightly like they haven't seen him in a decade. He turned around.
"Lily?"
"Hello Sev, thank you, even though you didn't show it. Thank you for protecting Harry." Lily spoke "Your welcome." Severus looked behind Lily. James, Remus, and Sirius stood there. Severus nor James would ever tell but James mouthed a thank you to Severus.
2 June, 1998
Lucuis dressed in all black walked up to the grave of his friend. He sat down in the grass facing the grave. "H-Hey Sev, sorry it took so long to get here been in hiding for the last month. How is it in heaven? Peaceful, I bet." Lucuis spoke trying his hardest not to cry. "Draco came to plant flowers the other day. Lilies, your favorite."
"Say hi, to Lily for me. Rest easy, Sev." Lucuis was definitely crying now. He felt Narcissa's hand on his shoulder before she kneeled down and hugged him. "I miss him, Cissy." Lucuis spoke softly "He got his wish to see Lily again, he's happy now." Lucuis said. Narcissa heart broke knowing that her husband treated Severus like his own brother, sometimes like a son.
(No date)
Lucuis died, his time was over. After he woke in the after life he wander. He felt a pair of arms around him "Did you miss me, Lucuis?" A monotone voice said "Yes, a lot." Lucuis said turning around to face Severus "I saw you cry at my grave. Not going to lie, I laughed afterwards." Severus said. Lucuis acted offended "Ofcourse you did." Lucuis said. "I think Narcissa was over there with Lily." Severus said as they walked around. It took awhile after the war but the two friends were together again, no more death, or dark lord to worry about. Finally, at peace.
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It hate writing the dates the way British people write it. I cried while writing Lucius at Severus's grave. I'm 100% doing at Maraduer one.
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Trans Lily Luna Potter
Lily was in her room. It had been an hour since she said she was going to tell her mum and dad about how she felt. She already told James and Albus and they told her they would have her back.
“You know. I always wanted a sister.” James said.
“I knew you were a girl anyway.” Albus told her. Lily smiled at her brothers comments. She had told them her secret. Now she had to tell her parents. She was 8 years old now. In just three years her Hogwarts letter would be showing up. She was worried it would have her birth name on it. With that she was worried she would have to go to the boys dorm which would be 7 miserable years for her. She had to tell them it was now or never.
“Don't worry, sis.” Albus said. “We'll back you up if you need us.”
“I don't think you will though. I have a feeling mum and dad will support you.” James also said. Lily nodded her head.
“Okay, I'm ready.” She went downstairs. Her father was waving his wand working on some spells whole her mum was using a laptop. Unlike her father her mum found muggle objects fascinating. Her Grandfather Arthur was even more amazed by them. She went down the stairs and into the room her parents were. They both noticed her and Ginny spoke first.
“Is there something you need, Remus?” Lily flinched a bit at the sound of her real name. She knew she was named after a Hogwarts professor who was friends with her father and best friends with her grandfather James Potter. Her middle name Neville was after a good friend of her father's from school who now worked at Hogwarts.
“Umm. There's something I need to tell you. Both of you. It's very important.” Harry and Ginny looked at each other before looking back at “Remus”.
“Sure, kiddo.” Harry said. “What's the problem?”
“Alright.” She sat down by her parents looking like she was ready to puke.
“Are you okay?” Ginny asked.
“I'm just nervous about what I need to tell you.” Lily gulped.
“You can tell us anything, kiddo.” Harry said.
“Well....I don't want my name to be Remus anymore.” The air was so silent that they would hear the wind outside. Harry and Ginny could also hear their other two son's breathing by the stairs but ignored it.
“You.. you want to change your name?” Harry questioned. “What do you mean? You don't like your name? We choose it for a reason.”
“I know. I know you named me after one of the heroes who fought with you. But.... it just doesn't fit. I want something more... feminine.” Harry and Ginny looked at each other. They were sure they knew what was coming next.
“Do you feel like you're really a girl?” Ginny asked. Lily was quiet a moment before nodding slightly.
