#professor gaunt au

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can I get a snippet from generosity au or professor gaunt au? pretty please. I can't get enough of these au's I spent way too much time binge reading your au's and stalked your tumblr page just to make sure I didn't miss any random snippet

Hello, sorry it took me a while to come up with sth 😅

Here is a snippet from Professor Gaunt AU

The snow was falling in a large storm outside. It was the first snowfall of the year, and Harry couldn't help glancing longingly to the window beside which the white snowflakes scurried past.

Harry glanced to her wristwatch sneakily, mindful to keep her eyes mostly on the board as Professor Gaunt set out homework — practical, thank Merlin.

Ten more seconds.

“Next lesson, I’ll test how powerful your Shield Charms are.” said Professor Gaunt, his calm voice carrying across the classroom.

The bell rung. Harry and Ron moved with the speed of light. This is how it went: unzip backpack, shove the books and quills into backpack, zip backpack, throw it over the shoulder, jump up and land on the floor.

They were running down the classroom to the doors while everyone was packing their books, Harry holding onto Hermione's wrist while Ron held Hermione's books while Hermione shrieked indignantly —

Harry leapt for the doorhandley ignoring the heaviness of Professor Gaunt's gaze on her, opened the doors, and ran out.

They were just building a snowman and the others were busy building snow fortresses. Professor Gaunt exited through the great, large oak gates, standing atop the stairwell overlooking the courtyard with a frown. He wore a green scarf wrapped around his neck, and a winter cloak. He looked rather grumpy, and Harry wondered if he was like The Grinch.

Abandoning the snowman, Harry trudged up to Professor Gaunt.

“Wanna join us, sir?” asked Harry, grinning. Professor Gaunt’s dark eyes glanced toward her, widening slightly. His cheeks, always as pale as snow, now painted a slightly rosy hue. No doubt because of the chilly weather outside.

“The Ravenclaws got Professor Flitwick. You wouldn't believe how many snowballs he can make with magic. It's like an onslaught. Professor McGonagall won’t play because we get too,” Harry did air-quotes with her gloved fingers, “un-Gryffindorish.”

Professor Gaunt smirked. “I think that is all the truer for Gryffindors. Shouldn't I, direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin, join my House?”

“Slytherins don't participate!” said Fred, running over, catching an enchanted snow fairy he crafted of snowflakes before it could land in Harry's hair. “Too uncivilized for them, Professor. I bet it's uncivilized for you, too.”

Professor Gaunt grinned wickedly, all teeth; Harry felt a shiver rush down her spine.

“I like fights, Mr Weasley.” said Professor Gaunt. “It'd be a shame if you lost to Ravenclaws.”

“Which is why you should join!” chirped Fred, going back to help his brother finish the snowman; they meant to enchant it to life and have it launch snowballs at the opposition.

Professor Gaunt watched the scenery. For someone who knew so much about magic, he appeared out of his depth at the idea of a snowball fight.

“I never played,” murmured Professor Gaunt, so quiet Harry almost missed it had she not been waiting attentively for the wizard's response.

Harry's eyes widened.

“I suppose your family was strict, huh?”

Professor Gaunt simply stared at Harry without giving an answer. After a moment, he spoke again, “It was too cold to play outside during winter. I didn't have the proper attire. But snow always fascinated me.”

Sadness swept over Harry.

“I didn't know how to play either, the first time I came here,” said Harry. “But my friends taught me. Didn't you have snowball fights when you were at Hogwarts.”

“I was busy with other things,” said Professor Gaunt, crossing his arms over his chest.

Harry smiled. “Sure. Well, good thing you've got your students to teach you.” Harry nudged her chin toward her group. “We’ll make you a snowball fight champion in no time, professor. That is, if you don't mind a bit of cold.”

Professor Gaunt’s lips twitched, almost a smile.

“You'll create a monster, Miss Potter.” said Professor Gaunt, eerie. A warning.

“I can handle monsters,” said Harry confidently, and walked down the stairs, onto the snow-filled courtyard, and joined her friends.

