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Healing Heart ✧ Draco x Reader Mini-Series PART 2

PART 1

Summary: PART 2 ! of Draco falling in love with reader during his sixth year (HBP) and dealing with the consequences of opening his heart to someone.

Warnings: angst !!! but just a little fluff as always, BLOOD, violence, more crying, very detailed sectumsempra scene, mentions of death

Words: 4.9K

A/N: omg i can’t believe so many people liked the first one and to everyone who left me a comment, I appreciate you so much you have no idea plsss you guys are so beautiful. but here is part 2 and I hope you guys like it as much as the first oneee !!!!!!!! this one got dramatic. I’m thinking of doing a part 3, but I’m not sure and i also want to make it be mostly fluff so PLS let me knowww <3 i do not own gif.

It was an awful feeling; the feeling of needing a specific someone to bring him a peace he so very much lacked in his life. It was a feeling of not being able to feel joy unless he had you by his side. He felt stupid and pathetic knowing he had made an even bigger mess of himself and regrettably of you. He felt more weak too, wondering to himself why he couldn’t stop crying and do what he needs to do without several potions or you with him to get him through the day.

He didn’t want to need anyone. He didn’t want to need help. He didn’t want to need advice.

“Why can’t I just do this?” he cried to himself one night in the room of requirement, kicking something by his foot across the floor in frustration. He stared at the dead bird in hopelessness, not wanting to move it from its spot in the vanishing cabinet. He had managed to send inanimate objects, but not living things and that was only a discovery he was able to make when you were still in his life.

It had been weeks, since he left you under the tree, broken and in tears. He regressed back into to his old ways of lacking proper self care, of sleeping and eating, his studies being the last thing on his mind, him distancing himself from his Slytherin friends again. It was right back to square one, maybe even below that this time.

In Potions, he didn’t dare look at you, ever. He moved to a seat in the very back of the class where he would be hidden from you and could sulk to himself in peace.

“Mr. Malfoy, forgive me as it is none of my business, but why are you no longer working with Miss Y/L/N?” Slughorn asked him one day as he came by to grade his potion.

“It is nothing of concern, Professor,” Draco answered bitterly, holding back the scowl that wanted to show but deciding against being any more rude to authority. “I just rather work by myself.”

“It’s a shame, Mr. Malfoy, you both were my star pupils,” Slughorn mixes the potion around, eyeing it with a frown. “Now the both of you are falling behind. This potion is not passing, you forgot to mix in the dried periwinkle leaves.”

Draco never noticed how you would glance at him throughout Potions class. Of course, he was ignoring you and you felt that nasty realization every time your eyes landed on the platinum blond.

You felt numb, to say the least. You cried for days and days on end. If you weren’t in class, you were in your dorm, wrapped underneath the covers wondering why someone you shared so much love and time with had dropped you with no explanation. You tried endlessly to get him to talk to you, cornering him in the corridors, going up to him in class, but he would ignore you until you went away. He never once met your eyes, and your heart broke more every time you saw the coldness in his icy gray’s that made you feel like you didn’t even exist to him.

Your roommates and friends had gotten involved, forcing you to take better care of yourself. Staying up and hugging you while you cried. Bringing you meals from the Great Hall into the dorm. Brushing your hair when it started to become matted. Encouraging you to divulge yourself in studies rather than your sadness.

“Y/N, you are so much more than what you’re feeling,” your closest friend whispered to you one night as you cried in her embrace. “You can’t keep going like this. It’s okay to cry and be sad, but this is eating you up. Remember how strong you are. Remember the healer you are trying to be. You’ve helped so many people, inside and out, let your friends help you now.”

You nodded sadly, and finally accepted the help your friends had been trying so desperately to give you. You allowed them to take you out into the Great Hall again for meals. To Hogsmead for a fun day out. To the courtyard where you guys would sit and just talk. It was nice, feeling your old and normal life coming to light again even if it was just for a couple hours. But when you couldn’t sleep at night and your mind wandered off to Draco, you felt that same empty feeling of a gaping hole in your heart sting at you.

There was nothing you could do or say anymore. The cornering him was getting desperate and made you feel weak. The ignoring was never going to stop. You didn’t cry anymore, forcing yourself to bottle up your feelings for him deep down into your mind, body and spirit to the point where you just tried your best to recognize him as a dream.

Your brain didn’t know any better, right?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Draco sat on the floor of his dorm, head resting against the side of his bed as he twiddled with the letter from his mother between his fingertips. His owl, Aquila, sat beside him and enjoyed the loving pets he was giving her with his other hand. It was rare she let him do this, but he figured it was because she felt that he might have possibly needed this. She nibbled on a crumb of a biscuit he gave her that she had brought with her on her journey from home. Draco sighed and opened the letter again, his eyes scanning over the perfect cursive of his mother’s handwriting once more.

My Dearest Draco,

How are you, my love? I feel as though we have gone too long without writing to each other. I must say, the Manor feels lonely without you and your father here, but the house elves have been keeping me company. They are quite entertaining, some of them. I do hope you enjoy the small pastries I sent with Aquila that the elves also send on their behalf.

I know the pain you are feeling, my son. I know it wears at you and I am deeply sorry that I cannot change it or help you. Please do entrust in Professor Snape, as he is the only one who can help you and understands your circumstances. You cannot get through this alone.

Please also remember that you are just a boy. In these times of turmoil, it is easy to lose yourself in your own despair. You are young, Draco, only 16 years of life and it has already failed you. Please find it in your heart to locate the little several joys in life that keep you going. Despite your situation, It is okay to be that 16 year old boy and revel in those joys for as long as you can before it is too late and they are no longer there. Do not succumb, it is what he wants.

I will always love you, and I hope to see you soon.

All my love,

Mother

He felt tears sting at his eyes, clutching the letter to his chest as if his mother had charmed it with the feeling of a hug. It wasn’t, but he swore he could feel it. He felt sad, knowing she was all alone in that house, but suddenly remembered that his aunt was seeking refuge with her at the Malfoy Manor and his mother left it out for the sake of keeping Bellatrix’s location secret. Seeing as she was a maddened Ex/Present Death Eater and escaped prisoner on the run. The thought of Bellatrix left a bitter and foul taste in his mouth, making him feel even worse that his mother was stuck at home with that beast who was nearly as bad as the Dark Lord himself. He didn’t care that that was her sister, his aunt, she had no empathy for anything, especially not for him. He recalls her telling him right before he went to school, that he should be grateful and honored for being entrusted with a task so important.

As much as Draco wanted nothing to do with his tasks, he didn’t ignore them. He begrudgingly let Bellatrix teach him Occlumency, something he desperately needed to learn and was now a little good at. He had even tried convincing himself that he needed to do this. It was all up to him. He was chosen for this. He hated it, but he was chosen nonetheless. And he would try with everything to save his family and to make them proud, even if it killed him.

He ignored the thoughts of his aunt and his dreadful life options, refocusing on the words his mother wrote to him. They echoed in his mind, imagining her saying them to him.

“It is okay to be that 16 year old boy and revel in those joys for as long as you can before it is too late and they are no longer there.”

His mind wandered to you, knowing full and well you were are the one and only joy in his life he so deeply desires. His mother’s words hit him hard, to the point where he almost ran out of his room to go look for you. Almost.

But he was stubborn and still couldn’t pull himself out of the mindset he had boxed himself in where he thought being with you would be worse in the end for you than not being with you.

So he went over to his desk, Aquila following him before flying up to the wooden surface where she perched herself in front of him as he sat down and pulled out a parchment and quill to begin his responding letter for his mother. He thanked her for the pastries, told her he would try his best in confiding in Snape, loosely promised he would fulfill her wishes of him finding some happiness, and gave her his love. He gave the letter to Aquila, smoothing the feathers on the top of her head one last time before she chirped and flew to the window and then out of his room and into the open dark starry sky.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

More weeks had gone by. And then a month. You were seeing less and less of Draco and for a healing heart, it was the best thing for you, but also the worst. He had even began skipping class as much as he could, not that anyone ever noticed, except you and Slughorn of course.

“Miss Y/L/N, may I have a word?” Slughorn came up to you while you were working on a potion with your friend. The same friend who had given up her seat to Draco who she now despised and regretted ever doing in the first place. She gave you and the professor a look before getting up and heading to the front of the class where she began to pick up vials and jars to store the potion.

“Of course, Professor,” you answer with a polite smile.

“I spoke to Mr. Malfoy about a month ago, he seemed rather distraught,” he began, placing a finger over his chin in thought. “I’m beginning to grow worried of the boy! Is there a reason he’s no longer showing up to class?”

You swallowed thickly before responding, “your guess is as good as mine, Professor.”

“Ah, well, one mustn’t pry too much,” he says. “Also, I’m pleased to see your marks improving in the last couple weeks. Keep up the good work, Miss Y/L/N.”

And with that the professor turned around and left to go check on other students, your friend returning.

“What’d he want?” She asked, setting the supplies down on the table.

“Wanted to know about, Mr. Malfoy,” you mocked quietly, your voice turning bitter when the name left your lips.

You knew Draco’s disappearance was your fault and you felt that twang of hurt beat against your chest thinking about it. That whole conversation with the Professor killed your entire mood. It wasn’t great to begin with, but the feeling of nothing had turned into hurt.

You were roughly stirring the cauldron, preparing to put the nearly finished potion into the two large jars so it could sit overnight. They were right beside your arm and you felt your elbow collide with the glasses, cringing internally when you heard them crash onto the ground and shatter. Luckily there was nothing in them, but you had still made a mess of glass. In your heat of embarrassment and with the people are you now staring at you, you forgot you could easily clean up your mess with magic so like a klutz, you instead bent down to pick up the shards of glass that scattered the floor with your bare hands.

A loud gasp left your mouth as you began to pick them up, feeling the largest piece of glass in your palm deeply slash the skin of your hand. You dropped it, feeling the blood begin to drip down your arms and onto the floor.

“Oh no, Y/N,” your friend sighed from above you, gripping onto your other arm and lifting you up. “Are you okay?”

The question was meant for your hand, but you felt it hit your soul just as it did whenever someone asked you that question when you were so overwhelmingly not okay. You shook your head no, the pain from your hand and your heart taking over you completely as tears began to trickle down your face.

Slughorn came up to the table, waving his wand over the mess of the floor and fixed the damage done to the vases and making the small puddle of blood disappear.

“Class is dismissed, students, you are free to go to the Great Hall for lunch,” Slughorn announced and everyone quickly packed up their things and hurried out except for you and your friend. The full-bellied Professor watched you with concern and you turned to your friend where she took your hand in hers and placed it palm up for you.

You shuddered, bringing up your wand to the cut and simply thought your healing spell before watching it completely fade into a faint light pink scar.

“I’m going to explain to Slughorn what happened and put away our stuff,” she says to you, a sad glint in her eyes. “Go clean yourself up and I’ll meet you at our table for lunch with everyone when you’re done.”

You could only pathetically nod before you slung your bag over your shoulder and trudged off into the direction of a bathroom. You decided to go up to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, wanting to be alone from everyone so you could clean yourself up in peace and also have a meltdown. You didn’t know why you wanted to torture yourself with the ghosted memories you shared with Draco in that bathroom, but you still went.

You took your time getting there and you were only down the hall when you saw the entrance. It was then when you heard a familiar ghastly screaming and wailing. It was horribly loud.

“MURDER! MURDER IN THE BATHROOM! MURDER!”

Moaning Myrtle floated from the large wooden double doors, screaming so loud it ricocheted off all the walls of the now deathly silent castle. You felt all the blood drain from your face as an awful and sickening feeling had bubbled in your stomach.

“It better not be Draco,” you said to yourself, your legs taking longer strides towards the bathroom. “Please, don’t let it be Draco.”

By now, you were sprinting towards the end of the corridor, throwing your bag to the floor as soon as you reached the doors and flung yourself through and into the destroyed bathroom, stepping into a pool of water that had streaks of crimson red. Your eyes followed the trail of blood, stopping suddenly when you found the source.

A blood-curdling scream twice as loud and stronger than Myrtle’s, left your throat as you tripped over your own feet to reach him. You saw Harry Potter, standing a little ways by the door, a panicked and pained look in his eyes as he tried to understand what he had just done.

Once you reached Draco’s nearly lifeless body covered in angry red gashes, you fell next to him, his eyes finally meeting yours for the first time in ages. He was breathing raggedly in choked grunts, clutching at his mauled chest as he struggled to breath. The stormy eyes you loved so much were clouded in fear. Nothing but fear.

You shoved your hand into your pocket, searching for your wand and pulled it out hastily. You shakily waved it over his cuts, thinking and saying any spell you knew that came to your mind in the matter of 5 seconds. This was what you did. This was all you did. Why couldn’t you heal him? None of your spells worked.

“I, I can’t heal you,” you sobbed, resorting to putting your hands over his chest at a failing attempt to stop the bleeding. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“n...o,” Draco said weakly and quietly. He mustered up all his remaining strength and placed a bloodied hand over yours, you grabbed it tightly and leaned over him when you realized he was trying to speak. “S-sorry. lo...ve. y...ou.”

It felt like there was a knife in your chest being repeatedly stabbed into your heart and twisted. His eyes closed and you cried harder, knowing you were going to lose him. Everything was happening so fast. You had only been in the bathroom a solid 10 seconds, everything around you moving in a slow blur but so quickly.

It was as if Merlin had answered your pleas, the sound of the door slammed open and a maddened looking Snape rushed inside, pushing Harry roughly to the side and looking down at Draco and then you only momentarily before dropping to his knees beside him and opposite of you.

“Vulnera sanentur,” he began running his wand over the cuts on Draco’s chest and you watched with wide teary eyes as the blood pooling around you began to retreat back into the wounds. He said it again, and once the blood was back in, the cuts began to close. He chanted it one last time, and the cuts had healed into thick and reddened scars. “Miss Y/L/N, please help Draco over to the hospital wing for some dittany, and quickly please. We might be able to help with the scarring, perhaps avoid it completely. I need to deal with, Potter.”

Draco was half conscious, a dazed and confused look in the gray of his eyes as they fluttered open and closed. You noticed the scar beginning to form on his paled face and you bit back a sob. You knew if that scar stayed there, it would only drive him into a deeper hatred for himself.

You quickly got up, Snape picking up Draco and throwing his arm over your shoulders so that you would be able to help him over to the hospital wing which luckily happened to be a hall away from the bathroom. The adrenaline and sheer love for the boy was pumping through your body which had made you feel stronger in basically carrying Draco through the halls. He was dragging his feet, mumbling incoherently and you couldn’t stop crying.

You saw the doors to the hospital wing open, Madam Pomfrey staring at the scene heading towards her in horror.

“DITTANY!” you called to her. She threw open the doors wider, nodding before she ran back inside in a hurry. A passing seventh year Hufflepuff had dropped all of his books and his bag and linked arms with Draco’s free side, helping you take him inside with much more ease. Madam Pomfrey yelled to rest Draco on the nearest bed and she quickly returned with the dittany, shooing the both of you away from him.

“I’m afraid the two of you are going to have to leave, immediately,” she demands, her hand reaching up to grab the privacy curtain before shielding her and the love of your life from you and the prying eyes of shocked students gathered at the doorway to see what had happened. The Hufflepuff that had helped was already out the door, but you couldn’t bring your legs to move.

“Away from the door!” McGonagall suddenly appeared from behind the crowd of students, a disgruntled look etched into her aged skin. “Return to your house’s common rooms! That goes for you too, Miss Y/L/N.”

She gently placed both her hands on either of your shoulders, guiding you outside the door and out of the hospital wing. She gave you an empathetic glance before grabbing the handles of the doors and shutting them with a loud clang.

The lingering students stared at you in discomfort and grimaces. You looked around, still in a daze and then looked down at your body. You were drenched in blood and water, looking straight out of a horror movie and closely resembling the clothing of the Bloody Baron, Slytherin’s house ghost.

Everything still felt quiet and slow. You didn’t even notice your friends rushing towards you in hysterics, throwing you in hugs as you only stood there, unable to react. You let them pull you away, leading you to your house’s common room, tripping every now and then. You caught a glimpse of Moaning Myrtle in the distance, her cries still very loud and apparent. She had gone around the entirety of Hogwarts wailing the same news that had broken you, only this time you heard the new choice words she had added along the way.

“MURDER! MURDER IN THE BATHROOM! MURDER! HARRY POTTER HAS MURDERED DRACO MALFOY!”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You sat immobile on the edge of your seat besides Draco’s hospital bed. Much to your surprise, Madam Pomfrey had allowed you to stay overnight with the fallen Slytherin Prince. You recognized it might be her way of paying you back from all your countless volunteering and because of that, she trusted you in knowing exactly what to do when it came to the medical field of the wizarding world.

It was around three in the morning, the incident having happened well past twelve hours ago. You were showered now and in a fresh pair of robes, your pajamas holding in your warmth as a cold draft flowed throughout the dark dimly lit room. The hospital wing was tall and large, it felt like a castle in itself, and it only made you feel more feeble. You scooted your chair closer to the bed, placing a hand onto the mattress right next to Draco’s paled slender hand.

Fingertips ghosted over his knuckles, your body shivering at the closeness of the near contact. You didn’t know how he was going to react when he woke up. It was all a waiting game, and your heart squeezed with anxiety as you awaited his regained consciousness. You didn’t forget the words he said to you right before he slipped away. They rang and rattled in your head like a pinball game on loop.

He had told you he loved you.

The thought of him dying and you never being able to tell him you felt the same haunted you. You thanked Merlin that Snape got there when he did. You also made a mental note to hex Harry into the oblivion the next time you got a chance.

You sighed deeply, your voice quavering as your ran a hand through your tangled hair. His face glistened under the orange lamp on the bedside table, his skin tinged with a grayish undertone and his eye bags deep and dark. The scar you had seen on his face earlier was gone, the skin now just holding a skinny reddened line going across his features as if he was just hit with something. You smiled slightly, knowing it would be gone in the morning and feeling grateful for him that he wouldn’t be scarred with it.

His body was covered in a hospital gown and bandages infused with dittany, but seeing how bad his cuts were before they healed, you knew those would leave something behind no matter what. In your studying towards becoming a Healer, you read about the effects of dark magic and the marks it left behind on its victims. You didn’t know what spell had done what it did to Draco, but it was violent and radiated with darkness.

The softness of his his skin was met under yours, your hand finally allowing itself to fall over his and you let out a sharp exhale at the touch. It wasn’t like earlier when you were holding onto him for dear life, rough and filled with fear and pain, this time it felt familiar. It felt warm despite the coldness of your skin and his. You shook quietly, another set of tears rippling through your body as you tried your best to not wake him. You sat up and slowly leaned over him, looking down at him to observe his peaceful features. He slept soundly and peacefully, his breathing even and quiet. Even though he almost died earlier today, he looked as though he was having the best sleep of his life. The sleep he gravely needed but seemed to never be able to get.

Your free hand softly rested on his cheek now and you carefully moved your lips towards his forehead where you placed a long kiss. A stray tear had fallen onto his skin as you pulled away and you frowned, wiping it away with your sleeve before moving your hand up towards his hair. You smoothed it back, the soft blond strands feeling like silk between your fingers. He was a dream, an angel to you. You stood by what you had told him that unfortunate day under the tree, he was good, and you would tell him again and again until he believed it himself.

Just as you pulled back from him, a sharp gasp erupted and he shot up in bed, grabbing and tearing at his gown as breathless quick pants fell from his lips.

“Hey, Draco, I’m here, you’re okay, relax,” you coo gently, grabbing his hands and holding them tightly in yours so he wouldn’t tear his bandages. Your heart battered against your chest, the waterworks in your eyes beginning all over again. He stared at you, searching your eyes and he began to cry too. The same broken and deep sobbing from months ago you had grown accustomed to hearing.

He threw himself onto you, crying even harder as his arms wrapped around you, his hand on the back of your head pressing you into his chest. You climbed into the bed in deep shaky breaths so that you were now sitting on your knees between his legs. It was overwhelming, to put it lightly, both of you crying into each other as you remembered the fall out, the lonely days and nights, the wasted opportunities, the endless missing of one another’s presence in their lives.

“I’m sorry,” Draco chokes out. “I never meant to hurt you. I thought that by pushing you away, you would be safer, but I can’t do it anymore. I need you, I love you, Y/N.”

You cradled him in your arms, rocking the two of you back and forth, and you shook your head reverently.

“I forgave you the second I thought I was going to lose you,” you respond quickly. “Merlin, Draco, you scared me to death. I thought you were gone.”

The same words from his mother echoed in his head again and he finally understood what they meant.

“It is okay to be that 16 year old boy and revel in those joys for as long as you can before it is too late and they are no longer there.”

Darkness was going to arrive one way or another, it was going to steal the rest of whatever life he had left in him one day. It was out of his hands, out of his control. The time to live his life was now. Because he didn’t know when he would ever have this opportunity of love again, of safety, of light. Everything was undefined and unknown and he felt the anguishing regret of all his decisions when he had seen you in the bathroom hovering over him with a hopeless look in your eyes. He promised himself, to Merlin and to the sun, the moon and all the stars that in the 1% chance that he survived that close call with death, he would never abandon you again. His heart pained at the memory of him trying to sputter out his final ‘I love you,’ not knowing whether or not you heard it or if you understood how genuinely he had meant it.

The room was only filled with sniffles and shaky breathing, both of you still in the same rocking position, afraid that if you let each other go, the other is going to disappear.

“Draco,” you say, lifting his head up from the crook of your neck so that he could look you in the eyes. “I love you, too. More than you’ll ever know. Please don’t ever, ever leave again.”

“Not in a million years, darling.”

PART 3

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I Can't Stop— regulus black x reader

Summary: An unmovable object vs. an unstoppable force (aka Reader tries to get Regulus to bed)

Warning: cursing, angst, bittersweet fluff, crying

Notes: Reader has she/her pronouns and is a Hufflepuff; this can also be read as either romantic or platonic also yes I sometimes face claim regulus as Benjamin Wadsworth pls don’t @ me i’m new here lol

Hogwarts 1975

Every Hufflepuff knows that when 10:00 hits, the kitchen goes silent. No pots boil, no ovens switch on―without the house elves, the place is as silent as the library on a good day. The alluring scents of the day’s meals would linger in the air, hitting the face of every Hufflepuff who entered eager to make it to their common room and call it a night.

Tonight the smells of roasted chicken and creamy beef stew were replaced with the stingy aroma of coffee as two students sat at the end of the kitchen’s massive table, books spread out amongst themselves. Two gigantic porcelain mugs were placed within arms reach and a fresh pot of coffee sat between them.

“Find anything yet?” the Hufflepuff asked. Her [h/c] curls bounced slightly as she looked up from her piece of parchment, observing the pale Slytherin boy across from her scrunch his brows.

“No,” Regulus shut another book and tossed it on top of the stack next to him. He reached over to his mug, which embarrassingly had an orange flat-faced kitten painted on it, and downed its remaining contents. He then slammed the mug on the table and ran both of his fingers through his short ebony locks,” nothing. Yet.”

“House elves are bound to wake up soon,” [Y/N] mused. She cocked her head towards the tiny door sitting next to the fireplace,” maybe we should call it a night.”

Regulus groaned as he reached for the pot of coffee and poured himself another cup. The pot shook a bit as Regulus poured it, the bags underneath his eyes growing darker. [Y/N] looked at her friend and sighed.

“We’ve gone through almost the whole library, Reggie,” [Y/N] said. Regulus took a quick swig of his refilled cup of coffee and cracked open another book,” look! That’s even the same book you opened last night. Cover and all!”

“Nope,” Regulus held up the book and tapped his pale finger on the cover where it read Volume 2. It was [Y/N]’s time to groan as she took her own mug, this one with a silly looking dog on it, and sipped at the now cold contents. Her face scrunched up as she placed the mug down,” Zatara might’ve been a loon, but he was Bullock’s assistant. He probably hid something in here so Dumbledore or anyone else couldn’t find and burn it..”

