#Harry Potter fan fic

[sevenhusbandsofyn]

"𝐈 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮"

I OWN YOU | BOYFRIEND! TOM RIDDLE X READER | IMAGINE |  PAIRING: Boyfriend!Tom Riddle x Reader

SYNOPSIS: your boyfriend mouths something to you and your friends become curious about what he said. WORD COUNT: 352 WARNING(S): Dirty Talk? shocked besties, flirting.

AUTHORS NOTE: Saw a Mattheo version on tiktok and decided to write a Tom version.

The dimly lit Slytherin common room Y/N sat on a plush couch, sandwiched between her boyfriend, Tom Riddle, and Draco Malfoy, Theo Nott, and Blaise Zabini. The atmosphere was light-hearted, in stark contrast to Tom's typically reserved demeanor.

As they chatted and shared stories, Y/N couldn't help but notice Tom leaning in close, his lips moving silently as he mouthed something to her. Draco, Theo, and Blaise, ever observant, caught the subtle exchange.

Draco leaned over to Y/N, a mischievous glint in his gray eyes. "Did he just say 'I love you'?"

Y/N stifled a laugh, her gaze flickering to the intrigued trio. Theo and Blaise leaned in, eagerly awaiting her response. The prospect of Tom Riddle expressing love was a rare and intriguing occurrence, to say the least.

Y/N shook her head, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "No, he said, 'I own you.'"

Draco, Theo, and Blaise's eyes widened, their jaws nearly hitting the floor. They didn't know what shocked them more—the audacity of the phrase or the fact that Tom Riddle, known for his emotional restraint and lack of public displays of affection, had just smirked.

Tom observed the reactions of his friends with a self-satisfied grin, relishing the astonishment he had caused.

[sunburnhurts]

Bear lover || Cedric Diggory x fem!Reader

PART ONE PART TWO

Summary: Cedric and Y/n's parents are very close and they decide to go on a camping trip. Y/n and Cedric don't know each other in school, their paths never cross so they don't know they go to the same school. They have only met before on one of their parents get together's, but this get together will be very different. (Pretend cedric has a younger brother lolll).

Words: 2,754

All My Stories

A/n: Hey guys! So I just was on a small vacation, and im about to go on another one, but i wanna post something before I leave bc idk how well tumblr works on my phone, but I also wanted to make a longer story. So there is no promise of me posting all of it, it might have to be 2 parts so im so sorry loll.

Y/n finishes packing everything she needs for her camping trip. Toothbrush, toothpaste, clothes, hairbrush... Y/n thinks as she places the items in her bag, making sure she has everything she needs. A quiet knock on her door almost distracts her, but she finished her train of thought before she answered the door.

"I need help getting my bag." Y/n's little brother, Aaron, looks up at her with glossy eyes which indicated he was frustrated at something.

"Yeah of course Ronnie." Y/n says as she bends down and picks up her 6 year old brother. "Why so sad?"

"Mom said I can't bring more then 2 stuffed animals to the trip." He says with a trembling lip. "But I wanna bring 3." After he said that, tears broke loose from his eyes, making him stuff his head into Y/n's neck.

"Hey, don't worry about it." Y/n gives her brother a squeeze and he looks up at her. "Just put one in my bag, mom and dad don't have to know." She whispers to him and a huge smile is revealed on his red face and he hugs his sister. Y/n hugs and puts him down to get the stuffed animal he wanted.

Aaron runs back with a stuffed bear and places it on Y/n's bed. He then holds Y/n's hand as they walk to his room to get his bag from the top of his closet. Y/n reaches up on her tippy-toes and grabs it.

"Are you excited to see Leo?" Y/n asks as she turns around and places the bag on the toddlers bed. Leo is Cedric's 6 year old brother. Y/n always thought it was funny how her family and Diggory's family had kids at the same time, like it was planned.

"Yes! I can't wait for me, you, Cedric, and Leo to all play together!" Aaron smiles.

Y/n chuckles and says, "Don't get your hopes up, me and Cedric wont be able to play the whole time, 3 weeks is a while you know." Hearing this, Aaron frowns at the girl with begging eyes. "I can't speak for Cedric but I promise to play with you as much as I can!"

"You better!" He pouts, walking over to Y/n and holds her hand again. "Can we have ice cream before we leave?"

Y/n sighs and thinks for a moment. "Pinky promise you wont tell mom and dad?" She holds out her pinky with her unoccupied hand.

"Promise!" He says as he latches his finger with Y/n's.

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Y/n leans over and takes her thumb and wipes the chocolate ice cream in the corner of Aaron's mouth. She rolls her eyes playfully at her messy little brother, who almost got the 2 caught. The Y/L/N family was all in the car, heading to the camp ground.

Y/n's parents were talking to each other about the plans for what to make for food. Her dad said something about eggs, which made Y/n think of eating breakfast. She then went into deep thought about the upcoming trip.

She then thinks about the last time Y/n has saw Cedric, which was 5 years ago. She saw the Diggory family quite a lot, Leo and Aaron had a playdate the other week, but not Cedric. He was always too busy with other things to come visit the Y/L/N family.

She thinks about how young they both were, 11 and tiny. She thinks about how different she looked from now, and how it will be the same for Cedric.

Back when Y/n was 11, she thought Cedric was too cool for her until he approached and befriended her. They were at Y/n's house and were playing the whole time. They had the time of their life. By the time it was time for the Diggory's to leave, the 2 young kids were begging their parents to let them have a sleep over. When their parents said no, they said goodbye, not knowing they wouldn't see each other for another 5 years.

Y/n wondered if Cedric ever thought about that time. She hoped he did, Y/n always wished she could see Cedric again. In her first year of Hogwarts, her mind would wonder off in the middle of class, thinking about what he was doing. Little did she know they were both in Hogwarts, but they never saw each other and their parents never talked about it to them.

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When the Y/L/N family arrives at the cabin, they notice the Diggory family wasn't there, so they decided to start unpacking the car. Y/n grabs both her and her brothers bags and walks into the cabin. She walks around, counting all the rooms and beds. 2 rooms for the parents, and 2 rooms which both had 2 beds for the kids.

Y/n places the bags on a table, unsure of where else to put them. As she does so, she hears a car turn into the cabin's rocky driveway. "Leo's here!" Aaron shouts, dashing to the front door. Nerves tingle Y/n's body as she waits for her old friend to reveal himself.

As Aaron opens the front door, the Diggory family stands right at the door with bags in their hands. Mr. and Mrs. Diggory's face light up as they see Aaron, who is holding the door open for them. The family walks into the cabin and says their hellos to everyone.

"Y/n! How have you been!" Mrs. Diggory says merrily and holds her arms out for a hug.

"I've been good! And yourself?" Y/n asks, returning her hug.

"I've been better, but I can't wait to spend the next 3 weeks with your family!" She responds, exiting the hug. "Cedric! Come say hi to Y/n! You guys haven't seen each other in forever!" Mrs. Diggory waves the boy over and Y/n gets a good look at him.

He is a lot different looking, his hair was longer, he was much taller, and much handsomer. Y/n wasn't afraid to admit that to herself, but certainly not to other people.

Cedric smiles and nods to the girl, saying, "Hey Y/n."

"Hey Cedric," Y/n returns the smile, "long time no see."

"Yeah, sorry about that, I've been super busy with school." Cedric laughs awkwardly as his mother walks away to say hi to the rest of Y/n's family, leaving the 2 alone.

Cedric looked into Y/n's eyes, taking in how much older she looks. More mature, tanner, and very pretty. Whenever his parents were talking about the Y/L/N family, he would always wonder how Y/n was doing. He felt bad for how much he couldn't see that family and he hoped they didn't think he was avoiding them.

"That's all right, I understand," Y/n gleams at the boy, "we have 3 weeks to catch up." Cedric lets out an airy laugh and nods as Y/n's parents come up to talk to Cedric.

As Cedric and Y/n's parents catch up about Cedric's life, Aaron and Leo run up to everyone. "Mom! Dad! Can me and Leo share a room!" Aaron says, interrupting whatever my Cedric was saying.

"As long as it's okay with Leo's parents." My mom says, fixing a hair on Aaron's head that was sticking up. She then looks to me and Cedric and says, "As long as it's okay with you guys to share a room too." Cedric and Y/n both look at each other and nodded in agreement.

