#AND it would’ve pissed of voldemort

[phoenixkaptain]

Fascinating. If Tom Riddle had just stayed hot, Harry totally would have been swayed.

[theoneofshame]

Harry grabs for the firewhiskey.

“Do you only ever go for the hardstuff?”

“It gets you there faster,” Harry exclaims, rummaging through the cabinets for glasses. Why in the bloody hell they were in the topmost shelf is beyond Harry. Probably Kreacher in a petty spell.

Voldemort, the giant git that he is, makes no move to help.

"Do you mind?"

"Yes, yes I do."

Prat.

“Besides, what’s the point of drinking if not to get pissed?” Harry huffs out, stretching for all his 5'4 stature allowed him. His middle and index fingers graze the edge-most cup, accidentally pushing it further in.

“To enjoy it perhaps,” Voldemort snarks. He watches Harry throw away his last shred of dignity and climb the counter to reach, like it's something fascinating to behold.

“I’ll be enjoying myself plenty, thanks,” Harry says, victorious in his plundering with a cup in hand.

"Why not just summon it?"

Harry rolls his eyes. "Kreacher has objects not react to my magic when he's cross with me." Which is always. Harry stopped keeping track of the reasons.

Voldemort wandlessly summons the second cup to him. Harry flips him off.

For all Voldemort's belly-aching he still shares a glass with Harry. Then four more. They've moved to the study and drank through most of the bottle when Harry makes the comment, “never would’ve taken you for a lighter spirits fellow.”

“I prefer sweet things,” Voldemort says, slowly raking his eyes up Harry's form before locking on to Harry’s own. The way he said it had Harry’s cheeks flushing. Probably just the alcohol catching up to him. Still, his belly is warm and he's feeling good.

[elena-reina]

Say Something - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request: Hellooooooo! I miss your imagines so much but do take your time of course! Could I please get one where draco and a Slytherin reader are a thing but he has been ordered to kill you by voldemort because not only are you Harry's twin sister but also draco's gf/weak spot so he treats the reader terribly because he really does not want to hurt her and he thinks breaking up with her can somehow convince voldemort that you aren't worth it. can there be a lot of angst but also some fluff? -Anon

Warnings: angstyyy

Y/N/N: Your nick name

You sprinted after Draco as fast as you could, silently thanking Merlin you were able to see him before he saw you.

Draco has been ignoring and neglecting you for a while now. Every time you attempted to talk to him, he would disappear before you could even get to him. And in moments where you finally got to him, he always excused himself claiming to be "busy."

At first, you thought it was a fluke. You went from constantly being around each other to almost never seeing each other.

Sure, Draco and you would fall into sour moods and avoid each other over stupid reasons. Almost every couple does at some point, but you would eventually talk about it. And there was always a catalyst, but this time it was different. Draco never acted like this before, and if something was truly bothering him, he would’ve told you by now.

You tried to distract yourself and focus your mind on anything else other than him. If he wanted to talk to you then he needs to be the one to make the first move since he was the one who became distant in the first place. You would constantly remind yourself of this but it was no use.

The thoughts plaguing your mind only worsened as you went about your days because all you could focus on was him. You couldn't help but think if something happened between the two of you and you were just too oblivious to see it?

Being Harry Potter's twin sister brought a lot of baggage due to the feud between the two of them, but Draco ultimately had nothing against you. And he always made sure of that from the moment the two of you started dating.

"This has been absolutely ridiculous! Will you talk to me!" you shouted, grabbing onto his Slytherin robes and yanking him around, frustrated with playing this game of cat and mouse.

Draco stopped momentarily, irritated. A grimace was plastered on his face as he remained silent.

"For the past few months I’ve been worrying over you constantly!" you shouted, jamming your finger angrily into his chest with each sentence, "I have no idea what I’ve done to you and all you have been doing is ignoring me! For Merlin's sake, we're supposed to love each other and this is how you treat me!?"

He crossed his arms over his chest, looking away.

"If you wanted to break up, why don't you just man up and say so instead of acting immature and avoiding me! I thought you were better than that!" you yelled, tears brimmed from the corner of your eyes. You wiped them away, scowling at him, and closed your eyes quickly composing yourself.

Draco's jaw clenched, eyebrows knitted tight in anger. His lack of response was pissing you off more and more as each second passed.

"Your silence is speaking loudly for yourself, is that what you want?!" you stomped your foot, "SAY SOMETHING!"

What happened next surprised you. Knowing how Draco tends to act in your past arguments, he would explode just as much as you. But he didn't this time. Instead, he scoffed and took a step back, creating even more distance between the two of you.

"I don't love you and I have never loved you. Thought you would've taken the hint by now, but you're just as stupid as your brother," he spat lowly, making you flinch, "Just leave me alone and never speak to me again, Y/N."

Your mouth hung agape as your named rolled off his lips, taking a step back this time.

The halls were quiet, which otherwise would've been considered peaceful if it weren't for this given moment.

You looked at him with deep hope to hear him say he was wrong. To hear him say that he didn't mean it, and this was all some cruel prank. That none of this is happening. But he didn’t.

With as much strength as you could muster without breaking down, you spoke.

"I see."

You turned on your heel, finally allowing the tears to flow down your face, and left a very heart-broken Draco alone in the hallway.

You didn't know where your feet were carrying you too, you just knew that you needed to be anywhere else but here. Maybe you'll grab your broom, and soar off to Merlin knows where. Maybe you'll grab some Floo powder and allow it to take you somewhere random. Hell, even just wandering different grounds out of Hogwarts seemed like a good plan.

You continued walking through the castle, deep in your own thoughts until you heard familiar distant voices. Walking down the curved staircase, the voices grew louder and you faced the back of your brother and Hermione deep in discussion.

They hadn't noticed your presence just yet as they continued their conversation.

"I keep having these dreams, Hermione, and I'm telling you that it's all somehow connected. I can't quiet explain it right now but... I hear him more and more each day."

She placed her hand on his shoulder, as they gazed through an opened window, facing out towards the ocean in Hogwarts.

"I believe you, trust me. We've just somehow got to," she paused, "Y/N? Are you alright?"

Hermione saw you out of the corner of her eye when she began speaking to Harry.

Harry's head snapped at the mention of your name, and he whipped around. The smile he had on his face quickly faded when he took in your appearance. With no questions asked, he rushed forward and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. You wrapped your arms around him just as tight, letting out a sob into his shoulder. Hermione also rushed forward, hugging you, brushing your hair down with her hands.

"Y/N," he whispered, lovingly, "What's happened?"

You shook your head. "You're not going to care," you cried.

You really didn't feel like being lectured by Harry and getting the 'I-told-you-so' speech. Harry always hated Draco since day one, and somehow the satisfaction of him rubbing it in your face wasn't gong to make you feel any better. You just needed the love and comfort of your brother and friends.

"Nonsense, Y/N/N, tell me what’s wrong. Please, I don’t like seeing you like this.” He said with a worried expression. You knew he wouldn’t stop asking if you didn’t give him an answer.

You sniffled, staring blankly ahead in his embrace.

"Draco and I broke up."

Harry tensed against you. His hatred for Draco ran deep, and as much as he hated seeing the two of you together, he now hated him even more for breaking your heart.

"That pathetic, foul little git," Hermione cursed, "You deserve so much better, Y/N."

"Let's take a trip to Hogsmeade and get some butter beer, yea?" Harry suggested, pulling you out of the embrace and staring into your eyes. He wasn't going to make you talk about it unless you wanted to and you appreciated it. You nodded, and linked hands with him.

~*~

Almost another month and a half had passed and each day felt like a drag. However, you must admit you don't feel as hollow now as much as you did a month ago.

Harry made you feel a lot better, and constantly tried to keep your mind off things. You began spending even more time with him than you did before. Not to say you wouldn't hang out with your own twin, but it was different when you were dating Draco. And actually, you had been more busy with going on Harry's missions with Voldemort than you thought you would've been, some more dangerous than others.

Which, of course, was not in Harry's plan to distract you but that's just what was going on at the moment.

Some days were harder than others, and a part of you still feels like you needed answers or some sort of closure, but another part of you is trying its best to move on.

Since your break up, you unironically hadn't seen Draco as much as you used to when you were actively hunting him down. And when you did, it was only quick glimpses of him turning around a corner or exiting from somewhere.

Did you actually believe that Draco no longer loves you? No. You don't just wake up one day and decide you no longer lover someone. You knew something had to have happened and the more you came to terms with it, the more you just wanted to understand.

It wasn't until one night, you accidentally spent a longer time in the Slytherin Common Room than you had anticipated to. You were sitting on the couch facing the fireplace studying for an upcoming test when you heard shuffling.

Draco silently closed his dorm room door, and made his way down the stairs. Fixing the creases in his suit, he headed to exit the Slytherin Common Room.

You silently closed your book and turned around.

I shouldn't say anything. Just let him leave and go to bed - you thought to yourself.

However your lips worked faster than your brain and before you knew it, you spoke.

As he passed the main room and was about to exit, a voice he's been longing to hear snapped him out of the dark thoughts clouding his mind.

"Draco?"

