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marlswife · 3 years

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nOw, let’s talk about my favourite fanon and canon relationships from the Golden Trio era.

First up, is Hinny. Bi panic. Hinny is definitely one of the best heterosexual relationships in the entire franchise. Although, I feel like before the sixth book, there wasn’t really much of a build up, besides her being his best friend’s brother, and his friend, there wasn’t much of a build up when it came to their relationship. I think Joanne should’ve made more build up to Hinny potentially turning into a real relationship in the end, because it was basically only Ginny being madly in love with Harry, and him not returning these feelings whatsoever. But when it came to the sixth book and seventh book, omg, I can’t express my love for them. The way Harry cared, and thought about Ginny in those two books was a HUGE step from the other books. Harry becomes a my poet when it comes to Ginny, “Blissful oblivion and better than fire whisky. Honestly, they loved each other so much, and I love their relationship, and I can’t explain why.

Next, is MY LOVES, Dean and Seamus. At this point, they are 100% lovers. I absolutely their relationship in the movies and in the books. I feel like in the movies, the two were never seen without the other, and I haven’t read the books in a while, so I don’t remember anything from before the fourth book. But I love everything about it. I love their personalities. I love how they supported each other, and never really went COMPLETELY against each other. I love the idea of being each other’s closest friends, and then realising that they’re in love with each other. I love it. I love it. I love it. I just genuinely love the idea of best friends to lovers, so much, if you haven’t noticed. speaking of these two, i also really like lavender and parvarti. they’re soulmates 100%.

i adore the idea of blaise and neville, because i don’t think there was ever a really bad moment with them, two. but then again, there was never really a time in the books at all where they talked, but obviously they crossed each other’s paths. and i know they probably didn’t like each other all that much, canonically. but are we really going to listen to joanne’s homophobic ass anyway. anywho, i think they’re both introverts, but blaise is very “posh” kind of guy. he’s definitely a blood supremacist. he’s the type to always act taught, but when it comes to neville, those awkward, cute, obsessed with herbology type of guy, he melts, and absolutely adores him. he’s over-protective of neville, and loves to stand up for him when it comes to the other Slytherins bullying him. neville is so grateful to have blaise in his life, and loves him, too.

i like romione. i love romione. i don’t really give a shit what people have to say, and i don’t want to hear a word from ron haters, or harmione stans. this ship is perfect. if you’ve read the books, you would know how much the two care for each other, and how much they love each other. ron ALWAYS stood up for hermione when other people would say stuff about her, including snape and draco. he always got jealous when he saw her with other guys, and obviously he wanted to be the one who was with her. (viktor was a creep btw). and hermione clearly liked ron, too. she was jealous when he would simp over fleur, and when he got with lavender, which he only did to prove ginny wrong, or make her jealous. she had completely the wrong approach when it came to how she treated lavender, but you could tell the two were great together, and deserved each other.

i ADORE astoria and draco’s relationship. i LOVE it. i like how astoria is this really kind woman, who is a pure blood Slytherin, herself, but doesn’t give a shit about it. she thinks of everyone as equals, and although draco didn’t agree with any of this before, he changed his whole beliefs, and became a much better man for her. they were definitely soulmates. i genuinely hate draco, but i’m so glad he found his way to astoria, because he did change, for the better, and you’d think draco malfoy would never love someone else more than he loves himself, but he was willing to end his whole bloodline to keep her healthy, and he was most likely a great father to scorpius.

i also love tonks and fleur but MY WHOLE HEART belongs to fleur and bill’s relationship. honestly, they are everything. they were so so great together, and despite their 5 year age different (i think), they are a very very great pairing. i think, fleur and bill love each other both so so much, and i think you can see that in the books, and a little in the movies. fleur really is in love with bill, and was from the moment she saw him. i’m saying this again, they - are - everything. and continued to love him even when he had those horrible scars all over his face, and really loved that it was real love, and not just lust. i’m so glad in the end, their families got along, and bill and fleur got to be happy together, because that’s exactly what they deserve.

OK the other ships are ALRIGHT, but LADIES - AND - GENTLEMEN - AND NON BINARY’S, PERCIEVER, percy and oliver. they are PERFECTION. absolute perfect together, perfect pairing. EVER. percy is obviously, as we know and seen, is this really uptight, asshole about his studies type of guy, and cares about them a lot. to him, it would to worry about anything else other than that. i expect he’s a complete clean freak, and is completely obsessed with keeping order around their dormitory. but then there’s oliver, uptight about quidditch, and is completely obsessed, it would be a crime to be obsessed with quidditch. percy and oliver are not complete opposites, because of their personalities, but are freaks about completely different things. i imagine oliver would have a messy room, but wouldn’t care because “he can’t be late for Quidditch practice” and percy would tell him “there’s more important things than quidditch”. however weird this is, they become besties, and end up falling in love with each other.

these are all my golden trio ships i think of.

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lxngbottom · 3 years

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pothead!nev, literally anything with him. Ooo maybe something with like some steamy kissing👀

This is definitely not bratty-longbottom

First Time? | N.L.

in which the reader buys weed from neville for the first time.

warnings: swearing, weed, fluff!

OOO MY FAV PERSON ON THIS WHOLE APP REQUESTED THIS AND I LOVE POTHEAD!NEV

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“why can’t you just do it, ginny?!”

“because, ron will find out and he’ll get mad and he’ll definitely write my mum! and besides, i’m always the one who has to get the weed! why can’t you this time?”

you sighed as you moved settled the palm of your hand onto your forehead, “you know neville! i don’t!”

neville. neville longbottom. the provider for the infamous muggle drug that lately seemed to make its way throughout the students of hogwarts. and surely it was no surprise that the top herbology student had been growing some, and had been selling it to everyone.

and it seems easy, going to pick up from neville. he never gave you a reason to think he was anything but decent, but, the concept of talking to a person who sold weed was quite... intimidating? plus, you may or may not have had a minor crush on the boy. being friends with ginny weasley meant you had multiple different run ins with him, so, of course you had developed some sort of feelings for him. he was fit, smart, and smelt good.

“neville is pretty much an open book! well... sorta? it doesn’t matter! just go to his dorm tonight, and get the stuff, alright? i have a huge test on monday and the only way i’ll study is if i’m high!” ginny explained as she began to scurry off from your figure,

“you don’t really need weed to study? there’s no real wizarding science that says any sort of plant makes you focus better!” you yelled to her down the hall. she turned her head and sent a grin,

“it does for me!”

you rolled your eyes as she continued to walk away once more,

“why can’t we just take tonics like normal people?!”

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it was absolutely nerve wracking. every part of you that could feel anxiety was all at this moment. just walking up the steps to his dorm made you break out in a sweat and made your legs wobble.

you had no idea if neville was even in his dorm right now. and plus, all of his dorm mates could’ve been there. and you weren’t too keen on being alone with a room filled with boys. but, you really had no choice.

when the door appeared in your vision, it suddenly hit you what you were doing. your raised your hand to knock, and you did so shakily. you gulped as you waited for an answer, even some part of you begging to just walk away.

finally, the door swung open.

“ah! ginny’s friend!” the ginger exclaimed with a smile, “wait! don’t tell me! um—cass—no? ang—no...”

“y/n.” you answered for him with a nervous look on your face,

“oh, right! sorry, i’m not too good with names...” he awkwardly laughed, leaning against the door, obviously trying to remain laid back due to the girl that was standing in front of him.

“you’ve known me since i first became friends with ginny...”

that’s when ron’s face fell flat, and he awkwardly chuckled. “yeah, yeah! totally! but, uh—what are you here for, anyways?”

you thought for a moment, trying to think of a good enough explanation. one that wasn’t too blunt, but one that ron would understand.

“um—neville?”

ron nodded without another word, and he pulled you into the dorm. he glanced around the outside of the door before closing it, trapping you in the dorm with... all of them.

the slam of the door caught everyone’s attention, and all of ron’s friends looked over to see you standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, which worsened your anxious state.

“she’s here to see you, longbottom. did you finish rolling the joint by the way?”

neville nodded his head as he was already sparking the infamous joint, and he took a perfect hit of it as he studied your figure. he sent you a small smile before walking up to you,

“was wondering when you would come and see me, y/l/n...” he took another hit as he stared at your face, “you look stressed... hit this.”

he attempted to hand you the joint, but you shook your head.

“i don’t—well... i smoke but... not—you know...” you were trying to explain yourself, but having all eyes on you did not help. “never mind... thank you, i’m all good.”

neville furrowed his eyebrows for a moment, but just shook his head with a smile as he passed the joint to ron. neville went to open his mouth, but the door swung open, and small cheers from the boys erupted.

levi.

“longbottom! you know what i need!” levi laughed as he shook hands with dean. neville nodded as levi continued to socialize with the other four boys. you continued to stand awkwardly, mentally cursing yourself out for not being as simple and to the point like big man on campus levi was.

“ah... who’s the lovely girl?” levi asked with a smirk on his face as he began to pull out money. your face went warm as seamus laughed,

“that’s y/n! she’s friends with ginny.”

levi nodded and walked over to you, a curious look in his eyes. neville looked at him out of the corner of his eye, some sort of protectiveness coming out of him.

neville was aware that levi had thing with using girls, and he wasn’t necessarily levi’s friend, but he kept the peace for the sake of making money.

levi began to flirt with you, earning questionable looks from everyone in the room. he was way too cocky, plus, that shit eating grin was going to be the thing that made you snap. you were visibly uncomfortable, especially when he rubbed your arm for a few moments.

“hey! no touching, levi. that’s my girl, here’s your stuff.”

you looked at neville with raised eyebrows, the boys present in the room following. ron started whispering multiple questions to harry, which harry responded with a small shrug.

“is that so?” levi laughed, taking the bag of weed from neville’s hands, “i think i might need some proof.”

neville shrugged his shoulders and looked down at you, a comforting look in his eyes as he sent you a small, but genuine smile. and then... he kissed you. his tongue entered your mouth with no warning, leaving you gasping into his. he stroked the side of your neck with one hand as he bit down on your bottom lip gently, and he pulled away, you a breathless mess with wide eyes.

“enough proof for you, levi?”

levi laughed awkwardly and left with no more questions. you looked at everyone in the room with a embarrassed look on your face, even looking down at the ground to face their intense glances.

“hey, y/n...” neville started as he walked over to his bedside desk. you walked over to him, trying your best to keep a safe distance, the thought of his lips being pressed up against yours still not fully processing. “i feel really bad about levi being so creepy, so why don’t you just take this for free?”

he held out a bag of weed, very nice looking weed in the middle of his palm. you observed it for a moment, seeing small purple specks glowing from the light.

“this is some of my best stuff. and, i honestly don’t even really sell it because it’s so good. one hit of this from a bong and you’ll probably be frozen in place!” he joked. you let out a small giggle at his words, earning an adoring smile from him.

“i—i can’t take that for free. i’ll feel bad...”

“oh, please! it’s the least i could do!”

your first thought of course was:

“you could kiss me again.”

that’s when you heard neville let out a laugh, his cheeks turning a small shade of pink. he put the weed in the palm of your hand, and closed your fingers over it for you. he leaned into your ear, glancing over at his friends who were too busy passing the joint around and talking.

“well... if that’s what you want... then i guess i have no choice but to give it to you, isn’t that right, angel?”

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ditzydawn11 · 3 years

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keep me safe

Neville Longbottom x reader

not requested

warnings: attempted sexual assault

2500 words

THIS STORY HAS MATURE THEMES. My heart goes out to all of the ladies who are a part of the 97%. You are strong, you are beautiful, and you are not alone.

When someone tries to hurt the reader, Neville steps in and protects her like the true Gryffindor he is.

Neville was your best friend in the whole world.

In third year you had asked Professor Sprout to use her greenhouse to cultivate a plant for your own needs. You had a knack for potions and although you couldn’t stand Snape’s constant droning in class, your passion for the subject was unmatched compared to any other of your studies.

You had been trying to create a potion that would allow your pet cat, Socks, to levitate. Ever since you first picked her out in Diagon Alley during your first year she had longingly stared out the window in your dorm admiring the owls flying outside.

Obtaining the magical ingredients was no trouble, Snape often let you come and take what you needed because you were his top student. However, to make it cat safe you needed muggle cat-nip, something Snape definitely did not have on hand.

That’s what led you to the greenhouse on a cold and rainy April morning with your small pot and bag of seeds in hand. You didn’t expect anyone else to occupy the small plant house at 7:00 am on a Tuesday so you didn’t bother to knock. You let yourself in and were startled to see another student with his back towards you tending to some plant.

“Oh, hi!” you squeaked out. Before you could react, the poor boy dropped the empty pot he was holding creating a large crash and shattering the clay everywhere. “Oh I-I-I am so-so sorry. I-I didn’t know anyone w-was here,” he said between frantic breaths as he was focused on trying to pick up the pieces. “Don’t apologize, I should have knocked. Let me help you.” you kindly offered. You bent down onto your knees to his level to help pick up the broken pieces. “Here,” you said handing him a rather large piece that was still intact. Neville looked up to grab the piece from your hand. He was so caught up by his own clumsiness that he didn’t get a proper look at you. He was taken back by your beauty, the way your hair perfectly framed your face, the subtle red tint to your nose and cheeks from the cold, and the way your eyes sparkled in the early morning light. Neville could barely get a sentence out when your hands met exchanging the Terra Cotta. “Uh..thanks,” he said quickly looking back down at the ground.

You stood up and dusted off the front of your skirt. “I’m y/n by the way. Sorry again for startling you,” “Don’t worry about it. Oh um I-I uh I’m Neville.” “It’s nice to meet you, Neville, Sprout is letting me use the greenhouse to grow a plant of mine for a potion. So it looks like we will be seeing more of each other,” you happily stated.

From that moment on you and Neville became the best of friends. Though if you were being completely honest, you longed for more. You had gone out with a couple of guys on small dates over the years and Neville even took Ginny to the Yule Ball but you never really clicked with someone like you did with Neville.

Now you were in your 5th year starting to think about life after Hogwarts. Laying with your head in Neville’s lap under a big tree near the black lake you two discussed your futures and what you think you would do after graduation. “Hey Nev?” you asked interrupting the comfortable silence between the two of you. “Yes y/n?” he responded setting down the book he had been reading. “What do you want to do after we’re done with school?” you asked him while staring up at his face from down below. “I dunno, maybe teaching. I’ve pretty much taught you everything you know about Herbology,” he responded with a chuckle. “Hey!” you gave him a playful smack “though I do suppose I wouldn’t have passed my last exam without you basically teaching me the last chapter.”

“What about you?” the brown-haired boy asked while playing with the ends of your hair. “I think I want to continue my study of potions. I mean imagine developing a potion to finally reverse horrible diseases and terrible curses,” you replied subtly referencing what happened to his parents.

You were the only person Neville had told the story of his parents to. Ever since then you always made an effort to remind him of how proud his parents would be of him. He often doubted his abilities but you how brave and capable he was. You would trust him with your life.

“If anyone can brew those potions it’ll be you,” he said in a quieter tone. “Aww thanks, Nev, I know exactly who I’ll be getting my ingredients from,” you said with a smile. Nightfall was approaching so the two of you made your way back to the castle for dinner. The two of you were an unconventional duo to everyone else but to you, you were best friends and wouldn’t want it any other way.

Later that night you closed your eyes to fall asleep but your mind began to drift. You began to think about Neville which isn’t uncommon seeing that you spend most of your time together but you were thinking about him in a different way.

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought of him like this before but what’s even worse is that part of you wishes it was this way. You had noticed a bit of...tension between the two of you on occasion. Like the time you couldn’t reach the top shelf in the greenhouse so Neville came up directly behind you to get the watering can for you. Or when you grabbed Neville from the library to go and watch Fred and George’s newest prank unfold and you held his hand the whole way there. You so wished that something more could blossom between you two but the last thing you wanted to do was jeopardize your friendship. I mean having Neville as a friend is better than not having him at all. You knew you could spend hours thinking about this so you just decided to roll over and try to get some shut-eye.

A few days later you were supposed to meet Neville in your guy’s usual spot after lunch, in the greenhouse, but he didn’t show. You figured he probably forgot (something he does quite often but you secretly think is absolutely adorable) so you left to go and find him. After searching for a bit you went to check for him in his dorm. Before you knocked you could hear faint sniffling from the other side of the door. You gently knocked and called out “Neville? Is that you? Can I come in?” After a few seconds of quiet the door slowly opened to a teary Neville on the other side. You instantly dropped your bag and gave him the biggest bear hug you could. You broke the hug and asked “Neville what’s wrong? What happened?” “y/n why am I a Gryffindor? I’m so pathetic I can’t even stand up for myself,” he said through his sniffles. “Neville you are far from pathetic. You are the bravest, and most kindhearted, and loyal person I know. That’s why you’re a Gryffindor. Your parents would be so proud of you. I’m so proud of you.” you assured. It turns out that a few Slytherins sabotaged Neville’s potion in Snape’s class so it would explode everywhere. When Neville went to confront them he froze which caused everyone to laugh at him. You continued to hug him until he calmed down but you wished there was some way you could get Neville to believe in himself as you believe in him.

About a week later you found yourself sitting in the courtyard reading your transfiguration textbook for your test tomorrow. You were sitting on a small bench by yourself in a relatively secluded area of the outdoor space. You saw a figure approaching and looked up to see none other than McLaggen, someone who you often complained to Neville about on a regular basis. “So sweetheart, there’s a trip to Hogsmeade coming up and you look like you could use a date,” he said with a sickening smirk. “Bugger of Cormac,” you said as you began to collect your things. “Aww that’s no way to talk to me darling,” he said inching closer to you “you know I don’t like taking no for an answer.” Cormac McLaggen was just about the most disgusting guy at Hogwarts. He had asked out pretty much every girl in the school including yourself on multiple occasions. The answer was always a hard no but he couldn’t seem to get that through his thick skull. “I said I’m not interested now I have to get to class. Goodbye.” you hastily replied while trying to get as far away from the douchebag as you could. Before you could get very far he grabbed you and pinned you up against the stone hedge directly behind you. “What the fuck” you screamed as he began ripping open your uniform blouse and putting his hands on your chest and neck. You fought back as hard as you could but he was just too strong.

What you didn’t see was Neville watching you from afar. He had been sitting with Dean and Seamus when he saw McLaggen make his way over to you. He knew that you would never stoop to that level but it did spark a kind of jealousy in him seeing another boy talk to you that way. When he saw him push you against the wall Neville reacted before he could think and sprinted over to you as fast as he could.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing Cormac?” Neville yelled as he pulled the asshole off of his best friend. “Just showing her what a real Gryffindor is like since she seems to spend all her time with you, a pathetic excuse of a wizard,” said Cormac as he began to get closer to Neville who was standing directly in front of you as a shield. “Don’t you ever come near her again? You hear me?” Neville threatened without any hesitancy or fear in his voice. “Yeah right,” McLaggen scoffed as he advanced on Neville. However, before he could do any more damaged Neville punched him straight in the face causing Cormac to fall to the ground.