“What makes you think that Volume 2 is gonna have something when the first one didn’t?” [Y/N] had got up from her chair, cold cup of coffee in hand, and dumped it down the drain of the sink behind her. She turned the faucet on, rinsing out the mug and gently putting it back on the drying rack. When [Y/N] spun around, she was met by Regulus’s signature scowl,” don’t get your knickers in a twist. You know I’m right. I’m always right with these sorts of things.”

“I know,” Regulus hissed. He looked back down at the book,” but right now, I’m hoping you’re wrong.”

[Y/N] huffed as she sat back down on her chair again. A small yawn escaped her lips but she knew it’d be a while until Regulus decided to pack his stuff and leave. This was the case every night since 2nd year where Regulus and [Y/N] would stay up right before the elves came back in to prep for breakfast, reading and discussing topics both school related and pure nonsense. Neither knew how this little tradition started and, quite frankly, neither cared. It was a breath of fresh air for [Y/N] and a sense of normalcy Regulus craved for within his ever turbulent life.

As of recently, however, their midnight meetings were overwhelmed with a sense of dread. It had been months since Regulus had properly been exposed to the world of the Death Eaters and of Lord Voldemort, courtesy of his mother. From then on, he had been put into an almost inescapable hole, one that he was intent of crawling out of. Regulus might've not had the luxury of running away like his brother, but he sure as hell wasn't going to give in without a fight.

“So if I am wrong, what’s gonna happen next?” [Y/N] asked.

Regulus quirked a brow as he stopped reading the passage he was on. Not even bothering to look up, Regulus clicked his tongue in thought. He then, to [Y/N]’s annoyance, shrugged his shoulders and continued to read.

“I don’t know. Haven’t thought that far yet.”

“What do you mean you haven’t thought that far yet? We’ve been looking into Horcruxes for the past three months and you haven’t the clue as to what you’ll do next?!”

“Something like that.”

“You're so—,” [Y/N] let out a muffled scream as she buried her head in her hands,” you're insufferable, you know that? Why am I even friends with you?”

“Haven't thought that far yet either,” Regulus smirked.

“Very funny, Reggie. Now c’mon,” [Y/N] motioned towards the stack of books,” let’s stash these away. We’ve got a Potions exam tomorrow morning, remember?”

“Yes, I remember.”

Regulus didn’t make an effort to get up and continued to read through the book. As Regulus flipped through another page, [Y/N] muttered underneath her breath as she jumped down from her seat and walked over to the Slytherin’s side.

“Alright. That’s it.”

Before Regulus could make sense as to what was happening, [Y/N] wrapped her hands around his waist and hoisted him up from the seat.

“[Y/N]?!” Regulus sputtered, dropping the book from his hands,” let me go!”

“Oh shut it, Black! You need to get some sleep!”

Still in her arms, Regulus tensed as their bodies pressed against one another. He cursed himself underneath his breath as his face flushed red.

“Just put me down. Now.”

“No.”

“[Y/N]—!”

[Y/N] tightened her grip as Regulus squirmed within her hold. She dragged him from his chair to the middle of the kitchen where he finally pushed himself off.

“What the hell was that for?”

“You need to sleep, Regulus! You can’t keep burning the candle at both ends. You’ll fall back if you keep doing this.”

“Well what else am I supposed to do, then? Run away from my problems like my brother? Ignore them? I can’t just turn away from my family and pretend nothing ever happened!” Regulus shouted. His breathing turned ragged, as if he just finished yet another Quidditch match, “what would you expect for me to do?”

“I—I don’t know! I don’t have the answers for everything!” [Y/N] retorted. Regulus groaned as he turned around, intent on picking up where he left off in his book,” but I do know that when the time comes, whatever remnants of a plan you do have, you’ll be too exhausted to do anything about it!”

Regulus stopped in his step as he stared at the rack of spices before him, afraid of meeting his friend’s eyes. He took a deep breath, composed himself, and turned around. His eyes had yet to meet [Y/N]’s as they shifted throughout the room.

“Why are you—ugh,” Regulus sighed as he ran his hands through his hair,” I just—this is how I work, [Y/N]. You’ve known it since 2nd year. Even when I stop, I can’t stop. When I go to sleep at night, my mind is still racing with all this bullshit about purebloods and Muggles and—.”

“But you can’t just—.”

“—And the fucking potions test you won’t stop telling me about! There’s so many things in my mind that I think Bellatrix’s head looks healthy compared to mine! I can’t stop thinking about my family, my house, even Sirius for Godric’s sake! I can’t stop worrying that if I were to put a pause for even a sliver of a second, everything I’ll ever love will cease to exist. I can’t risk that [Y/N]. Not for a second. Not when I have so much on the line.”

[Y/N] looked down at the floor as her friend’s words ran rapid through her head. She touched her forehead with the palm of her hand, dragging them down until they met the bridge of her nose.

“Fucking—I know that, Regulus. I just—,” [Y/N] gave a pained expression as she pinched the bridge of her nose,”—fuck! I just want you to be okay, ok? You’re my friend. My best friend, actually. It hurts like hell because there’s nothing I can do about it. I can get you as many books as you want, sneak out around the castle as much as you want, lie to as many people as you want , but I can’t—no. I won’t stand here and watch you whittle away. Not when I can do something to prevent it.”

Regulus swallowed hard as his eyes met [Y/N]’s and the pit that had been growing inside his chest began to increase, pushing painfully against his rips. He felt his lungs constrict and if Regulus didn’t know any better, he’d say someone casted a Crucio curse on him and it was slowly ripping his body from the inside out.

“I just can’t let him win, [Y/N],” Regulus mumbled. He leaned back on the table and pressed both hands to his face, rubbing at his eyes as tears began to build up in the corners,” I can’t let that thing win, no matter what.”

Shielding his face from [Y/N], Regulus quietly sobbed as his friend stood in front of him, tears threatening to pour out from her eyes as well. Taking a deep, shaky breath, [Y/N] slowly walked towards her friend and gently wrapped her arms around him. Despite the slight size difference, [Y/N] was able to situate her friend so that his face was buried in the crook of her neck. She combed a hand through his inky, black locks.

“I know won’t,” [Y/N] said,” but I highly doubt snake face over there is going to wait for you to take a quick power nap. We’ll beat him, but not like this.”

Regulus’s grip tightened around [Y/N] and she felt his lips pull into a smile as a low chuckle emitted from him.

“It’s amazing how you’re not a Ravenclaw with how much wisdom you spout out.”

“Well I’m far more interested in my friends then a bloody book,” [Y/N] stepped back, hands still wrapped around Regulus, and smiled,” now let’s clean up and head to bed. You deserve at least one good night’s rest.”

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seriouslysnape · 3 years

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Since you’re down with writing for him, can you do a Lucius fic where the reader stands up to ole Voldy and rips him to shreds with her words for his treatment of her love (Lucius), and takes everyone by surprise because she’s usually just an observer of things? Lucius internally freaks of course because he thinks Voldy will kill her or something, but he’s actually as stunned as everyone and even impressed that she has so much nerve and such a “talent” with her words. Then once they’re alone, Lucius dwells on about how recklace that was and how he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if anything ever happened to her, especially if he was the reason. But once she gets him calmed down, he just gushes over her for being so brave, strong, loving, and protecting of him.

Sorry if this is quite long!

Not a problem at all! Thanks for requesting! :)

Words of Fire

Lucius Malfoy x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Sexual implications

Word Count: 2,117

“Nothing happened. I knew he wasn’t going to do anything.”

You fought the urge to let out a heavy sigh as you sat at the Death Eaters’ table. It was yet again another meeting with another round of Voldemort talking and no one else being able to get a word in. You rarely ever spoke at these meetings, only listening and soaking in every word that was said. Lucius was seated on your immediate left, refusing to look away from Lord Voldemort even for a split moment. Lucius’ hand was resting on your leg, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

Truthfully, you weren’t really sure what Voldemort was talking about. Your mind was everywhere but this current meeting. You glanced down at the strong hand that was on your thigh. You let your fingertips trace over his knuckles, feeling the cold metal of the rings on his fingers. He held back the urge to smirk at the feeling of your touching his skin. Your mind wandered to the night before, chills spreading over your body.

You had been up late the night before with Lucius, laid up together in his ridiculously massive bed and his bedroom that was bigger than your first house put together. He had been rather touchy throughout the day, so it wasn’t a shocker that he kept you up late with rough kisses and lots of lovemaking.

It was an intoxicating feeling, really. Lucius was very refined and well put together, never a stitch out of place. It wasn’t a surprise that he was experienced, and knew his way around a woman. You found yourself craving his touch, wishing for him at all moments of the day.

Your dirty thoughts were interrupted when Lucius subconsciously gripped your leg. You found your attention back to the meeting at hand. Voldemort was staring a hole through Lucius, which was never something you wanted to see.

“It seems that Lucius’ failure caused everyone at this table some form of distress.” Voldemort hissed, however his expression remained unchanged.

Lucius didn’t have much of a visible response to that. He was used to Voldemort often chiding him and tearing into him, but it didn’t make it any less humiliating. Lucius was very loyal to Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters, but lately he had failed to come through to Voldemort’s orders.

Lucius was distracted. Suddenly, there was more to his life than wealth and following Voldemort’s power. He had his heart in another place. However, whenever he messed up, Voldemort was always the first to hear about it.

“I assure you, my Lord, that it won’t happen again.” Lucius spoke, calmly and collected.

Voldemort looked doubtful at that. His cold eyes shifting to you for a moment before flickering back. He knew something was getting in the way of Lucius’ duties, and he had a pretty good idea that it was you.

“I would surely hope not,” Voldemort went on; “You would think that a pure-blood would be much more efficient.”

You felt your blood run cold. You hated the way Voldemort spoke to Lucius. Well, you hated the way Voldemort spoke to everyone, but especially Lucius.

“What is your problem?” You sneered loudly at the sunken man.

Lucius’ gray colored eyes snapped to you. They were full of desperation and fear. As a matter of fact, every pair of eyes at the long, dark table were looking at you. You were much more of a listener than a talker, and sometimes not even that. The fact that you were speaking up now (and with such feistiness) was stunning.

“[Y/N], do not-” Lucius began to warn under his breath, but you cut him off.

“I mean, seriously! Do you have nothing better to do than to nag like a prick for an hour and a half?” You questioned with a sharpness to your tone.

Lucius’ pale face had lost even more color. He was sure he’d be mistaken for a ghost to an outsider. He was fully panicking. He knew that you knew better than to smart off to Lord Voldemort, arguably one of the most powerful wizards in the world. With a wave of a wand and a simple mutter of “avada kedavra” would finish you off right then and there.

Bellatrix was watching with a face full of entertainment. She had always liked you, and was thrilled to see you standing up for Lucius like this.

Voldemort was watching rather stoically, but if Lucius hadn’t been totally about to lose his marbles, he would’ve noticed the hint of amusement in his eyes. Lucius could feel his heart pounding away in his chest, the silence in between your pauses was thick. He was trying to calm himself down. While what you were doing was unthinkable, you hadn’t yet said something that was completely impossible to come back from. Or, at least, not yet anyway.

“And aren’t you a half-blood anyway? How do you have any say over what a pure blood is supposed to be like?” You barked.

Lucius felt like throwing up. That was the final hit. He was preparing himself for the worst possible outcome. Maybe Voldemort wouldn’t use a death spell. Perhaps Nagini would make a snack out of you. A slow, painful death that was almost worse than anything else. Lucius, as frightened as he was, looked back to Voldemort with anticipation, begging Voldemort in his head not to kill you.

Lucius was sure he was hallucinating, or maybe he had witnessed your death and was having some sort of weird vision. But everyone else’s reactions were unmistakably real.

Lord Voldemort, the darkest of all wizards, began to laugh.

It wasn’t a laugh that read oh-you-should-not-have-done-that sort of sound. It was more of a shocked, impressed sort of laugh. The rest of the table began to nervously laugh in response, but eventually fell into side cramping laughter. Even you cracked a smile, not at all afraid of what was going to happen next. If you went out defending Lucius, then so be it. Lucius was too confused to laugh, or do anything for that matter.

Voldemort’s laughs did dwindle out into chuckles in between speaking, but even then he had a hard time piecing together sentences.

“Well, I have never seen such a fire come out of you.” Voldemort said to you.

Lucius dug his nails into his leg, not really sure if that was a good reaction or not.

“Really now, [Y/N], I do wish you would speak up more often at these congregations,” He said, rather galvanized by your choice of wording; “I must say, you have quite a raw talent for threats and messages.”

You fought the urge to beam at that. You had always been told that you had a way with words. Lucius felt the nausea pass, but he was shocked silent. You were the only person on the planet who could have gotten away with what you just did. As if that wasn’t groundbreaking enough, you were also the only person to draw an apology of sorts out of the Dark Lord’s mouth.

“Perhaps, I judged you unfairly, Lucius. However, I do expect you to fulfill your assignments next time.” Voldemort chuckled, looking at Lucius.

Lucius only nodded, still too in shambles to say anything more. Lucius finished out the rest of the meeting in a daze, though he noted you seemed to have actually enjoyed the remainder of the time. Lucius had it on repeat in his head. A million wonders and what ifs flying by him like a runaway train. That could have ended much more differently, and the fact that you weren’t even phased was bugging him.

He didn’t say much, which you noted as odd. Once you were alone in the Malfoy Manor, you spoke to him gently.

“Lucius, my love, what is it?” You asked, placing your hands on his shoulders from behind.

There was a roaring, warm fire in his spacious bedroom, heating the room in a wonderful way. He was far from comfortable though.

“Oh, it’s nothing really. Surely not the fact that you fired off to the Dark Lord.” He growled, rubbing his forehead stressfully.

You had a feeling that this was about what happened at the meeting. You didn’t say anything, prompting him to go on. He stood from where he was sitting in his living area, removing himself from your touch and standing in front of you behind the sofa.

“You must be out of your mind. Do you understand how reckless that was?” He asked, grabbing the sides of your arms.

Anyone else would’ve read Lucius' expression as angry, but you knew it wasn’t that. His eyes told a different story than the rest of his face.

He was scared.

“Nothing happened. I knew he wasn’t going to do anything.” You told him, trying to comfort him.

His eyes were wide and his lower lip had a faint quiver to it. He put his cold hands to your face, almost as if he were trying to convince himself that you were really there.

“Did you know? [Y/N], do you not understand how badly that could’ve turned out if he hadn’t found it so funny?” He questioned seriously.

You shrugged, not looking away from his gaze.

“But he did.” You answered simply.

He felt like he was arguing with a wall. You had always been a tad riskier than he was. You often played your cards without looking to see what kind of hand you had. He’d put it this way: it had shaved some years off of his life more than once. He thought about the life he had led with you thus far. You had only been together a couple of years, but it had felt like a lifetime. He couldn’t imagine his days without you. Draco had grown fond of you, despite his grudges in the beginning.

If you had been hurt or killed...it would’ve left holes in more than just Lucius’ life.

“You can be so careless with yourself. I hate it,” He admitted, his voice raising a bit; “I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if you weren’t around anymore. I couldn’t live knowing you were gone on my behalf.”

You felt guilty for putting him through this. You hadn’t thought that this would affect him this way. You took his hands from your face, leading him back to the couch to sit him down.

“I’m fine, Luc. I’m right here in front of you,” You assured him; “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

He sighed heavily. He had become rather...soft after meeting you. He felt more now. His voice was gentler now, but deeper.

“I know, I know, my darling. I just don’t ever want to see anything happen to you, especially because of me.” He confessed.

You nodded, caressing his cheek with your warm hard.

“You are, without a doubt, the bravest person I know. I don’t know of anyone who would stand up to Lord Voldemort that way.” He proclaimed.

You grinned cheekily. He went on before you could say anything else.

“Oh, I do adore you. You’ve always been so loving and protective over me,” He added; “You are one charming woman.”

A heat crept over your cheeks, you laughed bashfully.

“I also have a ‘talent’ for words apparently.” You reminded him.

Lucius cracked a smile as well.

“That you do, my dear. You are very quick that way.” He praised.

You hummed playfully, raising your brows a hair.

“And what else?” You prodded him on.

His smile turned into more of a devious smirk. He slowly inched towards you on the sofa.

“Intelligent, talented, beautiful,” He listed off, pushing you down onto the cushions of the couch, making you squirm with eagerness; “Sexy...”

He kissed you with such fervor that it almost made you dizzy. His lips were hotter than the raging fire in the fireplace, his lips leaving a trail down your stomach before he made it to your hips. Pushing the skirt of your dress up, before breathing out at the sight of there not being anything underneath.

“Someone was expecting to be rewarded, yes?” He razzed, kissing at the skin of your inner thighs; “Ask and you shall receive.”

You breathed out a whine, a hand above your head and one in his hair.

“Please, Lucius. I want your mouth on me.” You pleaded.

He usually would drag this out, making you beg for him until you were almost in tears. But he wanted to pleasure you, to hear your sounds as another reminder that you were there with him. He left a kiss on your heated sex, purring before pleasuring you mercilessly.

“Anything for you, my star.”

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rons-hermiones · 3 years

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Come Find Me

by rons-hermiones

Summary: Unplanned, Hermione is forced to spend Christmas at the Burrow due to her grandmother falling very ill. After being ignored by Hermione for weeks, Ron is determined to show her how much she means to him. Just before he gets the chance to tell her, Bellatrix Lestrange shows up with other plans for Hermione. Can Ron get to her before it's too late? (Ron/Hermione Half-Blood Prince AU)

Rating: M for language & dark themes in later chapters.

Chapter One

Ron was hiding. Sure, your own bed probably isn’t the most brilliant place to do such a thing, but it sure beat the common room. He would’ve been found in minutes.

Harry’s nearby, laying atop his own bed, no doubt pouring over Maurders Map, watching Malfoy.

Besides the chosen ones self assigned task of watching every move the Slytherin makes, it’s quiet.

It has been for a while.

There’s an obvious divide between the three of them at the moment, or more so, Ron and Hermione. Harry has been forced into the middle of this, so whenever he isn’t obsessing over Draco, he usually sits idly, unsure what to say.

Ron knows it’s all his fault. Lavender kissed him, sure, but he wasn’t exactly fighting her off. Then before he knew it, she was dragging him up to the astronomy tower, and again, he wasn’t resisting these advances. When they reached their destination he found Harry and Hermione on the steps. Her head propped on his shoulder as sobs wracked her body.

At the sight of him, she stood. She held her head high and demanded he left. So he did.

And for a fleeting moment the look of pain that found it’s way down her face felt good. A swell of pride bubbling deep within him to know that his affections to another girl caused it

To know there was a sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, she loved him back.

However, the feeling was short lived because when he shut that door, he hadn’t bargained he was closing himself off to them. To her.

And he’s a complete idiot.

He woke up the next morning, intending to apologize, despite not even fully understanding what he did. But he was stopped. Lavender had walked up and planted a wet one right on him, calling him some dumb pet name, and claiming him her boyfriend.

He just froze.

Snogging her wasn’t bad. At least at first.

Eventually, it got harder and harder to imagine Lavender was someone else. Not to mention, the look of pain never left Hermione’s face whenever she saw him. It hadn’t been worth it.

So he tried to fix it, he really tried.

“Lavender look I,” he began one morning after she insisted he walk her to breakfast.

“Silly Won-Won! We can’t go snog in the astronomy tower right now, people have class!” She giggled.

There were a lot more attempts on his end and he could’ve tried harder, but Lavender made it near impossible.

Just yesterday,

“Lavender, I’ve been meaning to tell you something, you know Christmas is coming up,” and I’d hate to ruin your holiday but I just don’t think I can see you when we come back to school.

He never got to finished, “oh! I wish I could come to your house for the holidays! You’re so sweet to ask, but Mum and Dad have already made arrangements for us to travel! I promise you Easter.” And she kissed him.

He better have gotten his shit together by Easter.

“Alright over there?” Harry broke his thoughts.

“Fine.” He grunted shifting atop his sheets.

Harry shrugged, Ron wasn’t sure if he was going to say more, and merlin he wanted him to. To talk about this all, to maybe even hear about Hermione, how she was.

But Neville came in.

“Harry!” He sounded winded like he’d run up here.

“You okay mate?” The dark haired boy asked, getting up from his bed as Ron did the same.

He huffs some air, “I’m fine, it’s not me, it’s,” his eyes flick momentarily to Ron’s, “it’s Hermione, I didn’t know who else to get.” He rambles.

Me. Ron thinks bitterly.

Ron, who got her off that chess board once he’d woken up first year.

Ron ,who sat at her bedside every night when she was petrified.

Ron, who made sure she was still eating during Buckbeak’s case.

Ron, who held her after Cedric Diggory had died.

Ron, who helped her recover from the Department of Mysteries over the summer.

Neville should’ve come and gotten me!

In the back of his head he always feared Harry and Hermione would become more than friends. He just never thought it’d be his doing.

However, he quickly pushes the thought down, because soon the incessant fear that Hermione could possibly be injured is at the forefront of his mind.

“Is she alright? Is she hurt?” Ron asked flustered.

Neville lamely shook his head, he didn’t seem very sure of it himself, “I dunno, I don’t think so, I just found her, she’s a mess. She wouldn’t talk to me.”

Harry threw down Maurders Map for the first time in weeks and began to charge from the room.

“Let’s go Neville, take me to her.” His voice was shaky, he needed to get the point across that Ron was not to come, well without saying as much.

And it’s not that he didn’t think Ron couldn’t help or that he didn’t care, Harry is just worried whatever Hermione’s got going on may have to do with him.

Since that day of the match, in the stairwell, Harry hadn’t seen her cry again, at least not in front of him.

One morning, a few days after the incident, Harry was up watching Malfoy move about the castle. Though not on the map, Draco was moving to where Harry knew the Room of Requirement was. Not caring that it was nearing four in the morning, he threw back the covers and made a run for it.

Until something stopped him.

Peering at the map, he noticed another name out of place, Hermione Granger.

Prefect, bookworm, brightest witch of her age, Hermione Granger, was in the common room after curfew.

Worrying something may be wrong, he took a detour through the portrait hole.

There, he found a mass of wild curls splayed all over the velvet couch. And she must’ve heard the portrait click close making her jump awake.

And upon talking to her, it turns out since the day of the match, Hermione had taken to sleeping on the common room couch rather then her dorm.

Lavender had always been rude to Hermione. Snide comments here snd there on her looks, but it only got worse after she started dating Ron.

“No wonder my Won-Won didn’t want her, look at that hair!” She’d say loudly to Parvati as the brunette got ready one morning.

“Hermione Stranger! Isn’t that just brilliant! Surprised you haven’t thought of it yourself.” Lavender tutted proudly before bed a few weeks ago.

And that was fine, Hermione could take it, but what she couldn’t take were the ungodly amount of details the blonde spilt rather loudly every single night.

“And then he did this thing with his hands, oh his hands! Parvati have you ever noticed how big they are?” She gushed.

Hermione casted a silencing charm both to drown out her sobs and Lavender’s shrill voice.

“We did it!” She announced proudly one evening.

“Did what?” Parvati questioned scandalized.

“It! Oh it was wonderful! He was so amazing. Parvati, I think I’m falling in love!”

After that, she only returned to the room to grab some clothes. Hermione couldn’t even bare dressing in there, instead she’d taken up to the Prefect’s bathroom.

And maybe this wouldn’t be the case if Hermione knew everything Lavender was spewing was complete lie. That whenever she and Ron were together it was only ever just snogging or him running off.

But how would she even know that? It’s not like they talked. Not anymore.

Harry was halfway across the room before he noticed Ron following, “Ron...” he trailed regretfully.

He sighed, “please Harry, what if,” he can’t get the words out, “just in case, please?” The ginger begged.

His best friends stepped closer to him, voice dropping so Neville couldn’t hear, “look, I just don’t think it’s the best thing. I swear to you Ron, if it’s bad, if she’s got so much as a splinter, I’ll have Neville come get you.” Harry pleads.

Defeated and hurt, Ron watches the pair hurry off to the staircase.

And if he didn’t know he messed up before, he sure knew now.

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Neville and Harry were rushing down the corridor when a strong grip had pulled back on the formers robes.

“Where are you going? What’s wrong?” Ginny had asked them, voice sounding a little terrified.

