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Sixth Year, a Summary: Chapter 16

Quinn Chandler

I was brought into an infirmary of sorts by a group of six kids whose names I later learned. I saw Theo sitting on one of the beds. When he saw me his jaw dropped, “Quinn?” he gaped.

I grinned, “Hey, Theo.” I ignored the weird looks some of the kids gave me and hugged him.

“What are you doing here? How did you even get here? How did you know?” He asked me.

“We wrote him a letter—” James started to explain.

“Her.” I corrected him.

“What?”

“You wrote her a letter. I’m gender-fluid.” I explained.

“Oh, so’s my uncle Percy.” Fred said, “Well, sort of. He transfigured himself into a woman so he could fuck and have a kid. He changed back into a man after she was born, but he’s been going back and forth quite a bit.”

“Speaking of fucking…” Cynthia said, nudging Victoir.

“What? I’m not gonna tell him now.” Victoir protested.

“Why not?” Alice asked.

Victoir sighed, “Fine. Teddy, I—” she took a deep breath, “I’m pregnant.”

Theo nearly jumped out of the bed, “What? Seriously?”

She nodded, “I was going to tell you last night, but then you went and got yourself rightly traumatised.”

“Not my fault.” Theo insisted.

A nurse walked into the room, “Shouldn’t you six be in class by now?” she said, almost pushing them out the door.

I sat down next to Theo, “So…Teddy, huh?”

Theo chuckled, “Yep.”

“I seem to remember trying to call you Teddy before. It did not end well for me.” I reminded him, “So is that just a girlfriend thing,or…?”

“No, pretty much everyone calls me that.” he said.

“Oh, really?”

“Shut up.”

There was a short, comfortable silence between us, before I said, “She seems really nice.”

“She is.” he told me, “Have I ever told you the story of how we started dating?”

“No, I can’t say you have.” I said.

“Well, we were in fourth year. She and James had gotten into a fight about something stupid over the summer. He convinced me to try to get with her, but only so I could break her heart. So we started dating. The only problem was I found it increasingly difficult to dump her.”

“So you fucked her instead.” I noted.

“We only started having sex this year. But…now she’s pregnant.”

“She is.”

“That probably means we’re gonna have to get married.”

“Probably.” I agreed.

“I think I’ll have James be my best man.”

I can’t pretend I wasn’t hurt by that. Theo had been my best friend since the day we met at the orphanage ten years ago. “Oh,” I said, “Cool.”

“Do you think you’ll be a girl?” Teddy asked rather suddenly.

“That’s not how it works.” I reminded him.

“I know, it’s just…traditionally, the groom dances with his mum. My mum’s dead. Sometimes, the groom will dance with his sister instead.” There was a long silence, “Quinn would you be my sister? When the time comes?”

I smiled and nodded. We talked some more after that. It seemed so short, but pretty soon the others came back, done with their classes for the day. 

“I should probably go.” I told Theo, “Muggles aren’t supposed to be here, and I’ve already stayed for like nine hours. It was great to see you, though.”

Theo, to my surprise, stood up and hugged me, “I missed you, too.” he said.

“How about a tour of the castle before you go?” Fred suggested, “I mean, you’ll probably never come back here, so you’re gonna want to see more than just the Hospital Wing.”

So they took me all throughout the castle, into every classroom, corridor, and courtyard. As we walked, they told me vaguely about how they were each “mildly traumatised” and they made it seem like it wasn’t really a big deal at all.

Before I left Hogwarts, Theo pulled me aside. He told me that there was more. A lot more. So I interviewed all of them and wrote down what happened in this book. My only conclusion is that everyone here needs therapy. 

We all decided that we need to hide this book, so we’re putting it in the Room of Requirement. If you find it and read it, don’t think of it as fiction. Everything that is written here actually happened.

Be careful.

Don’t let the same things happen to you.

Don’t underestimate your peers.

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Sixth Year, a Summary: Chapter 15

Victoir Weasley

The day before Teddy was tortured to near insanity, Annalise invited the girls to a little party. Nothing fancy, she just didn’t want to have to celebrate her first birthday without Charles alone. We camped out on the Astronomy Tower for the night.

“Welcome to my humble abode.” Annalise said, welcoming us. She gave Cynthia a kiss.

“Damn, now I know how you felt, Cynthia.” Alice said, shaking her head.

“Shut up.” I whispered to her, “They’re too cute to interrupt.”

Cynthia handed Annalise a gift bag, “Happy birthday.”

“I told you not to get me anything.” Annalise protested, “It just makes me feel even worse for not getting you anything.”

“We weren’t together on my birthday.” Cynthia reminded her.

“Doesn’t matter, I still feel bad.” Annalise said, but took the gift anyway. She unwrapped it and pulled out…a kitten. She just stared down at it, tearing up.

“Her name is Auggie.” Cynthia told her. A tear rolled down Annalise’s cheek, “She’s a munchkin tabby. And don’t worry, she’s not an animagus.”

Annalise, still holding the kitten, embraced Cynthia, “Thank you.” she mumbled into her shoulder.

When they drew back, Annalise dried her eyes, “Damn, now I really feel bad.” she said with a chuckle. She glanced over at Alice and I and noticed us staring, “Sorry about that, guys. I mean, it’s been six months, there’s no reason for me to still be this sad about—”

“Excuse me?” I cried, “There is every reason in the world! Teddy’s parents died sixteen years ago, and he still has ‘I need my mum’ moments! Shut up and be sad!”

Annalise opened her mouth to speak. And closed it. 

“Umm…so, I’ve got some party games.” Alice said, changing the subject.

When we finally started the party, we actually had a lot of fun. We played a few games, had a few drinks, played with Auggie, gave each other makeovers, and took pregnancy tests just for shits and giggles. But no one was laughing. Because mine was positive.

So you can understand why I wanted to meet up with Teddy the next day. I waited in the predetermined classroom for ten minutes, but when he didn’t show up, I stormed into the common room. “That bastard.” I muttered, flopping onto the couch.

“You alright?” James asked without looking up.

“Where the fuck is Teddy?” I asked him angrily.

“Dunno. Haven’t seen him since Divination.”

“Well he completely stood me up.” I grumbled, “I need to find him and—”

“And what, Vicky?” James interrupted, “Wherever he is, I’m sure he’s got a perfectly reasonable explanation for it. Calm down.”

“But he should be with me, and—”

“You’ve had hundreds of dates before, and hundreds more to come.” James glanced up at me, “What makes this one so special?”

“Because I was gonna tell him—” I stopped myself and sighed, “Nevermind.”

“Tell him what?” James asked, leaning forward.

“I was gonna tell him what a great boyfriend he is.” I lied. And there it was. That look on James’s face. Pure motherly skepticism. We’d always joked about James and Cynthia being the “mom friends” but damn was it true. I could always confide in James about anything. I sighed, “And I was gonna tell him what a great dad he’ll be…”

James just looked at me, eyes wide, “Are you bullshitting me right now?” he asked.

I shook my head, smiling.

“Holy shit!” he exclaimed, standing up, “I’m an uncle!”

“Not exactly, but—”

“Shut up.” James told me, hugging me.

When he pulled away, I asked, “So you don’t know where he is?”

“I’ll get the map.” James said, and ran upstairs. He quickly returned, Marauder’s Map in hand. He sat down on the sofa next to me and unfolded the old parchment. 

“That’s weird. Why would he be in some random room with Goyle?”

“I don’t know, but it can’t be good.” James said, standing up, “I’ll go get him.”

...

When James came back, he looked as if he had seen a dementor. “What’s wrong? Where’s Teddy?” I asked, standing up.

James mumbled something about Goyle and grabbed my hand. He brought me to the Hospital Wing. My breath caught in my throat as I saw Teddy laying on one of the beds, white-haired and unconscious.

I sat down next to him, “Wh-what happened?” I managed to ask.

“Cruciatus curse.”

My eyes snapped back to James, “What?”

James shifted uncomfortably, “It was Goyle. I’d be willing to bet he was behind everything that happened this year.”

“James, can you write a letter?” I asked, suddenly getting an idea.

James looked at me, confused, “Yes.”

“Okay, Teddy’s got letters in his trunk from a friend back home. Write to him. Explain what happened. I’ll go to the Headmistress and ask if he can visit Hogwarts. I mean, he already knows about magic, so what’s the harm, right?” I said, standing up. James nodded and we left the Hospital Wing.

...

I muttered the password to the Headmistress’s office (Robin had told me months ago) and stepped inside, “Professor, I assume you’ve heard about what happened to Teddy?” I asked.

“Yes, I have, Ms. Weasley. And we are already seeing to it that Mr. Goyle is punished justly for his actions.” she said, scribbling something down on a piece of parchment.

“That’s great, but that’s not why I’m here.” I told her.

“Oh?” she looked up at me, “What is it, dear?”

“James is writing to Teddy’s muggle friend, Quinn Chandler. And I was hoping you’d allow him to visit Hogwarts for a bit. Sort of mend the rules a bit. He already knows about magic, so—”

Professor McGonagall interrupted me with a sigh, “I suppose there might be a way to allow a short visit, perhaps a few hours…”

“Thank you so much, professor.” I said, already halfway out the door.

