#rodolphus lestrange x fem!reader

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A Love That Lasts - Bellatrix Lestrange x fem!reader

A love that lasts – Bellatrix Lestrange

pairing: Bellatrix Lestrange x fem!reader

Summary: Your secret partner, Bellatrix Lestrange dies in the final battle. Knowing you cannot interfere with the destiny of either Harry Potter or The Dark Lord, you decide to avenge her with killing someone else...

warnings: mention of torture, death, mention of emotional abuse and i think that’s it

a/n this is the firs piece i wrote so no hate pls. send in requests if u want

It had been quite a while since the final Battle at Hogwarts and you were happy that you won. You really were but there was one thing that, when you thought back to that day, made you sadder than anything in your life ever did. Losing her.

Losing her was the worst thing that ever happened to you and you had been through a lot. The Dark Lord had tortured you and he had tried everything to get to Harry. You weren’t particularly a friend of Harry but you knew better than to tell him where the boy was. You knew the future written wouldn’t be happening if you were to spill. And when he decided you weren’t worth any more of his precious time, he sent her. Bellatrix Lestrange. Sister to Narcissa Malfoy. Wife of Rudolphus Lestrange.

She was intimidating. Even more than the Dark Lord himself. But you kept your mouth shut about that towards him. Around her on the other side, you did not even bother to put a filter to your mouth. “Have you ever considered taking revenge on him?” Was the first words you spoke to her after she had circled you for solid ten minutes. “Who?” The raven-haired woman asked.

“The Dark Lord. We both know that if you were the one holding the reins, we’d be in a much different situation right now.” You spoke, avoiding to look her in the eyes. Even though you thought of her as intimidating, it did not mean you couldn’t see the pain behind her eyes. The facade she kept up. The fake smile, her voice. You could read her like an open book.

“And what do you think this situation would look like? - If I were to be The Dark Lord?” She asked clearly interested in your thought process as she stepped closer towards you.

You were put up against a pillar made out of cold stone. The fabric of your clothes already full of holes due to your back rubbing against the pillar when he tortured you.

You smirked. “You tell me.” You offered, cocking an eyebrow at her in an attempt to make her think of how powerful she could be if she wanted.

“Hmm. Let’s see. How about a throne? A big throne. Everyone would fear me. I’d reign over every which and wizard there is. Only one would be the one to reign over me.” Bellatrix brainstormed while playing with her curls. “And who would that be? Rodolphus?” You inquired, blowing a strand of hair out of your face.

“Merlin, no! No man shall ever! And clearly not Rodolphus! I’m thinking more of a queen on my side, next to me on the throne.” Hell, she did not seem to like her husband. “Why not Rodolpus?” You pushed further.

“Because.” She hissed. “He isn’t worthy. He never was and he never will be. It was all arranged from the beginning. Mother wanted me to marry wealthy and now see where this has gotten us.”

That day was somehow the best of your life, looking back at it. That day was the day you met her. The woman who turned out to be the love of your life. But it wasn’t as easy as it sounds. You were still against The Dark Lord and she was convinced she must help him. You tried and tried. You tried to turn her and she tried to turn you. It was an up and down and down and up. But in the end, everything stayed as it was.

There were times when you weren’t fighting. Those were your favorite. Times when in winter, you would secretly meet up and spend a weekend together, doing things that every regular couple did. It was your favorite thing when the two of you were being domestic. When you would sit at the fireplace of a small house in the forest, cuddled up and reading a book to the other. You would cook together and have snowball fights. It was all so perfect. And then it all started.

The final Battle: Dumbledore’s Army against the Army of The Dark Lord. Good versus Evil. Bellatrix had always been a confident woman. She would always run into the fire rather than away from it so she threw herself right into a fight with Molly. You were only a few meters away, fighting one of the other Deatheaters but it was the wrong time. If you were in front of her instead of Molly, you might have been able to give it all a last try. To try to convince her that she didn’t have to do all this. She didn’t have to help Him. But it was no use. You saw how Molly was stronger than her and you threw a last spell at the Deatheater in front of you, knocking them out.

Then you ran over to Bellatrix. “Bella! You don’t have to do this!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, trying to make her hear your voice over the sound of all the other people crying out in pain or yelling at their opponent.

The witch’s eyes met yours. “I will always love you, Y/n. I’m with you!” She shouted back and that was it. Molly’s spell hit her and suddenly she was gone. Not even her body was left. You sank to your knees. Molly was already fighting the next Deatheater coming her way and didn’t notice you falling to your knees, hands covering your face as you gave in in the fight against your emotions.

That was it. You were going to kill someone who had something to say. Knowing that Severus was already dead, you thought of the next best person on the other side. You knew that The Dark Lord was meant to be killed by The Boy Who Lived, and you couldn’t interfere with his great destiny. So the Deatheater of your choice was: Lucius. You never liked him. He was a false snake, always threatening people in order to get his son to be successful.

