#plus wasn’t lucius dating another guy??
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did i miss something?? why is everyone shipping lucius and izzy????
#there was literally no chemistry#i just don’t see it#plus wasn’t lucius dating another guy??#and im pretty sure izzy is homophobic#ofmd#ofmd s2#ofmd season 2#our flag means death season 2#our flag means death#izzy hands#lucius spriggs
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Draco x Slytherin!reader
This is the last part of my Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!reader. Thank you so much for all the support. I really appreciate it! My requests are open! So if you have something in mind, just ask me and I’ll make the best out of it! I hope you guys enjoy the last part. I have another series coming sooner or later, so stay tuned haha.
Warnings: smut, swearing
“I’m home!”
You yelled through the empty dark corridors of your house. No response. You put your luggage on the floor and removed your coat.
“Mother? Father?”
You yelled out again, trying to catch their attention. All of a sudden your house elf appeared next to you.
“Good evening, Ms. Y/L/N. Let me carry your bags to your room.”
He said. You looked down at him.
“Thank you. Do you know where my parents are?”
You asked while removing your scarf and hanging it up beside your coat.
“They’re in the living room, miss.”
You nodded and started walking towards the living room. You realised that your house looked even more gloomy and dark than before. Plus the Christmas decorations were no where to be found. Your mother would always persuade your father to decorate at least a little. Why not this year? You stepped into the living room seeing your mother and father both engulfed in each of their newspapers.
“Hello.”
You said as you walked over to the sofa opposite of their armchairs.
“Oh there you are.”
Your mother said folding the newspaper and getting up from her chair.
“We have a lot to do until tomorrow, Y/N. How come you’re so late?”
You looked at her with a confused look.
“I always arrive at this time.”
She rolled her eyes and grabbed your arm pulling you out of the room.
“What is happening?”
You said walking behind her. She pulled you into the bathroom and gave you a towel.
“Shower, I’ll tell you all about it afterwards.”
She said before she disappeared out the door. You sighed. The warm water hit you as you felt all your muscles relax. “Good girl”. You thought about how Draco had treated you the last time the two of you were together. How the water had been exactly this temperature when he pushed you to the ground, slamming into your mouth. Stop. He’s bad. He’s a bad bloke. You can’t be thinking about him like this. It was a one time thing. Or a two time thing at least. But you couldn’t help yourself but think about what it would feel like for him to thrust into you pussy. Enough. You turned the water off, getting out of the shower. He’s not worth the thought. He’s probably not even that good in bed. Oh, be he definitely is. No man could make you feel as good as he did, and that was just with his fingers. Fuck. Stop it, seriously. You put on your bathrobe and walked out the bathroom. You found you mother now sitting at the kitchen table, having your house elf show her multiple dresses of yours.
“Mum, can I please ask what the hell you’re doing?”
She looked at you with an ecstatic look.
“We’re celebrating Christmas with the Malfoy’s this year! Isn’t that exciting?!”
She said. You looked at her in fear.
“Eh what?”
“They’re having this grand party at the manor. We’re staying there over the holidays.”
Your jaw dropped. No, this could not be happening. You could not celebrate Christmas with them?! They’re bland rich people with their heads too far up their own ass. To be fair, that was what your parents were as well. But you weren’t like that. You sighed.
“Do I have to?”
She hit you in the arm.
“Don’t be silly, it’ll be fun.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Regardless, I’m trying to pic out what dress you should be wearing. My personal favourite is obviously the blue one. She pointed to the grand blue dress that laid over the table. It was beautiful, but it would swallow you up, making you look tiny. Plus it was really out dated and looked like something your mother would’ve worn in her earlier days.
“Absolutely not. Plus blue isn’t even a Christmas colour.”
She looked at you like she was offended.
“Alright then, you pick one.”
You looked at the many options your mother had pulled out. You grabbed the red velvet dress. It was tight fitting, with a deep v neck and a high slit. Music to your ears.
“Y/N, please. You’re going to give everyone a heart attack.”
“That’s the plan.”
The two of you giggled.
You sighed as your carriage got closer and closer to Malfoy Manor. Your father looked at you.
“Sit up straight, Y/N.”
He said. You sighed even more before doing as he said.
“And smile. You’re not getting a boyfriend by frowning.”
You rolled your eyes and decided to frown even more. He was about to call you out on it, but you were interrupted by the carriage stopping and someone opening up the door. Your father walked out first. Then your mother and then you. Your parents grabbed each other’s hands putting on a smile for the many other people. You walked by their side, not wanting to smile, especially not after your fathers comment. The three of you walked up to the big entrance where three familiar faces were standing. You hadn’t personally seen Lucius and Narcissa since you were a child. Not wanting to meet them, due to their god complex and exceptional annoyingness.
“Good evening, mr and mrs. Y/L/N. It’s an honour to have you here tonight.”
Lucius said while shaking your parents hands, before he looked over at you. His eyes widened as he looked you up and down.
“Oh my, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you ms. Y/L/N. You’ve become a woman.”
He said as he grabbed your hand shaking it as well.
“I guess.”
You answered. Your father gave you a death glare at the fact that you didn’t answer him politely.
“Welcome in, I hope you have a nice evening.”
He said before moving to the side so you could walk in. You looked at Draco, who was smirking like crazy. You ignored him and just kept walking.
The party was dull. Pansy nor Daphne was there, which made it even more dull. You sat by the big buffet table. Eating and small talk with a few people was all you did that night. You decided to walk out on the balcony that was swaying over the big garden. The dark garden always looked good in moonshine. Plus you needed some air. You heard the door open behind you.
“Another night, another gorgeous look from you darling.”
You heard as a blonde boy approached you. You looked to your side as he stopped beside you.
“Hello to you too.”
He smiled and put his hands in the pockets of his all black suit. He was clearly freezing.
“I saw you talking to Zabini again.”
He said, his eyes not leaving yours. You shook your head and laughed. Remembering the small talk Zabini had tried to make with you earlier that night. Mostly about how beautiful you were and how much he’d appreciate it if the two of you got together.
“Wow, you really are jealous.”
“What if I am?”
He answered quickly. You looked out into the night again.
“You must be pretty stupid then.”
He leaned on the railing, trying to see more of your face.
“Why’s that?”
You smiled to yourself.
“I’ve told you Malfoy, I’ll never be yours.”
He snickered.
“Don’t say that too quickly now, darling.”
You looked at him again, now moving your entire body to the side.
“Why?”
He smirked and looked you up and down before leaning back up to face you.
“I know you’ve already fallen head over heals for me.”
You crossed your arms and rested your backside against the railing.
“You wish.”
You said with confidence. You could tell he didn’t have a comeback as you could literally hear the crickets in the garden. The silence lasted for some time.
“What if I wanted to date you?”
He said all of a sudden.
“What about it?”
You said as he walked in front of you, locking you to the railing as he placed an arm on each side of your body.
“Would you want to?”
You giggled at first, thinking it was a joke. But you realised that he was serious. His eyes were as serious as ever. His face was so close, your foreheads were neatly touching. You smirked lightly at him. Before leaning over and kissing his neck, trailing your way up to his ear. Once you reached his ear you kissed it before whispering.
“Convince me.”
You ducked under his arm and walked over to the door. Leaving him alone on the poorly illuminated balcony.
You laid in the huge majestic bed in one of the spare rooms in the manor. It’s the room you always slept in while staying there as a child. You yawned as you turned to a new page in the book you were reading. Somebody knocked on your door.
“Come in!”
You yelled, putting the book on the nightstand beside you. The door opened and you saw your mother’s head poking through the small opening.
“Good night, Y/N. Sleep well.”
She briefly said before closing the door. You looked at the clock, it was actually getting quite late. You stepped out of bed grabbing the duvet and wrapping it around your half naked body. As you were only wearing your knickers. You tip toed through the room to close the open window. You heard the door open behind you, you turned around thinking it was your mother again. But it wasn’t her. It was Draco. You tightened the grip around the duvet, making sure he didn’t see anything.
“What are you doing in my room?”
You said obnoxiously as he closed the door. He looked you up and down as you walked closer towards him, trying to get back to the bed. He stopped you before you could get to it.
“I believe this is my house, which makes every room my room.”
You rolled your eyes at him as you tried to push past him.
“For Merlins sake Malfoy, could you move out of the way?”
You said, tired of his mocking. He grabbed your waist pulling you closer to him. Your faces were close.
“I’m not here to simply tease you, Y/N. I’ve been thinking of how to please you, and how to ‘convince you’ all night. And I don’t know...”
“Stop, just kiss me you fool.”
You interrupted him and kissed him yourself. You dropped the duvet and felt the cold air hit almost every inch of your skin. He quickly kissed back, making the kiss more passionate by the minute. The two of you wobbled over to the bed without disconnecting your lips. He pushed you down on the bed, releasing you from his grip and his kiss. You watched as he took off his shirt, before bowing down and kissing you again. Crawling over you. Your bodies moved in sync. Fitting perfect together.
“I want you, now.”
He breathily said between kisses. He pushed himself off you again. Straddling you as he pulled down your knickers. You lifted your body slightly of the bed so he were able to slide them down. You fingered the hem of his trousers as he tossed your underwear away. He smirked down at you.
“Do you want it, darling?”
He asked. You licked your lips and nodded.
“Tell me how much you want it.”
He said as he held your hand, making sure you weren’t pulling his trousers off yet.
“Please, fuck me! Draco I’m begging you, I’ve been dying to feel you inside me!”
You whimpered as he stood up from the bed to pull his trousers down. Once they were tossed away just like your underwear, he towered over you again. He slid his hand trough your folds, making you jump at the sudden contact.
“So wet already.”
He murmured, before slamming his entire length into you. You gasped as you felt him filling you up completely. He gave you little to no time to adjust to his size, before starting to pace in and out of you. Moans were falling from both of your lips as the speed just got quicker and quicker.
“You’re so fucking tight.”
He groaned as his hand traveled down your stomach and onto your clit, rubbing small circles. You became a mess under him, grabbing his back and making large red marks with your nails. You repeatedly shouted his name, not caring if anyone heard the two of you. Not caring if you lost your dignity. The way he made you feel was like heaven and hell at the same time. It was perfect. No one had ever known how to make you feel this good.
“You’re mine right? I’m the only one that gets to have you like this?”
He lowly said in your ear.
“Yes!”
You said back as he looked into your eyes. Feeling the knot in your stomach grow larger and larger. Soon wanting to let go. You rolled your eyes to the back of your head, but he quickly grabbed your neck. Making you look at him again.
“Look at me while I fuck you, Y/N.”
You didn’t dare to look away, not even if you wanted to.
“Draco, I’m gonna cum.”
You said as you felt yourself coming close to an end. He smirked.
“Cum for me, cum on my cock.”
You did as he said, and you felt him cum inside you moments later. He got off you laying down beside you. Neither of you said anything as you curled up into his chest. You took his hand and started to study it. You studied the ring he was wearing.
“Are you always this quiet after sex?”
He asked. You just giggled slightly. It got quiet for some time.
“So, have you made up your mind yet?”
He said again.
“The answer is yes.”
You could hear him smile.
“Really? Was I that good?”
You looked up at him.
“Yes, I’m this quiet after sex. Not yes to being your girlfriend.”
You said and laughed. He rolled his eyes before laughing along.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
The two of you laughed more, before falling asleep in each other’s arms.
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#draco malfoy x female reader#draco x slytherin!reader#draco malfoy x y/n#draco malfoy x slytherin#Draco Malfoy#draco malfoy smut#Draco#draco x reader#draco malfoy fanfiction#draco malfoy#harry potter universe#harry potter fanfiction
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Upcoming Requests
As I promised, I’m popping on to post a list of all my requests I’m doing. I know I have asks and messages, but I’m not going to go through them right now, but I appreciate all your support everyone. I’m not tagging people who requested until it’s posted because most of these are anons. Please like and reblog this, just so others are aware of what I’m doing, and comment which pieces you’re looking forward to the most! It’s a LONG list, so I’m adding a read more option. I’m not posting these in any order, that’s just how they’re listed.
Also check out my writing challenge in my bio!
Requests:
Bellamy Blake:
Can you do a Bellamy x reader? which takes place in season 3 with the chips that take away their pain. The reader is going through something and wants to take it but Bellamy stops them? Love your writing and don’t care about the haters!
Hi! It’s me again. I’ve got this BellamyxReader idea where the reader has become more and more reckless, and when she kills someone she doesn’t even flinch. Everyone’s worried, especially Bellamy. When they get to restrain chipped-Raven and they’re taking shifts to check on her. While it’s the reader’s turn, Raven says something that makes her snap. I have 2 ideas for the end: either the readers goes out and points a gun to her head or she points it to Raven. Either way, Bellamy stops her. (I was thinking that maybe no one knows about it and that the reader’s been keeping it under control with the meds Kane managed to give her before she was sent to earth with the 100 (maybe she could be Kane’s daughter).Then, when Jaha started chipping everyone, ALIE ordered someone to steal her meds and she didn’t really want to tell anyone about the missing meds. She started to go through the maniac phase of it, and people around her (Bellamy, Clarke) started to notice that something was off Then, coming back to my original request lol, Raven told her that they stole their meds to mess with her and you can connect it with the rest of my other request)
Hi there, I was wondering if i could request an angsty/fluffy S5 Bellamy fic based on the song “Hesitate” by the Jonas Brothers? Thank you ☺❤
Is it possible to get a bellamy one-shot or something based on the song “I hate you, I love you” by gnash and olivia o’brien? I’m not really picky (at all) by what the plot is, but I feel like it’s a good song to write a fic about, thanks girlie 💜 ~ Posted!
Okay soooo I have this on my mind for aawhile!Are you able to do a Bellamy Blake x plus size (if you want) reader imagine based on the song “Don’t wanna fall in love” by KYLE… if you want though!
Hi! I have a request What about a Bellamy x Reader based on the song Happy Pills by Weathers?
Would you be willing to do a Bell x Reader based on the song ALARM by Anne-Marie? Maybe something in season 1, but you can decide a different season if it’s easier☺
Your song fics are so goooddddd! Can you PLEASE do one based on If the World was Ending? Its by JP Saxe and Julia Michaels. Can it be a lot of angst and maybe a cute ending if it works? Thank you!!!!!
Hi!! I love your work! I was wondering if you could write a Bellamy x reader based on the song Hot Girl Bummer by blackbear! Thank you ❤️ have a nice day!
Could you maybe do something Season 1 Bellamy where he's tough and lets everybody "do whatever the hell they want" but he's bossier to you and you're a rebellious spirit but he's actually being hard on you because he really really likes you and he doesn't want anything to happen to you (he's bossy in a roundabout way so he makes sure you get dinner and are safe and stuff) and maybe something happens and she gets hurt cause she's mad at him and he admits his feelings for her? Sassy and sweet?
Sirius Black:
hello! can i request an imagine in which reader is Lucius’ little sister, so she has a bad reputation among the marauders, but on their last year, her and Sirius are supposed to work on a project together so they start spending more time together and he realises that she’s not like her family at all, so they start developing feelings for each other? maybe they even kiss in the end? hehe. thanks!
