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ourloveisforthelovely · 3 years

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Princess Part 6

Harry Potter Marauders Era

Link to Part 5

Parings: Regulus Black. Mentioned Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

Rating: Explicit- smut warning

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“It's Christmas Eve tomorrow. I still have to get your mother’s present.”

You said as Regulus pushed a small path through the hordes of people that were out snagging last-minute gifts.

“I figured that you would have had everything done weeks ago.”

Regulus commented, rolling his eyes as the fourth person ran into him. You wrapped your arms together around his to prevent separation.

“Well, I would but she’s been hovering over me since we returned home. It's hard to buy a present with her breathing down my neck, however, I could have turned around and asked her if she liked whatever the item was.”

Regulus smirked.

“Father got her a nice necklace and diamond ring this year. I thought last year’s gift to that self-help seminar was a wonderful gift. Father was right. Mother needs to get out of the house more and network with other basketcases.”

“Regulus.”

You said his name with a sly smile remembering last year’s horrible Christmas disaster when Orion gave Walburga those tickets to that seminar. Walburga didn’t speak to Orion for three weeks. She, instead, insisted upon following Regulus and yourself around questioning everything that the two of you were doing?”

“So, is this what teenagers are doing today?”

“Regulus, do you really have to play quidditch? What if you fall or hurt something?”

“Where is your jumper?”

You could still hear her shrieking in your mind. Both Regulus and yourself had politely dealt with Walburga’ meddling. The two of you were too polite to say anything to her. It wasn’t until Orion came home with jewelry did she start speaking to her husband again.

Even Kreacher was delighted for his mistress and master to be speaking again. The poor elf had taken refuge under Regulus’ bed resulting in sex not happening.

“Master and mistress, just pretend that Kreacher isn’t here.”

Both Regulus and yourself were looking at each other with disturbing expressions and given up on whatever thought of sex that was once had.

“I know what you are thinking about and Kreacher is not living under our bed for three weeks again.”

Regulus whispered, rolling his eyes. The two of you had finally gotten to a place where people weren’t running into you. Regulus pulled you closer to him.

“Yes, we don’t need a house-elf living in our room again. That was awkward.”

Regulus glanced over his shoulder. His eyes had stopped on the candy store that had the one type of chocolate his mother enjoyed.

“I’m going to run in there quickly. Mom needs her chocolate fix. Are you coming?”

You shook your head upon realizing just how many people were in the store.

“Go ahead. There are too many other humans in there. I’ll wait for you here.”

Regulus shrugged and disappeared into the shop. You took a breath and looked down at your watch. 7:30...Walburga was probably wondering where the two of you were. Forget the fact that Regulus and yourself were almost adults. Walburga, after Sirius’ departure, turned up her worrying over Regulus (and yourself too) to new heights.

When Regulus’ dark mark started burning and he had to leave, Walburga turned into a worried child whose blankie was in the wash. She would pace the floor until her son returned home. Her out of character behavior was never mentioned, however. If someone mentioned Walburga acting differently over Regulus now, she would deny it.

“Y/n?”

You looked up the moment that you heard your name being called. The moment that you met the source, you froze seeing Sirius standing in front of you. A few feet behind him stood James and Lily Potter.

It had been ages since you had seen or spoken to Sirius last. After he ran away, Walburga made it crystal clear that she didn’t want Regulus or yourself speaking to him. Regulus was just fine obliging to his mother’s request. Your lover wouldn’t admit it but he was devastated by his brother leaving. Sirius leaving was, in Regulus’ mind, Sirius saying that he didn’t care for him anymore. It was harder for you to stop talking to Sirius cold turkey. The two of you had always been friendly. You were the go-between when he was having issues with his brother or mother.

“Hello, Sirius.”

You said, softly before looking around to make sure that Regulus wasn’t coming back. Regulus would be livid if he saw you speaking to Sirius. Livid or jealous...which one it would be was yet to be determined. Regulus has always been jealous of your friendship with Sirius. Why, you weren’t sure. You had been dedicated to Regulus since day one. He was the one that you played wedding with. Regulus was the one that you followed around like a shadow and vice versa.

“It's good to see you! It's been a long time...I heard that you agreed to marry Regulus.”

You could tell Sirius was struggling with the subject. There had always been a part of Sirius, whether he wanted to admit it or not, was sour that you didn’t “choose him.” After all, you had been meant for Sirius in the beginning. When you took to Regulus that plan was shot to hell.

“Yes, we are getting married after school is over. How have you been?”

You asked, changing the subject. Sirius shrugged.

“You know me...just going about here and there. I’ve been doing some traveling. I have a question and it's a bit awkward to ask but I need to know…is Reggie really a death eater? As the person that knows him the best, I figured that you would know.”

You blinked a few times seeing Regulus step out of the store. His eyes instantly narrowed on his brother as a cold glare set on his face. Sirius noticed it too.

“We don’t have much time. Blink once for yes and twice for no. I won’t tell him a thing.”

You blinked twice. Sirius put his head down, knowing that it was a lie. The moment that he looked back up, you blinked once. Sirius wanted nothing more than to offer to help keep both Regulus and yourself safe. He wanted to get his brother out of that mess but he knew Regulus would never say yes to him or the order.

“Look who it is.”

Regulus said coldly as he finally reached you. His arm went around your waist as Sirius met his eyes.

“Regulus, it's good to see you.”

Regulus only stared at Sirius. He made no move to speak to his brother. It didn’t matter deep down that Regulus wanted to talk to Sirius. He wanted nothing more than to beg his brother to forgive him for being so cold but that wouldn’t happen. Regulus was “the good son” and his parents were counting on him.

“We should go, Y/n.”

Regulus said before wrapping his wrist around your hand and tugging you with him. Sirius held his hands up.

“So you aren’t going to say anything? You’re just going to stand there like some kind of zombie?”

Regulus turned.

“You don’t deserve a moment of my time.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at the hurt expression on Sirius' face as Regulus tugged you along with him. There had been many run-ins with Sirius when he was still at Hogwarts that resulted in Regulus hexing his brother. Many MANY times you were pulling Regulus away as he shouted any insult that he could at Sirius. When you couldn’t get him away it was Evan and Snape hauling him off.

“Can we slow down?”

You snapped as you almost lost your balance for the third time. Regulus turned and glared down at you with jealousy in his eyes.

Lovely…

You thought. It was going to be one of those nights. Nothing that you had to say would please Regulus at the moment. It didn’t matter that it was his engagement ring on your finger or that you were chasing after him. All that Regulus could think about was the fact that you were supposed to be Sirius’ betrothed. The insecure side of him questioned in you or Sirius actually cared for each other and was just too good to say it.

“Let’s just go home. We don’t need to talk.”

Regulus replied before turning and starting back in the direction of Grimmauld Place. This time his hand wasn’t around yours making sure that you didn’t get pulled off. Regulus had shoved his hands in his pockets and reminded you of a jealous child.

“Fine.”

You commented before following him. If he wanted to be difficult then you would let him.

Thankfully Walburga and Orion were in bed when the two of you arrived home. You immediately followed Regulus to your shared bedroom. He took off his jacket and tossed it carelessly on the floor.

Shaking your head, you reached down to hang it up.

“Leave it. That’s what Kreacher is for.”

Regulus snapped. You blinked a few times having to bite your tongue. There were a lot of things that you could say to Regulus at the moment but you didn’t want to sleep alone or end up sleeping on the sofa.

Regulus had started the fire in the fireplace before sitting down on the sofa to glare coldly at the flames. He knew that he was being childish but he didn’t care. You didn’t seem to realize how much Sirius still hurt him. Seeing you talking to the jerk with none other than James-Fucking-Potter close by was enough to make the jealous little shit in Regulus come roaring back with a vengeance.

You gave Regulus half an hour to “get over himself” before plopping down on his lap in emerald green lingerie that left little to the imagination. Regulus was still scowling as he looked you over. You sighed.

“Stop acting like a child Regulus Black. I’m your fiance and you know it.”

Regulus sighed.

“If you weren’t my fiance I would be worried about you sitting on my lap dressed like this, princess.”

You smiled. There was your prince charming.

“I was saving this for our wedding night but given our current situation I figured this would be better than me just rolling around naked on your lap.”

Regulus reached up to stroke his hand over your cheek.

“You don’t see how he looks at you.”

You frowned.

“Are we still talking about Sirius?”

Regulus nodded.

“Uh-huh. He looks at you like you’re something to eat. I see how his eyes roam over your body. He doesn’t seem to understand that you are mine.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned into the kiss Regulus’ lips. He didn’t stop you. The kiss was tender for a moment before leaning backward further on his lap. You knew that you would tell him all about Sirius dating Remus Lupin. Why this was so lost on Regulus was still a mystery. You could have picked those two out as lovers without either of them saying anything.

“I assure you that he sees me as nothing more than a friend. Reggie, he knows that I am devoted 100% to you. He’s known it for a long time. Besides, I don’t have what Sirius needs. I’m made for you.”

Regulus had to grin at that though. Hell yes, you were “made for him.” Your bodies fit together perfectly. Everything about the two of you went together.

“Princess, you’re killing me.”

He groaned as you wiggled your ass on his now prominent erection. You giggled before kissing his bottom lip.

“I’m down for some nice jealous sex.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow before harshly pulling your upper body against his.

“Well, then love, you are in luck. All of your slutty self is all mine.”

He growled against your lips before possessively kissing you. You reached up tangling your fingers in his curls. Resisting the urge to start tugging, you instead stroked your hand through his hair earning a moan from your lover.

Regulus’ hand had fallen to your ass and roughly squeezed your plump flesh. He gently pushed you backward on his lap.

“I believe we should take this to our bed.”

You didn't wait to be told twice before getting up and hurrying to your shared bed. Regulus had gone to the door to lock it. The last thing that he wanted was his mother walking in and screaming when she realized what was going on. He turned to look at you as you pulled back the heavy duvet and blankets.

Your foot became stuck in one of the soft blankets resulting in you slipping. Regulus had rushed forward and caught you.

“You’re so clumsy. If I wasn’t around to catch you all of the time, you would forever have broken bones.”

“Yes, lucky for me.”

You said, kissing him and laying back on the bed. Regulus shook his head and began to undress. Your heart began to pound the moment that you heard Regulus’ belt unbuckling then the loud noise it made upon hitting the hardwood floors.

Regulus was on top of you before you were able to formulate another thought. His hand immediately went between your legs and shoved the emerald thong to the side.

“Oh, look at that, you are wet...just as I suspected. You’re so wet and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

His voice was almost mocking as he glared down at you. You knew that game that he wanted to play now and as messed up as it sounded, you were excited.

“Why wouldn’t I be wet for you?”

You squeaked when Regulus shoved his index and middle finger inside of you.

“You could be wet for him too.”

“It's always you, Reggie. I only want you.”

You gasped as he scissored his fingers. Regulus didn’t reply. It wasn’t until you reached out to wrap your hand around his length did he push you away.

“No touching.”

Regulus leaned down and smothered his face in your neck. You swallowed as he bit down. A pornographic moan left your lips as he continued to manipulate your already spasming core. Regulus’ breath on your neck was hot as he sucked love bite after love bite onto your neck. There would be no mistaking on whose woman you were.

You whined the moment that his hand left your body. His grey eyes silenced you with one disapproving look. You fought back as he tugged the emerald thong off and tossed it over his shoulder.

“Now, where were we?”

You wanted to scream to answer the question...Right here! We were right here! Just touch me! Anything!

You knew that, however, would get you nowhere. Regulus would probably get out of bed and leave you moaning for him. He wouldn’t come back to you until he was good and ready.

“You’re such a good girl, princess.”

Regulus praised you as he took his length in his hand. You moaned as the tip rubbed over your clit then down to your entrance multiple times.

“Reggie, don’t be a tease.”

“Who said that I was teasing?”

Regulus replied. His face was dead serious. He had returned to his stoic reserved nature as he continued his game. A loud moan escaped your lips as Regulus shoved in. His hand instantly clasped around your mouth.

“Hush now. Mummy will hear us.”

Regulus whispered before giving you a little grin. He knew exactly what you were thinking about. That little comment alone brought back memories from years past. Regulus would make that comment when the two of you were early teens and started messing around. Gone were the days where Regulus could get off by seeing you naked. You could simply take off your shirt for him and let Regulus put his mouth or hands on you. He would barely touch himself and come. Now things were different. You had to work to make Regulus come.

“You’re a fucking tease.”

You said with a giggle as you took his hand in yours and brought it to your lips. Regulus leaned back on his heels but made sure to remain snuggly inside of you. His eyes winded as your mouth wrapped around his middle and index finger. You sucked the digits like you would if they were his cock.

“Love, you call me a tease.”

“Then fuck me…”

“You asked for it.”

Regulus hissed before pulling out and slamming back into you at a furious pace. You couldn’t help crying out as he ravaged you. Regulus didn’t care that the headboard was slamming into the wall and that you were screaming. Too much blood had already left his head to leave him incapable of thinking of anything other than fucking you. His goal was to leave you so sore that you couldn’t put your legs together the next morning.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, leaving you light headed as your body began to spasm around Regulus’ length. As much as you enjoyed sensual lovemaking, you equally enjoyed Regulus using you as his own personal toy.

“I need to come.”

Regulus groaned. You moaned at his words alone. Your body tightening was enough to push Regulus over the edge. His body shivered as he emptied inside of you.

“Come, love.”

He choked out through his own orgasm before teasing your clit with his fingers. It took two or three circles before you were coming screaming his name like a prayer.

Regulus was the first to pull out. His come coated your thighs as he leaned down for a kiss.

“Shall we have round two?”

Before you could respond, someone was pounding on the door. Regulus’ face went scarlet as he looked down at you. Your eyes were wide as Orion’s voice came from the other side of the door.

“Okay, you two...we have heard enough for one evening. Go to sleep!”

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sofwrites · 3 years

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He laughed, she shrieked; She yearned, he loved

Polin Week Day 2: Polin Songs

Type: Songfic that goes through Colin and Penelope's POVs from their first meeting to the end of RMB

Length: 4.7k

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“But something happened, I heard him laughing

I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent” - London Boy, Taylor Swift

Penelope Featherington’s life split into a new half on the sixth day of the fourth month of the year 1812.

It began like any other day when rare sunshine followed a week of springtime rain- the Featherington had been enjoying a walk in the park, and the matriarch had become too preoccupied to notice the exact whereabouts of her third daughter.

Which was why when Penelope felt the rumbling underneath her feet and heard the nearby stampeding, she had no trouble walking off to inspect for its source.

Was it possible that there were bandits in Hyde Park, she wondered. That scouring marauders had come to their little corner of the world?

Though equally horrifying, the idea filled young Penelope with giddy excitement as she ducked behind a large tree.

But when she peeked around the trunk, there were no bandits, no marauders, no ravagers, scoundrels, or miscreants.

No, there was none of that. Instead, there were two young men galloping on horses.

Until there was only one.

It seemed that the breeze had picked up and along with it, the girl’s bonnet (she’d secretly unsecured it while her mother wasn’t watching- a habit she would very soon retire). And before she realized what had happened, one of the gentlemen had fallen directly into a patch of mud.

And as Penelope watched, her heart leaped, then dropped, and then froze in her chest- because it was her fault that he had fallen in. And with wide, terrified eyes, she rushed forward to help.

“OhmyHeavens! Are you alright? Do you need me to get someone for you?” She was speaking far too quickly, she was sure of that, and her voice was definitely quite a few octaves too high for ordinary human communication. But she didn’t care about any of it in the current moment.

Though he was certainly awake, the man didn’t reply immediately, and Penelope felt her panic grow as her hands began to shake. There was no doubt that this stranger would grant her with anything less than contempt. And as he rose, she prepared herself, promising that she would not cry even if he roared the greatest criticism.

But she need not have worried herself - for Penelope had met a man who was exceptional to all the rest. One who would make sure that no other man could ever compare.

All her perfect gentleman did was laugh, and it was the loveliest sound that she had ever heard. And then he looked at her, and his eyes, the most vivid shade of green she had ever bore witness to, were filled with nothing but good humor.

And then he smiled at her. And nothing would ever be the same for Penelope Featherington, for she had fallen in love.

“Be young, be foolish, but be happy

Don’t let the rain get you down, it’s a waste of time” - Be Young, Be Foolish, Be Happy, The Tams

It all happened in a blur really. One minute, Colin was riding horseback alongside a friend, enjoying a cheerful sunny afternoon.

And the next, some flying object attacked him and caused him to tumble over and land squarely into a puddle of mud.

Then there was shrieking. Some high-pitched, panicky shrieking that quickly became more painful than the tender spot on his bum.

Pulling away his assailant (which appeared to be a bonnet), Colin was met with a girl whose expression matched the hysteria of her voice. She looked young- a bit less than him- likely around Eloise or Francesca’s age. And she looked…

Well, frankly, she looked bloody terrified.

Terrified. Terrified that he was going to scream or curse or do something even more unpleasant to her.

But even if it was her bonnet that was to blame, it hardly mattered. She couldn’t have possibly planned for her headwear to get whisked off of her head and directly onto his face. And judging by the giant brown eyes and quivering lip turned towards him, she surely felt guilty about it now.

And besides that, the whole situation was rather funny. Even if he was covered in mud, Colin Bridgerton always appreciated an amusing turn of events. There was no use fretting over such little things, not when one could find the humor in it.

So, he did the one thing he knew how to do: he laughed, just in the way his father used to do. His father, who told him that laughter could solve most anything. Colin had found that although it might not have solved everything, it was quite a useful little trick.

But he was proven correct that day when the girl’s horrified expression melted into one of pure relief.

Until she began hurriedly apologizing to him, and her widened eyes went from concerning to amusing. So amusing, in fact, that he smiled at her.

And Colin Bridgerton had no idea what he’d just done.

“I wonder if he knows he’s all I think about at night

He’s the reason for the teardrops on my guitar” - Teardrops On My Guitar, Taylor Swift

If what Penelope felt when she first met Colin was love, then the year following had to embody some form of deep, deep admiration. He was more than just a fine sport and a good first impression- he was simply the nicest man she had ever met. And he grew lovelier with each passing meeting.

He looked at her and smiled, he spoke to her and listened - he was simply kind to her in a way that few people ever were. And her heart fluttered every time she gazed into those dazzling green eyes.

It made her first season, just a little over a year after their ill-fated meeting, rather unbearable. Not only had Penelope’s mother pushed her into coming out in society earlier than she would have liked, but everything seemed to be wrong. In an unfortunate circumstance, she hadn’t yet entered the realm of womanhood, and the reaction of the ton directly reflected such.

But although no bachelors had eyes for Penelope (not to her great surprise), she only truly cared about one.

And that was the reason that over the course of the season, Penelope’s heart broke more times than she would have ever cared to admit.

She knew whenever he was in the room, could feel his presence in the air. She could hear his voice even when it didn’t carry, simply because she had spent so much time engraining it into her memory.

And she often watched him as he accompanied other, more eligible ladies to the dance floor- watched how he laughed and smiled at them just as he did to her. The same way he did to her.

And even though he usually made sure to save her a dance as well, and they were often the greatest highlight of the evening for Penelope, the sting lasted well into the night. She pictured him with the other girls, the ones who were prettier and more popular and less shy than she was. Than she ever could be.

And sometimes, when she was alone and the day had been more difficult than usual, Penelope cried more tears than she could have ever counted.

“I just want to live while I’m alive

(It’s my life)

My heart is like an open highway” - It’s My Life, Bon Jovi

Colin didn’t enjoy balls.

The conversations were dull, the entertainment was lacking, and every dance he offered was met with some maddening assumption that he had plans to marry.

He was still so young for God’s sake, still had so much life to live before surrendering to the shackles of the marriage mart. He knew that it was just a matter of time before he was the oldest unattached Bridgerton, but he had no plans of hurrying. He simply wasn’t ready yet, and he didn’t see any problem with that.

His family, however, certainly did.

“Please, do remember to dance with Miss Merriweather.”

“Yes, mother.”

“And Miss Kensington.”

“Of course.”

“And Miss Jones.”

“ Right .”

“And best not to forget Miss Featherington as well.”

He looked at his mother, his signature half-smile plastered to his face. “Would that even be possible? I’m quite sure that you’ve stuffed the list into my pocket.”

Violet gave him an indulgent look, one that was more familiar than he would have liked. “It’s possible that I left it in your morning coat.” She smiled before her face grew a bit more serious and her voice softened. “Please, Colin, don’t forget. Especially not Miss Featherington.”

And Colin nodded, immediately making his way to the girl standing by the refreshments table because that was what he did.

He appeased his mother, wore a happy face, and left as soon as he was able.

“Mr. Never had to see me cry

Mr. Insincere apology so he doesn’t look like the bad guy” - Mr. Perfectly Fine, Taylor Swift

The worst moment of Penelope’s life happened in the middle of the sixth month of the year 1817.

He hadn’t meant to her to hear him, she knew that. And she knew that she didn’t deserve to feel angry with him, didn’t deserve to feel like he had purposefully trampled over her heart with no regard for her or her feelings.

But Penelope was just a human, and humans didn’t always react to situations with rationality.

So when Colin apologized for the second time (since the first was really more for shock than regret), Penelope wasn’t quite as forgiving inside as she was on the surface.

She didn’t blame him, per se, but the cut was just still too fresh to let go of the hurt. And when Colin approached her at the next ball, she wasn’t quite as... friendly as usual.

It was when she was staring at his hand, outstretched and waiting like everything was absolutely normal. Like there was nothing, simply nothing wrong between them. And then he gave her that same smile he always did, the one that she normally loved, but felt much more smug than charming that evening.

“Of course, Mr. Bridgerton ,” she answered, making a failed attempt to sound pleasant.

He was doing it to appease his mother, she was more than aware of the fact. Or just to absolve himself of his guilt. Perhaps that was why it hurt so much.

Or perhaps it was the simple fact that she’d loved and dreamed about him for years, meanwhile, he’d been announcing to the world that he was certainly not going to marry her.

And though it might not have been fair, Penelope’s heart wouldn’t allow herself to move forward quite yet.

“And I don't even need your love

But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough.” - Somebody that I used to know, Gotye

It had been a mistake. A stupid mistake that Colin hadn’t even known he was making until it had already been too late.

His brothers had been at him, knowing exactly what to say to push him to the edge. He didn’t want to discuss marriage or settling down, he just wanted to go away. Find something that was his and only his.

How could he have known that she’d been standing right there? How could he have known that the cruelest thing he’d ever said would blow up so magnificently in his face?

It wasn’t fair, not to him and certainly- definitely not to her.

Colin wasn’t in the business of hurting other people, especially not ones who were as kind and decent as Penelope Featherington.

He knew that laughter wouldn’t work this time. So, instead, he apologized. A true, sincere apology that Penelope accepted.

Or so she pretended to accept. Because although she claimed that she was fine and that there was nothing wrong, there was definitely something off. And it was bloody irritating.

Colin didn’t need Penelope’s friendship, if that’s what one would call their dynamic, but he didn’t want the girl to hate him or possibly worse- like a stranger.

He was Colin, and he just wanted to be as well-liked as he usually was. So, he did what he could to force pleasantries, to make sure that they got back to where they’d always been.

Until it ended up working a bit too well.

“You’re so gorgeous,

I can’t say anything to your face

‘Cause look at your face” - Gorgeous, Taylor Swift

It had taken Penelope Featherington just about a year to fully forgive Colin Bridgerton. He was the same Colin he always was- funny and charismatic, easily the kindest man she had ever known. And it was easy to fall back into old habits- easy to fall back under his spell.

How could she not? When he smiled at her with that same smile, when he looked at her with those same hypnotic eyes and gorgeous face? Her heart had no chance against him.

Falling in love with Colin was easy- too easy- almost like breathing.

It was the being in love with Colin that tore her apart.

“Ooh, and I wished that you would hurt me harder than I hurt you

Ooh, and I wish you wouldn't wait for me, but you always do” - Let Me Go, Alesso & Hailee Steinfield

It had taken Colin Bridgerton years to admit that Penelope Featherington viewed him as more than just a friendly acquaintance. As more than a friend. As more than anything he felt comfortable with.

And then he thought that it would go away. That it was a young girl’s infatuation that would dissolve with time. He especially never saw it coming after how much he’d hurt her.

But after he’d noticed, he’d really noticed.

Penelope’s eyes had hearts in them. Huge hearts that lit up her entire face and made him feel like the biggest ass on the planet.

He kept leaving, sometimes for entire years. And every time he returned and saw her, he thought that it might be over. That she might have found someone new to set her sights on. That a different man would swoop in and take her affections.

No one ever did, however. And Colin began to worry that he was at fault for it. That Penelope had spent so long waiting for him that she simply refused to allow herself to be carried away by anyone else.

But he pushed that worry away.

Perhaps he’d imagined it- the way she looked at him. He’d known her since before she was even of age and he’d never seen anything different in her. Perhaps that was just how Penelope was to everyone.

(It wasn’t, and deep inside he knew that.)

“I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve

Takes one to know one

You’re a cowboy like me” - Cowboy Like Me, Taylor Swift

She had no idea. Penelope had no idea that she could have possibly ever had something in common with Colin.

Colin. Colin. The one who was popular, and gorgeous, and had a way of easing everyone around him. The one who was very much the complete opposite of her.

Except that he wasn’t. Because he was a writer, just like she was. And he had his secrets, and his insecurities, just like she did.