You knew better than anyone that Draco could get what he wanted just well without his father’s help. And that he wasn’t always this cold, arrogant boy. Like Bellatrix, he had put up a facade in order to fit into the role the Malfoy’s wanted him to play. They treated him like a puppet. Maybe even like a dog or a house-elf. You also knew that if Lucius were to die, Draco would finally be able to live without the pressure provided by his family. As Narcissa was Bellatrix’s sister, you knew very well that she was forced to marry Lucius just as the raven-haired beauty you had called the love of your life had been forced to marry Rodolphus Lestrange. Simply for the reason to marry wealthy and keep the bloodline clean.

You stormed your way out of the castle, knowing you would find Lucius outside with some other of the most loyal Deatheaters. You were also more than sure that Rodolphus would also be there. You had never seen him in your life. Not even on pictures. Not that you would have wanted to see the face of the man that was married to the love of your life.

You stepped through the large wooden doors onto the court. “Lucius Malfoy!” You yelled and suddenly all the eyes were on you. The tall man turned around, his cold eyes locking onto yours, his expression just as cold as his eyes.

“The destiny of The Dark Lord might be written, but yours, Lucius Malfoy, is not. You are going to pay for everything you did. To your son, your wife. To everyone you ever hurt in any way!” You shouted, walking up closer to the man.

Another man with darker hair tried to step in front of Lucius. “No, Rodolphus. This is not your fight. This is all mine.” He ordered the man to step back. So that was Rodolphus. Perfect. The man you were going to kill and the husband of the love of your life.

Lucius stepped forward. “How dare you say that I am hurting anyone I love! I am protecting them from people like you. Mudblood!” He hissed.

“Because I know that you do. I have seen with my own eyes how much pressure you put on your son. How your wife cries herself to sleep when you are on yet another mission. Lucius, you are so focused on helping The Dark Lord that you have completely forgotten about what it takes to be a father. To be a husband.” You explained to him. To the average eye, it might have looked like you were about to convince him to be a better human, but your plans were carved in stone. You were going to kill him. And if it was the last thing you did. At least you would be reunited with her again.

Lucius raised his wand. “Don’t you dare say another word, Mudblood! Confringo!” The spell left his lips but you were quick to fight it off. “Oh, Lucius. My parents may have been ordinary people. But they were better parents than you could ever be! Locomotoer Mortis!” The spell rushed towards Lucius faster than he would have imagined it and it hit him straight in the stomach, suddenly his legs were frozen and he struggled to stand upright. Though with the stick up his ass you would have imagined it would be easy for him to stand straight.

You walked closer to the taller and much older man. He raised his wand carefully as you walked over, trying not to fall in the process and he shot another spell towards you, which you dodged with ease. The recoil of the spell made the blonde man lose his balance and eventually fall to the ground. The man you had learned was Rodolphus was tempted to step between you, but he didn’t. He knew he would be in trouble if he did.

You stepped closer and closer until you were above Lucius. Then you kicked his hand with your foot, making his wand fall from his hand. The foot that kicked the wand away was now placed onto the man’s chest. It was slightly moving up and down due to the heavy breathing on Lucius’ side. “Lucius, you have failed your boy. And you have failed your wife. Your family and now you are going to pay for it. Avada Kedavra!” You whispered the spell and all the life left the man’s body. Gasps from every side.

“She’s dead, Rodolphus.” You said as you lifted your food from the dead man’s body. The dark-haired man looked at you with a questioning face. You huffed. “Of course. You don’t care. You never did. She was your wife, Rodolphus! You are the reason she is dead. You made her become a Deatheater. You are the reason she is dead! You are the reason That I lost the Love of my Life. All that I wanted was a Love that lasts. If you hadn’t made her what she was, we would have been happy. If it wasn’t for you, she’d still be alive! You had absolutely no fucking right, to make her join the dark side. Maybe if you didn’t this all would have never happened!” You exclaimed, pure anger in your voice. Everyone was shocked. Either about how you had just killed one of the most loyal Deatheaters or how you had just accused Rodolphus Lestrange of the murder of his wife.

Tears were streaming down your face. But you kept your composure. You were not going to be vulnerable in front of them, no. Not even after what happened. You turned around and walked away.

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[masivechaos]

I CAN'T LOSE YOU

regulus black x  lestrange! fem! reader

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Synopsis: Regulus is lost after his brother ran away, he doesn't know what to do about his future. You're there for him and yet he worries you'll go away.

Warning/content: hurt/comfort i guess, crying, kissing, regulus needs a hug, talks about deatheaters/war/death, swearing, my english

a.n.: 1.4 words- reader is a lestrange so she has Rodolphus and Rabastan as her brother and Pandora at her sister (Pandora is here headcanoned at a lestrange it was never canon, i spent hours observing family trees to understand this oops). i feel like all my reggie fics are the same but i try to make it a lil different but er idk honestly. as always i don't know what to think about this.

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“I can’t believe he left,” Walburga Black said with a groan. You ignored the harsh tone of her voice and stared down at your plate before lifting your head when you heard the sound of a fork being dropped.

Your eyes met Regulus’. He looked at you, trying his best to keep a blank face, he didn’t want to catch the attention of both of your families. 

He failed.

