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myfeetrcolddd · 5 months

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Avoidance

She had a problem. A problem by the name of Theodore Nott.

The two had been friends for years, since they both met on the train in their first year, even after she had been sorted in Ravenclaw rather than Slytherin like him.

But for the last year or so things had shifted between the two. A tension had wrapped itself around the pair of friends, lingering gazes and touches, interactions that toed the line between friendly teasing and flirting.

It was confusing to say the least, because while she had been sure of her feelings for her friend she was unsure of how he felt towards her.

Theo would be borderline flirting with her one moment, being far more touchy than a best friend ought to be and being far more protective, then the next moment he was chatting up a new girl before disappearing into a broom closest or his dorm.

Confused and hurt over what was happening she decided to put up boundaries, close herself off a little, maybe then she'd rid herself of these new found feelings for her best friend.

Though this was all easier said than done.

Walking into the great hall she made her way over to the Slytherin table, but instead of taking her usual seat pressed up against Theos side she sat between Enzo and Pansy, who welcomed her confused smiles but smiles nonetheless.

"Morning." She smiled to the group and they all greeted her back.

Theo had brushed this off, he couldn't expect her to sit beside him for every meal. But he found himself hating the way she had decided not to sit beside him anyway.

When she had finished her breakfast she excused herself from the table, and Theo did too, because they always left together and would walk around together before actually getting to class.

When he was finally beside her he reached for her hand to hold, something they always did, no matter what. But she evaded the touch, clasping her hands together in front of her.

He looked at her confused once again, but shrugged it off, because everyone has their off days.

They talked like they always did, conversation flowing easily between the both of them but Theo couldn't stop his hand from twitching with the need to grasp something, but since she wasn't going to hold his hand he decided standing as close as possible would have to suffice.

This she had allowed, because despite trying with all her might she couldn't deny that she missed his closeness. It was weird not to have him so close, but she had to do this because whenever he was so close she found herself pretending they were dating.

She almost forgot they were only friends a few times, almost because every time someone would say they looked like a "lovely couple" or anything along those lines Theodore would spend the next ten minutes explaining how they were only friends and how he basically saw her as a sister.

In class Theo had scooted his chair as close to her as possible, because that's just what he always did, and then he tried to put his arm around her chair like he always did, but instead of meeting his chair in the middle she stayed put, and instead of leaning back into his arm she sat as straight as possible, making sure her back wouldn't touch his arm. And their thighs that were normally pressed together seemed an ocean apart to him.

Theo frowned once more, even more confused as to what was happening to his best friend.

The rest of the day had went like this. With her avoiding any physical contact that wasn't needed and not flirting back with him, or not doing what she considered flirting back with him. She wasn't sure if Theo even knew he was flirting with her at this point.

After the last class of the day ended they had to split, Theodore went off to Quidditch practice while she had gone with Pansy down to the Slytherin common room.

While the two girls had sat on one of the many sofas in front of one fo the many fireplaces Y/N filled Pansy in on how she had been feeling, and her plan.

Pansy laughed loudly at what Y/N had said, covering her mouth to muffle it slightly, "I-I'm sorry, but is that why he's had this small frown on his face all day?" She asks and the Ravenclaw girl rolls her eyes fondly but nods her head. "You, Y/N L/N, are a mastermind."

"I know." She grinned, shrugging, earning another laugh from Pansy.

As if summoned Theodore showed up, standing behind the couch, "Ladies." He said smoothly as the two girls turned around to face him, though he greeted them both he kept his eyes on the one who was avoiding his touch.

"Hi Theodore." Pansy said with a slight smirk, not missing the way he hadn't taken his eyes off of the Ravenclaw girl once. Though that wasn't anything new. It seemed as though Theo could never quite taker her eyes off the girl, it was a surprise said girl hadn't noticed that.

"Hey Teddy." She smiled up at him, using the nickname for the first time today.

Theo felt something swell in his chest at the sound, he couldn't help it. Like he couldn't help the grin that spread across his face at the word.

He hoped over the back of the couch and slid into the seat right next to the girl. Wrapping one arm around her shoulder and the other around her middle in an effort to pull her impossibly closer to him.

While Pansy tried not to laugh out loud at Y/N flustered and startled face Theo had successfully sat his best friend practically on his lap.

Y/N cleared her throat and peeled Theos hands off her then stood, "Well-" She started, avoiding eye contact with Theo who had such a deep set frown Pansy was sure his face would freeze that way, "I think I'll get going now. I'll see you two at dinner!"

Then she scurried out of the snake pit as fast as she could and up to her own dorm.

Theodore sat there, frozen and confused. "What the fuck." He said, then he turned to Pansy, "D'you know what that was about?"

Pansy, who had a poorly hidden grin on her face, shrugged feigning ignorance. "Nope!" Theo glared at her but her resolve kept up so he huffed in annoyance before storming up to his dorm.

He endured three days of what he now considers his personal hell and it's be a lie if anyone at Hogwarts said they didn't notice.

Actually, it was hard not to notice. Things had changed for Theo, because sometimes Y/N wouldn't even eat at the Slytherin table anymore, and if she did she sat beside Pansy and someone-anyone- other than him. She no longer walked with him to class and he barely sat beside her in class.

Theo would walk to class like he wanted to set the whole castle on fire, and if he saw that his usual seat beside his beloved best friend was taken he'd sit behind them and glare lasers into the back of the poor students head.

And while almost every other student was scarred to even breathe the wrong way around the boy his friends found the entire thing incredibly amusing. Especially since Pansy had filled them all in on Y/N's behalf.

The Ravenclaw girl was sitting outside on the fourth day, enjoying the sun by herself as she sat on a bench and read her new book. The spot had nothing blocking the sun from her, not even clouds.

But then a large shadow came over her. She looked up to see a fuming Theodore with dark circles under his eyes and his normally messy hair was messier than usual, as though he had been tossing and turning all night then running his hand through it countless times.

Seeing him like this was no good. It just made her feel bad for putting a distance between them. Worst part was that it didn't work. She still had feelings for him and she was still longing for something more with him.

She opens her mouth to greet him but doesn't get the chance to get the first syllable out when he interrupts her, "Why've you been avoiding me?" He demands, his voice rougher and raspier than usual.

