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bonniesfamiliar · 2 months

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DIMENSION TRAVEL STORY IDEA: Summary: Harriet "Harry" James Potter has travelled to an alternate dimension during a spell gone wrong (Kreacher's actually responsible cuz he cares about Harry since she's the Lady of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black) Harriet knows it's an alternate dimension cuz she finds a newspaper stand and lo and behold, who's on the front cover? Tom. Fucking. Riddle. But not the ugly Voldemort Tom Riddle she killed. No this is young Tom Riddle who grew up FINE AS HELL.

And he's on the front page cuz he's The Minister of Magic and guess what he's talking about.

Dumbledore.

He's talking about Dumbledore.

And not manipulative gramps Dumbledore whose beard is longer than my hair.

No.

We're talking about this one

You know why he's talking about this Dumbledore?

Because Albus. Percival. Fucking. Dumbledore decided to become the epitome of "Be Gay, Do Crime," with Gellert Grindelwald, his husband.

DUMBLEDORE IS A DARK LORD WITH HIS HUBBY

So Harriet is obviously freaking out and does the right thing.

She goes to a pub and drinks her sorrows away in Scottish Whiskey, (Thank you, Minny)

But Harry never makes reasonable decisions so when she finds a quill and paper, guess what she does.

She writes to Misinter Riddle.

But the drama doesn't end there.

Whenever Harriet does anything, whether she writes or talks about Tom Riddle, she doesn't speak in English.

She talks in Pareseltongue.

(Cuz she and tom are the only Parselmouths. I think.)

So Parseltongue.

Harriet writes in parseltongue to the Minister of Fucking Magic on his wrongdoings in her universe.

The letter literally looks like this:

ssss ssss sssssssss ss ssssss s sss ssssssss ssssss sss sss ss ssss ssssssss ssssssss ssss ssssss sssssss ss ss sssssssss and that transcribes to

"Dear Lord Voldemort, or should I say Minister Riddle, you are an ugly noseless hairless evil snakey bastard in my dimension,"

and cuz she's spiteful, she signs it off with "You-Know-Who"

But the thing is Harriet never mentioned her name or who her parents were.

So when Minister Riddle receives this letter, he freaks out and then does everything he can to find this person.

Not to kill them.

But to woo them.

This kind, thoughtful person has travelled from another dimension just to stop him from becoming evil.

AND THEY'RE A PARSELMOUTH.'

THEY'RE OBVIOUSLY HIS SNAKE MATE. (cuz he killed all of the Gaunts and Riddles so they're not family)

You can bet ur ass he was squealing to Nagini at the thought of having another Parselmouth in the world with him.

He's obsessed.

(He's not tom riddle if he doesn't have possessive issues and his jealousy issues are just as bad.🤭🤭🤭🥰🥰🥰😩😩😩)

Like it's not a want.

It's a need.

He needs the writer of this letter to be with him forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and-

You probably get the idea.

Anyway, 1 year goes by.

Tom Riddle: I MUST FIND THIS PERSON AND MAKE THEM MINE

Harriet Potter: *forgets about even writing the letter*

Tom is growing more obsessed as the days go by and then he meets a woman at a charity ball held for idk an organisation for potieneers? Potion Masters?

She's chatting up with Lord and Lady Dagworth-Granger cuz she's been working with them cuz they remind her of Hermione and she needed a job.

Anyway, he approaches the couple in hopes of talking to them and Harriet sees Minister Riddle approaching and quickly moves away to head to the drinks table.

And then lets out a breath of relief when she realises he wasn't heading for her.

She schmoozes for a few more minutes before calling it quits and heading out for fresh air.

The party is at the Dagworth-Granger's manor so she goes out to the gardens.

And hears a cry for help.

Her Gryffindor instincts push her to run towards the sound of danger.

But her Slytherin side made her hide behind the wall from where the cry of help had come from.

It was a witch being harassed by two wizards.

One of the wizards was holding her wand, taunting her.

While the other had begun to take off her outfit.

Before it could go any further, she brought the men's attention to her and with a flick of her wrist, Harriet had the men on their knees.

She then walked over to the one holding the witch's wand and grabbed it out of his hand, accidentally snapping his wrist in the process.

She gave the witch her wand back and accepted the shaky hug she received.

Harriet waited until the witch was out of sight before she turned to the men and smiled, watching as their faces fell into horror as they saw the fangs in her mouth.

(I'm in love with the prompt by a post on tumblr where Basilisk!Harry is hugging Kneazle!Hermione and Dragon!Ron also wants his cuddles. I can't find the person who made it but I've lived by the idea that these would be their animagus forms if they ever performed the spell like James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew had done to become illegal animagi for Remus Lupin)

Harriet rips into their throats, feeds on them and then turns their bodies into ash with the fiendryfire spell.

She grabbed a mirror from her purse to erase the blood from her face and clothes and began to walk away lest anyone come looking for the wizards.

But, Harriet suddenly slammed into what felt like a wall.

A very warm wall.

Regaining her bearings, Harriet looked up to notice that the "wall" was MINISTER RIDDLE.

AND HE WAS HOLDING HER ARMS.

"Minister Riddle, what are you doing here?" She said pasting a smile on her face.

Shift of POV:

Minister Riddle internally sighed at being stuck in another ball instead of being at home, analysing the letter once again.

He was certain it was a woman who sent it as there was a red lipstick kiss on the paper after it was signed sss-ssss-sss (You-Know-Who)

His thoughts are cut off when Lady Dagworth-Granger asks her husband where Harriet is.

Who is Harriet? he muses but when Lord Dagworth-Granger offers to look in the gardens, Tom leaps at the chance to run away from the party.

He goes into the gardens aimlessly walking around for a few minutes, lost in his thoughts of his mysterious parselmouth when a witch comes out of nowhere and collides with him.

He uprighted her by placing his hands on her arms and looked on curiously as she seemed to freeze in place when she looked up to see that it was he she bumped into.

Tom Riddle is the one to freeze when she speaks.

"Minister Riddle, what are you doing here?" She says an innocent smile on her face as if she had no idea his whole world had just flipped on its axis.

Parseltongue.

She's speaking in parseltongue.

She's his parselmouth.

The one from another dimension.

But he had to clarify so he replies honestly for the first time in his life, in parseltongue, "I've been looking for you,"

"Searching for me? Whatever for?"

A boyish smile widens on his face before he forces it into a polite smile.

"The Lord and Lady Dagworth-Granger have been searching for you, Miss Harriet I believe you are?" He reverts to English to test if she notices the change but she doesn't.

She just replies in English, "Ah, I see. I disappeared for too long with my break from the stuffiness of the ball and yes, I am Harriet."

Harriet, he muses in his mind, no last name to give for me.

She extends her gloved hand for him to shake but Tom riddle reaches for both of her hands and turns them over to kiss them gently and forces himself not to give into the urge of nuzzling into her hands (well not yet at least) and without letting them go, he straightens to his full height to tower over her (giving him a thrill at knowing she was shorter, meaning he could easily pick her up and carry her, be it over his shoulders or bridal style) and replies, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Harriet. No last name?"

(Harriet has been wearing gloves cuz of the 'I must not tell lies' scars that cover her hands.)

Harriet smiles teasingly towards him and his cold heart thaws ever so, "I couldn't decide on a last name and I've decided I like the mysterious aura it gives me,"

Or maybe she couldn't risk using her real last name because she was from a different dimension, Tom muses in his mind, Nevertheless, Harriet Riddle has a lovely ring to it.

Harriet Potter: *staring confused at Tom Riddle as he smiles down at her

Tom Riddle: *Winter would be a lovely time to get married, wouldn't it?

I'm stopping here cuz it's a summary, not a story. Yes, I'm Evil.

Tell me if you like it tho.

I was this close *makes an inch between her fingers* to making this a Soulmate AU story.

Think of the angst that Harriet would go through all her life knowing that her soulmate's words to her are: I've been looking for you

And it's an alternate hotter version of Tom Riddle, AKA THE BAD GUY WHO MURDERED HER PARENTS

And think of how Harriet's words had motivated Tom his entire life to do his best to work hard (and cheat death) to live long enough for his soulmate to see him one day at a place be it a library or a gala or a hallway and ask him: Minister Riddle, what are you doing here?

Huh.

Maybe I should make them soulmates.

I need a timeline. fuck.

Um.

Riddle was educated at Hogwarts from 1938 to 1945, and was sorted into Slytherin House, a nod to his ancestor Salazar Slytherin.

Making Tom 34 cuz 1927 is the year Tom was born in if he went to Hogwarts in 1938 which would make him 11 in 1938 and 38-11 is 27 so 1927 is when he was born.

61-27=34 so Harriet is in 1961 but cuz of the time skip tom is 35 years old in 1962

Harriet was born in 1980

The Second War technically began on 24 June, 1995, though was not officially announced by the Ministry until nearly a year later on 17 June, 1996, and ended on 2 May, 1998, at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, after the death of the Dark Lord.

Which made Harriet 18 in 1998, 24 in 2004, 24 in 1961 and 25 in 1962

but she deserves peace so the year Kreacher sent her back was 2004 which would make her 24 cuz he's horrified that she hasn't attempted to romance anyone since Cedric Diggory.

Tbh, if he was my bf I would never love again.

But then hubby "I would burn the world down for you and rebuild a new one from its ashes" tom riddle is here and I'm like Cedric who?

But none of them compare to (long list of titles, I'll research later.) Harriet James Potter.

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emeritusemeritus · 5 months

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Vulnera Sanentur [Weasley Twins x Reader]

Part 11

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

Title: Vulnera Sanentur

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley {established relationship} mentions of Snape x Reader.

Timeline: DH1&2- Initially set during the battle of the seven potters. Canon and certain plot points have been altered for the needs of the story.

Summary: The battle of the seven Potters throws your world into chaos when one of your boyfriend’s is cursed. As Snape’s ex-potions assistant and previous protégée, you recognise the inflicted curse immediately and demand answers from your mentor.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of war and Voldy, descriptions of injury and blood, descriptive smut, p in v sex, shower sex, tension. Outside sex. Semi public sex. None sexual nudity. Crying. Snape has a soft spot for reader. Arguments. Probably some cursing. Mentions of nightmares. Reader is part of the Order of the Phoenix. Mentions of death (Dumbledore). Mentions of Tonks’ pregnancy. On it got a angsty. So much angst I can’t tag it all. Not spellchecked nor beta read, we die like Madeye.

Only a few more chapters left to go now. This one hurt my Severus loving heart🖤

It's cold and dark in your mind but your body feels like it's on fire, trapped in an inferno that won't end. You'd scream if you could but you're trapped, rendered silent and frozen as your insides blaze without reprieve. Your suffering continues though you fight through it, ploughing on even with a pain-clouded mind and blurry vision as the blood continues to pour from your body.

You try and focus your eyes upon your opponent, forcing yourself to look harder and be stronger, using what little power you have left to continue to fight.

Nagini is hissing wildly, her huge, thick body roiling on the floor as if she's under the cruciatus curse, pain consuming her. There's a sound emitting from her that sounds ungodly, a mixture between a hiss and a scream that makes you feel as if your own throat is burning through the awful sound. Her body vibrates, continuing to convulse on the floor and you take a moment to back away, stumbling backwards as you slide across the floor, not realising until that moment that you'd fallen to your knees. The sharp rubble slices at your hands but you don't feel it, your mind screaming at you knowing you needed to get a safe distance away.

You fix your wand upon the multiple, horrifying gashes in Nagini's body, leaking both blood and black liquid which had mixed together to form the most grotesque sight you could fathom. The skin around her wounds was quickly turning black and your consciousness was fading in and out though you fought to pull every ounce of strength from yourself to focus. Taking steadying breaths, you think of Severus, the dear friend you had lost, feeling more than ever that you needed him right now.

"Vulnera Sanentur, Vulnera Sanentur, Vulnera Sanentur."

You drag your wand across her skin, watching at the lines on her body heal but not completely. It draws the black liquid out of her slowly, like pulling an invisible thread out and you watch in relief as the wounds begin to lose their black hue.