Harry heard the crunch of shoes beneath her, and restrained a giddy grin as her friends erupted into cheers. Professor Gaunt was following right behind her.

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Listen. Really horrible, ridiculous idea I’ve just had: Professor Gaunt has to teach sex Ed 😂😂😂

He's very factual about it. He has diagrams. He makes sure no comments are made and that nobody snickers. If they do, he casts a jinx that closes their mouth. He teaches them about foreplay — very important for girls. Teaches the 'if you can't give her an orgasm, what makes you think you deserve one, boy?' ie mutual pleasure. "Girls, you are capable of experiencing orgasm multiple times. Make sure your partner provides that for you. If not, Avada — er, I mean, break it off with him."

Some Mature themes ahead in the text.

I think he'd be very insistent on the seduction and pleasure part. He knows it's all about the foreplay and build-up. It builds arousal. He teaches them there are other types of sex than only penetrative sex. He makes sure they know the importance of rhythm and thrusting. "It's important to keep the rhythm for a while, not change it all the time."

“The clit is your best friend. It opens all doors. Don't grope like a monkey. Explore the body. There are other places to kiss other than the mouth. Tongue, too. They like your hands on other places besides the breasts and waist. Wash your dick. No woman will take that in her mouth if she gags at the smell. For a blowjob, squeezing does wonders. No deepthroating if it's your first time doing that. Kisses and licks are fine, suck in inch by inch, the rest is for the fingers and hand. The balls are off limits, they're very sensitive. Don't grope them before asking. Slow touches, unless you're being quick. Sometimes your partner isn't up to it and you are under no circumstance to try to coerce them. Boys, sometimes, erections are random, and that's completely normal.”

“No means NO.”

“If she likes the rhythm and she moans, don't CHANGE the rhythm.”

Harry also adds a, “He can be the most handsome boy in school, but if he's vile, the moment he opens his mouth and speaks vile things, a girl will not be attracted to him ever again. It goes from hundred to zero.”

Voldemort, internally: Ouch.

Professor Gaunt: Good addition. It's not all about the looks, students. For passing pleasures, certainly, you may just want a pretty face... If that is your cup of tea... You can always keep their vile mouth busy.

That got everyone amused.

They also talk about other sexualities and he provides some information for anal sex, too. "Lube. Lots and lots and lots of lube. There are lubrication spells, write them down. We'll practice them on the next sex-ed.”

He answers all the questions and the male students rush to his desk on advice on girls. Otherwise, everyone is very comfortable at the end. Sure, they were awkward and embarrassed at the beginning, but Professor Gaunt talked about it just as anything else, so they were comfortable by the end. It was nothing to be embarrassed about, and none of them are. He even gives them a list of potions to keep safe during intercourse, as well as spells (there are multiple potions and spells for both genders and are completely effective and without side-effects unlike Muggle medicine)

"And boys, do not use Engorgio! It doesn't work like that. It is not an arousal spell designed to regain an erection or engorge it. You will be sent to Madam Pomfrey and then the entire castle will know.”

At the end of the lesson, he teaches them about sex toys, both Muggle and magical. Anyway, a very useful lesson.

10/10 he is the best at sex-ed. The second best at sex-ed is McGonagall. Also, I think Bellatrix would be great to host a girls-only sex-ed. She's very confident and it would encourage the girls to not be too shy and to embrace their bodies and to “Get on top and ride that dick, make that man your whore, make him beg!" 🤣 She'd teach them about pegging, too.

Oh, and Sirius and Lily would be great at sex-ed, too!

#asks #professor gaunt au

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Okay, but what about Voldemort being competitive as Professor Gaunt? Like, imagine if there is a scoreboard among wizarding schools for OWL-themed exams and he wants Hogwarts to be the top scorer?

“I found something to motivate you,” said Professor Gaunt. While curious mutters spread around the classroom, Professor Gaunt went into his office.