By this time a small crowd was beginning to form. McGonagall broke through the mess of students “What in the world is going on here?” She looked at the scene in front of her and quickly put together the pieces. “I see, students get to class, I’ll be taking Mr. McLaggen to Dumbledore. We do not tolerate this kind of behavior. Longbottom, I trust that you will make sure Miss y/l/n is alright. Please take her to Madam Pomfrey if she needs anything. Very well.” and she grabbed McLaggen by the arm and made her way back to the castle.

The crowd had dispersed leaving just you and Neville. Neville realized that he hadn’t even checked in on you yet because he was so disoriented from everything that just happened. He quickly spun around to face you. Your mascara was completely smeared, you were sobbing, and your blouse was ripped open leaving your bra and chest exposed. “Can I- can I touch you?” Neville softly asked not wanting to make you uncomfortable in any way. Instead of using your words you just collapsed into Neville letting his arms wrap around you in an effort to keep all the pain and ugly things as far away from you as he could.

You don’t know how long you two stayed like that but Neville pulled away eventually and used his thumb to wipe off some of your smeared black eye makeup and tears. “Here,” he said while pulling off his burgundy Gryffindor sweater and putting it over your head. He saw that you were still exposed and didn’t want anyone seeing you like that. “Do you want to go to Madam Pomfrey?” he softly asked while rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand. You shook your head no “can we just go sit by the lake. I don’t want to go back and deal with everyone yet.” “Of course,” he replied.

Neville guided you over to the lake and you two rested under your favorite tree. There were no words exchanged between the two of you. Just comfortable silence and a telepathic-like connection that told you that everything was going to be alright. Neville rubbed soothing circles on your back as you lay your head on his lap. You don’t know how long you two stayed there but you soon realized that you must have fallen asleep because it was nearly dusk and you were in Neville’s arms walking back to the castle.

He carried you back to your common room and up to your dorm. Neville layed you down on your bed and tucked you into the covers. He made his way to the door but stopped when he heard you call out his name. “Hey, Nev? Could you maybe stay? I just don’t want to be alone right now.” “Oh, uh sure,” he said making his way back to you. He didn’t want to make you feel bad for seeming hesitant because honestly, he would love nothing more than to stay with you. However, the last thing he would want to do is to make you uncomfortable or seem like he was taking advantage of you in your time of distress. Plus with his massive crush on you, he gets incredibly nervous any time something remotely intimate or romantic occurs between you two. But he swallowed his nerves and kicked off his shoes to be there for you when you need him most. He would do anything for you. He crawled under the covers and kept a substantial amount of space between you two though honestly, the school-issued dorm beds weren’t that big.

You didn’t say a word but gently turned over so you were facing away from Neville. You scooted closer to him and in a moment of bravery grabbed his hand from the opposite side of the bed and pulled it over you so you two were cuddling. You let out a sigh of relief partly from Neville not pulling away and partly from finally finding some peace from the stress of the day.

“Neville?” you called out. “Yes y/n,” he called back. “Thank you for keeping me safe.” and soon after those few words left your mouth in the still silence of the room, you were asleep.

Neville let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and bravely planted a kiss on the top of your head. Maybe he really was a Gryffindor after all.

#neville x y/n #neville longbottom #neville x reader #neville fluff #neville longbottom imagine #neville longbottom fic #neville appreciation #hogwarts #harry potter #harry potter fic

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writingxfootballl · 3 years

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know that it’s you (g.w.)

(ginny weasley x reader)

it only took seven years for you to get your happy ending.

warnings: mentions of death, light cursing, men, sarcasm, and no capitalization

word count: ~2.5k

a/n: first hp fic! hope i did okay- i tried my best to capture ginny’s character but it’s not perfect <3

format inspired by @ravenclawwriting ‘s masterpiece- “turning time”

title- hold on, flor

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first year

the aura of confidence she gives off smacks you straight in the face when she passes by you on the platform.

not that you needed any help noticing her.

her flowing red hair caught your eye almost immediately.

oh how you wished to be her friend.

“gryffindor!”

you let out a sigh of relief.

slowly you pick yourself up and walk to the table, where the pretty red headed girl is sitting.

she looks up and smiles at you, gesturing for you to take a seat next to her.

when you do, she sticks out her hand and introduces herself.

“ginny weasley.”

taking her hand, you do the same.

“y/n y/ln.”

when ginny goes missing later that year, you blame yourself.

you should’ve noticed that she was getting quieter and quieter.

you should’ve noticed that she would be gone for hours.

you should’ve noticed.

when she disappears for a few days, she takes your heart with her.

so when harry fucking potter swoops in and saves her, you let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, and it feels like your heart can finally beat normally again.

second year

now that you got her back, you were inseparable.

screw fred and george, you were the new duo at hogwarts.

just kidding, no one could beat the iconic mischief seeking twins, but you sure gave professors a run for their money.

the red headed girl always seemed to have something up her sleeve, and no matter good or bad, you followed her.

that summer, you’re invited to the burrow for the first time.

the two of you share a room, and what started out as separate beds and shy company slowly turned into fleeting glances and lingering touches.

hand holding, cheek kisses and cuddling, all the “platonic” displays of affection.

and then, ginny invites you to the quidditch world cup.

you’ve never been a quidditch fan, but you’d go a thousand times over if she asked you.

really, you’d do a lot of things if she asked you.

third year

you can see her concern for harry when he gets drawn for the triwizard tournament.

it makes you want to rip his head off.

and then, slowly, you begin to notice it all.

how when you were constantly staring at ginny, her eyes followed a certain boy’s every move.

how she’s a flushed, nervous, bumbling wreck around him, so different from the confident and assured girl you knew.

it makes you want to rip his head off even more.

but you don’t know why.

harry’s always been a nice guy.

arrogant, sure, but a nice guy, certainly someone you shouldn’t hate.

so you ask hermione.

the golden girl just laughs when you tell her.

“oh, my dear y/n, you’re just jealous.”

now you’re even more confused.

“jealous? why would i be jealous?”

hermione chuckles a little bit and looks up from her book.

“you fancy her y/n.”

you scoff a little at that.

“me? fancying ginny? no way!”

hermione rolls her eyes and motions for you to leave her to her studying, before mumbling quietly:

“no wonder you were sorted into gryffindor and not ravenclaw.”

you’re determined to somehow prove hermione wrong.

so when seamus asks you to the ball, you consider accepting.

but then you think about ginny.

your sweet, beautiful ginny.

you tell him you’ll get back to him, before running across the school to the courtyard, where you know she’s at.

your question somehow makes it through the panted breaths and heaves.

“would you like to go to the yule ball with me?”

ginny’s face splits into a grin.

“i would love to.”

when you see ginny at the ball, you have to remember how to breathe.

“you look stunning.”

ginny blushes a little at your compliment.

“so do you.”

your heart races in your chest at her words.

you clear your throat at the silence that follows and-

“so, shall we dance?”

you smile and nod graciously, taking her hand and following.

with one of her hands on your waist and the other tightly clasped in yours, hermione’s words flash in your mind.

“you fancy her y/n.”

your eyes meet and you can’t believe you’ve never taken the time to admire how much of a golden honey color they are.

but then.

of course.

“hey um- could i speak to you ginny?”

dean fucking thomas.

ginny lets go of you almost immediately.

she glances at you apologetically, and despite the nagging ache in your chest, you nod and let her go.

after she leaves with him, the rest of the ball passes in a blur, where you can’t focus on anything else except the tenuous strain of your heart.

maybe hermione was right after all.

fourth year

turns out hermione was right.

so very very right.

ginny had you wrapped around her finger.

and for the most part, this year wasn’t bad.

with the exception of dean of course.

when he comes into the picture, it shatters you.

but she couldn’t know that.

so you listened to her talk about him, biting back the i could treat you better from the tip of your tongue.

despite the fact that ginny has a boyfriend, the two of you grow closer.

you’re both members of the DA, helping each other with spells and practicing in your free time.

“ugh gin it’s not working-“

ginny rolls her eyes at you.

“it’s not that hard y/nn, do you want to watch me do it again?”

you nod enthusiastically and ginny giggles a little.

“alright move aside then.”

you move and watch from the side, somehow ending up eyeing along her side profile rather than watching her hex.

eyebrows furrowed, lip bitten in concentration-

dear godric she’s so pretty-

“y/n are you even watching?!”

you shake your head and blush before stuttering out:

“u-uh, s-sorry could you d-do it again?”

ginny watches you with an amused smirk and takes a step in, closer to you.

“you’re kind of cute you know that?”

her finger tracing your jaw, she emphasizes the end of her sentence with a pop and a nose tap.

your mouth drops open, and all the blood in your body rushes to your cheeks.

ginny steps away and seeing that you were still frozen there, turns back and teases:

“aw come on y/n, the bat bogey hex isn’t going to learn itself now is it?”

merlin, this girl was going to be the death of you.

when ginny tells you she broke up with dean, you want to go out and scream in happiness.

but instead, you stay put and say, “aw gin im so sorry, i’ll be here if you need me.”

you’re woken up later that night when ginny crawls into bed with you.

with her face buried in your neck and her hands wrapped loosely around your waist, you can’t help the smile teasing the corners of your lips.

it’s everything you’ve ever asked for.

fifth year

then, fifth year happens.

you could see harry and ginny growing closer and closer, and it felt like she was leaving you behind.

your weekly hogsmeade trips slowly became less and less intimate, as the golden trio began joining the two of you.

a butterbeer was poked at mindlessly with a straw by you at the three broomsticks, all while listening to ginny chat with harry, and ron chat with hermione.

it doesn’t surprise you when ginny and harry disappear together after a little while.

it doesn’t surprise you when ginny starts spending less time in your room, and more time in his.

it doesn’t surprise you when you spot ginny with her head on his shoulder one day.

it doesn’t surprise you, but it still stings.

it stings a lot.

sixth year

the golden trio is gone for almost the entirety of this year.

before they leave, harry breaks up with ginny, and she doesn’t react really.

she accepts it.

but you’re there for her even if she says she’s fine and she doesn’t need it.

then one day, she needs it.

you walk into your room to see her sitting on her bed.

it takes you a second to realize she’s crying.

you’re by her side immediately.

“oh gin- what’s wrong?”

she doesn’t say anything, just turning to you and without a word, you wrap your arms around her.

and you stay like that for a while.

when she goes quiet, you whisper out:

“gin?”

and then you realize she’s fallen asleep.

you try to bite back your poorly contained smile, gently guiding the girl off your shoulder and onto your lap.

you softly tuck a loose, fiery red strand behind her ear, a blush lightly tinting your cheeks when she exhales softly in her sleep.

merlin, i love you.

your cheeks flush even more when she grasps the front of your robes, pulling herself even closer to you.

with your heart hammering in your chest, it’s a wonder ginny hasn’t woken up yet.

you pull out your transfiguration textbook quietly, and try your best to focus on the page, rather than the girl laying there on your lap.

it doesn’t work.

but for once, all is well.

eventually, you get absorbed into your studies, distracted enough to miss the girl on your lap beginning to stir.

your brows are furrowed as you scribble down the last words of your essay, and you bring your quill up to your lips before ginny’s hand gently pushes them away, startling you.

“don’t do that, you’ll stain your teeth.”

you blush sheepishly and drop your hand.

“you’re awake.”

ginny smiles.

“well i’m talking to you aren’t i?”

you grin softly.

“i suppose you are.”

ginny rolls her eyes and sighs, her brown eyes locking with yours immediately after.

her hand comes up to tuck a loosed strand of hair behind your ear and suddenly, the air seems to thicken.

for a moment, neither of you move, too caught up in each other’s eyes.

when ginny’s eyes drop down to your lips you can hear your breath catch in your throat.

you feel yourself being pulled in by some invisible force, your eyes dropping down-

then neville knocks on the door, and just like that, the spell is broken.

“y/n- oh hey ginny.”

ginny sits up and darts away from you so quickly you would’ve missed it if you blinked.

“what’s up nev?”

neville shuffles nervously.

“sorry for catching you at a bad time- um it’s just that professor mcgonagall wanted to see-.”

“all right i’ll be there in a minute.”

neville nods and then, it’s back to the two of you.

it’s quiet for a moment before you both speak.

“you should-“

“i really-“

both of you stop and flush a little before you continue.

“i really should go see what that was about.”

ginny nods and gestures for you to leave.

and you do, not before taking her hand and pulling her up into a tight hug.

“i’ll see you later?”

ginny nods.

“yeah. later.”

when the golden trio returns to hogwarts and all hell breaks loose, the two of you are separated.

in fact, you haven’t seen most of the weasleys since the war began.

you’re left alone with neville for the majority of the fight, and you spend most of it worrying about ginny.

one day when you’re just walking along the edge of the forbidden forest, you catch a glimpse of red hair on the opposite side of the field.

your breath catches in your throat.

as you get closer, you can tell who it is.

and then you start running.

your body almost collides with hers as you wrap your arms around her.

at first, there’s relief.

“you’re here you’re here you’re-“

ginny shushes you and pulls you in tighter, drawing out the sob you tried to hard to keep down.

then the relief turns to anger.

and frustration.

you pull away from the hug abruptly and ginny sends a confused look your way.

“ginevra molly weasley! if you ever, ever do that again i’ll-“

“aw, seems like someone missed me.”

you scoff.

“don’t joke! i thought you were killed- gin you have no idea i was so worried- worried about where you were, what you did-“

the rest of your confession is cut off when ginny grabs your tattered tie, pulls you in, and kisses you.

it’s quick.

lips unmoving, it’s really more of a peck than a kiss.

but it still hit you the same way.

ginny pulls back abruptly when you don’t react, but taking the smile that graced your lips as a good sign, leans back in.

this time, you’re ready for her.

your arms wrap around her neck, her’s falling to your waist, and finally, you’re content.

it’s soft and sweet and then there’s tongue and lips and teeth and you really can’t believe this is happening-

“hey y/n! quit snogging my sister!”

ron’s exclamation startles you.

you flush red, and break the kiss, trying to pull away from ginny out of embarrassment, but she keeps an arm firmly attached to your waist.

hermione grins next to ron.

“about time you two. about time.”

harry defeats he who must not voldemort in probably what is the most anticlimactic final battle ever.

but just like that,

the war’s over.

seventh year

propped against a tree, ginny runs a hand through your hair, the other tangled with yours in front of your chest.

“hey.”

ginny smiles softly down at you.

“hey to you too.”

“i love you.”

the red headed girl smiles and leans down to give you a soft kiss before replying.

“i love you too y/n.”

your smile is almost blinding, and out of pure happiness, you confess:

“i’ve loved you since third year gin, did you know that?”

the red headed girl almost looks surprised.

“i was gross third year.”

you scoff and mutter:

“you could never be gross.”

ginny just laughs and leans down again.

“i love you y/n. i really do. i’m sorry it took so long for me to realize.”

you look up at your girlfriend with pure adoration in your eyes.

with her lips on yours and fingers tangled together, it felt like the world was finally at peace again.

ginevra weasley was your happily ever after.

cheesy ending, but i loved writing this one.. i hope you guys like it too <3

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vibraniumwing · 3 years

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what once was mine.

a neville longbottom x reader wherein the reader catches a disease that everyone fears to get, and when the former realizes what was happening, it was all too late.

WARNING: angst, hanahaki!au, mentions of death, major character death

A/N: okay so this is my own entry for my writing challenge !! the chaotic eggs were talking about hanahaki fics and i just couldn’t shake this idea off. i hate writing angst for this little bean but i JUST can’t let this go.

prompt: healing incantation from tangled.

word count: 3.2k

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Neville walked through the path of what was once his safe haven, the chilling air biting into his skin as he reached the only tree that was in the middle of the vast land that was littered with flowers.

For the beautiful place that once brought him joy, also gave him despair.

---

You and Nevile got along quite well due to the fact that the two of you grew up next to each other and that you’ve always had this special bond over plants— whether it be magical or just the normal kind— meaning that you mostly bonded over tending to the plants at the greenhouse and helping Professor Sprout during your free time.

He would usually teach you the magical properties of the plants you’ve studied for in Herbology while you teach him certain meanings and symbolisms for flowers that you’ve studied in your free time.

---

Neville was making his way to the greenhouse when he heard a gentle voice through the window, peeking through, he saw you gently spray the pots of dittany with water as you quietly sang,

“Flower, gleam and glow Let your power shine Make the clock reverse Bring back what once was mine”

He mesmerized by the way you carried out the song, capturing him in a trance as you continued to sing and tend to the plant, unaware of his presence,

“Heal what has been hurt Change the Fate's design Save what has been lost Bring back what once was mine”

Your voice growing more silent as you ended the song, only noticing his presence as you turn around and see him looking at you with a rather dazed expression, amazed at what you’ve performed in front of him.

“Nev! how long have you been there?” You question, nearly dropping the watering can, cheeks flushed at the realization that he heard you singing.

He smiled at you shyly, “Just enough to hear you sing, why have you never told me that you sing so well?” he questioned, jogging to the door and entered the greenhouse, the smile still evident on his lips.

You shied away from his gaze, “It just never came up as topic, besides my singing abilities aren’t that good.” you now answer, walking back to the table to return the canister and face him, crossing your arms as you lean on the table. “Now I’m guessing you want an answer to why I was singing to them?” Questioning him, motioning to the plants that was in front of you.

He sheepishly nodded, genuinely curious at your habit.

Taking a deep breath in, you started to explain, “When I was young, my mom would always sing me this song when she’s healing the small wounds I would get to distract me from the pain, telling me that this song helps to revive what once was in agony.” You answered, walking back over to gently hold the leaves of the magical plant in front of you.

“Then when I started to grow my own garden, I would sing the song to the flowers in my garden when they would show signs of wilting, as if to help them grow back. It’s silly, I know, but I just believe that it helps them in a way.” You finished explaining, looking back at him with an embarrassed expression, still in disbelief that he had finally caught you.

He looked at you incredulously, shocked that you think he would shame you for such a habit. “I don’t think that’s embarrassing, I honestly think it’s adorable.” tone filled with sincerity as he rubbed the nape of his neck, “I would love to learn that song too.”

That was your turn to look at him with disbelief, did he really want to learn the song because of you?

A huge grin soon came over your lips as you pulled out a tattered leather journal from your bag, handing it over to him. “I might consider teaching you the song if you learn these flowers with me.” You persuaded him, his hands now opening the notebook to see the hand-drawn flowers you’ve designed on the pages, it’s names and meanings beside it.

“You’ve got yourself a deal.”

---

“Hey (Y/N), what do these flowers symbolize?” He asked you one day, pointing to the page that had carnations decorating the page, the name and its meaning missing.

You leaned over and smiled sadly at the drawing, “Those are red carnations, Nev.” You started off, leaning on your chair as you continued, “You can see that the red varies from a light red hue to a much deeper and rich one, right? Well, the light red carnations symbolizes admiration while the deeper ones mean deep love and affection.”

He eagerly listened to your explanation, nodding once as he motioned for you to finish what you were saying, you bring your hand towards the white and striped variations of the same flower, “The white ones represent pure love and good luck while the striped ones are for the regret of a love one cannot share. “ You finished, giving him an accomplished look as he was amazed.