He stopped on his heels, his back towards you, freezing. He was not expecting you to be up at this ungodly hour at night, let alone even in the Slytherin Common Room. You should've been in your dorm, asleep. He didn't dare turn around, instead he kept eyes glued forward. Before he could take a step, you placed your book on the couch and made your way to him and placed your hand lightly on his shoulder.

You felt him tense up.

Sliding your hand down his arm, and to his hand, you attempted to entwine your fingers. Draco gave no reaction to this, and remained limp.

Staring at the back of his perfectly kept blonde hair, you could see his jaw tensing. He wanted to say something, but kept holding himself back.

"I know the last thing you want to do is talk to me... but I would really like some ans..answers," your voice cracked- you hadn't meant for it.

You took another deep breath, trying to compose yourself. "I promise to leave you alone but can I just know if I had done something that made you treat me like this?"

You were over it. You were over being angry and upset. You wanted answers, and as each day went by you grew more and more desperate.

You were at your breaking point, actually you were past it.

His hand twitched. He wanted to pull his hand out of your grasp, tell you to go away, and walk out this door.

But he couldn't. These months were just as hard on him as it was for you.

This time, you stepped around him, facing him face to face. His lips were turned upside down into a frown, but not the angry kind. He looked depressed; completely and utterly miserable. He refused to look you in the eyes.

He knew he was going to break any moment.

Reaching up, you hesitantly cupped his cheeks with both of your shaky hands. You furrowed your eyebrows, getting a good look at his face.

His eyes were bloodshot, dull, and sunken in, with heavy bags underneath them. His skin was pale, more so than usual, making him look sickly. He looks like he hadn't ate in days and his face was so cold and skinnier than how you remember him.

He closed his eyes, fighting the battle in his mind. You let out a deep breath that you had been holding in for what felt like a long time.

"What did I do to make you fall out of love so suddenly?" you whispered, each delicate word became more quiet than the last.

You would've expected him to snap at you or push you away by now, but him not doing so tacitly confirmed that you knew something was wrong.

Instead, his eyes began to water. You lightly rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs, as it felt like he lightly sank into your touch.

"I.." he began, with a shaky voice. You caught on that he was trying to stop himself from talking.

"Please," you begged, becoming as emotional as him, "Talk to me."

The silence in the room dragged on, and the tension only grew.

And then, he gave up. He lunged forward, suddenly pulling you towards him. He wrapped his arms around you desperately, not wanting to let go. It felt like every emotion Draco kept bottled up these past months were finally being released. His cries sounded so violent, you couldn't help but cry with him, missing being in arms.

"I can't," he cried into your hair.

"You can't talk to me?"

He squeezed you tightly, sniffling.

"I can't kill you. I won't."

You froze, your heart dropping.

"W-What?"

"He-He wants me to kill you," he sobbed, wetting your Y/H/C hair with tears, "But I won't!"

This time you lightly nudged him off of you, taking a small step back. You stood there, staring at him confused. Beyond confused, actually.

You inhaled sharply, lips twitching, trying to remain calm.

"What are you talking about? He? Voldemort?"

He silently nodded his head.

You're not sure what to say. You cannot say you're shocked Voldemort wants you dead. Hell, if he wants Harry then of course he's going to want you too. But what's confusing you is if this was the case, why wouldn't Draco have told you in the first place? Unless he actually planned to do it, but stopped himself?

As Draco attempted to get closer, you snapped out of your thoughts and took a step back.

"You're scared of me." he says quietly.

It might be true. You can't really tell.

Softly, he calls your name in an attempt to get you to look at him. "Look at me, please."

Your gaze locks onto his. He's unable to read your face. He looks around the open space of the Slytherin Common Room.

"Can we go somewhere more private?"

You scoff, gaining back some of your confidence, "I am not going anywhere with you. Whatever you have to tell me, you can tell me right here."

"Y/N, I would never put you in harms way, trust me-"

"-trust you!? Now, you want me to trust you after all these months!?"

This time, he exploded. Not out of anger, but out of frustration.

"I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO PROTECT YOU!"

His voice echoed off of the walls, you wouldn't be shocked if others might've been woken up.

"I have been trying to keep you safe this entire time," he choked, lowering his voice, "please."

This time you shut up, and bowed your head. He took that cue to begin walking.

The corridors exuded a serene aura when they weren't congested with student groups attempting to navigate their way around Hogwarts. Your footsteps on the chilly stone were the only sounds audible as you kept up with Draco.

The faint candles positioned on the walls provided only partial guidance in the extensive corridors. You trailed the corridors until you came to the top of the astronomy tower's stairway.

You followed him inside as he opened the hefty wooden door. Following him to the railing, he leaned over it facing the outside. You followed suit, alongside him keeping just a little distance between the two of you.

"I don't know how, but he found out we were dating," Draco began, keeping his gaze straight ahead, as the wind gently blew through his hair, "As you know, Voldemort wants your brother dead. He thought the best way to get to Harry was to get to you since you're his only family. He wanted to kidnap and use you to trap your brother."

He paused. His mouth was slightly ajar, like he was trying to find the right words to say.

"After finding out about us, he confronted me about 'hiding' you from him. So, rather than kidnapping you, he intended to kill you. But to punish me, he ordered me to be the one to do so."

The wind howled, blowing the trees, having the branches sway harshly, leaves flying all throughout the wind. Your heart began to pound as a fit of shivers shot through you, causing you to pull your cloak tighter around yourself.

"Never once was I ever going to go through with his plan. I thought trying to prove to him that I wasn't involved with you would've somehow made him change his mind. That if I could prove to him you meant nothing to me and your death wasn't worth it, but he didn't believe me. He could see right through me and threatened to kill me if I didn't kill you."

You anxiously bit your lip, this time turning to face him.

"To convince him, I had to convince myself I wasn't in love with you. I had to shut you out. I needed to convince myself that I didn't need you.. but I'll always need you. As long as you were around me, your safety was becoming constantly going to be in peril. I couldn't keep up with my plan if I was still around you."

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

He let out a breath, that almost sounded like a scoff. "How could I? I thought it would've been easiest to make you hate me."

You don't respond. The words you wanted to say, abruptly got lost inside you, scrambling around as you stare at him in the quietness resting between the two of you.

"As much as I tried, Draco, I could never hate you," you frowned.

This time, Draco turned his head and finally locked eyes with you with what felt like in forever. His watery eyes softened.

Draco stepped closer to you, and reached for you, wrapping his fingers around the back of your neck. His thumb gently pressed into your skin, making slow and deep circles. This is the closest you've felt to Draco in a while.

"You should," he whispered so quietly you almost didn't hear him. For a few moments, he just holds you. You're not quite sure whether he expects you to say anything else.

Without a second thought, you feel yourself leaning forward. He closes his eyes, fighting the pain in his mind. Your eyes flutter closed, the both of your lips so close to each other that you could feel the warmth radiating off of his lips without actually touching them.

“I love you.” You whisper, ever so slightly against his lips. He takes that as a sign to finally press your lips together. After months of being apart, the feeling of his lips against yours felt like coming home. He had been longing for your touch, he craved you every second of the day.

The kiss was desperate, as though he felt like he would lose you if he let go; a combination of fear, relief, and love seeping into the physical gesture. Draco moved his lips roughly against yours, you could taste the salt on him left from his tears, the same salty droplets still leaking from your eyes.  You deepened the kiss, grabbing onto the front of his shirt and balling it in your fists.

His hands slid down from your neck to your waist, pulling you closer as you raised your hands to his smooth platinum hair. You ran your fingers through his locks, lightly tugging.

Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his, brushing away the stray tears from his cheeks. You gave him a sad smile and kept one of your hands on his cheek.

"Next time, please, just talk to me. I would've been more understanding."

He nodded his head, turning his face slightly to press a kiss in the palm of your hand.

"I'm sorry, I was just afraid of-"

You shushed him. "You don't need to explain yourself to me anymore, I understand now. Moving forward, we need to work together through thick and thin, Draco. I knew being together wasn't going to be easy."

A small smile finally crept up on onto his lips, a smile you've been longing to see.

"I'll go through it all with you, Y/N."

Your heart fluttered, pulling him in once more for a long deserved kiss.

[doting-dov3]

I feel like one of the most scandalous, embarrassing things Tom Riddle/Voldemort could ever do is take a piss anywhere that wasn’t a toilet. He would never let himself live it down and would spend his entire lifespan trying to forget, it’d haunt him to the grave. The man would’ve given himself PTSD just form this alone.

[impishtubist]

Personally DESPISE and despair at the lack of haughty Sirius & Regulus. Orion & Walburga may have been shit parents but they were still their parents and you bet your little arse that those two injected all their aristo-audacity into their children. Someone takes a photo of Sirius and Regulus and after it’s been developed, they need a moment to breathe because, “Oh for Merlin’s sake, that expression’s all mother and fuck, the way I’m holding the glass���that’s father, isn’t it?”

They can’t get rid of their upbringing. Sirius secretly really likes the aesthetic of a cane with a silver snake head, no matter how gaudy it looks. Regulus still prefers a cravat over a tie. There’s nothing as emotionally devastating of having a Black brother look you up and down and smile a little bit, because it reeks of judgement. Lucius Malfoy will avoid his wife’s cousins at all costs because they won’t give him a moment of peace—at their wedding, Regulus glanced at him once, hid a scoff in his champagne, and asked him if he enjoyed taking fashion advice from old Arcturus. Sirius once asked him during a raid if his Death Eater robes were from that fun little shop in Paris his mother used to get his father’s clothes from, and that they looked “really cute on you, Luce, really. I’m glad you’re having such fun playing dress up.” Lucius had to ask Voldy if he could take some medical leave to recover, because the burn paste he needed wasn’t covered by their Manger-la-Mort Insurance.