Professor Gaunt returned carrying a white labrador puppy cradled to his chest, and suddenly, Harry thought Professor Gaunt was the most attractive, harmless man on the planet.

The entire class erupted into an, “Awwwww!”

Harry was included in the group. She couldn’t help but coo at the puppy, a big smile spreading on her face.

Professor Gaunt placed the white labrador puppy on his table, for everyone to see him.

“This is Barney,” said Professor Gaunt calmly. Barney blinked around at the thirty pairs of eyes on him. He looked confused, but very happy with the attention, white tail wagging.

Harry wanted to pick him up and cuddle him.

“Barney is here to motivate you to practice your spellcasting and study,” continued Professor Gaunt calmly. “Now, I have the current scores of fifth year Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students here.”

He flicked his wand. The scoreboard appeared on the board. The current top spot was held by Beauxbatons, with Hogwarts coming second.

“Do any of you see what is clearly wrong with this list?” asked Professor Gaunt coldly.

There were nervous gulps all around. Barney continued wagging his tail. It took all of Harry's willpower not to get up and pet him.

“Hogwarts’ OWL scores are not on the top of the list,” he said, answering his own question. “This is where Barney comes in.”

A big, delighted smile spread over Professor Gaunt's face. It was more terrifying than Death itself.

“If all of you don't get Os in your OWLs this year...” Professor Gaunt tilted his head toward Barney. “I kill the dog.”

Harry’s heart stopped in terror.

“NOOOOO!” Harry and the others shrieked in one shrill voice.

“The same ultimatum has been given to the NEWT students,” said Professor Gaunt in an even cheerier voice, like he was trying very hard not to laugh.

Harry was certain now. Professor Gaunt was a psychopath.

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Can I beg thee wonderful God of writing for maybe a quick little professor gaunt (who harry is now aware I'd voldemort of course) comforting her when maybe students keep being assholes to her and it finally gets to her and she just decides she needs him to be their for her AND HE ISSSSSSS ugh you already know I adore you and your writing but I'll keep saying it cause you should here it!

Oh, this is an interesting idea! Thank you for the kind words! ❤️ I'll do my best 👍 Sending love 💖💞

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Harry was just in the library to return the borrowed books by the end of term. The famous rumour that the borrowed, unreturned books flew out of windows to return to their shelves was not one Harry would like to personally witness or trigger.

There were a few whispers as Harry placed the books on Madam Pince’s desk. Harry knew what they were muttering. Nothing new, same old thing they’ve been muttering for the entire year.

Why couldn't they stop whispering and say it to her face? Right. Because that would mean having to look at her directly and say it to her face, giving Harry an opportunity to explain.

Harry walked out of the library. Well, would have, if she didn’t collide head on with Flint.

The universe must really hate her.

Flint sneered down at her. It was nothing compared to Voldemort. Harry didn't flinch, backed away, little less thought of apologising.

“If it isn’t the Dark Lord fighter,” said Flint; just the sound of his arrogant, self-important tone motivated Harry to hex him. “You know, Potter, I'm surprised Weasley still hangs around you. Clearly you bring wizards bad luck.”

“Not as bad luck as you, Flint,” replied Harry, unafraid, unintimidated, staring right back up into Flint’s cold eyes. “Move.”

Flint, apparently, decided he wanted to be put into the hospital wing today, because he didn’t move, and opened his ugly mouth again.

“You know, I'm surprised how nobody thinks you killed Diggory.”

Harry saw red. One moment, she was standing still, the next, she had lunged forward, grabbed Flint by the collar, and drove her knee into his groin.

The groan of pain was so satisfying to hear. It made it worth it. To release all the frustration, the anger, on someone.

Flint crumpled to his knees, hands over his trousers. It was ironic, how easily men could fall, all from a single, well-aimed knee.

Harry crouched down. “I didn't kill Cedric. But maybe I'll listen to all those mutters and rumours and give them something to talk about.” She grabbed Flint by the collar, and growled in the coldest, darkest voice she ever heard herself speak in, “Maybe I'll kill you.”

