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Lorcan d'Eath

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MATTHEO RIDDLE— not horribly tall, but slightly above average. strong arms; what he doesn't have of height like the weasley twins, he has of muscles on his arms, even though not a ken-like amount, which he finds ugly. dark curls— inherited by his mother, the insanely crazy bellatrix lestrange, and beautiful eyes that he has no clue where he got from. long lashes, defined jawline.

in short, a handsome, easily found attractive, young man. and with that bad boy attitude? well, mattheo riddle is every girl's guilty pleasure of a daydream.

some, because they'd like to have their attitude and confidence fucked out of them, by mattheo riddle who certainly takes no bullshit. others, because they delusionally believe that they can somehow fix him— turning a doberman into a golden retriever.

mattheo riddle who's the only first year to not tremble under snape's gaze, because his father is voldemort. the thing, the person he fears the most.

mattheo riddle who doesn't even blink when teachers, older students and even intimidating people yell at him— this is child's play, compared to the cold, frightening aura of his father, and the eery sound of his mother talking to him; one second, she's calm, putting on a (scary) loving persona— then, she's raging, yelling and slamming things, hands on the table, almost throwing hands at her son.

mattheo riddle who stands on the end of the line, letting students get in front of him and even threatening some to take his place on the line, so he stands further behind. this only happens once, during that one professor lupin's class, with the boggart— because mattheo knows that it'd take the shape of his father, walking eerily towards him. not only does he hate the thought of having his classmates gossiping about him, about his family and making even more assumptions about him; but also knows that he'd stand there, paralyzed. incapable of even raising his wand, much less utter such an easy spell like riddikulus. for mattheo, what's ridiculous is his situation; how he'd love and thank the heavens, if he could have such a silly fear like insects, ghosts, or even clowns.

mattheo riddle who grows extremely confident because nothing scares him at hogwarts; after all, his father isn't there— the only thing that makes mattheo riddle tremble is his presence. anything else isn't half as frightening as coming back home to his mother, bellatrix lestrange, and father, voldemort he-who-must-not-be-named.

mattheo riddle who becomes scary and intimidating, so that no one can scare or intimidate him instead. he spent most of his third year at hogwarts practicing on the mirror— a way to turn his beautiful eyes into a dead stare, making sure that the shining glint of his eyes disappears, to become so scary, that no one would dare to mess with him like tom riddle does. or even draco malfoy, who tried to do this back on their first year, bullying mattheo into becoming his friend and follower—, but all of this was before they became genuine friends, along with theodore, lorenzo and blaise.

mattheo riddle who's known by the unhinged brother, less smart riddle— while others, who are aware of tom riddle's tendencies, call him the older psychopath brother, brilliant riddle. such a charming pair of siblings, aren't they?

mattheo riddle who smokes a whole package of cigarettes with theodore nott, when they're on the train back home. for holidays and for summer vacation, in silence, because they're too anxious and nervous to come back home, to leave their (although they're too proud to admit) safe place — hogwarts.

mattheo riddle who respects his older brother, tom riddle, because he thinks that in many ways, tom is like their father sometimes. and that scares him.

mattheo riddle who only learned how to swim and to stop fearing lakes, when his slytherin friends teached him.

( this happened on lorenzo's house, since he invited his friends to spend some days there, during summer vacation. after all, his parents are the less... frightening, in a way, and blaise zabini gatekeeps his mother from his friends, for obvious reasons. besides, lorenzo has the largest pool! upon realizing that mattheo stayed behind while they played in the swimming pool, the boys, for once, didn't turn the situation into a joke. draco stood behind, throwing opinions and dictating that they were doing it wrong— while theodore and blaise stood each by mattheo's side, making sure that he wouldn't get scared if he felt like he was drowning, while lorenzo is in front of him, advising on what to do. it was a mess. a mess that became a core memory of true friendship. )

even so, mattheo hates to go to a point of the lake where he's no longer tall enough to touch the sandy surface— because suddenly he's seven years old again, with tom riddle standing on the edge of the lake, smiling darkly at the sight of his baby brother drowning in the cold water.

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mattheo riddle who, after all of these years, still stares at his older brother with a mixture of resentment and sorrow— secretly, mattheo still wishes to be close with tom. to have a normal brotherly friendship with him, even if they're everything but a normal family. so, mattheo riddle, who envies pairs of siblings whenever he sees them around hogwarts halls, hugging, lightheartedly bullying each other. wishing he could trauma dump shared experiences of his parents with tom, who would've demolished inch after inch of mattheo's pride and feelings, calling him weak.

mattheo riddle who doesn't join draco when he bullies the weasleys. he never defends them either; he doesn't need to, because the redhead siblings stick around for each other. mattheo doesn't know if his heart feels like crying, or ripping apart with a vicious, angry jealousy that he doesn't have that. a sibling that cares enough to take care of him.

mattheo riddle who drinks and drinks and drinks until he passes out, or until he almost throws up his stomach away— rarely accepting any kind of help whatsoever, because he doesn't feel like he deserves it.

because pain and finding out a way to solve things by himself, is what he grew up used to. because his mother is a bipolar, sadistic woman; because his father is too feared by mattheo for him to even dare to consider asking for his help; because his older brother, tom riddle, isn't a pillar he can lean on to— rather, a pillar that would glady fall on top of him, crushing him under debris. he's another person to be feared, and who'd leave mattheo even worse than he already is.

mattheo riddle, who hesitantly accepts lorenzo and theodore's help. because lorenzo is too much of a mother of the group (whenever blaise isn't around, but mattheo doesn't think he'd ever allow the zabini boy to help him either. of course, this happens whenever lorenzo isn't planning his way to another girl's bed either) and by far, the most caring of the boys. or at least, the one who easily shows his worry without a hundred walls surrounding his heart.

and theodore nott, well— mattheo thinks that the term best friend is too corny, so he settles to admit that theo is the person who understands him the most. if he doesn't have tom, he has theo, to sympathize with his shitty situation, because theo's family and hardships are too similar, even though they don't share a last name.

they have matching wounds, inflicted by different people, but similar situations.

and because theodore is awfully moody, sarcastic and would punch mattheo into reason, well— mattheo unwillingly accepts theodore's (forceful) help.

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mattheo riddle who only ever has deep thoughts when he's throwing up from the alcohol, or becomes self-conscious of himself. of the evilness he provokes, of the unchanging way his fate was decided, as soon as he was conceived in his mother's womb. how he, no matter how he'd like to change, believes that he's a lost cause.

something that's not worth the effort, since mattheo riddle, younger brother of tom riddle, son of bellatrix lestrange and the dark lord himself, must have been born with a vicious evil heart. how could he not, with a family like this?

it must be on his dna. or so he believes.

when he's drunk, puke being wiped out from his lips and alone in the bathroom— this is the only time when mattheo riddle allows himself to pity himself. other than that, he'd scoff at the thought of doing so; because that's a weak thing to do.

and to survive his family, mattheo wouldn't dare to be weak a single day of his life. he might get killed if he allows a moment of weakness around his family. whatever family means, anyways.

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mattheo riddle who's always the first one to start a fight— and never the one to end it. either his friends push him away, or he's held down by some spell casted by one of hogwarts' teachers.

however, he will start a fight with a group of five gryffindors, if they make a nasty comment about mattheo's friends. if they dare to assume, to gossip, to say one mean word about the friends that tolerate mattheo's behavior even on his shittiest days. the first thing he does is grab the last one talking by the collar, so that his fist naturally punches the guy's face. yes, mattheo can keep up a fight with five guys— even though he knows that, as much of a good and violent fighter as he is, there's no way that he won't leave with a few bruises (and bloody knuckles from rashly punching back and forth).

nevertheless, mattheo riddle won't ever allow theodore or his friends to join him, if he's about to have a 1v1. not even to intimidate or make a single threat— mattheo thinks that it's pathetic and coward to do so, which is why sometimes, mattheo doesn't help draco when he puts up a stunt against a single student (or a group that is outnumbered by malfoy's little friends). when draco comes back, mattheo won't scold him— but he won't shut up either, at least making sure that by some miracle, draco understands how coward it is to do that, from the sarcastic comment that mattheo throws with no hesitation.

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mattheo riddle who actually has one of the most beautiful smiles. once his usual dead stare is gone, showing how those dark eyes of his can look so sweet and bright— squinting into half moons, when he truly laughs or smiles genuinely. his smile is one that makes you think that maybe, just maybe, there isn't any evil or meanness to this slytherin boy.

mattheo riddle who is so touch starved, that only a warm gaze from you, is enough to melt him and (at least mentally) get him on his knees. those dark eyes soften and follow every movement of yours— looking like a lost puppy, when you eventually shift your attention to something else, your gaze leaving him. he won't grab you, he won't yell for your attention out of pride— but if you were to look into his eyes, you'd see how mattheo silently hopes to some deity that you'll have your attention on him once again.

mattheo riddle who doesn't know how to be gentle, because he never knew gentle touches, caresses and soft approaches. this man is almost stupid because of this sometimes— mattheo isn't even aware of his own strength, so when he does hurt you unintentionally (by grabbing holding your wrist) and gets scolded about it... he'll genuinely look at you, confused. sure, he'll apologize— fine, sorry!

. . . however, mattheo isn't sure what he did wrong. was it really that hurtful? to him, he was simply holding you, not grabbing...

( because mattheo riddle was never held, only yanked or dragged along. )

mattheo riddle who would love to have people playing with his hair. twirl his curls around your fingers, tug at it (but gently, please! he easily complains at the slightest hint of discomfort!), massage his scalp, caress his dark hair— mattheo melts and for a moment, wonders if sleep does arrive to him this fast at night, like it does now that you're touching him there.

so yes, during classes, mattheo sneakily stands on the door frame— carefully watching where you decide to take your seat, before he marches up to you so he can take the other chair of said desk.

mattheo marches confidently, hands on his pockets and body a little bend to the front; focused on his target: you.

all of his concentration is locked on his goal: your attention for the whole class. and if he's too late, because some annoying girl or asshole with pants got there before him? one glare from mattheo, and they're gone.

mattheo doesn't even bother to take his books; he greets, crosses his arms on top of the table, settles his head there— and if you're too slow to understand what's this whole preparation for, well, mattheo has no problem to make his intentions clear, by (much gentler, this time) grabbing your hand and settling it on his head. among his dark curls.

and if you notice that they look softer and taken care of— well, mattheo won't be catch dead and much less alive saying it. but blaise noticed how mattheo bought a new shampoo, conditioner and a weird bottle that seems to help curly hair like mattheo's.

AND HOW DID AN ALL-IN-ONE SHAMPOO USER LIKE MATTTHEO, KNEW WHAT PRODUCTS TO USE IN WHICH ORDER, FROM DAY TO NIGHT? oh, that was easy; mattheo spent an evening leaning against the entrance of the slytherin common room, watching intently every student that entered or left during that hour of the day. his eyes glared up and down— searching for a slytherin, be it a witch or a wizard, older or younger than him, that has a type of hair similar (if not identical) to his.

finally, a slytherin girl was on her way to hang out with her friends. that is, until mattheo nonchalantly grabs her by the collar of her shirt, right when she innocently passes by him, then drags the girl along with him to a secluded corner of the slytherin common room.

( out of love for life and respect for their well-being, it's safe to say that her friends didn't come to save her. though, props to them, because they kept watching... just in case. of, you know, having to search for help. )

the slytherin girl trembles on her spot, rethinking her life choices; wondering if she had done anything to offend mattheo riddle, the dark lord's son— not the psychopath, the unhinged one. when he bends down, so that he's face to face with her, eyes squinting with his jaw clenched...

she closes her eyes. wondering if she'd be punched or have her hair grabbed to be slammed against the wall. however, after awkward ten seconds pass and her body is still intact, she opens one eye, to see mattheo making a grimace.

a grimace that would be funny if he wasn't so scary. a grimace that seemed to ask, 'what the fuck are you doing?'. which would have been verbalized, mind you, if mattheo didn't have a list of priorities at the moment. he opens his mouth, and this slytherin girl feared to have hallucinated such an innocent, random question.

'which products do you use for your hair?'

( ten minutes later, after having explained her hair routine in detail to mattheo riddle himself, who took notes and hummed for her to keep going, the slytherin girl goes back to her friend group. pale. she doesn't give details— no one would believe her. and she doesn't think that mattheo riddle would like having people know that he's about to spend 100 galleons on hair products to please you. )

౨ৎ please understand that i'm trying my hardest, ♡ ͡

my head's a mess, but i'm trying regardless . . .

🪻 ; . . . fandom : harry potter.

— i noticed that i have a few mattheo girlies enjoying my writing, so! please consider this a little bittersweet drabble for you. once again, tysm for the feedback! ♥︎

the headers + gifs + icons aren't mine. credits to the respective creators ! 🌷

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Golden Era w/ Prompt 10

Y/N is a Gryffindor who'd managed to befriend the Slytherin boys (Mattheo, Enzo, Theodore, Draco, and Blaize). They're all in Defense Against The Dark Arts during Year 4 and Mad-Eye Moody pulls out the Boggart Closet.

"Please, don't leave me alone"

"Alright everyone," Professor Alastor Moody grunted while pushing a tall cabinet into the middle of the room, "gather around." The cabinet had a thick chain and heavy padlock holding the doors closed, but it seemed that they could barely hold back whatever was inside the cabinet.

"What do we know about Boggarts?" Hermione's hand shot up immediately. "Yes, Miss Granger?"

"A Boggart is a household spirit. It's shape-shifting non-being that can take on the shape of the observers worst fear. The first known sighting of a Boggart-" Proffesor Moody cut her off very quickly. "Thank you, Miss Granger. We don't need a history lesson today." Hermione was bright red and there were a few chuckles.

"Sir, Professor Lupin introduced us to the Boggart last year."