They’re both horribly haughty and will only be nice if they like you. Maybe. If all the Black cousins had teamed up together, Voldemort would’ve been defeated in a week and wish he hadn’t made any horcruxes because they’d judgingly laugh his wraith into non-existence.

Okay so I literally was about to rec your own fic to you 😂 I was reading this like "YES there's this Prongsfoot fic out there that does this exact thing, James takes the piss out of Sirius for being just like his parents--wait a minute."

But yes, this! I want to see more fics--Wolfstar, Prongsfoot, Jegulus, Moonseeker, I don't care--where the Black brothers can't escape their upbringing, can't escape looking/sounding like their parents sometimes, and their spouses just tease them mercilessly over it.

And you're 100% correct about how devastating the Black cousins could have been if they all teamed up together.

[rose-of-the-grave]

James would’ve definitely came close to punching Snape/confronted Dumbledore for terrible protection of student, if he found out how terribly he handled the Quirrell/Voldemort situation and his 11 year old boy had to figure it out on his own/almost got killed

Oh he definitely would have. I just know that James and Lily were watching over him and were so pissed by everything Harry went through, especially from the Dursleys but also the amount of danger he was put in at school. Whether it was almost getting killed by Quirell, almost having his memories taken by Lockhart, and so on. He definitely would have been enraged and rightly so.

[weirdtinkerbellversion]

I always imagined James would’ve loved Ron in whatever AU in which they survive. Ron and Harry as childhood besties because their parents knew each other? Yes. Harry bringing Ron home after their first year at Hogwarts? Yes.

I think, especially if Harry remained an only child, Ron would’ve loved the Potters’ house because he wouldn’t be overpowered by 4 older brothers. He’d have food and toys and everything. And I think James would dote on him so much. He’s Harry’s best friend!! Which means he’s family. He’d help him practice Quidditch so he could make the team too, include him in pranks on Sirius, etc… (I know we always talk about the twins finding out who the marauders really are and freaking out because they’re continuing their legacy, etc.. but I think with James around Ron, he would’ve picked up a bit more of that bug too.)

So many hcs in so many aus. James would’ve loved Ron and vice versa in my world.

Also, even in canon, do we forget that Ron saves Harry’s life? Maybe not in the big, hero “I’ll kill Voldemort for you” way. But Ron is the reason Harry knows love, before Sirius comes into his life. Ron is his first friend, the first person who is HIS. He gave him a home, a family, and his sister (lol). He saved him emotionally in so many ways. That’s why it always pisses me off in the 2nd Deathly Hallows film, when Harry tells Hermione and Ron that he’s the horcrux and needs to go into the forest and die, only Hermione gets a hug?? Like you’re telling me Ron Fucking Weasley, who just lost one of his biological brothers, wouldn’t have been sobbing and crushing Harry in a hug because Harry was also the first person who was only HIS?? Who saw HIM?? No.

Ron may have been a moody teenager struggling to get a grip on his emotions sometimes, but he was a damn good friend and deserves his credit.

Anyways, that’s my rant for now.

there are a lot of things i dislike about this fandom but the worst of the worst is everyone who loves james potter and hates ron weasley

[prettierthanurbf]

Mattheo Riddle

Mattheo and Y/n through the years

also this is a Y/n Potter x Mattheo Riddle type story

this is purely j bc i can’t think of anything else to write

also, i am so not ready for school to start so like sum1 kill me b4 august 8th

that was a lil jokey joke no one start hating on me ok i’m depressed and suicidal so don’t start w the disrespectful thing <3

anyways, i hope u enjoy

Year One

“Your name’s Mattheo Riddle? Like, your last name is Riddle?” Y/n asked, completely shocked. “And you like going around school telling people that?”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re so funny.”

She shrugged. “I get it from my nonexistent parents.”

“Okay, orphan girl, let’s see you pass this test.”

“Okay, Riddle-Me-This, I’ll kick your ass at it.”

“Sure you will.”

Year Two

“Your last name is Riddle… isn’t it?” Y/n asked, looking around the Chamber of Secrets.

“It’s not what you think.” Mattheo said quickly.

She eyed the man behind him. “That’s Tom Marvelo Riddle… and you’re- you’re Mattheo Marvelo Riddle. So what is he?”

“I am Tom Marvelo Riddle.” Tom said irritably. “Voldemort is my past, present, and future.”

She eyed him. “You’re definitely attractive, Tom, but this weird voodoo shit is the type of witchcraft I am not studying.”

He rolled his eyes. “Son, kill her.”

“See? You heard that, Mattheo? Daddy Tom just called you son! You can’t tell me it’s not what I think now.” Y/n said angrily.

Mattheo gave her a pleasing look. “I’m telling you it’s not what it looks like.”

“But it is.” Tom said.

Y/n looked at him. “We’re having a conversation, and for some really old guy who wants, like, immortality or something, you’re not that wise. Like, clearly you’re being rude.”

“I don’t care! Son, kill her!” Tom yelled.

Mattheo turned to Tom. “I won’t. She can be resourceful to us. She’s Y/n Potter. Please, father. We’re friends. She’s a Slytherin. She speaks Parceltongue.”

Tom looked at Y/n suspiciously. “Speak then, girl.”

“What the bloody hell do I look like to you? Your servant?” Y/n asked irritably. “I did not just ruin Daphne Green Ass’s life and become queen bee of Slytherin for you to tell me what to do! I own this school now, got it? I am not gonna listen to some weird hologram type thing when you’re not even actually alive looking like that!”

Mattheo gave her a look. “Shut it.” He hissed.

She crossed her arms. “You’re such a good friend, Mattheo. Honestly. Telling me to shut it and begging your father not to have you kill me. And I thought Hogwarts was terrifying for a moment.” She said sarcastically.

Tom groaned. “You’re both fools!”

“Stop talking like that!” Y/n yelled. “You sound dumb and annoying! Talk like we do because I swear this whole Stone Age vocabulary is really starting to piss me off!”

“Hey, Tom!” Harry yelled, kneeling over Tom Riddle’s diary with a basilisk fang. “Get a load of this.”

Tom reached out. “No!”

But it was too late, Harry had already stabbed the diary and made Tom stumble.

Y/n smacked Mattheo. “You blithering idiot! How could you bring me down here?!”

“You wanted to save Harry!”

“Oh, so now saving Harry means almost dying with him?!” She snapped. “I’ll remember that one.”

“Oh, shut up!” He shot back.

Year Three

“Don’t try to kill me this year, huh, Mattheo.” Y/n joked as they sat at their usual table on the train.

He rolled his eyes. “I didn’t mean to.”

Draco sat beside them. “What’re you two going on about this time?”

“Mattheo almost killed me last year.” Y/n said brightly.

Draco looked at Mattheo. “She’s still not over it?”

“I could’ve died! Hello? Does you not see the problem with that?!” She yelled irritably.

“You weren’t going to die!” Mattheo yelled. “I wouldn’t have killed you and he couldn’t do it!”

She scowled at him. “Let me have my moment, Riddle-Me-This.”

Year Four

“Is that-“ Y/n started, grabbing onto Mattheo’s hand absentmindedly.

He squeezed hers. “Cedric Diggory.”

She covered her face in his shoulder. “That would’ve been me in the Chamber of Secrets. Why couldn’t it have been me?!”

“You’re so dramatic.” Mattheo said, rolling his eyes but still holding onto her tightly as he watched Mr. Digorry run down to where Harry was crying over Cedric’s body.

Year Five

“I swear that dwarf looking flamingo is getting on my last bloody nerves.” Y/n muttered.

Mattheo snorted, looking over at her. “I think you’re handling it all just fine.”

“Look at my hand!” She shrieked, showing Mattheo her hand that had three sentences cut into it with dried blood around it.

His eyes widened. “She did that to you?!”

“She gave me a pen to do it so I technically did it to myself.” Y/n corrected, her eyes watering. “It still burns.”

Mattheo rushed out of the common room and to Professor Umbridge’s office, barging in. “You can’t hurt her! I won’t allow it!”

“What was that, dear?” She asked innocently.

“Y/n. If she still has those cuts on her by tomorrow I’ll be letting my father know.” He said angrily.

She looked at him. “She was being disrespectful.”

“I don’t care what she was being. You better understand who’s higher authority in this, or you’ll end up dead on the street like the Mudbloods.”

She nodded slowly. “I’ll keep that in mind, dear.”

Mattheo hurried out and back to Y/n, holding onto her hand gently and looking at it. “I’ll have to find her little toy so she’ll have to find another way of punishing students, but I want you to know she’s not going to do this to you anymore. She won’t cause any harm to you as long as I’m here.”

Y/n smiled at him. “You’ve got more balls than I think you do.”

“Wanna test that theory?” He asked with a grin.

Year Six

Mattheo looked up at Lilith, who was pacing around his dorm. “You can sit down you know.”