Flint's face turned deathly pale.

After all, that's what everyone thinks Harry is — a dark witch. All because of Voldemort going after her. Because of Harry speaking parseltongue. And to top it all off, for the entire year, she has been called a liar.

The fear on Flint's face almost made it worth it. Almost chased away the hurt and the boiling anger. It didn't. It was a fleeting relief, not a complete release. The loosening of the chains, not unlocking them.

Harry shoved Flint away, listened to his body tumble to the ground.

Fuck. Stupid, dirty, cheating...

Her neck stung. Something was wrong. Her throat seemed to start clogging, like it was being gagged from the inside by a plug.

It wasn't a jinx. It was a curse that hit her. She couldn't go to the infirmary. It was three floors up. She'd choke on her own breath by then.

No way in hell was Harry going to die by Flint's curse. No way.

Harry knew who could help her before she choked to death. Her heart beat a bit faster at the thought of him.

Voldemort.

Harry ran to Gaunt's office.

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“He deserved it,” Harry managed to gasp through inhaling greedy lungfuls of air to reclaim the lost oxygen back into her lungs.

Voldemort breathed a laugh.

“I don't doubt that,” he said, amused. He was disastrously charming when he smiled like that. A few butterflies fluttered inside Harry's stomach. She tried to wave them away, all to naught. They kept flying around, throwing an entire garden party.

“Thanks,” she said. “I wouldn’t have made it to the infirmary.”

“You welcome," he purred.

Tilting his head, Voldemort surveyed Harry with his red irises. They suited him better than the brown ones. He reminded her of a curious vampire in that moment, with his slicked-back black hair and aristocratic features.

His eyes narrowed. Slender, long fingers — warm, they were so warm — reached out, cupping her chin; he looked very insulted. “Would you cease comparing me to the Muggle invention of vampires?”

A grin lifted on Harry's face. It was answer enough.

Voldemort scowled, serving to amuse Harry more. Voldemort leaned close, his face dangerously close to Harry's now, a severe expression on his face.

“You should treat your soulmate with more respect,” he said scoldingly.

“Oh, really?” asked Harry, fighting back a smile and failing. “I think I’m very respectful to you. If you want to teach me manners, you're going to have to restrain me and talk me into insanity with lessons of propriety, my lord.”

Voldemort shivered.

“Ah, but Harry," he sang her name fondly, a song of the soul. “I like you free and unrestrained.”

Fingers reached out to brush along Harry's cheek.

“I have crossed oceans of time to find you,” whispered Voldemort silkily, breath hot against her lips, red eyes glowing with undescribable devotion and tenderness.

Harry turned beetroot.

Harry tried to say something, opening and closing her mouth. After a few attempts, only a croak came out.

Voldemort laughed; a rich, honeyed sound.

Harry wanted to cover her burning face, to hide herself from the piercing rubies. She found her hands reaching forward, grabbing onto the cloth of his robes.

Somehow, someway, it seemed Voldemort heard all the words Harry couldn't say. He wrapped her up in his arms, pulling her close, to his beating heart.

This time, Harry welcomed it. Harry wanted it.

Harry sighed in bliss. She relaxed into the strong arms, melting into his embrace, burrowing her face into Voldemort’s neck, basking in the warmth of sunlight spreading across her boy. Harry wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her fingers on his nape. The hairs on it rose under her touch.

They held each other there, on the floor, wrapped up in each other, and Harry felt peaceful.

Harry felt happy that Voldemort was here. With her.

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Harry after she’s proven right about Gaunt being Voldemort

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More Professor Gaunt. (because I wanted to write a kiss)

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The next few lessons (Hermione and Ron had told her there was absolutely no way Professor Gaunt was Voldemort because he ‘isn’t terrible enough’) were absolute torture for Harry.

Harry was terrified. She fought off panic attacks every few minutes, stopped writing down things from the board, and the only thing that didn’t suffer was the wandwork.

