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helnjk · 3 years

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Silent - D.M.

Draco Malfoy x fem!reader

Requested: yes

Hey there, can I request a Draco X Reader, with the angst prompt, ~26. “please wake up”~. It could be something like, Reader finding Draco passed out somewhere, during or post the Hogwarts Battle. Thank you already 🌿

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: You had made it out of the crossfire alive. Your only hope was that Draco had too.

Warnings: angst, mentions of injury & the final battle

Prompt is in bold and flashbacks are in italics

There was silence now, finally.

For a while you had thought that it would never be quiet. Not after the screams echoed through the halls that once held so much laughter. Not after the stone walls that offered such a solid foundation to all who passed crumbled like sand.

But finally, thankfully, the castle was quiet.

You were sat on one of the benches in the Great Hall, hearing but not really listening to the tired but relieved whispers that danced throughout the packed room. It hadn’t been more than an hour since the dark lord’s demise, yet the air had already seemed to be lighter and brighter than it had been in a long time.

“You’re all set, dear.” Madam Pomphrey said, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder before going to check on the rest of the injured.

You had twisted your ankle stumbling through the rubble littered grounds and were at the end of a few hexes that left a mark here and there, but overall you were fine. And you thanked the gods that all you had to show for surviving the heated battle was a few cuts and bruises.

A soft voice broke you out of your dazed stupor, “Y/N.”

It was a familiar voice. One that you hadn’t heard from for a long time, but one you recognized nonetheless. After all, the many summers at the Manor gave you many opportunities to speak with the owner of the voice.

You furrowed your brows and turned, “Narcissa? I-What, what are you doing here?”

Narcissa Malfoy could tell that there were quite a few cautious glances sent her way, but she paid them no mind. They were not what she was here for.

“Y/N, have you seen Draco? I would have thought he’d be with you.” She whispered urgently as she made it to your side.

Much like the previous matronly figure that attended to your wounds a few minutes ago, she placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed. Although this time, you could tell by the way her nails just slightly dug into your cloth covered flesh that she was more worried than she portrayed to be.

Draco. Oh gods, Draco.

He had been at your side when the battle first began but in all the chaos, he seemed to disappear into thin air. You had promised him that you would try to be as safe as possible, but now it seemed that he was the one who should have made that promise.

“I-I don’t know where he is,” You breathed, your heart stuttering in your chest, “I haven’t seen him since the battle.”

Your legs acted on their own accord as you stood up shakily. Narcissa, sensing that you were just as worried as she was, let you take her arm as support but said, “Y/N, you’re injured. Stay here, I will look for him.”

“No,” You shook your head, ignoring how the rest of the hall seemed to be listening to your hushed conversation now, “I want to find Draco. Madam Pomphrey fixed me up, I’ll be fine.”

“It seems that I can’t stop you then.” She stated.

Without a second glance at the rest of the occupants of the Great Hall, Narcissa hooked her arm around yours and led you towards the exit.

In all the rubble and mess that was the Hogwarts castle, Narcissa still seemed so elegant and poised. Her hair was haphazardly tied back and there was soot and dust coating her skin, but she never once looked as if she was bothered about going through hell and back.

She whispered something that you didn’t quite catch, but all of a sudden her wand began to spin on her palm. It stopped after a few seconds, pointing in the direction of one of the hallways. You held back your awe at her modified point-me spell.

“Come.” She stated, beginning to walk in the direction dictated by her wand.

The hallway was empty for all you thought. debris and dust floating around, highlighted by the sunlight that filtered through the cracks in the walls. The silence echoed louder here than it had anywhere else in the castle, and it gave you a bad feeling.

You were proven correct when Narcissa’s wand sharply pointed to the right.

A gasp echoed through the empty hallway as you were met with the sight of a deathly pale Draco. His limbs were set at an awkward angle and he was lying still on the dusty floor. It took you a moment to realize that the sound had come out of your mouth, as Narcissa’s was set in a thin line and her behaved on body was on autopilot.

The both of you dropped to the floor next to his cold body and the first thing your shaky hands managed to wrap around was his wrist. The tightness in your chest eased up microscopically as you felt the soft beat of his pulse.

“He’s alive, he’s alive.”

Your whispered mantra was just enough to keep you going as Narcissa performed spell after spell to keep Draco afloat and breathing. The moment the three of you entered the Great Hall, Draco brought in through her levitation charm, more murmurs met your ears.

You paid them no mind, you were used to ignoring them. There were more important things at hand.

“Poppy,” Narcissa choked out, which was enough to gather the attention of the mediwitch, “Please we need your help.”

Your ears rang, long after the dark lord’s voice left everyone’s minds. The feeling of unshakeable cold hadn’t left your system and you found your arms wrapped tightly around yourself for some sort of comfort.

Everyone around you seemed to be frantically making their way to leave or to prepare the castle for the onslaught of violence that the night would inevitably lead to. Everything was so fast paced, it felt as if you barely had time to breathe.

“Y/N!” Draco’s voice called out to you and your eyes searched frantically for his.

“Draco,” You breathed when he had found you and nearly knocked you over with the strength of his embrace, “Oh thank Merlin, you’re okay!”

The bags under his eyes were striking, highlighting his pale skin and tired eyes, and for a moment all you could think about was taking his hand and running away with him. Instead, you took his face in your hands, warm palms pressed against clammy skin, and your thumb brushed against him as it had many times before.

The two of you were aware of what was to come, of the violence and inevitable bloodshed, but in that moment the rest of the world seemed to fade away. Your eyes only saw him, and his only saw you.

“Say the word, Draco, and we can run away from all of this. We can leave now and never look back,” You begged, tears pooling in your eyes.

“Listen to me, Y/N,” He said gravely, “I need you to promise me that you’ll be as safe as possible tonight.”

“Draco, I-what does that mean? What are you going to do? Where are you going?” You asked frantically, clinging on tightly to his arms.

“Just promise me!” His grey eyes were alight with so much intensity that all you could do was agree.

“I promise.” You said with as much courage as you could muster, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Your lips met in a flurry of silent words and unfulfilled wishes. It spoke of all the time you had spent together and all the time you wished you had spent with each other. It was a promise. A promise to see each other on the other side, to make it out alive.

A different sort of silence enveloped you as you sat on the uncomfortable chair. The bright white lights of the room hindered you from getting any sort of restful sleep, as you waited on baited breath for any sign that Draco was waking up.

It had been almost a month since you and Narcissa had found him, cold and pale, teetering on the edge between life and death. If Madam Pomphrey hadn’t taken a look at him when she had, you didn’t know what would’ve happened.

With a sigh, you gripped onto his limp hand, “Please wake up.”

Of course, no reply came from his unconscious form, so you continued your daily routine of updating him on what was going on as the rest of the world began to pick up the pieces and heal.

“Potter came to visit earlier, you know,” You murmured quietly, brushing the pale locks away from his face, “Said he wanted to see how you were doing. I thought it was sweet of him to come, you know, saviour of the wizarding world and all.”

“Narcissa’s off at the manor today, said she wanted to, and I quote, ‘Rid the damn place of anything that reminds her of what’s happened.’” You continued, “I think it’s a great step in the direction of healing. She’s quite brave to be doing that, especially when Lucius is still undergoing his trial.”

You took a deep breath, “I miss you, and everyday I keep hoping that it will be the day you finally open your eyes.”

The only breaks you gave yourself during the day were for using the bathroom, eating meals, and when the healers would insist you go home to take a nap and have a shower. In all honesty, you were grateful that they were being as kind as they were. If Draco were awake, he would definitely have made you do the same. He always was the worrying type.