You were weak, much weaker than you hoped to be and you knew with little consolation that you might not be able to get out of this, your own blood still dripping onto the floor by your feet. Your eyes were closing on their own accord, exhaustion overcoming you no matter how hard you fought.

You dragged your wand over your own skin now, trying desperately to stop the blood flow, seeing the black venom infecting the deep gashes on your arm. The incantation was weak but you managed to draw the black venom out of your arm, just. The wounds were far from closed but the blood flow had slowed and that was all you could do.

It hadn't worked. Nagini was still a snake, not the woman you'd had seen in your mind; nothing you had done had worked. You forced yourself in your last moments to think of your boyfriends, their infectious laughter and gorgeous smiles. A loop of memories played in your mind, a montage of favourite moments together throughout the years. The first time you met, the first kisses, the last kisses and everything in between. They had each other, you reasoned, feeling a slither of peace at that very fact, knowing that whatever happened to you, they wouldn't be alone.

Your eyes briefly opened again upon hearing a haunting sound, a hissing that only increases with volume and intensity, immediately causing you to enter an internal fight or flight reaction though your body was still paralysed with exhaustion. Your mind takes a few moments to realise exactly what is happening as you register the figures of two people nearby, their outlines becoming clearer with each passing moment as your vision cleared, though you couldn't hold your eyes open for long.

Ron and Hermione.

You were encased around the large, wrapped trunk of Nagini's body, though you felt no pressure on your limbs, no constriction. The snake was wildly hissing at Ron and Hermione who were trying to approach you with horrified eyes, their wands fixed upon the snake with conviction. She was protecting you.

"Ron no! If you miss, you'll hit y/n!" Hermione wailes, tugging on his arm which had his wand aimed at Nagini. He looked furious, more angry than you'd ever seen him, a look in his eyes which showed he was out for revenge. The snake hisses in fury at Ron, sensing his intentions and gives a warning snap of it's head, showing the vicious fangs to warn them away. You can only see the side profile but even from your limited view, the blood covered fangs and healed but visible gashes across her body were a terror inducing sight.

Closing your eyes, you tried to connect to Nagini, finding nothing in the darkness behind your eyes. You're exhausted, both mentally and physically but you push harder, searching deeper and further in your mind for any sign of the snake, but there's nothing, the connection had been broken.

You open your eyes, feeling it easier now as the light no longer hurts your eyes, finding strength in the knowledge that something had changed, something must have worked.

You shift slightly, attempting to think of ways to get out of Nagini's hold and almost instantly she senses your movement. You reach blindly for your wand but feel nothing, preparing yourself for the imminent attack, but nothing comes. Instead, she unfurls herself from around you and with one last vicious hiss in Ron and Hermione's direction, she turns to you, watching you carefully as she peels her body away from yours, shifting to lie between you and your friends. You don't break her gaze, eyeing her carefully with the knowledge that she might attack the second you looked away.

You look into her eyes and see the woman staring back at you in your mind, looking frightened and lost, her eyes drawing you in. You feel compelled to explain, though she may not understand and there's no denying that the truth could cause her to attack, the uncertain nature of the serpentine creature only making you more afraid.

"You know don't you, what needs to be done," you say gently, still looking into her eyes. She continues to look at you and there's a momentary pause that passes where she doesn't respond in anyway, making you feel foolish for trying to communicate with the snake. She suddenly shifts her head and you immediately throw up your hand to stop Ron from moving forward as he prepares to lurch towards you, wand still aimed at the snake threateningly, his grip so tight you can see that his fingers have turned white. Her head slowly nods, though it's minuscule in movement.

There's a brief flash of embarrassment you feel at connecting this way with a creature but you sense that she can understand you completely.

"If there was another way," you begin to say but the rest of the words catch in your throat. Truthfully, you didn't know any other way of how to save her, of how to kill the Horcrux inside her without her perishing. Her head sinks to the floor, near your leg and suddenly she doesn't feel like a threat anymore. You sit there for some time, not knowing how to proceed, feeling like you'd reached an impasse.

All it took was a large bang out in the courtyard for the temporary armistice to be broken. Ron ran to the main doors just around the corner to look at what had caused the crash and he looked horrified as he explained with difficulty that Harry and Voldemort were duelling. It had to be now.

You turned to Nagini and noticed almost instantly how her demeanour had changed, her eyes no longer conveying any of the sadness or understanding, but instead looked cold and hardened. Her body had tensed and her tail had curled into her body tighter, all signs of alarming defensiveness. You understood immediately; the Horcrux within her was sensing her master only metres away. She could sense his danger, the treat to his life, which meant that the Horcrux within her, the slither of Voldemort's soul was also in danger.

Time seemed to slow as you realised too late the danger you were in, your proximity to the seemingly possessed snake putting you in imminent peril, especially without a wand. You ran, scrambling away until you backed up towards the wall, looking for some way of hiding, dragging Hermione with you so that she would be safe. It was like the predator in her had awoken, the last semblance of humanity drained from her mind as her body tenses, her body stiffening as she prepared to attack. You were defenceless and Hermione only had mere seconds to adjust to you throwing her back, as Ron leapt forward to protect her before Nagini lunged.

You watched at the snake flew through the air, her mouth wide open and blood soaked mouth hurtling towards you with an unstoppable force. You force yourself to think of your beloved boyfriends a s of your lost friend, desperately clinging to the love you'd received throughout your life as you waited for the attack.

But no pain came. Your eyes had closed on their own accord and you opened them tentatively to see a billowing cloud of black smoke rising in the air, clearing slowly to show the figure of Neville, bloodied and panting hard, the sword of Gryffindor in his hands. He'd done it, the very last Horcrux was dead.

Ron and Hermione held on to each other for the longest time, the near death experience pulling them closer together. You looked at Neville and leapt to your feet, throwing your arms around him. He stumbled briefly having not anticipated your embrace but held strong, wrapping his spare arm around you as you hugged him in both celebration and appreciation.

Then, you saw the translucent figure of a woman before you . It was the very same woman you'd seen in your mind, through the connection with Nagini. She was beautiful, the contrast of her dark hair and pale skin looked vibrant once again. The spirit's connection was brief, lingering just long enough for her to nod once at you, bowing her hair before she disappeared. You had done it, her spirit had been freed. The spell, your blood, mixed with hers and the venom really had worked.

You turned to Hermione and Ron, pulling away from Neville and found them to be staring at the exact spot where she hovered only moments ago, clearly having seen exactly what you had.

"Harry."

That one word prompted you all to run around the corridor and out into the courtyard, reminded that Harry was duelling the dark Lord with no assistance. You expected to see a myriad of lights and colour, the two powerful figures mid combat as each opponent fought for what they thought was right. Instead, you found Harry alone, stood in the crumbled courtyard clutching both his wand and the elder wand, staring down at the mythical hallow in amazement. He'd done it. He'd won. You'd all won.

Ron and Hermione ran towards him, embracing with triumphant glory, each of them pleased to be alive after facing their opponent head on. Neville fist bumped the air in celebration and limped quickly off back towards the main building, no doubt alerting the others that Voldemort had been defeated.

You stood alone, feeling suddenly overcome with emotions that you hadn't anticipated, conflicted to your very core. You felt a massive surge of relief of course, wanting nothing more than to celebrate alongside the trio and everyone else. But you felt sad and a little lost. You felt for everyone that had lost their lives in the battle, the damage that had been caused, for little teddy who had lost both of his loving parents in a single night and for Severus, who had died in your arms, a spoil of war.

But then you remembered the tear. The memory he had given you in his last moments. You looked upon the trio once more, seeing them rightfully still embracing and celebrating their win and with one last glance, you slipped back inside the castle and walked straight towards the headmasters office before anyone could stop you. You couldn't wait to get back to Fred and George, to be wrapped in their arms and back with everyone you loved, no longer having to feel fear or doom but this had to be done first, you needed answers and closure from the only person that could give you that.

Approaching the gargoyle staircase, you thought of that night so long ago when you'd slipped in to the castle and confronted Severus about George's injury. You thought of your anger, your resentment and your confusion that your friend and mentor could have done this to the man you loved, particularly as you approached the main doors, remembering how you had barged in the last time.

The office was largely undamaged, with only a few books and glass cases smashed on the floor from the attack. The pensieve pulled out automatically s you stepped further into the room, crossing the threshold with a nervous trepidation that made you pause, pulling the vial out of your pocket and holding it out with shaky hands.

You poured in the tear and watched as it swirled down, a bright white cloud of billowing smoke within the water, drawing you in. You took a deep breath and submerged your face into the tepid water, watching as the cloud parted and dispersed, forming into figures that you recognised immediately. Severus and Dumbledore. They were in the very office your body was suspended in, Dumbledore sat at his desk with Severus stood before him, attempting to walk out.

"Don't ignore me, Severus," Dumbledore says, causing the potions master to pause in the doorway. "We both know Lord Voldemort has ordered the Malfoy boy to murder me. But should he fail, one should presume the dark Lord will turn to you."

Severus stands resolute, looking upon Dumbledore with a blank expression. "You must be the one to kill me, Severus. It's the only way. Only then will the dark Lord trust you completely."

You watch as Snape's face drops subtly, his eyes expressing a hesitancy and pain that is almost palpable. The vision flickers and you see Snape shushing Harry in what you know to be the astronomy tower before the image of Dumbledore's falling body briefly flickers across your vision, the killing curse uttered by Snape ringing in your ears. The vision then flickers back to their meeting in the office, Dumbledore's weak and tired eyes imploring Severus.

"There will come a time when Harry Potter must be told something. But you must wait until Voldemort is at his most vulnerable."

"Must be told what?" Severus' deep baritone voice calls out, a frustration and element of concern in his tone.

The vision suddenly changes again and you watch as Severus enters the broken house you'd recognised from your trip to Godric's Hollow on Christmas Eve. You watched as he walked across the debris covered landing and caught sight of Lily dead on the floor, the infant Harry wailing in his cot only yards away.

"On the night Lord Voldemort went to Godric's Hollow to kill Harry, and Lily Potter cast herself between them, the curse rebounded."

You can feel the affection he felt for Lily with the sound of her name, and then the devastation and pain at discovering her body on the floor in the nursery. It's gut wrenching and crippling to feel everything he felt and you now understood that he had loved her, he had loved Lily Potter.

"When that happened, a part of Voldemort's soul latched itself onto the only living thing it could find, Harry himself." Dumbledore has begun walking down the platform steps in his office, his legs weak and his frame looking frailer than ever as you see his blackened hand, the curse from a Horcrux.

"There's a reason Harry can speak with snakes. There's a reason he can look into Lord Voldemort's mind. A part of Voldemort lives inside him."

"So when the time comes," Severus says, squinting at Albus who has reared closer to him now, the tension in the room growing increasingly denser and thick. "The boy must die?"

"Yes."

"You've kept him alive so that he can die at the proper moment," Severus accuses, his tone suddenly much harsher, "you've been raising him like a pig for slaughter."

"Don't tell me now you've grown to care for the boy?"

Then you see him look out of the window, the darkness in the sky only further proof that this was conversation had late at night, in complete secrecy. You watch as Severus casts the patronus charm and a familiar glowing doe whips around the room before exiting through the glass, the illuminated spot fading as it disappears further into the sky.

"And y/n, you have grown to care for her too?" Albus asks. You watch as Severus becomes instantly more defensive, his eyes squinting and mouth opening before closing rather harshly, his chest puffing.

"That is none of your concern," he answers in a deadpan way, his eyes averted to a spot on the wall where the portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black hangs.

"But Severus it is, do you not see that she is involved?"

Snape's head whips round quicker than a flash until he's staring back into Albus' eyes with a fierce glare, though beneath the stare is concern and worry.

Flashes of yourself appear in Snape's memory, a strange thing to have seen memories you yourself had but from the other perspective. You see yourself in your sixth year, singled out in his vision as he watches you work, creating a batch of what you remember to be Sleeping Draught in class. The next memory shows the following week, your meeting in his office, seeing you smile and laugh as his deep chuckle fills your ears. You see as different memories merge together of you working together, annotating his books and transcribing his notes, the visions of you shifting to memories you had never known, of Severus watching you and glancing at you when you weren't paying attention. You can feel a warmth again to these memories, feeling the affection he felt for you, as if you were able to experience it exactly how he had, much like the memories of Lily.