"I'm aware, Mr. Potter. Though his method of teaching was a bit... Riddikulus," there were laughs and groans throughout the group with that one.

"Great, this Professor will be even more moronic than the last." Y/N elbowed Draco, which earned her a scowl. Of course, Professor Moody happened to hear his snide comment and called Draco up first. Y/N wasn't really surprised to see the Boggart morph into Lucius Malfoy. Draco quickly pulled out his wand and let out a panicked "Riddikulus".

"No way in hell am I gonna be doing this today", Mattheo murmured, and of course Y/N understood why. She knew just who would appear before Mattheo, and didn't know if anyone in the class would be ready for that.

When the Boggart-Lucius's clothes changed to a frilly dress and his cane to a big lollipop, everyone was cracking up. The laughter was short-lived, however, as Professor Moody quickly pushed the Boggart back into the cupboard, locked it, and turned around furiously.

"No! If you can't manage to face your fears without using magic, then you'll never survive in yhe Wizarding World! Someone else!"

Y/N raised her hand to ask how they were supposed to face the Boggart if they couldn't use their magic, but Moody took it a different way.

"Miss L/N, thank you for volunteering."

"No, sir, I just had a-", he ignored her, waving her up to the front of the room and turning to unlock the closet again. Y/N had no choice but to face her own Boggart. She walked slowly to the front of the room, feeling the eyes following her. She tried to plant herself as Moody quickly backed away from the closet. The doors remained shut for a moment, even after the lock came off. They suddenly slammed open, eliciting several shrieks and making Y/N jump.

Though the doors were now open, nothing came out. Y/N could hear murmuring behind her, people asking why nothing was coming out, why nothing had happened. Then, she felt it.

A cold gust of wind, unintelligible whispers in her ear. There was the faintest outline of a smokey figure beside her. She turned, trying to get a glimpse at it, but it vanished before she could see it. She felt the same cold behind her and turned. She could just barely make out the face of the person the Boggart had chosen to appear as.

"Mom", Y/N breathed. She tried to reach out, but the figure backed away and vanished. She turned quickly, trying to find her, but instead saw her father. "Dad?" He, too, vanished. She tried to look to her classmates, tried to see if anyone else could see the ghostly figures, but everyone was gone.

"Hello? Is anyone here?"

Mattheo had had a feeling something would go wrong during the day since the moment he'd woken up. It was a dreadful feeling that rested in the pit of his stomach, and it only grew the closer they got to the Defense Against the Dark Arts room. Something bad was waiting for them on the other side of the door.

He could at least find some solace in the fact that the Slytherins shared that class with the fourth-years of Gryffindor. A certain someone happened to be from their rival house, but that didn't stop him and the others from befriending the kind, (Y/H/C) haired girl.

She and Mattheo met during an assignment they'd been paired for in Potions. They'd had to brew a Calming Draught, and gotten to know each other while perfecting their potion. Mattheo knew there was something special about her, and that he'd wanted to keep her around, so he introduced her to the others and she'd become a regular in his group of friends.

As soon as the bell rang, he hurried from the greenhouses and to the Defense Against the Daek Arts Room. After Professor Moody let Hermione explain what was in the locked closet, Mattheo understood exactly why he'd had a terrible feeling all day. The worst that could happen would be his father appearing before him in front of the entire class. Mattheo had to work hard to convince other students that he was more than just Voldemort's son. If he'd suddenly appeared and offered Mattheo a position beside him before the entire room, that'd all be lost.

Thankfully, Draco was called to the front of the room instead. His father appeared before him, and Mattheo turned to Y/N and mumbled out something about absolutely not going to the front. He felt his heart lift with her quiet chuckle. Class couldn't be so bad with her around.

"Riddikulus!" Lucius Malfoy was suddenly in a puffy dress, holding a comically large lollipop. The class roared with laughter, but it was cut-off by Mad-Eye's angry rambling. He called Y/N to the front of the room and told her she couldn't use her magic to ward off the Boggart. The sinking feeling returned to Mattheo's stomach, along with a searing rage. How was she supposed to defend herself?

At first, it seemed she didn't have to. The door to the closet didn't open for at least thirty seconds, and though it did with a bang, nothing came out. At least, they didn't think anything did. Not until Y/N turned rapidly in ever direction, seemingly seeing something that nobody else could. She turned to face the class, but called out as if she thought nobody else was in the room with her.

"Draco? Enzo? Mattheo?" Each time she said one of their names, she turned in another direction, like she was seeing them in another form. She was nearly unblinking, and couldn't seem to see or hear anyone who was really there. Mattheo shoved through their concerned but unhelpful classmates to the front of the room, just as Y/N sank to her knees.

He grabbed her hand, kneeling beside her, and pulled out his wand. "Riddikulus!" He still couldn't see the Boggart, but he watched Y/N's clouded eyes follow something to the closet before the doors closed themselves. Moody chained and locked the doors together.

Y/N turned to Mattheo, eyes finally clear and seeing, but full of tears. She collapsed into his arms with a sob. "Please, don't leave me alone," she whispered. Blaize, Enzo, Theo and Draco had made their way to the front of the group and Mattheo glanced at them before asking a question he wasn't sure he wanted the answer to.

"What did you see, Y/N?" She was silent for a moment. She took a shaky breath before speaking again. "Please, don't leave me alone."

#mattheo x y/n #mattheo riddle #enzo berkshire #theodore nott #draco malfoy #blaize zabini #slytherin #gryffindor #harry potter #golden era #x reader

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HL- Angelique Bellerose

“𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒚.”

Name: Angelique Rosetta Bellerose 

Nicknames: Angie, Ange 

Birthdate: 20th September, 1878 

Zodiac Sign: Virgo 

Personality Type (MBTI): TBD 

Nationality: French 

Blood Status: Pureblood 

Physical Appearance

Hair: Auburn red 

Eyes: Light blue 

Height: 1.62m 

Weight: 58kg 

Body Type: Average build 

Skin Tone: Fair 

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): None 

Background

Hometown

Angie grew up in Chateau de Bellerose in Marseille, France, in the lap of luxury and with everything handed to her. She grew up with Pureblood values, though never truly bought them. She had a fairly nice childhood. 

Family

Mother: Chantal Bellerose, neé Billancourt 

A quiet, calm and gentle woman, she’s also assertive when she needs to be and an old fashioned woman. She met her husband Pierre on a debutante ball in Versailles and both families saw it fit for them to marry. The marriage was a good one. She didn’t love him, but held him in high esteem and respect. 

Father: Pierre Bellerose

An old-fashioned man as well, he’s someone who aims to make his own father proud and doing what’s best for the business, which ends up neglecting his own daughters, leaving the nannies to do the actual raising. 

Oldest sister: Odette Lilou Bellerose ( @kathrynalicemc​ ) 

Angelique and Odette, though have little in common, appreciate and love one another greatly and always go to the other for advice and solace. 

Younger sister: Alethea Gloriana Bellerose ( @cursebreakerfarrier​ ) 

Angie has always admired her sister’s courage and creativiness, and she missed her dearly when she exchanged to Hogwarts and was a maid of honour in her wedding to Ace Brokenshire, whom she thoroughly approved, gifting the couple a beautiful steed with flowers on their beautifully groomed hair whom she called Roseshire, in honour of the newlyweds. She always sent her a letter after she left the manor about what she was up to. 

Youngest sister: Sabine Margaux Bellerose ( @magicallymalted​ ) 

Being the closest in age, they got along well, though they often clashed, for Sabine was a bit more like her parents, meanwhile Ange was more free-spirited and juvenile, and they’re always clear with one another. 

Beauxbatons

House: Ombrelune 

Best Class: Charms, Divination, Herbology, Astronomy and Drama 

Worst Class: Etiquette, Potions and Flying 

Core Concentration Class: Humanities (Philosophy, Sculpture and Horse-back riding) 

Boggart: Being in chains and silenced 

Riddikulus: The chains start bobbing and she does a saumersault 

Patronus: Abraxan 

Patronus Memory: Running through the fields, carefree and giggling 

Mirror of Erised: Herself, being free and able to be herself 

Amortentia (what she smells like): lillies, lemon, eau de cologne imperiale, honey and freshly made bread 

Amortentia (what she smells): tbd 

Career

11-18: Beauxbatons student 

19-28: Wanderer across Europe and the US & Canada 

30-Retirement: Author 

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: Her freedom, her sisters’ safety and reach the majority of age 

Strengths: Smart, free-spirited, kind, funny and quick-witted 

Weaknesses: Stubborn, a bit entitled and proud 

Stressed: Around her father 

Calm/Comforted: Riding horses and the harp 

Favorites

Colors: Orange, gold, purple and blue 

Weather: Sunny with a strong wind 

Hobbies: History, arithmetic, horseback riding, recite poetry, embroidery, several dances, calligraphy, singing & painting 

Fashion: Angelique dresses to the latest Parisian fashion, always following the trends 

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: TBD 

Friends: TBD 

Rivals: TBD 

Trivia

Given by her position, she learned Greek and Latin, as well as English and Italian for spellcasting purposes 

She also knows court etiquette (though rarely uses it) and how to manage a household 

She knows also all kinds of courting 

She’s also ann avid reader and loves all kinds of books 

The moment she turned eighteen, she moved to Paris and bought a small but expensive flat, near the theater 

She travelled the world for nine years, exploring all of Europe, the US and Canada 

She also met several royals and networked in all of those countries 

Her favourite dance is the fox-trot 

She wrote a book about four sisters who were talented in ballet and lived in France, which would inspire the Twelve Dancing Princesses 

She reconnected with her sister Odette years later when they ran at one another at the local library, browsing the books 

Angelique broke the rules by enjoying her twenties and settling on her thirties 

To survive and not overspend, she learned how to cook in an academy, secretly supported financially by her mother 

#hphl #hp victorian era #oc: angelique bellerose #alethea bellerose #odette bellerose #sabine bellerose #bellerose sisters #character profile #oc sheet #beauxbatons #beauxbatons oc

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Fic Rec List 2023

If you followed the Ladies of HP fest page in April of 2023, you'll have noticed a lot of fic recs! This was done in part to showcase the kind of fics we're looking for for the fest. Below you'll find a master list of all the fics recc'ed per weekly theme.

You can send fic recs during the fest if you'd like, but they won't be added to the list until after the fest is over. New themes will be created for next year!

Fic Recs by Weekly Theme:

Week 1- All the Single Ladies

it runs in the family

Grief

Rise

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Week 2 - Mothers

Walburga's Hope

Checkmate

Phases of the Moon

Tea and Sympathy

Mothers

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Week 3 - Hogwarts Hotties

Lion-Hearted

The Death of Her

unabashed in a storm

It's just a cat thing

Nightmares

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Week 4 - Background Beauties

Protectress, Protector

Slowly Breaking Through

A Dream of Winter

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Week 5 - Unconventional & Unashamed

In Bocca Al Lupo

most worthy of admission

Art Imitating Life

Or Worse, Expelled

ugly: in defense of pansy parkinson

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Week 6 - Hot Girl Summer

summer in the city

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Week 7 - Queer Cuties

you'll find the real thing instead

Claire de Lune

sore subject

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Week 8 - Villainous Vixens

The Snow Child

we were sisters once (we have another love now)

Parents' Evening

An Unexpected Meeting

Revenge

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Week 9 - Heartthrobs and Heartbreaks

A wilder beast from West than all were

The Seven Names of Mrs Zabini

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Week 10 - Daughters

A Molly Weasley Tradition

Anna

Just Us Girls

Don't Go Gently

In Which Lucy Despises Sundays

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Week 11 - Ministry Misses

What Happens in the Ball Pit, Stays in the Ball Pit

The Vulture

between the pen and the paperwork

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Week 12 - Female Friendship

Fear is a Riddle

Five Women Who Hate Fleur Delacour

stumble on a secret power

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Week 13 - Quidditch Queens

red bird in flight

The Life and Soul of the Team

Ghostly Pasttimes

Riddikulus

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Week 14 - Hedwig's Circle of Divas

scorched

And I Will Guard the Gates

Two Words

A Familiar's Work is Never Done

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Week 15 - Girly Girls

Care

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Week 16 - Sisters Before Misters

The Gift of the Nymphs

January 30th, 1975

Soeurs Noires

and i don't go to sleep to dream

We've Grown Up (but still haven't changed)

(for future fic recs: a few more will be added to this list, but otherwise consider this the list for the 2023 fest. a new fic rec list will arrive for next year's fest when there are more themes!)

#fic rec #ladies of hp #ladies of hp fest #ginny weasley #minerva mcgonagall #hermione granger #luna lovegood #nymphadora tonks #narcissa malfoy #bellatrix lestrange #andromeda tonks #pomona sprout #lily evans #petunia evans #pansy parkinson #fleur delacour #lily luna potter #victoire weasley #molly weasley

[tomriddles-wh0re]

‘Running from love’ // t.r part 3

Pairing: female!potter(james’ sister) x Tom Riddle

wc: 3.9 k

Summary: In the past, the reader hadn't hope to fall in love with him, their goal was to prevent the rise of the Dark Lord but nothing seemed to go as planned when they are sent back into the future. In the months following the return, Tom Riddle continues to haunt their nightmares and their new reality as he closes in on them. How can an old love cause so much harm?

Trigger warnings: brief mention blood but not highly graphic

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | tbc

Maybe time favored her, maybe it hadn’t but as the spring days passed, the memories and nightmares slowed. My brother had unwillingly given back my locket, only Evans could be thanked for such an action. To my surprise, the enchantment on the locket sealed the portrait shut against all attempts from the boys to discover further information. We had reached a weird sort of relationship, where the boys were stumped with my situation and had put it to a temporary rest in favor of Peter’s own growing relationship with Fabian. Hardly any new information helped stall them, all around with worrying over exams and attempting to chase the last years of our youth we got ourselves into more mischief than we could maybe put up with. The only thing standing in between our summer were the looming tests and the last few weeks of class. 

