#Harry being seventeen with all these middle school kids like ‘I have become full mother’

[dark-elf-writes]

I had a thought: Feral Teen Mom Harry in khr?

JDJDJSHDDNDNDN YES

Harry who stumbled upon I-pin and Lambo and took them home to “check things out” only to be drawn in by the need to protect both of them and all these other children running around doing no the impossible. (Merlin doesn’t it feel familiar. To be fourteen and sure the fate of the world rests solely on his shoulders. And looking at Tsuna, maybe it does just like it did for him. That doesn’t mean he will let him be molded like Harry was. To be broken like Harry was. He refused.)

What he didn’t expect was to be?? Treated like part of the house?? Just because he showed up?? Tsuna’s mother doesn’t even blink as she tells him where the spare futon’s are and Lambo chatters on about them playing the morning like it’s expected he would stay? A total stranger? Even Tsuna sighs but nods along still looking so damned tired.

[startanewdream]

Hello Mah, forgive me for coming to ask for another prompt, I should control myself more, but I was reading ''Fate'' when I came across with this part ''Harry will have a full plate with these two someday.''

And I thought that if you haven't written that, make Harry complain to James and Sirius or Lily, idk, over the Easter break, about how Hermione and Ron are fighting, and maybe, just if you want, there is no Voldemort? Just to see the Golden Trio even more as teenagers, as they should be. But if you want to put Voldemort to give that dramatic touch of yours, it's okay too, you decide :)

and if you don't want to write that, that's fine too <3

Hiiiiii, Sweet! <3 please send all the asks you want!

I loved this prompt so much that I couldn’t help myself. So please enjoy this family moment between Harry, his parents and Sirius as they discuss Ron and Hermione’s possible relationship, during the Easter Break of Harry’s Fourth Year (for curiosity, in this universe, Ron and Hermione begin dating the start of their Fifth Year - and one day I’ll finish a WIP about Hinny’s relationship in the same universe) 

Oh, and I know you asked for the Golden Trio being teenagers, but, really, here the parents are the teenagers:

Harry looks at the letter Errol just dropped with a heavy sigh that’s muffled by the sound of the owl hitting the glass of the window instead of flying away.

‘Rest before you go back’, Harry says, picking up the owl carefully (Errol blinks in thanks) and taking it downstairs to the tree next to the window of the kitchen that stands as their owlery. His parents are there, with Sirius, finishing their breakfast.

‘Morning’, Harry says distractedly, helping to place Errol in a branch of the tree, next to a sleepy Hedwig.

‘Come take your breakfast, Harry’, his mother tells him. Harry sits, yawning.

‘What’s with the grumpy face?’, Sirius asks, watching him.

‘I woke up early. Hermione sent me a letter - and when I was almost sleeping again, Errol came with another’.

‘Ron and Hermione are already writing?’, James asks, sounding amused. ‘You have been apart for only one day, you know that, right?’

Lily giggles. ‘Look who's talking. When was the last time you spent a day without seeing Sirius?’

‘Hey!’, James complains, while Harry laughs too. ‘If I don’t see him, how will I know he’s been feeding himself?’

‘Maybe trust he is a functional thirty-five-year-old guy?’

‘Hey, I am right here’, Sirius remembers.

‘Yeah, and you are eating breakfast in our place, which just proves my point’, James notes, smirking. He turns to Harry. ‘What’s so important they had to write to you on the first day of the holidays?’

‘Privacy, James?’, Lily says, amused. ‘Or you used to share the contents of your Marauder letters with your parents?’

‘I hope not’, Sirius intervenes. ‘He used to talk a lot about you in those letters - I am not sure Monty and Mia would have enjoyed reading so much about your very nice pair of -’

‘Hey, hey!’, Harry interrupts, raising his hands. ‘Kid alert here!’

‘Very nice pair of eyes, Harry’, Sirius says calmly. ‘Why did you think I would say?’

‘Oh, shut it’, Harry rolls his eyes, ignoring the redness around his neck. ‘And if you want to know, it’s no big deal, they don’t stop talking about it anyway. It’s about Viktor Bloody Krum’.

‘Harry -’

‘Sorry, Mom’, Harry adds hurriedly. ‘It’s just I don’t wanna ever hear about him again, really’.

‘What happened to all that admiration?’, James asks, surprised. ‘I thought you were cheering more for him than for the Hogwarts Champion’.

‘That was because…’, Harry’s voice drifts off, embarrassed. He doesn’t really want to talk about why Cedric Diggory annoys him lately. ‘Well, I don’t have any problem with Krum, but don’t say his name out loud near Ron and Hermione unless you want to hear them bickering’.

‘Oh, they are still in that phase?’, asks Lily, a grin playing on her lips that Harry doesn’t understand.

‘They always bicker, it’s just… I don’t get it, I thought Ron would actually be glad Hermione is friends with Krum, but all he does is complain’.

‘They are friends? Krum and Hermione’, his father asks, raising his eyebrows. Harry supposes that’s really an unlikely pair.

‘Well, friends, I don’t know - wait, I didn’t tell you? Hermione went with Krum to the Yule Ball’.