"You said that you would protect her! You said by making her my apprentice it would shield her from his notice!"

"The dark Lord may be unaware of her prowess but I fear her connection to the Weasley's will have attracted the attention of her peers." There's a flash of you, Fred and George sat in the great hall from Snape's perspective at the top table, he sees you laughing and resting your head on Fred's shoulder, though the memory is brief.

"There's little I can do, Severus. They will need her," Albus says with conviction.

The memory shifts again before your eyes and you see Severus sat alone in his office, his corporeal patronus dancing wildly around the room as he binds together pieces of what you recognise to be the Lebetum, the misted glass opened as he summons the doe inside. He thinks of you, your laughter playing like a melody in your own ears and there's a brief moment where you can smell the scent of your hair as you watch the words 'Expecto Dominum Meum' appear across the black device just as you had experienced many times before.

There's a brief memory that flashes and you watch as Severus pulls a book from his bookshelf in what you assume to be his home, followed by him using the book as a glossary as he translates his words whilst writing. The next memory cuts in of you receiving the book from him, his deep voice speaking over the memory that you will need this to translate and transcribe his newest paper, handing you the book of Latin phrases and texts.

"You love her," Albus' voice cuts through and you watch as Dumbledore and Snape are stood on a cliff top somewhere, the exchange between the pair is rife with tension.

"Yes," he says, his deep voice speaking matter of factly.

"You've protected her all you can," Albus says, perhaps slightly gentler now.

"It's not enough," he says, his black sleeved arms wrapping around himself, turning to look out into the distance. You know he's thinking about you, and of Lily, the two women he felt he'd lost, slipping between their fingertips. "It will never be enough." He reaches into his pocket and thrusts the black device of his own creation that he'd pulled from within the folds of his cloak into the older man's wrinkled hands, who gapes at it for a moment, a frown pulling between his eyebrows.

"Severus, you can't possibly," Albus begins speaking but he's cut off when Snape looks up from the Lebetum with an expression you had so often seen, the fixed, harsh stare that told whomever he was speaking to that he would answer no questions nor explain further, his word absolute.

"Until my heart stops beating. With hope, even after."

The memory fades and the smoke like memory disappears into the water until it's no longer visible. You pull out of the water and sink to your knees, sitting on the bottom stone step of the desk platform, gathering your thoughts.

You sobbed uncontrollably, chest and shoulders heaving with the effort as you let every bit of pain consume you, every emotion you'd tried to hold back from the moment you left Bill's wedding and everyone behind in your hunt for the Horcruxes, realising that you had been played like a pawn in a game of wizards chess. You cried for your lost friend, knowing now that he loved you. You cried for everything that could have been, for how he'd protected you the whole way through without knowing, for the pain you felt at being so close but so far away from Fred and George, for the months spent pining for them, for the horrors you'd seen and what you'd been through.

You gasped for breath between your sobs, clutching your arms around yourself as you rocked gently, feeling entirely consumed by pain. You should feel victorious and triumphant, celebrating with everyone else in the castle but you couldn't face it, not when you felt so far away from yourself.

Your thoughts were consumed with Severus and what you'd seen in his memories and you wondered if you'd loved him too. You loved Fred and George, that was evident to everyone around you and to yourself but you'd never considered the piece of your heart that had remained with Severus, realising much too late that you had loved him too. Maybe not in the same way that you did the twins but it was undeniable that there was something there much stronger than friendship alone.

Your sobs had subsided eventually and you sat on the cold stone with a vacant expression, gaze fixed upon an uninteresting spot on the floor. You felt drained in every sense of the word; your mind was slowly going blank, unable to string two solid thoughts together as the mental and emotional strain took its toll on you. Your body felt weak and broken, pain and soreness now evident in your injured body, feeling the full effects of your shoulder injury and the cuts on your arm. You look down at the deep gashes on your arm and begin to slowly peel your jacket away, cringing and wincing as the dried blood around the cuts rips away having connected your jacket to the broken skin.

You cast a healing spell on the cuts but it's weak, knowing that you couldn't perform the correct incantation as much as you wanted to, your body too exhausted and drained. You pondered, just for a moment, the irony of the cuts on your arm. The spell created by your mentor intended to inflict pain for those he hated, but instead inflicted upon the woman he loved to free her from her torment.

You sat for a while thinking of the memories he'd shown you, realising now that all his words had made sense. He'd asked you to forgive him, telling you that one day you'd understand. He'd protected you when you needed it most, provided you with his own guardian in the form of a patronus and saved your life multiple times even from afar. He'd given you all the clues, the biggest of all being the book of Latin phrases, somehow knowing that it would be the key to surviving, putting his faith in your ability to decode it. He'd loved you. He was never a true destheater but had been the bravest man alive to act as a spy for the order, for the sake of everyone who seemingly hated him.

One thing had always bothered you, once singular piece of knowledge that had plagued you since the moment you'd been bequeathed with the Lebetum.

You stood slowly, throwing your jacket back over you to cover the scars and the wounds that littered your body and dusted yourself off, though it was a pointless effort as your clothes and skin were still stained with Severus' blood. You stepped towards the littering of books on the bookcase and tried to find the off-white leather book amongst the rows of text, hoping it was there. It wasn't. It was, however, laid on the desk, already open.

You searched through the glossary of words, alphabetically listed as you turned to the section you needed.

Lebetem, or Lebetum (noun) translates to Cauldron. A large metal pot used for brewing potions over an open fire. Can also refer to a situation characterised by strong emotions.

You felt gobsmacked by the revelation, realising that it was most likely a joke played by Severus, a little twist of humour he'd integrated in the the situation.

You then thought of the translation Mr Ollivander had given you of the text on the device, Expecto Dominum Meum, and his little chuckle when you explained that it was a Lebetum, realising now that it all made sense. He’d recognised you as Snape’s apprentice and had only chuckled when he pieced it all together.

Lebetum, Cauldron, a necessity of brewing potions.

Expecto Dominum Meum, I await my master.

I await my potions master.

You laughed out loud; an honest and very real laugh that you felt hadn't happened in such a long time. You'd been blind to it all this time, his intricacies never failing to amuse and astound you. You felt an immense sense of gratitude erupt from you and though you were naturally devastated that he was no longer here, nor were you able to thank him for everything he'd done, the Lebetum had done the trick to make you feel a little better, giving you humour in a time of sheer upset.

You wanted a shower desperately, a hot cup of tea and the comfort of your loved ones around you. You looked down at the book of Latin translations and smiled, touching your hand to the old pages before you walked away, feeling calmed.

You closed the doors to the office as you exited, casting one last glance at the intricacy of the wood and walked down the staircase, back towards the great hall where you hoped everyone was still gathered.

Bill spotted you first and leapt up from his seat to close the distance between you, pulling you into his chest. The unlikely friendship you'd forged during your time at shell cottage was entirely unexpected but welcome, his ability to make you feel at ease and protected was unparalleled, his role of big brother extending to you.

"Stop scaring me like that," he mutters and you can hear the slight smirk in his voice, making you chuckle. "Told you you were tough, wouldn't find me dead near a snake." You chuckle again and start to snark that Werewolves were fine but not snakes, but you're stopped as you see two near identical and very welcome faces waiting anxiously behind Bill. You pull apart, giving him one last smile before he slips back to sit beside Fleur at the table, allowing you to properly reunite with his brothers.

There's a singular beat that passes where you stand still, looking at them with a trepidation to your gaze. You felt guilty for leaving them alone, to fight your own battles without considering theirs. They both looked disheveled and dirty, eyes dark and tired and for the first time that night you no longer thought of your own exhaustion or torment.

Fred moves first and pulls you in for the tightest embrace he'd ever given, his hand holding your waist close to his body and his left hand cradling your head. He kisses you without abandon, uncaring and unashamed of anyone nearby as your emotion pours into the kiss, a thousand apologies and comforting words said silently between you. A tear falls from your left eye, overwhelmed by your official reconnection but he doesn't miss it, moving his thumb to swipe it away as he pulls his lips away from yours reluctantly, savouring the feel of your lips against his.

"I love you so much," he says, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead as he begins to rock you gently side to side. "You're never leaving again, you hear me? I can't ever be apart from you again." Another tear slips at his words and all you can do is nod in agreement, blindsided by the emotion and conviction of his words.

"Never again," you reply, reaching out to grab the material of his jacket, feeling as if he'd slip away if you let go. He senses this and presses one last kiss to your lips before pulling away and stepping aside, allowing George to scoop you up.

Fred and George were different in many ways but it was never more obvious to you than when you were in their arms. George always seemed taller somehow, your head not reaching as far up onto his shoulder as it did with Fred but it was equally as comforting to be pressed into the centre of his chest. His arms caged you and held you tightly, shoulders and breasts smushed against the hard plains of his body but you didn't care.

"Tell me it's over, Angel, please don't leave again."

His voice sounds broken and like a little boys, lost and afraid, a sound that breaks your heart. You pull away firmly, looking up into his gorgeous face.

"I'm staying right here, forever," you say, reaching up to touch his cheek as you lean up, making it clear that you want a kiss. He obliges immediately and kisses you with a passion and intensity you hadn't quite anticipated. His hand find yours and he holds on to you tightly, one large hand grabbed around your back as your right hand stays on his face.

Once the kiss ends, Fred steps back to join you both as both twins grab for you, your small frame between their much larger once's making you feel safe and secure. Eventually you are pulled away by Molly who can't wait any longer and you're smothered by her fussing until Arthur pulls her away with a knowing smile before he embraces you. Each person embraces you as you're passed around the group, feeling every ounce of love they give.

There's a moment where you and Harry look at each other before you embrace, a wordless question about your shared connections to darkness. You shake your head with a smile, telling him that your connection had been severed and he nods his head with the same mirrored look, both of you smiling widely as you realise that it was now just you, no longer plagued by another's emotions or memories. You throw your arms around his neck, both laughing as you finally feel the celebratory mood everyone else felt, now that you were back with the people you loved.

Ginny brought you a hot cup of tea from one of the little reserves that had been set up and you thanked her kindly, taking a seat in between Fred and George, in your rightful place. Instantly, their arms lock you into place with George's arm extending around your back and Fred's large hand covering your thigh, keeping you anchored to them. Everyone was laughing and joking, telling their own stories and as you looked around at your loved ones, though missing one important person; you felt happy.

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slytherintrikru · 7 months

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|| It Wasn’t A Dream ||

— Part 1 —

Pairing: Severus Snape x gryffindor!student!reader (she’s of age)

Word count: 1904

Warnings: anxiety, angst, crush, older man/younger woman, she is of age, cuss words, pet names, an OOC Severus?, SFW (if I missed anything please let me now)

Summary: Y/N couldn’t stop daydreaming about her potions professor so she did what any insane person would do. She went and confessed her feelings to him. Will he accept her feelings and return them back? Or will he reject her? Read to find out. (SHE’S OF AGE)

Requested: by no one this is my idea

A/N: hi- I’m a new writer and this is my first post one-shot on tumblr (I already posted this on Ao3). I know this probably sucks because I have a hard time to write what I imagine and feel but I hope you like it. Please give tips and feedback no matter what it is so I can make my writing better. Also in this hogwarts has 8 years of hogwarts and the reader is 18 almost 19 years old.

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Y/N sat at their desk, surrounded by textbooks and notes, in her warm and cozy Gryffindor common room,

but their mind was miles away. Thoughts of Severus Snape consumed her every waking moment, her heart yearning to confess the feelings she harbored. Frustration and self-loathing gnawed at them, for he was her potions professor and Y/N is his student, despite being of age. The internal battle waged on, distracting Y/N from her studies, leaving Y/N torn between desire and the constraints of her forbidden affection.

Y/N's feelings for Severus had deepened, fueled by the pivotal moment when she saved him from the clutches of Voldemort and Nagini. The intensity of that experience had only strengthened the bond between them in her heart. Her and Severus had became closer since. Yet, the weight of Lily's memory lingered, casting a shadow of doubt within her. She yearned to express her emotions, to confess her love, but the fear of Severus's lingering affection for Lily, even in death, held her back. The unspoken words weighed heavily on her soul as she grappled with the ache of unrequited love. Or at least that’s what she thought it was and made herself believe it was true.