"Yay!" The 2 young boys shout in union, running to one of the bedrooms.

Cedric finishes what he was saying before Aaron interrupted him, and Y/n grabbed Aaron and her bags and brought it to Ronnie's room. She then brings her bag to the other room and sets it on a random bed. She starts unpacking all her clothes, placing them in the empty drawer next to her bed. The 2 beds in the room were on opposite ends, both in corners. Y/n took the left bed, closest to a window.

Y/n finishes up unpacking as she hears the door open wider. She turns her head to the sound and sees Cedric walking into the shared room.

"Damn I wanted that bed." Cedric frowns playfully.

"Shoulda called dibs." Y/n says, shrugging her shoulders. Cedric snickers at the girl and walks over to the other bed. Y/n sits on her bed criss-crossed and watches as the boy starts unpacking his things. Y/n hears the voices of her and Cedric's moms entering the room, so she looks at them.

"Now kids," Mrs. Diggory starts as Cedric turns around and sits on his bed the same way Y/n is, "we know you kids are teenagers, but we are trusting you 2 to not do any-" She stops herself, not knowing a word to say.

"-'stuff'" Y/n's mom finishes. Y/n and Cedric share a look of disgust at their mothers.

"Momm." Y/n says shaking her head and looking away.

"I'm sorry Y/n, but as your mother I need to make sure I don't have a grandchild until I'm much older."

Y/n puts her elbows on her legs and buries her face in her hands. Cedric snorts at the situation, finding it funny how embarrassed Y/n is getting. Y/n hears his laugh and shoots her head at him. "This is not something to be laughing about!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Cedric laughs, putting his hands up in defense. Y/n rolls her eyes jokingly and laughs, looking at the 2 moms still standing at the door.

"They're so cute." Y/n and Cedric hears Cedric's mom whisper to Y/n's mom. After the 2 moms leave, Cedric and Y/n sit in silence for a few seconds. Cedric looks over at Y/n and sees something on her bed. He gets up and walks over to her, making Y/n look at him.

"Need a stuffed bear to sleep?" He asks, grabbing Aaron's bear and holding it up with a smirk. Y/n's face got flushed.

"No," Y/n gets up from her bed and reaches out for the stuffed bear, "it's Ronnies."

"Oh really? Then why was it in your bag?" He says, moving the bear out of reach.

"Because he could only bring 2 stuffed animals, but he wanted 3, so I packed one for him because I'm such a good sister." Y/n says, moving around to get the bear.

"That's a good fake story." Cedric teases. He knew it was true, but he found it funny annoying her about it.

"It's not fake! Ask Ron!" Y/n says defensively. She finally got a hold of the bear and Cedric let go, smirking.

"What ever you say, Bear lover!" Cedric walks away from the girl smiling into the room with the rest of the families. Y/n watches Cedric walk away and shakes her head, tossing the bear back on her bed and then following the boy into the kitchen.

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As the first day was ending, the Y/L/N and Diggory family sat around a fire made by Y/n's dad. Aaron and Leo were running around playing games with each other, Y/n and Cedric laughed at the 2 boys tiring themselves out. Y/n and Cedric were sitting next to each other on a bench facing the fire, making small talk about their lives.

"I'm glad we are on this trip, I don't know what I would be doing this summer." Y/n says, thinking about how she would have been in her room all day.

"Me too," Cedric says as he turns his head to look at Y/n, "I would probably hang with the Weasley's and loose my mind."Y/n looks up at him and laughs, thinking about the crazy Weasley twins.

Aaron runs up to the Y/n and begs, "Can we play hide and seek pleeeeaassee?" Y/n and Cedric look at each other and share a "why not" look.

"Yeah sure, Ronnie. I'll start counting, you guys can hide." Y/n says, purposfully leaving Cedric with the 2 younger boys.

Cedric shakes his head at the girl, "How dare you leave me with them."

"Shoulda called dibs!" Y/n says, watching as Cedric gets dragged by the hands of Aaron and Leo. She covers her eyes with her hands and start counting quietly. "1.. 2.. 3...." Once she got to 30, she gets up and walks away from the fire, feeling the coldness of the night air.

Y/n walks around the semi-dark yard, approaching a set of trees. She spots a yellow shirt peeking from behind a tree, just like the shirt Cedric's little brother was wearing. "Hmm, I wonder where Leo is," She says as she peeks behind the tree.

Leo looks up at Y/n and says, "How did you find me!"

"Lucky guess?" Y/n says as she reaches out for his hand. "I don't want you getting lost in the woods." Leo nods and latches his hand in the girls hand. "Do you know where Ronnie is?" Leo smiles, pulling Y/n over to a tall tower of logs.

Before she could peek behind the logs, a tall figure jumps out at the girl saying, "Boo!"

"AH!" Y/n says quickly before covering her mouth. She looks up at the figure, identifying it as Cedric and slaps his arm. "Do not do that!" The boy laughs and places a hand on the girls shoulder.

"Don't be such a scardy cat." He says as the girl smiles and shoves his hand off her shoulder.

"Whatever." She responds. Aaron walks out behind the pile of logs laughing at his older sister, causing his hair to get ruffled by the older girl.

After more rounds of hide and seek, it was time to go inside and get ready for bed. The adults were putting their youngest children to bed, and Cedric and Y/n were getting ready for bed. Y/n was changing into her pajamas in the bathroom, and Cedric was changing in the bedroom.

Once Cedric was done changing, he walks over to Y/n's bed, picking up the stuffed bear. "I see you kept your brothers bear." He says loud enough for Y/n to hear.

"Oh, I guess I forgot to give it to Ronnie." Y/n calls out, rolling her eyes at the boy.

"Mhmm," Cedric says in a sarcastic tone, taking the stuffed bear over to his side of the room. He sits on his bed with the bear in hand and looks down at it. Y/n opens the bathroom door and looks over at Cedric.

"Oh so now you want the bear?" Y/n jokes as she walks over to her bed.

Cedric nods, "Yeah it's actually a pretty cool bear, I don't think I could sleep without it now." Y/n shakes her head and goes under the covers.

"It's so cold in here." Y/n says aloud, not talking to anyone in particular.

"Put on a jumper." Cedric says, looking at the girl.

"I didn't pack one, I didn't think I would need it." Cedric pauses, then gets up and grabs one of his jumpers. He then tosses it to the girl and she gratefully accepts it. Cedric watches from his bed as the girl puts his jumper on and then goes back under the covers.

Y/n's mom and Cedric's mom peek their heads into the room, which catches the attention of Cedric and Y/n. "Goodnight kids." They both say.

"Goodnight mom." Y/n and Cedric say in union. The 2 moms turn the light off and closes the door. Y/n looks up at the ceiling, thinking about the eventful day, still tired from the long drive.

Cedric looks over at Y/n as he recalls a memory from when they were younger. "Remember when we were running around in your basement and you knocked into your mom's vase?"

Y/n turns her head to the boy, smiling at the memory. She was somewhat surprised that he remembered that. "You remember that?"

"Of course I remember, you have a scar on your arm in the exact spot you hit the table." Y/n's face turns red from how observant he was of the girl. "Did you ever get caught?"

Y/n turns her body to face the boy, responding with, "I said the cat knocked it over, but I don't think my mom believed it."

A breathy laugh came from Cedric and he adjusts his body to face Y/n. "Why haven't I ever seen you at Hogwarts?" Y/n asked. "Were you avoiding me?"

"How could I ever avoid THE Y/n Y/l/n?!" He jokes.

"That's what I was wondering!"

"I'm not sure why you haven't seen me, I'm at Quidditch most the time. Have you gone to any Hufflepuff matches?"

"I've gone to a few Gryffindor ones. I think I went to the one where Hufflepuff beat Gryffindor."

"You're welcome for that win." Cedric winks at Y/n.

"Wait," Y/n thinks for a moment, "you were the one that caught the snitch!" Cedric laughs and nods his head. "Wow I never knew I was in the presence of the king of Quidditch!"

"You might need to get my autograph or people wont believe you've met me!" Y/n snickers and turns her body to face the ceiling. "So Ms. Y/n, why have I not seen you at Hogwarts?"