“You have something to share, Regulus?” you winced at the comment your father made. Dinners with families like yours were always tense and it wasn’t the first time your and Regulus’ families were gathering, you were basically raised together, but today was special. It was the first dinner without Sirius.

Regulus was more affected by the sudden absence of his brother than he wanted to be. You knew it, you felt it. You had a sort of special bond with Regulus, you never needed words to understand each other. And tonight, a glance from across the table was enough for you to feel the weight of his pain.

Regulus took a long breath “No,” he finally said. Orion Black lifted an eyebrow, sharing a look with his wife. You offered Regulus a soft smile, gently touching your foot with his under the table. The boy tried his best to mirror your expression but it was hard for him to fake contentment.

“Are you sure?” One of your brothers, Rodolphus, said and you could hear his smug face as he talked. You shot him a glare but your sister Pandora stopped you from speaking.

You were close to Pandora, both of you being spared from the ideology of the Lestrange but your two brothers embraced the family’s tradition. Rodolphus's marriage with Bellatrix was saying everything about his mindset.

“Yes,” Regulus answered calmly and you gave him an encouraging nod. 

Regulus was in a daily conflict between running away or following his parents. It was thanks to you that he never became the copy of his father, you were there to bring him back to reality when the sweet talks of his mother were influencing him. If you ask him about all this he would say you saved him.

Sirius being gone made him realise how the presence of his brother was what made him want to stay. But now that he wasn’t there anymore, why would he stay?

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The dinner continued in this weird atmosphere, Regulus left as soon as possible and you joined him. You knocked “Reggie?” before slowly opening his door.

The boy was sitting on his bed, a smile finding his lips when he saw you. Slowly, you made your way next to him “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know,” he whispered, resting his head on your shoulder and closing his eyes. You enclosed him with your arms, giving him the warmth he needed. “How could he leave me?” A tear fell from his wet eyelashes to his cheeks, running down his face, his lips tasted salt.

You smoothed the green sweater he had just put on and gently kissed his temple. You wanted to give him an answer but you had none, you didn’t know how Sirius could leave him. And actually, it was okay that you couldn’t answer him because you were by his side, and it was what mattered to him.

He felt the strength you were giving him, the comfort, the love you gave him. And as even more tears fell, he snuggled closer to you. “Thank you for being here,” he cried before lifting his head, his face dangerously close to yours.

You watched his deep grey eyes as they studied your face and then flew not so subtly to your mouth. In an almost instinctively way, you leaned in, your lips brushing his.

“Y/n” you jumped, moving away from Regulus at the sound of your sister’s voice.

You cleared your throat “Yes?”

“We have to go”

You reluctantly made your way to the door after kissing Regulus’ forehead and saw the way Pandora was looking at him, she knew. You wanted to stay with him, hug his fears away but you couldn’t.

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“The start of a new year,” you said, letting yourself fall on the leather sofa of the Slytherin common room. Next to you, Regulus didn’t react, staring into space absently. “Is everything okay?” you asked quietly, resting a reassuring hand on his thigh.

He turned his head, looked at you but kept this empty look. You heard a small laugh coming from in front of you “You fell in love baby Black?” Barty said.

Regulus stiffened. Anyone would think he had this reaction because he was embarrassed to get his crush on you exposed but you knew the truth, of course you did. 

It’s the nickname that made him uncomfortable. It reminded him of Sirius. Sirius who avoided any eye contact with him in the great hall earlier as if he didn’t exist. It hurt.

Regulus couldn’t stay, he couldn’t cry in front of all his friends. He got up, rushing to his dorm while ignoring the interrogations of his friends left behind him.

Without thinking, you followed him, refusing to leave him alone with his thoughts. “Regulus!” you grabbed his hand when he arrived in his room, closing the door behind you. You hugged him at tightly as possible, murmuring anything and everything to try to make him feel better. “It’s alright,” you whispered, “you’re alright.” You kissed his hair, “we’re alright.”

“I’m so scared,” he said, letting it go, breaking down in the warmth of your embrace.

“It’s okay,” you smiled.

“You’re too nice for me. Too nice to be a Lestrange. Too nice to be a part of these fucked up families,” he let out an ironic laugh before the tears started again “I- I don’t want you to go away. I lost Sirius, I can’t lose you.” His fingers were grasping at your shirt, afraid you might disappear if he let you go.

“Hey, hey…” you cooed, your hands cupping his tear-strained cheeks, gently stroking his skin “Why would I go away?”

“Because… the deatheaters! And the war! And- and…” he let out a sigh “I just can’t lose you…”

Delicately, you tucked a strand of hair behind “Why would you lose me?”

“Because of who I am! What if- what if I end up being a deatheater and I have to fight by the Dark Lord’s side?” Regulus started to panic at the idea of innocents dying because of him.

“I don’t care about all of this Regulus…” you kissed his forehead, thumbing his tears away “I love you, okay? I love you no matter what happens. We’ll find a way of figuring all this out”

You and Regulus weren’t a couple but your feelings for each other were obvious, it wasn’t the first I love you that spilt out.