Besides who would want her, she’s just a filthy mudblood, just like Draco said. Severus could find someone better.

Yes, Y/N and Severus are friends which could come off as strange to everyone else considering he is her professor and she was his student but that didn’t stop her from hanging out with him. Even though she did get bullied and got hexed by slytherin’s for taking away ‘their’ professor for her being friends with him many times. Y/N still ignored them. She would go to his class just to talk to him after a long day of work and most of the time they wouldn’t talk at all. The times they weren’t talking she would take time to admire him, how he would concentrate on his work, and how his eyes would shine a bit when he saw his slytherins got answers right. She loves how much he cares for his slytherins even though some may think he’s heartless, cruel, & vicious, deep down he’s caring and kind.

She couldn’t take it anymore; her feeling was getting too much for her; she needed to tell him. She needs to at least know she tried and to know that he knew her true feelings. She huffed softly and quickly got up from her comfortable chair, she didn’t really have a plan on how to do this and she didn’t think of how he would react. She just knew that if she kept her emotions in any longer she would burst. Her feelings for him felt more powerful than any sort of magic that it took over her whole body. Making her forget how idiotic with what she was doing is.

Leaving the warmth of her Gryffindor common behind, Y/N embarked on a mission through the corridors of Hogwarts castle. She walks fast through the dimly lit halls, each step echoed in the silence making her palms sweat ferociously as her hair blows in the wind. Y/N’s heart race as she heads towards the cold dungeons towards his potions class. Her anxiety increases by the second.

With every turn and staircase descent, her heart raced a little faster. The weight of anticipation settled heavily on her shoulders, and the air felt thick with trepidation. Thoughts of Severus Snape's strict demeanor and piercing gaze occupied their mind, intensifying their nervousness. Then thoughts of his soft, kind, & more gentle side filled her brain. She didn’t know what he would say to her after she confesses her feelings. Y/N just hopes he won’t reject her.

As she reaches the dungeon halls, the corridor grew colder and darker, her steps slows dowm. As if her body and brain finally realized what she was about to do and how everything could go wrong in a few seconds. Y/N could hear the paintings on the wall’s whispering to each other. Making her feel as if they are talking about her which caused her mind to panic more.

The flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows on the walls, making the journey feel like a solitary quest through a labyrinth of uncertainty. Each unfamiliar door they passed only heightened their unease, until finally, they stood before the entrance to Snape's potion’s class.

She looks nervously around, making sure no one is near her or his room. After she saw no one, she stood there for a while anticipating her moves. Gathering the little courage she had left, Y/N raises her trembling, sweaty hand and knocked hard on the door. The sound of the knocks echo through the cold, partly lit silent of the dungeons. It was in that moment her mind was screaming for her to stop and leave.

But she didn’t have a chance to. The form of Severus’ appears as he opens his potions class door, revealing his stern face. When he saw it was Y/N his facial expression changed to a soft, exciting look, and a hint of another emotion.

What am I doing here? I shouldn't have come, why am I here? This is stupid— her thoughts had stopped when she heard him speak.

Y/N looks at him, his soft expression made her melt. “Ms. Y/L/N? What do you want?” He asked

“C-Can I come in?” She asked, he looked at her with confusion before moving aside allowing her to enter. She slowly walked in as if he would snap at her and tell her to leave at any moment. After she made it in he slammed the door causing her to jump.

“To what do I owe you the pleasure of having you bother me on a Saturday?” He jokingly questioned. She saw that hint of emotion in his eyes before going away completely. She felt her cheeks turn red as she blushed at him. Severus smirks at that.

“I need to tell you something, it’s important. I know that it will probably not end well. I want you to know before I say anything that, I apologize. I have enjoyed being your friend for all those few years so much so that you are one of the reasons I decided to come back for my 8th year here. I know you probably will think I’m crazy-“ before she had the chance of finishing he cut her off.

“Would you stop the rambling for Merlin’s sake? Go on, tell me what you want to say.” He hissed playfully and she could have swore she saw a smile, not a smirk, a normal happy smile. Which was rare for him to do.

“Ok here it goes… I like you and not just as a friend. After the war my feelings for you have grown into something more and I know you probably don’t care. That I may be nothing more than just a dunderhead-“ before she could finish he grabbed her face and he kissed her. Y/N felt lips, not just any lips, his lips, on hers. It took her a few seconds to comprehend what was really happening, as if it wasn’t really happening. As if it was all a dream.

Sure enough she slowly came to her senses as she did, she knew it was real. Y/N kissed back almost immediately when she realized it wasn’t a dream. She felt his hands move from her face and make their way down to wrap around her waist. She wrapped her arms around him back, taking in and feeling everything. This felt almost like a dream, the way his lips were moving against hers, but it wasn’t a dream. It was as if she was on cloud nine and she never wanted to return to earth.

The kiss lasted for a few minutes before they finally pulled away panting as they were out of breath. She slowly opened her eyes and saw his dark brown eyes staring at her with that same emotion she saw after she walked in. She knew that look anywhere, it was the same look she has when she looks at him. The look of love. How didn’t she notice that before?

“That was- that was…fucking amazing.” Y/N whispered, as she stuttered a bit, her cheeks were as red as a tomato. She didn’t want this to end. She wished she could fill this way for a lifetime. Just her and him together. Forever.

“It truly was, my little love.” Severus murmured back while looking in adoration at her. If it hadn’t been for how close he was holding her and her hands in his hair he could’ve sworn it was all a dream. “I like you more than a friend as well. I have for a while now, I just didn’t know how to tell you. I thought you’d reject me so I just ignored my feelings.”

“Oh my Prince, I would never reject you, I’ve liked you for years, Severus. The last couple of years, especially last year when I saved you, my feelings have grown stronger.” She said with honesty, he looked at her trying to see if she was lying or if there was any dishonesty in what she said but he couldn’t find it. Instead he saw the same look he has on his face right now, which was love.

They looked at each other for what felt like ages and then Y/N leaned in to kiss him again, he happily accepted and kissed her back. This kiss was much more intense than the last. They kissed as if at any moment one of them would disappear and be gone forever. Y/N tugged at his hair, Severus groaned at that and held her tighter. His hands swiftly began to make their way from her back to her ass, squeezing gently. Y/N moaned but then Severus pulled away causing her to whine at the loss of connection. Severus smiled at her.

“I want our first time to be special. I want it to be in a place where you and I are both comfortable, not worrying about who will walk in. So I’ll be able to take my time with you.” He said, creasing her face softly while looking at her beautiful E/C eyes as he continued. “Let’s wait ok, darling.”

She was a bit disappointed but she knew he was right, she also wanted her first time to be special. “Ok.” She whispered. “I guess I’ll go back to my common room, I need to study for my NEWTS. I’ll see you later Sev.”

She kissed him one last time before turning away to head back to the Gryffindor tower. Before she could take another step she felt a hand, it was his hand, grabbing her. She turned to look at him.

He kisses Y/N softly once more and than lets her go.

Y/N smiled in return and flustered at him kissing her again, “I’ll see you later, Sev.” She muttered, he smiled back. She then made her way to the door, opened it and left for her common room with a huge smile across her face. I can’t believe that just happened, she thought. Tonight was the best night I ever had in a while.

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Part 2

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myers-meadow · 10 months

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The best gift he's ever received - Severus Snape x OC

Title: The best gift he's ever received

Pairing: Severus Snape x female student OC, named Minoes Haasse. Traits mentioned: long hair, afab, able bodied, older than 18, pureblood, light skinned, is in Slytherin.

Summary: During a fateful Death Eater meeting, Voldemort has a gift for Severus; a marriage. And with a marriage comes a wedding night. It turns out that this gift is his favourite student, choosen specifically for him by Draco Malfoy. Before long, the darkness that's been restless within him for years rises to the surface.

Warnings: 18 +, non-con. Minoes is a gift to Snape and he takes full advantage. Severus' gift is a punishment for someone else. Dark Severus Snape. Rough sex, hair pulling, man-handling, p in v sex, forced orgasm, sex with an audience, public sex, (mild) objectification, (mild) degradation, creampie, some mentions of blood purity, crying, begging, rape aftermath, arranged marriage, cuckolding.

Wordcount: 4908

This is my first fic about Snape! This couldn't have come to exist in this final form without the help, encouragement and many thoughtprovoking conversations of my dearest friends @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better & @devil-doll13, who proofread this for me TWICE. Thank you <3.

Reblogs and comments are very welcome, I'd love to know if you enjoyed! <3

Dividers by angels-aesthetic and benkeibear.

When Snape arrived, it was with the usual remarks and greetings. Nothing welcoming. Almost all the seats at the table at the Malfoy Manor were already taken. Everything always felt like a test when it came to the Dark Lord. But Snape was unreadable and composed, as always. As the evening drew to close, and Nagini had her meal, the Dark Lord rose, and gestured to the side, to Wormtail hovering in the shadows.

“Wormtail, won’t you bring our special guest over,” he said, his voice thin, but filled with an amusement that didn’t bode well. The ever loyal Wormtail did as he said, revealing a young woman. A student. Snape hid his surprise, wearing his eternal face of indifference, even though he knew her well. She was clever girl, good at Potions, at the Dark Arts, one of those students that showed promise, and never let him down.

And now, she was here, dressed in an already partly torn black dress, floor length, that, if it weren’t for the tears in it, would cover her as much as Snape’s robes covered him. The fear in her eyes was clear, the first tear had already fallen to the floor when Wormtail dragged her into the light, but she was dead silent. No sobs, no whimpers, no begging. Snape almost thought she was under a spell to keep her quiet, but knew no Death Eater would prefer silence over screams of pain.

“Severus,” Voldemort started, waiting for Snape’s eyes to turn to him, “you must know this sweet girl.” He reached out an inhuman hand to caress the young woman’s hair. Snape saw her initial reaction was to flinch away from the Dark Lord, but she resisted, with stone cold horror written all over her face. Wormtail copied Voldemort’s caress, and she gave him a frightening glare that made him back off swiftly, to the amusement of Snape and the Dark Lord.

“Your former student… Tell me, did you notice her before tonight? Such a pretty thing, sitting front row in your Advanced Potions class. Surely your heart and loins aren’t devoid of blood enough to ignore a girl this… This darling.”

Snape’s mouth grew dry. So that was to be the planned entertainment for the night. It made him feel sick to think that truly no one in the Dark Lord’s path was safe. Not even when they were students under the protection of Hogwarts. The darkness of the situation settled heavy in his stomach.

“And real sweet she’ll be, tonight. Especially for you, Severus.”

For him? That must be some mistake. He wasn’t some noble pureblood whose allegiance must be bought through political marriage, nor were the young woman’s parents involved with the Death Eaters.

Voldemort’s tone changed to something more conversational, lighter. “You see, after you gave us the correct date Potter was moved to a safe house, I realised something.”

The air lay heavy with tension and expectation.

“What was it, my Lord?” asked Snape, not letting his gaze flicker back to the girl.

Voldemort smiled. “I’ve rarely rewarded you properly, with something so pleasurable as this. Draco agreed that you deserve something to help you relax a little. So much so that he helped me a great deal, by choosing her for us. Minoes, her name is, right Draco?” And his inflection was purely cruel then.

Snape looked at Draco, who swallowed hard, before nodding. Lucius, who sat next to him, nudged him ever so slightly.

“It is, my Lord,” he said, clearly not as skilled at concealing his emotions as his father was. “Minoes Haasse.”

“A student in your year.”

“Yes,” Draco replied. This must be a punishment for Draco too, in a way that Snape didn’t exactly understand yet.

“And why did you choose her, Draco?” Voldemort didn’t even attempt to hide his sadistic pleasure at the situation.

Draco swallowed, stared pointedly at the end of the table closest to her, but not at her. “Because she’s the smartest and prettiest girl in Slytherin.”