"I'm not sure, I'm usually outside of my room, hanging with my friends."

"Maybe I've seen you, but not recognized you. You look a lot different you know." Cedric said, emphasizing the word "lot".

"In a good way, I hope." Y/n laughs.

"Yes," Cedric pauses for a second, still facing the girl. "in a good way."

Y/n smiles and says, "You look different too, you don't have those big glasses you used to have."

"You did not need to bring that up."

"Too late." Y/n smiles and blinks tiredly. There was a moment of silence before Y/n said, "Goodnight Cedric."

"Goodnight, bear lover." Cedric says, even though he is still holding the stuffed bear in his hand.

END OF PART 1

Not pre-read!

A/n: Hey guys! I'm going to be writing more tonight, but I can't promise to post it until I'm back from vacation, so I hoped you liked this! If it wasn't clear, Y/n and Cedric found out they went to the same school when they were talking at the fire. Thank you for reading and I'll be starting on the next part!

[lesservillain]

Coiled

Headmaster!Draco Malfoy x herbology professor!reader

Summary: More than a decade after the battle at Hogwarts, where Harry Potter saw to the end of the world’s most feared Wizard, Voldemort, the wizarding world has moved forward in relative peace.

Just like in the seats of the Ministry of Magic, the staff of Hogwarts has a seen change in staff over the last 12 or so years as the younger generation of Witches and Wizards take their places. The most notable being when Harry Potter himself returned after 5 years of traveling to take over as the permanent Defense against the Dark Arts teacher.

Like Harry, you’ve spent your years after graduation traveling and studying herbology. Your studies have made you a household name in wizarding Britain, but your most recent discoveries have your name starting to spread across the world.

Despite this, you were still surprised to receive such an invitation to interview as the new Herbology Professor after Sprouts retirement. As enticing as the offer sounds, are you truly ready for the way your life is about to change forever?

cw: Strangers to Lovers, two idiots in love, slight age gap (~7-8 years), Canon divergent (kinda?)Fred live/George dies, non-canon ships, basic understanding of the Potterverse. Each chapter will have its own individual warnings.

The Playlist(coming soon)

i. Time to Face the Change (coming soon)

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Olivia Rodrigo: Obsessed

Matteo Riddle

Summary. Obsession with matteos ex leads to jealous butthurt feelings. Go with your gut!!

Warning. jealousy. obsession. toxic. angst. cheating.

The loud music rang in my head, backgrounding my thoughts.

My eyes burned and my heart flouted.

I felt fuzzy, drenched with overwhelming feelings.

I drowned myself in strong drinks, covering the buthurt poker face away.

I frowned, my eyes followed him from the end of the room.

He can not be serious right now.

I analyzed every look she gave out, every thought she might have, every smile, every wink, every word.

I stared at her, I wanted to get hurt.

I look back to Matteo, I frown at the way he laughs, his eyes lingering.

I know they both have moved on, they don’t even talk.

My fists balled up and my dress pulled up.

I flipped my hair away, fixing my lipstick before walking off, my heels clacking the wet floor.

Matteo smiled once he noticed me, his hand going out to hold my hips.

I pulled his collar, pushing his back towards the wall.

I kissed him roughly, swallowing him whole.

With the way he kisses me I know he loves me but I can’t help it I got issues.

Making sure I marked him well enough with my red lipstick I pulled away.

I smiled, kissing his cheek sweetly, noticing her in my peripheral vision.

I raised my finger, pushing the stray lipstick back into place onto my lips.

I grazed my painted nails on his toned chest.

“I’ll see you in bed,” I made sure to be heard before walking off, “your room.” a clear smirk on my lips, picking up another drink on my way.

BONUS!!

“Are you serious Matteo!?” I screamed, pushing his body away from mine “She sleeps on my side of the bed hasn’t she?! You brought her into your room! Onto your bed!”

“Are you seriously arguing over the smell of perfume on your side? You're honestly mental ” He ran his hands through his hair, furrowing his brows as he got off of his bed.

“That’s not my perfume Riddle and you know it!” I groaned, pulling down my sleave.

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Masterlist

Writings, author and fic recommendations

Multi-Chapter (WIP)

🏔️ The In-Betweens (6th Year)

Multiple POV (Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione). 115k+ words. Harry/Ginny. Ron/Hermione. Canon-compliant HBP missing moments, emotional landscaping, expansion on canon.

Short Fics

💫 One Shots

Missing Moments: The In-Betweens (6th Year): moments outside the main narrative Go With Grace: Ginny HBP/DH missing moment Holy Ground: Hinny, post-DH, Ginny's graduation Hush: Hinny, godfather!Harry

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Star: Hinny HBP missing moment Believe: Hinny HBP missing moment Secret: Ginny DH missing moment Stop: Ginny, motherhood Cheer: Potter family fluff Freeze: Potter family fluff

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Not From Others by FloreatCastullum Might Discuss the Match by FloreatCastullum Quidditch Is For Losers by GinFizz Ginny Weasley and the Half-Blood Prince by RRFang Orchards by Whinlatter Back to the Eclipse by thegirlwhowrites642 Twenty-Two Days by BrightlyBound

Thanks for reading! 🌤️

[lost-in-beacon-hills]

I just want to read a magical!Dudley AU in which he gets sorted into Slytherin. Harry still stays in Gryffindor. Draco befriends Dudley because it's very clear they both hate Harry.

I want to see Dudley dragged into the war. Vernon and Petunia face their own bigotry. To see how that would affect Dudley as a person and his relationship with Harry. See them freeze out their son giving him the Harry treatment, and watch Dudley slowly come to terms with how hatefully he was raised.

Even better if he finally comes around AFTER Cedrics death. He could believe Harry. Which would be made harder by Dracos decent into the Dark Arts and Death Eater mentality. One of Dudleys only friends suddenly turns against him. But it's not too much of a surprise because of all the mud blood rhetoric he spouts.

And then, just when he thinks it's getting easier, Harry has to run away to hide from Voldemort. Dudley has to hide and is mildly successful in doing so. But it leaves him shaken and guilty. And THEN when Harry's finally back he has to watch him die.

After everything he watches his cousin die for the greater good.

Idk just something to think about. I need Dudley Dursley redemption.

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Tony takes a deep breath of frigid air and slips the sunglasses on with fumbling fingers. And then, when his hands won’t stop trembling, won’t stop giving him away, Tony stuffs them into his pockets. Pretending for the world that he isn’t falling apart, because that’s what he’s supposed to do.

(Or: Nine times that Tony Stark's hands shook, and one time they held steady)

how long until spring (i miss you) by mindshelter

It’s nothing personal – they just didn’t know each other; she usually belonged in another sphere than him, in posh galas, dull board meetings, catching snatches of sleep on overseas flights. He was decades younger, a burst of energy and intelligence that Tony wanted to hone, nurture, and keep close to the ground for as long as he could.

So, when she approaches Peter on the lake house’s dock, both of them swathed in black and sorrow and asks if he wants to join her inside to see the message Tony left behind, he says no.

(set immediately after endgame.)

This Isn’t A Love Song, This Isn’t A Fable by rayrae118

Steve's not OK with people's perception of Captain America, no matter what he says or how much he pretends otherwise. It's like no one in this time period realizes that there's more to him than a spangly outfit. And yes, he's including the Avengers in that.

... or, the one where everything's all right, until it's not.

Series Held Together

First Fic: Held Together by Spiderwebs by TunaFishChris

Steve is not coping well in the twenty-first century. At all. Three months after the Chitauri invasion, he decides he's had enough.

But just as he's about to end it all, he runs into the new hero in town.

Welcome to Planet Queer by TunaFishChris

The Parkers have never really talked about sexuality of the LGBTQ+ community. Neither positive nor negative things. So Peter had hoped that when he told Aunt May that he prefers boys that she wouldn't do something drastic and out of the blue, like kick him out, as if she were a queerphobic Transformer.

Except now, he's on the street, and has no idea what to do next.

Luckily, the Avengers have his back.

(Un)Fortunate Circumstances by lomku

Or how Steve wakes up from the ice in the SHIELD facility, runs into Tony, and kind of kidnaps him in his bid for freedom.

