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Imagine writing with that with blood instead of ink...

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I don't think he'll have any legal kids, straight up tagging them along 🫡🫡

Janson: How many kids do you have? Jorge: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

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𝓓𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓵𝓭

Synopsis: When Fred finally convinced her girlfriend to come with her for Summer break, she didn't expect for his family to be so welcoming and to witness something very intimate.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!reader

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"Y/n please!"

The girl just had to sigh for nth time from her boyfriend's persistent plea for uer to just come with him for the summer. Fred cannot stop his mouth to run all about you in his family and now he wanted her to meet them too.

"Fred, I... I already told you that I'm still not sure." Y/n replied, folding up her clean laundry to pack in her luggage. "Plus, my Mum really expects me to come home."

But Fred is firm about his request, "She'll understand, she likes me fine! I'm sure she'll be delighted for you to come with me."

The girl stopped and really ponder. It wasn't as if she doesn't want to go... It's just eating her alive! Meeting such a big family makes her feel the pressure. There's so many to win over and she's not really social to start. It's gonna go to chaos and the least she wanted is to give a bad impression to the family of the man she absolutely adores.

"I... I don't know, Fred." She simply said after the long pause. She truly felt guilty, but she doesn't know what to do if ever she'd say yes and she's standing in their front door. "I see you fidgeting, princess." He suddenly said, making Y/n suddenly feel her hands picking the skin of her right thumb.

Fred walked closer to his girl and made her face him. Y/n really likes how he looks when he's genuine. "Are you just nervous? Cause I can assure you, sugar, there's nothing to be afraid of." He flashes a sweet smile as his hand caress her arm in assurance.

But the girl knew that. It's just too overwhelming. "I know... I guess I'm just too clueless on what to do. You're my first boyfriend after all, how in the world will I suppose to know how to act in front of the parents of my boyfriend?"

"I fell in love with you the moment you accidentally blow up a potion in Snape's face, I think they'll like you just fine." Fred chuckles and she did too. Maybe he is right, maybe everything will be alright than she thought.

She never knew someone like Fred would change her mind about anything, and here she is... Smiling because she just caved in into his boyfriends eyes.

"Fine... I'll sent a letter to my Mum."

"Yes!" Fred instantly had a big smile on his face and started to help with her clothes. He knows that he'll the be one to carry it anyway as they arrive in their home.

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Now, Y/n had never seen a more warm and cozy home. Is this why Fred is so persistent to tagging her along? Dishes is doing itself, the mushrooms and carrots are being sauteed in pan itself.

Fred was dragging both their luggage as Ginny and Ron just dropped them somewhere to hug their Mum after so long.

When she and Fred stepped into the living room, she was expecting Molly to freeze and raise her eyebrows but instead, she instantly smiled.

"Oh Fred, dear, is this the lady you've been mentioning?" Before Y/n knew it she was kissed in both her cheeks with a very warm lady and immediately embraced her. "You must be Y/n dear, how wonderful to finally meet you." The older womna says, breaking their hug.

Such words made her feel so much like home. Her hugs felt like her Mum too. In just a few seconds, she's very sure that she'd be just fine.

Fred immediately grabbed her hand to sit on the dinner table and watch as Molly serves out the dishes. Fred pulls out a chair for his girlfriend and sat next to her, grabbing her hand to hold it under the table.

As everyone settled down, she already got a big smile adorning her face. Just before everyone started to dig in, Fred leaned into her hear, "If bringing you in my home brings that much smiles out of you, I might just bring you here often."

She can only roll her eyes at that before her plate is mountain tall with how much Molly is insisting for her to eat.

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The sunsets make everything much warmer. The house is settling down from the chaos just this afternoon. The breeze are much gentle and everything seemed golden.

Especially Fred.

He's outside, giving his broom a fly while a music player is with him. George decided to annoy Ron a bit more so Fred is out alone.

Fred hopepd down from his broom for a moment to change the disc. Finding something through the stacks. He gleamed when found something.

Their eyes met, and Y/n immediately smiled at him. Fred did too and motioned for her to come and join him.

She did, opening the front door and letting herself step into the golden grass thanks to the gold rays of sunlight. It also makes his prankster of a boyfriend look angelic.