Hey sweets! I was wondering if I could request a oneshot with young!Sirius please? Something with a lot of mutual pining? Also if the reader could be in Ravenclaw that would be really nice :) Thanks anyways 💓
can i request an extremely fluffy (floof upon floof) and wholesome fic with sirius? :’) thank you
Could you please write a Sirius x reader where the reader is a Gryffindor but is very quiet and cold and Sirius tries to get closer to her?
Hey! I saw that your requests for the marauders were open. I would like to request a Sirius oneshot where he has a crush on reader who is super sassy and will not give him time of the day. He is a bit sad and so maybe James takes it upon himself to get them together? Maybe as a bonus they help July get together too? Thankyou 😍
Hey! How are you? Thanks to Seira I discovered you were writing for the marauders! So I was thinking could you right something on the marauders (Sirius x reader) were it’s full moon and they’re in the muggle world. Moony is stuck in the middle of a village, there is a lot of muggle around him so the reader (who is an animagus too since she’s a marauder) save him but finish hurt by a villager so Sirius protect her and carry her away? I hope it’s understandable and sorry if my English is bad :)
Barry Allen:
Hiii! One last request before you close them! Maybe a Barry Allen x reader where the reader has got “dark” powers? I picture her like Billie Eilish in her music video “Bury a Friend”. I don��t know if I explained it clearly 😂
James Potter:
I really love your works on Harry Potter (basically marauders) Can I request 14, 16, 18, 23, 28 for James Potter. Can reader be Remus' twin sister, a Gryffindor? I I would be really happy to read it. Also if possible can you make a happy ending for it? I trust you can write a perfect fic! Thank you:) (are you still open to this kind of requests?)~ Posted!
could u maybe work on a lil james potter fic (cus ur reqs for him are open)? one where he's trying so hard to get a girl in the quidditch team (but she's bolder than he is so she tells him she'll only join if he goes on a date w her) i thought it'd be pretty cool... thank u
I don't know if you are taking one shot requests but if you are, I would like to request a James Potter x reader (different houses, not specified) where they enter a Hogwarts Couples Baking Challenge and they're just having fun. Thanks!
Remus Lupin:
Hi!!! Could I get a gender neutral!reader x Remus?? Something with mutual pining maybe?? Also I would love if the reader is in hufflepuff!! Thank you!!!
Hey! Can I request a oneshot with Remus where he likes reader who is Lily's best friend and us smarter than her too and is also a prefect? He asks for her help to study and accidentally confesses his feelings at the same time/or confesses during one of their prefect rounds? Thankyou!
can i request some angst for younger remus where it's a couple days after the full moon and he looks for the reader so they can cuddle (they're already dating) and he finds them kissing another guy, and he asks reader why and the readers like "i dont want you anymore, i love this guy, blah blah blah" and he's heart broken but later somehow reader's friend finds out the guy gave them a love potion and fixes it, and reader has to try to explain to Remus that it's what happened but he doesn't (1/2) believe her, and it's all angsty because he's mad at her but in the end he understands or something like that, and i am SO sorry that this is so long, and i love love love your writing~ Posted!
John Murphy:
I think 18 by 1D would be such a cute song for Murphy! I saw your requests were open for him (THANK GOD because your writing is incredible!) and I was hoping you wouldn’t mind? Thanks love!
John Murphy with a reader that got her arm or leg or both taken on earth and it’s about her recovering and John helping her. If you can’t do John then sorry for bothering!!
Undecided:
I wasn't going to ask this because I already requested something (believe me when I say I read the moment I knew lots of times already), but just trying it won't hurt me, right? (right? 😭) I need something based on lover of mine by 5sos it can be bellamy, sirius, james, remus or bucky, whoever you think would fit better. thank you for putting up with my shit 🤧 love you tons - 🍑 (Undecided because I haven’t figured out who to write for yet, I think it might be Bucky)
So this is hella randombut can u do a eli goree x reader ship. Eli played wells on the 100 and mad dog on riverdale btw. Anyway can it be were your also famous actor and played in the 100 and riverdale ect and u guys are playing a game on the jimy falon show and your picking random QUITIONS from a dec of cards abd most of them are things having to fo with ur friend ship (u guys are like bestfriends and everybody ships u2) reader picks random card that says I asked you out would you say yes? (Undecided because my requests aren’t open for Eli and I’ve never written for an actor before, but I kinda wanna write this despite my requests not for him. So idk yet. Question: If I do write this, do you Eli to say yes? and do you want them together? No promises on writing it, but send me an ask and let me know please.)
#Request list#todo#Requests closed#send asks#bellamy blake x reader#Sirius black x reader#barry allen x reader#remus lupin x reader#james potter x reader#bucky barnes x reader#let me know which ones yall are waiting for#I came i posted imma leave
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we will split the gatherings (day 10)
A/N: @obxmermaid this is day 10, this is gonna be where both the readers parents and dracos dad meet the young couple for seperate dinners or so we think. full of twists and of course turns. here is another pile of word vomit. so sorry about the word vomit.
pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader
prompt: visiting relatives
tags: none that i can think of
mentioning @obxmermaid & @sweetness47
25 days of hogwarts
the events of this story take place after hogwarts finds out about yours and Draco’s relationship. after you both had spiked nog at the three broomsticks, after those events it seemed appropriate to set dates to meet with both yours and draco’s parents and introduce you guys as a couple to them.
after sending a fire message to your parents they said they would meet you over the break in london to have dinner. you didnt tell them about draco, you wanted it to be a surprise.
Draco got a response from his father that said leaky cauldron, 3pm dont be late and your mother will not be joining us.
that was it it was all set. one day would be your parents, the next day draco’s father. draco knew why his mother wasnt gonna make it but you and Draco talked to Minerva and got permission to use flue system to get to london for the day. told her you both would be back the next evening.
she agreed and released you both to use the flue, to meet with your parents first in london. you walked through the streets holding on to the arm of your loving boyfriend.
YN: im so nervous...
Draco: love, everything will be fine. please dont worry too much bout this... alright we go in, have dinner with them, talk with them, then we will head to stay at the 3 broomsticks for the night and meet my father tomorrow afternoon and use flue to get back to hogwarts right after that.
YN: i hope that this goes well cause this is going to make things easy for us. by that i mean if our parents bless our being together we could be married right out of hogwarts... or ya know at least living together. where would you.. ya know...
Draco turns you to face him as you both stop walking.
Draco: i will be happy anywhere you are, you have my heart, you hold it in your hands. i dont care what my father or anyone says i belong with you as you belong with me. these jewelry pieces proove that no matter what we blong with each other and thats what matters. we make our own destiny and we have to seize the moment. so lets go in and have this dinner and then head to diagon alley to shop round before we head back to hogwarts.
YN: that sounds perfect.
you set it up, you walked in holding Draco’s arm and a waitress approached you.
waitress: may i help you?
YN: we are part of a party of 4, its under YLN
the lady looks at her tablet for a moment before grabbing 2 menus and leading you and Draco to a booth near the fountain and a semi-secluded area. you watched the look on your parents faces when you approached with draco at your side.
draco took your coat and hung it on the nearby coat rack the same one your parents stuff was on. thats when your mom and you stood up and you hugged her to which she returned the hug, your father approached you next with another hug.
laura (your mom): its good to see you daughter we have missed you.
yn: its been a long time mother...
Dillon (your father) : I trust daughter that you have a perfect explanation as to why you did not mention that you were bringing a male to this dinner. Where's Hermione?
Yn: father mother this man beside me is my boyfriend Draco Malfoy. Hermione couldn't come anyway she had divination. We came here to introduce us as a couple and we wish to ask for your blessing. It's a long story.
Laura: it's very nice to meet you Draco. Daughter please tell us the story of how your relationship came to be. We would love to hear this. Wouldn't we Dillon?
Dillon stares at Draco for a moment before his eyes go wide and he reaches for his wand.
Dillon: his father and mother are supports of he who must not be named. How can you sit here with us and act like everything is alright.
Yn: father he is nothing like his parents. I saved him from his parents.
your father looks at you in complete shock.
Dillon: YN have you lost your mind. his parents are followers of you know who and they will not rest till the will of him is done. what is to stop this boy from switching to the dark side and killing you. what makes him different and worthy of your love.
YN: cause he is my soulmate. i hid this from you guys for almost 2 years cause i knew how you would react. so what you would rather me marry some snobby pureblood jerk. i gave Draco my heart, he has my heart and my love dad. im beginning to think this dinner was a bad idea.
Laura takes your hand, you takes draco’s, Laura takes Dillons, together you and Draco show your parents the love the bond between you both to make them see that this union is not going away.
once the connection is broken, your father breaks into tears. he now realizes what you both have been through the sneaking around, the lying, the rivalry rouse, telling your friends, confessing this to the entire student body plus the professors at the feast, the laughter, the passion, the gifts of recent.
Laura: my my its happened. he is your soulmate darling...
YN: yes he is, and it took us almost our entire eduation to realize it. when the professors found out we were confronted by our main teachers and the headmaster but we were given their blessing to bring our relationship into the light cause Dumbledore saw the love we had for eachother. we didnt bother hiding it from them after we confessed. I'm so sorry I hid this from you guys. I wanted to tell you but I was sure that we would not have a civilized dinner or conversation if I had been blunt about it and not approached this with caution.
Laura: I guess I have my choice made... What about you Dillon?
Dillon had to think about this, for he knew that if he didn't give his blessing you would never ever ever forgive him for that. But if he did he would gain a son-in-law that would keep his little girl safe.
Dillon was about to speak when a magic barrier appeared inside the restaurant, you all readied your wands just in case. None of you knew what this was but it was a good thing that no muggles could see this cause you 4 were in the magic section.
Thats when lucius and narcissa malfoy walked into the restaurant, and up to your table.
Draco: mother, father. What are you doing here?
Lucius: i had a feeling about why you wanted to meet, so i tracked you here. Who are these people and why is there a brat attached to your arm boy.
Dillon: why dont you grab some manners malfoy?
Lucius: ah dillon still running around living among the non magic folk in these streets.shocking.
Dillon: i was just about to guve these children my blessing... they are in a relationship.
Lucius and narcissa both took haste in pulling out their wands. Aiming them for you ans draco.
Narcissa: draco, lets get out of here and away from these people. So you can fill the purpose that the dark lord has for you.
Draco: never. I'm not going anywhere with you guys and i do not serve he who must not be named.
You smiled as you kept one hand attached to Draco and one hand pointing your wand defensively at his parents. Your parents then stood in front of you both then and there between you and Draco and his parents.
Laura: you both are treading on dangerous ground. Leave now or give them your blessing. There is no need for this to get ugly.
Lucius: I have a better idea.
He takes his wand and points it at you.
Lucius: either you both stand down or I kill your brat.
Draco: you won't harm any of us again today..
With the wave of his wand you Draco Laura and Dillon all disappear in a cloud of smoke. Only to land in olivanders wand shop. Your parents cloaked all of you.
Dillon: draco you just saved our lives. You both have my blessing. Now I assume that the plan is for you both to finish school first.
Yn: yes and we are gonna work very hard to make sure that we both graduate and make sure that no harm comes to any of us.
Laura: and how are we gonna feeling after that mess of a dinner.
Yn: honestly not sure how I'm feeling I'm just happy we are all OK. It wasn't easy though seeing them taunt you guys and Draco like that. I wanted to use some of the dangerous non vocal spells that I know on them but I didn't for our safety and that of the people around us.
Laura was by your side at that moment so was Dillon they surrounded you and Draco putting a cloak on you both that hides you both from any evil thing.
Laura: now we have to go tell the ministry what just happened with Draco’s parents we wont speak about you 2 but you might want to speak with cornielius sometime soon. But we will be in touch soon.
Your parents both disappeared after hugs were exchanged. This left you and Draco in diagon alley in olivanders.
Draco: your still shaking love.
Yn: I thought I was gonna loose you.
Draco: that's not gonna happen. your not gonna loose me ever.. the ring and the necklace are like promises that one day in our lifetime in our near future we will be married and this will serve as a forever reminder of our love.
that was quite the day to be had. this was the most excitement of their entire relationship. but the journey isnt over yet
~to be continued~
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A new home, chapter 1
It was the third of October 1998 and Harry sat alone in the deserted potion classroom. He didn’t even have to try to picture the scene that should been playing in front of his eyes, it was there: Snape wandering around them, his eyes unreadable as they watch them brew, Hermione biting her lips in focus while Ron would be mumbling to his cauldron. Zabini and Malfoy would be working without talking; only glancing at Parkinson’s potion from time to time to correct something he would later repeat to Ron. As always, the lesson would end up when Seamus blew something up. He had learned new ways of making things explode and never failed to help Neville escape Snape’s animosity.
But not today.
Today Harry was sitting alone at his desk, letting his fingers feel the old wooden table as he wonders what happened to them.
Not many people he knew went back to Hogwarts. The Patil sisters were taking their classes from home, he heard, and Cho’s family had moved away. Hannah told him that Ernie had joined the Auror Training Program while Finch-Fletchley had temporarily left the Wizarding World for a year at Eton. None of the Slytherin he knew seemed to be there either. But hopefully, his best friends were still by his side. He still had Neville, Dean, Seamus, Ron and Hermione with him. His heart missed Ginny and Luna. They were supposed to be here too, but he hadn’t seen them since they took a Portkey to Brazil after Fred’s funeral.
“You ok Harry?
-Oh, I hadn’t heard you come in.
-I’m sorry, I didn’t want to bother you.
-No no, it’s fine Nev, you can stay. I was just, you know, thinking. It’s been kinda weird lately.
-Hogwarts will never be the same, not for us.
-I’d hope you’re wrong.” Harry shrugged. “but it feels true. Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home. It doesn’t feel like home anymore. When, when I came back here, the very first time I saw the castle from the platform, it felt like home. But home isn’t a place, right Neville, it’s its people. And our people, I don’t know where they are anymore, but it isn’t there.
-Harry, I have something to tell you…
-You’re leaving, too, that’s it? I know you’re taking some NEWT next week. I saw your book.
-I’m… I’m going to have a baby.”
***
30th April, 98.
I broke up with him today. I couldn’t tell him about the baby. About our baby. He’s already suffering too much, between Ombrage, Snape and the Carrows. His friends and him are still resisting, still fighting. If I tell him about the baby… I’m afraid he would try to protect me and risk his own life in the process. He has become so brave lately. I never thought I could fall for him. But here am I. Seventeen and pregnant with his child. Sweet Merlin. What have I done?
I know it’s too late to do something about it. If I go back to Mrs Pomfrey and tell her I changed my mind... for a week or two, maybe she’ll send to St Mungo and… and I wouldn’t be pregnant anymore.
Is it wrong that I don’t want to? That I want this baby to live even if I don’t know in which world they will grow in? If Voldemort wins the war… I’m a pure blood, and he’s, too. Maybe we can survive his reign of terror. But he would never stop fighting, will he? Even if we run away… He would try to fight for a better world; he would say things like “our child deserves the world I’m fighting for”. And he would be right. But then, he would die, and my baby would never know his father.
If only I could tell someone… but mom and dad would kill me/ and him. And my friends would never understand… I’m not even sure that we’re friends anymore anyway. We’re barely talking anymore. Everything in this castle is slowly rotting and smelling like death. We haven’t heard about Harry for months. I guess he ran away with Hermione and Ronald, making babies in France.