“Who knew a single flower and its colors have tons of meanings.” He commented, fingers gently grazing over the surface of the page as he looked at it with awe.

“Everything has meaning if you look at enough, Nev.”

---

As days passed by, you’ve bonded over the simple journal filled with flowers, spending hours upon hours showing him what they could mean to a person and how you can care for it.

as the days passed, you also felt your heart slowly sink in deeper into the emotions you swore to never tell.

---

You were passing by greenhouse when you heard a familiar tune carry out from the windows, stopping by the very last one, you peek to see Neville carefully tending to his Mimbulus Mimbetonia that he bought in that same year, gently watering the plant as he sang.

“Flower, gleam and glow Let your power shine Make the clock reverse Bring back what once was mine”

Admittedly, his voice wasn’t that good but the tenderness in every word he spoke had you swooning; your heart swelled with adoration as he continued to sing, unaware of how you were silently watching him.

You’ve made yourself content with that, just admiring him from the distance; loving him silently from the side.

---

The two of you were in the Great Hall, immersed yet in another session of flowers and symbols, you were explaining to him the meaning of Camellias when you’ve noticed he seemed to be out of focus, staring off into the distance.

You followed his gaze to the group of students who proudly wore their house color of blue, landing on a certain blonde girl who was eating her food quietly, caught in-between two chattering girls.

Upon realization, your throat started to itch, making you wince at the feeling. “Hey Neville, are you still with me?” You asked, clearing your airway as to ease out on the uneasy feeling stirring inside of you.

He instantly snapped out of it and looked back at you with a grin, “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. You were saying?” motioning you to continue, eyes now glued to the flower you had recently drawn.

“There are called camellias. Generally, they would symbolize love, affection and admiration to a person. However, like what I’ve explained before, the colors vary what their purpose.” You explained, hand reaching over to scratch your throat as the its irritation intensified, “For example, red would mean love and affection.”

Neville silently nodded, not noticing how you were struggling with your words, “and these are?” he asked, pointing to the pink ones that were alone by the corner of the page.

“Those are pink camellias, those signify a longing for someone,” You finished.

“Your knowledge on these never ceases to amaze me.”

---

Weeks passed and the irritation just worsened, confusing you to no end about what you may have eaten to cause such a state.

Until you were walking alongside with Neville until you coughed, feeling a rather foreign object in your mouth. You covered your mouth and looked at your friend with wide eyes before running to the lavatory, stumbling to the sink as you release whatever was in your mouth.

It was petals, and not just any petals, it was striped carnation petals.

You stared at the bunch in your hands, rather terrified of the beautiful red to white design it had.

---

Seemingly enough, every time you would cough up these little monsters, it would be whenever Neville would be looking or talking to Luna.

Your eyes looked at the amount of petals you had coughed up in just a week, filling the little jar you had hidden halfway through already. Everyday would be a new struggle for you as your breathing would get restricted more and more each time.

You sat by the window of your dorm and watched how the glass reflected in the moonlight, gently shaking the jar as you watch the petals flutter inside the case, remembering how you

You had some alone time after telling Neville that you would stay back at Hogwarts rather than go down at Hogsmeade, telling him that you were feeling a little under the weather for such activities.

He offered to stay back but you said no, telling him to go have fun and enjoy the rest of the day, to which he reluctantly agreed to and left with Seamus and Dean.

You wandered into the library in hopes at you would find something that would answer what you had been currently suffering with. Eyes quickly skimming through the various books until you came across one that explained muggle ailments and illnesses.

Scanning through the pages, your eyes had caught a picture of lungs that were slowly being filled with petals, “Hanahaki Disease...” you read out loud, your head pulsating at the realization of what you had caught, its severity causing you to tear up.

‘This disease is stemmed from a love you cannot receive back, the petals usually appear from a certain flower and reminds them of the person they hold dearest.’ You silently read, blinking through the tears as your fingers played with the carnations that laid rest inside your pocket.

“It’s severity may vary from petals to coughing up the full form of the flowers, the only known cure for this is aside from the reciprocation of love is the removal of the petals, however the devastating side-effect includes the loss of emotions for the said person. This is severely fatal for those who decide to leave it be, death be their mark for those who pretend not to see.” you whispered, fear creeping into your mind at the realization if you get this removed, your love for Neville will also leave

That’s when you’ve decided to leave what you have as it, choosing to endure what may come rather than to lose Neville.

Your hand clutched the container as sobs soon followed, tears freely flowing down your cheeks, “I’d rather fight and endure the pain may give me than to lose the love I have for you, Nev.”

and for the first time in what seems like forever, there were no petals that night.

---

You’ve decided to keep a notebook to keep track on the days you’ve survived with this living hell, writing down what happened within your day and if you have coughed up any petals; small bits and pieces of how you adore your best friend.

You were by the Greenhouse, hugging your cardigan closer to your body as you admired the beautiful flowers of a rather wilted aconite, drawing the plant as you quietly sang to yourself,

“Flower, gleam and glow Let your power shine Make the clock reverse Bring back what once was mine”

Bringing comfort to your rather irritated chest as someone joined along, your head whipped to where the sound came from, seeing Neville walk towards you with a rather warm smile, the same smile that you found comfort in, the same one that caused you to be in the predicament that you are right now.

“What are you drawing there?” He had asked, attempting to peek at the notebook which you closed rather quickly.

You shook your head and hugged the notebook close to your chest, “You can’t look into this yet, Nev. Not yet.” You had said before coughing once more, a single petal escaping your lips.

He looked at you with concern etched on his face, rubbing your back soothingly. “You’ve been coughing a lot lately, (Y/N), are you alright?” He asked, voice laced with worry as you nodded, giving him a smile as you held onto his hand.

“I’m all good, Neville, don’t worry. It’s just a cold that’s been sticking around for longer.”

---

You crossed out another date on the calendar you’ve made on your journal, signifying you have yet lived another day with this treacherous disease. It’s been three years since the first day you’ve coughed up petals and you still can’t believe you’ve lasted this long.

The longest record for this was for just 5 months, yet here you are now, marching on your way down to the Great Hall with your heart pounding at the realization that you were about to walk into another battle aside from your own.

As chaos soon ensued, you and Neville were on lookout by the other end of the wooden bridge, on the lookout for the pack of death eaters that were bound to invade the castle that way. You were both staring out into the rather pitch black valley, you were chewing the inside of your cheek as your hands grip on the railing, “Nev, before we both get into this, I just want you to know-”

You were about to confess what you felt for him when a loud rumble of feet interrupted, making you both alert and grip onto your wands as you looked into the distance. You grabbed his hand the moment you saw the death eaters viciously towards the entrance when three of them just obliterated into nothing making the rest halt in their tracks,

Neville gave you a knowing look, a rather victorious smile on his lips, “Yeah?! You and whose army?!”, taunting the large crowd who stopped in their tracks. Yet when a single flare landed on Scabior’s want, you immediately tugged on his sleeve, “Nev, we have to run.” as the death eaters rushed inside the gatehouse.

You instantly took the lead, the both of you fleeing the bridge while avoiding the spells the snatcher was casting on the both of you while Neville casted a few spells to blow up the bridge.

You were the first one to the end, watching how the bridge fell as your friend disappeared from your sight, “Neville!” You shrieked, Seamus holding you back as you coughed, your throat not handling the rather strenuous thing.

You struggled in Seamus’ grip, sobbing at the thought that your friend might have plummeted to his death when his want re-emerged from where the bridge cut off, his head soon popping out as he supported himself on the ledge, “That went well.” He groaned.

You wiped your tears and ran towards him, helping him up as you cupped his face, eyes searching any bruises he might have. “Nev, don’t ever scare me like that again.” You sobbed, not minding the fact that every time you had to take a sharp inhale, it felt like glass was being pushed into your lungs because of the flowers growing within your chest.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, breath heaving in lots of air as he felt the adrenaline course through his veins, “I’m okay, (Y/N/N). I promise.” he assured, smiling at you rather happily.

“Hey I hate to break your moment but we have to get back inside the castle now” Ginny spoke up, motioning the two of you to go and stand up. You both looked at each other and stood up, running along with her into the school as you maneuvered through the sea of students trying to flee the scene.

“What were you trying to say earlier, (Y/N)?” Neville had finally asked, glancing at you as he bumped into another student again, you shook your head, choosing not to speak up about your emotions in a time like this, “I’ll tell you once this thing is over, just promise me you’ll stay alive” You said back, giving him a smile which he mirrored, understanding what you meant.

“Ginny! Neville! (Y/N)! Are you alright?” Harry’s voice soon rang in your ears, watching how Harry took the lass by his side and looked at the both of you with expectancy. You gave him a mere nod while the other spoke up, “Never better! I feel like I could spit fire! You haven’t seen Luna, have you?”

Harry looked at him confused, “Luna?” “I’m mad for her! ‘Think it’s about time I told her since we’d probably both be dead by dawn!” Neville exclaimed, giving you a small pat on the back as he ran up the stairs.

You suddenly felt your airway constrict more as you violently coughed, hunching over as a bunch of petals escaped your mouth, a bit of your own blood trailing down your mouth as you looked at Ginny who was talking with Harry. Despite the painful ringing in your ear and your ragged breath, you shouted at the both of them, “I’ll go this way! Be safe, the both of you!” before running off into the distance, fighting your way through the crowd.

You didn’t know where your feet would take you as you ran until you reached a deserted hallway, making you finally collapse on the floor as you spat out buds of the beautiful carnation and even the flower in its full form.

With a shaky hand, you grasp onto in, heaving in your last breath before blacking out.

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When you woke up next, you heard a voice quietly sing albeit the hoarseness present in it, you found the sense of familiarity in every word,

“Flower, gleam and glow Let your power shine Make the clock reverse Bring back what once was mine”

The song was cut off by a sob, causing you to stir as your vision was invaded by the bright light, looking down at what seems to be a distraught Neville. “H-Hey.” You managed to croak, wincing at the pain it caused you.

He looked up at you with bloodshot eyes, “Why didn’t you tell me, (Y/N)? Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, crying harder as you brought your hand up to wipe his tears, silencing his sobs as you sang for one last time,

“Heal what has been hurt Change the Fate's design Save what has been lost Bring back what once was mine”

Tears of your own spilled as you realized that you have finally reached your end, that with every inhale that you took the exhales got shorter. You weakly cupped his cheek, smiling softly. “I didn’t want you to worry so much, seeing you happy was enough for me.” You explained, eyes exploring the ruins of the Great Hall for one last time.

“Because I’d rather die knowing that I loved someone as great as you, Neville. I’m sorry.” your answer cut off by coughing up the final camellia that escaped your system, giving it to him as you softly sang before drifting off, the cries of what once was your first love floating away.

“What once… was mine.”

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show-choir-gal · 3 years

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Preference: How They React to You Having the Dark Mark (HP Boys)

Harry: harry would be in utter shock, not quite sure how to react. Your eyes were all red and puffy. You were forced to do this, you didn't have a choice. But you said that already and didn't want to keep repeating yourself in hopes this isn't reality, in hopes that this is just a very messed up dream. "I'm - I - I'm so sorry..." You kept quietly uttering Tears kept falling from your cheeks to the floor. Your head still hanging low, not wanting to look him in the eyes. You heard him about to say something, but then stop. There was a moment of silence, a moment that seemed to go on for years in your head. Suddenly, the door opens and slams shut. You roll down your sleeve as you fall to the floor, tears falling faster than ever as you silently sob in your room...alone.

Ron: You were sitting on Ron's bed, tears streaming down your face. Ron was angrily pacing the room back and forth, clearly wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say or how to phrase it. Your hand was clutching your arm, as you silently sobbed. "I don't- I- I..." Ron tried to mutter out. He grew frustrated and threw some books across the room. Once those books fell and left a thick silence, you pulled your sleeve down, wiped your tears and pushed right past Ron and left the room. You couldn't be around him like this. He needed time and both of you knew that.

Draco: Draco had just admitted to you that he had the Dark Mark. He was so scared that you were going to leave him but he couldn't hold it in anymore. This wasn't fair that you didn't know. For a while, there was silence where both of you had silent tears hitting the ground. You couldn't hold it in much longer. "Draco..." You uttered before holding your breath and lifting up your sleeve. He looked at you arm and then into your eyes in utter disbelief. He ran and embraced you and you let out the breath you were holding. "They made me do it, they held me down." You said in between sobs. Draco embraced you tighter, "They promised they wouldn't touch you if I complied... I'm so sorry my love." He said, also in between sobs.

George: As soon as you told George, he immediately left. You sunk to the ground by the edge of the Black Lake. You hated this but you weren't given the choice, you had no choice in this. You were sobbing for what seemed like hours, crying to the point where tears could no longer be produced. This hurt more, hurting George hurt more than anything you've ever experienced. You did this so he wouldn't be targeted more than he was. You had to tell him eventually, you knew that. You didn't expect this reaction, but you also didn't know how he would react. You were crying at the lake as long as you could still see the sun. Once the sun was setting, you got up and wiped your tears, and headed back to the castle.

Fred: You were standing by the window, looking out as tears streamed down your swollen face. Fred was sitting in his desk chair, a contemplative look on his face, folded hands, and his left leg bouncing. Neither of you knew what to do at this point. You hoped that whatever he was thinking, he knew you would never make that choice unless you were forced to. You heard the leg stop bouncing and him getting up. You were sure he was going to leave and your head fell down and you sobbed. Suddenly, you feel arms wrap around you from the side. He rested his forehead on your temple, "I know this wasn't your choice. We'll figure this out...I know we will...We always have." He said as he placed a kiss to your temple.

Neville: As soon as he saw your arm, his face dropped. You quickly put your sleeve back down and looked away, not wanting to see what Neville could be thinking. You know what they did to his parents, but you had no choice. If you didn't do this, they were going to target him and you couldn't let that happen. "Why?" Neville asked, starting to choke on that simple question, not wanting to cry. "I didn't have a choice. They wanted to kill you, they wanted you dead... They said if I went through with it... you wouldn't be a target..." You said as you finally let tears start to fall from your burning eyes. Silence was filled with a few tears hitting the ground every so often, not in any particular pattern. Neither of you knew what to do, so you two just stared and tried to figure out where to go from here in your own heads.

Oliver: "How could you do this to me..to us?!" Oliver screamed and he paced back and forth in the changing room. "This isn't about you Oliver! Well, it is, but not the way you think!" You screamed back. But this wasn't the same type of scream, this was a scream for understanding. "Then what was it for? Explain!" He screamed back. Tears fell, and started to fall harder and harder, "They wanted to kill you Oli. They wanted you dead. I did this so they wouldn't kill you...so I wouldn't lose you...that way!" You screamed back with so much emotion as you pointed to your mark, "I couldn't live with myself if I let that happen." You said has you just fell to the ground, sobbing. Olivers face went from anger, to pain. He wasn't expecting that answer. He sat on the bench, trying not to let tears fall. He couldn't even fathom the thought of you doing *that* for him. He was hurt, because he made the situation burst like this.

Cedric: You told him, you blurted it out. You couldn't hold it in any longer, you had to tell him. Cedric was already being targeted, your parents said that if you agreed he would no longer be targeted. Your father had no mercy, but your mother did. "If I didn't do this, they were going to kill you. I couldn't let that happen..." You said as you suddenly broke down in tears. Cedric took it all in as he rubbed your back, comforting you like he always had before. "I didn't want to do it..." "I didn't want to do it..." "I didn't want to do it..." You kept repeating through sobs. Cedric moved your head so he could look you in the eyes, "I know you wouldn't do this if you didn't have to. I don't love you any less. We'll get through this." He said as he wiped the tears off your cheeks. You threw yourself to him in the biggest embrace you've ever given him. You didn't think you deserved this unconditional love.

Seamus: He didn't say anything, but actions always speak louder than words. Seamus threw a few things around the room, he looked at you, wanted to say something but just left the room and slammed the door behind him. You lost it. You started to sob, you let it all out. After what seemed like hours, you decided that crying wouldn't solve anything else at this point. You dried your tears and headed towards Hogsmeade. You decided that you needed some alone time in a comforting spot to think wisely. You headed over to Madam Puddifoot's tea shop and ordered just a simple black Earl Grey. You sat by yourself, trying to think of what to do next but you were too distracted by all the happy couples going on dates.

Dean: He just stood there, in complete and utter silence. He didn't know how to react, how to feel...he just didn't know. You didn't blame him. You didn't wan this to happen, but it did and you couldn't run away from it anymore. You were on the couch of the common room, just staring, you didn't know what else to do. "I don't expect this..uhm...us to ever be normal. I just want you to know that this wasn't a choice, I was forced. It may not change how or what you're feeling... I understand that. I would understand if you didn't want to be with me, I would completely understand..." You said, still staring, not knowing what to do. Dean snapped out of his trance and sat next to you, he took your hands, "We'll figure this out...together. Being rash in a time like this won't do either of us any good." He said. You placed your head on his shoulder, he placed his head atop yours.

Marcus: He didn't how to feel, mainly because he couldn't tell how you felt. You blurted it out and just stared at the fireplace. "Uhmmm... Should I say congratulations? Or are you sad? I- I don't know what do. I don't know how you feel." He said as he sat right next to you. You turned to him and had tears streaming down your swollen cheeks, a little annoyed at his response. "I take it that this is not a good thing. Alright," He said as he brought you in for a big embrace, "We'll get through this baby. I swear we will. I promise." He said as he placed a kiss on the top of your head and rubbed your back as you held him tight, relieved that he still loves you unconditionally.

Percy: His reaction was your worst nightmare. What he said has been playing in your head for hours. "We're done." He said as he left the room. That scene played through you until you heard your stomach grumble. You wiped the tears off your face and walked to the dining hall to have dinner. As you walked in, all eyes went to you and you just walked with a heavy foot to your place at the Slytherin table next to Draco. You eyed Percy, who had had his eyes fixated on you. "How did he react?" Draco asked in a whisper. Your lips quivered and you clenched your jaw, "We're done. It's over." Draco's face got red and he stood up angrily, you pulled him down harshly, "No." You said sternly, still looking at Percy, who looked away.

Viktor: He embraced you, not caring that you were trying to push him away. "Why do you still want me? I'm disgusting, I'm-" You started saying before he cut you off, "You're not like this. I know you so well. This isn't you. I'm going to stay by your side while we et the old you back." He said as he embraced you tighter. If anyone was going to love you unconditionally, it was Viktor. He attended Durmstrang, this wasn't a surprise for him but he knew you much better and refused to let you go through this alone.

Charlie: You approached Charlie as he was reading notes for Care of Magical Creatures in the classroom, that was his favourite spot to study. "What is wrong my love?" He said as he put his notes away. You broke down and let it all out so fast you were out of breath by the end. You were panting and sobbing and Charlie ran over to catch you before you hit the ground. "I had no choice! I had no choice!" You kept screaming over and over again. You didn't want to lose him. Charlie meant everything to you. "Alright," He said "We'll figure this out. How about we go eat and then we can figure this out. But I assure you, you will not lose me." He finished as he pulled you up, dusted both of you off, and leading you to the dining hall. "Are you sure?" You asked. "I am more than sure my love." He replied, wiping the tears from your face.