“It’s Hermione,” Neville couldn’t even finish before the red head interrupted.

“I’m coming.” She claimed.

“No, Ginny,” Harry told her.

“No, this is Hermione. She’s my best friend too you know! Even if it just about my git of a brother, sometimes all you need is another girl. Not some daft idiots who stare at maps all day or date bimbos!” She answered haughtily, a little red in the face.

Harry opened his mouth clearly to protest again.

“Please Harry.” It was the third time she’d cut off anyone from speaking.

He sighed in defeat, “look, you go up and make sure Ron doesn’t follow. Once Neville brings me to Hermione, he’ll come get you.”

“Oh and Ron needs a babysitter now?” she raised one eyebrow.

“Well it very well looked like he was ready to curse me when I told him to stay put,”

“Or me!” Neville added.

“Or Neville. Either that or he’s gonna come follow, I left the map open on my bed. Just go please. I promise Neville will come back for you and he’ll stay with Ron, right mate?”

The Gryffindor gulped. He’d seen Ron angry, but when it had to do with Hermione it could only be described as next level.

“Right.” His voice came out a little shaky.

Ginny rolled her eyes, “don’t just stand there then! Hurry up!” She scolded, the girl turned and made her way to the boys dorms as the pair scurried in the other direction.

“Where is she anyway?” Harry breathed as they ran through the castle.

“A closet, a potions closet, I think? I heard her when I was walking back from the greenhouse.” Neville took a quick turn, “over here!” He hollered.

He stopped in front of the wooden thing, tentatively knocking on it. As Harry ventured closer he could hear the muffled cries.

“Hermione, I’ve brought Harry, he’s going to come in.”

No response.

Neville looked worriedly to the Boy-Who-Lived, “it’ll be fine Neville. Just get Ginny and stay with Ron please?”

The other boy nodded and ran back to Gryffindor tower.

Harry on the other hand, pushed open the door, finding Hermione as a crumpled piles of robes against a shelf with empty vials. In her hand, he notices a disheveled looking piece of parchment atop some black covered book she’d been reading for weeks.

“Hermione.” He calls out tentatively.

Her glassy eyes meet his and she seems to break down all over again, “oh Harry,” she moans, “it’s terrible! Just terrible.”

He slides his way against the shelf and awkwardly places an arm around her, to which she burrows into instantly.

“What is?” He asks softly.

“It’s my grandma, my parents have written me, she’s fallen very ill, they think she going to,” she chokes on the words, “to die!” The witch exclaims sadly.

Harry squeezes her a little tighter. He recalls Hermione mentioning a few times how close she was to her grandmother.

Of course, Ron knew that besides her parents, Hermione’s grandmother was the only one who knew she was a witch. She’d confided in the red haired boy that before Hogwarts she had no friends so she’d stay summers with her grandma at her house in the French countryside, but hadn’t been since she started doing holidays at The Burrow.

“I’m sorry Hermione. I’m so sorry.” With a war raging, he often forgets that people are still suffering in other ways.

“They’re traveling to France now, up to her house. She insisted on being comfortable if it happened. My parents, they don’t want me to come. To remember her like that.” She took a staggering breath, “they don’t know I’m not speaking to,” she can’t get his name out, “I haven’t told them I won’t be going to the Burrow for holiday and I can’t do that to them. Not now.”

Her body starts to shake with cries all over again, nothing but heaves expelling from the brunettes mouth.

“Can I read it?” Harry asks after she’s calmed a bit.

Hermione simply nods, moving the letter she had been grasping into his awaiting hand.

Everything she was saying had been confirmed on the parchment. Harry even shuttered a little at the last line.

‘We’ll write when we arrive. We love you, please do try and have a lovely holiday with the Weasley’s. Don’t be too sad.’

“I’ll just stay here. I can’t go.” Hermione said groggily, clearly have noticing Harry cringing beside her.

“Can’t go where?” Ginny’s voice breaks from the doorway

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thosebizzareserpents · 2 years

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If you still running with Rita wrote CC. What do think happened to her as result? The initial reaction and backlash?

Rita Skeeter critical acclaimed author was infamously known for her biographies of wizarding personalities. From the Lies and Life of Albus Dumbledore to the Dark side of the Demob.

Safe to say things had been under a dry spell after the fallout of Darkside of the Demob in 2014.

Why not try her hand at something different, branch out. Keep her readers captivated. Something shocking and dare say riskey.

An idea popped into the author's head. A What If and Fictionalized version and of the aftermath of the Second Wizarding War.

This venture however would come haunt the seasoned author to the end of her days.

At a business luncheon Astoria Malfoy (nee Greengrass) started to receive calls one after another.

Over fifty missed calls from her sister Daphne and several were from close friends and old housemates. There was even one from her mother-in-law's grandnephew.

Astoria excused herself and called her sister.

Daphne what's wrong?" Is everything alright." Astoria heard several colorful choice words on the other end. "THIS INSUFFERABLE BIT-

"Damn it the reception is so poor when I'm flying in this area."

Stori call me back - The call abruptly ended.

What in the world? Astoria went downstairs to the building's bookstore cafe. Displayed in the window was the release of a new book penned by Rita Skeeter.

Over the years Astoria had learned first hand about Skeeter's poison pen stories. She, her husband, and his former housemates were the subjects of many articles and tell-all biographies.

Pansy Parkinson : Vivacious to Wilted;

Daphne Greengrass : A of Life of Desirous Debauchery.

Stunning, Strait-laced and Subservient the Astoria Greengrass Story, just to name a few.

She raised an eyebrow and picked up the canary colored book. On the cover was a child inside a bird's nest.

After a while, Astoria closed the book and exhaled. No wonder the interns stared at her like she had sprouted multiple heads.

Astoria ordered another coffee, and returned her sister's call. She also made a few calls of own.

It was the subject of highlight at all the garden parties. Narcissa just happened to be in attendance of one.

"Dear Merlin and Morgana, did Bellatrix really do that, with You-Know-Who?

The Malfoy matriarch nearly jolted. She hadn't heard either name uttered in public in years.

Two guests approached her. She was bombarded with questions.

Bellatrix Lestrange have a secret child?

I mean Vol - Tom Riddle Jr. was the most feared dark wizard of our time but

"How could you let your sister do that in your own home?" Absolutely ludicrous!

Does your sister Andromeda know she has niece as well?

Narcissa choked on the tea she was drinking.

"I beg your pardon?"

"It's in Rita's latest novel. It's titled the Cursed Child. Sounds foreboding don't you think? "

"Here I have a copy with me." I simply haven't been able to put it down.

Narcissa snatched the book away and read up to the reveal of Delphini Riddle. She almost screamed, almost.

Narcissa apparated away with an audible pop.

"Andy!" "Andy!"

Andromeda Tonks looked out her living room window and what a sight she saw. Her younger sister was sprinting across her front lawn.

"Cissy? "

Andromeda's grandson Teddy and his girlfriend Victoire Weaslely quickly opened the front door.

Narcissa was out of breath. As she reached for the nearest chair.

She handed Andromeda the book.

Andromeda eyed it wearily.

Rita's gone too far."

Rita Skeeter had attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry the same time as the Black sisters. In fact Rita and Bellatrix were in the same year and shared a dormitory together in Slytherin House. She had known the late elder Black sister very well.

"Is it another one her biographies?" Victoire rolled her eyes.

"No." Mrs. Malfoy stared at the book as if she was trying to burn a hole in it.

Andromeda sat down at the kitchen table and began to read.

"Just what in the seven hells is this!? "

Teddy had never heard their grandmother speak like that.

Teddy eyes were wide with shock.

"Gran this is creepy. This Delphini character, blue and green hair, initially comes off as friendly and quirky?"

Andromeda and Narcissa stared at one another.

"It's tasteless is what it is."

"Was she going for a variation of the Delphinus constellation or the Delphinium flower?" Victoire pondered.

Teddy frowned.

Victoire immediately called her uncle Harry.

Narcissa shook her head." Lucius has been dead for eight years how could he possible steal a time tuner!"

"And Theodore I don't know where that child is or if he's even alive."

"Theodore?"

"Theodore Nott was a housemate of Draco's. No one has seen or heard from him since the Second Wizarding War ended."

Poor Scorpius what if he happens upon such rubbish?

Teddy gently patted their grandmother and grand-aunt on the back. "Does Draco have a mobile?"

"Astoria. My daughter-in-law does." Oh, oh Merlin.

Owls began to flock to the Diggory home. Amos Diggory almost faints at the letters. Florence Diggory contacts Cho Chang and Cedric's former quidditch teammates. Heidi Macavoy, Malcolm Preece, Anthony Rickett, Tamsin Applebee, Maxine O'Flaherty, and Herbert Fleet.

They gather in the Diggory living room with looks to kill.

Heidi is the first to speak. "She's completely lost her mind."

On the Hogwarts Express every single child that Trolley Witch, Madam Bon Bon Lovage passes scurries past her turning down treats.

Every car she visited someone burst into tears or shied away. A third year student snatched a first year away from approaching the cart. "Be careful the pumpkin tarts are dangerous." What if she grows claws like in the book!"

"Claws?" "What on earth?"

Madam Lovage visits her friends Ambrosius and Melita Flume the owners of Honeydukes and tells them what transpired.

"I don't understand Amb and Mel." In all my years I have never not made a sell. The children were absolutely frightened of me." They wouldn't even come near me. Their long time friend was on the verge of tears.

"Bon love, I think you might want to sit down for bit."

Padma was going over a new manuscript with her editor. Padma Patil was now young adult novelist. had written many successful YA and children’s novels.

"So I have to ask. How do you feel about Skeeter breaking onto the fiction scene.

"Really? That's frightening."

She even included you in her new book."

Wha- Hold on a moment.

Numerous voicemails and texts began to appear.

Her assistant pops her head in. "Um, your sister and husband are here."

Pavarti Patil and Cormac Mclaggen are livid.

During Herbology Club in Greenhouse 1, there was knocking and clamoring at the window.

Students had gathered outside anxiously waiting. One student in particular was Neville's godson Albus Potter. His wife Hannah Longbottom now the Matron of Hogwarts stood with them.

Professor! Professor! Professor Longbottom have you read Cursed Child!?

Someone named Cedric killed you!

This kid became a bloody Death Eater all cause he lost the Triwizarding Tournament

Hey Potter, isn't he the same kid your dad was friends with?

"He was in even in Hufflepuff!"

"That never happen!" Snapped Albus.

"Enough!" Hannah spoke sternly. "Everyone who isn't in herbology club please go where you supposed to now"

"Albus come with me."

"Hey Al!" Albus older brother James and cousin Rose were heading toward the greenhouse as well. Followed by their cousins Fred, Louis and Dominique.

"This absolutely insane, it's all everyone talked about in Potions class!"

"The whole school is talking about Dom."

Neville sent the first owl to Ginny.

Hannah and Neville chooses a weekend date for everyone to gather at the Leaky Cauldron from The Weasley-Potter clan, The Malfoys, Padma and Cormac, her sister Pavarti, several Dumbledore's Army members. Andromeda Tonks and Teddy Lupin

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Nothing she wrote is consistent with anything." Hermione flipping through pages of the book making notes.

"What do you propose we do Potter?" Draco his smooth hands through his hair. "Fucking ridiculous is what this is."

Ron "I agree with you there Malfoy. Bloody menace."

The gall she has to use our children! Padma was furious.

"I have a suggestion" motioned Astoria.

At the residence of Rita Skeeter, she is personally visited by two ministry officials with an Auror. They hand her a 40 page summons to the Wizengamot Offices from a ministry official.

Defamation-Libel Claim of Cedric Diggory (Amos and Florence Diggory)

Defamation-Libel Claim of Thedore Nott (Blaise Zabini)

Defamation-Libel Claim of Madam Bon Bon Lovage

Defamation-Libel of Padma Patil

Defamation-Libel of Astoria Malfoy

Defamation-Libel of Harry J. and Ginny M. Potter

Defamation of Prof. Neville Longbottom

Defamation-Libel of Hermione J. Granger and Ronald B. Weasley

The last was in a black envelope with bold white letters

Illegal Animagus Activity: UNREGISTERED!

Rita Skeeter was hit with a combination of the Bat Bogey Hex, Cornflake Jinx and the Knockback Jinx leaving the stunned author in the Wizengamot office by three unknown assailants. (Ginny, Astoria, Padma)

The courtroom is filled.

Unspeakable and author Saul Croaker is brought in to explain the correct function of Time Tuners.

Current Director of Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers Tamsin Applebee is brought the process of brewing the Polyjuice Potion.

Hogwarts Headmaster and Charms Master Filius Flitwick is brought in to explain the function of the Fidelus Charm.

Magizoologists Luna Lovegood and Rolf Scamander brough in a flustered Augurey who flew around the courtroom until it landed on someone's head or shoulders.

After a week of court proceedings

100% proceeds of the book went to several charities of choice.

A hefty fine of 300,000 galleon for illegal Animagus activity, house arrest and ten years probation. It was either that or serve ten years in Azkaban Prison. Rita took the latter.

The shoe was now on the other foot. Swarmed with reporters and photographers for every Wixen magazine and newspaper she used to write for.

The disgraced author was escorted to the entrance of her home by Hit-Wix. Blocking and reversal charms were placed to ensure she could not transform into her Animagus form.

What a disastrous turn of events. Financial ruined and reputation in complete shreds.

Rita stood outside on her terrace, when someone(s) caught her eye.

She was face to face with three women.

How was court?

"I must say. This is a quite cozy and inviting home." What quaint little garden."

Rita felt a chill go down her spine, she gripped the wand inside her purse.

Don't. You'd be dead before you can whisper or motion an incantation."

" Who are you?"

"Every other book you've written. You allegedly claim to have done extensive research."

"I for one am surprised by such bold ignorance and simply cannot excuse such blatant disrespect of our name and heritage."

"I ask again who are you?"

They ignored her question.

Euphemia, name sounds a bit tawdry no?

"Who was your inspiration for this character?"

"We have pretty good guess, but prefer to hear from your mouth."

This Euphemia becomes a wet nurse to an abomination by clinging to hope that she may receive some reward by the return of her former master.

Alternative universe indeed!

Rita closed her eyes.

"I -

To finally answer your question, my name is Rota Rowle and these are my relatives Sigrdrífa and Hrist Rowle.

We are the actual members of the Rowle Family.

"Judging by your expression, we aren't what you had imagined."

"Please indulge us Ms. Skeeter. We have a few questions and would like conduct an interview of our own."

#this book brought everyone together #to be continued #rita skeeter wrote the cursed child #i'm just throwing this out there #definitely a continuation of this #asks

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killthe-illusionarydreams · 3 years

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Ashes To Ashes

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: ‘Please could you write a Fred Weasley imagine where you’re inside the burrow when Bellatrix sets it on fire and Fred runs in to get you out?? Thank you, I’m really loving you writing!’ For anonymous

Ps- i havent read the books or seen the movies in a while so I kinda went w the time it was fleur & bills wedding & intergrated it w that, sorry if its not what u wanted but I did write Bellatrix’s attack in x

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Today was the big day. For today was the the day where Fleur & Bill were finally to be wed. For their celebration to erase war from anyones thoughts, today they were just two kids in love, not undercover Order Workers. Today they were simply girl & boy.

“Oi Y/N hurry up, Fleur’s asking for you” Ginny shouts practically breathless as she runs past your room, trying to find Hermione for the bride.

You pick up the gorgeous bouqet that earlier today you picked up from the florist for the woman and made your way downstairs into the living room. As you take a closer look, you notice something is off. Fleur was standing rigidly still, looking in the mirror unblinking.

“Fleur, darling, are you alright?”

The woman remained silent, Y/N had no idea what to do, she’d never seen her friend so paniced, so immobile. Ever since Y/N’s sixth year (after the Triwizard Tournament) the two kept in contact, maintaining a solid friendship with the other, who wouldve known that years later Fleur would join the family that you had already been apart of.

“Its okay to be nervous.” You sit beside the Frenchwoman “Just talk through it” grabbing her hand you pull her down to sit beside you.

“It’z all so scary Y/N. I love Bill, I really do, but what if he realises he doesnt feel the same about me and leaves me there?” She faces you, eyes glossed over

That caused you to frowm slightly “Bill loves you more than he loves life itself Fleaur, everybody knows that he’d do anything for you just to see you happy- not many can say that they have a person like that.” You smile lightly, thinking about your person. “You constantly say how much you love him, so if you stil feel that for him, theres no need to be scared of getting married-These are the normal pre wedding doubts, none of them are true. Besides, I’m sure if Bill tried to run away from such a gorgeous and talented person as you, Molly would raise havoc and go to the ends of the earth to get him back.”

Fleur looks up at you, smiling, but with stray tears going down her face “Thank you Y/N” she throws herself forward and hugs you “It’s just a big step & I’ve been so emotional lately because of-“ she hesitates

A look of realisation dawns on you and you beam, hugging her once more but tighter “You’re joking? Congratulations!” You give her a peck on the cheek “Does Bill know?” You queried as she shook her head

“Non, I only confirmed it a week ago. Please dont tell anyone Y/N.” She looks at you with pleading eyes and you vigorously nod

“Of course. I wont say a thing, this is your secret. But how about we start getting ready for your wedding hmm.”

As Y/N started to do Fleurs makeup, Hermione rushed in with the wedding dress that her and Molly had been making final adjustments to, Ginny was running around frantically trying to get all the guests in the right places and seats. Once commisioning your help to shout at a group of loiterers to leave the premises because they wouldnt listen to the red head girl. All in all, after many hours, Fleaur was ready.

“You look gorgeous.” Gabrielle beamed at her sister

“Stunning.”

“Ethereal.”

“I might just steal you from Bill” you wink and cause her to laugh and blow you a kiss “I’ll go get everyone ready, you still have plenty of time to relax.” Handing Gabrielle the bouqet, you rush out of the room, which proved to be quite difficult in heels. But bearing through the pain, you get outside and see rows and rows of the fragile golden chairs set on either side of the long purple carpet. The supporting poles to the gazeebo top were entwined with gorgeous white and gold flowers. As you look to where there was supposed to be an enormous bunch of balloons, you frown to see it bare.

“George!” You shout getting his attention “Wheres Fred? You were supposed to the balloons up ages-“ you feel strong arms pick you up and spin you around, making you let out a shriek of surprise, thankfully not loud enough to get the attention of the others

“I’m here my love, disposable at your command.” He purrs into your ear, sending chills down your spine

“Put me down asshole” you laugh and turn to face him, before you could manage to say anything you were taken aback at how he looked. “You got a haircut.” You stated plainly and ran a hand through his hair as he put his arms around your waist.

“Correction, George cut my hair when I wasnt paying attention so ‘people would be able to tell the difference between us’” he wrinkled his nose

You stare at him, dumbstruck “As if the hole on the side of his head wasnt enough.” Fred laughs and says thats what he said “I like it, it suits you.”

Fred grins and kisses you, “Lets face it Y/N you like anything when its to do with me.”

You roll your eyes and hum in agreement “Thats because I love you Fred. But I will seriously consider breaking up with you if you dont get the balloons up as you promised.”

Fred gives you a small peck & jumps back from you “I’m on it!” and runs over towards his brother to finally do what he had to. You smile at him, reminiscing at how you managed to fall in love with such an idiotic man, yet you could never wish for more. Fred Weasley was truly perfect.

Shaking your head you turn back to the guests that were not where they were supposed to be before shouting “Get to your seats and away from the food please! Thats for after the ceremony!” You swat their hands before adding “If you dont know where youre supposed to be, go to Hermione and Molly, they will tell you.” You motion to the pair before walking around to make last minute adjustments.

The wedding ceremony went beautifully, Fleur was walked down with her bridesmaids: Gabrielle & Ginny. When in sight, she rendered everyone breathless, she was ethereal, the most gorgeous a person could possibly look. Molly teared up from the get go at the sight of her eldest marrying, many more joined in when they said their vows. You could not believe that the day of your friends wedding had finally arrived. Throughout the entire sitting down portion of the ceremony, Fred was holding your hand and rubbing circles on it, an assurance that through everything you went through- you were still together- still alive.

The loud music was ringing through the field, dancing bodies surrounded you, but you paid them no mind, your main focus on Fred.

“Did I tell you how gorgeous you look Y/N?”

You laugh lightly as you sway to the beat “No, I must’ve missed it the other ten times you said it”

“Well you do, absolutely bewitching, are you sure you didnt use a love poition on me? I never knew feeling this was possible.” He jokes as he spins you

“Must be my natural charm and charisma that got you so captured Fred.”

“Must be.” He mutters softly looking into your eyes. Fred was completely besotted by you, more than anyone had ever seen him be, he just knew that Y/N was perfect. The way that she’d light up any room she walked in, the way that she’d never back down from a challenge, and just simply how she made him feel. Dear Merlin he loved the girl. “After this do you fancy going away for a bit?”

You look at him sceptically “Planning out your murderous fantasies are we?”

He laughs and shakes his head “You’re impossible. No, since the shops closed I thought we could go away somewhere before everything with the war kicks off, I want as much time with you as I can get.”

“Oh” you forgot that the wizarding world was on the brink of war “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that. But if you sneak George along i swear to Merlin I will live through my murderous fantasy & kill the pair of you.”

Fred chuckles again, before nodding “Promise, no George. I think he got an eyefull when he barged into our room without knocking.”

“Serves him right.” You mumble “I told him on multiple occasions to knock.”

The rest of the song died down and you stayed in Freds arms for a moment, before he was being wisked away to dance with Aunt Muriel, he held an awfully sour look as you giggled when she hounded on him to straighten his back, then saying that he was too tall.

“I’m a bit cold, I’ll go get a jacket then I’ll be right back” Y/N kissed his cheek & left to get back inside the burrow. Thinking nothing of it, she poured herself another drink, smiling to herself at how Fred would have to have another dance with Muriel. What an awful woman.

Unbeknown to the girl, a silver patronus intruded on the celebration to announce grave news. “The Ministary has fallen. The Minister of magic is dead. They are coming. They are coming.” Everyone scrabled to find their loved ones, to make sure that they were safe, but before Fred even had the chance to look for Y/N, everything burst into havoc. The gazeebo was now engulfed in flames, Death Eaters showing up everywhere to curse them.

“Y/N!” Fred shouted, frantically looking around for the girl “Y/N!”

He turned around and was greeted by a paniced Mr Weasley “Theres not much time Fred, I dont know where she is, you need to get to safety and leave. Now!”

Fred ignored his fathers protests and ran, dodging various spells being shot from either side. He had to find you, he had to know you were safe.

An abrupt crash jolts you back into reality, you get up to run and go outside but with a sudden ‘whoosh’ and black smoke- two Death Eaters appear infront of you.

“Shit.” You mumble & grab your wand, quickly dodging their spells you manage to knock one out & try to deal with the other. “You’re quite persistant-“ blue sparks shoot from your wand, the figure ran upstairs & you follow.

“And you’re associated with mud-blood scum!” A flash of green emerged from their wand that narrowly missed you, you grin

“You missed.” You kick a chair at the figure, momentarily distracting them to cast a spell “Stupefy! Petrificus totalus!” As the figure was knocked out & bound together, you walk over and spit out “Get a life, prick” snapping their wand in two.

In the middle of your fight, you had not noticed that the commotion outside had turned to an arsonists playground. looking through the window you call for Fred, hearing no response your heart stops, you leave the room & try to get down the stairs but now they were already engulfed by flames.

“Oh shit” you panic and shoot spells at it to stop the fire from spreading, but to no avail, it only got worse. Smoke was now clouding your vision, realising that if you were not to jump down you’d perish in this fire. Letting out a short breath, you hype yourself up for the leap of your life “You can do it Y/N. Come on” violetly coughing, you jump. Unfortunately landing a fair few stairs too high. Unbearable pain shoots up through your leg & you cry out in pain.

Sinking to the floor you couldnt even move, the pain in your arm and leg restricting you. This was it, this would be how you die. All alone, with no one to help you, no one to save you. In a burning house. Yet the only thought racing through your mind was ‘Is Fred safe’. Thankfully most of the fire was behind you, the staircase had completely gone up in flames however, the roof was begining to crumble down. A plank toppled down, narrowly missing you, but making the room next to you catch on fire.

