#Arthur x Lucius

[gawayne]

i was very sad that arthur/lucius got eliminated so here's very brief old man yaoi

[arthurianashipbracket]

alliterative and stanzaic morte book cover, gawain and kay both by howard pyle

[ID 1: A book cover reading King Arthur's Death, the middle english stanzaic morte and alliterative morte, edited by larry d. benson, revised by edward e. foster, with a dark green border. /end ID 1 ID 2: A black and white picture of Gawain from the waist up, holding a helmet. Next to it is a black and white full body picture of Kay, facing right. /end ID 2]

[weasleyfest]

Late Night Office Breeding Session

We're really turning up the heat this week! Dive into the Ministry as Lucius pushes Arthur one step too far, delivered to us by the lovely Imera! Read the tags and enjoy!

Summary: Arthur is tired after the new baby is born, Lucius is as snarky as ever, when he seeks out Arthur things take a turn in a new direction. Neither one would have guessed at the end of the night a confession by Lucius would leave them wanting more. Rating: E Relationships: Arthur/Lucius Characters: Arthur Weasley, Lucius Malfoy AO3 link

[mx-pastelwriting]

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Hello! I am doing Kinktober this year; here is the month's menu. For every year I will make my own and it will be open for anyone to use for a list promps.

Minors do not interact!

1 ☆ 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠: 𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙨 𝙎𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙚

2 ☆ 𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙡𝙚 𝘾𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣

3 ☆ 𝙐𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧: 𝙂𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙊𝙧𝙘𝙖/𝙆𝙪𝙜𝙤 𝙎𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙖

4 ☆ 𝙊𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙨𝙢 𝘿𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙡: 𝙉𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙎𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙝

5 ☆ 𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙀𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙠 & 𝙑𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙢

6 ☆ 𝙒𝙚𝙩 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢: 𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚

7 ☆ 𝙋𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙭: 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙗𝙖𝙡 𝙇𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧

8 ☆ 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙘𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙨: 𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙞

9 ☆ 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙩: 𝙍𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙨 𝙇𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙣

10 ☆ 𝘿𝙧𝙮 𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙖

11 ☆ 𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙟𝙤𝙗: 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙪𝙨 𝙑𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞

12 ☆ 𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙧/𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙝: 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙪𝙨 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙛𝙤𝙮

13 ☆ 𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡: 𝙅𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙑𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙨

14 ☆ 𝙑𝙞𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧: (𝙋𝙧𝙚-𝙒𝙖𝙧 & 𝙋𝙤𝙨𝙩-𝙒𝙖𝙧) 𝘾𝙤𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 (𝙎𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚)

15 ☆ 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙚: 𝘾𝙖𝙞𝙪𝙨 𝙑𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞

16 ☆ 𝙋𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤: 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙋𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙚𝙧

17 ☆ 𝙉𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨: 𝙇𝙚𝙚 𝙍𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙡

18 ☆ 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙠: 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙙 & 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙮 (𝙎𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚)

19 ☆ 𝘾𝙪𝙢 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮: 𝙏𝙤𝙣𝙮 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠

20 ☆ 𝙂𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙚: 𝘼𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙧 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙣

21 ☆ 𝙋𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚: 𝙃𝙚𝙞𝙢𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙡

22 ☆ 𝘽𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙮: 𝙆𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙨 𝙈𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙤𝙣

23 ☆ 𝘿𝙧𝙮 𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘼𝙡𝙛𝙞𝙚 𝙎𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨

24 ☆ 𝙇𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧/𝙀𝙣𝙟𝙞 𝙏𝙤𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙞

25 ☆ 𝙍𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙊𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙨𝙢: 𝙑𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙍𝙚𝙣𝙯𝙞

26 ☆ 𝘽𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙂𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩/𝙎𝙞𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙍𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙮

27 ☆ 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩: 𝙅𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖

28 ☆ 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢: 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙮𝙡 𝘿𝙞𝙭𝙤𝙣

29 ☆ 𝙇𝙖𝙥 𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚: 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝘼𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣

30 ☆ 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙧 𝙃𝙪𝙡𝙠

31 ☆ 𝙐𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢: 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙋𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙀𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙨 (𝙎𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚)

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[thedynamicworm]

God what is with the fruity hostility between blondes and redheads

[darklinaforever]

Why ship Dramione ? Because it has just enormous potential in term of story for me. And then, even if I like Romione, I don't find this relationship very well written. Drastoria has a huge potential for me too, but we know so little about her as a character that I can't really get invested in her character and therefore imagine her in couple. Generally speaking, I find that JK Rowling doesn't really know how to write romances. I hear Harry Potter doesn't focus on romance, but still ? Ironically, my favorite canon couples in the Harry Potter universe are the parents ; Lucius & Narcissa (Lucissa) Malfoy, and Arthur & Molly Weasley.

[fanfic-lover-girl]

Best Harry Potter Hubby

I am curious as to who people think the best husband is. Please try to be as objective as possible. It doesn't matter if the man is a villain or antagonist. It's not even about the ship. Like you can prefer Hinny over Romione but think Ron makes a better husband than Harry for eg.

It's a bit hard for some of these guys since their marriage may not have a lot of screentime or no screentime at all. Use how they acted as boyfriends as a rough estimate??

Propaganda from moi:

I personally think Vernon is the best husband in HP. The dude is an abusive jerk to Harry but the man is always ready to throw hands to protect his family. Plus, the dude treats Petunia like a queen and respects and loves her. I just think the Dursleys have the best marriage on paper. Unlike other HP couples, I can't find any fault with Vernon as a husband.

[squadxx4392]

New marauders fic dropped on ao3

Enjoy yall!

There will be 5 total chapters, they’re all mapped out, I’ve just gotta write them

[pascaloverx]

To Begin Again

FOUR

Summary: You're a new teacher at a large and influential school. It's a risky step for you, as you've been running from your ex for almost two years. But when Dumbledore asks you to take on a class at the renowned Hogwarts, you can't refuse. However, your life as a newly arrived teacher won't be easy. Especially when the other teachers don't seem eager to make friends. Or rather, two teachers in particular: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.