"I-" she huffed out a breath, she supposed there was no time like the present, and maybe confessing and rejection would help her get over him, "Because I like you Theo, and with you being all touchy then hooking up or flirty with some other girl. It confused me and I thought putting some space between us would help me get over you."

Theo went silent. He didn't know what to say, he didn't want to reject her, but he didn't know if he liked her back. She took his silence as an answer and sucked in a breath.

She had known being rejected would hurt, but she didn't think it would hurt that badly. She smiled up at him and tried her best not to cry. Closing her book she stood, "Nice talking to you Theo." She said before walking away and letting the tears fall.

She didn't go to breakfast the following morning, she didn't go to any classes, or any meals. Theo missed her presence entirely, because even though while she had put distance between the he could still see her, but now she wasn't there.

That night Theo realized something.

He realized he was an oblivious idiot. Because he hadn't treated Y/N as a best friend in years, instead he's been treating her like she was his girlfriend. And he'd seen her as his girlfriend, which was probably why he always thought of her when she wasn't around. Why when he was with another girl it was her he was thinking of, her he found himself wishing he were doing these things to.

Immediately he jumped out of bed, putting on shoes before he ran out of the Slytherin common room and up to Ravenclaw tower.

Answering the riddle with ease he bounded up the stairs to her dorm three at a time. By the time he was at her door he was breathless and red cheeked. He knocked gently and she answered right away.

She frowned looking up at the brown haired boy who lacked a shirt and was only wearing a pair of sweat pants and runner, "Teddy what are you-"

Theo pulled her by the waist and held her flush against him. Leaning down he kissed her, she froze, not sure what to do before she realized she was kissing him back.

uh don't really like this, go lazy with the ending.

sorry

#theo nott #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott x y/n #theo nott x reader #not edited #imagine #theodore nott #hogwarts #Pansy Parkinson #enzo berkshire #Slyherin #Ravenclaw #oblivious #best friends

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drarryjustbecause · 3 months

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Draco: Noob.

Harry: What?

Draco: Noob.

Harry: ??

Draco: Weasley tought it to me.

Draco: Noob.

Harry: I-

Draco: It sounds funny.

Draco: Noob. Hehe. I wonder what it means.

#draco malfoy #drarry #harry potter #hogwarts #hp #drarry textposts #slyherin #ron weasley #gryffindor

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domaslut · 1 year

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LOVE ME LIKE YOU.

Starring: Merula Snyde x f!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff!

Plot: you have to pick a date for the incoming Ball and all of your friends seem to have suddenly picked an interest in you. No one, however, made you feel as alive as Merula did. After a tormented night spent wide awake in your bed, you finally confront and confess your feelings to the lovely brat you have fallen in love with.

REQUESTED BY: @btvdc

VALENTINE’S DAY EVENT: “LOVE ME LIKE YOU”.

Quote: “Last night, I laid in bed so blue 'Cause I realized the truth They can't love me like you I tried to find somebody new Baby, they ain't got a clue Can't love me like you”.

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“Let me guess… You haven’t picked a date yet, have you?” Tonks quizzically inquired, plopping down on the empty seat next to you.

“Bingo” you shortly replied, fidgeting with the umpteenth note you had received since the beginning of the week. Where did all of these secret admirers come from? Further more, why did they not sign their gushing letters, if they desperately yearned to be your date for the Ball? You were officially done with them and the absurd situation they were putting you through.

Your pink-haired friend chuckled and propped her chin over her hand, her bright eyes scanning the Great Hall in search for a potential candidate to accompany you to the infamous Ball “What about Andre? He has declared countless times that you’re his muse… I wouldn’t be surprised, if one of these notes has been sent by him?” she observed, pursuing her lips at you.

You averted your droopy eyes from the note to your ravenclaw friend, who was currently showing a new, expensive fabric to a rather joyful Penny. Well, maybe Tonks was not wrong about Andre… But the blonde potioneer was probably one of the other anonymous senders. You thought you had recognized her calligraphy earlier and, judging by the languid glances she was directing to you from across the room, there was no doubt about it. Penny had a crush on you.

“You’re probably right, but I’m not interested in him… And, for what can matter, I’m not going to choose Penny either. – you said, folding your arms over your chest – She’s way too sweet and pure to be my perfect match” you clarified, lolling your head back in dispair.

At this point, you had almost given up on going to the Ball. If a romantic experince had to turn into a stressful loop of anxiety and dissatisfaction, you would have rather spent the night locked up in your dorm, cuddling your pets.

Tonks snickered and stood up, shooting a knowing look at you “Ouch, poor Penny... Well, then I guess I should probably let you know that Tulip heard Talbott and Badeea talking about you in the ravenclaw common room yesterday. – she casually informed you, stretching her arms over her head – Actually, they were arguing. I mean, isn’t it weird? They’re both so calm and rational, then again they’ve lost control over you!”.

Your left eye twitched, your hand ripped up the note in your hand at the shocking revelation. When did she think it was the right time to let you know about it? Not that you were going to consider them as an option in the first place, but you would have surely avoided them down the corridors earlier. Any kind of interaction would have been detrimental in your desperate search for the right date.

“Tonks! – you whined, stomping your foot as a sign of irritation – Is there something else you wish to tell me?” you rhetorically asked her, palming your forehead.

She shook her head and turned her back at you “Nah, I’mma go to bed. And you should do the same!” she replied, ambling towards the exit calmly, as if she had not just dropped a bomb.

She was right. Maybe you were just too tired. And, maybe, you had already made up your mind. You knew who your heart desired, who you enjoyed sharing your meals, or butterbeers with. You had a fling with her. Nothing official, yet something important. You had not kissed many times. Actually, you had barely kissed. However, the way your lips brushed over hers, and the fact that the spark igniting your heart that very night was still vividly stuck in your mind were a clear sign that you were in love with her.

Dragging your feet along the floor, you made your way to your dorm and slipped under the covers without even changing into a proper attire. You were too stressed, too nervous and you struggled to fall asleep for hours. You tossed and turned continously, as you tried to make up your mind. You were conscious that, if you decided to pick her as your date for the ball, this time it would have been forever.

“Fuck it, alright?” you cussed, rolling on your back and staring at the ceiling.

Did anyone else make you feel the way she did? No. Was there someone else residing 24/7 in your mind? Of course no…

“Well… Maybe Barnaby? Argh, who am I kidding? He is always so sweet with me. Just stop, Y/N! I love her! There is no going back. I choose her” you said, maybe a little bit too loud, considering it was 2 o’ clock in the morning. One of your roommate groaned out in frustration and threw a pillow in your direction, that you easily dodged.