She almost told him. Truly and really considered it as she sat across him in the drawing room of Number Five. She saw how his eyes lit up when she spoke of his writing- saw the secret passion in his work that he tried to hide. It was the same passion she felt, something of herself that she recognized in Colin of all people. It was absurd to see someone else understand what she felt. Absurd and shocking and thrilling.

So, she almost told him, almost let herself join them together in their secrets.

Almost.

Something stopped her. Whether it was the decade-long practice of hiding or a fear of rejection, she didn’t know. All she knew was that she and Colin were more in the same than she could have ever realized, and he had no idea.

“I might get to too much talking

I might have to tell you something

Damn, I like me better when I'm with you” - I Like Me Better, Lauv

He didn’t know when it had happened. Exactly what change in him (or her) had led to it. But there just came a point when Colin realized that Penelope was the one who he wanted in life- the one who he wanted by his side.

Maybe it was that very first night at his mother’s party- right when half of her pastry cream splattered onto the floor. Maybe it was when he caught her reading his journals and then she lectured him on the privilege in his life. Maybe it was when she had asked him to kiss her- and he realized that he never wanted to taste anyone else’s lips ever again.

Colin didn’t know when, or what, or how. But he knew that he never wanted to stop talking to her. That he never felt more like himself than when he was with Penelope. That he had never felt the need to mask himself from her, and that she accepted him as he was each time.

He liked Penelope. Cared for her in a way he’d never cared for anyone before. And he liked himself when he was with her, even the parts that were whinging and temperamental and insecure.

And he finally knew what he needed in his life. Who he needed.

He needed Penelope.

“My reputation’s never been worse, so

You must like me for me” - Delicate, Taylor Swift

Are you going to marry me or not?

The words were still running in her mind well into the night. The same question, over and over and over again.

The morning had been ludicrous.

Colin had followed her into the church.

Colin had found out that she was Lady Whistledown.

Colin had been furious with her.

Colin had kissed her in the carriage.

Penelope had kissed him back.

Colin had asked her to marry him (in a matter of words).

Penelope had said yes (in a matter of words).

Colin and Penelope had gotten engaged to be married.

And to be quite honest, she didn’t know what exactly had changed. She had no idea why or when he had become so adamant about being with her. He had followed her, and in that had found out her great big secret- the one that was both the very best and the very worst of her.

He hadn’t been happy about it, she knew that, but something had switched in him.

And even though he didn’t like her secret, he still liked her, still cherished her in the way that she’d always yearned for.

So, she said yes.

“Please, don't look at me with those eyes

Please, don't hint that you’re capable of lies” - First Date, Blink-182

It hurt. It hurt Colin so very much.

At some point, Penelope had become Colin’s world. And at the same time, she’d been given the power to break him in a way that no one else could.

If finding out that Penelope held secrets the first time was a betrayal, then finding out that she held secrets from him after they’d become betrothed was like a stab to the heart.

She hadn’t meant for it to happen at their engagement ball, of course not. But it still had. And she hadn’t warned him, hadn’t discussed it with him.

He wasn’t sure what he was the angriest about- her hidden truths, her carelessness, her stubbornness to be right, damn it all.

The way she didn’t trust him as much as he seemed to trust her.

He was furious. And hurt. And deceived.

And yet-

“I, I loved you in spite of

Deep fears that the world would divide us” - Dancing with Our Hands Tied, Taylor Swift

He loved her. He loved her for all of her faults and all of her virtues. He loved her even despite how much he couldn’t stand her at that present moment.

He was scared to death for what could happen to her- what would happen to her. He realized that Penelope- that love was more important than the rest of it all. Than the rest of the world.

And he didn’t hesitate to tell her- not even for a moment.

Penelope loved him in return. She’d loved him for years- or so she thought. She didn’t know what had truly been love and what had been infatuation- a dream about the man she’d built up in her head. But it was certainly real love now.

The man in front of her was not perfect, was not without his gripes and flaws. And that was somehow better than perfect.

Because he was real. Because he loved her just as much as she loved him.

Because it was them. Together. Standing side-by-side against the world.

“When I was down

I was your clown

“Right from the start

I gave you my heart” - Don’t Go Breaking My Heart, Elton John & Kiki Dee

Thirty seconds it had taken for Colin Bridgerton to take Penelope Featherington’s heart.

Five years it had taken for Colin Bridgerton to break Penelope Featherington’s heart.

A handful of days it had taken for Colin Bridgerton to give Penelope Featherington his heart.

And twelve years it had taken for Colin Bridgerton and Penelope Featherington to truly see the other for who they were.

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Bonus rap song section!! (Explicit)

“Go, go, go, go, go, go

Go Shorty, it’s your birthday” - In da Club , 50 Cent

Colin paced across the length of his drawing room, absentmindedly flicking his fingers as he did so.

She was meant to be down here.

He needed her down here.

Right at that very instant.

He simply couldn’t wait any longer.

Penelope needed to sweep down those steps wearing some gorgeous little number, race into the room, and-

“Colin, stop doing that. It’s incredibly irritating.”

He didn’t stop, but he did turn his head to send a scowl to his sister. “Pardon me, but I’m quite sure that you were meant to get her out of the house by four o’clock.” And with a pointed look to the clock, he added, “And it’s already a quarter past.”

Eloise crossed her arms as her eyes narrowed. “I’m sorry, but I can’t fathom how it has somehow become my fault that she’s late. Weren’t you meant to make sure that she’d be ready by now?”

At this, Colin didn’t meet her eye, instead sending a quick not-so-guilty glance to the sofa. He certainly had meant to make sure that she was dressed and proper in time for Eloise’s arrival, but he’d gotten… Side-tracked.

It wasn’t his fault that she’d decided to wear his favorite shade of pink that afternoon. He was just a man, and how could any man not charge her, grab her by the shoulders, and-

“Oh, ew!” Eloise exclaimed, jumping from her seat on the sofa. It seemed that she hadn’t missed Colin’s glance. “Honestly, one would think that you’re still newlyweds.”

Colin finally did stop his pacing to send his sister a half-smile that was far more cheeky and apologetic. With a small shrug, he leaned against the wall.

“Well, you know, sister, we-”

“We what?” Penelope interrupted as she strode into the room, sending him a teasingly accusing face. But before he could even consider answering, she went straight to Eloise and gave her a hug. “I’m so sorry I’m late, Maria insisted on this intricate hairstyle.” She motioned to the chignon sitting atop her head, which Colin thought was rather lovely on her.

“And you were tied up before then?” Eloise asked innocently, barely batting an eye when Penelope suddenly flushed.

There was a pause of silence, but Colin (who had been appreciating the sight of his wife from across the room), rushed towards them. “Alright, I think you’re late enough as is. Don’t want to make the Modiste angry, do we?”

Penelope frowned as she turned to him, her eyebrows furrowing in that magnificent way they always did. “I really think it will be-”

But he had already taken her by the arm and begun dragging her into the hallway, Eloise following closely in tow. “Darling, go, go, go, go, go, go. You mustn't be late.”

Her mouth hung open as he strode her towards the front door, helping her with the coat Dunwoody had handed him.

“Colin, what are you-”

“Go, Darling. It’s your birthday. Go have fun.”

And as if by magic, Penelope and Eloise were standing outside on the steps and Colin was shutting the door.

Penelope blinked several times, staring at the knocker on the door before she turned to her best friend. “What in the world was that about?”

Eloise snorted, tucking an arm through hers. “I do believe that when we get back later today, we might party like it’s your birthday.”

“I’m hooked and I can’t stop staring

Oh baby, I wanna get wit’cha” - Baby’s Got Back , Sir Mix-a-Lot

Penelope let out a sigh as her eyes trailed the ballroom of Bridgerton House, resting upon the back of her husband. And then her eyes trailed downwards, and she let out another sigh as her eyes traveled downwards, downwards, downwards…

“Penelope?”

He looked good.

Too good.

“Penelope? ”

So very, very goo-

A pair of fingers snapped a few inches from her face. “Penelope!”

She blinked, her head jerking to face Kate. “Oh, I’m sorry. What were we talking about?”

Kate and Sophie shared a glance before turning back to her, both looking equally suspicious. “We were discussing whether or not Lucy’s pregnant again,” Sophie answered after a moment, peeking at Penelope as she took a slow sip of champagne.

“Oh,” Penelope said, her eyes somehow again landing on her husband. “She is.”

“And what makes you so sure?” Kate asked. Or perhaps it was Sophie. Er- quite honestly, Penelope’s focus was far too drawn away to discern the difference.

“Oh, I just…” She swallowed, not taking any notice of the fact that her voice had trailed off.

One of her sisters-in-law giggled. “She can’t stop staring.”

“Hmm?” Penelope finally tore her gaze away to look at them, eyes widened in absolute innocence.

Kate bit back a smirk as she lifted her glass. “I do believe Colin’s old bedroom has been kept.”

Penelope didn’t even have the decency to blush as she nodded, sparing just a rather feeble wave as she navigated through the room, eyes glued to Colin’s form.

Although he was mid-way through a conversion with his brother-in-law, Geoffrey, Colin’s arm slithered around his wife’s waist the very moment her fingertips reached him. And when he glanced down, he recognized a very… Strange look in her eyes.

It seemed Geoffrey too had noticed, for he mumbled, “I think Felicity’s looking for me…” before disappearing into the crowd.

Colin grinned as he leaned down to give Penelope’s lips better access to his ear.

“I want to be with you,” she whispered, her hot breath leaving shivers down his back.

His eyebrow quirked upwards as he looked down at her. “Now?”

She grinned and nodded. “Now.”

“Wet-ass pussy

Make that pull-out game weak, woo (ah)” - WAP, Cardi B & Megan Thee Stallion

There was screaming.

And growling.

And purring.

And scratching.

“Oh, my God!”

“Colin!”

“Penelope!”

She looked down at him, eyes wide and almost… frightened. “What happened?” There was water all over the floor, buckets knocked down, drops of blood…

And one very wet pussy cat hissing in her husband’s direction.

“Our dear ass-” ("Colin!” ) “Benjamin got it into his head to jump into my bath,” he muttered, grabbing a nearby robe. “And I think you can conclude how that ended.”

Penelope cringed, gingerly stepping over a puddle to soothe the cat. “And your valet?”

Colin glared at her as he tugged at the belt of his robe. “Had some difficulty pulling the cat out and had to go get some bandages.”

Benjamin purred as Penelope scratched behind his ear, doing her best not to laugh. “I hope you at least got to finish your washing.”

She could feel Colin’s glower in the quiet, the only sounds coming from their reasonably calmed (but still rather wet) pussy cat.

“Next time, I want a dog instead.”

#polin #bridgerton fic #my fic #polinweek #polinweek2021 #this is definitely a new style for me #hope the balance of songs vs fic is good #i actually really like it for some reason #and i will be posting a bonus comical part later today inspired by yesterday's selfie #but first i must attend an interview #have a good polin day guys!!!#also please let me know if you liked this #polin week's bringing out a lot of different styles and I've love to know what people like #also shout out to mr perfectly fine for being the literal inspiration for this fic

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2. Demon Child (Pt. I) - Remus Lupin

Pairing : Remus Lupin x Reader

Genre : Angst, teeny weeny fluff.

Warnings : Abusive home conditions, mentions of death, graphic descriptions of death.

Word Count : 4,581

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Seven months. Seven months I'd spent with him, and had fallen in love with him, rather unfortunately, might I add. Because even though I knew I loved him ever since the kiss, it was an even more surreal feeling, knowing that finally, finally I was in love. Finally I had become capable to feel humane emotions in appropriate proportions after a long, numb seven years.

But then she came back. Crystal Hollander came back, and ruined everything that was good in my life, just like she had in my sixth year.

.....

The Death Eater attack was unexpected and out of the blue; therefore the deaths and injuries were in such great proportions.

Sadly, painfully, torturously, Cynthia had also perished in the attack, simply due to Crystal being her usual dumb self. The girl, in all her blonde hair and knife-like nailed glory, had been thick enough to not keep her eyes on the Death Eater she and three other witches were duelling, Cynthia included.

The Death Eater took advantage of the split-second distraction, obviously, and so Cynthia jumped in front of Crystal, shielding the latter, and getting hit by the curse instead. It hadn't been the Killing Curse, however; the Death Eater had used a curse that melted your insides.

And I, along with all the other horrified spectators, could do nothing but watch as my friend screamed and cried and groaned, all noises of pure and utter agony. Her body was disintegrating in such a grotesque fashion, you wouldn't be able to fathom what I saw unless you saw it too.

Finally, her body fully vanished, no trace of her left, and the Death Eater who had attacked her let out a laugh. Unmasking himself, I saw a face I certainly wouldn't have expected to see in a million years. Cynthia's father, Magnus Fawley, the man who was supposed to be dead.

And as the moments passed, I continued staring at the hysteric man, my blood boiling, my eyes seeing red. Before I, or anyone, for that matter, could do anything, the Death Eaters had all apparated away.

Cynthia hadn't been built a memoir like all the other deceased witches and wizards, even with eyewitnesses. The ministry simply wasn't ready to believe that Cynthia was innocent and hadn't let her father and company into Hogwarts, that she was the victim.

There hasn't been a grave made for her either; what would they even bury? Every fiber of my friend's being had been cursed out of existence, and the Ministry couldn't even give her a memoir. I had been furious, livid, to say the least, and was ready to kill.

My mood had again shifted to that ferocious animal that didn't let anyone close, didn't break down her walls for anyone; the type of person that people would want to keep away from. My entire seventh year had been spent fighting for my friend's grave; I hadn't even cared if I didn't pass my N.E.W.T.s, I just wanted a memoir for my friend, justice for her, proof, that Cynthia Rosamond Fawley, a pure blood Slytherin, was innocent, that she wasn't involved in the Death Eater attack. Of course, except the eyewitnesses, no one was ready to believe me. Even some of the eyewitnesses had turned away, not wanting to be declared as 'crazy' in the Daily Prophet, as I had been.

However, by the end of 1978, I had realized that there was no way in heaven or hell that these dumb wizards and witches would be accepting of my friend's innocence. That didn't mean that I stopped fighting, I did, just a lot more quietly.

On a pleasant day of March of 1979, I'd been sitting in this coffee shop near the end of Diagon Alley, researching a book called "Lethal Jinxes and Curses - 101 Ways to Get Away with Murder Without Using an Unforgivable".

Me reading the book could be suspicious to some, as the aura I radiated suited the book's genre and title; I, however, had no lethal intentions, I just wanted to research what the inside-melting curse was called. I obviously recognised the curse because I'd read about it somewhere, I'd just forgotten it's name. Hence the book.

I was more than a bit startled, then, when somebody chose to sit in the seat opposite me, in the most secluded corner of the little cafe. Not looking up, I droned, "Whichever painfully idiotic moron has decided to sit opposite me, please leave." The person made no move. "Now."

"Why do you want me to leave?" questioned a mildly familiar voice. Finally removing my eyes off of the text, I was shocked to see a lanky, sand-haired, scar-faced, secret-keeping Gryffindor before me - Remus Lupin.

Raising an eyebrow, I leaned back in my chair, staring right into the boy's green-blue eyes. He kept my gaze for a long period of time, before ultimately adressing the elephant in the room, my gaze still unwavering. "Why are you here, Gryffindor?"

He immediately responded. "Does there have to be a reason? I just wanted to sit here."

"Here? In front of the crazy Slytherin who's dumbly defending her guilty pureblood friend? You shouldn't. After all, you and the... Marauders have quite a reputation to uphold, don't you think? Gryffindor's Golden students?" I asked, in a heavily mocking tone.

He didn't seem fazed. "We don't think you're dumb."

I had almost responded in a biting retort, when I realized what the man said. "'We'? Who's 'we'?"

He slipped up. It was clear in his expression. "The Marauders," he said, so smoothly I would almost have been convinced. Almost. "Don't lie to me, Gryffindor."

"Why do yo-?"

"Look Gryffindor, when you've gone through the amount of lying that I've done, you can catch a liar from a mile away. Also, you're a pretty bad liar, in comparison to your other buddies." I jumped my eyebrows.

The man opened his mouth to speak several times, closing it always, striking resemblance to a fish. He looked down at his lap, finally breaking the gaze. My eyes, however, were still set on him.

"By 'we', I meant the Order of the Phoenix," he said the last part quietly.

"Order of the Phoenix? What's that?" I asked, leaning forward and resting my palms on the table, actually interested.

"It's... The reason I'm here," he said, looking up. "Your friend... Cynthia, right?"

"Right."

"A couple of my friends were present there, they're eyewitnesses. They saw whatever... And well, I'm sorry for your lo-"

"Don't apologise, Lupin, just get on with what you have to say. I don't have the whole day, you know," I said, exasperated and curious.

"The Order was impressed by your determination to prove Cynthia innocent and get a memoir built for her, even when the Ministry has declared you 'deranged'. Even your duelling skills are pretty good... And with all the reading you do," he motioned to the book with his eyes, "I- the Order thinks that you'd make a good member."

"Hm. And what exactly does the Order do?" I had to say, I would certainly appreciate if I was accepted in this Order thing. Just... I needed to know what work they did.

"We're a secret rebellion against Voldemort. We-"

"No."

Lupin looked surprised. "Pardon?"

"I said no, Gryffindor," my tone was sharp and cutting.

"OK, at least think about your decis-"

"No, Gryffindor. Thank you," and with that, I got up and stormed out. I couldn't possibly agree to that. Those people would only end up getting hurt.

•••••

My dream, or rather, nightmare, hadn't been a pleasant one.

I was standing on... Something, I couldn't make out what. Why? Because even though I was able to see my body, my hands clearly, my surroundings were so very dark. The inky blackness extended to as far as my eyes would go, and it was scary.

Wanting answers, I treaded forward with caution, my hands held out in front of me so as to be able to make out if there were walls surrounding me. I walked left for about a minute, no walls. Right for the same time period, nothing there as well. I went as far as I possibly could without beginning to hyperventilate.

Somehow, I had managed to slip, and was now falling at a great speed. My arms and legs were extended out above me, my torso falling as if it carried weight. I tried moving, flailing my arms or something, but it was as if I was paralyzed.

Finally, after a terrifyingly long period of falling into an abyss of ebony, my body landed. In... a dining hall, it seemed like? The place had an ominous vibe to it, a sinister vibe. I instantly knew there was danger lurking here; the aura the place radiated was enough to tell me that. There was a long dining table in the centre of the room, chairs lining both it's sides, with one chair at the head of the table.

Just as I was about to take a step forward to investigate, I heard a whisper-y voice, one that gave me goosebumps. Being it soft, the voice was still blood-curdling; I knew the owner of the voice wasn't one to be messed with.

"Welcome, brother," the voice said. And suddenly, my mind went blank. I think my mouth was open, and I was speaking, but I couldn't make out what I was saying. It was as if I had retarded to a subconscious state, while my body was being controlled by another.

Just as I heard a booming laugh, my eyes snapped open, and I found my vision focusing on the ceiling of my room.

•••••

Over the past couple weeks, I had been constantly having such nightmares, and I was losing sleep. My body was restless at night, and throughout the day my mind was occupied with thoughts of the voice, and how after a greeting to 'brother', my mind routinely blacked out, until the very last moment.

My boss had already threatened to fire me, and I certainly wasn't keen on losing my job; I had an apartment to pay for. My anxiety levels had increased by an unhealthy amount, and that was the precise reason I was currently waiting to speak with the receptionist of St. Mungo's.

I had been waiting in the line for about 10 minutes, and I was, as recent usuality, was contemplating my dreams. That voice, it had seemed recognisable, like I'd heard it before, but I just couldn't remember where; the name was always on my tongue, but due to some reason or the other, I was always interrupted.

The most recent time was when-

BANG!

An explosion rang out throughout the hospital's first floor, the floor directly above us. A large chunk of the floor fell down, crushing a couple people underneath, as dust and gravel rose up, making me and other witches and wizards cough. I snatched out my wand from its holster, ready to take on any threats that approached.

I had been right in doing so, because not a moment later a hoard of Death Eaters stormed the hospital; the patients all ran around screaming and shielding their children, apparating away, while the healers and nurses scampered around summoning aurors and trying to control the mess. A group of Death Eaters attacked the group of people I was standing with, so without a second thought, I threw a spell at them. And then it began, a duel, a series of harmful and offensive spells, beams and flashes of light, and a lot of swearing and cursing on my part.

After, what I assume were, a couple minutes, aurors and Ministry officials flooded the place, and the Death Eaters were getting overpowered. However, I soon spotted a familiar face; a couple of them, actually. Remus Lupin and James Potter, duelling against Magnus Fawley and Rabastan LeStrange.

LeStrange soon caught my eye, and nudged his partner-in-crime. As the Death Eaters' attention shifted to me, so did the Gryffindors'. The Vipers approached me, and before they even got a chance of coming close, I fired. Now, look, I had no doubt that the Gryffindors weren't good duellers, they were pretty good; it was just the Death Eaters I was worried about, the spells they knew. Because even if they were good, the Gryffindors had no idea of what appalling spells the Dark Lord taught his followers.

The three of us Slytherins were now caught in a frenzy of curses and jinxes, the Gryffindors had been caught up in fighting a few other mask-bearers, a couple of their companions had joined in as well.

"You know that I won't hesitate to kill you, right?" Magnus jeered at me, our wands still moving.

"Oh, I have no doubt. After all, you killed your own daughter, Magnus Fawley, you absolute bastard," I retorted, more than a little out of breath.

He scowled. "It was for the Greater Good, child! It is all for the Greater Good!" he exclaimed. "Join our ranks, and you will get all that you deserve, but don't have! Your power will be put to correct use!"

I stayed silent for a couple moments, actually considering the idea. LeStrange and Fawley looked hopeful. "Not in a million years, you bloody-" I then proceeded to put to use my extremely colorful vocabulary.

He sneered, and the intensity of his spells increased.

I was running out of energy, and I may even have escaped, for there were other people coming forth to involve themselves in the vicious duel, but a spell hit me on the back of my head, and my senses went blank.

•••••

I hated Voldemort. That noseless git was incredibly infuriating, but also extremely powerful; his aura exuded power. I hated being held hostage in the Malfoy Manor, and have various Death Eaters mock me.

But the true shock came when Voldemort himself came to visit me in my cell, and he said two words that I would've never imagined would be said by him. "Welcome, brother, " the Dark Lord greeted in his raspy, breathy voice, and I screamed. Screamed because I was experiencing unbearable pain in my head and chest; I writhed and thrashed in hopes to escape the binds of the chains that held me in the cell.

Some time later, I don't know how much later, as I'd been busy screaming my insides out, the pain finally stopped. Looking up, I met eyes with the Dark Lord himself. He looked down at me.

"hm. Are you aware of the fact, that a spirit lies within you?" Way to be straightforward.

"Like... Ghosts? "I was honestly baffled.

"No, an ancient form of magic, which I'm positive you aren't familiar with. This particular form of magic is especially difficult to carry out; after all, transferring a dead spirit to a living human's body is an exceptional instance."

"So... Ghosts, basically."

"No! Foolish child... It is my brother, my deceased brother, who has taken home within your body. That is the precise reason you have been experiencing...nightmares, over the past few weeks. I prefer to call them visions-"

"I don't care what you prefer. And... Did you even have a brother, Tom? "

His eyes grew a startling scarlet, expression still stoic. "Do not call me that. And yes, I did have a brother. One who was killed by Dumbledore at an early age... Of 16. Dumbledore was afraid of what would happen if me and my brother succeeded in doing what we planned to, so he killed him... "

I was so not ready for that.

I had honestly forgotten the number of times Voldemort had come to my cell to talk to his brother, and how many times I had wanted to die instead of bear that pain. I was sure that I was already on the verge of insanity; the affliction was so bad, I couldn't even utter a single word.

I so desperately wanted to tell someone about what was happening; if Voldemort found some way to resurrect his brother, the wizarding war would be already lost. One Voldemort was enough, we didn't need two.

The free time also gave me a lot of pondering to do; I now understood my father's nickname for me, I knew that I needed to join The Order. If not that, I had to at least talk to Dumbledore, or even Lupin. This... Soul(?) that was in me, and the pain it gave me, I felt like I was in a muggle horror movie; I was as good as possessed by a demonic spirit.

And as if the pain Voldemort's conversation with his brother gave me wasn't bad enough, there were his psycho Death Eaters, who were hell bent on making me pay for all the humiliation some of them had to suffer because of me. What can I say, I was pretty savage.

Then there was Bellatrix, who was another case altogether; she seemed attracted to me. And maybe, maybe, I was overthinking, but the sexual tension between the both of us was palpable, it could literally be cut with a knife. She came close to my face often, licked her lips, seductively, and had ran her eyes over my body Merlin knows how many times. And I'd have to be lying to say that I didn't find her at least a bit attractive as well. However insane and cruel and psychotic might she be, I couldn't possibly say that she wasn't easy on the eyes.

All in all, only Salazar could help me out of this situation.

•••••

I had been asleep in an excruciatingly uncomfortable position on the floor of the cell, when I woke up to violent noises and shouts of people. I was certain that the voices were coming from the floor above me. I had only begun to actually process the situation in my half-asleep form when a hiss of "Greetings, brother," rang out in my ears, triggering the immense agony and torment that I so hated. I didn't really recall when I started sobbing, or when the headache actually went away, because now there was pain throughout my entire body. It was probably the Cruciatus curse; that wasn't the surprising thing though. It was the fact that this pain was just as bad as the headache, and considering all the other torture sessions that I'd previously had, this wasn't Lucy, or even Fawley. This was Bellatrix.