Now it seemed as if the roles were reversed. All you did was worry these days.

“Y/N!” Draco’s main healer said once you had stepped out of the floo, pushing a paper bag in your direction, “Narcissa just left. She gave me strict orders to make sure you got this and ate all of its contents.”

A smile etched its way onto your face at the thoughtfulness of the Malfoy matron, “Thank you. It’s nice of her to keep me in mind.”

The two of you made friendly smalltalk on the way to Draco’s room at the end of the hall. Narcissa had insisted that he have a private one all to himself, which seemed to be the best idea, especially after everything that went down nearly a month prior. It also allowed you to pay him a visit and stay by his side as long as you wanted, without having to keep your stories and rambling down and in hushed tones.

When you stepped back into the room, a small chuckle escaped your lips at something the healer had said. You almost didn’t notice the grey eyes that immediately focused on you, the moment you entered. Almost.

“Draco!” You nearly yelled, rushing to his side and gripping one of his hands in yours, “You’re awake! How are you feeling?”

“Much better now that you’re here,” He breathed, a tentative smile gracing his lips.

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the19thduckpotato · 4 years

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((reposted with permission from @my-favorite-aesthetics, a little active storytelling going on in which Toshi takes Izuku to some of his favorite waterfront shops)) Izuku looked around as they entered the door of the popcorn shop, distracted by all the new sights and sounds and SMELLS, OH WOW, THE SMELLS— It made him a tiny bit dizzy with the sudden intensity of it. Toshinori waved cheerfully at the greeting calls of "oh hello, Mr. Yagi!" A plump lady with her hair wrapped up beamed and bobbed welcome. "Just in time for the fresh batch--and who is this?" Toshi grinned. "This is Izuku, my student. Izuku, this is Madame Popol. I've been talking up your skills all afternoon so you might want to break out your best flavors." Madame Popol looked delighted at that and bustled off to do just so. Toshi took a seat at the nearby bench and breathed deep. How he missed the scents that mingled here! After flashing a grin and small wave at Madame Popol, Izuku took a seat beside his dad, smiling up at him fondly. He looks so happy...♡ Madame Popol soon returned with a circular wooden tray carved with multiple notches. In each notch sat a handful of popcorn, each a different shade of color. The plump lady began to describe the flavors and Toshi made his mind wander. remember when you used to get bags full of popcorn all the time? And Torino would bark disappoint at your snacking habits while Master would just roar laughter and steal a few kernels? "...now this one is strawberry, over here is smokey chipotle, and this one is classic white cheddar." Toshi's mouth watered a bit and he glanced about at the brightly colored bags, tied with equally bright ribbons. Then, unbidden, a sudden urge to rise up and plunge his hands into the barrels and bags of popcorn. Sink in, elbow deep, and start wildly stuffing his face. that would be incredibly stupid. I know You'd land yourself in the hospital with a stunt like that. I know. And so Toshi busied himself with watching Izuku's reactions to the many flavors presented him. Izuku’s eyes were wide as he listened, not remembering all of the flavors in the list but making a beeline for the strawberry, picking up a kernel and popping it in his mouth. “Mm!” His eyes somehow got wider. “That’s really good!” Madame Popol winked. "Excellent! Sweet taste for an equally sweet boy. Don't you worry now, Mr. Yagi, I got some of yours all prepped and ready to go." Toshi began to pull his wallet out and Madame Popol cheerfully swatted his hand. "Poppi!" "You just let me borrow this one's tastebuds for a few more flavors and we'll call it even. ...how about cookies and cream, Izuku? Or pickle? Bet you never heard of that before!" Half Izuku’s face scrunched, though he kept smiling amusedly. “Bet I have!” "But have you actually tried it?" “Wwwwwwell....” Madam Popol held out the tray. Toshi leaned back on the bench and smiled, closing his eyes and breathing deep again. just one handful surely it wouldn't be that bad A really small handful, even Izuku took a piece.... His whole face scrunched up. Toshi was finding the temptation getting a bit too strong and turned to Izuku to stammer out some sort of excuse-- --saw the kid's face-- "What on earth?!" --and gave in to a helpless bout of laughter. Madame Popol beamed at both of their reactions, still keeping a knowing eye on her lanky regular. "Isn't that marvelous?" she chirped. "I'm... not sure it's... my cup of tea." Izuku shook his head, a tiny bit of blush on his cheeks, but being honest. Really don't like pickles.... "It isn't for everyone," Madane Popol agreed, not even slightly put out. "Now then. As you can see, we're pretty talented here. So I need to ask--what is one flavor you'd never expect to taste on popcorn? And not anything too weird or wild. I'm asking from a curious business owner standpoint." Izuku thought for a bit. "....Well I wouldn't want to eat it, but... horseradish?" Madame Popol nodded thoughtfully. "And what about something you would eat? Something like--" With a sudden expert motion that surprised even Toshi, she snatched a small bag from behind the counter and tossed it to the tall blond. "Mr. Yagi," she scolded fondly but firmly, "My dear, have a munch on that and please cheer up. And you--" she said, pointing at Izuku. "--flavor?" Toshi looked sheepish as Madame Popol dropped a large cloth bag in his lap and began filling it with assorted flavors of popcorn. "How many kids in your class again, hun? I'm sure our lovely Mr. Yagi will make sure these all get to them, won't he?" "Uuuuhhh...." Izuku thought more. "Really, I just like the cheddar stuff, mostly." He popped one in his mouth, smiling at the flavor. "Strawberry is good, but I could eat these about forever." Am I being too familiar? This is oddly easy. If the words are coming this easy, are they really good? Or am I just not paying enough attention.... He looked around at Toshi and Madame Popol. They do seem unoffended though... maybe it's good, maybe I'm just being funny... yes, play the clown, I can do that... be sure not to try too hard, though, no one likes that-- stOP OVER TH I NK I N G Toshi froze as the cloth bag filled up. Was I that easy to read? Crap. I need to get better about that. To stop making it so visible. He glanced at Izuku--my anchor--and grinned. "You heard him, Madame Popol, biggest bag of cheddar you got." She pretended to look offended. "I dont think you realize just how big the biggest bag I have is. I daresay you'd need to bring your big self out to haul it away." She flexed one arm and giggled. Toshi gave a gentle smile at that. "Sounds like a challenge," he returned, a little less enthusiastic than he had meant to sound. Izuku covered his face and squeaked happily at that. "I didn't mean FOREVER forever!" Oh noooooo, that's too much! I can't let him buy that for me... but I can't STOP him! He grinned widely, though not missing Toshi's tone of voice. He didn't quite know what to make of it, though, so he filed the fact away while keeping it in reach. Madame Popol wedged one last portion of popcorn (bacon jalapeno) into the cloth bag and tutted at Toshi's protests. "Now now, I dont expect you boys to carry any of these around all day. You look like you have other places you want to visit. I'll just have these sent to your office, Mr. Yagi, darlin." Toshi shifted for his wallet again and she cheerfully hmphed. "This man," she sighed in frustrated adoration, "he doesn't even eat yet like I ask and yet still tries to pay before services rendered." "Poppi--" "Shoo with you now! Out of my shop, no, out, I'll send you the bill later. Izuku please, one moment." She beckoned to the boy while still shooing Toshi out. "--?" Izuku looked between Madame Popol and the currently-leaving Toshi nervously. He could feel his muscles tensing at the idea of staying behind alone, but... his gaze settled on her. She produced a pocket sized bag of strawberry popcorn and pressed it into his hands. "Whatever you're doing, keep it up. This may sound odd but...you're very good for him." She sighed softly and gazed about her shop. "Would that I could show him my appreciation for all that he's done with more than just popcorn but that's what the heavens saw fit. So that will be as I keep doing. But you--" Her eyes twinkled knowingly. "--you've been blessed with the ability to bring his smile out." She looked like she wanted to say more, then shook her head and waddled back to the counter. "Come back anytime, lovey. There will always be a bag of your favorite waiting here for you." Izuku gazed up at her as she spoke, completely understanding what it feels like to want to support someone you're grateful to but... not being able to. He smiled down at the bag of strawberry popcorn in his hands, glad he had met this Very Warm Person. "Thank you," he said softly. She gently tweaked one of his freckled cheeks. "No no," she replied. "thank you." Then, returning to form, she cheerfully flapped her apron at him. "Get on, now! That man has long legs and could be halfway to Kyoto by now. Go catch up!" He squeaked and ducked at the tweak, and hurried obediently after Toshi out the door......... ---------- yknow, for a one off character, I adore Madame Popol --pretty sure she was half inspired by Madame Pomphrey by name and half by Professor Sprout. gonna see if I can doodle her up later.