“Shut the hell up and ask her out. I wanna sleep...” she ranted, slithering back underneath the blankets to try to get some sleep.

The morning after, you met her at breakfast. You had a very hard time to approach her, especially when Ismelda shot daggers in your direction and seemed to be a minute away from jinx you. Your purple-eyed crush, on the other hand, had no troubles in glaring at her and making you the center of her attention.

“So, what’s the matter? Have you slept last night?” she commenced, cocking her head to the side.

You rolled your eyes at her and rubbed the back of your neck in distress “Please, Merula, don’t make things so damn complicated. – you complained, locking eyes with her – Be my date. I … I’d very much like it, if you just said yes” you blurted out, cheeks flushing up as she stared at you dumbfounded.

“Are you serious?” she asked, blinking skeptically at you.

“Yes, I am”.

“Prove it then” she challenged you, folding her arms against her chest.

You chewed on your lower lip in nervousness, fists clenched at your sides as you pondered her request. You were there, opening your heart to her, making the first step, and she had the audacity of teasing you? Was it not clear enough that you were serious about your proposal? Yet, that side of her personality, what most of your friends loathed about her, was exactly what drove you crazy.

“I love you” you simply quipped then, watching her lips parting in disbelief. Yet, you were done playing games. Sticking up to your intent to make your relatioship official, you cupped her heart-shaped visage in your hands and smashed your lips against her ones.

That was the kiss you had dreamt about for years. That was the kiss you craved and the one you could not wait up until midnight to finally steal from her. Merula was completely shocked, as if a lightning had struck her and she was left fuzzy and disoriented right after it.

“No one is quite like you” you breathed out, pressing your forehead against hers.

She blushed, pulling you in for another brief kiss “I get to have the last word, though. Don’t forget it” she joked, winking at you.

You chuckled and took a step back, bowing your head as a sign of resignation to her umpteenth declaration of her supremacy “See you tonight, miss Snyde”.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there!

Happy Valentine’s Day, guys! This is the first request I had got from my “Valentine’s Day Event”. I will publish the other ones in the next few days. I hope you have enjoyed this drabble♥️

And, if you cannot find me online on tumblr, just text me on my wattpad account: Domaslut! I hang on that platform quite a bit❤️

x o x o

#merula x jacob's sibling #merula snyde x reader #merula snyde x mc #merula snyde #harry potter hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts legacy #harry potter hogwarts game #harry potter series #hogwarts mystery #gryffindor #slyherin #ravenclaw #penny haywood #barnaby lee #felix rosier #tulip karasu #rowan khanna

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begaydoslay · 1 year

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So the more I think about Harry Potter the more I think this: Slytherin is made up of two types of people; the capitalists and the autistic kids who are hardcore masking! Albus and Scorpious? Autistic! Regulus Black? Autistic but also a capitalist! I do however think putting these two together creates a pretty toxic environment

#slyherin #autism #autism headcanon #albus severus x scorpius #albus severus potter #albus potter #albus x scorpius #scorpius malfoy #regulus black #Regulus Black autism headcanon #slytherin headcanon

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sacredsnape · 2 years

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unconditionally | severus snape x female ravenclaw! reader

summary: you're the new defense against the dark arts professor at hogwarts. you become reunited with your childhood best friend, severus snape, whom you used to have a crush on. after an argument drove you two apart as kids, it feels good to see snape again and rekindle things. the more time you spend with snape, the more your feelings for him threaten to return, and you embark on a whirldwind journey of romance, hurt, and fighting for what's right.

two part fic

genres: fluff, angst, and smut

snape is 35 and reader is 32 when they reunite

childhood friends to lovers, grump & sunshine trope, snape lives!au

professor snape x professor reader

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spotify playlist for this fic:

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part one (GoF events centered)

part two (OoTP-DH 2 events centered)

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A/N: this fic is not 100% accurate to the books and movies! i have added things and made some changes to fit the plot of my story. also, there may be some accidental spelling and grammer errors, as i sometimes miss things while proofreading!

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rabidkoalasinmybloodstream · 2 years

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Blaise: I’m home, honey!

Draco: Yeah, I kind of figured that out by the way you walked through the door.

#slyherin #draco×blaise #draco malfoy #blaise zabini #incorrect hp quotes #incorrect slytherin quotes #source: garfield

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dumpshittybrain · 1 year

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Heya!

Can I slyther-in your chamber?😉

#harry potter #pick up lines #slyherin #chamber of secrets #lamezone #nerd talks

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antoniosvivaldi · 2 years

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happy birthday jennifer!! 🧡 hope you have the most wonderful day

Hi Alice! Thanks for your birthday wishes 💖 This has been a great day for me :D

#asks #slyherin #birthday 2k22

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kittyblackout · 1 year

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Ok some rosekiller fic recs here we go!!

Up first, a personel favorite of mine:

A star for a summers day.

Barty is in love with Evan, and he doesn't know what to do about it.

Regulus is in love with James, and he doesn't know what to do about it.

Luckily for both of them, Barty has a foolproof plan (or maybe not so full proof after all, but you can't blame a guy for trying)

It's a roskiller, jegulus endgame but has some bartylus and jevan fakedate, remus is just so done with their shit, wolfstar too. I loved it. More than I can describe. I actually made an apreciation post for this fic, it has a longer more indepth view on it :)

It's a completed fic with 25 chapters, and it's 142,778 words.

Up next we have:

A serpent and his rose.

A Non-canon compliant, Barty POV, Rosekiller fic, that starts off with a fun Darkstar (Bartylus) FWB relationship and shows a glimpse into the life of the Slytherin skittles in their final two Hogwarts years. Lots of love drama, lots of fluff, some pain. Rosekiller and Jegulus endgame.

I absolutely love this fic it's so lovely, it shows Barty and Reg's friendship(how i personally view it) so well and the characterization is great! Shout out to nonbianary pandora, James being such a sweetheart and dorlene my beloveds<3

It's incomplete, currently has 33,841 words and 8/? Chapters.

Next up we have:

Annoying.

barty accidentally texts the wrong number. evan just happens to be the victim.

As you have probably guessed from the description, it's a rosekiller text fic in wich Barty texts the wrong number wich just so happens to be our poor, darling Evan.