Author's Note: Welcome, dear readers. Please leave your comments if you enjoy fanfiction. This fanfic takes place almost in the real world (with the addition of werewolves) and is not a wizarding fanfic. There will be some differences and changes in things from the Harry Potter story or other fanfics in the HP universe, but I promise to do my best writing this fanfic. There will be a love triangle coming in this fanfic.

THREE FIVE

You had a date with two men, two men who stood you up, didn't even bother to send a smoke signal to cancel everything. The worst part is that you got all dressed up, put on a nice dress and everything. How infuriating. And just as you're about to lie down on the bed and turn on the TV to try to forget the pathetic situation you find yourself in, someone knocks on your door.

"So, the idiot here and I are going to the bar on the other side of the forest to have some beers. As uninteresting as you may seem, it's worth giving you a chance to at least do something fun. What do you think?" Bellatrix asks as she leans abruptly against the corridor wall. Peter is standing beside her, looking uncomfortable at being called an idiot but much more focused on looking at you as if he wants to uncover your secrets.

"I think that's a rather rude way to ask someone if they want to go have a beer with you, but at the moment, my options are either to go with you or put on my pajamas, and I think it's worth giving you guys a chance." You say, grabbing your bag and then locking the door to your room. When you turn around, Peter looks at you as if you were some kind of different creature. A look that seems to mix curiosity with a sort of dread.

"Deep down, I know you want to go out with us because you don't want to be in the middle of what's going on between Remus and Sirius. Believe me, I know how you feel. Hogwarts doesn't offer many options for relationships, so sometimes I tried to have something casual with Remus or even with my boring cousin, but Sirius is simply… nothing is more important to those two than their relationship. So my advice is to stay away from them. Or at least don't have feelings for them. But if you do, be prepared." Bellatrix speaks as if she just wants to gossip about something or influence you even a little bit. You, who are walking beside her while Peter walks ahead of the two, don't know what to think. After all, you're a stranger. You can't demand anything from anyone.

"Danger, danger is all you'll get with Lupin. If you survive, you'll come out marked forever." Peter turns to you and says this. His body language seems to indicate that he's nervous, as if he's warning you of an impending attack. Bellatrix looks at him with a disapproving and almost furious look. You don't understand anything, but something inside you tells you to be more cautious.

"What Peter means is that getting involved with Remus can be dangerous, but not in a real sense. More like a romantic danger. You know how love triangles are, and if you manage to win one of them over, you'll have to deal with the other. But our friend Peter here is a bit too dramatic. He's a literature professor and has lost track of what's fiction and what's reality. Stay at Hogwarts for longer, and maybe you'll end up like that too." Bellatrix speaks as if she's trying to convince you of something, and you admit that she could easily persuade you to believe her, but something in you said that Peter wasn't exaggerating.

"My intention is not to meddle in the relationship between Black and Lupin. In fact, I don't even know how that relationship works. I just happened to meet them by chance and get closer." You speak as you walk through the forest. You look up, unable to see the moon and wondering if tonight you would see the hairy creature again. For a moment, you even think it could be a plan of Bellatrix and Peter to bring you into the middle of the forest and get rid of you, but then you start to think that you're being a bit paranoid. After all, why would they want to get rid of you?

"And finally, we've arrived at the quaintest local bar you'll find around here. I'll warn you upfront that not all patrons are good folks, but the beer is good and it's our only option." Bellatrix informs you as the three of you enter the establishment. The design of the place is cozy and simple, like Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother's house. There's a fireplace right at the entrance, near an old and somewhat tattered-looking sofa. Some people are sitting on the sofa, drinking, while others are standing. Most are just having drinks and chatting. Others are smoking while playing pool in a part of the bar that seems to have a door. You imagine it must be the exit.

"I'll have a beer. Actually, make that two beers." You tell the bartender. He's an incredibly tall man with a long beard and hair. Despite not being sure if he heard your order, he nods. Bellatrix is placing her order while Peter seems to have gone to the restroom. He's so quiet, he could be mistaken for a mouse sneaking around.

"Would you like to dance?" Bellatrix asks as she grabs her drink. The bartender apparently didn't hear you, as he passed you a glass of whiskey and then went to serve another customer. You wonder how she plans to dance without music until you see a jukebox near where the smokers are. Bellatrix promptly goes over there and selects a song. "Kill of the Night" is the song she chooses, and she starts dancing with a certain rhythm towards you. You take your whiskey shot and then take Bellatrix's hand as you try to keep up with her pace. It's a dance that mainly involves the feet and hips. You're not the most coordinated person in the world, but you manage to keep up with her, even though she's holding a bottle of beer while dancing.

"Thank you for inviting me to come here. It was kind of you." You say as you're close to her. Then she pulls you closer and gives you a small kiss on the corner of your mouth, catching you by surprise. You quickly push her away, not quite understanding. Not that she isn't attractive, but you just met her. Well, not that you're a prude.

"If you're interested in spending more time with more fun people, now you know where to find me." Bellatrix winks in your direction and heads towards where Peter went. You're not quite sure what to do, but suddenly you feel short of breath. You then head towards the exit of the bar. Bad idea. The more you walk in the same direction you came from, the more you feel lost. Going back would be an option, but you're a bit embarrassed. So you walk even further until you see someone approaching you at some speed. You clench your fists in a defensive position, preparing yourself. When you feel the person's body collide with yours, and you both roll into the forest. You get lost in the moment, feeling some rocks and branches touching your skin as you and the person roll on the ground.

"What the hell are you doing? Trying to kill us both?" You say as soon as you stop rolling after hitting a tree. Your body already shows signs of feeling the impact, but your anger speaks louder. Especially when you realize who it is. Sirius, who is currently positioned right on top of you, says nothing. He just lightly presses his fingers over your mouth and shushes you. His hand smells nice, like vanilla. But you're itching to kick him where it would hurt most and get him off of you. Then you hear a loud, pained howl, as if from a wounded animal. You also notice that Sirius's arm is injured. And it's like a puzzle assembling itself right in front of you.

"Where's Lupin?" You ask, concerned. Sirius looks at you with a serious expression as if he's annoyed that you didn't shut up.