Harry Potter

Hogwarts, to welcome you home by gedsparrowhawk (FaceChanger)

“You understand, Professor,” Harry began, after a moment, “that I don’t have my N.E.W.T.s. I never even finished seventh year. Between everything, I never had a chance the first time around, and then afterwards there didn’t seem to be much point. Hermione argued for it, of course, but I was so tired of Britain. So technically, I am completely unqualified for the position.”

“Quite a way to begin an interview, Mr. Potter,” McGonagall said, dryly.

Or, three years after the war, Harry Potter becomes Hogwarts' newest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

A Young Radical’s Guide to Love by Blamebrampton

Memories of the war are still fresh, which is all the excuse Decent People need to do appalling things. In this quietly waged conflict, Draco Malfoy is happy to be on the right side of things for once, and even happier to find he’s not alone.

Doing the Lamberto Walk by Blamebrampton

There are only three traditional choices for the cashed-up hero after victory. Harry Potter is too young to settle down and provide the wizarding world with a happy ending, and has too acute a sense of humour to spiral downwards into a spectacular flame-out. That leaves a life of good works. Choosing to lead it in Muggle Brixton comes with its own set of challenges, including Malfoys in the biscuit aisle.

The Spellmaker by SonnyGietzel

Latin; a dead language with no practical applications except perhaps the deciphering of old texts and as a particularly quaint party trick. Thankfully, as Harry finds out, Latin is not as dead as he was first taught when he decided to learn the language. It wouldn't have mattered anyway, of course; he loved Latin, and would have been proud to know it even had it been as useless as it was pretty. But in the world of Wizards, the world of Magic, Harry realizes his rare talent with words is particularly valuable, and allows him to use magic that no one's ever heard of, that no one's ever seen. But as time goes on, and he becomes more and more entangled in the webs spun by those around him, he starts to realize just how deep the magical rabbit hole goes and how dangerous power like his can be. All Harry had ever wanted was for the world to make sense.

[thebeesareback]

I am not a fan fiction person.

I know this is not going to make me a lot of friends on Tumblr.

I appreciate that lots of art and literature is inspired by other art and literature, as well as real life, mythology and religions. I think perhaps there's a scale, and on one end there's the cliched "my mum sold me to One Direction" and at the other end there's Wide Sargasso Sea. I love Wide Sargasso Sea.

Nevertheless, as a teenager in the early 2010s, I took a gander at AO3 and Wattpad. Some of the original stuff was pretty good! I did, however, also come across some Harry Potter smut. This included a sex scene between Sirius Black and an original character. The author took the time to describe the OCs underwear. It was a thong, fine, but in Griffindor colours.

TF?!

Where on *Diagon Alley* are you buying this? Did she go to Madam Milkins and have it custom made? Did OC make it herself? Did she scour M&S looking for exactly the right shade of gold?

This moment has lived rent free in my head for 13 years. I've done my time. 13 years. I want answers.

[hogwartseighthyear]

in fics where remus and/or sirius raise harry why do some people hate when they call him cub or pup like. i think it’s cute ☹️

[mostlynatur3]

My first try at book binding.

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Broken Promise || Cedric Diggory x fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n finds out about Cedric entering his name into the Goblet of Fire after she told him not to, and now they are having their first argument of their relationship.

Words: 707

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A/n: Hey guys I need requests bc I have no idea of what to write... I have drafts of things I wrote but idk what I think about them and I don't feel like re-writing it yet, so I need requests lol, but no smut. This idea is so basic so idk if anyone has already done this so if someone has just lmk!

"You must be joking." Y/n says, looking at her boyfriend who just suggested that he would put his name into the Goblet of Fire. Cedric casually brought it up in conversation while walking to breakfast, catching Y/n off guard.

"I'm not, Y/n. I want to represent Hogwarts in the tournament." Cedric says, while holding Y/n's hand.

"Cedric, you're going to get hurt or killed. Please promise me you wont put your name in the fire." Y/n pleads to her boyfriend while giving him a concerned look.

Cedric sighs and says, "Okay, I wont put my name in, I promise." He squeezes her hand and smiles at her.

Y/n smiles back and is glad she doesn't have to worry about him dying. The couple arrives in the Great Hall and they both part ways, Cedric going to the Hufflepuff table and Y/n going to the Gryffindor table.

~~~~~~~~~~~

"I hope Fred asks me, I don't want to go alone." Y/n's friend, Angelina, says as they walk to their shared class, talking about the upcoming ball.

"He better, he would be missing the time of his life if he doesn't." Y/n replies, thinking about if Cedric will ask her or if it's just a given that they are going together since they are dating.

"You're lucky, you have a built in date. And you're even luckier since it is Cedric Diggory!!" Angelina squeals. Just like every girl at Hogwarts, Angelina knew Cedric was a very good looking guy, and she was so happy when Y/n told her about Cedric asking her out.

Y/n chuckles at her friend, replying with, "I hope he asks me and he doesn't just assumes we are going together. Just because we are dating, I still want to be asked."

"He doesn't seem like the person to just assume, Y/n."

"You're right, I'm just over thinking it." Y/n gets quiet for a second, debating weather or not to bring up Cedric wanting to enter his name into the Goblet of Fire. Before she could bring it up, the Weasley twins approach the 2 friends.

"Ladies," George nods to both girls. Angelina and Y/n smile at them and nod back.

"Hey George, Fred," Y/n starts, confused at the random approach, "What's up?"

"Well, Freddie boy has something to ask Angelina." George says, nudging his brother.

"Um, would you like to go to the ball with me?" Fred asks shyly, which is very unlike him. Y/n smiles and looks at her best friend, waiting for her response.

"Yeah, of course Fred!" Angelina bursts into a big smile, her cheeks growing red. Fred takes a sigh of relief and untenses himself.

"Thank Godric, that would have been embarrassing if you said no." Fred smiles, causing the 3 to laugh.

George turns to Y/n and asks, "Did you know if Cedric is chosen you and him have to dance in front of the whole school?"

Unsure of what George is referring to, she asks, "What are you talking about?"

"If Cedric is chosen for the Triwizard Tournament, at the ball you and him will do a dance." Fred replies.

"But he's not putting his name in the Goblet of Fire?" It wasn't a question, but Y/n was very confused. The 4 friends shared the same puzzled look, unsure of the situation.

"But he just..." George starts.

"did put his name in, right after we tried to." Fred finishes, laughing. "You didn't know?"

"He promised me he wouldn't put his name in." Y/n says in a quieter tone, her heart sinking thinking about his broken promise. Her eye brows furrowed, her head becoming a bit fuzzy.

"Oh, I'm sorry Y/n." George says, rubbing Y/n's shoulder with a pity face.

"Oh, that stupid git." Angelina says, getting upset for her friend.

"He's not a git, he's just," Y/n starts, bringing a hand to her face and rubbing her eye and letting out a sigh, "I don't know."

"I'm sorry Y/n," Fred says with a the same pity look George has, "but we have to go." Angelina and Fred share a smile at each other and the twins leave.

"What are you going to do, Y/n?" Angelina questions as the 2 friends continue walking.

"I honestly don't know," Y/n thinks for a second before continuing, "it's just that he broke his promise. I wish he said something before doing it, like to warn me or something."

Angelina locks arms with her best friend trying to comfort her, "I didn't see Cedric as the type to break promises."

"Me neither." Y/n says, putting her head on her friends shoulder as they walked.

~~~~~~~~~~

It was now the end of the day and Y/n hasn't seen Cedric since breakfast. She wasn't avoiding him, but she also didn't want to see him.

Y/n is in the middle of writing an essay for one of her classes in the library when Cedric approaches her. He pulls out the chair next to her and sits in it, waiting for her to address him. When Y/n doesn't say anything and shows no attention to him, he knits his eyebrows and says, "What are you writing?" It was a stupid question but he wanted to start conversation.

"An essay." Y/n responds in a plain tone, not looking up from her paper. This behavior confuses Cedric even more.

"Y/n, love, what's wrong?" The oblivious boy asks. Y/n looks at him, with a face that shows she was shocked and upset.

"'What's wrong?' Are you seriously asking me that?" Y/n hisses at him. The boy just sits there confused until it hits him.