...

I spent that night in the Hospital Wing in a chair next to Teddy. A gentle shake on my shoulder woke me. Opening my eyes, I saw Madam Pomfrey standing over me. She hurried me out of the wing. With nothing better to do, I went to the Great Hall for breakfast. I sat glumly between James and Cynthia and picked at my breakfast.

The owls soon arrived, and Dior, Teddy’s owl, landed right next to me, a letter tied to its foot. I opened it and saw that it was from Quinn.

James,

Respectfully, I don’t give a fuck if the “magic of hogwarts” keeps me out, I’m on my way to see him right now. 

See you soon,

Quinn

As if on cue, the doors to the great hall burst open and a boy with blue hair and amber eyes walked in. But it wasn’t Teddy. No, this was Quinn Chandler, the first muggle to ever step foot in Hogwarts.

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Sixth Year, a Summary: Chapter 14

Theodore Lupin

Vicky and I were supposed to have a date on June third, the day after Annalise’s birthday. But her last class was Herbology, and mine was Divination, so we decided to meet in the middle, in an empty classroom. On my way down, I was grabbed and pulled into a dark room. Before I could react, I was shoved into a chair and heard someone say, “Incarcerous.” Ropes started to coil around me.

“Can we not today?” I asked calmly, trying to reason with my kidnapper, “I’ve got a date. How ‘bout you let me go, and we can pick this up next period? And trust me, I won’t bail. I’d be happy to miss Potions.” I said, turning on my pansexual white boy charm.

My captor chuckled humourlessly, “You fucking idiot.” He mused, “With all the warnings I gave you, you’d think I was asking for a reason not to do this. But no. I am going to enjoy every ounce of pain I cause you.”

“Who are you?”

“Lumos.”

At first, everything was a blur, the sharp light a hard contrast to the previous darkness. Then, the silhouette solidified into a person, “Goyle?” I was so surprised, I actually laughed out loud, “What are you gonna do, turn my shoes into slugs? Honestly, we both know you’re horrible at magic. You’ve only ever passed, like, one exam.”

Goyle scoffed, “That’s not the point I’m trying to make here, fuckface. Do you remember what that one exam was?”

“What?”

“The one exam I passed. What was it about?”

“I don’t—”

“It was about the unforgivable curses.” Goyle said with a murderous grin, “And I passed it with flying colours.” He leaned closer to me, “Would you like me to demonstrate?” he whispered.

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t, actually. So why don’t you just put the wand down, and—”

“Crucio.”

The pain was excruciating. Imagine every fiber in your body snapping and rejoining over and over again. Then multiply it by ten. When he finally let up on the curse, I looked up at him, my fear visible, “Why?” I managed to ask.

Goyle chuckled, “Do you want me to start at the beginning?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “In November, you pushed me. Made me spill ink all over my new robes. So I sent lightning your way.”

“Because I pushed you?” I asked, “That’s a bit—”

“In December,” Goyle interrupted, “You called me a virgin. Embarrassed me in front of all of your petty little friends.”

“They’re not petty—”

“So I decided to kill you.” He let that sink in for a moment before adding, “Unfortunately I missed. Hit that other boy instead.”

“That ‘other boy’ was Charles Zabini. You murdered your best friend’s brother.” I told him, aghast.

Goyle just scoffed, “Best friend?” he repeated, “I would never be friends with that fag.”

A.N.

Goyle is the homophobic shitbag, not me. I support any LGBTQ+ readers, and identify as bisexual myself. I believe you will all agree with and join with me in saying, “Vincent Goyle is the worst person ever. Honestly just fuck off, man.”

As soon as he said the word, my hatred towards him grew twenty times, “That what?” I asked, glaring at him and clenching my fist. If only I’d had my wand.

Goyle ignored me and continued, “In January, Weasley was being a perv. So I ripped out his eye. In February, Longbottom elbowed me. The black eye lasted three weeks. So I sent her letters day after day until she finally broke. In March, you decided to piss me off with a prank. So I pushed your girlfriend into the lake with a squid under the Imperius curse.”

“That was you?” I asked angrily, pulling against the ropes.

“In April, you were dumb enough to prank me again! So I slit Thomas-Finnigan’s throat. In May, Longbottom got us both detentions. But since she wasn’t around, I shot Potter instead.”

“You could’ve killed them!” I protested.

“If I wanted to kill them, they’d be dead.” Goyle told me.

“You wanted to kill me and I’m still alive.” I said before I could stop myself.

Goyle smiled his evil, twisted smile and whispered menacingly, “All in due time. Crucio.”

He held the curse for about five minutes. Five minutes of complete and utter torture. I felt my sanity shaking loose with every second. When he finally let up, my throat was hoarse from all of the screaming. I prayed to whatever gods there may be that he hadn’t cast any silencing spell on the room.

“Do you know why I hate you, Lupin?” Goyle asked suddenly.

“Enlighten me.” I said, still catching my breath.

“I hate you because of your father. A werewolf.”

“Oh, so you’re homophobic and racist?” I noted.

“Shut up.” he said, punching me in the gut. I obeyed. “Did you know that it was a werewolf that killed my parents?”

“Okay, I’m sorry for your loss, but what does that have to do with me?” I asked, genuinely confused, “It wasn’t my father that killed them.”

“Doesn’t matter. They’re all the same.” Goyle spat.

“That doesn’t even make a little bit of sense.” I told him.

Goyle sighed, “You’re right. It doesn’t. Unfortunately for you, this is really fun, so…Crucio!”

This happened again and again and again. I lost track of the time I spent screaming in agony. I felt so numb that I hardly noticed when James ran into the room, limping, shortly followed by two professors. I was vaguely aware of the fight happening in front of my eyes as James untied me. But I remember the look on Goyle’s face as he was tackled to the ground. Victory. He was fucking proud of what he’d accomplished. I don’t think I’ve ever hated someone more than I did then.

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Sixth Year, a Summary: Chapter 13

James Potter

I walked into the common room. Cynthia was using charades to try to get Fred to understand something. It had been about a month since Cynthia went mute and none of us had picked up on or cared to learn any BSL. Sometimes, if she really needed to talk, she’d whisper, but she hardly ever did due to the pain it caused her.

Vicky and Teddy were standing, talking about something. I walked over to them and hugged Vicky from behind. I rested my chin on her shoulder, “Hey, bitch.”

She tensed, which is not what I was expecting. She moved my hands away shakily and turned to face me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing. Sorry.” she muttered.

“Are you sure?” I glanced uncertainly at Teddy before looking back down at her, “You look like—”

I was interrupted by Alice storming into the common room, visibly pissed, “That fucking Goyle! Fucking little piece of shit got us both detention for the week. And then he decides to fucking—” she groaned, “I fucking hate my life.”

We locked eyes for a moment before she walked up the stairs.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“I’m taking your swords.” she muttered.

I felt myself go pale, “Fucking shit!” I cried, running after her, only a few steps behind her. She burst into my dormitory and threw open my trunk. I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back. Vicky vaulted over both of us and grabbed the swords from my trunk. She tossed them to Teddy. I stood up, grabbed the swords from him, and started running. 

I didn’t look back. I didn’t stop. I didn’t care what I had to do to ensure that Alice would hurt herself. I kept running until I could run no further. I slowed to a stop, panting for breath. 

I glanced behind me and saw nothing. I sighed a sigh of relief and looked around. I needed a place to hide the swords. Suddenly, as if by magic, a door appeared. Now that I think of it, this was Hogwarts, so it definitely was magic. I opened the door and walked inside. 

Inside, the room was littered with random objects. There was stuff everywhere. A lot of it looked as if it had been damaged by fire, but some of it was still intact, including some old rusted swords with which I hid my own. I wandered through the aisles in awe, before I heard the sound of the door opening and closing behind me. I froze, unsure of what to do.

“What are you doing here, Potter? Hiding your weapons from your dear sweet girlfriend? Let the bitch cut herself if she wants, I say.” The person (likely a male based on their voice, but who am I to make such assumptions?) said.

I scoffed, “Who are you and what do you want? And why do you hate Alice?”

“That’s none of your business.” They spat. They reached into their pocket and pulled out something. From my point of view, I couldn’t see what it was.

“But since she’s not here, I suppose you can take her punishment. Unless you tell me where she is.” They rounded the corner and I finally got a good look at what they were holding; a Webley Revolver.

I laughed. I know, I should’ve been scared. And believe me, anywhere else I would’ve been, but this was Hogwarts. “You idiot! Non-magical objects don’t work here.”

I expected them to be embarrassed. I expected them to walk away. Hell, they could’ve pulled out their wand and I wouldn’t have been surprised! I didn’t expect them to cock the gun, “Bold of you to assume this isn’t magic.” they said.

I paled. Now I was starting to get scared. I stood there, frozen. I watched as they stepped closer, “W-what?”

“It’s enchanted, dumbass.”

“Enchanted how?” I asked, hoping with the entirety of my soul that it wasn’t an accuracy spell.

“Infinite ammunition. But that doesn’t matter right now. I’ll give you three seconds to tell me where Alice is.” They told me, “One.”