As you were losing conciousness you hear a strained yell “Y/N!” You try to respond, but all that came out was a series of violent coughs “Y/N im coming, hang on!” You couldn’t see what was happening, i dont know if it was the thick cloud of smoke or the fact that you were breathing most of it in, but your vision blurred.

A faint figure emerged, breathless, trying to get through the flames & to you fast enough “Hey Y/N ive got you, im here.” You felt yourself being picked up & your body fell like a ragdoll. “Oh merlin dont die on me Y/N.” Was the last thing you heard before passing out.

The abrupt light and noise woke you up, yet you were unable to open your eyes, they were far too heavy for the little energy you had. Were you dead? Is this what death felt like?

“Stop pacing Fred, she’ll be fine.” You heard a voice say, however, unable to distinguish who it belonged to “shes a strong girl, the nurses said so.”

“Yeah they also said she’d wake up yesterday, so my apologies if I dont believe what they have to say.” He snapped

Fred. Oh yes, Fred. He came into the building to save you didnt he? So that answered your question of being dead. You were very much alive, but dear Merlin you were in unbearable pain.

“She’ll be up and about soon though? Her body was exhausted thats why shes sleeping so long right?” He continued, sounding unsure. Well if this is how they reacted to you passing out you wouldn’t want to know how theyd react if you died.

“And id appreciate it if I could sleep some more.” You croak out as you let your eyes open. Coming to face the whole clan of distressed red heads, Harry, Hermione & Fleur.

Fred snaps to face you and a look of relief washes over his features “Y/N” he whispers and rushes to your side hugging you “You’re okay. You’re alive. Thank Merlin.”

You try to chuckle, which abruptly turns into a wheze “I’m okay yeah, in a lot of pain but I’m fine.” Fred retreats from you, an apologetic look on his face.

“Come on kids lets give them some space.” Molly ushers everyone out of the room “I’m glad you’re okay Y/N” she sends you a smile and leaves the room for you and Fred to be alone.

Moments pass with Fred just looking at you with glassy eyes before he abruptly let out “You bloody scared me half to death!”

You motion for him to help you sit up “Oh I do apologise that me nearly burning in a fire scared you. I wasnt very happy about it either.”

Fred looks at you speachless, confused at how you can joke about it so soon. He remains quiet before letting out a big sigh and hanging his head into his lap “I thought I lost you.” He mumbles, barely loud enough for you to hear

“Hey, look at me.” You say and put his face into your left hand with the little energy you have “I’m okay, I’m alive. And so are you” he smiles faintly before you continue “Obviously as gorgeous as ever, so nothing irreversible happened.”

He laughs “Obviously.”

While in the room Fred filled you in on what happened, that after the Death Eaters showed up & they fought them off- Bellatrix Lestrange set fire to the burrow & he ran in to get you out. He told you that you passed out & that you had to be taken to St Mungos to treat your broken leg and the burn on your arm.

“The nurses said you were lucky to get out alive Y/N” he said lowly, not being able to bear the thought of your death.

“Im alive because of you Fred. Thank you.” You offer a weak smile “There were two Death Eaters in the house when it burned up-“

“Thats not on your concious to bear, Its on Bellatrix Lestrange.”

You nod, in all honesty you didnt feel bad that they perished in the fire- their downfall was their own undoing. But what was on your mind was the fire burn “When I’m better do you recon I’ll l have a cool badass scar?”

Fred shakes his head as he holds your hand, of course thats what Y/N is thinking about “‘course you will, It’ll become part of badass backstory.”

“Good” you mumble and close your eyes. After a long silence you relax back into your pillow, the sleeping draft & skelly-grow hitting you like a brick. You begin to mumble incoherent sentences

“Hey Freddie?”

He looks at your peaceful face, all calm against the pillow and responds “Yes my love?”

After a little pause of small mumbles, you ask “When I’m better, can we leave for our trip?”

“Whatever you want Y/N.” He smiles lightly & watches you drift off to sleep, hoping that ‘better’ would come along faster.

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Ahh okay hi! Omg this took so long to write, again sorry its not the actual bellatrix fire story, i jus forgot how it happened & when I remembered I wrote too much of it. <33

#slytherin #harry potter #hogwarts #hufflepuff #gryffindor #ravenclaw #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #draco malfoy #fred weasley x slytherin #fred weasley imagines #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley #fred and george #fred weasley x slytherin!reader #hermione granger #ron weasley

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pit-and-the-pen · 4 years

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Hiiii, you know I love angst so can I please request with prompts 22 and 45 from the angst list please? Happy or angst ending its up to you. Thank you!!

Dirty Little Secret “Which part of me wasn’t enough?”

“Would you hate me?”

Warnings; extremely brief mention of torture. Extremely brief mention of ‘Parental’ abuse. Briefly implied smut if you squint at the end.

Word count:5k

A/n: Just get ready. Honestly. I’m so sorry for how sad this about to be

taglist: @thoseofgreatambition @ickle-ronniekins @summer-writes @obsessedwithrandomthings @harrysweasleys: message me if you want to be added to taglist :)

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“For the last time. Please don’t call him my cousin” You pleaded as you sat in the Gryffindor common room surrounded by your friends. George and Fred sat closest to you as Harry was sitting in an armchair across the room, yet again complaining about whatever Malfoy was currently annoying him with.

“I mean he-” George started. You shot him a glare that instantly made him recoil from you.

“They pretend the Tonks name doesn’t even exist . Why should I claim them?” You muttered out under your breath.

“Come on, Y/n. we know you’re nothing like him.” George says, leaning over to give you a small peck on the forehead.

“But what if I was, even a little bit? Would you hate me?” Your voice wasn’t any louder than a whisper. He just frowned at you.

“You know what, I just remembered I have homework I need to do.” Pushing yourself off of the couch, you snatched up your school bag and headed out the portrait hole, needing to get out of the room. George just stares at the place you just were. He balls up a piece of paper and chucks it towards Harry.

‘Nice going. You upset her.” Fred piped up.

“You know how she gets whenever someone brings that up. Like just mentioning it enough will make her go bad.” George continued.

“I didn’t think she would react like that.” Harry said defensively. “I’ll apologize when she comes back later. Alright?” He obviously felt bad but there wasn’t much he could do about it now.

You had stayed in the library much longer than you planned. At first just using it as an excuse to leave the common room, but you suddenly realized how much work you had been avoiding. Your last year was not a piece of cake at all. Umbridge constantly looming over you didn’t make things any better. Quickly shoving all of your work into your bag, you ran back to the common room to make sure you didn’t get caught out after hours. The last thing you needed was another detention with the toad.

Much to your surprise, the group was still sitting in the same position you left them in. A few have dozed off, including George. Stretched out across the couch while Fred was reading some book you couldn’t see the cover of. When you walked back through the opening, a few of them flicked their eyes over to you.

Fred hit George’s shins and he woke with a start. “She’s back” is all he said to Gerorge. With that, you notice him give Harry an expecting look. Harry cleared his throat, getting your attention.

“Hey I wanted to say sor-” You held up your hand. Not wanting to bring up the subject again.

“Don’t worry about it.” He tried to argue it further but you just shook your head. He seemed to get the hint that you didn’t want to talk about it anymore and let it drop. You walked over to the couch and leaned down to give George a small kiss.

“Go to bed.” You mumbled to him with a small laugh, noticing how he was already falling back asleep.

“Why would I do that when you’re down here?” He said, eyes seeming to be closed. Suddenly his arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you down onto the couch with him. You let out a small scream in surprise.

“Get a room!” Fred shouted at the pair of you. This caused the few people who had fallen asleep to wake up.

“We already have one. What would you call this?” George joked back, leaving small pecks all over your face and neck as you laughed. You managed to swat him off of you and stood up, straightening your uniform.

“Well with that amazing display. I think I’m going to bed.” You were breathing heavy and laughing. That was one of the things you loved most about George. He never let you go to sleep anything but perfectly happy. He gives you one more big sloppy kiss, much to the displeasure of the rest of the room, before he also heads up to bed. You should have known things were too good to last.

The next morning, you, George and Fred walked down to breakfast together like normal. There was an eerie hush that seemed to be over the great hall. It felt like walking into a brick wall with how much tension was in the room.

“What’s everyone on this morning? Umbridge drop a new decree?” You asked Lee as you sat down at the table.

“Take a look.” He responded while throwing this morning's edition of the Prophet in front of you. George and Fred both peered over your shoulder as your face dropped.

MASS BREAKOUT FROM AZKABAN

The heading read. Displayed on the front was a picture of none other than Bellatrix Lestrange, seeming to be trying to bite whoever had the displeasure of taking her picture. You threw down the paper and suddenly felt sick to your stomach.

“Hey.” George said, grabbing your arm as you turned to stand up. Right as you were about to pull your arm out of his grasp, you noticed your family's large silvery owl swooping down. You caught a letter that was dropped down to you and it flew out of sight. Probably to the owlery.

Immediately, you noticed your mother's large loopy handwriting on the outside. Still standing, you ripped open the envelope and read the letter.

“I am sending Nympthadora to Hogwarts to talk to you. Go to Dumbldores office the moment you receive this. - Love mom.”

Your breath seemed to get caught in your chest. Why did your sister need to come to school? Did they think you knew something about the breakout? If anyone needed to be questioning Malfoy. And even that would be a stretch. You looked around and noticed George was staring intently at you. Silently asking you if you were okay, his hand still wrapped around your arm.

“I..I have to go.” Was all you could manage to sputter out.

“Are you okay?” His voice was full of concern.

“I don’t know. I’ll talk to you later okay?” You grabbed his hand and gave it a tight squeeze before grabbing your bag and all but running out of the great hall.

On your way to the headmasters office, you ran into Professor McGonagall.

“Ah Tonks.. I was just heading to the great hall to look for you.” She eyed the letter in your hand.

“I see you got the letter. Very well, follow me.” You were getting more scared by the second. Never in all your years at Hogwarts have you been in Dumbledore's office. To say you were terrified was an understatement.

“Sherbert Lemon.” McGonagall said when you approached the gargoyle outside of his office. She waved her hand for you to go up and you had expected her to leave, instead she followed behind you. On the way up you started going over in your mind everything you had done lately. Nothing you could think of warranted all of this.

Once you got to the top of the staircase, you heard a few voices talking rather loud and fast. You couldn’t make out anything, only that one of the voices was from your sister. You froze instantly, not wanting to deal with whatever was happening ahead.

“Go on.” McGonagall sighed when she noticed you paused. You stepped into the large round room that was the main part of Dumbledore’s office and the few people in the office looked up. Along with your sister, Remus was with her.

“Y/n!” She called out and ran to give you a giant hug. You haven't seen her since the summer and if you weren’t as scared as you were, you would have been more excited.

“We’ll have time for that later, Tonks.” Remus said in a tense voice. She let go but stayed by your side.

“Well. We shouldn’t wait any longer to tell you. I bet you’re wondering why you’ve been called up here?” Dumbledore asked you. You had suddenly lost your voice and could only nod.

“You aren’t in any trouble. But that is all the good news I have, I’m afraid.” He paused and gave you a smile that didn’t seem to reach his eyes. “With the recent breakout from Azkaban, Andromeda decided it was time to tell you the truth. Tonks? Do you want to be the one to tell her?” When he said that, Tonks grabbed your hand and gave it three little squeezes, the two of yours sign for ‘I love you’. She cleared her throat

“This really isn’t easy to tell you. Okay.” She took a deep breath and turned to you. “A few years before Bellatrix went to Azkaban. The family discovered she had a child. The only problem was no one knew where they were. Then she was arrested and that’s when they found..Found you.”

Suddenly you felt very light headed. You had to have heard her wrong. Tonks had said they found you.

“You had been obviously neglected. Stuck in a small nursery and looked after by only a few house elves. That’s when mom agreed to take you in. Narssica and Lucius were still under heavy suspicion to be working with you-know-who and didn’t need more connections to that side, plus she had only just had Draco. The decision was made not to tell you because she was never really a mother to you. And up until last night, we never thought she would be out of Azkaban.” She looked at you, her eyes suddenly full of tears. She was expecting you to say something but your brain had suddenly stopped functioning. You could only stare at her blankly.

“The reason why we’re telling you this now, y/n” Remus started. You had forgotten he was there up until he spoke. Your eyes flickered over to him. “Is, since you are of age now, the order is concerned she might come and collect you.” That seemed to do the trick.

“And do what?” Your voice was tiny.

“We don’t know. We know Voldemort lost a large amount of followers so maybe to try to recruit you.”

“I would never do that!” You interrupted. He held his hand up to stop you.

“We all know that. You’ve been interested in the order since this summer. We’ve all seen it. But she isn’t known for playing fair. We just need you to be on guard.” He seemed to sag down after saying this, as if a great weight was placed on his shoulders.

“We just want you safe. If mom didn’t think it was better for you to know, we wouldn’t tell you. But everyone decided it’s better to hear it from people who love and care about you then hear it from her if she got the chance.” Tonks’s voice was soothing. Or at least it should have been but you were still numb from shock. She grabbed the sides of your face.

“Don’t think for a second that this changes anything. You’re still my sister and I still love every bit of you.” When she said that, it broke whatever you were holding onto and tears started falling from your face. You vaguely processed the others shifting out of the main room.

“I know your head is probably going to a million different places at once. But this doesn’t change the way anyone looks at you.” She said.

“Did everyone know?” You managed to get out between sobs.

“Everyone that needed to know, knew. All of the Order. But again, no one looks at you any differently.” You nodded. Whipping away the tears as you started to calm down. It didn’t change anything. But that nagging voice in the back of your head only shouted all of your worst fears at you. You’re no different. Evil is in your blood, not just your family tree. If you’re her kid, then some of the worst blood is in you too.

“Are you okay?” Tonks asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“As okay as I can be.” You say with a slight laugh. You wipe away a few more tears and give her a small smile.

“You can write to me if you need anything. Even just to talk okay. Anything you need.” She says as she gives you another big hug. This time, you squeeze her back until someone else clears their throat.

“I do hate to say it but we have to leave.” Remus chimed in. Tonks gave you a look and you nodded.

“Okay. Seriously write me if you need anything.” Tonks says as Remus grabs her hand. The two of them leave in a ploof of green fire.

“Well if that’s all, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, I’ll leave.” You say, your mind still playing catch up. McGonagall gives you a sad look and they both say goodbye as you walk out of the office as fast as you can while still being polite.

You all but run back to the Gryffindor common room trying to beat the tears threatening to start up again. You barely make it back to your bed before you started crying. Everything you had been scared about fresh in your mind. There really was nothing good about you in the end. How you ended up in Gryffindor was suddenly all you can think of. After a little bit you had cried yourself out to the point of falling asleep.

It must have been a couple hours, you woke up with a start as the image of you in dark black robes burned out of your mind. The sky was just getting dark, making the dorm pink with the sunlight. When you walked up to the sink near your bed, you saw how puffy and red your face was. Sighing, you splashed some cold water on your face before you walked out into the common room.

“Y/n!” George bellowed when he saw you. “There you are. You disappeared earlier and I haven’t seen you since.” His face fell when he noticed your face. “What’s wrong.” He whispered when you sat down next to him. Of course he would be able to tell right away something was off. You shook your head.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now.” And surprisingly he dropped it. You really did want to tell him but not in the crowded common room.

Days went by and you kept coming up with ways to avoid the topic. It was always the wrong time, it was too crowded, someone interrupted you.Umbridge's rule of boys and girls not being within six feet of each other is also not helping at all. You can’t tell if it was a good thing or not at this point. The longer you went without telling him the more nervous you got, having already come up with a million different ways he’ll react.

You haven't meant for it to just come tumbling out. Not like that, not in the mean, clipped tone that it did. The two of you stood facing each other, eyes wide and round. He took a second to process the words you had just shouted at him.

“This is a sick joke right?” His words make your world shatter. You suddenly can’t find it in yourself to meet his eyes as you shake your head.

“You..You didn’t think this was important to tell me?” He ran his hands through his hair. “Did you really only just find out? Or have you been lying to me this whole time?” You flinch a little at his tone.

“I only just found out the other day. I promise I didn’t li-”

“You know what.” He started, interrupting you. “I don’t even want to hear it. You swear up and down youre so much different from the rest of your family. And I believed it because I mean, look at Tonks. Look at who I thought was your family. But her?” He spat out. “How can you look at Neville ever again? How can you sit in the same common room as him and just pretend everything is okay?” You felt the tears run down your face. No one looks at you any differently. Tonks’ words from the other day echo in your head. You knew she had been wrong. The only person whose opinion of you really mattered saw you from what you really were.

“I’m still me.” You manage to say in between sobs. “I’m still the same person you fell in love with. George please.” You grab at his robes as he starts to leave the room.

He freezes and looks at where your hand grabbed him, like it burned him, like it made him dirty.

“That’s the worse part.” Was all he said as he pried your hands off of him and gave you a little shove backwards. The action taking you by such shock, you almost lost your balance. You started up at him wildly, tears streaming down your face. A sob of his name left your lips but you could barely understand it and he was already gone. You sunk to your knees. “Which part of me wasn’t good enough?” You screamed at nobody in particular. You never made it back to the common room that night.

You also never got another chance to smooth things over. To explain to him the way you had planned. The twins set off their bound-to be-infamous fireworks display the next day and they were gone.

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You didn’t know why you came. A small part of you deep down knew why. It had been so long since you had been wanted. Since someone had asked you to be a part of anything. The halls of the manor were as cold as you remember. The few times you had come here as a small child played in your head. Back when the Malfoys were still trying to prove they were good by letting you come over. You now realized it was because you fell into what they deemed worthy of being in the house, and that’s why Tonks haven't been invited.

Narcissa was still leading you through the house when you seemed to come to your senses. What the hell were you doing? You didn’t want to be in the house. You wanted to be at the burrow with Fred and George. They don’t want you, remember? He could see what you really are.

You ignored the voice and focused on how the hallways never seemed to end. The small shadows of house elves scurrying out of your way was enough to make you sick.

“In here.” Narcissa said when you got to a random room. You took a deep breath before she suddenly grabbed your arm.

“Think about what you’re doing. Think very hard. Say the word and I’ll let you turn around right now and no one will know. But walk in there and I can’t help you.” She was dead serious. The voice of a concerned person. It warmed you a little bit.

“I just want to talk to..to her.” You say as convincingly as you can.

“It’s your life. I’m damned one way or another. You on the other hand, you have a choice.”

“And right now I’m choosing to try and talk to her. I’ll figure it out from there.” She seemed to sag down but composed herself and announced something to the room. You heard a high pitch laughter that chilled you to your spine. She nodded to you and put a should- be- comforting hand on your back as you walked into the room.

You swear the temperature dropped ten degrees as you walked in. The bedroom was big, like a cavern. A high ceiling with very little furniture in contract to the sheer size of it. A small part of you was surprised to see a bed, thinking hanging from the ceiling like the bat she was, would have been more appropriate.

“Hi, mom” You said in a dead voice and her laughter echoed off of the walls. High pitched and nailing you to the floor.

“So they told you after all. How sweet.” Her voice didn’t match her appearance. It was a soprano baby voice, that was almost worse than the gravelly voice you thought she would have.

She stood up and walked closer to you. Every inch of your body was screaming to run but you wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. Eventually she was standing right in front of you. Her hand reached out to twirl a piece of your hair.

“Now why did you really come here? I hope you’re smart enough to know I’m not going to start singing you lullabies.” That seemed to be the very question you were asking yourself now. Why had you come? A deep part of you just wanted to have a normal family. Bellatrix was far from that.

She suddenly grabbed your left arm. “Could it be something to do with this? I don’t think the Dark Lord has sunk low enough to need someone raised like you were though.” She looks over to her sister who is still standing in the corner of the room, tense as a board. “What do you think Cissy?” She says with a slight pout.

“No.” You said, shaking your hand out of her grasp. “I needed to come here to see what I’m not. I was so afraid of becoming like you, even before I knew, I had to see. And you know what I learned?” You suddenly felt brave. Like everything had finally clicked into place.

“Aw. What would that be?”

“We make our own choices.” Your next moves were very calculated. You had a few seconds at best as you pulled your wand out of your cloak.

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Every part of your body hurt. Like you had been in a particularly nasty game of quidditch. You went to open your eyes but instantly shut them at the pain that radiated through your skull.

“Just let me see her.” A voice called from outside of the room you were in.

“Why? So you can hurt her even more? George just leave it. She’s not even awake yet.” You recognized the voice as Tonks. Wait if she said George, does that mean? You peak your eyes open just a tiny bit and notice the familiar surroundings of the burrow. How did you end up here? You didn’t remember a lot past the first move. Everything had gone by so fast.

The door clicked open then shut and you heard, who you assumed to be, Tonks huff. You tried to sit up a little bit.

“Oh. You're up!” She was at your side in a second. “If you weren’t so banged up I would beat you right here.” Her voice held no malice despite her words.

“Do you want to tell me what the hell happened?” She all but screamed.

You winced at the volume but tried to sit up a little more. She helped you prop up on a pillow.

“Well.” Your voice was raspy. “I..I don’t know what I was thinking.” You had never felt more stupid in your life. What did you expect to happen? You took a deep breath and told Tonks as much as you could remember. She just stared and you blankly. Looking for something to say. All of a sudden you found arms wrapped around you.

“You are such an idiot. Do you know that?” Her voice shook with tears. “I guess that explains some stuff too.” She seemed to be talking to herself. “God I could kill that boy right now.”

“You came here in the middle of the night, bleeding. Half conscious. It was a miracle you were even able to apparate in the state you were. Molly was able to patch you up but you might have a few scars.” She paused. “Well, one really.” With that she pulled up your left sleeve and your heart sunk.

“It’s not what you think. She started the process but didn’t finish it.” You stared at the bumped skin that was clearly a hastily carved dark mark. Looking at that hurt more than anything. Sure it wasn’t the real thing, you needed to fully commit to be able to get one and from what you’ve heard, it’s not a pleasant experience. Knowing you have any bit of that on your body makes you fight the urge to be sick. Tonks rubs your shoulder.

“I’ll give you some time to process everything.” She gives you a quick peck on the forehead and closes the door softly behind her.

You start to drift off when there's a small knock and the door creaks open just a crack. You’re half expecting it to be Tonks. But in all reality, the face you’ve wanted to see the most since that awful day greets you.

He awkwardly stands in the entryway of the door. You can’t meet his eyes, but move over slightly to show he’s welcomed to sit on the bed. The only thing he does is shift his body weight so he’s leaning against the wall directly across from the bed, and gives the door a soft nudge close.

The silence hangs heavy in the air. All the words you’ve wanted to say hang on the tip of your tongue, you try to hold them back. For once, his face is unreadable as you finally look up at him. You threaten to melt on the spot right then and there, realizing immediately you haven’t lost an ounce of love for this man. If anything, from the dull throb in your chest, you probably love him more somehow.

A deep sob touches your ears and you suddenly realize he’s crying.

“George.” You start but he holds up a hand.

“This is all my fault.”He walks towards the bed and sits down in the space you gave him. “Tonks just came down and chewed me out”

“She-” Once again he interrupts you.

“I deserve it. I explained to her what happened because the plan was for you to leave Hogwarts with us that day. That’s what I had even dragged you into that room to tell you.” He laughed a little, not his usual laugh, this was stiff and cold.

“I was stupid enough to let my own prejudices get in the way of everything that I felt.” He started.

“I don’t blame you” Your voice was small. You were fighting back tears at seeing how upset he was.

“No. See that’s the issue.” He grabbed your hands and looked at you for the first time. “I made you think that you were different. Unloveable to the point where you felt like you had to go to Death Eaters to feel like you belonged. I regretted what I said the moment I had time to think clearly.” He took a deep breath. “I was so angry at the idea of it, I never thought to think of how you might be feeling. You never seemed so afraid of me as when I got mad at you. Merlin” He took a deep breath. “I would rather die than ever see that look on your face, let alone know that I put it there.” He moves one of his hands to your cheek, wiping a tear with his thumb in the process. “I love you more than anything y/n. I was a stupid git and I’m more sorry than you can ever imagine. I don’t deserve you accepting my apology but I’m here if you still want. I’m here no matter what.” His words took a few seconds to sink in.