I love this fic with my whole being, it's the most amazing thing, its so easy to read, wich I find in the case of most text fics, they are quite hard to read. The charachter development in this fic is amazing, chapters are short enough, the plot is well developed in my opinion, and all of our favorite charachters are here, and in this fic, shoutout to xeno for being so hilarius and just keeping things real, we love xeno from annoying in this house, and to pandora my darling beloved she rrally just keeps her boys in line<3

45891 words and 15/? Chapters.

Now we will see:

Friendly acquaintances.

James had agreed to get along with Crouch and Rosier but it was fucking difficult when they made it so difficult to put up with them. OR Barty and Evan think they’re hilarious, James, Regulus, Remus and Peter are fed up and Sirius can’t mind their own business.

This fic and the other chapters in the univers its set are absolutely lovely, sweet jegulus and rosekiller, what more could you want. I think k the description says it all, but it's a lovely nice read.

1995 words, 1/1 chapters.

Tge other chapters are accessible through tge link here. ->

Another one I love:

Tender curiosities, baby!

A glimpse into the exploits of Evan Rosier and Barty Crouch Jr. as they go through this thing called life (with all it's ups and downs), together. An extension of the Art Heist, Baby! universe.

As the description says, it's the art heist baby roskiller chapters, telling us what they got up to before, during and after tge heist we all know and have a love hate relationship with :,) anway there is a chance that most of you have already read this but u said I'd put it in anyway because, why not? <3

41021 words and 4/6 chapters

And last, but certainly not least:

Teeth.

In which Regulus and Sirius Black take a trip to visit their parents’ new investment: Jurassic World. It’s supposed to be a weekend of business, pleasure, and research, but their vacation takes a deadly turn when the most viscous and intelligently engineered dinosaur on the island breaks out. Now, it's up to a raptor trainer, a scientist, a tour guide, and the pair of brothers to save themselves and the others from an all-out, prehistoric assault; along with the other sinister secrets the owner of the park is hiding.

Now. It's not all rosekiller, there is jegulus and wolfstar pov but Evan and barty have pov and are main important charachters and are in an established relationship. I am currently reading this and I'm enjoying ut immensely but that may be because I never grew out of my jurrasic Park "phase". Special shoutout to raptor trainer Remus, this role fits him so well it unreal, and badass pandora she deserves the world.

148,493 words and 15/? Chapters.

Anyway those are 5 of my favorite rosekiller fics, I really hope that it was helpful to anyone who needs fic recs. See you all soon<3 and if anyone has any that they would recomend for me to read if you could tell me that would be great! Tysm<3

Tag list:

@themarvelmarauder @dauntingday @cr-amber

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cassiopeiasdaughter · 8 months

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maroon

Theodore Nott x fem!reader

part of the midnights collection

November 17th, 1998

Dear Diary,

Writing here has always been a way for me to vent about everything; let it all out and go on with my day.

But how am I ever going to be able to move on when life now has everything to do with the War?

All the issues that mattered once, seem so insignificant now. Maybe that is why I haven’t written in so long. I think I’ve almost forgotten how to.

You sigh and look outside your window, thinking of a way to continue; a way to let out your thoughts. To do that of course you have to calm the chaos in your mind, untangle every issue and then write it down.

Instead you look outside, it is midnight, or close to anyways, and the sky is clear. It’s a nice change, after all the raining that November has brought, so far.

You can see the moon as it lights everything up, the moonlight mixes with the lights of the town and for a split second you feel a flutter of hope inside. It feels like a sign, how the light defies darkness; it always finds a way to stay and wins. Maybe, just maybe you will win too.

I am scared. I never considered myself brave or daring; at least not like Harry or everyone else, but this War has turned me into a terrified mess. Sleeping is the worst part. Everyday, I try to forget about my worries, push those thoughts and feelings deep deep down but at night, once I let my guard down they come rushing back up.

I think of Dumbledore and his death; the first time I ever felt this unsafe. Then, everything I have seen on the battlefield flashes before my eyes. Everything that has gone wrong and then everything that can go wrong. I see everyone I love dead; I see us lose and I see him win. I don’t want him to win. He can’t win.

You need a minute to breathe before continuing, you stand up and take long strides across your room, while trying to control your breathing.

Count to 10 and go again, that is what they advise you, and it is what you do until you can breathe again. Search for something in the room to ground you, another advice that you follow.

Once you’ve calmed your nerves you sit back down and take your favorite pen in your hands.

Change of subject. Remus and Moody split us up in small groups. An easy way for them to organize everything, assign tasks, communicate with us etc. Each group has a different code name and different responsibilities, which means we'll be spending a lot of time together. My partners are alright, I feel safe with them, for the most part.

Thankfully Hermione is with us, along with Neville and Luna. The boys are stationed somewhere else, they haven't given us their location, in case something bad happens. Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson are also in our group. Shocked, are you? I’ll explain.

A few months ago they joined the Order. It feels so weird saying that. They were Slyherins, their families are Death Eaters. At school they mocked us, bragged about their families or their blood status. Well not all of them, Nott didn't say much, neither did Zabini, not to me at least.

Blaise Zabini, was killed by some Death Eaters, YouKn Voldemort ordered it. He hadn't taken the Mark and from what I understand he wasn't interested in this War either, he was planning to flee with Nott and Pansy; before their parents forced them to take the Mark (Malfoy has but you remember that from sixth year).

Voldemort found out and he killed him in front of everyone, to scare them I guess and prevent any traitors. Pansy was the first one to leave after that, and the boys followed her. They hid around the country for a while, but eventually they found us. They asked for protection and in return they would tell us everything they knew.

It didn't take long before they actually joined us, Draco doesn't seem that interested in beating Voldemort, but the other two, they want our side to win. They are just as scared as we are. I guess they finally understand what this War means.

It is complicated with them. I don't know whether to pity them or hate them. It would be so easy to blame them for everything. But I can't.

You let out a sigh as you look up. You don't know what you want to write next and you don’t feel tired enough to sleep. So you head downstairs to the kitchen hoping to find something to ease your mind.

The house is quiet, usually at this time everyone is in their rooms, getting ready for their missions, or asleep.

You are lost in thought when you hear a male voice that startles you, "Couldn't sleep either?"

“Nott” you say breathless “You scared me. It’s late, why aren’t you sleeping?”

