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dramioneasks · 9 months

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HP FESTS: Dreomione Fest (Part 2)

Dreomione Fest 2023:

What Strange Bedfellows We Make by Forgive_Me_Severus - E, WIP - Three and a half years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Hermione Granger finds herself angry, bitter, and missing her left leg. Having become disenchanted with the Order of the Phoenix - and Kingsley Shacklebolt's frustrating unwillingness to tell her anything - the feelings only increase when she's ordered to act as companion for the Order's most important spy, Draco Malfoy. But what she will discover while at a remote safe house nestled comfortably in a Scottish Highlands forest will change her life forever.

Accidents Corporeal and Copulative by Art_emis - E, 6 chapters - Hermione is hanging the washing, Draco is out for an evening stroll and Theo, well… he’s been left to his Arithmancy in favor of a more hands on equation that needs solving.An unplanned romp in the fresh linens leads to reminiscing over the triad’s first time skinny dipping and an even more creative reenactment.

Written in the Stars by SarahFraser - E, WIP - A five-year relationship between Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy end in heartbreak after Draco's engagement to Astoria Greengrass hits the news. With her life in shambles, Hermione is trying to figure out what she needs to do next, when on the eve of his wedding, Draco shows up at her house. After giving into her heart once more, Hermione flees to France the next morning after seeing Draco and Astoria's wedding picture.Fifteen years later, there is an attack by a group of Dark Wizards in Paris while Scorpius Malfoy is there vacationing with his mother. Being a squib, the teenage boy is defenseless in the face of danger but is save from a stray spell by Lyra Granger, a girl with wild white curls and looks eerily like him. Upon being taken into protective custody by the French Aurors, the two teens are stuck waiting for their parents. When Scorpius's father and his husband, Theo Nott, arrive they are shocked to see Hermione picking up her daughter.The pieces are put together and quickly the wizards realise that Hermione isn't as dead as they had thought she was, and when she'd left England, she'd taken something of Draco's with her.

Changeling child by PenNameUnknown - G, WIP - It had started with trying to convince her sister to flee with her son and his friend should anything happen to her.But then the boys made a friend and it was much better for them to rebel and not be underfoot.Only now she's kidnapped a severely neglected Muggle girl and hoping Severus will forgive her.Rating and tags subject to change. Will warn you in advance

Constellations of Secrets by Ceilidhchaos - E, WIP - Hermione, Theo and Draco kept their relationship and family secret for more than ten years, but it is finally revealed after they are discovered by Hermione's former best friend Harry Potter. After eliciting a Wizard's Vow from Harry Potter to treat all students at Hogwarts fairly regardless of House, Draco, Theo and Hermione finally agree to allow Lyra, their eldest daughter, to attend Hogwarts. Four years later, Lyra is dating James Sirius and Paige Parkinson-Zabini in a triad of her own. Her little brother Scorpius has also fallen for a Potter. The Weasleys don't take this well.

Until My Soul Is Washed Anew by sobsinashell - M, WIP - For all his life, Theodore Nott has been plagued with nightmares and strange dreams. As the second Wizarding War continues to take over the country, these dreams begin to make connections with reality to reveal some of the darkest secrets known to wizarding kind.

The Four Fs by ThornedHuntress - E, WIP - Every living creature is driven by biological urges colloquially known as the Four Fs. Fighting. Feeding. Fucking. And… Flying?It’s no secret that Hermione Granger has never been a particular fan of Quidditch. But when the Derbyshire Dragons offer her a position as the team’s healer, in return for a blank check for her research, she’s not about to let the attentions of one man derail her, let alone two. No matter how tempting they may be.

In Our Power by babyKay61822 - E, WIP - The war had ended. Draco and Theo were happy. The world was safe and the heros had emerged victorious. That was, until the Golden Girl began fading from view, disappearing from society, only to turn up at St. Mungos bloody, bruised and broken.The boys decided they would never let her feel that pain again. Not if they could help it. And the only way to fix it was to change her life. They would have to start from the beginning of the end.

Protect Them, Protect Her by chococrepe - not rated, WIP - This story takes place during the book of ‘Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince’.Hermione J. Granger found herself caught up in a regrettable situation. Overwhelmed by stress, she made an unfortunate choice to indulge in alcohol during a social gathering hosted by her dentist parents. In a disoriented state, she unintentionally wandered into the bustling streets of Muggle London. Eventually, she was taken to a hotel, where she later awakened to unfamiliar desires, leading her to engage in intimate encounters with both Draco L. Malfoy and Theodore T. Nott. But that night was just the beginning of more, the three of them now hold a secret, a secret that can not ever escape.

the StarChild by AuroraNyx - E, WIP - no summary

Invitations by RoseDeVents - E, WIP - ~You are cordially invitedto read a story aboutHermione Granger's soul bondto two men who are not Ronald Weasley.It all finally makes senseto Theodore Nott and Draco Malfoywho have been quietly pining for hersince they were children.RSVP 'Yes' to a soul bond storythat no one saw coming– except the person who wrote the prompt –written for Dreomione Fest 2023.~

Alexandrite Trio by PenNameUnknown - not rated, WIP - A very different trio is formed when Draco and Theo rescue a crying witch from the troll.

I'll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands) by nyquilsquirrel - M, one-shot - Hermione has a date. Well, not if Theo and Draco have a say in the matter.

Oblivion by Sniper_Jade - M, WIP - When the Wizengamot imprisoned Draco Malfoy he thought they would have thrown away the key. It certainly felt like it after five years in Azkaban with the cold seeping into his bones as though he had never had a warm day in his life.He never expected Hermione Granger to show up with an impossible proposition that could change it all.No one expects a suicide mission to the moon.

A New Start by ghanima77 - T, 5 chapters - Left weak and without magic after the war, Hermione is sent to the Fernwood Institute to convalesce alone for her remaining days, or so she thinks. She soon discovers that she won't be quite so alone, and opportunity is plentiful. Now she just has to be brave enough to take a chance.

Spice Up Your Life by starboygrove - M, WIP - Hermione is tasked with overseeing the Muggle Studies education of the only returning Slytherin students for their 8th year at Hogwarts; with her new responsibility comes an unexpected outing in Muggle London, one that will change all of their lives forever.

It Was Mine First by MirabelleCherry - E, WIP - Starting a new department was never something Hermione had considered, her activist tendencies thoroughly devoted to helping House Elves and other magical creatures, but when Harry absently spoke of the horrors he had been raised in, a spark formed and she hadn't been able to ignore it. No child should ever have to go through that, and if she had her way, they wouldn’t.

The Catalogue by pomegranate_seed - E, WIP - So many beautiful women.No. Not women.Cows.Pretty little hucow wives looking for their forever home.

Just Rent a Daddy When You Need Help... or two? by Mariana_Monteverde - T, one-shot - It all started back at Hogwarts, but it was necessary for a little girl to learn to fly, for three Unspeakables to find themselves again.

CHAOS from the Ashes by girl_friday13 - M, WIP - Six years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Head Investigator and Death Eater Theodore Nott discovers an odd device while interrogating a Muggle suspected of aiding the Order of the Phoenix.No one knows how the Order of the Phoenix managed to regroup in the years since the Dark Lord took over all of Britain, but Theo suspects this “smartphone” might provide him with some answers.That is, if he can fully infiltrate the forum known as “The CHAOS Network.”To do that, he’s going to have to cozy up to the person he knows to be responsible for the Network’s origins, the user known as “the1withthehair.”Aka. Hermione Granger.

Next Time Around by ObsessivelyReading - M, WIP - It's 12 years after the war and Draco, Hermione, and Theo are happily married. Until the letters start coming. Draco and Theo have been getting letters for months being blackmailed and threatened, being told their relationship needs to end. They don't tell anyone, not even each other as they try and figure out who is threatening them and how they can stay together. After an attack at the ministry almost claims Theo and Hermione, Draco decides to take matters into his own hands. He will do anything to protect them, even if it means leaving them.Even after giving into their demands, the outcome is not one anyone was expecting. Will this be their chance to start over?

Don't Wait Up by slytherindiaries - E, one-shot - The clink of the door unlocking has relief flooding her veins. He’s here. He made it.The bedroom door opens and Draco stands in the doorway, taking in the scene. His eyes are wide as they land on Hermione and slide over to his—former, presumably—best friend.“Theodore.” Draco tsks, shaking his head slowly as if disappointed. “You started without me.”“Draco, what—what are you talking about?” Hermione’s pulse is racing, the dam of her emotions threatening to break just under the surface. “Theo—he—he’s trying to—to—”Her husband laughs cruelly, a sound she hasn’t heard from him since their years at Hogwarts. It’s mocking, vicious. “Oh, baby. You thought I would come save you?”

Draco Malfoy and the War on Polyester by AlaskaDiGioia - E, one-shot - Ron accuses Hermione of having an affair with Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott for the last time. She's a single witch and can do whoever she wants.

Afternoon Repose by oceanxpoppy - E, one-shot - Hermione lets her mind drift peacefully under her husbands' careful attention.orHermione, Draco, and Theo enjoy the afternoon on the first day of their honeymoon. PWP.

Loving the Death's Heirs by LadyBlack3 - E, WIP - Some people would call her life boring, but that was changing very quickly. Who could have foreseen Hermione would be sitting in her kitchen at half past six in the morning, working on her puzzle with one of the most famous British drummers of the decade, while his band is threatened by a stalker turned deadly adversary? Let the chase begin. If only she knew how to safeguard her heart with three rock stars in her home..

The Time is Now by ChelsieWhitlock - E, one-shot - Hermione has been waiting, watching as life passes her by, until it's almost too late. She seizes that famous courage, and walks right up to Theo and Draco to shoot her shot, and is pleasantly surprised by the outcome. Draco and Theo have an existing relationship, but are excited to have her join in the fun.

(all I know since yesterday is) everything has changed by AuroraNyx - E, WIP - Hermione wakes up a Tuesday morning & everything seems normal. It's not until she floos into the Ministry of Magic to start her work day that the chaos begins.Is everyone in the Ministry just thinking about sex all day long? And since when have Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott thought those kind of things ABOUT HER?!?!

Finding the Gryffindor Princess by EmilieJane - E, 7 chapters - *inspired from the film Anastasia*In exile, Draco Malfoy and Theo Nott stumble upon a woman with an uncanny likeliness to one missing Hermione Granger... but she has no memory of being a witch.The Ministry is offering a one million galleon reward for finding the lost Gryffindor princess and, in turn, the restoration of the Malfoy and Nott family name.They just need her to come back to Britain.Easier said than done.

Consequences of Meddling With Time by PenNameUnknown - E, WIP - The war is lost. The Order whittled down to three members who, out of desperation, attempted to run into the past to save their world's future.They just didn't expect to be quite so young. Or the consequences they faced for doing so. The biggest of them being surviving being forced into divination. But the plan is clear. One way or another, the Dark Lord would be mortal before he went for the Potters if he was not dead already.Note: I am taking certain liberties understandably.

Eleanor by SarahFraser - E, 12 chapters - Following the war, Theo Nott was struggling to find a place for himself in England. After sitting his NEWTs with Draco Malfoy in the summer of 1998, Theo found himself accepted to a Charms Mastery program in America. It sounded like a dream come true. The only problem? Draco was on probation for his part in the war and unable to leave the country for four years. Seeking refuge away from the prying eyes of the wizarding world at a club in muggle London to celebrate his last night in England, Theo finds himself having a wild hookup with a random sexy muggle girl. Only, she isn't some random girl, and she most certainly isn't a muggle.Four years later, Theo is back from America, and Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger have a daughter. Who for some reason has his eyes...

A Dream Breaking by Ceilidhchaos - E, WIP - no summary

Death Becomes Us by swoonbaby - E, WIP - Hermione Granger is dead. Draco would know, he was there when it happened. She was killed during the Battle of Hogwarts over twenty years prior and her body was burned along with all the others. He knows this to be true.So why, then, does he find himself standing in a tavern in Ireland staring at a woman that is unmistakably Hermione Granger? A woman, he might add, that doesn't look a day over eighteen.Perhaps he wasn't the only one that met his death and lived to tell the tale.

Forsaken by KiraAnn (Know_It_All_2008) - E, WIP - Hermione's been taken as a prisoner of war. The Dark Lord gifts her to Draco and Theo as a present for services rendered.This is a Dead Dove; please read the tags.

meeting mr and mrs granger by riddikulus_puff - M, 2 chapters - Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, and Hermione Granger had been dating as a triad for almost over a year at this point and the boys had yet to meet Hermione's infamously strict mother and father. There was such a high spike of anxiety for the three of them regarding meeting the parents and Hermione really didn't want to put her boys through that pain-filled anxiety and nerves. The three of them had felt the same when properly meeting Draco's mother and father to announce that they were a couple, and had felt a similar feeling when meeting Theodore's abusive father before his death in Azkaban prison. Hermione was anxiously unsure whether her parents would even accept the fact that she was dating two young men instead of just the normal one-loving partner. The pain and worry for the young woman was Hermione's father, Richard Granger. The triad wasn't ready for this but it was happening, they could do nothing to stop the upcoming dinner party that the three had been invited to. Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott were finally going to be meeting Mr and Mrs Granger.

Ours by Draco_is_daddy66 - E, 2 chapters - When Harry dies in the forbidden forest the members of the Order of the Phoenix are captured and held prisoner at Malfoy manor. The men are quickly killed, and after a year the women are divided among the Dark Lords' most loyal, Draco and Theo will only accept one witch, Hermione Granger. When the dark lord declares that the men who own women must breed them, Draco and Theo are more than happy to breed their good girl.

Lattes of Love by nissasxnotes - G, WIP - Hermione Granger dreads the cafe opening at The Book Nook each summer. She's been dealing with frat boys who show up late and don't put in any effort for the past few summers. She already knows this summer will be the same.However, this summer, the two boys hired show up early on their first day, taking Hermione by surprise. And as she gets to know them, she learns they might be different from all the others before them.

Dragon Con '19 by swoonbaby - M, WIP - When Draco comes across a colourful advert for the upcoming "Dragon Con", a brilliant idea is born.What better birthday gift to give the witch of his dreams than tickets to a convention for dragonologists in America? Educational and fun? Hermione will be thrilled! And if the reservation his secretary made was in a muggle hotel, then so be it, they would manage.He was most excited for the parade, as the brochure advertised, though how they intended to have a parade of dragons in the middle of a major muggle city was a mystery to him.But who in Salazar's name is this David Tennant bloke that Hermione professed to be in love with? Why does Theo have a bright green unitard in his luggage? And what exactly is a Targary-whatever and why do they think he looks like one?

This fest is ongoing.

#dreomione fest #fests/exchanges/challenges #triad: draco x hermione x theo #dramione #theomione

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askcookieruncataclysmgang · 7 months

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Welcome to "Ask the Cookie Run: Cataclysm gang"!

So in this AU, the Darkness took over Cookie Run: Kingdom, and only a select few have survived. The asks mainly take place in the Survivors' Basement, but there can be times where they take place somewhere else!

Asks are open, 24/7. Now ask away!

READ BELOW FOR INFO ON THE SURVIVORS (CURRENTLY AVAILABLE FOR ASKS) AND RULES.

Cherry Blossom

"It's been so long, but it still hurts. I miss Cherry… and it's my fault she's gone."

She/Her.

Lesbian, dating Caramel Arrow.

While she sometimes shows signs of her former personality, she's just a... broken shell of herself.

Weapon of Choice: Her parasol?

Caramel Arrow

"Cherry Blossom, you did everything you could to protect her. None of this is on you."

She/Her, transfem.

Lesbian, dating Cherry Blossom.

While she's broken by the assimilation of the Dark Cacao Kingdom, she still presses on, trying to find a way to defeat the Darkness. And hey, just for laughs, she's even glad that Affogato is assimilated.

Weapon of Choice: Isn't it obvious?

Carol

"Hey everyone, isn't this like a camping trip? We're all together, just like old times!…"

She/Her

Single.

She's a Stepford Smiler, obviously traumatized by the Darkness taking over the world, but she still presses on, playing her lyre even in the midst of danger.

The survivors are concerned for her mental health.

Weapon of Choice: She's a pacifist and most likely the medic of the team.

Raspberry

"House Raspberry's honor is at stake. I won't let the Darkness tarnish our name. But sometimes, I wonder if it's all worth it."

She/They, Transfem.

Lesbian, dating Parfait.

She's MAD at the Darkness for assimilating the Hollyberry Kingdom and House Raspberry, and taking Knight, Princess, Hollyberry, Wildberry and even Tiger Lily. However, during the apocalypse, she learns more about friendship and stuff.

Weapon of Choice: Her sword, duh.

Parfait

"I can't believe this is happening. I thought my music would bring joy to everyone. Now… I can't even find my voice."

She/Her

Lesbian, dating Raspberry.

The Darkness took over while she was performing, and thus left her scarred. Due to this, she no longer wears her stage outfit, only a simple white hoodie and black leggings, signifying how far she has come. Nonetheless, she oftentimes remains as her bubbly self.

Weapon of Choice: Idk.

Onion

"Why won't the tears stop? I just want everything to be normal again..."

She/Her

Questioning

She remains the same, but she is more traumatized. Luckily, Blackberry is there to protect her with every fiber of her being. As for Adventurer, however... he met an unfortunate fate.

Weapon of Choice: None.

Blackberry

"In the darkest of times, a maid's duty is to protect and serve, even if it means facing the unknown."

She/Her

Bisexual (Dated Cherry Blossom, married to Adventurer, until he got assimilated)

She has a 50/50 personality. She often remains the same as she is; stoic and reserved. However, in battle, she uses her weapon with precision and becomes a stoic badass.

Weapon of Choice: Shotgun.

Latte

"Magic can't mend everything... i learned that the hard way."

She/Her

Questioning

After the Darkness took over Parfaedia, she and Cream Puff are the sole survivors. She still maintains her motherly nature at times, but she sometimes becomes cynical. Fun fact: She lost her arm in a fight against the Darkness, but she managed to stitch it back together.

Weapon of Choice: That magic spoon she has.

Cream Puff

"The darkness haunts my every step, but I won't let it break me..."