Blaise: Even though you knew he wouldn't hate you, because Draco also has the mark after all, the thought still lingered. You went to his room to talk to him. Draco was in there but as soon as you walked in, he knew. He got up and left the room, but not before patting your shoulder as reassurance that you'll be okay no matter what. "What's up babe? Draco said you had something to tell me." He asked as he moved the chair Draco was just in closer to him. You sat and took a deep breath. A tear streamed down your face as you started to roll your sleeve up. He placed a hand on your arm, signalling you to stop. "You don't need to cry my love, it's okay. I still love you. This won't make me love you any less." He said as he touched where the mark was. "I had a feeling they would get to you sooner or later, I didn't want them too but as soon as Draco showed me his I knew you wouldn't be too far afterwards." He said as he pulled you onto his lap and he started to rub your back. "I was so scared you wouldn't want to be with me." You said through sniffles. He let out a chuckle, "There are only a few things that would make me even contemplate leaving you, and this is nowhere near any of those." He said as he kissed your cheek.

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 . 𝒐𝒏𝒆 . 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 .

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“he looks so like james! i mean, remus, can you believe it?! his eyes are exactly the same, just like lily’s! you talked to him on the train, you saved him—what is he like?”

and remus smiled at her, shaking his head. he hadn’t seen lucy this happy in years—and it was as if they were young again, as if the horror had never happened.

she had fiercely loved harry since he was born. all she had wanted since lily and james passed was to be able to take him in. harry gave her hope.

“exactly as you would expect him to be, and that was only at the first impression,” he was leaned against the desk in his new office, and lucy had insisted on helping him unpack.

remus had almost forgotten she had dimples.

“i will never forgive albus for not letting me take him in, moony—“ she cut herself off, quickly, very quickly, almost as if she were scared.

and lucy potter was scared.

she never used their old names. not until dumbledore dubbed her professor vulpes—and that wasn’t her, it wasn’t. she was playing a part.

but remus lupin smiled and it just about broke her heart.

“vulpes,” he said it warmly, as if greeting an old friend. in some ways, he reckoned, he was.

“moony,” she repeated. lucy potter was reminded about what it felt like to be young.

to new beginnings, he thought to himself, as he sipped his hot chocolate.

it was the first day of term, the first time that the third year students filed in the room—and lucy potter was almost scared to see him. harry potter: the only other potter in the school—the only other potter left.

the first few lessons went smoothly, and remus was, amazing, she thought. absolutely amazing.

harry walked in, looking skeptical, accompanied by a ginger-haired boy—a weasley, she knew it.

the potters loved their gingers, didn’t they?

harry’s eyes scanned the room and stopped at his aunt, who smiled.

she wanted nothing more than to run up, to hug him tightly, to cry. she wanted to apologize for not being able to take him in, she needed to know if he could ever forgive her.

harry deserved to know everything about his parents. harry deserved to know remus, to know her, as well.

sometimes lucy liked to think that she deserved to know him, too.

the wardrobe that she and remus had pulled out began to shake, and she saw a few of the students step back, eyes wide, some faces paling.

rising from her place, she walked forward, giving a little wave as she stood beside remus.

“welcome,” remus began, nodding at the crowd. “i am professor lupin—it is very nice to meet you all.”

“i’m professor vulpes,” she added. the name still sounded foreign on her tongue. “lovely to meet you!”

the cabinet shook once more.

“ah, i suppose that’s our cue to begin the lesson, yes?” remus asked, rhetorically. “intriguing, isn’t it?” he paused. “would anyone like to venture to guess as to what is inside?”

“that’s a boggart, that is.”

“very good, mr. thomas,” remus praised. “now, does anybody know what a boggart looks like?”

“nobody knows,” a girl’s voice spoke, and lucy realized it was hermione granger, the student using a time turner to take as many classes as she could. admirable.

“when’d she get here?!” ron weasley demanded. harry seemed to have good friends—apparently, the three of them were an infamous trio.

“boggarts are shape shifters,” she continued, ignoring ron. “they take shape of whatever a particular person fears most. that’s what makes them so—“

“—so terrifying,” remus finished, smiling. “yes, yes, yes.”

the students were soon practicing the riddikulus charm, wandless, and still flinching when the wardrobe shook.

neville longbottom was called forward by remus—another reminder of the past that made lucy want to cry.

it was marleen who had managed to find the mead—and dorcas’ idea to mix it with juice.

the girls were all laughing, gossiping, talking about their love lives. lucy was laying across lily’s lap, looking up at alice.

“frank?” alice questioned, again, with lily nodding at her. “i’ll have babies with him, mark my words.”

remus encouraging him made her smile. she was unable to keep that adoration out of her face—remus was infallibly kind.

alice and frank would have been so proud.

but her blood boiled, it absolutely boiled, when neville admitted his biggest fear was snape.

“frightens all,” remus remarked, among the laughter of neville’s peers.

“truly,” she added, winking at neville. she never approved of her brother and... his best friend... bullying severus—but he was cruel.

thus, lucy laughed the loudest when she saw him in mrs. longbottom’s clothing, and beamed at the smile that neville wore. he looked like alice.

the children formed a line as remus put a record on the phonograph. remus loved jazz—and she had grown fonder of it as well. she couldn’t listen to a lot of the music she used to.

“now, i want everyone to picture the thing they fear the very most, and turn it into something funny. ron!”

snape instantaneously transformed into a giant spider, and ron looked absolutely petrified, hesitating a few seconds longer than he should have.

“you’ve got it, ron!” lucy exclaimed, nodding at him. “think of something funny, come on!”

“riddikulus!” the spider suddenly had skates on each of its eight legs, making it slide around the floor. ron high-fived harry as he made his way to the back of the line.

pavarti patil feared snakes, seamus finnegan feared banshees, and dean thomas’s boggart took the form of a disembodied, living hand.

she tensed when harry stepped up—and remus caught her eye.

as the boggart shifted, fear began to fill harry’s eyes, as well—and it increased when the boggart took the form of a dementor.

without thinking, lucy bolted from her seat to stand in front of him—and her boggart took form.

a black dog.

“riddikulus!” she shouted, forcing her voice to sound calm and willing her body not to shake.

padfo—the dog turned into a plush toy, and remus came to her shoulder to send the boggart into the wardrobe and lock it with the flick of his wrist.

“alright, well, sorry about that! that’s enough for today, why don’t you all collect your books from the back of the class? that’s the end of the lesson, thank you!”

the students groaned, and remus began lecturing on how you shouldn’t have too much of a good thing.

lucy turned, facing harry, and patted his shoulder. he looked a bit put out, and she was suddenly worried her protectiveness had embarrassed him.

“it’s alright, harry,” she assured him, a maternal smile on her face. her first time speaking to her nephew in more than a decade, and it was impossible not to feel shaken. “at least your boggart wasn’t a dog.”

remus wasn’t like the others.

james would have been the one to ask if she wanted to talk about it.

peter would have beat around the bush trying to decide if he should ask her.

remus just offered for her to not sit in for the next few lessons. she refused. he smiled, and hugged her.

and he... if he were there, he would have just demanded to know. and she would have told him. she always told him.

lucy refused to even think his name—and when she did, it felt like hell. then there were the memories—the memories, oh god, they burned.

a wolf, a stag, a rat, a fox, and... a dog.

five people trying to fit under the same cloak. the black lake during sunset. running from the source of the noise. sleepovers in the wrong dorm, and late night trips to the kitchens.

the mandrake leaves james stole that they had to keep in their mouths for an entire month, and her crying from frustration if she failed. the silvery glow of the full moon while they stared out onto the grounds until morning, waiting for when they could run to the hospital wing.

the precious time spent with lily. study sessions turned to giggles and long conversations. the two of them were thick as thieves, and lucy never pushed her to james. in fact, she smacked her in the back of the head when she admitted her feelings for him. lily evans loved kate bush and the grease soundtrack. she showed her the muggle way of life—which lucy adored.

she found sisters within alice, marlene, and dorcas. alice was bold behind her sweet face and gave the best advice. marlene had everyone wrapped around her finger in the best possible way. dorcas had a quiet charm, similar to remus’, and she was unspeakably in love with marlene... who in turn was unspeakably in love with dorcas.

her brother flirting with lily. lucy would race him through the halls, from filch, and whoever was caught would take the fall. their strange twin code of conduct, their togetherness and alliance to each other—only broken by trying to push each other off of brooms at quidditch practice. he was protective, but never smothered her. she remembered them crying from happiness when they finally were able to transform into their animagi forms. they had a very similar laugh. james was her ride-or-die.

convincing peter to let her pierce his ear. scrawled notes being passed through class—he was a great confidant, and she would hold his secrets just as well. she had punched snape in the face, she had lost her control, just because he had brought peter’s name up. he was great at charms, great at giving advice.

laying on remus’ shoulder after the full moon, reading the same book with him, even if he had to pause while she finished the page. sharing snacks, genuine, true laughter and happiness, and giving him innocent, feather-light kisses on his facial scars to make him smile. rambling conversations, messy notes hidden between pages of books and under pillows. his ability to separate her from the trouble they found.

and...

muggle rock music. cigarettes. making his family’s lives hell. barked laughter and stupid dares. he always insisted she was his favorite potter—unless she worked with the other boys against him. the promise of forming a band. when he grabbed her wrists and shushed her—she’d ruin their cover, they were supposed to be hiding from filch. the cold hands in hers while they ran from the scene of the crime.

crime.

and she was back in reality, sitting in remus’ office with him while he planned lessons.

“do you remember the mandrake leaves?” she had asked, in a very small voice, as if he wouldn’t remember, though she knew it was impossible for him to forget.

remus ran a hand over his face.

“i remember well, lucy,” he sighed. “you were too hard on yourself.”

swallowing, and willing her voice not to shake, she stared at him before speaking.

“we all were... but he was harder on himself, remember? he would get mad, start kicking things and trying not to cry.”

remus lupin’s eyes were far away.

it hurt him too.

eventually, they walked to the great hall for dinner.

harry potter wanted to put together the pieces.

a black dog. the black dog.

he had seen that dog, he had gotten the grim, and it was their new professor’s greatest fear?

he knew the expression on her face—it was the one he, himself, wore when he was scared.

harry wanted to believe in coincidences, but doing that when he was harry potter wasn’t the best idea.

“professor vulpes,” ron began, from his seat on the couch. “she’s kind of fit, isn’t she?”

hermione sighed, rolling her eyes. “honestly, ronald, of all the things... i’m confused as to why she’s even here.”

harry raised an eyebrow at her.

“well,” hermione began, sounding very slightly unsure. “i’m sure if dumbledore thinks it’s smart for her to be here, it must be alright... but we’ve never needed two professors for one class.”

“i mean, he said she’s helping lupin, isn’t he?” harry added. “i like professor lupin, i feel like he’ll be the best teacher we’ve had. and vulpes... she seems nice, too.”

“i agree,” hermione told him, hastily. “it’s just that it seems a bit weird, is all...”

“she seemed to know lupin pretty well,” ron commented. harry and hermione looked over.

“well, it just seems like they’re familiar with each other. they’re in perfect step with each other, almost, did you notice? they watch each other. and why did she run in front of harry like that?”

“i dunno,” harry grumbled. “maybe trying to save me from embarrassment?”

hermione rolled her eyes. “or, she could be trying to help you?”

“i don’t know,” harry still had a twinge of bitterness in his tone. “she seems familiar to me, though.”

“hmm.”

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yall, when I tell you that the forces of nature did not want me to post this, fr. First, it gets deleted when my laptop randomly restarted, and then I accidentally press “answer privately” when it wasn’t finished BHDJFS

In light of those events, I sincerely apologize to @swagfictonreadingnerd not only losing your ask, but flooding your messages in panic jhbfsjbfjjsd it’s quite embarrassing, especially when I realized that there was a (not as updated) copy saved on wordcounter.net, but I hope you like it <3

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“Stay with me?”

Draco only came up to the Gryffindor tower because he had lent Harry his notes, and the only reason he agreed to enter this time was because he said he’d probably have to wait a while, alone outside, since they were probably buried under piles of stuff in his dorm.

However, as Harry was handing him the notes when he reached the bottom of the staircase in the Gryffindor common room, he took hold of Draco’s hand, brushing his thumb over the webbed skin connecting his thumb and forefinger.

“In here?” Draco clarified, eyes scanning the room. Various students from different years were still milling about the common room despite the fact that lunch had just ended and it was a weekend.

“Yeah,” Harry confirmed with a small nod. He leaned his shoulder against the wall, tugging Draco closer to him before wrapping an arm around his waist. “It beats studying in those uncomfortably library chairs.”

He had a point, Draco conceded.

“Why can’t we do it in your room?” Draco asked, keenly aware of the attention they were drawing. It was no secret that they were together, but it seems that the novelty has yet to ware off on many of the students.

“Do you really want to hear Dean and Seamus going at it?” Harry asked with a small smirk, which only widened when Draco visibly shuddered.

“Is that why you didn’t take as long as I was expecting?” he asked, feeling both amused and disturbed.

“They forgot their silencing charm,” Harry shrugged, nodding.

“We could always go down to Slytherin,” Draco offered, somewhat hopefully. “It’s most likely empty in my room.”

Despite the fact that they were whispering, their words still felt loud to Draco, even though he couldn’t properly make out what they were saying. He was just able to catch their names every now and then.

“But we’re already here,” Harry practically whinged, his thumb brushing softly over Draco’s hip. “It won’t be so bad, I promise.”

Without waiting to hear his response, he began leading them towards one of the empty sofas that were surrounding the hearth, weaving through the wide-eyed students that were still staring at the pair.

Unceremoniously, he flopped down on the sofa, spreading himself into a more comfortable position. Harry looked at him expectantly, watching as Draco fiddled with the corner of his parchments awkwardly.

He gave him an amused smile before reaching out to grab him by the wrist before pulling him towards the sofa, making him stumble and trip, landing embarrassingly on top of him with a soft grunt.

“I hate you,” Draco grumbled, trying to move so that he wouldn’t be sprawled on top of his boyfriend.

“Just give me a second,” Harry laughed, his chest rumbling from beneath him. He began shifting around, guiding Draco and himself into a more comfortable position where he was on his side, against the backrest, while holding Draco in front of him.

Draco reached down for his abandoned bag and fished for one of the books he brought with him from their quick stop to the library. He used it to try and hide his face from those who were, undoubtedly, staring at them.

“I still say we should have gone to my room,” Draco said softly, eyes set on the text, but not quite processing what it says.

“Relax,” Harry whispered, slithering an arm around his waist and pulling him closer to his chest. “I’ll let you study in peace, if it helps.”

“It most certainly does not,” Draco responded haughtily, earning himself a laugh from Harry. It didn’t, because suddenly Harry’s fingers were playing with his hair, and that was all he could focus on after that.

He didn’t respond after that, except for a small hmph, and tried to force himself to digest the contents of his book. He wasn’t about to let his grades drop because Harry wanted to cuddle. In public, no less.

Except, maybe he’d consider, because Harry was peppering soft kisses behind his ear, slowly moving up towards the top of his head while his fingers continued twirling a lock of hair between them.

“Stop that,” Draco protested halfheartedly. It felt quite nice, actually, despite the heating of his face.

“Why?” Harry murmured into the base of his neck. Draco felt him grin against his sin before propping himself on his elbow to lean over and place a kiss on Draco’s cheek.

“You’re making people stare,” Draco hisses, not wanting to be heard. He was pretty sure he heard some 4th Years giggle, though.

“Then stop paying attention to them,” Harry hummed. “Let them stare. You’re my boyfriend, so they ought to get used to it.”

Boyfriend.

The fluttering of his heart whenever Harry called him that would likely never cease, and Harry knew that. Draco was pretty sure he took advantage of that fact as often as he could, because that’s the only possible explanation for why he was still sitting there on that sofa while people stared.

“It’s not proper, Potter,” he hissed, not wanting to be heard by the other occupants in the room. He was pretty sure he heard Harry snort softly.

“Fine, then,” Harry said. Draco felt his body shift from behind him, and he half-expected Harry to just get up so that they could more to a more private location.

He was about to apologize and just give in before he was manhandled, the arm around his waist tightening as he was hauled up until he was fully rested on Harry’s chest, their noses brushing against one another’s.

“This is not better,” he glared, feeling his face heat up once again. He felt quite bad for those people that decided to enter their common room at that moment, only to be greeted with the sight of the two of them.

“Give me a second,” Harry snorted before wriggling a bit to the side, rolling over and dropping Draco in the newly formed space between him and the backrest of the sofa.

“I don’t see how this is better,” Draco huffed, still clutching his book. Harry rolled onto his side before returning his arm to its previous position, holding him close.

In this position, Draco was mostly hidden by the backrest of the sofa, and anything else left exposed was mostly covered by Harry, who had taken it upon himself to practically drape his body over Draco’s.

“This is.... adequate,” Draco huffed, finding himself slowly smiling at the situation.

“Good,” Harry beamed, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. “So, can you focus on your studying, now?”

Draco thought it was quite silly of him to think that he would return to studying. He was warm, comfortable, and in the arms of his boyfriend.

He was going to nap.

“Sure,” he said anyway, not making any move to re-open his book, Instead, he snuggled deeper into Harry’s chest, burying his face in the crook of his neck.

Again, another laugh from Harry. The hand returned to his head, playing with his hair once more while Harry whispered sweet words into his ear.

And somehow, the feeling of everyone’s eyes on them, and the soft murmurs probably preparing the latest gossip, faded into nothing as he allowed himself to be engulfed by the comfort of just being with Harry.

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sincerlypadfoot · 3 years

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Animal Behaviour (Chapter 1)

~After becoming a Animagus on a dare, you keep it a secret from everyone but your best friend Hermione, who is the one who dared you. After wondering the halls in your form because you got bored and couldn’t sleep you get discovered.

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“Hermione i’m going out,” I whispered to the sleeping girl, knowing she heard me as her head nodded a bit as her whole body was almost covered all the way under her blankets.

I walked down the stairs quietly, peaking my head around the wall of the common room, empty as usual. “Good morning,” I whispered to myself looking at my clothes that shrunk and were covering me.

White glowing fur covering my eyes, I shook my head, picking up my clothes with my mouth and trailed myself down the rest of the stairs and walking out of the common room door, placing my clothes down outside the door in the dark shade. Hogwarts was quiet around this time, no one was awake but flitch who was nearly sleeping, Miss Norris was who I had to worry about.

As my adventure came to a end, patting along the school floors and looking at the painting and people who looked down at me, I ended up in a complete circle in the hallway just above the common room.

My eye caught something in the air, with fox reflexes I whipping my vision around, watching a wolf and Hyena walk in the halls across from me, not spotting my white fur.

I decided not to snoop, not wanting to get caught I made my way back to the common room slowly, transforming back into myself , where Fred and George were sitting on the couch.

“Out passed curfew aren’t you Samantha,” Fred said crossing his arms. “We should turn you in like the good people we are,”

“Shove off you two,” I laughed brushing my clothes off and fixing my tie. “You won’t dare tell on me, and funny ha ha you two good people,” I rolled my eyes patting the duo on the shoulders then walking passed them.

