#Care of Magical Creatures

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

remus lupin who's actually horrible with animals. & he knows why ,, the animals know what he is, ,, he's horrible at care of magical creatures and he's just .. so devastated. bc like thirteen yo remus lupin just wanted to learn about sweet animals . he'd been so looking forward to his first class, he'd begged his friends to take it with him, but nvm they all either run away or try to attack him . he's humiliated & betrayed for some reason, he's sad and he kind of wants to cry in the middle of class,. even before he came to hogwarts and knew for sure ,, he always thought animals disliked him because of his furry little problem, but the confirmation still stung. animals who'd probably never even seen a werewolf were uncomfortable with him too ,, when james and lily adopt a stray from some muggle alley even that's averse to remus . his friends & peers & teachers play it off and he tries to too but it's just a constant reminder that he's a monster

[theaskywalker]

Imagine bonding with Newt due to you taking care of a baby Occamy

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[klaus-littlestwolf]

Random Thought

The Mikaelsons at Hogwarts: Students and Teachers

Elijah Mikaelson:

Student- He would absolutely be a Ravenclaw but that one Ravenclaw who is smarter than everyone including the teacher and yet never turns in the homework at all (but passes all his OWLs with Outstandings every time). Elijah was also a very talented Quidditch player, enjoying his role as a Keeper and staying on the team all 6 years after his first year watching from the stands and becoming obsessed. He actually went on to play on a professional team for quite some time after school.

Teacher- He would probably teach Ancient Runes and while everyone would hate the class they would love him and appreciate how he actually makes the class enjoyable. He would be best friends with Professor McGonagall 100% and would be one of the toughest graders in the entire school despite being generous with his help

Klaus Mikaelson:

Student- Klaus would be a Slytherin and while he would be cocky about it to everyone, he would actually hate it and believe that he was destined to be everything his father told him he was. However he would eventually let go of that worry as his best friend (who is a Hufflepuff) constantly tells him how smart and good he really is and will stick up for him to everybody that teases him in anyway (despite the fact that she cannot stick up for herself and Klaus has to do it whenever someone makes fun of his sweet, innocent friend). He is a talented student and excels in potions and charms, often Hexing whatever Gryffindor was mean to his sweet Hufflepuff for being friends with “evil wizards”.

Teacher- Klaus would teach Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid and he would be the only one who could reign him in, though he also enjoyed Hagrids love of creatures and helped him learn about them (even gaining the trust of the werewolf pack in the Forbidden Forest as well as being on good terms with the Centaurs). He would also teach an elective Muggle Arts class for students that love to be artistic to have an outlet in a school where such things aren’t considered important, wanting students like he would have been to have somewhere to go and not feel judged for being different.

Kol Mikaelson:

Student- Kol would probably be a Hufflepuff and while he would be the kind of student that coasts along the middle when it comes to grades, he would be friends with almost everyone regardless of their house. He would be incredibly talented with Charms of any sort (including Jinx’s and Hexes) and teach his friends more than their own teachers did on a regular basis. Kol would be one of the most talented wizard in his year by far.

Teacher- As a teacher Kol would definitely be the fun one that every student loves. He would teach Charms class and take it very seriously even while still allowing the students to enjoy themselves. He would be a hard grader but also be the type to help students and offer extra credit to kids that are actually trying their best and just not being the best in Charms. He’s also the kind of teacher who would happily try and help his students to find a class they enjoy and excel in, often signing his kids up for Hagrid and Klaus’ class. Kol was also very prone to creating his own charms which often ended with him visiting Madam Pomfrey at least once a week.

Rebekah Mikaelson:

Student- Rebekah would be a Ravenclaw like her older brother but she would focus on her studies far more than Elijah did. She would be a good student but would definitely excel more if she wasn’t constantly hanging on whatever Slytherin boyfriend she had that month. Rebekah would always put too much effort into whatever Slytherin boy was interested in her

Teacher- She would teach Herbology, loving her garden that she had been given permission to grow herself in a special clearing in the Forbidden Forest. She became good friends with Professor Snape and often grew unique plants for him to use in his advanced potions or stock his stores with things that were hard to find (as very few witches in the world were as talented in Herbology as Rebekah) or were too expensive. She was a fantastic teacher and very easy on her students, taking the time twice a week to have an advanced class for students who wanted extra credit and to learn harder material

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Harry

[rosewater-28]

Hello! I really like your headcanons. Could you write something about the Hogwarts students' pets please?

Of course! Thanks for the question. 😆

-The rule that says you can only bring one owl, cat, toad or rat... It's fake. The teachers only put this rule in place because one day they discovered that a student had a family of Fwoopers in his room. (They found out when the other students in the common room complained about the screeching sounds.)

-So as long as you don't have a very loud, big or dangerous animal in your room, everything will be fine.

-It's not really necessary to buy your pets, you can just ask the teacher for advice on how to befriend a wild Kneazle or Puffskein and then adopt it or leave it in the wild and go visit it from time to time.

-There are many students who love magical creatures and choose to keep and care for their animals outside the castle: they can keep hippogriffs, augureys, granians, hippocampus, etc. (Obviously with the supervision of the Care of Magical Creatures teacher).

-Magical pet shops like Magical Managerie or Eeylops Owl Emporium give discounts to students, knowing that many care for animals that need special care or that follow a specific diet.

-There is a rumor that sometimes the Care of Magical Creatures teacher suggests visiting animals much more dangerous than any other he/she shows in class. Clearly he/she only does this with the best students in that subject (above the fourth year).

That's all! If I think of anything else I'll add it. 👍❤️

[mrs-sharp]

Cuddle time. 🥹

[thesleepingdemonofhogwarts]

The Ashwinder is a unique, fleeting magical creature born from the heat of magical fires left to burn unattended for too long. Its existence is both brief and mesmerizing, and while it poses certain dangers, the Ashwinder is also highly valued for its rare, mystical properties. Originating from hot magical flames, it exemplifies how even the most innocuous of spells can produce unintended marvels—or hazards.

Physical Characteristics

An Ashwinder is a thin, pale-gray serpent with glowing red eyes, appearing almost ghostly as it slithers silently from the embers of an intense fire. While slender, it can reach lengths of up to three feet. As it emerges, an Ashwinder will leave behind a faint trail of ashes, which can later be traced to locate the creature and, more importantly, its eggs.

Ashwinders are typically cool to the touch at first, though they gradually grow warmer as they approach their task of laying eggs. Once they have laid their eggs, an Ashwinder’s body will swiftly crumble to ashes, leaving no trace of the creature itself. This short life cycle makes them a truly unique phenomenon, existing only briefly before disappearing in a haze of ash.

Lifecycle and Behavior

The Ashwinder’s life is astonishingly brief, spanning only an hour from birth to death. It is brought into existence purely as a consequence of magical negligence, appearing wherever a magical fire has been left burning without supervision. As soon as it emerges from the flames, the Ashwinder has a singular purpose: to seek out a dark, secluded place where it can lay its eggs.

After locating a suitable location, typically within minutes of emerging, the Ashwinder will lay a cluster of eggs and then dissolve into ash. These eggs are fiery red and emit an intense heat, and if left unattended, they can ignite and cause serious fires. Therefore, finding and handling Ashwinder eggs quickly is critical to avoid accidental blazes.

Magical Properties and Uses

Ashwinder eggs are highly prized in magical circles for their potent properties. When harvested before they overheat, the eggs can be used as ingredients in powerful love potions, lending them a certain aura of mystique and allure. They are also a critical component in various heating and warming charms, due to the natural heat they retain.

Because of their fiery nature, Ashwinder eggs must be handled with care. They need to be frozen immediately to prevent them from hatching or bursting into flames. Once frozen, they become safe to transport and can be used for potion-making or magical research.

Risks and Safety Concerns

Despite their beauty and usefulness, Ashwinders can pose serious risks, particularly for those unfamiliar with their nature. Fires left burning in wizarding homes, greenhouses, or workshops can quickly spawn an Ashwinder, whose eggs, if not quickly discovered, can cause uncontrolled fires. This makes Ashwinders a frequent hazard in magical households where spells are often left running unattended.

To prevent Ashwinders from spawning, magical fire spells should be extinguished when no longer needed, or otherwise closely supervised. Magical families often teach their children to be cautious with fire spells for precisely this reason. Additionally, Ashwinder trails, marked by a faint line of ash, can be followed to locate the eggs before they ignite.

Observation and Study

Due to their brief lifespan, Ashwinders are difficult to study in-depth, and much about them remains a mystery. They are highly resistant to efforts to capture or contain them, dissolving into ash almost instantly after laying eggs. However, the phenomenon of their emergence from magical fires has fascinated magical researchers, who continue to study the interaction between intense magical heat and spontaneous life creation.

Though keeping an Ashwinder as a pet is nearly impossible given its brief existence, some magical naturalists have managed to observe them in controlled environments, lighting small fires specifically to generate Ashwinders for research. These observations have led to a better understanding of their life cycle, though little can be done to prolong their existence.

Final Note

In summary, the Ashwinder is a unique creature of the magical world—a symbol of both beauty and danger, born from magical flames and vanishing just as quickly. While fleeting, its existence reminds wizards and witches of the potent consequences that even minor spells can have when left unchecked. Its eggs, prized for their magical properties, serve as both a blessing and a warning: respect the fire, and treasure what it yields, for the Ashwinder’s life is as fiery and fragile as the magic that created it.

“Ashwinder M.O.M. Classification: XXX The Ashwinder is created when a magical fire is allowed to burn unchecked for too long. A thin, pale-grey serpent with glowing red eyes, it will rise from the embers of an unsupervised fire and slither away into the shadows of the dwelling in which it finds itself, leaving an ashy trail behind it. The Ashwinder lives for only an hour and during that time seeks a dark and secluded spot in which to lay its eggs, after which it will collapse into dust. Ashwinder eggs are brilliant red and give off intense heat. They will ignite the dwelling within minutes if not found and frozen with a suitable charm. Any wizard realising that one or more Ashwinders are loose in the house must trace them immediately and locate the nest of eggs. Once frozen, these eggs are of great value for use in Love Potions and may be eaten whole as a cure for ague. Ashwinders are found worldwide.”

2. Any fire to which a magical substance such as Floo powder has been added.

— Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them: Illustrated edition (172 JEUNESSE) by J.K. Rowling, Newt Scamander

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[cailynwrites]

Care of Magical Creatures by @arsenicjade

After nine months, the Care of Magical Creatures podfic series is complete! I discovered this fic when I was looking for something to record for @polypodweek, and I loved delving into an older fic with such a different canon. You can now download the whole series as one m4b to use in your audiobook player. Listen to it all HERE.