When she reached him, she can now hear the soft melody of a classic song. "It's my favourite." Fred said, looking at her so lovingly. His eyes are so fun to watch. It changes a lot depending what's on his mind.

Sometimes his eyes are soft. Sometimes it's full of mischief. And she's very glad that she had the chance to gaze at it so close.

Then came the chorus, when the music suddenly felt so natural in their background. Fred reaches out once agian for her hands, taking it on his and swayed along the music.

She had a bit of a giggle with how ridiculous their moves be, suddenly swaying gently to abrupt silly movements.

When Fred heard those giggles, he swear he can hear that for all his life and never shall he ever get tired of it. Her smiles, the way she glows under the sunset. She looked heavenly. He is definitely proud he got a girlfriend before George does.

They were in their own little world when Molly saw them by the window. Swaying around and the laugh from their hearts can be faintly heard. She never once saw Fred so sincere before. And perhaps that love does change everything.

"They're disgusting, aren't they?" George said as she suddenly came up behind his mother, making Molly jump a little. But she light heartedly slap George on his arm

"Oh leave your brother be!" She says, looking back at them who was still dancing around in the field. "He's in love."

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I am not as satisfied at this one compared to the others because I don't like how there's not much of a fluidity. Though if you have any advice in improving that I will take it with a good heart! Give this author some help 😞

This is inspired by my vacation this school break. I saw my brother and his girlfriend dance along in the beach and I could only think about Fred taking a break from all the chaos he causes and be with his beloved, hope you like it!

If you want to request anything or ask me anything, do not ever hesitate, sweetings!

Your dearest author,

NyxTheDeity

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Happy new year, sweetings! Stya perfect 💜

Happy New Year 🎉

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Oop- 🫥

Writers when it's time to write the story no one forced them to come up with in the first place 🙄

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This is just a... Sudden burst of story making that took two days to edit and two days to write. Welp...

See

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It's kind of amazing and confusing isn't it? That love does strike so randomly. This is probably why we fall in love with people other deemed ugly or . But your heart sure is content with just one gaze of them.

It's also how confusing it is with how random it is. Trully. Or maybe you're too focused on one to see the others.

It's quite similar to what happened to me. I loved him so much that all that I think about was him. Yet he never looked my way. All we've exchanged were polite nods and sometimes, if I'm lucky, a greeting. I've been so focused on him that when he broke my heart, I was in despair.

But a guy has always been there. Lingering in the corner of my eyes, always there when we're having some sort of gatherings inside our circle of friends... But why didn't I see him?

Why didn't I see how pretty he looks when he laughs at my joke? Why didn't I see that he's the one who's been looking at me? Why didn't I see how his eyes light up whenever I'm talking?

And it's such a shame that he's about to go away when I finally, finally, see him. And now I'm here, thinking, why in the world did I see him just now when I could've been looking at him the whole time? When I can finally look at someone who's looking back at me.

But I guess I just had to let our path cross again. And I hope that by then... He'll still look at me.

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I don't know what this is but it's just something I needed to get out of myself. Maybe I'll make a oneshot out of this or maybe a drabble. But let me just see how well this some sort of short ideas perform in your eyes, my readers!

Feel free to request or ask me anything, sweetings!

Your dearest Author,

NyxTheDeity

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AND I'M BEGGING FOR THIS OBSESSION TO CREATE SOME SORT OF IDEAS FOR ME TO WRITE CAUSE I NEED TO WRITE SOMETHING

i think im a bit too obsessed with maze runner...

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I just fell in love again. And before being a writer, I thought being in love was just being in love, but now, it baffles me how my head forms thoughts that I don't think have ever crossed my mind in those times I fell in love before.

Since when did I noticed how his eyes literally lit up when he laughs at my joke? Before I just see it as a smile but now there's this detailed thoughts about him.

I swear I see a quote like those you see in pinterest whenever I see him and I know that because of me being a writer. And I think it's one of the most beautiful thing in the world.