She/Her

Questioning

Cream Puff failed to turn the tides against the Darkness, and she becomes more panicked as a result, thus leading to her getting headaches. She wears an ice pack headband as result. Other than that, she's still her usual self.

Weapon of Choice: Her magic wand. Isn't it obvious?

Moonlight

"Stardust's sacrifice always echoes in my dreams."

She/Her

Lesbian (Dating Sea Fairy until she got assimilated)

She assimilation of the City of Wizards left her scarred. She lost everyone. Stardust, Milky Way, Space Doughnut, Blueberry Pie (well, sort of), and especially Sea Fairy. She's missing an eye and is a broken shell of her former self. However, she won't give up on trying to protect the survivors.

Weapon of Choice: Well, that key wand she has.

Cotton

"The blizzard may have taken everything, especially... him, but I won't let it take my spirit."

She/Her

Straight

She tried to guide a few survivors to safety, until they got assimilated. Even worse, Frost Queen got assimilated, thus leading to Sherbet getting assimilated as a result. While still traumatized from that experience, she won't give up a single bit to guide the remaining survivors to safety.

Shining Glitter

"I won't give up on finding them… on finding a way to save them."

She/Her

Bisexual (Dating Black Lemonade... until she got assimilated)

She was originally one of the ones that got assimilated, but due to her own determination, she managed to break free, though her left eye was corrupted. Using a needle, she pierced it, and covered it with a white cloth eyepatch. She's broken by the fact that most of her friends are assimilated, especially Black Lemonade, but she won't give up on finding a way to uncorrupt Black Lemonade and Rockstar, even if it's for a little while.

Beet is a survivor, but she might be open for asks someday, idk.

RULES

Don't expect me to answer the question in a few seconds. It might even take a few minutes. The blog owner is human, you know!

The askblog's content is at least 13+. So no NSFW questions, nor problematic themes like racism.

Still working on the rules.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run cataclysm #cookie run au #cookie run kingdom au #crk au #pibby #pibby apocalypse #pibby au #ask blog #ask open #ask box open #asks are open

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idekforfun · 8 months

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Fascination- H.J.P

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-Summary: Since she was young, Reyya always felt useless, or at least that's what she was told. Thought to be a squib, she lived her life in self pitty, disappointed that she was given something so extraordinary and she was unable to use it. That is until she turnes 15 and suddenly with more power than she ever dreamed of, she is called upon to help defeat the darkest wizard of all time all whilst experience life, friendship, and even love for the first time.

-Pairing: Harry James Potter X O.C.

-Word count: 1,963

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I had only just dozed off when I was awoken by the unmistakable sound of number 12 Grimauld Place's front door being slammed shut. I opened my eyes to see the surrounding dust shift from its place among the walls and furniture and scatter around me. My nose tickled with a sneeze, which I suppressed. As I sit up in bed, I hear a loud female voice, none other than Mrs. Weasley greeting whoever walked through the door. Their conversation is too low for me to hear, but after a few seconds, I hear footsteps climbing the stairs, past my room, and further up into the dark and dingy house.

I had only seen pictures of London in the newspaper whenever I could catch a glance at one, and so far the old black family house was nothing like pictured or expected. Not that my expectations were too high, of course, I'd take this over the cynical orphanage back home any day.

I swung my legs out of bed to stand up, my foot brushing against one of the open school books I left lying around. I picked up what I realized was a charms book and a piece of parchment slid out the side of it, onto my lap. Written on the parchment was a list of 30 charms and enchantments I was to have mastered by the end of this week. We'd be heading to Hogwarts tomorrow, and I didn't know how to feel about the new experience lying ahead of me. A part of me was excited and ready to show off all that I was able to learn, 4 years' worth of schooling, in just one summer. It then dawned on me that I wouldn't be able to even disclose this information to anyone, as per what Dumbledore and I agreed on. The other part of me was terrified because I knew what I was really here for, and I would be alone once again just as I was, and had always been.

I closed the book and set it aside, and as I stood up there was a loud popping sound which made me let out a loud shriek. I put my hand on my chest and took deep breaths to calm my speeding heart and looked up to see two red headed twin menaces in front of me. "I'm starting to see why your mom gets mad at that." I said through labored breaths.

The two twins were hunched over laughing, and Fred took a deep enough breath to murmur out "Mom!" in an obnoxious American accent, which caused the two to delve deeper in their laughing fits.

"You know I could have been naked!" I said in mock annoyance. They continued giggling as George said "We're gonna head up to Rons room, Harry just arrived and we're sure he's going to want to do some snooping with us." The name grabbed my attention immediately.

"Harry? As in Harry potter?" I questioned. Even we American wizards knew of Harry and what he had done to the UK wizarding world. Hell, he even saved us by extension.

"The one and only." Fed said with a wink. I rolled my honey eyes at him and replied, "Okay, I'll be right up." The twins then dissaparted in the blink of an eye. I stared at the spot that they were just occupying not even seconds ago and breathed in a sigh of awe. Having been newly exposed to this amount of magic only months ago, I was still mesmerized by the things that we were capable of. If only I had been capable of them much sooner.

I shake the thoughts of the past from my head almost as soon as they come. There's no point in dwelling on them now. I grabbed the soft black crewneck from the end of my bed, slip it on, and head to Rons room.

As I climbed the stairs, I could feel my left hand start to shake from nervousness. I had only just started getting used to everyone here about a month ago. The Weasleys were the easiest to warm up to. Mrs. Weasley immediately treated me like one of her own, and I couldn't help but be jealous of her kids for having a mother like her. I would even notice her pampering me a bit more than them, something I'm sure has to do with a conversation I caught her and Dumbledore having, him being the only person that knows everything about my situation, which I couldn't appreciate enough.

I warmed up the quickest to the twins because it was hard not to love them, really. They never really found the need to question why I was there, and just accepted me for what they knew. They also have this game going on between them to see who can make me smile more. My lips curl up at the thought, and a warmth spreads through me at the realization that I don't have to be alone any more.

Ron and Hermione were very curious as to who I was and why I was brought here. I tried to give as little detail as possible and they stopped asking after the third week, but I could still tell they were curious. They tried their best to include me, Hermione was wicked good at spells so she helped tutor me a lot, and Ron made sure to catch me up on all they had been through up until that year. Trolls, chambers, grims, and tournaments were just scratching the surface. He always tried to offer me a game of chess every night, but in fear of getting too close, I mostly declined them. The smile that lifted my lips fell. I was outside Rons door now. I could hear the laughter and cheers from outside the door and I lowered my head in grief, grief that I would never have friendships like this, grief that I wouldn't allow myself too.

I lifted my head, clenched my shaking hand into a tight fist, and knocked on the door. A "Come in!" was shouted through the door, so I twisted the knob and pushed open it open. As I entered, my eyes immediately fell upon Harry Potter sitting on a large bed between the twins. I could feel Harry's gaze on me as I wondered into the room and the twins let out a chorus of "Heys!" and "She came's". I bit back the smile on my face and replied "Hey guys. Hi Ron, hi Hermione."

Hermione gave me a soft smile and said, "Hey Reyya, I'm glad you joined us." I returned her smile with a mirroring one and shifted my eyes back to the messy haired boy in front of me .

"This is Harry, Harry Potter." My eyes met his once again and he gave me a slight head nod in greeting although he looked a bit confused.

"Reyya here is on a secret mission that she can't tell anyone about so don't bother asking." Ron said bluntly. I let out a slight laugh as Hermione hit his shoulder and I walked over and sat on the empty armchair to the right of the bed. I could feel Harry's eyes follow me as I moved, and I could feel my hand start shaking again from the attention.

"Secret mission?" Harry questioned me with a glint in his eyes.

"Nothing like what you're used to from what Ron tells me." I teased slightly.

"Did you finish fourth year charms Reyya? From what I could remember that was all you had left." Hermione asked.

"I finished it last night so I was thinking you could help run everything back with me before school starts?" I asked. She replied "Of course." With a smile when Harry spoke up again. "Fourth year charms?" He questioned.

"I'm starting school as a fifth year." I replied. I silently hoped he wouldn't ask any more questions, but it was clear that he was just as curious as his friend.

"Wait, so you didn't go to wizarding school in..." He trailed off. So he definitely picked up on the accent.

"In America. We have a school there I just couldn't start until this year. It's complicated." I replied nervously. I could feel my breathing slightly pick up as they all gazed at me. I let my gaze flicker to Fred, and I think he could sense my anxiety, so he changed the subject quickly.

"Okay that's enough of your dulcet tones," Fred spoke. I shot him a smile. George then continued, "If you're all done shouting, wanna hear something more interesting?" He said with a smile.

The twins ushered us out into the hallway and we all gathered around the balcony. George pulled out two ears that were connected by a string and proceeded to gently lower one side of the device down the balcony in front of the kitchen door where an order meeting was currently being held.

Behind me a door opened and out came Ginny, the youngest Weasly. "Hey guys. Hi Harry." she spoke as she huddled in with us, pushing me closer to Harry who was stood next to me. I shot him an apologetic smile and we all leaned in closer to the ear.

I was told a decent amount of order information already after the meetings by Sirius, but a good amount was still withheld from me, so it couldn't hurt to listen.

"If anyone has a right to know, it's Harry. If it wasn't for Harry... we wouldn't even know Voldemort was back." Sirius spoke. A mix of voices sounded after him, Remus, Mrs. Weasley, and Severus Snape.

"He's not a child, Molly."

"But he's not an adult either. He's not James, Sirius."

"Well, he's not your son."

"He's as good as. Who else has he got? "

"He's got me."

"How touchingly paternal, Black. Perhaps Potter will grow up to be a felon, just like his godfather."

"Now, you stay out of this, Snivellus."

From beside me, I could feel Harry go rigid.

"Snape's part of the Order?"

Fred replied with a simple "Git."

Just then, a static noise came from the ear, and they all looked down to see Crookshanks, Hermione's cat, nipping at the other ear.

Geroge began to tug on the string. "Get off it!"

"Quick, get it up." Fred urged him while Hermione was softly scolding the cat.

The cat took one final nibble and the ear detached itself from the string.

"Hermione, I hate your cat." Fred spoke in annoyance.

"Bad crookchanks!" she called down to the cat that seemed to not have a care in the world.

Harry let out a soft breath as the kitchen door opened and Mrs. Weasley stepped out. A poof sounded and the twins apparated down next to their mother. The rest of us walked down the stairs and by the time we got down there she was just about done yelling at them. In the doorway stood Sirius, and he looked down at his godson with a glint in his eye.

"Harry Potter." He had the slightest of smiles on his face, but his eyes shine with stars at the image of his godson stood in front of him. This is the brightest I've seen his face since my arrival. Harry repeats his name back and they embrace each other. I lower my eyes from the special moment in envy. No matter how long it's been, there will always be gentle reminders of my lack of family and the love that comes with it. Mrs. Weasley announces that dinner is ready, and as we all crowd into the kitchen, I leave my sorrows and burdens at the kitchen door.

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#harry potter #harry james potter #harry potter fanfiction #hogwarts #remus lupin fanfiction #sirus black #sirius black fanfiction #harry potter x oc

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This Christmas Party Was So Fun That Now I’m a Communist, by Brennan Lee Mulligan

Highlights:

[I] thought to myself, “This is the most fun I’ve ever seen anyone have. ... This is… so great. This is… completely fucked.”

This party cannot be allowed to happen again. It was too much fun! No human being can justify having that much fun. There is an indirect but tangible connection between my family’s inability to purchase health insurance, and the quality of the hors d’oeuvres at this party. The world that makes my childhood friends go on large, unnecessary detours to get a shot at their dreams is the same world that heaps largely unappreciated splendors on these party-goers. It’s not an intuitive conclusion to draw, but when you think about it, the reason this chocolate truffle tastes so good is that my brother and I went to a state school. The reason this champagne is on the house is that the house is largely on Africa, South America and rural India.

This party is so much goddamned fun and it has to be stopped.

I wondered if I had been too harsh. Perhaps there was some kind of justice to all of this that I, as the malnourished, hayseed-child of the working poor, could not fully comprehend.

In that moment, I knew that I would never again experience a party this fun. Because the next time I was at a party this fun, I’d be burning it to the ground, holding high the banner of the revolution.

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If you had guessed there would be a fortuneteller at this party, you would have been dead wrong. Because there were two fortunetellers at this party.

This party was so insane, extravagant and incredible that the hosts hired not one, but two separate soothsayers. The services of two women capable of piercing space and time with their minds were required for this shindig. Next to one of the three fully-stocked open bars, there was a woman wearing a bird on her head who was reading palms. And downstairs, in a hallway filled with ancient Buddhist art recovered during the Chinese invasion of Tibet, there was a Romani woman giving Tarot card readings. I mean, take your pick, really. Do you prefer the occult prognostications of cartomancy, or the intimate and personal revelations of the mysteries of your own goddamned hand? Because this party had both.

This party was so far off the fucking chain that you could have one of two magic women tell you what was going to happen to you in your future. And if you didn’t like what she said, you could get a second opinion, and never be more than thirty feet away from a fondue pot.

There was also a magician in a tuxedo walking around doing sleight of hand tricks. So to reiterate: Three different wizards were working at this party.

This party was the most fun anyone has ever had. And something needs to be done about it.

I arrived at the party as they were still setting up. The penthouse, located a few blocks from the eastern edge of Central Park, was in a word "palatial." It felt like I had stepped out of the gilded, art deco elevator into the distant palace of some Caliph at the height of the Ottoman Empire, were it not, I should add, for the many Christmas decorations being put up by an army of party planners. Pine garlands the length of city buses, with the circumference of an elephant’s leg, wrapped around marble banisters on staircases that ascended to impossible balconies overlooking Park Avenue. Shelves lined with ancient and powerful scotches, first edition books beyond reading, paintings and sculptures by artists so French that, were I to whisper their names, I would first need to buy a Rosetta Stone app. And all of this was being slathered in artisanal glass ornaments, gilded candles, sprigs of holly and every other thing that turns the darkest part of the year into the hap-happiest season of all. Guys, this party made the trailer for The Great Gatsby look like the strip mall parking lot where two divorced parents meet to exchange their children.

In the scraps and shreds of memory that come to me from that wild night of celebration, I remember certain landmarks. As guests exited an elevator that opened directly into the foyer of the apartment, they were greeted by butlers holding glasses of bellinis, champagne and sparkling water. They walked to a floor of waitered tables and a small dance floor, while being serenaded by a rotating cast of singers and pianists. These areas were overlooked by balconies with performers and entertainers of various stripes and shades, and from these balconies led hallways that arrived at various catered dining rooms and seating areas, all cozy, lovely and intimate, all just the right size to see that, yes, other people were having fun, but not too many other people were having too much fun too close by. And throughout it all, guests were bombarded with trays of lobster, caviar and truffle oil brioche canapés.

This party was like if the Dalai Lama and Elrond Half-Elven owned a castle together, and had decided to throw a birthday party for Santa Claus. More money than I have yet made in my life was spent on this party. It was immediately the most fun I’ve ever had, and within minutes, I was deeply unsettled.

As the immaculately dressed and bejeweled guests wended their way to banquet tables of delicious food and various dance floors, they were lit from not a single actual light bulb. I don’t know when I realized it, but aside from candlelight and the glow of the city through the windows, there was not a single visible source of light in the entire party. “Why do the rich find light bulbs so distasteful?” I thought. Every light had been tucked, hidden or sequestered from view, ensconced in little cubbies or stowed underneath cabinets, so that a warm glow filled everything, and you couldn’t tell how or from where. It became almost maddening as soon as I recognized it. Where is all this light coming from? Is this why I’m poor? Too much direct light?

While I was trying to piece this together, the music had once again changed, and I peered from the balcony where I was standing, to see the hired singer and pianist walk from the small raised stage with its rented Steinway through the doors into a literal servants’ quarters, like in Downton-motherfucking-Abbey. AND THERE WAS A PARTY IN THERE! A separate party for people working at the first party! The performers, jugglers, soothsayers and probably sex-workers that had been hired by the hosts had a separate catering group attending solely to their needs. This party was so dope, it was spawning sub-parties to bolster the spirits of workers for what I’m now calling “The Motherparty.”

I ducked into the servants’ party to discover that one of the singers had a day-job at the New York Metropolitan Opera. This Christmas party was so fucking great, that one of the 16 people they hired to sing in one of the rooms is a professional Opera singer at the Met.

I began to notice how many people were working at this party. There were the many performers and entertainers, and a fleet of photographers, separate from the gentlemen running the rented photo booth, which swarmed all night with beautiful young women immortalizing their splendor. One such woman was photographed while instagramming herself in front of the photo booth, which is maybe how wormholes are created. There were business staff, house staff, building staff, the host’s personal and executive assistants, custodians, and caterers, all of whom disappeared into grey hallways, designed to be ugly but also kind of invisible, a place where the help disappeared to. When you’re rich, you can afford to have sections of your home into which you never go.

As I watched the quick, nervous movements of the help, I began to look at who was actually attending the party. I ate my free lobster and furrowed my brow. These people probably didn’t even call their free lobster “free lobster.” They probably just called it “lobster.”

I watched the beautiful children of the rich mingle and converse. Young, gay men so fabulous that I couldn’t even tell you the most basic elemental details of what they were wearing. Possibly a fabric? Maybe not. It could have been a ceramic. I just don’t have the facts. Some young Ivy League dudes, pupating senators and ambassadors. The young women were gorgeously dressed, adorned with jewels, and so beautiful that they seemed photo-shopped in person. It would be easy to write off these airbrushed debutants as vapid, but they weren’t. They all had sharp, predatory eyes and laughed quickly and with fierce intelligence. They were ubermensches, as much the daughters of their bloodthirsty, corporate fathers as their supermodel mothers. These stunning women would spend the rest of their ball-gowned lives handing out their fathers’ likely ill-gotten fortunes to worthy charities, and going to parties just like this one.

From a distance, it was hard to tell the mothers and the daughters apart. Rich women don’t age, they just desiccate. Their jewelry, hair, gowns, even their posture and attitude all stay the same as their elegant, somewhat more humid daughters. A rich young woman and a rich old woman, standing next to each other, kind of look like a snake having perfectly shed its skin.