“Shut it.” She hissed before going back to muttering to herself.

He got up from his bed and stopped her by putting both hands out onto her shoulder. “Stressing isn’t going to make this go away.”

“You’re in deep shit, Mattheo.”

“I know, love, but I’ll figure it out.”

“No. I can do it. I can kill him for you. I have reasons to and that way you can remain safe. You and Draco will be fine.”

“You’ll be killing someone, Y/n. I won’t let you do it.”

“I won’t let you follow in your fathers footsteps, Mattheo. I’m doing this and you can change my mind.”

He sighed. “Look, I know it’s scary, I know it’s risky, but I know I can do this.”

She paused then looked up at him. “And that’s exactly what I’m afraid of.”

Year Seven

Y/n hurried over to Mattheo. “He’s back.”

“What?!” He asked groggily, looking up at his fiancé through squinted eyes.

She looked at him. “Your father’s back, love. He wants you downstairs with the rest of us.”

“I’ll be down in a second.”

She pulled him off the bed. “You’ll be down there now. Let’s go.”

He stood up on wobbly legs and walked as quickly as possible behind Y/n. “Why’re we doing this so late?”

“They found my brother.” She whispered, her voice breaking. She cleared her throat and blinked back the tears she was holding before walking into the dining room where all the Death Eaters were.

“Mattheo, my son.” Voldemort said with a small smile. “And his fiancé, Y/n Potter. Lovely to see the both of you. Come sit, come sit.” They sat down on either side of him. “How’s the baby making coming along? I need a promise there will be another heir in case things go wrong.”

“Father, nothing will go wrong.” Mattheo lied.

Y/n looked at her soon to be father in law. “We have full confidence that this will be successful.”

“And you’re alright with me killing your brother?” Voldemort asked suspiciously.

Y/n sat up straighter. “He was a cruel person. I think you’d be doing everyone a favor.”

“The students at Hogwarts don’t think so.” Lucius cut in.

Y/n looked at him. “They don’t know him the way I do. Don’t forget,” she said, looking around, “i’ve spent more time with him than anyone else. Albus Dumbledore left us on the porch of our aunt and uncle for thirteen years.”

“He left you there for fourteen.” Lucius said.

She looked at him. “And that year away he sent me letters about almost everything.”

“But you didn’t find out about me until the next year?” Voldemort asked.

She nodded. “Exactly. Mattheo told me, actually- well he gave me a book about the history and all that.”

Mattheo chewed the inside of his cheek. “Why are we here, father? It’s the middle of the night.”

“We’ve heard of where Harry Potter might go. I have already sent Nagini on her way… If anyone hears anything or sees anything, let me know. The meeting is over now, everyone but the Malfoy’s, Y/n, Mattheo, and Severus can go.” Voldemort said, looking along the table with a smile showing off his ugly top teeth.

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i am still writing the ending to this story so please be patient with me. everything will be published all together because i absolutely hate posting bit by bit so definitely stay tuned for updates on this story.

hope you enjoyed <3

[halfblood-princes-crown]

Somebody said this a while ago and it made really moody in a way, they said that if severus was a girl not a boy James wouldn’t have reflected the same level of bullying he did to him as a boy because James is that type of boy who thinks it’s ok to bully boys his age or younger to death and would’ve felt awkward if it was a girl.

Either way James potter can go piss off 😊

That logic is not logicing💀

So were they trying to say that bullying is ok if it’s same sex bullying? That’s stupid asf

If Severus was a girl then I’m sure his bullying would be more on the creepy and sexist side since he showed mannerisms of both during SWM

They say whatever the hell they want just to make him seem like a good guy at heart💀

I started ranting

Bullying (no matter what the sex is) can lead people to off themselves, and I always see Snaters say “good! The world would be better off without him” but that’s wrong (and evil).

If James’ bullying had caused Snape to break that far then (as much as I hate her) I’m sure Lily wouldn’t have gotten with him (or stayed with him depending on what point this happened), which means no Harry…

OR if she did stay with him and had Harry, Harry wouldn’t have had most of the knowledge and resources he needed to survive his 7 years at Hogwarts being chased by one of THE most powerful wizards…

Dumbledore probably wouldn’t be able to find an Occlumen strong enough to spy on Voldemort

Harry (and probably Ron and Hermione too) would have been dead before they reached their 7th year

If Snape wasn’t there to do it for him, then Draco most likely would’ve had to die instead of Snape because he was the one who was supposed to kill Dumbledore

All of those kids who were petrified…Snape helped make all of those potions to save them

He’s the one who made that Wolfsbane for Remus

He’s the one who sent the order when he knew Harry and Co. were in danger…

I can’t make this shit up💀 There would be no happy ending without Snape…James did nothing but nut 💀✋🏽

[thecrimsonhelmet]

“Tried it.” And, frankly, he’s a little insulted Bruce thinks he wouldn’t have thought of bugging his targets. Even excluding his time with the League, Batman trained him better than that. He should know that trackers and bugs were one of Jason’s first moves. Come on, Bruce, have a little faith. “I’ve been watching and listening for weeks, now. They’ve never gone anywhere near Caputo. They won’t even mention her by name.” It’s all the boss this, and you know who that. If Jason didn’t know better, he might think Caputo was the real life Voldemort.

“The Irish don’t know anything.” He already tried that, too. “And if we put pressure on Moretti, Bellini, or Russo, and they don’t give us anything, we’ll be fucked. Caputo hears we were sniffing around and she’ll go to ground. I can’t risk that.” Again, this is all shit he knows. Jason hasn’t forgotten his time as Robin, even if the memories are clouded by anger and hurt, now. He’s still damn good at his job—hell, even better at it, nowadays—and Bruce treating him like he’s a child that doesn’t know the basics is starting to piss him off.

Batman’s pause has Jason narrowing his eyes with interest. He’s got an idea. Something he doesn’t want to say. Jason just about opens his mouth to tell him to spit it out already, when Bruce finally speaks on his own. Jason’s eyebrows creep upwards. He can’t decide if he’s impressed or disgusted. Bruce playing honeypot is something that might actually work, but still. That’s his da—that’s…it’s Bruce. The very idea of the man ever getting it on with anyone is horrifying. Mentally scarring. He bristles, pushing that to the back of his mind with a scowl. “This is my case, B. No way in hell are you just taking over.” Jason’s worked too hard, spent too many long hours, done too many awful things undercover to just bail on it now and hand it over. Nuh uh. Not gonna happen.

Bruce obviously isn’t entirely comfortable with the idea of going undercover like that, would most likely be miserable the entire time, if Jason’s memories are to be trusted. (Which, they aren’t always. His brain is fucked, his memories twisted, many missing altogether. Sometimes he gets some back, but he’s got no way of knowing whether they’re real or not. Now, whether that’s all from the crowbar, the lack of oxygen when crawling out of his grave, his dunk in the Pit, or an unholy combination of all three, is beyond him.)

He’s not sure if Bruce’s discomfort brings him any satisfaction or not.

Bruce being miserable is something he’d wanted for a long time, there. Something he’d actively tried to play a hand in. They’re on better terms now, even if they do fight during almost every interaction. But Jason at least doesn’t feel that murderous rage, that need to turn Bruce’s entire world to ash, whenever he looks at him, anymore.

“You going undercover might be our best option, though.” There’s absolutely no way in hell he’ll be listening the entire time, if Bruce does play honeypot, though. Even if he’s not sure where they stand now, the man used to be his father. Jason listening in on whatever the hell he does to seduce Caputo or Bellini would just be gross. “We want Caputo, though. Bellini is an idiot and would’ve been dead a long time ago if it wouldn’t tip off Caputo. If you have to use him to get to her,” he wrinkles his nose in distaste, “whatever. But I want Caputo.” Preferably, her head on a silver platter.

Time is both so slow and so fast at the same time. It feels like just yesterday Jason was but a thin slip of a child, donning worn clothes and beat up sneakers as he attempted to liberate the batmobile of its tires. He was so small and vulnerable back them. He's much taller now. Taller and stronger. Although in Bruce's eyes he will always be vulnerable. He's vulnerable not because of his lack of skill but rather due to his unconventional career choice. Jason has dived deep into the criminal underbelly of Gotham and one of Bruce's biggest fears is that one day he'll dive too deep and simply never resurface.

Back when Jason was Robin, things were simpler. They often had similar morals and similar strategies. It felt as though it times they could read each other's minds. Now... Now he rarely has a clue as to what is going on in Jason's head. They argue a lot now too. He doesn't intended to seek fights with Jason but these days they seem to have more heated arguments than not.

The names, of course, ring immediate bells. The white lenses of his cowl twitch, a subtle sigh that he is using the in cowl overlay to cross reference Jason's intel with his own records. Despite such multitasking, his gaze remains tilted toward Jason's face and focused on him. The overlay fades from his sight just in time for him to catch the USB drive Jason tosses his way. The casing of the drive is given a curious glance before part of his gauntlet slides back. The stick is inserted into the drive embedded in his gauntlet, its contents projected on the inside of his cowl lenses. There's an audible lull in their conversation as Bruce ponders Jason's words and quickly skims the intel Jason provided.