You know why; it’s the same reason you are awake and the same reason why those who do sleep at night, always have a bottle of Sleeping Draught near their beds.

He responds with a weak smile.

“So what brings you here?” He says as he turns around and opens cabinets, clearly in search of something.

“Needed to get out of my room.” You reply

“Aha here it is.” He says triumphantly, holding a bottle of wine in his hands.

“Maroon Rosé” he reads the label quietly “It is no Merlot but it will have to do.”

You took a moment to observe him, his hair is messy, messier than usual.

His eyes aren’t the cold green that scared you in school, they seem welcoming now. Maybe it is the War or the exhaustion, but he seems more normal now, less scary.

Looking up at you with a sad smile and the bottle of wine in one hand he says “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be in the back-porch wallowing, you’re welcome to join.”

You quirked an eyebrow and he raises a finger “But only for wallowing, I can’t be bothered with heroic pep talks today.”

You let out a sigh and grab an ashtray from the counter before you join him outside.

As you open the door, the winter night breeze sends chills all over your body and you curse yourself for not having worn something thicker- warmer before leaving your room.

You find Theo sitting on the floor, just a few steps away from the door. His back is leaning against the wall and his head is slightly turned up towards the sky. His hand clutches the bottle as he takes a long sip before holding it out to you; an invitation that you gladly take.

You sit down, knees raised in front of you to keep you warm and you place your things between you and Theo.

“Nothing like the expensive shit you’re used to, right?” you say sarcastically

He takes a moment to drink and then looks at you; “Well, I am not a wine man, more of a…” he pretends to focus “Firewiskey, no rocks. Yeah.”

“That” you say mockingly and take the bottle from his hands “Would be Snape, if he let himself drink.”

He looks at you and you both laugh.

You bring the joint to your mouth and light it. You inhale, let yourself relax and then exhale.

“Now where did you find that?” Theo says with a grin, observing you closely.

You pass him the joint, asking him without words if he is interested; to which he responds with a long drag.

“I have friends” you say and continue as he raises his eyebrows in question “Luna gave it to me.”

You let out a laugh as you explain “She said it would help calm my nerves and sleep, in the way that nature wants us to”, you say the last few words in Lunas voice

He lets out a laugh and closes his eyes as he leans back at the wall, resting his head for a moment.

He rubs his eyes and lets out a loud sigh “If you told me last year I would be smoking pot, supplied by Lovegood, with you in the middle of a random night, I-“

“Would have jumped off the astronomy tower?” You finish for him

He gives you a dramatic look, pretending to be surprised “And waste my chance to disappoint my father this much? Absolutely not”

You laugh quietly and then the cold hits you, causing you to shiver loudly.

He sees that and quickly shrugs off his coat, “Here.” He says and hands it out to you

You push his hands back and refuse it “No it’s fine, you don’t have to.”

“I don’t need it, I am coldblooded, Slytherin House and all.”, he jokes as he drapes his brown coat over your shoulders, trapping you in his scent that is now mixed with the smell of wine and smoke.

“You are ridiculous, and thank you.” You say softly

Silence washes over the two of you for a while, leaving you to admire the moon and the stars, the peace nature brings you, even in the times of War. Humans can be violent but the Earth doesn’t care, she continues living; survives despite our self-destructive nature.

Life will go on, after the War, after our deaths; but we must find a way to make the present count for something, not let it be time gone to waste. You tense at the thought of death, destruction, losing. And as you feel your breath quickening you hear a laugh on your right.

You give Theo a confused look, “What?”

“Your face; it reminded me of how you looked at me when we came here.” He said with a grin

“I- what about my face?” You ask annoyed

“Scared the shit out of me, made a mental note to avoid you after that.” He smirked

You open your mouth as if insulted “First of all, you are doing a terrible job at avoiding me and secondly, I was confused and scared when I saw you three.”

He tilts his head to the side and pretends to think before stating “Mmm no, you were furious, I vividly remember your eyebrows almost touching your hairline.”

You smack his arm with your hand and steal the wine bottle from his hands.

Silence falls again between the two of you, you are the one to break it this time, “I never said sorry, about Blaise.” You turn to look at him, gently, as if treating a wounded wild animal “I am sorry.”

He freezes for a moment and he stares into your eyes, “Thank you.” He whispers before turning his head down to his hands and then plays with his rings.

You hear him sigh and turn to look at him; worried.

"I am sorry." he says looking into your eyes, "For how I acted in school."

"I- it is fine, it's in the past now. Besides, you weren't that bad."

Melancholia hits you suddenly, as you remember your school years. How safe you felt in that place. How good it felt to be somewhere you actually belonged in. You missed studying and then complaining about homework. You missed Hogsmead weekends, but most of all you missed how free you were.

"I miss it.", you say quietly, barely a whisper, mostly for you to hear.

"I don't." he responds

You quickly give him confused look why you silently ask him.

"I miss Blaise, but I don't miss Hogwarts, or my home. I- I want the war to end but at least if I die now it will be my choice, I am free now."

"You think we are free? We are able to sit here thanks to the protective spells by Moody. We can’t leave this place without giving notice. We can barely sleep at night because we are terrified someone will attack us in our sleep. I can't see how any of this is freedom.", you say as you feel anger getting the best of you.

"You and I chose to join the Order, you could've ran away, like so many have. We chose to stay and fight.", he explains

You shake your head annoyed, we chose this he says but you don't see how you were given any choice in the matter. You couldn't simply run away, it wasn't like you. You had to fight, that was the noble thing to do.

"I am here because I have to be, I can't run away from something as important as this, running away was never a choice for me." you say with a hint of anger coating your tongue.

"Maybe you are right, but" he lets out a sigh "Draco, Pansy, we weren't raised like that. We- we are given our duties the moment we are born. Get married, have kids, continue the family line. We have no choice in the matter, or the War. It was a given that we would join the Dar- Him."

You knew that, but never actually put any thought to it. It was easier to call them bad and evil, ignorant. It was easier for you to hate them this way. But why should you hate them, they were children just like you; brought into this without ever asking for it.

"You are right, sorry." you reply finally

"We need to stop saying sorry to eachother."

You have known eachother for six years, and before tonight you never acknowledged one another. House rivalry, blood purists; they never let you grow up in peace. You were divided from the moment the Sorting Hat was placed on your heads. Maybe peace was never truly there.