The old men were by far the most diverse bunch. Old billionaires wear whatever the fuck they want. One man wore a maroon, velvet, three-piece suit and a paisley cravat, and he must have been sweating in it, but I couldn’t tell because he had doused himself in a cologne that I’m going to call “A Million, Billion Different Kinds Of Fruit, by Calvin Klein.” There were two shaven-headed men of Caucasian descent, wearing black hakama robes and some kind of pendants. They had white socks and sandals, and from the way people were bowing to them, I’m guessing they were some kind of religious officials, but I can’t be quite sure. Whatever faith they practiced, it wasn’t Christianity, Judaism, Islam, Buddhism, Hinduism, Sikhism, Baha’i, Taoism, Shinto, Confucianism, Voodoo, Wicca or the Dreamtime Faith of the Aboriginal Shamans. If I had to guess, I would say they were either members of the Illuminati, or we are living in the Matrix and they are priests from the remaining human city in the real, outer world.

I don’t know what religion they were from. Do we get why that’s scary? Aside from the fact that a vast chunk of my education centered on world religions and mythology, religions really want you to know about them. That’s their whole business model. They tell you why things are the way they are and then you give them money. So the fact that there’s a religion that I’m too poor to know about is deeply troubling.

These rich old billionaires were the kindest, sweetest old gents. In conversations I overheard more than once, a man worth more than my entire extended family (which is Irish and therefore vast and mighty) talked about another man at the party as “just being the sweetest soul,” or referred to a cupcake at a certain café as “sinfully seductive.” And I realized, these men may have been cutthroat sharks before, or they may have inherited their fortunes, but none of that matters now. They won. They won life. They are lions that, having killed enough gladiators, are now left gloriously alive to become old and toothless. The host of the party had an entire wall covered in plaques and trophies. I read most of them, and still couldn’t tell you what he did for a living. Because whatever he had done, he certainly didn’t need to do it anymore. His accomplishments referenced his humanitarianism, his civic heroism and his contributions to culture and civilization. So whether or not this man had worked at Bain Capital gutting companies in the American Heartland didn’t matter, because he had rescued a bunch of Tibetan art and now he was kissing other billionaires on both cheeks and saying, “Tom, I’m in love with you!” because who gives a fuck, I’m rich!

I watched these crazy old holiday wizards and their jeweled scarab wives, their Oxford sons and Cambridge daughters, and thought to myself, “This is the most fun I’ve ever seen anyone have. Louis the XVI would've shit a brick if he'd ever thrown a party this good. This is… so great. This is… completely fucked.”

I began to notice that people were looking at me funny. For a moment I became scared that they realized I was poor. Perhaps I had used the wrong fork, or a moth had flown in lazy spirals out of my wallet, or my toes had popped out of the holes in my shoes. But then I realized it was my expression that was drawing looks. I looked flabbergasted and astounded. And they didn’t.

That’s when I realized it. These motherfuckers weren’t going to the best party of their lives. They weren’t even necessarily going to the best party of their week. Who knows? Maybe one of these plutocrats was sneering at the lack of a third fortuneteller. “No augur divining mysteries from the movement of birds? No oracle breathing poison and screaming prophesies? You call this a Christmas Party!”

Well fuck that!

This party is so much goddamned fun and it has to be stopped.

The last singer finished a tear-jerking rendition of Ave Maria, and the DJ came out. A man who looked like a young, handsome Santa Claus wheeled out his holly-studded turntable and then killed it. Every song he played was fucking perfect. Cecilia. Signed, Sealed, Delivered. Rescue Me. This goddamned DJ could do no wrong. And the patricians began to dance.

And oh how they danced. I used to think that only we poor, starving bohemians could truly dance with the hedonism and reckless abandon of our pagan ancestors. I was WRONG, guys. Starving artists don’t dance with reckless abandon. We dance like we’re trying to forget that the rent is past due. We dance to sweat off that last box of Annie’s Mac & Cheese. We dance to trick the endorphins into healing our tired, unkempt bodies.

The rich, however, dance as if possessed by Pan himself. The young and old alike gyrated, wiggled and bounced like they had not a care in the world. Sorry, let me rephrase that. The young and old alike gyrated, wiggled and bounced BECAUSE they had not a care in the world. And it was magical. Every face beamed with glorious jubilation. I saw five separate people fall in love that night, and I know it’s going to work out, because of just how good that party was. It was the most magical night I have ever witnessed, and so help me God, I will toil unyieldingly to ensure it never happens again.

For a brief moment I surveyed the upper balcony. The host and his wife smiled gaily, singing along and dancing. They looked so serene. So happy. And I saw the host turn, and start handing out tip money to the staff. $50 bills flew from his fingers into the waiting hands of the army of party workers. And they thanked him for his kindness. And he was kind. He was a kind man, this white-suited oligarch. In that moment, I wondered if I had been too harsh. Perhaps there was some kind of justice to all of this that I, as the malnourished, hayseed-child of the working poor, could not fully comprehend.

The caterers left the hall, and the DJ stopped.

That’s when I noticed that while the dance party had been happening, a Pinkberry and a Wafels & Dinges had both opened inside the penthouse.

Let me say that again.

A Pinkberry and a Wafels & Dinges both had their grand openings during and inside this party. Two, miniature, satellite restaurants with mobile service stations, serving free food, staffed by uniformed employees, with their full assortment of products, had sprouted up within the span of ten minutes. For every fortuneteller in this party, there was a restaurant in this party. And the choir sang. And the people ate. And the champagne flowed. And the two fortunetellers ordered extra nutella on their wafels & dinges. And the velvet suit fruit man hugged a young gay boy wearing a scarf with the whole Bhagavad Gita written on it and whispered, “We are never, ever going to die.”

Merry Christmas. Happy New Year. Fight the Power.

— Brennan Lee Mulligan

#thought-provoking when I first read it a while back #thinking about it again recently #wealth inequality

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In The Shadows of Friendship Forever

Chapter 15: Anne

Christmas day dawned bright, with snow and gifts through the land. All around, children were waking and running to their trees to see if Father Christmas had come, some were playing with gifts they had opened on the eve, some took oranges and other fruits from the tree. Within the hour, people started gathering in the streets to head to the churches scattered around and as the bells started ringing out, little carts with horses pulled last moment turkeys to buy for dinner. Anne sat watching it all from her little window, feeling detached and distant from it all. The wizarding world celebrated just as much as the Muggles, however she felt no cheer or motivation to join in. This was now the second Christmas she had spent alone and her third with the curse that constantly plagued her. Last year at Christmas had been her darkest yet, she had been in a state of server distress. Her uncle had just been killed at the hands of her own brother and she and Ominis had just turned said brother into the Ministry, sure she would never see him again. The year before that, she had spent Christmas mostly in bed trying not to cry out in pain every few moments, with Sebastian being goofy, trying to cheer her up, but it just made her feel worse and she had wanted him to leave her be. Uncle Solomon had shouted at him to leave her alone and her brother and uncle had gotten into one of their many fights. Ominis had been there too, when Sebastian and Solomon started shouting, their dear friend had looked like he wanted to flee from the one roomed house or hide and make himself look unnoticeable. That Christmas had been their last together and all she remembered of it was Sebastian throwing dark looks at their uncle’s back while Ominis sat in silence with his new scarf in his hands, clearly something from his own family running through his head. Other Christmases had been much happier, she wished she could return to them, even if they were just memories.

The small town she was in looked like a postcard. It was so odd hearing quite posh English accents all around rather than the musical Scottish ones she was used too, everybody down here talked oddly to her, but customs were the same. Muggles came and went and gossiped in the street, a few times she thought she caught a glimpse of a wizard or witch trying to dress as a Muggle, they were wearing green and purple which give them away as magical. She didn’t know if it was just her imagining things, being in a different country, in a new home, but she felt a strange feeling creeping into her bones. It had started almost at once, she would feel as if she was being watched, she would turn and see nothing. If she sat in her room, she half expected to see somebody at her window. A few times she had drawn her wand while outside, sure somebody was behind her, only to see her own shadow. At night, she had snuck glances at the street outside, but it was empty. Yet the feeling of somebody being there stayed with her. She had told herself she was being silly, it was just this unfamiliar town. A group of laughing children ran past her window; chasing hoops with sticks, Muggle children played with some odd toys, they all looked so happy. A little boy then ran too close to a cart pulling turkeys and the horse spooked. It lifted its front legs in the air and as Anne watched, the man with the cart tried to beat the boy away from the animal’s path, an older girl came running over to save the boy, she shouted at the man and threw snow from the floor at him before they both ran off. Anne laughed as the man shouted, knocking the snow off his cart and birds. Serves the man right, the boy had only been playing with his new toy. Maybe the boy and girl were siblings, Anne thought, it was something she would have done for Sebastian. And there it was again, suddenly, the feeling she was going to be sick that had nothing to do with any curse. At the same time, she felt on the verge of tears, she also felt like hitting something. She put her hands to her face. Her curse may one day be cured, or at least managed with breathing and potions to ease her pain, the guilt from what she did to Sebastian however would never go away.

Maybe today would be the day? She hesitated by the window. It was nice here, she could watch the Muggles more, maybe pick up some of their festive cheer by just watching them through her window. Or perhaps she could go outside. Her eyes moved across the room to her bed. There sitting on her bed was a relic from her past. The teddy bear their parents had given to Sebastian when he had been a small boy. They had given her a doll at the time, but it was lost to the years, the teddy bear however was special to Sebastian, he had even taken it to Hogwarts in his first year. When Sebastian had been taken away, she had returned to Feldcroft and taken it from his possessions to remind her of the brother – the real Sebastian – who she had lost. She stared at the teddy bear and it seemed to stare back at her. Judging. Its little buttoned eyes gazing into her soul, seeing her guilt. It was just a walk. She was just going to walk around the town for a little while, feel the festive cheer, maybe find something to eat. The turkey smells were already coming into her home from the houses around her. Just a little walk, nothing else. That’s what she told herself as she picked up her old school bag and stuffed Mr Teddy into it. Just a walk. Nothing else. So why was she readying herself mentally to apparate to London. Outside the house she glanced up. This house belonged to the family of a girl from her dorm at Hogwarts. It was a summer retreat for the family, the coast was nearby and until they needed to use it again in the summer, Anne could stay here through winter. It was charmed to keep Muggles away, and most wizards. She was safe here, until the feeling of being watched visited her again. She started walking down the street, a wheel ran past her followed by the little children. The sounds of a piano played nearby and Anne overheard a young lady admiring a new ribbon to one of her friends that she got from a department store, whatever that was. All around her were normal, happy people. And there she was, a cursed young witch walking down the middle of the road in the falling snow, totally lost, trying to convince herself she was on a normal walk, she turned the corner and disapparated to St Mungos. It was time to see Sebastian.

She knew where her brother was, Professor Weasley had written to her to inform her which room he was in, she last wrote to Anne just last week with an update on Sebastian. Anne had a rough idea the state she would find her brother in, her guilt had overcome her when she seen in ink the damage to Sebastian she and Ominis had inflicted upon him. She waisted some time to confirm with the welcome desk which room her brother was in. She had then chosen to take the stairs rather than the lift so she would arrive a few moments later. She had then confirmed again which room her brother was in with the head healer on this ward. All to postpone actually going into the room and seeing her brother with her own eyes.

She lingered outside in the corridor, she stood at the door to his room but did not knock. She was so conflicted and this struggle was not new. Part of her wanted to run into the room and see him. Part of her never wanted to see him ever again, no matter what state he was in. Sebastian had not only just killed their uncle. He had killed a kind and caring man in cold blood in her name and she never wanted that. She loved her uncle, he was good to her, and to Sebastian also, he just couldn’t see it. He had turned to the dark arts and killed the very person who took care of her, who soothed her to sleep when the pain was bad, who made her tea and now she had nobody. Her eyes were filling with tears as the pain of losing her uncle came back again, as raw as ever. However, he was her brother, the one she had grown with, the caring brother who brushed her hair or played Gobstones with her. It was he who she had entered this world with. It was him who she could feel somehow, there was something between them, a sort of spark. They were connected to each other and being apart made each day painful. How could she hate somebody who made her whole? The first day at Hogwarts had been hard for them both. She had been sorted before him and as she made her way to the Slytherin table, his brown eyes had followed her, unsure for a second if they would be together, he had always been book smart with a thirst for knowledge and feared he would be put into Ravenclaw away from her. Sebastian had been a hatstall, she remembered watching with wide eyes, hoping it would shout Slytherin so they would be together. She felt like she couldn’t breathe until it declared him a Slytherin. He had almost ran to rejoin her. At night, she knew he wasn’t far away, just in the boy’s dorms, yet she couldn’t sleep without him being there in the same room as her. She had almost ran down her stairs to greet him in the morning, just before Ominis had found them and became their friend too. She took a deep breath, her hand now on the door, knocked, then pushed open the door.

Her eyes were fixed on her twin laying in the bed, his eyes were closed, clearly he was asleep. The room he was in was small, just his bed in the middle of some medical supplies. The room had been decorated for Christmas and by his bed, a table full of sweets. She also noticed the broken pieces of chocolate on a plate, next to some dried chicken in a bowl, next to a cup of steaming liquid that also, weirdly, looked like the same chocolate, but melted. There was also a little bed pan, with a second nearby. Looking at him, she wasn’t sure what she was seeing. It was Sebastian, yet he looked different. His hair was shorter than normal, but it was his skin that held Anne’s gaze. It was so white, there was little colour in his skin, but dark shadows around his eyes. She was pale herself now, sickly, but somehow she looked in better health than him. His bones were sticking out in places, she could almost see his elbow bone. She found herself transfixed upon his collarbones peeking out at the top of his bedclothes. That was not normal for Sebastian, not normal at all. She touched her own to compare, she could feel it but it didn’t stand out like his was doing. His dark eyelashes appeared almost black against his checks, even his freckles somehow looked washed out and faded. He looked sick. She reached over and carefully touched the beams of light around his arms, why were those on him? Had St Mungos placed them on him or was this a Ministry of Magic requirement? He couldn’t still be under arrest, all the release papers that she had read said he was a free person now. All charges dropped. It must be St Mungos who had put these on him, had Azkaban somehow turned him violent? She bit her lip.

“Sebastian?” She asked quietly. He didn’t move, he just carried on sleeping. Should she wake him? She wasn’t sure how he would even react to seeing her. The last time they had spoken she had attacked him, thrown him into a wall. The last time they had been face to face she was presenting evidence to the ministry at the hearing against him, then she had watched as Aurors came to take him to Azkaban, Sebastian’s fearful brown eyes finding her, a look of plea and absolute hurt within them. She took a seat on the chair by his bed and looked at his face, she had never felt so uneasy in all her life. ‘Why Sebastian, why did you destroy our family?’ She thought, then ‘Why did I do this to you?’ She glanced at the door, then back to her brother. No doubt maybe the healer she had spoken to would tell him she had been, she could just leave before he wakes up, she wouldn’t have to talk to him then. However she knew if she left this second, she would never come back. “Sebastian?” She said a little louder than she had meant. He just continued to breathe slowly. Anne glanced over at the sweets on the table. Whoever had given them to Sebastian must own a small fortune, for it looked like half of Honeydukes lay on the bedside cabinet, but they were all unopened and untouched. There was a book sitting waiting to be read, she knew what book that was, she had often seen them in their home in Feldcroft. Was it likely Professor Weasley was leaving sweets and books here for him, she wondered. She removed her old school bag from her back and opened the buttons that kept it shut. She pulled out the small teddy bear that had seen better days and placed it on the bed, sitting it up against the bars, but close enough to his hands so that he could reach it if he wanted too. “Sebastian?” She tried again, but he must have been deeply asleep. It then occurred to her that maybe Sebastian never woke up, maybe this was what Azkaban had left him like, but the sweets and book countered that idea. Nobody would leave him food if he couldn’t eat it, he had to wake sometimes. Hesitating again, she slowly reached out and took hold of her brother’s hand. A jolt ran through her, like goosebumps through her skin. Sebastian’s magic always did this, but nobody else seemed to notice it. Their parents never, Uncle Solomon never. Ominis never mentioned it either and he was hyperaware of most things other people missed. So she sat there a little while, just holding her brother’s hand, watching him sleep.

Faces flickered before his eyes. Dementors, Professor Weasley. Inferi. Ominis. His uncle. His parents. Voices and echoes. Even Leander Prewett flashed before his eyes. Sebastian looked up, the Hebridean Black’s skeleton was up there, but now it was coming crashing down on Leander. In the few seconds before it halted its decent, he wanted Leander to be crushed under it. Sebastian would see how full of himself Leander really was when he would be whimpering under a skull. They had always been a darkness about him, each time Sebastian had smashed something belonging to his Uncle with his powers, he had always enjoyed it somehow. Even with the Inferi, he had never felt afraid, only excited. He wished he didn’t feel this way, only an evil person who wanted to crush his fellow students would be able to kill his own uncle. His inside seethed with rage. The new fifth year was working with Goblins behind his back. He would kill all the Goblins and make his new friend join in to repay them for their break in trust. His uncle needed to pay too, he had just broke the Relic. Sebastian knew the spell, if Solomon was no longer here? He could save Anne. Ominis and Anne needed to pay too, they had both betrayed him. Turned him in. They were not his family anymore, he knew the spell to make them go away too. ‘No, stop thinking like this’ he thought, his consciousness waking up a little more, realizing cruel thoughts were spinning around his head. In the distance, he could hear screaming again, the rattling breathing of the Dementors. It was as if two Sebastians were in here with him. One who wanted to be angry, to know violence and the other who just wanted- to go home? His parents? To be anybody else. As he had done any times, he gripped the bed with his fingers, only this time it felt like a hand.