I might do some original story after this because... My love is overflowing and I want to pour it somewhere 💜✨

Your dearest author,

NyxTheDeity

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I don't celebrate Christmas but I'd take him any day

if i dont find him wrapped up with a bow, oiled up, under my tree at midnight istg

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It's layered

had to show you guys. he looks so unbelievably bad. for context he always gets shit crusted in his fur because he doesn’t maintain it so my mom decided to give him a haircut and wanted to even it out

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Same, but my head ain't producing any ideas for me to write 😒😒

i’m feeling intensely autistic about the maze runner today

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𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭

Synopsis: What's more romantic than confessing your love while the curtain of her eyes are closed? Such a risky deceleration but risky is how George does things.

Pairing: George Weasley x Hufflepuff!femreader.

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Y/n Jacobs doesn't have to worry about getting pranked by the Weasley twins. Why? Because she's the most pure person out of all of them. At least that's what George say.

George have always envisioned himself to be dating a girl who can keep up with his tactics, the fun, the chaos. He barely saw it coming as he fall for someone who hardly keep up with thta sort of life. But he found herself slowing down just for her.

Fred have always teased his twin brother, it's not everyday you see a student safe from the relentless madness they plan. Though George have always been the sensitive one.

Y/n was walking down the halls, books in hand, when George slowly caught up with her. "What's up, Jacobs." He said with a smirk that she knows too well.

"What's the plan now, George?" The girl responds as they turn a corner. "What do you think of a prank that shoots goo in people's faces?" George says as if what he's saying is the most normalest thing in the whole wizarding world.

"Don't you think that's a bit... Too much?" Y/n have always been sympathetic to those victims to these plans. Her words planted itself on George's brain, just how every other words she mutter. "Yeah? What do you think we should do then?" He asks.

Stopping in front of the charm's classroom door, the girl sighed, adjusting her black and yellow robe to look more just. "I don't know... Maybe just stick to your schedule? Lay off the pranks, George."

He could almost melt at the sound of his name through her lips. So he subconsciously nodded with a smitten smile and sent her in the class. Fred came running, "Ready for that prank, George?" He was already holding the tools. He's so sure his twin is on this plan.

"No... No... I don't think I'll be with you George." He says in a quiet mutter with thta same smitten smile. The moment he turned to Fred, her brother thought he was broken.

George left his twin with a bounce on his step. Fred blinked for a couple of times with his mouth agape. He was so sure this is because of Y/n. He could only groan and go on his own way to find Dean.

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Y/n was so sweet that she lets George pests her during her studies. She's too pure to think that maybe she shouldn't do that so she could finally get off her giggles and actually study.

But with no work done, she was tired. She stretches herself out with a yawn. "Didn't think laughing could be so tiring..." She says with a soft smile. "Laughter from me is always this tiring." George says with a smug smile, finally letting himself sit still beside her.

She started to droop pretty quickly, eyes closed already, her head banging as she slips in and out of sleep. Maybe it is true that everywhere is a good bed.

And George suddenly felt this... Sudden courage that he reached for her head and made her lean it to his shoulder. The ginger froze after he did it. He just trapped himself here, but... He wasn't so complainant.

A good half an hour goes by and he was so sure she's in a deep slumber.

Something about the feeling of the girl he didn't know what taking up space in his heart for herself that really want to just... Spill everything out. Surely she wouldn't hear. Surely, soon he'll finally grow a pair and say whatever he is about to vomit when this sunshine of a girl is awake.

"You know... It's funny how I feel so tensed up but so carefree around you." He started, and before he knew it, he spilled it all out.

"I don't even know when the tingles from my toes up to my stomach even started whenever I'm with you... But... I did. I love how you crinkle your nose whenever you like something... How high the bounce in your steps whenever a day is doing you good.

With all rubbish I feel... I deeply want you to stay. In any aspect, in any position, in any label... I want you to stay."

It sucks how her eyes are closed. She couldn't see just how much love his chocolate eyes held. How his gaze only soften on her. He wanted to shkae you awake and repeat it all out. Maybe you'd give him a yes, maybe a kiss instead... He could let you say no, too. But thta doesn't mean he'll give up.

He still wants to see her bubbly face.