“And now, she’ll be all yours, Severus.” And only then, did Snape look at her. She met his eyes, almost shy. “Why don’t you go over to him to greet him properly?”

It wasn’t a suggestion. When she caught the Dark Lord’s gaze, she held it, with just the tiniest hint of defiance, before she stepped closer to where Snape sat, to Voldemort’s left.

She took a deep breath before she spoke. Her words were softer than they were in class, clearly she wasn’t comfortable here. “Hello, Professor.”

Snape wet his lips at just the sound of her voice. “Miss Haasse,” he acknowledged with a small nod. Everything about this felt wrong. The politeness, the pretence that she was still a student of his, as if they were just passing in the hallways – as if everything wasn’t completely upside down for her.

“You can be a little friendlier, love,” said Voldemort. She took another step, within arm’s reach now. Snape pushed his seat back somewhat, so she could stand right in front of him. She hesitated, taking longer than anyone at the table had the patience for.

“A bit quicker would be nice,” jeered Voldemort. “We all know what’s on the menu today, so why draw it out unnecessarily? That poor girl.”

At that, Minoes raised her eyebrows, and steeled herself with a sharp inhale and she stepped closer, more determined now. Snape reached out his hand to her, as an invitation, to show he didn’t mean any harm. She took it, but avoided his eyes. Her hand was warm, and she squeezed his hand tightly, as if she was at the doctor’s and undergoing a particularly nerve-wracking procedure. He drew her closer until she stood in between his knees, her bum pressing against the edge of the table. Something surged in his blood, something dark that made him feel alive.

“See, nothing to be afraid of,” he murmured softly to her, sitting up straighter and letting his hands fall to her hips. “Has anyone told you what you’re here for?”

“A marriage,” her voice broke at the offending word. So that was what they told her about this. Perhaps he could give her some tenderness, to make it feel a little more like a wedding night… If the others at the table let him, that is. His hands moved from her hips to her shoulders, plucking at the buttons of her high collared blouse.

“Why don’t you take this off, first?” he suggested. She glanced over her shoulder, at Draco, before she repressed a shudder, and her shaking fingers got to work. Button for button. There were a lot of them, and the Death Eaters at the table were quick to voice their boredom.

“Hurry it up, will you?”

“That’s what you get for giving such a cute girl to Snape.”

Minoes sent a nasty glare in the general direction of the comments, but Snape tugged at her dress, sharply.

“Na-ah, miss Haasse, eyes on me.” It sounded like he was reprimanding her for not paying attention during a lecture. His tone intimidated her.

At last she reached the final button, and taking the audience complaints to heart, Snape raised himself up, caging her against the table, and tugged her torn dress down her shoulders. She gasped at his sudden ferocity, shocked at the violation. Once it was down at her hips, revealing a black bra, he took his time to caress her bare shoulders. Small scars from acne glittered in the light. He traced the lace trim of her bra, watching goosebumps rise in the wake of his touch.

“That’s a nice pair of tits,” said one Death Eater to another, who agreed with an appreciative hum.

“Would be prettier if she had a nicer figure.”

Throughout his examination of her body, she held her head high, even as her fear and apprehension began to truly show on her face. Already standing so close to her, he took in everything. She leaned her fingertips against the table, as far as she could away from him. Reluctant or not; the angle of her head as she leaned back made her pale neck even more appealing. Where her neck ended, the collarbone, the expanse of skin above the bra, her breasts moving with erratic breaths… Delectable. To think this was the same girl that he’d admired from afar during his classes time and again – at his mercy. His hands flexed at his sides. His terrible, terrible mercy.

“What are you waiting for, Severus?” smirked Voldemort. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid to break her.”

Comments and soft laughter rose up from the Death Eaters again: “If I had a moment with her, I’d show them how it’s done.”

Snape’s fingers curled themselves into a fist, uncurled, curled and uncurled again. One of his hands moved to her hair, pulling the hair pin she wore out of her bun and shaking her long hair loose. He turned her face to his, truly towering over her at claustrophobic proximity. Beautiful. And just for him. What a strange turn his life took this night. Her eyes fluttered close as she felt his breath on her lips, but he didn’t kiss her yet. At seeing that tiny flash of submission on her face something stirred within him.

“Look at that, she’s so ready for him.”

“If only he did something about it,” retorted another.

“What does he think she’s made of? Glass?”

“Perhaps he’s just shy.” Followed by giggles and mocking laughter. His gaze flickered to the other side of the table, before he pushed down the rest of her dress with dramatic movements. It fell around her feet. She pressed her eyes closed, feeling exposed in the cold room of the manor. Her panties were similar to her bra; black with a hint of lace, but it wasn’t a matching set. Snape envied the men at the opposite side of the table, who got a good view of her ass.

His mouth watered at the sight of her, and his blood warmed him down there when the shivers of her body pressed her into him. Snape tugged at a bra strap and let it snap back sharply against the skin. Instantly her eyes flew open and she attempted to slap his hand away, but he was quicker, grabbing her wrist and pushing it behind her back, leaning in close.

“You’ll find this all a whole lot more pleasurable,” he said, words measured, something in his eyes made her rein in her fight immediately. “If you’re good for me. Remove the rest of your clothes.”

And what use would it be? The moment she fought against him more than was deemed entertaining, a whole table of Death Eaters would make sure she was adequately punished. Not to speak of what would become of her parents – and she shuddered when she remembered the disappearance of the Muggle Studies teacher. So she tugged her panties down with her free hand, looking mortified the whole time.

The wolf whistles and comments worsened; about her nice ass, how she kept herself untamed down there, how they’d hope Snape wasn’t afraid of a little hair. He smiled at the glint of defiance that once again sparked in her eyes.

“Let me,” he said, and reached behind her back, through the curtain of her hair, and unclasped her bra. After pushing it down her arms, he flicked it onto the far end of the table, which was met with hollering.

“That’s more like it!” said one.

Bellatrix cackled. “Show us, Severus! Show us the girl.”

Minoes shielded herself in a meagre attempt at dignity, which Snape didn’t mind, but for tonight - it wouldn’t do. Rather than force her arms away, he took her hands and pulled them around his neck. A mocking embrace. Her hair smelled lovely, that same fresh yet warm patchouli that appeared in his Amorentia last schoolyear.

“Aren’t you just lovely,” he murmured in her ear, just for her to hear. “But you’re not just for me tonight. Can you do a little twirl?”

Immediately she stilled against him, and he delighted in it. Stepped back, he raised her arms over her head by her wrists, and twirled her around for all to see. She stumbled but he easily held her up like that, running his free hand over her breasts, giving a squeeze here or there, satisfied with the hungry looks around the table. Few of the men still had their hands on the table. The power he felt sparked through him as he showed her off, as much as the pleasure did, fuelling his confidence.

“I wouldn’t mind a piece of that,” said a Death Eater on the far end of the table.

“Don’t know what to do with all that?” asked a gruff voice to his side. “Should I show you how to treat a lady?”

Before Snape could intervene, Voldemort did. “No, Gibbons, she is all his.”

The way he said it made pride swell in Snape’s chest. Gibbons slumped in his seat.

“At least he could hurry it up.”

“Go on, Severus,” encouraged the Dark Lord. “I know you want her. Or would you rather we give her to someone else?”

He hated what Voldemort’s words did to him, what they’ve always done to him. Right from the beginning, when he was a teen, that darkness resided in him. He felt it open up and blossom in his chest as he looked at her, the Dark Lord’s words resounding in his head. What resistance did he have? He looked at Minoes; her wanton expression, the glow of sweat on her skin, her silent plead for mercy... She belonged to him. That was the only thing that felt true. And he’d enjoy her, Merlin be damned. Life’s been cruel to him for far too long, and this good thing that fell into his grasp won’t leave without claw marks all over– although he knew he’d never let her go. He leaned into that darkness as he wrapped his hand around her throat and pulled her close.

“You heard them,” Snape said to his favourite little student, “playing time is over.”

With a voice so soft even he barely heard her, she whispered: “Please.” Her pleading look alone was enough to have him hard and weeping in his trousers. “Please, don’t.”

“After the meeting, you’ll have all the time for playing,” said Voldemort, over the Death Eaters mocking her begging. Fuck. Snape hadn’t considered that. A marriage, she’d said. That implied… oh Merlin.

He whirled her around to face him, and helped her sit up on the table, one finger already finding its way to her vulva, brushing the curls aside. Even though he knew he wouldn’t be able to follow it through, he sank down regardless, and leaned forward to spit on her pussy, pressing a kiss to her clit. Her gasps spurred him on. Truly, she was perfect for him.

Rowdy encouragement sounded from the table, with some complaints here and there.

“Is she wet already?”

“Bet she is, did you see how she looked at him?”

After another short lick to her clit, he moved up again, to sit in his chair. He opened her legs nice and wide in front of him. She resisted, shy even after all that.

“Open,” Snape said, voice stern like it was in class. Immediately she complied, and he smiled. “Good girl.”

Gibbons peered over Snape’s shoulder and pushed a hand inside his own pants. “She could really do with a shave.”

As Snape’s first finger pushed inside her, curling deliciously, he thought of how to take her. Aided by the spit from before, a second finger joined the first, Her hand flew to his wrist as her gasps grew louder. He pumped them slowly but deeply, going by the noises to know if he hit the right spot inside. There was no real force behind her grip, and the fluttering of her walls were good indications of how good he made her feel despite it all. Another surge of power filled him. Her other hand pressed against her mouth, to try and keep the sounds in. Another curl of his fingers and a moan made her lips part.

The response was immediate, with Bellatrix cackling victoriously as though it was her who inflicted the delicious torture upon the girl.

“Sweet heavens, is he good for something after all!”

Next to her, Draco looked mortified, cheeks red in frustration and embarrassment.

“Does she really need all this, Snape?” another complained. “Bet she’s ready and dripping already.”

“Perhaps he can’t get it up for a pureblood,” cackled Bellatrix. “You should’ve found a mudblood, my Lord.”

“Patience,” Snape reprimanded, but he was running out of his own too. “Come, love.”

And with a tight grip on her thighs, he pulled her into his lap, her breathy “no, no, no, please” were music to his ears. In stark contrast to those lovely sounds, were the sobs coming from behind her, somewhere to the middle of the long table. Draco. He smothered his cry with his sleeve, as Lucius nudged him to stop showing his weakness with a furious look on his face.

It took Snape quite some effort to prevent Minoes from looking back at Draco, gripping her tightly by the hair in the nape of her neck.

“I said: eyes on me,” he warned.

She understood clearly what he wanted from this position, eyes pressed closed with fear, but she settled down on his lap nonetheless, her legs folded next to his on the chair. With one hand Snape held her, and with the other he pried open the buttons of his trousers. Even that took him much to long for his liking, and once he freed his weeping erection, he let out a soft groan.

“Fuck, look at that,” said one, somewhere next to Gibbons, leaning over the table to get a better view. Snape grinned, pride growing in his chest. Her eyes snapped open, coming face to face with the sheer lust in his dark eyes. Wolf whistles followed and even Bellatrix kept quiet.

The way he looked at her softened her resolve and she braced against him, trying not to grind into him.

“How many have you been with?” Snape whispered. “Am I the first?”

He squeezed his hand around his cock, smearing the precum up and down. She shook her head.

“Only one.”

“Who?”

But the second series of choked sobs from behind her and her tortured look were answer enough. Draco. They must’ve been together – but in sacred pureblood families, love isn’t that easy. So this was both a reward and a punishment, two birds with one stone. Snape isn’t one to complain.

“Too bad she’s not a virgin,” said one.

“Rather a pureblood than a virgin,” retorted another.

He aligned her slit with his cock. She gripped his upper arms for stability, pleading with her eyes not to do it. Looking up at her, his hand around her neck, pulling her closer, and the moment their lips met, he pushed his hips up sharply. Moaning into her mouth as she let out a high-pitched screech. Tight, so hot, so tight. He filled her completely and only half of him was inside. Fuck, her cries were bloody arousing. As if this was what he’d been waiting for all these years.

“The two of you are perfect,” complimented Voldemort. “She must be so glad that it’s you, Severus.”