[bloodyshadow737]

New teacher of magical creatures

Matching: reader teacher x ????

(If this became a series I would see)

Extrovert and alternative new Professor of magical creatures, whe can consider her as a reincarnation of Newt scamander but with out shame.

Let's see how her classes are moving the castle with her creatures

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[mspegasus17]

Care of Magical Creatures

Pairing:f!MC x f!MC (Charlotte x @jeniffler's Melvina) Words: 2220 Summary: The two girls get to take care of a puffskein. CW: Fluff, mentioning of parents' death and bullying Read on Wattpad, AO3 or under the cut ↓

"Your task now is that you will look after a Puffskein for a month in pairs. I want you to treat the animals well and look after them as a team. Think of it as your very hairy child." Professor Howin pointed her wand at a small cauldron on her teacher's desk. "I will now draw the pairs." The cauldron wobbled, contracted and spat out two small pieces of paper. The Care of Magical Creatures Professor caught the pieces and read out the names.

"The first pair is Poppy Sweeting and Duncan Hobhouse." Charlotte stifled her laughter. "This could be something," she thought. "Poor Poppy." The little Hufflepuff threw the anxious Ravenclaw a smile. At least she tried. She seemed rather unpleasant with her partner. Professor Howin drew the next pair. "Alienor Callington and Cornelia Pierce." The black-haired Ravenclaw glanced at the brunette Slytherin and shrugged. Cornelia twisted her mouth into a half-hearted smile. She had probably hoped to be able to form a pair with her boyfriend.

"Next, we have Charlotte Hunter and Melvina Strange." Charlotte's heart skipped a beat. She had hoped to be able to work with the pretty Slytherin. She had had her eye on her for a while, but apart from a few brief conversations here and there, she had never really spoken to Melvina. Let alone spend time with her. Charlotte glanced over her shoulder. Her gaze met Melvina's. She immediately blushed and smiled nervously. Charlotte returned the smile and tucked a black lock of hair behind her ear. She didn't notice which pairs were still being drawn.

Professor Howin clapped her hands, waking Charlotte from her trance. "Please get together in your randomly selected pairs, and then I will assign you your Puffskein." Chaos broke out between the students. Some pairs were already arguing about who should come to whom. The classroom, if you could call it that, was in a state of excited hustle and bustle.

"Hey," a sweet voice called out next to Charlotte. The Gryffindor hadn't even gathered her papers when Melvina was standing next to her. Charlotte turned to her partner. "H-hi." "Now that's what I call an exciting task. I can hardly wait to introduce Bob to his brother or sister." The Slytherin's hazel eyes shone with excitement.

Charlotte raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Who's Bob?" "Well, my baby!" Melvina opened her shoulder bag a crack. In the spacious bag lay a teal ball of fur. In its paws, it held a glittery teddy bear. The Niffler was fast asleep. Charlotte's eyes widened. "Is that a Niffler?" she asked in astonishment. Melvina nodded and closed the bag again. "He can't be alone, so I carry him in my bag. Otherwise, he would attract too much attention." "Well, then I hope the Puffskein isn't too shiny," Charlotte joked, making Melvina giggle. "He'll still try to stuff it into his bum bag," laughed the Slytherin. Now it was Charlotte who giggled.

Professor Howin had started calling out the individual pairs and assigning them a cuddly muff. It was Poppy and Duncan's turn. Melvina nudged Charlotte with her elbow. "It's funny that Duncan and Poppy, of all people, have to work together, isn't it? The two are as different as day and night." Charlotte grinned at Melvina. "That's what I thought too. Poppy will definitely get all the work and won't even complain about it because she likes it so much." The Slytherin shook her head, laughing quietly. "These Hufflepuffs are just too good for the world." Charlotte nodded in agreement.

"Miss Hunter and Miss Strange!" Professor Howin called the two. They trotted to the teacher's desk to take their Puffskein into their care. "Please take care of Frank," Professor Howin explained, stroking the black and brown puffskein on her desk. "Hello, Frank." Melvina knelt down to be at eye level with the fur ball. He blinked at her with his honey eyes and squeaked happily. "Looks like Frank likes you," Charlotte said with a grin. "Well, it would be pretty stupid if he didn't like his new mommy," Melvina replied, straightening up again. She picked up Frank, and Charlotte took the small bag with Puffskein care supplies from her teacher. "We're going to have a lot of fun, Frank. I promise you," Melvina told the magical creature in her arms.

Professor Howin assigned the remaining pairs to their Puffskeins and ended the lesson early. Charlotte and Melvina had agreed to find a quiet place in the gardens to introduce Frank and Bob to each other. The black-haired Gryffindor conjured a picnic blanket, and they sat on a piece of grass near the fountain.

Melvina put her head in her bag, and all that could be heard was a muffled murmur. With a wide grin on her lips, she sat up again, and a sleepy Niffler peeked out of the bag. "Charlotte, Frank, this is Bob." Charlotte held out a hand to the small platypus-like creature. "Nice to meet you, Bob," she said gently. The Niffler took her index finger in his two tiny front paws, sniffed it and let go again.

"I guess I'm not shiny enough," laughed Charlotte. Melvina shook her head. "Apparently not, but he likes you. Otherwise, he would have stuck his tongue out at you." Charlotte laughed even louder. "So he's a little rascal," she stated. "He is. But he's my everything." Melvina nudged Bob. "Come on, don't be so shy. Meet Frank."

The Niffler gave his mom an uncertain look before climbing out of the bag and slowly crawling towards the Puffskein. Frank hummed happily and blinked at Bob with curious, bulging eyes. The two of them got longer and longer until their noses finally touched, and both creatures froze. Suddenly, Frank's long tongue shot out and licked Bob's soft fur. The Niffler screamed and fell over in shock. His short legs kicked in the air. "Oh, Bob!" Giggling, Melvina turned Bob over again. "You're a good actor again. Or have you been snacking on my cookies again?" Bob avoided her gaze, and Melvina glanced into her bag.

"Bob! Those were the good caramel cookies, you old glutton!" She stared at the little cookie thief in disbelief. "I thought you hated caramel. Now I have to think of something new to keep my cookies safe from you." Melvina shook her head and gave Charlotte an apologetic look. "I would offer you a cookie, but there are only crumbs left." Charlotte staggered away, smiling. "It's fine. Although they seem to have tasted good." "They are the best cookies I have ever eaten." Melvina gave Bob a thoughtful look. "So it's no wonder Bob ate them all. I'll bring new ones tomorrow," she explained, turning her gaze back to Charlotte.

"How come we never really talked?" Melvina asked after a moment's silence. Charlotte shrugged and absentmindedly stroked Frank, who had rolled over to her. "I guess it's because we're in different houses. And then it's the sworn enemies Slytherin and Gryffindor. It's hard to make friends outside of your own house. At least that's how I feel. I... don't tend to approach others on my own. I'm more likely to be adopted." Melvina nodded. "I understand what you mean. I feel the same way. I'd probably never get out if Cornelia and Veronica didn't drag me to parties and introduce me to their friends. I just prefer spending time with Bob." Smiling, she stroked the Niffler's teal fur. Bob was curled up on her lap.

"Understandable," Charlotte murmured. "I prefer the company of animals and creatures to that of humans." The Gryffindor bit her tongue so as not to say too much. She had a tendency to overshare, and she didn't want to mess things up with Melvina by telling her too much about herself and her negative experiences during their first real conversation.

The school bell rang, signalling the end of class. "Wait! How are we supposed to carry Frank around with us all day and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid in class?" asked Melvina. "I can't put him in my bag with Bob. It'll just cause chaos." Charlotte opened the bag that Professor Howin had given them. "Maybe there's something useful in here." She momentarily rummaged in the enchanted bag and finally pulled out a carrying bag that seemed to be made for a Puffskein. "Come on, Frank. Get in," she said to the fur ball. Frank, on the other hand, just blinked at her and made no move to roll into the carrying bag.

"Maybe a treat would help?" suggested Melvina. Charlotte nodded and searched the bag for something that looked like something edible. A few round somethings fell into her hand. They felt like dog biscuits. Charlotte sniffed the ominous balls uncertainly. They also smelled like dog biscuits. Shrugging her shoulders, she took a handful and held them under Frank's nose. The cuddly muff's pupils grew huge and he hummed happily. "Yes, they seem to be treats," Charlotte said with a laugh and used them to lure Frank into the transport bag. When he started to pounce on the small pile that Charlotte had thrown into the back corner of the bag, she buttoned the clasp and looked at her work with satisfaction. "Well, that wasn't so difficult."

The two students stood up and agreed that Charlotte would take Frank with her until lunch break. Then, they would meet again in the entrance hall and discuss everything else.

During their lunch break meeting, they agreed that Frank would stay with Charlotte until he and Bob got on better. They took a closer look at the contents of the bag and found that the supposed treats were Frank's real food. So he was easy to get excited about. After lunch, they agreed that they would meet at every opportunity to complete this partner task together.

A few days passed, and the two students became a well-rehearsed team. Every day, they sat on the picnic blanket in the garden. Melvina brought different kinds of biscuits to each picnic, and Charlotte organized different drinks. Bob and Frank got on better and better, and soon, they started playing together on the lawn. Charlotte and Melvina also got to know each other better and better.

Small talk turned into jokes, and jokes turned into deep talk. Melvina talked about her childhood in America and about her loving parents, who had died in an accident. Charlotte talked about her time in Cornwall and about her family. She spoke about her cousin Emily, who lived with her mother in Norway and with whom she had no contact since Charlotte developed her magical powers because Emily found it too scary and Charlotte, as the only witch in the family, was a freak in her eyes.

The two discovered that they had a lot in common. For example, they were both Muggle-born and the only witches in their families. They both liked to snack and were generally sweet-toothed.

The days went by, and Charlotte felt more and more comfortable with Melvina. Frank and Bob now only slept together. That would be a problem when the task ended.

One evening they were sitting on the picnic blanket at their usual spot again, eating chocolate-mint biscuits and drinking raspberry lemonade. Charlotte and Melvina sat next to each other and watched the two creatures playing. "The two of them are really cute together," Charlotte enthused and reached for another biscuit. Melvina reached out for the tin at the same time. Their hands touched, and the two students shyly pulled their hands back. "Y-you first," Melvina stammered. Charlotte's cheeks glowed, and she took two biscuits from the tin to give Melvina one too. She clinked her biscuit against Melvina's and looked deep into her eyes. "Cheers."