Maybe someday, when he finally has a bouquet of flowers in his hand, dressed nicely, and facing this one heck of a girl, he'll be able to say all this and have themselves smiling forever.

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Can you guess what song this is inspired of?

I wanted to showcase how soft George can be and I think I'm just getting started! I do hope this is very fluffy and very wholesome.

Feel free to request, sweetings!

Your dearest author,

NyxTheDeity.

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Please may I have a Harry Potter scenario of when Aunt Olivia knew that she was right about not allowing Dumbledore in dropping Harry off to the Dursley family. Harry and her daughter had asked to meet Aunt Petunia this one time and Aunt Olivia only compiled for the sake of her nephew and daughter (they were only 10 at the time). Aunt Olivia may as well as drag them to the lions den..because she was strongly tempted to hex Petunia after she had a few choice words for her and her dead big brother..and Dudley was clearly spoilt by the way he tried to take Aunt Olivia's daughter's sweets but eventually stopped after the older woman had hexed his body by freezing it. Aunt Olivia said something about them being the worst sort of muggles known to man and no wonder Lily didn't like to talk about Petunia. Olivia left soon afterwards with her daughter genuinely in tears and Harry felt nothing..I guess Harry apologised for not realising the sort of people they were and Aunt Olivia dismissed the apology..she openly admitted that she was glad that she didn't let Dumbledore dump him on their doorstep..she can't exactly imagine what kind of life he would've lived if the headmaster went through on his promise.

https://www.tumblr.com/nyxthedeity/769369016511905792/in-that-case-may-i-please-have-harry-potter?source=share

Synopsis: A simple visit proved Olivia right about her sister-in-law's muggle sister. It made her not regret sending Harry to Number 4 Pivet Drive even more.

A headcannon about Harry meeting his bitter aunt.

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Olivia never hid the fact from Harry that he has another aunt. She has no right to do so and there's nothing wrong with letting him know.

Hyacinth is quite excited too, knowing that she might have another woman in her life she can smile upon.

Olivia can't tell them the words she has heard about that woman, Petunia.

It made her regret that because now, they're requesting to see their Aunt Petunia.

I mean, they're only 10. Can't blame them for being curious.

She's internally begging for these two to drop their request and never bring it up again. They didn't.

So now they're in front of Number 4 Pivet Drive. A house that looked like many others. Olivia finds it fitting.

She made sure to dress the two muggle-y. Even though she doesn't like the idea of Petunia, they are in their home, so might as well look pleasing.

Olivia knocked on their door, expecting a woman with a skinny physique, a bit curly black hair. But a boy presented himself.

Olivia smiled politely, "Can I ask for your Mom, dear?" But the boy asks with only half of her polite tone, "What'd you want from my Mom?" She already knew they won't stay long.

"Just say we want to meet her." Olivia forced a sweet smile for the boy as he ran inside to call his mother. A moment later, the said woman stood in front of her. Just like how she expected her to look like. Why is her neck that long?

"Hello, you must be Petunia?" Olivia greeted her, but her eyes went straight to Harry, she saw Lily in his eyes.

"This is your... Nephew, Harry." She sent Harry an encouraging smile and nod. Harry waved and smiled brightly.

Petunia doesn't seem to like that.

"Who are you?" She muttered with raised brows. Olivia wanted to shave it off now.

"I'm Olivia Black, I'm Lily's sister-in-law. I took Harry in after... Y'know." She answered, she doesn't really want to ruin this day for her kids.

"I'm happy you took him in, I can't imagine dealing with that problem."

Excuse me? Oh she does not just say that.

Her eyebrows arched so high as she thinks how to deal with this horrible woman. But this long necked woman decided to add more,

"He looks so much like James... What a shame."

Oh now, Olivia is seething. She's about to swing up to this woman.

"Excuse you?" Olivia scoffed. "I better misheard you because you did not just call Harry a burden and made it sound like looking like my brother is a bad thing." She made Harry stand behind her as she gives this woman her piece of mind.

"I beg you to look at yourself in the mirror. And do some self reflection because clearly, you didn't grow much after those years. This is your sister's son for Merlin's sake! At least be polite about us being here. At least show that you somehow appreciate the fact that Harry wanted to be here." She's waving that pointer finger so hard.