When we walked into the DADA classroom, a dark brown wooden cabinet chest stood in the center of a cleared out room. Desks were gone, as they had every other Thursday when objects or creatures were brought in to learn how to property battle against. As the student filed in before the class began, “Any ideas of what resides in this cabinet?” our professor called out to us. 

Hands rose calling out, cursed objects, the unrested souls, dryads, banshees, and fairies were all amongst the guesses but by the end all were met with a “no”. She began, “Today’s lesson will focus on not what we can do against the Dark Arts but what we can do to protect our own minds against them. How might we work to prevent the uncertainty and danger of our world if we cannot face our own issues? The Dark Arts targets one’s own weaknesses, to use them against us in hopes of weakening our resolve.” Glancing around the room she shooed us back to make room in the center, “We will be dealing with a boggart, this creature works to twist one's own worst fears by taking on their shape. The only way to properly deal with one is to laugh, we must all fight our fears by casting a riddikulus spell and laughing.” the class nervously glanced around.

“Now take out your wands,” she said, “everyone must repeat after me riddikulus.” a classroom of students repeated after her. “Which one of you wishes to begin?” her eyes swept over each individual. Five hands shot up, “Nersen you’re up, everyone form a line starting by that pillar” she pointed her wand to the left. 

Students rushed, some crept to the back like I had but slowly the line would begin to dwindle. A new boggart appeared each time, from the fear of heights, to more physical things such as sharks or spiders, to grim depictions of a loved one's death or bloody scenarios which caused one boy to faint. 

Each one was far scarier than what was humanly fathomable, and as each one passed a sinking feeling grew, a voice called out snapping her out of a trance, “Mrs, Potter? You’re up”. Willing him to not appear, she bravely walked in front of the prying eyes of her classmates to stand it in front of the looming chest. The whole cabinet shook, uneasing them once more as her Professor made eye contact with her to confirm she was ready. As much as she steadied herself, the second the binding was dropped and the cabinet door opened she knew. 

As a billow of smoke escaped the cabinet, the whisperers of her classmates' guesses were drowned out by the drumming of her heart beating. Out of the darkness, a figure emerged that truly existed out of the dream realm, Tom had returned.   

As young as the day she left him, he stalked out eyeing up the girl. “I missed you y/n,” Tom said as she quickly backed away to distance herself from the man. The classroom fell silent, “you haven’t visited me since you left” his voice dropped as he spit the words with a foul distaste. 

“How come? I thought you were better,” his voice shook raising in volume, as all the build up emotions slowly began to engulf her. She was beginning to shake from him standing in front of her eyes once again. “You left me, how could you?” his stride came closer to her. “I waited days which turned to weeks and now years for you, my little witch. Why did you leave me?” an eerie smirk graced his lips. Whispering to her ear, “I loved you, I really did, and you left me” as he towered mere inches away from her. 

The classroom around her became a blur as the murmurs grew, the rest of her classmates stepped farther away from the two. Tom leaned away to circle around her, taking in her quivering shape as he idly twirling his wand in the air. Her wand was shaking in her hand, a miracle it hadn’t dropped, her own Professor was at a loss for words in confusion, her friends were visibly concerned but she tried to remember what to do. Steadying her wand, quickly turning around to face him, fisting his robes and pushing him against the wall, “you did it to yourself Tom, it’s all you. I don’t control fate”. 

Digging her wand up into his jugular, staring into his eyes briefly looking down to see red droplets of blood fall down his neck, his eyes looking at her curiously but also to taunt her. Giving him one more bitter sweet smile before saying “Riddikulous” and vanquishing him off to the cabinet. Turning around idly the whole class looked at her with wide eyes, what had she done. A resolution grew within her, as the power of her and she ran out of the class. Out of the daze the marauders jumped to their feet and bolted out of the classroom not listening to the calls of the professor. Rounding the corner they had no luck spotting her, Remus pulled out the map before shoving it off to James’ hands. He traced her name as she was running down the corridor in the left wing of the castle towards an exit. 

“Off to the Black Lake” he yelled, taking off through a secret corridor sprinting towards where her name was last spotted. Past banisters, classes in session, the four made it out the exit in record time. Taking a breath they spotted her against a willow, they approached her as calmly as they could bear to muster. 

Seated on the banks of the Black Lake where she would’ve accompanied him 35 years ago, though she sat alone absent of his presence. Hot tears cascaded down her cheeks as they held the entire sobs back. The boys gathered around her, desperate to comfort the shaken girl to the best of their abilities. James took the lead and gently wrapped his arms around his sister pulling her into a tight embrace whispering that everything would be fine. Her painful cries echoed against the wind as the sounds haunted the boys’ ears. Her body shook, hitting her hands against his chest lightly “why, why me” she mumbled hiccuping before falling into his arms. The older Potter stroked her hair softly looking towards the others for what to do, only shrugging in reply having no clue what to do. Bringing his head down “calm down, you’re safe it was just a boggart” she pulled away from him “but it wasn’t James, he’s still out there”. 

He grimaced at the reply before Remus spoke, “Tell us what happened, we’re here y/n” his voice was soft and delicate. Wiping her tears away to collect herself, lifting her head up entirely, nodding slowly. “It’s your boggart” James said to which Sirius snorted “obviously” lunging at Black throwing an arm out to whack him on the head. Briefly glaring before returning his gaze “Pads I didn’t finish, y/n who is he?”. Shifting under his eyes Remus spoke up before she could. “He was in slytherin robes, he must’ve been the one to give you the locket and it was him in the picture right?”

Sighing in defeat leaning your head down to rest in your palms “That was Tom” the marauder looked at you curiously as you brushed off the second question. Peter had voiced his own concern “He said he loved you, why haven’t we ever met him?” wondering aloud. “It’s complicated” you mumbled in defeat, they gave each other skeptical looks. Seated all uncertain on how to proceed before Sirius spoke “Why is he your boggart?” voicing the question everyone was thinking, “again. Complicated”. You understood they all held the best intention at heart but all you wanted was to find a place to hide and never see the light of day again. Solemnly looking up through your red eyes, allowing yourself to make eye contact with them as you pushed out of James’ arms and seated beside him completing the circle. 

Plucking up a clover in your hand, slowly tearing the leaves apart, accepting the turn of events. “Before I tell you, you must swear on marauders code you won’t speak or tell any of this to anyone else '' you enunciated  every syllable twisting the stem in your fingertips. “I’m serious I will hex you to oblivion” glaring at the boys who grew quiet. Moony and Wormtail nodded while Padfoot and Prongs shared a skeptical look, “Why so tense?”

Smacking him in the head “For once in your life trust me, you're at risk just knowing me” they gulped at the honest words, “I don’t understand” Remus chimed in. “You will after you agree to protect my secret, okay?” all of them shared a look before nodding.

Striking out your hand in the middle of the circle “pinky promise me boys'' to which they all agreed to your strange habit. Collectively silencing themselves to hear out the reasoning.

Shoulders relaxing, the tension slowly leaving momentarily taking a deep breath in. “So it’s a lot. The only other person aware is Dumbledore” clasping your hands together, “Dumbledore? This is to do with those secret meetings'' James spoke. Nodding in response “It does'' playing with your thumbs, he grasped them in his hands easing your nerves. “It started after the welcome back feast, I got a letter telling me I was requested in his office. There he addressed his concern on wanting to select me for a mission. Why didn't he choose Aurors? I don’t know, he picked me specifically for some idea I would be ideal. He didn’t brief me on the details until I agreed.” all attention was on me as the words flew out of my mouth, Remus brows furrowing, Sirius nodding, Peter and James hooked on my words slightly widened eyed still grasping it all. So I continued “We had monthly meetings, to fill me in on the task details. I could never tell you guys, it was a rule, sorry” nodding glumly “as pissed as I am you never told me I get it, but what does it have to do with Tom?” Prongs asked. 

Huffing and crossing my arms “I was getting there, wait a minute. During the meetings it was determined the day before everyone got back from Christmas holiday was ideal for the mission to occur” the realization dawned on them. Piecing it together with my odd behavior “The day you came back in the afternoon all weird and out of it” Peter said to which you only nodded. “The mission was for me to go back in time to lead a dark wizard away from the Dark Arts and prevent the casualties. All while he was still a student at Hogwarts, with the use of a time turner”. Shock evidently took up their features “Are you kidding me? Dumbledore sent you back in time” Prongs erupted, releasing your hands and clenching his fists angrily. Sirius took a less angry approach “What year?” to which you responded glumly “1943”. You swore you nearly saw James faint “what? You can’t be serious” you only nodded guilty. 

Finishing up you continued “My job was to lead the wizard to good, he could have gotten there. We were making outstanding progress, I didn’t mean to get attached” voice slowly cracking “I didn’t mean to fall in love, neither was he” your voice became painfully low and full of hurt. “Tom?” Remus asked softly as you looked up to hold his gaze, the answer was abundantly clear. Yes. “mhm. It was Tom, we both caught feelings. He began to court me, it just happened neither of us expected it” you exasperated. James as if dreading this day breathed in a harsh breath “and what happened?” he asked shakily. “We were getting close, he was changing. All the previous deaths that would have occurred previously never had to occur, he abandoned his plans due to me preventing him from exploring the dark arts and my attempts to save him.”

The details hurt to voice aloud but you continued “One day the time turner broke. I was there in the 40’s one moment and the next I was back here, this time period. Even Dumbledore isn’t sure how it happened. But Tom- he became lost, raging at my disappearance before he reverted to his old ways. He lost me.” a shiver reverberated down your spine. Death silence blanketed the group, the only sounds heard were the wind hitting the tree branches.

Breaking the silence, Remus started “Tom became a dark wizard, all your efforts were in vain…” murmuring incredulously. “So there is no way to go back and save him?” Peter voiced his concern to which you shook your head. “The time turner was affected when it broke and brought me back. The nearest it can bring me back is 1966, but it wouldn’t be worth it since I am not guaranteed I could get there safely let alone return ever or alive at least. The odds aren’t good,” glumly you admitted with heavy guilt weighing you down. 

Sirius merely nodded in understanding, “So you loved him, it’s been over 35 years he’s probably over it, you need to move on. You can’t guilt yourself for it anymore. You did your best to save him, that’s all you could have done” he told you, eyes softening when meeting yours. James became unnervingly quiet until he finally spoke “I actually agree with Pads, for all you know he’s probably in Azkaban. Time changes people”. Shaking your head furiously “no. no. no” you quickly pushed off the ground as the grass imprinting on my palms with such force. “There is a reason why I asked you to keep it quiet. He’s not in Azkaban, he’s still out there. He’s killed people James, he is dangerous, I am in danger when he finds me” throwing your arms in defeat “He is a dark wizard but he is also the Dark Lord”. 

They all froze again, shock had stolen them in their spots “you mean the dark lord” he asked, “death eaters, dark mark, dark lord?” Sirius added, hoping it wasn’t him. “That’s obviously what she just said” Remus chimed in with a grimace, “Yes Tom is Lord Voldemort” saying the name made Peter let out a squeamish squeak. 

James watched her incredulously pointing his fingers accusingly at her “You fell in love with Voldemort?” he was visibly angered and flustered as Sirius hit him in the arm. “Please tell me you didn’t..” he trailed off uncomfortably “with the dark lord” shifting awkwardly. As soon as Remus laughed everyone dissolved in a fit of laughter besides the two Potters “James Fleamont Potter!” you hit his head. “I did not shag Tom” you said turning bright red before mumbling “a pity really he was so fit” to which Sirius howled with laughter rolling in the grass. He threw his hands up defensively “hey I was just being an older brother”, scoffing in response “I did snog him though, he was such a good kisser, oh what I wouldn’t give for another night” you teased him. He stood and tackled you, kicking him hard before rolling away out of his grasps. 

Retreating back towards the group, Sirius voiced his own concern “Can’t you just go to the dark lord, explain what happened, snog him, tell him you love him so he forgives you and stops murdering everyone?” he asked hopefully. Snorting at his comment “A real smart plan you have Black, that won’t work especially since he’s changed, he might honestly want to kill me for leaving. If he knew I existed now he would probably be furious, he always was protective and over bearing of me. I don’t know if I want to risk my friends and family’s lives to see him again” you admitted aloud to which he visibly gulped in reply. 

“Well shit, you really managed to get yourself in the worst situations” Remus chided.

“I'm a Potter”

“Hey-”

“Don’t act like it isn’t true, first day of Hogwarts, third year during your quidditch match against Slytherin, shall I continue? ”

“Point taken”

Nothing was resolved that afternoon, but such a confession brought together a new understanding between us five. A secrecy of how terrible my situation was, no matter how much we attempted to joke around with the subject we knew it could only add terribly for myself. The dreams were filled with memories of my time with Tom, nightmares appeared occasionally but they hadn’t taken as big of a mental toll on myself as in the past. Evans had intended to confront me on the matter, she really tried but there was no power like that of a Potter who lacked accountability. 

Following the incident, I still got weird looks from those who were and weren’t within our DADA class, at times a noisy Ravenclaw would come up to me asking questions. I wished my fear to have been anything else, yet luck was never in my favor. But I would only have to deal with a few more weeks before it would be a distance semesters past.

∞

Staring off into the hazy sky the wind rustled through the blinds of my open window. Peering out to the stars I was lost in my thoughts, mirroring my past routine at Hogwarts yet this time within my own home as we had just left Hogwarts. My own parents still had no clue about the time traveling situation entirely or the whole I’m in a weird intertimeline relationship with the Dark Lord thing. Guilt was eating away at me as I knew I could have been the change the war needed. Dumbledore already requested my presence to meet with him before the school year resumed. The ‘war’ began to pick up as raids became more frequent and whispers of pureblood families choosing the Dark Lord’s side began. Already the ministry was working to cover up the recent muggle and muggle born deaths, only four had happened but it was four more families then necessary. The raids weren’t covered in the Daily Profit but sent as a briefing letter by Dumbledore sent every couple of weeks. He seemed to trust the wizarding world was good enough in my hands, for what odd reason to trust a legally seventeen year old even if I have lived longer than that. 