But what if Voldemort loses? If he loses, I would have deprived my child of a wonderful father. If said father wants him. I can’t picture him rejecting us, but… he’s not used to them as I am now. If I tell him for the baby and he rejects me…
Stop, enough thoughts for today. Time to go to sleep.
I really like Alice, if it’s a girl. Just like his mom.
I’m gonna make it out alive for you.
And I’ll tell dad. You just have to be patient.
***
Harry stood up, silent, as Neville’s words reached his brain. He was going to have a baby. A baby. Neville was going to have a baby and he didn’t have a single clue on who was the mother. Neville was going to have a baby. Neville had had sex with someone. Neville who, not so long ago was waltzing on its own after the Yule ball was going to have a baby. Neville who never dated anyone expect Ginny at the Yule ball was going to have a baby.
“How?” was somehow the only word his brain could manage.
“I’ve met this girl while you were um, hunting, and I don’t know how but we end up dating and now she’s pregnant. It wasn’t planned, but she’s almost here, so I have no other choice but to leave school. I talked to Professor McGonnagal before summer and that’s why I’m only studying herbology ten hours a day, six days out of seven. Once I have my NEWT I have a job at a flower shop. It won’t be easy, but my granny isn’t pleased with the new and hasn’t planned on helping me financially. She said she’ll help me with the practical things such as how to change a diaper and how to hold a baby but I need money to feed the baby and buy said diaper and so I need a job and
-Neville Neville stop please! You’re going to die if you don’t breath!
-It’s a little bit overwhelming.
-A little bit, yeah. Just breath for a few secs, okay?
-I don’t have a few secs! She’s due for early November!
-She?
-Yes, she.” Neville smiled, nodding. “A little girl. A watermelon sized baby girl. But that’s all I know! I just know she’s watermelon sized! And that she’ll be Scorpio. Why would I care about her muggle astrologic zodiac? I’m going to have a baby in a month Harry! A baby! I don’t know anything about baby! Or about anything in general. I’m just a kid, I’m not supposed to have a kid on my own, not now. I’m not even able to keep an eye on a toad! So a baby! I’m gonna make her fall or forget her in the bath or the train or
-I’ll help you! Neville, I’ll help you! I promise. You won’t be alone. You won’t be alone and it’s gonna be okay. Do you hear me, Neville Longbottom? You won’t be alone. Now breath. You’re gonna be a great dad, ok? Say it, you’re gonna be a great dad.
-I’m gonna be a great dad.
-Again.
-I’m gonna be a great dad.
-Does anyone except your grandmother and Professor McGonnagal know about him?
-Her parents and bestfriends.
-Are they supportive?
-They kicked her out of their home. She’s staying at her best friend’s place until we gather enough money to rent a flat.
-Shit I’m sorry… Do you… Are you guys together?
-Yes, since last year. But no one knew… Harry, you have to promise me you won’t be mad…
-Why would I? You haven’t get Ginny pregnant, right? Neville, you haven’t get Ginny pregnant?
-No no no! Plus you were together back then! I wouldn’t have!
-Geez. Then, who’s the girl?
-Promise you won’t be mad.
-You’re scaring me. But okay, I promise.
-I’m with Pansy Parkinson.
***
Pansy was lying on the bed, facing the world outside of the window. It has been days, and she hadn’t said a word.
“Pansy… Talk to me, please…”
The silence treatment wasn’t new. She had always made up walls to protect herself, and those walls had always needed silent. Ordinarily, he would have given her some space and time to deal with whatever she had to deal with; waiting patiently until she felt ready to open up. But now wasn’t ordinarily, they didn’t have time. The Aurors would show up sooner than later.
“Pansy…” he whispers again, afraid to speak out loud; afraid of his own voice in the silence of the Manor. “I’m here.” He climbed on the bed and snuggled against her, hiding his face in her long dark hair, twisting their hands. “I love you Pans. No matter what’s going on on your head, and no matter what’s going to happen, I love you.” “I love you” he repeated, when he felt her closing the gap between their bodies. “and I will always love you.
-I love you too, Draco.” She finally whispered back, raising their linked hands to her lips. She was crying.
The moon was high when a thud noise woke them up. Eyes opened in the dark and hearts beating fast, they heard Narcissa high pitched scream.
“The Aurors.” Draco finally realised, quickly rising from the bed and running to the door, trying to lock them in. It hasn’t been another nightmare; the sounds were real, they were real. And Pansy wasn’t moving. “Pansy, you have to Apparate to Blaise’s. Follow the plan, Pans’, move! You have to go! Now! Apparate!
-Come with me!
-I can’t! Come on Pansy, go! Please, I beg you! They can’t find you there! You haven’t done anything for Him, they can’t find you here! Move, please!
-Draco…” Her body stayed still as she turned her head toward the window, catched by the numerous Lumos coming from the gardens.
“Draco! Draco son! Come downstairs now!” they heard Lucius call. He was giving them time, it was nearly too late.
“Pansy! Go away!
-I’m pregnant Dray.” She croaked, finally turning her gaze to him.
“What?
-I’m pregnant!
-You’re pregnant!
-Draco! Downstairs now! They won’t hurt you!” his father’s voice was nearer, and he swears he could hear people run up the stairs.
-Oh Sweet Salazar Pansy! Should I congratulate you?
-Could you?
-Is the father good to you? Does he love you?” he hurried, hope blowing in his chest.
“He told me so, but I broke up with him, it’s Neville, I was so scared and now I fucked up everything and
-Draco! Out! Now!
-Draco!” His mother’s voice echoed.
“Get back to him. Apparate to Blaise and get back to him. They will take care of you. I love you Pans, now go! Please, for the child, leave now!
-I love you too, Draco!” she cried in a loud crack as the door behind Draco’s back began to tremble.
***
Harry stood silence, shocked, for the second time in less than fifteen minutes. The mother was Pansy Parkinson. Pansy fucking Parkinson.
The girl who tried to held him to the Voldemort.
It just couldn’t be true.
“Harry, please, say something.
-Pansy Parkinson?
-She’s really nice, when you get to know her.
-When did you get to know her? How the fuck did you get to know her?! Last time I saw her she tried to get me killed! And now you’re telling me she’s pregnant? That you got her pregnant? If this is some kind of a joke, it’s a really lame one.
-I’m not joking, Harry. I’m dating her since last December.
-Last December.
-We had detention together at Flich’s. She had hex a Carrow, to avenge a girl he had hit.
-And a good action is enough to buy back a past of pettiness and cruelty?
-She’s not cruel.
-So we agree on petty.
-Harry…
-She tried to get me killed; I have the right to call her petty.
-She didn’t want to, she
-She wanted me to die. She wanted me to surrender when an army was standing outside of our walls, Nev’. She was the reason why all Slytherins ended up in the dungeon instead of in the battlefield, fighting with us. She betrayed us.
-She was trying to save her baby. My baby.
-By having all of us killed?
-It was a really stupid plan.
-Indeed.
-She’s sorry. She’s really sorry. She threatened you to make sure our child will live whatever side win! If we had lost that day, I’d be dead and she’ll be raising our child in a convent. If we had lost and she had run to my side, Voldemort would have killed her too.
-She’s a Slytherin, a Pureblood, Malfoy’s bestfriend, if we had lost and she’d stayed silent, she’d have been safe. There was no need to send me to Voldemort.
-She could’ve hexed you. She’s brilliant, you know? She could’ve hexed you and carry you out herself, but she didn’t even try.
-Bless her.
-Harry. I’m trying to tell you that she isn’t the mean girl you think she is! And even if she’s been, she’s not anymore. And she wasn’t anymore when I talk to her for the first time last year. Believe me Harry. Believe in my judgment. Have I ever been something else than a friend to you? Have I ever been unworthy of our trust?
-Neville…
-Just try, Harry. Promise me you’ll try.”
Harry paused for a few seconds, inhaling deeply before nodding toward his friend. “If I found out she’s still that sneaky little bitch, I’ll rip her heart out.
-Harry, she’s my baby’s mom.
-I swear to Godric, don’t say that again or I’ll puke on your shoes.
-Duly noted.
-And, Neville.” Harry called out as his friend walked out the door. “I still love you.”
***
T,
I don’t know if my owl will reach you before they do. They broke into MM last night. I checked the news at dawn, they’re taking them to A. G has been taken too. I haven’t read about you, I hope you’re safe.
P is safe. Terrified, but safe.
We’ll meet where it had all begun when the week is over.
B.
***
“Come on, Ron, you promised me you’ll help me!
-But I promised Harry we’ll play tonight, sorry!” Ron lied as they got into the common room.
“Is it true, Harry?
-Huh?
-You arranged a game tonight?
-huh, yeah, sure. Wanna join?
-I got my DADA essay and
-Have you ever played Quidditch Hermione? I’ve never seen you.
-I’d rather watch than play.
-You never tried?” Ron, apparently stunned by the new, stopped dead on his track. “How come?
-Neville never had, either.” She tried when she spotted the boy reading by the fireplace.
“Neville what?
-You never played Quidditch, right?
-I almost die the first time I got on a broom for the recall.
-Long time ago, come on, we’re playing tonight!
-I still don’t want to die.
-Nev be fun for once! You’re acting more hermionish that Hermione herself!
-Hermionish?
-He’s practically dating his books.
-At least they’re not trying to break his neck.
-Lovebirds, lovebirds, please be quiet.” Seamus asked, climbing on the couch. “We’re not going to study tonight, but we’re not gonna play Quidditch either. Tonight we celebrate!
-Dean, get your leprechaun under control, for once.” Harry teased as said leprechaun stand still on the couch, arms open to the ceiling.
“Wait for the final.
-oh my, what’s going to explode?”
Dean raised his eyebrows, trying to contain a smile as Colin came running into the Eight Year common room, glass bottles in his hands, screaming I got them!I got them! to Seamus.
“I fear for my life.” He whispered as Seamus began to shake vigorously one of them.
“And I fear for mine.” he smiled, not taking his eyes away from his lover. “I fear for mine.
-You all know by now how amazing Dean is, right?” People cheered as Dean hide his face in his hands, making Ron and Cormac whistled louder.
“He’s not going to propose, right?
-He better not.”
“Well, Minnie knows it too! She asked him to do a mural on the courtyard; he’s gonna paint for Hogwarts! He’s gonna paint History!
-Mate! Congratulations!
-Come here, love, they wanna hear it from you!”
“Wow. That was pretty intense for a Thursday night.” Harry enthused, back in their shared dormitory. The party was slowly fading now that they had retired upstairs, but they didn’t really care. The new has been shared and the sparkling wine drank. Life still had happiness to offer them, they knew it; they were still teens, they remembered it. But their need to celebrate every little glimpse of happiness came from a dark place within their heart, and they knew now not to live harder than they felt.
“Congrats mate. That’s fucking brilliant.
-Seamus makes it seems far greater than it is, you know.
-McGonnagal asked you to paint the Second Wizarding War and honour the fallen, Dean. That isn’t anything. Your work is going to be there for decades! Harry’s right, it’s fucking brilliant!
-It’s just…” Dean sighed, suddenly looking away, searching something in the darkness of the night.
“It’s okay. We’re okay now.” Seamus reminded him, leaving Neville’s Wizards and Witches cards to get to his side. “It’s over now.” He said, trying to keep his voice low and steady as he kissed his boyfriend’s temple. “We’re okay.” He repeated a last time, snuggling himself against him.
“It’s just…”he began again, gripping Seamus a little bit closer. “It reminds me of Luna. When we were in the Malfoy’s cellar, we used to paint on the walls. Malfoy had found out and started bringing us pigmented coal. That’s all we did for weeks. Paint with our fingers on dirty walls.
-But there wasn’t light.” Ron objected, slightly shivering at the memory of Hermione’s screams. “We couldn’t see much down there.
-I never said it was pretty. But it did keep us sane. And hopeful. And, and that what I want this mural to be, you know. I don’t want to paint what happened. I don’t want to paint the snatchers chasing us, Fudge lying to us or even the Goblet of Fire. I don’t want to paint Wood and his guys flying over Hogwarts at the start of the battle, I don’t want to paint the statues jumping down of their pillar. I don’t want to paint you, Neville, taking out Godric’s sword. I don’t want the pain, anger and madness we all felt to flourish on Hogwarts’s walls. I only want to draw the hope. But how can I do it now? Half of our friends hadn’t come back. Luna and Ginny … Sometimes, I don’t even know where to look to find hope. I know I’ll be happy. I’ve got you, I’ve got Seam, but… there’s something still missing, you know? I’d hoped for this day to come, all of us in our dorm, and now that it’s here, I just don’t know.” He paused, shaking his head. “I don’t know.
-I- I know what I hope for.” Neville started tentatively as no one seemed to be ready to talk. “I- I… I have hope in a better world. I hope my kids would grow in a better world than the one we grew into. We still have a lot to do, that’s for sure. We still need to heal and rebuilt our lives. But we also have to stay aware of our own bias and fight the pain that’s making us blind; cause we’ll all have to find within us the strength to forgive those who try to redeem themselves, and it will takes time, but I believe in it.
Dean, I don’t know how it could’ve felt in the cellar, but the hope you hold on to, I’ve felt it. I had the hope to see a day where we’d be all reunited; alive, safe and happy. I’ve endured the Carrows because I believed in victory, I believed in peace and in a better world. You haven’t lost hope. You accepted McGonnagal offer because you believe in a future where students would learn about the war we made without worrying about how frail peace could be. You don’t want to paint pain and suffering because you have this hope that their world would let them be carefree and happy. And that day will come. But for the next decades, kids will get to Hogwarts and learn about how they lose members of their families. And they’ll go to the courtyard and look up to your artwork and they’ll see what they died for, they’ll see why they kept fighting until the end. And that will pass from generation to generation: there’s some good in this world and it’s worth dying for. That what I hope for, a world which learn from his mistake and never try to forget. A world where this war could’ve never happened.
-A world where a little Draco Malfoy would be shaking hand with a little Harry Potter.” Dean asked, trying to smile behind his tears.
“In the world Neville’s talking about, my son could befriend his.” Harry nodded before slowly walking toward his friend. “I’m sorry for what I said.” He whispered before embracing the father to be.
***
If someone had ever asked Blaise Zabini what colour does he despite the most, he would have probably answered red; red as the Gryffindor beanie he was actually wearing to be precise. Turning the page of his newspaper, he couldn’t stop himself from laughing: wearing the Saviour’s colour has been the only logical choice he made when he planned to meet the son of a Death Eater in King Cross. The Aurors were patrolling everywhere, looking for allies of the Dark Wizard, and Muggle one has been given pictures of the fugitives. If he wasn’t amongst them and came back to the house alive, then he would consider himself lucky. Otherwise, stupid would be perfectly suiting.
10h58. With a deep breath, Blaise stood up and, checking conscientiously his surroundings, stride toward platform 93/4. The entire plan was stupid. He didn’t even know if Theo had read his owl. Letters were still opened daily, and a coded one could have been considered dubious. And even if he got it, who said he’d be coming? They had never been great friends. The risk was too high. Anyone could be an Auror, or a muggle Auror. Who knew what does a muggle Auror looked like?