"You did not disappoint in matching your look to your looks as they both look horrendous." Hyacinth was clutching the bucket of sweets she wished to share with their Aunt Petunia but it's looking like it won't happen anytime soon.

Before Olivia can grab Hyacinth and Harry to leave, Petunia's son, Dudley, caught a glimpse of the bucket of sweets in Hyacinth's hand and immediately tried to grab it from her.

Hyacinth squealed and before Olivia knew it, she was hexing the boy and he landed on his hand, frozen.

Petunia hurried on her boy's side, panicking.

"You lots are the worst people in this world. I was right about dismissing such ideas of Harry living with you, I can only imagine what he'll go through. I hope you never find peace." She spat. She pointed a finger at them, "Never, ever, touch, my children."

She picked up Hyacinth, held Harry's hand, and apparated away.

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Woo! Another one! This reader is very creative as they're sending me lots of request, lol! Though I'm not complaining, I love making your ideas something more magical! ✨

I hope I satisfied some expectations and feel free in requesting more, sweetings!

Your dearest Author,

NyxTheDeity

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How I start my fanfic:

me as a writer

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Please may I have a Harry Potter scenario of why Olivia Potter's daughter wasn't a great fan of most dogs..excluding Sirius who was practically the one who will never harm his child or his nephew. Harry knew about that incident as he was there at the time when they were 6. They had a dog before..named Oscar which sadly passed away due to old age. Ron asked Harry's cousin "how did you get that scar on your lip?" When they first met at 11 on the train (Harry said something along the lines of "I don't think she wants to talk about it") and she honestly didn't want to talk about it..she remembered how she screamed and how her mom literally had to frighten the aggressive muggle's dog away when it wanted her food..because obviously it was Olivia's job to protect her daughter and nephew. She lied and said that it wasn't traumatising at all but obviously it was...

https://youtube.com/shorts/tnd0sMO_Ups?si=EPoYcNoXz4ETqyn9 (referring to this)

https://www.tumblr.com/nyxthedeity/769369016511905792/in-that-case-may-i-please-have-harry-potter?source=share

Synopsis: Who could've known that a simple occurrence can make Hyacinth so wary of the creature she used to love so much? Sirius had to make sure that he, even in his animagus form, is very different from other dogs.

A headcannon about how Hyacinth, Olivia's daughter, suddenly became wary of dogs after a seemingly simple but traumatic experience.

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Hyacinth have always liked dogs.

Hell, she likes every creature, magical or non-magical. Probably because Olivia told her that her father is an animagus.

She never looked at animals the same after that.

All animals she sees, her eyes go heart shaped and best believe she'll arrive in her home with it in her arms.

That's why Hyacinth and Olivia had taken it upon themselves to reserve a room purely for their pets. Olivia doesn't like furs all around the house.

She wants herself to be familiar and good with animals that she'll have no fear approaching Sirius when he's in his animagus. Her hope never wavered that she'll see him again.

Though through the endless adoption of dogs, she liked a dog. Oscar. A senior Basset Hound dog.

That dog does not bite nor bark unless necessary. And it's not like it's exposed to such scenarios anyway.

That dog was loving and very clingy that it makes Hyacinth wonder if ever her father would be just as clingy. She would definitely not complain.

Sadly, Oscar passed away from old age. Since then, she has wanted more dogs than ever.

Everywhere they go, if she sees a dog, they'll be sure to spend a few moments waiting for Hyacinth to finish petting the dog. And it's as if the dogs could sense she's someone who's pure too, being extra jumpy and happy as soon as she starts petting them.

Nothing ever stops her from giving the creature some love.

Until one day.

A walk in the muggle park with hotdogs in hand. Hyacinth and Harry were sharing some thoughts with one another, letting their eyes roam and be familiar with muggle places.

Olivia made them sit on a nearby bench as she buys some more food in some food truck.

Eating their hotdogs, a stray dog comes by. Hyacinth's eyes went wide with excitement as she makes a few steps closer to the dog in an attempt to pet it.

The dog immediately smelled the savory food in her hand that made a weak attempt to eat some. Hyacinth merely laughed it off and tried to pet it again, but this time, the attempt of biting come after her hand.