“Have fun on your adventure tonight?” Hermione asked as I opened our room door, she was sitting up in her bed studying for our herbology test in the morning.

“Pretty good actually, broke about fifty rules, but I saw something odd,” I started to say jumping onto my bed and leaning against the bored. “There are other animagus’ in the school,”

Hermione's focus ran from her books to the topic of other images of other animagus. “What did they look like?” She asked jumping up from her bed and onto mine with a smile on her face.

“Well one was a Hyena and the other a wolf, they’re still out there, roaming around the common room door,” I paused taking a breath, Hermione's smile widened. “I wanted to go looking but I didn’t wanna risk exposing myself,”

“That is awesome,” Hermione cheerfully said, I could already tell the gears in her head were turning faster then she could take it. “We should try to see who they are,”

I hesitated for a moment, admiring Hermione's daringness and want for adventure. “I guess we just will have to do that, what do you have in mind?” I asked.

For the rest of the night Hermione and I devised a plan, tomorrow night I was going to go on my usual strole, but come back towards the common room earlier, looking for the two, then we stopped from there, getting to tired after realizing it was almost three in the morning.

“Good night Sammy,” Hermione whisked crawling off my bed and rubbing her eyes. “How could I never know there were other Animagus’,”

“Everyone has their secrets Hermione, goodnight,” I chuckled crawling under my blankets and shutting my eyes, replying the image of the Hyena and wolf walking along the halls.

My eyes feel awake and my body moving as I woke up, the curtains brought the sunlight directly hitting the middle of my room.

“Good morning,” I croaked sitting up from my bed, the room was empty, Hermione was gone and I was all alone. “Okay then,” I said to myself getting off my bed and gathering clothes and walked into the bathroom, quickly changing and walking down the stairs.

“Hello,” Fred Weasley smiling giving me a wink.

“How was your sleep?” George asked.

“Why do you care?” I asked stopping and tapping my feet on the ground.

“What are you in such a rush for Samantha?” They both asked standing up, they both almost towards over me.

“None of your business Weasley, now if you could move out of my way i’d like to leave the common room,” I shook my head, realizing that they were blocking my way out of the common room.

“We know your secret,” George whispered moving out of my way, I looked back at the twins confused but walked out of the room, making my way down the stairs, taking my time, thinking.

“Hermione,” I hissed walking into the great hall and sitting beside her, Ron and Harry both gave me confused looking but went back to their conversation. “Why did you leave without me this morning?” I asked crossing my arms.

Hermione let out a bit of a laugh. “You looked peaceful and I don’t wanna wake up, but you were also a fox, and I didn’t want you to bite me,”

“I was a what?” I asked looking down at the white fur that laid on my uniform. “I guess thats be happening recently,”

“Yeah well your lucky we got a room to ourselves this year or you’d be in trouble,” Hermione said shaking her head.

“Don’t act like you're the one who didn’t dare me,” I chuckled picking up a sandwich and started to eat it.

“I have a plan for tonight, I thought about it all morning,” Hermione said turning her whole body to me. “You follow them okay, then sneak into the common room and hide in the corner, and watch them come in, they’ll never see you and you’ll see them,”

“You changed the plan?” I asked amused. “but okay, that sounds better than the first one, who do you think it is?”

“I’m not sure, there are tons of Gryffindors, I don’t think the twins would do it, Neville neither, maybe Seamus and Dean but a hyena and wolf doesn’t match their personality,”

“Okay well what if they’re not a Gryffindor?” I asked tilting my head and looking around the room.

“Well you said they were lurking around the Gryffindor area, no way a Hyena and Wolf would get up to the seventh floor?” Hermione said looking at me like I was dumb.

“Okay okay you make a point,” I said rolling my eyes. “Okay well who are you suspections?” I asked again.

Hermione turned her head just a little bit, looking at Harry and Ron who were in their own state of mind.

“Them?” I asked looking at Harry and Ron who weren’t even interesting in our conversation. “Why?”

“Look at them, why wouldn’t they,” Hermione said making me laugh. “Two dimwits learn about Animagus’ in class from Snape a couple months ago, didn’t you look at their faces when we had to write about them,”

“Okay,” I paused thinking. “So we catch them tonight, and we expose them without exposing myself, right?” I asked.

“Of course, it’s only a secret for you and I, but yes, tonight we catch them sneaking out and in,” Hermione said putting her hand out, we shook hands and continued eating breakfast.

The day went on, with the usual McGonagall teaching us how to transform chairs into pigs, Snape teaching us potions without a care in the world and Draco being his usual cocking self.

“So when are we doing this?” I asked Hermione as the both of us raced up the stairs and into the common room quickly.

“Tonight, ten minutes before you usually go out, we will go downstairs, you hide under the couch, and when you see who it is, come and tell me, and we can catch Harry and Ron in the act,”

“Sounds the a plan Mione, but what if it’s not them, what do I do?” I asked falling down on the couch.

“Who else would it be, we eliminated everyone, they’re the only whos would be dumb enough to do it,” hermione said sitting beside me.

“And that's when he said that he knew my mother,” Harry said catching our attention as him and Ron walked into the common room.

“Hey,” I waved at the two boys who sat down on each side of Hermione and I. “What did you guys do last night?” I asked unsuspiciously.

“What are you up to Sammy?” Harry asked looking at me. “Is it something with Sirius Black, has he been spotted?”

“No no, she’s just being nosy, we have things to do, right Sam,” Hermione hummed standing up and grabbing my hand, dragging me up the stairs.

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ofstoriesandstardust · 4 years

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Just Friends-Harry Potter

a/n: this takes place in an au where james and lily survived, remus and sirius are happily married with a kid (yes i love wolfstar okay), Lupin was always the DADA professor, and the biggest issue is falling in love with your best friend. Hufflepuff reader. this was 100% inspired by a tik tok I saw. enjoy.

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You had been best friends with Harry for as long as you could remember. You two were only less than a month apart, but Harry never failed to remind you he was *technically* older. Your dads, Sirius and Remus, had stayed friends with James and Lily Potter following graduation from Hogwarts and after the war had ended, the two couples raised their kids side by side. You and Harry had learned how to play Quidditch together, got into trouble together, and had so many sleepovers, it’s almost like you were siblings. You both received your Hogwarts letter together, went wand shopping together, and as you began your journey on Platform 9¾, you weren’t so frightened knowing you had your best friend next to you. On the train, you met Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, and you knew in that moment, you and Harry had met two more to join the friendship. You watched as Hermione got sorted in Gryffindor, and you smiled briefly at your Dad as you sat on the stool, ready for the hat to tell you that you’d be following your dad’s legacy into the house of bravery. So when the Sorting Hat announced you as a Hufflepuff, the shock on both Harry’s face along with your Dad’s was evident. The house clad in yellow cheered for you as you took a seat at their table. You watched with disappointment as both Harry and Ron got sorted into Gryffindor. However, your fears of being left behind were forgotten, when the trio joined you for breakfast the following morning. When you asked why Harry would rather sit with you than his new housemates, he simply shrugged and said “I like you better anyways”.

And so it was. You and Harry went through life at Hogwarts together, different houses and all. You were still there to cheer each other on for every Quidditch match, even when you were both playing against each other. You went to Hogsmeade with each other, and spent every Christmas together, even as your celebrations grew larger to include the Longbottom, Weasley, and Granger family. As you went into your fourth year, however, you began to realize that you looks at Harry lingered a little longer, you got butterflies every time he smiled at you, and you always longed to be near him. You thought you had been good at hiding your feelings, but all it took was the Portkey trip to the Quidditch World Cup before Cedric Diggory, captain of your Quidditch team, was on to you. Hermione and Ginny weren’t that far behind him either. But you knew that Harry had a thing for Cho Chang, and even if he didn’t, you had grown up together. All he would ever see you as was just a friend, just a sister. As the Yule Ball neared closer, you were left without a date, secretly holding out hope Harry would ask you. But, alas, he didn’t, and you were stuck going dateless. As the night progressed, you busied yourself dancing with your Hufflepuff friends, ignoring the group of Gryffindors. Eventually though, you pulled yourself away from your friends to grab a drink. As you made your way over to the refreshments, you were met by Harry. You smiled at him, noting how handsome he looked in his dress robes. “You look gorgeous (Y/N).” He said, taking your hand.

You tried to swallow your butterflies as you choked out a “Thanks. You look good too.” He let go of your hand and you tried to be disappointed at the sudden lack of warmth. “Where’s your date?” You asked, looking around the Great Hall for her. He shrugged.

“No clue. Yours?”

You sighed and turned back to the refreshments. “Didn’t get asked. It’s okay though. I’m having a lot of fun with my friends.”

“Well, uhm, in that case, could I possibly.. steal you for a dance?” Your eyes widened as you realized what he was asking. You nodded, not trying to seem too eager. Cedric gave you a thumbs up from across the room, and you rolled your eyes. Harry led you out on to the dance floor, and as you danced, you became surprised at how good he was at dancing. As the dance came to an end, you didn’t want to let go. Just as you were about to open your mouth to thank him for the dance, he blurted out “Ron dared me to ask you to dance.” You pulled away, shock seeping through your system.

“W-what?”

“Ron dared me to ask you to dance. He seems to think... and... we’re just- just friends.” He said, and you had to blink back tears.

“Right. Just friends.” You said thickly. “Uhm, thanks for the dance. I’m going to call it a night, I think.” You said, turning away from the boy, trying so hard to hide how hurt you were. It was only once you were safely back in your Common Room, that you let the tears fall free.

The next few months passed by in a blur, with the Tournament and Cedric’s win. You and Harry were still friends following the dance, and you both seemed to silently agree to never speak of what had happened that night. But as time continued, you could feel the strain on your friendship. You had fallen in love with your best friend without even realizing it. So, when you began your 5th year, you spoke to Hermione quietly in an abandoned hallway one night on Prefect rounds. “I don’t think Harry and I can be friends anymore.” You said softly. You had been having this thought all summer, because every time you looked at Harry, your heart clenched in pain, and you knew it was all your fault, because you had been stupid enough to fall in love with your best friend. But really, who could blame you? When you looked at him, it was like nothing else mattered. Hermione looked at you curiously. But this was the first time you had spoken those words out loud, and they hurt.

“He’s your best friend.”

“Yes, and I went and fell in love with him. ‘Mione, every time I look at him, all I see is what can’t be, because all he will ever see me as is a friend, as his sister. And I can’t- I can’t keep hurting like this.” Hermione stayed silent for a few moments, clearly thinking over her response.

“Have you considered telling him?” She asked softly.

“It would ruin everything.” You said flatly.

“If this what you think will be best for you, then I support that. Ron and I will miss having you around though.”

“You know this doesn’t mean we can’t be friends anymore, right?”

“I know, but if you aren’t friends with Harry anymore, then.. we’ll just see a lot less of you, that’s all.” You took her words in, thinking about how you were going to miss all the late night chess games with Ron, the studying sessions with Hermione, the pranks with the twins, the trips to Hogsmeade with Dean and Seamus, and the time spent in the greenhouse with Neville. The rest of your rounds were quiet, as you knew tomorrow would change everything.

And slowly, things did change. You distanced yourself from the group of Gryffindors, focusing on your team (you had been chosen to replace Cedric as Captain; a success you had celebrated with Harry) and your Prefect duties, along with your studies. And suddenly, you and Harry didn’t talk anymore. When you went home for Christmas, your Dad’s were surprised at how... little you spoke to each other. Remus had been noticing how you began to spend less and less time with Harry and friends over the term but didn’t know what to do or say. On your last night home, you sat in the living room staring into the fire as Remus read a book and Sirius set up a game of Wizarding Chess. “Dad?” You asked softly. Sirius hummed in response, acknowledging your question. “How did you know when you found the one?”

He looked up at you. “When I looked at your Dad, it was like nothing else mattered. I knew he would see me through everything, good and bad, life or death, and I knew I’d do the same for him. There was a war raging outside our walls, but even for just a few moments, all that mattered that he was okay, and that he was there with me.” You nodded a few more minutes of silence passed. “Why are you asking kiddo?”

“I was stupid and went and fell in love with my best friend.” Well, might as well admit it to them. “And every time I look at him, all I see is what I can’t have, and everyone always tells me to just tell him, because he probably feels the same, but I’m such a coward-”.

“Hey, you aren’t a coward. You are one of the bravest people I know, and I’m not just saying that cause you’re my kid.” Sirius said sharply.

“It takes a lot of courage to be kind, and you’re the kindest person I’ve met.” Remus added softly. “But of course you are, because I raised you.” You laughed a little, a small smile reaching your face.

“I can be kind and brave and a million other things, and it doesn’t change the fact that he still sees me as his sister.”

“Maybe, maybe not. But you’ll never know if you aren’t honest with him.” Sirius said.

“If I’m honest with him, I could lose him forever.”

“You already are.” Remus said. “(Y/N), I used to have all these thoughts about your Dad. About how I would never be good enough for him, how he’d never want me, how we’d be better off not being friends at all. And I almost lost him forever because of it.” You looked up at him. “(Y/N), if we’re speaking about who I think we’re speaking of, he’s a good kid, and even a better friend. He won’t look at you different for being honest with him, especially for a feeling I believe he reciprocates. But you’re gonna lose him forever, if you keep telling yourself it’s best if you stay away.”

Your Dad’s words echoed in your head on the train ride back to school. As you sat in the Prefect compartment with Ron and Hermione, all you could think about was those words. As the compartment emptied as people took turns doing rounds, it left you with Ron and Hermione, and your fellow Hufflepuff Prefect, Ernie, who had long known about your crush on Harry. “I think I’m gonna tell him.” The compartment fell quiet all attention directed at you. You shifted uncomfortably under their shocked gazes. “Unless, you don’t think I should.”

“Finally!” Hermione exclaimed.

“Mione!″ You exclaimed and she laughed.

“Well, it took you long enough.” Ron said. You stared at them dumbfounded and turned to look at Ernie.

“Remember to invite me to the wedding when you become Mrs. Potter.” Ernie said, joining in the laughter.

“You sure put a lot of faith in the fact that he’s going to feel the same way.”

“If Harry doesn’t feel the same way, then I will personally make sure you get an A on your next Ancient Runes essay.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that Granger.” You said , as laughter broke out through the compartment. Damn, did you hope they were right.

You had wanted to speak to Harry tonight, because if you didn’t soon, you felt as though you may throw up. However, he had disappeared after the meal and you trudged solemnly back to your Common Room after a failed attempt to find him in his Common Room. Suddenly, you were being yanked into an abandoned classroom, and you were pretty sure this was how you’d die. You let out a sigh of relief after realizing it was just Harry. Just Harry. A million thoughts and emotions flooded your body that you thought you would be sick. Harry, however, clearly had something he wanted to discuss. “Why haven’t you been speaking to me?” He asked, clearly upset.

“I- I don’t-”

“Don’t lie to me. You’ve been avoiding me ever since we started school this year. What happened? Is- is it something I did?” The decision to tell him suddenly seemed to fly out the window and you found yourself lying through your teeth.

“I’ve just been busy Harry.” He sighed in frustration.

“You know, if you didn’t want to be friends with me anymore, you could’ve at least been honest with me.” You sighed and begin to walk towards the door. “We went from being best friends and now you can’t even look me in the eye. Some friend you are.” He called after you. You felt yourself tear up, and you turned back towards him.

“You’re damn right I can’t look you in the eye anymore. Because when I look at you, all I see is everything I know I can’t have, everything that I know you’ll never feel.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You don’t get it, do you? I love you, more than just as a friend. I’m in love with you and you have no idea how hard it is to be in love with someone you’ll only ever be just friends with.” Harry just looked at you and so you kept talking because if the silence continued, you thought you’d cry harder. “So I distanced myself from you, because I thought it would make things hurt less, but this hurts more, because I miss you and I’m sorry it took me this long to tell you but I was so scared that you wouldn’t feel the same way, which clearly you don’t-”

“Hey, hey, hey, who said I didn’t feel the same way?” Now it was your turn to be stunned into silence. “Remember the Yule Ball? Ron dared me to dance with you because he thought that if I did, I’d admit how I felt. I’ve felt the same way for a long time. I just didn’t want to lose you.”

“I didn’t want to lose you either.” you said softly. He chuckled.

“What a mess we’ve gotten ourselves into, it seems.” You both stood close together, Harry’s hand on your cheek, wiping away the last of your tears with his thumb. His other hand was on your waist. “Can I kiss you?” You nodded, connecting your lips to his. The kiss was better than you ever thought it would feel, as all those butterflies tripled and it seemed as though everything seemed to stop for those few moments. Harry pulled away after a few moments, careful not to push it. “I’d like to do that a lot more, if you’ll let me.” His forehead rested against yours as he rubbed small circles onto your waist.

“I’d love to let you do that some more.” You said softly, gazing into his eyes. “I love you.” Something flickered across Harry’s face that you couldn’t quite place.

“I love you too.” He said, softly, a smile gracing his features. You hugged him tightly, thankful to have your best friend back, but this time, as the person you loved.

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“i’m in love with you.” {neville longbottom x reader}

summary: neville has always admired you from a far, to his knowledge you don’t know he exists. he is wrong about that.

a/n: i love neville and he deserves more fics. anyway, leave requests! and thank you guys so much for all the support on my first draco fic! and before you start i had to include draco for a little bit.

neville stares at you from the gryffindor table while he picked at his food. seamus and dean glanced at him before rolling their eyes.

“when are you going to talk to her?” dean says snapping neville out of his trance. he sighed looking down at his food, still poking at it.

“she doesn’t even know i exist.” seamus puts his hand down on his friends shoulder.

“mate, i have on good authority that she does know you exist.” neville looks up at his smirking friend before moving his gaze back to you. he watched you at you laughed with your fellow housemates. he loved your smile, how careless you looked. happy. he wished he was the one making you laugh.

later that day, neville walked into the library going to his usual spot when he noticed you on the way. you sat on the ground next to one of the bookshelves as you read some potions textbook. you had your bottom lip between your teeth, concentration across your face. neville smiles before taking a seat at the table across the room from where you were sitting. he watched you for a few seconds before he got his herbology book out of his bag and started studying on his own.

a few minutes pass before neville hears shuffling and he lifts his head from his book to see you standing in front of him. his heart starts beating so rapidly he feels like it might beat right out of his chest.

“hi.” you say shyly, “can i sit here.. with you?” neville’s breathe slows for a second as he stares into your eyes. it takes him a moment for him to realize he’s just been staring at you.

“yes.” he says almost to quickly and desperate like for his taste. you smile at him before pulling out a chair and sitting down next to him. you put your potions book on the table looking at neville’s herbology book.

“so, you like herbology? i don’t know why i asked, i already knew that.” you say looking down at your book a blush creeping up on your face out of embrassment.

“y-yeah. i like herbology..” neville says blushing. “how’s potions?” he says trying to keep the conversation going.

“it’s good, snape has been okay this term. he thinks i could pursue a career with it.” you say continuing to be shy. you had always been good at potions, it was your best subject. snape didn’t like most kids, but he liked you because of how well you did in his class. you were predicted to be one of the few in his N.E.W.T class after O.W.Ls. neville of course knew this. he found it quite interesting how in the one class most people dreaded and were failing, you were excelling.