Too many thoughts started running through my head. Who is this guy? Why do they want to hurt Alice? Where the hell am I and can I be found?

That last one took me by surprise. I’m not the type of guy to think logically. But this was different. 

“Two.”

I vaguely remembered my dad telling me and Teddy about a secret room in Hogwarts when we were like five years old. He said it didn’t show up on the Marauders’ map. I figured that Alice had looked for me on the map, only to find that I wasn’t there. I prayed that her parents had told her about the room and that she and Teddy were on their way.

“Three.” The word pulled me out of my thoughts. I scrambled over to where I’d put my swords, but I was a second too late. The bullet shot through the side of my knee. The adrenaline kept me standing for a bit. But as soon as I took another step, I collapsed on the ground with a cry of pain.

“Stay still, dammit.” They muttered, raising the pistol once more.

“Expelliarmus!” Alice called from the door. She and Teddy rushed in. They rounded on the offender, who ducked into a large wooden cabinet and shut the door. When Alice opened the door again, they were gone, “Shit, where’d he go?”

“You can’t just assume they’re a guy, Alice.” I said, my words slightly slurred.

Teddy and Alice looked over at me, concerned, “You alright, mate?” Teddy asked.

“Never better. But that might just be the adrenaline talking.” I repositioned myself, moving my leg in the process. Big mistake. I winced in pain and Teddy and Alice saw the blood smeared on the floor, “Yeah, definitely the adrenaline.” I said through gritted teeth.

The next thing I knew, they were at my side. Alice rolled up the leg of my trousers and grimaced. I looked down at my bloodied, wounded knee. “Damn. That bullet went straight through,” I said, though it was kind of hard to tell with the room spinning.

“Bullet? You were shot?” Teddy exclaimed.

“Not my finest moment, I’ll admit, but—”

“How is that even possible? Muggle objects don’t work at Hogwarts!”

“Yeah, the asshole enchanted it.” I explained. “What are you doing?” I asked Alice, who was frantically looking around.

“Trying to find something to use as a bandage, dumbass.” She said. She finally found some tattered old cloaks. She ripped one into a thin strip and tied it tightly around my knee, “Can you stand?”

“With or without crumbling to the ground in tears and losing so much blood that I act insanely drunk and start confessing random shit I did when I was like six?”

“Without, preferably.” She said, slightly taken aback at my specificity.

“Oh, then there’s no chance.”

“Okay.” Despite her attempts to sound calm, I could tell she was panicking, “So then we’ll carry you, and—”

“All the way to the Hospital Wing?” Teddy asked skeptically, “I’ve got a better idea. You know Robin?”

“My cousin? Yeah, I know her.” I said.

“Dumb question, sorry. Basically, since they pushed back apparation lessons to seventh year for some reason, I convinced her to teach me. I’ve only ever done it with myself, and never this far, but—”

“Whatever.” Alice interrupted, “I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?” Teddy opened his mouth to speak, but Alice shook her head, “Don’t answer that. It’s our only option.”

Maybe I blacked out, or maybe it worked, but a few seconds later, we were in the Hospital Wing, startling Madam Pomfrey. “What on earth happened?” she asked, seeing the bloodstained cloth around my knee.

“He was shot.” Alice said.

“What?” Pomfrey exclaimed.

“With a gun.” I added.

“What?” She shouted, “How is that even—”

“The gun was enchanted.” we said in unison.

“I…I see.” she said, calming herself down, “Have a seat on the bed, I can’t work on the floor.” she hurried away to gather her shit.

We glanced at each other, “I can’t stand.” I whispered, “And I’m way too proud to allow you to carry me.”

Teddy nodded, “Right. Well, desperate times call for desperate measures.” he said, drawing his wand.

“What are you—”

“Levicorpus.”I’ve flown before. Hell, I’ve flown upside down before. I mean, I played quidditch for two years. This wasn’t anything new. Except…it was. I had no control over my body. Not to mention the fact that I’d lost a lot of blood, and the little that remained was rushing to my head. So when I was laid on the bed, I was already close to passing out. But then Pomfrey came out holding a needle and thread, and I can’t remember what happened next.

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Sixth Year, a Summary: Chapter 12

Cynthia Thomas-Finnigan

The day had finally come. On March 31, I came out to my friends. We were in the common room. Teddy, Fred, and James were discussing pranks for the next day, Vicky was reading, and Alice was playing with her hair. 

I took a deep breath and cleared my throat, “Hey, guys?”

They all looked up, “Yeah?” Vicky asked.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” I glanced at Fred, who immediately knew what I was about to say. He smiled and nodded, encouraging me to go on.

“I…” I take another deep breath, “Oh, fuck it. I’m bi.”

They were silent for about two seconds before they started bombarding me with questions.

“Wait…really?” Alice asked.

“Yes.”

“How long have you known?” Vicky asked.

“Since January, I guess.”

“How did you find out?” Teddy asked.

“I met someone.”

“Are you dating a girl now, then?” James asked.

Fred looked at me, an eyebrow raised. I smiled, “Yeah. I am.”

Fred immediately jumped out of his seat, “I fucking called it!” he shouted joyfully, “That kiss was the beginning of my favourite couple, excluding myself and Petra of course.” I laughed. I’d never seen him so happy before.

“Holy shit, wait,” Teddy said, “Fred, you know who it is?”

Fred just nodded, still grinning ear-to-ear.

Teddy turned to me, “Who? Please, the suspense alone will kill me.”

“Fred seems like he’s about to explode. I’ll let him do the honours.” I said.

“Annalise Zabini!” he blurted out, almost before I’d finished my sentence, “She’s dating Annalise fucking Zabini!”

...

The next day was April first, and the boys were invested. They charmed the radios in the muggle study classrooms to insult anyone who called muggle inventions weird, they put fake spiders in the jelly, they sent all the Slytherins (except for Annalise) snakes in a can at breakfast and proceeded to set them off at the same time, they managed to convince the ghosts to all scream at the same exact time, they cut Hagrid’s bushy hair into a mohawk, and they organised a flashmob in the middle of Charms only to pretend it never happened. 

During lunch, they placed a sticking charm on all of the benches that could only be lifted if you sang the chorus to Bang Bang by Nicki Minaj at the top of your lungs. They also caused an avalanche of water, flour, and glitter to rain down on Vincent Goyle as soon as he walked into the Great Hall. He stormed out of the room, furious.

After lunch, I had potions with the Slytherins. Vincent was off somewhere sulking, so I got to sit next to Annalise. About halfway through the lesson, she leaned next to me and whispered, “Why are all of your friends staring at us?”

I glanced back at them. They all quickly looked away, pretending that they were actually doing their work and not eavesdropping. I sighed and turned back to Annalise, “I came out to them yesterday.”

Annalise gaped at me, “Merlin’s ass, really?”

I smiled and nodded.

“How did it go?” She asked.

“Great. I actually feel a lot better out of the closet than I did in.”

“I think you deserve a reward.” Annalise suggested with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“I think you’re right.” I said. I raised my hand, “Excuse me, Professor Slughorn? May I go to the toilet?”

He nodded, “Yes, be quick.”

I stood up to leave and Annalise raised her hand, “Me too, sir?” She asked.

“Yes, after Miss Thomas-Finnigan comes back.” He said.

“But Professor,” Annalise looked him dead in the eyes, “I’m on my period. Are you really gonna deny a girl access to the bathroom if she’s on her period?”

Slughorn turned beet red, “Oh, um, yes, you may go.” He said, clearly flustered. 

Annalise and I walked out of the room, both holding back a smile. Halfway down the corridor, we bursted out laughing, “Did you see his face?”

“It was priceless.” I said, catching my breath.

Once our laughter died down, Annalise took my hand in hers, “So, are we going to the bathroom? Or somewhere else? I really don’t want to deal with Myrtle right now, so…”

“Then how about the library?” I suggested. When we got there, we wasted no time. We started making out. And we would’ve kept it up forever if we hadn’t heard someone talking close by. 

Two girls rounded the corner, a Slytherin and a Hufflepuff. I recognised them as Sequoia Simone and Kim Harris, president and vice president of the Hogwarts Drama Club.

“Oh, hey Simone.” Annalise said.

“Hey…” she glanced back and forth between me and Annalise before grabbing Harris’s hand and pulling her away, “Carry on.”

Harris whispered something to Simone. I caught the words, “Quidditch muscles,” followed by a fit of giggling. They hurried away to the other end of the library.

Annalise leaned in for another kiss, but we were interrupted once more, this time by Madam Pince walking by, “Miss Zabini, you have not returned the book you borrowed six months ago. Where is it?”

“I’m still reading it.” She explained.

“Uh-huh.” Madam Pince sounded unimpressed, “Detention.”

“What? No, Madam-” Annalise tried to protest, but Pince walked away. Annalise turned to me, “I’ll be right back.” she said before hurrying to follow her.

I waited patiently for her, browsing through the aisle of books to waste the time. At the end of the shelf were an assortment of magazines. One caught my eye and I pulled it off the shelf. It was titled Yes, Glitter! I flipped through the pages, skimming through the articles. Suddenly, I felt something cold and sharp pressed against my neck.