"Have your eyes always been so blue?" Melvina asked without taking a bite of her biscuit. Her hand was still floating where they had clinked their biscuits. Charlotte raised an eyebrow. "Yes. They haven't changed." "They're like the ocean," Melvina said, fascinated. Charlotte turned bright red. She didn't know how to answer that and took a bite of her biscuit instead.

"Can I ask you something?" Melvina blurted out. "Um, sure." Melvina looked shyly at her biscuit. "Is there... Well... Is there someone by your side?" Charlotte choked on her biscuit. She hadn't expected that question. Coughing, she took her raspberry lemonade and washed down the stray crumb. "I... Well... No," she admitted and took another big sip. "Good," Melvina said and finally took a bite of her biscuit. She felt Charlotte's confused look on her and quickly swallowed the bite. "Good to know, I mean," she tried to save herself. "What do you mean?" Charlotte asked. Melvina sighed. She let her shoulders droop in defeat. "I like you, you know?" she began to explain. "And I would like to spend more time with you, even after this task. And... well... a partner at your side would complicate the whole thing." "Are you asking me if I want to go out with you?" Charlotte tried to shed some light on the matter. "Maybe," Melvina murmured. "Well, if that's what you want, then yes. If you don't want to, then no." Charlotte laughed and put her hand on Melvina's. "I would really like to go out with you, Mel."

[ladiesofhpfest]

Ladies of HP Fest Week 3

Welcome to week 3 of the Ladies of HP Fest! This week, we're celebrating Hogwarts Hotties - the ladies who teach and work Hogwarts! This is your opportunity to write about one or more professors or Hogwarts staff members in their element.

Below you'll find some ideas to get you started. As with other weeks, you're welcome to bring your own creative spin to the theme!

Lesson planning: how did Sprout plan lessons? Trelawney? Umbridge? Show us behind the scenes planning!

How did they feel about their students? Did they have favorites? (Or, which students did they loathe teaching?)

Who became a professor later in life? Did Angelina become the new flying instructor? Parvati, the Divination professor? Luna, Care of Magical Creatures?

MADAM POMFREY. What strange things did she see? "It was just an accident?"

The founders: what were Rowena and Helga really like?

Free time: what did the professors do behind closed doors? (Alone, with each other, or with others!)

Looking forward to another week of amazing, creative works! Post to the AO3 Collection here!

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[braveclementine]

Chapter 16

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

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 𝖗𝖆𝖓 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 the steps and rushed into the Great Hall. I had to tell Harry and Ron and Fred and George not to attack Draco. I had to. I had to.

Luna was at the Gryffindor table right now, showing them what her lion hat could do before she drifted back over to the Ravenclaw table.

"Harry!" I said importantly, sitting down in front of him. "Listen to me, this is important."

"What?" Harry asked.

"Your going to win- at least I'm foreseeing that. But you don't understand. After the match, Draco is going to insult Mr. Weasley and also your parents. I foresee Fred and you tackling him and then Umbridge is going to kick you, Fred, and George off the Quidditch team. I am warning you now! There will be nothing Professor McGonagall can do to stop it. Umbridge pushed another decree through. I have to go find Fred and George. Keep your temper Harry. Good luck Ron!"

I jumped up, looking for Fred and George Weasley. I didn't see them and tried to leave the Great Hall but Professor Umbridge stopped in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the four Heads of Houses heads turn towards me.

"I've been looking for you Miss Kane." She said, smiling.

I gritted my teeth. "Really, what have I done now?"

She showed me a piece of paper. "Well this is an educational degree saying that I can now override teachers decisions. I've decided that the Hufflepuff team has been-"

"You already remade it." I snapped. "You can't just unmake it for no reason at all."

"I've already told you about my reasons for not letting the Hufflepuff team reform." Professor Umbridge said, holding out her hand. "Give me your badge. Both of them."

"No." I said, narrowing my eyes. "Your prejudices are bullshite." I pushed past her and left the Great Hall. I could feel her eyes on me. I hurried into the Gryffindor locker room where Fred and George were waiting.

"You two listen to me!" I said urgently. "After the match, Draco is going to try and goad you into attacking him. Fred, you and Harry do jump on Draco. Umbridge got this new educational decree and she's going to give you guys a life-long ban. You two cannot attack him. Just get off the field as quickly as possible, okay!" I asked urgently. "I'm trying to change the future here."

"Life-long ban?" George asked incredulously. "Are you kidding me?"

I shook my head. "No. And she's going to take yours, Fred's, and Harry's brooms away from you and lock them up in her office."

They looked horrified.

"Please, please keep your tempers!" I begged them.

"We'll try, no promises." Fred said. "Maybe if you warn us ahead of time what he says, I'll be able to keep a better head."

"He's going to insult your mum, dad, and your house."

"Umbridge insults your dad all the time and you get pissed at her!" George pointed out.

"Yes, but those are just detentions!" I cried, exasperated.

George put a hand on my shoulder as Angelina, Alicia, and Katie entered the locker room. "Alright, we'll try to keep a straight head."

I left and found a seat close by the stairs so I could run out onto the pitch if things seemed to get dangerously close.

I mostly listened to Lee's commentary with my eyes closed because my stomach was telling me it was going to throw up if I watched.

"And it's Johnson, Johnson with the Quaffle, what a player that girl is, I've been saying it for years but she still won't go out with me-"

"JORDAN!" Professor McGonagall yelled.

"Just a fun fact, Professor, adds a bit of interest- and she's ducked Warrington, she's passed Montague, she's- ouch- been hit from behind by a Bludger from Crabbe... Montague catches the Quaffle, Montague heading back up the pitch and- nice Bludger there from George Weasley, that's a bludger to the head for Montague, he drops the Quaffle, caught by Katie Bell, Katie Bell of Gryffindor reverse passes to Alicia Spinnet and Spinnet's away- dodges Warrington, avoids a Bludger- close call, Alicia- and the crowd are loving this, just listen to them, what's that they're signing?"

Lee paused and everyone could hear the Slytherin's singing. "Weasley cannot save a thing, He cannot block a single ring, That's Why Slytherins all sing: Weasley is our King. Weasley was born in a bin, He always lets the Quaffle in, Weasley will make sure we win, Weasley is our King."

"Bloody hell." I muttered.

"-And Alicia passed back to Angelina! Come on now, Angelina- looks like she's got just the Keeper to beat!- SHE SHOOTS- SHE- aaah." Lee shouted as loudly as possible over the Slytherin's singing.

Slytherin scored. I could hear Lee bellowing over the lyrics, "-and it's Warrington again who passes to Pucey, Pucey's off past Spinnet, come on now Angelina, you can take him- turns out you can't- but nice Bludger from Fred Weasley, I mean, George Weasley, oh who cares, one of them anyway-" I grinned. At least Lee could still make me laugh, "-and Warrington drops the Quaffle and Katie Bell-er- drops it too- so that's Montague with the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Montague takes the Quaffle, and he's off up the pitch, come on now Gryffindor, block him!"

But I heard the Slytherins sing louder and then there were cheers from the Slytherin end of the pitch.

My stomach turned again. Slytherin scored twice more and the singing continued to grow steadily louder until no one could call it singing anymore. Instead, it was more like bellowing a riot chant, "WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN, HE ALWAYS LETS THE QUAFFLE IN."

"-PUCEY THROWS TO WARRINGTON, WARRINGTON TO MONTAGUE, MONTAGUE BACK TO PUCEY- JOHNSON INTERVENES, JOHNSON TAKES THE QUAFFLE, JOHNSON TO BELL, THIS LOOKS GOOD- I MEAN BAD- BELL'S HIT BY A BLUDGER FROM GOYLE OF SLYTERHIN AND IT'S PUCEY IN POSSESSION AGAIN. . ." Lee was bellowing into the magical microphone but even then, it was hard to hear him.

I opened my eyes, watching Harry dive towards the ground, Draco swooping down after him. They were neck and neck and I crossed my fingers. Crabbe swung his bat and a bludger pelted after Harry. Even from where I was sitting, I saw Harry's hands close around the snitch and I was up out of my seat and dashing down the stairs.

I saw the bludger connect with Harry's back and he flew off the broom and tumbled onto his back, five or six feet off the ground. Angelina Johnson immediately swooped down to help him to his feet. Fred and George landed.

"Locker room- now!" I snapped at them as I ran towards Harry. They ignored me and came over to where everyone but Ron had landed and were shaking hands with Harry.

"Locker room." I muttered to them.

"Saved Weasley's neck, haven't you?" Draco asked from behind. I grabbed Fred and George's arms tightly. "I've never seen a worse Keeper. . . but then he was born in a bin. . . Did you like my lyrics, Potter."

"Angelina!" I said in a high-pitched voice. "We need to get them to the locker room."

"We wanted to write another couple of verses! But we couldn't find rhymes for fat and ugly- we wanted to sing about his mother, see-" Draco said.

Angelina and I exchanged a glance and she said, "Locker room! Now!"

I sighed with relief as the team started to troop back to the locker room and I had let go of Fred and George's arms. But I stayed behind everyone in case one of them tried to dash back towards Draco. However, he trailed after us.

"We couldn't fit in useless loser either- for his father, you know-" He called after us.

Fred froze. Alicia and Katie grabbed his arms, dragging him back to the pitch.

"-but you like the Weasley, don't you Potter? Spend holidays there and everything, don't you? Can't see how you stand the stink, but I suppose when you've been dragged up by Muggles even the Weasley's hovel smells okay-"

I turned around and faced him. "Keep it up Malfoy and I'll give you an injury."

"Oh really?" Draco said but he'd stopped walking and it was giving Gryffindor's team a chance to get to the locker room. "I was under the opinion that you can't do anything, Kane. After all, your a werewolf brat and Umbridge might just. . . kick you off the team if you were to attack me."

"Oh, I'm fully aware Malfoy." I said, narrowing my eyes. "I'm not stupid."

"You couldn't even defend yourself if I attacked you right now, could you?" Draco asked gleefully and before I knew it, he'd drawn his wand and I went flying through the air and crashed into Fred. We both tumbled to the ground.

"Ow." I winced. "Sorry Fred."

"That git!" Fred exclaimed, getting to his feet.