Well, I guess she wasn't that attracted to me after all.

I could fairly hear a deranged-sounding laughter; that was Bellatrix. After a couple seconds, I also made out a shrill scream; that was Bellatrix as well.

The same time as she screamed, my agony stopped as well. I could honestly kiss whoever hurt that bitc- sorry, malicious... she-git.

However, my pain hadn't really... Reduced, like it did after Voldemort's conversations ended; after he was done, there was only this sharp throbbing behind my right ear, I had gotten used to it. This aching, this soreness that I felt was the tormenting aftereffect of an even more tormenting torture session that I had just encountered. I was still gasping for breath, and even that caused me so much pain, I let out a few shouts in between.

I was aware of the fact that the Cruciatus curse didn't have aftereffects this bad, even Bella's didn't. This pain I felt was because unlike normal, two people were feeling it; not only my conscious form, even my subconscious mind was also feeling the pain. I was feeling the pain, and so was Voldemort's brother.

I could see a few people above me... a couple of redheads, a black-haired person, and a sandy-haired one. The Gryffindor and his friends. They cast a couple spells on me, and my pain reduced by a considerable amount. I was able to breathe properly, at least. Thank Merlin.

My eyes closed, I managed to let out a breathy word. "Dumbledore."

"Dumble-? Why would you-? Di- did something happen?" I couldn't really make out who it was; my ears were still ringing.

"It's not what happened, Gryffindor," I let out a breath and opened my eyes. "It's what will happen if you don't take me to him."

"My wand," I said, as we walked through the homely-looking corridor of The Order's headquarters. I stopped, turning to Lupin, who had his hand around me in an awkward attempt to help me walk. And it did help me walk, it was just that the situation was slightly awkward; we were as good as enemies at Hogwarts.

He looked back at me, before glancing to his redhead friend, Fabian, I think. I wasn't sure though, even when he pulled out my wand from his coat pocket. His twin and him looked too similar for me to Ba able to differentiate.

"Thank you," I said, taking my wand back; I felt slightly better and in control as soon as it came in my grip.

About a minute later, we were at a mahogany door, on which one of the twins knocked. "Come in," said a muffled voice from inside. When the door was opened, I came across a sight which was - I had to admit - slightly intimidating. Around a long table, seated were many familiar people. Moody, McKinnon, the Longbottoms, Potter and Evans, Pettigrew, Shacklebolt, and a few of the Hogwarts professors, Dumbledore among them, sat at the head of the table. I raised an eyebrow, as all eyes turned to us.

Most of the eyes held suspicion; I was a Slytherin, after all.

"Yes?" Dumbledore asked in his ever-so-gentle voice.

"Profe-" Black began, but I cut him off.

"I need to talk to you, Professor."

"Well, you can do it here as well, miss," he said, motioning around to the group of people. "I trust each of them with my life."

"I would appreciate it if it was only between both of us, professor. You trust them, I don't." I ran my eyes over the table, landing them back at Dumbledore.

"Well then, follow me."

•••••

After the conversation with Dumbledore, I had been kept in a room in the Order's headquarters, so that I could heal. Each day, I got food, clothes, and was nursed back to health.

I was grateful, but that didn't stop me from escaping the cottage. I felt so out of place, and if i added the looks I got on top of that, well, Merlin save me. My guilt complex had come into unwanted use; I had no reason to feel guilty, but yet I did. So, unlike I should have, I escaped the order's HQ while the members were in missions, and Molly was busy taking care of Bill. But not without a 'thank you' note though.

•••••

I had been sitting in my spot in the coffee shop, reading "Potions and Poisons: Revised Edition" when a familiar face took the seat opposite me.

"What is it, Gryffindor?"

"How do you know it's me?" I could practically hear the raised brow in his voice.

"Because all the other people in this cafe are scared of me," I said, my tone indifferent.

"And... That doesn't bother you?"

"When I was eleven, it did. Now I'm comfortable with it."

"What...?"

I finally looked up, coming face-to-face with a befuddled Lupin. "People have always stayed away from me. I don't even remember how much I've cried because of that. But now it's my safe place, being alone," I shrugged. Lupin looked troubled. "Look Gryffindor, you think it's strange because you were never really lonely. I always was, so it's comfortable for me. I don't really know how to stay in parties or stuff. It's human nature; getting used to how you live."

"But... You did have a friend."

"Who's dead now, courtesy of her father," I said nonchalantly. "Anyways, Gryffindor, what's you here for?"

"I- uh, nothing, really... I guess... I wanted to talk to you...?" he looked nervous. I studies his face for a moment more, and then chuckled. He looked surprised. "What's funny?"

"You, Gryffindor. You didn't know why you came to me? And talking to me was questionable? That's offending."

"I- no! No, no, I wasn't-" I burst out laughing. The poor Gryffindor looked so troubled.

"Relax, Lupin. I was being sarcastic."

•••••

It was now November of 1979, and it was unbelievable how close I had gotten to Lupin. We would often meet in the cafe, or sometimes in the old library in Hogsmeade, or even in the outskirts of the forest of the Shrieking Shack.

And as much as it felt weird and strange and unlike me to say so, I had begun having feelings towards the man. He was polite, sassy, sarcastic, bookish, and so much more. He was so like me, yet so different. And I knew by what Dumbledore had said, we would both end up getting hurt in the end, if something ever happened. I often got the hint that my feelings were reciprocated, but I felt foolish each time I thought so. This was Remus Lupin we were talking about, Gryffindor prefect, studious pupil, fun and popular student, part of the Marauders, friends with James Potter and Sirius Black. Why would he be attracted to me, a loner, resented by purebloods, Hufflepuffs were scared of me, and Gryffindors loathed me simply because I was a Slytherin. And even if he did, it would never work out, not in a million years. With Voldemort part two's soul in me, I was basically satanically possessed.

So when I got the news that the Gryffindor and his friends had been maimed while on a mission, as the headlines screamed, I was worried out of my mind. I had literally apparated to St. Mungo's while I was on the five minute break of my muggle job.

"Um, where is the Gryff- sorry, uh, Mr. Remus Lupin's ward? He'll be with Sirius Black and James Potter, probably Lily Evans as well," I blurted to the St. Mungo's receptionist. She looked a bit startled, but helped me out nonetheless. "Room 308."

"Thanks a lot," I said, then rushed up to the third floor. I then took a couple of deep breathes, trying to calm myself down. Once that was done, I proceeded to stride to room no. 308, and as I opened the door, my eye instantly caught the warm light green ones of Lupin. I let out a breath, relief flooding me, as my eyes scanned his body, stood behind Potter, who was talking to Black, who lay on the bed.

"Wh- what are you doin-" I cut him off, however, as I went forward, and without a second thought, cupped my hands around the man's face, and kissed him. He didn't move his lips for the first second, which filled me with dread, but then he melted into the kiss as well, placing his hands on my waist. Separating for breath, I chuckled at the man's expression, then hugged the life out of him. He hugged me back.

Pulling back, I bit my lip. "I like you, Gryffindor, if that wasn't clear until now," I blurted out, a slight smile on my face.

He laughed. "The feelings are mutual," he said, blushing. I looked around the room, chuckling as well. When my eyes met the surprises faces of Evans, Black, and Potter, I just shrugged. "What?"

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Lonely (VI)

T.W - talk of self harm, talk of suicide

3 weeks later 7 days until the full moon Remus

The feeling of my shoulder blades cutting into my ribs, just added to the feeling of the dulcet ache that seemed to consume me.

3 weeks. 3 fucking weeks. Y/n can't stand to be in the same room as me. Let alone my D.A.D.A partner, but she somehow tolerates it.

Fully cooperating with the work we have to do, like a royal servant. Matching purple under eye bags adorned both of our faces, but somehow made her more eternal.

Over the weeks she had slowly stopped coming to the meals at the great hall, and the effects were starting to show. Her cheek bones were becoming more prominent on her face, and her usually rosy color, long faded away.

The usual radiant y/c/e's faded away to leave a monotone grey. She seemed so fragile, like a Porcelain doll, if only I had treated her that way.

So fuckin' stupid Remus.

A note hit my forehead and landed in front of me.

Keep staring at her like that she'll end up with two holes In the side of her head.

S.B

Recognizing the messy handwriting, before even finishing the note, I immediately knew who it was.

The feeling of tears pricked the sides of the eyes, but I ran out of tears to cry long ago. Instead the feeling of a dulcet ache in the chest replaced the physical show of emotions.

6 days until the full moon Y/n

My shitty diet consisted of Tea, cigarettes, and what ever my friends brought me back to the dorm. Of course I tell them that I'm not their responsibility, but they still bring me the occasional muffin or biscuit.

James brought me entire meals, of which I could barely consume the entire thing.

You have to do it you have to tell him.

No. No I couldn't. I can't risk losing someone else. He would hate me if I ever told him. Send me to the ministry, report me to Dumbledore, hell I'd get kicked out of Hogwarts.

I still maintain physical hygiene and grades. The two most important things. Can't smell and can't fail.

The ache in my chest was never there, maybe it had to do with the fact that I'm always high enough to fend it off.

First tip, the best way to get over someone, get all the emotions out, get numb, act like it never happened.

Easy, right? No. You can't just act like it never happened, he was all I had, all I'll ever have.

I just wasn't good enough.

I stopped going to parties, instead focused on my studies. One of the best in my class.

'Y/n what's your secret?'

'I don't know, uh drugs? Heartbreak? Both?'

5 days until the full moon Remus

The increasing uncomfortable pressure on my joints was almost enough to distract me from her. Almost.

I just want to run up to her and tell her everything, drag Sirius, and make him confess too. Maybe we'll all be happy together.

The imagine of the three of us happy together and in love. Clouded my head. I thought about it so much it was almost tangible.

Her daily routine trips to Madam Pompfrey had me assuming the worse. I had my fare share of bandaging up Sirius' forearms and upper thighs.

I tried to think, her period maybe? No, she's had hers for years, she would just excuse herself to the toilet.

My mind just defaulted into the worse case possible.

Suicide?

My heart thumped in an uneven painful rhythm. Swallowing a lump in my throat I hadn't even known formed I continued to attempt to let my teacher teach me the material of today's lesson.

Please be ok y/n, please, I love you to much to lose you, even though I've already have

4 days until the full moon

Tell him, tell him, he'll help you. The pain is too much, please it hurts.

I took a deep breath calming the clamoring thoughts in my head. A very dangerous place to be at this time of the month.

James was sitting next to me on my bed, the way he usually does, reading something. I noticed the title of his cover.

Lycanthropy: Everything you need to know and why their still human

"Didn't know we were learning about Lycan's in D.A.D.A." I murmured, focusing back on my own book.

"We're not, personal purpose." James answered back.

"What's your opinion on them?" I asked getting more nervous for James' answer.

Tell him, tell him, he'll help you. James loves you, he'll help you.

"There people, humans, witch or wizard, just with a condition. Doesn't make them dangerous, just misunderstood." James answered, "why do you ask?"

My eyes went wide, my pulse sky rocketing, the sudden awareness of the blood rushing through my veins.

"N-no reason." I desperately hid behind the small potions handbook from the library.

"Y/n/n?"

"Hmm? Very interesting potion here yes-"

"Wolves bane potion? How ironic, oh and your little wolves bane garden?"

My face paled, all of the blood rushing from my head into my toes.

Oh why can't I just sink to the bed and disappear?

"Very lovely flowers yes?"

"Do you, have, anything you want to tell me?" James asked causally not looking away from his book.

Oh what the hell.

"Fine! Fine!" I got up from the bed, tossing my book in the process, "I'm a werewolf!"

James froze in his spot. Before slowly lower his book so his eyes could peek above.

"What?"

"I contracted Lycanthropy ok?"

"Y/n sit down, and tell me everything, ok?" A sweet tone, of compassion and understanding, allowed me to sit and tell him everything.

3 days until the full moon

Remus

Nearing the summed of the month, a deep pit of anxiety took place, along with the increasing pain across my body. Sleep easily overcome me at any point possible, but restlessness at any other time.

Dozens of old scars, reminded me of the painful transformation. I pondered the lonely pain, that radiated through my diaphragm. Even being with one of the loves of my life, the immense feeling of being alone, was over clouding my mind.

Though James had been acting different, skittish, more than usual. He was usually found escorting Y/n.

Again in D.A.D.A, We were granted a study hall period, in the Great hall. Books open, parchments being scratched on, quills moving from their ink pots, and light chatter amongst the tables. The table segment of which I sat was mostly empty, Sirius lightly leaning on my left side. A soft voice came by and stopped right in front of me.

Glancing up for a moment, my eyes glued to the figure in front of me. Y/n. oh shit oh shit, keep it cool Remus, don't scare her away now. Though a few seconds later James adorned her side, as usual.

2 days until the full moon Y/n

The secret was out, at least a little, an invisible weight was lifted off of my chest. Granting less anxiety about the first shift of the school year.

Actively avoiding the conversation, about where I go, or how it happened, I seemed to feel free. I guess I hadn't seemed to notice the weight of the secret I had been keeping.

It had become second nature, to harbor such a deadly illness, no harm shall come to them. I promised myself. Even if it meant lying to them.

It's better to not have them know, than having them risk their lives for something I can handle.

1 day until the full moon Remus

Y/n seemed to be getting healthier with the promotion and consolation of James. Every one needs someone to lean on.

I just wish I had been me. Maybe if I had told her, told her about my illness that seemed to consume me at times. Hell, my best friends and boyfriend knew about me long before we even started dating.

Yet 2 years had gone by and I couldn't bring myself to tell her, I was afraid of losing her. But I still did.

The day of the full moon 3rd person

"Y/n, please come with me, trust me please!" James begged to the girl, that refused any type of help. "You've already taken the wolves bane potion, and you can't hurt me. You know why? Because Lycans don't attack Animagus'"

"You're an Animagus?" Y/n whispered, just above her breath.

"Yes. Now please." James held his hand out to her, in a silent last offer of help. Y/n laced her fingers with James' and he sped off with her close in tow.

James pulled a seemingly blank piece of paper from His hoodie pocket, and let go of her hand.

"James, what are you doing?" Y/n asked in a hush tone.

A wild grin played out on James' face, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." The Incantation, followed through the tip of James' wand and caused ink to spread around the parchment. Names moved across through what looked like halls.

"What is that?"

"Marauders map, shows what every one is doing, every minute of everyday, see, there Dumbledore, in his office. I was just making sure the rest of the marauders were on their way and was no one coming."

"Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs?"

"Yea you'll see, come on now." James snatched Y/n's wrist and ran, taking her out of the castle and towards the shrieking shack.

"James the willow! Be careful!"

He continued to tug the girl behind him.

"James!"

"Hurry, there almost there." Reaching the edge of the field where the whomping willow resided, James stuffed the map back into his pocket.

"James? What the hell, where were you?" The rest of the marauders came out from behind a group of trees, "and what the fuck is she doing here?" Sirius snapped

"Can I tell them, Y/n?" James asked.

"I will," y/n replied in a hushed tone.

"Tell us what! You're dating?" Sirius scoffed.

"No, I-I'm a werewolf, a Lycan, a lycanthrope, whatever you want to call it! James said you could help me, last time I went to my usual spot, I fractured both of my legs and laid in the middle of the forbidden forest for 3 days"

Sirius paled out, and looked back to Remus.

"If you want me to go, tell me now, I've taken the Wolves bane potion, it's only a couple hours hike into the forbidden forest."

Remus felt his heart drop, then a deep ache. How long? I guess she also had no right to tell me, just as I never told her.

"No, Y/n stay, let's go inside." Remus said, sincerity laced into his voice. Her face softened.

"Where?" She asked.

Remus pointed to the willow. Her face paled.

James headed over to Peter to discuss who would stay outside in case anything went south. Sirius looked to Remus.

Remus took a few hesitant steps toward her. Before reaching his hand out offering her safe passage. Instead she swooped in gently under his arm.

Remus' heart swelled, maybe she does still love me after all.

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Ahhhahahahhah

It's finally coming together baiwbsiaiensl

-Kal

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Character Introduction

Full Name: James Fleamont Potter

Name Origin: JAMES ~ English form of the Late Latin name Iacomus, a variant of the Biblical Latin form Iacobus, from the Hebrew name Ya'aqov. Both Potter parents preferred a name they considered ‘classically and simply English’, having had traditional Indian names and more unusual English alternatives themselves; FLEAMONT ~ named after his father who was, in turn, named for the otherwise dying out maiden name of his paternal grandmother; POTTER ~ a common surname in both muggle and wizarding Britain. It is believed the name in the wizarding world can be traced back to Linfred of Stinchcombe who was nicknamed ‘the Potterer’. However, there are also ancestors in the Potter family tree with the surname Matkari, which is Marathi for ‘pot maker’.

Nicknames: Prongs (within the Marauders); Jay (His parents call him this, despite all their talk of not wanting to give him an Indian name)

Age: 18

Birthday: 27th March

Sexuality: Tragically Heterosexual (but an enthusiastic ally to the LGBT community)

Relationship Status: Engaged

Positive Traits: Loyal; Intrepid; Resolute

Negative Traits: Callow; Self-sacrificing; Cocky

Patronus: A stag ~ It is the same as his animagus form, down to the markings.

Boggart: Lily wandless and cornered by Death Eaters

Wand Type: Mahogany and Unicorn tail, pliable

Occupation: Intern, International Magical Office of Law

Affiliation: Order of the Phoenix

Biography:

Fleamont and Euphemia Potter never thought they would have a child. Years of difficulties getting pregnant and multiple miscarriages and by the time they surpassed seventy, they had more or less given up. Even for wizards, children were rarely a possibility that late in life. They focused instead on their already flourishing careers, Fleamont in the potions industry and Euphemia as a defence lawyer. As such, the life James Fleamont Potter was born into and the way he was raised was pampered and spoiled and treated like his parents’ little miracle. Fleamont started to direct his company from home, slowly stepping further away until he sold the business completely. Euphemia kept on working, in her job as a defence lawyer, but was more choosy about the cases she took on. Both parents wanted to be home as much as possible with the child they never thought they would have.

The downside, for James, was a lack of friends his own age. The children of friends of his parents were all grown up. James passed his days pranking his dad and playing make-believe as he explored the land out the back of their house. He might not have had much in the way of friends, but when he came home at the end of the day he had dirty knees and a look of fresh-faced glee as he proudly displayed his new ‘broomstick’ to his parents ⁠— another large stick to add to the growing pile in their garden until on his sixth birthday he was given his own. From then, all games of make-believe were halted and flying was the only thing James wanted to do. It didn’t matter to him that his dad’s hip was too bad to fly with him and so there was nobody to pass a Quaffle around with. James flew and flew and he loved the feeling. He would tell anybody who would listen that he was going to be a top Quidditch player when he was older, just because he wanted to fly.

Hogwarts might have been a scary concept to some, leaving his parents for the first time and going to a place where he only knew the professors but James was just excited for the next adventure and the chance to explore a new place. Armed with his newly inherited Invisibility cloak, James boarded the Hogwarts Express, excited and absent of fear and immediately ran into another first year boy, a meeting that he would later consider history in the making. There wasn’t a friendship like that of James Potter and Sirius Black except, perhaps, the friendship of all four dormmates. The Marauders.

Where Remus kept disappearing to was a mystery James didn’t know how to let go but his reaction to finding out the truth was anticlimactic. A shrug and a well it doesn’t change anything, does it? and that was it for James. Except it wasn’t quite it because nothing ever was. He had grown up watching his mother defend the vulnerable in society and while there were things he was missing, young and naïve as he was, he knew he wanted to do whatever he could to change the world for Remus. Their lives had been opposite ends of the scale so far and James could see no justice in that. He made a vow to himself that as soon as they found a safe way to be there, Remus would spend no more Full Moons alone and that when he was old enough he would do everything he could to make life better for werewolves.

It was the start of a turning point, albeit one that would move slowly and gradually. Pranks were still the forefront of his priorities, followed closely by Quidditch, but he kept looking around and seeing injustice and it bothered him because he had no idea why. The look on Sirius’ face every time they boarded the train to go home for the holidays. Remus in the Hospital Wing after a bad Full Moon. The word Mudblood thrown around like a casual taunt. These were all things James couldn’t stand and he wanted to fix them all. He wanted to fix the sneers some of the Slytherins directed towards his friends for no good reason. (He wanted to fix that Lily ⁠— beautiful, smart Lily ⁠— was friends with one of them and, to James, seemingly oblivious to the way he acted towards others with her parentage.) He wanted to fix the fact that the summer between his third and fourth years was taken over by his mum going to trial against a Death Eater accusing their house-elf of killing someone. It wasn’t the first he had heard of Death Eaters but it was the first he had paid enough attention to the way his parents talked about them and really taken in what they wanted. It was just a passing comment by his dad, a scornful remark against the Dark Arts, but it stuck with James. For a boy who still tended to view the world in black and white, the Dark Arts became something that fell very much in the wrong.

Arrogant, bullying toerag. Words that rang through his mind the night before his Transfiguration OWL. The rest of his classmates were studying but James sat and re-evaluated his whole life. (Not that he particularly needed to study for Transfiguration which was not only his best subject but the one he had spent the best part of three years doing extra studying so as to master the Animagus transformation.) The Dark Arts were wrong and he had wanted to fix those sneers and fix the guilt inside him at all the hurt Remus had suffered from Snape’s discovery of his secret and somehow that had turned into bullying. James rankled at the word and his instinct was to defend himself but the truth was, Lily was right. (Lily was always right. It was part of her charm.) He had gone too far, turned into the one taking action before his victims had done anything.

In one night James’ dreams of playing Quidditch professionally seemed to have disappeared. His parents tried to ask, but James was unable to put into words what had changed. If he hadn’t wanted to, James knew he would never have to work. Family money could comfortably see him through to old age but with that money came privileges, even more than the ones attached to his blood status, as well as the potential for influence. How could he waste that away on pursuing a Quidditch career when there were people he could help? Again, Lily was right ⁠— the arrogance was outstanding. (She really was the cleverest witch ever, possibly even more so than his mum).

The James Potter who went back to Hogwarts for his sixth year was like a new man. The growth spurt over the summer helped to solidify his newfound maturity. Quidditch had to be somewhat of a priority now that he had the captain’s badge on his chest but it was not the all-consuming obsession the school had grown to expect. He was more focused in classes, suddenly switched onto the idea that a natural intelligence might not help his ignorance about a lot of the world, and he started tutoring a few younger students in Transfiguration. There were still pranks and mischief, but they had adopted an air of being their last chance to be teenagers. Similarly, there were still Full Moons and late night excursions, even a Map to help them sneak around, but these too had changed for James. They were still about helping Remus, as they always would be, but he also kept half an eye on the Map for others potentially up to no good, so that he could stop anybody else getting hurt the way more and more muggleborns had been recently. And, when the Head Boy badge came with his seventh year booklist, less people were surprised than would have been a year earlier.

Nobody had really believed he was serious about dropping Quidditch after school until he turned down the scouts and applied for a job in the Ministry of Magic, within the Department of International Magical Law, where he hoped to one day be able to have an influence on laws governing human rights and equality. He was also amongst the first in line to sign up for the Order of the Phoenix. He might still be privileged and sheltered in comparison to his friends but James was desperate to do anything to help keep them safe.

#—i have changed but i’m better now; ( about. )#inferi task001

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mind, heart, and soul (remus lupin x reader)

A/N: yes this is a marauder lupin fic! I love young!remus and professor!remus so expect more of him soon <3 this is an extra fluffy fic I love ‘pinning’ type pics I think they are so sweet. I have a list of prompts I created myself that I drew inspiration from for this fic! I can post them but if you guys want to send in some ideas im more than open to new ideas and feedback!

warning: fluff, flirty sirius, pinning.

word count: 1.4k

*not my gif, credit to owner <3*

Remus never really understood how to talk to girls. Especially you. You were smart, funny, and understood all of Remus’ clever jokes. Not only that but you were best friends with all of his closest friends. Which made it difficult to get alone time with you, when you and Remus were together so were the rest of the marauders. While the other boys said that you had to know about Remus’ crush that didn’t really stop Remus from never telling you out of fear of losing you and your friendship. Sirius jokingly flirted with you just to annoy Remus but hell Sirius even flirted with James sometimes so Remus knew that his flirtatious advances never held any weight but Remus wondered if you understood that, so many girls fell for Sirius’ charming persona.

As you grew older Remus knew that bodies changed but in his experience, his body changed most dramatically, with his furry little problem. You even became an animagus to stay by his side during his changes. You became a beautiful doe, which in his eyes couldn’t have been more of a joke. It was like the universe wanted to show him how much he wanted you human or werewolf. After your fifth year during summer vacation, Remus was determined to tell you how he felt about you nothing was going to stand in his way, and if he lost you as a friend which he really hoped he didn’t then it was just two years at Hogwarts watching you from afar. Okay, it was a lose-lose situation but he couldn’t sit around pinning for you and watch while you got with somebody else completely oblivious to Remus’ feelings.