"So you heard what I did?" He says, referring to him putting his name in the Goblet. Y/n nods, obviously annoyed. His heart sinks a bit. "I'm sorry, Y/n." He looks at her sincerely. Y/n huffs a sigh and shakes her head.

"Why didn't you talk to me before you did it? I would be a lot less upset if you didn't break your promise!"

"You're right, I'm sorry. I should have talked to you, I shouldn't have promised if I knew I was going to do it. I sent a letter to my dad and he seemed like he really liked the idea of me being a champion, and I guess I didn't want to disappoint him." Cedric grabs both Y/n's hands as he explains. "I'm so sorry Y/n, I just really want to do it."

Y/n takes in what he was saying and asks, "When were you going to tell me? Where you just going to let me hear your name from Dumbledore's mouth when he announces the champion?"

"I mean, I was going to tell you eventually. A lot of people from Hogwarts put their name in, so there is a low chance of me being picked." Cedric says, reassuring Y/n. Y/n looks at the boy and thinks about what he told her.

"I can't control you, and if you really want to do something I shouldn't keep you from doing it. I don't want you to get hurt in the tournament. Just next time please just talk to me before you do something like that."

"Yes, of course, thank you Y/n." Cedric says as he drops Y/n's hands and hugs her. She hugs back, silently praying he isn't picked.

~~~~~~~~~~

It was time to announce the champions from each school, and Y/n was sitting next to her best friend Angelina. The suspense was killing the pair, but mostly Y/n.

Once Dumbledore was about to announce the champion representing Hogwarts, Angelina grabbed Y/n's hand and gave it a squeeze. Y/n held her head in her hand and her leg was shaking under the table. Anyone that looked at her could obviously tell she was extremely nervous for the name Dumbledore was going to say.

The Goblet of fire spat out a paper that contained the name of the Hogwarts champion. Y/n took a breath, waiting for Dumbledore to hurry up and read the paper.

"The Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory!" Dumbledore announced and people started cheering and clapping. Y/n sighed, picking her head up from her hand and looked towards the Hufflepuff's table, looking for her boyfriend.

Cedric got up from his seat, smiling at the cheers of his schoolmates. He starts walking to the front of the Great Hall, looking for his girlfriend. Once Y/n saw her boyfriend, she tried hiding her disappointment with a smile. His heart dropped a little when he saw she was disappointed, but he smiled back at her.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Once Y/n and Cedric got alone time, Y/n hugs him and congratulates him on becoming a champion. Staying in the embrace, Cedric presses a kiss on her lips, Cedric responds with, "Thank you for being supportive, even though you don't want me to do this."

Y/n smiles and replies, "Just don't die please." Cedric laughs and plants a more passionate kiss on her lips.

"I love you, Y/n." These words cause Y/n's heart to flutter and her lips to form a big smile.

"I love you, Cedric."

The End

A/n: I hope y'all liked this! I'm sorry it's so basic but idk what to write lolll. Thank you so much for reading! If you liked this check out my other story!

[lesservillain]

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

James Potter

[kairigokujr]

Annoyingly Perfect, Perfectly Annoying

Author:

KairiGokuJr

Rated:

M

Harry/OC

Warnings:

Underage

Summary:

Rory and Harry think that their relationship is perfect, but they learn quickly that no one is perfect, not even them. With the Ministry at Hogwarts, Voldemort in the shadows, and mysteries about Rory's family stirring, stress and misunderstanding abound. Can the couple conquer their troubles inside and outside of Hogwarts?

Chapter 52

: Clearing the Air

"You know I don't think we were nothing," Harry said. "You were everything." "And so were you. Which is why, not to be dramatic, it might've just felt like a dumb mistake to you, but walking into that room and seeing you with her… It felt like the worst thing that ever happened to me," she said. She was crying now. She was trying very hard to wipe the tears away, but they came and they came and they came all the same. "Rory, please don't cry," he said, putting a hand on her knee. It was meant to be a comforting gesture, and it truly felt that way. There had been times in the past when she doubted Harry when he reassured her, but now "I never meant… Rory, I didn't know." She wanted to laugh, but it made more sense to keep crying. What else could she do but cry? Rory had seen someone murdered right before her eyes. Someone had tried to kill her. She'd run through the forest in the dark of night chased by a werewolf, her father when she was 13-years-old in an attempt to save her biological father from a fate worse than death. But Harry Potter, kissing Cho Chang in the room of requirement? That had been her undoing. That had been the thing that made the world seem unbearable. He'd been the one person in her life who she could trust without a second thought. She told him everything, anything. He was her everything. And then he just wasn't anymore.

FFN:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13916678/52/Annoyingly-Perfect-Perfectly-Annoying

AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32456278/chapters/118761334

[fictive-fodder]

|| Second Sight : IV : August 3rd, 1996||

Wizarding folk did not understand your work as a Specularri. Most with the gift of Sight failed to be as tenacious and diligent as the training required. But Seers who did were highly sought after by the bereaved, even the Ministry consulted you on mysterious deaths.

The night of the new moon was usually ideal for your work, but when it coincided with the death of Sirius Black, nothing went as expected.

Read this on A03 here!  

|| Word Count: 5.3K||

Warnings : Implied drug use

Story Chapters -

PART I - PART II- PART III - PART IV - PART V

||Author’s Note|| Though  many people love the world of Harry Potter, J K Rowling has been  making  problematic statements for a long time and I am glad to see  people  taking her most recent ignorance seriously, as the gross,  transphobic,  hate speech that it is.  There is so much beloved content that  contains problematic, dangerous  or inappropriate elements. Or, the  author sucks. If we don’t learn to  accept the good content while  learning to acknowledge, highlight, and  stand against the problematic  content, we are throwing away most of the  creative stories in our world.  And that’s a shame, I’d rather we  reclaim it and make it better. So  even though this is Harry Potter fan  fiction, this story centers around a  non binary reader. It is my hope  that anyone feels like they can slip  into this story, and be apart. I  want to make space for all who are  willing to salvage this story. Any  trans folks and gender queer folks  who are here, reading, as I ramble  on- Hi. You are welcome here. Thanks  for giving me your time. <3  

|| Tag List|| @hogwarts-1d-drarry-stan  @srhxpci  @loonyclaris​​

Before you, a large wooden table was dressed with a modest amount of food and refreshments, table candles, and many unfamiliar faces. You weren’t surprised to see them all turn and look at you and Byron, but it didn’t help ease your self consciousness. 

“As I was saying,” Alastor grunted, gesturing with a nod of his head for you two to take a seat. You felt Byron push his side against yours anxiously as you scanned the table for an open set of chairs. Along with Alastor there were some other recognizable faces. You were surprised to see Kingsley Shacklebolt, who you’d only ever seen before in the Daily Prophet. There was also Remus and Tonks, a fleet of redheads who you guessed must be a family, a severe, greasy looking man with black robes, and the grounds keeper of Hogwarts. 

Tonks and Remus waved you and Byron over, making space for you on the bench they shared with other members. The two of you quickly made your way to sit beside them as Moody continued. “Since our last meeting, Garrick Ollivander has been kidnapped and Amelia Bones has been found dead.” 

You widened your eyes, realizing that must have been what the commotion was when last you had visited Asterius. The center of Diagon Alley had been crowded, something had felt off. Byron nudged your side with his elbow, looking worried by your expression. 

“Yes, Specularri?” Alastor called towards you, eyebrows raised. 

“Oh… I just think I had been passing through Diagon Alley when people noticed he left. There was a crowd in front of his shop.” 

“What, taken in broad daylight then?” One of the younger red headed men asked, frowning. “Are they getting that cocky?” 

“Yes.” Remus answered quickly, in what you guessed was an attempt to save the group from one of Moody’s rants. “They are. Voldemort’s Ministry sighting has set people in one of two minds. Many are hyper vigilant- bunkering down to stay as safe as possible, but others are already signaling a shift to the dark lord’s allegiance.” 

“The Ministry is strained, Bill.” An older red headed man said to who you presumed to be his son. “We’ve got Scrimegor now as Minister, sure, but everyone is paranoid. There’s worry all of these higher ups are loyal to Vold- ‘erm, Voldemort.” 

“And many are.” Alastor nodded gravely. 