I grabbed his arm, "It doesn't matter, alright?" I winced as I stepped backwards, my back hurt. "Come on, please Fred."

The teachers were watching us with tense expressions on their faces. Professor Umbridge was smiling.

I've always wondered why teachers never came down and tried to help students. Maybe they liked taking points away from their own houses. I wasn't sure.

Draco snapped his eyes over to Harry and shouted, "Or perhaps, you can remember what your mother's house stank like, Potter, and Weasley's pigsty reminds you of it-"

Harry's shoulder rammed into mine as he ran at Draco. I let go of Fred and pulled out my wand and shouted, "Immobulus."

Harry froze before he got to Draco and Draco burst out laughing. But Fred was running towards Draco now- because I'd let go of his arm and I felt panic burst into me. Bloody hell why didn't they listen to me!

I ran after Fred and tackled him, bringing him to the ground. "Fred stop!" I shouted, trying to keep him down. "It's what he wants! Stop!"

I managed to get my arms around him and yanked him back in the direction of the locker room. "Let me at him! I don't care about a life-long ban!" Fred snarled. I wasn't going to be able to keep my grip on him for long. I pointed my wand at his chest and said, "Damnit it Fred, don't make me freeze you too!"

He relaxed in my arms but I didn't trust him enough to let him go and continued to drag him backwards. Angelina, Katie, and Alicia had gotten George inside the locker room and came out and grabbed Fred's arms and I let go and they dragged him to the locker room too.

Breathing heavily, I approached Harry and tapped him with my wand and grabbed his arm. "Let's go Harry. Now!"

He let me march him back to the locker room.

"Hey Kane!" Draco shouted, "What about the werewolf cave you live in? Is it just about as good as your dead parents house?"

I was shaking with anger but I wasn't giving Umbridge the satisfaction of kicking me off the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. Instead, I continued to push Harry towards the locker room, then gave Draco the finger, and headed inside, slamming the door behind me and slumping against it, exhausted.

"Damnit you three! I warned you ahead of time!" I said, glaring at them.

Angelina was just as furious. "McGonagall would've punished you if you'd managed to lay your hands on him."

"Not just Professor McGonagall." I said through gritted teeth. "Professor Umbridge was going to give them a life-long ban."

Angelina dropped her mouth in horror and turned on them, "You were going to risk losing three players for that!"

"He insulted our parents!" George exclaimed, "Harry's mother! Elizabeth's dad and her parents!"

"It doesn't matter." I said sighing, "None of you laid hands on him so you guys shouldn't get into trouble. Let's just hope we don't run into her again."

I left with the entire team and as we were just about to enter the castle, I heard a "Hem, hem!" behind us. We all turned.

Professor McGonagall, Flitwick, Snape, and Sprout were some feet behind her and stopped behind her when she stopped.

"Well then." Professor Umbridge said in a sweet voice. "I think there are some punishments that should be laid out now for that scene on the Quidditch field."

"That would be my job." Professor McGonagall said coolly.

"Well, actually, Minerva. I think you'll find that I now have the authority as well. Cornelius just sent it to me." She pulled out the decree that she had shown me earlier out of her pocket. "Ah yes. . . Hem, hem, 'Educational Decree Number Twenty five. . .'"

"Not another one!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed violently.

"Well yes, as a matter of fact, Minerva, it was you and Pomona who made me see that we needed a further amendment. . . You remember who you overrode me, when I was unwilling to allow the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff Quidditch teams to re-form? How you took the case to Dumbledore, who insisted that the teams be allowed to play? Well, now, I couldn't have that. I contacted the Minister at once, and he quite agreed with me that the High Inquisitor has to have the power to strip pupils of privilege's, or she- that is to say, I- would have less authority than common teachers!"

"Common teachers?" I snapped. "They aren't common teachers! They are the Heads of the Four Houses! Professor McGonagall is deputy Headmistress! How can you be so power hungry?"

"That, Miss Kane." Professor Umbridge said. "is a month's worth of detention. I think you should have learned to have kept your mouth shut by now."

I gritted my teeth, avoiding Professor Snape's glares. A crowd was forming on the steps. I could see Heidi, Malcolm, Ernie, and Susan standing behind Professor Umbridge.

"So. . . I really think, Minerva, that I should ban Mr. Potter and both Weasleys from play ever again."

"Why?" I asked before I could stop myself. "They didn't do anything wrong!"

"On the contrary Miss Kane, they were going to beat Mr. Malfoy if you hadn't stopped them which, to be completely honest, wasn't your place to stop them. It was a teacher's place. I think you should be removed from your Quidditch team too for using magic on other students."

"I was stopping a fight from breaking out!" I snapped at her, eyes flashing in anger. "And if stopping a fight results in a punishment, you really need to get your priorities straight!"

"You still-"

"Are you going to ban Draco Malfoy?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "Because I know for a fact that you saw that he used magic against me before I ever even had my wand out. So unless you're going to ban him from the Slytherin team, you can't ban any of us. It can't be a one-way street now."

There was silence. The students were looking at Professor Umbridge now who had dropped her stupid smile. The Gryffindor team was immobilized, trying to figure out if they were going to lose half their team members. I'd never seen the teachers look so speechless.

Finally, Professor Umbridge spoke. "Well you see, Miss Kane, unlike you, Mr. Malfoy is a pure-blood who comes from a long history of good wizards-"

"If by good wizards you mean, Death Eaters, then yeah." I said angrily.

"And you-"

"I know what your opinions are of me, but that doesn't mean that I should be punished for nothing wrong while you let others go free just because they have different backgrounds." I said, glaring at her.

We had a staring contest. I felt that a majority of the school was surrounding us.

"Miss Kane has made an excellent point." Professor McGonagall said in a tense voice. "If you're going to get rid of Potter, Weasley, and Weasley, then you most certainly have to get rid of Malfoy as well." I was of the opinion that she wanted everyone to get inside.

Professor Umbridge didn't remove her unblinking, bug like eyes from my face and I didn't either. "I want your badge." she said, ignoring McGonagall completely and she held out a stubby fingered hand. "now."

"No!" But it didn't come from me or a teacher. It came from Heidi. "We already told you the entire team wants her as our Captain! And she's right! They did nothing wrong, she did nothing wrong- she stopped the fight! Your encouraging violence by saying she shouldn't have stopped it! Malfoy was the one who fought, Malfoy was the one who encourage violence! Blood shouldn't matter!"

Professor Umbridge was looking very dangerous. "You'll be joining Miss Kane in detention tonight." But she walked up the stairs and didn't say anything else. As a group, the entire Gryffindor team seemed to catch their breath.

"Everyone inside!" Professor McGonagall snapped. I turned and she said, "Not you, Miss Kane."

I stopped, sighed, and turned back around. She looked furious. Everyone trailed inside leaving me with the four teachers.

"What was that?" She shouted at me.

"I'm not putting up with the prejudices!" I exclaimed.

"Dolores Umbridge is not a woman that you want to piss off!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, exasperated.

"I've already pissed her off since before she even started working here because I exist!" I cried out, throwing my arms up in the air. Snape looked absolutely furious with me. Flitwick looked grim, and unusually serious expression behind his glasses. Professor Sprout's expression was impossible to read. Professor McGonagall was furious as well, her face pinched and pink. "She gives me detentions for breathing! She hates my dad, she hates me, she'll find anything and everything as an excuse to punish me and I'm done with it!"

"And was a month's worth of slicing your hand open every night worth it?" Professor McGonagall asked coldly.

"Yes." I said honestly. "I'm a werewolf brat and I'm proud of it and I'm not going to have things taken away from me because of it."

Without another word or glance, I turned and stormed back into the castle.

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𝕸𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 night lasted five hours. She was fuming. Heidi's had only lasted 3 hours. I wasn't sure what her line was.

By the time I was done, I felt dizzy from blood loss. But I didn't complain, and got up and headed back to my common room. Severus was waiting outside the door, his arms crossed. He looked down at my hand and said, "Come on."

I followed him back to his office where he bandaged my hand with murtlap essence under the bandages as a sort of ointment.

"Elizabeth, you need to be more careful." Severus said, dropping a huge glob of murtlap essence on my hand. "I get you're angry, alright? I get that it's unfair, but you need to keep your temper in check."

"I can't help it." I snapped. "It's her fault for being such a prejudiced woman."

He smiled wryly. "That as it may be. . ."

"I don't want to talk about it Severus, alright?" I asked. "I just. . ." I hesitated. What did I want? I wanted dad, I knew that. "I just want to know he's safe." I said and then, to my surprise, I burst into tears.

Severus put his arms around me, pulling my face into his chest, his chin resting on top of my head. "He's perfectly fine, Elizabeth." He said quietly. "We'd know if he was in trouble."

"I know. . . I know that. . ." I said, quickly wiping tears away clumsily with my left hand. "I just feel so stressed out about it. I miss him and I can't write to him and he can't write to me and I just wish Umbridge would drop dead and I hate myself for that because no matter how horrible someone is, I shouldn't wish them dead."

"Even the Dark Lord?" Severus asked, sounding a bit amused.

"No, I hope he dies and I don't feel guilty for that." I said, smiling a bit.

"I'm sure Remus is fine." Severus said, rubbing my back soothingly.

I tensed for a second, seeing something and sat up. "What?" He asked.

I smiled. "Hagrid's back."

He rolled his eyes, "Are you going down to see him?"

I nodded, "You don't mind, do you?"

"Of course I do." He said grumpily. "I'd rather you stayed in here every night. But I know you've probably foreseen something so I guess I'll let you go."

I giggled and kissed him. "I'll be here tomorrow."

"Good."

I exited the classroom and turned into a cat and slipped out of the castle. I turned back into a human and knocked on the door. There was silence for a moment and then Hagrid opened the door and said, "Well I shoulda known!" He exclaimed, "Come on in Elizabeth."

I grinned at him. Harry, Hermione, and Ron emerged from underneath the Invisibility Cloak.

"Blimey Eliza, gave us a heart attack!" Ron said.

"Sorry." I said, sitting down with them.

"Anyways." Hagrid said, obviously starting back on a story. "Went over a ridge one nigh' an' there they was, spread ou' underneath us. Little fires burnin' below an' huge shadows.. It was like watchin' bits 'o the mountain movin'."

"How big are they?" Ron asked in a hushed voice.

"'Bout twenty feet, Some o' the bigger ones mighta bin twenty-five."

"And how many were there?" Harry asked eagerly.

"I reckon abou' seventy or eighty." Hagrid said.