"I have a few ideas," he announces after a few minutes of thoughtful quiet. If he notices Jason's frustration with having to admit he needs help he's kind enough not to comment on it. "We could put trackers and buts on Moretti, Bellini, and Russo and keep our distance. We'd then just have to wait and see if they'd lead us to her. We also could watch the deal and press the Irish mob to get an idea of what they know. We also could pick one of the bosses and put pressure on them to squeal. There's always a weak link somewhere. Anger, jealousy, ambition... Criminal alliances are fragile at best. Or..." he pauses, and a heavy sigh escapes his lips. Now it's his turn to grapple with his own demons. This plan is more risky but according to his calculations it has the highest rate of success.

"Or I dig an old undercover alias out of the closet and see if I can convince Dick to be Batman for a week or two. Meanwhile you can watch my back while I try to lure Caputo out of hiding. There are many elusive things about Caputo but her taste in men is rather obvious." A small pause, then, "or you could just leave it to me altogether. I've done undercover work solo before." The last time he did undercover work without back up was before he took in any kids when it was just him and Alfred. Alfred tracked him the whole time but having someone run comms and having someone be able to burst in and help you if things go south are two very different things. "Even if I can't lure out Caputo I'm confident I could lure out Bellini. He and Caputo have similar tastes in men although Bellini is far more lonely and desperate." With an awkward cough, he adds, "you wouldn't have to listen the whole time. Just when I reach out."

This plan is far from ideal. Although his Bruce public persona plays dumb and flirtatious, Bruce deep down has never really enjoyed dating or talking with strangers. He's always been more of the stay at home and get hopeless crushes on your friends type. If he went through with this undercover mission he would likely be miserable the whole time. Jason is likely to remember such a fact about him.

[mischief-marauders]

It feels like it should be accepted as canon that while Regulus Black has Slytherins qualities, his main house, the house he belongs to, is Gryffindor. In my mind, I strongly feel that it should be canon. It’s not said outright but it’s heavily implied throughout the series and what we know of him. Here’s some reasons why I believe this.

Names are powerful and no one just “has” a name

99.9% of the characters in Harry Potter have a significant name. Either meaning or parallel or reference to something. James, Peter, and Dorcas are biblical names which can be argued explain their character. The Black’s are named after stars and constellations and each of their names relate to who they are. Sirius Black is named for the Dog Star in the canis constellation. He is literally a black dog. Regulus is named for a star in the Leo constellation. Leo meaning lion. The nickname of the star? “Heart of the lion”. His name is known as heart of the lion which would greatly imply that he has a heart of a lion, of a Gryffindor. If Sirius’ name is literal, why wouldn’t his brothers’ be? We see from his actions of sacrificing himself to stop Voldemort the moment he saw him for who he was and the fact that he did it for a creature considered the lowest of the magical world, a house elf. The house elves we see are treated horribly by their masters but Regulus sacrificed himself to save Kreacher. His actions just scream “GRYFFINDOR”. Sacrificing yourself for the greater good, consequences be damned, taking action is all Gryffindor qualities.

Parallel’s with Harry

Let’s say that JK literally wrote in the books “yeah Regulus was a Gryffindor”. That gives us two options. One, the sorting hat made a mistake in sorting him which is possible since JK did say that the hat made 7 mistakes. Or the other option, Regulus begged the sorting hat to put him Slytherin. JK loves her parallels and this would directly parallel with Harry’s sorting. Harry begged the hat to put him Gryffindor when it actually wanted to put him in Slytherin. Same with Regulus but switch the houses. The sorting hat wanted to put Regulus in Gryffindor but he begged to be put in Slytherin. This parallel is something that would make a lot of sense. Which leads me into the next point

If Regulus was a Gryffindor, he would’ve begged to be put in Slytherin

Let’s say for a moment that Regulus begged the sorting hat to put him in Slytherin. This would 100% make sense with the story and Sirius. Sirius came from an abusive home and he mentions that Reguous is the good brother. The Black’s would’ve been pissed that Sirius was a Gryffindor and in the house for blood traitors. Sirius starts learning about how blood purity is hurting others and starts spouting this at home. I feel like this is where the house went from minor mean parents to full blown abusiveness. And Regulus witnessed this. An 11 year old watching his brother suffer for going to the wrong house would’ve cemented in his mind that he needed to go to the right house. Slytherin.

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

How do you think Tom Riddle would’ve turned out if he was raised by his father somehow (I don’t blame Tom Sr. for leaving at all btw) Would he still have held the Wizarding World in such contempt?

I think he would have been a much more well-adjusted child. We wouldn’t have his orphan escapades, probably less if not none of the petty theft, etc. Now, part of this depends on how cool Tom Sr. is that his son is a wizard.

Tom has very potent magic as a child, this was bound to be noticed by the staff and the family. Tom Riddle Sr. was a rape victim taken advantage of because of witchcraft. I can see the first hint of Tom Riddle Jr. having demonic powers sending him screaming out the door never to be seen again. But, then again, we’re in a universe where Tom Riddle Sr. took in his son. Per that action alone, he may have recovered more than the original, and been in a position to contemplate having a magical child.

That said, I don’t think he’d be encouraging, and I think he’d flinch at any hint of magic. Which means Tom’s going to grow up, even in the best of conditions, in a very weird environment where his abilities are the elephant in the room that he and his father simply never discuss.

But you asked about the wizarding world. I imagine he’d still dislike it severely, but not enough to become Voldemort or be more than dully contemptuous.

Tom Riddle no longer grows up in poverty, and while his relationship with his father is strained, he does have one. He knows stepping into Hogwarts that he’s a halfblood, his mother was a witch, and knowing his mother’s maiden name and history he’ll be able to zero in more quickly than canon that he is the heir of Slytherin. He’ll find this annoyingly unhelpful, and more, be pissed off that he needs to waive the heritage of the rapist half of his family in his peer’s faces to get any respect.

That said, Tom Riddle when sent home for the summer is sent to Little Hangleton, not to London. This means Tom is not sent back to the Blitz, but instead the country where muggle children are being sent anyway. He likely finds it morally questionable that all the muggles are being sent back to muggle Britain, but probably knows that everyone else is in a position to escape the city. Likely, it would never occur to this Tom Riddle that, had he been living in London and an orphan with no resources, they would gleefully send him back to his death.

Due to this, I imagine he never sets the basilisk loose and perhaps never bothers to look for the chamber of secrets. After all, he knows very well the kind of people he came from and what Slytherin’s descendants became. It loses some of it’s luster after that.

Tom graduates with honors, likely has extreme difficulty gaining employment as he did in canon, but he’s the heir to a wealthy muggle family. I can see him throwing his hands in the air, going back home, and finally taking up his father on attending muggle university. Tom Riddle goes to Princeton for a few years. He honestly might transition back into the muggle world, as the wizarding world seems to want nothing to do with him anyway.

Or if he does return to the wizarding world he might go try for the Defense position again and, depending how much Dumbledore hates him in this universe, he might have some luck with that or picking up the Muggle Studies position given his background.

Without his impoverished background and first hand experience with the Blitz (beyond probably returning to his house to find a dozen orphans living there during the bombings) I imagine Tom’s much less resentful of muggles (probably more pissed at wizards that they’re letting their muggle countrymen burn because such affairs do not concern them). That, and not being a creepy orphan, may improve Dumbledore’s opinion of him. Though to be honest, I imagine they never get along. Tom would likely find Dumbledore unbearably smug and righteous and Dumbledore would find Tom smarmy and overly ambitious.

The wizarding world however still has extreme issues and things could still very well break out into violence (though probably much less well organized). I can see Bellatrix rallying her peers into torching muggle born shops. Tom probably just sighs, but honestly, beyond a low grade resentment can’t really bring himself to care.

I don’t think Voldemort would happen though. The sheer rage, despair, and nihilism just isn’t there.

[blissstardust]

Be Alright

Remus X Reader|| (kind of) MaraudersXReader

Platonic

Seventh Year

Enjoy :)

You took in a slow and steady breath as the cool midnight air kissed your the skin on your face, and danced past your body, letting it calm your thoughts. Everything was about to change. You knew that, now. With Voldemort’s power progressing immensely, and your last year at Hogwarts coming to an end next month, you didn’t know what the future had in store. Opening up your eyes, you looked back out to the Black Lake. You love how eerily beautiful it always looks at night—specifically midnight. Suddenly, your thoughts were interrupted by a figure appearing by your side—it was Remus Lupin.

“Beautiful night out,” He stated softly. You looked at him, studying him.

“Yeah, it is.” You returned your gaze to the night sky. Then, you realized why he’s here. “When’s my detention?” You plainly asked. You could feel his eyes on you now.

“Detention? For what?”

“I’m out of bed, when I should be in my dorm room right now, sleeping,” You reminded him. A laugh escaped his lips causing you to look at him once more. Your brow quirked up. “What’s so funny, Lupin?” You asked feeling a bit amused.

“I’m not gonna give you detention, Y/n. It wouldn’t make sense now would it? I give you detention for being out of bed, while I’m doing the same thing?” A smile grew on his face. You shrugged as you looked back out to the Black Lake.

“Then, what are you doing out here—if not to give me detention?” You asked as a sigh escaped your lips.

“I couldn’t sleep and needed some air, so I came out here. What about you?”

“Same,” You hummed. A comfortable silence fell between you two as the wind gently blew around and the creatures of the night went about their business. “Remus?” You said softly.