His dreams shifted and started becoming clearer, it was another memory. Uncle Solomon had enchanted their snowman to throw snowballs back at them each time they hit it with one of their own. It was growing dark but the ground was full of snow, somehow holding the light around them. All the houses had been decorated for the holidays, even the muggles had placed oil lamps within the garlands, which had then been made to glow brighter with the help of a wizard sneaking onto their roof at night to enchant them. Feldcroft was waiting for the arrival of Father Christmas, he was due to fly past within the hour, or at least he was due to fly past the enchanted part of the hamlet that the Muggles currently couldn’t see. They couldn’t allow the Muggle children in the hamlet to see a conjured image in the sky. Sebastian yelled as a snowball hit him in the face. He was wearing so many layers it didn’t bother him, there was Butterbeer waiting inside the house. They were only allowed to drink it at special times, as it was a grown ups drink. He and Anne were both trying to run closer to the snowman and run back without getting hit. If only they had a wand, grownups could do this without needing to get too close. Bernard Ndiaye came walking over, he was wearing a Santa’s hat. Him and Uncle Solomon started talking. “Kids, be good for your uncle tonight or Santa won’t come.” Bernard smiled, then he winked at Solomon slyly as he walked away. Out of sight of the kids he had formed a Disillusionment Charm and walked to the edge of the hamlet. Other wizard families had come out, some holding cups of eggnog with extra cinnamon, the children pointing into the sky to see if they could see Father Christmas yet. Bernard started to conjure far up into the sky an image of a man in red robes with a large beard sitting in a sleigh pulled by Unicorns. He raised his wand and it suddenly came much brighter. He started moving slowly behind all the houses, the image moved with him. Anne screamed in excitement, pointing up. Sebastian looked up too, he jumped up and down. “Uncle!” He tapped Solomon’s back as he was still too small to reach his shoulder. “Uncle, use Accio and summon his sack. We can get all the presents!”

“YESSS” Screamed Anne. “Use Accio!” “What about the other children, they won’t get any presents if I did that.” Solomon said, entertaining their requests for a second, he pretended to consider it by raising his wand. He knew which house there two would go into once they started Hogwarts. The Sallows had always been in Slytherin, but these two were very suited for the house. “They should have used Accio first.” Anne said. Sebastian nodded “Use Accio Uncle, he may have our Puffskein!” “Santa will come down looking for his sack. Those horns on his unicorns look sharp.” Solomon pretended to advise them. “You were an Auror, Uncle. You can duel Father Christmas and kill his unicorns.” Sebastian answered. “Duel him! Maybe he has a solid gold Gobstone set! Aughhh!” Anne scream, over excited. “Ok, stand back! Acci-Ohh he’s too far away.” Solomon said, lowering his wand. The perfect ‘Ooooohhh’ from the twins almost broke his fake serious expression. As Santa finished his fly over of Feldcroft, Solomon took the twins indoors for their butterbeer. That was a strangely happy dream. None of his dreams had been happy in so long. He vaguely remembered that night, they had been in Feldcroft only a little while, still young enough to believe a man flew in the sky each year without alarming Muggles. He was confused as to why his dreams were suddenly nice again and not full of screaming.

He opened his eyes to find the teddy bear his mother and father had given him looking at him. He knew it wasn’t really here, he had left it back in Feldcroft. It was still in their house, their empty house. An empty table, empty beds. Nobody lived there anymore. “Sebastian?” Anne’s voice “I came to see you - ” He didn’t react to her in anyway, he didn’t even notice her. His eyes were transfixed upon the teddy bear. He wondered if he were to touch it, would it vanish like everything else? Anne could see his brown eyes had finally opened but it was if something wasn’t quite there. His lips were moving as if he was talking. Anne still held his hand, but she looked at his face now in fear, was it possible the Dementors had sucked out his soul and nobody had noticed? “Sebastian?” She tried again. He showed no signs at all that he knew she was there. He closed his eyes tightly and opened them again, the teddy bear was still here. Why was it here? It wasn’t something bad to him, not like seeing the Dementors or Uncle Solomon in his room. This teddy bear held no bad memories to him. His mother had picked that out for him when he had been a very small child, almost a baby still. It was one of the few possessions he had taken to Uncle Solomon’s house. He even had it with him at Hogwarts, but only Ominis knew that as he had touched it one day while sitting on Sebastian’s unmade bed, the other boys in there with them didn’t know about it. His vision increased more and became more traumatic as he realized Anne was in the room with him.

He had seen her a lot lately. She would scream at him before fading out, or she would beg him to save her before the curse consumed her. At times she went to hit him with Depulso, but green light came out of her wand instead as she killed him. Sebastian wondered what horror she would give him this time. Her and that infernal teddy bear. Eyes closed tightly. He kept them close. She wasn’t here. They both weren’t here. He will open his eyes in a moment and he’ll be back in his empty room, maybe a healer will come in soon to give him more medicine. He opened them to see both Anne and the teddy still there. It wasn’t working. He knew from past experiences the visions got worse if he couldn’t get them to go right away. He tugged at his arms, he needed to move away from her, not that she was really here. She was just a nightmare in his head. If he couldn’t see her, she wouldn’t be able to harm him, so he turned his head away from her, still struggling to free himself, those light binds came free if he needed to vomit quickly, why not now when he needed to move away from his imaginary twin.

As Anne watched, Sebastian’s struggles got more and more frantic. His eyes were almost rolling into his head. “Sebastian… Are you okay?” Tears were burning her eyes as the full realization of Sebastian’s condition hit her, she had done this to him. He opened his mouth, but all that came out was odd noises. It sounded like hiccups, but choked, as if his breath was catching. His eyes were wide and staring at her as if she were the most horrific thing he ever seen. Tears were running down her face. She let go of his hand and ran out of the room. In the hall, her sobs reached a crescendo. A healer came over to see if she was okay. It took a while to calm her down and after many reassurances that her brother’s behavour was normal for now, that he did this often, but in time he would recover, she eventually calmed down. While the healer was talking to Anne, another went into the room to check up on Sebastian. “I’ve told him you are real, he thought you were in his head.” The second healer explained to Anne, as the first offered her a cup of tea.

Sebastian touched the teddy bear’s fur carefully, half expecting it to still disappear. Never did his visions run out of the room in tears so what the healer had just told him must have been true. His sister was really here. The teddy bear had fallen forward, right onto Sebastian’s hand. His fingers ran over it. It was real. The door opened again and Anne returned. He looked at her as she sat down. He couldn’t help but look at her. For the past year, all he ever wanted was her and now she was here. “I’m so sorry.” She said. She couldn’t even look at him. Never once did her eyes met his own as he took her in. She still looked okay, she hadn’t got any worse, not from what he could see. Anne sat in silence for a moment, she could see his eyes on her, but she didn’t know what to say to him. She had done the ultimate betrayal by turning him in, but he had killed their uncle. He would likely never forgive her for what she had done to him, but she likely couldn’t forgive him either. Her heart ached badly for both her brother and her uncle. Rather than say anything, she moved his blankets closer up his chest to keep him warm. She placed the bear by his side. Sebastian just laid there watching her, until his eyes found the Christmas tree in the room again. The soft twinkles casting warm light up the wall. Anne just sat, lost in her own thoughts. Her eyes were on the bars by the bed, she still couldn’t bring herself to look at Sebastian fully, scared she would cry or rage at him. “A-An-ne.” He forced out. The sound made her head move automatically to his voice. That had been her name, she was sure, but she could see her brother was struggling to speak. Her brown eyes finally looked into his, she didn’t know what she had expected to see. Cold, dead eyes looking back at her, hollow eyes where her brother’s warm eyes had once been. To her relief, it was the same big brown eyes that could melt the coldest hearts, however they looked a little bloodshot and tired. Somehow, she found the strength to smile, just a little. “Hello Sebastian.” She said quietly. Maybe for hours she sat with him, a quite Christmas in each other’s almost silent company. Maybe other people were happier than them right now, but they were both here, the last of the Sallow family together again.

She got up from the chair she was sitting on and tapped the bar with her wand and it lowered itself. She sat on the side of the bed with him for a moment, then moved up to the pillows, with her feet resting on the chair. Uncle Solomon would say it was improper, but he didn’t have a twin, he didn’t understand what it felt like to have another person who made you whole. She held Sebastian close to her. They would be okay, they would get through this together. Sebastian felt Anne’s arm around him, their heads pressing together gently, he could almost smell the soap in her hair. He was not able to speak or even move too much. For months now he had been left in the worst, most deprived place on the earth and locked within his own head, coming so close to death himself, to being left with nothing to protect him from the nightmares still in his head. However, for the first time since Azkaban he felt truly safe and comforted again.

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Idk if this is possible or not or if you've done it already but could you list all the rainbow references in the show?

Haha- talk about pandora’s box. Sure, personally i think the rainbows have multiple meanings -3 meanings to to be exact

1) Rainbows being associated with psychics + Will’s powers plot twist

*We see in the stranger thing novel 'suspicious minds' when overusing powers you may hallucinate rainbows (which are also associated with the void/ monsters in the series) .

Terry: “Spots bloomed behind her eyelids. Every color … as the sunlight turned to rainbows” ( p44-45), “streaks of rainbow appeared (p47)”,“The rainbow stayed with Terry for a long while, but eventually it faded and in its place: darkness. A pit.”(p. 48).

Alice (who sees visions of the future) : “Snarling, snapping monsters,RAINBOW LIGHTS playing in the air around them” (p. 121).

cough Will being in the upsidedown/being chased by “monsters”. And Joyce communicating with Will via “rainbow lights.”

The rainbow room (from s2) also has a rainbow on the door- according to the novel kali drew that rainbow. Similar to Will's rainbow drawing. Kali in the book also creates a rainbow allusion with sunflowers (Terry ref).

Kali: “field of yellow sunflowers grew up around them. A rainbow arcing over the golden tops.” (p. 139). “He noticed she’d drawn up there, a rainbow with her colored pencils. Maybe he’d suggest that for the playroom” (the rainbow room we see in s2) (p. 298)

I also already talked about how Terry saying "breath, sunflower, rainbow " is actually a reference to s1 Will- here (in link including pic of Will and Terry being told to “breath”.

*El in s3 also thinks of papa, her mother , and the rainbow room- cause she sees a cereal box with a rainbow (on it).

Dustin and susie sing a song from the film adaption of the book "never ending story". Which indicates how Will is subconsciously creating the supernatural creatures & people in the series . Before they sing, we also see susie is next to a ‘wizard of oz’ posters & she reads & talks to Dustin about the book "wizard of earthsea'. 2 of the 3 examples have rainbow-related songs (in their film adaptions) & all 3 hint at Will’s powers.

* wizard of earthsea:

It’s about a pre-teen wizard named Ged who has a bowl cut (Will) who casts a powerful spell, but the spell goes awry and instead he releases a shadow creature (by opening a portal between the living & dead- Will is a zombie boy remember?)! The new Archmage, Gensher, describes the shadow as an ancient evil that wishes to possess Ged. But the ‘shadow’ turns out to be a representation of the darkest aspects of his personality. It’ only when he calls the shadow monster by his own name “Ged”(cough mf=will the wise) does the monster stop acting out. The only way to save the world is for ged to then merge with the shadow(and for Ged to accept himself-and “become whole”).This also reminds me of the “Jungian shadow”

* never ending story:

Bastian ( who has a bowl cut- and is from single parent house hold) subconsciously creates a fantasy world being over run by darkness (symbolizing the loss of hope and dreams). One of the characters he creates is Atreyu (El). Atreyu ( was the child deemed the ‘chosen one). “Atreyu is knocked into the sea of possibilities. There he wakes on the shore of abandoned ruins. And Gmorick (mindflayer) then latches his jaws onto Atreyu’s (El’s) leg.”Pretty much what happened to El.”The Empress in the story later tells Atreyu, that despite being told he was the chosen one (he never was). And that it was always Bastian (Will) who was the chosen one-since his imagination created Fantasia (so he’s the only way to stop the darkness from over -running it).”

Will has mental health issues and accidentally writes a “story” about the shadow monster (reflecting his tra*ma). Bastian is depressed (over his parent) and subconsciously creates a story about darkness over-running everything. Like how Hopper describes his depression- like a black hole.

song Dustin & Susie sing:

“Written on the pages is the answer to a never ending story” (cough the books susie referenced - are explaining the answer to what’s causing the mindflayer/upsidedown/the lab...this story )

“DREAM a dream. And what you DREAM will be” ( Will’s imagination making his nightmares come true)

“Rhymes that keep their secrets Will unfold behind the clouds.And there upon a RAINBOW Is the answer to a never ending story.”

(the lyric “rhymes that keep their SECRETS” purposely pans to Will both times the song is sung). Because the ‘SECRET’ is -he’s causing everything. And thus he’s the only way to stop it- or they’ll all be stuck in a never-ending story. The only way to stop it is for Will to face his shadow/the mindflayer (aka the other Will) who is always shown within the STORM CLOUDS . Will needs to create a RAINBOW (out of those storm clouds). Like rainbows that show up AFTER a storm.He’d do this by accepting himself , his tra*ma/mental health relating to his dad, and or his gay identity- then the story will be able to end.Dustin even says “ defeat his RAINBOW of DARKNESS” (and later says a “rainbow is the answer ”(to the story). st book:”The RAINBOW stayed with Terry for a long while, but eventually it faded and in its place: DARKNESS. A pit.”AKA: Will has to face his symbolic darkness and the storm/and than create a rainbow from it- for the story to end...

When Dustin says ‘rainbow of darkness’ he talks about my little pony- where one of their friends became a dragon. in d&d wizards can become dragons &Bastian also summons a dragon with his imagination powers in ‘never ending story’. And Will is associated with dragons: s1he has dragon comic & drawing, s2 Will has dragon poster in his room + watches his friends play dragon game. And again... dungeons & dragons.

Also tw for s.a/parental ab*se (so skip to ‘wizard of oz’ if you prefer ). In the 4th book of wizard of Eathsea (20 years after the original, where ged was the protagonist). The new main protagonist - was r*ped and burned by her father as a child (and in the sequel she became a dragon as a form of empowerment ). which goes with my lonnie theory-sadly.

*wizard of oz:

it’s about a Dorothy creating a mythical world based on people she both likes and dislikes . Dorothy sings in the movie a song about a ‘RAINBOW’ and references ‘DREAMS’ coming true in a mythical land -much like the ‘never ending story’ song (referencing “rainbows”/”dreams” coming to life).

“There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby Somewhere over the RAINBOW, Skies are blue, And the DREAMS that you dare to dream, really do come true...”

We see in s1 Hopper cop-partner calls the lab “emerald city”. Murray in s2 says people “don’t want to look behind the curtain” (to see what’s causing the supernatural -in the film what was literally behind the curtain was a wizard-cough like Will). We also have -lion, tiger, and bear stuffed animals (as a ‘lion, and tigers, and bears-oh my!’ quote )from the film. And David harbor (Hopper) when referencing the s4 rainbow room (quotes the song) and he also quotes a speech from Dorothy-when posting about the cabin the mindflayer destroyed.

2) Rainbow cups (hinting at Lonnie’s return)

We see 2 rainbow cups in the series.

in s2) when Mike & Will are sitting together & saying they’re “crazy together” . This cup next to them says “happy birthday” in rainbow. Later that season- they talk about Will’s birthday-rainbow drawing, Mike&Will meeting & Lonnie leaving. And in s2, we also see in Will’s room a card that says “sorry, I forgot your birthday”(most likely from Lonnie). So both Lonnie & Mike are associated with Will’s bday.

in s3) We see a woman yell “I don’t want her in my house!” (while she sits next to a rainbow cup). reminiscent of Joyce saying to Lonnie “get out of my house”. We also know there are rumors s4 takes place during Will’s birthday & Lonnie’s actor may have been spotted on set. Along with the fact (it’s pretty much confirmed) Mike will be visiting the Byers in s4. However, the woman (next to the rainbow cup) also says “2 visitor only. 2!″

THE 2 VISITORS ARE MIKE &LONNIE (for Will’s b day).

Also, in s3, when El is drinking from cup- she sees a rainbow. And what’s the first word she thinks of? “Papa.”

so rainbow+cup= shitty dads (lonnie & brenner) probably returning

*And of course if that’s the case -Lonnie (the same guy who called Will h*mophobic sl*rs) will not be supportive of Mike & Will’s “friendship”. And will not be nice to Mike (to say the least). Like... imagine Hopper in s3 - but we know he’s not bluffing and the audience won’t have the option to take it as a joke... and yes the s4 movies hint at that...

3) gay symbolism

First we have Mike wheeler. He in s1 has rainbows sheets, rainbow bedroom blinds , and in his basement there’s a heart propelled by a rainbow. This is like how in s3 Mike kisses El and there is a drawing that says "Mike'. And on the drawing is a heart propelled by a rainbow. I already explained how its symbolic of him trying to be straight/fighting his feelings for Will, but wherever he goes a rainbow still follows (even when he tries being romantic with El). He’s trying to hide his “rainbow heart” by dating El- why in s3 (the rainbow-heart in his basement) mysteriously disappeared from his room (but a similar symbol follows Mike even when he kisses El).

Even in s2 when talking about Will (in the AV tech room): Mike is placed in the center of 2 objects : an object with 11 on it & on the right a rainbow apple (this apple is supposed to be an ode to the gay father of computers- but also about the forbidden apple). Hinting at the love triangle of Mike (with El/Will). PLUS, in the ST book ‘worlds turned upsidedown’ they literally show Mike in the AV room- and put the caption “FALLING IN LOVE- with tech” (and placed rainbow flags next to the caption). And of course we have Mike & Will pose next to the rainbow apple- in the AV room.

We also see when Mike and Will says they’re “crazy together” (aka LOVE-as Flo stated) and they’re next to a rainbow cup that says Happy birthday .

And later that season they ref the rainbow ship Will drew for his birthday-which Joyce was "proud" of. And while dancing with a girl (Will according to the script was looking at Mike instead of her) . That girl is wearing a rainbow heart hair pin. This is essentially a parallel to Mike . Will (next to a rainbow heart) is dancing with a girl, but is secretly thinking of Mike. Mike (next to a rainbow heart) is kissing el but secretly thinking of Will (and immediately goes on a movie double date with Will after this). The lyrics of both these scenes indicate they're not happy pretending to be straight. The lyrics for Will are "every smile you fake". And Mike while kissing el is "just a little uncertainty can bring you down" (and during this lyric is when El puts her hands on him-and he removes her hands from him *aka he’s not as confident in the relationship as he pretends to be.

We see in s4 bts that the rainbow heart hair pin (worn by the girl Will dances with) is also worn by nancy while standing next to Robin (who is gay). So being near a ‘rainbow-heart’ is prob a hint a character is gay. Aka robin & Will & Mike.

tumblr user “awhstrangerthings” pointed out the nancy -hair clip detail.