"Is that all?" Hermione asked, sounding surprised.

"Yep, eighty left, an' there were loads once, musta bin a hundred diff'rent tribes from all over the world. But they've bin dyin' out fer ages. Wizards killed a few, o' course, but mostly they killed each other, an' now they're dyin' out faster than ever. They're not made ter live bunched up togheter like tha'. Dumbledore says it's our fault, it was the wizards who forced 'em to go an' made 'em live a good long way from us an' they had no choice but ter stick together fer their own protection."

"So, you saw them and then what?" Harry goaded.

"Well, we waited till morning, didn' want ter go sneakin' up on 'em in the dark, fer our own safety. 'bout three in the mornin' they fell asleep 'jus where they was sittin'. We didn' dare sleep. Fer one thing, we wanted ter make sure none of 'em woke up an' came up where we were, an' fer another, the snorin' was unbelievable. Cause an avalanche near mornin'. Anyway, once it was light we wen' down ter see 'em."

"Just like that? You just walked right into a giant camp?" Ron asked, sounding like he was in awe.

"Well, Dumbledore'd told us how ter do it. Give the Gurg gifts, show some respect, yeh know." Hagrid explained.

"Give the what gifts?" Harry asked.

"Gurg." I said. "Means the chief."

"How could you tell which one was the Gurg?" Ron asked.

Hagrid grunted in amusement and said, "No problem. He was the biggest, the ugliest, an' the laziest. Sittin' there waitin' ter be brought food by the others. Dead goats an' such like. Name o' Karkus. I'd put him at twenty-two, twenty-three feet, an' the weight of a couple o' bull elephants. Skin like rhino hide an' all."

"And you just walked up to him?" Hermione asked, sounding breathless.

"Well. . . down ter him, where he was lyin' in the valley. They was in this dip between four pretty high mountains, see, beside a mountain lake, an' Karkus was lyin' by the lake roarin' at the others to feed him an' his wife. Olympe an' I went down the mountainside-"

"But didn't they try and kill you when they saw you?" Ron asked incredulously.

"It was def'nitely on some of their minds, but we did what Dumbledore told us ter do, which was ter hold our gift up high an' keep our eyes on the Gurg an' ignore the others. So tha's what we did. An' the rest of 'em went quiet an' watched us pass an' we got right up ter Karkus's feet an' we bowed an' pout our present down in front o' him."

"What do you give a giant? Food?" Ron asked in a eager voice.

I snorted.

"Nah, he can get food all righ' fer himself. We took him magic. Giants like magic, jus' don't like us usin' it against 'em. Anyway, that firs' day we gave him a branch o' Gubraithian fire."

"No way!" I exclaimed as Hermione said, "Wow." Harry and Ron simply frowned.

"A branch of-?" Ron asked.

"Everlasting fire." I said quickly.

"You ought to know that by now, Professor Flitwick's mentioned it at least twice in class!" Hermione said irritably.

"Well anyway, Dumbledore'd betwitched this branch to burn evermore, which isn' something' any wizard could do, an' so I lies it down in the snow by Karkus's feet and says, 'A gift to the Gurg of the giants from Albus Dumbledore, who sends his respectful greetings."

"And what did Karkus say?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Nothin', didn' speak English."

"You're kidding!"

I laughed.

"Didn' matter, Dumbledore had warned us tha' migh' happen. Karkus knew enough to yell fer a couple o' giants who knew our lingo an' they translated fer us." Hagrid said with a shrug.

"And did he like the present?" Ron asked.

"Oh yeah, it went down a storm one they understood what it was." Hagrid said and he flipped the piece of dragon meat he had on his eye over. "Very pleased. So then I said, 'Albus Dumbledore asks the Gurg to speak with his messenger when he turns tomorrow with another gift.'"

"Why could you speak to them that day?" Hermione asked.

"Dumbledore wanted us ter take it very slow. Let 'em see we kept our promises. We'll come back tomorrow with another present, an' then we do come back with another present- gives a good impression, see? An' gives them time ter test out the firs' prsent an' find out it's a good one, an' get 'em eager fer more. In any case, giants like Karkus- overload 'em with information an' they'll kill yeh jus' to simplify things. So we bowed outta the way an' went off an' found ourselves a nice little cave ter spend that night in, an' the followin' mornin' we went back an' this time we found Karkus sittin' up waitin' fer us lookin' all eager."

"And you talked to him?" Hermione asked.

"Oh yeah. Fis' we presented him with a nice battle helmet- goblin-made an' indestructible, yeh know- an' then we sat down an' we talked."

"What did he say?" Harry asked again.

"Not much. Listened mostly. But there were good signs. He'd heard o' Dumbledore, heard h'ed argued against the killin' of the last giants in Britain. Karkus seemed ter be quite int'rested in what Dumbledore had ter say. An' a few o' the others, 'specially the ones who had some English, they gathered round an' listened too. We were hopeful when we left that day. Promised ter come back next day with another present. But that night it all wen' wrong."

"What happened?" I asked.

"Well, like I say, they're not meant ter live together, giants. Not in big groups like that. They can' help themselves, they half kill each other every few weeks. The men fight each other an' the women fight each other, the remnants of the old tribes fight each other, an' that's even without squabbles over food an' the best fires an' sleepin' spots. Yeh'd think, seein' as how their whole race is abou' finished, they'd lay off each other but.... That night a fight broke out, we saw it from the mouth of our cave, lookin' down on the valley. Went on fer hours, yeh wouldn' believe the noise. An' when the sun came up the snow was scarlet an' his head was lyin' at the bottom o' the lake."

"Karkus's?" I asked.

"Yep. There was a new Gurg, Golgomath. Well, we hadn' bargained on a new Gurg two days after we'd made friendly contact with the firs' one, an' we had a funny feelin' Golgomath wouldn' be so keen ter listen to us, but we had ter try."

"You went to speak to him? After you'd watched him rip off another giant's head?" Ron asked incredulously.

"Course we did, we hadn' gone all that way ter give up after two days! We wen' down with the next present we'd meant ter give ter Karkus. I knew it was no go before I'd opened me mouth. He was sitting there wearin' Karkus's helmet, leerin' at us as we got nearer. he's massive, on o' the biggest ones there. Black hair an' matchin' teeth an' a necklace o'bones. Human-lookin' bones, some of 'em. Well, I gave it a go- held out a great roll o' dragon skin- an' said 'A gift fer the Gurgo f the giants-' Nex' thing I knew, I was hangin' upside down in the air by me feet, two of his mates had grabbed me."

How did you get out of that?" Harry asked while Hermione covered her mouth with her hands.

"Wouldn'ta done if Olympe hadn' bin there. She pulled out her wand an' did some o' the fastes' spellwork I've ever seen, Ruddy marvelous. Hit the two holdin' me right in the eyes with Conjunctivitius Curses an' they dropped me straightaway- bu' we were in trouble then, 'cause we'd used magic against 'em, an' that's what giants hate abou' wizards. We had ter leg it an' we knew there was no way we was going ter be able ter march inter camp again."

"Blimey, Hagrid." Ron said.

"So how come it's taken you so long to get home if you were only there for three days?" Hermione asked.

"We didn' leave after three days! Dumbledore was relyin' on us!" Hagrid said, looking a bit outraged at the suggestion.

"But you've just said there was no way you could go back!" Hermione pointed out.

"Not by daylight, we couldn', no. We just had ter rethink a bit. Spent a couple 'o days lyin' low up in the cave an' watchin'. An' wha' we saw wasn' good."

"Did he rip off more heads?" Hermione said, sounding like she was going to be sick.

"No. I wish he had." Hagrid said grimly.

"What d'you mean?" I asked, frowning. Hagrid wasn't normally a violent person.

"I mean we soon found out he didn't object ter all wizards- just us." Hagrid said a bit bitterly.

"Death Eaters?" Harry and I asked together.

"Yep. Couple of 'em were visitin' him ev'rey day, bringin' gifts ter the Gurg, an' he wasn' dangling them upside down."

"How d'you know they were Death Eaters?" Ron asked curiously.

"Because I recognized one of 'em. Macnair, remember him? Bloke they sent ter kill Buckbeak?" Hagrid growled. "Maniac, he is. Likes killin' as much as Golgomath, no wonder they were gettin' on so well."

"So Macnair's persuaded the giants to join You-Know-Who?" Hermione asked.

"Hold yer hippogriffs, I haven' finished me story yet! Me an' Olympe talked it over an' we agreed, jus' cause the Gurg looked like favorin' You-Know-Who didn' mean all of 'em would. We had ter try an' persuade some o'the others, the ones who hadn't wanted Golgomath as Gurg."

"How could you tell which ones they were?" I asked curiously, storing all the information away for later.

"Well, they were the ones bein' beaten to a pulp, weren' they? The ones with any sense were keepin' outta Golgomath's way, hidin' out in caves roun' the gully jus' like we were. So we decided we'd go pokin' round the caves by night an' see if we couldn't persuade a few o' them."

"You went poking around dark caves looking for giants?" Ron asked, and there was a tone of respect in his voice.

"Well, it wasn't the giants who worried us most. We were more concerned abou' the Death Eaters. Dumbledore had told us before we wen' not ter tangle with 'em if we could avoid it, an' the trouble was they knew we was around- 'spect Golgomath had told him abou' us. At night when the giants were sleepin' an' we wanted ter be creepin' inter the caves, Macnair an' the other one were sneakin' round the mountaisn lookin' fer us. I was hard put to stop Olympe jumpin' out at them. She was rarin' ter attack 'em... She's somethin' when she's roused, Olympe... Fiery, yeh know... 'spect it's the French in her..." He said, his lips twitching behind is large beard. I smiled. That was freaking adorable.

"So what happened?" Harry asked after a few seconds. "Did you ever get near any of the other giants?"

"What? Oh... oh yeah, we did. Yeah, on the third night after Karkus was killed, we crept outta the cave we'd bin hidin' in and headed back down inter the gully, keepin' our eyes skinned fer the Death Eaters. Got inside a few 'o the caves, no go- then, in abou' the sixth one, we found three giants hidin'."

"Cave must've been cramped." Ron commented.

"Wasn' room ter swing a kneazle." Hagrid said.

"Didn't they attack you when they saw you?" Hermione asked.