“You know what I realized?” You said after a few seconds of silence. His face showed he was taking in every word you said. “I was so afraid of becoming like the rest of my family, I never stopped to think that I had a choice in it too. I could never be like them because I’m not them. I mean look at Sirius. If he can be raised in that family and still be as good as he was.” You paused. “I’m good because I want to be. Because there is nothing that is black and white. And most importantly I am not my mother.” George just stayed silent. You took another deep breath.

“You hurt me more than I can ever explain. And I do still love you. I love you more than anything in this world.” You smiled. “But boy do you owe me a lot of kisses to make up for this.” George sat still for a couple seconds, fully processing your words. Then a giant smile formed on his face. His arms wrapped around you and ripped you up from the bed. Spinning you as you yelped it pain.

In an instant, his lips crashed to yours, swallowing whatever sound you made. He was everywhere all at once. Hands gently exploring and your hands fused into his hair. He touched a spot that made you wince particularly hard and he separated from you just the slightest bit.

“Marry me.” He said, panting. You laughed, a fuller laugh than you had in months. “I’m serious. I should have asked you that day.” You just wrapped a hand in his hair.

“After all of this is over. I just might take you up on that offer Weasley.” He smiled once again before reconnecting your lips. You ignored the pain. After all, he had a lot to make up for.

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acrylics and watercolors | g.w

You grew up in a world that left you untouched by the fear that came with the second wizarding war, guarded by your pureblood status and parents that subtly provided Voldemort their support. Arriving at Hogwarts only fed your obliviousness, being a place that allowed you to hide away in an abandoned classroom, and paint until your hands ached. Your enchantment with the ability to create life with acrylics and watercolors kept you blind to the war stirring amongst the world.

Your obliviousness and privilege left you ostracized by the students of Hogwarts, specifically those who were preparing to die fighting for what's right. You couldn't grasp it, especially since your parents told you that the upcoming war was a conspiracy, but it never left you bitter. You were too in love with the feeling of a brush sliding across a canvas to bother with sneering Gryffindors.

You were in love, and not even a war could break you out of it. At least, until the war came full force, tearing apart your family and wrecking Hogwarts, your home. You had never thought about the legacy you would leave behind- not like the other students were had showed up on May 2nd- but you hoped that yours would make you smile.

You survived May 2nd, scarred but alive. Surviving meant more to you than you expected, eliciting something in you that you didn't know you had. You wanted to use your love for painting to do something grand- to honor everyone who didn't make it to the end of the war. So, you did what you did best.

You painted until your eyes stung, and your hands cramped. You perfected the smile on Colin Creevey's face, the curl of Lavender Brown's hair, the scars on Remus Lupin's cheeks, and the freckles on Fred Weasley's hands. You spent endless nights attempting to bring life to canvas until you finished, 363 days after you started.

363 days later, with calloused hands and stained fingernails, you marched into Hogwarts and started to hang them up outside the Great Hall. You didn't slow down when Filch began to scream at you or when crowds of students surrounded you. You only slow down when McGonagall joined you, grabbing a few nails and hanging up a portrait of Tonks and Lupin.

And now, you stood before the gallery of art you created, watching as the enchanted portraits talked amongst each other lovingly on the day where it all ended.

Most of the visitors were out by the memorial, but you stuck staring at the portraits, wondering what their lives would have been if they lived outside of their frames. The thought haunted you, but not as much as the idea they all left someone behind.

"I- I wanted to say thanks," a voice whispered, snapping you out of your melancholy thoughts.

"What for?" you asked, turning to look at the redhead. You had recognized him the minute you caught a glance at an oddly-placed freckle on his hand. George Weasley. The twin of the person who was the hardest to paint.

"For making him laughing," the redhead responded simply, admiring the way his brother's eyes crinkled softly. "You could've made him all sad, like some of the Hogwarts portraits, but you made him lively."

You shrugged your shoulders, wrapping your arms around your torso. "Fred was-was the most difficult to draw," you admitted. "I have thousands of sketches of him- some with you, some with a beater's bat- but this was the best."

"I don't think we even have a picture better than that portrait," George replied. "If Fred were-if he were here, I reckoned he'd be as sorry as I am."

You let out a quiet chuckle, wondering what the redhead could mean. "Don't, George. I should be the one saying sorry, and we both know that. I pretend the war wasn't coming, and I-I didn't even know which side to fight on at first."

"You made the right decision, though," George reasoned, forgetting his apology at your words. "I saw you, you know. I saw you fighting Bellatrix alongside Ginny, Hermione, and Luna. You choose the right side, and that's all that matters."

"You may believe that, but I think I still have some more pleading for redemption. These paintings helped, though. You know, staring at these people who were brave and good from the start in the eyes. It was-"

"Nice of you, especially since you didn't have to do it. You could have just walked away and healed on your own."

"I was going to say cathartic," you chuckled.

"Sorry, I've been out of the finishing sentences game for a while," George joked half-heartedly. "I miss Fred."

You stayed silent, possible ways to answer running through your mind. "I miss Fred, too. I miss all of them. I didn't know any of them personally, but I know there's a hole in our lives without them."

"He would have liked to know you personally- they all would have. Tonks, especially, would have liked you," George respond, turning to look down at you. "I didn't get to finish before. I'm sorry that Fred and I spread rumors that you were a stuck-up, rich, death eater's bride-to-be."

His words brought a smile to your face, despite the grimness of the day and solemnness of the conversation. "You two were the ones who told everyone that?" You asked, shaking your head at the red-faced guy beside you. "I thought it was Ron- he always stared at me oddly."

"Ickle-Ronniekins? He didn't have that much reach- not that I am proud of how quickly we spread the rumors."

"Okay, Mr. Popular, no need to rub it in," you huffed with faux-annoyance. "No matter how much reach you had- the rumors never bothered me. I was too wrapped off in the idea of running away and painting in Italy-"

"I'm glad you didn't. I like the idea of Fred annoying Filch for the rest of Filch's life," George interrupted.

"You can go over and talk to his painting if you want. It should be a lot like talking to him if he were here. McGonagall placed the enchantment on all of the paintings," you stated, noticing George kept glancing at Fred's portrait.

"I-I don't know if I can, to be honest," George sighed, fumbling with something in his hand. "It took me so long to get out of bed after he- he left, and I don't know if I could leave if I started talking to him."

"He's not really your Fred, George. He is just a portrait," you spoke softly, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "He's acrylics with a watercolor background. Your Fred was much more than that, and he'll be with you outside of Hogwarts. Besides, I can make a portrait for your shop, and then he can visit."

"You'd put all that time in again to paint him for a joke shop that isn't even open?"

"It'll be open again one day, and it'd be a nice piece to remind new customers how it began," you shrugged. "Now, go talk to the portrait, Weasley. I command you too."

You gave the redhead a reassuring smile when you began to turn on your heels back towards the memorial. "Stay with me," George stated, grabbing your wrist gently.

"As long as you need."

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winters-cursed-king · 4 years

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Some People Pay- Chapter 1

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: The first term holidays were never going to be good for Sirius. Provoking Lucius Malfoy at a pureblood gathering made them even worse and McGonagall might be slightly concerned

Tws: Child abuse, physical abuse, violence, implied/referenced self harm, blood, torture, bullying (?)

Fake Your Death Series || Read On AO3 || Chapter 2

Sirius pushed the box of blades shut, taking in deep breaths. Blood trickled slowly down his forearms, but he couldn’t work out what was from the cuts lining his wrists and what was from his shoulders.

The letter shook in his hands, words blurring together as he tried to read it.

Good evening Sirius,

I hope your holidays have gone well and you are well refreshed for your second term at Hogwarts.

The uniform you gave me has been placed back in your dorm, alongside all your books. As per request, I have asked the house elves to avoid your bed however I expect it to still be kept tidy.

I would remind you there is a transfiguration essay due in on the first Friday back and if you are having any issues please come see me for help.

On the train back, I will be in compartment three. There is something that came out of the bag you gave me that I would like to talk about.

Regards,

Professor McGonagall

His hands shook harder as he folded the letter up, the paper scraping against his fingers as blood blotted the edges.

Pushing himself up off the wall was more difficult than he’d expected. His legs were weak under him, shaking and betraying him, and he almost tripped several times while trying to remove the false brick from the wall.

Carefully, he tucked the letter into the matchbox alongside the one from James. It was worn out, carefully wrapped in tissue paper. Hidden alongside his wand and the notes Remus, James, and Peter had written to him in class.

Slotting the fake brick back over the hole, he pulled the dress shirt off the rack, trying not to cough as dust was scattered across the room.

He buttoned it up slowly, hair pins in his mouth. He was careful not to pull too hard on the fresh cuts as he fixed the cuffs.

As he pushed his feet into the dress shoes, he pulled down the mirror. He had a blackeye, and his lip was slightly swollen, but it’d be fine.

He fixed the last pin in his hair. The bun was not messy enough to call it attention to it, but just messy enough to be a statement of rebellion.

He could feel the footsteps from the crowds downstairs and the voices discussing every piece of latest gossip. It rattled the black iron railing that ran down the halls and made the doors creak and shudder.

The staircase was long, and windy, and in full view of anyone in the ballroom. He could see the guests floating around in the candlelight, whispering to each other. He knew most of them by name, and all of them by deed. He could see Lucius showing off something on his arm, and Bellatrix carefully adjusting the hem of her skirt.

It took everything he had to stop his hands from shaking. He gripped the railing as he stood at the bottom of the stairs, eyes scanning for the safest corner to hide in.

How Lucius managed to cross the room in the span of milliseconds, Sirius would never know.

“If it isn’t our little blood traitor,” Lucius sneered.

Lucius was taller than him and broader than him and older than him. His white hair was pulled back off his face, held in place with a slytherin clip, and his fingers were dripping with rings.

“Fuck off.”

Lucius caught Sirius’ wrist, nails digging in deep, stepping closer and closer. “What did you say to me, runt?”

“I told you to fuck off. Go suck a dick or something.”

There was an art in keeping a cocky grin on his face. A sort of rhythm in the way he ignored the irregular beating of his heart and focused his eyes squarely on Lucius’ cold ones.

Lucius twisted his arm back, pushing him up against the railing of the stairs. It pressed against the cuts on his wrists and sent fresh flames of agony through his shoulders and back. On such an awkward angle, he couldn’t even stand up straight.

He leant in and whispered against Sirius’ ear, fist tightening around his wrist. “Do you want me to show you what we do to blood traitors?”

Sirius kicked at Lucius’ shins. “Get off me, you jerk. I’m not in the mood.”

“Oh, Lucius,” Andromeda draped her arms over his shoulders. “Don’t you have better things to be doing?”

She had a fading bruise under her cheek bone, and her eyes were tired. Brown hair had been gathered meticulously into a silver bun net and her fingers were worn.

Lucius shrugged her off, digging his nails in deeper until he drew blood.

But he didn’t even look at her.

She gave Sirius an apologetic look, but walked off, her fingers twirling the loose strand of hair.

The punch hit Sirius in the chest before he even saw it.

“Fucking mudblood lover,” Lucius snarled. “Do you really want to make a mockery of us?”

“You do that just fine by yourself.”

Another blow caved Sirius’ stomach in.

He didn’t get a chance to breath before Lucius’ wand was pointing under Sirius’ chin, digging in sharply.

Pain burst through his body. It twisted patterns, igniting every bruise and cut. It laughed and snarled, biting at his skin and gnashing at his bones. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to focus on anything but Lucius’ grin and the pain that ran through his bones.

“Oh Lucius!” Sirius’ mother fawned. “I couldn’t find you anywhere. How long has it been?”

The wand left Sirius’ throat instantly, and his wrist was released. But the pain wasn’t gone. His mother’s voice kept everything on edge- fists clenched, heart racing.

“Far too long, I’m afraid,” Lucius sidled. “I haven’t seen you since the end of school last year.”

Sirius’ breath caught in his chest. He couldn’t open his eyes, they wouldn’t work for him and he couldn’t make them. They were fixed firmly shut, unwilling to cooperate. He could feel his hands shaking and he hated it. He couldn’t show weakness. Especially not here.

His mother slapped him across the face, nails digging into his skin.

His vision was blurry. His mother’s pearls seemed to reflect the too bright light, her black netting obscuring his view of the room. Her snake headed cane tapped against the marble floor.

“What took you so long? Do you exist to ridicule me?”

“I couldn’t bring myself to watch whatever scene you were making,” he shrugged.

He regretted the words as soon as they were out of his mouth. He was tired, and sore, and school started again in a couple of days.

Lucius’ smug smile said it all.

“I should’ve locked you up in the attic,” she growled lowly. “Be grateful I’m too kind to do what I should’ve. If you had any parent but me you wouldn’t be here, you can bet on that.”

“I don’t want to be here.”

“Do you want a taste of what responsible parents do to their blood traitors?”

The head of her cane hit just under his chin, tilting his head up slightly.

He raised his chin to look her in the eyes, words turning bitter and painful before he spoke them. “How bad could it be?”

The cane sent a sharp burst of pain across his chin, hitting his split lip. He could taste blood, feel it trickle down his chin.

He didn’t even have time to focus on it. Time and time again his mother’s rings scraped across the skin of his cheek, drawing blood, and the cane sent bruises blossoming across his body.

She stayed detached, upright, observing with cold eyes. Sometimes he thought it’d be better if she yelled or screamed or snarled.

He fell into the routine he’d perfected over the years. Taking shallow breaths, keeping his eyes fixed on the floor, biting his lip to keep the tears from forming.

The room was spinning around him in a blur of light when the blows stopped. It took all of his willpower to stand up straight and look his mother in the eye.

He could feel everyone’s eyes on him. He could see Cygnus nodding in approval, and Lucius’ smug, aloof grin.

The only one looking away was Andromeda. She was staring at the ground, hands shaking in her lap, whispering something to Regulus.

But he wasn’t listening.

He was watching Sirius with wide eyes and fists clenched around his robes. His chest was rising and falling jaggedly, with the trained restraint of someone who couldn’t show fear.

Sirius caught his eyes, trying to fix his face into an easy going, reassuring smile. Everything was going to be ok.

But Regulus looked away, his face quickly going blank.

Sirius leaned back against the railing, ignoring the shots of pain from the not quite healed gashes on his back, and laughed as best he could through the raspiness.

“Is that all you’ve got, you old bat?”

Shots of pain pressed against the skin of his wrist, carving patterns and letters he couldn’t bring himself to look at. Bursts of purple and red cut through his mind, blocking out his vision entirely, and he could feel his throat constrict. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t see. He was numb except for the blinding white pain that became his only tether to reality.

This was it. This was how he was going to die.

He couldn’t remember anything after that. He’d be able to feel the agony in his veins for the rest of his life, or the feeling of his skin splitting open and his bones splintering. He’d be able to say how hoarse his throat had been for days after or how the fury in his mother’s eyes was permanently ingrained in his mind.

But the details were gone as soon as it had happened. A massive dark gap in his memory that stretched for an indeterminable amount of time and hid images that haunted him in nightmares.

He could remember the aftermath, though. He could remember falling to his knees, face a mess of tears and blood, body shaking and breath trapped in his chest. He could remember the cold marble against his split skin and how he hit his head on the railing.

He could remember that one last glimpse of Regulus’ pale face before everything crumbled into an empty, unforgiving darkness.

#HP #Harry Potter #Angst #The marauders #Sirius Black #Regulus Black #Lucius Malfoy #Fic #Fanfiction

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In the Hands of the Goblins

Whumptober 2020: No.2

“Pick Who Dies” | Collars | Kidnapped

Word count: 2221 Universe: Yona Of the Dawn, Harry Potter Pairings: Fem!Harry/Zeno Rating: T Themes: Fem!Harry, Collars, imprisoned character, cave ins, implied/referenced self inflicted injuries, memory issues

Summary: Trapped deep within Gringott’s Holly is less than surprised to discover the dragon - it’s not the first she’d come across either. Zeno is however the first one that communicates with her in English, and though his memories are shot, Zeno has no trouble deciding Holly is the regeneration of his dead mate. Nor does Zeno have any trouble in decided he’s going to follow Holly around like a lost puppy, even though he’s a full sized dragon.

For this one I picked a rather lesser known character from an anime I rather enjoyed a few years ago. Zeno! From Yona of the dawn. In the anime Zeno wasn’t shown much but he’s quite present in the Manga and I adored him!

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Gringott's was ridiculous. It was an endless maze of traps, caves, and chaos, and it put the 'maze' of Holly's fourth year to utter shame. Clearly, the goblins knew how to build a maze where Hagrid did not, a shame really, considering she was trapped in it.

Holly had been previously with Ron and Hermione. They'd been running blindly from the goblins with the cup in hand, and an imperio'd goblin leading them from his kin. And then the floor dropped out from underneath them all. Holly had been thrown onto a near-endless slide, separated from her friends, and dumped into pitch-black darkness. While she'd managed to keep hold of the cup in the fall, Holly also quickly realized she was utterly, completely, wholly… lost. Now, hours later, she was left wandering and hoping for the best.

On the upside, as a witch, Holly wouldn't starve or die of dehydration; she could conjure the latter and had a bottomless bag of the former. Oxygen likewise was permeating the cave system so she couldn't suffocate either. But that was the end to her advantages. Because whatever the goblins did, they made any scrying or location spells utterly useless. So, it was wander and hope for the best… for the rest of eternity, while holding a Horcrux that she couldn't destroy since Ron had the sword.

"Argh!"

Holly stomped her foot as she rounded around a corner as she saw the same thing she'd been for the last hours. Identical walls, stalagmites, stalactites, endless darkness pierced by a light-charm, and bones. Holly suspected the bones were people who'd gotten lost. Well, Holly suspected the legend of the minotaur within Gringott's wasn't really a myth. Merlin, she hoped she didn't run into it, but with her luck…

"I'll probably find both the minotaur and a cave troll," she stomped on, wondering if she was going to die with the blood cup in hand. Voldemort would be thrilled. He'd lose her as a Horcrux, but the cup would be eternally lost within Gringott's caves; he'd be utterly immortal. Holly rounded another corner, grumbling to herself- and froze when she spotted a golden glitter at the end of her line of sight. Standing still, barely allowing herself to breathe, Holly directed her light upward slightly and saw a clawed foot scrape across the rocks.

"No. No. No." Holly took a step back because she'd been wrong; she hadn't found a minotaur, she'd found a dragon!

The foot shifted; it scraped across the ground. Holly watched it turn, move to follow her light- she nearly doused the spell, only to realize she'd be left in the dark, and she was certain the dragon could see better than her. Instead, Holly lifted the light higher and revealed the creature in its entirety.

It resembled a Chinese fireball, an elongated body without the wings Holly knew existed on the European version of dragons. It had four smaller clawed legs, all four were limp at its sides, unused. It had a set of wavy horns that stretched out beyond its head and equally long whiskers at the side of its head. And as the light hit its body, Holly watched the scales beneath its body shine oddly. The thing was filthy, coated in a layer of dirt and blood, so think that she could scarcely make out its colourings. It was only as it scraped its arms across the ground that Holly really realized the dragon was actually gold, rather than brown.

Bleary golden eyes blinked at Holly as the dragon fully turned toward her and the light. Its eyes were squinted, unused to the light, but it was trying to focus regardless. From a distance, it seemed fascinated with her, and even as it looked to her, the dragon made no move to attack. It was quite unlike the pale white version outside Bellatrix's vault. But then, this one was imprisoned much deeper than the other. And… it was a Chinese fireball, that meant it was more serpentine than the other dragon's Holly had met. Which meant… she may be able to reason with this one.

This could be her key to escaping the prison. If she could work with the dragon, she could find a method of escape for them both.

She just had to get it to agree.

Holly took a step forward, sured up her spine and clutched tight to her Gryffindor courage. Getting a bit closer had Holly realizing the dragon was more of a prisoner than she was, thick shackles were attached to its legs. A collar was wrapped tight around its neck. Chains were attached to each of those and reached up into the roof system pinning the beast in place. Holly followed the chains with her eyes; they were firmly attached by thick metal poles though she could make out great groves in the wall, done with claws. The dragon must have tried to escape on occasion.

Okay.

Holly stopped nearby the dragon as it continued to observe her with an odd amount of emotion in its eyes. It looked almost… stunned, mixed with a surprising amount of fondness? Holly avoided eye-contact a moment to scan its body again; it was oddly free of injuries, quite unlike the pale dragon from floors above. Holly paid that little mind.

"Hello… no." She made a face, snake, she had to think like a snake. She'd need parseltongue for this-

"Ka…ya?"

That was not parseltongue. Holly shot the dragon a surprised look even as the name resonated oddly within her. "Err, no. I'm Holly." She moved closer, wary of its snapping jaws, but the thing didn't move. "and I… I'd like your help, so we can both escape here."

The eye closed, and its body shifted. Holly gasped in slight horror as the movement cause it to impale itself on one of the rocks poking out from the roof. She gasped, grabbing for its snout to stop it. "Don't move! You'll hurt yourself-"

"…Z… e?" It froze, looking desperate, "forgot… what's name?" it looked at her like she should know. She gasped a bit, and her hesitation caused something frantic to enter it as it twisted violently, blood spewing everywhere.

"Calm down!" she begged.

"Forgot… forgot… lost name… lost it!" It shrieked. The dragon thrashed even as Holly clutched its snout. The dragon kept its head still with her grip, but it moved the rest of its body like a fireman's hose, swinging brutally and causing its body to crack against the walls. Holly winced as it impaled itself on protruding rocks and blood splattered.

Desperate, Holly yelled: "I'll help you find it!" she rushed to say, and it stilled, "I'll help you find your name again, but you have to calm down, you'll hurt yourself!"

It tilted eyes staring her down before saying clearly: "can't be hurt… heals too fast." At that, Holly made a face and shot a look at its body drenched in blood… but no wounds… what?!

"You healed." She realized, then shook her head, "but it still hurts, doesn't it!? So let's get you out without hurting yourself, and then we can escape together, okay?"

Holly stared him down until he nodded with an odd amount of fondness in his eyes. The dragon's body settled, it stilled no longer hurting itself on the rocks and allowed Holly to regain her breath. "…okay." He agreed, and Holly relaxed further.

With hands secure on the dragon's snout, she no longer feared getting eaten. Holly debated her options as the dragon observed her. "I've been wandering for days, so that won't work." Holly bit her lip, "maybe we could blast out from the ceiling if I used magic to break it out, and you flew… or we could try a path." She eyed the small caves that she alone could walk freely through, "I'd have to shrink you though… how'd they even get you in here?"

"Was human then," he answered for her, "made to change back into a dragon."

Holly made a face tilting her head as she tried to picture the dragon as a human. She hadn't known dragons could do that… did Charlie? "can you change back?"

He shook his head and twisted it so she could see and reach his neck. The collar that sat there was much clearer with how close she'd gotten. Holly was able to make out runes into the metal. Holly hummed and leaned forward, wanting to see if there was an opening. The dragon sensed her intentions and twisted more to grant her better access. When she was still a bit too far, the dragon moved his front leg and gave her a bit of boost, trusting her an odd amount with access to his vulnerable neck. Holly shot him a thankful and surprised look, then she refocused, inspecting the collar for a key-hole or break.

"Must be goblin made," Holly ran her fingers along the metal, moved all around his neck while avoiding his horns, "there's no opening…" How was she supposed to get him free? Holly leaned back, and he returned her safely to the ground. "I can try and shrink you, then we can try the tunnels. Or, we can try going up and chance getting buried alive." By this point, she was leaning for the latter; wandering the halls had gotten her nowhere.

"This one has already been buried alive. This one thinks Kaya should try the roof,"

"It's Holly." She corrected again and looked upward. He seemed to agree with her then. Up, straight through the next level floor, was probably their best bet. It was definitely hers with the dragon to cover her from falling rocks—especially a dragon who could heal that quickly. A straight path upward would have to be better than helplessly wandering.