“that’s great! i mean, i always thought you would since you’re so good at it.” neville laughed nervously.

“thank you neville.” you smile at him, a hint of pink across your face. “i was wondering if you could help me with my herbology, it’s not my best subject. and in return if you want i can help you out with potions.”

neville is stunded for a second. the girl he’s been crushing on for the last year and a half, was asking him for help with a class. she actually knew he existed, seamus was right. “definitely.” he smiled.

next thing you knew, spring was starting to approach. you and neville had become close friend over the past few months, you had wished he would ask you out already. you both had been flirting with one another recently, all you wanted was to go on a proper date with him.

you sat at the y/h/h table with the herbology book neville had let you borrow in front of you as you ate a piece of toast for breakfast.

“so, are you into herbology now or are you just trying to impress your new boyfriend?” the blonde haired boy said as he took a seat right next to you. this had become a normal thing for draco to do every now and then, he would sit next to you and annoy you until he got bored and moved on to the next person.

“he’s not my boyfriend draco.” you say flipping the page in the book, not looking at him. draco puts his hand over the book, i turn to him. “can you please move your hand, i’m trying to read.” he smirks before grabbing the book and standing up with his hand over his head. you stand up trying to reach for the book.

“you want it so bad, you’re going to have to give me something in return.” he smirks, as you stop trying to jump for the book. at this point many people in the great hall were looking at you both, including neville. he wanted run over and take the book out of draco’s hands and give it back to you, to read. but, neville was neville and knew he won’t stand a chance against draco malfoy.

“what do you want?” you say, starting to get upset feeling a bunch of eyes on you.

“go on a date with me to hogsmeade this weekend, then i’ll give you the stupid book back.” draco says, the smirk never leaving his face. you sigh in defeat.

“fine, just please give me the book back.” he smiles triumphantly before lowering his arm and handing you the book back. as soon as it was in your arms, you grabbed your bag pushing past draco out of the great hall.

neville noticed you were upset and followed you out, when he got out he saw you running down a corridor. he followed you to finally see you sit on a window seal and start to cry. neville’s heart broke into pieces hearing your fractured breathe as the tears streamed down your face. he made his way over to you, sitting in front of you with a sad look on his face. you said nothing just leaned forward to hug him. he sat there for a second before wrapping his arms around you and let you cry into his chest.

you cried in his arms for about fifteen minutes before you finally calmed down looking up at the guy you’ve had a crush on for a year now. “thank you, neville.” you smile sadly you at him. he looks between your lips and your eyes. you move your hand up to his cheek as he moves his down to your waist before leaning in. you both share a sweet kiss, it felt like you could stay in his arms forever.

the next few days, before the weekend, were filled with stolen glances and a few quick kisses. then that saturday came, and you had your hogsmeade date with draco. you and neville sat in the courtyard before draco was supposed to be there.

“i just don’t understand why you’re still going through with this. we could be the one’s having a date.” he says holding your hands in his.

“i know, but i would rather him just leave me alone about it. i just think i should get it over with. i promise i won’t let him try anything.” you say, smiling slightly.

“can i kiss you? before you leave?” he says moving one of his hands to your cheek. you nod, leaning in. before you get the chance for your lips to touch, you hear the annoying laughter of the one and only draco malfoy.

you move your head to see draco walking over to you and neville. you sigh in frustration, getting up, neville following your actions.

“well, look at this! i thought i was your date, not longbottom.” draco says, getting to be right in front of you both.

“i’d make her happier than you, malfoy!” draco tried to jump at neville but you stand in front of him.

“no! stop! i agreed to go on a date with you. one date. are we going to go or not?” draco bit back his words, moving his eye contact from neville to you.

“fine, let’s go then.” he says, moving his arm to go around my waist, as we walked away from neville. i turn and give him a sad look, while his face is covered in jealousy.

the date ended up going okay, considering. draco was polite to you mostly. at the end of the date, draco tried to kiss you but, you said “i agreed to a date never a kiss.”

when you were walking back to your common room, you were pulled into a empty classroom by neville. the first words to come out of his mouth was, “he didn’t kiss you did he?” you smile before leaning in and giving neville a passionate kiss, making him forget all about draco.

when you pulled away, he said the most amazing words that you will never forget.

“i’m in love with you.”

#neville x y/n #neville longbottom #neville longbottom x you #neville longbottom x reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter

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lxngbottom · 3 years

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Hiii!! First off love your writing!!! Second I was hoping we could get a part two to cold night? Sweet luv ya!!

A Cold Night. | N.L. (Part 2)

in which neville tries to make up for what happen at the yule ball.

warnings: swearing, just a tad bit of angst!

i honestly didn’t expect for anyone to actually want a pt 2 to this but once again, you ask i deliver!

PART 1 HERE!

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it had been a whole week since the night of the yule ball. one whole week of the silent treatment from y/n, and neville felt like he was losing it.

he couldn’t even put into words the guilt that remained sitting in his gut. especially when he would look at her from his seat in one of their shared classes, and she would shoot daggers right into his soul. it was truly killing him. and, he wished he could fix it.

“y/n, will you please get in a better mood? i’m trying to focus, and i can practically feel the anger leaking off of you!” hermione exclaimed, tending to the plant that sat in front of them. y/n simply rolled her eyes at her friend,

“sorry that my emotions are distracting you from cutting... whatever this is!” y/n aggravatingly stated, flicking the mystery plant in front of them, “what in merlin’s beard are we even supposed to be doing anyway?”

hermione huffed and narrowed her eyes at her friend, “were you seriously not listening to sprout? we’re supposed to be carefully trimming the leaves off of this—well... i forgot what it’s called.”

y/n didn’t respond to her, just simply looked over at neville who was going around, helping others around the greenhouse with their assignment. she clenched her jaw, still remembering the yule ball mishap. she didn’t know why, but she still felt so spiteful over it.

why couldn’t neville ask her to the yule ball? was it not obvious enough that she fancied him? or was he truly just that oblivious?

why couldn’t it have been her that night?

“merlin, i have absolutely no idea what i’m doing...” hermione admitted, slamming the trimmers down on the table. y/n chuckled from hermione’s failed attempt at having an attitude, and shook her head.

just as y/n was feeling some sort of relief from her angst, the root of the problem came strolling along to their table. he was visibly nervous as he glanced at y/n for a second, and then at hermione.

“h-hey guys... do you need some help?” he asked, his voice soft.

“actually, yes! we would—“

“piss off, longbottom.” y/n cut hermione off, and hermione’s jaw dropped. the girl scoffed, and neville simply nodded his head in defeat, and walked away.

hermione hit y/n’s arm, and y/n let out a yelp, “ow! what was that for?”

“we needed his help! why would you do that?”

y/n rolled her eyes, “we don’t need his help! we can figure it out on our own!”

y/n picked up the trimmers, and started observing the plant harshly, studying the leaves and where they were growing from,

“if you make us fail this assignment... i’ll never speak to you again, y/n.”

—

turns out, hermione and y/n did end up failing that assignment. and, if things couldn’t get worse, hermione cursed y/n’s name for making her average drop, which was always quite annoying considering y/n knew that hermione would never fall from her class rank, as she was at the top.

fortunately for the two girls, professor sprout had blessed them with a makeup assignment. it was a simple essay that had to be written, about the properties of any plant of their choice. but, it needed to be four to five pages.... at least.

y/n sat in the library, multiple herbology books scattered in front of her. she bit down on her thumb, staring at the blank parchment. she had no idea what plant would be the easiest to write about, and quite honestly, even if she did, she didn’t know how to describe it. neville had always assisted her in times like this, especially when it came to herbology, but that wasn’t an option.

she huffed, and glanced out the window. she saw students in small groups, talking and laughing. she envied them, as she wished she could not only be free from this dreadful essay, but as well, that she could actually speak with her friends.

“y/n?”

y/n whipped her head around, and spotted a nervous ginny weasley standing a little ways away from her designated table. she rolled her eyes, looking away from the ginger. she knew it was probably unfair to be angry at ginny, but she couldn’t help the spitefulness that she had pent up.

“i know you’re angry at me, but... can we talk?”

y/n bit down on her lip in aggravation, and turned her head once more, “what is there to talk about, weasley? i think i’ve made it pretty clear to you and longbottom both that i want the two of you to piss off.”

truthfully, ginny and y/n had never been super close, as ginny was in a year below all of y/n’s friends (herself included). but ginny would be lying if she said that it didn’t hurt her feelings to know that y/n had a grudge held against her.

“i know. but, i need to tell you something. so please... you don’t have to talk, just listen.”

y/n thought about it for a moment, knowing that ginny wouldn’t stop pestering her if she said no, so she motioned for ginny to sit down in front of her. the girl did so slowly, setting her bag down on the table quietly.

“you deserve to know what happened, y/n. that night—“

“i fucking know what happened, weasley. trust me.”

ginny sighed, “no. before the ball. the truth about neville and me, and why he even asked me in the first place.”

that’s when y/n’s thoughts began to take ahold of her.

did ginny and neville kiss? were they official now? what was ginny about to say that could possibly shatter y/n’s heart more than it already had been?

“neville and me... we’re just friends, y/n. strictly friends!” ginny informed her, her hands hitting the table lightly. “and... the only reason he even asked me is because i didn’t have a date, and neither did he.”

y/n scoffed, “well, i didn’t have a date either. you two weren’t the ones that ended up going alone and sitting by themselves all night!”

y/n hadn’t realized it, but thinking back to that night had caused tears to form in her eyes. she could only remember the jealousy, and the sadness from seeing them two on the dance floor together, seemingly having the time of their lives.

“yeah... because neville wanted to ask you.”

the statement sparked interest in y/n’s chest, and she narrowed her eyes at ginny,

“w-what?”

ginny sighed once more, and glanced around for a moment, “y/n... the only reason why neville asked me is because he wanted to ask you. but, you know how he is... he was afraid that you had already found someone. and, i’m honestly surprised that you didn’t. you know, you being pretty and all...”

y/n’s lips parted as she tried to process the information.

neville wanted to go with her?

“you—you’re lying...”

ginny shook her head, “i’m not! i would never lie about something like this. he told me himself. before, during, and even after the ball. you don’t even know how guilty he felt when you ran off crying.”

the thoughts running through y/n’s head were going at a pace that not even she herself could keep up with. she glanced down at her books, and then back up at ginny, and began to hurriedly collect her belongings.

“where are you going?” ginny asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

“i-i have to go find him! i have to apologize for being such a bitch to him this last week! mind putting these books up for me?” y/n asked, shoving her stuff into her bag.

“uh, yeah... definitely! go find him!”

y/n flashed a small smile at ginny, taking her by surprise. she began to walk off, but suddenly stopped and turned around as ginny began to close her abandoned books,

“ginny,” y/n called out, and ginny looked at her, “i’m sorry.”

ginny smiled at her, “it’s alright, y/n. just go and fix it.”

y/n nodded once more, and stormed off before ginny could say anything else.

she began to search, and search hard. she considered every place that neville could be, as he was one to hide away from the world when things felt too stressful.

y/n spotted seamus and dean in the hall, and ran up to them,

“oh! hey—“

“do you guys know where longbottom is?”

the two boys looked at each other, questioning looks etched upon their faces,

“uh, no. we haven’t seen him since earlier today. why?” dean told her,

“um... no reason. thanks for letting me know. i’ll see you guys later!”

and with that, she stormed off down the hallway. seamus and dean looked at each other once more,

“girls...” seamus huffed, and shook his head, dean agreeing with a chuckle.

y/n made her way to the greenhouse, more than sure that neville would be there. but, when she peaked in, he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. it truly began to worry her, and she had to take a few deep breaths before she continued her search for the gryffindor boy that she adored so much.

as she stood against the wall for a moment, she realized one more place where he could’ve been.

she was running all over the place, trying to get to the destination as fast as she could. she pushed passed people, muttering small apologies to them as they scoffed from her “lack of manners”.

finally, she arrived. and, when she began to slow down, she spotted the boy. she took a breath of relief before continuing to walk.

he stood in the lake, pants rolled up to his knees, staring at the plant in his hand. just like he always did. and usually, y/n would be sitting under the tree that sat right next to the lake, listening to his small lessons about the qualities of the new found plants.

neville heard footsteps approaching, and he looked up to see a panting y/n, gasping for air.

“y/n? are you alright?”

she didn’t respond, only threw her bag down and put her hands on her knee caps in an attempt to catch her breath from all of the running she had just done.

“fine... just... winded...” she responded in between heavy breaths, feeling as if she could puke.

neville stepped out of the lake, slowly approaching the girl, plant and dirt still in hand. “well... why are you so winded?”

y/n finally fully stood up, and wiped the little sweat that had formed on her forehead. she glanced up and down, observing how he looked. he always looked so adorable at times like this. it made her realize how much she had actually missed him.

“to—to find you. i couldn’t find you anywhere, so... well—never mind that. it doesn’t matter.” she quickly shook off her verbal thoughts, and lightly smiled at him. “i talked to ginny...”

his eyes widened a little, and he coughed awkwardly as he set the small water plant down on the ground, “you did?”

she nodded, “yeah... is it true?”

he looked at her, his cheeks beginning to flush. he knew exactly what she meant.

“yeah... it—it is true. all of it. i’m sorry i didn’t—“

that’s when y/n did something she had dreamed about doing ever since they were 12 years old. she walked up to him, grabbed him by the collar, and forced their lips together in a gentle kiss.

neville was taken back for a moment, but slowly leaned into her. his hand came up to her cheek, and he brought her closer, as he had waited for this very same moment since the first time they had met.

the two pulled away, breathless, lips swollen and pink. neville removed his hand slowly, only to find that he had smudged dirt onto her face.

“um... you got some dirt—“

she giggled, and wiped it off with her sleeve. he smiled at her, taking the moment in.

she then fixed his collar, a bright smile on her face,

“we can save the “i missed you’s” for later. i have a herbology essay to write, and i have no idea how i’m going to get it done.”

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter smut #harry potter imagines #neville longbottom #neville longbottom imagine #neville longbottom smut #neville x reader #neville longbottom imagines

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Losing you - Dean Thomas One Shot

Dean Thomas x Reader

Summary: In the midst of a brewing war you find love in a boy who you’ve always known. You learn that love can’t always be returned.

Warnings: fluff, angst, unrequited love, mentions of character death

Words: 1487

A/N: This is for @wreckofawriter‘s cliche month, my cliche was unrequited love! This is my first time writing Dean so I hope this is okay, I hope you all enjoy and please let me know what you think! I love you all! xxx

You scanned the Great Hall, smiling when you spotted a mane of bushy hair and you wandered over to the Gryffindor table, smiling at Hermione. For a couple of weeks now you had been sitting at the Gryffindor table rather than the Ravenclaw one, most of your classmates thought that Harry was lying about Lord Voldemort’s return.

Though, that wasn’t the only reason why you had become so accustomed to sitting at the Gryffindor table, you wanted to catch the eye of a certain gorgeous boy.

“Hi Y/N,” Ron greeted you, his mouth stuffed with food as usual, while Harry grinned lazily at you.

“Hey guys,” you grinned before shooting a meaningful look at Hermione. She rolled her eyes as she turned to speak to Harry.

“Y/N would like to know whether she can be inducted into the DA.”

You had missed the first couple of meetings because you were scared of the repercussions. However, you had since come to realise that you would rather learn the defensive magic that Umbridge refused to teach you, it had been your friend who had first told you about the DA.

At Hermione’s words, Harry blinked a couple of times and you were so sure that he’d say no, he raised an eyebrow and leaned over Hermione to speak to you directly, “of course you can join the DA, you don’t have to ask, Y/N. You’re more than welcome, as long as you’re not part of the Inquisitorial Squad,” he joked but glared over at Malfoy all the same.

You laughed at the mere notion as you poured yourself a goblet of pumpkin juice, “thanks Harry.”

Hermione lowered her voice as she whispered into your ear, “now that you’re part of the DA, you can sort out your little problem.”

“I don’t know what in Rowena’s name you are talking about, ‘Mione. I certainly do not have a problem,” you lied and almost immediately your lie was made obvious.

“Hi Y/N,” Dean Thomas grinned and winked at you as he walked past with Seamus.

You felt your entire body go warm at the mere sight of him and the sound of his voice, and you sloshed your pumpkin juice all over you as you hurried to reply, “h-hey Dean,” you stuttered. Hermione raised an eyebrow as she smirked at you but she said nothing.

Your first meeting with the DA went extremely smoothly, it was so much fun and Harry was such a good teacher. He reminded you of Professor Lupin as he taught, especially when he gave extra support to people who needed it. Everyone was so supportive of one another; you supposed that it was because you were all in the same boat. The knowledge of Voldemort’s return and the brewing war affected everybody’s lives.

After a couple of meetings most people were getting along with their spells really well and there were a few people who weren’t. Neville Longbottom was having a bit of trouble with the spells. You wanted to help him out so you cornered him at the end of one of the meetings.

“Hello Neville,” you smiled kindly at him as he nervously started, he was always so nervous.

“Oh, hi Y/N,” he mumbled.

“I run a study group because of these stupid OWL exams and I wanted to know whether you would like to join us for a little extra practise? I think it would really help with your spells.”

Neville looked extremely relieved as he smiled and nodded, “that would be great, thanks Y/N.”

“Of course, we meet in the library on Friday nights at 7,” you grinned cheerfully, placing a hand on his shoulder as you left the Room of Requirement.

As you wandered down the hallway, you felt a warm arm wrap around your shoulders. Your stomach fluttered with glee as you looked up and saw that it was Dean. He smiled at you and tingles played down your spine as his fingers fiddled with the ends of your hair.

“That was so nice what you just did for Neville, he needs some more confidence. Umbridge took what little confidence Professor Lupin gave him. You’re a sweet one, Y/N Y/L/N,” he gave you a dimpled smile and you felt your eyelids flutter as you all but swooned.

“It’s nothing Dean, really,” you shrugged but you were pleased that Dean thought it was nice of you.

“Still, there are only a handful of people who will help Neville out. Can I come to this study group than, am I invited?” he chuckled and you ducked your head as you blushed and nodded, looking into his smouldering brown eyes.

“Of course Dean, I’d be happy to have you.”

“Thanks so much Y/N! You’re an absolute life saver, I’ll see you later,” he squeezed your shoulder fondly as he doubled back to catch up with Seamus. You smiled at his retreating back and let out a deep breath that you didn’t even realise you had been holding in.

The first study session you gave was a success, Neville was grateful and Dean was helpful, and soon, Neville could perform the disarming charm along with other spells at the DA meetings. Over time, you and Dean had become great friends, you attended Hogsmeade together, alone and you had even broken into The Shrieking Shack – he was hiding behind you the whole time.

His eyes lit up with happiness now when he saw you coming down the hallway and people even asked you if you were dating. You weren’t sure whether he had feelings for you but there was one thing that you did know, you had fallen for him. You had fallen for him hard, you loved him.