As he boarded the Hogwarts express Remus tried finding you but to no avail. Where could she be he thought to himself? And sat with the other marauders asking them if they’d seen you. Sirius smirked at him and Remus just knew it wasn’t going to end well, “you haven’t seen her have you moony?” “No, I just said that Sirius. What are you going on about?” “Let's just say I won’t be the only guy you’ll have to fend off of Y/N,” Sirius said and began talking to James about quidditch. Remus was beyond confused then he heard you laugh he knew that laugh from miles away and just as he suspected there you were laughing with a Ravenclaw boy in the trains’ corridor that Remus didn’t know. But what he did know is that the boy was a bit too close to you for Remus’ liking. As you turned around Remus noticed a few.. changes. Your legs looked longer and appeared endless and you looked like you slimmed down a bit, no that wasn’t right its like the weight you had decided to move and fill itself in other… places on your body. You seemed fuller and plumper for lack of a better word and Remus wasn’t to only one who noticed. As you approached the cart where the four boys were sitting James said, “Remus you got some drool on your chin mate,” before laughing as Remus rushed to clean the imaginary drool on his face you finally reached Remus and pulled him into a hug and Remus couldn’t help but feel his mind reel at how close you were to him and how he could really feel how developed you’d gotten. Before Remus could enjoy it any longer Sirius butted in and said “Come here princess I want a hug.” Before winking at Remus over your shoulder as you called him drama queen but pulled him into a hug regardless. All the boys were quiet as they stared at Y/N as she attempted to sit comfortably in the train car. “Okay guys what’s up did I grow a second head and nobody told me?” James was the first to speak, “Well my oblivious Y/N you see you have how you say blossomed over the past two months.” Y/N still looked so confused and Remus didn’t understand that someone as beautiful as yourself didn’t see that other people were starting to make note of it. Sirius draped his arm casually over your shoulders and began telling you how beautiful you looked today, Remus didn’t fail to notice the blush that rose on your cheeks. Which infuriated Remus not because he was angry at you, you could never do anything wrong in his eyes he was angrier at himself at the fact that that he couldn’t speak as open to you as Sirius does.

As the group arrived at Hogwarts the stares didn’t stop especially from the first years who saw you as a brand new shiny toy that added to the magic of a whole new school and a whole new life ahead of them. Remus knew that those guys would never get a chance with you but the way they looked at you didn’t fail to sour his mood. As James, Sirius and Peter walked ahead of Remus he didn’t notice you were beside him until you said, “You've been awfully quiet this evening.” He looked at you, really looked at you, and saw the same beautiful girl he fell in love with years ago whether or not you ‘blossomed’. “Rem?” You said while smiling at him. “Yea I’ve just got a lot to think about.” “I know what you mean with my OWL scores that came my parents are pushing me to figure out what career I want to pursue.” Remus had forgotten that your time together was coming to an end at Hogwarts. After Remus didn’t answer, you changed the subject, “what do you think James’ was going on about on the train? I don’t think I look any different, sure I lost the baby fat and grew a few inches but that’s pretty much it.” You looked up at Remus despite growing a ‘few inches’ you still had to look up at the curly-haired boy. Remus gulped, “well Y/N I’ve actually been meaning to tell you something and it has nothing to do with your changes.” You looked confused but Remus continued before he could change his mind, “you look different. More… developed, to say the least.” Remus couldn’t stop his eyes traveling down to your chest and your face burned red. “Oh.” Was all you said and Remus felt defeated but trudged on, “Yea so what I wanted to say was that I’ve had the biggest crush on you and I won’t bore you with the whole ‘I’ve liked you from the moment I laid eyes on you’ speech because that’s not true. Because that would be infatuation what I feel for you is so much more than that its love, admiration and so many other things that I can’t seem to put into words at the moment. I like you for your brains, your charm, your stubbornness, your strength, and your heart. Your looks come after that because I'm sure no matter what you looked like I still would’ve fallen head over heels for you Y/N Y/L/N.” You stood silent for a moment, trying to register everything Remus just told you before a tear fell down your cheek. Remus knew he’d ruined it. “Its okay Y/N I understand if you don’t feel the same way I just really don't want to lose you as a fr-“ Remus couldn’t finish what he was saying because you had kissed him, you the girl of his dreams, the most beautiful girl at Hogwarts had just kissed the marauder with the furry little problem. Remus felt like he was on cloud 9 he couldn’t stop smiling. As the two of you pulled away he looked at you and saw that you were beaming. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that I’ve had the biggest crush on you for ages rem and last summer boys started to ‘notice’ me more but I could tell they just wanted my body but with you, I don’t need to be perfect and neither do you. Remus Lupin I love you for your mind, heart, and soul. You never need to change a thing about you I'm already obsessed.” Sirius came out into the corridor where the two of you were and yelled, “Come on lovebirds Dumbledore is about to do his speech.” The two of you walked hand in hand into the great hall both of you looking thoroughly ecstatic.

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #marauders au #marauders era

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Today I started thinking about what thecorteztwins’ Alt-Marauders would be like as cats, because that’s a good use of my time. Imagining the fursonas of comic book characters. And I don’t mean characters from the musical, I mean actual house cats. So I typed it up and now you all have to look at it. Breeds are based either on the character’s appearance or their personality (ex. Shinobi is Siamese because they are very vocal and demand attention, Sebastian as Maine Coon because they are big and furry).

Sebastian:

(This one looked sufficiently grumpy)

A mixed breed, but most prominently Maine Coon – he is big and hairy, with a long, thick coat, brown, grey and black tabby. Indoor-outdoor cat. Was born a stray, but spent many years as a factory cat, fed and cared for by employees because he kept the plant free of mice and rats. After the plant closed down, he wandered around, at one point siring Shinobi. His “owner” (not that Sebastian could ever be “owned” by anyone), began leaving out bowls for food for him, and eventually he deigned to venture inside the house. After all, it was warm and dry, free from predators, and had lots of soft places to sleep. Although he was willing to come inside, he was not willing to stay inside – a very independent cat, Sebastian insists on coming and going as he pleases. He roams outside and will sometimes disappear for two or three days at a time, but always returns. Unbeknownst to his owner, he actually has a few different houses that consider him to be “their” cat, as he will show up to eat whatever food they leave out. (Why attach himself to just one house when he gets food from several? It’s only logical). He’s not a very playful, vocal or affectionate cat. He won’t attack at random, but anyone picking him up, or petting him the wrong way will get bitten or clawed. If he is in an extremely mellow, sleepy mood, he may allow his owner to scratch his head and under his chin. He likes to believe that he dominates the house when he’s inside, but that’s actually Haven. At most, Sebastian just smacks down St. John and Shinobi when they get too rowdy. Madelyne will stand up to him, and he leaves Haven and Claudine alone. He has a favorite chair, ornate, expensive, and beautifully upholstered, and will plant himself right in the middle of it when he is inside. He is a ruthless and efficient hunter, although he doesn’t really need to do it. He spends most of his time wandering through the house and neighborhood like a king surveying his territory. Outside he mates with any female cat he runs across, inside Haven won’t let him touch Maddie or Claudine, so he just perches on his chair silently judging everyone.

St. John:

Mixed breed, short-haired orange tabby, scrawny with long legs and big ears. Originally a stray, spent some time “working” as a ship’s cat before eventually being adopted. Boisterous and energetic, an indoor-outdoor cat that needs lots of activity to be content. Shreds curtains, climbs the Christmas tree, knocks things off shelves (accidentally), loudly bounds around the house at 3 AM, jumps up on the TV stand to bat at the screen when someone plays a video game. Most likely to be featured in a viral Youtube video missing a jump or crashing into the wall. Too loud, clumsy and impatient to be a good hunter, but will proudly bring home “trophies” when he actually manages to catch something. He and Shinobi routinely chase each other around the house, play-fight, and sleep curled up together. Sometimes clashes with Sebastian, and the two will have to be separated. Also clashes with neighborhood cats, and will eventually get locked-in at night to avoid that. Not much of a “lap-cat,” and doesn’t care to be picked up, but enjoys being petted, and will voluntarily snuggle up to his owner on the couch. (Don’t touch his belly, though. That is a trap). Will nip and bat at hands, but is mostly play-biting, and will only bring the claws out if he is really frightened. Very friendly and curious, will come right up to strangers, and will follow his owner through the house and poke his nose into whatever they are doing. Even the bathroom is not safe, he’ll hop right into the shower. A very chatty cat, not as demanding as Shinobi, but he’ll meow back whenever a human speaks to him, and purrs like a motorboat. Likes to sleep in patches of sunlight wherever he finds them.

Madelyne:

Mixed breed, a short-haired calico, the smallest of the group. Had a comfortable life with a family, but was callously abandoned during a move. Went through several bad experiences as a stray, which left her skittish and unfriendly. Like Sebastian, the owner had to lure her in from outside with food, and it took even longer in Madelyne’s case – for several weeks she would bolt at the sight of people. Slowly, very slowly, the owner got her to warm up to them, and eventually she began venturing inside the house. It took even longer to for her to concede to being petted without lashing out and running away. However, once she began to feel safe and regain her sense of trust, she proved to be a very affectionate and loving cat. The owner still tries to avoid picking her up (unless absolutely necessary) or startling her, but she will willingly crawl into their lap. She dislikes strangers, and will generally hide whenever anyone else is at the house, but may eventually come out if the new person is there for several days. She especially likes hanging out in card board boxes or underneath tables, where she can watch everything but still feel secure. She also clashed with the other cats when she first arrived, especially St. John and Shinobi, who were too boisterous for her. But she quickly realized that they were not going to hurt her (even faster than she did with the human), and she now regularly plays with them. As her confidence grows, she can be adventurous as St. John, but not nearly as much of a dumbass. She is much more graceful, and manages to run around without crashing into things or knocking things over. She enjoys roaming around the house with Claudine, and cuddling up to Haven, and even manages to get along with Sebastian. She is the only cat besides Haven that can get away with smacking Sebastian around. She is fierce, but also extremely loving. Sometimes at night she will wander around in the dark meowing in a kind of mournful wail, as if she is looking for something that she lost. But if the owner calls her name, she will run back to join them. Although originally indoor-outdoor, she ventures outside much less than she used to, and tends to stay close to the house. She’s found a safe, happy place where she is loved, so why would she want to go anywhere else?

Shinobi:

His mother was a purebred Siamese, and his looks resemble her the most – long, slender and elegant, with cream and brown coloring. Was raised in a rich household, and was given every luxury, but his owners saw their cats as essentially decorations and status symbols, so he wasn’t given much affection. Eventually given up for adoption because his demands for attention became inconvenient. He is the absolute diva of the household, and he is loud. Mostly likely to lay across the owner’s keyboard, book, puzzle, video-game controller, etc. When not given sufficient attention, he will deliberately knock things off tables and shelves, jump up on the TV stand and block the view, meow at the top of his lungs. Constantly underfoot, but wails like a banshee if he gets stepped on. Indoor cat only, he tried going out through the cat door one hot summer day, and immediately fled back inside, for air conditioning, soft cushions to lie on, and his cat-fountain water dish. He doesn’t hunt – why bother when food comes so easily? He only accepts the best in toys, food and treats. Extremely affectionate, he will lay across any available lap, and cuddle up to the owner while sleeping (or lay across their face). He is eager to be petted anywhere, and will only protest if the person doing the petting is too rough or awkward. He rarely bites or claws people, he just meows or runs away if upset, usually pausing to look back at the offending party like, “How could you?” He usually hides from strangers initially, letting St. John be the friendly welcoming committee, but once he sees that it is safe, he will come out and flop down at people’s feet, expecting them to lavish affection on him. Tries to follow St. John around the house at night, but sometimes gets “stuck” in high places or gets lost in the maze of furniture, and will wail until he is rescued. Shamelessly steals food off his owner’s plate. Once nearly drowned getting his head caught in a glass of water. Will never sleep on the floor – only couches, beds, cushions, and his luxury cat bed.

Claudine:

Mixed breed, pure white short-hair. Indoor-outdoor. Was used in unscrupulous medical experiments, but managed to escape out an open window. Much like Madelyne and Sebastian, she had to be lured in with food, and eventually comes to see the owner’s house as a safe place. She doesn’t really lash out the same way Madelyne does, but she doesn’t become very affectionate either. She will endure petting by the owner, and will simply walk away when she loses patience, rather than biting or scratching (but she will scratch if threatened). Very mysterious, she frequently disappears for hours on end, but reappears very quickly when food is served. The owner has never been able to find her hiding spots, but it seems like she is never very far away. She wanders silently around the house at night, like a ghost or a shaft of moonlight. She is a much better hunter than St. John, as she is patient and quiet. She only clashes with the other cats if they get too aggressive, but is otherwise indifferent to them. She seems to enjoy Haven and Maddie’s presence, and will sometimes walk around with Maddie or sleep curled up next to her. She doesn’t tolerate strangers at all, and will make herself invisible when anyone else is at the house. When feeling comfortable, she likes to sit at the top of the stairs and observe everything happening around her. At her most affectionate, she might jump up onto the bed while the owner is sleeping, and curl up at the foot.

Haven:

A purebred Ragdoll, she is huge and extremely fluffy, with a brown and white fur pattern. Was a pampered show cat for many years, but was given away for adoption after her retirement (after she was no longer useful to her owners, in other words). Strictly indoor. As with many Ragdolls, her personality is extremely relaxed, affectionate and calm. Although St. John, Shinobi and Madelyne can all be very affectionate, Haven is the most patient. She easily puts up with toddlers and small children pulling her tail and lugging her around (generally just going limp in their arms). She never bites or scratches – at most she will cry out and run away if someone hurts her. A lap cat, she will lay on her owner for hours, purring contentedly, but also never seems to get jealous or upset when put aside. She does not loudly demand attention, she will just quietly snuggle up to the owner or any other person in the house whenever possible. She gets along extremely well with all the other cats, and was the first one that Madelyne accepted. Although never violent, she is the undisputed matriarch of the household. She will hold down and groom any other cat, even Sebastian, who will growl softly as he puts up with it. Her grooming is often a way of breaking up fights, or settling down the wilder cats like Madelyne and St. John. When she’s not cuddling with people, she sits curled up and stares into space, looking oddly wise and serene. Her favorite spot is a back windowsill where she can see out into the backyard, and the other cats tend to keep it clear for her. She enjoys watching the birds, but never seems interested in harming them. She doesn’t hunt at all, and will treat any small rodent that enters the house like her own kitten.

Special bonus: Fabian Cat-tez.

All of Shinobi and St. John’s bad characteristics, combined and amplified. He’s always on the wrong side of every door, but doesn’t have any of the Rum Tum Tugger’s swagger, and only wishes he could rule the neighborhood like Sebastian. Whenever he does something stupid, he will stalk away and angrily start grooming himself, pretending nothing happened. In fact, he spends more time grooming himself than any of the other cats in the household. Big floofy orange tabby.

Btw, I realize that it’s generally better for cats to be kept indoors, both to protect them from danger and protect local wildlife from their murder sprees. But I couldn’t imagine some of the Alt-Marauders as indoor cats. Let’s just assume the owner is trying to transition them all inside.

#thecorteztwins cinematic universe #I can't believe felt the need to type this up #housecat au for x-men characters #this is ridiculous and I am weirdly obsessed

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‘I enjoyed the [DA] meetings, too. It was like having friends.’ - Luna, Friendship and Loyalty: Why She is NOT a Manic Pixie Dream Girl

This quote from Half-Blood Prince, Chapter Seven, is one of the blunt yet calm and non-judging statements Luna can come up with occasionally, and that usually startle people because of their accuracy and/or bold honesty. While Luna can be very Berkeleyan in her conception of reality, her friendship once given seems to be given forever. Contrary to many characters in the Harry Potter series, she’s loyal to people before being loyal to her House. Luna has also been deemed to meet the requirements for being a Manic Pixie Dream Girl (MPDG). I beg to disagree with that statement. Maybe she ticks some of the boxes, but many of her traits and actions stand in opposition to that. So I’ll also explore that side of her here. These two short paragraphs already showcase Luna as ambiguous. Exciting, right?

Loyalty, Friendship, Empathy and MPDG

I’ve been asking people around me what they thought of Luna. Many put her loyalty, friendship and empathy forward. First it might be useful to define those terms. I know we all have some idea of what they are, but I was thinking of a more academic point of view (still wondering why Louhi was not sorted in Ravenclaw). I’ll try and make it short (I can hear you snort…).

Loyalty

Loyalty has been a theme running throughout the series from the very first chapter. Mr Dursley’s loyalty to the family principle of not mentioning the Potters is tested a few pages into the first book (Philosopher’s Stone, Chapter One). Dumbledore’s loyalty to the Potters is shown straight in as well (PS, Chapter One). I mean why would the headmaster bother bringing a baby to their foster parents himself if there was not a good reason? Harry’s loyalty to the Dursleys is settled rapidly as well, and further into the book (PS, Chapter Two), Hagrid’s loyalty to Dumbledore is stated by the gamekeeper very soon after he meets Harry (PS, Chapter Four). Loyalty as a virtue is associated with Gryffindor House by the Sorting Hat in each of its three songs (PS Chapter Seven; Goblet of Fire, Chapter Twelve; Order of the Phoenix, Chapter Eleven). It is therefore associated straightaway with the hero of the story, and by default, and tacitly, slyness and unreliability are associated with the ‘enemy’ that are Slytherins. None of these traits is mentioned in so many words, but Gryffindors are the ‘brave at heart’ whilst Slytherins ‘use any means to achieve their ends’ (PS, Chapter Seven) and that doesn’t change throughout the books.. Luna is a Ravenclaw. So what then?

What is loyalty? I mean we all have a sense of what it is, of course. Supporting our friends, our family, fly high the values we share with a society, support them whatever the circumstances, swearing allegiance to a master or an institution (sometimes even to social constructs). Loyalty is a virtue, albeit, as many point out, a complicated one, because it puts the person in front of hard choices, for instance telling their friends the truth or being bold, or honest, or doing things that they wouldn’t normally do, or acting against their own inclination. Some say loyalty is only a feeling because it’s always grounded in some sort of attachment for a person/institution/society. There’s no denying that loyalty cannot be affectless, but it doesn’t follow that the feeling is a positive one. You can be loyal out of fear, for instance. Take Wormtail. Of course one can question the very use of the term ‘loyalty’ in his case, but it ticks most of the boxes. What are the boxes, then? After reading the ‘loyalty’ entry of the Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy (Kleinig, 2017), I decided to make the boxes as follows: a) there needs to be some strong form of attachment that can go as far as devotion via professional commitment (like for a lawyer), b) this attachment makes the person want to secure (or at least not to jeopardize) the well-being/interests of the person/object/concept they are loyal to, c) this attachment makes the person put their interest and well-being after those of the object of loyalty, and d) there might be an interest for group survival (either genetic or other). That last one is one of the boxes that relate to family relationships, friendships, house loyalty etc…

The question is, how does Luna relate to loyalty? I reckon she’s one of the most loyal characters in the whole Harry Potter series, because she doesn’t question the concept. Her friendship, therefore her loyalty, once given, is given forever. Whilst she can be very Berkeleyan in many ways, Luna is full black or white when it comes to friends.

Friendship

Aristotle (him again) devoted a big part of his thinking to what friendship might be. Peoples (or some people among the peoples) have been discussing the topic of love and friendship as something fundamentally human (I don’t think I agree with that, but that’s not the point here). Ancient Greeks and Romans put friendship above romantic love in their scale of feelings (and I must say I do agree with that): it’s philia, friendship-love (Deavel & Deavel, 2010). That’s why there’s such a canyon of difference between the words ‘pal’ or ‘mate’, and ‘friend’. It has to do with the level of intimacy you share with the person (mentally and/or physically), but also with how much you embrace that person with all their qualities and faults, not trying to change them for your or their sake, but also being able to tell them truths in their face that nobody else would dare utter without fear of losing them.

If we go back to Aristotle, he defined three types of friendship (which, for him, is a kind of virtue, meaning people must constantly work on it): friendship for use, for pleasure, or complete friendship (Aristotle, in Mogg & Tully, 2012). It is easy to understand the first: the person whom the ‘friendship’ is bestowed on is only a means towards an end. For instance, take Peter Pettigrew. He never loved his three Marauder companions, but he used them to get protection. In the second type of ‘friendship’, the person who bestows his ‘friendship’ on someone wants to derive something pleasant out of it, still not considering the feelings of the other. That could be, for instance, the kind of relationship Romilda Vane would like to have with Harry, or again Pettigrew and the Marauders. A complete friendship means that the person desires positive things for their friend, for their sake and not their own. It’s valuing the friend for themselves, and not as a tool. Usually, in analysis of the Harry Potter series, only the friendship between Harry, Ron and Hermione is viewed in this light (Mogg & Tully, 2012). That might be because it indeed develops over seven years, involves living together not only in the comfort of Hogwarts or the Burrow, but in a tent (granted, with all comforts as well), on the run, on a mission, not really knowing where they are going. As Mogg & Tully put it, the evolution of friendship in Harry, Ron and Hermione goes from being a working group of complementary units to sharing and learning from each other and supporting each other’s psychological development.

Yet, I question this exclusivity in the sense that Luna’s character makes her a good candidate for that kind of friendship. She might not tick each box, but I’ll explore the concept, as well as try and state that Luna is NOT a MPDG among other reasons because of her take on friendship and loyalty. Maybe I’m wrong, maybe not. That’s the excitement of research, isn’t it?

Empathy

Empathy is a fashionable word nowadays, so it tends to be used to convey many things. However, primarily, it means the ability one person has to feel ‘in the stead’ of another, to step into their shoes and feel ‘with’ them. It is a central concept to the building of human societies, because it allows people to create bonds with one another. Empathy can lead to altruistic motivation, meaning that one who feels empathy towards others might want to help them. In the Sandford Encyclopedia of Philosophy, Stueber (2019) says that according to one of the philosophers who currently studies empathy, Batson, the predominant trait of empaths is selfishness (sic), that the altruistic bit of empathy is not the most common, and what determines if a person will help another or not depends on how strong they are personally, and what the cost of helping the other would be. To be truly altruistic, moreover (and quite obviously), the helping behaviour must not be directed towards a personal goal. That’s sort of logical, given the name is ‘altruistic’, but again, there are different forms of help. Other researchers (Ciladini et al., in Stueber, 2019) state that when in extreme conditions, this altruistic behaviour stems from a sense of oneness between the actors, the emergency or extremity of the situation leading them to behave as one body, therefore saving limbs rather than individuals. Empathy could go that far.

Of course I chose to mention those bits of the article because they serve my purpose, my question being Luna and empathy. I guess one could write books about all those three topics, but what is given here will be enough to shed some light on Luna.

A Manic Pixie Dream Girl?

For those who are into sociology and pop culture, the term is familiar. For those who are not, it requires a definition. The phrase was coined in 2007 by Nathan Rabin (in Nilson, 2020) but this type of characters actually were always there in pop culture in various forms. However, Rabin said that since this character was growing more and more common in films, it might be useful to coin a concept, and so he did: a Manic Pixie Dream Girl (MPDG) is a female character whose only role in the plot is to guide a soulful young male character towards embracing life and its mysteries. My inner feminism starts at such a phrase and all sorts of arguments come to mind to destroy it. After all, I am Louhi, The Witch Of Pohjola. However, it is true that MPDG characters exist and must be taken into account. Now the question is, what defines a MPDG?

A MPDG is a character who, at first, seems to have none. She stands out of the crowd, and represents something mythical or otherworldly at first, for the males around. That makes the MPDG attractive, along with some sort of dreaminess. Among the other ‘symptoms’ of the MPDG (Pasola, 2014) are innocent bluntness, lack of self-consciousness, and a propensity to desert conversations she doesn’t find interesting. There is even a ‘test’ (Bechdell-Wallace test) to assess MPDG-ness in a female character, and it consists of three statements: 1) the plot must contain at least two women, 2) who talk to each other and 3) discuss something else than men. This test has apparently been widely used to analyse films and culture (quick google scholar search… didn’t have time to read) since its appearance in 2005. Bechdell says that if a female character fails that test then she can be deemed a MPDG. I think it is a bit too straightforward.

Appearances… can be misleading. Therefore, while Luna fails the test (Pasola, 2014), there’s more to see than meets the eye, and Luna is worth the analysis. So, my stance is that Luna is NOT a MPDG, however much she looks the character at first sight.

Luna: what about her, then?

Luna is sort of vapoury, has a mythical or mystical je-ne-sais-quoi about her, conveyed by her waist-long blonde hair, protuberant eyes that give her ‘a permanently surprised look’ (OoP, Chapter Ten), and her rather peculiar choice of jewellery (butterbeer-cork necklace or radish-earrings). In the films, this effect is carried on further by Evanna Lynch’s voice, which gives Luna an ethereal quality. Therefore she physically sort of fits the MPDG trope. Moreover, according to literature, as said before, she fails the Bechdell test.

BUT. I don’t agree Luna is anywhere near a MPDG.

Let’s start with the definition of a MPDG. According to it, Luna should be a sort of muse to a man and guide him to embrace life and its mysteries. Well. Er… aha. There’s already a problem here. Because Luna guides nobody to embrace life and its mysteries. She sometimes says things that are just plain true and takes a rather original stance when it comes to relationships with others. She doesn’t guide anyone. She never seeks people to help them or offer any kind of advice. If she happens to be there at a moment when she can say something that seems relevant to her, then she’d do it. That’s not guiding. It’s a chance meeting. At least that’s how I see them. You could argue that she guides Harry. Why yes, but the bias is that we see the whole story from Harry’s point of view, so there’s no way we can be sure Luna doesn’t give the odd piece of her mind to anybody outside Harry’s presence. She doesn’t act like a muse either. Harry doesn’t daydream about her, his thoughts don’t get back to Luna every now and then. He basically doesn’t give a damn about her, at least at first, and if he occasionally does, it’s either by chance or for lack of a better option, like when he invites her to Slughorn’s Christmas party, or when he has no choice but to take her along to the Ministry. After that last adventure, though, his attitude towards Luna changes, she has grown on him, but in no respect is she a muse to him. He’s too much entangled with his love life, his loyalty to his parents, the Order and Dumbledore, and his need to save the world every now and then, to care much about others. To add to this, nowhere in papers analysing MPDGs do the words friendship, empathy and loyalty appear to describe the characters. And Luna can feel all three, and shows them throughout her appearances in the Potter saga.