“Should have put you up for Minister, Moody.” Another red headed man said, grinning. 

“No emboldened Death Eaters moonlighting as Ministry officials then.” Bill teased, winking at Alastor. 

“We continue-“ Moody grunted, a warning glare in his non magical eye, “with the killing of Mrs. Bones. She was widely known to be a very powerful witch, a likely contender for the role of Minister after Fudge’s removal. Someone who could have made Voldemort worry about the strength of his people at the Ministry.”

“So we’re wondering who will be targeted next?” Tonks clarified, eyes narrowing. 

“Might not have to do much wondering.” The dark, greasy man uttered, glancing slowly at you and Byron. “If they are as capable as you said, Lupin.” 

“And it’s a big if, Severus.” Alastor muttered. 

“Oh-“ Byron started, sitting up a bit straighter. “You want us to communicate with this Mrs. Amelia?” 

“If she can communicate, we thought she might have some valuable intelligence.” Remus confirmed, nodding to the table. 

“A perfect initiation mission for you both.” Moody growled skeptically. “Find her and ask what she may have seen, if she learned anything.” 

“Wait-“ you interrupted, turning to look at Remus and Byron. “You told them right? How it went with Karkaroff? That it won’t work unless there is someone present who knew the person well?” 

“Yea, especially if they died traumatically…” Byron nodded to what you were saying, playing nervously with the end of his hair. “It can be pretty funky.” 

The table watched Remus and Byron exchanged haunted looks. 

“What if a relative of hers came in for a session?” Tonks suggested, one eyebrow raised. 

“That would be a breach of our privacy guarantees.” you answered sternly.

“So you need someone to come to you who is in full understanding of what we’re doing here at the Order, what we want?” Moody asked irritatedly. 

“If that’s what is needed to communicate with the victims of the Dark Lord, and we should expect there will be many more that could provide useful help,” the man Alastor called Severus considered loftily, “then the Order’s secrecy will be compromised. If we must be transparent in these dealings, there is no point in doing them.” 

“Well hold on there-” Byron spoke up, glancing at you protectively. “Everyone just hold their hippogriffs for a second here… We can try to reach her on our own and see if anything intelligible comes from it. It doesn’t risk anything to try, and then if that doesn’t work we can approach someone that knew Mrs. Amelia well and offer our services. I think what my uh- esteemed colleague here is trying to say is that we must operate under a strict set of laws which protect our client’s personal information and health. If we cannot uphold that, we risk having the privilege of our work taken away. The ministry and St. Mungos sets all this up- you can’t be a registered Specularri without it and we’re more valuable to you being mindful of those laws, even if it doesn’t work perfectly for the Order, than being careless and ending up incarcerated.” 

The anxious pattering of your heart calmed at Byron’s words. How could he be so goofy and timid one second and then come up with something like that to say? Underneath the table you gave his knee a gentle squeeze in appreciation. 

“Her niece attends Hogwarts.” Severus suggested flatly. “Perhaps someone could reach out to Amelia’s brother, Edgar.” 

“Right.” Alastor nodded to the group. “Then that’ll be the plan. You two try to contact Amelia, and if it doesn’t work we will reach out to Edgar Bones.” 

You felt your face grow hot as you felt Kingsley Shacklebolt’s eyes land on you. You and Byron nodded to the table, even as your stomach sank. It felt wrong to call upon the dead in this way, and it seemed that the Order wasn’t going to stop asking. You felt Byron squeeze your hand as several Order members stood from their places, stretching and walking around the kitchen. 

“Guess it’s break.” Byron said, shifting to pull something out from his robes. “I brought you something.” 

Tilting your head in curiosity, you watched as Byron produced a tattered, small book from his pocket. Your confusion deepened as you read the title The Pureblood Directory. 

“Have you ever heard of the Sacred 28?” Byron murmured. 

“Is it a dubious new ice cream brand?”

“Not quite.” he chuckled. Byron handed the book over to you and leaned back in his chair. “It’s the name family’s are given when they are long time believers in not associating with muggles or muggleborns.”

“Oh, ew.” you said, opening the book. You flipped through the first few pages to find an alphabetical catalog of families. You recognized these names; Abbot, then Avery, and then Black. “Byron! This was so clever of you!” you exclaimed, setting the book on your table to run a finger down the Black family tree that took up two full pages. 

You followed generation after generation of Black lineage until you finally found Dorea. You felt your heart skip as your eyes read her name. 

“There she is!” Byron breathed, giddily. “Now, who’d be her great nephews?” 

“Huh, she married a Potter…” you murmured as you looked at the adjacent family. “I didn’t realize how… connected all these old families are.” 

“I don’t like thinkin’ about it.” Byron replied with a shiver. 

You saw Tonks approach and quickly pocketed the book into your own robes. They raised a brow at the title before you could fully fit it into your pocket. Even though they were smiling, there was a particular edge to their expression that unsettled you. 

“Getting ready for the new moon tonight?” they asked, as Byron greeted them. 

“Oh, you can bet your bottom sickle we are.” he hooted, winking at you. You nodded, your chest suddenly felt tight with eagerness to just get home and scry. It was going to be the first new moon you felt confident using Asterius’ candles for. Even though you didn’t fully know what to expect, you couldn’t help but get your hopes up. 

“This one over here has got an experiment goin on.” Byron gestured to you with a nod of his head. 

“An experiment?” Tonks echoed, their eyes sharpening. 

“Oh, just professional curiosities.” you explained cooly, giving Byron a stern glare. “Even after all the training we’ve been through there is much we don’t understand.” 

Your heart leapt as you noticed Kingsley approaching, listening in on your conversation.

“Don’t you have to study in the caves of oracles?” Kingsley asked. 

“You don’t have to, but it’s one of the best places for it.” you answered. 

“There is old magic in those caverns.” Byron contributed sagely. 

It looked like Tonks was about to ask you and Byron a question, but before they were able to, Remus called for the meeting to reconvene to discuss the increase in dementor attacks.

 When you finally apparated into your kitchen, the sun was already beginning to set. Hastily, you made your way over to the cauldron of Byron’s morning glory tisane and prepared a large cup of it for yourself. 

The acrid scent of the tisane was becoming more comforting with every cup. You wrapped your hands around your mug, your breathing becoming slower and deeper as the potion’s warmth spread through your hands. Part of you wanted to gulp a few cups worth as quickly as you could manage, but you knew that with scrying you had to be patient and allow the process to take time and fill space. 

Taking a large sip, you glanced over towards your kitchen window sill to find a new pile of letters, daily prophet issues, and notices. Rolling your eyes, you leaned over to the pile and picked it up, completely ignoring the newspaper as you carded through the envelopes. You didn’t open most of your post these days, it was just too stressful. You were about to toss the pile onto the other side of the table when Solonie’s handwriting caught your eye. 

Frowning, you opened the letter to find her nearly indecipherable hand:

Happy new moon, 

I wish the very best for your scrying tonight, as always. I am reaching out to you to remind you that your review with the Ministry is coming up soon for your license renewal.

With a groan you tossed the letter away from yourself. The last thing you needed was to go to the Ministry, not when you had Moody telling you how dangerous it was. 

Closing your eyes, you let out a deep sigh as you rested the side of your mug against your forehead. It had already been two months since you had met Padfoot and you still had not helped free him. A pang of guilty panic bloomed in your chest at the thought- Padfoot was smart. Whatever had happened to him, he’d managed to keep his wits and spent all his time doing everything he could to map out the Halls, reach out to you, and contextualize where he was. You could tell that he was antsy, eager to be free, and probably losing patience. 

But this new moon, something had to give. You poured yourself another cup of the tisane as you considered this, and began to set up the table. It was dark nights like these that were supposed to carry possibility, transformation. Something needed to happen, something that would help you understand how it all worked. 

You placed one of Asterius’ candles on to your holder and sat down before your mirror. It had to be tonight. It had to happen. 

With a flick of your wrist you swept your wand arm to your side. “Padfoot.” you called aloud in the center of your dim kitchen. 