In s1 when troy is calling Will h*mophobic sl*rs (in front of Mike) he wears a rainbow shirt. And max while often critiquing m*leven (in s3) (to Mike) often wears rainbow shirts. I talked about how I thought Troy and max subconsciously remind Mike he isn't straight - so they're associated with the rainbow iconography-post here. Like we see Max with rainbow sheets (like Mike) and than she immediately talks to him on the phone. I mean she could be queer- but I lean to that theory at the moment.

The whole being near rainbows when associating with a queer character makes sense (it’s like a ‘gay-dar”). Similar to Nancy’s hair clip when being near Robin/ that Girl having the same rainbow hair clip when dancing with Will. If we assume this theory than see a pattern with other characters (when speaking about/being near queer coded characters)....

it’s similar to how : When lucas (via subtext) criticizes m*leven- he is also next to a rainbow (in Erica's room). I explained here- why it’s about m*leven.

or when Jonathan says he’s going to hang out with Will (it’s near a rainbow).

This Jonathan moment -Is similar to when Steve ( who has a rainbow bandaid-from the Byers’ house) calls Mike “Nancy” (which is slang for a gay guy)

*another addition: you see in the comments of this post ghostgirlsatin mentioned Dart has a rainbow blanket. But, I noticed a couple of other things.

notice Dustin says "we have to talk- its about my friend ,Will". As Dustin is near rainbow lights and a rainbow bed sheet. Like how

A) rainbows are associated with the supernatural creatures + Will

B) rainbow lights associated with Will

C) rainbows near straight characters when talking about /near queer characters... similar to how Jonathan is near a rainbow when talking about Will

*also can’t tell if that is a ‘rainbow ship’ poster?

We also see Erica has a sunflower & rainbow drawing in her room... at the moment not sure if its just a random easteregg , foreshadowing something supernatural we're not aware of yet? or just for the m*leven diss?

(although given the fact i think some characters were created by Will- and given all the Max &Billy/Will & jonathan parallels ... the rainbow stuff may be a hint Will created them? I mean they even made a Troy comic just to show his dad is a bully.) But, at the moment, i still lean to (some) characters having rainbow iconography because they’re referring to/are near a queer character.

#will byers #byler #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #el hopper #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #jim hopper #joyce byers #stranger things #stanger things theory

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fweasleyswhore · 3 years

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Let Me Take Care Of You - G.W.

a/n: this popped up in my brain and I wanted to get it out, this is with George because I felt like he fit the idea a bit more also i deadass haven’t written smut before like not as a joke haha funny so im so sorry if this is ass

Pairing: George Weasley x fem!Reader

summary: Reader confesses her feelings for George after the disaster of Bill and Fleur's wedding and spend a night together for the first time, which they can only wished would have happened earlier.

word count: 3.5k

warnings: Slight dom!George, slight sub!reader, mostly passionate smut, 18+ themes

The night was winding down. It was a beautiful ceremony, candles were floating around in the tent giving off a soft glow. A few straggling couples slow dancing. I was sat admiring the tent and the company when I felt a presence behind me. I looked up and my heart skipped a beat. George stood behind me, his hands placed in his pockets and the goofy grin he adorned everywhere was plastered on his face despite the bandage wrapped around his ear.

I turned in my chair so I could see him better. “Hey, George.” I beamed up to him.

“Hello, darling, would you want to dance?” He pulled his hand out of his pocket and held it out to me. My breath hitched in my throat as I nodded and he pulled me out to the dance floor. I had liked George since I met him, he always seemed to bring light in my life that I lacked, but I had never acted on my feelings. I didn’t want to lose him.

“You look beautiful tonight.” He whispered in my ear as we slowly spun around the room. His hand was placed on the small of my back, the other interlaced with mine. My free hand rested on his shoulder, our fronts were pressed flush together. I felt my face heat up at his words and our proximity.

I put my head on his chest and locked my arm behind his neck. “George?” I said softly. I decided now was a good time to tell him how I felt. I needed to. I wanted to say this, look back up at him and kiss him. He hummed and I felt the way his chest rumbled as he did so. “George I think I lo-”

My words were cut off by a loud crashing noise. I whipped around to see the cause of the crash. In the middle of the dance floor was a blue light.

“The Ministry has fallen. They are coming.” As soon as it had spoken it was gone. The tent went quiet for a moment until flashes of black smoke started appearing. I watched as Ron, Hermione, and Harry apparated away. I grabbed my wand I had placed in my dress pocket and held tightly onto George’s hand.

Bill grabbed Fleur and started dragging her away. I watched a death eater begin on them.

“Stupify,” I yelled and he shot back into a table and collapsed.

“Y/N, we need to leave, there are too many.” At George’s words, I looked around, wizards and witches were fighting or apparating away. I looked up to him and nodded seeing as there wasn’t much we could do other than get hurt. He grabbed my hand tighter and started bounding towards the Burrow. We started a protection spell on the house once we got there, it finished with enough time for everyone to get in.

Bellatrix Lestrange stood outside, I saw her from the kitchen window pacing outside. “Where did Potter go?!” She screamed. I wasn’t sure if it was aimed at us or her henchmen. Soon enough all the death eaters disappeared in a cloud of black smoke.

Molly was sobbing at the kitchen table, Arthur was consoling her. Fred was having Ginny clean a cut on his leg. Bill and Fleur weren’t around, I assume they apparated somewhere. Lupin and Tonks were arguing about if it was worth it to apparate home.

I couldn’t find George. My eyes scanned the area once more but I couldn’t find him. I felt my eyes tear up as I turned back to look out the kitchen window. I tried to remember if he had left the house after we cast our spell. Deep in my thoughts, I didn’t hear him walk up behind me.

“Y/N?” His voice was soft and gentle. I whipped around and immediately jumped on him. He returned the gesture, his arms wrapped around me and pulled me up so my feet were off the floor. I wrapped my legs around him to pull him closer afraid that if I didn’t he would disappear.

“Where were you?” I whispered harshly into his neck.

“Making sure my ear wasn’t bleeding. Y/N are you alright?” His grip on me tightened. I felt him move away so I pulled my head up to look him in his eyes. His eyes were scanning my face looking for a sign of injury.

Then I felt like it was the right moment. I unwrapped my arms from around him and cupped his face. His eyes stopped scanning my face as they looked directly into mine. I let my eyes flicker to his lips and then back to his, he repeated my action almost like he was communicating the same words.

I closed the gap and pushed my lips onto his. He kisses me back with no hesitance. His grip on me tightened, one of his arms traveled down to hold my thigh and support me. Our lips moved a few times, finding a rhythm with each other. Once we did it was a new experience. George sucked and bit on my lips as we kissed causing me to let out a soft moan. I ran my hands through his hair and tugged lightly earning a soft groan from him.

We pulled away to breathe and he set me on the kitchen counter. Suddenly remembering his family was there I looked around making sure no one was watching our moment before I put my eyes back onto him.

“Do you know how long I wanted to do that?” He asked with a slight chuckle. His hand found my thigh and he pushed up the skirt of my dress to draw small patters above my knee.

“Why did it take you so long?” I panted out. He was making it harder to catch my breath.

“Tonight I watched my family fight to stay alive, and I realized that there is so much happening right now,” He gulped as he showed his vulnerability. “Y/N, I want you. I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember and I don’t want to fight this without having you beside me.” His eyes moved from the floor to my eyes and I saw him, the real him. He wanted to be loved, he wanted to share his love, and with the war building up he was afraid he was never going to be able to do that.

“George I can’t imagine fighting this without you. I can’t imagine my future without you.” I grabbed his hand that was on my thigh as I said this. With each word I said I watched as his scared expression molded into a smile.

“Really?” He whispered.

“Definitely.” I replied. His lips were back onto mine and we shared a short but passionate kiss.

The rest of the night we helped clean up. I helped Arthur get Molly to bed where he stayed with her then I helped Ginny clean up Fred’s leg and set him up a temporary bed on the couch, not wanting to climb the steps to his room. Once everyone was taken care of I found myself in George’s room. I wasn’t staying in here but I wanted nothing more for him to hold me while I fell asleep.

The door creaked open to a very disheveled George. His purple and white speckled shirt had been rolled up his arms, the vest piece completely gone, his tie hung loosely around his neck.

“Hey.” He spoke gently once he noticed me. I was sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Hey,” I replied taking him in. “I’m sorry, I know you're tired I just don’t want to be alone tonight.” I began to wring my hands in my lap, waiting for him to tell me to leave.

“I was hoping I would see you again tonight.” He made a few strides and sat next to me on the bed. I leaning into him immediately, resting my head on his shoulder. He snaked an arm around my waist and we sat like that for a few minutes. I turned my head so I could look at him.

“George, I don’t know what this war is going to take from us.”

“Hopefully not my other ear.” He butted in. I couldn’t help but laugh, he pulled me closer as I did.

“I was trying to say that from here on out I want to be with you, I-I want to be there when you go to sleep and be there when you wake up. I want us to have little moments with each other when we can, I have spent the past few years wanting something with you and I won’t continue without letting you know. I don’t know what that kiss meant to you downstairs but that was everything to me.” I spoke slowly and I stared at my hands. I was too afraid to look at him in such a vulnerable moment.

“That’s all I want. That kiss downstairs was my future Y/N.” I picked my head up to look at him grinning wildly.

“I’m your future?” I asked sheepishly.

“You’ve been my future for the past couple of years, the plan at least. Y/N I’m in love with you.” I threw my arms around his neck and tossed myself into his lap. I peppered kisses on his cheeks while smiling. Pulling back I looked at him, he was smiling back at me, his eyes were looking into the darkest parts of me but he was smiling. I knew I would always be safe with him around.

His hands began to rub into my sides gently. He leaned up, closing the gap between us. Our kiss was slow, methodical, and passionate. It quickly escalated into more hungry and fast as we continued. Without thinking I rolled my hips into his earning a groan from him. We broke apart. His face was flush, lips parted and slightly swollen as I bet mine was too.

We stared at each other for a moment trying to gauge each other and plan what to do next. Keeping eye contact I rolled my hips again. His jaw clenched and his hands tightened on my hips.

“Do you want this?” He asked. His voice was deep and husky. His eyes were dark and it sent shockwaves through my body, straight to my core.

“I need you, George,” I whispered back. That was all it took for him to tighten his grip on my hips and kiss me again. The kiss was hot and fiery. I began to grind into his lap again causing us both to groan. I could feel him harden beneath me as I rolled my hips into him. I continued to roll my hips, throwing my head back as he nipped and sucked at my neck.

“George...” I moaned out his name, I could feel him smirk against my neck.

Before I could prepare he flipped us over, I was laying on my back and he hovered over me.

“You’re so beautiful Y/N.” My face began to flush as he looked at me with pure adoration in his eyes. He began to pepper kisses onto my face and the butterflies in my stomach dispersed as I began to laugh.

“Are you sure?” He asked pulling back to look at me in my eyes.

“Yes George, please,” I whined, I could feel the familiar feeling in my core that felt both like butterflies and sinking. I desperately needed his attention on my body.

“Tell me if you need me to stop.” I nodded and he attached his lips back to mine. His hands traveled down my body, he pushed up my skirt up my thighs and it pooled around my hips. I broke the kiss and pulled it up above my head. Looking back up to George he took me in, trailing his fingers around the lace of my bra my breath hitched much like his own. My heart rate sped up as his fingers trailed down from my breasts and to the waistband of my matching lace panties.

He pulled on the waistband of them, letting it bounce back onto my hips. Leaning back he pulled his shirt and tie over his head. I took him in, his toned chest and stomach eyeing the ginger trail of hair that could be seen down both.

He undid his belt, pushing down down his trousers while maintaining eye contact. I watched him until my eyes flickered down to the tent in his underwear. I could hear him chuckle as I eyed his length, my eyes widening as he grew under my gaze.

He moved again to sit in front of me on the bed. His hands moved up my legs and rested on my things, lightly kneading them, his lips soon followed. He repeated his assault on my neck on my thighs, nipping and sucking until he reached my covered core.

His eyes flickered up to mine as he halted his actions. I nodded permitting him to continue. His hands came up and they traced my lips causing my breathing getting heavier. He pushed my panties to the side and reached out to delicately lick my clit. I dropped my head back and let out a loud moan.

“My family is in the house you know.” He laughed against my core, his breath fawned over me sending shivers through my body.

“Sorry.” I whipped my head up to see him smiling at me.

“It’s ok, I want to hear you.” He said and summoned his wand. He placed a quick silencing spell on the room. “Don’t hold back darling.” My face heated up at the nickname and I quickly nodded.

He turned his head back to my core and started to aggressively lick and suck at my clit. I couldn’t hold back the moans that spilled from my mouth as he continued his attack. His fingers came up, tracing the entrance to my core adding to the pleasure I was feeling. I reached behind myself and unclipped my bra to massage at my tits.

He inserted a finger into me making me exclaim as he pumped it slowly while curling it. He pulled his face back to watch me as twisted and pulled on my nipples, adding to the overwhelming feeling crashing around me.

“So pretty.” He fawned. I didn’t have time to have to be flushed at his comment as he inserted another finger into me making me scream out his name. He gently licked at my clit now and again as his fingers mercilessly pumped into me. Curling his fingers to hit that one spot over and over again his attention picked up on my clit.

“George, I, f-fuck! I’m gonna...” I breathed out. The ability to make words passed me as my legs began to shake, the familiar feeling of a knot filled my stomach and my eyes clenched shut.

He hummed onto my clit, acknowledging my plead and that was enough to send me over the edge. I came hard and saw stars as he continued his attack, milking my orgasm for all it could give him. He pulled his mouth away, soon after pulling out his fingers, massaging my shaking legs as I caught my breath.

“Do you want to keep going?” He asked. I looked up at him, propping myself up on my elbows as I looked down at him. The tent in his underwear looked bigger as ever and his chin was glistening with my arousal.

“Please.” I nodded. I grabbed him and pulled him on top of me. One of his hands propped him up while the other cupped my face as we kissed. Our tongues fought each other for dominance, I moved my hand down and palmed him through his boxers. He let out a groan which I used to my advantage to explore his mouth.

He moved his hand from my face to grab my wrist. I halted all my actions and watched as he pulled his cock free of his underwear. My eyes widened at the sight of him, I felt myself grow wetter and rubbed my thighs together at the sight. He pumped himself a few times as his eyes raked over me, chuckling lightly to himself.

“Needy, are we?” He taunted. He started to move his hand slower around himself, his eyes were dark as they looked into mine. I wiggled under his stare again letting out a whine.

“George, I need you.” I managed to breathe out I heard him groan at my words.

“As you wish.” He crawled on top of me, I linked my legs around his waist. My breathing intensified as he trailed his lips up my torso until he was trailing his lips along my jaw. He nipped and sucked behind my ear causing me to let out a breathy moan. I could feel him pressing against my entrance so I shifted my hips needily trying to take him in. He lifted his head and looked at my face as though he was committing it to memory.

“Please…” I whined. He smiled down at me and reattached our lips. One of his hands found mine and he pulled it above my head, interlocking our fingers and leaning against it. His other hand trailed down my body until he found my hip, holding it steady. Our lips were still pressing against each other when he pushed into me. I moaned into his mouth causing him to pull away and smile at me. He continued to push into me, filling me up to the hilt. Being quite large, I involuntarily clenched around him trying to adjust to his size. He groaned and placed his head in the crook of my neck. He peppered kisses to my neck and didn’t move, letting me adjust. I felt quite full, in a good way, the stinging sensation I felt at first passed quickly. I ran my free fingers through his hair, beckoning him back to me. I kissed hard signaling for him to start moving.

Slowly he pulled out halfway then pushed back in with more force. I moaned out his name as he repeated these actions, each time thrusting into me with more force than before. Hoisting my leg around his shoulder he continued his pace, this time hitting that spot deep inside of me that made my toes curl and my lungs lose the air they once retained. I was a moaning mess, saying George’s name like a mantra. Each feeling was both too much to handle and not enough. The familiar feeling of a knot was building up in my lower stomach. My legs began to shake and my breathing sped up as I felt myself tighten around him making each thrust leaving me feeling more full.

“George, p-please, I need…” His hips snapped into me cutting off my sentence and turning it into a moan. He trailed his hand up and cupped my face. He picked up his pace causing my whole body shake begging for release.

“What do you need baby?” His voice was husk and sent shockwaves through my body. As he continued his brutal pace and didn’t grant me my release I felt tears prick my eyes as it all became too much to handle.

“F-Fuck, please George. Please.” A few tears fell as I tried my absolute hardest to hold back from falling apart.

He leaned his head down and nipped at my ear. “Go on darling, cum for me.” He whispered into my ear. At his words I let myself fall apart, shaking and clenching around him. He continued to thrust, slowing down and stuttering until he filled me up, thrusting a few times as the aftershock of my orgasm made me spasm and let out a few small moans.

He slowly pulled out of me and laid on top of my chest. Picking up our intertwined hands he placed a kiss on the back of mine. Brushing my fingers through his hair I tried to catch my breath.

He rolled over and pulled me with him, now resting on his chest I could hear his heartbeat go back to a normal rhythm.

“Y/N?” I hummed as a response, waves of fatigue fell over me and I traced small patterns onto his pale chest. “I don’t ever want to be apart from you, not anymore.”

I smiled at his words, shifting slightly so I could look up at him I beamed. “That took too long to happen,” He nodded eagerly and I laughed at him lightly. “I just mean I’m ready to fight for us.”

He grabbed my hand resting on his chest and interlocked our fingers yet again. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

We fell asleep, tangled together breathing in each other and I never felt more complete than I did at that moment.

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taggedmemes · 3 years

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TEXTING MEME ⟶ WELCOME TO NIGHTVALE TWEETS ( 2019 ) always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

[ text ] –– new never ending pasta at olive garden! we’ll keep bringing you pasta, even after you’ve gone home. when you’re asleep, long after you’re dead. every moment pasta.

[ text ] –– there are more tiny spiders in food and clothing than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

[ text ] –– the 10 books you need to read as you die.

[ text ] –– it’s always darkest just before the end.

[ text ] –– put your money where your mouth is. right there, near the bottom of your face. pout your money there. eat it. eat your money.