He tasted the salt of her tears in their kiss and nipped her lip. The cruelty of the Dark Lord’s words was delightful. His hips rolled, in and out, languid movements, letting her adjust just a little bit more. The silent sobs made her body jerk in his grip, making her spear herself further on his cock. Part of him wanted to look Draco in the face and say: ‘See how I’m fucking your girlfriend? See how much better a real man does it?’

“Merlin, he’s such a tease,” groaned one Death Eater to the other.

“She’s so fucking tight,” Snape said through gritted teeth, not to anyone in particular. His answer was met with hollering. “She’s so tight it almost hurts.”

He kissed her again, wet and sloppy, grinding into her. His grip on her was so tight that he remained in complete control over both their movements. Despite her best efforts to stifle her sounds, she couldn’t help it. He filled her completely. Each sensation built on the ones before it in the most harrowing torturous way. Each time he slid out was a loss and a promise. Each push in dragged past all the most sensitive parts inside of her. When he was all the way inside he breathed out sharply, brushing his nose against hers.

“Now that’s not so bad is it?” he taunted, sounding just like he did during when he made her redo her potion in its entirely after messing up one tiny thing. When no response came, he gripped her by the chin. “Is it?”

Jarred by his sudden cruelty, she instinctively replied: “No, professor.”

“How does it feel?” And he pushed himself back in to the hilt again. The pace was slow, letting her feel every bit of him.

Gibbons saw his chance: “If she’d rather have a different dick to sit on, she can try mine.”

Bellatrix giggled and others cheered.

“Yeah, pass her around!”

Minoes’ gaze lingered over each of the faces with disbelief and disgust. Some of them were stroking themselves openly. It felt filthy, to be seen like this. As if being ripped from her boyfriend and gifted like an object wasn’t bad enough, they all had to watch. And enjoy it too. Snape’s hips snapped up, hitting her cervix and she yelped, losing her balance and causing her to stumble into his chest.

His grin grew sinister. “Well, love, how does it feel? Do I make you feel good?”

He was the only one who could control her fate. She just had to be brave. To say what he wanted to hear. Another roll of his hips made her whimper, the pleasure making her voice sound breathy and wanton. “Good, professor. I- ah, it feels good.”

“Yes?” he said, voice turning mean, even despite the lust sounding in his words. “Who’s making you feel good?”

Breathy moans tumbled from her as his pace increased. “You- you are making me feel good. Ah- fuck. Please…”

“Please what?”

Tears sprung to her eyes. She just shook her head and pressed her eyes closed. That wouldn’t do. Movements mirroring the cruelty of his words as he pulled her off his dick, standing them both up. She whined pathetically at the loss of his warmth and the emptiness that his cock left behind.

Digging his nails in her back, he whirled her around and bent her over the table, chest to the cold wood. His fingers trailed over her slit, before lining himself up with her hole. As he pushed in, none too gently, he pulled her back by her hair, close to the nape of her neck, as she yelped at the roughness. Her breasts were on full view like this and the hollers were immediate. Facing the lustful Death Eaters like this made her sob through the moans.

“Now this is a show!” said Bellatrix.

“Fuck, you can hear how wet she is,” said another.

One of them stretched out his hands to touch her breasts, but Snape slapped them away.

“No touching, Carrow,” came his stern voice, somehow still authoritative despite his breathlessness. He pulled Minoes close to him and squeezes her breasts from behind as he pounded into her at an increasing pace. Her back arched of its own accord, making him hit the best spots inside of her, clenching around him every time he did.

“You’re doing so well for me,” he mumbled in her ear, getting drunk off the pleasure. Pinching her nipple with one hand, the other moved down her tummy, and rolled her clit between his fingers.

The effect was immediate; her soft moans turned to needy mewls and she clawed at his arms, tugging up the sleeves to find purchase. “Please, please, oh please, professor, don’t- no, oh god please…”

With a sickeningly sweet voice, Snape asked: “Please what? Use your words, love.”

“I’m- I can’t… it’s too much, please…”

The mocked from the table was immediate, laughter and degradation mingling with the sound of skin against skin.

“Little girl can’t take it?”

“She loves his Death Eater cock.”

He shushed her, ignoring the others, pressing sloppy wet kisses in her neck and all over her shoulders. His fingers rubbed her clit in slow but steady circles, making her walls clench around him deliciously. “Miss Haasse, do you want to cum on my cock? Beg for it.”

Next to him, Gibbons spilt his seed with a loud grunt.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Snape moaned, partly to mask the sounds of the audience, “now beg for me.”

“Please, professor- please let me cum.”

He pinched her clit to hear her shriek and buck away from his hand. Her vision went hazy as his fingers soothed over the sting.

“Do you want your professor to cum inside you, love?”

“Yes, please- yes.”

His pace increased. Opposite of them, another Death Eater reached his climax with a blissful expression and filthy grunts. Snape pulled her close to him, her face to the side, nipping at her lips with his teeth, too caught in open mouthed moans to kiss her properly but wanting all her attention on him and him alone.

“Such a sweet girl,” he mumbled, “so polite, so good… Cum for me.”

And she did, with loud, erotic whimpers. Snape too, was close, and fucked her through her orgasm, deep and deeper still, before his hips stilled, grinding against her while all the way in. His lustful moan was similarly delicious, and his eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment in pure bliss. It seemed like the darkness that came to fruition inside him truly served him well.

“Severus, that was wonderful!” said Voldemort, breaking them from their post-orgasm haze. He pulled out of her, turning her around and let her lean her tired body into him. He caged her in his arms, shielding her from the cold with his robes. “What a revel. Truly wonderful. Don’t you all agree?”

Sounds of enjoyment, some cheers and more pleased comments sounded from around the table. Draco’s sobs had long since dried out, now he avoided looking anywhere near his girlfriend. Snape couldn’t stop the smile on his face and pressed a kiss to Minoes’ sweaty temple.

“I assume this concludes the meeting,” he said, back to his usual matter-of-fact tone.

“Of course, of course,” said the Dark Lord, smile in his thin voice, “you two have the rest of your wedding night ahead of you still.”

His words were met with snickers all around, and a soft murmur arose as everyone stood up and got ready to take their leave. Minoes bent down to pick up her clothes on shaky legs.

They were tired, sweaty, in need of a proper shower, but before Snape could apparate away to his home in Spinner’s End, Lucius stopped him to shake his hand.

“I’m glad we could solve this like we have,” he said, as though it was a business transaction. “She certainly seems… adequate. Her family isn’t much, but she’s from a good enough house.”

Snape just nodded. Minoes quickly threw her dress over her head, not bothering with underwear, just wanting to be covered again. Snape wrapped his robe around her shoulders.

There were more comments before they got away.

“If you get tired of her, you know where to find me,” growled Gibbons.

Or Carrow: “Let me know when she gives you a hard time. You gotta keep girls like this in check.”

“I’ll keep it in mind,” Snape said, to placate them. When he looked at the girl at his side, he found her glaring daggers at everyone else.

Once they were at his home, he let her in first, and she took her shoes off by the door. He pulled her close once again when they reached the living room, kissing her forehead.

“You were so brave…” he said. She shook her head, sighing deeply. The silence of the house was nice. Better than the filthy comments, than the hollering, than Bellatrix’ laughter. “I’ll run a hot bath for you. Why don’t you make some tea?”

Tea, yeah, she could do that.

When she sank into the tub, he wasn’t kidding; the water was quite hot. Spots on her hips or shoulders stung from where his nails had dug into her skin. He joined her, setting his mug of steaming tea on the edge. This was the first time she saw him nude. Going for the sponge and one of his homemade soaps, he made a mental note to retrieve the healing salve later.

Folding her arms around her legs, she said the first words since they arrived at his home: “I am glad that it’s you, professor.”

His heart surged in his chest. Putting down the sponge, he intertwined their fingers. “After we’re done in the bath, I’ll make it up to you,” he said. “We can take our time now that no one’s watching.”

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artemisia-black · 2 months

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So I watched the Fantastic Beasts movies thorough as one ‘story’ as opposed to going years between instalments. And being in the comfort of my own home and pausing to pop the kettle on allowed me to pause and digest what I was watching.

I actually think the first movie is watchable albeit at times forgettable.

The second is when it goes off the rails mainly by how it repeated brutalises Women of Colour. I have a meta about how fucked it is that Nagini is a woman and is then kept as a pet by Voldemort. Cut for talk of sexual assult and rape.

The storyline that Lestrange (a white man) forced a Black women into marriage, brutalised her, left her to die in childbirth and then ‘replaced’ her. Serves no narrative purpose and literally makes no sense. How did anyone allow it to happen if she’s also a well connected pureblood? Where were the aurors? That whole storyline makes no sense unless it is just there to use the suffering of WoC as plot motivation. Leta dying to save the Scamanders is this nonsense repackaged within the same film.

Talking of cohersion we are supposed to root for Queenie and Jacob after she puts him under a love spell. She then joins the person who wants to rule muggles because she thinks he will allow her to finally marry Jacob.. Girl what???

Fundamentally FB doesn’t know if it’s a children’s film or if it’s for adults so it falls flat on both the whimsy and magic for children and the politicking for adults.

Why is Grindelwald’s campaign about taking over the muggles when less than 20 years later Voldemort’s is the same thing? It should be different and far more nuanced if they wanted to appeal to adults.

Also Grindelwald and Voldy both having similar ideas means that Dumbledore’s ideas laid the foundation for both wizarding wars?

#fantastic beasts #a hot mess #full of misogynoir #harry potter

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pottahishotasf · 2 years

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Tom Riddle x Reader Summary ▻ You are currently dealing with a situation where you are forced to be married and a confession that seemed to change your point of view. Warning(s) ▻ Tom and Mattheo are brothers because I said so. Tom is still a fucking asshole. Feelings. Denial. Mentions of alcohol and someone being drunk. accidental confession. thank you very much. Okay not all purebloods are related. I have to say this because its disgusting I FUCKING HATE INCEST. Word Count ▻ 800+

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"I do not like her nor do I give a fuck about her." He sneered at Mattheo.

Mattheo on the other hand just stared at him, his face showed his interest to infuriate his brother further and get him to admit the truth - as it already is visible in his actions - that his brother, somehow never thought about.

"One more word about her, I'm gonna feed you to Nagini."

Mattheo stood up without a single sign of fear as Tom is his brother and he knows him very well.

He does care about you, he doesn't even know how to hide it - the lingering gazes, the longing look he has as he gazes at you from afar, the constant stealing glances that he cannot seem to control.

In plain words, he turns into an incredibly clumsy person - or a dimwit should he say - around you.

Arrange marriage. The situation you're currently in.

It wasn't that bad, especially when you both agreed that you can hook up with whomever you please as long as you return home the next morning.

Every time after a party or some kind of an event, the pair of you would have a sit on the small cushion in your room with a glass of champagne or wine on your hands and normally share each of your last night's experience.

Well, he lies.

He'll admit in his past relationships, he had a ton of sex, but he suddenly stopped when he found out he was in an arrange marriage with you.

And all he wanted to do was to do it with you - do everything with you. not just sex, but also those sweet stuff that couples do.

Although, it seems impossible to hear such a thing especially coming from Tom's perspective - he still cannot deny how bad he wants to have that.

The way he'd love to go down on you each time he gets. He has never been this desperate for a woman and it drives him mad.

And that change of behaviour sure did surprise everyone - even his own brother was surprised by this.

Sure, he was still mean and a fucking ass hole but he wasn't the kind like his past - pulling any woman of his choice and fuck them senseless in a room or preferably just use their mouth in a dim lighted corridor like they're just useless things that he could buy or borrow.

And an improvement that Mattheo would like to include that he haven't seen any woman roaming around the Manor after they had sex or no going to the pub without you.

And he always has the same reason for everything "I want to make them proud." And by 'them' their parents.

He was offended when you didn't look interested the first time you were told about the arrangement. You looked at your parents as if they said something that offended you - so he offered the mentioned idea and you were quick to say yes.

***

Mattheo started teasing him about his relationship with you when:

***

One night, you went to a party with all the guest part of the sacred 28 - meaning, you were required to go.

You wore a black dress that night - his favorite - with a pair of heels that seem to match his clothing.