Luna is empathetic, though in her own way. She can sense how others feel and offer comfort, yet it’s not the usual kind. ‘You’re just as sane as I am’ (OoP, Chapter Ten) is not exactly comforting at first to Harry, when he thinks he’s being mental, seeing the Hogwarts carriages being pulled by winged skeletal horses. He has just seen how unusual Luna is, reading the Quibbler upside down and believing the cock-and-bull stories her father prints about Fudge’s army of Heliopaths. However, at the end of the same book, they discuss Sirius’ and Luna’s mum’s deaths, and ‘as [Harry] watched her go, he found that the terrible weight in his stomach seemed to have lessened slightly’ (OoP, Chapter Thirty-Eight); Luna sort of comforts Harry in spite of herself with her optimism, and she couldn’t do that without being empathetic. In Deathly Hallows Luna is the one person who keeps Ollivander alive while both are imprisoned in the cellar at Malfoy Manor, as he acknowledges to her on leaving Shell Cottage: ‘I’m going to miss you, Mr Ollivander’, said Luna, approaching the old man. ‘And I you, my dear,’ said Ollivander, patting her on the shoulder. ‘You were an inexpressible comfort to me in that terrible place.’

Luna doesn’t seem to ‘need’ friends. As in, she’s not actively looking for friends. She probably has a whole world in her head that fills her. That doesn’t mean she’s not happy having some friends, as the mural in her bedroom at home is proof enough of. When she acknowledges friends, then she’s loyal to them. Had she not been so, she wouldn’t have stood alongside her dad and advocated Harry’s interview to be printed in the Quibbler. She wouldn’t have fought with Neville in the renewed Dumbledore’s Army in Deathly Hallows. She wouldn’t have stood to the Malfoys while being held captive. In return of her loyalty, one of the next offspring in the Potter family is called Lily Luna. I think we can reasonably say, along Aristotle in Mogg & Tully (2012), that when Luna bestows her friendship on someone, it is a complete one. She doesn’t want to change people, doesn’t want to use them, just wants the best for them, whatever the cost for her.

Luna doesn’t question her feelings. What she gives, she does fully. To the Trio, Neville, Ginny, and also Ollivander and Dobby. That leads her to not talk about her friendships, and therefore, maybe, people to think that she doesn’t have any. However, she expresses them in sometimes odd ways verbally, like when she agrees to go ‘as friends’ to Sulghorn’s Party with Harry (HBP, Chapter Fifteen), and sometimes in hidden ways, like in that ceiling painting she did in her room back home, and that the trio discovers when visiting Xenophilius during their hunt for clues about the Hallows (DH, Chapter Twenty-One).

Luna doesn’t forgive. She doesn’t need to. She’s so detached that it sounds like she’s not hurt by people being mean to her. A fine example of this is the finale of OoP, when Harry meets her on his non-way to the End-of-Year Feast, and Luna is looking for her possessions (OoP, Chapter Thirty-Eight). She doesn’t hold a grudge towards her fellow Ravenclaws for being mean to her. Therefore, she doesn’t need to forgive either.

Some people have suggested Luna could have autistic traits (Belcher & Stevenson, 2011; Guha, 2020). There are indeed traits that could lead into that direction, and the web is full of people discussing that possibility. However, Rowling has denied that (it’s all over the web, but I cannot get my hands on the place I read that bit of interview…). Luna is just… Luna, the moon girl, whose name is maybe only the moon, or, as Le Callet (2018) suggests, a tribute to an Assyrian satirist from the 2nd century AD, Lucian of Samosata, who wrote A True Story, a fantastic tale about creatures like tree-women, or Selenites living on the moon and grilling frogs (moonfrogs, ring a bell?), breathing the vapour that wafts from them. He was also a known critic of the belief in the paranormal and of religious superstitions. Then part of him stands in opposition to Luna’s: she does believe in weird stuff, has odd superstitions (Nargle infested mistletoe and all that), which she eventually has to give up (like Crumple-Horned Snorckacks). Luna’s name might also be a tribute to Cyrano de Bergerac, the French 17th century author of Comical History of the States and Empires of the Moon which is a classic in the field of early French science-fiction (see illustration below, by Henriot, 1900, Cyrano in front of the Moon). After all, Rowling is learnt in French and French literature, so we cannot rule this hypothesis out. In this book, Cyrano travels to the Moon using rockets powered by firecrackers… The inhabitants of the Moon are four-legged creatures who have talking earrings which are used to teach children.

All in all, all well considered, there is not much to back up the idea of Luna being a MPDG, and I am quite relieved to see that my small researches and musings have led me to that conclusion. You could say I am biased, wanting my conclusions to fit my hypothesis. Who wouldn’t? However, it is reassuring to find that one’s mind goes not astray, somehow. I find, after all this thinking, that we can learn a huge lot from Luna, even if she appears only sporadically in the story: human values that make people strong in a moral sense: resilience, trust, loyalty, friendship, self-confidence.

Now this has been done, I want to delve further into Luna’s character by exploring the job of Magical Naturalist (that appeals to me a lot, being a biologist myself, with specialisations in botany, zoology and ecology), as well as exploring her relation to Death, comparing it to how the other characters embrace it (or not). But these are completely different stories.

Thanks to Little My, Purple, Andromeda, Kikimora, Dawn, and Thetis, for sharing their opinion of Luna with me.

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the love of a hero

Summary: Only three people know that superhero Lioness's true identity is Clarke Griffin -- her boss, her mom, and her worst enemy, Bellamy Blake.

for @marauders-groupie and @bellarkebingo

prompts filled: superheroes/superpowers, argument, frantic kiss

To look at Clarke as she walks up to Raven’s front door, no one would guess that she’d been locked in combat with Arkadia’s resident supervillain only half an hour ago. It’s one of her non-superhuman skills that she’s developed over the years—making herself look presentable in a short amount of time. That, and acting like she’s been doing boring administration work all day, and not saving the life of Josephine Lightbourne, daughter of billionaire oil exec, Russell Lightbourne, and only heir to his fortune.

Raven opens the door, and Clarke smiles brightly, like she’s not totally exhausted from having the shit kicked out of her by her nemesis, Crixus. She’s bested him a number of times, though never to the point of being able to bring him into custody, but today it looked like he had her beat. That is, until he’d abruptly stopped mid battle, cursing to himself as he fled the scene. Clarke was able to free Josephine and return her to her father, with twenty minutes to spare before Raven and Murphy’s housewarming party.

Clarke holds up a bottle of wine. “Happy housewarming!” she says. Raven grins, taking the bottle of wine as she pulls Clarke into a hug.

“You made it,” she says. “Thought that hard-ass boss of yours might make you work late again.”

“She’s not that bad,” Clarke says, following Raven inside.

“You work late more often than not—like some stupid filing or something can’t wait until the next day?”

“Uh huh,” Clarke says, forcing herself not to roll her eyes. Of course, Raven has no idea of what Clarke really does. No clue about Clarke’s super-human strength, or her lightning quick reflexes, or her ability to fly.

No, Clarke Griffin is an entirely separate entity to her alter-ego, Lioness, according to most of the world, including her closest friends. The only people who know Lioness’s true identity are her boss, Charmaine Diyoza, and her mom, for emergency contact purposes. Sure, Clarke can take a hit better than most, and she heals faster than the average human, but she’s not indestructible. Plus, her mom has known of Clarke’s abilities since she was three-years-old, and would likely be able to guess who Lioness was even in her costume.

There’s only one other person who knows her true identity, other than Diyoza and her mom, and it’s the worst possible person who could have that information—none other than Crixus himself. But since she knows his true identity as well, they seem to have some kind of unspoken agreement that neither will reveal the other’s real name, or hold it over their head as leverage. It seems Clarke’s nemesis isn’t completely without honour.

Raven leads Clarke into the house, towards the kitchen. There’s an array of salads on the counter, and the timer on the oven is ticking down, close to going off. Perhaps Clarke isn’t as on time as she thought she was.

“Okay, I know you said you didn’t want to be set up—”

“Raven,” Clarke groans, already anticipating the end to her friend’s sentence. “Please tell me you didn’t.” She really doesn’t have time to date right now, what with constantly having to stop Crixus from taking his next victim. And even if she did, the whole relationship would be based on lies, seeing as Clarke isn’t exactly about to tell someone her real profession on the first date.

Raven opens the fridge and finds a place for the wine in the door. “It’s not exactly a set up. He’s a friend of Murphy’s, and we were inviting him anyway, and I just thought you should know he’s single, and probably your type.”

“You don’t know my type.”

“He’s hot, isn’t that your type?”

Clarke rolls her eyes. “At least tell me you didn’t tell him I’m single.”

“Can’t tell you that.”

“You made me look desperate, didn’t you? I know you did.”

Raven shrugs. “He’d figure it out within two seconds of meeting you anyway. The desperation just kind of radiates off you.”

“You’re the worst.”

“Shall we go and make the introductions?”

Clarke exhales dramatically. “Let’s get it over with.”

Raven looks a little too pleased with herself as she leads Clarke through to the living room, where the other guests, and Raven’s husband, Murphy, are standing around, drinking and chatting. Jasper and Maya, Monty and Harper, and then a stranger. Except, when he turns his head, almost as if in slow motion, he’s not a stranger at all. He’s all too familiar. A face she’s only seen once before without his mask—Crixus. Clarke’s stomach drops.

For a moment she feels sick—did he follow her here? Did he find out who her friends are and infiltrate the group so he can somehow do something worse than just give her a concussion? But no—unless he’s a much more skilled actor than he ever let on, he’s just as surprised to see her as she is to see him. His mouth drops open as he pauses mid-sentence, and he looks like he’s half a second from fleeing the room. He doesn’t, though.

“Clarke, this is—” Raven starts, stopping when she sees Clarke’s stunned expression, and Bellamy’s matching one. “Do you know each other?” she frowns.

“No,” both of them say at the same time, both as vehement as the other, both realising if they admit to knowing each other, they’ll have to explain how.

“This is Bellamy,” Raven finishes, though she seems sceptical. “Bellamy, this is my friend Clarke.”

Bellamy clenches his jaw, his surprise morphing into something a little more heated—Clarke can only assume it’s hatred. But he holds out his hand anyway, and Clarke takes it, noticing, not for the first time, how warm his skin is. His thumb brushes over hers as he pulls his hand away, and it’s alarmingly intimate for someone who tried to kill her less than an hour ago.

“Nice to meet you,” Clarke says politely, though inside she wants to squeeze his hand until it breaks. Except, superhuman strength is an ability they both possess, and he could just as easily crush her hand right back.

“Likewise,” Bellamy says, and it almost sounds like he means it.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” Murphy says. “So get your asses into the dining room. Give me a hand will you, Reyes?”

Clarke doesn’t look at Bellamy as they head to the dining room as instructed, side by side. She can feel him steadfastly not looking at her either. There’s a rigid tension between them, and Clarke can feel her loathing simmering just under her skin. She balls her hands into fists to keep it from bursting out of her.

She’s aware of the others talking and laughing, unaware of her torturous situation, but the words are distant and unintelligible to her. She can focus on nothing but Bellamy, walking casually next to her, as if he hadn’t had her pinned to the floor earlier this evening, a kidnapped heiress tied up next to them.

Last into the dining room, and with the heads of the table being obviously reserved for the hosts, Clarke is forced to take her seat right across from Bellamy, which means she’ll have to spend all night looking at his stupidly handsome face.

He stiffens as her knee knocks against his. She quickly jerks away, swallowing thickly. She’s not sure why her heart is racing. It’s not like he can try anything here, not surrounded by her friends, unless he wants to reveal himself.

Murphy and Raven bring in the food, and Raven sits at the head of the table, between Bellamy and Clarke, while Murphy sits at the other end.

“Looks great,” Monty says.

“Dig in,” Murphy says. “And no need to hold back on the compliments.”

“Your head is big enough already,” Raven snorts. Their bickering continues, and Clarke tunes out again. Bellamy reaches towards her to grab a bread roll from the basket in front of her, and her hand curls instinctively around her knife. She glances up at him, and she can see he hasn’t missed the subtle action. He raises an eyebrow at her, a smirk playing on his lips, as if to say really? You’re going to stab me? Here?

Clarke loosens her grip, realising she’s being ridiculous, and if she doesn’t relax, she’s going to give herself away.

“You going to eat something or what, Griffin?” Murphy says. “It’s not poison.”

“Yeah,” Clarke says, her voice coming out a little hoarse. She clears her throat. “Sorry, just deciding. It all looks so good.”

“Was that a compliment?” Murphy teases. “A far cry from if you ever hurt my friend I will little crush your skull with my bare hands.”

“You’ve proven yourself to be worthy so far,” Clarke shrugs.

“Not saying you’re not tough, Clarke,” Jasper says. “But crushing his skull with your bare hands? If you want your threats to actually be intimidating, maybe try being realistic.”

Someone snorts out a laugh, and it takes Clarke a moment to realise it’s Bellamy. Of course, he’s the only one who knows exactly how capable of crushing someone’s skull she is.

“Something funny?” she asks him acidly.

“Nope,” he says, but his smile doesn’t drop. “Here, have a bread roll. You need to keep your strength up if you’re going around crushing skulls.”

He’s teasing her. And not in a nasty, malicious way. He’s teasing her like they’re friends. Like they’re the only ones in on the joke, which they are, but they’re definitely not friends. How can he be so cavalier? They’re mortal enemies. They’ve spent two years battling each other, trying to take the other down.

He drops a bread roll on her plate, then passes her the potato salad. She almost declines just to spite him, but she actually does want potato salad, so she snatches the bowl from his hands, glaring at him the whole time.

He’s not allowed to be nice to her. It reminds her of the last time he was nice to her, and that makes her stomach feel all weird, makes her start questioning things, and she doesn’t like that at all.

“I can get my own food, thanks,” Clarke snaps. Raven shoots her a look that says be nice, while everyone else eats their meals, awkwardly pretending not to notice Clarke’s outburst.

“Wow, this chicken is amazing,” Harper says. “Great job, Murphy.” As if this wasn’t already the most awkward, terrible dinner party of all time.

“What have you been up to lately, Clarke?” Monty asks. “It’s been a while.”

Clarke glances at Bellamy, who now seems overly focused on the food on his plate, though if she’s not mistaken, he’s still smiling to himself. He really thinks this whole thing is funny.

“Mostly just working,” Clarke says with a shrug.

“What do you do for a living?” Bellamy asks her. She glowers at him.

“Administration.”

“For who?”

“None of your business.”

Maya interjects before Bellamy can push her further. “What about you, Bellamy? What do you do?”

His eyes don’t leave Clarke. “I’m a librarian.” Clarke rolls her eyes. A suitably boring job that no one will want to ask more about—same as Clarke’s excuse for a job.

“So, Bellamy,” Clarke says, and she swears he actually flinches. “How do you and Murphy know each other?”

“Poker,” Bellamy says swiftly.

“Poker?” Clarke repeats scornfully. Of course he plays poker—and he probably wins almost every hand, one of his talents being his silver tongue, able to convince anyone of anything. Though curiously, it doesn’t work on Clarke. She’s put it down to some kind of superpower immunity.

“It’s a card game.”

“I know what poker is.”

“So which part didn’t you understand?”

“Seriously, do you two know each other?” Raven asks suspiciously.

“No,” they say in unison, not taking their eyes from each other. The heat between them is palpable, and Clarke gets a sudden flash of him on top of her, an hour earlier, when, for a moment, she’d been sure he was going to kiss her. And, she’s ashamed to admit, some traitorous part of her wanted him to.

“Let’s play fuck, marry, kill,” Jasper suggests.

“At a dinner party, really?” Maya scolds.

“Fuck, marry, kill—Trump, Obama, Clinton,” Murphy says, aiming his question at Jasper.

“Which Clinton?”

“You pick.”

“Kill Trump, obviously. Marry Obama, fuck Clinton. That’s for either Clinton, by the way. Try something harder next time.”

“Okay, okay,” Raven says. “This one is for everyone, because I’m curious—and I was just reading an article about them before—Crixus, Red Queen, Lioness.”

“What was the article?” Clarke asks.

“Did you see they kidnapped someone else this afternoon?” Harper says, eyes wide. “Another heiress, apparently.”

“She was returned unharmed,” Maya adds. “I don’t know if Crixus got the money he was after though.”

“He didn’t,” Clarke says, shooting Bellamy a triumphant grin. He gives her a look of distaste. He’s not finding it so funny now.

“So? Fuck, marry, kill?”

“Fuck Crixus, marry Lioness, kill Red Queen,” Monty says.

“I wouldn’t fuck Crixus if my life depended on it,” Clarke says haughtily.

“No, you should definitely fuck Lioness,” Bellamy says, which is basically just a fancy way of telling her to go fuck herself. He’s looking all smug, like he thinks he’s incredibly witty. Of course, no one else gets the joke.

“Can we change one of them?” Clarke says. After all, Crixus and Red Queen have both tried to kill her, and Red Queen almost succeeded. The only reason she didn’t is because, well—Clarke doesn’t want to think about that.

“Fine. Crixus, Lioness, and Spacewalker,” Raven amends.

“Fuck Spacewalker, marry Lioness, kill Crixus. Easy,” Clarke says, pleased with herself.

“I’d kill Spacewalker,” Bellamy says. “That guy is a poor excuse for a hero.”

“Fuck Crixus, definitely fuck Crixus,” Raven says. “He’s hot as hell in that gladiator outfit.”

“Sure,” Bellamy agrees easily.

“Which means you have to marry Lioness,” Clarke points out, to antagonise him, mostly. But to her surprise, he actually blushes.

“Would you rather me fuck her?” he says, despite his obvious embarrassment, and then it’s Clarke’s turn to blush. She so doesn’t want to think about that. What it would be like to have him touch her like that. She feels hot all over, and she quickly crosses her legs, feeling a throb between them that she’d like to ignore.

“I doubt she’d have you,” Clarke sneers.

“It’s weird that neither of them have killed each other yet,” Jasper says. “Like, how often do we have to read about them fighting each other? You’d think one of them would have got the winning shot in by now. Even if it was just an accident.”

Clarke swallows, and she can feel Bellamy’s eyes on her, though she refuses to meet them. Only he knows how close it had come for her.

“I think it’s all staged,” Murphy says. “They just like the buzz around their names. They probably decide who’s going to win before each battle.”

“It’s not wrestling,” Clarke huffs. “Perhaps they’re just evenly matched.” She glances at Bellamy, and he seems just as affronted by Murphy’s accusation as she is.

“I think they get off on it,” Raven says. “They probably go home after each fight and fuck each other’s brains out.”

Clarke’s mouth drops open, and the tips of Bellamy’s ears turn red.

“I’ve read fanfiction about it,” Maya admits.

“Okay, but who do you think will win in the end?” Jasper asks. “They can’t go on like this forever.”

“Crixus,” Murphy says with a shrug. “He’s the one kidnapping people, right? Lioness is never going to kill him. She’s probably under orders to capture him and bring him in so the government can do whatever it is they do with supervillains. Whereas he clearly has no morals.”

“I think if he wanted her dead, she’d be dead,” Bellamy says gruffly. He looks to Clarke, and suddenly she can’t take it anymore. Tears prick at her eyes, though she couldn’t for the life of her explain why.

She stands up, abruptly, and all eyes land on her. “I—have to pee,” she says, then hastily exits the room, towards the bathroom, as her tears start to spill silently down her face.

She can’t stop thinking about it. About him cradling her in his arms as she bled out onto the asphalt, her stomach sliced open. How sure she was in that moment she was going to die, because when you’re the hero, who else is left to come and save you?

His voice, so vivid, as everything else went dark and blurry.

“Fuck, Red. Get out of here.”

Red Queen’s voice answered him.

“I thought this was what you wanted! You asked me to help you. If she’s dead you won’t have anything stopping you. What’s the problem?”

“No one was supposed to die!”

“Well, you’re fucking welcome. Ask someone else to help you next time, big brother.”

The sound of Red Queen’s heavy footfalls retreated into the night, Clarke trying to follow her blurry figure with her eyes, but ultimately letting them close as it became harder to breathe, as the pain started to fade, her body having no use for it anymore.

“Hey,” Crixus’s voice cut through her haze of self-pity, of her looming death.

“I guess you win,” she’d croaked out. “Congratulations.”

“Don’t you dare die on me.” Was it supposed to be a command? It sounded more like a desperate plea.

“What are you going to do? Save me?”

“If I have to.”

Her last memory of that night is of him lifting her from the ground, her head lolling back, her eyes closing, unable to keep them open any longer. Not embracing death, exactly, but accepting it. Even though she’d never expected it to end that way—somehow she had it in her head that he never meant to harm her, not seriously anyway.

She’d woken in a crisp white hospital bed the following afternoon, her golden lioness suit and mask gone, replaced with a hospital gown, her head pounding worse than her worst hangover. Her mom had come in a few minutes later, as Clarke gulped down the water left by her bed, and burst into tears the moment she saw her daughter.

“I thought I’d lost you,” Abby had sobbed, arms around her daughter. “Don’t worry, no one knows your true identity. He made sure of it.”

“He?” Clarke swallowed, though she already knew the answer.

“Crixus. He did that thing—talked everyone into believing they never saw the costume.”

Her mom had left then, needing to get back to her rounds, leaving Clarke to process what had happened. Crixus not only saved her life, but he made sure he protected her identity too? It didn’t make any sense.

Even more nonsensical was his appearance in her hospital room, not twenty minutes later. She knew it was him instantly, though he wore no mask, and just plain jeans and a henley, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Words had failed her, perhaps partly because of her unquestionable attraction to him in that moment, but mostly because of her shock at him being there at all. She didn’t even have it in her to be scared of him.

“You’re okay,” he said.

“What are you doing here—how did you—” she stopped. How was a stupid question—he can talk his way into anywhere. “How did you know to bring me here?” she asked him instead.

“You told me to.” He stepped further into the room then, and picked up the chart on the end of her bed. “Clarke Griffin,” he’d whispered, reading aloud. His eyes met hers. “Griffin. Part lion, part eagle.”

“Get. Out.” Clarke had said icily. To know her face was one thing—to know her name was something else entirely. He’d stolen something from her, something she never wanted to give him, and now he had the upper hand.

To his credit, he looked guilty as he nodded, replacing the chart and retreating from the room. His last words as he paused in the doorway were, “Bellamy Blake.”

There’s a knock on the bathroom door, jolting Clarke out of her memory. She looks up from the sink, into her pale reflection.

“Clarke?” It’s his voice. Clarke loathes the sound of it, because she can’t stop thinking about how he sounded as he held her in his arms and told her not to die. Like he cared. It’s the first time she’s heard him say her name out loud since the day he found out what it was. It’s altogether too intimate, the way he says it, so hesitant, so full of meaning. Yet what the meaning is, Clarke can’t put her finger on.

She wrenches the door open and pulls him into the bathroom, before slamming it closed again.

“What are you doing here?” she hisses.

“I told them I had to make a phone call—”

“No, what are you doing here? In this house. At the dinner party. Are you stalking me?”

Bellamy looks aghast. “No. I had no idea you’d be here. Murphy and I really do play poker together.”

Clarke looks up at him, concern etched across his face. God, he really is the most magnificent looking man she’s ever seen. His lips look so soft, his freckles disarmingly adorable. And why do his eyes have to be so brown? Why does he have to be so beautiful, and so fucking charming, and most of all why does he seem to care about her?

“Are you okay?” he asks.

Clarke shakes her head. “Stop it. Stop acting like you care. Not an hour ago you were ready to choke the life out of me, and now you’re asking me if I’m okay? Is this some kind of sick game to you?”

“It’s not a game,” Bellamy snaps. “I actually do care.”

“Right,” Clarke snorts. “You care about money. About power I guess, about notoriety? For Crixus at least, if not Bellamy fucking Blake. You don’t care. You’re pure evil.”

Bellamy’s jaw ticks. “You really think I’m the villain, don’t you?”

“Of course you are! You fucking kidnap people, and demand ransoms in exchange for their lives.”

“Did you ever think—”

“You named yourself after the cloud of toxic smoke in Ferngully for crying out loud!” Clarke continues. “Is that not a clue that you’re the bad guy?”

“I—what?” he frowns for a moment, genuinely confused. And then he actually laughs. “Ferngully? Clarke, that’s Hexxus.”

Really? That’s the part he’s going to focus on? “Whatever,” she huffs. “You still literally kidnap people.”

He gets that annoyed look on his face again. Clarke supposes even villains don’t like getting called out on their shit. She purses her lips at him.

“Why didn’t you let me die?”

“What?”

“Red Queen was right. You could have let me die, and all your problems would be solved. Who the fuck else would bother to stand up to you? Spacewalker? He’s pathetic.”