She quickly withdrew it, her smile fading from her face. Harry calls out for her to come back and leave the stray dog.

But it's too late. The dog suddenly became aggressive, possibly due to hunger, making Hyacinth stumble back. As a child, there's no way Hyacinth could think that a dog is not a normal dog she'd normally see in some leash.

She was a mere child and the height of the dog was almost half of her. So when the dog raised it's one leg to harm Hyacinth, it can reach her face.

She was quick enough to pull her head back with a mere scratch near her lip.

Harry was fast on his feet to call for Olivia and run to Hyacinth now with tears in her eyes.

Olivia was fast to arrive and immediately scared the dog away. Damn these muggles, if only she can use a hex there.

Olivia was very worried when she saw the wound near her lip. The soft skin of her daughter's face was quick to be wounded and it's now bleeding.

Olivia scooped her daughter in her hands, grabbed Harry and made a dash to the clinic for a rabies shot.

They left their home that morning with a smile, now they went home with worried frowns and some tear stained cheeks.

And Hyacinth brought that experience with her. The worry, the anxiety... Instead of going straight in for petting, everyone can see the hesitancy.

At the first year of their school in Hogwarts, Hyacinth were sitting in a compartment with Harry and Ron.

And Ron, ever the observant boy, asked something Hyacinth thought that she had forgotten.

"Hey Hyacinth, where'd you get that scar in your lip?" The ginger boy asked. Hyacinth's hand went up to the scar and her smile was definitely wiped from her face.

Harry intervenes as he felt his cousin lost at words on how to relay the story. "I don't think that will be a good topic. Besides, I don't think she'd want to share it in the moment."

Ron nodded with understanding before Hyacinth reassured them that it's no big deal.

It is a big deal.

Because the experience made her too wary that she moves away from dogs as they walk past, that she contemplates whether to pet a dog nearby or just keep her hands to herself.

It's making her feel guilty because she had observed all that to herself. Now what would happen if she'd have the same reaction to her father? That'll kill her.

So when she got caught up in catching peter pettigrew, the chaotic reunion with her father had set off on the wrong foot.

Sirius' heart broke as she watched her daughter scramble away from his animagus form in fear.

Though after freeing him and before sending him off with Buckbeak, Sirius held her daughter's face in his hands with the softest smile.

"I'm sorry I scared you, my flower... I'll make it up to you."

Hyacinth almost bawled out. She was thankful she had only shed some tears, Sirius wiped it fast.

After seeing her father flee in the sky, she felt relief wash over her. She can see Harry relax too.

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I'm not so sure if I'm doing the request right that's why this took so long. But I do hope I got some parts of it, if ever! I hope this somehow had satisfied some expectations and I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Feel free to request some more, I write for many more characters so don't be afraid to visit my list and request for the character's who's listed!

Your dearest author,

NyxTheDeity

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Maybe bc I have already read all of it 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

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Please may I have Harry Potter platonic scenario of why Olivia Potter felt hurt when Harry assumed for her husband to be a murderer when he thought that Sirius had killed her brother and sister-in-law. She knew that Sirius is not that sort of man..Sirius and her brother were mates back in their school years and it hurts that he even thinks that. She told him with the uttermost honesty as she wasn't going to sugarcoat it that Sirius is NOT that type of man..revealing her husband's unwanted history is the last thing that she wanted to do but it was either that or for him to assume it into adulthood (she kept most of the details private but she told him what she can reveal but made him promise not to tell his cousin as it will most likely upset her)

https://www.tumblr.com/nyxthedeity/769369016511905792/in-that-case-may-i-please-have-harry-potter?source=share (related to this)

Synopsis: Who would've thought that Harry would have doubts for the same man his beloved Aunt married? Olivia never heard her heart break this loud.

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Harry just turned 10 years old. They just had the most delicious chocolate cake they ever ate a week ago Harry's words

Though when Olivia just finished tucking Hyacinth to bed with another impromptu story, she entered Harry's room.

Decorated with every possible quidditch trinkets and stuff, she skipped over some similar toys off the ground. She has to clean that up before Harry wakes up in the morning, she can't have him screaming in pain first thing in the morning.