[ text ] –– maxwell house: good to your last breath.

[ text ] –– weird is where the heart is.

[ text ] –– reply if you are a sprouting plant, a few stray shoots only barely poking through the soil.

[ text ] –– reply if you are a hungry creature, looking to consume the tender new life to give yourself another fleeting moment of existence.

[ text ] –– millennials are killing the worship of those old statues out in the woods.

[ text ] –– he turned on the ‘this is all a dream’ light.

[ text ] –– ghosts? in MY 19th-century gothic mansion? more likely than you think.

[ text ] –– moss: look into it for a variety of helpful uses.

[ text ] –– a fun prank to play on someone is to tell them you think pranks are mean-spirited and you would never prank them.

[ text ] –– yesterday is ‘bring your time machine to work’ day.

[ text ] –– don’t worry, the stars aren’t watching us. they’re looking outwards at what’s coming.

[ text ] –– no pain, no gain. no rain, no maine. no train, no wayne.

[ text ] –– if you see a ufo, be sure to follow the reporting protocol required by law. which is to shout about it in a taco bell.

[ text ] –– curiosity thrilled the cat.

[ text ] –– if someone asks you if there’s a full moon tonight, that person’s a cop.

[ text ] –– ask your doctor about dogs. have a long conversation about how good dogs are. show each other pictures of dogs.

[ text ] –– home is where your heart is. sorry, that was unclear, let me rephrase. something is living in your heart.

[ text ] –– ‘i’m okay, you’re okay’ is a false equivalency.

[ text ] –– how much does your soul weight?

[ text ] –– how large is your love?

[ text ] –– how many mouse parts fit in your mouth?

[ text ] –– ship of fools, can of clairvoyants, plane of ghosts, tandem bike of wizards.

[ text ] –– a dog is a man’s best friend. a hawk is a woman’s best friend. other genders have their pick of everything else in the cosmos.

[ text ] –– one foot in the grave. wow, that thing is at least six feet deep. is one of your legs super long?

[ text ] –– ‘nothing lasts forever’ is a phrase with two meanings and they’re both true.

[ text ] –– if at first you don’t succeed, there is another universe where you did. it’s a better place, try to travel there.

[ text ] –– it doesn’t matter if the side dishes touch. it all ends up in the same place: the grave.

[ text ] –– he who laughs laughs loudest. he’s also super annoying.

[ text ] –– please make note of your emergency exists and contemplate all possible futures.

[ text ] –– you have to be nice to me. it’s my birthday century right now.

[ text ] –– why do eh things happen to mediocre people?

[ text ] –– in 200 feet, turn left. stop your car and get out. take off your shoes and bury your toes into the dirt at the edge of the road. hum a tune that makes you nostalgic. you will arrive at your destination in 58 minutes.

[ text ] –– special deal! live two lives, get a third life absolutely free!

[ text ] –– when i was a child, things were simpler. i’m sure that had nothing to do with me being a child rather than a fully reasoning adult and that things were just objectively simpler then.

[ text ] –– live action remakes of disney movies you don’t remember: the hidden teeth, darnaby the flayer, and help me i’m on fire.

[ text ] –– you wanna be that way? fine. seriously, it’s fine. i like you for who you are.

[ text ] –– don’t buy a dog from an expensive dog store. make your own dog out of simple materials and spare flesh you have around the home.

[ text ] –– your robot name is the initials of your favorite professional athlete plus a hyphen followed by the postal code where you grew up.

[ text ] –– be all you can be. manifest every possibility inherent in your atoms. radiate cosmic energy.

[ text ] –– it turns out there are turtles only part of the way down.

[ text ] –– in space, no one can hear you scream, but they can see you scream.

[ text ] –– ‘amulet’ is a portmanteau of amusing and pellet.

[ text ] –– age is just a number that counts quickly upward to an ending point.

[ text ] –– new idea: competitive dreaming.

[ text ] –– call me old-fashioned but i do believe dance is the only true language.

[ text ] –– please leave offerings of cash and small meals.

[ text ] –– new idea: space, but easier.

[ text ] –– who’s a good boy? trick question. we all are.

[ text ] –– things you could theoretically fry and eat tonight: spare engine parts, empty cereal box, carrot, coffee mug.

[ text ] –– remember, it’s two candles tonight. or 386 candles if you’re still on last year’s hanukkah.

[ text ] –– i’m dreaming of a plaid christmas, completely unlike the ones i used to know.

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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.”

#lucius malfoy #Lucius malfoy x reader #lucius malfoy x you #lucius malfoy fanfiction #Lucius #lucius malfoy x #lucius malfoy insert reader #harry potter fanfiction #seriouslysnape

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A March Snow

Notes: This is a idea that hit me when me and my friend were talking about Ron’s character. She said that it’s very interesting that Ron got stronger and more capable every time he was separated from Harry and Hermione. Her crack theory is that “Maybe the reason why Ron was easily affect by magical object is because it’s a sympathetic vibration between powerful magic objects&user, Ron in the series was a character who give and send love and cares to others, the more he loves the weaker he gets, so that’s why he’s “incapable” the more he knows how to love, but it’s reversible, destroys love, away from the ppl he loves, kill the ppl he loves, hate, anger, pain, jealous and all the negative emotions made Ron stronger, but he can’t because he’s a boy with a heart, Anyways this is the magic(or curse) of love for him.” So well that is what basically inspired me to write this.

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Ron was born on a snowy night.

It was March, long overdue for spring, and yet that night there was the heaviest snow in Britain in more than a decade.

His mother thought it was a good sign. Maybe they were finally going to have a baby girl.

However, Ron was a boy, a strange boy. He cried less than other children, laughed less than other children. He didn‘t like to play with his peers but prefers the company and conversation of creatures such as snakes and spiders. He seems calm about everything. He wasn’t like a normal child at all.

In the same way, he showed a great talent for magic from an early age. He could turn a teacup into a singing mushroom with a single look. Neighbors said that if he practiced hard, he would become a powerful wizard in the future. He said nothing about it, as if he knew it was inevitable.

Sometimes, Ron made his family felt scared.

It wasn't until he was three that something bad happened.

For mischief, His brothers had torn out the seven legs of Ron’s spider friend. Before their mother knew it, she heard the screams of the twins in the living room.

She hurried over to see one of his brother's ears bleeding, cut open. And the other was pinning against the wall by a invisible force.

Ron stood across from the twins, his blue eyes fixed darkly on them, a knife poised in the air in front of his brothers, falling to the ground the moment he saw his mother.

The next day, the headmaster of Hogwarts came. He told the family a secret.

"The day the Potter boy's prophecy was out, there was another one..." said the headmaster, “Fate has dire plans for your child.”

"I convinced the Ministry not to kill him or send him away, but there is a price to pay." he told Ron’s parents.

That night, the principal went into Ron's bedroom, after a small talk, with one spell, the boy fell into a deep sleep.

"He won't remember any of this, and neither will his brothers," said the headmaster, "a part of his magic will also go to dormant."

"I'm afraid that's the best way," the principal looked at the boy sadly before leaving, "and what's best for him."

Waking up, Ron seemed no different at first, but gradually, he became more and more talkative. He’s willing to laugh and cry, He liked to play with his peers and was afraid of snakes and worms, spider in particular, awhile went by, his parents were amazed to find that he had become a normal child, a normal, ordinary, cheerful child of a normal wizard family with many lovely merits and little flaws.

You all know the rest of the story. Ron went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Entered the same house as his brothers. He befriended the famous Boy Who Lived and the smartest witch at her age. He was brave, loyal, witty, and at times a little clueless. He grew up in a loving environment and passed the same love, light and heat on and on to those around him.

When the headmaster died, he left him his deluminator, in the hope that he would find his way back even in the darkest hour.

Ron didn’t understand what it meant, why was Dumbledore left such a important object to him.

"I have seen your heart and it is mine." After he destroyed the locket, he thought he started to understand the principal's meaning a little, but he still did not understand why the Horcrux would said something like that to him.

This thing affects me more than Harry and Hermione. Was it because it sees there was something dark in me？Sometimes he thought, but he soon dismissed it. The thoughts like that frightened him.

When the dark lord laughted and said that the Boy Who Lived was dead, an unbearable pain and anger struck Ron.

"He beat you!" He screamed, and a force he could not explain surged up, Voldemort's silent spell broke.

He didn‘t know how he did it.

He'll never know.

And neither will the world.

The more love you have, the more you love, the more vulnerable you will be.

#ron weasley #Ron #ron bilius weasley #harry potter #hp

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hey would you write a marauders/jily ice skating!au?

I'm not sure if this is what you meant, but I hope it's close enough. AU where Peter never gave up James and Lily, they never died, Sirius never went to Azkaban, and the prophecy wasn't about Harry. And they ice skate when it's all over.

The Great Lake froze over for the first time since the war ended. James looked out across its vast expanse, its rivered end tapering into trees on the other side. He never thought he’d see the day. Hogwarts cast a thin shadow onto the lake’s bank, where students, parents, and alumni gathered with their ice skates and screaming young children. His own son, little Harry, toddled along in front of Remus and Sirius, the pointer fingers of each grasped in his chubby hands. Peter took up the rear. Further past, the Weasleys dragged their youngest in circles. Baby Ron. He was around Harry’s age; James thought it might be nice if they were friends.

He turned to Lily beside him. She was as beautiful as she’d always been, her shining red hair and unguarded smile. He didn’t think he would ever get used to having her hand clasped in his own—it was surprising enough that someone so amazing existed at all, let alone at the end of a war.

But the war was over. And here she stood. His Lily. His lovely, lovely Lily.

“I’m going to fall,” she told him, taking the first tentative step onto the ice. Remus and Sirius were naturals, but the Potters… not so much. “James, don’t let go of me.” Her nose was nipped red in the winter air, her voice muffled by her striped scarf.

“I’m not letting go,” he said. His own skates were wobbly.

“Go slowly, go slowly.”

“I’m no good either.”

They did their best to synchronize their steps and glide forward in short bursts. Standing on two blades sounded much easier than it was in practice. Ahead, Remus and Sirius had lifted Harry from the surface of the lake to spin him around and around, until Sirius planted the toddler on his shoulders and took off skating with Remus at his heels. Peter, less steady, stumbled along behind them. It made James’s heart warm to see his best friends bonding with his child.

Lily followed his gaze. “I keep telling Remus they should adopt,” she said. “He keeps saying Harry is plenty for him and Sirius.”

“Classic Moony,” said James.

Harry let out a garbled string of baby talk, his face broken into the most carefree smile James had ever seen. He reached his tiny hands for the sky like he could grasp the clouds. On a day like today, it seemed possible that he could. Harry shared his appearance with James, really, the young James who pulled pranks with his best friends and loved Lily Evans with childish adoration. He already had the same messy hair, the same tanned skin, and, according to the muggle doctors Lily saw, the same shitty eyesight. James should have seen himself when he looked at Harry. He only saw Lily.

Lily loved to look at the clouds. They hadn’t had time for it during the war. Now they had all the time in the world. James tilted his head upward, and noticed in his peripheral vision that Lily did the same. It complicated their skating pursuits more than it should have. The cloud directly over their heads was an old book, followed by a man riding a hippogriff off into some mountains.

“But it would be nice, don’t you think?” Lily said, after a while. Her ankle shifted weirdly. She tripped and almost took James down with her, but continued to speak as if nothing had happened. “A playmate for Harry?”

James laughed. “If you want, I’ll talk to Sirius about it. Anything for you.”

“It would be very sweet.”

“I will let them know. Though, they like you so much, I think they’d cave if you asked again.”

“Sirius would.” Lily pulled her scarf down from her mouth to plant a kiss on James’s cheek. “Remus wouldn’t.”

“Always the rational one.”

Lily got her sea-legs—ice-legs—before James did. It was one of the things he loved most about her; she caught onto almost any skill within an hour of attempting it. He spent so much of his Hogwarts career trying to beat out Sirius and the Slytherins in his classes, but he’d never been able to best Lily Evans. She did him the service of not releasing his arm as she glided along, taking longer strides than before, and forcing him to keep up with her footwork.

In no time, they were center-ice. Hogwarts, while still huge, seemed so much smaller when they were so far away. It did not cast a shadow out here. Here, there was only the sun above, lingering clouds, and the buzzing life of so many wizards in one location. Ah, Hogwarts. How could he have known that it would lead to the happiness he had now?

They came to a stop rather slowly, letting the momentum die out as it pleased. James’s skates tilted back and forth as he tried to stand still. He should invent a spell that kept them from breaking his ankles—with a little help from Remus, it wouldn’t be that hard. Their innovative spell mixing techniques had transferred from pranking to lifehacking with phenomenal success. Lily stared out at the other skaters.

“It could have been us,” she whispered. She didn’t have to elaborate.

James and Lily were in hiding with Harry because of a prophecy about a boy born at the end of July. Sirius held their location first, using a binding magic that the Dark Lord himself could not break. He transferred it to Peter when he thought that was the safer course of action.

Before the night it happened, James might have considered Peter his least-close friend in the Marauders. They did not speak much in their last years of school, even less with the war on, and Peter never agreed to any risky operations before Sirius approached him with the proposition. But that night, when Voldemort knew that Peter knew… Peter stared the world’s darkest wizard dead in the eye and refused. He barely escaped with his life.

“Thank you, Moony,” he’d said, when the group saw each other next. “If I couldn’t turn into a rat, I would’ve bit it for sure.”

In a rage, Voldemort sought the next viable option on his list. He arrived at the Longbottom house to virtually no magical resistance. Frank and Alice died protecting their child. Word had it that Voldemort tried to kill the baby, Neville, as well, and the curse had rebounded. The only damage to Neville was a scar like lightning on his collarbone, the Boy Who Lived.

“But it wasn’t,” said James. He stroked a finger down Lily’s cheek. “It wasn’t us.”

“Harry could’ve been the one.”

“But he wasn’t.”

Lily took a deep breath. She released his arm for a moment, edged her way to face him, and clasped his hands instead. “I’ve been meaning to tell you. I wanted to wait—just to make sure he was gone. You-Know-Who. And he is. So.”

“The war is over,” James agreed.

Just saying the words out loud made his heart leap for joy in his chest. It was over. The prophecy came true, just as Dumbledore promised that it would, and Voldemort was defeated. No more Death Eaters in Diagon Alley. No more late nights stalking the streets for sympathizers. No more holding wands to his friends and making them prove they were themselves, no more casting protective spells outside his house every evening, no more hiding away with their little baby while Sirius, Peter, and Remus fought. No more. Here was his family.

James thought back on his late nights in the library with Remus and Peter during his first year. How can I get Lily to fall in love with me? he begged Remus. Tell me how I can do it. Remus had said something largely unhelpful and probably sarcastic; that part didn’t matter. James wanted to go back in time and shake himself by the shoulders, or give that boy a pat on the back. She loves you now, he would say. She loves you and it’s better than could ever have imagined. And himself in fifth year, in sixth year, all those lingering glances. She loves you and the war is over.

He wasn’t afraid of the world anymore. He looked at Lily. He looked at Harry, carried by a posse of scarved godfathers with a need for speed. This was a safe place for all of them to build their lives. The war is over.

“James,” Lily said, her voice like hot chocolate after a day in the cold. He wanted to take her happiness and trap it in a bottle. “James, I’m pregnant.”

And the moment was complete. Because nothing could ever be any better than this.

#the marauders #jily #james potter #lily potter #lily evans #james x lily #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #subtle wolfstar #something happy for your day #harry potter

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Blood Status - Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets Fanfiction

A new year at Hogwarts is about to begin. A new years of mysteris to uncover. Mysteris related to blood status. Blood Status that was cause of wars, descriminations and dangers. That is what Penny Weasley, Cora McGonagall, Cordelia Black and Rachel Harvey are going to face. Each of them facing mysteries and dangers.

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Chapter 1

PENNY

It was early, when Penny Weasley woke up that morning.

It was no strange for her, she had never been a girl that slept that much. She liked to sit on the wooden swing, enjoying the morning wind moving her ginger hair. Her hands gripping at the ropes, preventing her from falling down as she moved her legs lightly back and forward.

It was the middle of July and she missed her friends, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter, dearly. It seemed longer that the four of them hadn’t spent time together. Penny and Hermione wrote to each other daily; they told each other how their summer was going. Hermione often talked about homework, but Penny didn’t mind, she always talked about magical creatures. She had found a very dear friend in Hermione; sweet, smart and caring. Her friend had asked her how her elbow was going, since Penny had broken it during their exploration of the third floor, to find the Philosopher’s Stone.

Penny looked at her arm as she moved her legs. Thanks to Madame Pomfrey she had been able to heal very quickly. It didn’t hurt any more, it had been weeks by now. But she could still feel losing the control of her broom and herself hitting the wall. She closed her eyes remembering the sound of her bone break. It had been scary.

“Again Penny?” she stopped her movements when she heard Ronny’s voice. She turned her head to see her twin brother yawning just outside the door. His hair was messy from the sleeping hours, with a hand he was rubbing his eyes, walking tiredly towards her “It’s holiday. You sleep during holidays.”

“Oh wow” Penny muttered “I should, you’re right.”

“We even went to bed late tonight” Ron said.

It was true, but that night Ron had been the one doing most of the talking. It was about Harry. As Hermione and Penny wrote to each other every day, every letter that Ron had sent to Harry had never got a reply. Penny had written to him too, but she knew that if he hadn’t written back to Ronny, it wasn’t likely that he would have written back at her. Not that Harry and Penny weren’t friends, but it was so clear how Ron and Harry had become close. Like Harry was part of the family.

Penny had written to Hermione about it too; to ask her if she had got any answer from Harry, but nothing.

Ron was very worried; he didn’t like that his best friend didn’t give any hint about how he was doing. He didn’t like it at all.

“I just woke up and I couldn’t go back to sleep” she said with a little smile.

“Are you alright?” he asked with a little frown walking closer. She felt a bit strange; it had been like that since that night in the dark forest. Talking with Ronny, he had told her that probably it was because she had faced the darkest wizard of all ages from close. It had been only thanks to Firenze that Penny and Harry managed to get out of there alive. Maybe it was that, it could be. She just felt jumpy sometimes. Not always just sometimes. But in the last days that feeling came back and when it was like that, she preferred to sit outside looking at the sunny landscape.