Bellamy gives a half laugh. “Yeah, he is. Still, you’re the one who claimed you’d fuck him.”

“Answer the question.”

Bellamy studies her, perhaps searching for the right words. “This shouldn’t come as a shock to you, since it’s not the first time you’ve heard it. But I don’t want you to die. I don’t want to hurt you at all, but since you’re fucking relentless, and somehow immune to my power of coercion, sometimes it has to come to that.”

Clarke shakes her head. “I don’t get it.”

“I know you think what I’m doing is evil. But it’s not like I’m kidnapping innocent people, Clarke. I’m kidnapping billionaires. People with so much money they don’t know what to do with it. They just hoard it, when they could be helping people. And if kidnapping a spoilt kid once in a while is what I have to do to get some of it off their hands and into the hands of someone who could actually use it, then I’ll do it.”

Clarke gapes at him. Somehow he’s tilted her whole world upside down in the span of a few seconds. “You—you donate the money?” she says faintly.

“You think I’m just hoarding millions of dollars in my evil lair or something?”

“I mean—kind of. Yeah. How do make money then?”

“I really am a librarian.”

“Oh.”

He shakes his head, a sad kind of smile on his face. “I’m not what you think I am, Clarke,” he whispers. Her stomach flips over at the way he says her name.

“No, you’re a regular Robin Hood,” she says. “But—why don’t you just use your powers to convince them to donate money themselves? You don’t have to resort to kidnapping.”

Bellamy sighs. “I’ve tried it, Clarke. You know what happens when a billionaire starts donating millions of dollars of their own accord? People start praising them. Idolising them. They forget all the horrible things these people have done, forget that they don’t actually care. No, it has to be done by force. I want them to be scared. Not worshipped. They don’t deserve that.” He pauses. “Plus, do you know how hard it is to get a billionaire to talk to you if you’re someone like me?”

“Someone like you?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Poor.”

“Oh.” He keeps leaving her speechless. She’s misjudged him—and part of her feels like she can’t totally blame herself, but it still makes her feel guilty. She still doesn’t agree with his methods. But he’s not completely evil.

“I don’t want to fight you anymore.” His voice is so soft, Clarke half thinks she imagined it.

“So what do you want?”

He licks his lips, eyeing her nervously. “I want you to join me,” he whispers. “God, think of what we could do if we worked together.”

Her heart is pounding. The thought of them taking on the world together, stealing from the rich and giving to the poor, just like in the stories she read when she was a kid. She can’t deny there’s a thrilling appeal to it—the two of them, notorious outlaws, champions of the people, righting wrongs, fighting injustice, regardless of what the law says.

But no—she can’t condone kidnapping, let alone take part in it herself. Doesn’t matter how honourable the outcome. The ends don’t justify the means.

She shakes her head. “I can’t,” she says, her voiced laced with regret. Because she truly does wish they could work together. But he’s never going to be satisfied with just catching murderers and rapists—he wants something bigger. Clarke gets it, she really does. But what she does is noble too.

“I know,” Bellamy says sadly. His eyes are full of sorrow, and yet she can still feel heat in them too. She flushes under his gaze, her eyes dropping to his lips, then hastily to the floor before he can notice. There’s no way he’s thinking about kissing her too. It’s not passion for her that she can feel radiating from his body—it’s passion for the subject at hand.

“We should get back to the table before someone misses us.”

Bellamy nods. “You go first.”

It takes her a moment. Something holds her back, some reluctance to leave things like this. But she forces her feet to move, and she heads for the door. Her arm brushes against his as she passes him, and then she feels his fingers curl around her wrist.

“Clarke, wait,” he says huskily, tugging her back, and then his lips are on hers, urgent, frantic, bruising, like he’s afraid this might be the only chance he’ll get. And knowing that he’s right, Clarke kisses him back, just as desperately, clinging to him as his large hands slide to her waist, gripping her tightly.

She moans against his lips, his tongue in her mouth, and they stumble back against the sink, bodies glued to each other. God, she wants him.

A crash from the dining room is what brings them to their senses, and the break apart, both breathing heavy, his forehead pressed against hers, his hands still on her waist, thumbs stroking her absently through her dress.

He swallows. “I’m sorry.” He opens his eyes, stepping away from her. His lips are red and swollen, and Clarke knows hers will be just the same. She rubs her thumb across her bottom lip, still feeling the lingering effects of his kiss. “I just—I really had to know what that felt like. Just once.”

“It’s okay,” Clarke says. She straightens, smoothing down her dress with her shaking hands.

They say nothing else to each other before Clarke walks out of the bathroom, and back to the dining room, where Murphy is cleaning up the remnants of a china bowl, and a pile of pasta salad.

“What did I miss?” Clarks asks, sliding back into her seat.

“Jasper is a clumsy fucker,” Murphy mutters. “Where’s Bellamy?”

“How should I know?” Clarke sniffs haughtily.

When he returns five minutes later, he doesn’t even bother sitting down. “I have to go,” he announces, and Clarke feels her stomach drop. He gives her a regretful look. She knows he’s leaving because of her. Truthfully, it would be hard for her to sit across from him for the rest of the night after their encounter in the bathroom. Harder than when she hated him, even.

“You barely ate anything,” Murphy complains. “And there’s dessert.”

“Sorry. I just—I’m not feeling great. Thanks for inviting me though.”

“Whatever. I’ll see you at poker, I guess.”

“Yeah,” Bellamy agrees. He looks to Clarke. “I’ll see you around.” It’s vague enough that it could be directed at anyone, but Clarke knows it’s for her. She hopes her eyes say what she cannot—I hope you do.

#bellarke #bellarke fanfiction #bellarke bingo #the 100 #the 100 fanfiction #mine

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Episode 175

Honorable mentions:

The news report that one student was trying to turn into Isen was titled, “Retaliation Against Jokers”

The two definitions of “hunter” are: 1. a person (or animal) who hunts game or other wild animals for food or in sport. 2. a person who searches for or seeks something.

Wasn’t expecting so much on Isen, but now here we are

Claire’s instagram actually exists @little_apple7 and the first post was created on March 14, so you can go follow her if you want haha

Blyke already knows that Isen likes to look at girls from other schools, I don’t know why Isen’s hiding Claire from him smh…

I'm so hyper right now jesus christ

I wanted these posts to be getting shorter smh

Wait-- do Arlo and Sera know about when the superhero posse became the superhero posse? Lmao

The fact that all Seraphina knew about Claire was her name and her town, and that Isen was able to find her ilffkjkeajsfgdsf

DOES ANYONE KNOW THAT JOHN IS A YEAR OLDER THAN EVERYONE IN HIS GRADE OR ARE THEY GONNA FIND OUT WHEN CLAIRE SHOWS UP it’s not that big of a deal i'm just interested

Not proofreading so hopefully I didn’t cut myself off mid-sentence anywhere rip

Isen:

There’s actually a few things on my mind this week when it comes to Isen. First of all is his reluctance to be involved, which isn’t new and is actually something I’ve talked about before, but oh well. The second is his ability. I have also mentioned this before, but Isen’s ability has always seemed pretty vague to me, which is surprising considering that he’s one of the main characters and we’ve seen it a good amount of times.

Anyway: his reluctance to be involved with any of the hierarchy drama. Isen is, at this point, notorious for wanting nothing to do with Arlo and his drama. Though he’s being more straight-forward with this currently, Isen has always displayed this. At the beginning of the comic, Isen was hesitant about investigating John for Arlo. And there was also that time when Arlo made Isen head of the newspaper, despite Isen not wanting the job. Also when Remi became a superhero, Isen was kind of dragged along and resisted participating (kind of weird example if I’m honest). These are some quick examples, but there are more. I’m just kind of lazy tbh. Anyway, recently, Isen has been vocalizing his discomfort even more. The best example of that is probably episode 164 where Isen directly calls Arlo out for not only involving Isen in things he wants nothing to do with, but also for involving others. I talk about the nature of that conversation, and how it highlights the character differences in Isen and Arlo, in my episode analysis for episode 164. Anyway, Isen has a big issue with this and explains this to Arlo.

This theme of wanting to be left out of drama isn’t exactly specific to Isen, though. It’s a pretty common theme for people to be pissed off because they’re being forced into situations, usually by Arlo. Seraphina experienced this a little near the beginning of the comic when Arlo brought her along to turf wars even though at that point she’d stepped down from being queen. Elaine tends to experience this often, as well, though not exclusively with Arlo, whenever she is involved because of her healing ability. The big example is actually John, however. John has stressed many times that he just wanted to be left out of the hierarchy to all of the other characters, especially Arlo. This is his “reason” for taking down the school’s hierarchy. John didn’t want anything to do with the hierarchy, but when he couldn’t stay apart from it any longer, his remaining option to not be a part of the hierarchy was to destroy it.

My point is, that if Arlo keeps forcing people into situations and responsibilities that they either don’t want or aren’t ready for, he’s going to have a real issue on his hands, like what happened with John. He does realize this, however, which we found out after he was dethroned and was reflecting on his interactions with John. Regarding Isen, I think that there’s a possibility Isen will either fail Arlo or turn on him (hopefully teaming up with Cecile, but we’ll keep our fingers crossed for that one). Isen’s been too vocal about his dislike of being involved with things (wording?) to continue to go along with it. Even though he is a very temperate character and doesn’t usually act up, I don’t think this trait alone will solidify his loyalty to Arlo. That also wouldn’t be utilizing his character’s potential in the current storyline, and the plot is probably the most detailed and worked on aspect of UnOrdinary. The thing about all of this is, Arlo can’t exactly just leave people alone when they want to be left alone because all of his decisions are made on the behalf of the school and if he can secure the school’s well-being at the expense of putting more pressure on a singular person, he’s obviously going to do that. This is what makes Arlo’s situation so complicated. There is no “correct” answer. Arlo is involving Isen because he needs his expertise to investigate characters like John and now Terrence. Nobody else would be as effective as Isen, which is why Arlo turns to Isen. There isn’t any way for Arlo to totally win.

Anyway, like I said, I think that Isen will reach his breaking point relatively soon and Arlo is going to suffer from that. Whether it’s betrayal or not. This idea of forced involvement really involves both of these characters so any changes in their dynamic as it is right now will really affect the storyline, I think. We’ll just have to look out for this, however.

Their dynamic in this episode, though, is a bit too comedic to support any type of breaking point between the two, which makes me uneasy.

Now, let’s move on to the second topic of Isen’s section: his ability. Isen’s ability “Hunter” is one of my personal favorites. Mimicking a “hunter,” Isen has a set of skills that help him to track down and take down his targets. The list of skills is listed on the UnOrdinary Wiki as follows:

Targeting

X-Ray Vision (involving people) (aka when Isen detects location/heartbeat)

Enhanced Strength

Enhanced Speed

Telescopic Vision (Passive (?))

Enhanced Precision (similar to Targeting)

Enhanced Hearing

These are more of defensive traits, so here’s a bit of description on his offensive ability from me:

Built-up/wound-up punch: “He builds up his power into one punch, which, when let loose, is appallingly effective. His ability probably multiplies the force of his initial build-up, releasing when Isen’s fist hits his target.” -(my episode analysis of episode 126)

Visible “Target” on opponent: (Targeting from above, but used in a more offensive way)

“Isen’s general fighting style is a one-hit K.O. system. He attacks them with the strong attack, leaving his opponent weak, then rushes in for the “kill,” a kind of animalistic instinct… His method doesn’t require much strategy or stamina. It is efficient and precise. Strike to take down.” -(my analysis for ep 126)

Isen’s offensive is strong enough to hold up in a fight against Blyke (before Blyke started to level up) because in one of the first episodes, they have an ongoing battle over Isen’s pen that neither wins. This puts Isen’s offensive at relatively high (because Joker’s obvious power advantage didn’t really show this off when Isen and John fought)

Anyway, there’s the base of Isen’s power and kind of what we already know about it. But in this episode, we get to see it again, like I said before, it’s always kind of fascinating to me whenever we get to see Isen’s power. His is one of the more interesting ones in the comic by far. It’s animalistic nature paired with human mechanics creates an interesting blend that we don’t see in any other character really. The idea of Isen’s power is so alluring to me for some reason. I don’t know. I’m not really going anywhere with this lmao. Anyway, we learned a few things about Isen’s ability in this episode that we didn’t know before.

One: Isen does not have the passive ability to sense people/auras like John is theorized to have (this isn’t canon, right?). This isn’t anything surprising seeing as John’s ability is literally called Aura Manipulation, but it’s pretty exaggerated in this episode that Isen really needs to activate his ability to be able to sense people, even having to close his eyes, but the eyes part might be more about the execution of his ability, which is my third thing.

Two: Isen can sense people!! Lol this might seem a bit redundant after my last point, but this is something new from him that I haven’t really noticed before even though we’ve technically seen it before. In episode 124, near the end of the episode, we have a scene where Isen is running around the school scanning through walls and people looking for Seraphina. He is technically “sensing” people and is even able to identify them as not Seraphina, so obviously he has some way to distinguish people. This makes Isen almost like a walking Marauders' Map, for lack of a better explanation. I’m not really sure how to go deeper into this because I’ve never really been all that confident in talking about the UnOrdinary Characters’ powers, so I’ll just leave it here that I think Isen being able to sense/find people is really cool.

Three: Echolocation. This is something really new to this episode. In episode 175 (this episode lol), Isen is shown mentally standing in a black void/abyss along with Sera and Arlo with puddles like ripples around each character’s feet, when he activates his power to try to sense anyone else in the room. This visual is very similar to how bats, and other animals, use echolocation to “see.” Echolocation is, “the location of objects by reflected sound, in particular that used by animals such as dolphins and bats,” according to the Oxford dictionary. If Isen is truly using echolocation, then he locates people by soundwaves, which would make sense considering that sound seems to be the thing Isen is usually shown to be involved with (wording was bad but idc). I do think that this detail is a bit weak in comparison to echolocation because there have been times where Isen has sensed/tracked people where it would have been difficult to rely upon sound, like the school or the mall, but if his hearing is really that enhanced, it could still work. I’m also up for looking for things besides sound that Isen could be sensing with his ripple thing. I know I labeled this as echolocation, but it’s very possible he uses a more supernatural trait to utilize these. I just liked the idea of Isen having echolocation if I’m honest. I found this whole concept interesting because of the animal ties and Isen’s ability being named “Hunter.” I also might be tempted to look into bats specifically in the future if we get more details on Isen’s ability that make it worthwhile. I want to compare the two, but not if it’s unprompted.

Terrence:

We get some new information about Terrence in this episode and it is as follows:

Isen would put Terrence around a 2.4 ability-wise

Terrence only started attending Wellston at the beginning of the year

Along with this, we also get some less straight-forward, but just as meaningful, information. Isen says, “So the invisible guy at the mall… That was him too?!” which from a storytelling standpoint basically confirms that it was in fact him. This quote would not be included if it were not correct because it would only add confusion if it were incorrect (which is its possible intent, but I’ll talk about that in a second). Another quote from this episode was Arlo’s quote, “Then he, or whoever he’s working for… has some sort of fixation on hightiers.” Because of the same reasoning from above, this basically confirms that Terrence is working for somebody or else it would be a very random thing for uru-chan to include in the comic especially since there is no evidence for the characters to even suspect that Terrence is working for somebody. Same thing with Sera’s quote, “I’m almost certain that… Terrence is connected to my ability-loss.”

But, like I said, there is a possibility this is all a juke by uru-chan to get us to believe these things so she can successfully trick us and reveal that Terrence has been fighting EMBER this whole time or some shit, but I don’t think that is likely because if that were true, I feel uru-chan would have stressed this Terrence and EMBER connection even more than she has already. But this is still a possibility, though I will be ignoring it in this post. Because that would be just awful.

Anyway, now that that’s all out of the way and we are caught up, I don’t want to waste my time talking specifically about these things because they’re either too small of details or I’m not getting inspired because of them. The only interesting thing that we really learn this episode is that Terrence transferred to Wellston at the beginning of this school year (which is around when the first episode takes place), but I’m not sure what to think about that so I’m going to give it a week or two before discussing that. The rest is either unimportant or we basically already knew (or at least suspected).

What I am going to talk about is Terrence’s involvement with EMBER and my thoughts on it. I’ve been pretty clear in the past when I say that I think that Terrence is part of EMBER. I’ve made whole posts on this, okay? I think. I don’t know. It feels like I have.

Anyway, I’ve talked about this a little in the UnOrdinary chat here on tumblr, so come join if you haven’t. But basically, I think that Terrence works under EMBER to some extent, or however that would work, but on a lower-tier. He’s a lesser employee, I guess. I don’t really know how to phrase this, though it should be easy. I think that Terrence works at a level low enough where he is not directly being made aware of EMBER’s true intentions or actions, and that he’s probably been given some bullshit reason for the jobs he’s done that makes it seem to him like he is doing a good thing. EMBER might be really convincing too and have him thinking that the things EMBER is actually doing are good. Whatever it is, I think that Terrence thinks he is doing the right thing. This could be his incentive for working with them, though I like the thought that Terrence wants some of EMBER’s ability enhancers for either himself or someone he knows, because that has more potential as a motive.

So, I just said that the things mentioned in this episode are basically confirmed because of their mention, so I’m going to use them as examples of what Terrence has done under EMBER. The same goes for when, in episode 172, Seraphina thinks, “Invisibility? That day, on our way back from Kovoro Mall… the person following us also had invisibility. Is this just a coincidence?” That’s part of this for the same reasons.

I think Terrence’s main job is to spy on whoever he is told, but that from time to time, he is also required to do some other small jobs like being a lookout or the get-away car person (I don’t know what it’s called). He’s spied on John and Sera on their way back from the mall, he’s spied on the main characters in hallways at schools, etc. And he was the driver with the superhero posse’s mall incident.

Something brought up by the UnOrdinary chat was that Terrence would solve the problem of EMBER having to give out teddy bears to track high-tiers, but I think that giving Terrence the task of tracking the high-tiers at school would be way less efficient than direct trackers. Also, you don’t really want to rely upon a second-year in highschool for your entire scheme, now would you. So that’s why I think EMBER doesn’t use him to find high-tiers. Also, Terrence only has access to Wellston’s students, which is a very small pool compared to the literal rest of the world.

The only thing that I can’t exactly figure out is Terrence’s connection with the school newspaper. The best thing I could come up with was that Vaughn, the principal or whoever he is, is working for EMBER and is giving Terrence instructions on what to do, but that doesn’t make sense when you take into account that Vaughn hates the authorities and EMBER are probably working with or even are the authorities. Shame, though, this would’ve been interesting. Terrence does, however, go out of his way to publish his stories in the school newspaper, which needs an explanation… This makes me think that EMBER as an organization are focusing on Wellston specifically. Maybe because they know about John’s history and want to see what he would do to Wellston (which is another thing that could be a possible connection to Vaughn and why he’s so lenient about John’s actions). They might be using Terrence as a way to fuel/spark any conflicts or climaxes. There’s also the interesting detail that ever since Isen became the head of the newspaper, Terrence hasn’t submitted anything that big, at least according to Isen in this episode.

Anyways, I think that Terrence’s presence in the comic is a very big deal because it is the most direct connection to EMBER and their activities. Terrence, himself, might not play the biggest part, but he is a way for the other characters to dive into EMBER themselves, and a way for the audience to be reminded of the big, underlying plotline.

Claire:

Claire’s mention in this episode is one of the highlights to most people. And to me. I am most people. God, I love Claire. In 2018, the only two comments I made on UnOrdinary were, “Petition to transfer Claire to Wellston for drama,” and, “#TRANSFERCLAIRETOWELLSTON.” So, just the fact that we’re getting Claire is just blowing my mind right now. Obviously, I know she's not transfering, but I don’t care. We’re getting Claire. And I am screaming.

Anyway, we’re getting Claire interaction between Seraphina and Claire, which is not only very entertaining, but interesting considering how similar their experiences with John were. This is actually why Seraphina is reaching out to Claire. Seraphina is going into this interaction with the knowledge that John accidently views her as this person, which is bound to make an interesting dynamic between Claire and Sera. And dynamic. Is. Everything. Anyways, I don’t really have an analysis for this, but I want to make a bunch of kinda predictions because I feel like that’s all I can do.

I don’t think that Claire is going to want to talk to Seraphina at first, because she obviously wants to leave that part of her past behind. But they do eventually have to talk to each other so-- I think that Claire is going to be very serious towards Seraphina when explaining to her everything about John. This is why I think they will meet up in person right away, despite them having the option of texting and despite Claire living far away. Something else I’m excited for is all of the new things we’re going to learn about John. I think that Claire is going to be very interested to hear about how John became a cripple for about a year, because that’s just something I think Claire would find hard to believe. I’m interested in seeing what Claire knows about John’s dad and what their relationship is. I don’t know, just--John’s dad has gone for too long, especially considering what happened recently. Anyway, I think that Claire and Sera are going to end up as good friends. Either that or they’re going to hate each other, which would be amusing, but kind of unlikely. The thing about all of this is that we literally don’t know anything about Claire’s personality and what happened to her after John. She is unknown to us.

I also think that Adrion is going to play a big part in the comic as well, because his presence was focused on along with Claire’s a lot. Adrion was in, I think, every photo shown of Claire and John (in this episode). We also don’t know a whole lot about him, which is unusual because you would expect that we would at least know his ability, but we don’t. We know the abilities of almost every minor character, but Adrion is a recurring and important character. This is why I think he’s going to show up, and why I think he’s going to be different than he seems. Like, maybe he’ll be introduced to Seraphina as all friendly and stuff, but then we find out that he’s evil. I don’t know. I just like stuff like that.

This section is hella short for the topic it’s on, but because I don’t have much to add to this Claire thing and also that my feelings have kind of numbed out during the past week (because this is being written/posted really late), I don’t know what else to add. I’m just really excited and it’s hard to get your thoughts together about something you're really excited about. I don’t think we’ll get any interactions with her in the next episode, but the one after seems likely to me.

#episode 175 #official #webtoon #unordinary #unordinary webtoon #episode anaylsis

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Overreading

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

a/n: It’s been a long while since I last posted a fic. I must say I’m pretty happy to be back! Enjoy this little idea I had a while back and just now got the time to actually write it. ALSO, credits to Pottermore! I took inserts from there to work out this one :)

Summary: You’re an anxious girl who always follows the rules. Fred and George change that a little and save the day after you lose your permit to go to Hogsmeade.

Word count: 2,395

Warnings: a bit angsty

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“We’ve come to give you a bit of festive cheer before we go. Come in here...”

You heard a familiar voice from behind the one-eyed statue, where you were standing while you searched for your Hogsmeade permit in your bag. You stopped, feeling frustrated that you couldn’t find the parchment, and suddenly you heard a door being opened not far from you. You walked around the statue and saw three very familiar figures going inside a room. You approached the door after it was closed and tried to listen to the people inside, just to make sure if you knew them.

“Early Christmas present for you, Harry,” you heard the voice of your friend, George Weasley.

“What’s that supposed to be?” Harry asked in a very suspecting tone.

“This, Harry, is the secret of our success,” George said. You could hear the sound of paper being handled.

“It’s a wrench, giving it to you,” said Fred, “but we decided last night, your need’s greater than ours.”

“Anyway, we know it off by heart,” said George, “We bequeath it to you. We don’t really need it anymore.”

“And what do I need with a bit of old parchment?” said Harry.

“A bit of old parchment!” said Fred offended, “Explain, George!”

“Well... when we were in our first year, Harry-”

“Miss Y/L/N, what are you doing here?” Professor McGonagall questioned, startling you.

“I-Um-I was... looking for my permit!” you walked away from the door and opened your bag to pretend you were searching.

“I’m afraid you won’t be able to join your classmates on this trip if you still haven’t found the document,” she adverted.

“Maybe if my parents write a letter saying I can go...”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. The rule is very simple: no permit, no trip,” the professor gave you a pitying look and left.

You sighed in complete discontentment. Taking off your scarf, you started walking back to your dorm, but someone pulled you from behind, placing their arms around your waist.

“What the-Fred!” you looked at the ginger boy, who had pulled you inside the empty classroom where they were having their conversation, “What the hell?!”

“Congratulations!” he smiled, “All your problems have been solved.”

“What?” you frowned.

“We know you were listening to our conversation behind the door,” said George, “Don’t worry,” he raised his hand when you mumbled an excuse, “We heard yours too.”

“And we think you need this just as much as Harry,” said Fred. The third boy gave you a sympathetic look that you gladly returned, although you were very confused.

George took out his wand, touched a piece of parchment on one of the desks lightly and said, “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

And at once, thin ink lines began to spread like a spider’s web from the point that George’s wand had touched. They joined each other, they criss-crossed, they fanned into every corner of the parchment; then words began to blossom across the top, great, curly green words, that proclaimed: Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present THE MARAUDER’S MAP.

“Right into Hogsmeade,” said Fred, tracing one of the passages showed in the map with his finger. “This one leads right into the cellar of Honeydukes. We’ve used it loads of times. And as you might’ve noticed, the entrance is right outside this room, through that one-eyed old crone’s hump.”

Both you and Harry were astounded by the treasure in front of you.

“Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs,” you read, “Who are they?”

“We don’t know,” sighed George, “But we owe them so much.”

“Noble men, working tirelessly to help a new generation of law-breakers,” said Fred solemnly.

“Right,” said George briskly, “don’t forget to wipe it after you’ve used it –”

“– or anyone can read it,” Fred said warningly.