"Up, we should go up." The dragon repeated, and Holly decided she agreed.

"Alright then, can I see your legs?" The dragon shifted, offering her his front leg again. Holly inspected the shackles nodding to herself; they were runic like the collar. She could break these. "Okay, hold still, I'm breaking you free, Zeno."

"Zeno…?"

Holly directed her wand to the metal at his front paw and nodded, "you said it when trying to remember your name, so… it probably starts with a 'Z,' so… I'll call you that for now." She flicked her wand firmly, and a spell shot out, causing the metal to shatter. The brittle and rather old shackles crumbled under her magic and freed Zeno's first leg. "And Zeno… fits, in a strange way. Other leg, please."

Zeno shifted and presented her with his left leg, and Holly repeated the process for all his limbs. She broken him free, then asked him to boost her back toward his neck. There, she attempted to break the collar as well… and the spell rebounded violently. Zeno was quick to react; he twisted on the spot, twirled his body despite the chain still attached to his neck to yank her out of the rebounding spell path. Holly ended up cradled in his claws as her spell struck the walls with an almighty boom.

Rocks fell from the sound, and Zeno shifted her until she was under him. His body jerked several times at rocks dropped onto his body, but Zeno seemed unperturbed. He was relatively unbothered as he slowly released her when the chaos ended.

"Okay, so, I'll need to check the runes before I try that again." Holly figured, "I'll just break the chain instead for now."

"Be careful," Zeno requested as he boosted her up once more to give her access to his neck and the chain attached to his collar. Holly shattered it easily, thankful runes hadn't been placed along the entire line. If it had, she would have had to remain for an unknown amount of time to figure out the runes. It would have taken a while, she knew nothing about runes beyond how to recognize them.

"Okay, now… up." She looked at the roof, "are you ready?"

"Zeno is ready," he tilted his head oddly, then a grin stretched across his maw, "Zeno's name is Zeno, Ka- Holly is most smart."

She frowned at him, then nodded: "I'm glad then," in Zeno's claws, Holly pointed her wand up, "if you get buried… just wait, okay? I'll get you out, I promise."

Zeno's eyes lit on hers, and he nodded once, his whole body shifting with the force of it, "Zeno will wait for Holly to save him."

Holly grinned with false confidence, then, she looked up, breathed deep, and cast a powerful blasting curse.

And the roof collapsed toward them.

@whumptober2020

#Harry Potter #yona of the dawn #whumptober2020 #no.2 #collars #fanfiction #ouryuu zeno #zeno #fem!harry potter #imprisonment #self harm #cave in #xover #ao3 writer

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coffeestainsandcashmere · 4 years

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‘All that’s best of dark and bright’ - a Draco x Hermione x Theo story - Chapter Six

Summary:

Hermione's birthday starts inauspiciously and ends... well. You'll see for yourself how it ends.

Notes:

Warnings for some PTSD and nightmares right off the bat. And finally here’s that ‘Mature’ tag too, right at the end of the chapter :)

Note: does the Wizarding world have birthday cards??? They do in this story, and like wizardy photographs, they move. If I goofed up and this isn’t a thing, please just accept it as another AU element :). There’s also a reference to an old British store chain in there, so kudos to you if you spot it.

I hope this chapter is ok - I’ve actually got a retinal migraine at the moment and have lost the sight in most of my central field of vision, so editing it one last time was a bit… hit and miss, let’s say. Anyway, thank you for your feedback on previous chapters too! Looking forward to your reactions to this one for sure…

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Hermione woke in the early hours of her birthday with a scream.

The snatchers had her. Hands all over her, couldn’t break free, thrashing, struggling, writhing.

Sweating, she twisted and sheared their grasp away from her arm for a second and ran, lungs burning, legs trembling. One fall over an unseen root and that would be it. The war could be lost if they got caught now.

He would win.

And Harry would die. Oh God, they couldn’t lose. Not now. Not after everything.

The forest was closing in.

She had only seconds to think, to disguise Harry, to keep them from snatching him and knowing who he was. “I’m sorry,” she hissed as the stinging jinx took hold of his face and it began to swell.

More hands on her. Unrelenting this time. There was no escape.

Darkness.

Rushing darkness of forced apparition.

Yew hedges and an iron gate that thrummed with wards and enchantments.

Bellatrix’s awful, gleeful face.

Then pain.

Fear and pain unending.

Silver eyes staring, wide and horrified.

Screaming.

Screaming, screaming, screaming…

Jerking awake violently, with sweat running down between her breasts and tracking down her torso, hair a damp, tangled nest, and throat raw, she thanked all her magical forebears, starting with Merlin and Morgana, that she’d had the sense the previous night to cast a silencing enchantment again between the four posts of her bed. The rest of the dorm slept on. Ginny was even snoring.

Her heart was still pounding and she looked over at the window, the dawn still a good hour away at least.

The faint grey light filtering through the leaded window beside her bed reminded her of Draco’s eyes from her dream.

He’d been there that night and had been forced to watch his own aunt carve that word into her forearm after god-knows-how-long of cruciatus torture. Had he always looked as revolted by it all as he had just then in her dream? She’d had it so many times now that she could no longer distinguish memory from nightmare. Her skin itched and burned but she refused to look down and stare at the word ‘mudblood’ engraved into her skin.

“Happy birthday,” she muttered under her breath before getting out of bed and inhaling deeply. The air in the room was cold, and goosebumps prickled along her skin as she reached for her Gryffindor red dressing-gown that had been a present from her parents on a birthday a few years ago.

She stood and went to the window, opening the casement which squeaked like an affronted gnome, but still no one stirred or complained. Damp, autumn air flooded in, sweeping around her and cooling the sweat on the exposed skin of her collarbones til she shivered, but it slowly helped to calm her heartbeat. Her eyes roved along the lines of the mountains that surrounded the school. “Nineteen,” she mused with a sigh. “Nineteen years old, and my parents no longer have any idea that I’ve ever existed.”

Kingsley had said there was still a chance that the memory-altering spell could be reversed, but it had been so powerful that it risked destroying their minds altogether, and she hadn’t had the courage to give him the okay to try. They were happy and safe as Wendell and Monica Wilkins, and would probably stay that way forever thanks to the strength of the charm she’d used. She couldn’t regret protecting her parents, but the necessity of it brought tears to her eyes every time.

She didn’t feel nineteen. What was it supposed to feel like anyway? Besides, what normal nineteen year old was still at Hogwarts? Most of the rest of her year was out there, beyond those mountains. Seamus was in Auror training with Harry, and Dean was apparently working in the Goblin Liaison Office after his surprising and enduring friendship with Griphook, while a number of others were in a similar line of work, patching up holes where Death Eaters had exposed their world to the muggles, or training with magical creatures, or working in bars, or travelling the world — Blaise Zabini was rumoured to be in Portugal working with the authorities there, and she’d even heard a rumour that he was engaged to Pansy Parkinson, though she found it hard to believe. Blaise had always seemed the type not to be interested in romantic attachments. Perhaps it was a pureblood thing?

With an enormous sigh, she abandoned thoughts of purebloods, and turned away from the window to find a small parcel sitting by the little fireplace in their dorm, with two envelopes beside it. She frowned and stepped closer, her heart leaping for joy when she recognised both Harry’s minuscule writing and Ron’s untidy scribble.

Sitting cross legged by the empty hearth, she ripped Harry’s envelope open first and discovered, to her delight, a muggle birthday card with a hideously gaudy badge on it, sporting a cartoon birthday cake. She carefully unpinned it from the front and set it to one side to attach to the drapes of her four-poster. Inside it read:

‘Dear Hermione,

I’m sorry I haven’t written to you! I’ve been so busy and I can’t really tell you about any of it yet. I loved your letters though, and I’m not surprised you’re so busy. Please remember to stop every now and again, won’t you? Hope you have a great day full of surprises!

Love,

Harry x’

She narrowed her eyes at the ‘full of surprises’ bit, hoping that he hadn’t told Ginny to do something very Weasley-esque and embarrassing, and then opened Ron’s card. Their friendship had been somewhat strained since they broke up, and Fred’s death had understandably brought out his more morose side in the last few months, but she was pleased that he’d remembered. His had a silly cartoon of a dragon lighting a birthday cupcake with a gout of flame that incinerated the whole thing before the dragon looked out at the viewer and shrugged before the image looped around again. She was honestly just relieved that it wasn’t some kind of new exploding card from the joke shop.

‘Dear Mione’ it began. She squinted and peered at the next lines. Gods, he could have worked for the Ministry in their Department of Mysteries, encrypting messages for them.

‘Dear Mione,

Happy Birthday! Sorry I haven’t come to see you yet but hopefully it won’t be too long. Promise not to bring any skiving snack-boxes for you…

Love,

Ron’

In the quiet of the four-person dorm, with only the soft whisper of three sleepers and the whisper of the wind outside, Hermione smiled. They might have been terrible at keeping in touch, but her friends did still care after all. It wasn’t that she’d doubted them necessarily, but the silence had still stung.

She picked up the parcel next and unwrapped a small box of sherbet lemons from Harry with a label bearing his tiny handwriting that said: ‘Got these for you from Woolworths pick ‘n’ mix. Thought you’d like them. H x’.

Tears filled her eyes and the bright yellow sweets swam before her. She thought back to her very muggle childhood - a fact she shared with Harry, though hers had been a little happier on the domestic front - and also thought of Dumbledore, who had famously had a great penchant for the sour boiled sweets. Despite having dentists for parents, she had always loved these, but even now as she guiltily unwrapped one, she felt like a child sneakily opening a present on Christmas Eve instead of Christmas Day. It tasted amazing, and it brought back so many memories.

Hours later, turning another sweet over between her tongue and teeth, she dressed and headed down to breakfast without waking Ginny or the other two seventh years and breakfasted alone at the Gryffindor table well before the post owls arrived. She didn’t fancy advertising that it was her birthday, drawing attention to the fact that she was older than almost any other student ever had been in the entire history of Hogwarts. Probably. That was one she’d have to look up in Hogwarts: A History when she got back upstairs.

Thoughts of the book, and whereabouts she could look in the various chapters for such a reference, evaporated as she left the hall after breakfast, and spotted Theo and Draco eating together at one end of the table. Ahead of the Slytherin tryouts that morning, Draco was dressed in his quidditch gear, and - damn him - and he looked… he looked regal. His white hair gleamed, the soft wave to it making him look much less harsh now, and as he and Theo shared a conversation, he even managed a brief laugh that lit up his silver eyes and lifted the tiredness from his sharp features. He’d grown into that pinched, pointy face, she realised, and he now looked strikingly handsome when he smiled.

While she continued to stare at them, Theo held up a grape and Draco rolled his eyes but let Theo pop it into his mouth.

Hermione walked right into the stone doorway of the entrance arch and rebounded with a soft grunt, face burning and mind reeling. Burning with shame, she scuttled across the entrance hall and had just set foot to the first tread of the Great Staircase when a familiar voice echoed off the stonework.

“Granger!”

She froze and then turned around. Malfoy was standing in the archway to the Great Hall, and the full sight of him in his quidditch kit nearly knocked her breathless. How had she not appreciated just how tall he’d grown or how good he looked in that rich, dark Slytherin green before? It complemented the silver of his hair and the paleness of his skin so perfectly that she almost forgot that he’d spoken and called her name.

“Yes?” she croaked.

He swallowed and crossed towards her, holding two small envelopes in his left hand. He proffered them to her between index and middle fingers, and swallowed again. “Happy Birthday, Granger,” he said in a soft, slightly husky voice.

She stared at them envelopes stupidly for a second and then gingerly took them from him. “They’re not howlers, are they?” she asked, aiming for a light tone.

He shook his head and a section of his silver hair fell into his eyes before he brushed it back. “No, Granger. No tricks. Just two birthday cards.”

“Thank you, Malfoy,” she said, oddly choked. She saw Theo’s writing on the front of the top one, and assumed the other was from Malfoy. “That’s… That’s really sweet of you.”

He rolled his eyes and turned away, shaking his head. “I’ll pass on your thanks to Theo,” was all he said as he retreated. She watched him go, eyeing his narrow hips and long legs, and she gulped. That was the closest she’d come to getting an apology from him, and she could recognise it for the white flag it was. He was clearly trying.

She smiled and turned them over in her hand.

Her fingers trembled as she broke the green wax seal, blank and un-stamped, she noted, and opened the first one then and there in the liminal entrance hall. It might have felt somehow symbolic if she’d paused to give it any thought.

Draco’s card bore a moving image of a set of floor-to-ceiling library shelves, a few of the books sliding in and out at irregular intervals, as if drawn out for examination by invisible fingers, and a ginger kneazel’s tail flickered into view in the bottom corner every so often. He’d noticed Crookshanks then? Not only that, but he’d noticed Crookshanks from years ago and had remembered him? Surely it wasn’t a coincidence. Malfoy never did anything without a purpose. His message inside was simple, but it was his handwriting that made her eyebrows rise.

It was terrible; almost illegible. Even worse than Ron’s.

For some reason she’d always expected that he would have the curling, looping handwriting of a prince or something, but this was a barely-discernible chicken scratch, and was even a little smudged over his signature.

‘Hermione,

I hope today brings you every joy you deserve.

Yours,

Draco Malfoy’

She re-read it three times before she really saw it though, still shocked at receiving a birthday card from Draco Malfoy of all people. Another white flag.

Taking a deep breath and deciding not to ponder it too long, lest she run into the danger of over thinking again, she moved to Theo’s which was written in a tidier and much more ornate hand. The script on this envelope was a perfect, fluid, graceful, English roundhand, like the kind she’d only seen on old parchment documents, and the ink was, surprisingly, purple. She recalled the smudges on his fingers from the other day and wondered if that was the Slytherin’s favourite colour.

Theo’s card was also book-themed, but it bore an image of a battered old copy of ‘Advanced Potion Making’ beside a softly-steaming pewter cauldron. She smiled, reminded instantly of their last potions session and all the revelations it had carried with it, but she set that aside for the time being and read his message. She could almost hear him saying it, and she laughed aloud as she read it.

‘To the most perfect of prefectorial and potions partners,

I hope you have a wonderful day and that, should you wish it, your friends get you very, very drunk up in Gryffindor tower. Whatever you do, you deserve to have fun, Hermione, and I hope today of all days is full of it.

Love,

Theo.’

The difference between the two was striking. Malfoy’s was reserved and his writing seemed almost shy and awkward, whereas Theo’s reflected his usual, outgoing, charming self. Plus, he’d signed it ‘love’, though again, she tried not to read too much into it.

She glanced up to find that both of them were looking at her from their distant seats at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall. Theo grinned and waved, but Malfoy just continued to stare at her with his expression carefully veiled.

“Thank you,” she mouthed at them and Theo bowed his head rather theatrically.

Before she could decide to go over them at strike up a conversation, Ginny bounded down the grand staircase behind her and barrelled into her, along with half the Gryffindor team at her heels, all buoyed up with excitement about tryouts, and the head girl tackle-hugged her almost into a headlock. “Happy birthday!” she screeched, setting Hermione’s ears ringing and the few students in the hall staring. “Did the owls come already then?” she asked when she saw the cards in her hand.

She shook her head but didn’t elaborate. Ginny was too excited about the tryouts anyway. “Please come and watch us later,” she said. “Just for a bit? Oh, and I’ve got Harry’s and Ron’s cards for you! I put them out by the fireplace in our dorm…”

“I found them already,” she smiled. “Thank you. But why didn’t they just owl them straight to me?”

“They wanted to make sure they got here on time so they sent them together a few days ago with Harry’s new eagle owl. She’s huge! Anyway, please come?” she wheedled. “Pleasepleaseplease?”

Taking a deep breath, she glanced over at Theo and Malfoy, who were apparently just finishing up with their breakfast. Gone was the tender grape-sharing, to be replaced by a muttered conversation. Her brain rather unhelpfully supplied that she might get to see Malfoy in his uniform again if she showed up.

“Fine,” she grunted through gritted teeth. “I’ll come for a bit. But literally just twenty minutes or so, ok?”

“Yes!” Ginny yelled, fist pumping and then hugging her again. “Thank you! I’ll have to tell Ron.”

“Why?”

“He nearly bet me five galleons that you wouldn’t go to a quidditch practice on your birthday.”

“Nearly?” she asked archly. “Well, I’d hate to be predictable…”

“I wouldn’t let him lay a bet on what you did on your birthday,” she said and Hermione blessed her silently with her eyes. Someone yelled Ginny’s name from the Gryffindor table and she nodded. “I’m gonna go grab something to eat. We’re heading out early to watch the Slytherins first and see what the competition is, but we start at one thirty, ok?”

Hermione showed up at the quidditch pitch at quarter past one and found that a few Slytherins were still there, though clearly most of their tryouts had finished. Those who remained were flying for fun now. A few of them were still running drills under the watchful eye of the Slytherin captain, and somewhere on the absolute opposite side of the stands she could see a few Slytherin supporters, but mostly, the place was oddly deserted and quiet.

The weather had also turned absolutely bloody miserable, with a fine sheet of mizzle wafting down around them, drenching everything and reducing visibility to almost nothing. She huddled deeper into her cloak and cursed, hair expanding steadily with the damp conditions. She really, really hated quidditch.

“How in Godric’s name did I let myself get talked into this?” she growled to herself after just ten minutes of sitting in the freezing stands, wishing she at least had a book to distract her from her chattering teeth. “Ginny, I’m sorry. I can’t. I’m freezing my arse off. I’m going back.”

“What? You haven’t even seen us fly!” Ginny laughed, though clearly not upset in the slightest. “I’m surprised you even showed up without Ron and Harry to cheer at. Have fun in the library. Until your party that is…” Ginny added ominously. “Don’t forget. I’ve got a surprise for you. Don’t worry; you’ll love it,” she added when Hermione balked visibly. “Fucking shit,” Ginny hissed, her gaze sliding past Hermione to the pitch behind. “Malfoy is really bloody good. I hate him, but look at that… It’s… It’s poetry, Hermione. Bloody poetry.”

She turned and watched as a blur that was presumably Malfoy did an eye-wateringly fast swan-dive, rocketing straight out of the clouds right down to barely half an inch from the turf below, before barrel rolling upwards with the grace of a swallow to avoid a bludger. He pulled out of the roll and peeled right, drifting in a lazy arc and coming to a halt in front of the stands on the far side. He seemed to be holding a conversation with someone for a moment or two before he peeled away into a lazy backwards dive and then looped up into the air to begin soaring around the far end. The fluidity of his movements was mesmeric, and even Hermione had to admit that he was an absolute pleasure to watch.

And then the wind blew raindrops down her neck and she shivered.

“Nope,” she said. “I don’t care how beautiful he looks on a broomstick, I’m going in. See you later, Ginny. Good luck getting a better team than Slytherin!” and she disappeared before she lost her fingers and toes to frostbite on her nineteenth birthday.

It took her well over an hour to warm up by the fire in the Gryffindor common room, but just when she’d contemplated going to the prefects’ bathroom to take a long soak to drive the residual chill from her bones, she found that she was actually nearly thawed out. It was only the lingering stiffness in her muscles after being locked in a tight ball in the armchair that remained. Deciding that a spot of exercise would probably finish the job, she grabbed her notebook and quill, and made her way towards the library.

Predictably, it was almost completely deserted at nearly three in the afternoon on a Saturday, and she wove her way through to her favourite corner in the Charms section, settling her books down and thinking about what to start first. She had one Transfiguration essay that was admittedly optional, and one Ancient Studies translation to crack on with for Monday. Deciding to tackle that first, given that it would probably take her half an hour at most, she moved with familiar ease through the shelves until she drew closer to the restricted section. The book of runic verb tables was not held there, but the Ancient Studies section was visited so infrequently that it was tucked away near the restricted section all the same.

As she approached, on the point of rounding the final corner of a bookshelf and entering the small, square alcove created by two bookshelves set perpendicular to the stone wall, she heard a gasp and a deep, guttural grunt, and froze.

It wouldn’t be the first time she’d stumbled on someone doing something illicit in the library, but there was something about the timbre of that voice that made her pause and her heart race. Usually, people had the grace to conceal themselves or put up a befuddlement charm to distract other library users until they were done, but she was not so lucky this time.

“Oh fuck,” she heard a breathy, male voice snarl and her eyes widened.

It was Theodore Nott. She was sure of it.

As she slid behind the bookcase that separated her from that small, secluded alcove, she peered through the books on the shelf and inhaled sharply in surprise, immediately holding her breath in case she’d given herself away. She needn’t have worried - the two engaged in something a tad racier than a quickly-stolen kiss or two were in no danger of hearing her one tiny gasp of surprise.

Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott were pressed up against the far side of the bookshelves, mercifully on the other side of the square alcove from her hiding spot, and Theo had his jeans round his ankles, black boxer-briefs yanked down as well, while Draco had his own dark trousers undone and merely hanging around his narrow hips. Malfoy was wearing a long-sleeved, smart-looking white shirt which was now rumpled and untucked, and he had his left hand between the two of them, hidden from sight for the moment by his own body.

She might have though it jarring to see them in more casual clothes, were it not for the incredibly distracting activity in which they were currently and rather shockingly engaged.

Theo looked… debauched.

His curly hair was mussed up and thoroughly ruffled, his cheeks were flushed to the point that his freckles had vanished completely, and his wine-dark Henley had a distinctly fist-shaped crumple at the shoulder. His thin lips were also puffy and red, kiss-swollen and still wet. Meanwhile, he barely seemed to be keeping himself upright, with one hand gripping the stone wall nearby, his other clutched on the bookshelf behind him, and his dark blue eyes kept fluttering closed.

Hermione stared, utterly transfixed.

Draco had an enormous hickey on the side of his neck, angrily standing out in stark relief against the white of his skin.

She couldn’t have looked away from them if a dragon had entered the library and begun to breathe fire amongst the books. They looked so beautiful together, chests heaving, muscles straining and clenching in their exposed biceps and necks, the tendons pulled taut and straining as they ground against each other, breathless and gasping.

“Fuck, Draco, fuck...” Theo snarled as Malfoy worked them closer and closer. The slick sounds of their efforts began to fill the small corner of the library and it was all she could focus on. They’d obviously been in such a rush that they’d neglected to throw up a concealment charm, or they thought that no one would be there on a weekend. Or… Or they liked the risk.

“Fuck!” Theo’s knees buckled as he yelped, and Draco’s right hand flew to cover Theo’s mouth.

As his long fingers wrapped around Theo’s face, little finger just below Theo’s nose, she caught the silver flash of his signet ring. The sight of it pressed against Theo’s skin, the bone-pale colour of Draco’s body contrasting with the warmer tones of the taller boy, made her suddenly wet and hot all over. They turned a little bit as Draco applied a little pressure to Theo’s jaw with that hand and tipped Theo’s head to one side so that he could mouth and kiss at his exposed neck for a moment, and she saw that he had both of their cocks in one hand. His pace was quick and brutal, perhaps trying to finish them both off as rapidly as possible and send them tumbling over the edge of orgasm before they were discovered.

The sight of Draco Malfoy’s hand around both his and Theo’s cocks together nearly undid her and she had to bite her lips together to keep from making a noise. Not once had she ever fantasised about anything like this. Even though she’d entertained the brief idea that the two boys could be together, it had never encompassed a sight like this, with Theo unravelling in a series of muffled groans and stifled gasps while Malfoy jerked him off with relentless focus.

She knew she shouldn’t be watching, but before she could turn away and flee, Theo’s muffled words dissolved into a long, deep, guttural groan, his blue eyes rolling shut, as Malfoy paused and swiped a thumb over the weeping tip of his cock and Theo’s knees caved again.

“Quiet,” Malfoy snarled, tightening his grip and causing Theo to throw his head back with another broken moan. He seemed incapable of keeping quiet, and he thunked the back of his head on the bookshelf but barely seemed to notice. Malfoy’s hand had been dislodged from his mouth by the movement, fingertips dragging obscenely at Theo’s lips for a second, and now his long fingers lay splayed and tense over his exposed throat, middle and ring fingers on either side of his sharp Adam’s apple. “This is a library, Theo,” he purred. “Quiet.”