The scarier part of it all was the owled message I received this evening from Regulus. Ever since my encounter with the boggart, I decided to also confide in the younger boy over my cryptic relationship with Tom. In exchange, he had fully trusted his own secrets in me. Written on the parchment was a short message:

 ‘I have found out my parents have discussed the need for me to be branded with the dark mark. They discussed it over dinner and decided I will be marked on my sixteenth birthday over the yule holidays. I do not want this, we need to speak soon in person. I am afraid mother might begin checking the owls if we keep writing so often. ~ R.A.B’

My heart felt heavy when I received the message almost immediately penning a cryptic message back on a loose sheet of parchment. Scribbling fast ‘My summer holidays started off well, I have fully caught up in all the readings, especially the books you’ve recommended. Will you come over soon? I’m sure you can floo over by the fireplace or maybe have a relative apparate you over. Anytime before 11 pm works, maybe tonight or when you are free. ~ R.” knowing he would get the message. The hours began to tick away as I awaited for the night, bringing up to know I stood in the center room. The first floor was silent as luckily everyone was residing in their rooms. 

The fire cackling caught my eyes as I paced forward meeting the newly shaped face in the hearth. “Ah reggie” I said, visibly a grimace in displeasure overtook his features. He seemed half asleep with some recent circles under his eyes “y/n, so what was it you needed me for at this hour? And what was that shity letter about?”. This kid never seemed to let me play into the cautions always with his Black dramatics and not a single care. Letting my idea come to light I spoke “You don’t want to get marked, and I found a way to solve it. It’s time”

“Time for what exactly? What are you getting at?” he grumbled as his form began shifting in the fireplace as if pacing his room. Smooth silky pajamas hugged his frame closely as his lanky body took long agitated strides. Waving him highness’ attitude I continued my “I'm going to write to him”. Stopping dead in his tracks he threw me a glare to mimic even mums, letting his emotions proceed to get the best of him. He couldn’t even attempt to hide his blatant dislike for my idea but I wasn’t going to let his righteousness affect my plan. “That might be the stupidest thing you’ve ever said. That’s entirely suicidal not to mention insane, you can’t possibly think he won’t kill you on the spot” chiding at me as if I was the younger one out of the pair. But I was fed up with it as my voice rose in agitation, “He won’t, he atleast cares for me” and I could already begin to hear his laugh. I kept eye contact with him as the words flowed out of his lips, “This is the most idiotic thing you’ve told me” he said almost pausing for me to get offended. 

“I've heard that before, not a surprise” I said, arching my eyebrow enough for him to visibly see. Leaning closer to me in this fiery image of sort his jaw clenched not in anger but my so called ‘stupidity’. 

“You can’t be serious”. 

Without further patience, I tried to control my own temper. “Regulus, I will be safe, you shouldn’t worry. I knew it would come down to this anyway. I will be okay and I promise you that.” she said, hearing the familiar creek from the staircase. “I can’t talk any longer. I'm sure one of them will be down any second”. I could make out his mutter curse words under his breath as he gathered his thoughts once more. Speaking up, “Fine you stubborn git, don’t you dare die…you’re the closest I have to a real sister even if we aren’t blood. I need you as well to keep my brother alive. Promise you will be safe?” his eyes were desperate as he finally managed to give up his inner conflict. But it filled me with relief, “I promise reg, good night”, finally letting a yawn pass his lips he let out a last “Good night Potter” before swiping his fireplace iron to end the call. 

#rays writing #tom riddle x you #tom riddle x reader #time turner au #tom riddle fluff #time travel au #marauders era

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Draco Fic Idea 👀

okay but what if there's a fic about Draco that follows him throughout the books to highlight the little things that show he's really not all that bad and, like Harry, is also a creation of his environment and the people around him. Mrs. Weasley "He's just a boy" vs Narcissa "He's just a boy"

I am basing this on the movies cause I never read the books. also, please excuse my writing, this was all word vomit. I also love a good Drarry fanfic

This is a lot to read, and slight suicidal thoughts/intentions in Year 6?

Year 1/Philosopher's Stone: Draco's so excited to meet the famous Harry Potter and was really excited to be friends but how?? dare Harry?? not take his hand??? So first year is just Draco being jealous and petty and that's where the bullying starts from. Stealing Neville's Rebembrall is just him wanting Harry's attention: if they can't be friends, might as well be enemies. And despite all his trying to act tough, he's truly a scary cat at heart: pure terror on his face when there was a troll in the dungeon, meeting Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest and quickly running away. And honestly, he looked like he was going to cry when Slytherin lost the House Cup.

Year 2/Chamber of Secrets: Daddy Lucius is starting to act weird. Why? Dark forces are at work and he's getting nervous. Draco is always out to make his father proud because that was how he was raised: always looking for praise. He's obviously a curious child: looking around the shop that Harry flooed into but can't really look because "don't touch anything, draco" (Was that a deleted scene? idr). Gotta live up to the Malfoy name. Always spewing Purebloods are better because that's all he knows. "I didn't know you could read" and then looking impressed cause he learned something new from a 'friend' (they don't share much because they're more like followers than friends so he's always open to learn more about them). Still gotta keep up bullying Harry (and his friends) because who knows what Crabbe and Goyle will report back to their parents and then trickle to his father. Also doesn't help that Lucious keeps muttering things about Harry at home. And him injuring his arm at the quidditch game? Refusing to leave the infirmary? He's hoping Lucius will show up and check on him like Harry's friends did. Let's face it, he was obviously spoiled growing up, but his definition of family love is vastly different from the norm.

Year 3/Prisoner of Azkaban: "Potter, is it true you fainted? I mean, you actually fainted?" Definitely hiding his concern for Harry under the guise of making fun of him. And him looking impressed on learning how to open the monster book of monster by petting the spine? Adorable. And that look over Harry, 100% he's checking him out but then had to hide it by saying dementor. Because what if his father hears about that??? Checking out a man?? And he's such a curious student, and not just for potions. Yea, he's a little mean about it, pushing towards the front to watch, but that's the mask he's created over the past few years and it's definitely not easy to lose. Him charging up to Buckbeak? Definitely wanted to one up Harry. I mean, Buckbeak was looking very calm when Harry got off, maybe he thought Buckbeak was calm enough to approach? Or he was just being a teenage boy. But once, again, he's little scardey cat. Got scratched a little and nearly fainted lmao. And I fully believe he didn't need a cast, he just wanted to be fawned over like Harry usually is. And soft-hearted Draco when he pushed Neville aside to get in line for the Riddikulus charm: he looked shocked at how hard he pushed Neville. And he absolutely did not need to put in the effort to fold his note to Harry into a crane. OmG Dracon was absolutely terrified when he and his goons were attacked by Harry at Hogsmeade. OH OH my favorite part is when Hermione has her wand pointed at Draco and you can see his mask completely vanish to show the scared boy underneath it. Everything Draco is and does is a mask.

Year 4/Goblet of Fire: Draco boasting about him and Lucius getting good seats was him trying to get onto Lucius's nice side but that quickly backfired. Lucius has definitely gotten more stern over the years, much harder on Draco, like he actually hit Draco with his cane?? Bruh?? Draco will definitely work harder to try and get on his father's good side this year, doing whatever it takes. Still wants to be connected to Harry in any way but can't get too close because his father is getting weirder about him, so he takes his bullying to a new level. You can't look at me and say Draco climbing into a tree and taunt Harry wasn't because he wanted Harry's attention. That's so much effort not to be anything. And him lowkey telling Harry he thinks more highly of him than his father? Lasting ten minutes instead of five? I'm telling you, he's hiding how much he actually cares about Harry under all the bullying, you gotta read in between the lines. And if Draco was so terribly "oh, I don't want to mingle with halfbloods and muggle borns", he would not have had so much fun at the Yule Ball, he could have just sat out on the side, but NO! He was slow dancing and had a great time with the band. And you can't tell me Draco didn't look sad when Dumbledor was giving his speech about Cedric. Sure, Draco and his friends/goons have been bullying other students, but to hear another student dying? That's completely different.

Year 5/Order of the Phoenix: All thoughts about Draco being just Draco is out the door, he can only be Malfoy. I'm sure Lucius told Draco and Narcissa what actually happened that night with Voldemort's return. Lucius is definitely changing more and much faster, he needs his honor back and to be in Voldemort's good graces again. And upon learning Lucius is a Death Eater, Draco knows there will never, ever, be a chance of him and Harry becoming anything more than enemies. Draco is still a wimpy boy, flinching away when Harry charged at him on the platform despite being 'bold' enough to taunt him. But his curiosity ensues as he takes Divination with Professor Trelawney, an elective class. If this website is correct, that means Draco not only chose Divination as an elective for Year 3, but stuck with it for 2 years and didn't drop it. That, or he wanted to be closer to Harry. I'll take both. And Draco definitely uses 'Harry up to no good' as an excuse to stalk follow him in the open, fueling his Harry obsession. Draco's face when Umbridge slapped Harry? If he truly did hate Harry like he pretends he does, he would look happy at the action but instead he looked oh so bamboozled.

Year 6/Half-Blood Prince: Things had definitely shifted at home. Lucius was thrown into Azkaban, his mother was probably all over the place, there were probably people Death Eaters entering and leaving his house quite a lot. He's terribly on edge, you can tell on the train when the 'smoke bomb' went off: he's the only one standing up and looking around. The comment about Draco throwing himself off the Astronomy Tower if he had to continue at Hogwarts for another two years? He knew something bad was going to happen at school and he didn't want any part in it (with him having to find the vanishing cabinet. He was reluctant to follow after his mother into the shop with the first cabinet, showing he wasn't comfortable with the idea). This book definitely shows the conflicts Draco goes through, wanting to make his parents proud, but also being forced to do things that would kill him if he didn't comply. A little excessive to break Harry's nose, but he did do it because Harry put his father into Azkaban, and he did still look up to Lucius. I can't really say I approve. He was acting completely unlike his usual self during school. Before, he would at least be more animate, perhaps bully other people, but instead, he looked down and kept to himself. When he found the second Vanishing Cabinet, it looked as if he couldn't believe his eyes, as if he had hoped he wouldn't have found it. He didn't want to be a part of Voldemort's plans, but since having found it, he knew he had no choice. "I was chosen for this. Out of all others, me. I won't fail him." Yeah, well, he didn't sound all that proud when he said that to Snape. And even Snape could tell Draco was afraid. Who wouldn't be? And the symbolism between Draco and the feather he was holding?? A feather from a bird who can fly away with their own freedom yet Draco cannot???? I can't *cries*. Let's admit Draco did a shoddy job of trying to assassinate Dumbledore. A cursed necklace? Poisoned Mead? He wasn't even trying, it was like he was looking to get caught.

omg the bathroom deserves its own little paragraph. Obviously Draco is stressed and nearly going crazy due to everything happening in his life. He was nearly having a panic attack, clothes felt too constricting so he took off his sweater vest and starts heaving and crying. Sure, Draco cast the first spell and started the fight, but who's to say he didn't do it out of fear? Thinking perhaps Harry was there to curse him so he attacked first. And who's to say Draco didn't hope he actually died after being hit by the Sectumsempra spell?? Then he would no longer have to continue working on the cabinet or assassinate Dumbledore. And who's to say, after being saved by Snape, he didn't ask "why did you save me, why not just leave me to die?"

The scene of Draco and Dumbledore is pretty self-explanatory. The Malfoy mask is gone and it's just Draco. Draco who was not only dragged into a war, but into evil. He who showed Dumbledore his dark mark but held no pride for it. "I don't want your help. Don't you understand? I have to do this. I have to kill you... or he's going to kill me." This entire scene, just pain. Nothing else. The pain on his face when Bellatrix? blew apart the Great Hall, a place that held memories of his past six years. And the painful realization Harry was there when Snape killed Dumbledore, which means he saw Draco there (who knows how long he was there).

Year 7/Deathly Hallows: would Draco not be depressed here? Lucius is home, but Voldemort and Death Eaters had taken over his home. Voldemort is always talking about Lucius' failures, and Lucius is not taking that very well. Any happy memory Draco had in his own home would be quickly covered with dark new ones, who was murdered where (like the lady in the dining room), and probably also screams from the cells. omg imagine being terrified in your own home where one wrong move could end your life. Always pressured by Lucius to do better so they would be forgiven by Voldemort. Ugh imagine the pressure but he still tried to do good by not revealing Harry. And he didn't try very hard to hold onto the keys to the cells when Harry grabbed them. And when Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle face Harry, Goyle tells Draco "go on Draco, don't be a prat" when Draco doesn't move. Draco doesn't really want to hurt Harry, he just wants his wand back (I think that's what's happening here? idr). We all know how special a wand is to a wizard. Poor Goyle dies in his own fire, even if they weren't all the closest, Goyle was still one of the closest people Draco knew and he never really had time to grieve. Lucky to survive the fire, Draco is definitely going to have a fear of fire after that. And his hesitation to walk over to his parents after Voldemort comes to Hogwarts carrying Harry's body?? He really didn't want to go. He only moved after his mother called for him (haha fu Lucius) and went to his mother's side (FU AGAIN Lucius!). He definitely did not enjoy Voldemort's hug. And my FAVORITE SCENE but is a deleted scene ahhh is when Draco calls out to Harry and throws him his wand. Despite everything, despite knowing he could very well die by doing so, Draco still wants to do the right thing and help take down Voldemort.

He was just a boy who needs lots of love and hugs and much therapy and goddammit now I need to write this.