10h59. He still had a few seconds. Breathing in and out, he pretended to lace his shoes, giving time for the weird looking guy to pass.
At 11h, he had crossed the wall and stood alone on the platform.
“Shit shit shit…” he mumbled, searching for a hint of a human being. Theo wasn’t there. No one was there. He’s been pathetic, thinking his plan has the smallest chance of succeed. When the week is over could have meant Sunday and not Monday and where it had all begun how fucking precise!
At 11h02, he decided that he would leave the station at 05. Here he was the easiest target of the whole United Kingdom. There were cameras everywhere in the muggle part of the station; his beanie and an atrocious muggle jumper wouldn’t be a sufficient disguise if the authorities were really working hand in hand to capture every witches and wizards suspected of being linked to Voldemort. And he was sure to be on the list.
11h03. He shouldn’t have stayed with Draco after he took the Mark. He shouldn’t have started to talk to Theo when Draco did. He should have been there for Draco before he took the Mark in the first place. Should have forced him to leave his home when his wonky father got out of Azkaban. Should have run away to France when Voldemort had return. Mistakes on mistakes, that’s what he’s done with his last two years.
11h04. Something caught his eyes. A raven had landed on the platform, eyeing him. Did raven could eye people? Clenching his fist, he took a deep breath and decided that those last sixty seconds could get screwed. If this wasn’t a normal raven…
“Croa.”
Blaise heart achingly stopped in his chest as the raven start croaking again, as it jumped to face him. He couldn’t make a step without the damned bird croaking at him, coming nearer.
“Croa.” The bird repeated, opening his wings, as others came flying above them.
“Petrificus Totalus!” He shouted. The raven fell to the ground, petrified, soon followed by another, and a third one until all the birds were left lifeless. “What have I done?” he asked himself in horror as he finally lowered his wand. Around him, circling him, were dozen of raven, draining from their blood. The fall has been lethal. He stumbled and felt his entire body react to the ferric smell filling his nostrils. He couldn’t stay there. The scattered feathers, the blood dripping on the ground, it was a slaughter. Feeling his stomach constrict again, he started running until he crossed the wall. He had to get away from there as quickly as possible. He had to leave King Cross before anyone found out the mess he made. He had to be home when the entire Auror department would be deployed, looking for the dark wizard who just performed a sinister ritual. He needed a plan. He needed to breathe. He needed to puke. But a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him behind the pillar with force before he could even try to steady himself. Panic invaded him as he fell his own body hit the bricks, suddenly blind to the world surrounding him. It’s over he cannot helped fearing as a hand covered hastily his mouth.
***
“Having trouble sleeping?” Harry asked as he found his best friend playing wizarding chess at 2 am in the empty common room.
“Can’t sleep. You? Nightmares again?
-Again.
-Wanna play?
-I dunno, I
-Just sit. I’ll play for you.”
Harry grinned slightly before curling himself in the sofa, accio-ing a plaid. The warmth and roaring blaze of the fire was comforting, extracting him from the numbness of the woods. Being with Ron had always helped him feel better. The Weasley had always made him feel safe; at home.
“You know, I’ve been thinking about what Dean told us tonight.
-The mural?
-Hope.
-Oh.
-Do you think that’s why Ginny hasn’t come back yet? Because she’d lost hope in her future here?
-You think she has?
-She said she’ll be back for school. Mom said she’s send a postcard on the 4th, to tell us not to worry. But how can I not? She’s my baby sis…”
***
It was almost midnight when Pansy finally gave up and cast a shy lumos, blowing out the candles. Their flickering light was freaking her out more than lighting anything anyway and she couldn’t stand the strange shadows crawling around the shack they were hidden in. Blaise hadn’t come back yet, and the knots in her stomach grew tighter and tighter with every cracked and squeaked from the wooden planks. Outside, the wind was slamming branches against the windows, or what was left of them and she could feel the air coming in. It wasn’t a night to be left alone.
Plus it wasn’t on the plan. Blaise was supposed to meet Theo at 11, and then they were supposed to come to the hutch. Blaise was gone for more than fourteen hours now; it couldn’t be good. Something had happened.
Something happened to Blaise.
Something happened to Blaise; too.
He has been taken by the Aurors, or maybe the Muggle ones. Did they still torture people in the non-wizarding world?
Or maybe someone recognised him and hexed him; leaving him bleeding to death in an alley. By now he was probably in St Mungo, lying unnamed in the mortuary.
She heard him cry before they left his house. She knew something happened before they went into the woods. He had read something in the Prophet and had burned the papers before she could see it. Draco was probably dying somewhere in Azkaban and now they were taking Blaise, too…
And she would never know if they were still alive.
And she would die in there, alone and terrified.
She would let herself die in there if he didn’t come back. She would never be able to survive on her own. She would never be able to leave the shack and get through the woods.
No, no, no, she would. She shook her head, trying to dispel the thoughts running freely inside of her mind, before her eyes. She couldn’t let herself lose hope now. She had to stay strong and keep moving. She couldn’t collapse. Maybe Blaise has been taken; maybe King Cross has been guarded. Maybe they were looking for Theo and they had taken them both. But with or without them, she had to stay strong for her baby. She had agreed to stay in there because she feared for the little thing, but she still was Pansy fucking Parkinson by Salazar! She’d find another plan, and she’d stay strong; it was in her DNA.
If he hadn’t come back by the morning, she’ll stocktake their food and supplies and keep waiting as long as she could. Thereafter she’ll hide in a convent and finds out a way to rent an owl to reach for Neville. Then, and if he doesn’t throw her away, he’ll help her fight for them and get them out of Azkaban.
Yes, that was a good plan; a good backup plan; because Blaise was coming back.
He was coming back.
***
Harry woke up to the sound of Hermione’s chuckle. He had fallen asleep on the couch with Ron, again. That was becoming to feel like an old habit. Ron’s thoughts were too loud at night, preventing sleep to release him from their reality; and he hadn’t stop making nightmares since he went back from the dead. They ended up wandering in the Burrow at ungodly hours before finally sitting back down on the couch, figuring out they were no point in keeping pretending. Dusk didn’t felt like a blessing for them as it did for Hermione. But dawn did. Dawn was when he’d wake up to a snoring Ron and realise he had taken his glasses off before they fell to the floor and covered him so he won’t get cold. Dawn was when he would take his cover off, and put them on Ron, so he could get warm before waking up. Dawn was when he felt the happiest to still be alive.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, his voice croaking, as he rest his chin on the back of the sofa, looking toward the form of his best friend walking down the stairs.
“Seamus.” Dean answered, coming behind her. “He bet he could make something explode during breakfast and Hermione bet he couldn’t wait until then.
-And I win! He blew up his toothpaste, Harry! His toothpaste!”
Entering their shared bathroom, Harry couldn’t help but wonder how did his friend ended up being a magical TNT detonator: there was dentifrice up to the ceiling.
“You should’ve seen Seamus’s face.” Neville smiled awkwardly behind him. “Not only did he burst his own, but ours too! And he doesn’t even know how! I swear he’s gonna blow up the castle someday!
-He kinda already has.
-Yeah, right. Talking about, I- I wanted to thank you, for yesterday. For understanding.
-Would you, would you like to tell me more about her? How you met and how she was? Cause it feels like I don’t know this girl you fell for, and. I mean, if she’s important for you, then she’s for me.”
“As I told you, we met in detention.” Neville began to recount as they walked toward the lake. “At first I didn’t wanted to talk to her but … Filch locked us up for six hours so … we began to talk.
***
“You ain’t catching me Longbottom!” she shouted, five stairs ahead. “You’re too slow!
-You’re defying me?
-Only stating the obvious!”
Neville shook his head in disbelief: he really was chasing Pansy Parkinson down, racing to the boathouse. And he was enjoying it. His heart was beating fast and he couldn’t stop smiling. Somehow he’d felt for her. He couldn’t tell if he fell for her bravery as she stood for first years or if it was her eyes sparkling with mischiefs when she looked at him. Maybe it was the way she laughs, bright and loud, unashamed to still feel joy or the way she walked, chin up and deadly glares to those who insult her and her friends. Falling for her hadn’t meant being blind or forgetful of their shared past, it had meant caring enough for her to open up and reveal who she really was behind the mask.
“Got you!” she smirked as she grabbed him by his robe, pulling him close.
“Yeah, you got me.” He smiled back, leaning toward her. Her smell had the power to shut down his brain, just as much as her red lips.
“You know, no one ever goes into the boathouse.
-Yeah?
-Yeah. So you can kiss me.
-Do you want to?
-Yes.” She answered, closing her eyes as she felt Neville’s lips on hers.
Falling for him has been easy, but admitting it hasn’t. Neville wasn’t supposed to be her type. She always had crushes on people like Draco, Hermione or even Ginny; strong people who knew what they wanted and were able to fight for it. She hadn’t planned Neville was one of them. He had grown into a man far different from the little boy she thought he was, and it was he delight to discover him, she had to admit. His bravery and obstinacy toward a better world has been a surprise for her who had never given him a second thought, but his kindness and candor weren’t, and she was glad to realise he hadn’t lost them on the way.
“Maybe you could kiss me again?” she whispered as Neville broke their kiss. “If you wanted to…
-I’d love to.” He grinned, taking her hand. “And maybe we could be more than friends…
-Like best friends?” she asked, playfully.
The glitters in her gaze were back, and Neville felt his heart melt in his chest. “Like lovers.” He corrected, wondering where his fearlessness came from.
“I’d like it.” she said, her eyes in his. She wasn’t smiling anymore, but he couldn’t see it, as he was mesmerised by something in her iris. “If you promise not to fry my brain.
-Only if you don’t break my heart.”
***
Christmas was coming. The twelves Christmas trees glowed in the halls as garlands glittered in every common room. The Castle was literally sparkling from inside out. But sitting in front of the hearth, a wreath in her laps, Pansy felt empty. The burst of joy usually inhabiting her wasn’t there; for the first time since kindergarden, she wasn’t going to spend Christmas Eve at Malfoy Manor.
Sitting in the middle of her common room, she could only feel the emptiness inside her. Draco hadn’t come back in September and his absence seemed to fill the air, now more than before. He had stopped sending her letters since mid-October and she couldn’t help thinking it had something to do with the rumours she heard in the late whispered talks saying that the Dark Lord was living with them.
“Pans, you comin? McGonnagal’s not gonna wait forever.”
The December’s trip to Hogsmeade has always been her favourite; snow battles, Christmas shopping, Honey Dukes and Daphne’s atrocious seasonal jumpers were like inevitable glimpse of Heaven in her eyes. Saying that Pansy Parkinson loved winter would only be an understatement; she practically lived for it. But when her friends started throwing snowballs at each other she slowed down, creating space between them. When Theo and Blaise decided to make a halt in Tomes and Scrolls, she followed Daphne around, heartlessly.
“Are you alright sweetie?” the blond finally asked as they passed a choir. “You’re surprisingly silent. And distant.
-I’m just not in the mood. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to ruin your day out.
-You’re not ruining anything; I’m just worried.
-You don’t have to. I’ll meet you guys later at the Three Broomsticks if that’s okay? I’d like to stay alone a little bit.
-You know you can talk to me, right?
-Don’t worry, ‘kay? I’ll meet you there.
-Pinkie promise?
-Whatever you want.” She shook her head, offering her finger to her friend. “I can’t believe you still believe in this.
-But I do. I’ll be in there, if you change your mind.” She added, pointing toward a Christmas charms shop across the street.
In other circumstances, she would have gladly crossed the street with her friend. And she’d probably have deal with her best friend absence by buying him one of those Christmas tree decorations he loved so much. But in those circumstances, it was too must to ask. So she turned her heels and began to walk away from the village, toward the little hill overlooking the Shrieking Shack. And there she was, looking at the odd house from afar when a familiar voice called her name. She didn’t had to turn away to know Neville was coming closer, she could hear his footstep on the fresh snow.
“Hey… Are you okay?” he queried as he stood beside her.
You know, at first I was impress by her attitude. We were all slowly losing our composure, finally understanding what was really happening at Hogwarts, between the absence of all muggleborn and half the half-blood, the punishments of the Carrows, Filch’s adoration for Ombrage old teaching methods and the curriculum itself. I thought my world was tumbling down. But there she was, proud and reckless, spelling and hexing, standing up to us, as if she was born for it. Yes, I was more than impress. I was heels over head before the first snow. And only then did she let me get to know her more… deeply. She opened up and showed me her cracks, and I couldn’t but love her more at how strong she was for standing up when her base was all flickering. For months she’s tortured herself for having Death Eaters children as friends. Only the Greengrass girl wasn’t one. And I know what you must be thinking Harry, birds of a feather flock together, but it was terrorising her. For nights she couldn’t sleep, overthinking about it. Maybe she was petty, and maybe she sometimes acted out of “cruelty”, I would stay stupidity, but she never believed in all that pureblood superiority bullshit. She’s been raised to believe in certain things and she was only presented to other children raised to believe in those same things, but she finally chose to question all of it, because it never fully made sense for her. For her it was as if someone had just ripped off her eyelids. She’s been taught not to see any of it, and suddenly, it was everywhere. She was torn apart between her love for her family and friends and what she was discovering about them, wondering if she could still love them, wondering if she should cut those ties or try to rip off their eyelids. She was constantly feeling like a failure, feeling fake. I’m not trying to make you pity her, I just want you to know she has always been far more than what she made herself appears to be. She needed people to believe she was… how should I say it? Complete? Solid? I don’t know. But she also had her cracks, and she kept them hidden for months. And I’m not saying … She needs time to trust people, and until she trusts them, she won’t let them see her. It’s not a mask, it’s an armour. She’s protecting herself. And she let me in. She opened up to me and let me question her raising and beliefs. And I didn’t find anything awful.
***
“Neville! Neville hurry up! It’s Seamus!”
The Room of Requirement suddenly felt too small as Ginny took him by the arm, running toward the door. Around them, the DA fell quiet as students stopped in their practise, anticipating the worst as they took their leader’s distress in. Running up the stairs, Neville couldn’t form any coherent thoughts. He knew the path, but his brain didn’t want him to realise he was rushing to the hospital wing. Yet, that was where they were heading.
“What happened?” he finally urged as they slow down, taking in the sight of the closed curtain bed.
“The Carrows. Parkinson found him unconscious on the third floor; said it was the Carrows. I rather warn you, it’s not pretty.”
Ginny hadn’t lie. Seamus was everything except pretty, barely recognisable. His face was tumefied and his eyes were swollen too, purple from the blood within them. His lip was cut and bruises were already forming by his left cheekbone, down to his chin. His right was hidden behind a bandage coming from the upper part of his head.
“They haven’t. Tell me they haven’t done that.” He whispered, coming closer to the bed. Now wasn’t the time for letting his anger out. Luna was shaking in a chair across the bed, studying carefully the potions in the bedtable.
“He has some broken ribs too. But Madam Pomfrey says he’s gonna be okay.” Ginny informed him, as she placed a hand above the covers, where Seamus hand probably was. “But he still hasn’t wake up.”
“He’s gonna be okay. He’s strong. He’s gonna be okay.” He tried to convince himself as a distant moan escape his friend’s lips.