“Just tap it again and say, ‘Mischief managed!’ And it’ll go blank.”

“So, young Harry, young (y/n),” said Fred, in an uncanny impersonation of Percy, “mind you behave yourselves.”

“See you two in Honeydukes,” said George, winking.

They left the room, both smirking in a satisfied sort of way. You and Harry looked at each other quite hesitantly. You still flustered by that wink.

“Should we...?” you asked, the fear of being caught poking your chest.

“Why not?” Harry shrugged, but he didn’t look confident.

You followed his steps outside the classroom to the one-eyed statue. Harry stopped, read something on the map and whispered “Dissendium.” Right away, the statue opened itself, revealing a dark hole inside. You two entered it.

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Peppermint Toads, Sugar Quills, Chocolate Frogs, Jelly Slugs... One by one, you admired the treats. You had never seen that many types of sweets before. Being a muggleborn had its own magical aspects, such as experiencing a lot of ‘first times’. Harry had invited you to go with him and search for his friends, but you knew he was just being polite, so you declined his offer with a thankful smile. You didn’t mind being alone, you actually enjoyed it.

Taking your time, you picked the treats that interested you the most. It was a very difficult mission since every single one of them was something completely different from what you were used to. But eventually, you managed to head to the checkout counter and pay for your purchases, leaving the store right after that.

Although you had spent the entire week longing your visit to Honeydukes, now that you had done it, you felt a bit lost. You looked around hoping to spot at least one of your friends and just follow them for the rest of the trip, but you didn’t see anyone familiar. You did see something interesting, though. How could you forget Tomes and Scrolls? Feeling excitement take over your body again, you entered the bookstore.

The comforting scent of old parchment was all over the place. You were amazed by the number of books around you. The shelves were stacked to the ceiling! You couldn’t stop a tiny smile that insisted to form on your face. That place was so cozy. You walked between the piles of books and the full shelves searching for something that could sparkle your interest. Finally, you found a book that seemed to be a fun reading: The Tales of Beedle the Bard. That title felt quite familiar, although you weren’t sure if you had heard of it. You bought the book and left the shop.

You decided to take a little walk in the village before heading to another establishment. The Shrieking Shack was a very appealing place to you since you had always liked to try to decipher things you didn’t understand. That haunted house story? You didn’t believe in that.

As you got further from the concentration of people and closer to the abandoned house, you felt colder. You knew it was because of the lack of human heat around you, but that small stubborn part of your conscience told you it was because of the spirits in the Shrieking Shack. Smiling at your own silliness, you kept walking until you reached the wooden fence that stopped the visitors from getting too close to the house.

“Spooky, huh?” you heard a voice right next to you and flinched.

“Bloody hell, George,” you whispered, placing a hand on your hard pounding chest.

“Sorry. I thought you heard me coming,” he apologized, but he had a very satisfied smile on his face.

“No, you didn’t,” you rolled your eyes jokingly.

George rested his arms on the fence beside you just like you were doing. His elbow was just a few inches away from yours. If only he knew what that small distance did to you.

“Do you know the story behind it?” he pointed at the house.

“I’ve heard it’s haunted,” you shrugged.

“The villagers say that screams and howls could be heard coming from inside as if dozens of souls were trapped in pure agony,” George said in a deep tone trying to frighten you.

“I don’t buy it,” you shook your head in disbelief, “I don’t believe in such thing.”

“Okay then. Do you wanna find out if it’s true?”

“How?”

“We could go there and see for ourselves,” he proposed.

“No, thank you,” you snorted.

“I thought you weren’t scared,” he teased.

“I’m not. I said I don’t think it’s haunted, but it doesn’t mean it’s empty. For as far as I know, there could be a murderer hiding, just waiting for his next victim to be stupid enough to go inside,” you stepped back and crossed your arms, “So no, thank you.”

“You really think these things through, don’t you?” he said, also stepping back, putting his hands on his jeans’ pockets.

“I guess I just watched a lot of horror movies,” you shrugged.

George seemed slightly confused but shrugged it off as well. Probably a muggle thing, he thought.

“Well, that’s a bummer,” he sighed, “I was hoping I would finally be able to show off my dueling skills.”

You laughed.

“Dueling skills?” you looked at him, “I would die to see you dueling.”

“You really underestimate me,” he played offended.

“I’m joking, silly,” you gently pushed him, “Hey, where’s Fred?”

“At Zonko’s looking at some new stuff.”

“Why aren’t you there?”

“You want me to go away? Okay then,” he walked a few steps away but you pulled him back by his arm.

“You know I don’t,” you said, trying to ignore the fact that his arm was unexpectedly strong, “But seriously, though. Why are you here?”

“I wanted to look for you. I didn’t find you at Honeydukes,” he shrugged.

“So what? You didn’t have to worry about me, you could’ve just enjoyed your trip,” you told him, feeling guilty for having forgotten you were supposed to wait for them.

George looked at you like you were crazy.

“It wouldn’t be that fun if you weren’t with me.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you looked at him feeling your cheeks burn.

“Of course it would,” you shook your head and looked down, “You have been here without me before.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t know you back then,” he moved closer and you looked at him.

Your heart started pounding as he shortened the distance between you two. Little did you know that he could barely breathe at that moment and suddenly all the cold you felt before disappeared.

“And does that make any difference?” you asked, hope more than noticeable in your tone.

“Yes. A lot, actually,” he let out.

“Good,” you nodded slowly, “Because it does to me as well.”

“Good,” George copied you, also nodding.

“There you are!” you two startled at the interruption. Disappointment took over your bodies as you both realized your little moment was shattered into several pieces. “I had been looking for you, guys.”

“Well, you found us,” you smiled at Fred. How could he know, after all?

“Just in time,” said George sarcastically.

“Lee is waiting for us at The Three Broomsticks,” Fred told you, “C’mon.”

“The Three Broomsticks!” you gasped, “I’ve heard so many things about that place. Let’s go!”

George smiled discreetly at your excitement. How could you be so adorable?

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As your group left Zonko’s laughing at the end of the trip, you felt your heart full of happiness. You were so thankful for your amazing friends. After having your first butterbeer at the most famous pub in Hogsmeade, the boys dragged you to the joke shop. You never thought you could laugh that much in your life. Seeing Percy have a fit of hiccoughing after eating the Hiccough Sweet the twins gave him made you feel guilty but also laugh really hard.

George wasn’t feeling any different from you. He was very happy to see one of his dearest friends having so much fun. Especially when the friend in question was you, the girl he cultivated feelings for. Besides, you were always so worried about following the rules that sometimes it stopped you from having fun. George felt relief and pride as he heard your lovely and rare laugh.

“Today was definitely one of the best days of my life,” you told them sincerely.

“Then you should hang out with us more often, Y/N,” Lee raised his eyebrows accusingly.

“You are a hundred percent right!” you raised your finger as you replied.

“I’m sure it won’t be ‘a life of endless pain’ until the next trip, Mr. Finnigan. You can head back to the castle now,” Professor McGonagall spoke not far from you. It was time to go back, although none of you wanted, and the Transfiguration teacher was already telling the students to move.

“Oh, Merlin! She can’t see me here,” you reminded the boys desperately, “She thinks I’m in Hogwarts.”

“C’mon,” George held your hand and guided you quickly through the people, leaving Lee and Fred behind. You only stopped when you reached the door of Honeydukes. “You’re going back the same way you came.”

“But what if someone sees me?” the fear of being caught emerged again.

“I’ll be waiting for you at the one-eyed statue. I’ll make sure no one sees you,” he smiled, trying to make you calm.

“Can’t you come with me?” you asked, almost begging.

“Sorry, doll. I have to be seen entering the castle with Fred. Otherwise, they’ll send Filch after me,” he joked, but it was true. Professor McGonagall would make sure every student was back safe and sound.

“Okay...” you nodded but winced, “Oh, gosh. It was so much easier when I wasn’t alone.”

“Hey, you’re not alone. I’m right here with you!” George put his arm around your shoulders. “All you gotta do is go to the cellar and walk all that way back to the castle. I’ll be there waiting for you at the statue like I said. And don’t think about anything, just keep walking.”

You nodded quite hesitantly. Although he managed to calm you a bit, you were still anxious.

“Now go. The longer you stay here worrying, the worse it gets,” he slightly pushed you towards the store.

“Okay,” you walked two steps and looked back.

George smiled kindly at you and nodded. You took a deep breath and entered the shop.

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As soon as you stepped out of the statue, you saw George looking from one side to the other, keeping his promise and guarding the perimeter.

You ran towards him and hugged him tightly. It could be seen as something silly by other people, but for you those situations that had a risk of being caught made your anxiety go through the roof. That’s why you always followed the rules.

“H-Hey!” he chuckled and hugged you back, but also melting at the totally unexpected action.

“Oh my God, I thought I was going to die,” you spoke against his neck, “I think Mr. Flume saw me.”

“Who the hell is Mr. Flume?” he asked smiling at your adorableness.

“Honeydukes’ owner! He’s gonna tell Dumbledore. I’m doomed.”

“He’s probably used to it, Y/N. He must have people walking around his entire shop every day,” George let go of your embrace to look at you. “And he doesn’t even know your name! How would he report you?”

“I don’t-I don’t know.”

“Just take a deep breath. Like this,” he breathed slowly and you copied him. It did make you feel better.

“Thank you, George,” you looked him in the eyes, “For today. I really needed it.”

“You’re welcome, silly,” he hugged you again and this time it lasted a bit longer. It was so strange how your bodies fit so perfectly. Every time you hugged him, it felt like... home. You felt safe in his arms in a way you never felt before in your life. And it was so strange because how could that be possible? You knew each other for such a short amount of time.

“Now we should get going,” George said when you split, trying really hard to hide the fact that he was a flustered mess. “Everyone’s await in the Great Hall.”

You nodded. But before he could walk, you placed a soft kiss on his cheek. And before he could say anything, you started walking.

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“I bought a pair of nose-biting teacups,” Lee said excitedly at the table, “I think I’m just gonna leave them around the common room and watch the unlucky people get mad.”

“Nice job in reveling your plan, Lee. Now Y/N won’t be one of them,” Fred patted his shoulder.

“I didn’t want Y/N to get her nose bitten,” Lee shrugged.

“Thanks for being a true friend, Lee,” you moved closer to Fred to say those words and he smiled.

You and your friends talked about the day and shared your different perspectives. The most interesting one was by far yours. George looked at you with a tender expression while you told them your impressions of the village. The happiness in your voice was so evident that made him feel happy too. He had been to Hogsmeade several times over the years, but this one was definitely the most special one, apart from his very first time. George never thought he would find cute the excited way a muggleborn talks about the Wizarding World, but he did.

“I can’t wait to go to Honeydukes again,” you sighed. “But the proper way this time,” you looked at George with a playful smile.

“Boring,” he shook his head jokingly.

Before you could reply, an owl entered the Great Hall and dropped a letter in front of you. You grabbed the letter but threw it back on the table after you saw who it was from.

“I’m really tired,” you told your friends standing up, your expression completely different from the one you had minutes before, “I think I’m gonna head to the dormitories.”

The boys didn’t say a word, too intrigued by that letter and your reaction to it.

“Goodnight,” you said leaving.

“Y/N, your letter!” Lee waved it at you.

You ignored him and kept walking towards the Great Hall doors.

“Who’s it from?” Fred asked, taking the letter from Lee’s hand and reading the envelope, “It’s someone from her family. Look, it’s her last name.”

George read it and instantly understood why you didn’t want to open that letter.

“It’s from her father,” he said and the two boys still didn’t understand, “Y/N doesn’t really talk about him, but I remember she said something in the train when we came back in September. I think they had a fight or something.”

Fred and Lee looked at each other.

“You two are really close, huh?” Fred raised an eyebrow, teasing his brother.

“Shut up,” George stood up and took the letter from Fred to go after you.

He walked fast in the hope he would reach you before you could go inside your dormitory, and only stopped when he arrived at the common room. He looked around and found you sitting on the couch next to Harry Potter. George wasn’t supposed to feel that way, but the insistent jealousy took over his heart as he saw you placing a hand on Harry’s knee and rubbing your thumb on it.

“I don’t know what happened, and you don’t have to tell me, but just remember that you’ve got great friends by your side and you’re not alone,” you told Harry and stood up, receiving an attempt of a smile in return. You two weren’t friends, but you had always been really nice to each other and he was the first person to talk to you in Hogwarts. When you saw his sad semblance, you knew something was wrong with him and you had to make sure he knew everything was going to be okay, even if you didn’t know what was happening.

“Hey, George!” Angelina called, making him look away from you and your new best friend, “Do you wanna play?”

The girl showed him the deck of Exploding Snap and he felt angry. Not at her, not at you, not at Harry. At himself. He’d been falling in love with you for a while now, but you two had an awesome friendship and he was so afraid of ruining it. And now there you were, having a little cute moment with his brother’s best friend. ‘The boy who lived’, the big hero. But he wasn’t going to think bad things about Harry, not at that moment, not ever.

“Yes,” he replied to Angelina.

“Thanks, Y/N,” Harry said, “It means a lot.”

You nodded at him and walked to your dormitory. You felt observed but didn’t mind. Once you got to your room, you felt the tears blurring your vision as your father’s words echoed in your ears.

“I thought my daughter would be a lawyer, a doctor or even a fucking teacher.”

He said to your mother in the car when he thought you weren’t listening, but your headphones weren’t playing the music yet.

“School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,” he scoffed, “What’s her future gonna be like?”

“A more exciting one,” your mother replied calmly, “You should be happy.”

“I’d be happier if my daughter was normal and this nonsense didn’t exist.”

You sat on your bed and cried for a couple of minutes. Why would he send a letter? What did he have to say that couldn’t wait until summer? You weren’t going to read it. You chose to preserve your mental health rather than satisfying your curiosity.

Someone entered the room and you instinctively looked to the other side to hide your face, but you were sure the person could tell you were crying.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Hermione Granger asked as she walked closer.

“Yes. I just need...” you sniffed and wiped your tears. You needed George. “I need to go.”

You stood up abruptly and left a worried Hermione behind. You walked down the stairs to the common room and heard laughter coming from one corner. Looking at that way, you saw George playing some cards with his teammates. It wouldn’t be a problem if you hadn’t seen Angelina Johnson placing her hand on his and leaning her body to the side just to touch his shoulder with hers while she laughed. Visibly just an excuse to get closer.

You didn’t know how to react when you saw that he was laughing too and that he didn’t move his hand away from hers. But why would he, anyway? He could do whatever he wanted. What you didn’t expect was that he would notice you on the other side of the room. George locked his eyes in yours and frowned when he noticed how puffy they were. It was still wet under them and your cheeks and nose were very rosy. At that moment he realized you had been crying.

When George moved on his chair to stand up, you ran back to your room.

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Edit: Part 2 is here.

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☞ NAME: Sirius Black. ☞ AGE: Nineteen (11.03.1959) ☞ BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood. ☞ HOUSE: Former Gryffindor. ☞ GENDER: Cis-male. ☞ FACECLAIM: Ben Barnes. ☞ TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide.

+ THE STORY SO FAR +

Sirius Black wasn’t meant to live in poverty. From the day he was born, he could have whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. It wasn’t until he got a little older and started blatantly questioning the activities happening around him that he got his first taste of how twisted his family was. He learned to keep his mouth shut until he went to Hogwarts, though. It was meeting James, the boy his age from a family he grew up hearing terrible things about. Bloodtraitors. Muggle-lovers. A five minute conversation on the train had Sirius questioning his whole life.

After that, he met Peter who was a half-blood but possibly the kindest person he had ever met. And then there was Remus. He really had to rewire his brain for Remus, because though he was one of the most genuine humans he’d never met, he was also a werewolf. And Sirius had been bred to believe in the dangers of them. The final straw that chucked every last bit of connection he had to his family was the exile and subsequent death of Alphard Black. His uncle had been the only person that seemed uncomfortable by physical abuse and open scrutiny of anyone deemed lesser than them.

In 1975, he brought home a muggle woman and though Sirius didn’t understand it, his uncle (the only person in his family aside from his younger brother that he felt unbridled love for) seemed happier than he ever had. It confused the young boy immensely when his own family threw him out and told him never to come back, lest he correct his tragic ways. A year later, that woman went missing and Alphard Black ended his life. His oldest nephew ran away from home when his mother wore white the whole next week displaying the most outrageous sign of disrespect Sirius had ever seen. He would never look back on them, and he would always fault them for the death of his uncle. There was no going back after that.

- J U N E 1 9 7 9 -

It was the ultimate rebellion. When Dumbledore sat him down and asked him to join the Order of the Phoenix, his answer was (unsurprisingly) immediate and impulsive. Sirius didn’t quite know what he was getting himself into, but he knew he was standing up for something much bigger than himself. He was fighting for his uncle, his friends who were dear to him and couldn’t help where they came from, and those who weren’t able to fight for themselves. His decision to join felt right, like there was nothing more befitting of the disgraced rebel boy, Sirius Black.

← C O N N E C T I O N S →

→ James Potter

James was the friend that could always be counted on. His loyalty was stronger than the gravity surrounding the earth and nothing could change his mind once he made it up. Occasionally that was something of an annoyance about him, but very rarely to Sirius. He had weaseled his way in with the golden boy, securing a lifetime spot as something good beside him. He would be eternally grateful to James for that, because it was too easy to feel himself slipping. He loved the people he surrounded himself with now, but it would be so easy to do exactly what had always been asked of him. It was an extremely fleeting thought. Sirius was firm in his stance against his family, unwavering in his love of his friends. It was just the old thoughts that came to him sometimes. James was the person he went to, nonjudgmental in his entirety - especially in his old age. He was the one person Sirius could confide in without worry, because he had the absolute highest regards for the friends he chose.

← Remus Lupin

The friendship they held had always been odd. From the start, Sirius had seen Remus Lupin as a sickly, skinny little thing that obviously came from a family of little financial value. He kept to himself at first, but James had been determined to make their threesome into four. They lived together, they needed to be friends was his constant excuse. Sirius, on the contrary, felt like it wasn’t their place to force the kid to hang out with them. Later on, he became grateful for James’ persistence, because Remus was funny. Despite how closed-off he had been from the start, upon cracking open that cold, slightly frightened exterior, Remus revealed his intellect. He was wise beyond his years, had a whip quick wit, and was so sarcastic it was almost rude. They got along swimmingly after that because the second Remus opened his mouth, it was bound to be a catch and the other three boys were lucky they got to hear it.

→ Peter Pettigrew

Quiet, kind Peter wasn’t as mousy and timid as everyone seemed to think he was. He had a knack for flying under the radar that Sirius admired endlessly. The Marauders truly were like the gears in a clock when they got going, each taking up space but not overpowering the others. James was the central axis that brought them all together. Remus was the careful planning and detailed numbers. Sirius was gusto and color face, all raw emotion and impulsive thought. And Peter was the small hand. He ticked away, kept things going. He was the fly on the wall that you would miss if you weren’t specifically looking for him. That’s what Sirius noticed. Peter wasn’t timid and shy, he was crafty. Sneaky. It impressed him.

→ Dorcas Meadowes

Dorcas Meadowes is the type of person that can look straight through the skin and see into the soul. Sirius noticed her in school by the way she treated others. The incident involving Mary and Mulciber spread around the grounds like the wildfire on the post office. They all knew the story. Mulciber used the imperius curse on Mary MacDonald and coerced her to set fire to the post office in Hogsmeade. This disabled the anti-apparition charms surrounding the school and every aspiring Death Eater left to join the Dark Lord. The professors managed to get the wards back up in an instance, making them infinitely stronger than they had been before. Mary wound up in the hospital wing with burns up and down her arms and a faded memory. Dorcas was by her side in an instant, something Sirius commended. He couldn’t imagine how he would feel if James were in Mary’s place, he in Dorcas’. He would have lost his mind, but the Ravenclaw girl handled it with a quiet grace that went almost entirely unnoticed. He approached her a few months after the incident and struck up a conversation. Things were rocky between the Marauders at the time because of a thoughtless prank Sirius pulled on Snape and he found himself wanting to get to know her. It was interesting to see someone who seemed so similar to himself from the outside. She, naturally, shot him down with a look of disgruntled contempt. This only made him admire her more, and eventually they became mates on the basis that she saw right through him and he got on her nerves. Though life separated them upon graduation, their reunion will likely prove that nothing much has changed between them.

SIRIUS BLACK IS CURRENTLY CLOSED FOR APPLICATIONS.

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tom-hollands-eyelash · 6 years

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Don’t Forget Us (Peter Parker X Stark!reader) part 5

Summary: What would happen if you were Tony Starks daughter and could lift Mjölnir.

Word count: 1,674

A/n: I’ve had this idea for a while now and I can’t wait to share it with you guys! Please leave feedback, it’s always appreciated.

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You woke to the sound of steady beeping, the color white, and felt as if you’ve been hit in the head by a train repeatedly. You looked around the white room and realized it was a hospital room. Almost everything was the bright neutral color except the mess of brown curls that was on your bed next to your hand asleep. You moved your hand weakly, to the top of the chocolate curls. “Peter.” You said shaking him gentally to wake up. “Peter, come on wake up.”

He let out a soft groan as he started to stir awake. He looked at the entrance of the room thinking it was Tony who woke him up again. When he saw no one he got confused and was about to shake it off to go back to sleep until he heard you again. His head snapped back to you and couldn’t help but grin when his brown orbs met your Y/E/C orbs. “Y/N! You’re okay!” He cried taking your hand in his and bring it to his lips.

You made a confused face at his comment. “What are you talking about? Of course I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be okay Peter?”

It was his turn to be confused as he asked, “Y/N, we thought you were dead.”

“We? Who’s we?”

“Your parents, the Avengers...me.”

“What are you talking about? I was just with my parents yesterday Peter. And why would the Avengers worry about me? I’ve never met them, and I’d hope my boyfriend wouldn’t think I’m dead, seeing how I was just making a movie date to watch ‘Inside Out’ with you a few days ago.” You said looking him as his eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“What are you talking about? You’ve lived with the Avengers and your dad all your life after your mom died of cancer, and we’re not dating.” He said moving his free hand back and fourth between the two of you.

“No. I’ve lived with my foster parents for the past three years. After everyone, except me, in my family died in Sokovia.” You said as you took you hand back from him before he could hurt you “and after I moved here three years ago, I met you sophomore year when you got your internship and we started dating a couple months after we met.” You said a little hurt he didn’t remember anything about you.

“That’s-that’s not how we met. Nothing you said is right.” He said standing up abruptly startling you and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration of how nothing you were saying made any sense, before coming to the conclusion HYDRA had to have aiming to do with it. “I have to go. I need to talk to the other Avengers.”

“Wait Peter.” You said grabbing his hand to prevent him from leaving.

“Yes?” He asked turning his head back to you, the presence of hurt and sadness filled his once bright eyes.

“If everything I said is wrong then how come I know that your favorite movie is ‘Star Wars: Empire Strikes Back’ or how you have cunnilingus to a cucumber after eating the second hottest hot sauce in the world. Or how when you get nervous, frustrated, or confused you run your fingers through your hair. Or how safe I feel whenever you’re around and know just how much you make my heart swell with so much love. How can I know any of that?” You asked with tears prickling the sides of your eyes as you looked at the boy who held your heart for so long look back down at you with an unreadable expression on his face before he took his hand back and turned from you.

“I don’t know. But I’m going to find out how.” He said as left the hospital room and made sure to lock the door incase she was was playing some sort of game and she is in fact a HYDRA agent.

“Mr. Stark.” The young boy said as he interuppted Tony’s meeting with the other Avengers.

“Kid wha-“

“I’m sorry for interuppting but, some-.”

“What is it? Did something happen to my daughter?”

“Yes. She-she’s awake.” Peter said seeing the anger from Tony’s face turn into relief.

“She is?” The billionaire asked, as soon as Peter nodded and opened his mouth to say something only to have Tony push the teenager out of the doorway and headed to the hospital room you were in, with Peter close on his tail. The young genius was saying something but the older man drowned him out only focused on seeing his little girl. Getting to hug her again, to hear the sound of her voice. Getting to see her not battered and beaten. He was excited. He frowned as soon as he got to the door noticing it was locked. “Parker what’s this for?” He asked turning to Peter.

“Mr. Stark did you not hear a word I just said?”

“No, you see I was a little preoccupied with talking to my only daughter again. Now unlock the door.”

“Sir, you don’t und-“

“UNLOCK THE DOOR PARKER!” Peter reluctantly unlocked the door so that Tony can finally see his beautiful daughter again after three long and hard years. Peter’s pretty damn sure that his mentor barely slept at all those past years. Spending most, if not all, of his time in his lab either working on one of his new suits or just trying to pinpoint Y/N’s location.

When Tony walked in Peter stayed outside not wanting to intrude but also wanted to hear what false memories she had of her father.

“Hey sweetheart. How are you doing?” Tony said to you as he sat down of your bed next to your legs.

“Wh-“

“You gave us quite a scare. We were afraid we’d never see you again.” Tony said gingerly rubbing your knee, not wanting to cause you any more pain that you already were in.

You stayed quite as you studied the man in front of you. You saw how the relief in his eyes changed to worry and confusion as soon as he noticed you feeling uncomfortable from his touch. You noticed the dark circles under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept for years, but his goatee was pristine like he trimmed it once every week. He seemed oddly familar but you couldn’t place your finger on it. “I’m sorry but, do I know you?” You finally asked.