“You and your stupid Gryffindor pals need to stop meddling in things you don’t understand.” Someone whispered menacingly in my ear, “Of course, you’ll have a hard time telling them without your voice.” they slit my throat, not deep enough to kill me, although the blood loss definitely could have, but just deep enough that when I tried to scream, I couldn’t. My now damaged larynx wouldn’t allow it. The person ran off, leaving behind a sprinkle of flour and glitter.

Annalise walked back over, obviously pissed, “I can’t belive I got a fucking detention for—” she noticed the blood, “What the fuck happened?” She asked, panicking.

I almost started signing, but remembered that she didn’t know BSL. I moved my hand across my neck in an attempt at charades.

She seemed to get the message, “Who did this?” she asked.

I hesitated. He had been Annalise’s only friend since her second year. Was I really about to ruin that relationship?

I shrugged.

“Okay. Fuck.” She said, ripping off a piece of her robe, “Tie this around your neck. Not so tight that you can’t breathe, but tight enough to slow the bleeding.”

I did so, and we started running to the hospital wing. Time was running out.

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Sixth Year, a Summary: Chapter 11

Victoir Weasley

On March twenty third, Teddy surprised me with a picnic lunch date at the black lake. (Actually, if I’m honest, it wasn’t a surprise. It was my birthday, so I was expecting something like this.)

So we were sitting on the shore, just talking, when Teddy stood up, “How about a walk along the shore?” He offered, holding out his hand. 

“Gladly.” I took his hand and we walked for a bit.

As we walked, Teddy told me about his latest prank.

“I put laxatives in all of the owls’ food in the owlery. You’re lucky you slept in. The Great Hall still smells like shit. One of the owls shitted directly onto Goyle’s head. Merlin’s beard, it was priceless.”

I laughed, “Is that why we’re having lunch here?”

“It’s one of the reasons.” Teddy chuckled. He reached into his pocket, “Oh, shit.” He muttered.

“What?”

“I left your present by the picnic blanket.”

I chuckled, “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

“Okay, stay here.” He told me before jogging back to the blanket. We’d gone about halfway around the lake at that point.

I stood there waiting, watching him as he ran. I sighed and looked down at the lake. It really takes after its name. The water was so dark that you couldn’t see two inches in front of you. You'd think that would make it reflective. But no, I couldn't see the person who pushed me into the lake.

When I stepped back onto the shore, I was freezing cold and soaking wet. Teddy jogged back over and grinned, “Went for a swim, did you?”

“Shut up.” I muttered, shivering, “Someone pushed me in.”

Teddy’s smile faded, “Who?”

I shrugged, “I don’t know.” I looked down at the box in his hand, “Is that my gift?” I asked, changing the subject.

Teddy still looked uncomfortable, but he forced a smile on his face, “Uh, yeah. It is. I saw it over the summer, and thought of you, so…here.” He handed me the box.

I opened it. Inside were a pair of earrings. Dangling from each silver hook, was a small ram made of aquamarine.

“The ram is because you’re an Aries, and aquamarine is your birthstone.” He explained, “And, don’t worry, they’re Muggle-made, so they won’t jump off the hooks and run around like the ones I gave you last year.”

“That’s always a plus.” I said, holding the earrings up to the fading light of the sunset, “They’re really cute, thank you.”

“Of course.” He smiled sweetly. A breeze blew past, rustling his light blue hair. I started shivering again.

“Honestly, what were you thinking?” Teddy asked, making me look up.

“What?”

“Swimming in the middle of March? I thought you were smarter than that.” He said with a smirk.

“Shut up!” I pushed him, and he fell face first into the water.

“Hey, now I’m all wet,” he complained, splashing me.

“Come on, Teddy. Seriously? Swimming in the middle of March? I thought you were smarter than that.” I said with a smirk.

Teddy grabbed my arm and pulled me in next to him. We swam around for a bit, before it finally got too cold to bear. Teddy waded over to the shore. I was about to follow him, but something wrapped around my ankle.

“Ew.” I said, looking down, even though I couldn’t see through the water.

“What is it?” Teddy asked, glancing back at me.

“I think there’s some seaweed or something here.” I told him, trying to pull my foot away.

“Really? I didn’t feel any over there.”

I reached down to try to pull it off, “Yeah, I don’t know, it’s…” My hand reached something soft, smooth, slightly slimy, and somewhat rubbery to the touch. Definitely not seaweed. “Oh, shit.” I said, realising what it actually was.

Two seconds later, I was under water, being pulled down to the bottom of the lake by the giant squid that resided there. I could hear a muffled, “Sanuspirantes!” coming from above the water.

I held my breath for as long as I could. It was so incomprehensibly dark, that I couldn’t tell if my eyes were open or not. That is, until I saw its eye. The eye of the giant squid glowed bright in the depths of the darkness, allowing me some vision. It wrapped its tentacles around me, nearly crushing me. It pulled me closer and closer to its beak.

I’ve taken Care of Magical Creatures every year at Hogwarts. I remembered one specific lesson as I was pulled underwater, running out of oxygen. “The giant squid’s harmless.” Professor Hagrid had said, “Its mouth is too small ter eat a human. It could take chunks outta ya, sure. But this squid’s a sweetheart, he’d never ye. I remember one year, a first-year fell outta the boat. The squid picked ‘im up and plopped ‘im onto the shore.”

I didn’t have to be a squid biologist to tell that this was wrong. Something, or rather someone, was controlling the squid, giving it violent commands. The Imperius curse, probably. That was my last thought before I completely ran out of air. I was vaguely aware of a pair of hands grabbing me. Pulling me away from the possessed squid. I closed my eyes and welcomed the darkness.

...

When I opened my eyes again, Teddy was standing over me, looking terrified, “Oh, thank Dumbledore!” he exclaimed, “What happened?”

“Il y avait un calmar…un putain de calmar…et il…m’a attrapé et—” I muttered, not really realising I was speaking French.

Looking back, I doubt he understood anything I said, but he nodded and pulled me into a tight hug.

I panicked and pushed him away. Teddy looked hurt, but his expression faded to one of sympathy and understanding. He grabbed my hand and held it tight. The small gesture was enough to almost make me forget the traumatic experience I’d just had. Almost.

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Sixth Year, a Summary: Chapter 10

Alice Longbottom

Fred was discharged about a week later with nothing more than an eyepatch, which he was pretty excited about. The only downside, in his opinion, was his lack of depth perception and peripheral vision.

“What is it with you Weasley men? You’re always losing body parts.” I said one Saturday at breakfast.

“What do you mean?” Fred asked.

“Your dad lost his ear, you lost your eye.” I explained.

He chuckled, “That’s true.” The owls flew in. One dropped a letter for Cynthia, one dropped a letter for Teddy, one dropped a package for Fred, and one dropped a letter for me. I pushed mine aside because I didn’t really give a shit.

Fred eyed the package with confusion. He picked up the card attached to it, “I heard you needed a replacement.” he read aloud. He flipped the card over, “It’s from Eliana.”

“Maybe a late Christmas present?” James suggested.

Fred unwrapped it and immediately started dying of laughter. Eliana had sent him a jar of Granger Approved Chocolate Eyes.

...

After breakfast, I went up to the common room and took the letter out of my pocket. I turned it over in my hands. There was no return address. I glanced back at James, “Do you know who sent this?”

“Nope.” He said.

“You didn’t even look.”

He glanced up at me, “I don’t know who sends you letters.”

I opened the letter.

Dear Miss Alice Longbottom,

I hope you realise that the love in your life is fake.

Your “boyfriend” doesn’t really love you. Why else would he ignore you for a whole night, and on New Year’s Eve no less?

And not to mention your “best friend,” Victoir. She seems to care more about that girl Cynthia than she does about you.

And then we get to your father. He gave you, his own daughter, detention just because you wanted to leave a party. And when you tried to explain, he wouldn’t listen.

Need I go on?

No one loves you.

No one wants you.

No one cares.

Sincerely,

The Only One with the Truth

I scoffed after reading that. I crumpled the letter up and threw it in the dustbin. I didn’t believe it for a second. But the next morning, I got another letter saying the same thing. And the next day, I got another. And another. And another. The writer kept sending them for about a month. I was able to push it away and not think much about it for a while.

And then it got much worse.

It was February fourteenth, and I got another letter. But this time it was a bit different.

Alice,

If you think I’m lying, that’s fine.

But I know for a fact that James isn’t going to do shit for you. Especially not today. It’s Valentine’s day, and he doesn’t love you.

He wants you dead.

We all do.

Sincerely,

The Only One with the Truth

That one hit me differently. I started to think, just for a second, that maybe they weren’t far off. I hadn’t seen James at all that day. I stood up and started for the common room. I found James and Teddy in the corridor outside of the common room, deep in conversation.

“Hey, James, I’ve been getting these letters and…well, I don’t really believe them, it’s just…it’s not true, right?” I asked him, shifting my weight anxiously.

James just burst out laughing and ran down the corridor, leaving me stunned and Teddy annoyed, “Shit.” Teddy said. He started after him, “Sorry Alice, he touched the cursed parchment and now he’s like this.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.” I said, mostly trying to convince myself. I walked into the common room to find Vicky reading, “Hey, Vicky, can I talk to you about something?”