"Probably woulda done if they'd bin in any condition, but they were badly hurt, all three o' them. Golgomath's lot had beatn 'em unconscious; they'd woken up an' crawled inter the nearest shelter the could find. Anyway, one o' them had a bit of English an' 'e translated fer the others, an' what we had ter say didn' seem ter go down too badly. So we kep' goin' back, visitn' the wounded. . . I reckon we had abou' six or seven o' them convinced at one poin'."

"Six or Seven? Well that's not bad-" Ron started but I interrupted him.

"You said at one point, Hagrid?"

"Golgomath's lot raided the caves. The ones tha' survive didn' wan' no more ter do with us after that." Hagrid said sadly.

"So. . . so there aren't any giants coming?" Ron asked, sounding extremely disappointed.

"Nope, but we did wha' we meant ter do, we gave 'em Dumbledore's message an' some o' them heard it an' I 'spect some o' them'll remember it. Jus' maybe, them that don' want ter stay around Golgomath'll move outta the mountains, an' there's gotta be a chance they'll remember Dumbledore's friendly to 'em. . . Could be they'll come. . ."

Snow was piling up outside. I wished I'd remember to cover our footprints. Luckily, mine would only show up as cat paws. They'd probably be covered by now anyways. Of course, that would leave awkward questions for the others to ask.

"Hagrid?" Hermione asked.

"Mmm?"

"Did you. . . was there any sign of. . . did you heart anything about your. . . your. . . mother while you were there?" she asked hesitantly. I got up and crept over to the back door, ready to slip out. Hagrid wasn't paying attention to me.

"Dead. Died years ago. They told me." Hagrid grunted.

"Shh!" I hissed, slipping out the back door and closing it softly and immediately becoming a cat. They were quiet inside and then there was a knock on the front door.

There was a crash as Hermione dropped her mug and Fang barked. I could just barely hear Harry say, "Get under here." But since it was through my cat ears, I desperately hoped that Umbridge hadn't heard her.

"So." I heard Professor Umbridge said very loudly. "You're Hagrid, are you? Get away." She snapped. I sprung up on the windowsill, peering through the curtain. She had hit Fang with her handbag.

"Er- I don' want ter be rude, but who the ruddy hell are you?" Hagrid asked.

"My name is Dolores Umbridge." I heard her say.

"Dolores Umbridge? I thought you were one o' them Ministry- don' you work with Fudge?" Hagrid quickly changed whatever he was going to say.

"I was Senior undersecretary to the Minister, yes. I am now the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher-"

"Tha's brave of yeh, there's not many'd take tha' job anymore-" Hagrid said, nearly congratulating her.

"-and Hogwarts High Inquisitor." Umbridge finished, completely ignoring him.

"Wha's that?" Hagrid asked.

"Precisely what I was going to ask." Umbridge said.

"Oh." Hagrid said. "oh, tha' was... was Fang. He broke a mug. So I had ter use this one instead."

"I heard voices." Umbridge said.

"I was talkin' ter Fang."

"And was he talking back to you?"

"Well. . . in a manner o' speakin'. I sometimes say Fang's near enough human-"

"There are three sets of footprints in the snow leading from the castle doors to your cabin." Umbridge said.

"Well, I on'y jus' got back. Maybe someone came ter call earlier an' I miss 'em."

"There are no footsteps leading away from your cabin door."

I hissed.

"Well I. . . I don' know why that'd be. . . Erm. . ."

Umbridge walked around the cabin, opening cupboard doors by the sound of it. Though I was still on the windowsill ledge, I wasn't looking through in case she saw me and tried to open it. It was where Harry, Ron, and Hermione were standing under the invisibility cloak.

"What has happened to you? How did you sustain those injuries?" She asked.

"Oh, I. . . had a bit of an accident." Hagrid said lamely. I hissed again, closing my large green eyes.

"What sort of accident?"

"I- I tripped."

"You tripped?"

"Yeah, tha's right. Over. . . over a friend's broomstick. I don' fly, meself. Well, look at the seiz o' me, I don' reckon there's a broomstick that'd hold me. Friend o' mine breeds Abraxan horses, I dunno if you've ever seen 'em, big beasts, winged, yeh know, I've had a bit of a ride on one o' them an' it was-"

"Where have you been?" Umbridge interrupted him shortly.

"Where've I. . .?"

"Been, yes. Term started more than two months ago. Another teacher has had to cover your classes. None of your colleagues has been able to give me any information as to your whereabouts. You left no address. Where have you been?"

"I- I've been away for me health." Hagrid said after a moment of thinking.

"For your health." Umbridge repeated.

"Yeah, bit o'- o' fresh air, yeh know-"

"Yes, a gamekeeper fresh air must be so difficult to come by." Umbridge said. Her voice had changed again- back to the wicked sweet.

"Well- change o' scene, yeh know-"

"Mountain scenery?" Umbridge asked in a swift, pouncing voice.

"Mountains? Nope, South of France fer me. Bit o' sun an'. . . an' sea." It wasn't a lie either, he'd been in France.

"Really? You don't have much of a tan." Umbridge finished.

"Yeah. . . well. . . sensitive skin." Hagrid said.

"I shall, of course, be informing the Minister of your late return." Umbridge said in a cooler voice.

"Righ'."

"You ought to know too that as High Inquisitor it is my unfortunate but necessary duty to inspect my fellow teachers. So I daresay we shall meet again soon enough."

"You're insepctin' us?" Hagrid repeated blankly.

"Oh yes. The Ministry is determined to weed out unsatisfactory teachers, Hagrid. Good night." I heard her close the door behind her.

"She's goin' back ter the castle." Hagrid said after a moment. "Blimey inspectin' people, is she?"

"Where's Elizabeth gone off too?" Hermione asked. I jumped from the windowsill, became a person again and headed back into the cabin.

"Sorry for disappearing like that." I said. "But I knew I wouldn't fit under the invisibility cloak."

"Good thinking." Harry said. "And to answer your question Hagrid, yeah. Trelawney's on probation already. . ."

"Um. . . what sort of thing are you planning to do with us in class, Hagrid?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, don' you worry abou' that, I've got a great load o' lessons planned. I've bin keepin' a couple o' creatures saved fer yer O.W.L. year, you wait, they're somethin' really special." Hagrid said enthusiastically."

"Erm. . . special in what way?" Hermione asked.

"I'm not sayin'." Hagrid said happily. My stomach turned. "I don' want ter spoil the surprise."

"Look, Hagrid, Professor Umbridge won't be at all happy if you bring anything to class that's too dangerous-" Hermione started urgently.

"Dangerous? Don' be silly, I wouldn' give yeh anythin' dangerous! I mean, all righ' they can look after themselves-"

"Hagrid, you've got to pass Umbridge's inspection, and to do that it would really be better if she saw you teaching us how to look after porlocks, how to tell the difference between knarls and hedgehogs, stuff like that!" Hermione said earnestly.

"But tha's not very intrestin', Hermione. The stuff I've got's much more impressive, I've bin bring' 'em on fer years, I reckon I've got the on'y domestic herd in Britain-"

"Hagrid. . . please. . . Umbridge is looking for an excuse to get rid of teachers she thinks are too close to Dumbledore. Please, Hagrid, she's put Elizabeth in detention just because her dad's a werewolf. She's going to want to get rid of you. Please, Hagrid, teach us something dull that's bound to come up in our O.W.L. . ." she looked at me for backup. I shook my head.

"Hagrid's right. What he's teaching tomorrow isn't dangerous." I said. "And it really is a fascinating creature. But Umbridge is going to mess it all up. Hagrid, don't get flustered when the Slytherins answer her questions. Just ignore them and pretend not to hear them. Umbridge is going to insult you like she thinks your just some stupid half-giant. That's how she treats me."

"Look, don' you go worryin' abou' me, I promise yeh I've got really good stuff planned fer yer lessons now I'm back.. Now you lot had better get back to the castle, an' don' forget ter wipe yer footprints out behind yeh!"

"I dunno if you got through to him." Ron said as we walked back up to the castle, erasing our prints behind us.

"Then I'll go back again tomorrow. I'll plan his lessons for him if I have to. I don't care if she throws out Trelawney but she's not taking Hagrid!"

"What is his plans Elizabeth?" Harry asked in a concerned voice.

"Thestrals first." I said glumly. "But Umbridge is going to make out that hes' really stupid. The Slytherins of course, are going to be worse than usual and Hagrid's going to stutter a lot which will just make Umbridge make him out to be even stupider. And Thestrals aren't even dangerous. It'll be her bias against half-breeds." I finished bitterly. "I'm going to bed."

I went down a different corridor and turned into a cat when they were out of sight and went past the Hufflepuff common room back down to the dungeons. I closed the office door, locked it with my wand, and then turned back into a cat and hoped into bed. Severus was snoring and I curled up on his chest and fell asleep.

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[nehpihcs]

endless love and support

first year babies here

[adminbryantsaki]

Take Me To The Yule Ball.

Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Shouta Aizawa X Care of Magical Creatures Professor Y/n.

(I do not Own Shouta Aizawa/ Eraserhead or any of the other My Hero Academia characters mentioned in this story. I also don’t own any of the Harry Potter franchise or support J.K. Rowling in any way. I just like the stories she made though. Anyways, If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move on. Reader discretion is advised.)

TW: Harry Potter franchise themes, Romance, Aizawa is a werewolf, Chasing, illuding to monster fucking, teacher x teacher.

WC: 4,008

You were out in the fringe of the Forbidden Forest prepping for your first class of the year, when you heard a twig snap behind you, turning around to see what had approached you, you saw your co-worker and friend, Shouta Aizawa who was also a professor alongside you at the infamous Hogwarts school of witchcraft and Wizardry. He was wearing  a white dress shirt with a black waistcoat and slacks and a silvery-gray scarf that encircled his neck and shoulders, making him appear warm and cozy under his worn and tired face. The one thing that always caught your eye whenever you saw him in the hallways was the crescent moon shaped scar under his right eye. You had always wondered how he got it but you never got the courage to ask. You relaxed when you saw that it was only him and he walked closer to you. “Good afternoon, Y/n. I see you’re prepping for your first lesson, do you need any help?” He asked as leaned gently on his cane. “I have things under control. These are Bowtruckles. A safe creature that I want to show the first-years. They’ll love them. I plan to pass them out to some of the students for them to care for.” You said as you faced him with a few of the Bowtruckles hanging out on your shoulders and in your pockets, with one perched on your hand. The professor smiled as one of the creatures crawled over to his hand and cooed at him. You noticed that he looked tired and was really leaning into the support his cane gave him. “Shouta, what’s going on?” You asked him. He looked up at the sun which was beginning to go down and he looked back at you. “You’ll have to excuse me, Y/n. I must retire early. I’m afraid I’ll miss the sorting this year. I hope to see you after the meal though.” He told you before walking rather quickly back out of the forest and to the castle. This made you concerned but you didn’t pay much mind to the situation as you put the Bowtruckles away and carried them to the storage area for the Care of Magical Creatures professor to use for their class. You went into your hut and got changed for the evening’s events as the students from the previous years and a new crop of students would be arriving soon.