The man in front of you looked taken aback,shocked, and hurt when you asked him that. He took his hand off your knee in shock then stared at you like you were joking. “That’s a good joke Y/N. Now come on, where have you been for the last three years? Don’t you know it’s not nice to scare your old man like that?” He half laughed. You look at him with a mix of hurt and anger in your eyes.

“I’ve been with my foster parents for the last three years, after my family was killed during a trip to Sokovia.” You said as your blood started to simmer. “So, I’ll ask again. Who are you?”

“Y/N come one, this joke has been going on long enough.” He chucked weekly, “It’s me. Your old man, your dad. You know who I am!” He said desperatly reaching for your hand before you pulled it away.

Your eyes searched his face in confusion and anger, how dare he say he was your dad! You were there then you saw the light leave his eyes as he used himself as a human shield to protect you from the rain of bullets coming from the robots Ultron created. That’s when your eyes lit up in surprise as you recognized the man sitting in front of you. You did know who this man with the impressive goatee was. “You’re-you’re!” You stuttered in recognition, he started to smile when he realized you knew who he was: you’re father. “YOU’RE TONY STARK! MY MENTOR.” You shouted pointing at the man.

“What?”

“Yeah! I have an internship with you. That’s why I’m here. Right?” You said sitting up more laughing.

“N-“

“Of course that’s why I’m here! Why else would I be here.” You interuppted him.

“No, that’s not-“

“I mean, that makes more sense than me being your daughter. We look nothing alike!”

“Now w-“ He was inturppted again when your cell phone started to ring, you reached over to the side table next to your bed to pick up your phone. You smiled when you saw it was your mom.

“I’m sorry I need to take this. It’s my mom.” You said as he gave you a small smile and nod.

“Hey mom, I’m at Stark Tower. You know for the internship? Do you want me home now? Okay.” You said hanging up the phone before looking at the man. “My foster parents are on their way to pick me up.” You explained as you took the heartbeat monitor off your finger and jumped off the bed.

“Now wait a second young lady-“

“Whoa you sounded just like my dad right there.” You joked.

“That’s because I am-“ he sighed before continued, “you know what never mind.” He said smoothing out his hair. “Why don’t you call your parents back and tell them to come up so I can meet them? Hmm? I have a few people I need to talk to anyway.” You nodded and walked out of the white room, phone in hand and into a lounge type living room to wait for your mom to answer her phone.

“Hey mom! Mr. Stark wants you and dad to come up and meet him when you get here.”

“Is he there right now?” Your mother asked through the phone.

“No, why?”

“Good. страстное желание (Longing). ржавый (rusted). печь (furnace). рассвет (daybreak). семнадцать (seventeen). доброкачественный (benign). 9 (nine). возвращение домой (homecoming). один (one). грузовой автомобиль (freight car).”

“Gotov soblyudat' Ursulu (ready to comply Ursula).”

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Karma | The Marauders

[Chapter 4] Blondes, Brunettes, Ghosts and Meatballs

Karma was scared.

Well, not outright scared. It was more so that the impulsiveness of her decisions was catching up to her now, whilst a most unpleasant nauseous feeling started swirling around inside her belly. Maybe a stroll in the corridors on her first night at the castle wasn't a very wise idea – after all, the Headmaster himself had clearly said that all students were to stay in their dormitories, and not loaf around the castle at night. Karma had been brutally disobedient. Moreover, wasn't the weird caretaker – Filch, was it? – supposed to be roaming these corridors with his cat to watch out for students out of bed? She didn't want to be put in detention her first day. After the little fiasco at dinner, not much conversation was made at the Slytherin table; not by the first-years, at least. The Slytherin Prefects, Lucius Malfoy (who was a right git, Karma thought was wise to add) then stood up and began making his way to the dungeons after very rudely asking the other Prefect, a petite, heavily freckled girl named Daria Monet, to bring the first-years along. Although she'd looked quite offended, Daria said nothing, instead choosing to scurry over to the first-years and lead them after Lucius, who had an ever-present pompous look on his face, which disgusted Karma. She had decided she didn't like him.

After being led in to the common room using the password 'Pure blood', which Karma didn't really grasp the importance of, the first- and second-years were all promptly asked to go to their respective dormitories, because apparently, 'big people discussions' had to take place there. Which, in normal circumstances, Karma would've wanted to look more into, but noting the type of people the common room held – sleazy, pompous, git-looking, and straight up creepy – Karma didn't really wish to stay in such company.

But even after receiving looks of sheer repulsion from her dorm mate, Arrabella, who had decided to stay up to decorate her side of the bed, and laying and twisting and turning and tossing in her bed, Karma didn't get an ounce of sleep. Maybe because of the strange coldness she felt in the bed even after laying in it for so long, maybe because of the constant sounds Arrabella's renovating, or maybe because of the exposedness she felt, even with her curtains drawn, or maybe because she felt something was missing; Karma neither knew, nor cared. She just wanted sleep.

So after the dormitory finally went silent and the lamps were put out, Karma, as silently as she could, hurried out of the room, wand in hand, jacket on. It was made sure that the common room was also empty, which was extremely probable, seeing it was 3:37 in the night, but still, it wouldn't hurt.

And hence, the black-haired female found herself in a chilly, isolated corridor with zero lighting except the moonlight to guide her. What she'd brought her wand along for, she didn't even know – what use would it be? Karma didn't know a single spell. It was more just self-comfort purposes. And although she'd seen the house ghosts, which freaked her out, Karma still couldn't occasionally help but feel that a real, bloody, scary ghost would pop out of somewhere, she was sure she'd heard a-

'Ah!' Oh no. There was a real ghost, wasn't it? That's what caused that thudding sound, as if someone had fallen, and it was out to get her, no? Or maybe it was Filch, which, honestly, was just as bad. Regulating her breathing after that quite embarrassing yelp, Karma spoke up, wand pointed at the end of the corridor, which had a turning. If someone really was there, around the corner, then at least Karma could use the wand to scare it and buy herself some time.

'Wh- who's there?' Ugh, stupid voice cracks. Way to go, Karma, let them know you're scared.

Pushing down her thoughts and fear, she gulped and listened. There was frantic whispering, a hiss, and then a squeak. And amongst it all – surely, she was mistaken – Karma could make out a faint 'sorry'.

Furrowing her brows, the girl took three steps forward, now more confident. She was certain there was no ghost, just wandering students such as herself. 'I know you're there,' Karma said and took more steps, reaching the corridor and swiveled her body towards the new corridor. Her frown deepened. There was no one here. Huh. Well, it must've been just her fear.

Karma turned around and started making her way back to the common room, deciding that she'd had enough adrenaline boosts for the day.

Clang!

She instantly rotated backwards, perfectly sure there was someone there. 'Freeze!'

Someone squeaked again. Karma frowned again. What kind of-?

'Look,' a vaguely familiar voice said, 'we want nothing to do with you. Let us go.'

The girl raised a brow. 'We, huh?'

Someone groaned, there was grunting, and a different but still familiar voice spoke up. 'Please, Karma, let us-'

'How the heck do you know my name? Oh, I've had enough,' and with that, the girl marched forward, thinking it was either some hallucination, or a troublesome student who wasn't really there, because she could swear there was no one there. Instead of the expected outcome, however she crashed straight into something, falling back on her bottom. More than one something, seeing as three bodies appeared out of nowhere and dropped on the floor. Who they were, however, it was hard to decipher, it was too dark.

The shock didn't last long though, not for Karma, because the girl quickly got up and crushed the partial foot that was visible. Someone cried out. The voice, no, surely it wasn't-

'Peter?' the girl asked incredulously.

'...Ow.' Yeah. That was definitely Peter. But first-

'Er, can you... can you become, er, not... can you become visible again?' Karma queried.

'Hm? Yeah, yes, s- sure,' the boy stammered, pulling something off of him. What it was baffled Karma, because it almost seemed completely transparent, as if there was nothing there in the first place. Even as the piece of – what Karma assumed was – cloth was bunched up in Peter's hand, she was sure there was nothing except his ring and middle fingers on his hand. It was bizarre.

There was a groan behind them. 'Once you're done having a chat with your girlfriend, Peter,' the mousy boy blushed, 'can you please-?'

'Y- yeah, sure,' and Peter quickly trotted to a pile of disembodied armor parts and a human. As her friend helped the one in need, Karma looked around, and squinted when she saw two other boys standing up and dusting off their clothes. She could make out the faint outline of a pair of glasses on one, and a baggy sweater on the other. James and... Remus, yes.

The four boys all then quickly assembled near a window through which moonlight was pouring in, and the girl sighed in relief when she spotted peter again. 'Oh god, Peter, you guys gave me a right scare, you know, it's so dark and creepy here, and there was no light, and I don't really know any spells on how to-' Karma broke off suddenly, her forehead creasing.

Wait a second. She was in Hogwarts. A school for magic. Using wands. And Peter was here, with his friends. He seemed to know his way around here, too. So did that mean-?

The dark-eyed girl's eyes widened almost comically.

'You're a wizard, Peter?!'

There was a groan and a squeak. 'Y-yes,' said Peter in a small voice. 'I thought you'd spotted us at the sorting-'

'If I'd have spotted you at the sorting, you'd have known, Peter,' she said raising her brow in disbelief. Honestly, Pete could be really thick sometimes. 'What house are you in, anyway?'

Peter spoke up in more nervous tone than normal. 'O-oh, you, uh, you see, I'm in, er-'

'Gryffindor, Petey boy, you are in Gryffindor, where dwell the brave of heart!' Why are you not saying that, eh?' This was James. He ruffled Peter's hair while asking the question.

'Well, you see, because Karma's in Slyth-'

'Oh, Petey, don't worry,' said Sirius, with an easy-going, mischievous smirk on his face. 'If Karma here really is your friend, then she wouldn't mind,' the boy now looked up at said girl, 'would she?'

Karma was confused. She didn't really get why Remus and Peter looked agitated, the latter appearing quite intimidated, too, and why Sirius and James were sharing mildly haughty looks, as if they'd just scored a point at some game.

She shook her head slightly. Boys were weird. Turning to Peter, she asked, 'Yeah Pete, why would I mind if you're in Gryffindor?' Peter relaxed. James and Sirius snapped their head to the girl. 'I mean, I would honestly really like it better if you were a Slytherin, civilian among those gits – but it's honestly really good to know you're here. I'm already weirded out by magic, courtesy of you guys' little stunt. Just knowing that you're here makes me feel loads better,' she completed with a smile.

Peter smiled back.

Sirius and James, however, were eager to change the topic of conversation. 'So, you're a Slytherin, hmm?' Sirius asked.

Karma scrunched her nose a bit. Were all magic people this weird? '...Er, yes. Yes, I am a Slytherin.'

'Hmm...'

'Well, most of them seemed like nasty people, except Geoffrey. He's a... half- half-blood? Yes, he's a half blood. Whatever that means.'

James nodded as Remus said, 'Half bloods are people who have muggles in the family. One of their parents could be a muggle, or muggle-born. So, because they have half wizard blood and half muggle blood, they're said to be half-bloods.'

Karma nodded, taking in the wisdom. 'And who are purebloods?'

Remus hesitated. Peter squeaked a little, and James and Sirius shared a look, again. 'Uh... purebloods are people who have no muggles in their families. People of their heritage don't marry muggles, mostly. Most pureblood families are proud of their blood, but some, like the Weasleys and Potter and Prewetts, they aren't. Like James' family. It doesn't really matter though, you know, blood.'

'Of course it doesn't. It's stupid. Why would you be proud of something that you haven't even achieved?'

James nodded enthusiastically. 'Yes!' he turned to Peter. 'You, Petey, have got a very forward minded friend.' He slapped Peter on his back.

'So, what- wait a second,' Karma looked pointedly at Sirius. 'I... are you related to Narcissa Black, I think her name was?'

Sirius abruptly grew uncomfortable. Karma didn't pick up on it.

'He's her cousin,' said James.

'Really?' The long-haired boy nodded. 'Whoa. I mean, you do kind of look similar, but your cousin is kind of a snob. No offense, by the way.'

'None taken. She's already very prissy, but ever since- you know what, never mind that... my younger brother was also supposed to start at Hogwarts this year. Everyone was sure he'd get sorted into Slytherin too.'

'Well... I'm pretty sure there's no first-year Black in Slytherin,' said Karma.

'I know. He couldn't attend the feast because of some, er, issue.'

'Hmm...' there was pin-drop silence for the next 45 seconds, until James and Karma started speaking together.

'Well, mateys, don't you think we should-?'

'Sirius, why aren't you in Slytherin if-?'

Both stopped at the same time too.

Karma refrained from asking the question again. Instead, she asked, 'So, what were you guys doing here, roaming at night?'

Another look was shared among the boys, and suddenly they were all very eager to drop Karma off to the Slytherin common room, because 'Filch, that old cockroach, could be lurking anywhere, you know, and his cat's quite lethal too, scare you to death, those two can, I tell you-,'

. . . . .

The next morning, Karma woke up to the shrieks of her dorm mate and frogs jumping on her face, her arms, legs, hell, she was sure there was one on her stomach, too-

'Arabella! What happened?'

But Karma's voice was unheard and ignored, because all Arabella was concentrating on was shrieking and screaming on a pitch so high it was sure to make her throat rupture. For a few moments, Karma just lay in her bed, trying to soak the insanely bizarre situation in.

The shrieking didn't cease until not much later – the same time when Karma finally decided to get up because there were frogs in her bed, and when two, Karma had to admit, quite good-looking boys barged in. They were both fairly similar to each other, but whom they possessed striking resemblance with was Arrabella. With all three of them having the same tannish skin, dark hair, light eyes and impressive facial structure, the three were eerily same-faced.

'Arrabella! Are you alright?' one of them asked.

'Alright? Alright, you ask? NO! I'm NOT alright! There's frogs in the entire dorm – oh, Merlin – and- and in my wardrobe, and, Salazar, they're in my MAKEUP BAG!'

The brothers both looked at each other, appearing sort of scared. I would be, if I was in their position. Arrabella may be pretty, but she can sure as heck be scary, too.

With a couple swishes of their wands, the boys managed to clear the room of frogs, although Arrabella still appeared to be deeply traumatised. The boys each gave her a hug, albeit quite gingerly.

Karma stared. It looked to be that either the boys and Arrabella had really not quite noticed Karma, or were blatantly ignoring her. She didn't know what was more humiliating.

. . . . .

Later, at breakfast, after the entire frog problem was resolved, the girls bothe headed to the dormitory. Arrabella immediately took a seat beside Adrian, even though she had to push aside Geoffrey for that, so Karma followed her lead and sat across from Geoffrey. Turns out it was a mistake.

'Ew!' exclaimed a blonde, slightly older girl sitting nearby. 'Mudblood! Get away! Shoo!'

What the-? Shoo?

Karma widened her eyes at the sudden exclamation. Arrabella paid no mind. Geoffrey looked up with a slightly concerned and mostly surprised expression. Alec looked like he was about to say something, but Adrian gave him a look, and so Mr. Hartley shut up as well. '...Er, what do you-?'

The girl cut her off. 'Is she talking to me?' she asked to no one in particular.

A brunette, who seemed to be the only other person except the first-years even acknowledging the events taking place, nodded furiously. A horrified look crept upon Blondie's face. Then, she screamed. Loud.

Karma was jarred. Several people at the table jumped and turned to see what the commotion was all about, a few people dropping their knives and forks too. Arrabella was still paying no mind, although she seemed to be highly restraining herself from committing bloody murder, for her knuckles clutching the cutlery had gone white. Adrian was now sitting back in his seat and watching with a little smirk on his face. Alec and Geoffrey both shared disturbed looks, then as the former covered his ears with earmuffs conjured by a little wave of his wand, the latter covered his ears with his hands.

'W- what are you-?' Karma tried to ask, but the girl only screamed louder. Widening her eyes and frantically trying and failing to get the blonde to calm down because students from other tables had started to look their way, Karma could only try to fathom what was causing the female to shriek her throat out.

'Hey!' yelled another voice, only adding to the chaos that was breakfast. It was Lucius Malfoy, in all his sneering, haughty, pompous glory. He was striding to the first-years. 'What is going on?' When no one answered, he grew more insistent.

'I am the Slytherin Prefect and I demand to know- Agh!' Adrian had tugged on Lucius' hair, leading to the fifth-year crying out in pain. 'Why would you do that, you naughty little-!'

'Man, get some chill, would you? Sit down and enjoy the show, like we are!' he slapped Alec on the back loudly while saying 'we'.

Lucius scoffed. 'This is no show to watch, get it? You're the Pucey boy, aren't you?'

'Yes, indeed.'

'Hmm. Well, I now understand where your disgusting, ill-mannered behaviour comes from, considering your whole family is a bunch of hooligans!' Lucius sneered.

Adrian stood up in an instant. 'What did you just say?' he was seething through his teeth.

'I said your family's a-,' before Lucius could complete saying what he was, Adrian punched him square in the jaw. By now, quite a lot of people had started watching, incluing but not limited to Peter and his friends. Most of them looked annoyed, a few looked amused, and a bit looked angry. Overall, it was a sight sending Karma in a panic.

'Look,' she said to Blondie, because she knew that she had no chance of dissolving the fight that was taking place and getting cheered on, in the background, 'I don't know what I-'

'AAAAAAAHHHHHHH-!'

'-but please stop screaming-'

'AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH-!'

Karma stopped trying, just sinking down in the seat and trying to shrink into herself so that she could become invisible. Lucius and Adrian's fight had escalated very much very quickly, as Lucius was now throwing spells and jinxes and curses, while two boys that could very well have been meatballs were punching Adrian to pulp. Adrian was resisting impressively, and Alec was now involved in a duel with Lucius. Professor Slughorn had approached to try and diffuse the situation, but it was no use, and Karma was pretty sure the two meatballs-for-goons, apparently called Crabbe and Goyle, had landed a couple kicks on him, too.

Finally, something snapped. That something was Arrabella. She let out a frustrated short scream, which Blondie apparently took as a threat to her shrieking abilities, and screamed louder, and then Arrabella whipped out what appeared to be a pair of nail scissors. Her wand in hand, she successfully managed to increase them considerably in size, up until they were too big for the girl to hold without toppling over, and picked them up with a heave. Letting out a battle cry of sorts, she raged ahead, straight into the boys' fight, and threatened to cut Lucius' hair, which seemed to disturb said boy deeply. He immediately stepped back, and frantically began explaining to a red-faced Slughorn how it wasn't really his fault at all, but the mudblood's, which honestly made Karma's blood boil, but Slughorn seemed to be taking good care of that, so she didn't intervene.

Geoffrey had long fled the scene, mumbling something about getting to classes early. Arrabella was snapping the scissors open and shut like a madwoman, but no one really seemed scared.

The pandemonium only ceased when Dumbledore bellowed, 'SILENCE!' and then proceeded to introduce a familiar looking, thin, pale boy with dark hair. Regulus Black.

Guess there was going to be a new addition to the Mudblood Hate Organisation.

'No one's looking out for us. Not for the Slytherins.'

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Harry Potter themed Asks

Saw this thanks to @thasminlove and thought I would try!

@everyoneinspaceisgay and @potter-at-the-disco

1. Which Hogwarts house are you?

Gryffindor

2. Who is your favourite professor at Hogwarts?

Hagrid for the unconditional love that pours out of him and for being so loyal.

3. Would you have an owl, cat, or toad?

Owl.

4. Favourite character and why?

Luna - emotionally intelligent, compassionate, beautiful spirit and unafraid of being true to herself and standing by her friends.

Hermione - passionate, fights for what is good & right in the world, badass feminist icon. Many more reasons!

5. Pro or anti Marauders?

I feel like James was a bit of an arsehole when he was at school to be honest. I mean I would have thought more Gryffindors would have stood up for Snape for one thing. That’s what Ron did for Hermione, and Hermione did for many elves. Maybe it was a side bully issue, it happens a lot in schools unfortunately, after all. Or they might have seen how Snape treated Lilly when she tried. I personally don’t like comparisons to Fred & George because Fred & George would never be so mean. They are pure fun seekers. I do love Remus. Sirius does things wrong yes, but love him too. He certainly redeems himself (like Percy). Non perfect characters are part of why I love the books so much.

6. Avada Kedavra, Crucio, or Imperio

I think I could never perform Crucio or Avada Kadavara and would prefer Crucio to Avada Kadavara being performed on me. Hopefully, it wouldn't be a Longbottom scenario but Hermione one. Not that is an ideal situation or anything! However, Imperio does freak me out, even though you can use it to do something relatively harmless like in Gringotts in Deathly Hallows, it still is so intrusive.

7. Favourite book and why?

I find that too hard to answer! I love them all too much! If I I had to narrow it down I would go with 3, 5, 6 and 7 as they are beautiful in so many ways.

8. Who do you think was the best father figure towards Harry?

I feel like the Weasley’s are the perfect parents to Harry. I know Sirius really feels like the perfect dad to Harry himself, but the Wesley’s are such brilliant, loving, supportive parents to their children, and then to Harry who becomes their adoptive family. Particularly Molly, who really does see Harry as her son! *Sobs thinking about her Boggart*

9. Favourite movie and why?

Half Blood Prince, because it is very loyal to the book, I love the cinematography and the acting. There are lots of other reasons but I also love that we get lots of passionate Hermione and brilliantly odd Luna. Also, Prisoner of Azkhaban. Again, the cinematography is beautiful. There are all these little details of the HP world that seem so like the book it is so great! The film is very loyal to the book in general and what a great, layered and twisty book that one is!

10. Which character do you relate to most, and why?

Luna - I found out we have the same Myers Briggs personality type, INFP. I have always felt a little odd in one way or another. But I also like the way that can make me see things round me. I feel that oddness, on top of an outcast like experience, can help in accepting others and understand people in emotional pain. I try my best to be like her.

Hermione - I can get really heated and passionate about things I believe in, like equal rights, and it sometimes bores certain people or rubs them up the wrong way. Plus I love books! And I would like to think I would also stick by Harry in Goblet of Fire. Go Hermione.

11. Who was the most evil character?

I feel Umbridge has a lot to answer for a few reasons. I feel that Bellatrix and Voldermort are so far gone, as it were, that it is something they have convinced themselves is for ‘the greater good’. Whilst what they’re doing is completely disgusting and horrid, they have managed to convince themselves of this nevertheless. Umbridge, however, is a far more dangerous creature in my eyes. One reason for this is because I have been unfortunate enough to be manipulated by people like that. They don’t care if what they do is right or wrong. They use what they want for power. In fact, I feel she knows she is doing the wrong things and enjoys it. She really is awful!

12. Thoughts on Severus Snape?

Yes, he is unnecessarily cruel at times, but he has very complex inner turmoil he never got a chance to truly resolve and he worked so hard to do the right thing. Maybe for the wrong reasons, as some people like to point out, but they were his reasons and they are much truer, braver actions than some people would ever take in a situation like that, whatever reasons they have for it.The reasons that motivate us are not always the purest and humans don’t always behave in the best way, but he did something truly incredible that I admire.

13. Who was the bravest character in Harry Potter and why?

Hermione for several reasons. To name a few: she never abandons Harry, not for one minute; She is the one to stand up for those without a voice with S.P.E.W and does something so insanely cool and brave with the DA.

14. Best subject at Hogwarts?

Flying does seem awesome! Also charms because fun and useful!

15. Worst subject at Hogwarts?

History of Magic, that Proffessor Binns, bloody hell, could you listen to more than 5 minutes of him talking without falling asleep?

16. Who would be your enemy or enemies at Hogwarts?

I would try not have any but anyone that bullied other people. Probably Malfoy in the first few books. But love the way his character evolves. Anyone that picked on Luna, I feel me and Ginny would have words with them. And Peeves, in a jokey way because his tricks would be so annoying.

17. Who would be your best friend at Hogwarts?

I’d love to have Harry and Hermione as my friends. Also Ron, not only for his merits (which I do admire) but he comes with his amazing family. As I am in their house that gang seems the most likely. Obviously Luna! Neville, Hagrid, Dobby and some Hufflepuffs would be great too.

18. If available, would you use a love potion on someone?

Unethical, no!

19. Favourite Weasley?

Probably Molly, but hard question!

20. Favourite Death Eater?

Draco, for the way he grows throughout the books. Narcissa, for being a good mother despite being in an incredibly terrifying situation with an awful husband.

21. What would your boggart be?

Probably a creepy, old fashioned doll. I really don’t know where this fear came from but I feel embarrassed by it too as it is supposed to be a toy.

22. What is your patronus?

Apparently, according to Pottermore, a big / wild cat that I have forgotten at the moment! I have put lioness before, I am a total stereotype of my house.

23. Fuck, marry, kill *Insert 3 characters*

Fuck - Hermione or Ginny. I feel like this word makes me feel more intrusive than marry for some reason, and more presumptuous?

Marry - Luna! Plus, we have the same personality type - I think we would get on

Kill - I wouldn't want to kill Voldermort as Harry has to. I think Molly has to kill Bellatrix too. I think it would depend on the situation. I wouldn't actually kill her but I suppose Umbridge as I have wished death upon her many times.

24. Thoughts on Cursed Child: I see it as an alternative time-line - plus I enjoyed it on stage way more than when I read it.

25. Thoughts on Fantastic Beasts: I loved the first one. One thing I loved was what it says about bullying and outcasting people in society and what that can do internally. Not as much obviously. Haven’t seen the second one yet so can’t comment on it.

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