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Boggart Encounter!

Another Slytherin!Sirius snippet! Remus encounters a Boggart and displays his Gryffindor side.

Somewhat graphic (depiction of gruesome injury, only briefly and not too detailed)

Again, this fic is on hold. I may or may not finish it someday, but since it's not on my list of priorities to finish, I figured I'd share the snippets that I have completed.

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Remus is shaking so hard, he can't even steady his wand, let alone think of a single defensive spell. His mind has gone completely blank with  numb terror and it's like he's back in his bedroom, too terrified to move or scream or do anything but stare at the monstrous figure of Fenrir Greyback as it came for him in his bed that night when he was 4.

He's going to get him again. Remus is pathetically helpless, quivering on the floor like a coward. His mind keeps telling him to scream! Scream, you bloody idiot, call for help! Just SCREAM.

But for some reason, his body seems to be entirely disconnected from his brain. It won't listen to him. He is frozen, a prey cornered by a hungry predator, unable to force any sound from his mouth.

He is just about to accept his demise when a figure dressed in Slytherin robes appears in the doorway, wand raised cautiously.

Remus feels his heart plummet at the sight of Sirius Black, and he finally finds his voice to call out a warning. "No, Sirius, get out—"

It's too late. Greyback is already turning to face him and Remus can't bear to watch. He throws his hands over his eyes and braces himself for the worst.

Instead, he hears a soft whoosh, followed by a gurgling groan of pain that doesn't sound like Greyback or Sirius, and then Sirius makes a choked sound of horror. 

Remus quickly uncovers his eyes to find that Greyback has vanished. In his place stands a familiar boy with black hair and bloodied Hufflepuff robes, swaying and lurching on his feet, clutching at the intestines spilling from a certainly fatal wound in his stomach.

"Reg?" Sirius sobs harshly, stumbling forward one step towards his dying brother, reaching out a hand. His face looks like it has shattered open, staring at Regulus' hunched frame with frantic terror.

"Sirius," Regulus whimpers feebly. "Help me."

Remus is baffled for maybe two seconds before he realizes what just happened. Greyback is Remus' worst fear. And based solely off of Sirius' reaction to what he is seeing in front of him, the death of his little brother is his worst fear. And there happens to exist a certain magical creature that feeds off of fear.

"It's a Boggart!" Remus gasps out. "Sirius, it's just a Boggart, Regulus is safe! It's not really him!"

Sirius appears to hear him. He turns his head towards his voice without tearing his gaze from his brother's walking corpse and takes a step back. He's starting to hyperventilate, chest heaving and limbs shaking, as he backs right into the wall beside the classroom door. 

Boggart-Regulus moans in pain. "Please, Siri, I don't want to die. Help me."

"What do I do?" Sirius says in a faint, quavering voice, now leaning into the wall, pressing his back hard against it like he's trying to dissolve through the stone.

Remus is surprised that he has to ask. Sirius is a far more capable wizard than Remus could ever hope to be, he should know this. "Use Riddikulus. You defeat Boggarts with laughter."

"How in the bloody hell am I supposed to make this funny?" Sirius snaps, gesturing helplessly at Regulus as he staggers closer and closer, pleading for his big brother to save him.

Well, he's got him there. Remus can't think of a single way to turn intestine-spilling Regulus into something comedic. So he thinks fast and grasps his wand and rises to his feet. "Hey!"

Boggart-Regulus turns and instantly morphs back into Fenrir Greyback, grinning wickedly with those horrible yellow fangs. The way Regulus' tiny body almost seems to inflate into the hulking figure of Greyback is stomach clenching, but it gives Remus a vague idea. 

He points his wand and cries out, "Riddikulus!"

Greyback shrinks down to the size of a small child, no taller than the smallest First Year, but otherwise looks exactly the same. He wears a sparkly pink dog collar with a bone-shaped silver tag that reads "BAD DOG." For a moment, his face is bewildered, which only adds to the comedy of the situation.

A laugh bubbles up from his chest and Remus feels an immense sense of satisfaction as he waves his wand again to subdue the weakened Boggart.

Sirius snaps into action then and he helps Remus force the dazed Boggart into the supply closet, then Sirius shuts and locks the door swiftly with a flick of his wand. Then, they both lean against the door and breathe for a minute while they process everything that just happened.

The silence seems to stretch on forever. Remus isn't sure what to say. He thought he hated Sirius Black, but they just experienced something horrifically traumatizing together and, now that he knows that the evil Slytherin bully with the smug face and heaps of wealth is most terrified of watching his little brother die in front of him, Remus can't help feeling a twinge of sympathy and concern for him.

So, after several minutes of silence, Remus breathes out, "Well, that was fucking horrid."

"Yeah," Sirius mumbles. He forces out a breathless laugh. "You handled that way better than I did."

"Understandable," Remus shrugs. "There really isn't a way to make watching your little brother die in front of you funny."

"Yeah," Sirius says again. His voice sounds far away, like his mind still hasn't quite returned from the nightmare. He slides his back along the door to sit on the floor with a heavy sigh, staring down at his hands like he doesn't recognize them. "I just… I froze. I just fucking froze. Why did I do that? I'm supposed to be better than that."

"So did I," Remus points out in a weak attempt to ease the strange, smoldering anger that has crept over Sirius' face. "It's only natural—"

"I'm the Heir of House Black!" Sirius snaps, interrupting him. "How could I be bested by a bloody stupid Boggart? A Boggart! Pathetic, that's what I am. How am I supposed to protect Reg if I can't even face a simple Boggart? I have to be perfect. And now everyone is going to know what a bloody disgrace I am—"

"Whoa, Sirius, you're flying off the broom handle a little there," Remus eases, lowering himself to the floor as well. "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone about this."

Sirius looks at him sharply, eyes narrowing. "I figured you'd love an opportunity to put me in my place," he says warily.

"I would. But not like that," Remus says with half a smile. "I think it's admirable how much you care about your brother. I'm not going to punish you for it."

Sirius regards him suspiciously for another moment, narrowed grey eyes studying his face as though trying to decipher ancient runes. Then, when he apparently determines that Remus' words are genuine, he exhales a long, shaking breath. "Good. I don't need the whole of Hogwarts to know that the Heir of House Black wet himself at the first sign of danger and had to be rescued by Loopy Lupin."

"Well, to be fair, I wasn't faring all that well on my own," Remus points out with a humorless laugh. "I'd probably be catatonic by now if you never showed up. How did you find me, anyways?"

"Severus told me," Sirius mumbles, returning those pale grey eyes to his own hands. "He said he was setting a trap for you in the dungeons, wouldn't tell me what for, just that I would find out soon enough." He rolls his eyes. "He's a right nutter these days. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that he secretly fancies you. Bloody obsessed."

"So you came to… what? Check it out? Spectate? Point and laugh?"

Sirius scoffs. "I can't believe you'd have the gall to think such a thing after I barged in here to save your pathetic life from that—" He cuts off, fumbling for the words. "—whatever that thing was. Who was that guy, anyways?"

Remus stiffens. "Just… a childhood monster." He hopes Sirius didn't get a good enough look to identify the beast as Fenrir Greyback.

Sirius just nods. "I have some of those."

Remus is hopelessly lost and confused. Did Sirius just say that he ventured down here on a tip from one of his own cronies to save Remus? That can't be what he really meant. Sirius has been nothing more than a thorn in Remus' side ever since their first day as baby faced First Years. He torments Remus gleefully. He hexes him in the Great Hall, he sabotages his potions, trips him in the corridors. He calls him "Loopy" and "Reekus" and "Potter's little lap dog."

Remus simply misunderstood him, surely. Perhaps Sirius has some semblance of a moral compass beneath that haughty face and glittering eyes and smug grin. Perhaps he saw that someone was in danger, actual danger, and the color of Remus' robes ceased to matter for  just a moment.

But he is not Remus' friend. 

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nighthawks (18). august 1, 10:30 pm est.

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“You seem tired, bundeet.” 

Your mother smooths her hand over your shoulder. The lines by her eyes deepen as she smiles. Her touch, her soft look—she offers a warmth you never thought you’d feel from her again. You burn—happily, you burn under her gaze.

“I am,” you admit. Sweeping your gaze back in Din’s direction, you sigh. “It’s been… a weird few days.” Few months, few years. Stars, you’re tired.

Your mother follows your gaze, and she moves to stand alongside you. She crosses her arms, but she isn’t angry. She is comfortable, considerate. She tilts her head, narrowing her eyes. “Who is he to you?”

Her question doesn’t make sense at first, not with the rising heat of the day and your lack of breakfast, but then you realize she is asking about Din. She is asking about the man in the field, pausing long enough to explain the mechanics of his farming equipment to a smitten little girl. 

You answer without hesitation. “He’s my partner… in all things.”

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HOGWARTS MYSTERY ERA.

GWENDOLYN MARY BLACKTHRONE. It’s time to introduce my Mc’s relatives and I would love to start with this angel, probably my favorite member from this problematic family.

• Face claim: Gal Gadot.

• House: Ravenclaw.

• Status: deceased †.

• Date of birth: 14th April 1965.

• Patronus: butterfly.

• Occupation: formerly, student at Hogwarts; after graduation, healer at St. Mungo.

• Affiliation: Order of the Phoenix.

• Sexuality: bisexual.

• Boggart: no one waiting for her at the train station.

• Riddikulus: the toddler version of her sister, Clarice, in a pink attire, eating dozens of chocolate frogs under the Christmas Tree.

• Wand: hornbeam wood with a unicorn hair core, 10 inches long and very flexible.

• Blood: she is a pureblood. Her parents were both Slytherins and they were top Death Eaters. They both survived the first wizarding war and now are helping the Dark Lord to gather followers to raise again.

Gwendolyn Mary Blackthrone, born on 14th April 1965, is Clarice Blackthrone’s older sister. She was the pride and joy of her family, a curious child who spent most of her time practising piano, learning spells and studying Herbology. Although she was ambitious and lived up to her parents expectations, she fell into disgrace as soon as she started attending Hogwarts. The Sorting Hat did not believe she would have fitted into Slytherin and declared she would have been of better use among the wise Ravenclaws. As soon as her parents received the news, they started addressing her as an insult to the family name.

Although she was heartbroken for being rejected by her own flesh and blood, Gwendolyn accepted her fate and did her best to accomplish her duties as a student. She became a prefect and she signed up to the Frog Choir, becoming an inspiring icon for most of the girls of her year.

Her ideals did not quite match the ones of her parents and their relationship grew colder year by year. They did not attend her graduation and she did not come back home after the party. Her decision was detrimental to her career, as her father’s connections at the Ministry forced her to give up on her dream to become an Auror.

Relationship with her sister.

Gwendolyn was a good-hearted person. Five years older than Clarice, she was overprotective of her younger sister, both at home and at Hogwarts. When the news that their parents were Death Eaters spread, the girls were usually mocked and challenged by other students. While Clarice was sorted into Slytherin and did not have to deal with her Housemates, whose parents were mostly Death Eaters too, some Gryffindors picked up on her. Even though the younger Blackthrone could handle them easily, she always got her back and incited her sister to use words instead of drawing wands to deal with bullies.

They loved each other and Clarice was the only one who stayed in touch with her sister, supporting her decisions and helping her to find shelter at St. Mungo as a healer.

Abilities.

Gwendolyn was a brilliant witch and a skilled Legilimens. Some of the male ancestors of the Blackthrone family possessed this ability and there had not been one since ninety years. There is no witch from that lineage known for having been a mind-reader and that makes Gwendolyn the only female exception possessing that ability in her family. Although she was a good duelist, she never matched the skills of her sister and her parents. She refused to use the spells invented by her ancestors and spent most of her life sharpening her knowledge in the use of healing spells, herbs and potions. There was not a subject she was not good at, however, she brewed excellent potions and Herbology was probably the easiest one for her.

Personality.

Gwendolyn was rather open-minded, generous and with a natural predisposition for helping others. She always stood up for herself and her sister, menaging to solve most of the conflicts with long talks and rationality. She was wise and possessed a logical mind, making her always the top of her class. Unfortunately, she had a tendency to blame herself, if things went wrong, and that caused her to become surprisingly quiet and slightly susceptible for days until she figured out a way to forgive herself and, possibly, fix the issue. However, she was usually talkative and adventurous, but that did not stop the Ravenclaw girl from spending hours in the library. She was selfless and she did not mind spending her nights having deep and conforting conversations with her friends. Although being a Ravenclaw and a far way from sharing her parents’ ideals, she inheridated the Blackthrone thirst for power and she cheated, during Quidditch matches, or tournements to help her House win.

What does she dislike.

Gwendolyne loathed family dinners, due to her turbolent relationship with her parents. However, she was forced to attend them until she moved into a small flat in Diagon Alley and started her service at St. Mungo as a healer. She basically hated Death Eaters and her family friends, with the only excpetion of Felix Rosier. She did not fully trust him at first and she feared for her sister’s safety, when they started dating. However, she changed her mind when Felix saved her life during an ambush. In addition, she despised blackstabbers, stubborn and lazy people and, above anything else, feeling useless.

Interests.

Gwendolyne loved playing piano and she kept on doing it even after she parted from her family. Netherless, passion did not flare up in her eyes anymore, if someone asked her to play something, since her parents demanded her to play it in order to entertain their friends during parties. She is a skilled painter, invested into portraits and sketches of strangers she met on her daily strolls. She loves singing too, a passion she developed back at Hogwarts when she signed up to the Frog Choir.

Amorentia.

What does people in love with her smell in the potion? Gwendolyn smells like green tea, the salty tang of the sea, a dusty and forgotten library and the sweetest apple pie.

What does she smells into the potion? She has been in love a few times in her life, both with girls and boys. However, the last time she smelt the fragrance of the potion she had met her first husband, Jackson Ross. The half-blood Hufflepuff, according to her, smelt like cocoa, ink, fresh blankets and sunflowers.