Immediately, white smoke erupted from your wand, followed by a spark. Eagerly you guided the flame to the candle, watching as the fire took to the wick hungrily, fizzing and hissing to life. As smoke swirled, you wrapped your hand around the candle and breathed in deep, looking towards your ceiling for the tall arches of the Halls to appear. 

If you had not already been sitting, you would have fallen over backwards. The smoke stung your nose as you breathed in, your face tingled, and your head felt both light and heavy at once. You could feel your heart leap into a frantic pace as it felt like your world tilted behind you, causing you to lean back against your chair, dizzy. 

And then, with a blink, your world became darker. The ground beneath your feet was dusty, cool and rocky. Soft, cavernous echoes of wind surrounded you, and large warm hands gently gripped your shoulders. 

“You did it.”

With a gasp, you jumped, pivoting towards him. Padfoot’s tall, angular frame stood before you, silhouetted against the shades of dark surrounding you. His hands hovered by your shoulders close enough you could feel the heat of his skin. 

You looked down, taking an experimental step against the ground. A mixture of stone and soft, cool moss. You looked up, the actual height of the Halls was breathtaking. The air was heavy with water and dust, like a flooded basement or a forest marsh. A shiver of cold and ecstasy ran through your body. 

“I did it…” you breathed, voice shaking. 

“Yes-“ Padfoot said gruffly. And suddenly, Padfoot was jerking you into a crushing embrace, one of his hands came to cradle the back of your head, threading his fingertips through your hair, as his other arm wrapped around your lower back.

Startled, you stood there wide eyed as Padfoot pushed his cheek against the side of your head, his hand against your back pushing you up, into him. It was as if his life had depended on it- you thought, wondering self consciously if he could feel how hard your heart was beating against his chest. 

But how long has it been? It was easy to joke that Padfoot was touch starved but he probably actually was. 

You were surprised to feel your eyes prickle with tears. You were more surprised by the natural way your arms moved to embrace him tightly back. 

“Bloody hell.” Padfoot’s voice cracked. “You did, you really, actually did this.” 

“Yea.” you replied against his shoulder. You could feel his fingertips push against your skin, knot into your hair. You squeezed your eyes closed, it was a little painful, but not unpleasantly so. 

And then something occurred to you. Blanching, you pulled away to look into the shadow of his face as you remarked, “You were exactly where I appeared.” 

“Of course-?” Padfoot replied, letting up his grip on you slightly. 

“Does that mean you waited for me…?” 

“Well, not-“ Padfoot started, flustered. He sighed, his arms falling away from you as he explained. “I wanted to be here.” 

“Who knew you were such a sweetheart?” you replied, grateful that the dark hid your insidious grin. 

“I’m pretty sure that’s the first thing I told you about myself.” Padfoot countered, his head cocked to one side. 

“You would love it if that were true.” you laughed, turning around to get a look at the Halls. Now that you were really there, it felt so much bigger than you guessed. 

The Halls reminded you of Delphi, where you had studied. These were far more ornate, but they carried that same gripping sense of opportunity, possibility, old, ancient magic. This place nodded towards something long since past, much like how, deep in the caves of Delphi, you could trace the magic of Pythias from so long ago. Their chairs still hung over fissures of Apollo’s Breath, waiting for prophecy… sitting. Stationary. You’d always been taught to scry in a single, protected space but- you winced as you thought of your last attempt- that wasn’t going to work. You looked down into your hands and saw your wand in one and the candle, still lit, in the other. 

Oh, this could really work. 

Pocketing your wand, you precariously righted the candle in your hand for fear of it extinguishing. Hot wax had already dripped down your knuckles, your heart leapt, wondering how long it would take to burn through. 

“Well,” you started, feeling eager to continue. “Let’s go. Show me where you met me.” 

“Right.” Padfoot started, leading you down a set of narrowing Halls. 

You took your first steps hesitantly, worried that you’d bump into a chair or a wall that was no longer possible to see, but there was nothing that got in your way, as if you really were fully there. Exhilarated, you began to walk faster. 

You could faintly see Padfoot turning to glance back at you every few moments, before he reached out his hand to you with a haggard sigh. 

“Take my hand.” he murmured. 

“Why?” you asked, stopping. 

“Because-“ he growled, reaching over to pry your nearest hand away from the candle. “It's a labyrinth and your bloody candle doesn’t cast light here.” 

“Fine- relax!” you stammered, gripping his hand back. 

It felt as if you walked for a half an hour in relative silence. You couldn’t imagine keeping your wits if you had been trapped in this place. Though individual Halls had their own character, everything was close to identical. A nauseatingly consistent field of Halls, of ornate pillars reaching high into a sky or ceiling that you could not see. 

“We’re nearly there.” Padfoot said, causing you to jump as you were pulled out of your thoughts. 

“But this all looks the same as everything else.” you frowned. 

“...I know.” 

“Okay.” you say, making sure to not sound frustrated or disheartened. You were finally here, but it seemed as if any potential leads you hoped would occur to you by finally making it in were not presenting themselves. “Padfoot…” you started, slowing down. 

“What is it?” Padfoot asked, stopping to turn to you. You squeezed your eyes closed, trying to recall it exactly. 

“Have you spoken to anything here? Read anything that mentioned the name Perceforest?” 

“Perceforest? No. I haven’t met anyone- or anything. I haven’t found anything written.” 

You glared at the ground, trying to recall what you were told in your dream. “ And for you, who would reach this boundary, set foot on my threshold, to see the sun in the middle of the night, blazing with bright light, to approach me from below, from above, and worship me from nearby . You are saved from Perceforest this night. ” 

“So you moonlight as a poet now?” Padfoot asked, tilting his head. 

“I had a dream about this place the other night.” you explained, dropping his hand from yours in half joking frustration. “Something said that to me in the dream.” 

Padfoot’s shoulders hunched in focus as he repeated the phrase. “A… boundary? This is a boundary and, and you said saved from this Perceforest bloke, or whatever it is, right? So is this-” Padfoot looked around at the surrounding Halls. “A…. refuge of some kind?”  

“I’d been so focused on getting here I hadn’t thought about that dream till now.” you admitted. “But maybe that’s something? I’ll look into it as soon as I can.” 

You felt your eyelids strain and tighten before you realized you were squinting because of a light slowly pouring down from a distant Hall. You felt your heart leap into your throat as the light slowly grew. 

“Padfoot-” you breathed, nodding behind him. Deftly, Padfoot pivoted in the direction you indicated, his body immediately tensing. 

“Bloody fucking hell.” he growled, grabbing your hand in his. “Common then… this again.” 

Quietly, Padfoot tugged you in a different direction, keeping his body low. You tried to match his pace, unable to help yourself from continually looking over your shoulder to see if the light was still growing brighter. 

“How often does this happen?” you whispered, trying to ignore the feeling of your heartbeat growing heavier, thicker, rattling your ribs. 

“I don’t know.” he replied through his teeth. “It can be hard enough remembering when I last spoke with you, how many times I’ve seen you, let alone this.” 

At this, you felt a pit of worry and guilt burst in you. Another reason why you couldn’t keep taking so long to help him- the memory thing. Padfoot ducked into another Hall, and then another, clearly trying to make sure he didn’t keep the two of you going in one direction for too long. 

“Padfoot-” you breathed, squeezing his hand. “I’m so sorry that it’s been like this.” 

“It’s not your fault.” he replied with surprising lightheartedness. 

“I wanted it done by now. I wanted you back safe.” your voice grew thick with emotion. You glanced back again, the surrounding Halls dimming once again. 

“I know.” Padfoot said, stopping. You bumped into his side, and his arms caught you in another embrace. “I know.” he repeated, pressing his fingertips into the sides of your arms for emphasis. “And if it was in your power, I would be.” 

“I think it’s gone.” you said, your chest still rising and falling with the erratic beating of your heart. You looked up into Padfoot’s shadowed face. For a long moment, the two of you beheld each other, blindly. 

“Do you know how lucky I am to have your help? Your company?” Padfoot asked into the dark. One of his hands slipped from the side of your arm, tracing lightly up your neck until his hand cupped your jaw. Your skin burned beneath his touch. “You couldn’t, but it’s true.” 

You felt as if you were still running, your heart pounding against your chest as if it was desperate to free itself of you. You fought the impulse to lean your head against his hand, your free hand twitching to reach out towards him, to pull him against you and out of this place, when you noticed that the Hall before you opened up uniquely. 