“Yeah?”

“Are you scared for the future?” You asked as you looked over at him. He took a moment to ponder before answering.

A sigh escaped his lips and he said, “With everything going on? Yeah” He nodded as he met your eyes with his. “Yeah, a bit” You appreciated his honesty, because at least your not the only one scared. “Why do you ask?” Remus asked softly; curiously.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Because I’m scared, a-and I wanted to know that I wasn’t the only one”

“Well, at least we can both be scared together,” He said with a soft smile.

“Yeah,” You chortled as you looked up at him.

“Do you remember when we all first met?” He asked as his eyes gleamed with reminiscence. The memory immediately flooded your mind bringing a smile to your face. Remus could tell that you did—you never forgot.

“How could I forget? My knights in shining armor,” You laughed.

“We were in our second year—James, Sirius, Peter and I were walking into the court yard, where a little Y/n stood alone, against—what was it? Three. . . Slytherins?”

You shook your head. “No, it was actually four. Four Slytherins, who were in their third year, and I decided to piss them off by hiding two Dungbombs in one of their book bags. I failed miserably because they caught me in the act” You and Remus laughed. “They chased me down and cornered me in the court yard. I for sure thought that I was dead meat, because they began threatening me by saying that they were going to drag me into the forbidden forest and leave me for the wolves,” You added.

“Little did they know that you’d befriend one,” Remus smiled.

“Yeah, and I’m glad I did,” You smiled warmly at him.

“I bet you are because I’m the one who pointed it out to the rest of the guys. They didn’t even notice until I said something,” He just had to add that.

“Well in that case, I’ll thank you, my good sir. Because if you didn’t say something then the four of you wouldn’t have stopped them, and I would’ve been dead,” You said as you bowed your head.

“Yeah, but it wasn’t my idea to go all ballistic on them. I suggested that we just go over there and talk to them, but no. James and Sirius thought that it’d be a good idea to use their books and fly it at their heads,” Remus explained. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Where has the time gone?” You sighed.

“I don’t know,” Remus said softly. You stepped closer to him and looped your arm around his, as you rested your head against his arm.

“You know? Even though I’m scared, I have a feeling that we’re all gonna be okay. That everything will end up good for all of us. Don’t you think?” You asked as you lifted your head to look at him. A small smile grew on his face as he nodded.

“Yeah, we’ll all grow to be old and gray for sure.”

You snorted “Imagine, Sirius and Marlene with gray hair and wrinkles.”

“Now that’s something I’d like to see.” You both began to laugh as if you two actually tried to picture your friends old with walking canes and gray hair. It’s a wonderful sight to see. You sighed as you rested your head back on his arm. “Yeah, we’ll be alright.”

“Yeah.” You whispered as a cool breeze lightly blew onto your face. The two of you spent the rest of the night reminiscing on your past memories, till the morning sky arrived. You returned to the common room and was happy to see that everyone was awake. You couldn’t help but take a second to cherish this moment. James, Sirius and Peter were over on the couch bickering about whatever, Lily was sitting near by with a book in hand, and Marlene was being the social butterfly that she is. Everyone was happy.

“Lupin, you sly dog you!” You heard Sirius call out. You and Remus looked at each other and shook your heads. “Y/n, I didn’t know you had a thing for men with furry problems.” He did not.

“Oh piss off, Sirius!” Remus said but couldn’t help but laugh along with his friends. “A bunch of idiots, the lot of them.”

“You two do it?” James asked unapologetically.

“No, you tosser.” You laughed.

“Clearly they’re lying, but we’ll just pretend that we believe them.” Sirius said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Did I just hear that miss Y/n and Remus did the deed?” Marlene asked as she plopped down in the stool besides the couch. Remus groaned.

“No way!” Lily chimed in. “Did you really?” She gasped as she sat up in her seat.

“No!” You both said unison, only making your group of friends laugh and snicker.

“I take it back, Y/n. It’ll only be us two who are left alive. The rest of them won’t be alive because I’ll have murdered them by then.” Remus said to you before making his way over to the group. You laughed when you heard Peter ask,

“What’s this about murdering us?”

Yeah, we’ll be alright.

[princeblack]

he looks at her with a smile, thinking about how hard she seemed to be trying not to look between his legs. “mm, yeah, unfortunate. then your eyes would’ve been spared.” he’s just teasing her; he knows he isn’t hard to look at, so even if she isn’t into it, it’s doubtful she hated the sight of him. “the spell only worked because i drank the potion tied to the object. when the object was destroyed, it brought my body back… just not everything else.” she didn’t ask or anything, but he explains it anyway. she probably doesn’t even know what a horcrux is– why would she need to know? at hogwarts you would have to dig for the information in the restricted section, which most students weren’t allowed in long enough to do.

“james’s son, harry?” he asks skeptically, but he appreciates that she’s trying to reassure him. he’s sure that only james would have a son he would give to sirius, because the only other option was remus and he already had bee, apparently. “if you knew james, you would know how crazy that sounds… it seems like i have a lot to catch up on.” why harry, anyway? his chest clenches in fear, wondering if voldemort retaliated on the marauders because of him somehow. would he even do that? did he even care regulus was gone to begin with, or ever retrieve his note?

she tells him she’ll help by contacting harry and his heart sinks from the pain of it all, imagining what sirius’s reaction will be to know he’s miraculously alive again. will he be scared or angry that regulus used dark magic to do it? would he be ashamed to be his family, again? would he even listen to what he has to say and let him explain it all?

at the same time he can’t help but be entranced by the girl in front of him, so earnestly telling him she’ll help. it feels intimate and serious somehow; as if she’s not helping him just because he’s a stranger that needs help, but because she truly wants to and cares about his well being right now. it touches him deeply, making him realize he’s never met someone like this before. most people loved to take from you, or put you in a box, but bee found him here and didn’t have any judgements or plans for him besides helping him when she didn’t even know him yet. he’s startled by her warmth, listening to her intently as she continues speaking, explaining that sirius doesn’t have family besides kreacher. he wonders if that means their parents really are dead, or if it just means sirius never re-connected with them, which doesn’t surprise him. either way, hearing that kreacher is alive makes his heart swell, another tear rolling down his cheek but this time from joy and relief. “y-yes, his name is kreacher. i can’t believe he survived, but you don’t know how glad i am he did…” even his voice sounds a little watery now, but he can’t bring himself to feel bad for showing vulnerability to this girl. she’s beautiful and kind and he would curl up in her arms to surround himself in it if he could. her laugh was beautiful, sticking with him even now. “kreacher and sirius never got along,” he says fondly, even if his brother had pissed him off a few times over it. “kreacher repeated a lot of the things my mother would say… said his mistress was the best there was and the wizarding world should create itself in her image. sirius disagreed.” regulus never really agreed either, but he kept the house elf company anyway, practically being half raised by him. sirius didn’t understand him like regulus did; he was kind, far underneath the grumpy and opinionated bravado he was taught to wear. and he was incredibly nice around regulus.

it makes him happy that she says he has her too– as if she’s planning on sticking around and helping him learn this new world. “how did i get so lucky?” he asks softly, gazing at her.

bee asks if he dated her mom and he laughs, shaking his head. “no… she was far more interested in sirius’s best friend.” he pauses, and then adds (because he remembers), “your father, i mean. we all thought they would stay together…” they seemed so in love, so it surprises him amos could’ve come between that somehow. “sorry if this is weird.” it’s a little odd, telling this girl he finds attractive about the love life of her parents when they were his age.

it makes regulus smile to himself, knowing that sirius loves bee, too. one of his favorite traits about his big brother was how loyal he was to his friends, even if his friends could be awful people sometimes. he knows it’s genuine, what he sees in bee and how much he loves remus. he has no doubt that he would do anything for the two of them. regulus just hopes it can be like that between them; that they can fix everything that went wrong and be brothers for once in their lives, even if it’s late. “you do,” regulus says softly, looking at her with warm green eyes. “remus was my favorite, out of my brother’s friends. and you… you’re perfect. i can see why.” with parents as beautiful and kind as hers, it makes sense. he can’t help but want her, even just after meeting her. he knows it’s probably wrong, because of their situation.