You were forced to greet each and everyone, kindly - while Tom stood beside you, his face full of seriousness that guests wouldn't even dare to glance at his direction. He nudges your shoulder once in a while to stop you from rolling your eyes.

Later that night, a beautiful woman invited you to their room to play "chess" - however, you didn't accept the offer knowing your fiance would get drunk tonight.

Tom is going to be pissed drunk tonight - don't tell him I told you that.

Thanks Mattheo.

No worries.

Mattheo left early not wanting to be responsible of his brother and carry him to the room the pair of you share upstairs.

***

You spotted him sitting - laying on the couch in one of the rooms - he was alone - passed out drunk.

Getting near him you almost gagged from the musky scent of alcohol.

"Bloody fucking hell, you smell like shit." You muttered. "Come on, get up."

Pulling his limp body up, you groaned and thought about how nice it would be to have Mattheo with you right this instant.

"You're definitely a lovely woman to fuck, but I have a fiancé who I like a lot. She'll get mad and kill you before I even can." He slurred.

"What in Merlin's left ball sack are you talking about?"

"Her name is Y/n. She's really pretty - no, beautiful. I still partly hate her though."

You dropped Tom on the bed and chuckled at his confession as he continued "She has a pair of beautiful eyes and her lips - oh her lips - I would kill to just give it a single bloody peck - Shh - don't tell her that."

Mattheo witnessed all of that, as he was just following behind you, just in case you needed an extra hand.

His eyes were wide as just his smile - he discovered that he was right all along.

His brother did like you.

A/n: This is an update because I haven't been posting and yes. I just taught of this and wrote it like a fucking asshole.

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hecatesdelights · 2 months

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Tales of Nagas can be found in Hindu, Buddhist and Jainist legends and in the mythology and folklore of many Southeast Asian peoples.

In Hindu traditions, they are frequently described as chthonic deities, or agents of the Underworld, or being associated with water, especially water that comes from underground.

They live in the netherworld called Patala, which is the beautiful underworld of Hinduism.

They could be a positive or negative force in different tales, but were also portrayed as very clever and enormously powerful. They often stood as guardians, and made ferocious defenders of items the gods had given them to protect.

However outside of their guard duties, their actions tended towards the benevolent, or at least neutral

They could be coldly calculating, but also their tremendous intelligence made them more likely to think before acting, carefully weighing their options and decisions.

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bharatiya-naari-sab-pe-bhaari · 2 years

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In afterlife, Severus Snape and Lily Evans Potter meet.

Snape: *getting up abruptly and looking everywhere wildly*

Lily: *crossing her arms glaring at him* So... you are here finally.

Snape: *squinting into the distance not really giving Lily any attention*

Lily: excuse me! Where are you looking? I'm speaking to you. Look at..

Snape: can you shut up for one fucking second Potter!

Lily: *taken aback* I..I am Lily.

Snape: I can see. I am dead not blind.

Lily: but you just called me Potter.

Snape: you married him

Lily: *glaring again furiously* oh so its back to that again isn't it. When will you stop being a jealous lout Severus. I..

Snape: * standing up smoothly, face impassive and walking away towards the edge to peer down*

Lily: *shocked at being so rudely ignored and follows him angrily* I am speaking to you! What the hell are you..

Snape: shhh! Let me see whether that brainless buffoon managed to kill Voldemort or not.

Lily: yes and about that! How dare you treat my son so harshly! Did you think I would forgive you after the reprehensible behaviour you displayed.

Snape: *wincing seeing McGonagall almost get sliced by a hex but was relieved seeing Harry alive and Nagini dead* oh thank god! The horcruxes are gone. He is fallible now. Now stop dawdling and kill him you idiot Gryffindor.

Lily: *slack jawed in shock at being ignored again*

*Voldemort is killed and Snape throws his arms up like he is crazy*

Snape: YASSS!!!!! DIE YOU VENOMOUS LUNATIC GENOCIDAL MANIACAL EVIL DISGUSTING PIECE OF HORSESHIT! YOU PISS ON HIM LUCIUS! DO IT NOW! Phew... that was not a completely horrible display. *grins like a loon and turns away swiftly ignoring a bewildered Lily Potter to walk into the distance*

Lily: *recovering from shock to angrily stomp behind him* hey! Do you have nothing to say!!!

Snape: No. Nothing to you at the least.

Lily: but you bullied Harry

Snape: get over it.

Lily: you can't just expect me to get over it. I will never forgive you.

Snape: *cocking an eyebrow but not stopping* Did I ask your forgiveness?

Lily: *flabbergasted* but didn't you do all this for me?

Snape: *laughing out loud with genuine amusement colouring his voice* Oh damn! Who told you that honey? That's a load of crap.

Lily: but.. but that's what you said to Dumbledore.

Snape: I needed Dumbledore to trust me enough to let me aid him in defeating Riddle. That coot only understands the language of love. Nothing would move him more than a tragic love story. Foolish sentimental Gryffindor.

Lily: but that doe?

Snape: I can change my patronus at will. Have always been able to.

Lily: you told Harry about me. Gave him your memories.

Snape: as much as I detest that brat I do happen to have a heart. He would have needed a typical cliched reason to accept my help. And of course to clear my name. I didn't just go through all that shit to get villified for eternity. I am a Slytherin after all.

Lily: *stomping madly now* but then why did you do all this?

Snape: *sighing like he is explaining calculus to a two year old* Because it was the right thing to do. And because those idealistic fools couldn't have won the war without me. And also because I detest being manipulated and used. Which Riddle did. I wanted to defeat him. Kill him. In the most humiliating way.

Lily: *meekly* so this nothing for me?

Snape: *looking at her intently* why would you even think that I would sacrifice my life for a hypocrite of a standard less woman who decided to choose the easy way out. Who took me and my friendship for granted and cast me aside like I was a charity case. Who laughed at my pain and humiliation and then shagged my tormentor. Sorry to burst your bubble Lily but the world doesn't revolve around you. Get over yourself. The only feeling I have for you is pity. You were a brilliant bright witch who could have conquered the world if you wanted. But you decided to get married to a juvenile deliquent. All the world will ever remember about you would be that you married James Potter and birthed Harry Potter. Shame...

Lily:

Snape: anyway good bye! Have fun. I have a Headmaster to find.

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Can we all talk about those stupid things JK Rowling said about her books to get more attention?

One of them was that Dumbledore was gay, which is canon but obviously never planned out and obviously thrown in at the last moment to get people to talk about her last book before it came out.

There are others like Wizards shitting anywhere before teleporting said shit away using magic, or how Nagini used to be an Asian woman before being transformed into a snake, or how Hermione’s race never clarified in the book series despite it clearly did, or how the T in Voldemort name is silent.

What’s really funny is she claimed Nagini has always been an Asian woman and how she has been sitting on this fact for 20 years……

That is complete fucking bullshit. If that’s true then she’s a shit writer because there’s no way in hell she was planning on making the prequels at the very beginning.

She also said how Hermione should’ve married Harry instead of Ron despite her LITERALLY WRITING THESE FUCKING BOOKS!

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Through Love And By Love (Pt. 5)

Summary: Twenty-Two years ago, Draco Malfoy used the imperius curse to slow Voldemort’s rise to power. No good deed goes unpunished. Warning: this series contains mature subject matter surrounding use of the imperius curse, reader discretion advised.

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The time comes, Hogwarts is under fire; Harry Potter has been cornered. The death eaters have assembled a battalion on the outskirts of the school. It’s been surrounded by a protection charm, the people inside are prepared to fight.

When Voldemort calls Rosanna and Draco to the front lines, they know it's time. One final decision, one last sacrifice.

"Rosanna, Draco, come." The dark lord purrs, motioning them away from the group, away from Lucius and Narcissa. "I have a rather special task for you."

"Yes, my lord." Draco answers, but as always, Voldemort is fixated on Rosanna.

"You knew the Potter boy. He may still hold affections for you," The noseless man whispers. "There's something I need from inside the school. You are trusted, and therefore, you must get it for me. Draco, would you accompany her? Make sure she doesn’t run into trouble." Or cause it.

"My pleasure." Draco nods, putting a protective arm around her.

"What are we looking for?" Ro asks, shakily.

Voldemort's mouth twists into a grin, "Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem."

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They enter Hogwarts, largely unnoticed, in the chaos. The room of requirement appearing with ease, and they shuffle inside.

Taking a long look around the room, Rosanna sighs, "piece of cake." It’s cluttered from floor to ceiling, wall to wall.

Draco runs his fingers over the plat in her hair, reaching the middle of her back. "You say that like we're in a hurry." He replies, just as sarcastically.

"Wanna tell me what the hell a diadem is?" She takes a step toward the nearest pile of items.

"Tiara," he motions to his head, as if placing a crown.

"Does everybody dump something in here?" Ro scowls, turning over a dark oak box.

"Good a place as any."

"If we find it, we'll need something to destroy it." She reminds him, "I think Harry used some kind of tooth to get rid of the diary?"

"Basilisk fang," Draco's heard the story on more than one occasion. "Can’t easily get our hands on one of those."

"Good thing we have one." Harry says, stepping out of the shadows.

Rosanna turns to her old friend. "Shit, Harry. How long were you standing there?”

"Long enough to be sure you were still you.” Harry half smiles. “S'good to see you, Ro."

Hermione steps around, meeting Rosanna in the middle and holding fast. "Are you alright?"

"Can't complain," Rosanna says, as they finally break apart.

Ron greets her next, "getting a bit round through the middle, don't you think?" He chuckles, squeezing her shoulders. "Might want to lay off the sweets."

"Shut up." Rosanna grins.

"Malfoy's been taking care of you?" Harry approaches last, embracing her for a beat.

"What kind of back handed question is that, Potter?" Draco snarks.

"As much as we’ve all missed your banter, there’s work to do." The pregnant woman reiterates. "We're looking for-"

"Lost diadem of Ravenclaw?" Harry offers.

Rosanna nods.

"Brilliant," Ron says, "you guys are with us then?"

"For now, Weaslebee." Draco replies.

The group spreads out to cover more ground.

"What will happen if you don't return with it?" Hermione pulls another chair from the pile.

"Nothing good." Malfoy grumbles. "Is this the last one then? Horcrux?"

"That and his snake." Harry can hear the diadem hissing, like the other horcruxes, they must be getting close.

"If we play our cards right, we could still get close enough." Rosanna gnaws the inside of her cheek. "Kill Nagini."

"Then you'll be killed, awful idea, Ro." Hermione chastises.

"I've accepted the fact that I'm probably gonna die." Rosanna confesses, still searching through the odds and ends.

"Hey, no one's dying tonight but him." Ron replies, with fierce determination. "We didn't come this far to lose it all now."

Draco and Harry are silent in their work, Harry understands that Rosanna is onto something. He is also in acceptance of his own untimely demise.

Draco on the other hand, is still tempted to take Ro and run. Let the chips fall where they may. He has enough stashed away, they could live comfortably, some place no one would look for them.

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They destroy the diadem and head their separate ways.

Rosanna and Draco coming across a death eater standing over a disarmed Fred Weasley. It isn’t anyone they recognize, only the higher ups were invited to meetings at Malfoy Manner.

Rosanna deals the woman a confundus charm.

"Thanks, Ro." Fred says, collecting his wand.

"Don't mention it," she taps his arm. Still his kid brother's annoying friend, who shows up to eat on major holidays. "Seriously, I’m not supposed to be here."

The red head zips his lips with a grin.

Navigating the castle, with Rosanna one week short of her due date, is a nightmare. However most woman go over the nine month mark, which is a comfort to both them.

"Everything's gone to shit." Draco bites out. His dark mark has gone from twinging, to outright burning. Voldemort is attempting to summon him. "It's time we get you out of here."

"Draco," Rosanna grabs his elbow. "I can't leave."

"You've chosen a side, you've helped find the diadem, seen it destroyed. Potter is a shoe in." Draco wants, more than anything, to just take her. Hating him be damned, so long as she's alive to hate him.

Unbidden, Voldemort's voice pierces the veil of their minds to deliver a message. They have one hour to hand Harry over, or he will take him by force, killing anyone who stands in the way.