“Is it about your arm?” Ron said again “You can tell me, Penny” making the girl smile, shaking her head. Her siblings often asked her that, since she hadn’t gotten back on a broom. It was strange for a Weasley, since they all liked to fly, even her younger sister Ginny. So, since Penny had avoided doing that, her siblings got worried, or just telling them that she was overreacting.

“I was thinking about Harry” she said turning to her twin “I was hoping to see Hedwig flew to our house today” Ron observed her, not sure that that was the point of her behavior. But she wasn’t sure either.

“Yeah… me too” said Ron “I just don’t understand. He said I could write to him anytime”

“Well...” Penny said “Maybe we got his address wrong” Ron looked at her skeptically.

“He was the one writing it down” he said kicking some dirt on the ground “The address is fine.”

“Penny Weasley!” her mother’s voice made Penny jump down the swing with wide eyes, before turning to see Molly Weasley glaring at them from just outside the house with her hands on her hips “How many times do I have to tell you? No slippers outside”

Penny looked down at her feet, with the niffler-shaped slippers her mum had made.

“Oh wow” Penny muttered “I’m sorry mum” she said, making her mother shake her head.

“Get inside” Molly said “Breakfast’s almost ready.”

Penny and Ron looked at each other, before walking back to the house. Penny wondered if her father was home or if he went out early for work like he often did those days. Arthur Weasley worked at the Ministry of Magic, in the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office. Her father was so fascinated by Muggles and their ways, that made him love his job so much. He had even purchased a muggle car, a blue one, and he was working on it to make it fly. Penny didn’t know if he had managed to bewitched it, though.

“Morning” Penny smiled when she heard her sister’s voice. Ginny was helping their mother to put the plates on the table, as Percy was talking some glasses.

“Where’s dad?” asked Ron.

“Working” Molly answered as she moved her wand to turn the bacon over.

“I want to see the car fly!” they all turned when Fred and George entered the kitchen, making their mother take a breath.

“We could make it fly”

“Fred, I forbid you to go even near that car. Have you heard me?” Molly exclaimed pointing a finger towards her son, that raised up his hands trying to seem as innocent as possible. But it was Fred, so he surely wasn’t innocent. Whatever it may be.

“Alright, alright” he said ruffling Ginny’s hair, before sitting next to her.

“Already up, you two” said George sitting next to Penny, looking at her and Ron “We heard you talk a lot tonight.”

“It’s summer” Ron argued “We can stay up until late.”

“Ronny is worried about Harry” at Penny’s words Ginny’s head shot up.

“Harry Potter?”

“It’s always him, Ginny” Ron said rolling his eyes “If we speak about Harry, it’s always him.”

Penny giggled. Ginny had developed some kind of a crush on their friend, since she had seen him on the platform the year before. So now, every time they spoke about Harry, she would ask with a blush and wide eyes if they were talking about him.

“Ronny is worried?” asked Fred with a smirk making their mother slap him behind his head.

“Yeah” Ron answered drinking a bit of milk.

“He wrote to him, but he never answered back” Penny explained “I tried too, even Hermione.”

“Maybe he is studying” Percy said making George glare at him.

“For almost two months?” asked Ron with a frown.

“Then maybe he is just being rude” Percy explained.

“Oh wow” said Penny shaking her head “Harry is not rude, that’s why we are worried.”

“Or maybe he is just enjoying his holidays and he will answer you back soon” Molly said caressing Ron’s hair “Don’t worry, dear. I’m sure he is fine.”

Penny looked at her brother, that nodded his head without seeming convinced by his mother’s words. Penny wondered what was going on with Harry. They were really getting worried, about him.

Ronny didn’t say anything else during breakfast, taking a glance outside the window now and then, maybe trying to spot Hedwig’s white wings flying towards their house. But Penny decided not to push him any farther, and so they talked about Ginny and her first year of school and about when they would see Charlie and Bill. Penny hoped soon, they have been there at the beginning of the summer, but then they had to go back to work. She really wished to see Romania someday, and all the dragons Charlie was working with.

“Do you want me to play some music? I always feel better with a bit of music” Penny said as she and Ron were sitting on the grass. They have been helping their mother with her daily chores around the house, like they always did since they were younger. It was nice and funny, but it was also tiring, so Penny liked when she could lay down on the grass to rest for a bit.

“No, thank you Penny” Ron said pensively taking a breath.

Penny really wanted to make him smile, but she didn’t know how.

“Hey you two” George’s voice made them turn to see the twins walking towards them.

“No words from Harry, ah?” asked Fred crossing his arms over his chest.

“No” answered Ron, tearing off a few blades of grass.

“Don’t be like that Ronny” said George, bumping his shoulder against his brother’s.

“You’re lucky enough to have us as your brothers” Fred’s words made Ron frown.

“Am I?” Fred gasped dramatically before turning to his twin.

“Have you heard that, Georgie?” Fred said “He doesn’t appreciate us”

“What a shame, Freddie” George said shaking his head “And thinking that we had found the perfect way to understand what’s going on” that made Penny and Ron look at each other surprised by their words.

“And how?” Ron asked.

Fred shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, it’ easy” he said with a smirk “If you haven’t any news from Harry, we are going to find them ourselves” he then turned, making all of them do the same. Penny looked over George’s shoulder to see their father blue car and with wide eyes, both her and Ron turned to their brothers.

“You said he lives in Surrey, right?” asked George with a smirk.

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Almost a month after HP Kinktober ended, I have finally created a complete masterlist of the wonderful Drarry works we were gifted with from this astoundingly creative community. Since I am only human, please let me know if anything is wrong with this post (broken link, mispelled author name, etc).

Day 1: Foreplay

Love Me Like Red Wine by @triggerlil (M, 290)

Harry prepares a meal, but Draco can't focus on the food. It's not his fault that Harry's so damn attractive.

Foreplay by @ladderofyears (E, 100)

In which Draco wears sky-blue, lacy bikini knickers.

Kiss Him All the Way Up by @chuckweasley (M, Digital Art)

Is Harry into feet? Does he want to kiss Draco on every square inch of his body? Is he kissing a trail from his toes up? You decide!

Water Spirit by @laurisophi (E, 703)

Harry wants to surprise Draco for their anniversary and show more of himself.

"You look like a lake spirit, bath by the moon, covered in green.” He kisses your shoulder and one hand slides over your back, your side, your hip.

A ficlet for the first day of HP Kinktober 2020: foreplay.

Day 2: Instant Darkness Powder

Under the Cover of Darkness by @manixzen (M, 2k)

Thanks to Pansy, Draco's stuck at a party with a whole bunch of drunk Gryffindors. And now they want to play party games. If only Draco can slip out unnoticed before this gets any worse.

Instant Darkness Powder by @ladderofyears (M, 116)

Auror Partners Harry and Draco are trapped in the dark. Flirting ensues.

A Smoke Afterwards by @chuckweasley (M, Digital Art)

I wonder who’s holding the lighter...

Day 3: Polyjuice

Prompt: Polyjuice by blackswingsblackwords (T, 349)

In which there is (supposed to be) roleplaying.

Polyjuice by @ladderofyears (E, 100)

Harry takes Polyjuice Potion so Draco can fuck himself.

Polyjuice by CuriousEmWanders (E, 985)

In which Draco lets his curiosity and obsession get the best of him. He just needs to know what Harry looks like. How else is he supposed to find out?

Day 4: Amortentia

Occupational Hazard by @ladderofyears (E, 100)

Potions Master Draco has been brewing Amortentia.

Prompt: Amortentia by blackwingsblackwords (T, 463)

In which there is a secret relationship.

Smells Like You by CuriousEmWanders (E, 3.1k)

Draco may not smell anything in his Amortentia, but that doesn't stop him from taking it to help him submit to his Dom de jour.

Day 5: Spell Play

A Magic Number of Orgasms @ladderofyears (E, 100)

Harry and Draco experiment with a sex spell.

Just Let Go by @manixzen (E, 3.4k)

Draco struggles with letting go of his need for control, both at work and at home. Harry can help.

Prompt: Spell Play by blackwingsblackwords (T, 1.1k)

In which an exhausted dad dates a smitten hero.

Day 6: Parseltongue

Lucky Bloody Serpent by @ladderofyears (G, 100)

When Harry gets a pet snake, Draco gets (a tiny bit) jealous.

a simple thank you can go a long way by @crimsonhead-ache (E, 2.7k)

The one where Draco needs to thank him and Harry allows him.

Also Parseltongue.

And dicks.

Draco’s Favorite Thing by CuriousEmWanders (E, 1.2k)

Draco has a thing for when Harry talks to him in parseltongue, and he's glad Harry doesn't know. Or does he?

The Hottest Parselmouth by @chuckweasley (T, Digital Art)

Draco cannot handle how hot Harry is when he’s speaking parseltongue, even though he has no idea what Harry’s saying.

Day 7: Creature!Fic

I’ll Huff, And I’ll Puff, And I’ll Blow Your House In... by @ladderofyears (M, 100)

There’s a Werewolf on the loose and he’s out to get Draco!

Thirst by @fluxweeed (E, 4.4k)

The path of Malfoy’s scent is obvious; Harry hasn’t fed for days, so his senses are sharp. Deadly.

And Malfoy smells so good.

Day 8: Imperius

Imperius by @ladderofyears (E, 100)

Harry and Draco are put under the Imperius Curse.

Non-con warning

Day 9: Legilimency

Legilimens by @ladderofyears (E, 100)

Draco shares his sexual fantasies with his lover Harry.

Day 10: Dark Magic Ritual

Reanimation Ritual by @ladderofyears (M, 100)

Draco performs a Dark Magic ritual to bring his dead lover Harry back to him.

A Moment of Intent by @manixzen (E, 4.6k)

Auror Harry Potter and Curse Breaker Draco Malfoy are on another case, this time a Dark Arts Ritual gone wrong. Surely, they won’t botch up yet another crime scene.

Day 11: Invisibility Cloak

Tryst Behind The Tapestry by @ladderofyears (E, 1k)

It's Eighth Year and Harry and Draco enjoy some very sexy - and very invisible - fun after dark has fallen at Hogwarts.

Invisibly Arouse (E, Digital Art) by @chuckweasley

The boys get frisky under the cloak!

Day 12: Duelling

Duel by @ladderofyears (M, 365)

Harry and Draco practice duelling and things get a little heated.

Prompt: Dueling by blackwingsblackwords (T, 534)

In which a lesson is learned.

Cut Me Open (and use me) by @triggerlil

Draco is the heir to the throne of England. Harry is a nobleman who wants to reclaim his honour. Somehow, these two things are intimately linked. Enter a sword, a dagger, and the hands of God, and you have a story about two men with tongues like knives, learning to lick love off sharp edges.

Day 13: Mirror

Deep Dark Truthful Mirror by @ladderofyears (E, 2k)

Draco shows Harry a very old, very powerful magical object: a mirror that will show his deepest, darkest sexual desires.

Getting Ready for Harry by @chuckweasley (G, Digital Art)

Harry likes Draco in glitter and cozy sweaters...don’t we all?

Day 16: Magic Sex Toys

hot damn, hot water, hot shower by @crimsonhead-ache

Harry was more than ready for a long soak, a nice glass of firewhiskey, and twelve hours of sleep.

Too bad life never works out the way it's planned, or is it?

Colour, love? by @choulatte (E, 7.7k)

Holding Harry’s gaze, Draco took out the lube and let his fingers dance over the golden cockring he'd previously kept hidden, liberally coating it in the slippery substance. He watched how Harry’s eyes followed his movements, a desperate groan escaping the other man when he finally recognized his fate.

Draco merely smiled.

Both by @chuckweasley (E, Digital Art)

Harry knows Draco likes to be filled.

Day 17: Room of Requirement

No Fantasy Required by @manixzen (E, 4.1k)

The Room of Requirement has never quite recovered from the war. It seems hell-bent on fulfilling every need of students and faculty alike, in or out of the room itself. Professors Potter and Malfoy really wish it would stop trying to do the students’ homework, though.

The Room Of Requirement Always Provides by @ladderofyears (E, 100)

Just a hundred words of Draco and Harry having some smutty fun in the Room of Requirement.

Day 18: Herbology

Knowledge by @ladderofyears (E, 100)

Harry and Draco inhale sex pollen.

Day 19: Hair Pulling

Yeah, Pull it Harder by @chuckweasley (E, Digital Art)

The sex is very good.

Day 20: Veritaserum

Neither Of Us Have To Say A Single Word by @ladderofyears (T, 365)

When Draco is being badly bullied, Harry steps in and looks after him. Pre-slash.

A Bit of Honesty by @manixzen (E, 3.6k)

A Hogwarts ball, a spiked punch, Professor Potter and Professor Malfoy on chaperone duty… what could go wrong?

Day 21: Dragonhide

Dressing Up by @ladderofyears (T, 333)

The Potter-Malfoy family negotiate the tricky issue of Halloween costumes.

All Wrapped Up by @chuckweasley (E, Digital Art)

The boys take care of each other the best they can.

Day 22: Gillyweed

The Shape Of Love by @ladderofyears (E, 200)

Harry and Draco take Gillyweed and make love in The Black Lake.

Day 25: Tattoos

Tear it down piece by piece by moonstruckmuse (E, 7.8k)

Draco just wants to get rid of this stupid Dark Mark. Why is this so complicated?

His to Adorn, to Cherish, & to Keep by @maesmora (E, 1.4k)

Draco Malfoy is many things: calm, collected, in control. At least until Harry Potter gets his hands on him, and those aren't the only things Draco lets Harry put on his body...

Day 26: Exhibitionism

how can anybody have you and lose you and not lose their mind too? by @crimsonhead-ache (E, 3.8k)

As soon as he received that letter in the post last week from Potter’s boyfriend, he knew he would be in for it.

Day 27: Formal Wear

I guess that’s just me, honey, I guess that’s how I’m built by @crimsonhead-ache (E, 4k)

The way they adorned Potter’s body like they were made for him made him want to kiss his seamstresses’ feet. The lines, the colors, brought out his skin tone like nothing ever could.

Well, except perhaps the ropes Draco keeps in the bottom drawer of his bedside table.

Harry Potter and his Great Big Suit Kink by @swisstae (M, 2k)

Harry really doesn’t want to say it. Not because he thinks Draco will judge, mind you, but because it’s so embarrassing. Harry Potter—Saviour of the Wizarding World—turning into an incoherent mess at the sight of his boyfriend wearing a suit.

Waste Not, Want Not by @dragontamerdame (M, Art)

Harry may have gone a bit too far.

Day 28: Floo

the rush I get touchin’ you is somethin’ else by @crimsonhead-ache (E, 3.1k)

Harry frowned though; instead of feeling his joggers that had adorned his lower-half, now he felt the air hit his bare legs. He was going to murder Draco.

come through the fire my love by @triggerlil (T, 534)

Harry prepares for date night with Draco... until the man calls him through the floo to tell him he'll be late. Draco's just lucky Harry has a thing for fire.

Day 29: Wandless Magic

Without a touch by moonstruckmuse (M, 207)

Learning to do wandless magic.

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my-unmanageable-mischief · 3 years

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Inexplicable Part 1

Draco Malfoy x Reader x Harry Potter love triangle

“Friendships in childhood are usually a matter of chance, whereas in adolescence they are most often a matter of choice.” David Elkind

Chance. Something you can give, and something you can take. Your mother had always told you to give people chances, you never know what may have happened. She taught you to take chances, that if you lived in a bubble of comfort forever you would never grow. She was a good woman. You had given Draco Malfoy many chances over the 11 years you’d known him- you’re whole life. When he’d hurt your feelings as a child, you would cry, and then you would give him another chance. You also took chances with Draco. Small ones, sneaking off your parent’s grounds to go to the park, to big ones; like leaving for Hogwarts together on a cloudy morning on the first of September.

You stood in the grand entrance to the great hall, freezing from the dramatic boat ride over. Draco stood beside you, lanky and confident. You wished you were as self-assured as him often, wishing you had the same sense of self he possessed. Then he was speaking, and it wasn’t to you but a meeker-looking boy with a messy crop of black hair and crooked glasses.

“The rumors are true then, Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts,” You looked at the boy. This was the mythical boy who killed the darkest wizard in recent history? He was just a boy, hair damp from the rain outside. You wondered if he felt as young as he looked. “I’m Draco Malfoy,” Draco extended his hand, and you watched curiously. The boy eyes the hand suspiciously and Draco continued, not faltering, “I trust you wish to be in Slytherin? The best house.” Harry’s eyes narrowed and your lips turned downwards slightly. He was being a git. The tall redheaded boy beside Harry snorted behind his hand and Draco turned to him, eyes biting. “Well, no question on who you are? Red hair, hand me down robes? Obviously a Weasley,”

“Draco,” You spoke before either of the other boys could react, his head turned to you as if remembering you were there. You held his gaze, shaking your head at him, he merely smirked.

“My friend here might have better social graces than I, but let me give you a word of advice Potter, There are some wizards worth your time, and some who are not, best associate yourself with the right sort,” Draco puffed his own chest out proudly, and you rolled your eyes at the display, chancing a glance at the Weasley boy and Potter, who both seemed as put off as you felt. Draco extended his hand again; Harry ignored it.

“I think I can tell the right sort for myself, thanks,” Draco scoffed, glaring down at the boy, and he didn’t look so meek anymore. He held Draco’s gaze with his own steady one, the boys had a silent exchange before Draco huffed and turned, taking your arm and dragging you with him.

“You didn’t need to do that.” You spoke as you allowed him to guide you away to wait in a different area- away from the boy who lived.

“Oh don’t tell me you’re cross at me now,” He rolled his eyes, and you crossed your arms, shaking your head.

“No, I’m just saying-”

“Students! Follow me!” A voice rang out clear above the chatter, and it immediately died down. The large group formed two organized lines and followed the stern professor into the great hall, the first time any of you had seen it. Magical. It felt cliché, and obvious, but that was the only word you could muster. Candles hung in the sky, twinkling and flickering like the stars that were above them. The ceiling swirled with the harsh weather outside, but in the great hall, it was warm and cozy. Four long tables were headed by another large table, all five full. Ghosts milled about the room and banners hung from the ceiling proudly. Each table donning its own crest, and the staff table displaying the Hogwarts crest.