“D-Dean..
-Seamus? Seamus, you’re safe. You’re at the hospital wing. You’re safe, Seamus. We’re here. Ok?” Luna murmured, gently stroking his hair as he feebly wailed his lover name again and again.
“I’m gonna kill them. I’m gonna kill them!” Neville swore, gritted teeth, as he stormed out of the room, quickly followed by the redhead girl. “I’m gonna kill them and make them pay for it.
-And then, what? You kill them, and then, what? You run to Abelforth? The gardens are full of death eaters and dementors! You’d be dead before midnight! Or worse. Is that really what you want? We’re gonna have our revenge, I promise you.
-And until then, we’re gonna sit down and wait? We’re gonna let the Carrows terrorize and torture our schoolmates? Our friends?
-We’ll keep training. We’ll keep training, and when the time comes, we’ll be ready to finally fight back.
-I can’t.
-You have no choice, Nev. We’re in a state of war. War! You can’t just act on impulse! You have to focus on the bigger picture. We have to keep Hogwarts until Harry comes back.
You can’t just give us up.
-I’m not.
-Then fucking act like it!” she roared before leaving him alone in the middle of the corridor.
“How’s Seamus?” Pansy finally asked, nestled against her boyfriend in their secret alcove. He had barely spoken since he came out of the Hospital Wing a few hours ago. His friend was barely breathing when she found him earlier that day; she could barely imagine what he must be feeling.
“Madam Pomfrey says he’s gonna be okay… but you saw him, right? You know how bad it looks like.
-I’m sorry. I wish I could have done something.
-It’s killing me. I wish I could do something. I wish I could…
-He’s gonna be okay, love.
-You don’t understand.” He murmured to her temple, matter-of-factly. “No one’s gonna be okay. We’re supposed to keep Hogwarts until Harry comes back. Then, we’ll fight to death. Thus I don’t see how anyone could be okay.” He sighed, closing his eyes.
“Look at me. Neville, I said look at me. People die every day out there. People die. But Seamus isn’t going to. It was a close call, but he will make it, and someday, he’s gonna be okay. He’s gonna be okay because you’re gonna keep going. I know you, you’re not going to sit, hide somewhere and wait for the Mighty Saviour to come back. You’re going to keep standing up against the Carrows, maybe more now than ever. You’re going to keep standing up for the weaker, for those who are afraid, those who lay in hospital beds. You aren’t doing nothing. You weren’t there when Seamus got attacked, but it doesn’t mean you can’t be there for someone else, honey. It isn’t a fair fight, but I know you still in, right? And as long as you keep going, I’d bet on you. Now tell me, Neville, who are you betting on?
-I’m betting on you.
-I’m being serious here, darling.” She tried to repress a smile as he took off an eyelash from her cheek, keeping his hand against her skin.
“And I am, too. I want you to join the DA.
-I can’t.
-Everyone knows we’re fighting for the same side. I’m sure they’d take you in.
-I really can’t. I can fight against the Carrow; but
-Then would you train with me? Would you fight with me?
-Hell I’ll do. I’ll fight with you, Neville Longbottom. Until the very end.”
***
“What are you waiting for? Someone grab him.” Pansy’s words resonated in the sudden silence of the Great Hall, making Ginny rush toward Harry, shielding him behind her. Soon, every member of the Orders and DA were standing in front of him or flanked by his side, wand out. Harry couldn’t be taken to Voldemort, and they wouldn’t let anyone do so; even if that meant hurting a fellow student.
“Students out of bed! Students in the corridors!” Filch yelled as he burst breathless into the hall.
“They’re supposed to be out of bed, you blithering idiot!” Professor McGonnagal snapped, as the caretaker, realising his mistake, apologized flatly. “As it happens, Mr Filch, your arrival is most opportune. If you would, I would like you to lead Miss Parkinson and the rest of Slytherin House from the Hall.
-Where exactly is it I’ll be leading them to, ma’am?
-The dungeons will do.” she concluded, taking her attention back to Harry. “I presume you have a reason for returning, Potter. What is it you need?
-Time, professor. As much as you can get me.
-Do what you have to do. I’ll secure the castle. Potter …” She called again, slightly unsure on what was left to say. “It’s good to see you.
-It’s good to see you too, professor.” He said back, already on his way out. “Hold on the fort Neville!”
Neville nodded. He knew what he had to do. Theày had made so many plans during the last three months that he didn’t have to consult Ginny before exposing them to the Order. He knew that she was agreeing with him and would have proposed the same tactic; but he also knew she was too distracted to take the lead right now. Harry was back. After months of wandering, his presence filled the castle.
Furthermore, organizing their defence and getting ready to fight for his life seemed to mute Pansy’s voice still echoing inside his head.
“Pansy, come here.” Vince murmured, already sneaking out from the group led by Filch. “Draco will need us. They will need us.” His tone was barely a whisper as he couldn’t refrain his enthusiasm. He was metamorphosed, waiting for the Dark Wizard to take the school like a child waits for Christmas.
“I’m staying in the dungeon. And you probably should too. If Filch found you wandering
-He ain’t gonna see us! The Dark Lord is coming Pansy! The Dark Lord! No one will even see us! This is it, the time has come!
-I’m staying there. Blaise! Blaise!” she called out loudly, hoping to get scolded by the old man in the process, the other boy being ten foot away.
“What’s wrong with you Pans? Haven’t been noticed enough already?” he chided her, going upstream.
“Tell him we have to stay in the dungeon with the others!” she pleaded quietly.
“I’m not stayin’ in the dungeon! My place is in the battlefield! With my father and my own!
-Oh come on, Crabbe. You’re more likely to kill You-Know-Who by inadvertence. We’ll watch for you down there.
-I am not going to the dungeon! Aren’t you gonna fight for the Dark Lord?! Great Salazar, you aren’t going to, are you? You’re gonna stay hidden and wait for a side to lose. And when you’ll get out of your stash, you’ll try to get in the winner’s good graces. I pity you.” He spat, suddenly pouting like first year Draco.
“You can take you pity up your arse, for what I care. Come on, Pans, let gets to the dungeon before someone notice we’re missing.” He gave up, shaking his head before taking his friend by the hand. “I’m not gonna die for those fuckers” he muttered, walking them away.
“And Draco? What are you doing of Draco?” Vicent yelled. “If we lose, he’s gonna die tonight!”
“Draco’s not gonna die, he’s not gonna die.” Blaise promised to a curled up Pansy. The room felt too small. On every faces, she could read the same anxiety she felt inside her, gnawing her. Theodore was on the other side of the room, his forehead against the stone wall. His father was probably somewhere at the borders, waiting for You-Know-Who’s orders. Locking them up in the dungeon, she’d avoided him the painful idea to face his dad, and die by his hand.
She knew Blaise was talking to her, she could feel his breath on her cheek, but she couldn’t hear him. If You-Know-Who lose tonight, Draco would… but even if he won, who knew what he’d have send him to beforehand. Blocking her breath, she tried to steady herself, focusing on everything else. She couldn’t do anything to save her friend, not at the cost of her baby life. A baby whose father was currently getting ready to fight upstairs. A baby whose father was soon going to mate his fate, too.
As Neville’s body lay lifeless in her mind, she started crying, trying her best at repressing the screams coming from her gut. She was going to lose her mind.
“Pansy! Pansy!” Blaise whispered hardly against her ear, trying to hold her as tight as could be as she kept biting her hand. “Pansy breathe!”
They won. But where was the overwhelming joy he had imagined feeling? He was sitting alone in a bench, and couldn’t find any solace in his surroundings. The castle was destroyed. Families were destroyed. People had died tonight. Many people. Too many. As Luna came, taking the place beside him, he smiled at her. In another universe, her presence would have been enough to bring him out of the chaos. But not in this one. Here, he’d have need another girl. A girl who had just betrayed him.
***
It was almost two in the morning when the wooden door creaked loudly. Senses suddenly on alert, she grabbed her wand, pointing it toward the bedroom door.
“Pans?” a familiar voice called her from the living room. Barely raised, she let herself fall back in the mattress as she called him back, almost wailing, as tears of relief started rolling down her cheeks. He was back. He was back and he was alive. “Blaise!” she called, again, urging him to her as he burst through the doorframe.
“I’m here, I’m here. I’m right here.” He whispered, embracing her. “Theo’s here too.
-I thought, I thought they had
-Shht, it’s okay. It’s over, now. I’m sorry things didn’t go as planned.
-Can I come in?” Theo asked from behind the curtain “Everyone’s decent?”
The morning sun found them sleeping, mix of limbs half on the mattress, half on the floor. Blaise had taken feathers in the sheets while Theo hadn’t removed his blood stained shirt, but for one more hour, it would stay unsaid, inexistent.
They had fallen asleep squeezed up against each other after wordlessly agreeing on doing the talking later. Theo had practically collapsed from exhaustion as his brain understood he was finally somewhere safe. The week has been hard. They could allow themselves a break. They could pretend everything was fine for the rest of the night.
Theo woke up last. For the first time in a week, he stayed a little bit longer under the cover, appreciating the sunrays and the quiet laughter of his friends on the other room. Hiding his face in his hand, he sighed happily. He was safe and sound, and above all, he wasn’t alone anymore. Obviously the shack was spartian. He had had a small glimpse of it as he got in but in the cruel light of reality, it was even worse. The bedroom wasn’t empty; the two mattresses lying on the floor were all it could contains. There wasn’t any drawer or shelf, only a traveling bag full of neatly fold clothes, ready to get picked up at any time. Opening the curtain separating the two rooms he realised the door was in fact missing. On the so called living room, Pansy and Blaise were sitting on buckets, eating their breakfast on a rickety table. Their food was stored against the wall where a chair was used as a shelf.
“You woke up!” Pansy smiled at him, pushing a bucket toward him. “If the gentleman wants to take a seat…
-We didn’t really know where to go.” Blaise shrugged as his friend tried the balance of his seat.
“It’s fine, okay? I mean, as long as you have toilets.
-That door.” she pointed the only other door. “But don’t expect a shower.
-As if I remembered what a shower is.
-When did you leave your house?
-I didn’t really get back, after… after…” he forfeited with a wave of the hand. “I got your letter by chance. I hadn’t meant to get back home, but as they had just taken father... I packed my things, took some galleons… I’ve been wandering in muggle London since we left Hogwarts… A roof is everything I’ve been praying for, Blaise. I know you guys are already on thin ice, I know how hazardous it is for you to shelter me. I am thankful. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.
-I know, I’m sorry.
-What about you Pansy? Since we left Hogwarts?
-I’ve stayed at the Manor until the Aurors came in. Then I Apparated at Blaise’s. He took his bags and you know the rest of the story.
-So you saw Draco? Where is he?
-I don’t know.” She avowed, biting her lip. “I... they came at night, and Draco… he said he couldn’t come with me.
-They’ve been taken to Azkaban.” Blaise voiced out for the first time. “Same night as your old man. Front page cover in every magazine.
-You never told me!” Pansy moaned, tears already filling her eyes.
“How could I’ve? You stayed fucking silent for three days Pans! You were barely functioning, I couldn’t tell you!
-He’s my bestfriend! I needed to know!
-You knew! The fucking Aurors bursted into his house in the middle of the fucking night by Salazar! you couldn’t have imagined they were taking him to the ball? The Death Eaters has always rot in Azkaban Pansy! Azkaban!
-Shut up! Stop it!” she screamed, trying to cover his words as he rose from his bucket.
“Oh, and flash new: Draco is a fucking Death Eater!” he yelled before slamming the door behind him.
“You okay?” Theo tried as he finally found Blaise in the middle of the wood.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. It’s just… I lose my temper. We… we had never talked about Draco before.
-Are you mad at her for leaving him behind?” he asked softly, still making him look away abruptly. “You feel like she ran without him…” he added, resting a tentative hand on his arm.
“She should have forced him!” he suddenly shouted, moving away. “Narcissa would have made up a lie to cover his absence, it could have worked! But she Apparated without him! And she dares! He! He’s in Azkaban for Merlin sake! In Azkaban!
-Blaise …” he whispered, making a step forward.
“It’s over!” he broke down, falling to his knees. “He’s never going to get out of there. No one ever gets out of there.”
***
“I think I’d like to know her.” Harry acknowledged as Neville stopped declaiming his love for Pansy Parkinson. There was no use in pretending that he wasn’t heels over head for the Slytherin girl, neither was some in pestering against the girl he once knew; she apparently wasn’t anymore. “Would you mind introducing me to her, someday? I mean, if you’re both okay with it of course.
-You really do?
-I hear you talk about the girl of your life for half an hour, Nev.” He smiled, fondly. “What kind of horrible friend would I be if I didn’t want to. I really want to get to know her for who she is now.
-Harry...” he sighted, obviously relief. “Thank you. It- It means so much for me.
-You’re welcome, really.” He answered, scratching his neck, uneased by his friend sudden warmness. Seemingly taken by the same feeling, Neville suddenly started picking his books for his daily classes before heading toward the door.
“Harry?” he abruptly asked, stopping short in the middle of the corridor. “Do you think I could tell the others? I mean, do you think they would listen, too? I want them to know her; I want all of you to. And when the baby’s here… I want you guys to be part of her life. But if they don’t accept Pansy... I won’t know what to do …
-Hermione’s logical, family comes first for Ron, Dean testified at Malfoy’s trial and Seamus’s a big ball of fluffiness lately. I think they’d be okay with it. And if they aren’t, I’ll hex them.
-I’m being serious here.
-And I am, too. We’re more than just roommates or friends; we’re a family. We’ll stand with you.”
***
Blaise came back to the shack when dusk started to slowly fade the outdoor world. Laying down on one of the mattress, Theo seemed fast asleep, Pansy absentmindedly playing with his hair.
“Hi.” He greeted quietly, closing the door as carefully as possible as Pansy crossed the few meters between them, taking a bucket to sit on. “Still worn out?” he asked, nodding toward the form on the bed.
“Seems like. Told me about his week, how he slept on streets when he could sleep at all. I gave him your clothes, by the way. I cleansed his.
-Thanks.
-It was nothing a tergeo couldn’t deal with, actually. It’s quite an efficient spell when it comes to blood.
-Cool.” He guessed, scanning their food stock. “I’ll cook dinner. Would you wake him up in a bit?
-Leaving Draco behind, it broke my heart, you know. But he- he’d never planned on running with me. Or running at all.
-I wouldn’t have left without him. I’d stayed by his side until we both could be safe.” He countered calmly, weighting the pro and con of eating the spinach tonight.
“Blaise, please. He decided to get back to the Manor. He spent days there, waiting for the Aurors burst-in. He tidied up his room and burned things down. He was perfectly aware of the outgoing.
-You’re telling me he willingly waited for an Azkaban cell?
-I- I don’t know. But I know he did wait for the Aurors. I’m sorry Blaise but he didn’t fight. His parents called him downstairs and when I left, he was walking toward the door. He gave himself in.
-I can’t believe you.
-But you’ll have to! You can deny it as much as you want it will still be the one and only truth. He never planned on running away. Never.
-But it makes no sense!
-Maybe but that’s what happened. I’m sorry, Blaise. I’d have liked it to be otherwise… but he chose to stay.