"This is so weird.", you said dragging the last word, "we wouldn't be here having a civilized conversation if the world hadn't gone to shit. That is so weird."

"It is fucked up, actually." he adds, "But it is true."

As time passes, you get closer to eachother, your shoulders lightly brushing now and your feet leaning on him for support. You feel your eyelids growing heavy and you let your head fall back as you close your eyes, just for a minute, you tell yourself.

You hear your name being gently whispered and feel hands through your hair, brushing locks behind your ear.

"Let's head to bed, yeah?", he gently asks and helps you up.

You both clean up and you head upstairs together; whispering goodnight to eachother and being as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake the others.

As you close your bedroom door, you realize you are still wearing Theos coat, you feel a smile forming on your lips; and are unable to stop it.

You see your diary left open and before you let yourself sleep for the night you pick up your pen and finish what you started earlier.

I wish I had talked to them before the War. Maybe we could have been friends. I can feel my eyes growing heavy, so I am going to explain another time.

Goodnight!

Yours,

A/N:University is coming up and exams are near so I don't know when the next chapters will be up or when I'll have the time to write again. But I will definitely continue this. Until next time 🤍🖤

Also again, sorry for any mistakes, this isn’t proofread and English isn’t my first language

#theodore nott #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott x reader #theo nott #theo nott imagine #wizarding war #au #very much an au

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nerdasaurus1200 · 3 months

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If Astarion were in a Hogwarts house he would be Slyherin. Karlach would no doubt be Hufflepuff. Lae’zel and Wyll would probably be Griffyndor ans I’m still figuring out the rest

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #nerd talks #astarion #karlach #wyll #lae’zel

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domaslut · 1 year

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Could you write a one-shot with Merula x female reader pleaseee! Maybe at a common room/hogwarts party where they have their first kiss :)

AUTHOR NOTE: aww, thank you so much for the request! I hope you are going to enjoy the reading. I love Merula from the bottom of my heart. I am sorry it took longer than I had originally planned, but I got really busy. Can’t wait to work on the other three I have got :)

Pairing: Merula x f!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Prompt: in which you share your first kiss with Merula at a party, while she rants about muggle music.

I HATE MUGGLE MUSIC.

When Ben invited you over for a party, you expected baloons, food and your friends to sing along the new song released by “The Weird Sisters”, but apparently you were wrong. While the atmosphere was pretty cheerful, most of your friends were silently listening to muggle music, gulping down butterbeer and shrugging casually at the lyrics. It was a disaster.

You blinked skeptically, as you took a deep breath, made your way to Ben and greeted him with a soft smile “I thought we had agreed to boost out some good music for the night… – you started, eyeing your friend expectantly from behind your long eyelashes – Don’t you think we should switch it up on stuff they are used to?” you suggested, before involving him into a warm hug. Your friend chuckled and hugged you back, patting on the leather fabric of your black jacket.

“Oh, well, judging by your daring look, you were really hoping on some magical rock music, weren’t you?” Ben noted, checking your outfit out rather patently. To that, you simply smiled proudly and twirled around to show off your impeccable choice of clothes. You really had a good taste, but you were certain that your friendship with the Ravenclaw stylist, Andre, had increased your self-esteem and highened your standards in picking the perfect outfit for each event.

“Seriously, though, you should consider something everyone can easily enjoy. – you insisted, once you made eye-contact with him again – Maybe, later on. The night is young and I think people are more invested into food rather than dancing right now…Speaking of which, as a matter of fact, I’m pretty hungry too. See you around!” you added, your eyes now focused on the large table decorated in candles, techicolor baloons and delicious trays of food. Before you could even hear Ben babbling out a proper response, you had already made your way to the table and now, empty plate in hand, you were pondering which canapé you should have tried first.

“Oh, there you are! You are in late. That is so unusual of you. Yet, I could not expect less from the star that you are” a familiar voice pierced your ears, earning a eye-roll from you. Although you had somehow mutually stopped holding a grudge and your relationship had gradually turned into a more lively and good one, Merula Snyde could never miss her chance to tease you. You had even been out on a few dates together in past. Yet, sadly, none of you two had decided to take your relationship on another level.

“It’s good to see you too, Merula. – you started, filling your plate up quickly with some random appetizers – Are you enjoying the party? I guess you are. Well, at least, now. I’m pretty sure were bored… Eager to see me, weren’t you?” you teased her back, flashing a lovely smile at your former rival.

The purple-eyed witch grinned and took a sip of her butterbeer “Woah, guess what, you might be right for once! This music is revolting. It’s hurting my ears. Is that the obnoxious genre muggles listen to? Because, honestly, it sucks” she blurted out, the tone of her voice dripping sarcasm and annoyance.

You giggled, gesturing for her to take a seat with you and share your food “Well, I have already asked Ben to switch it up at some point. Let’s just enjoy food and the fact that we are no longer at each others throats, shall we?” you joked, earning a side-eye from your crush. You were glad she had decided to come too. You did not get to see her much during summer and you were truly longing for more contact with her. You craved her presence. You cared about Merula, about your bond, even after everything she had put your through durimg your first years at Hogwarts.

“I heard that sharing food is something people do not particularly like to do, unless they actually care about someone… Should I feel flattered?” the brunette noted, slumping down into the soft, red couch in the corner of your friend’s living room.

You chuckled and took a small bite of a sandwitch “Yeah, you definitely should. I tend not to share” you mumbled casually, glacing briefly at her. She smirked and winked at you, a faint blush tinging her cheeks of a dark shade of red “Really? That sounds good. I don’t share either, keep that in mind” she said, emphasizing the negative of her sentence.

Your lips parted, as you frowned and started processing the meaning of her flirtatious actions and the coquettish words that had fallen from her lips. You were about to say something, when your own words resounded in your head and your breath itched. You had not realized how indefinite and equivocal your words had been until she had boldly decided to give them a meaning you actually did not mind her choosing.

“What’s wrong with you? I haven’t jinxed you, have I?” she joked, snapping you out of your stream of consciousness.

You shook your head and grabbed her hand, squeezing it reassuringly “It’s okay, I guess. – you paused, your eyes softening as your gaze trailed up to her face – It’s just… Uhm, you know, I have missed you” you confessed, clearing your throat in nervousness. She looked gorgeous, as she had always been. You had grown up together, you had blossomed into two beautiful, indipendent and strong witches. Maybe two stubborn witches.