Regulus sniffled “I don’t know… I ignore what I’m capable of.”

You decided to take the problem from the root “Why would you join the deatheaters? No- no I’m not judging! Have you seen my brothers? So yeah, why would this happen?”

Regulus admired your kind-hearted soul before answering “Because I don’t know myself anymore. I was easy to convince, the first to believe muggles didn’t deserve anything. And then…” his face softened “then one night, you came into my dorm in third year and told me about this muggleborn friend you just made and all the interesting things from her world and I started to realise how wrong I was… With you, I realised hate wasn’t an option….

But I’m still myself, my childhood self. I feel like as much I try to change I can’t, I’m still the coward I was back then. I thought the Dark Lord wanted to give us the place we lost because of the muggles but I never understood the massacre it will lead to. I don’t want to kill people but- but I feel like I have more chances to survive by his side. And at the same time, if you don’t follow me, I don’t see the point in staying alive.”

You let Regulus talk and you felt like some things were more for himself than for you and you felt your stomach twisting, you were the reason he wanted to stay alive. “I don’t want to be a deatheater, Regulus” you hoped it was enough to convince him not to go on the dark side. You didn’t want to decide on his life, you wanted him to be happy but there was no way he could be happy if he followed his family.

Regulus looked into your eyes, deciding on what was going to happen later. Without a word, he captured your lips into a kiss, letting you know his decision. There will be no snake inked on his skin, no war by Voldemort’s side, no sad ending. There were still some things to figure out but it wasn’t what mattered, you had two years before the end of Hogwarts.

Because this time again, it was just you and Regulus. Simple touches telling way more than words, kisses tracing your story together.

Because this time again, it was just you and Regulus. Whoever wants to catch you can try, but together, you’re invincible.

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Until The End (Charlie Weasley x Fem Reader) Oneshot

Words: 2.5K Warning: Mentions of Characters' death, injury, and loss. Also On: Quotev, AO3 and Wattpad Note: Originally written around 2011/12 - Edited 2022

The Battle of Hogwarts was raging on around (Y/N). The once great castle she had called home during her teenage years resembled the ruins the outside muggle world saw it to be on a daily basis. The collapsed areas brought a tear to her eye as she remembered her mischievous antics from when she was a student attending the school, how she used her ability as a Metamorphmagi to impersonate professors and ghosts alike, often ending in detention. Even how, in her final year, she had stood by your best friends and helped them rebel against Umbridge, letting her patrons loose in several areas, scaring most who come into contact with it.

(Y/N) was a brave Gryffindor student and a member of the D.A. (Y/N) Black, the daughter of Sirius Black and his school sweetheart, although she had been raised by Remus after her mother had been killed in the First Wizarding War and her father had been sent to Azkaban for a crime he was innocent of. During the battle, she was stationed in one of the many corridors near the moving staircase; (Y/N) could see Fred and Percy nearby, much as she could hear Fred joking about something. George was also close by at the end of the corridor, although he occasionally disappeared when he had the upper hand on whichever Death Eater he fought against. (Y/N) knew others were around somewhere as well, yet unfortunately, she didn’t have time to scan the area as she had her hands full with another Death Eater. (Y/N) knew he was one of the many to escape Azkaban during the two mass breakouts, much like she knew he was a loyal follower of Voldemort. Rodolphus Lestrange.

“I haven’t heard you joke since …..” was the last thing (Y/N) heard before she was forcefully thrown off her feet towards Rodolphus, who seemed just as shocked about the sudden explosion and rubble as she was. Nonetheless, he instantly got to his feet and ran from the scene. Leaving (Y/N) lying on the floor, she expected he would come back eventually, or at least another Death Eater would see her and take their chance to eliminate another who opposed their master. Through her lack of hearing, (Y/N) could about hear someone shouting for another to wake up, yet she couldn't distinguish who it was she could hear, much like (Y/N) couldn’t see much through her blurry vision. The moment she attempted to sit up, (Y/N) felt excruciating, almost torturous pain in her right shoulder. Making attempts to blink away the blurriness so she could get a better look at what was causing such pain, but it did little to help. Soon enough, her hair had changed from its natural (H/C) to the light lavender color to symbolize being hurt or in pain.

“(Y/N),” came the familiar voice of Percy, as hands wrapped themselves around (Y/N)'s midsection as he attempted to pull her to safety. “I’m gonna get the shards from your shoulder, but it's gonna hurt,” calmly spoke the third Weasley brother, (Y/N), who had almost forgotten what he sounded like when he was caring; his cold and Ministry-loving way had almost completely overshadowed it. Just as he said, (Y/N) felt the pain ripple and rip through her shoulder, arm, and neck. She felt as if her veins were on fire as dizziness returned once more. However, her vision began to return a little bit. (Y/N) couldn’t find the will to form words, instead opting to nod in thanks. She didn’t dare look at the wound she had sustained, suspecting her arm would be mangled if the pain was anything to go by. “Look after Fred for me; I’m going after Rookwood, the one who blew out the wall,” added Percy before running off down the hall. (Y/N) watched him go, unable to ask him where the others both cared for were. The only comfort was knowing she wasn't alone; she had Fred, unaware he had been killed in the explosion.