She joined a sleepy boy in his bed and Harry immediately cuddled up to her.

She felt his heart fill up with love.

A few minutes of mindless babble and just random things that came up in his mind, everything is swell.

But Harry remembered another super not-so fun thing he saw in the bookshelves in the library.

"Aunt Olie... I saw something on the table in the library." The boy seemed to be quite hesitant to say what was on his mind, "Why did Uncle Sirius kill Dad?"

The love of Olivia's heart suddenly drained.

Her heart jumped not from joy, but dread. She swore she never felt her throat so dry.

She cleared her throat with a sigh as she opened and closed her mouth like a fish on land.

How in the world can she say the truth to a boy without the harsh words? How can he console a boy who hasn't even fully comprehended his parents' death? How?

But her mind has already been decided. If he wants to know, he will know. She refuses to keep him in the dark and discovers the truth from the disgraceful mouths of others.

"Listen, Harry... Do you really want to know?" She asks. She knows that Harry is a smart boy, she raised him. But maybe he wanted something shallow, a simple no. Or he wants the full truth.

Harry looked up to her, glasses already in his nightstand. "Yes, Aunt Olie... Did he really do that? Why?"

She always liked her children asking questions, never dim the light of curiosity they say.

But she wished Harry was not curious about this at all.

"I will hide nothing from you, you need only ask. But since you did... I will say everything that you can understand."

She took a deep breath. She hopes she delivers her words right, or this boy will drift from her forever.

"Your Uncle never did such things." She thought her words would sound weak, the firmness surprised her. "I hope you trust me enough to trust the word I will say."

"Your father and Uncle Sirius were the bestest of friends. Together with Uncle Moony. They were with me during our time in Hogwarts, one of the best years of mine. Uncle Sirius was placed in Gryffindor for a reason. The Hat saw the loyalty in him. The braveness."

She's still so proud of him to stand up to his family after being sorted to Gryffindor, that was the moment that Olivia knew that the Hat sees everything.

"Uncle Sirius came from a family that was all Slytherin. Now I know I've already talked about you about the people in Slytherin, do not let their house define them," She reminds the boy in her arms.

"But many are not so different. Your Uncle's family is one of them. That's why... When he got sorted into Gryffindor, he was most upset. I was there and I saw how pure his heart is. I saw how he faced his family with the courage a true Gryffindor has. Since then, I know that he will never stray from that path."

Her tone suddenly becomes more firm, more absolute. "So believe me when I say that your Uncle, Sirius, would never do that to my brother. To your father. He would rather die than to betray his best friend."

"He was there to hold you the moment I came home with you in my arms. I saw how his lips trembled as he looked at you like you're his own."

Olivia sat up straight and cupped Harry's face in her hands. "Do not let rubbish accusations get in the way with how you see someone. I refuse to let you grow with such foul belief. I'm sure you will find your own truth soon enough... But for now... Please believe Aunt Olie."

Olivia must be so desperate for him to understand that she felt surreal relief when she found understanding in Harry's eyes. When he nodded and hugged her so tightly.

She kissed his forehead and continued to watch his eyes droop before slowly getting out of his bed.

The house never felt so silent.

Her body went autopilot as she mindlessly picked up Harry's toys.

As she bent down to grab a quidditch broom toy, a tear dropped her eyes and onto the carpet.

She sobbed silently as she held her heart through her sweater that Sirius brought her to Diagon Alley. She grasped it hard in hopes that she'll feel a hand in hers, an offer of sympathy. Of hope.

Everything was so wrong... Why does everything have to be so wrong? How can Harry truly have his life at peace?

She left the room with cleaned up toys and tear stained cheeks. Only a sigh from her lips can be heard in the hallways of their supposed to be shared home.

Such a big house always managed to make her feel so alone.

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Thank you so much for requesting another masterpiece idea and trusting me with it! I'm so happy that vacation is near and I'll finally take a break from my studies and focus on your brightest ideas!

I'll be posting another one later, kind of a part two of the fanfic I wrote "Gaze" because everybody liked it so much, ack!

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