-May I say something?” Theo interrupted, walking over them. “I saw him at the Manor, during winter break. Father had… meetings… there. It was already too much for him to bear, it was eating him from inside. He took the Mark, he … Who knows what he was ordered to do? Who knows what he did and witness? I don’t, but I can guess… He hated it, being a Death Eater, but that doesn’t undo the fact that he was one. And I think that’s why he gave himself in; he knew that what he did was wrong so he did what he thought was right. I think he tried to pay the price...”
Letting Theo’s words sink in, they stood in silence for a while. His pitch made sense. It was terrific in a way, but it made sense.
“If you guys are ready, I think it’s time to figure out how we can help him now.” Theo directed.
A few accio later, they were sitting around the table, feathers ready to plan everything up.
“Firstly, I think we need to know if we’re really looking for.
-Really, mate? We spent the last day running away from Aurors trying to find you.
-But as you aren’t Death Eater children, or Death Eater, or even Allies of the Dar- of Voldemort, we have to be sure about it. And if one or both of you are wanted, we can’t just guess for what crimes. We can’t plan anything up without a foreseen of which potential penalties you could incur if we get caught.
-Don’t get me wrong, I get the idea; I just don’t think we’ll find a list in a muggle newspaper. We’ll have to go back to the Wizarding World, and I think it’s too risky.
-Maybe, maybe we can ask Neville.” Pansy proposed, avoiding their astonished gaze. She clenched her fists under the table, trying to stop her hands from shaking this much.
“Neville? Like in Neville Longbottom?” Blaise asked first.
“Indeed.
-And why would he help us? He hates us!” Theo asked second, hands moving in disbelief.
“I dated him. Back in Hogwarts.” She blurted out, making them both curse in surprise. “He’s not the weak-minded we thought he was, you know. He’s clumsy, that’s undeniable, but he’s brave too and he’s got a fierceness you’d be jealous from.
-Are we still talking about Neville Longbottom?” Blaise inquired, earning a death glare from the other side of the table and a kick from beside. “Just asking! So, you dated him.
-That’s what I just told you, yes.
-And since you broke his heart, he’s going to gently give us what we want. Seriously Pans’, I’m not planning for a death trap.
-He’s not going to report us!
-Can you guarantee it?” Theo requested, trying to stay focused on the task.
“Of course I can! I’ll talk to him, and he’ll help us.”
“Pansy, you’re sleeping?” Blaise whispered in the middle of the night.
���What’s wrong?
-Neville, did you love him?
-Does it matter?
-If you did, yes. I mean, maybe, yes.
-I still love him.
Blaise?” she asked after a few second of silence.
“Yes?
-Is it a problem?
-You love a moron; it’s your problem, not mine.
-Dickhead.” She smiled, turning to her side, hoping to fall asleep despite the fast beating of her heart.
“Pansy?
-Something to ask about Neville again?
-When did you date him?
-From November to last April.
-How could I never notice?
-We hide it to everyone. We weren’t sure to be understood, even less tolerated. I being Draco’s bestie and he, Harry’s.
-Romeo and Juliet die in the end, you know.
-Who?
-Romeo and Juliet. It’s a muggle theatre piece.
-What?
-Nott and Malfoy.
-Oh. We’re not gonna die. No one is gonna die.
-I hope so.”
“Blaise?” she called, in turn. “Are you asleep?
-Not anymore. What’s wrong?
-You really don’t mind, about Neville and me?
-I really don’t mind.
-Cool.
-And, Blaise?” she murmured, laying closer to him.
“I really want to sleep Pans.
-I’ve got something to tell you.
-‘M all ears.
-I’m pregnant.
-You’re what?” he asked urgently, suddenly sitting.
“I’m pregnant.” She repeated kindly, sitting up too.
“You’re… you’re pregnant.” He echoed quietly as Pansy slowly put his hand on her belly.
“I am. Neville doesn’t know yet, but even if he doesn’t want the child, I do.
-We’re gonna raise a baby in our shack then.
-Blaise?
-A death eater for godfather. Nott as home teacher; I’ll be the cool uncle. It can work out.” He kept mumbling under his friend amused glaze.
“You’re the pervert uncle. I’ll be the cool one.” Theo corrected, his voice smothered in sleep.
***
Like every Friday night since the start of the school year, Harry was sitting in his dorm with his closest friends, sharing jokes and butterbeers. Ron was the exception, though. Lying on his belly, he was trying to finish his DADA essay due for the day before as Dean doodled encouragement on his drafts. The sooner he would be done, the sooner they’d be able to sneak out of the castle to the Quidditch pitch for a midnight game. The official Gryffindor team has asked him to keep playing as their seeker, but he had politely declined the offer after their first game. He couldn’t fly in the red colours; not anymore; not without his friends flying by his side. The win wasn’t worth the emptiness he felt above the grounds. Still, Harry came to their trainings, cheering and mocking whenever needed. But he missed the adrenaline, diving to the ground and the mesmerizing fly of the Snitch. Until the day Ron suggest a quick match after one of his trainings. Flying around chasing each other, they soon found out it was far more entertaining to wait for the sun to go down. Tonight they’d planned a 3 vs 3, chaser, keeper, seeker; Neville unexpectedly agreeing on playing Chaser, and if Ron hurried up, the odds were on their favour. On the Marauder's Map, Filch and Mrs Norris had begun their tour in the dungeon.
“Will you be done in thirty minutes?” he asked his friend, accustomed to their routine. In thirty minutes, they’d be climbing the Ravenclaw tower, leaving them free to walk out in the corridors.
“How look did it took you to do your essay?
-Hours.
-So how could I be done in thirty minutes? Plus Dean’s drawings are messing up my answers.” He growled as an ink knight piss on his third paragraph, making the room burst from laugher. “Can’t you just snog Seamus for Merlin tits?
-I don’t just snog Seamus.” He countered, holding his ribs. Hermione had add a friend beside the knight, and he was currently handing him some butterbeers, dropping half of their content on the parchments.
“Come on! I’ll never be done with it!
-Then hurry up! Who knows what they’ll do when they got drunk!” Harry guffawed, not so sure that the Quidditch game was still going to be the highlight of his day.
“What? No! Come on, Dean, erase them!
-Do you mean they don’t they deserve a little bit of fun?” he asked, hovering his feather above the parchment, all malice and pride.
“How do you fuck a knight in shining armour?” Seamus suddenly wondered out loud, making Ron turn red at the thought of having drawings shagging on his essay.
“You pervert! Come on Harry, let’s get to the Quidditch pitch.” Ron forfeited, standing up.
“I think I wanna stay there. See how it goes.
-Harry, no…
-Stop playing the virgin, Weasley. We all know you aren’t anymore.” Seamus teased, throwing a pillow at him. “Or maybe it’s disturbing you because they’re two guys?
-Who said the knight was a guy?” Hermione retorted, taking it suddenly more seriously.
“It could be a fucking hippogriff for what I care! I just don’t want it on my essay! Draw porn elsewhere!
-You could draw porn on me.
-Seamus!” they yelled in harmony, watching hilarious their friend taking down his shirt in the unsexyest way ever.
“I’m gonna miss you.” Neville stated, matter-of-factly.
On the bed, Dean let his ink dripped on Seamus’s skin. “What are you on about, mate?” he asked for everyone.
With a quick glance toward a nodding Harry, Neville answered in a breath. “I’m leaving Hogwarts on the 24th.”
“Shut up, please.” Harry ordered politely, cutting his friends’s thousand questions mumbling. “Let him talk.
-Thanks, Harry.”
As the dorm felt silence, Neville started telling them the same story he told Harry a few days before.
The story of a boy who fell in love with a girl he wasn’t supposed to like and how they were now going to have a baby girl, named Alyssa Longbottom.
***
Sitting in the silence of his old bedroom, Neville couldn’t stop rehashing the same thoughts over and over again.
She’d promised him. He hadn’t break her heart, she had no right to fry his brain.
She had no right to break his heart.
But in the darkness of his old bedroom, it seems pretty clear that she didn’t care about it. She’s done both. She switched side. And still, he meant every word he said to her.
Burying his face in his pillow, he let out a low growl before hitting the mattress with all his strength. He needed the anger. He craved for rage to storm him up. He couldn’t let his heart drove him crazy. He couldn’t; but yet.
He thought he knew her. And then, in a snap of her fingers, everything had turned terribly wrong, leaving him replaying the last months in his head. He had to see what he hadn’t back then, he had to find out the moment she snapped. Cause it had to be somewhere. And he had to find it. Cause if he didn’t… Then the little voices in his head could only be right. It would mean it had all been a lie, a masquerade against the resistance inside the castle. But they had to be wrong. They had to; he couldn’t handle it if his best memories were all faked. The sparks in her eyes, the happiness in her laugh, the warmth of their embrace, could it all has been pretended? Had he only saw his own feeling in her iris? Has he been the only one falling? Could he been the only one shattered now?
He had survived the Carrow and Voldemort himself. He had postponed death; to this.
Neville took the pillow and threw it to the window.
He knew it was called a heart break; yet every inch of his body ached.
***
“Nev, can we talk? In private.” Seamus added to the bunch of first years circling him. Neville wasn’t as halloed as the sacrosanct Boy Who Lived Twice, but sorting Godric Gryffindor’s sword in the middle of the battlefield was enough to be known and respect by all.
“About last night?
-Yes. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…” he started, vaguely moving his hands as they both perfectly knew what he meant. When Neville had told them about Pansy and Alyssa, he had simply rose to his feet and left the dorm without a word. Dean had tried to call him back in, in vain. “I shouldn’t have left. It’s just… I don’t understand. I simply don’t understand.” He repeated, slowly, weighting his every word. “Yes, she’s carrying your child, but then? She betrayed us, she betrayed you and then you are, ready to give up your future to her. She betrayed you when it matter the most, Nev. When it matter the most. I’m- I’m just afraid for you. It’s so easy to believe when you love someone; it’s so easy to be fooled. I don’t want you to make the biggest mistake of your life because she made you think it was the only right thing to do. She doesn’t deserve you, she doesn’t deserve your forgiveness, and she- she just doesn’t deserve your future.
-Are we still talking about me?” he softly asked as Seamus eyes had slowly become red.
“Of course we are! You’re my friend! We’ve been through hell lately, and I know how- how love sometimes- I… Last year, when Dean was gone, when… when the Carrow… I remember how desperate I was for his presence. I just don’t want you to- to commit the biggest mistake of your life because you feel broken inside, okay? It just, I want you to be safe, and happy, with the good girl. And I’m afraid Pansy’s not. She betrayed you once, who can tell she won’t do it again?
-She didn’t betray me, Shay. She followed a stupid plan. She knew no one would grab Harry, she just wanted to be out of the battlefield. She wanted our baby to be somewhere safe.
-Neville… Do you know what it looks like? A fucking rescue pirouette.
-Too pretty to be true, I know. For two weeks I thought she had switch sides. Two weeks during which I’ve been asking myself what capital information I’ve been given her, which lives I took with my stupid trust in her. And then, she was suddenly at my doorstep, begging me to let her in. It was raining, she was freezing, I let her in and she told me everything I wanted. Scalded cat fears cold water, those cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends blabla. How could I believed her? But it made sense, you know. It made more sense than her sudden betrayal. I knew within me it was true. And then, when she submitted herself to the Aurors, she took Veritaserum. And she told them the exact same things she told me before. You don’t have to worry about it, about me. I understand, and it means a lot to me, but we’ll be okay. I know I can trust her, and she knows she can trust me, too. Okay, Seamus? I’m not being fooled around.
-If you say so.
-Harry’s gonna meet her, and even if he can be pretty oblivious, he always know when something wicked our way come. Okay?
-Okay.
-Okay.” It somehow felt like a promise as Neville took a step forward and hug his friend tight. They were all going to be okay, he knew it.
Standing before the chimney in the middle of the Headmistress office, Neville couldn’t help but turn around to look at his friends a last time. It wasn’t a farewell, only a goodbye, but they were red eyed.
Dawn had found them all awake, lying on the floor of their common room as they made promises they hoped none of them would break. The father-to-be didn’t know it yet, but hidden in his luggage were five little presents. Five little reminders than wherever he was, he would still have a home wherever they’ll be.
#thank you for reading#a new home#chapter 1#Neville Longbottom#Pansy Parkinson#Neville x Pansy#Pregnant Pansy#bi! Pansy#Father to be Neville#Harry Potter#Draco Malfoy#Blaise Zabini#Theodorre Nott#Seamus Finnigan#Dean Thomas#Deamus#Hermione Granger#Ron Weasley#Romione
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Gotham Season 4B Trailer Breakdown
So I was going through the trailer frame by frame, as you do, and I have some thoughts/theories:
So Bruce is breaking the suit out again. I think it’s going to take place post-vision where he sees his Darkness™ personified. I’m really hoping he gets over this angsty stage and spends like three months apologizing to Alfred.
Further evidence of some kind of mind-whammy changing Bruce’s perspective. The speaking over this is Bruce explaining to Jim that he thinks he’s seen who he really is. I’ve been saying for a bit now that S4 is really laying the groundwork for who Bruce and Co. become later on, and I think this is a big moment. Also, it looks like they’ve got David in the same outfit as the earlier screenshot, so I’m willing to bet that this all takes place post-Bruce’s vision.
We’ve got Jim and Barbara in what I think is her club. There are some people dancing in the right of the next frame. The decor here looks similar to what I can remember the Artemis as looking, but I think we’ve seen enough of Barbara’s penchant for old-timey, almost art-deco furniture and fashion to assume that this is her club. Her outfit has a very similar vibe, very 1920′s flapper aesthetic. I’m willing to bet Jim is asking for her help with something he can’t get on his own, whether he’s outfoxed or he just needs her to do something illegal for him.
Jim and who looks to be Harper are at a crime scene here. We can’t tell much about the victim, but Jim’s holding an evidence bag and their face looks pretty torn up. I don’t want to go out on a limb and say Jerome yet, because from what I can tell he’s still in Arkham. I’m thinking this is the mystery Jim goes to Barbara about.
Jim’s threatening Sofia, and I have a feeling a good portion of 4b is going to be him trying to get her off his back. I see no immediate change in Sofia’s goals at the moment; I think she’ll be trying to consolidate her power in Gotham, which is what makes Jim going to Barbara so curious. I wonder if they’ll have a moment where he plays on her pride and asks if she’ll let someone lord over her or something in that vein.
We’ve got an enraged Lee on our hands here. The ‘Heavy Hitters’ poster on the wall, as well as just the set in general and the fact that Sofia’s walking into a room while Lee waits, tells me we’re in Lee’s territory in the Narrows. Sofia’s also got her gloating face on, and Lee’s very visibly upset and threatening her. I think the bad blood here is tied to Sofia gaining complete control over Gotham. I don’t know if she’s refusing to have other gangs around acting as viziers like we’ve seen before, so she wants Lee gone, or if Lee’s people love her too much, or Lee’s just being stubborn about something, but I think Sofia’s done something horrible. Knowing Lee and her weaknesses, Sofia’s probably done something cruel to the poor people in the Narrows and now Lee’s being a protective mama bear.