She was forced to marry her second husband after the murder of Jackson. Yet, she never had feelings for him and, when he forced her to smell the potion, she told him she did not smell anything at all but the stink of death in his breath. Totila Samuel Pearson smashed the bottle on her face afterward. Gwendolyn, on that day, swore not to smell a love potion ever again.

The memory to fuel her patronus.

Gwendolyn’s patronus is a butterfly. On her fifth year at Hogwarts she learnt to cast the spell, unleashing it by holding on the happiest memory of her life: her younger sister’s birth. Clarice was everything to her, she was the person she wanted to protect, the one she could not live without and her hope in a miserable life at home with her parents. Despite their unbreakable bond, the memory fueling her patronus switched the moment she fell in love with Jackson Ross. From that day, whenever she casted the spell, she thought about the day they met. The shape did not change, however, the butterfly seemed to have larger wings than before. That did not change when she was widowed.

Friends.

Being beautiful and friendly, Gwendolyn loved making new friends. The closest ones, though, Chester Davies, Felix Rosier, Bill Weasley and, later on, Talbott Winger. Approaching her was not hard, as long as the person valued friendship, loyalty and goodness above anything else. She did not judge kids coming from Lord Voldemort’s followers and, sometimes, helped them to deal with reality.

Romance.

Gwendolyne has fallen in love more than once in her life. Each relationship has brought something special to her, in terms of values or personal growth. She was easy to love, but it was kind of hard getting through her heart and picking her attention. However, a few selected people did. Jackson Ross was what she considered “the epic love of her life”. Gwendolyne was willing to marry him despite his blood status and that cause her parents to pest them, to waylay them, until Jackson died by the hand of Totila Samuel Pearson, the pureblood her family wanted her to marry. Gwendolyne lost her smile that day, along with her child. The relationship with her second husband was based on business, with no benefits or feelings. It soon turned out to be a toxic, abusive bond, until Gwendolyne got to escape. The price she paid was the ‘Blackthrone mark’ craved on her chest, that unleashed an excruciating pain through her body as soon as she was too close to a member of her family.

Cause of death.

Gwendolyne was a member of the Order of the phoenix and she took part to the Battle of Hogwarts. She was actually good at duelling, however, she was not strong enough and, weakened by the mark due to the presence of her family on the battlefield, she realised that the best she could do was trying to protect other people. She saw Jae Kim struggling to keep up with her mother and she did not hesitate to cast a Depulso to push him away and be hit herself by the Unforgivable Curse.

Significant members of the family.

Clarice Charlotte Blackthrone (younger sister).

Tobias Richard Blackthrone † (father);

Gemma Vivienne Blackthrone-Rossellini † (mother);

Gwendolyn Mary Blackthrone † (mc);

Jackson Ross † (Gwendolyn’s first husband);

Totila Samuel Pearson (Gwendolyn’s second husband).

Trivia & Quotes.

Some lines she told people.

• To her sister, Clarice, in the prefect bathroom, when she told Gwendolyne she had feelings for Chester and was scared of it : “There’s no need to be scared. Love makes you feel alive. It’s the best thing that could have ever happened to you. Don’t you think you deserve to smile too? And don’t you dare tell me I sound like a Hufflepuff”.

• To Felix, at Jackson’s birthday party, in her flat: “Who would have thought, a few years ago, that I was going to invite you over for my husband birthday and have a drink with you on my balcony? Geez, shame on me for having being a bitch!”.

• To Jackson, under a pouring rain, searching for shelter: “I love you, Jackson Ross, even if you’re crazy! And I don’t think I will ever be able to stop loving you”.

• To Nymphadora, staying over after Jackson’s funeral: “I have died too that night. He used to call me his ‘little firefly’ and he always told me to never stop shining. Isn’t it ironic, though? Fireflies enlighten fields in the night, but how am I supposed to do it if he was my night and the whole fucking universe too?”.

• To Totila Samuel Pearson, her second husband, after spitting on his face: “May you rot in Hell along with that disgusting gallant I should call ‘father’”.

• To the Ravenclaws, at her graduation party: “Never stop making me proud of you all. Dream, study hard and achieve your goals. There is nothing a Ravenclaw cannot do… Except remembering to drink fresh water, having regular meals and not staying up all night to study!”.

• To herself, in her diary, wiping away some tears with the sleeve of her sweater: “I will not be an Auror. What did I expect? I’ve turned my back on my family and they did not miss their chance to stab me, did they? However, I am a Blackthrone too. I will become a healer and no one can stop me this time. I love helping others, it makes me happy. I am going to cherish every moment I spend mending someone’s wounds… Who is going to mend mine, though?”.

• To Chester, before the Battle of Hogwarts : “If I am not going to make it out alive, tell Clarice that I loved her and that she was the best sister I could have ever had. Tell Felix that I trust him blindly and that I know he will take good care of my little sister. And you, Chester, you have my respect and the gratitude for not having let any of us down”.

Some facts about Gwendolyne.

• Gwendolyne hated being a ‘Legilimens’ for two main reasons. Her father demanded her to use her ability on the people he was torturing and tell him what they were thinking and, secondly, she did not like finding out people’s thoughts on her unwittingly.

• When Totila smashed the Amorentia potion on her face, she got two scars: one on her left cheekbone and one on her eyebrow.

• She loathed swearing, but she occasionally did. The rare occasions usually concerned episodes of people bullying her and her friends, or Death Eaters.

• When she was sixteen, she got a tattoo of a butterfly on her right wrist and had to hide it from her family, whenever she was staying home.

• Gwendolyne was bisexual. The first kiss of her life was from a girl and, although she thought to have a preference in girls and she was actually pretty sure that her life companion was going to be a woman, she was surprised to have fallen madly in love with a man and having made it to the alter with him.

• She was scared of Dragons and Felix once made her ride one for having lost a bet.

• Bad thing or not, she have cheated on Totila more than once in search for confort for Jackson’s death. However, no one could be compared to him.

• Her parents knocked on her door to offer her a chance for redemption, if she agreed to join the death eaters. She refused and, since that day, they countlessly attempted to kill her.

• When she was younger, she was obliged to witness tortures inflicted on muggles. Still, if she was asked to kill the victim, she stormed out of the room and awaited for her punishment locked up in her bedroom.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there! I have finally posted more informations about Clarice’s family and she is my favorite Oc beside my main one! She is looking for friends, love interests, enemies and rivals! Comment or text me, if you are interested :)❤️ let me know what you think about her!

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#hogwarts mc #hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts legacy #harry potter series #gal gadot #ravenclaw #slytherin #hufflepuff #gryffindor #chester davies #hermione granger #death eaters #felix rosier #penny haywood #rowan khanna #bill weasley #charlie weasley #talbott winger #tom riddle

[unfortunate-arrow]

𝐏𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐊𝐚𝐝𝐞 | hpma minor character profile

warnings: discussions of death and cancer

✧ IDENTITY ✧

Full Name: Padraig Darragh MacKade 

Nicknames: Paddy, Pads

Name Meanings: Padraig → Irish, “patrician” or “noble” ; Darragh → Irish, “oak tree” ; MacKade → Irish & Scottish, “from the wetlands.” 

Date of Birth: April 16, 2000

Gender: Male ; he/him

Sexuality: Bisexual 

Blood Status: Muggleborn 

Nationality: Irish

✧ APPEARANCE & VOICE ✧

Faceclaim: Levi Miller

Height: 6’0” 

Build: Lean but athletic 

Hair: Brown hair that is generally curly 

Eye Color: Blue 

Scarring & Modifications: As an adult, Paddy gets a small shamrock tattoo on his left bicep 

Style: T-shirts ; jeans ; sneakers ; plaid shirts ; trousers ; sweaters ; sweatpants ; sweatshirts ; football/soccer jerseys 

Voiceclaim: Levi Miller 

Accent: Irish

Dialect: General Irish English

✧ PERSONALITY ✧

MBTI Type: ENFP — the campaigner 

⤷ Campaigners (ENFPs) are true free spirits – outgoing, openhearted, and open-minded. With their lively, upbeat approach to life, they stand out in any crowd. But even though they can be the life of the party, Campaigners don’t just care about having a good time. These personality types run deep – as does their longing for meaningful, emotional connections with other people.

Positive Traits: Curious, perceptive, good-natured, festive, intelligent, kind, hardworking, warm, good people skills, adaptable, flexible, caring

Neutral Traits: Optimistic, stubborn, enthusiastic, spontaneous, charismatic

Negative Traits: Unfocused, disorganized, restless, impatient, overthinker, not big on following the rules

Interests & Hobbies: Hurling, football/soccer, golf, flying, reading, pranks

✧ MAGIC ✧

Wand: Paddy’s wand is made of dogwood with a unicorn tail hair core and is 10 ¼ inches with a slight flexibility. 

⤷ Dogwood wands were quirky and mischievous; they had playful natures and insisted upon partners who could provide them with scope for excitement and fun. It would be quite wrong, however, to deduce from this that dogwood wands were not capable of serious magic when called upon to do so; they had been known to perform outstanding spells under difficult conditions, and when paired with a suitably clever and ingenious witch or wizard, could produce dazzling enchantments. Dogwood wands refused to perform non-verbal spells and they were often rather noisy.

Patronus: German Shepherd 

Boggart: Complete blackness, with no one around him

Riddikulus: The blackness fades into a surprise party, where his brothers are dressed in costume

Amortentia: Paddy smells like bergamot, soap, cinnamon, and peppermint.

✧ HOGWARTS ✧

House: Hufflepuff 

Best Subjects: Charms, astronomy, transfiguration, care of magical creatures

Worst Subjects: Potions, herbology

Extracurriculars: None

✧ EMPLOYMENT ✧

Affiliations: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry ; Gringotts

Profession: Cursebreaker

✧ RELATIONSHIPS ✧

Father: David Padraig MacKade [deceased. 1965-2006]

Paddy has some clear memories of his father, as he was six when David passed away. Those memories are stronger in Paddy’s mind than his memories of his mother, but he misses the man a lot and as much as Paddy adores his big brothers, he wishes that he could turn to his father for things. 

Mother: Clare Siobhan MacKade née O’Brien [deceased, 1967-2004]

Paddy doesn’t have many memories of his mother, as he was only four when she passed away. He wishes that he could have had stronger memories of her and there are a lot of moments where Paddy wishes that he had her to turn to. He really misses her.

Brother: Finnian Joseph “Finn” MacKade

Born on December 30, 1996, Finn is a little over three years older than Paddy. They have a fairly close relationship, although Paddy is closer to Nate and Owen than he is to Finn. They just don’t have a ton in common. However, Paddy loves his big brother a lot. 

Faceclaim: Tom Holland

Brother: Nathaniel Brian “Nate” MacKade 

Born on December 30, 1996, Nate is a little over three years older than Paddy. They have a close relationship, even though it’s not a perfect relationship. Their age gap keeps their arguments from growing too large, although Paddy really wishes that Nate knew when to back off and let Paddy make his own mistakes. Despite these minor arguments, Paddy loves his big brother a lot.

Faceclaim: Tom Holland

Brother: Owen David MacKade 

Born on June 3, 2003, Owen is a little over three years younger than Paddy. They have a close relationship, partially because Finn and Nate are such a duo that Paddy and Owen naturally gravitated towards one another. Paddy really loves his little brother a lot. He and Owen have a decent amount in common and they just get along pretty well. 

Faceclaim: Noah Jupe

Grandmother: Jean Frances MacKade née Hughes

Paddy has a good relationship with his grandmother. He has always had a good relationship with her and he really looks up to. He’s not as aware of how much she does, but as an adult, he really appreciates everything that she’s done for him and his brothers. 

Faceclaim: Julie Andrews

Nephews: Wyatt Hartley MacKade ; Jonah David MacKade ; Ian David MacKade

Nieces: Zoey Vanessa MacKade ; Flora Elspeth MacKade

Sisters-In-Law: Nova Luisa Hartley (@gaygryffindorgal) ; Scotty Rosier (@drinkyoursoupbitch)

Friends: Cooper Everett (@amerrymystery) ; Patrick Hopper-Lee (@thatravenpuffwitch)

Dormmates: Harry Seymour (@endlessly-cursed) ; AVAILABLE ; AVAILABLE ; AVAILABLE

Pets: A labrador retriever named Lady

✧ HISTORY & BACKGROUND ✧

Hometown: Mullingar, County Westmeath, Ireland 

Pre-Hogwarts Childhood: 

Born on April 16, 2000, Padraig Darragh “Paddy” MacKade was the third child of David and Clare MacKade. He joined his older brothers, Finn and Nate, who were three at the time. Three years later, on June 3, 2003, Paddy gained a third brother, Owen David. For four years, Paddy had a good childhood. That all changed when his mother was diagnosed with a cancerous brain tumor. Everything slowly began to change, especially after the tumor became terminal. His mother passed away in late 2004, peacefully in her sleep. His mother’s death rattled the entire family and things changed even more. The biggest change, though, came when Paddy’s father passed away and he and his brothers moved in with their grandmother. Then, came Finn’s and Nate’s Hogwarts letters, shocking everyone. It did explain some of the strangeness that seemed to follow the four MacKade boys. Paddy was quite excited when he received his own Hogwarts letter in 2011. 

Hogwarts Years:

Upon starting Hogwarts, Paddy was sorted into Hufflepuff after sitting under the hat for four and a half minutes, while it debated if Paddy was better suited for Hufflepuff or Gryffindor. Paddy was happy to be sorted into Hufflepuff, joining the house where his big brother was. Having Nate there to lean on helped to lessen some of Paddy’s homesickness. Paddy had a good time at Hogwarts, where he got into a surprising amount of trouble and somehow found himself named prefect.