#mha #bnha #fan writes #mander!#ducky's #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #izuku #midoriya #deku #toshinori #dadmight #all might #sunflower dad #fluffy #fluff

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seriouslyblacklikemysoul · 4 years

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Until Forever - Sirius Black x Reader

MASTERLIST Warnings: My English as always. Pics aren’t mine. Since I started this story, I knew where I wanted it to end but the middle part was a surprise, the characters showed me the way and I am simply trying to tell their story. It is going to be a Sirius Black story but not so easily. Also, I am so sorry for the mini pause. I am back. Word Count~ 2.7k. Prologue | Mercury | Delicate | Blue | Running | Aftermath

Chapter 7. Stardust.

She had avoided breakfast, considering that it would be too awkward – especially since she didn’t know what to do. But she couldn’t avoid them forever. She knew that it was wrong playing with feelings, it was wrong hurting others but she hadn’t been able to answer the question James had asked. Everyone had always believed she had the answer. They would turn to her in distress and she would watch them slowly collapsing into themselves. A broken record, spiraling into oblivion. Paralyzed, unable to help the situation, leaning forward ingesting the emotions running through their mind. But they had never thought that she held no answers. She was a question herself. She wasn’t handling it very well either. She had to talk to him, clear things up. Just thinking about it stressed her out but she knew it was important to function like an adult about it. She had loved the book he had gotten her – it reminded her of her previous life and it was keeping her grounded to her true self. But it made her life so much more complicated because he had payed attention, he had given it thought, he had gone out of his way – and for fuck’s sake, he was always there. It was very early and Hogwarts was covered in mist. Beautifully enchanted and haunting at the same time. She walked all the way to the kitchens and finally thought about the castle itself; it was old – maybe not ancient but one thousand years were a lot. She had never given much thought to the location but Scotland’s Highlands had to be the most serene place in the world. She always wanted to visit Scotland and she never knew why – maybe because it felt magic and it would had been the closest, she would ever get to it. Entire valleys covered in green beneath an almost transparent gray sky and shore so dramatic alongside the beautiful coasts and the magnificent freedom of it all. And Hogwarts happened to be in the middle. The stones felt wise, as if they were meant to build a castle that would help magic grow. She hadn’t thought about how rare her experience was, mainly because after a while she had somewhat forgotten about the whole time-travel surreal thing. She couldn’t pinpoint the moment she had let go of her memories and started creating new one but it must have been somewhere between the soft, velvet, dark sky and the shy, twirling, luminous dawn. She finally made it to the kitchens and something struck her as odd; there were no elves. She already knew – she knew that he would have to be there. Because of an entire castle, he had to be there. Taking in a deep breath, she went to make her chai tea latte. He remained silent – he didn’t how to start and what to say. People don’t just kiss and never speak again – or they do but he didn’t want to think about that. Passing by him, without looking him in the eyes made her feel like a liar. “Hey” she gently greeted him and his heart skipped a beat – she wanted to talk to him and that was a start point. He slowly raised his eyes to meet her figure – he didn’t remember a time she didn’t wear black, gray or deep purple. Replying a single hey didn’t feel right; too pretentious and cold. Instead, he stood up from his seat, walked towards her and the counted, almost towering over her, as she prepared a drink Remus didn’t know. “What’s that?” he carefully asked her, pointing with his chin at the cup. She let a small chuckle escape her lips as she finally turned to look at him. A big mistake. She could never say no to that pair of eyes. Great. “It’s called chai tea latte and it’s quite aromatic and flavorful” she explained as if nothing had happened. But something had. He nodded, pressing his lips into a thin line. He wanted to talk about it but seeing her so peaceful made it impossible. She wasn’t peaceful at all; all the serenity was superficial. She let her cup down onto the counter and turned her entire body towards him. It was time. “Thank you. For the book” she started but he got discouraged and nodded all nervously. “Oh, yeah. No problem:” … no problem? He wanted to slap himself out of whatever trance he was. She chewed on the inside of her mouth, gesturing him to sit down again, as she took her cup, placed it down to the table and sat down next to him. Before she could say a single word, he blurted out the first thing that came into his mind; the only thing that was there. “You like him, don’t you?” he stated as more of an answer than a question, his facial characteristics twisting in agony and disbelief. She could’ve lied – but what kind of a person would that made her? “You knew that when you kissed me, didn’t you?” she summed their entire problem in one little phrase. And she had been right – he knew that she liked his best friend and that Sirius liked her, he knew that he shouldn’t had left his feelings take control over his actions but he kissed her anyway. He was well aware that something was still out of his understanding, he knew that she was older and the even if she liked Sirius, she wouldn’t had acted. Yet he had kissed her. And she had every right to demand that answer as he had the right to demand his. It was useless because they both knew what the other person would say. He lowered his eyes as she swallowed with difficulty. He was about to stand and leave when her cautious voice stopped him. She hadn’t thought that through, she hadn’t listened to her last remaining brain cell, she hadn’t even begun to realize what would that meant, she hadn’t taken into consideration that the story wasn’t supposed to turn out like that, yet she said it anyway. She felt the same way she had in her previous relationship – it was the right thing to do, the safe bet, the loving companion. “Maybe we can give it a try” she whispered to him. He was startled. He had not seen that one coming and he hadn’t even considered the possibility of her choosing him. Maybe because he wouldn’t. He wanted to ask her why was shy so attracted to darkness but she had already answer him with her eyes. Because it intrigued her. The mystery that was never really resolved. It could change her and take her away from the reality, even when she had to face this every time she woke up. Because it had always been a part of her and something to become associated with. As much as it destroyed her, it also transformed her being and enlightened her emotional understanding. It had its own power and energy. Because she felt emotions to the extreme, there was something disturbing but pleasant about it. An addiction, to repeating bad things, that felt slightly good. “You want to? What about … him?” he found the courage to ask her but she shook her head, locking eyes with him. “I wouldn’t have suggested it otherwise, Remus” she admitted and it was true. She did want to try it because she would never know how would it feel like. And before she could register what happened, he had crushed his lips to hers and it felt soft and nice but she could sense that extra fire which lingered on – he wanted to be bold, especially before a full moon, he didn’t control it. She found herself enjoying the kiss more than she had anticipated. She had always thought that Remus was the last one to indulge in the whole range of experiences that a relationship had to offer, but she wasn’t so sure anymore. He didn’t feel like a virgin after all, she though and smiled into the kiss.