Jim and Lucius are exiting a store, you can’t quite tell here but it has a clown and the name KRANK on the window, so I’m thinking something Jerome-related. Jim’s obviously distressed though, as he’s reaching for his gun.
My baby girl is peering into a window here. The stairs look a little wooden to be a fire escape, but you tell by the window frame and that the curtain is closer to the camera that she’s on the outside. Very similar lighting/colour palette to the apartment we see her and Ivy in later, but then Gotham does love its shadowy grays.
A burning mask. Looks practically identical to Bruce’s but it’s white. I don’t know why but it’s giving me some Court of Owls vibes, but I doubt the two are related at all. White tends to be coded as the colour of innocence and purity, so it might be tied to Bruce’s vision/representative of him embracing his darkness.
The second screenshot is from a bit earlier, but they have very similar gold set design/GCPD officers running around, which you see a lot in this trailer. Some catastrophe is happening, no clue if it’s Ivy or Jerome related or someone else wreaking havoc. Bruce has a very ‘oh shit’ expression (props again to David Mazouz, he and Camren Bicondova are so talented at such a young age), so I wonder if he’s going to break out some vigilante justice and we’ll get to see proto-Batman and Jim interact.
THE KIDS ARE BACK TOGETHER AND MY HEART IS FILLED WITH JOY. Ahem, so, Selina’s asking Bruce for his help, and he’s looking pretty receptive. I really think whatever vision he goes through takes place very early in the season, if not the first episode. If he was still in Billionaire-Brat mode I don’t think he’d be as willing to hear Selina out (plus the tail end of 4A wasn’t very focused on him and his development, so I think to make up for it we’re going to get a lot from him right out of the gate. @the Gotham writers please have Selina be like ‘what the actual fuck’ when Bruce tells her Alfred’s gone.) Their posture is halfway between open and closed off; they’ve got their arms extended between them with ‘let’s make a deal’ fists, but they’re both leaning forward towards each other. Also, it sounds like they’re making up?
So this scene literally reduced me to incoherency (please tell me the first two shots are them giving each other the side-eye like ‘we’re gonna fuck shit up?’, ‘yeah we’re gonna fuck shit up’, boom, action scene) and I had to go back and rewatch it like a million times over, but the children are officially back to kicking ass and taking names together. I’m willing to bet this is what Selina needs help with, and the set makes me think that this is a fence, what with all the antiquated knick-knacks kicking around. Maybe Selina lost an important item, or someone stole from her, or this is related to an overarching plot we can’t see yet? Either way, my soul is healed. And if that ‘cup your jaw, hand dragging down your chest as I walk away’ move wasn’t the most BATCAT thing I have yet to see on this show. AND THEY’RE SMILING. Well Selina definitely is, Bruce looks a little more wistful, or kind of like ‘oh shit she’s getting under my skin again’.
We’re getting our first good look at Jerome and Oswald! It looks like Jerome’s built up his own little gang at Arkham, and he’s demanding Oswald make him laugh. The lighting/set looks pretty different in the last two screenshots, so I think it’s at a later date, but I could be wrong. Jerome’s costume is a bit altered though, his shirt is on and buttoned before. It looks like Jerome has got some kind of gladiatorial ring on the go here, and during their fight he’s got a hammer while Oswald is fighting bare-fisted. It looks as though Oswald wins, and the set-up makes me think it’s some kind of fight for respect or power. I’m excited to see what Jerome’s got going on this season, as he’s being played to perfection by Cameron Monaghan as per usual.
And we get to see Ivy! They’ve recast Maggie Geha, and I will miss her until the day I die. (Peyton List is a great actress though.) She’s looking pretty badass, the sweater seems like a callback to Clare Foley’s Ivy. It looks like she’s got her full-on powers nowadays, and the man it looks like she was feeding off of is wearing what seems to me like a GCPD uniform, might explain why Jim’s got an APB (basically a modern wanted poster) out for her. That bottle on the shelf to her left shows up later in the trailer, interestingly enough.
The decor of the apartment she’s breaking into gives me Barbara vibes, and it seems to have similar lighting as the earlier shot of Selina looking through that window, as well as when we see her and Ivy talk later. I have a feeling she’s looking for Selina/wants Selina to leave Tabby and Barbara to join her. And Ivy’s cracked at this point, the trailer description says she’s looking to make Gotham her green paradise, so I think Selina will have a ‘wtf no’ moment.
And here we find Selina’s ‘wtf no’ moment. I think she’ll go along with Ivy in the beginning out of fondness/nostalgia, but I think Ivy’s going to be on the kind of crazy kick Selina can’t condone. I think we’re really going to start seeing Selina’s moral greyness, and possibly the more altruistic, ‘good guy’ side of her. Knowing Ivy this is a part of her ‘kill all people who harm the ecosystem’ schtick.
Ed! He still looks decidedly un-Riddlerish. He’s delivering one of the funnier lines, “oh that is so Gotham.” I think that this is about whatever crime he came to Babs about, and now he’s there to talk to either Ed or Lee. Either that or he’s looking for their help to boot Sofia out of the criminal underworld.
Ivy and the girls at what looks like the nightclub. Babs is still wearing the same dress as when she was talking to Jim. These are two very differently placed shots though, the first isn’t a reaction, Selina’s standing in different places. Same dress, however, so the same night/thread of scenes. Ivy’s probably there either to ask for their help with her grand plan, or to retrieve Selina.
Bruce is again, sadly, wearing a turtleneck and a blazer. Tragic. He looks like he’s giving a press conference or something though, and this shot flashes as Ivy says “you have no idea what’s really going on at your company, do you?” So there’s some business intrigue going on with Wayne Enterprises, and this is probably Bruce making a ballsy move or trying to assess what’s on the go.
Speaking of, here’s that discussion. I think whatever hidden motive Ivy’s got going on is tied to whatever what’s on the go with Wayne Enterprises. I also think that Ivy’s got some kind of weird superpower going on, and this is where Bruce gets mind-whammied with his vision. I can’t see another reason for her to kiss him, (which I lowkey feel kind of weird about as a sixteen-year-old? Like art is art, and I’m sure everyone consented and jazz, but I don’t know it gives me the creepy crawlies) unless she’s compelling him to do something for her/give her something/tell her information.
So these look pretty different from the other shots of Bruce’s vision, and I think they might be separate. I think at least one of them is Ivy-related, and I’d put my money on this one. We see Ra’s with his dagger, dressed pretty strangely. I think the second shot is Bruce being tugged into the vision, and Ra’s is doing the tugging because you can see that he’s wearing the same pair of black leather gloves in both shots, and they have a similar red, wispy outline. I think Bruce’s vision is going to have him confront killing Ra’s, and openly face his darker parts. I think Jim and Selina are going to play a big role there, as they’re two very morally gray characters and Jim reminds Bruce in the beginning of the trailer that he isn’t alone.
So Bruce’s vision is kind of divided into three, the first one with Ra’s, now this part where he’s standing in an alley and is pounced upon by the same dark, masked figure we see later. The lighting is similar enough between the second and last portions of the vision that I can see them being the same scene, with the transition probably happening as we see the figure jump on Bruce.
So here we have the bulk of Bruce’s vision, with the dark figure informing him that he is “the one you cannot escape, the one you cannot kill.” I don’t know if this is related to Ra’s (snide ‘you can’t kill me’ remark) or if it’s the metaphysical embodiment of the darker side of Bruce, or if it’s similar to the creepy old monk guy (whose name I headcanon as Dante, bc A) that’s just a cool name for a monk, and B) the actor plays President Dante on The 100) where Bruce is getting his mind manipulated again. Time will tell.
We’ve got Ivy and Lucius! She’s got a bottle of some green, glowy thing. Might’ve compelled Lucius to make it for her, might be stealing it, who knows. It looks very similar to a bottle back in her apartment:
They’re not entirely the same, the shape is a little different and the second one has naturally green glass, but I can’t see it being a throwaway detail. Maybe she’s run out of whatever the bottle contains so she needs Lucius to make her more.
It starts to devolve into a montage here, so we’ve got Oswald in a suit and top hat in what looks to be a party setting, and the wavey effect could either be for the montage or to show that it’s a hallucination, and I’m betting on the latter. I think Arkham is going to push him to the limits of his ‘sanity’ all over again. Arkham has always been Oswald’s lowest point, his ‘rock-bottom’.
We’ve got Ed here in his Riddler gear, and the decor/henchman in the back makes me think that this is Sofia’s place. Probably later on in the season, and it looks as though he’s been tortured maybe, what with the blood? It being all over his mouth like that makes me think of Jerome, so it might be connected to him and Oswald somehow.
Jim’s flat on his back in what looks to be a hospital or kitchen setting. Could be a chase, but the intensity/length of the shot makes me feel like he’s in a dire situation. The lighting and set look very similar to this shot of Sofia, as she says “you!” all menacingly. She could be talking to either Jim or someone else who’s attacking them both.
I think this is Lee either in a fight at her place, or just beating the shit out of someone there. The stairs/rest of the set tell us this is her club/fight ring, and she looks pissed as hell. I think it’s related to the earlier situation with Sofia, I can’t see her flying off the handle unless it’s a situation like that.
Harvey’s got his gun back, so I think he returns to the GCPD at some point in 4B. Can’t see it happening off the bat, but it looks like he’s infiltrating Arkham. I think it’ll be either midway through or at the finale of 4B when things with Jerome and Oswald start coming to a head.
So Barbara is spotting Ra’s in the crowd at her club. (Also this is how you can tell Gotham reuses extras bc that girl in the silver, sparkly dress walked in front of Babs and crew earlier in the trailer, but she’s dressed entirely differently so it has to be a new thread of scenes, despite Barbara’s penchant for dramatic costume changes.) Since Ra’s is very, very dead this has to be a hallucination, and I think it’s because Ra’s passed whatever he had been attempting to pass on to Bruce, on to Barbara at Blackgate. I don’t know how Gotham is going to play the Heir to the Demon’s Head thing here, but I’m excited to see what they come up with.
Oswald is out of Arkham, wearing a very warm coat that looks a little frosted over, and pointing a gun. Could have had a run-in with Victor, but you can tell this isn’t a hallucination because he’s wearing his prisoner uniform underneath the coat. Probably later on in 4B.
Ed is looking very unstable, and this is probably the moment where he transitions from Ed back to the Riddler. I’m thinking it’ll be somewhere around mid-way through 4B.
Ivy’s telling Selina here, “let’s make Gotham our bitch,” and the set/lighting looks very similar to when Ivy kicked that door in. I think this is where Selina lives with Tabitha/Barbara, and this is where Ivy tries to rope Selina in on her scheme, and Selina eventually watches her kill that man.
We’ve got Jim talking to who looks like Alfred, right as an explosion occurs. There are too many subplots being thrown around to pinpoint which one might have caused the explosion, but I’m more interested in Alfred and Jim’s conversation. Nine times out of ten if they’re communicating it’s about Bruce, so I think it might be about whatever shady shit is going down at Wayne Enterprises.
Jerome and Oswald again. I’d like to point out while we’re here that Jerome has really started taking on the physical aspects of the Joker, the smile, the gloves, the shoes. He’s asking Oswald to help him find the “crème de la crazy”, and it looks like it’s after their fight since they’re both a little bloodied up.
I really wish the lighting wasn’t like this?? Who is Ivy feeding on? The hair kind of looks like Alfred’s ngl, and I swear if she hurts my son I will pop through the screen and fight her. I’m really curious as to how they’re framing Ivy’s powers here though, it looks like she has full control over plants.
So that was my ridiculously long analysis of the 4B trailer, it’s looking really great and I can’t wait to see where they take it all. I’ll probably elaborate on specific points in the future, especially when the season starts to pick up, or if I have any sudden epiphanies.
#wrote this when i should have been studying for my bio midterm tomorrow morning at 9 am#it's currently midnight and i have no regrets#but i had to do it up twice#bc the page timed out#i was so pissed#this is shaping up to be such a great season#just going through the frames the cinematography was mindblowing#this show just continually impresses me#i lowkey hope the lee/ed thing doesn't go anywhere?#i just want lee to have an arc that doesn't involve her having a love interest#and she can just be a freaking badass who dismantles sofia's throne through sheer spite and determination alone#but i still want sofia to be an amazing gangster queen???#i have too many badass female faves on this show that keep butting heads#it needs to stop#when babs and tabby were fighting i was so sad#anyway that's why i didn't mention lee/ed#also the nygmobblepot fandom would have crucified me#y'all are some scary ass people#i stay the hell in my lane there#same thing with the people who really hardcore stan jerome#i'll just be over here with baby batcat#sobbing#wishing alfred pennyworth was my cool uncle#cursing bruce out for treating him like shit#i was so ready to throw hands with bruce at the end of 4a you have no idea#i'm like five foot with the strength of a newborn kitten but i would have whooped him out of sheer 'fuck you'#gotham#gotham fox#gotham season 4#gotham season 4b
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Scrolling through Twitter one afternoon, I stumbled upon an amazing little feature by blogger Liam McNally – he had posted a text post with a number of different film titles from each year of his life. Bloody brilliant.
So I’ve decided to give it a go. I’ve been on this wonderful planet for almost 19 years now, and although I wasn’t alive for the release of Jurassic Park, there have been a fair few phenomenal films in my lifetime.
This is my longest post to date – I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. (2730 words – bloody hell).
1998: Pleasantville
Oh my God. I didn’t realise how difficult this post was until I searched ‘1998 films’ into Google. The Trueman Show, Saving Private Ryan and The Wedding Singer all in the one year? God, anyone alive and kicking back then must have been having the best year of their lives.
But despite the 10 minute long decision process, I’ve decided on Pleasantville. I watched it when I was very young and hadn’t ever worn a bra, much less watched anything like that bath scene. Despite my mortified eyes however, the film will always be one of my favourites. I remember seeing the main character for the first time and just constantly thinking god, this is a weird film for Spiderman and Elle Woods to be in.
1999: 10 Things I Hate About You
Again, this year is bloody difficult. The Iron Giant, The Mummy and Toy Story 2 – they just don’t make films like them anymore. Although I wasn’t a fan of Star Wars Episode 1 – it has to be one of my least favourites. Anyway.
10 Things I Hate About You was one of the first chick-flicks I ever watched. I knew Heath Ledger as ‘the strangely cute singing guy from that movie’ before I knew him as the Joker. I felt like I related to Kat – I wasn’t big on getting a boyfriend, and I was pretty much destined to be a wee bit strange since birth. Plus her name is so cool.
2000: X-Men
At the time of watching, I was right into Harry Potter. I loved the idea of special schools dedicated to supernatural people – it made my own secondary school even more boring. I’d often just sit in class and daydream about being able to fly or have the ability to imitate people.
But in all honesty, the one person I was most envious of was Quicksilver. And not because I wanted to save the world or any of that pish. No. When I sat in my third year physics class, the smells from the cafeteria always decided to sneak up the vent and attack my nostrils. I would get so unbelievably hungry, and my stomach would always tell my classmates just that. So I used to daydream about running faster than time, sprinting down into the dining hall, grabbing a steaming hot spicy chicken panini (and maybe some soup, if I could manage) and munching it before heading back up to class. Yeah – I wanted superpowers so I could eat my lunch early.