“Yeah, of course.” She said, putting the book down.

“Well, I got this letter, and—” I was interrupted by Cynthia running into the room.

“I need help with a girl.” she cried.

“What kind of help?” Vicky asked cautiously, “Cause I’m not in the mood to hide any bodies today…”

“I want to ask her out.”

Vicky immediately started throwing questions at her. I, having no interest in what they were talking about, left. I went to the greenhouses and found my father there.

“Dad, can I talk to you?” I asked.

“Can it wait? I’m a little busy.” He told me without turning around.

“No, I’m not sure it can.” I admitted.

He sighed, “Fine.” He turned around, “I’m listening.”

“So James has been—”

He sighed again, interrupting me, “Alice, sweetie, I don’t have time to talk about your love life. I’ve got work to do.”

“No, It’s not that, it’s—”

“I really don’t have time right now. Why don’t you write a letter to your mum? I’m sure she’d like to hear all about you and James.”

I sighed, “Fine.” I said, and left. I thought back to the letters I had gotten. They described how James didn’t love me, how Vicky liked Cynthia more, and how my father never listened to me. If the writer was right about those things, could what they said in their latest letter be right, too? Did everyone just want me dead?

I stopped walking in front of the door leading to the astronomy tower. I hesitated for a second before I started climbing the stairs. When I reached the top, I took a deep breath. I walked toward the edge of the tower and leaned over the railing. I closed my eyes and braced myself.

“Alice, stop!” James shouted, running up the stairs. He gasped for breath, “Don’t…don’t jump.”

“What happened to the giggling James I saw earlier? He wouldn’t have cared if I did.”

James blushed, “I’m sorry. I touched the paper and… Teddy had to punch me repeatedly to get me to snap out of it.” he said, rubbing his jaw.

I scoffed, “It doesn’t matter. I’ve made my decision.”

“No!” he protested, “No, you can’t!”

“Why the hell not?” I asked.

“Because…” he faltered, as if having trouble coming up with a reason.

“Exactly.” I muttered.

“Don’t—” James shouted. But it was too late. I was already over the railing and in the air. James raced to the edge. He fumbled for his wand. I couldn’t bear to look at him as I fell, so I closed my eyes and braced myself for the impact that got closer with every second. 

“Arresto Momentum!” James screamed. I could feel myself slowing down, but it wasn’t enough. I hit the ground and lost consciousness. I wasn’t dead, but I knew that there was a part of me that would never be fully alive again.

...

When I woke up, I was wrapped in bandages and lying in the Hospital Wing. James sat next to me, tapping his foot anxiously. When he noticed I was awake, his breath caught in his throat and I could see the relief in his eyes, “How are you feeling?” he asked softly.

I shook my head, “Why didn’t you just let me die?” I asked quietly.

“I don’t think I could’ve if I tried.” He answered. He stayed quiet for a moment before asking, “Why did you do it?”

“I don’t know. The thought was always in my mind, even if it was just a whisper.” I said, “I guess I’ve just been able to ignore it until now. Able to convince myself that I’m actually loved.”

“You are loved. I swear.” He assured me, putting his hand on mine, “Even if no one else loves you, I do. I always will.”

I sighed, “Yeah. I love you too.”

He hesitated, “I don’t think someone can really love someone else if they don’t love themselves first.”

I scoffed, “That is such bullshit. I have never loved myself. But you?” I paused, “I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.”

He looked at me with a look I’d never seen on him before. We kissed and I remembered why life was worth living.

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Sixth Year, a Summary: Chapter 9

Fred Weasley

As we were nearing the end of the holiday, Cynthia and Annalise started spending more and more time together. Interesting. So I decided to investigate.

It was New Year’s Eve, and many students had asked (read as: begged) Professor McGonagall to let them have another party in the Great Hall, since the first one ended rather abruptly. She agreed, solely because they kept bugging her about it.

Annalise had insisted that she stayed at school, despite her parents’ requests. Cynthia had told her about the party, and they both came. Victoir had gone home for the holidays, so Teddy went with James and Alice. The poor girl had to third-wheel the whole night. Honestly, nothing can stop that bromance.

Petra Bea went home, too, so I had nothing better to do than spy on my friend. Can you really blame me?

I found them at a table in the far corner of the Great Hall. They were just…talking. Like normal people. I sat down at a nearby table and tried my best to listen in.

“…it’s not like he doesn’t like me,” Annalise was saying, “He just doesn’t know how to have social interactions.”

“Okay, but has he ever had a meaningful conversation with you?” Cynthia asked.

“No, but…that doesn’t really matter, does it?” 

Cynthia hesitated, “It kind of does. I just don’t think he’s really a good friend if he—” she stopped herself, “I’m sorry that’s not any of my business.”

Annalise sighed, “No, you’re right. He’s kind of a dick.” she took a sip of her drink.

Cynthia glanced up at the giant ball-drop tower that someone had projected onto the ceiling, “Five minutes till midnight.” she noted, “Wanna ditch this and go hang out in the library or something?”

Annalise let out a relieved sigh, “Yes, please.”

They got up to leave, so, naturally, I followed. When I got there, Annalise said, “Tell me three things about you that I don’t already know.”

“Well…” Cynthia thought for a moment, “One: I have gay dads. Two: I am adopted, and they were expecting me to be a muggle, but I just happened to be a witch. And three… oh, I have a deaf little brother so I know a lot of BSL.”

“That’s actually really cool.” Annalise said, sounding generally interested, “What’s his name?”

“Nolan. He’s thirteen. And he’s a muggle. He’s also adopted.” Cynthia said, “What about you? Tell me three things about yourself.” 

“I take fencing lessons over the summer. I am allergic to parsley. And I still have a blanket that I got when I was like two.”

Cynthia’s watch beeped, interrupting their conversation. She glanced down at it and then back up at Annalise, “Happy new year.” she said. They stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before Annalise pulled Cynthia in for a kiss. 

I’ll admit, I had an internal fan-girl moment. I wanted to jump out and shout, “Happy new year,” and bother them a ton, but someone grabbed me and pulled me into a dark corner of the library, ruining my flawless plan.

“It’s not very nice to spy.” they whispered in my ear. They covered my mouth with their hand as Cynthia and Annalise ran past, holding hands and smiling like a cute little couple should.

I moved their hand away, “I wasn’t spying, I was discovering my new favourite couple.” I explained.

The person, probably a boy by the sound of his voice, chuckled darkly, “It’s all the same. You ruined a great plan. So to make sure you don’t ruin any more…” he covered my mouth with one hand again, moving his free one to my eye.

“Don’t move.” he whispered menacingly before he wrapped his fingers around the side of my eyeball and pulled. It was beyond incredibly painful. It was like stinging and burning, an inflammatory headache of searing pain. He kept pulling and pulling until the optic nerve just snapped. My eye popped out and he turned it over in his hand, as if admiring it.

My eye socket was bleeding a ton, and I moved my hand up to try to slow the bleeding. The person stood up and walked out of the library, leaving me with no eye, and no depth perception.

After a moment of just sitting there in shock and pain, wondering what the hell just happened, I stood up and staggered out of the library. I quickly found Cynthia and Annalise again talking amongst the crowd and, ignoring the blood dripping down my face, I hugged them both and said, “You two are my favourite couple now.”

Cynthia sighed, “How much of that conversation did you—” she stopped when she got a good look at my face, “Merlin’s beard, what the hell happened to you?”

I shrugged, “Someone ripped out my eye. But anyway, are you two officially dating yet?”

“No, we’re not, and you can’t just tell us that someone ripped out your eye and give no context. I hardly even know you, but still.” Annalise said.

I sighed, “Petra Bea isn’t here, so I was bored, so I was listening in on your conversation. And then you kissed and I almost jumped out right then, but someone grabbed me and ripped my eye out. He said I ruined his plan, but he ruined mine, too.”

“You’re bleeding a lot, do you wanna sit down?” Cynthia offered.

“No, I’m fine.” I assured her.

“Sit down.” she said more firmly and practically dragged me to Teddy, James, and Alice’s table.

“What the hell, are you okay?” Teddy asked when I sat down across from him. At least, I think I was across from him. It was kinda hard to tell with the room spinning.

“Yes, I’m fine. Why is everyone so worried?”

“Because your fucking eye is missing.” James reminded me.

“It doesn’t even hurt that bad.” I told them, “I just have a splitting headache, and I can’t really see straight, and I feel lightheaded…okay, so maybe I’m not great, but—”

“But what?” Alice interrupted, “How did you even lose your eye? How does that happen?”

“He didn’t lose it, someone ripped it out.” Annalise told them. She and Cynthia had sat down at the table as well.

“That is ten times worse.” Teddy said.

“Damn, you’re bleeding all over the place.” James noted, handing me a napkin. Even with my eyelid closed, the napkin turned red fairly quickly.

“We need to bring you to the Hospital Wing, mate.” Teddy suggested.

“Yes. Brilliant idea.” Cynthia agreed.

“I don’t think it’s that serious.” I told them.