"I'd like to explain, but it'll be better if we stay quiet." Sirius says, almost against your mouth due to how close he is. You stare at him, feeling his blood touch your skin. He's losing a lot of blood. You need to help him.

"I'll distract whatever's coming. You try to find someone to help you. Don't try to be a hero. You'll die if you keep bleeding like this. Just run in a different direction from mine and try to stay alive." You say, gently pushing Sirius's body off of you and then figuring out how to get the creature's attention. Your only option was to do what the creature does best. So you let out a loud howl, trying to mimic the creature's noise. Soon, the sounds of the creature approaching can be heard. Sirius must have noticed that you were truly determined to attract the creature's attention, because he disappeared once you howled. You then started running as if your life depended on it. But before you left, you grabbed a branch. Your feet pound the ground at an unprecedented speed as you flee from the creature. But it's not enough, as somehow the shaggy creature appears in front of you. You have no doubt it's a werewolf. And the creature looks at you as if it knows who you are. It moves as if it's about to come towards you, and you grip the branch as if to attack the creature. And then it occurs to you that perhaps you can speak to the werewolf, especially if it's who you suspect it is.

"Remus, don't make me attack you. I… don't know you as well as I'd like, but I don't want to hurt you. I know. Deep down, you know it too. You don't want to hurt me, just like you didn't want to hurt Sirius. Just try to stay calm. I know it might seem silly, but focus on what's around you. Your home is nearby. Where your students study. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Draco, Luna, and many others. They need you." You speak, trying to appeal to the human inside the creature. And for a few seconds, you think you succeeded, until you hear footsteps that distract both you and the creature. And just when it seems like the werewolf is going to attack you, you see four small bodies throwing stones at it. You can bet that Potter, Granger, Weasley, and Malfoy are the students daring enough to venture out of Hogwarts at this hour. Even though Draco might have only come with them because Harry did. You don't have time to think. When you realize that your students might be in danger, you throw your entire body against the werewolf's. You close your eyes tightly to avoid seeing the damage, but you manage to bring the creature down, causing both of you to fall near a stream. Or something like it; you can only hear the sound of water as you begin to lose consciousness.

When dawn breaks, you're unsure if you're alive or how you survived. All you know is that your body is racked with pain. Looking around, you realize that yesterday's events weren't just a dream. Your eyes settle on another person nearby. Despite feeling a bit dizzy, you muster the determination to get up and confirm what you already suspected. The naked man lying unconscious by the stream is Lupin. He's covered in bruises and has a cut near his mouth. So, Remus Lupin is a werewolf, and last night he nearly caused quite a problem. And to top it all off, you'll need to figure out how to carry him somewhere.

To be continued...

[lady-dulcinea]

Lucy and Arthur in Dracula, Das Musical

from the Austrian production of Dracula, The Musical Caroline Vasicek as Lucy Westenra Lucius Wolter as Arthur Holmwood

[hallowedbethyhufflepuff]

You know the difference is that The Weasleys could have been direct descendants of Godric Gryffindor and never have batted an eye. They would have still been good. Never using that tidbit of information to get them ahead. Poor or rich, pureblood or not. They are good people

The Malfoys on the other hand...have always used blood to get ahead. And it's corrupted their entire bloodline. If they are/were descendants of Salazar Slytherin, it's been used as a power play for ages. They are more bad than good

And as Arthur Weasleys said...

This is random ramble I needed to get out so sorry for that 😬

[swiftieblyth]

The Nightshade Sisters: Professor Snape

Warnings- dead mom, abusive dad, raised by aunt uncles and godparents, death eaters, Voldemort, violence and murder, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, all other Harry Potter stuff

Let me know if there’s anything else!

ROSIE’S POV:

The next morning Draco and Rosie walked down to the great hall to get some breakfast. Draco sat next to Rosie, across from Crabb and Goyle. Draco was talking to them as Rosie was writing a letter.

Dear Moony, I miss you so, so, so much! I didn't get put in Hufflepuff with Ceddie or Lacy, nor did I get put in Gryffindor like you. However I did get put into Slytherin like Aunt Joyce and Uncle Tim. I already made a friend! His name is Draco Malfoy, he’s in my house as well. I don’t like that I won’t get to be with you on full moons now. Harry Potter was put in Gryffindor just like you said he would be. I had a panic attack as the train stopped in front of Hogwarts yesterday, but Lace and Ceddie helped me through it.  Today’s the first day of classes, I’ll write to you tomorrow to let you know how it goes. I’m really nervous, but I don’t think much attention will be on me if Harry Potter is in my class. I miss and love you, Uncle Moony. Love, Cub

“What are you doing?” Draco asked, looking at Rosie. 

“I’m writing to my uncle. I miss him, so I decided to write to him. Do you want to go with me to ask my siblings if I could borrow one of their owls?”

“Sure.” Draco replied, he got up and grabbed Rosie’s hand, to help her up.

“This way.” Rosie stated, taking the lead and dragging him behind her. “Lace, Ceddie!” 

“Rosie!” Lacy replied, wrapping her arms around Rosie in a big hug. 

“Lace… I… Can’t… Breathe.” 

“Sorry.” Lacy let out, letting go of her, as she saw Draco. “Hi. Who are you?”

“I’m Draco, Rosie’s best friend.” Draco explained, sticking out his hand to Lacy. Rosie smiled and a small blush came to her cheeks. Cedric saw and smirked.

“I’m Lacy,” Lacy replied, shaking Draco’s hand. “I’m Rosie’s older sister, and this is our brother, Cedric.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Draco,” Cedric smiled, shaking Draco’s hand.

“Could I borrow one of your owls to send a letter to Uncle Remus?”

“Yeah, of course, Little Rose. Sugar’s in the owlery. Just call her and she’ll come to you.”

“Thanks, Ceddie.” Rosie replied, hugging him. “I love you guys.”

“We love you too, Little Rose.”

“So much.” Lacy added.  

Later that morning Rosie and Draco went off to Potions class. Rosie sat next to Draco in between the big boys, as if they were their bodyguards.