She had never been a fan of labelling things, even when she had to move out of a house and into a new one, her things weren’t labelled. But above all, she didn’t want to label something like the thing she had with Remus as a relationship. She didn’t know where they stood, or how it would progress and she needed time to process the very fact. Remus understood and thought that it would be better if no one knew for a while. Of course, it would slip his tongue the moment his friends would ask him about it because, even though they were his brothers, Sirius was after the same girl, after all. She had been very careful with her thoughts, not wanting Remus to realize the sad truth about their lives. She knew she was a hypocrite but couldn’t find the courage to tell them; maybe at some point, her guilt would choke her – but she wasn’t just there yet. She was wondering alone, wanting nothing more than to be able to chose happiness, but she couldn’t. She was waiting for the four boys to return after another full moon; she was waiting to make sure they were all alright. Knowing that one of them held the power to change the others’ fates, made her stomach flip, in a bad way, ominous and ever present. She heard a pained breath across the corridor, realizing that her feet had dragged her all the way to the Hospital Wing, and rushed towards it. She felt guilty because her eyes landed on Sirius first; how could they not? No one saw her as they all made their way to Madam Pomphrey and she waited until everything was settled. Remus was silent and in a better condition than all the previous times. James was worried, Peter was anxious and Sirius looked miserable. He had a brutal bite mark on his bicep and she understood why Remus had remained silent – he blamed himself. Madam Pomphrey insisted that Sirius should stay too but he played the brave one, diminishing the severity of it. After a while, James and Peter left – not willingly but Poppy had practically thrown them out. She heard the debate between Remus and Sirius as the first took responsibility and the second laughed and joked about it as it meant nothing. Remus rolled his eyes and she took a step back, hiding in the shadows behind the corner. He thought he saw her but wasn’t sure because he was worn out. Not paying attention to what the two of them said, she found herself face to face with Sirius. He had dropped the façade and his face was stained with pain and surprise. She inhaled sharply but sooner rather than later, her eyes traveled to the wound and his followed the same path; he knew that it was too late to hide it and too pointless – she noticed everything and that scared him because he felt exposed in a way he had never before. He did try to get out of it but an austere look and an arched eyebrow made him shut it. He chewed the inside of his cheek as he blushed. She didn’t know what to do but she did know that she had to help him even though he was stubborn. She quickly remembered the Room of Requirement; if he didn’t want to be seen as weak in the Hospital Wing, he would have to comply with that. “Just follow me” she softly told him. He was taken aback; he really believed she would leave him to go and check on Remus. And she probably should have; he wasn’t the one who had kissed her, but oh, how she would have liked that. The room was located on the seventh floor in the left corridor of the Hogwarts castle and had a hidden entrance opposite the tapestry depicting the attempt of Barnabas the Barmy to teach trolls ballet. The way to open the room was pretty simple; she had to walk past it three times thinking about what she needed, and the door would appear. However, her mind wasn’t just thinking about a place to help him, but also, a place to simply be with him. It was to be expected, she thought. A rather spacious room, with all the things that he would need for the wound – a counter with a bowl of water and medicines, a simple bed and bandages – but with a twist; it also had a table with her favorite beer – two of them. He was impressed by the room in front of him but tried not to show it as they walked towards the counter. He eyed the two bottles and smiled with cockiness – well, at least this time, he had every right to. “Trying to get me drunk, love?” he amused and winked at her but she kept her cool, and sat him down onto the bed, putting a little more pressure on the wound than necessary. “I’m the one who need to be drunk right now, love” she told him nonchalantly as she raised the sleeve of his blouse only to find out exactly how extensive the wound was. He tried to smile it away, but he was hurting. She took a deep breath, went to the beers, grabbed them and gave one to him as she gulped it in big sips. She needed that extra kick for what she was about to say. “Take off your shirt” she announced and hoped that her cheeks weren’t as red as she felt. There wasn’t that much light in the room, but it was more than enough for him to see how rigid her breath was as her chest rose and fell – and he averted his gaze faster than he thought possible. He swallowed hard as he complied – not before emptying his beer. She wasn’t surprised or… she shouldn’t have been. It wasn’t his abs or toned torso that made her stare, but his tattoos. Just like photographs, tattoos moved as well. He had a lion – the symbol of his house – tattooed on his right arm, the paws of their animagi forms on his chest and a couple of runes she didn’t know. Solely focusing on the wound in his left arm, she zoned out and looked at it as a single body part that needed tending. There was a poisonous voice inside her head that mocked her for trying to hide her feelings while she had blatantly ignored Remus’ but tended to Sirius’ wound. That felt nice… She had cleaned it out, applied a generous amount of cream and covered it with a bandage when she took a look of his back and was left speechless. He had the planetary system tattooed across his spine and the planets were spinning on their axes. He saw her expression – it wasn’t excitement nor awe… it was something deeper. She closed her eyes and took a big breath. “All set” she broke the silence as she sat down next to him but not too close. He wanted to ask her why… why she had frozen when she saw his tattoo, why she had chosen to help him instead of her boyfriend… why she had to have a boyfriend… his best friend. “Thank you” he said instead. They didn’t know how to be with each other in the same room. There was tension – so thick, somebody could cut it with a knife. And they both knew that at some point their souls would crush and catch on fire. He put on his shirt and stood up, finding an excuse to leave. She agreed – he had a big night and needed sleep. As he thanked her again, he couldn’t stop himself from asking her why. She didn’t answer because she would have to lie and she hated it. She just shrugged and smiled at him in a way that answered more than he had asked. He nodded and left. She fell back on the bed and sighted. All things aside, they had the same tattoo.

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homenum-revelio-hq · 4 years

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Welcome (again) to the Order of the Phoenix, Beth!

You have been accepted for the role of EMMELINE VANCE with the requested age change! We really loved reading your portrayal for Emmeline! We especially enjoyed the details you brought in about her family and upbringing, along with the fact that healing doesn’t always equal warm, gentle, and empathetic. We love having you on the dash already and are excited to see you bring this introspective healer to life!

Please take a look at the new member checklist and send in your account within 24 hours! Thank you for joining the fight against Voldemort!

OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME: Beth

AGE: 24

TIMEZONE: CST

ACTIVITY LEVEL: I feel like I’m literally always around on Discord right now, even if I’m not on the dash. I’ve been trying to do replies at least every other day currently. Given the current COVID situation and summer upcoming, my activity probably won’t change until mid-August.

ANYTHING ELSE: N/A

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Emmeline Vance

AGE: 25

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Emmeline is a ciswoman who uses She/Her pronouns. If she were bold enough to use a label, bisexual would probably fit best, but Emmeline isn’t particularly open about her sexuality and desires. She’s always had more important things to focus on and didn’t really find dating worth the fuss. She’s had a few partners here and there, usually men, but Emmeline has never been in what she considers a serious relationship.

BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood

HOUSE ALUMNI: Ravenclaw

ANY CHANGES: I wrote her age up there as 25 instead of 27 because with all the characters right at the same age, I kind of like the idea of her being just under that, of being familiar with them from school but not actually in that group. This isn’t a sticking point or anything, and I don’t have a problem with her still being 27.

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

PERSONALITY:

Emmeline, a mind so fine, never really expected to shine. Cheesy rhyme? Perhaps. One that would annoy her? Oh, definitely. Emmeline is a person of practicality as often as is possible. Learning new things brings her great joy, but it’s as much about how that information can be used as anything else. Most of the time, Emmeline keeps information to herself. She’d rather be sure than spread false information, and when rumors at the subject of conversation, she’d rather leave things to be spread for themselves.