(Y/N) must have been huddled behind the armor for what seemed like hours. The shouts of spells being cast echoed around the corridor, despite that (Y/N) was able to summon the strength needed to move and help those fighting to defend the castle. She wasn’t able to summon the words to cast the spell; all she could do was sit there with Fred, in pain and hope no Death Eater found them to finish off the job they had been so close to succeeding in. (Y/N) soon lent against Fred, almost finding his green jacket interesting as they waited, the fear taking root and grew with every fast-paced and often thunderous footsteps come down the stone corridor.

“I do not wish this. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a terrible waste. I, therefore, command my forces to retreat. In their absence, dispose of your dead with dignity. Harry Potter. I now speak directly to you. On this night you have allowed your friends to die for you, there is no greater dishonour. Join me in the Forbidden Forest and confront your fate. If you do not do this, I shall kill every last man, woman, and child who tries to conceal you from me.” The words echoed around the ruined castle and the grounds, yet this time, there would be no girls screaming out in terror. Instead, there was only silence for what felt like hours. (Y/N) didn’t hear a soul speak a word or even footsteps to indicate someone else was around. Soon enough, the peacefulness was interrupted by familiar voices. One brought happiness to (Y/N) even.

“Percy said they were hidden behind a suit of armor,” uttered Charlie, his voice filled with concern about what he might find. From Percy’s warning, he knew Fred was already gone, and his love was seriously, perhaps even fatally injured; he hoped he was in time to save her even when he knew the pain it would cause if he weren’t. “(Y/N),” spoke the red-haired dragon tamer she'd called your own for so many years. He had spotted her boots and quickly began to struggle to move the armor. Thankfully, Oliver Wood lent a helping hand. The pair of them and Neville stood there for a few seconds before Charlie regained his senses and leaned down to (Y/N), examining the injury to her shoulder and observing the blood pooling around her, his heart already broken to see his younger brother deathly still, cold and with the last smile from his unfinished joke still etched upon his lips. He couldn’t lose you, too; his already broken heart would be shattered beyond repair if (Y/N) left him, much like George would truly be lost if she were to die.

“It's cold,” (Y/N) uttered, looking up to the second son of Molly and Arthur, no longer having feeling in her likely mangled right arm or anywhere around her shoulder; all of it had gone numb at some time ago, although she couldn’t say when. Charlie soon leaned (Y/N) against the wall, blocking her view of Neville and Oliver as they took Fred’s body away, ever more so upon realizing she was none the wise of his fate. Instead, the dragon tamer took his jacket off, gently placing it around her, watching as she snuggled into the warmth it offered. Appearing completely oblivious as to where she was or the concern etched on his features. “Ow!” (Y/N) yelled when Charlie attempted to pull her to her feet; having assessed her injuries, he knew it was far worse than Percy had originally thought.

“Come on (Y/N). Let's get you to the great hall. See if one of the healers can spare a few minutes,” softly spoke Charlie as if he hoped the words to escape his lips would soothe both his growing concerns and looming fears. His memory soon took him for a trip through past events, how the pair had eloped shortly after going into hiding, the dance they shared at Bill and Fleur’s wedding where he had asked you to marry him, even the Quidditch World Cup a few years prior where he had first professed his love for (Y/N) and the Yule Ball that Christmas serving as a lot of firsts, including first dance and kiss. The whimpers of pain to escape (Y/N) brought him more concern, much like he was beginning to hate the rule that no apparition could happen on school grounds. “The others would be happy to see you. George needs you,” whispered the taller redhead as he attempted to get (Y/N) to the Great Hall with as little pain as possible, eventually opting to carry her there to prevent further pain.

Upon walking through the golden doors, Charlie placed (Y/N) back on her own two feet, quickly noticing her lack of balance and how pale she'd gone in the minutes it had taken to get to the hall. Just by looking, anyone could tell (Y/N) had been through hell and back. Her ever-changing hair stuck to your face, as had the dust and dirt from the explosion, and a few scratches scattered her beautiful features, most notably beneath her left eye. Her focus, however, was on those who had been killed during the battle so far, seeing Collin Creevy and Lavender Brown amongst the dead, yet nothing hurt more than seeing Tonks and Remus next to each other, holding hands as they lay motionless on stretchers. Soon enough, her attention was drawn to the rest of the Weasley Clan, Bill, and Fleur looking down in sorrow; Arthur stood nearby with Percy, who at least looked relieved to see you and Charlie. Ginny stood behind Molly, who was leaning on the floor, stroking the hair of one of her twin sons, your heart sinking upon seeing George in tears at the feet of his twin. However, his attention was soon diverted to (Y/N) when Percy pointed in the general direction. Ron was nowhere to be seen, which only caused worry about his whereabouts and well-being.