“Professor Snape is the head of Slytherin so he should like us.” Draco explained to Rosie. “Actually I know he likes me, I’ve known him since I was a baby. He’s my godfather, so just stay with me, and stay on his good side, and you’ll be set for all seven years.”

“Thanks, Draco.” 

All of a sudden the doors opened and Professor Snape came storming in. He stopped in front of his desk and looked at the class. Draco sat up straighter with a small smile on his face, his eyes filled with admiration.

“There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class.” Snape explained. “As such, I don’t expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However for the select few,” Snape glanced over at Draco and Rosie. “Who possesses the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensure the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death. Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to…not pay attention.”

Everyone glanced over to where Snape was looking, Hermione nudged Harry, and he looked up to see Snape glaring down at him. Draco and the big boys snickered, but Draco stopped when Rosie nudged him and gave him a look. 

“Potter!” Snape called. “What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" 

"I don't know, sir," Harry said. 

Snape's lips curled into a sneer. "Tut, tut -- fame clearly isn't everything." He ignored Hermione's hand. "Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" 

“I don’t know, sir.” Harry said again, as Hermione’s hand stayed in the air.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were shaking with laughter as Rosie tried to shut them up, feeling sorry for Harry.

“What’s the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?”

“I don’t know. I think Hermione does, though, why don’t you ask her?”

“Miss. Nightshade,” Snape called, turning around to look at her. “Perhaps you would like to explain the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane? I do believe this is something you would know.”

Rosie stared at him a little wondering how he knew. “There’s no difference Professor. They are the same plant known as aconite.”

“Yes. I thought you would know that. Very nice, Miss. Nightshade, ten points to Slytherin.” The Slytherins started cheering and Draco smiled at Rosie. “And I’d like to see you after class, Miss. Nightshade.”

After class finished Draco got up and looked at her. “Are you going to be okay? Do you want me to stay with you?”

“No, I’ll be okay, Draco. But I wouldn’t mind if you waited outside.”

“Okay,” Draco sighed and walked out of the class behind everyone else. 

“You wanted to see me, Professor,” Rosie let out.

“I think you should know that I went to school with your aunt, uncles, and parents before they got expelled and banned from the wizarding world.”

“What does this have to do with anything?”

“I was in Slytherin with your aunt and uncle. I was on good terms with them. However your uncle, Remus, was someone I despised.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, sir.”

“I do hope you aren't like him.”

“I’m not a werewolf if that’s what you’re implying.”

“Good to know. Judging by the fact that you are in my house, I do hope that you behave more like your aunt and uncle, rather than your uncle and sister.”

“I’ll do my best, sir. May I go now.”

“Yes.” 

“Hey, everything okay?” Draco asked, when Rosie walked out of the room. 

“Yeah, Snape just wanted to talk to me about my family. Apparently my sister’s not the best student, and he wanted to make sure I’ll be better than her.”

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August 14- Arthur & Lucius

Summary: Arthur is asked to escort Lucius and the other Death Eaters to Azkaban. He chooses not to disclose his conflict of interest. Prompts: Azkaban, Wingardium Leviosa Rating: T CW: Infidelity-adjacent, Angst, Canon compliant (OOTP) WC: 922

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Chapter 19

Warnings: Mentions alluding to non-con sexual content/rape (no rape happens however)

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕴 𝖜𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖚𝖕 sometime to a nearly empty house. I yawned as I walked down the stairs. Kreacher was reproachfully cleaning them- or pretending to- and nearly tripped me. I caught the banister and hurried down the rest of the stairs before he could attempt to kill me again.

"Where is everyone?" I asked Sirius, yawning again when I came into the kitchen. I noticed he'd shaved, bathed, and changed. The dirty dishes were all gone and the kitchen was lit with real light now. It was quite a dramatic difference.

"They went with Tonks and Mad-Eye to St. Mungo's" Sirius said, sliding toast onto a plate and giving it to me. "How are you feeling?"

"Better." I said, sitting down at the kitchen table, gazing thoughtfully at the toast as though it could explain to me what emotion I was feeling. "You didn't look like you'd been doing well when we came over. I thought Dad was staying with you."

"I haven't seen anyone from the Order in weeks besides Dung." Sirius said. "And of course Phineas will come over with messages from Dumbledore."

"But then," I said, looking up in alarm, "Where's dad?"

"Still in the underground." Sirius said, passing me grape jam, prompting me to eat. "I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't see him all break. Convincing werewolves has been harder than he thought it was going to be. Most of them are too bitter with the magical world and of course, some of them are Muggles and it doesn't matter which side wins- nothing can be done for them. They can't take potions because their muggles and of course, there's nothing on the muggle side of the world for them either."

"That sucks." I muttered, finally eating my toast.

"How's your hand?" Sirius asked quickly, looking at the bandage. I looked down too. The bandages were that yucky brown, purple, red colour of dried blood for a long time.

I sighed, unwrapping the bandage and throwing it away. I washed it again and then bandaged it again. "Worse." I muttered. "I had a whole months worth of detentions that I just skipped out on by coming here. She'll be pissed when I get back."

"Umbridge?" Sirius asked.

I nodded. "Course, I don't really care about my hand. It only hurts when I start writing those stupid lines. But she keeps threatening to take away my Quidditch Captain badge- she already nearly has because she doesn't believe Half-breeds or their brats should be in positions of power." I smiled bitterly. "course, both Sprout and McGonagall fought for me so now I have to worry about whether or not their going to get put on probation. She already put Trelawney on probation and it looks like Hagrid might be next."

"Bitch." Sirius muttered. "Can't believe Dumbledore hasn't gotten rid of her yet."

"I don't know..." I said softly. "I don't think he can. You wouldn't happen to have any murtlap essence in the house would you?"

"No." Sirius said with a shake of his head.

I got up and went to the cupboards and grabbed a healing salve, slathering it on the cuts and bandaging my hand again. Then I sat back down, slathered my toast with grape jelly, and ate.