“Too bad.” Alice said. James grabbed my arm and yanked me out of my seat. 

The whole group started walking me to the Hospital Wing, which I thought was pretty sweet, yet unnecessary. When we were about halfway there, I started stumbling a bit more. I tried to ignore the fact that the corridor was spinning, “Can we take a short little break?” I asked.

The others all looked at me. Their faces were blurry, but I could tell they looked worried. I can’t say for sure, but I think their worry probably grew when I passed out two seconds later.

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Sixth Year, a Summary: Chapter 8

Theodore Lupin

Word of advice: When your girlfriend and best friend tell you to drink your worries away, just say no.

I don’t remember much from that night, but James kept refilling the bottle. And I’m pretty sure I saw Vicky have a couple drinks herself.

I woke up the next morning on a sofa in the common room with Vicky asleep next to me. My head was hurting so badly that I couldn’t even admire how cute she looked right then. Vicky soon awoke, and we stumbled down to the Great Hall for breakfast, nauseous and in dire need of some Aspirin.

I spotted Cynthia, James, and Alice at the Gryffindor table. Cynthia was engrossed in a copy of Yes, Glitter! and James had a large box in front of him. When I sat down next to him, he shoved a piece of paper in my face and asked, “Did you know about this?”

I took the paper and looked at it for a minute. It was a poster for a band in the late 1980’s. There were four women on the poster. There was Hermione Granger on the cello, Luna Lovegood on the electric guitar, Ginny Weasley on drums, and…Nymphadora Tonks on bass and lead vocals.

“Where did you get this?” I asked James, bewildered.

“My dad sent me a box of random shit.” he explained.

“But…why were our mums in a band?” I asked, still trying to make sense of the whole thing.

“I don’t know, but that’s not all. Look at this stuff.” He pulled out two swords and unsheathed one halfway.

“Woah, do that again.” Alice told him.

“Why?” James asked, but still complied.

“The sound is just so satisfying. I feel like unsheathing those just finishes any sentence perfectly. Like, I hate mushrooms, shing shing.” Alice feigned unsheathing swords, accidentally elbowing Vincent Goyle in the eye, “Sorry, mate.” she said. He stormed away

“That’s actually so true.” I agreed, “But you’ve gotta do a voice.” He put on a deep and mysterious voice, “I want a cat, shing shing.”

“You guys are so weird.” James laughed. He put the swords back and pulled out a sealed envelope. Written on the back were things like Do not open! and Cursed! James and I glanced at each other and smirked. He put the envelope back and pulled out a coupon for Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes.

“I’m not giving this to either of you, so don’t even ask.” James told us.

“Damnit.” I muttered.

James stuffed the coupon in his pocket and pulled out the final items; a cloak and a map.

“Are those…?” I started.

“His fucking invisibility cloak and the Marauders’ map.” James said in disbelief and excitement.

His joy was short-lived, however, for Professor McGonagall stood up and said, “I suppose I owe you all an explanation for the Winter ball’s abrupt end last night. It is with a heavy heart that I have to tell you that one of our students tragically passed away during the event. Charles Zabini was a bright presence among us, and his passing leaves a gaping hole in the lives of everyone who knew him. I know that this news will be shocking and deeply upsetting for many of you, and it’s important that we come together to support each other during this incredibly difficult time. And please be patient with others, especially his sister. For those of you who wish to spend the holidays with your families, the Hogwarts Express will be departing today at noon as usual." She sat back down and conversation started up again. James turned to me, “Is that why you were stressed last night?” he asked.

I nodded. I scanned the Slytherin table for Annalise Zabini, but I couldn’t find her. I glanced over at Cynthia. She stood up and started for the door.

“Shit. Cynthia, wait.” Vicky called after her before following.

Alice picked at her roasted carrots, “If you were eating a carrot at a normal carrot-eating speed, how long would the carrot have to be for it to take an hour to eat it?” she asked suddenly.

James and I looked at her, “That…that’s a good question…” I said, inspecting the carrots on her plate.

James laughed again, “Why does this conversation even exist?”

“Because we exist.” Alice answered.

“Deal with it.” I added.

Author's Note:

Most of the items James received are from the podcast "Fanatical Fics and Where to Find Them" https://www.fanaticalfics.com

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Sixth Year, a Summary: Chapter 7

Annalise Zabini

I sat in Professor McGonagall’s office, silent as she scribbled something down on a piece of parchment, tied the parchment to an owl, and opened the window. As the owl flew off, she turned to face me, “I can only say this bluntly,” she said, taking a breath, “The killing curse was performed this evening in the boy’s lavatory.”

“Performed by who?” I asked.

“We don’t know that yet.” Professor McGonagall said.

“Well then you should do a little investigation. Interview the students and—”

“Miss Zabini.” she interrupted, “It was performed on your brother.”

I didn’t hear anything she said after that. I’m pretty sure she walked me back to my common room. I went straight to bed. I cried myself to sleep that night.

I awoke in a rather cheerful mood. Probably because I slept till noon. I made my way down to the Great Hall for lunch. When I sat down, I realised that almost everyone was looking at me with pity in their eyes. So it wasn’t just a dream. I don’t usually talk to people, but I was especially quiet that day.

After lunch, I wasn’t in the mood for anything, so went back down to the Slytherin common room. When I stepped inside, Lucilia Nott noticed me, “Professor McGonagall told everyone what happened during breakfast today.” She told me, “I’m really sorry.”

I didn’t really know what to say, so I just nodded.

“There is something I want to show you, though.” She said, walking over to an armchair. On it was a large box, which she handed to me, “These are from some of the other students.”

I took the box from her, “Thanks.” I said. She smiled at me and I made my way to my dormitory. I opened the box and started going through it. I skimmed through the letters and barely glanced at the gifts. These people don’t actually care. I thought, They barely even knew him. They’re just trying to make themselves seem like better people. 

But when I saw Cynthia’s letter, all of those thoughts melted away.

Dear Annalise,

I cannot express to you how sorry I feel. Loss is a very horrible thing. I could stop right there. But I need to say more.

Your brother could not tell me exactly how much you meant to him. But he got pretty damn close. He praised you for your courage, beauty, wisdom, and kindness. Especially your kindness. He told me the story about how you begged Professor McGonagall to change some of your classes to be together. How you had to sacrifice your favourite classes just to be with him. He told me about how you got him a cat only to find out that he was allergic. And you never really forgave yourself for that trip to St. Mungo’s.

And then he told me about your trip to America last June. He told me about the Pride Parade, and how your family was, in his words, “the proudest.” He told me that your parent is non-binary. He told me that he used to be Lydia and you and your parents were fully supportive with him becoming Charles. Which is to say, trans. And he told me that you are a lesbian, and instantly made me swear that I wouldn’t tell you he said that, in fear of damaging your relationship. 

I guess I broke that promise

All this is to say that he cared about you. He, dare I say, loved you. There is only one word that can fully describe what it feels like to lose someone: 

Alone.

But I mean to tell you that this is a lie. You are not alone. Nobody is expecting you to walk away from this perfectly fine as if nothing happened. Death is a horrible thing. A horrible, relatable thing. You can’t understand its impact until you encounter it yourself. So if you ever need anything; a good cry, a late night snack, a hug, a girl’s night out, or even just a friend, I’m here for you.

Wishing you only the best,

Cynthia

I wasted no time in trying to find her. She was sitting on a bench outside. She stood when I approached her.

I took a deep, shaky breath and hugged her. I know that probably sounds stupid, but it meant a lot to me that she stood there, letting my cry into her shoulder. 

We sat on the bench and talked for a while after that.

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Sixth Year, a Summary: Chapter 6

Victoir Weasley

The Winter ball was beautiful. Everything was covered in silver. The Christmas trees that stood in every corner of the room glistened. The Great Hall was separated into two parts, one was littered with circular tables, each with chairs around it, and the other side was cleared for dancing. I was sitting with James, Alice, Cynthia, and Teddy. Fred was off at some other table (Or perhaps he didn’t come). 

I was wearing a short light blue prom dress with an Edwardian high-neck black lace collar, and black peep toe heels. Cynthia wore a flamingo pink coloured dress that made her look like a princess straight from a fairy tale, and silver stilettos. Alice was dressed in a sleeveless sage green ball gown and black converse. James and Teddy were both in tuxedos.

The boys were lecturing us on how to properly kick someone in his balls, and I was actually very interested in the conversation, so interested that I didn’t notice Vincent Goyle and Annalise Zabini walk up to our table. 

“Hey there, Lupin.” Goyle said, leaning on the table, “That storm during the game was really something, wasn’t it?”

Teddy chuckled nervously and stood up, “That was nothing, and is not worth talking about at all. But we do need to talk about that outfit.” He eyed Goyle’s dress robes with distaste.

Goyle’s face turned red, clashing with his robes, “Go fuck yourself.” he grumbled.

“Actually,” I said, standing up, “That’s what I’m for.”

“Damn right.” Teddy agreed. He turned back to Goyle, “But I’ll bet that you’re still a virgin, aren’t you Goyle?”

He turned even redder (I didn’t think it was possible, but here we are.) and flipped Teddy and me off. We returned the gesture and he and Zabini walked away.