Adulthood:

After graduating from Hogwarts, Paddy became a cursebreaker. It worked with his desire for adventure and thrills, while also helping him get out of scrapes as trouble continued to follow him. He found himself godfather to his eldest nephew, Wyatt, and his youngest nephew, Ian, something that Paddy took very seriously. He loved all of his nieces and nephews. 

Old Age & Death: 

Paddy died peacefully in his sleep at the age of 106.

✧ MISCELLANEOUS ✧

Trivia:

Paddy has a big appetite and is often snacking on something. He does not like to share food, though.

He is the most troublesome MacKade brother, but he’s mostly a trouble magnet and often finds himself getting into scrapes. 

Paddy’s favorite sport is hurling, but football/soccer is his second favorite. He does enjoy watching quidditch, but is not a fan of playing the sport. 

He loves the fact that he is the tallest of the four MacKade brothers and loves to hold it over his brothers.

Important Links:

Paddy’s tag [#paddy mackade]

#paddy mackade #hpma #magic awakened #hpma minor oc #hpma character profile #my aesthetic #my character profile #minor oc

[endlessly-cursed]

WW1- Conrad St. James

"𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙬𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚."

Name: Conrad Gustave St. James

Nicknames: TBD

Birthdate: 20th of December, 1887

Zodiac Sign: Saggitarius

Personality Type (MBTI): TBD

Blood Status: Half blood

Nationality: French Canadian

Physical Appearance

Hair: Dark brown, almost black

Eyes: Dark blue

Height: 1.88m

Weight: 92kg

Body Type: Strong, well-built, lean and flexible

Skin Tone: Fair

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): TBD

Background

Hometown

Conrad grew up in the French part of Canada, in the city of Quebec, where he grew up with a French immigrant mother and a Canadian father with French ancestry. He lived a comfortable life

Family

Mother: Roséline St. James, neé Delacour

From the famed Delacour family, she was constantly bullied at Beauxbatons for not being pretty enough, and always felt like a fish out of the water. After the political inestability drove her family out, they tried their luck in the French Canada and soon established themselves there. Roséline became a modiste and met her future husband through making a dress for her future sister-in-law

Father: Peter St. James

A well-known businessman, he seemed at first like the perfect husband and father... until Conrad followed him one night that he was out with friends to find him with another family outside the city in a small village. He was shocked and hurt, and immediately told his mother, who then dumped him on the spot and talked to the other woman, who was not aware. Things got worse when they found out she was a niece of the governor. The scandal went out when Conrad was just 19, and ran away to England, where he finished his degree in photography and journalism.

Eldest brother: TBD St. James (ancestor to the St. James twins)

Ilvermony

House: Thunderbird

Best Class: Charms

Worst Class: None

Boggart: Everyone at Ilvermony laughs at him for the scandal

Riddikulus: Their laughs are high pitched coughs

Patronus: TBD

Patronus Memory: Hearing Mystie laugh

Mirror of Erised: Having a normal life

Amortentia (what he smells like): Wood, pepper, recently baked baguette and expensive cologne

Amortentia (what he smells): TBD

Career

11-18: Student at Ilvermony

19-24: Student at Oxford College

24-26: Assistant professor in Eton college

26-31: Photographer and journalist during WW1

31-??: TBD

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: Getting away from the scandal, getting his way, keeping Mystie safe and finding himself

Strengths: Adventurous, smart, academically gifted, cunning, is capable of bending the law to his will and master manipulator

Weaknesses: Shy and reserved

Stressed: Around bombings, when somebody asks about his family back in Quebec

Calm/Comforted: Making photographs and baking

Favorites

Colors: Grey, royal blue, emerald green and golden

Weather: Drizzle in the night

Hobbies: Dancing, cooking and reading

Fashion: Conrad dresses fairly nice, not too ostentatious nor too poorly. He has an overall good sense of fashion

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: Mysteria 'Mystie' Charmsworth ( @potionboy3 )

Mystie and Conrad met during a case in the Great War. They discovered they were similar and made a great team, and decided to keep working together, finding her entirely fascinating

[MORE TBD]

Friends: TBD

Rivals: TBD

Trivia

After finding out about the affair, in a fit of rage, challenged his father to a duel. However, his father knew nothing and, while throwing random spells he had heard from his wife, hit him in the face with a spell, which reduced his eyesight, which made him wear glasses for reading and studying

After the scandal was uncovered, Conrad locked himself in a room and started reading law books, and soon found loopholes on where and how to bend the law to his will

After his parents divorced, he sought revenge by disguising himself as a friend of his that helped with the affair and threw him off the bridge and ran away shortly after

Despite looking shy and reserved, he has a wild side where he can be pretty bold and daring, and can manipulate and lie his way through with hardly any scruples

He also has a strong temper he keeps most of the time, but can be quite explosive

#hp ww1 era #hp wwi era #oc: conrad st. james #mysteria charmsworth #st. james family #character sheet #oc profile

[slytherinqueen123]

a riddle, a malfoy, a zabini and a y/l/n

“riddikulus!”

i share a glance with blaise and mattheo before we blurt out in perfect unison, “this class is ridiculous!”

i double over laughing at the face malfoy makes, a hideous composition of anger and spite, with a little inkling of sarcasm.

“ha ha, very funny, you three. shut up about it. it’s been three years, it’s not even funny.” he says, rolling his eyes.

mattheo starts. “well, you see mister malfoy-”

“-we can’t really stop now.” blaise finishes.

malfoy makes another face. i lean back in my chair and toss a pen in the air. it narrowly avoids clashing the light, which earns me a steely glare from professor flitwick.

“sorry sir, i’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again!” i call, before turning to the boys and scoffing. “more like i’ll make sure it does.”

mattheo gives me a look. “that’s ridiculous.”

“this class is ridiculous!” blaise and i yell again, both collapsing in hysterics as malfoy makes to whack us.

“what? your iconic now, dray, you can’t deny it!” i shriek, dodging another hand flying in my direction and taking the opportunity to pin him back with a solid punch to the arm. he rubs the site of his injury and gets up.

“stuff you idiots. i’ve got better people to talk to than three loose canons who bully innocent-”

“ferrets?” i finish. he glares at us and struts over to pansy and her gaggle of princesses.

i sigh and lean back.

“how long till he comes back this time?” mattheo asks, watching draco sky away from the crowd of girls clambering for his attention.

blaise takes a moment to think before we all lock eyes.

“literally an hour.”

“like, till tonight.”

“not very long.”

we all know he’ll be back in no time. after all, he’s our best mate. we’re best mates.

• • •

a riddle, a malfoy, a zabini and a y/l/n. honestly, i don’t know why it didn’t happen sooner.

we met when theo, draco and blaise where 7, and i was 6. fancy purebloods throw parties all the time, and it just so happened we where all there at once.

being the tiny only daughter of my father, and him thinking i’m a fragile princess, i’d been dumped in a random room a hallway away from the party.

i’d tried everything. break out, scream, cry, beg, plead and even jump a window, but to no avail. i’d given up. exhausted from my failed mission, i’d flopped on a couch and waited for someone, anyone, to let me out.

i was sick of my dress, i was sick of my hair, i was sick of my loneliness and i was about to kick that door down myself, find my father and fight him.

i was practically asleep. uncountable rounds of exhaustion, anger and energy had worn me out, and i was staring at the ceiling wondering if i could smash the chandelier and whether or not it would attract enough attention if i acted dead. until i heard the tell tale creaking of the oversized door trapping me in, opening.

i was up in a flash, barreling towards that door, ready to beat up whoever had taken so long to get me.

“WHY HAS IT TAKEN YOU SO LONG? I’M PRACTICALLY DECEAS-” i was cut off by a hand covering my mouth, shoving me back into the room and slamming the door shut. i was mad, but scared too.

who had grabbed me?

i followed the hands arm and was met with a pair of dark brown eyes staring back at me, glassy and nursing a bloody cut halfway up his nose.

“can you help me?” the boy in the suit said. i stared back at him, confused. “i-”

“merlin, mattheo, that’s y/l/n’s daughter!” another voice said, emerging from behind bloody nose boy. he had rich dark skin and a puff of tight black curls.

“are you his daughter, girl?” the next voice belonged to a boy with pale skin and platinum blonde curtains. all three where wearing suits, each without ties.

“yeah. i’m his daughter, y/n. who the hell are you? and why’d you trap me back in here, you douchebags!” i shrieked, realisation dawning that they’d gotten me stuck back in my opulent prison.

“mattheo riddle.” bloody nose boy offered, smiling slightly under a mess of curls.

“blaise zabini, miss y/n.” curly hair said, giving me a slight nod and bow.

“malfoy. draco malfoy.” ghost man added.

i grinned. “cool. y’all wanna be friends? i’m kinda lonely, and i’m only six. not gonna lie, you’s don’t look like you’ve got all that many friends either.”

blaise shrugged. “just my dads bosses employees kids. i don’t know what they do. there’s a lot of them though. i hate parkinson, though. she’s annoying.”

draco shoved him. “oi, leave her alone. she’s not that bad.”

“you only say that because you’re in love with her, malfoy. no one in their right mind likes pansy parkinson.” mattheo shivered and spat her name like a curse.

i laughed. blaise turned around from his little fight with malfoy.

“she’s pretty. and smart. she looks fun. you can be friends with me, if you want.” he stuck his hand out and i shook it.

“you seem gutsy, miss y/n. i’m down if you are.” mattheo added. i nodded and smiled. “course’ i am.”

we all turned to malfoy. he was trying to smooth his shirt and didn’t notice us all staring. “what?”

mattheo knocked him on the head, still holding his bloody nose. “do you even listen to anyone but your old dad? do you wanna be friends with y/n or not, dumby!”

he looks me up and down. i do the same. “deal.”

i grin. “cool. then we’re friends.”

blaise shakes his head. “not just friends.”

“oh yeah?” draco asks.

“naw. best friends.” mattheo finishes.

• • •

that’s how it’s been ever since.

a riddle, a malfoy, a zabini and a y/l/n.

and that’s how it’s gonna stay.

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #mattheo x y/n #blaise zabini #draco lucius malfoy #draco x y/n #rich kids rp #pureblood boyfriend #boys #pretty girls #y/n x character #y/n y/l/n

[jeongyunhoed]

As seen on my FF.net

Following the events of fifth year, a new adventure awaits for Norah Lee. Boys, exams, school events, common room parties, and old foes outside of Hogwarts. Even battling pensieve guardians was easier than this.

Main Pair: OC/? Genre: Adventure/Angst/Fluff (it's a little of everything, tbh)

KEEP IN MIND: Characters are aged up (even if the story's got them in sixth year) to make it more appropriate. Time period is leaning towards the modern day so in case you might find anachronisms in the dialogue or references, this is why. This may also be quite a lengthy fic too.

BE WARNED: Social anxiety, mentions of blood and injury, grief, drinking, kissing but nothing more than that, death (this is Hogwarts Legacy, after all)

P.P.S: Another terrible attempt at poetry ahead, but the last note, the poem in that one is from Perry Poetry. Emotional rollercoaster 2.0. Any guesses as to who "Nick" is? HEHEHEHE

Masterlist

Chapter 8

"For today's lesson, we're tackling a few things," Professor Hecat told the class the next day. "Cursed barrier spells, the imperturbable jinx, and the sea urchin jinx," She explained, the latter inciting chuckles from the students. "But before we get onto that, I'd like to commend you all for finishing what I will definitely describe as a long and time-consuming essay on banshees, flesh-eating slugs, and kappas."

Professor Hecat moved the tables to the side once again. "We've got quite a few hours on us today, so a review is also in order. Miss Lee, please step forward," She looked at Norah.

Norah was met with nudges from Natty and Leander, and knowing looks from Sebastian and Ominis as she went to the middle of the room. Professor Hecat conjured the training dummy in front of her, pushing the boggart closet close by. "Bloody hell, Hecat's going to unleash a boggart on Norah," Leander muttered.

"I wonder what form it's going to take in front of her," The Gryffindor Cressida Blume, whispered.

Norah felt her heart pound upon seeing the possibility of the boggart closet. She wondered what was going to come out from there. "Yes, Professor?" She said.

"Since you have undoubtedly some, or may I say, the most experience among your peers in this room, think of the training dummy as an inferi. Begin," Professor Hecat gestured. "Non-verbally, of course."

Norah nodded, glancing at Sebastian and Ominis, who were giving her knowing nods. One, incendio, two, confringo, three, incendio, four, confringo, with the fifth being diffindo. The rest of them clapped when she stepped back, and Professor Hecat looked proud. "10 house points if you can all identify which spells Miss Lee used."

"Show-off," Sebastian teased, making her laugh.

Several of them raised their hands. Professor Hecat ended up calling on Leander, who answered all three spells correctly. "10 points to Gryffindor, thank you Mr. Prewett," Professor Hecat nodded.

Norah gave him a thumbs up. "Merlin, how did you get around to learning confringo?" The tall Gryffindor whispered. She tilted her head toward Sebastian, who grinned. "Ah, figures," He chuckled, stepping aside.

"Well done, next up, the boggart, if you remember what to do when facing a boggart, do so non-verbally," Professor Hecat instructed, even when Norah was asked to return to the middle.

She felt an increasing feeling of anxiety, when the closet was pushed forward, the training dummy vanishing with a quick evanesco. The closet burst open, and Norah could feel her heart pounding.

The figure of Professor Fig emerged, and the room had gone quiet. Sebastian's expression fell, as did Natty's, watching Norah face the boggart in the form of their late professor.

"R-" Norah mumbled, trying her hardest to shake off the sudden fear and sadness that came from seeing Fig's dark expression, trying to walk up to her. She swallowed hard, and closed her eyes, trying to concentrate. Riddikulus. Riddikulus. Riddikulus!