“Wow,” You found yourself whispering, Draco silently nodding beside you. For a moment your past annoyance with him was gone, replaced solely by awe. Names began being called, no particular order, keeping the waiting students on their toes. Every time a student was sorted their new house would cheer excitedly for their addition. You watched the Weasley boy, whose first name was Ron, get sorted into Gryffindor, him grinning proudly.

“Draco Malfoy,” Finally his name was called, and he looked at you with a wide smirk on his lips, you smiled back nodding your head encouragingly. The hair barely grazed his head before it shouted Slytherin to the group, the table to the far right clapping happily. Draco met your eye and nodded once more before going to join the table. A few names passed and Harry Potter was called. There was a decent pause as the hat sat on his head, and everyone waited. Finally, it shouted Gryffindor, and you weren’t surprised. The house of the brave. Directly after Harry was called, your name rang out, making you tense. You nodded, this time to yourself, and went up, sitting on the stool. The hat came down over your eyes, and you chanted to yourself silently.

‘Slytherin, Slytherin, Slytherin,’

‘Slytherin aye? Let me see let me see, possible, but not what I would have chosen,’

‘What?’ Your eyes opened inside the hat, and you were met with darkness, it talked?

‘No no, so much potential elsewhere, I would much rather prefer Gryffindor,’

‘Gryffindor?’ You felt yourself panicking, hands clenching and unclenching, ‘No, no,’

‘No? Are you sure?’

‘I’m, no, I don’t know, my friends’ Your mother’s voice sounded in your ear nearly as clearly as the caps. Telling you to take a chance. To give it a chance. To be brave. Brave.

‘If you’re sure-’

‘Wait!’ Silence for a moment, your thoughts were whirling, finally, the hat spoke again.

‘That’s what I thought. Better be-’

“Gryffindor!” You felt sick as the hat was lifted from your head. Your vision was blurry and the sudden plunging into the light made your head spin, you looked towards the table on the far right, and saw Draco. He looked at you like he had never truly seen you before. His face was open, shocked, and then it closed, and he sneered. You got off the stool, your legs leading you to the table to the far right. It felt symbolic and ironic, and you hated it. You sat down across from a girl with bushy brown hair and smiled nervously, she smiled back. You were a Gryffindor. Merlin, what would your father think?

Negative thoughts and all your worries were pushed away when the table in front of you was suddenly brimming with food. Anything you would hope to eat appeared and everyone around you tucked in happily. Two boys who looked identical to each other and incredibly similar to Ron were entertaining the first years with wild stories of the castle, and you found yourself hanging onto every word.

“Oooooo yes, the forbidden forest-”

“How could we forget-”

“Never go there little firsties-”

“Unless you wish to perish!” You grinned, shaking your head and laughing. One of them saw and pointed towards you.

“Ah! She laughs!” You smirked, rolling your eyes good-natured.

“It’s just a forest, next to a school, how dangerous can it be?”

“I head there are centaurs there, and they’ll tie you to trees and eat you,” Ron replied eyes wide and head bobbing eagerly, you scoffed.

“Centaurs don’t eat people, Ron,” You assured, “But they might string you up,” Ron’s eyes widened even further and both twins let out a bark of laughter at your words. One reached part Ron and Harry and offered you their hand.

“I’m Fred, this is George,” He motioned to his twin.

“Y/N,” You took the hand, smiling back.

“You were with Malfoy,” Harry commented, eyeing you slightly, you felt heat rise to your face, and you nodded slightly.

“I was,”

“Are you guys mates?” Ron asked around a mouth full of food. You glanced across the room to the boy in question. He was already looking at you, and when you caught his eye he glared and looked away quickly, you frowned.

“We were.”

Back in your common room that night you found all your belongings sitting nearly at the edge of a four-poster bed. The girl from dinner, Hermione, as you learned, was directly next to you.

“It’s wonderful isn’t it?” She asked excitedly and you smiled, nodding as you searched for a pair of pajamas.

“Yes, it’s great to finally be here.” You agreed, and she bounced slightly on her bed, bubbling over with joy.

“How long have you known you were a witch?” You faltered, looking at the girl.

“I’ve always known,” She looked at you with wide eyes before grinning.

“You have to tell me everything! I have so much to catch up on, I need to find the library tomorrow and get some books, do you want to come?”

“Are you... muggle-born?” You asked, surprised. You had never met anyone before who was actually muggle-born. Not only that, but you thought you would be able to tell.

“That’s non-magic born, right? I am.” You nodded slowly, finally finding a pair of sleep pants and a t-shirt towards the bottom of your trunk. You went to your bed, one hand on your curtains, she was looking at you expectantly. You smiled.

“Sure, we can find the library after lessons tomorrow,”

“Wonderful,”

“Goodnight Hermione,”

“Goodnight, Y/N!” With that, you pulled your curtains shut tight. You changed quickly and climbed into bed before locating your journal and quill in the nightstand beside your bed. You tried to write everything you felt all day. The excitement, the fear, the disappointment, and the excitement again. When you had put down all your words you replaced the book and pulled your duvet down, sliding in. For a while you stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep. You were thinking about Draco. He couldn’t possibly stay mad at you forever, could he? You’d need to find him and talk to him sometime soon. Eventually, you drifted off, ready to start your new life at Hogwarts the following morning. Ready to take a chance.

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dzamie-oc · 3 years

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09 - Luminescent

See, I told you guys I’d make one minors can interact with. I’m not a fully lewd dragon!

Length: 2800 words Rating: E (contains a major character death) Summary: A wizard is sent to prevent disaster from befalling a kingdom. He decides that the nearby dragon, a creature so strongly associated with greed, must die. The dragon has no idea what's going on, but now it is glowing.

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Once, in a wonderful kingdom, the king felt troubled. He sought first the advice of his royal alchemist, who prepared a concoction to lift his spirits. Alas, the brew had only a fleeting effect; the king thanked the alchemist for her efforts, and sought instead the advice of his court wizard. The wizard, who grumbled as always for being called from his lavish tower, nonetheless put on a smile and conjured for the king fantastical illusions, and then cast a spell to relieve the ruler. Yet again, once the wizard’s efforts had concluded, the king once more felt troubled. Finally, the king sought the advice of the seers. The wise men beheld the king, and studied the court, and conversed amongst themselves. Finally, they approached him once more with their revelation.

“Your Majesty,” one said, “it would appear that a creature of greed has infiltrated these peaceful lands. If it is not soon dealt with, its corruption may spread - such corruption is the cause of your unease.”

“A grave danger indeed,” the king said. Other kingdoms had fallen to the foul temptation of greed, and he had done his best to learn from their downfalls. Once again, he called on the alchemist and the wizard for their aid.

The alchemist shook her head sadly. “Many apologies, Your Majesty, but I have sworn against creating poisons.” And the king already knew this, so she was given her leave to return to her duties.

The wizard stepped up. “Your Majesty, I have heard tell of a dragon settling in the mountains. Surely such a beast is the cause of this greed. By your leave, I shall slay it, and keep its head for my tower, to serve as a warning so another of its kind will not come again.”

This bravery impressed the king greatly, and the wizard was granted materials with which to travel to the dragon, and the town nearby. Several aides thought that his requests were too grandiose, yet, none of them had faced a dragon or used such powerful magic, so they did not speak up. And with that, the wizard left on his quest to slay the dragon and claim the beast’s head.

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“Hail, mighty beast!” the wizard called, standing ahead of his attendants, “I come bearing a gift of a blessing!”

The wizard knew, of course, that he was no match for such a foe. In these situations, however, he knew he must be cunning. And so, when the dragon slinked closer, supporting its long, maned body on just four rather short legs, he spun a tale.

“As a show of good faith, o dragon, permit me first a spell for the two of us: once cast, neither may injure the other, be it by claw, sword, fire breath, or magical lightning.” The dragon bowed its head in assent, and so the wizard raised his staff. When he again set it down, it was so. Curious, the dragon raised a paw to the magic-wielding human. The wizard did not flinch, and when the creature batted lightly at his body, the beast’s paw recoiled as though it, itself, had been struck. It looked at its paw, nodded, and set it down.

“My magic is that of balance,” the wizard continued, “so there may be some minor curse to every blessing, as that is the way of nature.” This was, in honesty, only half false: casting a curse invited misfortune on the caster, yet a blessing would allow him to avoid such a fate. And, as he sought fortune himself, this was what he needed to do to best the creature. “Now, if you accept my gift, what form would you have it take?”

The dragon stared at the wizard for a short time, then spoke in the tongue of dragons, “prey is growing wise to me, and it is always such an undue burden on the herds and their families. I would be grateful if you could reduce how many creatures I must kill to prolong my own life.”

The wizard nodded gravely, then raised his staff. A dark beam shot from its end, and then one of light. It spun to inspect itself, yet found no difference, save for a greatly lessened feeling of hunger. When it turned once more to inquire, one of the wizard’s attendants gasped.

“By the stars! Its mouth glows like a candle!” she exclaimed. The dragon, confused, curled its head back to hold a paw before its muzzle, opened its jaws, and watched the orange-yellow light shine off of its scales.

“You should need eat merely one or two deer per week, great dragon,” the wizard explained, “and although I apologize for the curse, it is my sincere hope that the blessing outweighs it.” With that, he and his entourage took their leave to rest in a house near the nearby village. Once they were suitably far away from the dragon, he explained his plan, “of course, such a glow will scare off all prey. The beast will starve, and I will return with its head, to revel in His Majesty’s bountiful generosity at a job well done.”

This proved true, as, over the following weeks, the dragon found that his glowing maw would never fail to startle his quarry and ensure its escape. And so, after much thought, the dragon retreated to the darkest corner of its cave. When it heard the faint sounds of hooves or paws on the rocky floor, it opened its jaws and used the light, not as a warning, but as a lure. True to the wizard’s promise, too, it felt full after merely two wolves, and it was not until the following week that hunger struck once more, for one, single deer. And in the meantime, it busied itself observing its territory, and the nearby human town. So long as it allowed itself one or two days to feed, it was still able to do as it pleased.

And so, after an entire month, the wizard returned to the dragon’s cave. There, he did not find a corpse, or even a dreadfully weakened wyrm. Instead, it rested, curled like a large, maned snake, and regarded him with a thankful smile. “Oh, wizard, I must admit, I had not expected your spell to hold. Yet it has done as you promised, and I will surely remember your kind action.”

That his blessing had truly outshone his curse irritated the wizard, yet he could not let it show. “Friend dragon, if I may consider you such, that is wonderful news. I had returned to attempt to remove its effects, both good and bad, but if you are pleased with it, I shall offer a blessing anew, in gratitude for your own gratitude.”

The dragon’s face lit up, and not only for the magical glow from within its jaws. “Friend wizard, you are far too kind. Yet, this past month has enamored me of the workings of a nearby town. I speak only as a dragon does, and so fear they would flee at my sight. If it is not too much, could you grant me the ability to speak in the human tongue, that I may more closely observe them?”

“If it is not too much?” The wizard had to keep himself from scoffing at the mockery of his well-renowned and valuable skills. “Dragon, such a thing is child’s play - although, I must warn you that, once again, it will come with a curse.” And once again, the dragon dipped its head. So, with a beam of black and a beam of white, the entire dragon began to glow softly, as though every so slightly covered in fire.

It looked at its body with visible trepidation. “A high cost, o wizard, and yet-” It stopped suddenly, and put a paw to its muzzle. “Oh, it did truly work, and how splendidly I speak! Friend wizard, please, one of my scales in thanks; I have heard that it can be transformed into five and twenty times its weight in gold.” With that, it pressed a shed scale into his hand - gently, as it was still mindful of the very first spell cast - and set about thinking on how to still hunt with its new body.

Once again, the wizard left feeling certain of his impending victory. “To talk is a trifling matter,” he explained to his attendants that night, “no creature which is not already lame and collapsed will ever fall prey to it again, and surely, it will starve.” He held up the glittering scale given to him by the beast. “And to think on its scales... why, I could return with a heap of treasure for the king, and yet quietly keep a far lesser weight in scales for myself, knowing myself to have an even greater value...”

His first prediction rang true, as the very next week, the dragon found that, while some may approach a strange, glowing hole, none would venture near a glowing dragon. It was fortunate to find a deer whose leg had given out, yet knew such luck would not hold. So, it instead flew to the village it had observed, slithering through the air as a serpent does along the ground.

It was soon approached by wary soldiers, and so took a step back. “Hold, please, and hear my words. I have been subject to an unfortunate mixed blessing at the hands of a friend wizard. I bear you no ill will, and I entreat you, please, spare for me but one deer a week on which I may sustain myself. In return, I will gladly guard your livestock, or protect your merchants through the woods - none who wish either harm would dare approach with a dragon on guard. And, should some beast or bandit prove me wrong on this, I may sate myself on them and you may keep the requested deer.”

Its well-spoken plea fared well enough to gain audience with others, and soon the village elder. She accepted its proposition without hesitation, and the dragon soon found itself many friends with the farmers, whom it would often see in the fields, the oft-traveling merchants and their family, and even a number of others who simply wished to see what all the fuss was about with the new addition to the town.

After a month, again, the wizard sought out the dragon, and when he failed to find it, he sent his attendants to ask in the village, in case they had unwittingly pilfered his quarry. They returned well before expected, with news of a glowing dragon. So the wizard invited it to his temporary house, so as not to anger the villagers with his next curse.

“Hail, dragon, I see you have found the villagers well.”

“I have indeed; they are a friendly people and have accepted me eagerly.” It beamed at him, and not only with its magical light. “No longer am I solitary, and this is a greater gift than your first.”

“Well!” the wizard exclaimed, his face tight as he suppressed his aggravation, “as a tribute for your... profound luck, would you take a third? I understand my last curse proved, shall we say, substantial, so I shall not feel slighted if-”

“Your generosity knows no bounds, friend wizard,” it eagerly replied. It wiggled its entire body, shaking its mane about before settling into a more somber expression. “Although, my request is not so optimistically fueled as before. One of the town’s young has complained of pain in her back for weeks on end, now, and it disquiets me to see her suffer as such. Is it within your power to grant the power to heal? I will gladly bear a curse for such a boon - not merely to me, but to the town.”

He thought for some time on this - he could not include the feigned “balance” curse he had used to disguise his own intentions, but at the same time, surely it would not survive long enough to discover the depth of his deception. A black beam, and a white beam, and the glowing dragon was reduced to barely a man’s height from nose to tail. “A powerful blessing comes with a powerful curse, I’m afraid. I hope I will see you again, dragon,” he concluded, and left out that he would prefer the dragon not be alive to see him in return.

The long, yet now much shorter, creature snaked out of the darkness. It soon found the girl with the hurt back, curled around her, and, in a flash of light, healed her body. She hugged it tight, tears of joy in her eyes; its eyes, too, were wet, but it did not smile. It soon flew to the village elder, who looked concerned at the dragon’s new state: both its size and its tearful visage.

“I sought a blessing from my friend once more, to be able to heal. However, you see its cost.” It gestured to its diminutive body. “No longer am I fit to guard against bandits, and should a wolf happen along while I am about, at best it may take me rather than a cow or sheep. I thank you and your village kindly for all that you have done for me, but I will not burden you with my upkeep unduly.”

It turned to leave, but before it could leap into the sky, the elder spoke up. “Now you hold it right there, dragon! If you think we’d kick you out just because you’re capable of less now, we must’ve given you a horrible impression this past month, or else you weren’t paying any attention! We didn’t abandon Yosef when he broke both arms, we didn’t abandon Rivka when she fell deathly ill for two months, and we certainly aren’t going to abandon you just because you’re a mite smaller!” She grinned at the dragon, and it stared back at her and wiped its eyes with the back of its paw. “I may not know where or who you were before, but now you’re here and ours, and most importantly, you’re us.”

It took all its restraint to not pounce at her with a joyous hug, but even with its new healing power and smaller form, it figured it was best not to risk her health, barreling into her like that. And so the dragon remained in the village, playing with those out and about, running errands here and there with the great benefit of flight, and helping guide visitors and children safely to the village from the woods and mountain. And it was fed, and some people even offered it beds, while others lightheartedly accused them of trying to steal the dragon.

And one month passed again. The wizard cast a spell to point him to the dragon’s body, for surely it would be difficult to find, even glowing as it was. He was surprised to see the spell guide him to the village, and began to think of what to do if the villagers had taken it out themselves, and tried to steal his prize. However, this plotting was interrupted by a cheerful voice.

“Friend wizard! You have come to visit me, here?” The dragon scarfed down a bite of chicken, quickly told a nearby child, “don’t do that, I’m being a bad example,” and flew through the air to land in front of him.

Frustration and jealousy boiled over into rage. After an entire season away from his lavish tower, trying and failing to subtly kill the dragon, his temper snapped. “You stupid lizard!” he shouted, his face twisted into a snarl, “three times I’ve hit you with a curse that should have left you starving alone in the wilderness, and three times you’ve lived through it! By the king’s orders, I came here to slay a dangerous, greedy creature, and by the fates, I shall!” As he raised his staff, a wild wind whipped up around the two of them. Children were quickly ushered indoors, and the few villagers who tried to lunge in and scoop the dragon away from the apparent madman were tossed aside by the sudden storm.

“Wh- you... you weren’t trying to befriend me?” the dragon asked, shocked and hurt.

“Why would I do that?!” the wizard shouted, “I came here to end you, not see you flourish. Now die, foul vice, die!”

The wizard pointed his staff at the dragon. A bolt of lightning shot from the tip, crackling through the gap only a couple of feet across, directly at its snout. There was no time to talk. There was no time to move. The spell would hit the dragon squarely with every ounce of the wizard’s power.

And then, just like the dragon’s paw had, several months before...

The spell bounced back and slammed directly into the wizard’s body. He lifted several feet off the ground, then fell to the dirt, unmoving.

Miles away, the king felt his sense of unease suddenly lift. He smiled, and quietly thanked the wizard for doing what needed to be done.

#dragon #smaugust #dragons #smaugust 2021 #luminescent #wizard #magic #writing #writers on tumblr #noodle dragon #Eastern Dragon #text

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