She has always had a deep fascination with understanding how things work, and sometimes that has meant taking them apart to put them back together. That problem-solving occasionally takes on a singular focus, which didn’t always make Emmeline popular among her peers going up. Given the right situation, she can be a bit intense. A lifetime of trying to monitor that intensity often has Emmeline defaulting to her second instinct: silence. It’s easier to wait and see what others bring to a situation. It’s easier to understand their perspectives, information, and biases when she doesn’t cloud it with her own first. Sometimes Emmeline will then engage in conversation, but if she senses a potential argument that she can’t win anyway, Emmeline often won’t try. She’ll leave it at that, whatever it is.

Still, as much as she pretends to be able to understand the situation as a whole, Emmeline knows she has shortcomings. She often fails to realize how infrequently the whole picture is considered. That’s not to say she’s more objective than most people. She isn’t. She’s just more likely to dig until she thinks she has the most complete story possible. Then she’ll dig a little more just to be sure. It means she has a lot of useless information, but it also means she’s not likely to argue back when someone is wrong when Emmeline doesn’t for sure know if her conclusions are correct. Instead she sits there quietly and just knows the other person is wrong.

Most people seem to expect healers to be especially empathetic. Emmeline is not. She does try. She tries to put herself in other people’s perspectives, but she’s much better doing that from a knowledge perspective than from an emotional one. “If I didn’t know why my skin was blue and steaming, I would also react negatively to someone else not knowing the cause,” instead of a more empathetic viewpoint like, “They are afraid because they don’t understand what’s going on.” She needs a bit of the concrete and the observable. Although Emmeline doesn’t externalize many of her thoughts, she struggles when other people do the same because she isn’t good at reading the emotion within the silence. At work, that’s easy enough to handle because she can ask patients how they’re feeling and coworkers for more information. With the Order, that’s a little more challenging, especially if it’s a conversation Emmeline isn’t technically in, just present for. They seem to happen often. After all, Emmeline is so easy to overlook.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY:

Life isn’t easy in the magical world with a surname that hasn’t been around for the last hundred years or so. Margaret Baxter knew that better than anyone as the child of two muggleborns, but she certainly didn’t do any climbing by marrying a muggle named Allan Vance. She practically lived like a muggle too. It wasn’t until her daughter Emmeline was seven that she fully understood that some of her horticulturist mother’s prettiest and most exciting plants weren’t ones her classmates knew. Nor could any of their mother’s produce a couple drops of dittany to heal scrapes and bruises before giving the ever important kiss to finish making it better. Emmeline grew up in an almost entirely muggle household with little bits of magic that Maggie couldn’t live without. Emmeline had to learn early on which were which, and she needed to know which things couldn’t be mentioned to her friends. Her own magic was most likely to appear when she was trying to make things work. Allan walked into the room one day to find his favorite working model train floating through the air in pieces as Emmeline skipped between them, pausing every once in a while to inspect one. Maggie was able to put it back together, but under his breath, Allan would still occasionally complain that the steam puffed too realistically now.

Allan was a postal worker who believed quite firmly in the importance of hard work and dedication. Had he been a magical man, he likely would have been in Hufflepuff. While that work ethic was something Emmeline did inherit, she was always more like her mother, interested in understanding above all else. Maggie’s interests ended up in herbology. She had a gift for determining how to help plants flourish and cross-develop to create viable hybrids with helpful gifts. While Emmeline never shared her mother’s interest in plants, she embraced Maggie’s methodology toward problem-solving. It became an important step forward for Emmeline.

OCCUPATION:

Emmeline knew from fourth year on that she wanted to be a Healer.

She’d always been good at charms and transfiguration, and in her pursuit of theoretical knowledge about human transfiguration longer before she was old enough to actually do it, Emmeline stumbled upon healing textbooks in the Hogwarts library. They were all well and good, but they couldn’t tell her as much as a real teacher. She went to Madame Pomphrey initially just to have a few questions answered, but the woman knew so much about a subject Emmeline hadn’t realized went so many layers deep. Madame Pomphrey saw her spark and encouraged it, suggesting to Emmeline’s other professors side projects which might be of interest to the young Vance girl. By her seventh year, Emmeline was helping Slughorn brew a few healing potions and fetching herbs from the greenhouses whenever Madame Pomphrey asked. That gave her a head start on some of her peers when she applied for St. Mungo’s Healer Program and, when coupled with her impressive NEWT results, looked quite remarkable to her mentors. Emmeline completed the program as fast as possible, happy to be able to lend a hand and make a difference.

ROLE WITHIN THE ORDER/THOUGHTS ABOUT THE ORDER:

Emmeline learned early on that a person’s value is on what they can achieve, but the magical world is full of people who look at pedigree instead. She’s not even first generation. Not second either. She’s got two generations of magic flowing through her veins, but it’s not about the magic itself; it’s about the heritage that can be used as a weapon. Emmeline is not stranger to this weapon, and she watched it slowly grow stronger around her during her time in training as a Healer. From the first whispers of a group defying Lord Voldemort and his followers, Emmeline knew that was a group she needed to find. At first she didn’t know how, and Emmeline continued on as normal. She couldn’t sit idle forever, though, and it took a few months of listening around corners and staying quiet in the backs of rooms before she’d connected the group to Hogwarts. She didn’t know what it was called or who was involved, but if it happened at Hogwarts, Emmeline knew Albus Dumbledore had to know.

After graduation, Emmeline had continued to meet Poppy Pomphrey for tea at least once a month as they transitioned from a true student mentorship to friends. It was at one such tea that Emmeline revealed what she had learned and insisted that she needed an audience with Dumbledore about it. Poppy agreed to set it up, and less than a week later, Emmeline was a member of the Order of the Phoenix and already working to create a hospital space at the recently acquired Potter Estate. She found it a bit unsettling that such a young wix could have this kind of shelter to casually provide, but Emmeline wasn’t about to question it. James seemed sincere and wasn’t pandering to other purebloods, so Emmeline took it for what it was.

While she could do some to fight, Emmeline very rarely saw battle directly. Most of the time she paced around the Potter Estate until people started arriving back. She’d been pushed to her limits helping the Order. Emmeline was good at her job, but she hated that she had to strain so often. It wasn’t on her own account either. People shouldn’t be put at risk as often as they were. Still, they weren’t doing enough. Too many people got hurt for too little and sometimes no reward. Emmeline couldn’t stand it, especially when she suspected egos and misinformation contributed so frequently. No one ever seemed to be thorough enough when they clarified the facts, and even if they were, they shared half-truths. Emmeline has grown tired of people trying to hold things back. This is a war, and people are dying. Now is not the time to try and seem smart by keeping things to oneself.

SURVIVAL:

Emmeline’s life looks pretty standard from the outside. She lives in a small two bedroom flat and uses the second as an office and storeroom for healing supplies. She remembers to eat regularly and works her shifts at St. Mungo’s with no complaint. She checks in at the Potter Estate about every other day, even if it just means reorganizing her supply of pain potions. She hears things and she absorbs the information, and that cycle had become a bit of a sticking point in her life. Emmeline is so afraid of not being there when someone needs her that she’s allowed basically everything else in her life to slip into the background.