Turning, you looked into a wide Vestibule. Padfoot’s hands fell away from you as he followed you into the space. An enormous stone archway stood at its center, with a billowing black curtain hanging from it. The cloth moved of its own accord, as if blown by an non-existent wind. 

“What is that?” you breathed, eyes wide. 

But before Padfoot could answer, a blinding golden light flooded the Vestibule from an opposite Hall. Wincing and in sudden panic, you turned towards Padfoot, only for your eyes to hungrily sweep over every feature. He was tall, long limbed, with narrow hips and broad shoulders. Thin and lean, his long shaggy black hair unevenly reached down to his mid back. You pulled your gaze up to meet his face, his large, dark eyes, shining impossibly from the sudden light. You felt your heart swell with painful weight as you watched the cadaverous, handsome face of Sirius Black look upon you, shocked, color rising to his cheeks as he beheld you in turn. 

Wordless and hyper aware of yourself, frozen in place, you watched as his mouth parted. “Merlin’s beard…” Sirius breathed, aghast. “I’d guessed you were worth looking at, but not this -” 

A towering figure, indistinct in its brightness, leapt into the room, pivoted towards Sirius and began to run towards him. Sirius’ eyes widened, filled with fear. 

“NO-” he bellowed, his hand found your chest, pushing you away from him with all of his strength. 

With a cry, you felt yourself fall back, hitting the ground hard as the candle extinguished. Your back burned as gravel and pavement scraped your spine, the wind knocked out of you, your ears blaring painfully as a car honked its horn, accelerating around you. 

Instinctively, you curled up, your knees hugged to your chest as you winced, bracing for impact. 

“Hey, HEY!” you heard someone cry out, their feet stepping in front of you. Several other cars swerved around your bodies, honking angrily.

Shaking, you opened your eyes and nearly cried out again as a dark, long limbed figure stood over you, waving cars around you. What it Sirius? Had he somehow come back with you?

“Can you stand?” they asked, voice stern. You blinked, and blinked again. Your eyes stung so badly it was hard to keep them open. 

You groaned, pushing yourself onto your knees and finally up onto your trembling legs. Their arm clasped firmly around the small of your waist, helping right you. You pushed your eyes open, jumping a little to see Tonks looking at you worriedly. 

“Come on.” they grunt, leading you from the middle of the street. 

“What… what are you doing here?” you ask breathlessly. 

“What am I doing here? What were you doing walking around in the middle of a street downtown?” Tonks retorts, propping you against the nearest building. “What happened?” 

You lean your head against the wall, it felt like you were never going to get enough air to fully recover. Shaking your head, you looked down at the candle still in your hand, its wax had melted and ran all over your hand and arm. You had failed again and left Padfoot- no, Sirius in danger. But it was him. It was Sirius Black, exactly as you’d feared. 

“Hey.” Tonks said, snapping their fingers in front of your face. “Talk to me, please.” 

You jumped, and looked up at them resentfully. “How did you know I was here?” 

“There were complaints sent to the Ministry about someone behaving strangely, wandering around downtown London erratically.” 

“I was?” you said, shaken. So you hadn’t fully been there, afterall? You turned your head to look back at the street and flinched- you could still see the Halls superimposed over the city. With a cry, you rubbed your eyes vigorously and looked again. The Halls were still there. 

You heard Tonks say your name, worriedly, as you continued to rub your eyes and look around. They stung so badly, a dry, hot pain. Tonks repeated your name, placing their hands on your shoulders. “Let’s get off the street, okay?” 

“Right.” you said, accepting their arm. With a nauseating tug, you found yourself staggering into Grimmauld Place. You leaned against the wall upon appearing, your world spinning. Pressing your forehead against the wall, you heard Remus asking if everything was alright. You didn’t focus on Tonks’ answer as you pushed yourself into the bathroom, your head pulsating with every beat of your heart. 

Despite all of the other worrying ailments you were going through, the thing that distracted you most were your hands. You couldn’t see anything wrong with them but for some reason they felt strange, like you needed to itch them. 

Even here, you could still see the outlines of the Halls. Frustratedly, you rubbed your eyes once more, groaning. It was like you hadn’t drank any of the morning glory tisane, like you had done nothing to protect yourself from the effects of Asterius’ candle. You leaned over the sink counter, taking deep breaths. 

“Thank Merlin you’re alright.” Sirius’ voice spoke. 

You started, jumping so badly that you hit your head against the corner of the mirrored medicine cabinet hanging over the sink. 

“FUCK-” you exclaimed haggardly, pressing your palm to your temple, which throbbed with dull pain. Pulling away from the mirror, you glared into the dim corners of your reflection. “How… How did you find me?” 

“I can still see you.” Sirius' voice came, so much clearer than his silhouette. “Faintly, anyway.” 

The hair on the back of your neck stood on end as a chill went through you. Perhaps, it was more of a two way street than you’d initially guessed. Stepping back from the mirror, you wiped your eyes again, grimacing. Part of you was glad that he was alright. He. Sirius. The murderer. The death eater. 

“Does this space feel familiar to you?” you sneered, unable help yourself as your aches and pains easily transformed to anger. 

“What?” he asked, surprised by your tone. 

“Stop lying to me.” you hissed, eyes stinging. Your palms slapped the sides of the sink. “I know who you are. I recognized you, Sirius .” 

He went quiet. For several beats, your ears strained to capture more than just your panting breath. You didn’t know what was going to happen, how he would react, but you hadn’t expected him to go silent. Maybe that monster found him again? 

“So-“ he breathed, voice shaking. “So, you did see me.” 

Blood rushed to your head, you had to grip the sides of the sink to keep yourself upright. “You knew?” you hissed, eyes filling with tears. Your face felt hot, color rising to your cheeks. Had you been an idiot? Played this entire time, for months, by this cruel-

“Yes, but please-“ Sirius’ voice sounded higher, panicked. “I knew, I knew that if I told you who I was- who, who I am that you wouldn’t help me-“ 

You doubled over, bowing before the sink as your stomach clenched as if in a vice. Coughing, you wretched into the sink. 

“It was after I remembered Harry.” Sirius continued, his voice going hoarse. “I had to. I needed help, I still do.” 

“You’ve lead me along this whole night?” you cough, wiping your mouth with your hand. 

“I have to get out of here, for Harry.” Sirius stammered. 

Leaning over, you wretched again, body shaking. Coughing hard, you jumped as you heard a gentle knock on the door. Remus called your name, his tone weary. 

“I’m going to come in and check on you, alright?” Remus said, slowly opening the door. 

“Who was that?” Sirius asked, startled. 

Upon entry, Remus immediately rushed to your side, holding your shoulders. “What happened?” he asked, worriedly. 

“Remus?” Sirius called anxiously. 

“I’m so sorry-“ you breathed, frowning, trying to only concentrate on Remus’ words. You turned on the faucet to wash down your sick. 

“Don’t worry about that.” Remus assured, but you couldn’t focus on the rest of what he said, as Sirius began to call out to Remus frantically. 

“Moony! Moony? Can- Can he hear me? I’m alive, I’m alright mate- I’m going to come back!” 

You winced, face flushing as Sirius called out to Remus with increasing desperation. It was all too much. “SHUT UP, PADFOOT .” you yelled, pivoting back towards the mirror. Sirius went silent immediately. 

The air felt thick as a hush came over the room. Minutes may have passed by, but you were too exhausted to notice. Remus’ hands hovered above your shoulders. 

“What…” Remus breathed, his eyes flickering from you to the mirror. “What did you just say?” 

It felt like your heart had sunken down to your stomach, leaden and cold. Slowly, you turned to look up into Remus’ face, watching as his concern turned into shock, eyes widening. 

You slowly reached into your pocket, breaths shaky, as you took hold of your wand. You hadn’t expected to feel scared in Remus’ company, but it had never occurred to you before- was the reason the Order was run out of Grimmauld Place, the reason he and Tonks had seemed like they were mourning when you first met, because they had still been in contact with Sirius? Were they on his side? 

“Wait, please…” Remus breathed, keeping his hands against you featherlight. “Are you really- is he alive?” 

You felt hollow. Remus seemed to notice as your fear overcame you, his expression turning more desperate as his lips parted, preparing to explain but you wouldn’t hear any of it. With a shudder of your wand, you apparated away from him, from Sirius and Tonks, from Grimmauld Place.

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