You entered the Great Hall, memories of your time there flooding back to you as you walked to the Professor’s table and took your seat. You looked around at the other Professors wondering where Shouta was. Then you remembered that he said that he would have to retire early and not be there that evening. You felt a little bummed out but you were excited to see the new group of students get sorted. You remember getting sorted, gladly going into the house you wanted to be in and sitting at the correct table and making new friends. You watched as the new students got sorted and you smiled when there was a new student in your former house. You listened to Headmaster Nezu give the announcements and telling the new students not to wander into the Forbidden Forest as there are dangerous creatures living there. You smiled as you’d be there taking care of your creature before going to bed that evening.

Once the announcements were over, the food appeared and you dug into your favorites, saving some food to the side to give to Shouta later as sometimes you would go and check on him in his study on the first school nights of the year. It was a sort of tradition the two of you had. You folded up your napkin after you finished your meal and you went out of the Great Hall and down to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom where you swore you heard the howls of what could be a man in serious pain or that of a wolf lonely and searching for a mate. You pulled your wand out, pocketing the food, and trying the knob to see if you could enter. The door was locked but you were worried about your friend. You unlocked the door and entered the room, seeing the classroom set up with all the desks in rows. You heard groans of pain and howls coming up from his study. You ran up the stairs and knocked the door down, only to see a werewolf, bound in silver chains and the Charms Professor by his side. “Y/n! What are you doing here?” “I came to give Shouta this.” You spoke and pulled the napkin of food out. The Charms professor took it. “I’ll give him this later. You need to go. Don’t tell anyone you saw this.” He spoke and closed the door behind him.

You didn’t know what to think or do. You ran out of the castle and to the edge of the Forest where your hut resided and slammed the wooden door behind you and locked it. You hid in your bedroom and processed what you saw. No need to doubt yourself, you had seen a werewolf in Shouta’s office. Hizashi, the Charms Professor has been in the room with him. Why didn’t you see the signs earlier? You knew that he typically left the castle to take up a room in Hogsmeade for a few nights that you now know always happened to take place during the full moon and Hizashi always went with him. When the pair came back, Shouta would always look like he didn’t get a wink of sleep. You noticed that he looked tired earlier but he still came to see you even in his exhausted state which you appreciated.  Your mind swirled with thoughts as to why you didn’t notice that he was a werewolf earlier. You wanted to tell someone about this but Hizashi told you not to tell anyone. You remembered that word got out that one of the teachers was a werewolf, there would be certain people trying to get him fired with the reasoning that “A werewolf is a danger to the students.” You stopped pacing and went to your friend who was the potions professor at the school and knocked on their door. “Oh! Y/n, What brings you to my door this night? It’s pretty late now.” They spoke.

“I know, I know.

There’s something I need to tell you but you can’t tell anyone else at all. You know I wouldn’t come to you if it wasn’t important.” You told them with urgency. The Potions professor nodded and let you inside their apartment, locking the door, and putting up a silencing charm to keep away any eavesdroppers before turning to you. “Now what is so urgent that you must tell me? They asked as you sat down in one of the chairs in the living room of their house. “Shouta. The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? He’s a werewolf and clearly doesn’t have a Wolfsbane potion. You’re close to Belby if I remember correctly. I need you to contact them or somehow acquire a set of Wolfsbane Potion for him. I care about him very much. He’s my friend.”

You spoke. Your friend thought for a moment. “Y/n. You know how expensive those ingredients are and that the Ministry watches the actions of the Werewolves in Britain!” They spoke.

“I am aware of that. Didn’t you forget that I’m also the Care of Magical Creatures professor? This can be apart of my job. I would go to the market but a Wolfsbane Potion isn’t exactly on every witch or wizard’s weekly shopping list.” You responded. Your friend turned to the fireplace to think then an idea popped into their mind. “You could get him a silver ring or necklace. It won’t harm him.” “but it won’t neutralize the wolf side during the full moon.”

“Silver can kill a werewolf if there is prolonged exposure.” You recounted. “Then the jewlery is out. Give me some time and I can try to contact my supplier for the right ingredients and have a dose ready for his next cycle.” Your friend told you. You gave a sigh of relief and thanked them before leaving and heading to your home on the edge of the forest.

 Soon, there was only a week until the Yule ball. You hadn’t been asked to go by anyone as you guessed because you’re one of the teachers and it would be inappropriate for a student and a teacher to go to the ball together.

It had been a month since you gave Shouta his first round of Wolfsbane potion he had in a while. He even invited you to stay with him the next time he transformed to see if the potion worked. As a Magizoology professor, you jumped at the chance to see him in his transformed state. The two of you planned for him to move out to your hut a couple nights before the next full moon would happen. Little did you know, that the next full moon would be starting the night of the Yule ball.

You were walking down the hall to his classroom to ask him to the Yule Ball when you bumped into him. “I didn’t see you there. Are you alright?” He asked as he guided you out of the main walkway and up into his classroom. “I’m fine. I was coming to ask you something.” You spoke as he let you into his office where the two of you sat down and he made tea for the both of you. “I was going out to find you to ask you something as well. But you go ahead, my dear.” He spoke before sitting down and listening to you. “I wanted to know if you’d like to go to the Yule Ball with me?” You blurted out. He looked up from his cup of tea and set down his cup back on the desk before responding. You froze, thinking he had already been asked by another one of the teachers already and you could feel your heart sinking down into your gut.

“How odd. I was going to ask you the same thing, Y/n.” He said with a small smirk teasing at the corners of his mouth. This made your heart leap back into your chest and you looked back at him. “What do you say? Shall we go together?” He asked.

“Yes. I’d love to.” You responded. The professor across from your smiled. “I’ll pick you up a couple hours before the ball. Then we can have some dinner and talk for a while. Does that sound good?” He spoke. “Works for me. I’ll see you then. I’ll be in the Potion professor’s place getting ready so I don’t get my clothes dirty.” You responded before standing up and leaving his classroom, just in time for lunch in the Great Hall. Shouta chuckled and watched as you left.

The day of the Yule ball came, you were in the bathroom of your Potion professor friend getting ready. You were messing with your hair as you couldn’t get it to behave. Your friend came into the bathroom and helped you out. “There you go. You don’t have to be so worried. He’s coming here to pick you up, You look lovely.” They spoke as to try and reassure you. You straightened part of your skirt as there was knocking at the door. “I’m coming!” Your friend spoke and left the bathroom to answer it. “Y/n! Your date is here!” They called out. You took a deep breath and left the bathroom, grabbing your wand and your purse before going into the living room where Shouta and your friend were talking while they waited for you. You entered the room seeing Aizawa in his dress robes which consisted of a black suit and a fluffy fur collar that made him look rather attractive. He turned to you,

his eyes widened and a faint blush formed on his cheeks. “You look… amazing, Y/n. I brought this for you.” He spoke and pulled out a corsage with your favorite flower in it and put the small arrangement on your wrist. “Okay you two, Go have fun. I won’t stay up for you, Y/n.” Your friend teased. You blushed and took Shouta’s arm before the two of you left to his room where he had a nice dinner of meat and potatoes with some asparagus on the side which had been prepared for the both of you. He pulled out your chair and let you sit down first before going to the other side and sitting down. “The meal looks lovely.” You told him before taking your first bite. “Thank you. I didn’t do this all on my own. I had some help from the House Elves in the kitchen. They deserve the thanks.” He spoke and ate as well.

Once the meal was finished, the two of you rose to your feet and headed to the door to head to the Great Hall where the Yule ball would be taking place.  You took Shouta’s arm and walked with him to the event. You noticed how he took the hallways that didn’t have windows or doorways to the outside parts of the castle. You grew curious about this. When you arrived at the Great Hall, you felt yourself get a little warm so you told him that you wanted to step outside for a moment to take in some cold air. When you managed to get outside to the courtyard, you looked up at the moon and your eyes widened “Oh shit.” You thought as you stared up at the full moon.  You hurriedly went back inside where your date was waiting for you in front of the doors to the Great Hall. “Why didn’t you tell me that tonight was a full moon? You didn’t have to come with me tonight.” You told him after you had pulled him aside from any listening ears. “I didn’t want to let you down. Besides, I took my potion this morning. You will have to thank your friend for being able to access them for me.” He responded. “That is very kind of you. It wasn’t my friend who brought up the idea of being able to get you the potions because of that stupid legislation that the Ministry put out a few years ago.” You told him. “It was you. I had a feeling in the back of my mind that you cared for me.” He said with a smile. “Yes, it was me. Now, we should head back to your office before you transform.” You spoke and began to lead him back to his office. “I’ll be fine as long as I’m not exposed to real moonlight. We should have some fun tonight. I’ll let you know when I get tired and we can head either back to my office or yours. What do you say, kitty?” He suggested as he took your hand. You felt your face flush bright red and you nodded slowly. “I think that my place will be better. Then your howls won’t disturb anyone much from my hut by the forest.” You spoke. He nodded. “Sounds like a plan then.” He told you as the both of you entered the Hall in time for the first dance of the night.

Hours passed and soon the ballroom dancing died off as the band which was led by the charms professor came out and rocked out with the students. Around this time, Shouta came over to you, giving you the signal, that it was time to leave. He looked pale and a bit exhausted. You gathered your things and followed him out of the Great Hall and through a series of halls before the two of you exited the Castle and were headed to your home by the forest. You were moving quickly, not noticing that Shouta had already began to transform. You heard his grunts of pain turn into howls.

“Y/n…” He panted. “Run.” He spoke. You didn’t hesitate and you ran to your hut, barricading the door behind you and hiding in your bedroom closet with your wand out, ready to stun whatever would be coming after you.  There was a moment of silence before you heard claws scraping along the wood and stone structure of your home. You shut your eyes tightly and took some deep breaths as the scraping made it’s way around your hut to the back door where it paused. You cursed under your breath as you forgot to barricade that door. You watched as the doorknob turned and the wooden door swung open, letting the moonlight bathe the inside of your bedroom. You heard the low, raspy pants of the werewolf outside your home, sniffing the air, then giving a growling chuckle and entering. You held your breath as you watched through the crack of your wardrobe the creature searched for you. 