It was easy for her friends and family members to believe that Emmeline was just throwing herself into her work, perhaps too easy. There’s no turning back now, though. Emmeline made a choice, and it’s one she intends to see through. Some days that just means getting through to the next one. She has no idea what the future holds, and at this point, Emmeline is almost afraid of what comes after because it’s easier unimaginable horror or unknowable potential.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Emmeline is perhaps one of the people devoting the most time to the Order, and much of that is in direct service to her fellow members. One might expect that to translate to having more close confidantes in the group, but Emmeline doesn’t take it personally. She’s never been the most popular person in a room. Plus, not being the center of attention has its advantages.

One of those advantages is that she isn’t expected to respond positively if pureblood Order members mention their supremacist families. She hates hearing about it, and that’s just one more reminder that some people in the Order have more to lose than others if Lord Voldemort wins. People like Alice Longbottom have a safety net, family who would assumedly welcome them back, if there’s anything to forgive at all.

She knows that distrust doesn’t breed strong teamwork, but even the people she has no reason to mistrust don’t always leave Emmeline particularly inspired. So many of the members rush to conclusions without the proper facts to back them up, and Marlene McKinnon seems to be one of the worst. That’s not fair, Emmeline knows. She doesn’t know the witch’s full situation, but when every incorrect thing out of her mouth is said with such confidence, it’s hard not to take it personally. Marlene isn’t alone in this unfortunate attitude, but she is perhaps the one Emmeline is stuck dealing with most often. Emmeline tends to stay curt and to the point before quickly slipping away to find someone else for better assistance.

When group meetings so often don’t actually say what they’re meant to say, Emmeline grows frustrated and bored in them. Lately she’s taken to watching others in the circle at such things, and of late, she’s found a kindred soul in Peter Pettigrew. She wishes more people were like them, watching and learning instead of just assuming. She thinks meetings could run more efficiently then. The whole Order could really.

OOC EXPLORATION:

SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS: I have no specific hopes or desires for Emmeline. Romance is far from a primary motivator for her, so it would take good chemistry to start anything.

WHAT PRIVILEGES AND BIASES DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE?

Emmeline would consider herself fairly open-minded, if only because she likes to take all the information available, find more, and then use it to come to a conclusion. She isn’t going to hop on any fearmongering broomstick over werewolves being isolated when all the research and Madame Pomphrey can tell her they’re incapable of causing any more damage than the average wix during most phases of the moon. That’s the logic that Emmeline applies to a lot of people problems.

That said, she really doesn’t have time for people who refuse to learn. The world is full of information, and one of the most important things about learning is the ability to acknowledge when your previous understanding was incorrect and move on. Emmeline’s not sure she’s ever met a pureblood who could truly do that. They loved to pretend they understand what the world is like, even when they’re talking about things they don’t understand. Most don’t know anything about the muggles they claim to be so much better than. It absolutely frustrates her because the knowledge is right there. Unlike wizards, muggles don’t try to hide what they have and pretend it’s much better. They don’t even have television for Morgana’s sake! Muggle technology and medicine could be readily available if wix just got over themselves long enough to see it.

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO? I told myself I wasn’t going to apply for a fourth. That said, I have the time, am enjoying the writing, and felt the call for someone to round out my little collection. I don’t have anyone as level-headed as Emmeline or who manages to carry their confidence without arrogance like she does. I’m excited for the possibilities she creates.

PLOT DROP IDEAS: I do think it would be interesting down the line for someone to challenge Emmeline on something she feels passionately about. Maybe the Order could get ahold of something cursed/semi-cursed that Emmeline strongly disagrees with keeping around because the risks to themselves are higher than the potential rewards as a weapon? Perhaps there’s a building rumor or huge miscommunication that she’s heard enough (indirectly) from everyone involved, but she can’t get people to just talk to each other because they just keep assuming they know the truth when they’re missing major pieces.

ANYTHING ELSE? I love you all! You keep me inspired, clearly.

#homenumaccepted #harry potter rp #marauders rp #marauders rpg #harry potter rpg

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temnurus · 4 years

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For the shipping bingo. Minerva McGonagall/Poppy Pomphrey. What're your thoughts??

Thoughts: I love them, actually! I’ve only really seen them as a side pair in other fics, and I’d say that McGonagall/Hooch is probably more common from what I’ve seen. I like both, but I prefer Minnie and Poppy. <3

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canijustwritemyshit · 5 years

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Soul-Stars

Harry stood there, waiting for the pain to subside. His mark burned, a white hot flame that was stark against his light olive skin. He gritted his teeth and waited, muffling his yelps of discomfort from his horrible aunt and uncle.

“Happy birthday, Harry,” he whispered to himself. He released a breath, as the pain finally ceased.

It took several weeks before he saw a new color. At first he thought it to be a scar, so faint and silvery was this thing, this mark he now possessed. He spent several hours pondering what this star meant for his future, meanwhile another was contemplating much the same question. Who?

Draco Malfoy sat in front of his mirror, inspecting his tattooed skin. The little star raised and irked due to the sudden change in pigment. Emerald green. The color of an old, fading muggle tattoo. The color of seaweed. His heart sank. Green. Not red like the Boy He Loved. Green. He assumed a Slytherin, and his heart plunged. How wrong he was.

A few days later, in the middle of breakfast, Draco heard the shrill yell. "What do you mean your mark has color? We were supposed to be soulmates! How dare you!" Ginerva Weasley. In a plume of hatred and betrayal, she was lit. Red hair suspended in the air with magical anger. "You were promised to me! Dumbledore promised you would be mine if I was helpful to you! He promised me fame! Fortune! The traitor!" She went red. "I, I'm joking! Ha. Hahaha. See, funny!" She tried to backtrack as people started to stand and walk behind Harry.

"No. You are not. You are manipulative and wrong and mean. You are using me for fame, are you not? Ginny. I don't love you. I never loved you. I dated you as it was expected. Not anymore. " Harry bit out. "I think you need to go before you make it worse."

"No! You are mine! And if you won't be mine willingly, I will make you! Crucio!" She screeched. Draco stood as fast as his legs could, and ran. Ran in front of Harry.

Pain.

All Draco could feel was pain. Excruciating, devastating pain. He couldn't see through the thick screams of agony and the stream of tears cascading down his cheeks. Then, silence. Stillness.

"Ginerva Magdalene Weasley! My office NOW." Professor McGonagall yelled. "Harry, dear, get him to Poppy, please. Zabini, Longbottom, keep behind them."

Harry looked down and lifted the frail Draco into his arms, making haste to get him help.

The five minute walk was almost unbearable as they rushed to the Mediwitch. "What has happened!? Harry Potter! Did you do this to the boy? The Headmistress will ne notified immediately!" Pomphrey clucked.

"No, ma'am. Harry was innocent. Malfoy jumped in front of the cruciatus for Harry. Harry's ex threw it. Please, help them!" Neville spoke up, realizing the reason for his and Zabini's presence.

"Zabini? Mr. Potter? Is this true?" She inquired.

They nodded as Harry lay the boy in his arms in a cot as gently as possible. As he released Draco, he caught a glimpse of the boy's collarbone through his disheveled shirt. Green? The color of his eyes.

It took a few hours, many spells and pain potions, but finally, finally, Draco opened his bleary eyes, and croaked a sound that could have been mistaken for a cough or a gag, "Har-" he sputtered. Harry, who had been sitting next to him in the long-felt hours, lost in his thoughts about this newfound situation, turned sharply towards the other boy lying in the hospital bed. The boy who had suffered so much, and had caused much of Harry's own suffering in their primitive years at Hogwarts. The boy who had jumped in front of an Unforgivable for him. Harry was beside himself.