We sat in silence for a bit longer. I could hear Kreacher muttering in the front hallway. ". . .other masters wouldn't be talking about poor-half breeds. . . stupid half-breeds. . . Malfoy's would be hating on them just the same. . . oh if only he'd order me to leave the house. . ."

"I told you." I whispered softly.

"I'll be careful." He promised, a cold look on his face.

"You haven't told dad about me being an. . . Animagus." I whispered even quieter so that Kreacher couldn't repeat the information back to anyone.

Sirius shook his head. "I haven't seen anyone, remember?"

"Oh." I said guiltily, "right."

More silence and then I said, "Can I just stay with you instead of going back to Hogwarts?"

Sirius looked at me in surprise and asked, "Why would you want that?"

I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. "I have this feeling. . . like if I go back to Hogwarts, it'll be the last time I see you. . . I can't stand the feeling. . . I think. . . I think you're going to die Sirius. . . and I can't see it right now. . . I'm so afraid for you and if you do die. . . well. . . I hope you don't. . . but still. . . I want to spend as much time with you as possible."

Sirius put both of his hands on mine. "I'm not going to die, Eilís . We've discussed this before."

"My parents didn't think they were going to die either." I whispered. "Please Sirius! You have got to promise me that no matter what, no matter what people say, you have to stay here, you have you stay safe, please?"

"Eilís, I already promised that I would." Sirius said, squeezing my hands. "I'm not going anywhere. . . unless you want to walk me."

I brief smile flitted across my face. "I wouldn't mind that, no. Do you want to go right now?"

Sirius shook his head. "I don't want to leave this place unsupervised right now. I'm trying to er- keep tabs on Kreacher." he said, lowering his voice.

I nodded, but the bad feeling didn't go away. My trunk had come while I had been sleeping and it was full of my Muggle clothes. I brought it up to my bedroom and unpacked, getting dressed in a sweater and jeans.

Then, I went down to where dad's room was and opened it. There was a layer of dust covering everything- proof he hadn't been here in weeks. I closed the door gently behind me. It smelled like dad in here, a warm, comforting smell. Like musty books, vanilla beans, a faint touch of cologne, and something else I couldn't name. Just that smell that made you recognize your dad from everyone else. That smell that couldn't be put into words. Safety. Love. Protection. Dad.

I looked around. I hadn't been in here even over the summer- or ever before for that matter. His bed was made neatly- everything was always clean and neat with him. The covers were a faded blue. There was a suitcase in the corner that was zipped up and a shabby, old broomstick behind that. There was only one set of robes hanging in the wardrobe- his best pair. The window was covered with black drapes. There were small stacks of books on the dressers, the windowsill, the chair. Most of them were about defensive arts. One, however, caught my eye and I picked it up.

It was a guide to parenting daughters. There were many dog-eared pages and it looked like it had been read through a lot. I grinned. I wondered how long he'd had the book and how many tips he'd used out of the book.

I flipped open to a random page called 'fits of moodiness'. I grinned even wider.

When single fathers try and raise daughters, they notice that they come to a period of time between the age of 13-15 where they become extremely moody, rebellious, and otherwise, out of character from the daughter they'd raised since birth. This is because girls- and the female sex in general- go through a phase of puberty called 'periods'. While we will get more in depth on this particular topic later in the book (page 90) these periods cause girls to become extremely moody and sensitive. They may cry for no reason at all or become angry for no reason at all. It is usually best to let them be during these time periods.

I closed the book, placing it back on top of the stack. Poor dad, resorting to books to make sure he was parenting me properly. I felt horrible for a second and then moved on to the desk in the corner.

There were many pictures on the desk, all of them in small frames. There was a picture of me at the zoo, a picture of me and him for a father-daughter dance at my Muggle school when I was 8, him, James, and Sirius somewhere, a picture of me and Trang at the amusement park, a picture of me as a two year old baby, a picture of me at an award ceremony for fifth grade, smiling with a gap between my two front teeth, holding a paper award. All of them were moving, smiling, waving.

My heart ached-looking at them and I tried to imagine what it would be like, coming across these photos if he was dead.

I fell to my knees, covering my face with my hands, and burst into tears. Oh God, why was I thinking like that? He wasn't dead, I would know if he was dead. . . wouldn't I? Surely I would see it! It just felt like he was dead. . . that was all. It just felt like it because his room was empty and covered in dust and dark and he had pictures of mostly me on his desk and I missed him. But he wasn't dead- just gone. . . just not here right now. . .

I sobbed again, covering my face with my hands. Usually, when I cried, I used to think there was something wrong with me. Now, I knew that I was just crying because I felt that dad was going to die. The same way that I felt Sirius was going to die, and Uncle Moody, and Tonks, and Fred, and Dumbledore, and Severus. They were all going to die, I could feel it. I just didn't know when. I didn't see when. I didn't know how to prevent it.

Or maybe, just maybe, my imagination was running wild. Maybe just the fact that Voldemort was back made me think that they were all going to die, leaving me here alone on this Earth. That must be what it was. It was knowing that a dangerous bad guy was out there and my family could possibly die. But they weren't actually going to.

I wiped away my tears with the sleeve of my sweater and got up from where I was kneeling. "Miss you dad." I whispered to the room and then I left, shutting the door behind me.

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𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖞𝖘 and Harry got home from the hospital, I greeted them normally. Harry didn't say anything, he just went up the stairs, and I looked at Ginny and the others curiously. Ron looked apprehensive, but Ginny pulled me into another room, and the others followed her.

"What's wrong with Harry?" I asked automatically.

"You mean, you didn't see it?" Fred asked, trying to make a joke, but he sounded a bit stressed.

"Ha Ha. If you keep asking me that question," I said cheerfully, "I'm going to break your nose for you. "

"We overheard Tonks, mum, dad, and Mad-Eye talking in the hospital wing." Ginny said.

"You mean Extendable Ears?" I asked, amused.

"Yeah." Ginny said. "Anyways, We heard Tonks say that they searched the area for the snake, but couldn't find it. And then mum said that You-Know-Who couldn't have expected to the snake to get in. Mad-Eye reckons the snake was sent as a lookout and that dad was just in the way. Then mum mentioned that Harry had seen it and that she thought it seemed like Dumbledore had almost predicted Harry would foresee something like it and then Mad-Eye said that You-Know-Who must be possessing Harry and that's when he pulled his Extendable Ear out."