The boggart form of Fig turned into a puffskein that rolled around the closet. Norah fell to her knees, looking quite shaken, tears rolling down her cheeks. Sebastian quickly helped her up, and it was then she was made aware that everyone in the room was staring at her, all of whom looked concerned, some sad. Professor Hecat looked just as concerned. "I guess we'll have to move along, but well done, Miss Lee. Mr. Sallow, will you mind accompanying her outside for some fresh air?"

Sebastian nodded, leading her outside the classroom while Professor Hecat continued with the review. "Are you alright?" He said, trying to wipe her tears with his sleeve. "You did well in there, with that boggart."

The floodgates opened, and Norah burst into tears, hiding her face in his shoulder as she sobbed. Sebastian held her, rubbing her back in an effort to calm her down. He could feel how much pain she held inside, masked behind a calm and confident facade. He knew what happened will spread throughout the school, and he wasn't sure if Norah wanted to know. Not that she cared, but this was one of those rare moments when he saw the kind of person she really was.

If anything, it just made him fall harder for her.

"I'm sorry," Norah slowly pulled away, wiping her eyes and sniffling. Sebastian continued to wipe her eyes. "Oh this is great, this is embarrassing," She tried to laugh it off, her eyes still red. "I'm sorry."

Sebastian shook his head. "It's alright. You were just scared, it was a boggart, it would've scared anyone," He assured her, wiping some more tears away with his thumb, his hand resting on her cheek, as if wanting her to lean into it.

Norah sniffled and shook her head. "It's just...what would they think of me now? Cowering at the sight of Fig?" She whispered, not wanting to go on about how she felt when she knew the freckled brunette was aware.

"They didn't know Fig the way you did. What was it about Fig that terrified you?" He said softly.

"Just-" Norah looked down, still too embarrassed. "I just remember those last moments I had with him. He wasn't sure about my decision to open the repository down there, and me taking the power to build on what Isidora worked on, knowing what I know. But Ranrok arrived, with Miriam's wand, he revealed he killed her, and when Fig got angry at him, the stone pillars fell, even more when Ranrok forced it open anyway," She said.

Sebastian wasn't sure what else he could say, and instead accompanied her to the restroom where she quickly washed her face. When she stepped out of the bathroom, that was when Sebastian found the words to what he wanted to ask. "Do you blame yourself for him dying? It seemed like Ranrok is the one who sent that stone down and killed him, not you."

"It certainly feels like it was my fault," Norah swallowed hard. "That's why I plan to do what I'm going to do to make up for it. Even if it's too late."

It made Sebastian think of his own situation, of his own uncle Solomon. Even if Solomon harbored a lot of resentment towards him because of Anne getting cursed and their parents' death, it didn't justify the use of avada kedavra. Even when the truth was revealed, Sebastian had now understood that it wasn't as simple as harboring hatred for goblins. He knew he fully deserved to be locked up, yet they didn't turn him in.

He knew he had the rest of his life to make up for what he did. Norah's words seemed to give him some assurance that he could only make things right even if it's too late.

They returned to the classroom just in time for Professor Hecat to introduce the new spells they were set to learn. When she stood beside Ominis, no longer wanting to draw further attention, the blonde reached out to her, gently patting her wrist. "Are you alright?" He whispered.

Norah hummed. "I will be, I'm sorry. That was embarrassing wasn't it?"

"Of course it wasn't," He said. Even if he couldn't see what happened, he felt how shaken she had become. All the while hoping that maybe he should've been the one who also stepped up to help her get some air. His hand moved down from patting her wrist to gently tugging on her fingers, as if to further assure her that everything was going to be okay. And it was, as Ominis firmly decided from then on, that he would try and protect her no matter what.

~

To Norah Lee,

I see without seeing, To me, darkness is as clear as daylight. Answer this riddle to get to me, For I plan to wipe your tears, hopefully I hope this note puts a smile on your face, And to remind you that everything will be okay. Whisper the answer to a close friend, You'll know who I am by the week's end.

You will know if you are right, Wait for my note tomorrow night.

Your Nick

Norah read the note over and over again during lunch. The gears in her mind were already turning, full of suspicions as to who "Nick" was. She was a step closer to figuring out who it was from this note. There was that feeling of anticipation, that maybe, perhaps, "Nick" was the very person she was starting to have feelings for. Then again, it could've been any sixth-year boy at this point. It was possible that any of her friends told "Nick" things about her, what she liked, what she didn't like.

Since the moment she started feeling like she was beginning to care more for this person, Norah also regretted trying to keep things as they are. When all she wanted was to maybe, spend more time with him. Maybe talk to him more, break the ice a little more until there was nothing left.

But, at least what Norah thought, he might feel like they were out of each other's leagues. If things worked out, people might be in for a surprise, that much she knew. She knew that a potential relationship with him would lead to some backlash, but she was prepared either way. Norah sighed and put the note down. It was too early to think like things were already working out between them.

She looked around, hearing faint whispers of possibly what happened to her during Defense Against the Dark Arts. The embarrassment crept in once again, and she had the urge to just head down to the nearest creature lair and take out a few. But she knew she couldn't. That kind of activity no longer happened as much.

Norah got up, clutching the note as she left the Great Hall, wanting to spend the rest of the lunch period in the Room of Requirement, where she could get back to studying. Deek could always summon food from the kitchens if she asked. As she was about to head up the main staircase, she was stopped by an owl that dropped a letter in front of her.

It was from "Nick" again, she was certain, from how the owl went straight to her. There was a sense of urgency about the owl, and she quickly gave it a treat before it flew off. "Another letter from "Nick" ?"

Natty was coming down the stairs with Nellie Oggspire when they saw her. "Yeah," Norah nodded, looking at her name written on the envelope. "Hi Nellie" She said.

"Hey Norah!" Nellie waved. "I heard you're taking part in Summoner's Court again this year."

She eyed her friend, who tried to avert her gaze, then laughed. "Yes, unfortunately. I would gladly relinquish my title as Summoner's Court champion but Natty here doesn't want me going easy on the boy who could be her summoner."

Natty side-eyed her, while the two of them laughed. "The whole school's been on about who could be your summoner, Norah," Nellie pointed out. "I heard there are bets being placed, but if you ask me, they might be wrong."

"Bets? They're taking bets? Who do they think it is anyway?" Norah was curious. It was a way to narrow down her suspicions as to who it was.

Her question made the two Gryffindor girls grin. "Well, one of them is betting on Garreth, which isn't surprising since they always mention your escapade in Hogsmeade for him," Nellie explained, raising a brow. "They're also betting on Prewett, since the two of you studied together in the Astronomy wing too."

Norah chuckled. "That was only one time with Garreth, and I actually get a lot of homework done whenever I have the chance to study with Leander," She shrugged. "Did they bet on others?"

They nodded. "Well, look no further for the other two," Nellie said.

"No further? You mean-?" Norah stared at them.

"Yeah, Sebastian and Ominis." Natty said. "I heard the fifth years saying that the two of them seem to be the most likely ones, since you spend time with them the most."

Interesting, she thought. "Anyone else?" Norah asked.

"Well," Nellie and Natty exchanged looks. "Someone's apparently betting that it's Amit even," Nellie said.

Norah looked at them incredulously. "But how can he be the summoner when his own name was taken down?" She said.

"That's what I was wondering too," Natty chuckled. "But Amit seems unlikely. He doesn't flirt with you, he's just a really nice guy."

"Yeah," She agreed. "Well, at least that kind of narrowed it down, I guess. He did say I'll know who he is by the week's end," She held up the other note.

"Good for him. Quite brave of him to ask the Hogwarts hero, I must say," Nellie teased, and Norah shook her head. "Face it, Lee. All the boys would want you to be their date to the Yule Ball, even more so at the common room parties. Everyone will be anticipating who that will be."

"I don't know, after my embarrassing reaction during Defense Against the Dark Arts, I might have put off a lot of them," Norah looked around, catching the gaze of some fifth-years who immediately averted their stares and kept walking.

"That's not true, don't say that," Natty frowned, as did Nellie. "You reacted like everybody else probably would. That is nothing to be embarrassed about. It was a boggart after all."

Norah bid them goodbye, telling Natty that she'll go ahead to Hogsmeade after class to grab a butterbeer before their next astronomy table hunt. She was determined to shake off what happened to her in class. When she arrived at the entrance of the Room of Requirement and stepped inside once the door opened.

Deek had appeared at the same time, tidying up the entrances of the vivariums. He stood up when he saw Norah come in. "The thestral and unicorn offsprings have grown up now, Miss," He said.

"Do you think it might be time to release them?" Norah asked, slipping on dragonhide gloves to carefully harvest some of the mandrakes and chomping cabbages. "Do you think you can summon some food from the kitchens?"

Deek smiled and with a snap of his fingers, they heard a table of food emerged in the other room. "Anything else?" He asked.

When Norah took off the gloves, she shook her head. "Come and eat with me. You've been keeping an eye on everything whenever I'm not here, you need a break too."

"Oh, Deek has already eaten," The house elf replied with a smile. "But I can call your friends to come in and join you if you'd like?"

She shook her head, realizing there was no use trying to convince him otherwise. "How is his Lordship?"

"Doing very well," Deek said. "He's very happy being surrounded by company."

Norah looked up at the vivarium where the graphorn was housed. It made her think of the boys Natty and Nellie mentioned. Sebastian and Ominis were likely in the Undercroft or back in the common room. As for Garreth and Leander, she didn't know much about where they might be other than the Great Hall.

"I'll be right back. I might have to drag a certain Ravenclaw boy from his telescope to eat something," She said, almost sprinting out of the room and up the spiral staircase. Norah skidded to a halt when she saw Amit, busy peering through his telescope while taking notes for his star charts. "Thakkar!" She called out to him.

"Why the last name all of a sudden?" Amit was quick to retort, getting up from the floor. "Are you okay? I heard about what happened in Hecat's class."

She nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. I've got a spread in the room and I can't finish all of the food. Take a break from the stargazing during the day and have a meal," She suggested.

Amit nodded a little embarrassed with Norah's remark about stargazing during the day. "Alright, let's go. We'll be going for another astronomy table hunt, right? Further into the Forbidden Forest," He said, quickly putting his things together to follow her down to the room. "Do you mind if I brew some of the potions in the room?"

They returned to the room, where Deek seemed to be standing by and waiting for them. "Hello, Deek!" The Ravenclaw was quick to greet, before they went down the little staircase to where the spread was laid out. "House elves always tend to outdo themselves."

They sat down and immediately helped themselves to the nearest servings of food on the table. Norah chuckled, remembering what she told Natty and Poppy the other day. She was glad that Amit became her friend. Even after the ordeal at the mine, they remained friends and became even better friends by the end of fifth year and to this day. She always appreciated his love for astronomy and ambition to write a memoir and even an account of what she went through.

It was probably because of his focus on astronomy and even learning gobbledegook that Amit had a calming presence in their little group. His head was in the clouds, while the rest of them were stuck with the chaos that took place everyday on the ground.

"Got any idea of who summoned you?" Norah thought to tease, curious as to how he had been doing since Ronen started the assignment. "Natty and Poppy already know who took their names."

Amit nearly dropped his fork and knife, flustered with her question. "I have no idea what you mean, Norah Lee," was all he could say.

She raised a brow. "You're not terrible at charms either. In fact, you're rather good at Charms, so you were either summoned or you did the summoning, hmm?"

Amit shook his head. "A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell."

She laughed. "Did you kiss your summoner?! Amit! Bloody hell!"

Her question made the Ravenclaw laugh as well. "No, I did not, but if you really want to know, it was Samantha who summoned me. She told me not long after Ronen announced the assignment," He admitted.

"Well she is good at Summoner's Court after all," Norah agreed. "She seems to really like you, though. Just as much as we do."

"She does," He said quietly, pausing to take a sip of pumpkin juice. "Who has summoned the Hogwarts hero, then?"

"No idea, really," She shook her head. "I only found out that my name was summoned after Sebastian told me. After I told them I haven't had a go at the board. I've been getting letters from a boy who calls himself "Nick" with riddles," She took out the note she had already opened. "The answer to this is a bat."

"A bat? Hmm," Amit hummed in thought. Even he was aware that there were bets being placed on who took Norah's name from Ronen's board.

Norah suddenly took out the new envelope that she received before coming to the room. As if like last time, there were confetti hearts that spilled out on her place setting. Taking out the green card, she saw the silver ink that had the all-too-familiar message.

To Norah Lee,

It was you, It was me, It was the silence underneath the stars That understand my heartbeat and its racing. You told me nothing, I believed everything, In that moment I found life In that moment I found you.

It would be an honor to have a moment of your time, To see your eyes maybe looking into mine. They come out at night without being seen, And are lost in the day without being stolen. Answer this riddle to get to me, Whisper this in a close friend's ear.

You will know if you are right, Wait for my note tomorow night.

Your Nick

"This note is a long one," Norah said quietly, reading it again when she had a second serving of chicken. "But he's quite a poet, it seems. Now I'm even more curious as to who this 'Nick' is after sending me all these notes with riddles and poems."

Amit looked intrigued. "Nick and Norah, I shall look forward to seeing the two of you together." He said, grinning as he finished his meal.

"That's not even his real name, at least I think it isn't," She said. Amit shrugged. "Nicholas Carrow is a fifth year. He's the only Nicholas I know in this school, well, aside from Nearly Headless Nick."

The mention of the ghost made the two of them laugh out loud. "Then I must admit, Nearly Headless Nick knows a good one when he sees them," Amit teased.

Norah read the note again, staring at the riddle portion. "Stars. The riddle is stars," She said. "At least I think the answer is stars," She showed him the note.

Amit took a quick glance and nodded. "Indeed it is. Are you sure you're not really a Ravenclaw?" He teased.

"Despite blue being my favorite color, I'm afraid not," She shook her head, putting the note down to finish her plate of food.

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