“I don't wanna grow up to be like James and Albus when they do. I wanna be a mom. I want to go to school as a girl. I'm so worried the letter will have my name on it and I'll have to go there as a boy. I just can't do that. I can't imagine myself growing a beard.” Lily started crying here. Ginny took her in and hugged her. Harry put one hand on Lily's hand and another on her head.
“It's okay. Kiddo.” Harry said. “We don't let that happen. If you really feel like a girl inside than your mom and I will help you.”
“That's right. We will.” Ginny said.
“I already told James and Albus. They said they will help me.”
“Good. Tell you what. You're mom and I will floo up to the school and talk to the Headmistress about this.. I'm sure we can get it all sorted out.”
“Do you have a name you would prefer.” Ginny asked.
“Well. I was thinking since I was named after a hero of yours and a friend I could still do that.” Lily asked.
“How about Lily Luna?” Harry asked. Ginny smiled. This is the same they would have chosen if they had a daughter.
“I like that. Lily Luna. I'm Lily Luna Potter.” Lily said proudly.
“Our little Lily.” Ginny kissed her daughter.
“You'll be with me until the end?” Lily asked.
“Always.” Ginny said.
So Harry and Ginny went to Hogwarts to talk to Professor McGonagall.
“I assure you that Lily will be able to come to Hogwarts as herself. While rare we have had some students like in before. When it is time her letter will have her preferred name on it and there should be no problem with the staircase.”
“What about bullies?” Ginny asked.
“Anyone student who bullies Lily will receive a warning at first. A detention will be given and so on if the behavior continues. Teachers will also be required to use her preferred name and pronouns. She will also get to wear the girls uniform.”
“There's also the issue of her body. It can be changed with potions can it?” Harry asked.”
“Yes. But it is a long and hard process. She can take a potion that will stop puberty as soon as she starts her first year. She will probably have to wait a few years to take anything else. While she'll be disappointed being behind the other girls it's a rule by most healers that no one can take permanent body changing potions until about age 14. We'll see where things go from there.” Harry and Ginny nodded. After their meeting with the Headmistress they told Lily the news.
“So I can be a girl at school?” Lily shrieked. Her smile was big.
“Yes you can.” Ginny told Lily. “You don't have to worry about the letter, staircase, or bullies. You can also start taking potions that will stop your puberty too.” Lily hugged both her parents.
“I promise I'll be the best daughter I can be.”
“You already are, Lily. You already are.” Harry said.
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Sophie Foster Aesthetic for Thinking about how screwed up Everblaze was.
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I know I'm made of clay that's worn Blighted by imperfect form But I will trust the artist molding me In a room that's growing dim Illuminated from within The pull of tension's empathy
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I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear: My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.
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Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike.
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The crowd, they gather on the street And they want blood I'm not a hero but the fight is like a drug You've only got ten more paces to live Enjoy your last moments, they're my gift to give
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She felt that she could so much more depend upon the sincerity of those who sometimes looked or said a careless or a hasty thing, than of those whose presence of mind never varied, whose tongue never slipped.
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“I love mankind, he said, "but I find to my amazement that the more I love mankind as a whole, the less I love man in particular.”
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“Much of my life had been devoted to trying not to cry in front of people who loved me, so I knew what Augustus was doing. You clench your teeth. You look up. You tell yourself that if they see you cry, it will hurt them, and you will be nothing but a Sadness in their lives, and you must not become a mere sadness, so you will not cry, and you say all of this to yourself while looking up at the ceiling, and then you swallow even though your throat does not want to close and you look at the person who loves you and smile.”
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“Disobedience is the true foundation of liberty. The obedient must be slaves.”
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creature, by Half Alive // Ozymandias, by Percy Bysshe Shelley // Harry Potter and The Order Of The Phoenix, by J. K. Rowling // Not Afraid To Die, by Written By Wolves // Persuasion, by Jane Austen // The Brothers Karamazov, by Fyodor Dostoevsky // The Fault In Our Stars, by John Green // Henry David Thoreau //
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