I had dropped my smile and joking manner now and looked serious.

"Is You-Know-Who possessing Harry?" George asked in concern.

I hesitated, wanting to say that I didn't think so but didn't say that. After all, hadn't I felt that it wouldn't be okay to tell Harry that I was an Animagus? That I had thought- or had a feeling- that Harry and Voldemort were somehow connected?

"Of course not." Ginny said first. "At least, I'm pretty sure he's not. I would know."

"I don't about possession" I said slowly. "I think it's more like reading his mind. . . in a way. . . but to be completely honest. . . I don't know."

"Do you think he's going to avoid us?" Ginny asked, looking up the stairs.

I nodded, "Yes, I see that much. At least until Hermione comes and drags him out. I'll go up and talk to him, alright? Maybe he'll listen to me. Or maybe I'll let the visions play out and let you berate him."

I headed up the stairs and knocked softly on the room Harry was supposed to be in. "Can I come in?" I asked. There was no answer. I sighed, going up the stairs to the piano room.

I started playing Christmas tunes on the piano again. It was a bit choppy with my bandaged hand but I kept practicing over and over so that I was able to play even with the limited movement with my bandaged hand.

Sirius entered the room at that moment and said, "I should move the piano downstairs so that you can play during Christmas."

I grinned at him. "No one knows I play, you know? Not even dad."

"Actually, he, Kingsley, and I watched you play the piano the day that you got your Hogwarts letter and found out about becoming Quidditch Captain. Harry was sitting next to you that day." Sirius said, leaning against the door. Unlike Severus, his black hair was curly and didn't hang in his face.

My mouth went dry, "Dad was watching?"

"He said he had no idea you were that good. He was thinking about getting you a piano for Christmas but I told him not to, you can have this one." Sirius said.

"Thanks!" I said, excited. "But I'll keep it here so I have an excuse to visit."

Sirius grinned. "Have you seen Harry?"

"He's sleeping." I said.

"He looked upset when he came in." Sirius said, frowning.

I didn't want to throw Fred and George's Extendable Ears under the bus so I said, "I think he feels guilty. . . I mean he thinks he was the snake. . . so he must think he was the one who attacked Mr. Weasley even though he wasn't. . . but he'll come around. I'm going to talk to him soon."

Later that night, I waited by the front door and predictably, Harry came down to the front door, dragging his trunk behind him. But before he even reached me, Phineas spoke from his portrait, "Running away, are we?"

Harry looked around and then looked at him and said shortly, "Not running away, no."

"I thought, that to belong in Gryffindor House you were supposed to be brave. It looks to me as though you would have been better off in my own house. We Slytherins are brave, yes, but not stupid. For instance, given the choice, we will always choose to save our own necks." Phineas said.

"It's not my own neck I'm saving." Harry said, turning back around and coming face to face with me. I had my arms crossed and I raised and eyebrow as he jumped back. "Elizabeth!"

"Oh, I see. This is no cowardly flight- you are being noble." Phineas said, mockingly. Harry didn't answer, staring at me, blocking the door.

"Move Elizabeth." Harry said.

I have a message for you from Albus Dumbledore." Phineas said, ignoring both Harry talking to me and- me.

Harry spun around. "What is it?"

"Stay where you are."

"I haven't moved! So what's the message?" Harry asked.

"I have just given it to you, dolt. Dumbledore says, 'Stay where you are'".

"Why? Why does he want me to stay? What else did he say?" Harry asked eagerly, dropping his trunk end.

"Nothing whatsoever."

"So that's it, is it?" Harry asked loudly- angrily. "Stay there? That's all anyone could tell me after I got attacked by those dementors too! Just say put while the grown-ups sort it out, Harry! We won't bother telling you anything, though, because your tiny little brain might not be able to cope with it!"

I privately agreed with him but I put a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Harry. . ."

"You know." Phineas said, even louder than Harry. "this is precisely why I loathed being a teacher! Young people are so infernally convinced that they are absolutely right about everything. Has it not occurred to you, my poor puff-up popinjay, that there might be an excellent reason why the headmaster of Hogwarts is not confiding every tiny detail of his plans to you? Have you never paused, while feeling hard-done by, to note that following Dumbledore's orders has never yet led you into harm? No. No, like all young people, you are quite sure that you alone feel and think, you alone recognize danger, you alone are the only one clever enough to realize what the Dark Lord may be planning. . ."

"He is planning something to do with me, then?" Harry asked swiftly. He looked back at me.

"Did I say that? Now, if you will excuse me, I have better things to do than to listen to adolescent agonizing. . . Good day to you. . ." Phineas said, walking out of his portrait.

"Fine, go then! And tell Dumbledore thanks for nothing!" Harry bellowed at the portrait.

"Harry. . ." I whispered. "Go back to bed, alright? Let's talk in the morning, okay?"

Harry stormed back up to his bedroom and I sighed, going back up to my bedroom too. Well, that was taken care of.

I lay in my empty room, wishing that Severus was here to lay next to me. I was to angsty, I needed to get out.

I went back down the stairs, unlocking the door. I stepped out into the crisp air before locking the door behind me again. I hurried into a side alley before turning into a black cat. I jumped up on a windowsill and turned back down into an alley.

I alternated between sprinting and walking as a cat while I explored the city. I pounced on a small mouse but let it go, not really wanting to eat it. But it had been a fun chase, darting around and trying to grab it.

I was much quicker about getting to where I wanted to go, despite my rather short kitty legs, because of my speed. Cats are rather fast, faster than humans- and dogs- and so traveling was a breeze.

I followed a scent trail to a bakery even though it was closed. The lingering smell of bread was maybe six hours old, around the same time that the bakery had closed. A café across from it was open though, a 24-hour one. There was a sharp smell of bitter coffee and I headed away from it. I was surprised by my heightened sense of smell, hearing, and taste. I hadn't expected to develop the senses of the animal I turned into when becoming an Animagus.