Merula stared at you, her gaze lingering on your hand holding her one. It felt good. She was not used to kindness and affection. She was not used to love. She had only experienced it with you and she would have been a liar, if she had said she had not missed you, missed the sneaky glances and the hugs you shared, or the way you always had her back. She was in love with you and it was frightening. You were her greatest weakness.

“Did you?” she whispered, her rough tone long forgotten as she gulped down nervously.

You sighed, your grip on her hand softening “Quite terribly, truth to be told” you murmured, searching for her eyes. Did she feel what you did? She had flirted with you, even though she was not aware of your real intentions. She was not slapping your hand away and she had not left the party, that was true, indeed. Still, why nor you, neither her did not take their chances to make the next step?

A drink, you needed a drink.

“I’ll be right back, alright? I need something refreshing to drink” you declared then, letting gently go of her hand as you stood up.

You glanced over your shoulder, before leaving, spotting Merula staring up at you with a thin-lipped smile and rounded eyes boring holes in your back. Was she panicking? However, you did not investigate her expression further and walked over the hall to get yourself a glass of water.

Were you just feeling too much love for her that you had ended up allucinating things?

It was just when you had reached the middle of the room, among a crowd of people attempting to dance, that you heard her calling out your name. You stopped in your tracks, turning around slowly to face your interlocutor. She was standing a few feet away from you, her hands gripping her black skirt, clenching the fabric carelessly, and her eyes were sparkling in joy.

“I was thinking that, yes, I hate muggle music. But I have been listening to it for two hours straight now, even before you joined the party. – she began, taking a step towards you – It seems like Copper likes ‘love songs’ and… Bloody hell, what I am trying to say is that I’ve had enough time to think about you and about us. I like you a lot, okay? Those stupid songs have helped me to realise that I no longer want to spend my days dreaming about us. I want us to be a thing. We can have what other people have too” she quipped out, dropping her mask and swallowing her pride.

You were speechless, your head was spinning and all you could focus on was her, in the middle of the room, sorrounded by dozens of murmuring people. Merula Snyde hated talking about feelings, especially when it was her feeling she was talking about. She had changed. Something had changed between you two.

“Merula…” you breathed out, timidly approaching her. Nothing mattered anymore. Your vision was blurry, except for her face.

She rubbed the back of her neck in distress, her eyes daggers on your friends waiting for your next move “Could you stop staring, you freaks?!” she barked out, earning a heartfelt laughter from you. Mere inches were now standing between you two. You had never been this close before, at least, not with your heart racing into your chest and a wide smile curling your lips. You had never been happier.

“I hate muggle music too” you just said, making her smile weakly. In your peripheral, you saw Ben rolling his eyes at your statement and you chuckled. Merula rarely smiled, yet you loved when she let herself care and feel something.

“Wanna give your friends something to talk about for weeks? Because, you know, a wonderful idea has just popped in my mind and you should trust the most powerful witch–…” you cut her off, but not the way you did when you used to be kids fighting over childish stuff. You did it the way ‘adults did’, just like you two were in a movie. Your lips were dancing over hers, eliciting a gasp from that rogue of a witch you had fallen madly in love with.

Your bravery had once again made you take the leap. She smiled against your lips, her chapped ones moving in sync with yours and her unexperienced fingers running through your hair. Although you were keeping your eyes shut, you felt people’s gaze on you.

However, not only you were used to the feeling of being on the spotlight, but unlike the other occasions you felt oddly comfortable in being the center of people’s attention this time. You were not alone. You were celebrating love, a pure feeling generating happiness. There were no monsters to fight back, no curses to break or dark wizards to defeat: it was just Merula and you and a warm feeling enveloping your stomach.

When you finally parted, you took a deep breath and pressed your forehead against her one. She was panting too, her cheeks rosy and she smiled at you oh so brightly.

“I love you, L/N” she breathed out. Your heart skipped a beat and a tear fell from your lashes as you nodded and pecked her lips once again.

“It took you long enough, Merula”.

#merula x jacob's sibling #merula snyde x mc #merula snyde #harry potter hogwarts legacy #harry potter hogwarts game #harry potter series #hogwarts mystery #gryffindor #slyherin #ravenclaw #penny haywood #barnaby lee #felix rosier #tulip karasu #hogwarts mc #rowan khanna

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begaydoslay · 2 years

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Yes I'm a Slytherin obsessed with dark academia. Yes one of my favorite characters in Harry Potter is Sirius Black who hates both of those things. We exist!

#slyherin #all the young dudes Sirius POV #all the young dudes #wolfstar #Sirius Black #sirius being sirius #griffindor

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Love or obsession?

Parseltongue

This post is going to be part of the Hogmarch Fandom challenge by @thatdammchickennugget check it out if you want to know more! I may have gotten a bit carried away...I didn't proofread so sorry for the spelling errors or if it doesn't make any sense, love ya! <3

This is the most random shit ever, I apologize in advance, don't think it follows the theme I have another version if needed

Tom Riddle x FEM! Reader Warnings: Character death, No smut (Sorry guys)Reader is basically a puppet (Dance puppet dance)

Y/n was a peculiar girl, even by her own admission. She never quite fit in with the other students at Hogwarts. Tom Riddle, on the other hand, seemed to have it all. He was popular, good-looking, and possessed an air of quiet confidence that made everyone around him feel at ease. It was no surprise, then, that when Tom decided he wanted to be friends with her, Y/n didn't think twice about accepting his offer.

She didn't know it at the time, but their friendship was not entirely equal. Tom tended to give her orders more than anything else; he'd say "Y/n, fetch me that book from the library," or "Y/n, meet me by the lake at five o'clock." And without question, Y/n would obey. It didn't bother her at first; she was just glad to have a friend who seemed to genuinely care about her.

One day, as they were walking through the castle grounds, Tom paused and looked at her intently. "Y/n," he said, "I've been meaning to ask you something." She glanced up at him, expecting the usual request for a favor or some other task. Instead, he continued, "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have a secret power?" She frowned, confused. "Of course," she replied, "everyone wonders that, people might have but you never know until you try and find it."