“Fuck… No one… comes to this… to this section anyway,” he panted, thrusting his hips weakly into Malfoy’s hand. “Oh fuck, there, like that. I’m so close. I’m so fucking close, Draco. Well… no one except…” he paused before managing to open his eyes and grinning wickedly. “Granger…”

“Fuck! Don’t mention Granger now!” Malfoy practically yowled, fingers tightening in an involuntary spasm around Theo’s neck, and Hermione tried not to be hurt. Presumably though if they were there, doing this with each other, she wouldn’t have been of any interest to them anyway.

Or… not…?

Malfoy came almost immediately with a choked-off growl, as if the full force of his sudden orgasm took him by surprise, and he came hard. His head bowed forwards to rest against Theo’s collarbone as his back heaved and his hips jerked. He spilled into his hand and all over Theo’s hard, slick cock as well.

Theo crashed into his release only a second or two later, one hand clinging to Malfoy’s shoulder, the other on the wall beside him, and then they both slouched against the bookshelves looking dazed and weak for a moment or two before Malfoy straightened and scourgified them both clean with a wandless wave of his hand. Talented and beautiful. Not many people would have had the presence of mind to do that kind of magic in the aftershocks of an orgasm like that.

Hermione was breathless, still staring at them with eyes wide and heart pounding. She’d soaked through and ruined her underwear, she was sure of it.

“Fuck, Draco,” Theo hissed, tucking himself back into his trousers and leaning shakily against the bookshelf. “I know it’s my fault, but we’ve got to stop doing this… It’s… It’s not fair…”

Draco didn’t speak, and other than the vibrant, blotchy flush that crept up his white neck and onto his cheeks, there was no outward sign that he’d just come his brains out in the library, with Hermione Granger’s name fresh on his lips.

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Anaticula Pt 53

In the dingy streets under a layer of early morning fog on what looked to be another rainy day, Bellatrix said, “Cissy! You can't do this! He can't be trusted!”

Narcissa, “The Dark Lord trusts him.”

“The Dark Lord's mistaken.”

A knock at the black door on the building they had been sneaking to opened revealing Peter behind it, Bella pushed past him, “Run along, Wormtail.”

Narcissa, glancing at Bella’s back in her inspecting the things across the mantle in the study, said. “I know I ought not to be here. The Dark Lord himself forbade me to speak of this.” Making it clear just who forced her to come here to do this.

Snape, “If the Dark Lord has forbidden it, you ought not to speak.” Without turning around he stated, “Put it down, Bella. We mustn't touch what isn't ours.” Bella stuck out her tongue at the back of his head putting it down sideways. “As it so happens, I'm aware of your situation, Narcissa.”

Bellatrix eyed Barty in his stroll into the study with a cup of tea he was sipping on as he sat down peering at the group curiously, “You? The Dark Lord told you?”

Snape, “Your sister doubts me. Understandable. Over the years I've played my part well. So well, I've deceived one of the greatest wizards of all time.” Bellatrix scoffed, “Dumbledore is a great wizard. Only a fool would question it.”

Bellatrix, “I don't doubt you, Severus. You should be honored, Cissy. As should Draco.”

Narcissa, “He's just a boy.”

Snape, “I can't change the Dark Lord's mind. But it might be possible for me to help Draco.”

Narcissa, “Severus.”

Bellatrix blurted out, “Swear to it.” Then circled the pair of them, “Make the Unbreakable Vow. It's just empty words. He'll give it his best effort. But when it matters most...he'll just slither back into his hole. Coward.”

Snape rolled his eyes, “Take out your wand.”

Snape and Narcissa’s arms were locked and Bellatrix aimed her wand at them after a pointed gaze at Barty seeing the coat similar to one she’d seen you in before, “Will you Severus Snape watch over Draco Malfoy as he attempts to fulfill the Dark Lord's wishes?”

“I will.”

Bella, “And will you, to the best of your ability protect him from harm?”

“I will.”

Bella, “And if Draco should fail will you yourself carry out the deed the Dark Lord

has ordered Draco to perform?”

“I will.”

Their hold broke and the Bella smirked her way over to Barty, “New jacket?”

Barty shook his head, “Nope.”

Bella, “It does look, familiar is why I ask.”

Barty smirked at her, “Didn’t think my wardrobe was that important to you. Should the Dark Lord be concerned?”

Bella glared at him, “Never. I am his most faithful.”

Barty nodded and stood with a smirk finishing off his tea turning to the door, “We can call it that, sure.”

Her hand reached out which he avoided with a click of his tongue saying, “Don’t damage the coat, it was a gift.”

Bella, “And just where is your lady? Saw you and her getting cozy at the Manor.”

Barty smirked, “I thought you hated your niece.”

She shook her head, “No it isn’t that. Merely a disagreement.”

Barty nodded, “Ah, normally my disagreements don’t trade punches for Cruciatus curses, must be just me.” He said strolling out of the room.

Narrowing her eyes she huffed and then looked to Narcissa, “Must have a date to prep for.”

Snape sighed stating, “We happen to be readying for our trip to Diagon Alley. Jaqi has been hired and will need fresh supplies.”

Bella’s chin tilted in shock, “Hired? As what?”

Snape, “My old position as Potions Professor. I have been shuffled around. So when you share with the Dark Lord you do not trust his judgment you can share that as well. One day after her first task she has achieved it. Will you question her loyalty too?”

Bella’s face fell and she turned to head to the door, “Come on Cissy.” Snape flashed Narcissa a wink making her smirk to herself and follow her sister while Snape made for the kitchen to meet Barty in the kitchen.

Barty, “That was fun. Right on schedule too.”

Snape chuckled, “She might be more terrifying if she wasn’t so predictable.”

Peter entered the kitchen saying in handing over a letter freshly arrived, “This just arrived, from Brazil.”

Snape nodded accepting it to break the seal, “Yes, found world of a rare breed of snake for Jaqi. Been pestering the Muggles, rather easy capture, and it seems it will arrive in a few weeks.” He said with a grin making Barty chuckle.

Barty, “No doubt she will love that.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle and Snape asked, “Any limit on how long you will push this suspicion of hers between you and Jaqi?”

Barty, “I figure, if she’s busy decoding her love life it might keep her from snapping and trying to piss Jaqi off again.”

Peter, “The suspicion in her is already making Riddle doubt Bella.”

Snape nodded, “No doubt when she passes on word of Jaqi’s new position the doubts will only grow.”

Peter, “All I have noticed is if Bella keeps pressing to learn what Jaqi is being used for, she won’t be alive much longer.”

Breakfast brought on a slew of letters, with it came worried letters from Viktor and Sebastian, both of whom had been concerned that Igor Karkaroff had gone missing. Furrowing your brows you hadn’t heard anything about any plans to capture or kill him leaving it all the more mysterious to you.

Though by the weekend the story had broken into the papers of it being blamed on all the other captures along with more and more Dementors had been broken out too around the image of the shack Igor was found in. The title story however was about the destroyed remnants of Ollivanders and Fortescue’s and with it came use of your fourth floor. More and more first years and others in need of wand had begun to trickle into your shop just down the street to ask if you had known anything about it. Each and every one of them were puzzled to be sent up to your fourth floor where they were relieved to have the men and their shops safe for hopefully generations to come.

…

Asleep across the couch in the Grimmauld sitting room your eyes shot open bright silver making Regulus nearly drop his book after having spent the day helping both Tonks and Remus prep for their first dinner together when a night patrol together left the sparks they had been ignoring far beyond ignorable.

Straight through your door to the Hollow you sent glowing orbs with the Twins helping to ensure the home was empty while the others raced off into the tall reeds and grass while Bella, Fenrir and Rudolphus who fought with the others. In the middle of the living room floor you knelt after the clap summoning your draconic spell book.

Between your hands planted on the carpet you eyed the incantation to duplicate the house and began to recite it causing the words to glow etched across the walls that shrunk in around you into a tiny model inside a glowing bubble. Closing the book you stood feeling the weight of the spell on your body that had gone nearly a week without any substantial sleep causing you to wobble and weave your way to the open front door. Outside the door into the grass you fumbled your way to George’s back taking hold of his shoulder in watching Bella’s plume of smoke circle the home then crash through it making it burst into flames.

Soft gasps came from the Weasleys peering up at the house while Harry stared open mouthed at the house. A tap on Molly’s arm broke her teary eyed gaze at the house to move to the glowing orb you held out to her parting her lips. “Jaqi…” Around her the group all looked to the orb, all but George, who shifted to lift you in his arms when your body drooped against his side.

Fred moved closer to his mother saying, “Mum, I’ll swap it out.”

Her eyes remained on you for a moment until George said, “It’s a tiring spell Mum. She’ll sleep it off.”

Looking to the house the group all saw Fred wave his wand diminishing the illusioned building before he raised the orb and blew on it making it expand and float over to the foundations it nestled into once again warming their hearts while the glowing orb around it spread to the barriers around the property now camouflaging it to show the burned foundation stretching across their land in case they returned. Molly moved closer to you brushing back your hair to cup your cheek as she cupped George’s too saying, “Off to bed now.”

George nodded and leaned in to kiss her cheek saying, “You too Mum.”

Fred came over to hug and kiss her cheek too, “With that barrier, no one can cross it but us. Don’t you worry.”

Molly nodded and Arthur said, “Wouldn’t expect any less. Everyone, off to bed.” He said guiding each of the teens inside with stolen hugs for each, including Harry who was still staring up at the house.

“How-,”

Arthur grinned pulling him into a hug, “There are so many spells in this world we’ve all yet to learn.” Pulling back his eyes locked with Harry’s, “A book is a very dangerous weapon, a single library can conquer the world. That is why you must not squander your time in Hogwarts this year especially.” Harry nodded, “Get some rest. We’re safe now.”

Harry nodded and turned to head inside after another glance up at the bubble he could no longer spot and the protected home to head up to bed.

Train, sleep, train, sleep. In the usual pattern you stood in your sneakers, cut sweats and a baggy tank top over your sports bra. Inside the practice stadium for the Kenmare Kestrals you tightened the band holding your looped bun up high on your head as Oliver went over the usual workout the old team used to go through. You, the twins and Cedric, all dressed to train eyes the stand filing with reporters, all eager to post heir stories on how the team had recruited replacements mainly from Hogwarts. Your fellow chasers were nowhere to be seen so you got down to work.

Flashes milled with comments on why the others weren’t there to join the dedicated teens trying to earn the chance. Even the coach over in the office to the side readying the plays he wished to pass over to you to memorize and run through was impressed at how hard you were pushing. Through your baggy layers all your toned figures all made sense at the weight enhanced workout lasting even through the hour late entrance of your missing chasers Troy and Moran. Open mouthed they stared on lost for their effect they wished their entrance to have as you barely even noticed them. Yet the coach approached when you put your weighted balls away and you accepted the playbooks to look over the first one you each called your brooms to you silently with outstretched hands towards the wall they were propped up by.

For hours you pushed hard and did all you could to perfect your places on the team then retired for showers and lunch in the apartment building designated to you as rookies beside the veterans in the one next door. Around the table you ate your own helpings of food mumbling out comments on each play out on the back patio the others timidly came out to join. To their surprise there was no tension, no egos from your group, just focus on trying to make the best of what you could do against the fellow professional players across the world. And by the end of the week they both blended into your team dynamic perfectly and shared that their alternates would be arriving in a few days, seeing as they were both nearing their own ends of their careers after so many injuries and the wear it had on their families.

Three weeks you focused hard and between training days felt somewhat calmer as you spent the days in your shop. One by one students would peek into your shop and their parents would ask about another shop to procure wands and be sent up to your fourth floor. Heavy barriers guarded the openings to both Ollivanders and the ice cream parlor adding to your business as people would come to mingle inside flitting back and forth between your shop and theirs relaxing that the traditional stops could be upheld from years prior.

Between them were the curious Muggle Borns, all of whom heard whispers about you and caught glimpses of the articles about and interviews from you. All skirting around the questions they wished to ask, too afraid to bring it up they waited for you to and remained vaguely hinting at the subjects you would not answer unless asked directly for the public. More and more others would stroll by simply to ask for confirmation that you were in fact still going to be teaching this year.

A wave of calm spread and in your final days of practice you stood behind the counter hunched forward between conversations and confirmations to sketch out a calendar of your own to work out the dates. The games would be on weekends and the day practices could be handled easily as they were in the gaps of the days your classes weren’t three times a week. And for the shop Angelina relaxed having the full time work as long as she was to be asked along to each game on weekends.

Across the front pages of the Daily Prophet they had their smoke screen, interviews of you all, the now nearly half Puff team while Troy and Moran had both been Gryffindors like Oliver. Questions of nerves were common after your team, the Kenmare Kestrals, winner of the British and Irish Quidditch League Cup twice over and winner of the most recent Quidditch World Cup over Bulgaria’s National team against the Krum brothers. All you could answer was you all would try your best to be worthy of the chance. The first game against the Montrose Magpies would give them a better view of how your efforts had to be tested.

Fred, “Step up! Step up! We've got Fainting Fancies! Nosebleed Nougats!”

George, “And just in time for school... Puking Pastilles!”

Angelina offered a Cauldron loaded with the sick boxes, “Into the cauldron, handsome.”

Fred spotting Harry’s interest in a pitch black nook with shimmering clumps Harry lifted one of to inspect, “Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder.”

George, “A real money spinner, that one. Handy if you need to make a quick getaway.” Adding it to his basket tucked in his elbow realizing what you had thrown in the Department of Mysteries.

The pair of them strolled over to Hermione and Ginny inspecting the love potion stand with a pink lotus bubbling pink smoke hearts near the other attraction charms, “Hello, ladies.”

George, “Love potions, eh?”

Fred, “Yeah, they really do work. Then again, the way we hear it, sis, you're doing just fine on your own.”

George’s eyes shifted to Cormac peering on at Hermione, whose brows scrunched up in her turn away making him pass her a yellow box from the orange flower stand next to it, “Small dab on your wrists each day after slipping him the taffy inside should keep him a good five foot minimum distance.”

She flashed him a weak grin, “Thank you.” Adding it to her basket while Luna eyed another stand meant to attract birds and butterflies she added to her basket Neville claimed one as well.

Ron held up a wrapped box, “How much for this?”

Fred and George both said, “Five Galleons.”

Ron, “How much for me?”

They looked at one another then repeated, “Five Galleons.”

Ron, “I'm your brother.”

They repeated, “Ten galleons.”

Ron rolled his eyes saying to Harry, “Come on, let's go.”

A curly haired blonde waved and bounced past the pair with a love struck grin, “Hi, Ron.”

With a nod he replied, “Hi.” Then continued on to look at another stand.

Harry, “How are Fred and George doing it? Half the Alley's closed down.”

Ron, “Fred reckons people need a laugh these days. I reckon he's right.”

Hermione sighed seeing the charred remains of the wand shop down the street, “Everyone got their wands from Ollivander's. Where will they go now?”

Angelina smirked and whispered into her ear spreading a quick grin onto her face as Angelina flashed her a wink and carried on with another display tray in hand to show to some first years. Turning around however Harry saw Oliver taking over for you at the register while you strolled through the first floor to the front door where Draco and Narcissa were waiting.

Ron caught his gaze, “Harry?”

Harry, “Is it me, or do Draco and Mummy look like two people who don't want to be followed?”

“Quibbler.” Luna strolling by with a bag of Quibblers smiled seeing Harry, “Quibbler.”

Harry accepted it looking over the cover page, “Lovely.”

Luna, “They've been known to sing on Boxing Day, you know.” Looking to a young girl she asked, “Quibbler?”

Cho passing by grinned accepting the one the girl avoided, “Oh, please.”

Harry showed Ginny his copy and she asked, “What's a Wrackspurt?”

Luna, “They're invisible creatures. They float in your ears and make your brain go fuzzy. Quibbler.” She turned to finish passing out the rest of her copies and Harry continued on following after you with his bag of purchases alongside Ron, Hermione and Ginny trailing after him.

Ginny, “Why are we following Jaqi and Draco?”

Harry, “I want to see where she’s going. Haven’t seen her all day, now she’s headed off to the shady side of Knockturn Alley.”

Hermione tapped his arm pointing to a side alley where Vincent Crabbe came out of with a snarl following after you as well, “Crabbe’s after them too.”

Ron, “Why?”

Ginny, “I thought he’d be more, I mean, Dad says Riddle wouldn’t touch her.”

Harry, “Perhaps he’s not over what his Mummy and Daddy did to Jaqi, and how they were punished.”

Ron, “Still, if he blames her-,”

Ginny, “Really what could he do?”

Harry wet his lips, “We’ll have to wait and see.”

Draco lowly asked in latin, “Why are we here?” He asked entering the open door of Borgin and Burkes.

Lowly you replied, “Reserving something to help sneak people in the school.”

His lips parted and you turned seeing Lucius next to a giant triangular wardrobe forged of old blackening metal coated in old runes, a pouch was passed over and hands were shaken in the promise of delivery and your head turned to a display case with old jewelry in it. Curiously your brows furrowed and you pointed at a necklace the shop keep behind the counter approached and brought out all you had pointed at. “Could I see these?”

In the end twelve various pieces of jewelry you felt you had to have were wrapped up and you slid them into your enchanted pouch and asked him, “Would you let me know if you find anymore pieces like this?”

With a nod he replied, “In fact, they are from a collection. A rare designer from France, sold off in bulk some decades ago from the Gaunts no less.”

“Who bought them?”

He shook his head and waved his hand, “Some obscure millionaire, at the time, now set on funding for a new wing on his manor.” His eyes looked over your face at the ripple of your hair from silvery blue to a deep midnight and back again, “He did say he wished to start with these, to test how well they would sell before handing over the rest. If you are interested I can send word you are interested,”

He wet his lips and looked to Lucius now at your side saying, “It would be fitting, seeing as she is the last of the Gaunt line.”

Parting the lips of the shop keep who nodded his head, “Of course, of course, how had that slipped my mind. I will write to him at once and then to you about when the rest could be purchased.” Lowly he added, “Mums the word on your lineage, to keep him from gouging your purse.”

You nodded, “Thank you.”

“Shouldn’t take long, he seemed eager to be rid of it.”

Lucius stated, “You have my address for the shipment, I can handle the transfer on her behalf since she will be away.” Earning another nod and you turned to leave making Ginny besides the other teens on the roof across the shop whisper, “What’s with the jewelry?”

Hermione wet her lips, “I recognized that blue one, it was her grandmother’s.”

Ron, “You think Lucius spotted the collection and warned her?”

Hermione, “Jaqi said the Gaunts were poor, squandered their wealth, part of why they must have taken Suzsienne.”

Ginny, “They used her, and sold off her things…Then what about the wardrobe?”

Harry shrugged, “Maybe it’s hers too?”

Ron inched higher seeing Crabbe rush in demanding something furrowing the keep’s brows in the start of an altercation ending with his magically barring the teen from the shop with the door slamming in his face and refusing to open for him again. “Looks like he won’t be getting what he wants any time soon.”

Ginny, “Good.” She pulled back saying, “Come on, we gotta meet Mum at the robe shop.”

…

In the dead of night when yet another dream came to Dumbledore sending another questioning glance your way in the halls at Hogwarts, not even as a Professor, memories back from when you were a student. If he didn’t trust you why was he doing this? Why had he hired you? Why was he letting you back in if not to draw the fire away from him? He fought Grindlewald, Yes, however, had he acted sooner Grindlewald would never have risen the height as he had. None of this made sense and the man himself you knew would refuse to answer you truthfully. So you needed someone who had no reason to lie, someone with nothing to lose.

Nurmengard. A tiny island prison in the middle of the stormy seas, silence ruled here. Between the incoherent babbling of those in solitary confinement for the rest of their lives the thick stone let little noise out save for the slots on the doors for food and other supplies. Deep in the depths of it inside the strongest cell of all sat a magically blocked Wizard seated in the corner of his cell staring up out the window of his cell at the tiny cloud billowing larger in the coming storm blocking his sight of the stars.

A flash of flames erupted in the corner and blinking through the sudden light the white haired Wizard with one bright eye and one dark watched at the white and blue Phoenix morph and take shape of the woman he knew that would come to him one day.

A simple bow of his head and his gravely hum of a greeting all but made your heart skip, “Your Majesty, I have been waiting a long time for a chance to meet you.”

“You know me?”

“Not from the papers no, they do not allow me papers, however whispers carry, and not nine years past I first heard whispers of you, and have had dreams since.”

“What sort of dreams?”

“Tiny fragments, your arrival here, you have a question for me my Queen?”

“I’m not a Queen.”

A horse wisp of a chuckle left him and his yellow smile was exposed raising his high cheekbones accentuating his sunken cheeks, “And I suppose you believe that Dark Lord holds a candle to you?” He shook his head clicking his tongue, “Never, that child knows nothing of true power. True pain. The agony of an ever bleeding heart.” Hastily he wet his lips and said, “All that another time. The guards will circle past in five minutes, what have you come to ask me. I have waited a long time to hear these questions.”

“I wanted to ask you something personal,” he nodded, “something about Dumbledore. I know he would never answer me truthfully.”

“No he would not. Not after knowing me. What would you like to know?”

It all seemed so odd, the twins hugged you tightly and swore to keep the shop together while you were off to Kings Cross Station. In the sea of students you were comfy in a pair of black jeans you topped with your tight grey sweater stretching to your thighs covered with a black vest holding your wand sheath in the pocket.

Through the crowds you joined the teens with a trunk of supplies on the cart shared with Neville and Draco while Ron, Harry and Hermione followed Ginny and Luna with theirs. The rest of your things was left at home as you would be commuting through your enchanted doorway each day linked to a closet in your class office. The chatter around you grew and heads turned when sight of you was caught by the students and parents around you stirring up comforting grins.

A shift from the ball of your foot to the heel of your favorite heeled booties eases your sock from its bunched position around the toes on that foot. Just enough time for an arm to loop around your back and for whispers to grow at Barty’s stating in a tilt of his head, “This way, Love. Me and Sev brought something called boggle.”

With a smirk you watched your trunk get loaded up and waved to the teens in your turn to stroll back to the teacher car. Though behind you Harry mumbled, “Love?” Looking to Ron he asked, “Did he say Love?”

Ron nodded, “Blimey, first Remus and Tonks and now them…Mad times, Harry. Mad.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, “Could just be an endearment you know. Fairly common. Either way, if she’s happy I’m happy.”

Ginny chuckled saying, “If they are she certainly does have an eye for picking ones who love their hair.” Making the group chuckle and Draco to steal a glance back at you slightly worried about what you had planned for this year to come.

Pt 54

#Barty Crouch Jr x oc #HP Crossover

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futurewriter2000 · 5 years

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Changing titles ~ Pt.3

A/N: Ugl, ne morm več na splošno. Moji možgani so bleh and I just wanna sleep.

It didn't take long for the news to get out. (Y/n) Potter having a new boyfriend, someone actually worthy of her time. Because you were someone every boy wanted. You never believed it but everybody fell for your charm.

You didn't mind the other gossips that flew around. The one where you were under Imperius curse, another where you joined the Death Eaters and bare the Dark Mark...

" You're joking, right?" Chilli stared at you in disbelief. "Antonin Dolohov."

" You're acting like it's a bad thing." you smiled and continued to eat your toast you have been now eating for almost 20 minutes.

"It is a bad thing. Don't you hear rumors that fly around about this guy? "

"Exactly. Rumors." you looked at her, putting down your toast and putting your hair in a ponytail. "Anyways I'm stuffed so I better be going to Potions." you smiled and got up. "Another class of how great Regulus Black is." you rolled your eyes and started walking towards the dungeons.

But something was odd to Chilli. How could you be stuffed after not even finishing one toast? And through how many mood swings you go through in a day. She looked down the table, catching an eye on James and considering this one possibility....but no. She can't. You'll hate her.

Before you reached the doorknob you felt strong arms wrap around your stomach and pull you away.

He twirled you around and placed you against the stone wall, kissing you. " Imperius curse, huh?" he grinned and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Apparently." you smiled. " You monster." you joked around and he chuckled.

"How come you still insist on this?" he asked, placing his hands on your hips and slowly swaying you with him.