"Shhh, Draco, it's alright," Harry turned to the bedside table and grasped a glass of water, handing it to the other boy, "Drink this, while I get Pomfrey. Hang tight." He offered Draco a tight lipped smile as he left the curtained off area, and went to find the Mediwitch.

A moment later Harry reappeared with the small, rounded woman. "Mister Malfoy! You gave us all quite the scare, and I admit I wrongfully accused the two of you boys to one of your squabbles. For this, I must apologize." She cleared her throat quickly, before marching on to her more professional business. "Right, so, you have no permanent damage done, you seem to be holding yourself well. You will be tired for upwards of a week, and Professor McGonagall has taken it to herself to properly remove the both of you from your dorms, so after I'm through with you, either Minerva or a house elf will escort you to your new room."

They stopped short, the singular 'room' not lost on them even through the hubbub and stress that had occured.

"I see you're both confused, but I'm afraid that the Headmistress will have to explain.

'Anyways, Draco, you will have to be extra careful with overdoing it, which means very little magic, lots of rest, and if you are having any blackouts, pain that causes nausea or vomiting, memory issues, or anything abnormal at all, you must come back. I have here a few pain potions for the next few days, if you need more you come straight to me. If there are no questions, you both will be free to go, I'll retrieve someone to help you to your new housing." And with that, she left.

After a wait filled with anticipation of the unknown, McGonagall arrived, though she looked to be haggard and still very angry. "Potter, Malfoy, I hope you feel better! I have had quite the few hours I'm afraid, what with aurors and notifying the Weasley family, I'm sorry I couldn't come talk to you earlier." She looked like she had swallowed an acid drop that still wouldn't dissolve.

Draco spoke up, "It's alright, I just woke up, and I'm sore, so I'm not the greatest company at the moment."

McGonagall pursed her lips further, "No, I suppose you are not. What say you two stay back tonight from meal time- get more acquainted with each other- and share a meal in your dormitory." She motioned for the teens to follow behind her, as she walked briskly up stairwells to a far back tower towards the outermost corner of Hogwarts itself.

Upon arrival she turned to them, indicating a single painting of a Spector of glowing white blue hovered through a dark view of the stars. "Your password until you so choose to change it-" she narrowed her eyes sternly, "and agree upon it- is anima stella." With that she turned on her heel and strode away, her cloak billowing in a very Snape-ish way.

Harry turned to Draco, "You first? " he rubs his head, sheepishly, unsure. Draco nodded, his nerves equally as unsettled.

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oneshotsinlife · 5 years

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I Will Always Be With You Chapter 7: Paint

Severus woke up early in the morning, he was tired but also weirdly excited, he thought that it may have something to do with being officially the father of a little brilliant boy who was sleeping on the other room, he let himself smile before standing up to cook some breakfast. Today was going to be a busy one, they needed to meet with Dumbledore, just to tell him about the adoption and how everything went, he also wanted to introduce Madame Pomphrey and Hagrid to Harry, he knew that the half-giant was going to be really happy to see the little one, after all he had been counting down the years for Harry to attend Hogwarts. Once the breakfast was ready he went to wake up the little boy. It was incredible how his life and his hopes for a future had changed in such a little time before Harry irrupted in his life his only motivation to get by the day was to wait until his death doing productive things... Harry woke up the same way as the day before, with his dad shaking him awake gently, at first, he flinched slightly, the habits that eight years of being treated badly had built in Harry weren’t going to leave in a day, but right after he realized that his dad was the one waking him up he smiled and sat up. “good morning dad…” he said while he started to stretch, Severus led Harry to the bathroom like he had done the day before, with a small but genuine smile on his face. After breakfast and all the routinely affairs were dealt with they walked outside, adventuring the castle, they climbed the eternal staircase from the dungeons, where their quarters were, to Dumbledore’s office, where the old Headmaster was already waiting for them. “Very good morning, my boys” Dumbledore said in his grandfatherly voice when they entered his office, “good morning headmaster” The first thing that Dumbledore noticed about the little child was his eyes, proving to him how serious was Severus about kipping the child “oh… I see you performed the ritual, you look like the perfect blend of all of your parents Harry, my boy” Harry smiled shyly towards the grandfather figure of Hogwarts “thank you Sir” he mumbled before hiding slightly behind his father’s robes. “We just came here to let you know that the ritual was a success Headmaster, and also to ask you if Hagrid and Madam Pomphrey are available” Severus said in an unthreatening manner, which was unnormal for him “Madam Pomphrey had to leave for the morning, there was a problem in St. Mungos that needed to be addressed, they called most of the mediwitches and mediwizards on England, she should be back by lunchtime, Hagrid on the other hand is with Remus on his hut, they are trying to combine Christmas and Yule, to make the entire affair easy for the muggle-borns…” Severus was startled for a second, his nightmare was back in the castle, and near his son, he would not expose his son to that beast, how is that the Headmaster is letting him near the castle? Oh, yes, Gryffindor favoritism… Severus snapped back to reality when his son touched his hand lightly “dad… are you ok?” he heard his son ask “yes… I am fine… I just… didn’t expect Lupin to be around…” he mumbled to himself more than to the little boy “Severus… my boy, you should talk to him, I know I was not fair, or it seemed like I wasn’t… but believe me, he is sorry” Severus swallowed the bump on his throat in order to try and not be too rude towards Dumbledore, he knew that the Headmaster was right, he always was… well, most of the time, and Lupin probably was sorry, but Severus was not ready to see the man that holds the beat that almost killed him inside him. “I will think about it… we will be in our quarters until Lupin is out of the castle…” he said trying to appear calmed ‘or until I am ready to talk to him’ was implied, after all he would not take Christmas away from his son. Severus and Harry walked back to the dungeon, once they were inside their rooms Severus relaxed considerably and smiled slightly towards the little boy “let’s decorate your bedroom before lunch, then we can go outside and visit Madam Pomphrey” Harry nodded and followed his dad towards the newly added bedroom thinking that he would need to ask about said ‘Lupin’ later at lunch. The child’s bedroom consisted on a queen size bed, a little wooden desk with a matching wooden chair, an old closet that was slightly darker wood color and a couple of shelves where Harry had already arranged his toys “so, my son, what color would you like your room to be?” Severus asked while crouching down to Harry’s size so he would not look intimidating “you can pick any color or pattern” Harry thought for a moment if he could paint the walls any color he would paint them blue, but he also liked green, and red, and yellow, because they were the color of nature and freedom and they, were pretty “can I have a Hogwarts themed room? Like… there!” He said pointing at the wall across from the door where the bed was resting his headboard “I would like to have green, like the snake house… Slee…Slytherin!” Severus smiled widely and with a whispered “Colovaria” he changed the color of the first wall, adding some snakes into it. Then Harry pointed to the wall on the right, were the windows towards the lake were situated “Raven…claw?” he said unsure at the name receiving a smile and a nod from his dad who charmed the wall accordingly, they went on with Gryffindor, in front of the bed, and Hufflepuff, which held the shelves with the toys, it fitted perfectly. Harry nodded along and at the end, he stood up from his seat and hugged the man who immediately picked him up “there is nothing to fear dad… I will be there with you” Severus heart warmed and smiled at the beautiful child on his hands, he was so lucky to have him “you are right my son, and you do not have anything to fear either, I will always be with you to protect you and guide you” he kissed his son’s forehead and cuddled him close. Once they had finished eating Severus picked the little boy up and started their journey towards the hospital wing where Madam Pomphrey, already told about the situation by Dumbledore, was waiting for them to check on the child. Severus sat the boy, who was now shaking out of fear, on one of the little mattress “d-dad…” Severus squished his hand lovingly “everything will be fine my son, Poppy is a friend of mine and I will be here.” Madam Pomphrey introduced herself to the little boy who looked at her warily, normal behavior of a child towards a doctor, once the scanner was completed, achieved by demonstrating every single one of the charms in Dante the rabbit that Severus remembered to pick up before living, knowing that, even if Harry was too old for that kind of comfort, after the abuse, he would need some reassurance that often worked on younger children, the scanner showed how the main physical abuse involved burns and starvation which were easily cured with some cream and a proper diet. Even though the physical abuse was not too harsh, counting on any kind of physical or psychological abuse is harsh and completely unacceptable, the psychological abuse was the worst part, Severus would have to reassure the child about many things that a normal child make take for granted. Overall, the visit to the Hospital wing was a success, Harry had not been sexually abused which was enormous relieve for Severus, but he also had a diet plan and a potion plan for the little one to grow healthy. They were living in the Hospital wing, Harry eating a little sugar quill and talking softly with Dante while his dad took him back to the dungeons, when Severus saw the wolf, he tried to stay as calm as possible when he started to approach “Severus, we need to talk· Lupin said, looking at Harry softly and sadly, Severus, on the other hand, was trying to find a way to politely decline the offer so they could get back to the safety of their quarters.