“Where are you? You can’t be far. I can smell you rather close. Please come out. I won’t hurt you.” He spoke as he went into your living area. You took the chance to slowly sneak out of your wardrobe, only to have creature turns. “There you are.” He growled and lunged at the closet but you had darted out and was making a beeline for the back door but you were too slow for the werewolf as his large, clawed hand wrapped around your waist and yanked you back inside. You screamed out, hoping that someone patrolling the grounds would hear you and come to our rescue. You knew that there wasn’t much to fear as you had seen Shouta downing his potion at breakfast. But you still had to be careful. You would follow the guidelines you learned when you were majoring in Care of Magical Creatures about werewolves and were to approach them with extreme caution when they were in their wolf state.

“Let me go!” You called out and beat at his hand. “Y/n! Calm down. I took my potion this morning. I am fine. I won’t hurt you unless the wolf takes over.” He spoke into your ear which sent chills down your spine.

“That’s why I’m saying you need to let me go before you hurt me!” You told him and wiggled in his grasp until he let you go. You scrambled to your bed and pointed to your wand at him as you had begun to breathe heavily as you were watching him closely. He looked a little surprised as you had your wand pointed at him. “Y/n? Are you ok? You know I won’t hurt you.”

“I know but this is for both of our safety. Stupefy.” You spoke and stunned the werewolf across from you who fell onto your floor out cold. You looked at his sleeping form and poked him with your wand to make sure he was out cold before you got off your bed and tied him to the giant chair in your living room before you set yourself up at the dining table ready to watch him all night.

You allowed yourself to change out of your dress into something more comfortable and sitting back down with a cup of tea and the papers from your last class to grade them. Hours passed, you found yourself growing sleepy at your dining table. You shook your head as you were trying your hardest to stay awake. You glanced over at the chair where Shouta was and he was still sitting there but now he was awake and looking at you. You jumped in your seat and gripped your wand. “I wondered when you’d wake up.” He spoke with a sly grin. You pointed your wand at him. “Don’t try anything. If you do, I’ll stun you again.” You spoke and went back into reading over a paper that one of your students did on Nifflers. “Alright. I won’t try anything. What are you reading?” He asked. “It’s a paper for an assignment that I gave out a couple days ago for the students to learn about different creatures. They were to pick a tamable creature and write a roll of parchment on the creature. This one wrote about Nifflers and they did a good job.” You told him. “I sometimes give assignments like that with my class as there are more dangerous creatures in my field of work.” He said quietly. You picked up that he had hesitated on asking you something so you asked him instead. “Do you need me to cover for you this week?” You asked as you graded the paper you were reading. “How did you know?” He asked. “I can read your emotions. And you hesitated to ask me. You also need a substitute because there is no way you’re leaving this hut until this cycle is over.” You spoke as you began to read over the next paper in your pile. “That is very nice of you. I’ve been planning to teach them about werewolves.” He responded. “I can do that.” You told him with a smile. He yawned and shook his head. “Do you want to lay down?” You asked him as you stood up. “Yes. Can you help me out of this rope?” He asked. You nodded and walked over to untie him. “I can sleep in front of the fireplace.” He spoke as he lumbered over and curled up in front of the blazing fire. You got him a blanket and laid it over his body before going to bed yourself.

The next morning you emerged from your bedroom to find Shouta in his human form now passed out in front of the fireplace where the last few embers still glowed from the night before. You smiled to yourself and went to your small kitchen and made up some eggs and coffee. As you were cooking, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist and a gentle kiss be placed on the side of your neck.

“Good morning, Shouta.” You spoke as you plated the scrambled eggs and handed him a plate. “Good morning, Y/n. Thank you for the food.” He spoke and sat down at the table. You joined him with two mugs of coffee and your own plate of food. The two of you ate in silence for a while before Shouta spoke up. “Last night was interesting.” He spoke. You nodded and

Took a sip of your coffee. Shouta grabbed your hand and smiled. “Y/n… there’s something else I’d like to ask you.” He spoke. “What is it?” “I want you to be my mate. We can bond at my next cycle if you’d like.” He told you. You looked up at him with shock even though deep inside you were excited beyond all measure. “I’d love to be your mate.” You responded.

With that, you now enjoyed your morning with your new partner, just being in each other’s presence, thinking on how you will tell your potion professor friend and how long the students and the rest of the staff will catch on… You two did leave the Yule ball the night before together in a rush.

The end.

[mrs-sharp]

Love how they look at each other.

And the little goofy floofballs.

[thesleepingdemonofhogwarts]

The Acromantula is a truly remarkable yet terrifying creature that inhabits the darker regions of the magical world. Known for its massive size, intelligence, and lethal venom, the Acromantula is a giant spider-like creature originally native to the dense rainforests of Borneo. Its fierce, predatory nature and unique features make it both a marvel and a menace in magical biology.

Physical Characteristics

Acromantulas are enormous arachnids, with leg spans reaching up to fifteen feet or more in mature specimens. They have thick, black, hairy bodies covered in a coarse, spiny fur that protects them from external threats and helps them blend into the shadowed environments they prefer. Acromantulas have eight jet-black eyes that gleam with a sinister intelligence, allowing them to detect even the slightest movement in their surroundings.

Their fangs are formidable weapons capable of piercing armor and injecting a powerful venom that immobilizes prey almost instantly. This venom is one of the most valuable—and dangerous—substances in the magical world, used in a variety of potent potions. Additionally, Acromantulas produce large amounts of thick, sticky silk, which they use to create elaborate webs and burrows, often to ensnare prey or reinforce their lairs.

Behavior and Intelligence

The Acromantula is more than a simple predator; it possesses a high level of intelligence and, remarkably, the ability to understand human speech. Some individuals can even produce basic, raspy speech, although their vocal abilities are limited and usually reserved for rudimentary communication within their species. This intelligence makes them unique among magical creatures, as they can understand commands, recognize threats, and even exhibit a sense of loyalty or revenge.

Acromantulas are social creatures that live in colonies, usually led by a dominant male or female. These colonies operate with a primitive social hierarchy, and younger or weaker members are often used as expendable hunters or sentries. They are highly protective of their young and will fiercely defend their nest against intruders. When hunting, Acromantulas are silent, strategic, and patient, preferring to ambush prey rather than chase it.

Ecology and Habitat

Originally from the rainforests of Southeast Asia, where they thrive in warm, humid environments, Acromantulas are well-adapted to a variety of habitats and have been known to survive in cooler climates if their nesting conditions are maintained. Their preferred habitats are dense, uninhabited forests where they can construct large, hidden nests without human interference. Due to their voracious appetites and large colonies, Acromantulas often decimate local wildlife populations, preying on birds, mammals, and even larger magical creatures.

Their ability to adapt has led to sightings in various locations worldwide, although these colonies are usually removed or relocated due to the dangers they pose to both the magical and non-magical communities.

Magical Properties and Uses

The venom of the Acromantula is extremely potent and highly prized in magical medicine and potion-making. It is a vital ingredient in certain potions that require paralyzing agents or venom-based healing properties. However, harvesting the venom is extremely dangerous, and its rarity makes it one of the most expensive magical ingredients available.

Acromantula silk is another valuable byproduct. It is exceptionally strong, yet delicate, and is sometimes woven into protective garments for added strength. While not as widely used as dragon hide or basilisk skin, Acromantula silk has found its way into certain high-end wizarding attire and magical crafting due to its durability.

Interaction with Wizards and Care

Given their lethal nature, few wizards dare to approach, let alone attempt to care for, Acromantulas. These creatures are classified as highly dangerous, and breeding them is strictly prohibited under magical law. However, some wizards, such as magical creature researchers and handlers, have attempted to raise or study young Acromantulas under controlled conditions to understand their behavior and study the uses of their silk and venom.

Despite these limited cases, most magical communities view Acromantulas with a mix of fear and respect, aware of both their intelligence and their lethal capabilities. They are highly territorial and can react aggressively if their nests are disturbed or if they perceive a threat, making them particularly dangerous in any situation outside of captivity.

Control and Safety Measures

Due to the threat they pose, specialized methods have been developed to control Acromantula populations if colonies are discovered near human settlements. Repelling charms and protective barriers are often placed around high-risk areas, and in cases where Acromantulas threaten non-magical communities, teams of magical enforcement specialists are called upon to relocate or, if necessary, eliminate the colony.

Encountering an Acromantula in the wild is a rare but daunting experience for any witch or wizard. The best advice in such situations is to remain calm, avoid sudden movements, and carefully back away, as even the slightest provocation can trigger an attack. The Acromantula’s intelligence means it often recognizes when it has the advantage and is unlikely to be deterred by intimidation tactics alone.

In summary, the Acromantula is a creature both revered and feared, embodying a blend of lethal ferocity and cunning intelligence unmatched by most magical creatures. While few wizards would wish to meet one face-to-face, the Acromantula continues to fascinate magical researchers and potion-makers for the rare and valuable gifts it offers—at a considerable risk to life and limb.

“Acromantula M.O.M. Classification: XXXXX The Acromantula is a monstrous eight-eyed spider capable of human speech. It originated in Borneo, where it inhabits dense jungle. Its distinctive features include the thick black hair that covers its body; its legspan, which may reach up to fifteen feet; its pincers, which produce a distinctive clicking sound when the Acromantula is excited or angry; and a poisonous secretion. The Acromantula is carnivorous and prefers large prey. It spins dome-shaped webs upon the ground. The female is bigger than the male and may lay up to one hundred eggs at a time. Soft and white, these are as large as beach balls. The young hatch in six to eight weeks.”

“Acromantula eggs are defined as Class A Non-Tradeable Goods by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, meaning that severe penalties are attached to their importation or sale. This beast is believed to be wizard-bred, possibly intended to guard wizard dwellings or treasure, as is often the case with magically created monsters. 1 Despite its near-human intelligence, the Acromantula is untrainable and highly dangerous to wizard and Muggle alike. Rumours that a colony of Acromantula has been established in Scotland are unconfirmed.”

1. Beasts capable of human speech are rarely self-taught; an exception is the Jarvey. The Ban on Experimental Breeding did not come into effect until this century, long after the first recorded sighting of an Acromantula in 1794.

— Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them: Illustrated edition (172 JEUNESSE) by J.K. Rowling, Newt Scamander

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