“Why don’t you just tell him?” Harry asked as he wrapped up your cut hand after you had a detention with Umbridge.

“I’m waiting for the right moment,” you winced but then you smiled at your friend gratefully.

The right time soon came; it was when Fred and George had let out a brilliant display of fireworks of their own making, right in the middle of your OWL exams. It drove Umbridge mad which everyone loved to see, even Snape. Spirits ran high when everybody was out in the courtyard, shouting out their admiration as the Weasley twins flew away on their broomsticks. You were in such a good mood that you wanted to tell Dean how you felt about him.

Shakily, you pulled Dean to one side, nerves swirling around in your gut, “what’s up Y/N? You look really nervous, is everything okay?” he asked as he placed his warm hand on your cheek, you smiled weakly as you leaned into his touch.

“I’m fine, it’s just, I wanted to ask whether you wanted to go out sometime?”

Dean’s face lit up; “of course!” your heart soared for just a brief moment until it plummeted at his following words, “Hogsmeade right? I’ll see if Seamus or Ginny want to come with us.”

“Actually,” you stuttered, “I was asking because I was thinking that maybe we could try dating? We’ve been spending so much time together.”

Dean’s smile slid off his face and his hand dropped from your cheek, “look Y/N, you’re so great and everything but I don’t think of you in that way, we’re friends. I um, I actually think of you as a sister. Besides, I have feelings for someone else.”

At his words, your heart shattered into a million pieces, it felt like the pain would never end. Hot tears stung at your eyes but you wouldn’t blink, you wouldn’t cry in front of him.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” he was being so nice and that hurt you more, you wanted to hate him but you couldn’t. You loved him.

“It was a long shot anyway,” you shrugged, turning away from him, frowning when you saw that Harry had all but collapsed on the floor, “see you later Dean,” you didn’t wait for a reply before running off to help your friend.

Everything changed that summer, Harry’s godfather Sirius had been killed by his own cousin when you and some of the DA had broken into the Department of Mysteries, coming face to face with Death Eaters. The Ministry now acknowledged that Voldemort was back and there was certainly going to be a war.

One summer’s day, you met Harry, Hermione and the Weasley’s in Diagon Alley, to get your school books and check out Fred and George’s new joke shop. As you walked into the shop, chattering away with Hermione, it felt like someone had drove a knife into your heart and twisted it.

Dean was there, kissing Ginny, you had actually been okay for the past week but seeing the beautiful redheaded witch with the boy you loved sent you right back to square one. He was never yours, but losing him broke your heart, more than you ever thought possible.

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Secrets And Revelations

Harry Potter

[FLUFF]

Request: hi,, could you do a hp imagine/one-shot where harry is like really confused with his sexuality and is ranting to Sirius and Lupin and stops in the middle and says "i think i’m bi" or something and they're really supportive and help him, also harry doesn't know that they're a thing and finds out @spnsoap

This is my first time not writing an x reader fic so this should be interesting :)

I hope I did this justice, because I wasn't quite sure where to go with the actual story. And also since this is set in the 90's, homosexuality was kind of a "taboo" so I tried to portray it as best as I could in Harry's thoughts. Enjoy!

All he wanted to do was bury himself under a load of blankets and sleep. God, he was tired. As his last exam of the year ended, he realized just how much he needed his bed. His eyes felt like lead, drooping down every few seconds. It was hard to stay awake, especially when he'd barely gotten any sleep the past few weeks.

- - -

Harry had been stressed all day - between studying for OWLS and the tremendous amount of essays Snape had given him for the summer, he was no closer to having a nice relaxing day with his friends.

Sirius and Remus had promised to pick him up later in the day to bring him to Sirius' house. Since the Order had decided to set up there, Harry would be safe there for the summer. All Harry had to do now was finish up the exams and pack up - Hermione and Ron said they'd be coming up later with Ron's family.

- - -

After packing up the last of his things, Harry clicked his suitcase shut. Grabbing Hedwig's cage and his case, he made his way out of his dorms, shouting a goodbye to Neville, Seamus and Dean. He struggled to carry his stuff down the stairs, huffing and puffing as he slowly but surely made his way down.

Harry's sour mood was worsening with every strangled breath he took and he tried his best not to just launch his suitcase down the steps.

Fuck this, he thought.

Placing the case on it's front he kicked it with as much force as he could, sending it flying down. Probably not the best option, but it did the job. Hedwig squeaked in fright and Harry gently caressed her with his pointer finger.

"Sorry Hedwig," he said, still descending down the hard stone steps. His footsteps echoed throughout the common room, the vacancy making Harry shiver in discomfort. He rarely ever saw the Griffindor common room empty- it was practically impossible to come in here without seeing a single soul- but the holidays always had people excited to go home to see their family.

Harry scoffed at that. A family. Before Ron, Hermione and Sirius, Harry didn't have a family. While he was sometimes a bit bitter about this, he was glad that he had people he could count on now...

And with that thought he picked up his suitcase once more and left the common room, maneuvering his way through the moving staircases and bustling crowds. He had already said goodbye to Hagrid with Hermione and Ron so there was no use in wasting time and going to see him again. Walking past the Great Hall, he stopped a bit, looking back at the castle.

Hogwarts had been the only true home Harry knew. It was the only place he felt safe- but as he turned his back to the castle once more, he supposed Sirius' house could be his new home. Hogwarts could become his home away from home and would no longer be the only place of stability he had.

He smiled at the thought. Maybe this summer won't be so bad after all.

- - -

After getting off the Hogwarts Express, Harry examined the area, looking for Remus and possibly a black dog accompanying him. It was dangerous for Sirius to be out and about, but Harry knew he wouldn't miss a chance to come pick him up- not that he was complaining.

A gentle hand on Harry's shoulder alerts him, and he turns around only to be met by a smiling Remus. He goes in to hug him, but an excited black dog comes in between them, panting with joy.

Harry laughed at his Godfather and went down to pat his head.

"Hi Sirius," he whispered as quietly as possible.

Sirius kept panting and nudging Harry’s knee with his face. Remus rolled his eyes at his antics, but a small smile managed to creep onto his face nonetheless.

“We should get going before he gets himself caught,” said Remus, half joking. “Give me your suitcase, Potter,” he added.

All three made their way out of the train station, walking through platform 9 and 3/4, back into the muggle world. Harry actually had no idea how they were getting home but he swept the thought from his mind. Frankly, he didn’t care too much, he was just excited to be spending the summer with his family.

The word still felt foreign to him even after all these years. He could get used to it, though.

After a few minutes they all came to a halt. Harry looked up, his eyes landing on a familiar blue car. His eyes widened as he turned his head to Remus.

“Seriously? Mr.Weasley’s flying car?” he said incredulously.

“Yeah, why not? Sirius and I figured it’d be better to take the car. We’ll have more time to catch up,” said Remus as Sirius looked up at Harry, head tilted to the side.

“I’m not sure if you knew but the last time I was in that car it didn’t exactly end well,” said Harry matter-of-factly.

Remus’ boisterous laugh startled a few passerbyers. He took Harry’s shoulder and patted it lightly.

“It might come as a shock but I can actually drive, you know,” said Remus as he opened the car’s trunk and placed his suitcase there. “Now come on get in the car. We have lots to discuss!”

“We sure do,” muttered Harry, all of his previous worries flooding back to him like a wave.

Sirius jumped in the front seat as Remus took the wheel. Harry opened Hedwig’s cage and she stepped up on his arm, nuzzling his neck in appreciation before flying off. He closed her cage and propped in up inside the car before also entering.

For the majority of the ride Harry kept his head against the window, watching as the clouds below him melted into one large white mass as the car gained speed. Sirius had already turned back into his human form and was staring at Harry through the rearview mirror, concerned.

"You alright Harry? You haven't spoken a word since we got in the car," he said.

Harry lifted his head off the window and looked at Sirius. He wasn't quite sure what to say, but he decided that staying quiet wouldn't do him good. Besides, he always felt like he could talk to Sirius about anything.

"Well... it's just..." he stopped for a moment to collect his thoughts. He wasn't quite sure what he was going to say.

"Go on Harry, I'm sure whatever it is we can figure it out," urged Remus.

Harry nodded and took a deep breath.

"For a while now I've been feeling really down and stressed. I thought maybe it was all the studying for the OWLs but... even after they've ended, I still feel something weighing me down," he finished, his face falling into a tight-lipped frown.

"Is there anything else that's been worrying you lately?" asked Sirius.

Harry thought for a moment. Besides the impending doom that was constantly looming over him and his friends, Harry couldn't think of anything else that might've been bothering him. Maybe he was just tired? Or he was probably annoyed at the fact that he barely had any time to hang out with his friends...

No. He knew it was something else- something he wasn't sure about yet. Harry didn't know whether he should say it.

He thought back to all the times he was doing his homework in the library and had caught himself staring at a cute boy. The way his heart fluttered when they would occasionally look back at him and smile. He remembered when he dropped his books in front of another 5th year called Luke and he helped him pick them up, their fingertips barely brushing. It was enough to have Harry as red as a beet as he turned around and rushed back to the common room.

"I don't know. I guess there is something..."

"Well go on. You know you can tell us anything," said Sirius.

"I just- sometimes I think about boys. Romantically. Like... I've caught myself staring at them sometimes and I- I don't know. I think..." Harry stopped for a moment. He didn't know what to say.

Was this weird? Should he even be telling this to his Godfather and ex-professor? Was there something wrong with him? Maybe he really was just tired...

"I still... like girls. I mean, I like both I guess. Is that weird?" he finally said.

"Oh, Harry! No, that's completely normal. It's called being bisexual," said Remus.

Harry furrowed his brows. Bisexual. So there was a word for it- maybe this wasn't as strange as he thought.

"Well isn't it weird? I haven't met many people like me- I haven't met any actually," he frowned.

Sirius laughed and turned around to look at Harry.

"You have, though!" he said, "Me and Remus have been together for quite a while now. I thought it was obvious." Sirius looked back at a smiling Remus.

Harry's eyes widened. How did he not know? That was impossible- surely he would've noticed something between the two. Yet he was always too busy escaping the clutches of Voldemort- pointing out a relationship between his Godfather and professor wasn't really at the top of his list.

All he could get out was a simple 'oh' before bursting out into laughter as well. He immediately felt lighter, like a ton of bricks had been lifted right off his shoulders. It felt nice to finally let loose and just be himself. This summer really was going to be good, he could feel it in his bones.

As Remus explained that it was completely normal for him to feel like this, Harry thought back to when he lived with his aunt and uncle. He never believed we would have people who genuinely cared about him and took care of him- and in this moment, Harry couldn't be any happier.

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Smoke and Mirrors

Chapter 7: Ron II - The Game (link to full story on FF.net)

Featuring: Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Hestia Jones

Word Count: 5K words

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD/Strong Violence

Ron vacantly studied the entrance to the Ministry of Magic.

It had been almost nine months since the three of them had infiltrated the building, yet it felt like it happened so long ago it might as well have been in another lifetime.

The Magic is Might statue had been destroyed in the days following You Know Who’s fall – and in its place stood a gigantic memorial in tribute of all those who lost their lives to defeat him.

There wasn’t quite the same hustle and bustle that Ron was used to seeing when he’d visited the Ministry in the past with his Dad, but there was still a considerable work-force back to help run Wizarding Britain - and Ron, Hermione and Harry were attracting lots of attention from those who did walk past them.

Ron caught the eye of one of Kingsley’s aides and flagged him down.

“Is Kingsl– the Minister for Magic around?” he asked hopefully.

“The Minister is booked out for the next fortnight,” the young man replied nervously. “But I’m sure he might make an exception to see you,” he quickly added, before scurrying off quickly.

“And you wanted to come and see him on your own Hermione,” Ron said sarcastically. “That guy took one look at the famous Ron Weasley and-

“Ronald!” Hermione grumbled, as Harry laughed slightly.

“Well I’m sure Ron’s dad is technically his boss now,” Harry added.

Ron was pleased his dad had eventually relented and accepted Kingsley’s offer to be Permanent secretary to help run the Ministry, but even after just three days in the job he’d barely seen him at home, such was the vast workload.

It had made the three of them feel guilty about not getting involved in helping themselves, but they had been busy packing for their potentially long summer-trip around Australia to help Hermione find her parents.

“Ah. Mister Potter, we meet again.”

Ron saw the stern-faced Head of Magical Law Enforcement, Gawain Robards, who they’d met at Hogwarts in the aftermath of the battle.

“Mister Weasley. Miss Granger,” he said politely, as he shook both of their hands after Harry’s.

“Have to say the Minister and I thought the three of you might have taken a longer break before getting back into the swing of things. Certainly earned it. Nothing wrong with a strong work-ethic though, I like that,” he said, as Ron pondered the prospect of taking a break.

If he was honest it was one that was in-fact very appealing to him, especially given his nightmares and struggles with grief, but he would never admit it to Harry or Hermione.

He had to put on a brave face.

“We are going on a break Mister Robards. Well sort of,” Harry said.

“Oh. I see,” the Head of Magical Law Enforcement responded with a slightly disappointed look on his face.

“I did have some information I thought could be of use to you though, you know, in your hunt for the escaped Death Eaters,” Harry added.

Gawain’s eyes lit up and Ron thought it looked like the Head of Magical Law Enforcement’s mind was racing. Robards ran his hand through the beard on the bottom of his chin.

“Follow me to my office,” he barked quietly. “Can’t be too sure about what you say even in the hallways and corridors,” Gawain added, as his eyes shifted around the large open space.

“Constant vigilance,” Ron uttered in his best Alastor Moody impression.

Hermione and Harry laughed softly and even Gawain raised a brief smile.

“I miss that mad bastard,” Robards muttered as he and Harry swiftly walked away.

“What do you make of him, Ron?” Hermione asked curiously.

“Who? Mister Robards? I dunno, seems pretty alright I guess,” Ron replied.

“Do you not think it’s a little odd though? I was under the impression he was always a Scrimgeour man. Kingsley seems to be placing an awful lot of trust in him. If he was such good friends with Mad-Eye why was he never in The Order?” she reasoned, with a concerned look on her face.

“I don’t know, but I know Dad said it was never a good move politically to be a known member if you worked here. Didn’t give you a particularly long life expectancy either, especially in the old days.”

“I still don’t think we should trust him,” Hermione countered.

“Perhaps not. But I think we should play our cards a bit closer to our chest. We’re part of it now… aren’t we?” Ron asked rhetorically.

“Part of what… the Ministry?”

“The Game,” Ron whispered. “We’re pieces on the board now. Dad said working here is like one big game of chess. It’s like we’re back in that chamber in our first year. We might not want to be – but we’re pieces now, whether we like it or not. It’s time to start playing.”

“Ooh, what are you playing? Can I join?”

Ron and Hermione turned round in surprise at being interrupted by the female voice.

Ron almost didn’t recognize her at first. He’d only ever seen Hestia Jones in casual clothes before, but the dark-haired witch looked very smart in her black robes, which complimented her mocha skin and piercing brown eyes.

“Hi guys. Fancy seeing you here, ehh?” Hestia said warmly, before giving them both a quick hug.

Ron felt quite awkward when she gave him a slight kiss on the cheek, but he relaxed slightly when he saw her do the same to Hermione. He thought he caught a slight raised eyebrow from Hermione, but maybe he just imagined it.

“First day at work in the Auror office is it?” she asked.

“Not just yet,” Ron replied. “We’re just here to see Kingsl- the Minister,” he fumbled, as he corrected himself for the second time in the space of a few minutes. He felt his cheeks blushing slightly as Hestia smiled at his error.

“Well you’ll be lucky, Ron,” Hestia said sarcastically. “I’m waiting to see him myself later. We’re quite short staffed up in Obliviator HQ. Even just a few extra trainees to help with inbound news would really lift the workload. I don’t suppose you two know any half-decent muggle-borns or half-bloods that are looking for a job? They wouldn’t see much action, but the pay isn’t bad for what you have to do,” Hestia asked in a slightly jokey manner, but Ron could sense there may well have been serious undertones in her request for suggestions.

Ron mused slightly.

“Well I don’t know if they’re planning to go back to Hogwarts next year, but you could always try Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas. They both fought in the battle. They’re good guys.”

“They must be very good guys to have Ron Weasley speak so highly of them,” Hestia replied with a wink, which made Ron blush further. Hermione shot him a funny look.

“I best be off. Very busy up there. They’ll all be wondering where I’ve got to!” she added, sounding quite rushed.

“There was just one thing, Hestia. If you could spare another minute,” Hermione blurted quickly.

“Of course!” Hestia replied instantly, smiling at her.

“It’s just… I’ve read a lot about bewitching and memory charms, but I was wondering, if you would know… if you bewitch someone’s memory… does the length of time that they’re bewitched have any impact on being able to reverse the spell?” Hermione asked.

Hestia pondered for a moment.

“Well…” she began softly. “There’s no exact science to it, Hermione... there’s lots of extenuating factors that can influence it. If someone’s mind is vehemently opposed to the idea or memory being implanted on them, then, depending on the strength of the person’s mind, sometimes over a prolonged period of time the mind can slowly fight back and resist it-

“Sort of like when someone’s fighting back against the Imperius curse?” Ron blurted out.

“Yes, Ron. Exactly like that,” replied Hestia.

Hermione looked at Hestia hopefully.

“That’s why when implanting or removing a memory via bewitching or obliviation it is best to do so in a way that the person’s mind wouldn’t naturally resist to. For example, it is often quite easy to obliviate the memory of a muggle who has seen something they shouldn’t… like a dragon or a giant… because their mind thinks that seeing something like that is impossible to start with. If you are altering or implanting a memory in someone’s mind… it’s always best to alter it to something very similar, or if you’re implanting a memory or a thought in someone’s mind… it’s much less difficult if it’s something that that person’s mind would want to or has previously seen. To bewitch someone to have a completely independent thought or memory as if it was their own… inception… that is a very difficult art, which very few witches or wizards have ever successfully mastered. That’s why so many dark wizards just use the Imperius curse if they want to take control of someone’s mind. ”

“That’s why I bewitched my parents to move to Australia. I read that it was easier to bewitch people into doing or thinking something that they’d thought of before – and they always said they wanted to retire to Australia after I finished school. So it made perfect sense. It’s just… I don’t know if I’ll be able to reverse the bewitching of their memory to forget I existed,” she said with a worrying look on her face.

Hestia studied her for a few moments.

“It’s very difficult to make somebody permanently forget about people that they love, or have loved, even with obliviation. You can bewitch or obliviate someone’s conscious mind and memory of someone, but if it is someone very important to them, who they have known for years… then the memory of that person will still exist in their subconscious… in their dreams… and one little dream can trigger an avalanche of memories in that person’s mind. I think even just seeing you again could break part of the enchantment you cast on them, Hermione. I’m sure it will all work out just fine.”

Hermione thanked Hestia, who gave her a slight hug and smiled at Ron before rushing off back to work.

“See,” Ron began. “Nothing to worry about. I told you.”