“I was with him,” whispered (Y/N); Charlie could only look down, knowing she had been unaware she'd essentially been protecting Fred’s body the entire time they were hidden behind the suit of armor. “When did this happen?” she asked as her heart began to break as she tried so hard rack her memory for the answer. George slowly made his way over while Charlie went to get a healer, hoping for the best as he did so. “I was with Fred; when did this happen?” (Y/N) questioned, her hair going light blue to suggest she was upset, hints of the lavender still in there from the pain constantly tormenting her. George could see the obvious confusion, thankful Percy had told him, yet it still broke his heart further to see some he loved in such a way,.

“The wall explosion,” whispered George in response, not daring to speak any louder, knowing if he did, the pain would only grow and strengthen. “He was killed instantly by the rumble,” added the younger of the Weasley twins, watching as it dawned on (Y/N) she had been stowed away with the body of one of her closest friends, his protector against any further harm. “Percy didn’t want to tell you after he saw the injury you had sustained,” finished George as he caught (Y/N) when her knees gave out, the tears staining her dusty cheeks. George was well aware there was little anyone could do to help outside of being there. Just seconds later, Charlie reappeared, sadness in his eyes as he looked upon the one he called wife, knowing there was so much left to do together. There was so much he still wanted to do with her. He still had all the I love you's left to spend on her and his dragons. George quickly realized what the sadness meant and could only look to (Y/N) with a new sense of brokenness, especially when Charlie shook his head to confirm his suspicions. 

“All we can do is make her comfortable,” whispered the elder Weasley as he once again picked (Y/N) up, holding her bridal style. Despite everything, hearing her sweet echoing giggle somehow gave him and George the false hope they needed to believe she would be okay, that she would survive. The same innocent laugh they knew would haunt them for the rest of their lives. The dragon tamer soon sat on the benches to the side of the hall near his family; (Y/N) was resting in his lap with her head against his muscular chest, his arms wrapped around her with one of her hands securely in his, George hugged Ron when he entered the hall. Not daring to speak about what the pain he knew was to come. Bill soon left Fleur’s side to join the pair of you. You were his family, too, the reason his younger brother broke his own vow of never marrying, the reason he spoke of something else other than his dragons.

“When this is over, can we all be a happy family again?” (Y/N) asked with a dazed look in her glazed eyes, not even noticing Hermione appear with concern. All either brother could do was shake their heads to give her the silent answer to her equally wordless question. “The laughter, mischief, love. The never-ending pranks. No war or threat to everything we know and love,” whispered (Y/N). Charlie could only press a soft kiss to the top of her head, his only wish that she would stay with him, yet he knew it wasn’t to be. So, he pulled out his wand, knowing what he was going to do was likely to be his last show of love and affection for his beloved wife.

“Expecto Patronum,” chanted Charlie as he swished his wand, showing his Patronus had changed to match her own. There were tears in his eyes as he saw her smile upon seeing the silvery dragon fly above before disappearing. “It will always be for you (Y/N) until the end,” added the heartbroken Weasley, confessing he wouldn’t love another as he had allowed himself to love her. There wouldn’t be anyone who could ever replace her as his love or soul mate. “Goodbye (Y/N), I know your love will guide us,” cried Charlie as he watched her tangled hair turn from the blue, it had been back to its natural black color for the last time; her body had already limp in his arms. All he could do was refuse to let her go, just holding her in a tight grip, knowing there was nothing he could do to bring his (Y/N) back. “I’ll see you again,” whimpered Charlie as Bill placed a comforting arm around his shoulder, tears of his own staining his cheeks. The toll of the war had come at a heavy price for the Weasley clan; all they could do was hope (Y/N) and Fred’s deaths weren’t in vain, just as he hoped none of those who defended the castle died for nothing.

With Voldermort’s death came the end of the war. The Weasleys huddle together, yet Charlie soon looked around him when he could have sworn he heard your soft voice. “I love you, Charlie, forever.”

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A Selfish Trauma

Request: Severus x Y/N both are messed up with guilt and trauma but they help each other hurt/comfort.

Requested by: Anon

Genre: ANGST

Synopsis: (Y/n) experiences an extreme trauma

Pairings: Severus Snape x Fem Reader, Lily x James, Frank x Alice Longbottom. 

Warnings: Greif, Angst, Torture, Mental Health Triggers!

When the Death eaters had swarmed the Longbottom’s house, (Y/n) was inside. Severus had no knowledge of their friendship, and had no idea of her plans to visit on that cold, February, night. 

Only a few months after Voldemort’s death, four death eaters burst through the door and took the small family by surprise. Neville was sitting atop (Y/n)’s lap and Frank had just given a hearty laugh, holding Alice’s hand and pulling her close. 

Barty Crouch Jr. was the first to point his wand at the two aurors, casting a body bind curse upon Frank. (Y/n) stood, holding the baby to her chest. Casting a quiet silencing charm upon Neville. 

Rodolphus Lestrange had pointed his wand at (Y/n) as she clutched the baby to herself. “And who would you be, sweetling?” He asked venom dripping in his voice.

(Y/n) cast a glance down at her plain grey robes and held the baby tighter. “I’m the help.” She squealed out, her voice high and terrified.