“okay,” he agrees, because he does want to go home with her. she asks him to tell her again later, how beautiful she is. he flushes a little, surprised at the reciprocation in that way. “i’ll tell you whenver you’d like.” he would remind her every day, if that’s what she wanted. he admires her, watching her almost lovingly as she compliments him back. why does he feel so strongly for a girl he just met, and woke up to? he feels his body flush a little, unable to stop the wave of warmth that’s overwhelming him, almost giddy that she complimented him too.

she helps him get up and he feels electricity where she touches him, even just supporting him as they walk towards her home. she tells him about her family and he hums, trying to imagine how shocking this will be for either of them. it feels like just yesterday for him that he and amos were competing for the quidditch cup, both seekers. he laughs at what she says, almost hating that he likes her sense of humor too. what if it’s impossible not to fall for her? which seems especially bad, knowing her parents (his classmates) are taking him into their home so graciously. or at least, he hopes they will. “i’m not sure they’ll have the best opinion of me,” he says, knowing that most of their class heard the ‘rumors’ about him being in with the dark lord. “though you seem like someone who’s difficult to say no to.”

their home is lovely, attached to the giant trunk of a tree, so warm and cozy even as they walk inside. he’s astounded by the number of plants, looking around at all of the photographs of their family, some with a handsome older boy. he frowns, noticing that bee hasn’t mentioned him yet.

before he can bring it up, she lets go of him and he tightens the blanket around his shoulders. “maybe it’s best if i have clothes on when she sees me,” he says a little timidly. he knows this situation is going to be weird for everyone, maybe the least weird for bee.

but when she leaves he turns to the table anyway, unable to resist the pull of food. he feels like he hasn’t eaten in seventeen years, even if that’s not the case because technically his body isn’t that old. he should feel strange about helping himself to food in emma ainsworth’s home (especially when she doesn’t know he’s here, he was just dead, and he’s naked) but it’s difficult to resist the pancakes, so he goes to sit, waiting on bee a little cautiously.

he made them just before she was born and now he's laying here, still the same age as she is today. even for a witch the concept seems strange, it's very rare that people can come back from the dead because if they did...she would've figured out a way to have cedric back a long time ago. "no one ever believed me when I thought those rocks were important...there's no common spell for such a thing." she's even more curious about him smiling softly. "unfortunate it didn't bring your clothes with it huh? ottery is freezing this time of morning." not that she's complaining about seeing him like this even though she shouldn't even look.

he must be scared and in distress, the world was much different from what it used to be. his peers would be the age of her mom and dad's, his family had grown older too... not even the school robes looked the same from pictures she saw of her mother when she was her age. his whole world flipped upside down and she can't help but feel bad, wishing she could hug him tight and tell him everything was okay even if it isn't. "someone is finishing what you started regulus...it's harry and he's a great wizard you don't have to worry about anything other than getting better right now, okay?"

she'll tell him if voldemort and everything soon, but she needs the right words to figure out how to tell him without making him think his death was pointless. he didn't deserve to live with that guilt. how sirius had been accused, how voldemort killed her brother by peter's hand and was responsible for so much bad long after regulus died. she wants him to know the good stuff first, cushion the blow because there was still good in the world and if regulus truly did due to stop voldemort than he was the greatest key of them all in helping harry and his friends. "I'll send an owl to harry as soon as we get home, he'll be happy to help and I'm sure your brother would be so happy to see you." who wouldn't be glad to see such a pretty face? especially after thinking he would never see regulus again. "I'm sure sirius could use the good news, harry told me the only family he has is his family house elf..who seems to have a bit of a temper." she giggles because it's kind of cute thinking of a cranky little house elf driving sirius black mad. "he must've been yours right? I guess you'll be happy to know he's still here too. see? you have family still...and now you also have me."

her mom was very loved in ottery mostly because a lot of her medicines and herbs helped them, even if you had a slight sneeze emma diggory was the door to go to. bee wants to help the way her mom does one day but with the wizards taken care of she will take care of the creatures that are misunderstood and in danger. just like newt himself.

regulus seems surprised when she says her mom's name, proceeding to also point out her maiden name. "oh god you didn't date my mom did you? I forget she was like this beautiful it girl...." that would put a huge damper on the whole crush thing (though maybe the fact he went to school with her parents should've been the nail on the coffin to begin with.) he asks about her dad too which makes her frown a bit. "well...I." she loved her dad regardless of the bullshit, he was far from perfect but he could've easily been lucius malfoy status of horrible but their relationship was probably beyond repair after she found out the truth, her mother's affair with an ex boyfriend who amos was always threatened by...remus was her father and it should surprise her that regulus catches on so quickly but he was around for the teen romance wasn't he?

"yeah...yeah he is....you know your brother gave me that same look when he found out? said I had remus's smile." she laughs a bit because of how silly it is. her life was a bad drama, one she couldn't escape from or take a break. "its weird because you still look my age but you're talking as if you were friends with all of these people, I can't wrap my head around it." the cutest boy in the world and he just had to be complicated didn't he? maybe she's attracted to it cause it doesn't even turn her off that he is supposed to be her parents age now, he speaks and looks like a teenager and if he died at this age it means he froze at this age right?

"you don't have to thank me, let's just get you somewhere warm and figure out what to do next? you're probably hungry took." her mom told her she would have breakfast ready upon bee's return. fresh berry pancakes with home made surp. her own tummy growls just at the thought as she places alfie back into his basket. she makes sure the blanket is snug on regulus as blue eyes flicker up to meet his green ones it's when he calls her beautiful that she ant resist a smile, eyes falling a bit cause it makes her shy as she presses her lips together. "try telling me again when you're less dehydrated.." she says softly because she doesn't know if he even knows what he's saying.

was he really hitting on her? it makes her feel butterflies where they shouldn't be. this has to be a dream because it shouldn't be possible for someone as perfect as he to look at her and actually make her feel like this right? "but thank you....I like your eyes." she says shyly.

he tries to get up and so she helps him, tucking her arm under his and using her shoulder to prop him up. she images it's going to be a bit hard getting around until he's at least properly fed and taken care of, though he already towers over her she tries to guide him towards the home. "my dad is at work so it's just me and my mom..." she trials off because she remembers how empty home is without cedric. "I guess we have to explain to her why I'm bringing a naked guy home who just happened to look exactly like one of her classmates in 1979 but she'll help us." she says gently as she walks with him.

it doesn't take long to reach her home, just as she said it's right outside of the forest, almost part of it as it's grown into a tree. she can already smell emma's pancakes as hey approach the door, pushing it open as they step inside. it wasn't very big but it was homey, lit up by the morning son as the pair walk in. she lets go of regulus, seeing no sign of her mom yet who must be out in the garden but she does spot the pancakes. "here, go sit....i should go grab you some clothes and figure out how we're going to tell this all to my mom." she says gently pointing towards her chair where her mother had left the breakfast before she makes her way to cedric's old room.

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Here’s my chaos, which I’m sure I’ve mentioned but I’ve read more characterization that pisses me off so I’ll do it again: it is not stated that James and Sirius targeted Slytherins specifically. We know from Lily that James used to walk around hexing anyone he wanted to, but if it were Slytherins specifically, I’m inclined to believe Lily would’ve mentioned this, as she had been defending her Slytherin best friend just moments prior, even if Snape had just royally pissed her off. She says nothing about what Sirius was doing, so we have no knowledge about if he went around hexing people he didn’t like. More, way to ignore the fact that all of this is occurring during a war and Hogwarts was essentially another battle ground for the students (see: everything past GOF and the fact that part of why Lily breaks things off with Snape is that she finally has to accept he wants to join Voldemort and his friends all do as well. It’s not just calling her a slur, it’s that she realizes things have reached the point of no return and they will be on opposing sides); James is stated to have hated the Dark Arts, something we know the Death Eaters use frequently, and Sirius was very strongly against Voldemort and everything he stood for. No shit James hexed other students and Sirius probably helped (given the Abott detention slip), they hate everything several students unapologetically were. Plus, we know from SWM that Snape was hated by a decent chunk of students and James and Sirius were evidently fairly well liked, and as we know from Lily that Snape is unpopular in part because of his Death Eater desires, perhaps James and Sirius’s contrasting popularity is also related to their respective stance on Death Eaters. Even when James is bullying Snape, he makes it very clear he’d never call someone a mudblood. I beg some people to stop viewing things through the lens of their life experiences in the modern world and consider how a decade-long war, one which lasted the entire time James and Sirius were at school, would impact everyone’s actions. TL:DR: it makes more sense that James and Sirius would go around hexing students of all houses who were expressing Death Eater admiration and tendencies, which I will grant was likely disproportionately Slytherins given that the house was essentially filled with blood purists in canon, than that they went out of their way to bully Slytherins specifically just for being Slytherins.

Yes, exactly, this chaos is right up my alley!

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Post-Hogwarts Enemies to Lovers with Sirius • Headcanon

(Gif not mine)

Warnings: firewhiskey mention, weed mention?, Death Eaters, curses (both language and magic), near death experiences, blood and injury mentions

Request: Hello! Can I have a Sirius headcanon please, one where it’s post Hogwarts in the time of the first wizarding war, and reader was a quiet, loner ravenclaw when she was in Hogwarts whereas Sirius was obviously very popular and loud, and they didn’t like eachother back then but now they’re in the order and dating and it’s just enemies to lovers angst to fluff 🥺 — @mabelle-cherie

A.N: Headcanons are weird because I have no idea if this is long or short. Anyway. I might’ve strayed a little away from the request? But it’s essentially the same. I think I like this one, actually...Love you all ❤️

Sirius Black was the most obnoxious entity you’ve ever encountered

James Potter was obviously a close second

Remus Lupin was tolerable, but only when his nose was stuffed in a book and when he was alone

Peter Pettigrew? He was more scared of you than you were of him. Completely harmless

They would strut around the castle, smug looks glued on their faces, like they owned the place

And you know what?

They practically did

Ever since they pulled their first prank, they’ve had the entire school wrapped around their fingers

Classmates idolized them

Teachers struggled to hide fond smiles

You despised it

You were here to sit, learn enough to get a good job, and keep your head down

The so called “Marauders” obviously had their own plans

The second Sirius witnessed you scoff and roll your eyes at another one of their stupid disruptive pranks, you were on his radar

The first time Sirius ever directly spoke to you, you were in the farthest corner of the library buried underneath a mountain of books trying to finish your three essays

You didn’t even notice him until—

“(Y/Ln), right?”