Harry was honestly just glad she didn't find out during OWLs or she would have flunked all of them. She remembers how normal it all was (even Neville was confident and performed every charm on his first try during the practical), how prepared Professor Gaunt made sure they were. Harry had seen Fred and George grinning ear to ear after their DADA NEWTs, and they even sent Professor Gaunt chocolate frogs without any ulterior motives. Every NEWT and OWL student was pleased with the DADA OWL exam.

Harry remembers how she talked Professor Gaunt’s ear off after the exam from happiness, telling him about getting extra credit for the Patronus (how embarassing, she was puffing up pridefully like a bloody peacock) — nobody else got extra credit.

Now, Harry couldn’t believe she'd been so open, friendly, and vulnerable with him — Voldemort.

First, Harry was sad. Hurt. One would think she'd stop giving DADA teachers any trust after last year, and of course, it’s come to slap her in the face. Stupid, foolish Harry.

Then the hurt disappeared and anger came. How dare Voldemort do this? How dare he lie to everyone? Why did he even bother coming here? To spy on Harry? Maybe.

Sadness came again, this one a sad acceptance. Voldemort would always lie to everyone, including Harry, as long as it was for his own gain. It was almost relieving, that acceptance.

It almost felt good not to be angry, or betrayed, to just be... disappointed and exhausted.

Suddenly, everything made sense. Why his face was so familiar... because it was Voldemort’s face. Just not white, not as snake-like, with a nose, black hair, chocolate brown eyes, slender, masculine fingers and pink lips.

Harry thumped the back of her head against the wall, welcoming the pain. She was in a cupboard, skiving off the next to last lesson of DADA. She couldn't look at him anymore. It hurt too much.

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“You’re not even going to deny it?”

“No,” answered Gaunt calmly. “Nobody will believe you.”

Harry breathed a bitter laugh. It sounded a bit mad, but what did it matter?

“Suppose it was fun for you, having us trust you —”

“Harriet —”

“Was it fun, Voldemort, lying to me again?!”

The yell died out into silence. That was the worst. Harry wanted Voldemort to yell, too. Harry wanted to fight him, argue with him, anything to chase away the pain in her heart over another betrayal.

“You fucking —” And she was stepping forward now, looking up into his striking features, watching the glowing, red irises and the slitted orbs instead of round ones, and she shoved him on the chest, hard, with both hands, just pressing him into the wall of the small cupboard. “—fucking liar —”

Warm, strong hands cupped her cheeks, and the red eyes stared down at her. There was a softness to his features now, an openess to his face, a vulnerability. The hands stilled her, and the gold and sunlight warmed her cheeks upon their touch.

No touch brought that except his. It really was him.

“I wanted to spend time with you,” he whispered, the timbre of his voice soft and hypnotising — like a lullaby. “Keep you out of trouble.”

Harry was stunned for a moment.

“You...” Her brain stopped functioning properly. “What?”

“I wanted,” he repeated, leaning down, pressing his forehead to hers. He smelled on snow and yew leaves. “to spend time with you.”

“You —” she growled, trying to cling onto the anger, not let her fluttering heart or butterflies in her stomach win. “you think I care —”

“I know you do,” he said, brushing a few strands of hair away that obscured her forehead and cheeks. “You care about me, Harry.”

It was too soft, too kind, too understanding. Harry hated it. She hated it. It was difficult to be angry with him when he spoke like that, when he looked so vulnerable, when he gave her some sort of Dark Lord puppy eyes that were really effective and Harry hated it because she just wanted to be angry — to hold him and be held by him — and he looked like a kicked puppy, the bastard —

“That doesn’t —" snarled Harry, struggling to stay angry. “— it doesn’t change anything —”

“It changes a lot of things, Harry.” he said, smiling that wonderful, broad smile, putting Harry's racing heart into full gear, like a speeding train —

His face got very close. His nose brushed over hers, nuzzling. Voldemort cupped Harry’s cheeks, leaned down, and stole any other argument by claiming Harry’s mouth in a kiss of starlight and liquid gold.

His lips were the softest thing in the world.

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