Of course, now that I thought about it, my hearing had seemed a bit sharper ever since becoming an Animagus- even as a human. Strange. I should research it. I wondered if Sirius had any extra senses from being a dog- like knowing when a bad storm was coming.

I traveled halfway across the city in about an hour before I froze, hearing something. Human feet. I jumped into the shadows and looked up. My tiny cat heart started to pound. What the hell was he doing here? Surely he wouldn't slime his shoes stepping in this Muggle place?

I watched Lucius Malfoy walk down the street. Surely. . . but no, I was very far away from Grimmauld place- nearly fifty minutes, 5 miles away. Looking around, I realized I'd never been to this part of the city before. In my cat adventures, I'd wandered away from the familiar. I hesitated, wondering if I should follow, or if I should leave.

I turned back into a human, drawing my wand and crept behind him. I watched him turn a corner and I crept up. I knew it was an alleyway. I could hear him talking briefly to someone else. Then, I felt a wand press into my neck and I froze.

"Turn around." A voice hissed.

I turned carefully, looking to see who it was. I didn't recognize him, but his left arm had the Dark Mark on his arm and his eyes lit up. He started to laugh and then Lucius and the other Death Eater- Macnair, appeared from around the corner.

Lucius Malfoy's eyes lit up as well, and his mouth turned into a smile, "Well, well. . . If it isn't Elizabeth Kane. . . and what are you doing here?"

The other lowered his wand, stuffing it into his pocket. I was frozen, trying to figure out how to get out of this. Why hadn't I stayed as a cat? I was so stupid.

"Let me have her." The one who had put his wand to my throat. "Before we take her to the Dark Lord. . ."

"Go ahead." Macnair said with a grin, interrupting whatever Malfoy had gone to say. Malfoy frowned at Macnair in what almost seemed like disapproval. "Be quick about it though."

The first Death Eater dragged me into the alleyway and I whimpered in fear. My wand was up my sleeve, but I didn't know how I was going to get out of this. Why had I left the house? Which way was Grimmauld place? Oh Merlin, I was never going to see dad again!

I jerked against his tight hold, panicking, and he chuckled. I thought about Muggle girls who got raped and killed and I let out a scream of fear. He slapped me across the face and I shut my mouth. I was trembling all over. Oh, why had I followed him? And why had I followed him as a human?

Then the Death Eaters lips were on mine and I squirmed underneath him. This was much different than Severus. This was horrible. I would rather being tortured by Voldemort. I kneed him in the groin and he groaned, letting go to clutch his private parts. I was up in a flash and racing down the alleyway and past the other two, flying as fast as possible.

I heard Lucius Malfoy yell and I ducked, continuing to run as a spell flew over my head. I jumped a fence and turned into a cat, streaking under a bush, hiding. I squeezed through the bush and through a hole in a fence and was running and running until I had lost them and had thoroughly lost myself.

I continued to run however, until I finally had to stop. I was in a backyard of a Muggle house. I debated about knocking on their door and asking which was was Kings Crossing but thought I should wait until morning. I crept up into a tree and curled up in a branch and fell asleep.

When I woke up, there were Muggle kids around the bottom of the tree, pointing up at me. The mother shooed them inside, shivering in her thin nightdress and they went in reluctantly. Once their faces disappeared from the window, I crept down from the tree and leaped onto the fence and then down.

I circled around to the front of the house, looking left and right, became human and went and knocked on the woman's front door, looking around nervously.

"Hello?" She asked, answering the door.

"Hi." I said, shivering. "I'm lost. Can you point me in the direction of Kings Crossing please?"

"Oh you poor dear, you are quite a ways away from Kings Crossing. Here, come on in." She opened the door a little longer and I hesitantly stepped in, looking around nervously. Her son came running over and shouted, "The cat is gone!"

She smiled down at him and then at me and said, "I'll be right back."

I nodded, standing awkwardly where I was. She went upstairs and came back down a few minutes later, dressed warmly with a sweater, coat, and scarf. Her husband came down the stairs in a red dressing gown, bleary eyes, and an unshaved face. She stuck a coffee mug in his hands, told him to watch the kids, and then came back to me "I'm going to drive you." she said, smiling, grabbing a set of keys off a small table.

"Thank you so much." I said gratefully. Sometimes I forgot there were simple, good people in the world.

I followed her out to the garage and got in the passenger seat. She drove me to Kings Crossing and I thanked her again. She waved and left me there. I wished I could've done more than thank her. But I'd never be able to find the house again. I didn't even know her name.

I hid and became a cat and then made my way to Grimmauld place. I didn't see anyone and I entered Grimmauld place, becoming a human and then stumbled up to my bedroom and collapsed on my bed.

I broke into nervous sobs, burying my head in the pillow. I fell into an uneasy sleep.

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𝕴 𝖜𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖚𝖕 sometime in the afternoon to Mrs. Weasley saying that lunch was ready. I simply rolled over and fell back asleep. I was so shaken by last night that I didn't even want to leave my room. Around five thirty, I woke back up and stayed awake. Around six, I heard the doorbell and Mrs. Black started screaming.

I headed into Harry's bedroom on the second floor. Ginny and Ron were filling in Hermione about what had happened at St. Mungo's.

"Oh, you're awake." Ginny said. "About time."

"Sorry." I muttered, curling up into a ball on the bed. I had a pounding headache and I felt like I might throw up. Sleeping out all night had not been good for my health.

Hermione went upstairs and after a few minutes, she managed to bring Harry down into the room. "I came on the Knight Bus." She said, informing all of us. "Dumbledore told me what had happened first thing this morning, but I had to wait for term to end officially before setting off. Umbridge is already livid that you lot disappeared right under her nose, especially Elizabeth, even though Dumbledore told her Mr. Weasley was in St. Mungo's, and he'd given you all permission to visit so. . . She also told me to tell you, if I saw you of course, that your detentions have been extended for leaving early." Hermione said, sitting down next to Ginny.