“So, what was he saying about the storm?” I asked Teddy once the Slytherins were out of earshot.

James stared at Teddy, “You didn’t tell her?”

Teddy just looked down at his empty plate.

“Tell me what?” I prompted. Cynthia and Alice leaned in to hear the news as well.

“Erm, well, during the game, I—” he stopped abruptly.

“Goddamn, what is it?” I asked again.

He put a finger to his soft pink lips and pointed to the front of the room where Professor McGonagall stood.

After she gave a little speech about how alcohol is bad and whatnot, Teddy and James stood up and asked me and Alice to join them on the dance floor. We happily obliged. Cynthia danced with us for a while, too, but when a love song started playing, she sat back down.

“So, what happened during the game?” I asked, still swaying to the music and leaning against Teddy.

“Ah, yes. Promise you won’t freak?” he asked.

“Sure.”

Teddy sighed, “I got struck by lightning and it was all Goyle’s fault, but I’m okay now, so everything’s fine, and you don’t have to worry about it at all.” he said in one breath.

Every muscle in my body wanted to walk over to where Goyle sat and snap his neck. But then his blood would get all over my dress, and Professor McGonagall would probably give me detention, “Oh.” I said instead, but I know Teddy could tell how angry I actually was. Even so, we continued to dance.

To my surprise, Cynthia had come back onto the dance floor, and was now dancing with none other than Charles Zabini. I was right. I’m always right.

When Teddy and I sat back down several hours later, we found that James and Alice were already at the table, Alice with a very sour look on her face.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“We were trying to go to the common room because I twisted my ankle,” Alice explained, sighing, “And my dad saw us. He misread the whole situation and now we’ve both got detentions.”

James shifted uncomfortably as Alice explained. Probably because of his shitty relationship with his own dad. Three years ago, James had received a letter saying that his parents were divorcing. His father, the infamous Harry Potter, had run off with Draco Malfoy. This bit of information surprised everyone, seeing as they were enemies when they were in school together.

But Harry left his wife (my aunt Ginny) and their kids to become a multimillionaire and live in a mansion in southern Wales with his new fiancé.

“I’m going to the toilet.” Teddy announced, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Don’t slip and break your wrist again.” I called after him. I watched him go into the lavatory after Charles Zabini, and Goyle followed soon after the both of them. Five seconds later, Goyle walked very quickly to his table. Another three seconds, and Teddy came running out. He ran past my table to where Professor McGonagall stood. The two of them ran back into the bathroom.

When they came back out, Teddy sat back down at the table, visibly shaking.

“Are you okay? What happened?” I asked. I could see that his hair, which had been teal to match my dress, was starting to change to a soft purple.

“I’m not supposed to—” he was cut off by Professor McGonagall.

“I assure you, this was not my intention, but due to an unexpected circumstance, I’m going to have to ask you all to head back to your common rooms.” She said, trying to stay calm, but clearly a little stressed.

There was an uproar of complaints and refusals. Some students left right away, but others stayed and demanded answers, and soon a large crowd began to form around Professor McGonagall.

Petra Bea Jordan, the Quidditch commentator, stood on top of a table and shouted, “Oi! Dipshits! She said to leave, didn’t she? Get to your fucking common rooms!” Petra then jumped off of the table and started for the door, quickly followed by Fred.

With a collective groan, students started to file out of the Great Hall, but when Annalise Zabini started to leave, Professor McGonagall stopped her, “Not you, Miss Zabini. I would like a word with you in my office.” she said.

...

When we got to the common room, Teddy sat down on an armchair and fidgeted nervously. His hair was now a vibrant shade of purple. I’ve known him long enough to know what each colour typically means. Blue is happy or neutral, red is angry, brown is tired, yellow is sick, white is in pain, black is sad, and purple is afraid or stressed.

James and I glanced at each other and shared the same thought. James ran upstairs and quickly returned with a small bottle of brandy. He placed it on the table next to Teddy, “Drink.” he said.

Teddy looked hesitant, “I don’t really—”

“Just drink the brandy, goddamnit.” I said.

“But—”

“You’re stressed.You don’t have to tell me why, but at least make it easier for yourself to deal with it.” I looked around at all of the other Gryffindors. I stood up on a table and shouted, “How about an after party?” Everybody happily agreed.

Someone (probably Fred) started some music, and many people started dancing. When I turned back to Teddy, his hair was still purple, but he offered me a small smile and we started to dance. I noticed that the bottle was empty, and I subtly muttered an incantation to fill it.

As the night progressed, he drank more and more, and his hair turned back to its usual blue.

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Sixth Year, a Summary: Chapter 5

Alice Longbottom

After the game, November flew by. There were a few more Quidditch matches that I didn’t attend, but as we neared December, things got a little more interesting.

On November twenty-third, Professor McGonagall made an announcement during dinner, “There will be, on December 20, a Winter ball. All students are allowed to attend…” she was drowned out by an eruption of voices from every table.

“Hey, Vicky,” I heard Teddy say from next to me, “Do you want to go together?”

“If you really loved me, you’d already know the answer,” said Vicky.

Teddy laughed. Then he said, much quieter, “That’s a yes, right?”

“Of course it is, dipshit!”

Teddy leaned forward and kissed her. I looked at James expectantly, but he avoided my eyes.

...

“You know what would be really cool?” I said to Cynthia and Vicky, as we walked to the Great Hall for lunch, “If an owl came and dropped off a bunch of roses, only they weren’t roses, they were howlers, so they’re super loud, and that’s how someone was asked to the ball.”

“That’s…oddly specific.” Vicky laughed.

I shrugged, “I’m just saying it would be cool.”

“Have James asked you, yet, Alice?” Cynthia asked as we passed through the doors.

I groaned, “No! And if he doesn’t do it quickly…” I trailed off. If James didn’t ask me, then I would have to attend the ball alone. But it was only four days until the dance, and he didn’t even show any signs of interest in me or the ball. I slumped down in my seat at the Gryffindor table. A screech came from above, and made everybody look up.

“Don’t owls usually come during breakfast?” Cynthia muttered.

The owl, which was late by several hours, appeared to be holding flowers in its talons. How cute. I was not expecting it to drop the bouquet in front of me. They were origami roses, folded out of scarlet red paper, which had started to steam.

“Are those…” Vicky was staring down at the gift. The paper was unfolding itself.

We exchanged a look, “Howlers,” I said. I opened the envelope.

“Alice,” the howler bellowed in Teddy’s voice, “James is a bloody idiot! But would you like to accompany him to the ball?”

The room was silent. I looked over at James who was sitting next to me. He had his face buried in his hands out of embarrassment. I stood up, which made him look at me. I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him close. His lips were warm and soft. They parted slightly, allowing my tongue to slip inside. As we kissed, I didn’t care about how he knew about the “oddly specific” scenario I had talked about. I didn’t care about the other students’ over-the-top reactions. All I cared about was him.

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Sixth Year, a Summary: Chapter 4

Fred Weasley

When Teddy was struck by lightning, it seemed like he was more surprised than he was hurt. (I guess you could say he was shocked.) For a moment, he just sat there, staring down at himself in confusion, before he realised he was on fire.

“Shit!” He yelped, patting his robes.

“Aguamenti,” James said, surprisingly calmly.

“Thanks, mate.” Teddy sighed.

“It’s very rare for people to be struck by lightning.” I told them.

“Yeah, so?” they asked me in unison.

“So, somebody probably made it hit you. The spell for conjuring lightning is a simple one and can be done by beginners, but when someone more advanced at Conjuring performs it, it will have more effective results.” I gestured to Teddy’s robes, which were starting to smell like a campfire. 

“But who would do that?” asked James.

I made an over exaggerated sigh and pointed to the Slytherin stands where Vincent Goyle and Annalise Zabini were. Apart from the Slytherin Quidditch team captain, they were really the only ones there.

“It wouldn’t be off character for him.” Teddy slumped down in his seat.

We were silent for a moment before I asked, “Why does he hate you so much?”

Teddy shrugged, “Believe me, if I knew, it would probably make my life so much easier.”

...

We got to the common room in celebration, congratulating Vicky and Cynthia on their victory.

“I probably could have won the game single-handedly.” I drawled. I used to be on the Quidditch team, but when Cynthia was made captain last year, I didn’t make it back on. No hard feelings, but I like to tease her about it.

“Oh, shut up,” she pushed me away, “Even Eliana could do better than you.”

We were quiet for an awkward amount of time. Nobody really liked to talk about my sister, because nobody really knows what happened to her. Except for me.

Eliana, my twin sister, was given the opportunity to study abroad with my Uncle Charlie in Romania, rather than returning to Hogwarts this year and next. You see, Ellie is obsessed with dragons. Ever since she first set eyes on one when she was six years old, she wanted a pet dragon. She even managed to smuggle a dragon egg into Hogwarts when she found it in the forbidden forest in her second year. 

But nobody knows that. Everybody thought of her as the funny kid who got into trouble all the time (which she was). Ellie wanted people to keep thinking that. She didn’t want them to know she was smart. She didn’t want them to know she was normally a good kid. “That’s not the kind of reputation that I want.” she’d always say. So that’s why everybody thinks she was transferred to Durmstrang, where the ‘bad kids’ were usually sent. In reality, she’s in Romania, working with Uncle Charlie. 