Bellatrix let out a laugh so piercing that (Y/n) found her ears ringing when a wand was pressed into her collar bone. “What’s your blood status girl?” She said, as (Y/n) looked over the dark witch’s shoulder at the Longbottoms.

“I’m half blood.” She answered honestly, fear leaching into her words.

The first yell of Crucio filled (Y/n)’s ears, expecting to feel the shuddering pain of the curse. Only, it never came, and she heard no scream. Opening her eyes she saw both Alice and Frank in body bind curses being plummeted with red torture spells.

Bellatrix Lestrange was quick to join in, and soon the Longbottoms were refusing to answer questions about where Voldemort was, as they didn’t know. 

(Y/n) fled down the hall, hearing the horrific noises that Frank and Alice made as they were tortured. She flung open the nursery door when Barty Crouch Jr. grabbed her by the shoulder.

“And where do you think you’re goin’ missy?” He asked, smirking at the young woman and the baby she held. 

“Putting the baby down for a nap,” (Y/n) stuttered out, “he doesn’t need to see this.”

“Crouch!” A voice yelled from down the hall. “We need you to hold the blood traitor scum up!”

“Gimme a minute.” Crouch shouted back before raising his wand to (Y/n)’s head. “Obliviate.”

The memory of all of the faces of the death eaters flew from her mind and, knowing that there were strange people in the house, closed the door on crouch sealing it with a complicated locking charm. Holding Neville tight, she disapperated and appeared on the doorstep to Augusta’s house.

Knocking on the door fiercely. Praying that the elderly woman was in she held Neville close to protect him from the cold. When she opened the door, (Y/n) pushed forward into the house.

“What is going on dear?” Augusta asked, picking Neville out from (Y/n)’s arms, bouncing him softly.

(Y/n) grabbed Augusta’s arms. “There’s four of them!” She exclaimed, shaking Mrs. Longbottom. “There are four death eaters torturing Frank and Alice. I don’t remember who, but there are four of them!”

“We need to get the aurors (Y/n). Go to the ministry, I’ll watch Neville.”

(Y/n) nodded, but did not appear at the Ministry. Instead opting for the Burrow. “Molly! Arthur!!”

The two Weaslys in question came to the door having being woken by the crack of apparition. “(Y/n)! What’s wrong?” Molly asked.

“It’s Alice and Frank! Death Eaters! Torture!” (Y/n) got out between deep breaths. “Don’t know who to trust.”

Arthur immediately grabbed a coat and disapperated to the ministry. 

Molly grabbed a hold of (Y/n)’s arm and pulled her into the warm, crooked, house. “Aurthur will get to Mad-Eye and Kingsly.” She reassured a trembling (Y/n) leading her to the kitchen table. Before turning into Bellatrix Lestrange and lunging at her.

Sitting up in a cold sweat, (Y/n) almost screamed. Seeing Severus sprawled out beside her she drew a deep breath. Bellatrix was in Azkaban and couldn’t hurt her or anyone else ever again.

Severus stirred and sat up looking at, (Y/n) who was shaking. “Love?”

“I saw them, and I didn’t do anything.” (Y/n) said tears spilled down her face. “I could have fought, and I could have helped them.”

“Your priority was protecting the boy.” Severus pulled (Y/n) close and looked down at her. “You are not at fault for how those awful people reacted, and how the Longbottoms are today.”

“Neville is growing up without parents because of me.” (Y/n) said, tears pooling once again.

“And I have a beautiful wife, the boy is alive, Alice and Frank are still alive, because of that decision.” Severus said.

“And they can’t do basic functions anymore, because I was selfish.” (Y/n) sobbed.

Severus wrapped his arms tighter around his wife and held her firmly, grounding her. Selfish? (Y/n)? Please. 

That title belonged to him, because, try as he might, he would never be able to forgive Neville Longbottom for the pain, trauma, and brokenness that befell his wife. For if Neville had never been born, so many lives would have been made better. 

And even though he knew it was selfish, seeing (Y/n), his beautiful, kind, selfless wife in this much pain made him hate the boy, more than he had ever hated the Marauders.

Author’s Note: This one was really sad and dark, but I hope you enjoyed. Please comment, reblog and request! Love you all readers!

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In This Heart Of Mine (Sirius Black x Fem! Reader)

Not proofread 

Sirius's time in Azkaban had been awful. It was something he wouldn't wish on anyone, not even his worst enemies. The Dementors always trying to force him to relive his worse memories, although they failed for various reasons. Namely him focusing on his innocence, for the crime he'd been accused off, and he often spent time in his animagus form. Yet even that didn't stop him from remembering those he had lost during the war, both to death and those whom turned away because of the crime he had supposedly committed. The betrayal of Peter Pettigrew, someone he once mistakenly believed was a friend. 

James and Lilly, both hailed as heroes for their sacrifice that went on to end the war. Friends whom had been murdered for standing against Voldemort and his black clad followers. The Longbottom's had been tortured into insanity, not long after Voldemort's fall. Yet the one to hurt Sirius the most, was the loss of his (Y/N). She'd been taken from him during one of the many battles, all of it had happened so quickly and ripped his heart to shreds. 