I didn't say anything. I wondered if maybe I should've let them take me last night instead of doing more detentions.

"How're you feeling?" Hermione asked, looking at Harry.

"Fine." Harry said stiffly.

"Oh, don't lie, Harry. Ron and Ginny say you've been hiding from everyone since you got back from St. Mungo's." Hermione said impatiently.

"They do, do they?" Harry asked, glaring at them.

"Well, you have! And you won't look at any of us!" Ginny exclaimed.

"It's you lot who won't look at me!" Harry said angrily.

The headache started to pound, seemingly behind my right eye, and I closed my eyes. I felt very cold.

"Maybe you're taking it in turns to look and keep missing each other." Hermione suggested, sounding amused.

"Very funny." Harry snapped.

"Oh, stop feeling all misunderstood. Look, the others have told me what you overheard last night on the Extendable Ears-"

"Yeah? All been talking about me, have you? Well, I'm getting used to it. . ."

"We wanted to talk to you, Harry, but as you've been hiding ever since we got back-" Ginny said.

"I didn't want anyone to talk to me." Harry said, shooting me an angry look. I felt a bit dizzy. And now I felt warm, perhaps a bit too warm.

"Well, that was a bit stupid of you, seeing as you don't know anyone but me who's been possessed by You-Know-Who, and I can tell you how it feels." Ginny said angrily.

My vision was swimming. Eyesight vision, I mean, not visions vision. Was I thinking coherently?

"I forgot." Harry said after a stunned second.

My stomach turned.

"Lucky you." Ginny said coolly.

"I'm sorry." Harry said, sounding like he meant it. "So. . . so do you think I'm being possessed, then?"

"Well, can you remember everything you've been doing? Are there big blank periods where you don't know what you've been up to?" Ginny asked.

"No." Harry said.

"Then You-Know-Who hasn't ever possessed you. When he did it to me, I couldn't remember what I'd been doing for hours at a time. I'd find myself somewhere and not know how I got there." Ginny said simply.

"Elizabeth?" Hermione asked hesitantly, "Are you okay?"

In response, I fell out off the bed and vomited on the ground twice. Footsteps exited the room and two pairs of footsteps entered the room quickly.

"Elizabeth?" Sirius asked carefully, bending down next to me. "Are you alright?"

I shook my head and moaned. "I feel terrible."

"Were you looking into the future?" He asked seriously.

"No, it just came on all of a sudden. Like the flu I think."

I felt Sirius pick me up and carry me until he put me down in my bed. "You feel hot." He murmured. But that couldn't be right- I was shivering violently. "Fred, can you grab me an extra blanket?"

There was some movement and then Sirius put another blanket over me. "I'll be right back, okay? I'm going to make you some tea."

He hurried out of the room. I had my eyes closed, trying to fall asleep. I must be sick from staying out in the cold all night. I couldn't rebuke myself enough for trailing Lucius Malfoy. At the thought of it, I leaned over the bed and threw up again. I heard it hit metal, not wood, and cracked an eye open. There was a pail below me. That was good to know.

I flopped back on the bed. The night was painful, altering between to cold and to hot. I tossed and turned all night. Sirius kept coming in and out and once or twice Mrs. Weasley came in to check on me.

In the morning, a horrible surprise was waiting for me. An extremely irate Severus Snape. I groaned, vomiting again. "What are you doing here?" I asked hoarsely.

He sat down next to me, putting his hand on my forehead. His teeth were gritted and he was trembling in anger. "Just a cold, Sirius. She'll be fine soon."

Sirius left the room a few minutes later and Severus immediately attacked me. "Are you stupid? Why the hell did you end up around Lucius Malfoy by yourself?"

"I don't remember." I mumbled, sleepily. "I was just outside and then I found that I was far away from Grimmauld place and then Lucius was there and then there were two other Death Eaters. The only reason that I got away was because one of them. . . er- wanted me, he was kissing me and touching me and I kneed him in the groin and managed to escape. . . it was close though. . ." I eyed him curiously, "How'd you find out?"

"Lucius reported you were in the area. Of course, they're going to be scoping out where they had come across you mostly."

I sighed. "I'm so sorry." I broke down into tears away and then turned away from him, embarrassed.

"Elizabeth. . ." he said in a much more gentle voice. "Don't. . . I'm sorry. . . sweetheart. I just got scared."

I sat up carefully and place my forehead on his shoulder. "My fault. . . its my fault. . . I should just be thankful Voldemort isn't torturing visions out of me right now."

Severus hugged me, apparently not caring if Sirius came in again. "And Sirius said I might not even see Dad this break and I miss him so MUCH!" I sobbed. "And I miss you and Sirius and the other day, I had the most horrible thought that everyone I loved was going to die and I just needed to get out and then I ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time and I don't even know why he was there!"

"Shh. . . Elizabeth. . ." Severus murmured, kissing my cheek. "It's okay. We're all still here. . . okay? We're all still here. . ."

I kissed him on the lips briefly. "So why did you come?" I asked, wiping away tears. My head was starting to pound again because of the crying.

"Because I was worried about you of course." He said softly. "when I heard- well I had to check on you."

"Thank you." I whispered.

"I should go back." Severus said, kissing me gently again.

"You're going to get sick." I moaned, but didn't let go of his hand.

"Well then, I'll try to pass it on to Umbridge, alright?" He asked, standing up and winking.

I grinned. "Alright."

He ran a hair over my hair and said, "I love you Elizabeth."

"Love you too Sev."

He left the room, giving me one last kiss. Strangely, I felt much better as though he'd taken the sickness with him- or had made it dissipate into the air.

He had taken away my worries with him too. I no longer cared about Lucius Malfoy or the other two Death Eaters or Voldemort. I no longer worried about whether dad was going to die- surely he wasn't. Dad was indestructible. He was the one who'd saved me when the Muggle had robbed our house. He had saved me every time and the only reason he wasn't there last night was because he was doing important work for the Order.

And besides, how could I worry about anything when Severus loved me?

My mouth was dry and I looked around. There was a glass of water on my bedside table and I drank half of it and fell into more sleep. 

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