I’m happy for her, though. She gets to do what she loves without worrying about getting into too much trouble. I wish I could say the same about myself.When I first met James and Teddy, it was because we all happened to get detention on the same day for completely different reasons. Teddy and James already knew each other, and they sort of adopted me as their friend. We had many adventures together, made many messes together, and earned many, many more detentions together. But that’s what friends are for.

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Sixth Year, a Summary: Chapter 3

Annalise Zabini

“Can you please just tell me why I have to go to a quidditch match I care nothing about?” I complained as Vince dragged me outside, “It’s raining.”

“Isn’t your twin brother on the team?” he asked, “Aren’t you excited for him?”

“It’s raining.” I said again.

Vince rolled his eyes, “Just trust me on this,” he pleaded, “It’ll be fun.”

“Watching someone get struck by lightning doesn’t sound like fun. And why do I have to come?”

Vince turned to face me, “Let’s go over the facts, shall we?” he didn’t wait for my response, “Fact number one: I am going, and you can’t stop me. Fact number two: You hate being alone. Fact number three: You don’t have any other friends, so if you don’t go you will be alone. Which you hate.”

“Ouch,” I said before following him out to the field. After we took our seats, I said, “I think we need to lay a few ground rules if we’re really going to do this.”

“Okay.” Vince shrugged.

“First and foremost, do not hit Charles. If you break this rule, I swear on Merlin’s bloody balls, you will have to stay in the Hospital Wing for a month if I am merciful and decide not to kill you.”

“Oh,” Vince’s voice shook a little, “Anything else?”

“No, I guess not.” I turned toward the field just in time to see the players soar into the air. I looked at my brother, Charles. He had changed over the summer. For one thing, he was extremely tall. I had to crane my neck just to get a good look at his eyes, which were brown, like mine. But he was also more pleasant to look at, and people said the same thing about me. Some blame it on our summer trip to America. “You went to America and came back hot!” Vince would always tease.

“Should I do it?” Vince asked, pulling me from my thoughts. He held his wand firmly in his hand.

“I didn’t come out here to watch my brother lose, did I?” (Although he was hotter, he was still terrible at Quidditch in my opinion. Sure, he’s won the cup a few times, but still.) I glanced back at Vince, “Do it.”

He pointed his wand at a dark cloud and muttered, “Creo fulmen.” Lightning appeared inside the cloud and followed Vince’s wand. It moved down, toward the field, toward Cynthia Thomas-Finnigan.

“Stop!” I cried, which made Vince lose his concentration. The lightning missed her, but hit the goalpost instead.

“What?” Vince shouted, “That wasn’t even near Charles!”

I was too busy looking at Cynthia, making sure she was alright, to pay him any mind.

“Hello?” Vince waved a hand in front of my face.

“What?” I snapped.

“What the hell, Anna?” He cried.

“I-I just,” I stuttered, “That’s not even his girlfriend, there’s no point hitting her.”

“Well it’s a little hard to tell with them all flying around,” Vince complained, “I mean, do you know which is which?”

I scanned the air, “Number 23,” I said, pointing at Victoir, “That’s her.”

Again, Vince pointed his wand at a cloud and recited the incantation. Carefully, he moved it toward Victoir, and flicked his wand vigorously, making the lightning strike.

Apparently, Quidditch players are fast (Well, most of them, anyway). Victoir dove out of the way just in time, and instead of hitting her, the lightning struck the stands where all of the professors sat.

“Aguamenti!” came many voices all at once.

“Shit!” I covered my face with my hands.

“One more try.” Vince said.

“You won’t be able to hit any players, Vince.” I reminded him, looking up.

“I won’t be aiming for a player.” Once more, he pointed his wand at a cloud, “Creo fulmen!” He said. This time, he brought his wand toward the Gryffindor stands. The lightning struck. It hit a boy square in the chest. I could only assume it hit the boy whose life Vince had sworn to make miserable; Teddy Lupin.

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Sixth Year, a Summery: Chapter 2

Victoir Weasley

After dinner I went straight to bed, trying to get a good night’s sleep before the game, but I barely slept at all. Tomorrow was the first Quidditch match of the year and we were playing Hufflepuff, “At least I won’t have to worry about the other seeker tomorrow,” I said to Cynthia when she came into the dormitory, making her jump, “He’ll be too busy looking at you to pay any attention to the snitch.”

Cynthia rolled her eyes, “I thought you went to bed ages ago,” she sighed as she flopped onto her four poster bed. Cynthia and I were both on the Quidditch team and we couldn’t help but notice Charles Zabini’s obvious affection for Cynthia.

“I couldn’t sleep,” I complained, “I kept thinking about how romantic it will be when he finally racks up the courage to ask you out.”

“Stop it,” she threw a pillow at my face, “I don’t even like him that much. Sure, he’s a nice guy, and he looks decent, I guess. And, yeah, he’s a good quidditch player, but—”

“I’m sure you know all about that.” I threw the pillow back to her, “Have you ever missed one of the Hufflepuff practices?”

“I watch all the teams play so I can learn how they play. It’s pretty normal for the captains to do that.”

“If you say so.” I sighed. After a moment I asked, “Are you nervous at all?”

“Not any more than usual.” Cynthia rolled over onto her back, “We’re going to do great.” Even though it sounded like she was trying to convince herself rather than me, I believed her.

...

The next day was Saturday, the day of the game, and Cynthia and I were the first ones up. We had to wait in the common room for about half an hour before the rest of the team joined us. My cousin Robin was the Keeper; Benjamin Wolfe, Amanda Cook, and Julie Peterson were the chasers; Anthony Cliffe and Cynthia were the Beaters; and I was the Seeker.

We all sat for another thirty minutes discussing different strategies, when more students came into the common room, “Breakfast time,” Cynthia stood up, “Everybody eat something healthy.”

“Yes, mum,” we all said in unison. But not in a sarcastic way, we all just thought of her as such.

When we got to the Great Hall, the first thing Cynthia did was look up, “Great,” she muttered, “A storm. Just what we need.” She groaned and sat down.

I looked over at the Hufflepuff table. They, too, looked disappointed. I heard thunder and saw a streak of lightning on the enchanted ceiling. Today’s game was certainly going to be interesting.

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Sixth Year, a Summary: Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Theodore Lupin

“Where is it?” I shouted as I dug through my trunk.

“Calm down, it’s here somewhere,” my best mate, James, reassured me. Ever since we first met, in detention in our first year, we’ve been at each other’s sides.

  “I’m already late,” I reached for the small bottle of brandy I kept on my nightstand. I tend to drink when I get stressed.

“Hey!” James smacked the bottle out of my hand, “You need to calm down, this is not worth getting worked up about!”

“It’s our anniversary, James.” I protested, and continued to look through my trunk, “Wouldn’t you want to be on time to your date if it was you and Alice’s anniversary?”

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t get drunk because of it.” James muttered under his breath. He must’ve thought I couldn’t hear him, but I could just barely make out his words.

“How long have you two been together? Two years?” James asked.

“Yes, and I don’t want that to stop because she thinks I forgot our anniversary. So keep looking.”

“Mate, you started dating her as a prank. If she wanted to dump you, she would’ve.” James reminded me.

“I found it!” Fred walked in, waving a book over his head in triumph.

“Thank you so much,” I shouted as I ran up to him, snatched the book from his hands, and dashed off. I ran past huddles of students, bumping into Vincent Goyle along the way. He dropped his books and his inkwell shattered, exploding all over his robes.

“Watch it, asshole!” He called after me, mopping up the splotches of ink.

“Sorry, mate.” I said, still running.

When I finally reached the Quidditch field, the hot afternoon sun was shining down on the players. The Gryffindor team was walking away from the field, clearly exhausted, and the Hufflepuff team was walking on, ready to begin practice. I noticed Charles Zabini staring at Cynthia Thomas-Finnigan as they passed each other. But then another caught my eye. Her name was Victoir Weasley, and she was my girlfriend.

...

The date lasted all through the afternoon. When I could tell it was drawing to a close, I said, “I got you something,” I handed her the book, which I had wrapped using some rendition of The Incarcerous Spell, while her back was turned, “I know you’ve been wanting one.”

She unwrapped it cautiously, “Magical Me, by Gilderoy Lockhart?” she stared at me in disbelief, “You got me this?”

“You do like it, don’t you?” I looked at her with puppy eyes, which was very easy, because I am a metamorphmagus. 

She pushed me away, “Stop that,” she complained, “You’re going to make me pity you.”

“That’s the whole point,” I laughed and kissed her, “Happy Anniversary, Vicky.”

“We’re going to be late for dinner,” she started off on the path leading up to the castle, “I’ll save you a seat.”

“That’s implying that you’ll get there first,” I said, catching up with her.

“Obviously,” she ran down the path, inside, and into the Great Hall, where students were starting to take their seats. I arrived soon after, gasping for breath. She motioned for me to join her at the Gryffindor table, next to all the other sixth years.