You were too busy writing about the Goblin Rebellion of 1612 to even entertain the idea of giving him a proper response

So in your haze, you just gave him your default response

“Piss off, Black.”

If you said that to any other person, it would’ve worked

But Sirius Black is not any other person, unfortunately

“Well that’s not very nice, love, now is it?”

And thus, your enemyship begins

That was in your fifth year, meaning you had about two and a half more years dealing with him and his merry band of pricks

By the next day, you were ready to toss yourself out of the Astronomy Tower

He now spots you in every room you’re in together, which is a huge inconvenience, considering you would rather be left alone and unbothered

But he prances towards you, shit eating grin plastered on his face, ringed fingers raking through his hair

He’s a pest

“Leave me alone, Black.”

“Aw c’mon, (Y/Ln), I’m just saving you from being lonely.”

“I’m not lonely.”

“Well you don’t talk to anyone. That’s lonely.”

“I talk to people, Black. I just don’t talk to you.”

You try to leave with the last laugh

You really do

“Pretty sure you’re talkin’ to me right now, love.”

His stupid infuriating smirk makes you wanna hex him into oblivion

Instead, you walk away fuming

And that’s how the rest of your time at Hogwarts goes

Sirius Black bothers the shit outta you

You tell him to go fuck himself

He doesn’t

Wash, rinse, repeat

There are a few times your patience wears so thin that you throw a couple hexes his way

You’ve reversed his knees, made his head grow four sizes too big (to finally contain that ego of his, you told him), made his toenails grow straight through his shoes, and even managed to shave off some of his precious hair

And yet he still came back

Every single time

Sirius would just brush it off and laugh like it was the funniest thing in the world

At that point, what do you do?

You try to ignore him the best you can

There are times you find him alone, drunk on top of the astronomy tower

Or high behind greenhouse number two

You like him better this way

He seems more real

Not because he’s under the influence

But because he’s not giving you a cocky smirk or a wink and laughing at every little move you make

You almost tolerate him

But then the next morning he’s back to calling you love and shouting at you at the top of his lungs across the Great Hall

And you’re back to hating him again

You’re counting down the days to graduation

And when it finally comes you bid him a firm farewell

Sirius finishes off with a “More like see ya later, (Y/Ln), love”

But you don’t care because the next day you have your bags packed to study in Bulgaria

But with one foot out the door you get an urgent letter

Something called the Order of the Phoenix

And and after carefully scanning through the contents of the letter

You unpack

And go meet up with your old Headmaster

Headquarters is a dilapidated shack on the outside

Chipped paint, broken shutters, water damage, the works

But the inside is elegant

Long purple rugs running throughout the house covering dark wood flooring, glass vases, magical artifacts strewn on top of dark counter tops

Sirius Black sitting, cigarette in one hand, twirling his wand in the other—

Sirius Black?

You almost march straight out the door

But you’ve already been spotted by Dumbledore and Alastor Moody, so you can’t exactly back out now

“Long time, no see, love, eh?”

The smirk, the attitude, the wink

It’s all there

Thankfully, he’s sitting in the middle of his friend group, so when you take a seat at the table, there’s about four people between the two of you

You smile at Alice and Frank, who you only know because they helped you with potions assignments a few years prior

You notice a glimmering ring on her finger

Everyone turns deathly serious when Dumbledore and Moody start explaining the situation with Voldemort and his Death Eaters

And how the Ministry of Magic is practically incompetent, though you knew that already

Even Sirius knew when to keep his mouth shut

He sat there, smoking, taking harsh sips of firewhiskey

Yes,

You noticed

You noticed how his fists would clench in anger

And how he silently swore

When James would put a hand of his shoulder to calm him down

And when Remus would start edging away his tumbler

He would twist the rings of his fingers

And smoke through an entire pack of cigs during the meeting

You’re not going to Bulgaria anymore, you’ve decided

Everyone got assigned stations they would patrol

Just your luck

You got Diagon Alley

With Sirius Black

You want to slam your head on the table

“Did you really bribe Dumbledore and Moody to put us together, Black?”

“It won’t be so bad, (Y/Ln), promise.”

“You’re a prat.”

“Well now that’s just rude.”

So everyday, you and Sirius donned dark cloaks that covered your faces and ambled through Diagon Alley, keeping an eye and an ear out for anything out of place

You would stop into shops, pretend to browse through items, keeping an eye on people

Sirius would convince you to get ice cream or stop in the Leaky Cauldron

You hate to admit it

But these little breaks the two of you took together were...

Nice?

The two of you would just be sat in the farthest corner of the tavern

Cigarette smoke swirling around

Eyes watching through the haze

There’s small talk between the two of you, but mostly silence

“The Potters died a month ago.”

He tells you out of the blue, eyes still trained on the other customers

You might not know Sirius Black well, but everyone knows how he ran away from his abusive home to James Potter in sixth year

“I’m so sorry, what was it, if it’s ok to ask.”

“Dragon pox.” He takes a second to exhale completely. “They were old, they knew it was coming. Just doesn’t feel right.”

So that’s how your partnership works

Sirius would be utterly insufferable during meetings and other get togethers

Silent during patrol

At least one of you would spill some secret or heartbreaking thought while on break

And then it would be back to silent concentration

Maybe you didn’t hate him anymore

But you certainly didn’t like him

About six months into your recruitment into the Order, you get a tip off about a huge Death Eater raid in a nearby Muggle village

Moody leads the rest of the Order to the village, and sure enough, there’s a crowd of Death Eaters dressed in black cloaks and silver masks already starting to make their way down the hill and into the main square

Spells are shot at an alarming rate

You’re forced to run, dodge, hide

You have have to not only fight a whole group of people happy to use Dark magic, but you have to continuously check on the numerous Muggle families asleep in their homes

It’s tiring

There’s bruises and cuts all over you

Lily had to save your arse a few times

You shoved James out of the way from the Cruciatus curse, getting hit with it instead

You were staggering, barely taking in enough air, but still you fired off spell after spell

You lean heavily against a wall, the bricks digging into your skin

The world around you spins and turns blurry

You fight to hang on, but your body is in so much pain it wants to shut down

You get cornered by a tall man in a dark cloak and a skeletal mask

“Well, well, how unfortunate.”

Your ears are ringing but you can hear him loud and clear

A gloved hand slips into his cloak and produces a silver dagger, shining in the pale moonlight

“Maybe I’ll gut you the Muggle way.”

He chuckles darkly, and you shudder in fright

The tip of the blade just touches your abdomen, the cool point sending goosebumps up your skin

You try to muster all the strength you have left in you, but it’s not enough to break free and fight back

You get ready to accept your fate

“Get off of her, you bastard!”

A figure bodyslams the Death Eater away from you

And the two of them roll around on the street, the silver of the blade flashing between the two forms

You have no idea who’s winning

You do hear a guttural cry coming from Sirius, but when you look back down, the Death Eater is apprehended and there’s a fresh and bloody cut across Sirius’ collarbone

Somehow, anger surges up in you

“You could’ve died, Sirius! You shouldn’t have been so stupid and reckless!”

You shout, pushing yourself off the wall and limping towards him

One of the Prewett twins comes to take the Death Eater away

Sirius scoffs

“Since when did you care about me?”

“You’re my partner, Sirius! Of course I care about you!”

At this point, the two of you are face to face, close enough to smell stale cigarettes and cinnamon on his breath. Copper mingles with the scent

“That’s the first time you’ve called me Sirius, (Y/n).”

He points out softly

You two are so close, eyes gazing into eyes

No, you don’t kiss

You got hit by the torture curse like fifteen minutes ago and then almost got impaled

You faint directly into his arms

How romantic

You wake up on the black velvet couch in headquarters

However, when you turn your head to the side, eyes open, you notice the head of a shaggy black dog resting near your face

Their ears are back, sad and glistening eyes staring at you, nose wet and cold.

The dog perks up when he spots that you’re awake

You hear their tail thunk against the base of the couch

You move your hand to scratch behind those soft ears

The dog whines and sighs in happiness

And then suddenly the dog in gone

And Sirius Black is kneeling at your side instead

“Always knew you were a dog.” You mumble out

“I saved you, and you call me a dog? How kind.” Sirius smiles, relieved

You soften. “Thank you, Sirius. Thought I was a goner.”

He brings a hand up to your face, his thumb rubbing your cheekbone gently “Just glad you’re safe and awake.”

You lean into his warm touch

“Can I kiss you, (Y/n)?” He asks softly, stormy eyes flicking between your eyes and your lips

You notice that he calls you by your first name

“You save me once and now you think you can kiss me, Black?”

You raise an eyebrow, but you aren’t serious.

His face falls and he opens his mouth the apologize, the thumb in your cheek stuttering

“Oh, alright, Sirius...I don’t mind.”

His face lifts back up at your smile

And he kisses you lightly on the lips

“Been waiting to do that for years.” He tells you when you finally separate for air

“Don’t be a prat, Sirius.”

And you know what?

You never hated Sirius Black

You especially didn’t hate Sirius Black now, that’s for sure

You would even say that you love him

Even when he is a prick

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