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robealafrancaise · 6 years

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So I came back to editing in August and immediately signed up for a bunch of collabs. The end result of that is the need to go ahead and post this video already, because it just keeps getting longer. Only one of the collabs is actually posted so far, but I'll update the description on YouTube as they go up.

List of fandoms:

TURN // Victoria // I, Tonya // Kingsman (1 +2) // Crazy Rich Asians // Inglourious Basterds // Horrible Histories // Hogan’s Heroes // Star Wars (III, IV, V, VI, Rebels) // Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World // Wonder Woman // Captain America (The First Avenger, The Winter Soldier, Civil War) // Dunkirk // Harry Potter // The Man from U.N.C.L.E. // Ocean’s 8 // Star Trek 2009 // POTC: The Curse of the Black Pearl // Labyrinth // Attack on Titan: A Choice with No Regrets // The Alienist // X-Men: First Class // Gotham // Batman Begins // Batman: Under the Red Hood

1. [did you ever love me?] Multicouples - Anna Strong/Edmund Hewlett + Queen Victoria/Lord Melbourne

2. [Flames] Multifemale - Tonya Harding

3. [fairly local] Multimale - Eggsy Unwin

4. [Don't Let Me Go] Multicouples - Nick/Rachel + Marcel/Shosanna

5. [Hey Na Na] Bloopers/Behind the Scenes - Horrible Histories + Hogan's Heroes

6. [Bohemian Rhapsody] Favorite Characters Mega Collab - Luke Skywalker + Jack Aubrey + Shosanna Dreyfus + Diana Prince + Bucky Barnes + Harry Hart + Collin

7. Harry Potter Mega Collab - Tom Riddle + Minerva McGonagall + Percy Weasley + Poppy Pomphrey + Garrick Ollivander + more to come

8. [Jumpsuit] Dark Multifandom - Inglourious Basterds

9. [Crossfire] Multifandom - Kingsman + The Man from U.N.C.L.E. + Ocean's 8

10. [Wake Up] Sad Multicouples - Sarek/Amanda + Steve/Peggy + James/Lily

11. [Toxic] Halloween Multifandom - Harry Potter + POTC + Wonder Woman + Labyrinth

12. [Sorry] Multicouples - Anna Strong/Edmund Hewlett

13. [The Broken] Multifandom - Attack on Titan: A Choice with No Regrets + Batman Begins + The Alienist + X-Men: First Class + Wonder Woman + Gotham + LOTR + Star Wars (III, Rebels) + Captain America: The Winter Soldier + Batman: Under the Red Hood

#fanvid #turn amc #inglourious basterds #harry potter #captain america #there are too many to tag so i tried to tag a few fandoms that have multiple parts #my video #my post

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ao3feed-snape · 3 years

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New Professor On The Block

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3aNLyac

by worrywart1966

Summary: Severus Snape always thought of Poppy Pomphrey as one of his few champions, and the mother he never truly had. It was natural, therefore, for him to seek her out during his first few months as a professor for guidance.

Words: 4258, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Severus Snape, Poppy Pomfrey

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3aNLyac

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Severus Snape #Snape #Professor Snape #SS

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emmeoutofline · 4 years

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NAME: Emmeline Vance AGE: 25 BIRTHDAY: August 1, 1951 (Leo) GENDER: Cis-female (She/Her) SEXUALITY: Nothing defined but could define as bi/pan HEIGHT: 5′4″ WAND ARM: Right hand BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood HOUSE ALUMNI: Ravenclaw OCCUPATION: Healer

The Basics:

Past: Emmeline had always been quiet, but not because she didn’t have thoughts. In fact, she was nearly always thinking. She enjoyed looking at the world and seeing the truth behind it - figuring out the faults, seeing the potential. She analyzed people, liked to find the way things worked. It was no surprise to anyone when she was sorted into Ravenclaw upon entering Hogwarts. The house fit her perfectly - she’d finally found people who could keep up with her. She liked having philosophical conversations by the fireplace or studying with her friends. At Hogwarts, she was constantly soaking up information. She loved her classes and focused on that over social activities and events. Some people found her odd because of it - but Emmeline didn’t pay attention to the whispers when she could fill her mind with knowledge. She found a mentor in the unlikeliest of people after a bout of flu: Madam Pomphrey often went unnoticed by people at school, but Emmeline thought her wonderful. The woman knew nearly every remedy in the book and, soon, Emmeline found herself immersed in the field of healing. She often spent her evenings with the mediwitch, trying to get a leg up before graduation. Her skills made it easy to get accepted into the healing program at St. Mungo’s and she excelled at her training. Eventually, however, as the war continued and more people wound up injured or dead, Emmeline knew she needed to do more. She had the skill - she needed to get it to the people in need before they were past the point of no return. She was so unassuming that people didn’t notice her sneaking into conversation, discovering just who to speak to about the organization that kept destroying their towns while fighting You-Know-Who. It was Emmeline who approached Dumbledore first - something rare for the old wizard - and she joined the Order without looking back.

Present: Being the only fully-trained healer in the Order, Emmeline mostly spends her time in the Potter Estate working within the makeshift hospital area after battles. That position lets her hear more than others are aware - and her sharp eye lets her see things other people can’t. She knows a lot of the Order gossip, despite rarely sharing it - and she notices the cracks in relationships often times before the people in them can see it for themselves. Her opinions on important matters typically aren’t sought out by those in the inner-circle, but Emmeline has a lot of ideas on what could be improved. She doesn’t particularly like that she’s underestimated, but not enough to actually do something about it. It’s like school all over again - and, just like when she was a kid, she’s learning things. People are more complicated when they’re under pressure and fighting in a war allows for a lot of miscommunication! If they’d just ask her for some advice, she thinks the Order would be running a lot smoother.

More Depth:

PERSONALITY:

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY:

ROLE WITHIN THE ORDER/THOUGHTS ABOUT THE ORDER:

SURVIVAL:

RELATIONSHIPS:

OOC EXPLORATION:

SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS: I have no specific hopes or desires for Emmeline. Romance is far from a primary motivator for her, so it would take good chemistry to start anything.

WHAT PRIVILEGES AND BIASES DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE?

#bio

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