" On what?"

"This." he leaned into a kiss, this time more aggressively and roughly as he did before.

"Hmm." you hummed as he pulled away. "Maybe because I don't give a single damn about them."

"HEY!" a voice shouted from the hall and both of you turned around to face an angry looking boy storming towards you.

Dolohov in front of you sighed and looked up at you. "This is sure gonna be fun, won't it love ?" he smiled before removing himself from you and stand his ground.

The boy stopped right in front of him, gripping his wand tightly and angrily. His hazel eyes were focused on one guy and one guy only. Antonin Dolohov and as his fingers kept clenching around his wand, his forehead seem to show long veins pop out.

Behind him, there was another boy. Hair just as black as your boyfriends but a bit more curly and his eyes bright, blue and definitely special.

He wasn't fixed on Dolohov. He was fixed on you and he was looking at you with something that resembled more of a disappointment than anger or sadness.

"Get your filthy hands off my sister." James growled as he continued to glare at Dolohov.

Your boyfriend, however, kept his cool. He didn't show any sign of irritation or fury. He was standing there with his hands together and his mouth curved in a smirk.

"James, what the hell are you doing?" you rolled your eyes, feeling annoyed by him already.

"What the hell are YOU doing!?" he shouted. "Snogging that piece of trash!"

"Ouch." Dolohov chuckled catching James attention again. "What are you going to do James? Jinx me, hex me, curse me..." he grinned, walking closer to him with an evil twinkle in his eye. "We both know you don't have what it takes to curse me, do you? Only weak wizards jinx and hex. Like they are afraid to show their power." his expression suddenly fell into something much more darker.

You felt something inside of you clench. The thought of Dolohov trying to hurt your older brother or Sirius...it didn't feel right but somehow with everything happening, you found yourself frozen on the spot.

" You can't duel me, Potter. You'll lose and oh what would happen when that Head Boy title is ripped away from you?" he goaded, making James' temper rise. " But you wouldn't do that, would you? No, no. You'd rather get your sister ripped from you instead...because there' nothing greater for a Gryffindor than having his pride." and with that Dolohov turned around and walked towards you. His hand placed itself on your chin and gently brushed against it. " See you later, darls." he winked before walking off.

And you stood there, not staring but glowering at your brother. He was there, standing with his hand around his wand, furious and looking where Dolohov disappeared.

Because Dolohov was right. James would rather see his sister be ripped from him than his Head Boy title.

"Really, (y/n)?" the boy behind him loomed at you. "To stoop so low."

" I wouldn't be the one talking, Black. " you replied harshly, making your way back to the Potions classroom. " I can't be lower than the people abandoning their families." you continued to keep your eye contact with him. His eyes flashed away for a moment, making you the opportunity to glance at your brother then walk into the classroom

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“ You afraid little girl?” a sneer came from one of the Slytherins. His eyes glowing with fire while his mouth curved in a malicious smirk.

You turned your eyes to him and chuckled. “ I’m shaking.” you spoke sarcastically, leaning on to your boyfriend.

“ Couldn’t think of anything better to say than that?” Dolohov spoke as he kept watching at the lake.

Mulciber chuckled, pulling up his sleeve and showing you the Dark Mark. Your heart leaped for a moment but since you were a bit high on the new stuff, you managed to keep your cool. “ Doesn’t this scare you?”

And for some odd reason, you saw the mark and you felt like giggling. “ Really cool design. Who made it?” you took a hold of his forearm and the four boys and a girl laughed.

“ The Dark Lord, who.” Mulciber rolled his eyes and moved away.

“ You really don’t get scared, do you Potter?” Lestrange joined the conversation with Bellatrix under his arms.

“ Of?”

“ Anything.”

“ Life is too short to be spent in fear.” you hummed and let the sunlight shine on your face.

Bellatrix quickly got up from Lestrange’s hold and crawled up to you. “ So..:” she smiled wickedly, her teeth in perfect white color as her curly hair contrast to that. “ Would you get the Dark Mark? Follow the Dark Lord?”

You opened your eyes lazily, seeing four dark eyes instead of two. “ Uhmm...no.” you managed to get out and close your eyes again.

Dolohov chuckled and let his hand find your forearm. “ Shame. I’d look sexy on you.” he whispered in your ear, loud enough for everybody to hear while he caressed your forearm with his thumb. “ Very shame indeed.”

“ Yeah well...” you moved your arm away from his hand and turned around so that you were facing him. “ I might be a bit high right now, but I’m not high enough to go to “the dark side” “ you made air quotes and kissed him on the lips, quickly getting on your feet. “ Anyways...I have to get be now going to get on my essay McGonagall.” you seemed to spit out words that made no sense. “ Gotta find my dorm.” you smiled and walked away with a military greet.

You were a bit confused. The new drugs he gave you made you dizzier than the old ones. It kept messing with your mind after the good feeling. You stopped at the spiral stairs and looked up. “ Bollocks.” you muttered under your breath as they kept spinning. “ Oh well. “ you shrugged and started climbing.

Somehow, you didn’t know how you managed to get to the portrait hole and what was worse, you couldn’t remember the password.

“ Password?” the Fat Lady asked proudly.

“ Uhm...” you let out and heard yourself giggle. “ Well, shite. I forgot.” you giggled again, your heart beating a bit faster as sudden joy entered your body. “ Can’t you just let me it. You know I’m a Gryffindor.”

She glared. “ Password.”

“ I don’t know. Grapes.” you spluttered out and found yourself giggling at it.

“ Are you making fun of me, girl?” she started to sound offended.

But before you could reply to her, the door swung open and the famous Head Boy jumped out.

“ Oh, JAMES!” you exclaimed, making your way to the portrait hole. “ Thank you, James.” you swung on your legs drunkenly and smiled at him like a complete idiot. “ James, James.” you continued to look at him as his eyes furrowed in your odd behavior. “ Well, goodbye, James.” you waved and climbed through the portrait hole. and found yourself in the common room.

But before you could turn to the girls' dormitories, James grabbed you by the arm and turned you around. “ What’s up with you?” his voice echoed in your ears and you just kept smiling at him.

“ Boop.” you tried to boop his nose but missed it by an inch, getting his cheek instead. You grabbed his cheek, widening your eyes as you saw it stretch wider and wider. “ WOW! “ you marveled as the colors started to mix around. “ I nEver knEw yOUr skin was so stretchy.”

He slapped your hand away and placed both of his hands on the side of your head, looking into your eyes. “ Are you high right now?!”

You giggled, putting your index finger up and focusing on his nose. “ Boo-” your finger made its way to his nose. “ -oop.”

He just stared. He couldn’t believe his younger sister was doing drugs. To be honest, he was in complete shock, speechless and had completely nothing to say to this.

“ Hey, Prooo-” Sirius beamed but dragged James’ nickname on his tongue as he saw him holding your head. “ -oongs?” he stopped in the middle of the stairs and stared. “ Whatchu two doing?”

“ I reckon I wanted to go up to my dorm.” you turned your head and moved from James hold and walking to Sirius. You stopped at the bottom of the stairs and gazed up at them again, seeing as they spun in the room. “ UUUGGHH.” you groaned and prepared to climb the stairs again.

You made your way up and bumping into Sirius. “ Oh, sorry.” you looked up and smiled. “ Oh, hey Sirius.” and you continued to climb.

He grabbed you by the wrist as well and turned you around. “ Are you high?” he looked into your eyes.

“ No.” you lied and felt the giggling feeling bubble up. “ Just...tired.”

“ Tired, huh? What color are my eyes then?”

“ Hah. Blue.” you smiled and tried to walk up the stairs again.

“ And my hair?” he asked, pulling you down again.

“ Black, like your surname. You have a birthday somewhere in October, you have a brother who is in my Potions class and you’re Animagnus is a big black dog, just like your personality.” you gave him a fake smile before trying to go up again.

“ Alright, How many brothers do you see down there?” he pointed his finger at James who only looked at you with this weird look on his face. A look you haven’t ever seen on James before. Almost as he cared.

You squinted your eyes at him, looking at James and feeling the effect of the drugs suddenly wash off. You turned to look at Sirius, your smile now turned into a frown as your eyes focused on his. “ None. I don’t have a brother.” you spoke coldly before ripping your hand away from his grip and stomping up the stairs again. “ Don’t ever touch me again. Both of you.” you shouted before finally turning to the girl's dormitories and slamming the door shut.

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rons-hermiones · 3 years

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Come Find Me

by rons-hermiones

Rating: M for language & dark themes in later chapters.

Chapter Six

“Oh Bill, wonderful to have you, you as well dear!” Molly exclaimed embracing Fleur.

Nearby, Ginny scowled to herself.

“Bill we’re surprised you came so early.” Fred commented.

“What?” The eldest Weasley asked, confused.

“Well, we thought you only came out when the moon did!” George laughed.

“Boys!” Missus Weasley scolded, making a move to lunge at her two sons. However, a loud crack sounded, indicating they had left for work.

“Those two, I swear.” Molly rolled her eyes.

“It’s okay, you got a better welcome from them then I did!” Charlie’s voice sounded from the steps.

Bill’s face brightened instantly as he unashamedly went to embrace his younger brother. They’d written each other any chance they got. They remained close, but it wasn’t the same as being with one another.

“Charlie, I’ve missed you!”

“Not as much as I missed you big brother.” He breathed pulling away, “I haven’t seen you in what a year? And you up and get yourself engaged. It’s like you're a new man.” He teases. Charlie knew about the engagement from their correspondences, but had yet to see the ring on Fleur’s finger in person.

“And you are one brave woman, agreeing to marry a Weasley.” He said turning to the blonde.

“Oui!” She teased back, making the room erupt with laughs, even eliciting a chuckle from Ginny.

“Gin, why don’t you show Fleur around while I talk to Harry?” He asked hopefully. It was his goal to get his fiancé closer with his little sister before the wedding.

With a small grunt, Ginny obliged as she ushered Fleur outside.

“Not that I’m not happy to see you Bill, but what is it you wanted to speak with me about? Things okay with the order?” Harry asked in a whisper once the girls had vanished.

Quickly, he nodded, “everything’s as good as it can be these days, I just was wondering how Ron’s been. He’s written me quite a bit.”

“Oh,” Harry said relieved, “well, he was in a funk for a while there, I reckon he still is, but now he’s realized he’s in a funk, which sort of makes things better, you know?” He tries, never been the best with feelings.

Bill chuckled, “alright I think I know what you mean. He wrote me yesterday, something about he had sort of broken up with Lavender, but made things worse with her.” He didn’t wanna say Hermione’s name in fear she was around somewhere.

“Okay let me fill you in some. It all started two days ago in our dorms...”

After twenty minutes Harry had thoroughly filled in the details Ron left out in his letter. He had also recalled some of the conversation Ron had told Harry he and Ginny had, something the youngest Weasley brother failed to mention to Charlie.

When the chosen one finished, Bill let out a low whistle. He had known Ron’s situation was messed up from the letters, but damn, his little brother, the heartbreaker. Who would’ve thought?

“Speaking of, where is Hermione? I haven’t seen her since we arrived.” Bill asked next.

The dark haired boy nodded solemnly, “I’m afraid she won’t leave Ginny’s room unless your Mum makes her. She’s pretty bummed out about her Gran, but she also agreed to ‘stay out of Ron’s way,’ whatever that means.” Harry finished with air quotes.

At this, Charlie clicked his tongue, “Ron is hopeless. This isn’t exactly potions with Snape! It’s an easy fix.” He tutted.

“Where is Ron? Surely he’d want to greet his favorite brother.” Bill says next.

“Hey!” Charlie retorts, making Harry laugh.

The oldest rolls his eyes, “all in good fun, but seriously.”

“He’s been working on something all night. I could hear him.” Harry commented.

Charlie nodded, “he had some sort of epiphany last night. He’s doing something for Hermione, all I know is that it involves Hogwarts, A History. He’s mental.”

“Ron wouldn’t pick up that book for anything!” Harry soon points out.

“Well maybe not for anything, but for someone...” Charlie trails off.

Suddenly, Ginny bursts through the door, alone.

“Where’s Fleur?” Bill questioned.

“She’s discussing something about the wedding with Mum, I had to get away,” she shakes her head, “anyone fancy a game of quidditch?”

At this both Charlie and Harry jump at the chance.

“Coming Bill?” Ginny asks as the other two boys disappear to gather their brooms.

He shakes his head, “no, I think I’ll go say hi to Ronnie. Maybe when you're done you should check up on Hermione, yeah?”

At this, his younger sister nods as he treks up to the attic.

Once reaching the door decorated with Chudley Cannon posters and gold and red emblems, he knocks.

“I’m awake Mum!” Ron promises through the door.

“Not Mum.” Bill says opening the door.

“Bill!” He exclaims excitedly, dropping the book to the ground and clambering off the bed, “how are you? How do you feel, wow, the scars have healed some. You look wicked! Like some bloke from those stories Mum reads.”

At this, he laughs, “I feel great actually. Sometimes the full moon drives me a bit mad, but it’s not like I turn or anything like that. Plus, Fleur has done wonders taking care of me, making sure I take my potions and all that.” He assures, circling to sit on the edge of Ron’s bed.

“Yeah I wouldn’t mind if she took care of me either.” He joked.

At this Bill jabbed him in the ribs with his elbow.

“Hey, kidding!” Ron laughed, “plus, I’m rather done with blondes. Forever.” He shivers remembering Lavender Brown.

“Ah,” his brother breathes, “your love life has become quite the topic from what I hear.”

At this Ron groans, “well I’m not to sure how many times ‘Ron is fucking moron,’ can be told but, glad your up to date.”

Knowing Ron’s probably had his fair share of feeling bad, Bill holds off on making him re live anything, for now, “well, rumor is you’re working on something to fix your troubles.”

The youngest Weasley boy blushes madly, “it’s a bit stupid really.”

“Come on just tell me.” Bill encourages.

Ron breathes in defeat, wanting to tell someone, “alright well, Charlie said a gift might do then suddenly, I was reminded of this conversation from back in fifth year...”

Ron sauntered into the common room with a moody Harry by his side. This behavior from the chosen one had become typical since the start of term, he was always so worked up over You-Know-Who and the ministry these days.

And Ron could feel for him, he really did, he just wished Harry would drop the act around him and Hermione, who believed him completely.

“Hermione.” Harry greeted too gruffly for Ron’s liking.

In response, the bushy haired witch just hummed in acknowledgement. Hermione had been engrossed in her favorite book, so Ron knew better then to bother her and simply sat to her right.

It was odd, but he rather liked to see her like this. It was almost adorable to see how invested she could get into something like a book. He admired her for it.

Harry had fallen to her left and rolled his eyes, “are you good for anything but reading Hermione?” He asked viciously.

At this, Hermione’s eyes finally left the pages of Hogwarts, A History and stared at her best friend in shock. Ron had passed shocked and moved entirely to anger. Harry looked as if he regretted what he said right after it left his mouth.

“You say you’re sorry right now!” Ron roared, jumping to his feet.

“Ron, it’s alright,” she began meekly from the velvet sofa.

“Like hell it isn’t Hermione. Just cause stupid blokes like Seamus call you a liar doesn’t mean you get to start on her!” He pointed out.

The dark haired boy sighed sadly, “I know, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, really Hermione”,

“It’s alright Harry.” She amended stiffly, “I think I’ll go for a walk.” The brunette quickly scrambled, grabbing her book before scampering out of the portrait hole.

As soon as she was out of sight, Harry turned apologetically to Ron, “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“You shouldn’t have.” The ginger replied softly, “and I know everything that happened with Cedric was really hard, but it’s hard for Hermione too. She thinks she could’ve done more,”

“She couldn’t have.” Harry tells him sadly.

He nods, “I know, but she doesn’t, so when you sound off telling her stuff like that, it just makes her feel bad.”

The Boy-Who-Lived sighed, “I really didn’t mean it. You were right, I was just so done with people like Umbridge and Seamus calling me liars, sometimes I forget not everyone feels that way.” He admitted.

At this, Ron stood as he clapped him on the shoulder, “it’s already done mate, just try to remember that from now on, alright?” He didn’t sound angry anymore, much to Harry’s relief.

Harry nodded as he watched Ron venture out of the common room, no doubt to find Hermione.

“Hey Ron, wait.” He called out, standing and walking to him.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“I know I was upset about you two spending summer at Grimmauld Place together,” Ron opened his mouth to argue, but Harry stopped him, “and I know why you had to do it, I just wanted you to know, I’m happy you had each other. Well, I just, I reckon you two need each other as much as I need the pair of you, does that make sense?” He rambled.

“I think so Harry, you sound a little mental though.” He joked.

“It’s just, I know how you feel about her.” He blurted out.

“Come again?” Ron had gone pale.

Harry’s voice dropped to a whisper, “well I’ve always had some suspicions Ron. We do share a room you know, you mumble her name like every other night.” At this Weasley turned a deep shade of red that rivaled his hair.

Soon after, the green eyed boy pointed to his face, “see that! You blushed like mad whenever she came around first year, just like you are now. I know you were taking my invisibility cloak to go down to the infirmary second year. I heard you tell Neville back in third about how much you enjoyed Hogsmede and you were painfully obvious when she agreed to go to the ball with Viktor Krum, I reckon that’s when I really knew.”

For a few moments Ron opened and closed his mouth like a fish, but in the end, he shockingly, didn’t deny it, “why didn’t you say anything?”

Harry shrugged and thought about it, “well, I suppose I was waiting for you to figure it out as well. It seems to me you have.” He smiles slightly.

Ron nods, “yeah, for a while there I just thought blokes felt like that around their mates who were girls. Probably around third year I realized it was a little different with her then it was with you. Definitely sorted it all out during that ruddy Ball.” He paused, “you’re not, well, you’re not angry?” One of the reasons Ron decided not to confide in Harry was because he didn’t want him to think there was any sort of divide.

“Of course not. If anything I’m relieved I can stop pretending not to notice.” He laughed.

At this, Ron let out an embarrassed chuckle, “well just don’t tell her alright?”

Harry nodded, “will you ever? Tell her I mean.” He asks.

At this the redhead shrugs, “I dunno, I just, it’s hard. I’d rather live my whole life watching her with other blokes then lose her as a friend.”

Potter lets out a whistle, “I can see The Prophet headlines now, ‘Weasley has Feelings!’” He laughs.

They lapse into a brief silence, “you go after her.”

Ron doesn’t need to be told twice and simply nods to his friend.

“If it means anything, I think she feels the same Ron.” Harry says rather vaguely before going to a dark corner of the common room.

For a moment, he considers staying and asking more about this theory, but instead decides to check on Hermione. Harry could wait.

After wandering the dark corridors for a few minutes, he soon feels the urge to slap himself for not thinking sooner. He hadn’t checked the library.

Set out on a new mission, he stalks his way to his new destination. However, halfway to the library he suddenly remembers that it’s probably closing soon, if not already. Inwardly groaning on not setting after her soon, he quickened his pace.

And just as he’s about to reach the proper corridor something catches his eye. In between one of the many narrow hallways leading to nothing but a window, is someone sitting against it, book in hand.

And not just anyone, Hermione.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he slowly makes his way to her, “Mione.” He begins as to not startle her, she hasn’t seemed to notice his presence.

Her brown eyes look up from her book, in the moonlight he can see them slightly glossed over as red rings appear around them.

“Oh hi.” Her voice is croaked and throaty, it makes his heart break.

“I’ve been looking all over for you.” He says softly, sliding down next to her.

“Oh I’m sorry Ron.” She apologizes sincerely, “it’s silly though isn’t it, I’ve run off to read again. Maybe Harry was right.” Her voice cracks.

“It’s not true, you know it isn’t.” Ron fiercely assured.

“If he didn’t mean it why did he say it?” The brunette asked.

He sighs sadly, “Hermione you know what he’s been like lately. As soon as you left he told me how sorry he was.”

“But it’s true isn’t it?” She asks after a beat, leaving no room for him to even protest, “all I do is sit here and read while Harry and you are off actually doing something.”

“Hermione what?” He asks genuinely confused.

“Think Ron, who got rid of that troll first year?”

“Well you were only in the bathroom because of me and you were the one who got me through the spell-”

“Alright and who won the chess game the same year? Who got the philosopher's stone?”

“Hermione we would’ve never even found the-”

She cuts him off again, “and who was lying useless petrified while you were in the chamber of secrets?”

He groans, “again if you hadn’t had the note then Harry and I-”

She leaves no room for him to speak, “and third year you were the one who even spotted Sirius.”

“I was also the one with a broken leg when the two of you-”

“Fourth year as well, you knew about the dragons.”

“Only because Charlie told me, are you done?” He asks.

“Or even this summer. You were the one who knew about the Order, even knew to handle Harry.” She’s now close to tears.

Ron let’s a moment pass before speaking, “are you finally finished?” He whispered hoarsely.

Next to him, she nodded, but didn’t dare meet her eyes with his.

“You’re mental Hermione. Mental. Don’t you know we’d be dead without you? You’re the one who figured out the Nicholas Flamel business. You realized how the Basilisk had been getting around. And who had the time turner that saved Sirius, Lupin, and Buckbeak third year?” He reminded, “not to mention that without you, Harry would’ve never gotten through any of those tasks. Not to mention, him and I wouldn’t even be friends if you hadn’t convinced me to talk to him. And this summer? You’re the one who kept me sane when I was ready to hex everyone there.”

He took a second to catch his breath after the long rant, “sure you read a lot of books, but that’s not why you’re brilliant. You’re brilliant because you know exactly what to say to help your friends. You know exactly how to save the rest of us.” At this, she completely broke down.

Hermione’s head soon found a place atop Ron’s shoulder as she burrowed into it and cried silently. If this had happened a few years back, Ron would probably stiffly pat her head, but now, he knew better.

Instead, he gently laid an arm across her shoulder and pushed her into him with a squeeze. His other hand made its way through her soft hair, letting his finger gently massage her scalp.

“Thank you Ron,” she managed soon after, “I’ve just been feeling so useless, hearing Harry,”

“Sh, Hermione,” he assured soundly, “I know how it feels too, but being here, even making you feel the tiniest bit better, well, it makes me feel not so useless.” He admitted, thankful she couldn’t see his now red cheeks.

At this, Ron felt the witch nod into him, “you do make me feel better Ron. And you’re not useless, if I hadn’t made it clear, I think you’re rather brilliant.”

A small smile grazed his lips as he continued to stroke the expanse of her hair. Her cries had now slowed, but he still felt she was tense.

“You know Mione,” he began, making her hum softly, an indication to continue, “I understand you wanna read all the time, but this old book, again? You’ve been picking it up since first year.” He teased.

Thankfully, a small chuckle bubbles past her lips, making him feel warm.

“It’s rather pleasurable Ron, I’d love it if you read it. You have such an interesting point of view having grown up with this stuff, and well just being you, I’m sure your notes on it would be fascinating.”

“Sorry to disappoint you Mione, as much as I love y,” he pauses, “as much as I love reading,” he amends sarcastically, “I’d need a bloody good reason to pick this thing up. And I mean important, life or death maybe.” He tells her.

Again, a small laugh escapes from where she's nuzzled into his side.

“One day Ron. One day.”

They stayed like that until she fell asleep.

“I thought maybe if I read this damn thing and made notes on what I thought and gave it to her, then it would show her how much she means to me.” He explained after briefly prefacing the significance behind it.

To this, Bill smiled brightly, “I think it’s a wonderful idea Ron. Very thoughtful and personal to the pair of you, plus she’ll go nuts when she’s learned you picked up a book!” He teased, “what section are you on?”

“I’ve gotten past the four founders. Right now I’m in the middle of all the troll business. I mean, sure it sort of feels like a textbook, but part of it reminds me of her, then it’s not so bad, is that mental?” He asks a little flustered.

His older brother shakes his head, “no Ronnie, not mental. It’s almost romantic.” He jokes lightly.

At this Ron rolls his eyes, but blushes nonetheless, “thanks.”

A deep laugh escapes Bill as he stands from the bed, “I’ll be on my way now. You have a lot of reading to do in just three days little brother.”

“Oi! And don’t I know it.” Ron yells as he leaves the room.

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