Tom smiled knowingly. "Well, what if I told you that you had a secret power?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "And what if I told you that I knew what that power was?" he countered. Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine as he said those words. She didn't understand why, but something about the way he was looking at her made her feel…different. Intrigued. Scared. Excited.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Tom leaned in closer, lowering his voice as well. "I think you might be an Animagus, Y/n," he said. "I've seen you wandering around the castle grounds at odd hours, and I've never seen you transform or use any kind of animal form. I've been wondering for a while now…" He trailed off, leaving the rest of the sentence unspoken.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. Tom couldn't possibly know about her secret. He was just toying with her. Right? But as she looked into his piercing eyes, she couldn't shake the feeling that he was telling the truth. What if he was? And what would that mean for their friendship? It felt like a bucket of ice got poured over her. She didn't know what to say, so she just stood there, staring at him, trying to process the information.

She looked away, trying to collect her thoughts. It was too much to take in all at once. How could Tom know about this? And even if he did, why would he tell her? He had never given her any reason not to trust him before. But then again, maybe that was it. Maybe he saw something in her that nobody else did, and he wanted to help her unlock her true potential.

Finally, she mustered up the courage to meet his gaze again. "Why are you telling me this, Tom?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "And how do you know?" There was a long silence as he regarded her carefully. Then, with a sigh, he said, "Because I'm a little different myself, Y/n. And because I think we might be more alike than you realize." His words sent a shiver down her spine. She knew then and there that she couldn't ignore what he was saying.

Her voice broke the moment of silence, "My form is a snake, fitting for someone in Slyherin isn't it?"

Tom's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't show any other reaction. "Yes, I suspected as much. It's not a form that many people would expect from you, but it's perfect for someone like you. You're quiet, observant, and more cunning than you let on. And it's also a form that will come in handy when the time comes." He paused, studying her face intently. "It's fitting for someone with a friend that can speak parseltongue"

She blushed, embarrassed that Tom had noticed her secret. "I-I didn't know you could do that" she stammered. He smiled reassuringly. "It's just a little thing, really. Most people can't understand us. But it's nice to know that you can. And I promise, I won't tell anyone else about your secret. It's our little secret, just between us." She nodded, feeling relieved.

The sounds of battle raged on around them, but for a moment, it seemed to fade into the background as they stood there, caught in their own thoughts. Y/n had found herself at the battle of Hogwarts. She was fighting with Tom, the evil side some would say, she glanced over at Tom, wondering how he was feeling about all of this. He looked determined, but also a bit nervous. She wished she knew what to say to make him feel better.

She never questioned is orders, it was her job being his right hand, to give her undying loyalty. She was to nod and going along with whatever he said, that's probably why she never agknawlage her growing feelings for him. Love or Obssesion?

As they fought, their wands twirling through the air with deadly precision, she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. She knew that they were fighting against the very people she had once considered her friends, her family. But she also knew that Tom was right; on some level and that there was something more going on here, something deeper and more sinister. She couldn't abandon him, not now, not ever.

Their duel came to an abrupt end when they both found themselves facing off against two members of the Order of the Phoenix. With a sigh, they lowered their wands, realizing that they had been so lost in their own thoughts that they hadn't noticed the others sneaking up on them. The two Order members looked surprised to see them fighting together, but quickly regained their composure and launched into a new attack.

As they fought side by side, Y/n couldn't help but marvel at Tom's skills. He moved with a grace and precision that belied his evil reputation. She felt a pang of admiration for him. He was more than just a snake-like villain; he was a complex individual with his own motivations and desires.

The battle raged on around them, the air thick with the smell of smoke and the sounds of spells being cast. Y/n ducked beneath a swirling Shield Charm, her eyes meeting Tom's. For a brief moment, she seemed to forget about the fight, lost in the intensity of their connection. Then, with a nod, they turned back to the battle at hand.

As the tide of the battle began to turn, Y/n found herself separated from Tom. She fought her way through the chaos, searching desperately for him. When she finally caught sight of his form, she rushed toward him, then came to an abrupt stop as soon as she saw Harry Potter standing opposite of him.

Harry and Tom exchange heated words, their wands dancing in the air with deadly precision. Y/n can't help but feel torn, as she watches them fight. On one hand, she knows that Tom is her friend and ally, but on the other hand, Harry is the Boy Who Lived, the one who defeated Voldemort once before.

The battle reaches its climax as they both launch a powerful spell at each other, their wands connecting with a bright flash of light. Y/n feels the heat radiate from the force of the impact, and she knows that this is the moment of truth. As they stand there, locked in combat, she can't help but notice the determination in Tom's eyes, the fire burning within him. It's a sight that she has never seen before, and it fills her with a strange mixture of awe and fear.

She doesn't know how much longer they can keep this up, but she knows that they can't afford to let their guard down for even a second. The world around them is falling apart, and they are the only ones who can stop it. Or at least, that's what she tells herself. She wonders if Tom feels the same way, if he too is fighting for something greater than just himself.

As they continue to duel, their bodies moving in perfect synchronicity, Y/n finds herself thinking about the night they first met. It seems like a lifetime ago now, when they were simply two students at Hogwarts, living their lives oblivious to the darkness that was about to engulf them. How different things might have been if they had never formed that friendship, if they hadn't found each other in the midst of all the chaos.

Their battle carries them across the grounds, their steps steady and measured despite the turmoil that rages around them. They dodge spells and counterattack with precise accuracy, never once taking their eyes off each other. Y/n knows that this is more than just a fight; it's a test of their loyalty, of their allegiance. And she isn't sure which side she truly belongs on. All she knows is that she can't lose Tom. Not now, not ever.

That's when she sees tom loosing, when harry is about to defeat him, she thinks about all the time they spent together, about their friendship and their love, and she can't bear the thought of him dying. In a split second decision, she decides to help him. She turns back into her snake form and lunges at harry, fangs out ready to strike.

She doesn't make it to him before a sword slices her form in half, sending her tumbling to the ground in a heap. Her eyes closed, her body still and limp. For a moment, it feels as though she's back in that classroom, trapped beneath the Invisibility Cloak as she listened to Tom's heartbeat, steady and strong. But this time, there's no escape. This time, she's truly on her own.

There's a scream that faintly sounds like Tom's and then she's greeted with Death himself.

In my perfect little world, Tom is still pretty. I'm going to start a tag list for different characters so tell me in the comments if you want to be a part of it.

#fypシ #writers on tumblr #y/n #idk #send help #hogmarch challenge #hogmarch #tom riddle #tom riddle x y/n #Tom #thatdamedchickennugget

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