Flashback 

It had been the height of the war, 1980. Things had taken a dark turn with members of the order being slaughtered left and right. The Prewett brothers had been murdered, Marlene McKinnon and her entire family had been wiped out by the Death Eaters as had several others. At every scene the dark mark was cast, as if to strike more fear into those whom were already terrified. Distrust also ran riot within the Order, especially when it become clear there was a traitor in their midst, someone feeding Voldemort information, that allowed the onslaught to happen. Long time friends and family distrusting each other, because of suspicion and fear. 

(Y/N) had been sent out on an assignment, Dumbledore had personally sent her on it, with hope valuable information would be found. He'd chosen her for her metamorphic abilities, allowing her to be anyone if she so willed it. Only a few knew of her mission to find information, by infuriating the Death Eater ranks. (Y/N) had been close to Sirius and the Marauders since their school days, always pulling a prank or tripping over something. No one knew of her assignment, until days after she'd been sent, her disappearance noticeable. 

Lily had been the first to speak up over (Y/N)'s disappearance, Sirius admitting he'd noticed but hadn't voice his concerns, due to hoping she'd return sooner or later. Every night he hoped to see her at the dinner table, just as he found himself preying (Y/N) was okay, even when he didn't know the nature of her assignment. Dumbledore had personally answered the question, when Lily had asked, although he'd not told her at dinner, instead inviting her, James, Remus and Sirius his and Alastor Moody's shared office. Moody being the only other to know of (Y/N)'s assignment to find information and if possible the identity of the traitor in their mists. 

Weeks had gone by and no word was heard from (Y/N), letters sent and all form of communication had gone unanswered. The last time (Y/N) had responded to give the information on an impending attack at a muggle park, in the dead of night. It was supposed to be an attack against muggles, to strike far more fear into them, to use them as an example of the cruelty Death Eaters were capable of. So the members of the Order had arrived to prevent it, meeting the black clad Voldemort followers there, they being lead by the twisted Bellatrix of all people, Lucius Malfoy, Rodolphus Lestrange and Evan Roiser all present. In the clutches of Bellatrix was (Y/N), far worse off than before, wandless as Bellatrix held (Y/N) wand as if it were a trophy of triumph. 

"Looks like our mole was right" spoke Lucius, his voice barely above a whisper as he stood next to his deranged sister in law. Her wicked smile spreading as she held on to (Y/N)'s tangled black locks, pulling harshly to force her to look at those, whom she was friends with, whom she fought side by side with on so many occasions before hand. Lucius knew the order Voldemort had given, (Y/N) had refused to give him anything, blocked his attempts to read her mind, even when tortured. Instead she had stood in defiance against him, stayed silence and even attempted to to hide her pain. 

"Avada Kedavra" yelled Bellatrix, her wand pointing at the younger metamorphic witch knelt in front of her. Hearing her cousin Sirius scream out when the flash of green light surrounded (Y/N), Remus had grabbed hold of Sirius before he could run head first into the jaws of doom. Holding his old friend when he screamed out (Y/N)'s name, calling for her to answer as his blue eyes turned glassy. As if by design the death eaters left, it being clear the planned attack and be redesigned into an execution, meant to show the members of the Order, there would be no mercy regardless of their blood. 

Sirius soon broke free, running to the lifeless body of (Y/N), pulling her into his lap. Begging her to wake up and come back to him. Even when he knew she was gone, he still begged her to wake up. Sirius had never told anyone of his love for the metamorphic witch, nor about his desire to marry. He'd been to afraid she'd reject him if he told her, too afraid he'd become everything he feared. He knew for sure his family would banish him for sure, after all (Y/N) was a half blood. Yet still he wanted nothing more than to tell her the truth, for her to wake up and tell him the answer to his wild question and request. 

Despite that Sirius knew it was impossible. His deranged cousin had killed her without even blinking. (Y/N) hadn't even been able to pass on the information she had collected, having been betrayed and captured before she could. She being destined to be another name on the seemingly endless of causalities of the war. 

"Wake up (Y/N), Wake up. I love you. Please wake up" whispered Sirius as Remus sat besides him, a hand on his shoulder. A silent promise being made, he'd write a letter to James and Lily to inform them, the two have since gone into hiding, from the threat of the dark lord. 

End of Flashback 

The night Remus found him in the caves near Hogwarts twelve almost thirteen long years later. He'd given something to the former prisoner of Azkaban. The photo of (Y/N), Sirius had kept on him everyday since leaving school, the photo he'd promised to keep with him ever since he lost her. Deep down Remus knew (Y/N) would have fought for Sirius had she lived, she would have tried her hardest to convince so many of the truth he now knew. She would have fought to prove Sirius's innocence no matter what. 

"In this heart of mine, we've live for a lifetime (Y/N)" whispered Sirius when Remus left, his blue eyes focusing on the ageless (Y/N) pictured, her sweet grin. "Lily and James are with you always. One day I'll see you all again" muttered the Marauder, making a silent vow of revenge against the one whom had betrayed so many. And to protect his god son, the boy with the weight of the world on his shoulders. Harry. 

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