“I’m still not totally convinced, Ron. I’m sure Hestia knows a lot more about bewitching and memory charms than I do, but when she tried to alter The Dursley’s memory so that they’d respect and love Harry-

“But that’s just what she said, isn’t it? Their minds were probably so adverse to the idea of loving Harry after hating him all his life that it backfired and went wrong. And I still reckon she did him a favour if you ask me…”

“Ronald!” Hermione groaned.

The aide that Harry had flagged down earlier was now sprinting over to them, looking completely out of breath.

“The Min…ist….er….can…see…see you now!” he panted, as he doubled over.

They thanked him before he began leading them to Kingsley’s office.

“I think Harry should stay here… if he wants to,” Hermione said quietly, as she tried to speak to Ron without Kingsley’s aide hearing her.

“What?! That’s ridiculous!” Ron began. “He wants to come and help. Besides… you’ve just spent the best part of a year on the run living in a tent to help Harry defeat You Know Who. The least he can do to return the favour is come with us to Australia to help find your par-

“But Ron, don’t you see? I didn’t do all of that as a big favour to Harry… it was to help defeat You Know Who, yes, of course, that helped Harry, but that benefitted me too…and you… and everyone in the wizarding world – and the muggle one too. It would be different if they’d all been caught… but…

Hermione looked at him fearfully as she lowered her voice even lower.

“…there’s still Death Eaters out there, Ron. Murderers. And Harry can help catch them better than anyone… you know that. Whilst they’re still out there nobody is safe, not really. Not me… you… or-

“Ernie!!” Ron uttered excitedly as he saw his former Hufflepuff classmate heading out of Kingsley’s office door with a tall man, who judging by his long ponytail Ron thought must be the Auror, Robert Williamson.

“Good to see you both looking so well!” Ernie exclaimed in his typical bombastic manner. “No doubt you’ve both been recruited to join the ranks of the Aurors too…” he said knowingly. “My Uncle would be so proud that I’ve been personally head-hunted to-

“Now, now, Mister MacMillan,” Willamson tutted. “Your Uncle Albert was indeed a very proud man… and a very talented Auror… but if he taught me anything when I was a young recruit it was the fundamental importance of both modesty and respect. I endeavour to teach you both of those traits, if it’s the last thing that I do…”

Ernie made a comical face that said just what he thought of Williamson’s suggestion, before bidding Ron and Hermione farewell as he flanked his large companion.

Ron gave Hermione a bemused look as they entered Kingsley’s chambers.

The room itself was fairly dimly lit, quite large and appeared to have had a makeover since Kingsley had taken office.

There were many large moving portraits of magical creatures dotted around the walls, with the most impressive being of a giant Thunderbird flying around what Ron assumed was an African desert. Ron also shuddered slightly at an Acromantula skeleton that was transfixed on the ceiling – and noted in the far corner of the room a giant triangular grey flag with a squawking black falcon on it.

“I never knew you were a Falmouth fan!” Ron exclaimed, as Kingsley looked up from the piece of parchment he had been studying.

“Let us win, but if we cannot win… let us break a few heads,” Kingsley uttered the Falmouth Falcons’ motto, which caused Hermione to raise her eyebrow a bit, presumably not understanding the reference.

Ron noted there were moving pictures of several famous Falcons players dotted near the flag too. He recognized the infamous beaters, Karl and Kevin, the infamously brutal Broadmoor brothers of the 1960s, yet he did not recognize the fairly youthful looking dark-skinned man with dreadlocks aloft a broom on a separate picture above them.

“You’ll be pleased to know that is purely my attitude to Quidditch and not to politics, Miss Granger,” the Minister for Magic laughed, which seemed to reassure her a bit. “Although if the rumours are to be believed politics and Quidditch may well be intertwining in the coming months.”

Ron was unsure what to make of that last remark, but Kingsley quickly pressed on and changed the subject before he could think too deeply into it.

“Now… to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit? You’ve not changed your mind about my offer have you?” Kingsley asked as he addressed Hermione.

Ron saw his girlfriend hesitate slightly.

“It’s not… it’s not that I don’t want to… it’s just… my… I need to…”

“I totally understand if you kids want to take some time off. You of all people deserve it more than anyone. You shouldn’t rush into-

“I need to find my parents!” Hermione blurted out. “I bewitched them to move to Australia and forget they ever had a daughter. All I know is the names I gave them and that they flew out to Sydney…I thought if I knew anything more about where they were going it could be tortured out of me. It could take weeks, if not months, years even to find them. I don’t know if I’ll ever find them and if they’ll even remember me when I do and-

Ron held Hermione tight to him as she broke down slightly. Kingsley looked on with quite a concerned look on his face.

“Do you have a picture of your parents, Hermione?” Kingsley asked calmly.

“Not…not on me. I didn’t take one with me when we were on the run… just in-case. But I put a lot of our belongings and family things in a safe place. I could easily get a picture from there.”

“Then don’t worry, Hermione. I have a connection or two in the Australian ministry. If you can get me a picture of your parents by tonight, then I can get their faces on every muggle television and magical newspaper in Australia by the time the sun comes up down under. I can probably even sort you out a Portkey from here to Sydney… we’ll have you reunited within a few days,” Kingsley said calmly.

“You… you can do all of that? Just like that?” Hermione’s voice cracked slightly as Ron saw what he thought were tears of joy.

“Hey, it pays to have a friend as Minister for Magic, ehh? You got nothing to worry about, Hermione,” Kingsley replied, with a wink.

“But…but how could I ever repay you?” she said, sniffing slightly.

“The wizarding world is already forever in your debt, more than most will ever know. Consider this a thank-you for everything you have done,” he said solemnly. “There are far inferior witches and wizards who have deemed themselves worthy of far higher rewards than simply having some help in tracking down lost parents.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“So let me get this straight, Hermione,” Ron began as the two of them walked out from The Big Yellow Self Storage facility where Hermione had retrieved a few family photos.

“Some muggles have so much stuff that they pay other muggles to hold onto all of the stuff that they want, but don’t have room in their house for? I thought that was what lofts or sheds were for? Do muggles not have lofts or sheds?”

Ron really couldn’t get his head around it.

“Yes. Yes they do have lofts and sheds, but sometimes there’s not enough room in them,” Hermione began, pausing slightly as she noticed Ron’s bemused expression. “Most of the time people don’t put things into these storage units for very long. It’s usually just when they’re in the middle of moving house or have had a divorce or something.”

The idea of a divorce was just as foreign to Ron as the self-storage facility.

They were extremely rare in the wizarding world – so much so that a wizarding couple getting a divorce in Britain was practically a front-page news story every time it happened.

The only example Ron could think of was the divorce of Dolores Umbridge’s parents, which had happened well before he was born – perhaps that had been part of the reason why she grew up to be such an evil cow.

“Where are we walking to?” Ron asked, as he noticed Hermione was leading them down a side-street. He had been under the impression they were going to apparate straight back to the Ministry.

“My Mum and Dad’s isn’t far from here. Only a five minute walk or so. I thought we could stop by, not necessarily pop in, but just have a look outside perhaps. I’m just curious, that’s all,” Hermione replied and Ron muttered in agreement. He’d never actually been to Hermione’s house before, so it would be interesting even just to see it from the outside.

Ron couldn’t help but notice that the cul-de-sac wasn’t a million miles away from Privet Drive in appearance. He wondered if all muggle neighbourhoods had this same sort of generic template. Every single house on the street looked exactly the same. There was sometimes a different colour door or garage, but for the most part they were all absolutely identical.

The street itself was practically deserted. There was an old man in the distance walking a little dog – and a stray cat chasing a bird in someone’s front garden, but other than that it was very quiet.

Almost too quiet.

“But. That’s impossible. How can-

“What is it?” Ron asked, a bit worried at the sound of concern in Hermione’s tone.

“There’s a ‘For Sale’ sign outside their house. But they would’ve only moved out less than a year ago. It took absolutely ages to sort out selling their house, what with the onward chains and what not… even then I had to use a bit of magic to speed it all up. Why would the new owners already want to… Oh Ron you don’t think-

“Hermione!” Ron exclaimed as he chased after his girlfriend who had now sped up, almost into a full sprint to the house she had grown up in.

“Maybe the new owners just didn’t like the area,” Ron mused. “I don’t like it much. Gardens can’t be that big, can they? Be a struggle to have a proper game of Quidditch in one of those.”

“Ronald Weasley!” Hermione began. “For once in your life could you please think about something other than Quidditch,” she pleaded loudly.

“Quid ditch? What’s that, then? New slang word for money is it? Old codger like me can nevva keep up.”

The two of them had been caught off guard by the interruption, but Ron noticed at once that it was the little old muggle he’d seen walking the yappy little dog who had addressed them.

“What do you two make of it, then? I’m guessing that’s why you’re ‘ere, ain’t it? ‘aving a butchers at the ‘ouse where the Twickenham Torturer made his name for ‘is-self?”

Ron and Hermione exchanged confused looks.

“I’m sorry… we don’t know what you mean. We’re just here to look at the-” Hermione begun, before the old man butted in.

“You don’t mean you’re actually ‘ere to view the ‘ouse for sale?! Christ. I know they must be selling it quite cheap by now to try and flog it, but bloomin’ ‘eck, surely you wouldn’t actually wanna live in a place where four people were murdered?!”

“Mu-mu…murdered?” Hermione gasped.

“Yeah. You two been living under a rock or something, ‘ave ya? It was a national story. Put us on the map it did. Bloody nightmare. Taken about 10 grand off the value of my ‘ouse, that has. ‘appened about 7 or 8 months ago. A family of four bought the ‘ouse off this nice couple who moved to Australia. ‘ad the right idea they did – this country’s gone to the dogs now anyway, what with Labour in they’ll have all the bloody foreigners coming ova’ now. But yeah nice young couple moved in…Mum and a Dad…two lovely young kids… little boy and a little girl, think the youngest was only 3.”

“And they…. They were murdered?! The children too?!” Hermione asked, utterly horrified. Ron too was bewildered by what he was hearing.

“Oh yeah! Nasty business it was, but ‘ere’s the thing that nobody could figure out. They’d all been tortured they had. The wife… the ‘usband… especially the little girl and the little boy. But none of the doctors or police could figure out ‘ow they died. None of them ‘ad any stab wounds or blunt force trauma to the ‘ead… nothing. The coroners all concluded that the torture alone should not ‘ave been enough to kill ‘em.”

“So they never found out who did it?” Ron asked.

“You what? Never found out who did it?! Corr blimey you two ‘ave been living under a rock, ain’t ya! The police were stumped for weeks weren’t they, but then they found out the bloke’s brother had a spare set of keys, didn’t he?”

“And so he…” Ron began, but the old man was too eager to finish his story.

“So one day ‘e just lost it, didn’t ‘e? ‘e’d only just been discharged from Iraq for a few months, they reckon ‘e was struggling to get back to civilian life. Post-traumatic stress or whatever it is they call it. ‘is missus left ‘im and they reckon ‘e walked in one day and just went nuts at them. Ain’t sure if ‘e was ‘aving visions or flashbacks or whatever… but ‘e tortured them all and then managed to kill them all. That’s the funny part though… police couldn’t actually find ‘is DNA on any of them, but course ‘is DNA was all over their gaff where ‘e sometimes popped in and out.”

“So they convicted him? Even though there was no concrete evidence that he did it?” Hermione asked in horror.

“It couldn’t ‘ave been anyone else though. No sign of a break in. ‘e’s the only person with a key. ‘ad to be ‘im. ‘ad to be,” the old man concluded.

“What if it wasn’t him? He’ll spend the rest of his life behind bars for a crime he didn’t commit and-

"Won’t be much danger of that. Fella ‘ung ‘imself the night he got convicted. Spent the whole trial in tears adamant that ‘e didn’t do it. Felt bad for ‘im in a way. Probably didn’t even remember doing it. Anyway I best be off, won’t keep you kids no longer, ‘er at ‘ome will ‘ave me guts for garters if I’m not back soon.”

The old man sauntered off down the road merrily as if he’d been cheerily discussing the weather, rather than a brutal homicide.

Hermione looked haunted by what he had told them.

Of course it was obvious what had really happened.

Ron had thought Hermione had perhaps been a bit over-cautious in hiding her parents on the other side of the world, but she had been very clever- and very right in what she had chosen to do.

She always was.

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bring her home - part 1

pairing: harry potter x reader / young!james potter x reader

summary: when a time traveling journey goes wrong you find yourself in a time that’s not your own. now you must find your way back home, that is if you truly wish to go back.

warnings: none

words: 1439

a/n: this idea is based on @neurobeing‘s post, which is linked here. as soon as I read this imagine, I wanted to turn it into a series, which you can see I have done so here. I am not exactly sure how long this series will be, but please bear with me because I've never made a series before. enjoy the first part and have a fabulous day!

Your POV

The beginning of your sixth year at Hogwarts brought forth mountains of stress that you were not prepared for. Not only were you overwhelmed by classes designed to prepare you for your N.E.W.T.S the following year, but the constant threat of darkness from Voldemort’s return and the destruction brought upon by his followers weighed heavily on your mind. However, distractions came easily at Hogwarts from not only your fellow housemates, but your close friends and boyfriend.

One such, November, afternoon you flipped through hastily scribbled out Charms notes, attempting to commit to memory as much as possible for exam the following day. The Gryffindor Common Room was less than half empty, due to most students being in Hogsmede, which made for a quiet studying space.

As you did so, you laid comfortably against your boyfriend, Harry, who was absorbed within his tattered Potions book. It was hard to hold back the sigh that longed to escape your lips. Ever since the start of the school term, Harry had been so caught up in both his Potions book and his secret lessons with Dumbledore that it felt as though you never saw him. At first, you understood, but soon Harry had almost completely withdrawn himself from his support system.

It had started out slowly. There were a few missed study dates when he had evening lessons with Dumbledore, which were easy to forgive. Then came missing actual dates because of that damn Potions book, which no one else was allowed to glance at, let alone touch. Finally, Harry begun to miss meals, homework assignments, classes, and you could tell his sleep was also affected.

With a final thought, you pushed away your Charms notes and looked up at your boyfriend who was so absorbed in what he was reading. His glasses had slid slightly down his nose, and his green eyes so concentrated, wishing to take in every word that he read. However, you, once again, noticed the bags under his eyes and let out an audible sigh, and decided to do something about it.

“Harry?” you spoke, but didn’t catch his attention. “Harry!” you playfully whined and pushed the book away from his face, causing him to look down at you.

“What, (y/n)?” he asked, sharply.

The tone in his voice caused your heart to ache; how close you were to the boy you loved, but you never felt further from him. “Well, I was thinking, why waste this perfectly good Saturday? Let’s put everything away and go down to Hogsmede.” you proposed, hopefully.

It was obvious that Harry wanted to decline, but he put a smile on his face anyways and silently nodded his agreement. Not ten minutes later were both of you ready to go, and silently walked hand in hand towards the local village.

At first it seemed that all was going well. Harry had finally loosened up, and you noticed the gleam in both his eyes and smile come back to him; something you hadn’t seen in what felt like weeks. Then, once the local bell rung, signaling that it was already six in the evening, Harry stiffened. He took one last swig of butterbeer, then stood up, ready to leave.

“Where are you going?” you questioned, not really believing that Harry was about to abandon you during your date.

Although it was rushed, Harry had a guilty look in his eyes. “I’m sorry, but I have another lesson with Dumbledore. You can walk up with me if you want.” he offered, already on his way to the door.

“Gee, thanks.” you scoffed and crossed your arms, angerly.

Harry froze in his spot and turned to look at you. “Is there a problem?”

Although your brain willed you to keep your mouth shut, your heart had had enough of Harry’s behavior, and everything came to front. “Actually there is, Harry.” you said and tried to keep your voice down, not wanting to have a screaming match in the middle of the Three Broomsticks.

“I tried to excuse the behavior at the beginning of the year, but I can’t stand it anymore. You are never around, and if you are, you’re absorbed by that damn Potions book! Not only are you neglecting your friends and me, but also your real classes and your health. This can’t go on anymore, Harry.” you exclaimed.

Harry’s hands clenched together before he spoke. “Do you hear yourself right now, (y/n)? You are being so bloody selfish. I’m here trying to learn how to defeat Voldemort and you’re worried that I’m not paying enough attention to you?” he countered, his voice steadily rising in volume.

“I’m worried about you for Merlin’s sake!” you shouted back, not caring who in the establishment heard your argument. “I’m watching you destroy yourself for a professor who is pushing you past your limits and doesn’t even care. I know this is important to you, but if you let us in, we can help you Harry.” you pleaded, your hands placed overtop his, desperately.

“I don’t need your help!” Harry yelled and ripped his hands away from yours, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. “In fact, I don’t need you in my life at all, so just stay away from me from now on!” he shouted and stormed out, leaving you behind shocked, yet fuming silently with anger.

oOoOo

The following morning, you had still yet to speak, or even look at Harry, since he stormed away from you at the Three Broomsticks. Once he had left, you waited about ten minutes to make your own way make to the castle and locked yourself within your four-poster bed. The rest of the night, Harry’s words had hung heavy on your heart.

A part of you had hoped that in the morning, he would be waiting to walk you to Charms like always with an apology ready on both of your parts. Unfortunately, you were only greeted with Hermione who smiled at your sympathetically while the two of you walked in silence to Charms, ready for your exam.

Once in the classroom, you decided you couldn’t stand the sight of Harry and chose to sit at a separate table with Neville, Seamus, and Dean, who seemed to know not to ask how you were doing. As you made your way to their table, you bumped into Malfoy who mumbled something under his breath when you collided, then scurried off to his own seat. Before you could think about it too much, Professor Flitwick had passed out the exam papers.

Towards the end of the exam, you felt a strange sensation on the necklace that was tucked into your uniform. A quick glance down at it showed nothing out of the ordinary, and you returned to the question you had been on. A few minutes later and the sensation was back, but stronger, and you let out a quiet gasp. Quickly, you looked to see if anyone had noticed, but only saw Malfoy staring at you, before he quickly looked back down at his parchment.

Once class had finished, you turned in your exam and hurried out of the classroom and found an empty corridor, where you pulled the necklace from underneath your uniform. Upon closer inspection, you couldn’t find anything wrong with the timeturner necklace and sighed in relief that you hadn’t broken a piece of Ministry property.

Though many of your teachers had argued against it, you had taken a leaf out of Hermione’s book from three years ago and loaded up on classes to prepare for your N.E.W.T.S. However, the amount of classes you wished to take did not all fit into one schedule, so with Dumbledore’s permission you were gifted the only other timeturner you knew existed in order to take all your classes.

Not worrying about the sensation you had previously felt with the timeturner, you quickly spun the hourglass three times to go back in time to take your Ancient Ruins class. However, instead of the normal drop of your stomach you got when traveling back in time, you instantly felt sick and as though you would pass out at any moment as time wound back and the room spun.

oOoOo

When the spinning ceased, you found yourself on the floor of a busy corridor, with a person standing above you. Relief flooded through your veins when you looked up at the familiar face. “Harry!”

“Are you alright?”

The pounding in your head signaled you were not alright and you rubbed the source of the headache, confused. “Harry, uh, what happened?” you asked.

“Sorry, love, but I’m not Harry. I’m James, James Potter. Why have I never seen your face around here?”

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