2001: The Princess Diaries
AH. I’ve got a feeling film directors are deliberately messing with me right now. Legit, I had a look at the films from 2001, and I was floored. What an amazing year. The first Harry Potter movie came out this year – the beginning of an absolute era. Shrek debuted as well – but I was always slightly offended when people heard my Scottish accent and compared me to a giant green ogre when I travelled abroad. The first Lord of the Rings film came out as well – see what I mean about them messing with me?
But despite all of my favourite film franchises beginning in this year, I gotta say, the Anne Hathaway/Julie Andrews combo that is The Princess Diaries absolutely stole my heart. I had never related to a character more – I had frizzy hair, buck teeth, oversized glasses and a tendency to prioritise spending time with my cat over hanging out with real-life friends. So when she went through her beautiful princess transformation, I was floored. I mean, I’m still waiting for that to officially happen, but I’m still holding out hope that I have a long lost relative that’s gonna tell me I’m a princess (no, not you mum).
2002: The Pianist
Originally, I had written the first Spiderman as my favourite film of 2002. But that quickly changed.
The first time I watched The Pianist, I was 13 years old in a stuffy history classroom. I still hold the belief that this was definitely not the right time to watch this film. It felt as though my teacher didn’t have any material to convey how horrific the Holocaust really was, and so instead she stuck on one of the most distressing and hauntingly beautiful films of all time. I didn’t fully appreciate it back then – I cried when I watched the horrors that took place in the ghettos, and got even more upset when immature people around me started to laugh.
But I watched it for a second time a few years later. Although I cried again, I gained a much deeper understanding of the film. I still listen to the soundtrack when I want to write a particularly moving or sad chapter of a book. The film has such a disgusting beauty to it, it is astounding – it makes me question my morals when I say it is one of my favourite films.
2003: Peter Pan
Again, there were so many amazing films this year – I can’t explain my guilt at not choosing Finding Nemo or the last instalment of the Lord of the Rings trilogy.
But I found my first love in the live-action remake of Peter Pan. Just a few years after it was released, I found myself watching it time and time again. I was young, and there was a boy with messy hair and a fairy to keep him company. Honestly, I was head over heels. I grew to absolutely despise Wendy Darling. How dare she take away my Peter, with her stupid bow and annoying accent. And the fact that Lucius Malfoy was Captain Hook just made it that little bit better.
2004: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
You’re lying if you say that this isn’t one of your favourite films.
Again, it was tricky not choosing The Incredibles or Mean Girls – even The Notebook made it to my shortlist. But the way the Weasley twin’s hair sat and the introduction of the marauders just made my life complete. Except for Pettigrew. Fuck you, Pettigrew. I’d read the book before I saw the film, and while I was slightly disappointed with the previous two, I didn’t stop talking about PoA for months. In fact, I still talk about it. It’s great.
2005: Sky High
This year was going to be beautifully simple – I absolutely love Star Wars Episode III. In fact, it was possibly the only film I was certain of when I started this post. But, never the less, I looked at the list of 2005 films anyway, and was reminded of the best thing I’ve ever watched. Ever.
Remember earlier in the post when I said that I frickin LOVE schools for supernatural people? WELL HERE WE GO AGAIN. I watched Sky High recently with my friend Ross, and even although the acting was abysmal and my cringe levels were off the chart, I couldn’t help but smile. As if the flying school bus wasn’t enough, the euphoria I felt when Will and Warren won Save the Citizen was something I don’t think I’ll ever feel again.
2006: Pan’s Labyrinth
I feel like if I choose any film other than this, my Spanish teacher would kill me. Again, it’s another film that we watched at way too young an age in my opinion. Sure, it looks all mystical with fairies and creepy monsters with eyeball hands, but it has this underlying story-line of the horrors of war and escapism that you can’t fully understand until you’re a bit older.
I watched it again when I was 17 and studying Advanced Higher Spanish, and knew the film as ‘El Laberinto del Fauno’. I could go on for 20 minutes about this film and its director (which I did by the way, in the final exam).
2007: Ratatouille
WHAT A FILM BTW. I’ve always loved Disney – my sister and I would spend nights staying up way past our 8pm bedtime watching Aladdin and Peter Pan, with a fair few stolen After Eight mints from my mum’s bedroom too. This film just completely blew me away – the animation was new and cool and it was set in PARIS.
Even now, ten years later (omg ten years wtf) I still think about the scene where Remy combines the cheese and grapes, and little fireworks and swirls form in his mind. I once ate a McDonald’s chip and then took a sip of my strawberry milkshake, and legit I’m pretty sure that’s what happened in my mind.
2008: The Chronicles of Narnia – Prince Caspian
Enter stage left – my second love. At the age of nine, Prince Caspian had everything I could ever want in a guy (or so I thought). He had a sword, long hair, an accent I had never heard before and he fought Peter Pevensie (I seem to hate a whole lot of Peters).
I thought it was the coolest combination of Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter, and it was while watching this that I began to have a crisis about my true Hogwarts house. I had always thought myself a Gryffindor – I had the scarf, the pens and the egotistical ‘I’m-better-than-you’ attitude that all young Gryffs seem to adopt. But I found myself siding with Edmund Pevensie about a whole lot of things. I didn’t fully accept Slytherin as my true house till a good few years later.
2009: Star Trek
I watched Star Trek before I even touched Star Wars, and I was absolutely hooked. It was what introduced me to science fiction, really. After Star Trek, I moved onto Doctor Who, and although I couldn’t really get into the Star Trek TV series, I found my love of sci-fi growing.
It was my love of Star Trek that caused me to accidentally find Star Wars. My brother would constantly go on about C3PO and lightsabers, and I decided very early on that it wasn’t for me. But after trying (and failing) to find Star Trek online, I accidentally found Star Wars instead, and thus began my love of the Skywalkers and giant wookies named Chewy.
2010: How To Train Your Dragon
Other than Aladdin, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III was one of my first (of many) cartoon crushes. I thought he was the most adorable lil guy ever – he was clumsy, dorky, and absolutely loved animals. He was perfect. I thought the animation was absolutely incredible, and the Scottish accents were just a bonus. I much preferred being compared to Gerard Butler than a green ogre, in all honesty.
And don’t even get me started on how he looked in How To Train Your Dragon 2 – oaft.
2011: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part Two
HPDHP2 is right up there with the Prisoner of Azkaban. I remember heading to the midnight release of the last Harry Potter book – I was decked out in a Scream robe that we’d stitched a Gryffindor badge onto, with curly hair that reached my shoulders. And yes, I won the costume contest. But I remember staying up that night and reading the book until 7am, and having to head to school the next day without a wink of sleep. And yet I didn’t care – I had just finished the last book in a series that completely shaped my childhood.
So when the movie hit the cinema screens, I was praying that I wouldn’t be disappointed like I was with some of the others. And apparently, my prayers were answered. Even although the Deathly Hallows is split into two parts, I always consider them the one film. And it’s most certainly my favourite.
2012: The Perks of Being a Wallflower
This film really got to me. I bundled up in warm clothes to see it in the cinema with my friend Ailish, and it was the first ever film I had cried at. I’d read the book before hand and cried my eyes out, but the severity and meaning of the story didn’t hit me until I watched the film. Logan Lerman and Emma Watson were two of my favourite stars at the time: I knew Emma from Harry Potter obviously, whilst Logan stole my heart as Percy Jackson.
But what struck me most was the way I related to these characters. I often found myself standing next to the wall in school dances, watching people having a good time but being physically incapable of joining in – it was as if my feet were constantly glued to the floor. It was comforting to know that I wasn’t alone in this, and it lead to me being able to open up to my guidance teacher about my struggles with anxiety.
I also wrote about the original book in my piece ’13 books to help get over a break up’ – check it out.
2013: The Hobbit – The Desolation of Smaug
When the making of the Hobbit was first announced, I was ecstatic. But my excitement somewhat wavered when I heard they were turning into three films. It was a small book – tiny in comparison to the three Lord of the Rings texts – how on earth would they stretch this wonderfully small work into three different films?
And yet somehow, they managed it, and subsequently made one of my favourite films of all time. Why, you ask? The barrel scene.
2014: Guardians of the Galaxy
Not gonna lie, this one was a toss up between the hilarious Chris Pratt and the absolutely adorable Baymax. But, as much as I love Disney’s tale of superpowers and love therapy in Big Hero 6, it didn’t win this year for me. The best thing about the film is without a doubt the soundtrack – even four years later, I still listen to it when I wanna get psyched.
I wanted to cosplay as Gamora for last year’s MCM Comic Con in Glasgow so bad, but then I realised that I’d more than likely sweat off the green body paint and the leather would more than likely get quite uncomfortable.
2015: Star Wars – The Force Awakens
Up until 2015, I was losing interest in Star Wars. I’d watched the films countless times, but as much as I adored them, I couldn’t stop thinking about the shabby effects. So when Finn, Poe and Rey lit up my local cinema screen in December 2015, it was as if I was born again. I suddenly dived back into the world of lightsabers and gun-wielding Wookies, and I genuinely haven’t looked back since.
And although I cried my eyes out when that thing happened, I agreed with it – it was about time.
2016: Finding Dory
I actually travelled Australia for a month last year – I left school and just decided to get away from everything and everyone for a little while. So after I met my brother and we began to explore Sydney, we decided what better place to watch the latest instalment in Finding Nemo than the place where it’s set??
I was slightly disappointed to find out that Nemo and Dory did not, in fact, stay in Sydney for the duration of the film, but even so – it was just amazing.
I was going to write a segment for 2017 but then I realised – I legit haven’t watched any new releases yet. I’ve simply not had any time. And yes, that means that I haven’t even watched the new Beauty and the Beast. For shame.
But even although I haven’t watched anything yet, there are tonnes of films that I’m looking forward to – Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2, Spiderman Homecoming, and Star Wars: The Last Jedi to name a few.
Hey, maybe I’ll revisit this post at the end of the year and add in my favourite film.
I’m tagging the fantastic Emily and Lucie in the ‘Film for every year of my life’ tag.
What are your most loved films from these years? Do we share any favourites? Or do you think my choices are just downright wrong? Let me know!
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Golden Trio Boys Dating A Bookworm
I’m adding Cedric and Oliver because why not add two more cuties to the list. Plus they don’t get enough love.
Harry
Harry is pretty busy with detention from Snape to quidditch practice to homework and somehow getting involved in crazy shenanigans on a daily basis. So when he has the time to spend with you alone he doesn’t like you having your head in a book. He wants your full attention and is super needy. Sometimes he’ll even try hiding your books. He loves that reading makes you happy but he wants to make you happy and spend time with you. Even though he seems pretty anti reading, he only ever reads when it’s absolutely necessary for school work, he’ll still get you books as presents all the time. He also endures those long days at the library if it means he can spend time with you because he knows how much time you spend helping him with homework and going to his quidditch practices and games.
Ron
Ron doesn’t really understand how someone can enjoy reading that much, and Hermione has tried to explain it many times but he still didn’t get it. That doesn’t mean that he’s against your habits, he actually thinks you look absolutely adorable when you’re lost in a book. He’ll enlist Hermiones help to find you new books and asking her what ones she thinks you’d like best. Then Fred and George would tease him whenever he enters the common room with an arm full of books about how whipped he is. He really is. He almost threw his back out once trying to carry like 20 books back to your dorm for you to read. You love that he’s so supportive of your slight *cough* huge *cough* addiction to books and you love cuddling up to him on the sofa by the fire while reading a really good book.
Neville
Neville likes reading too, not the same books as you because he mostly dabbles in herboligy books. You two have little library dates where he you help him find books you think he’ll like and then you two will sit there for hours just reading in each others presence. It really helps Neville because he’s normally so stressed and just sitting there with you really calms him. He loves when you get excited about books too, when he looks up from what he’s reading to see your eyes lit up, or when you’ll break the silence to tell him about what you’ve read with a childish joy in your tone. He also has no problem with carrying your books around when you two are strolling around the school, it makes him feel like a man to be able to do that for you as silly as that may seem.
Fred
Fred will hex anyone who even thinks about teasing you about your constant reading. Of course he would tease you all the time, so would George. Fred would slip the book you were reading from your grasp while you were reading it and hold it above his head while you jumped to try and get it back, but he was much too tall. You were honestly a good influence on him, while you read in the library he’d actually do his homework for once in his life. His parents absolutely loved you for it because not only did Fred’s marks go up but so did Georges because the three of you were together constantly. You fall asleep while reading a lot so Fred will pick up all the books laying around you and put them away before slipping in bed beside you.
George
He would never tell a soul but he actually enjoys reading some science fiction books. You figured it out when you caught him reading while you were looking for books at the library. So now you help him find books he likes to read, and he will go off when he’s with you about how cool the book he’s reading is. So he totally gets why you love reading so much. Still teases you because you read way more then him. ‘So what, are you calling me a nerd?’ ‘Yeah but you’re my nerd’. Fred living for the moments when he finds the two of you entangled together book reading contently, because he loves seeing his brother happy and you make him so happy.
Draco
Draco at first thinking you were lying about liking to read and that you were really sneaking off to hang out with some other bloke because honestly who really like reading other then Granger. Then one day when he can’t find you he goes looking in the library expecting to find you with another guy but actually stumbling upon you reading, for real. His mouth hung open because you must've been surrounded by dozens of piles of books just sitting on the floor reading one of the many. After that day he basically bought you an entire library because he wanted to make you happy (and he felt guilty for thinking you were cheating on him). When he brought you home Narcissa liked you but Lucius was indifferent that was until he found you in their home library and learned about your extensive knowledge of classic literature. That’s when he decided there was no one more fit to date his son.
Cedric
Cedric was head over heels for you so he was on board with whatever you wanted to do. That’s why most weekends were spent surrounded in books, reading books, and talking about books. He loved just watching you read, it made him happy and it calmed him down. He also liked to read not as much as you but he did and he understood how you became so engulfed in the pages. He loved how smart you were and the little facts you’ve learned from reading that you share with him. You tried to set your books aside sometimes though because you thought Cedric deserved a break from the library, even though he had no problem as long as he was with you.
Oliver
Oliver Wood liked to think he wasn’t the jealous type, but he most definitely was. That’s why he denied it whenever you accused him of being jealous of your books. How could he not though, you had a book when you were watching his practice, you were reading during your spare class time, before classes, after dinner. All the time it was constant, you could say the same thing about quidditch for him but he didn’t like to look at it the her way round. When you found out how he felt you started reading less especially around him, and it was putting a major damper on your mood since you weren’t the most social person and it made you feel rather lonely when Oliver wasn’t paying you attention. It created a rough path in your relationship, and that scared Oliver so much, because he loved you, more then quidditch and that was a genuine surprise because he didn’t think he could love a girl more then quidditch. So he tried reading a book. He never finished it in fact he never made it through the first chapter, but he tried and when you found him sitting in the common room with such a concentrated look on his face reading your favorite book it melted your heart. He eventually got over the whole jealousy thing and learned to look your little quirk.
#Harry Potter#Ron Weasley#Draco Malfoy#fred weasley#george weasley#Neville Longbottom#cedric diggory#oliver wood#harry potter imagine#golden trio
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