"We have to find Harry." Ro says, as soon as Voldemort stops crooning in her ears.

"Potter told you to keep away from him until the time is right; until the end. If the dark lord catches wind that we've helped him-"

"He's gonna give himself up." If Harry dies, they lose.

"Granger and Weasley will sort it out. Strictly from a strategic stand point; there are times you must to lose the battle, to win the war. If there is part of the prophecy you must still answer, you must survive long enough to answer it." Draco reasons, tucking her safely behind a nearby pillar.

"Draco... I don't want to die. I don't want you to die. But more than that, I know I can't live in a world where Voldemort is in power. I can't bring a child into it. I'm sorry if that's selfish." The words leave an awful taste in her mouth, but she means them; to the core of her being.

"You're not selfish." Draco murmurs, sick to his stomach.

"Then why are you looking at me like that?" She whispers, clearly her words upset him.

"Because I am." He runs his knuckles over her jawline. "I want you to live, more than I want him die." Draco confesses.

Rosanna sighs, wrapping her arms around him. "Stay with me, till the end?"

Draco nods, desperately returning the embrace. Burying his nose in her hair, taking all of her in; and then letting all of her go.

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"Harry Potter is dead," Voldemort announces.

The mass of death eaters behind him rejoice. Hagrid is among them, restrained by a rope necklace, held in several different directions. Harry's limp body in his arms.

"From now on, you put your faith in me." Voldemort smiles, proudly. "Those who wish to join me, declare yourselves. Those who are unwilling, prepare to meet your end."

Draco's fingers twitch against Rosanna's, maybe if he holds her tight enough...maybe if he just loves her enough, he can keep her safe.

"Draco," Lucius hisses, extending his hand. "Come on, don't be foolish."

"Sweetheart." Narcissa chimes in, when he make no move to join them.

Where you go, I go.

And no one moves.

"Insolent fools! Can’t you see? You’ve already lost.” Voldemort shouts, sending a curse their way. It ricochets off the wand Draco is wielding, a replacement for he one he’d given Harry back at the manor.

Voldemort begins to laugh, the death eaters join in his hysteria.

It's no secret that Draco isn't the strongest wizard, despite his pure blood heritage. He's never been as skilled as Rosanna, who could cast nonverbal spells. Draco himself is shocked.

"I'd like to say something." Neville limps forward from the group, delivering a speech that will not soon be forgotten. Ending with him drawing the sword of Gryffindor from the sorting hat.

Harry flops, like a fish, onto the cement at Hagrid's feet.

This is it. This is their chance.

"Potter!" Draco calls, tossing his wand.

Voldemort fires a string of curses Harry's way, causing the walls to crumble around him.

"Get inside the castle!" McGonagall instructs the still cheering students.

Harry Potter is alive.

"Are you ok?" Rosanna demands, tugging at Draco's sleeve as they rush past the door frame.

"I'm fine, are you alright?” He counters.

“Yeah,” Rosanna tries to catch her breath, as they continue their brisk pace farther into the castle.

"We need to sort out what to do about wands. We only have yours, if we run into trouble-"

"If?" A voice from behind Draco startles him.

"What are you doing here?" Draco demands of his father, Narcissa beside him.

"My son and grandchild are in danger, where else would I be?" Lucius asks, in a clipped tone.

"But you-"

"Not everything is black and white." Draco's father reminds him.

"I suppose it's not, Lucius." A tall, raven haired, man says. Wand poised at his former ally. "Didn’t take you for a traitor. A sniveling coward perhaps, but never a traitor."

The death eaters lock in a duel.

"We need to find Nagini." Rosanna insists. Hermione and Ron were looking for the snake too; before they got separated in the crowd.

"Go," Narcissa nods, "we'll hold them off as best we can."

Draco exchanges a look with his mother. "Thank you."

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They spot Nagini on the staircase, slithering toward the courtyard.

"I've gotta get closer." Rosanna says, taking the stairs as fast as her legs allow.

"Come again?" Draco growls, keeping her pace.

"Cover me." She insists, stuffing her wand into his hand; leaving him to tend the two death eaters that follow them.

"You have no wand." Draco turns his back to her reluctantly, blocking a spell. "Nine months bloody pregnant." He tosses his own hex as he scolds her. "And you want to get closer to the giant snake?"

It is possible to channel magic without a wand, but that is advance spell casting, far beyond anything they’d been taught in school.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Rosanna says, with conviction, and for a solid second, Nagini is suspended in midair; before plummeting back onto the staircase, with a sickening thud.

"Rosanna, I swear-" Draco is cut off, as the man to his right narrowly misses Rosanna with the killing curse. The green light hitting Nagini instead. Unfortunately, the snake cannot be so easily killed. "She is," expelliarmus, "a piece," stupefy, "of work," crucio. "But she is my piece of work." Avada Kedavra.

"Didn't think you had it in you." The remaining man chuckles, "your father never had the stomach."

"I'm not my father." Draco doesn't owe anymore explanation.

"Wingardium Leviosa," Rosanna tries a second time. The snake is pulled back toward her, snapping at her face, before being whirled up into the air. Her entire body trembling with the effort. Unlike using a wand as a conduit, she herself has become the vessel through which the magic is harnessed.

"Ro!" Ron calls, racing down the stairs, past Draco, with Hermione in tow.

"Tell me you’ve still got the tooth." Rosanna replies.

"How are you doing that without a wand?" Hermione asks. Few wizards or witches can perform wandless magic that reaches their desired outcome.

"Not very well," Rosanna can feel herself weakening.

"We've got it from here." Ron assures her, leading the snake away.

Rosanna collapses as the spell is broken, falling unceremoniously onto her ass.

"Don't move." Draco warns, finishing off the older man, before joining her. "You can't do that to me. I couldn't get to you, if something would've happened, there was nothing I could do."

"I'm sorry." She understands, if roles were reversed she'd be pissed too.

Draco checks her over, throughly. "You look like hell."

"Thanks," she huffs a laugh.

"Bloodshot eyes, ghostly pale, your lips have no color." Draco presses two fingers to the pulse point at her neck. "Weakened pulse, heavy eyelids. You're going to faint, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I think so." Rosanna relaxes into him.

He chuckles, stroking hairs away from her clammy forehead. “That is what being a hero gets you. Sweaty and unconscious on a staircase.”

"Is she dead?" Narcissa sees the girl cradled in his lap, making a beeline for her son. "Draco is she-"

"Don't sound so concerned mother, she's merely over exerted herself." Draco tells her and his father.

"I'm fine." Rosanna argues, pitifully.

"You look like hell." Lucius gasps, taking a good look at the girl.

"I'm aware." She rolls her eyes, and the world goes black.

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Rosanna comes to at the Manor, now in a pale blue cap sleeve night gown. The room is still, Draco in the arm chair, his head resting on the bed beside her. She passes a hand over his hair, not wanting to disturb him, but needing him to know she's there.

He shifts, lifting his head to see her.

"How long was I out?" She asks, tentatively.

"Nearly a day." Now Draco looks like hell.

"You ok?" Ro asks.

"Mhm." He hums, low in his throat.

"No, you’re not." She knows him.

"What gave me away?" Draco raises his brows.

"It rolls off you in waves." Rosanna notes.

His jaw ticks, "I've never been good hiding it, not with you anyway. But I suspect you know that."

She nods.

"I love you more than I should." He says, turning his gaze out the window. "Surely it's not supposed to feel like this."

"How does it feel?" She frowns.

"Like it'll kill me...like I can't live without it;" he lets out a shaky breath, "without you."

"I don't know what it's 'supposed' to feel like." She purses her lips. "But I can tell you, that's exactly what loving you feels like."

Draco climbs into the bed. Tangling their legs, her head resting on his chest, fingers carding her strawberry blonde locks. "Stay with me forever.”

"Where you go, I go." Ro presses a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

"Let me up a minute," he taps her shoulder. "I understand that diamonds are traditional," his voice is slightly muffled, as he shuffles through the bedside table for the box. "Seeing as we're hardly traditional-" He turns back to her. "Sapphires represent faithfulness and sincerity."

The box springs open, revealing a beautiful, deep blue, pear shaped, sapphire ring with a diamond halo.

Rosanna is speechless.

"You'd like a diamond..." Draco trails off.

"No, Draco, I love it." Rosanna shakes her head, extending a hand to him.

He slides the ring onto her left finger, pressing his lips to it.

Rosanna holds her hand at arms length, between them. "What do you think?"

"Perfect."

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Labor sneaks up on Rosanna. It’s fast and slow. Everything happens all at once, or seemingly nothing happens at all.

She is nervous and wishes her mother could be there, but Draco is more than enough. Supporting her, making her comfortable; assuring her that she can do this, every time it feels like she can’t.

Narcissa returns with Rosanna’s mother, just in time to meet their granddaughter.

The moment the tiny baby draws breath, the sacred twenty-eight pure blood families, become the sacred twenty-seven. Just as importantly, not a single person in the room cares.

"Good job, baby, good job." Dixie leans down to kiss her daughter's head.

"Oh my god," Rosanna sobs, as the squealing infant is placed on her chest. "Hi honey, hi."

Draco is still in shock, frozen behind her. He doesn't dare move, for fear he might come out of his skin.

"It's a girl," the midwife says, in disbelief. Ten generations of Malfoy, never a single girl.

"She's beautiful, sweetheart. Well done." Narcissa says, after a long pause, stroking Rosanna's sweat damp hair, affectionately.

"She?” Rosanna can't believe her ears. “Are you sure?"

"That's right, my darling girl, you have a daughter. Draco," Narcissa turns her eyes to her son, who still has his arms twined almost too tightly around Rosanna. "It's alright." She assures him, "you can let go now."

Draco tentatively moves a hand to the baby in her arms.

She's covered by a thin blanket, through the blood, he can see hair peeking through.

“Lots of light hair, just like Daddy.”

Immediately he's moved to tears, chin resting on Rosanna's shoulder.

She turns her head to kiss his cheek. "Doing ok back there?"

"Perfect." There's so much more he wants to say, but he can't find the words.

Ro relaxes, into the crook of Draco's shoulder. "I still like Leo.”

He presses his lips to her temple. "Leo it is." Draco agrees.

The older women begin trickling out of the room, leaving the couple and their daughter to rest.

Lucius and Rosanna’s father are waiting, impatiently at the end of the hall. Lucius springs to his feet, from the arm chair, at the sound of approaching footsteps. “Why was the midwife holding out on pain potions? You'd have thought she was being tortured up there."

"Rosanna's fine," Narcissa assures him, "sleeping."

"And the baby?" Archer asks, his foot bouncing on the wood floor.

"Beautiful, a little girl." Dixie tells her husband, feeling herself choke up a bit.

"A girl," Lucius' lips twitch. "Does my granddaughter have a name?"

"She's not yours," Archer seethes.

"I've just as much claim to her as you do." Lucius squares his shoulders, indignantly. "Draco fathered her."

"Under duress!" Archer moves to stand. "Soon as she's awake, I'm taking my daughter home."

"What about Rosanna? What about what she wants?" Narcissa asks.

"You think you know what Ro wants?" Dixie cuts her off. "I've only raised her from birth, but go ahead and tell me what she wants."

"She wants to be with Draco, with their daughter. She wants to be a proper family and to-"

"To what?" Archer bites out.

"To finish school... she misses quidditch, she wants to be with her friends. Believe it or not, I care a great deal for your Rosanna. She's not what I imagined for our son, or even what I wanted, but she's what he needs." She draws in a breath. "It's a fool’s errand, trying to keep them apart."

“She’s coming home with us.”

"Rosanna’s of age." Lucius points out. "You have no hold on her."

"The hell I don't, she's my little girl!" Archer lunges at him. "My baby, not yours!"

"I am sorry for what's happened, but it cannot be undone." Narcissa says, staring down at the floor.

Lucius hopes to be a better Grandfather, than he was a father. Maybe he and Draco could still make amends. "We must set aside whatever animosity there is between us, and do right by our children. Do right by their daughter."

"Leo," Dixie tells him, extending an olive branch, against her better judgement. "Her name is Leo."

Part 6

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