James and Sirius make a chorus of ‘ohhhh’, raising their eyebrows at the same time, and pull their chairs so they get closer to Harry.

‘You didn’t tell us!’, his father complains.

‘I didn’t think it was important’.

‘You really need to sort out your priorities, Harry’, Sirius says, somber. ‘That’s big news’.

‘Hermione and Krum?’, Harry asks doubtfully, then he grins. ‘Oh, wait until you hear everything then’.

And he tells them how Ron got upset with Hermione’s choice of date, accusing her of fraternizing with the enemy.

‘Wow’.

‘Nice phrasing’, Sirius agrees.

‘I should have used it when I found you snogging Anthony Travers’.

‘He was hot’.

‘He was a Slytherin!’

Lily rolls her eyes. ‘Grow up’, she mumbles, but they don’t seem to hear.

‘And at the end of the Yule Ball’, Harry adds, expecting for their reactions, ‘she told Ron that next time there was a ball, he should ask her before someone else does, and not as a last resort!’.

Sirius and James don’t disappoint him. ‘OOOOOOH’.

‘One point to Hermione!’

‘She definitely hit a nerve there’.

‘And then what happened?’, Sirius asks curiously. ‘The next day? What did they do?’

Harry shrugs. ‘Nothing, actually, they just pretended nothing happened’.

‘I will need to talk to Ron’, James says gravely; he looks at Lily. ‘If you told me something like that, I would be asking you out the very next minute’.

She gives him a loopsided grin that Harry is sure she learned with his father. ‘As if you would ever not ask me for any ball first’.

James grins, raising to kneel in front of her. ‘My dearest Lily, would you give me the pleasure of your company for all balls for the rest of your life?’

‘Oh, get a room you two’, Sirius says, rolling his eyes. ‘I am waiting to hear the rest of the story. Come on, Harry’.

But Harry is looking wistfully at his parents. ‘It must be so nice to ask someone out when you know she is going to accept it’.

James laughs. ‘Well, now it seems easy, but when I asked your mom, trust me, I was nothing but a nerve-wracking mess’.

‘He fainted’, Lily agrees, looking fondly at her husband.

‘It was not a faint! I just closed my eyes for a while -’

‘Harry’, Sirius interrupts out loud. ‘So if everything was ok, why are you receiving letters now?’

‘Oh’, Harry grins. ‘It’s because of the Second Task. The champions had to rescue the things they would miss the most - and for Krum, that was Hermione’.

‘That is so -’

‘Unexpected?’, Lily suggests. ‘Unbelievable exaggerated for someone you just went to a ball together?’

‘Romantic’, Sirius finishes, frowning at her. ‘What did James see in you, Evans?’

‘Potter’, she notes, smirking. ‘And from what you said, he was very fond of my pair of… eyes’.

‘Oh, stop you two’, James says, waving his hand as if they are two misbehaved kids. He glances at Harry. ‘I take Ron didn’t like it very much’.

‘No, he hated it. I mean, he was very worried with Hermione while she was underwater, though I told him Dumbledore wouldn’t really anything happen with any of the hostages… and then when she was safe, he got angry with her!’

‘Of course he did’, James agrees, eyes sparkling with laugh. Harry doesn’t see much humour in this story.

‘Well, now they keep arguing about Krum, about house-elves, about whoever Ron is talking to, about everything, and I am in the middle of it. Letters and all now’.

James exchanges a look with Lily. ‘We were never like that’.

‘No, we went from arguing to bantering and then snogging’.

‘It wasn’t arguing, I was just an arse and you didn’t take it quietly’, James says unabashed. ‘But I meant we never took pleasure in arguing just for the sake of it’.

‘I wish you had’, Sirius notes. ‘At least then I could shut you up with a spell’.

‘We were not that bad’, James says fairly. Sirius gives one of his barking laughs.

‘You two keep looking at each other when you thought the other wasn’t looking, both convinced the other didn’t like you back, while you both sighed all over the place, finding some stupid excuses to be near each other - I mean, come on, how many meetings could you have in our final year?’

‘I was Head Boy!’, James remembers.

‘See? The worst excuse ever to get near a girl’.

Harry blinks. ‘What are you talking about?’

‘Your parents’, Sirius says joyfully. ‘And comparing them with Ron and Hermione’.

‘What they have to do in common?’

‘Oh, Harry’, Sirius looks at him almost pityingly. ‘You see, when a boy likes a girl - or another boy, or when a girl likes a boy or a girl -’

‘You are just complicating everything, Padfoot’, Lily tells him brightly. ‘What he means is that there is something going on between Ron and Hermione’.

‘Yeah’, Harry agrees, his brows furrowed. ‘They are fighting’.

The other three laugh. Harry crosses his arms, annoyed.

‘But why are they fighting, Harry?’, his mother asks gently.

‘Because they are two stubborn people?’

‘But why now, why about Krum?’ When Harry shrugs, without answering, Lily shakes her head. ‘Oh, dear, you are as oblivious as your father’.

‘Hey!’

Lily places a soft kiss on James’ face before turning to Harry.

‘Ron is jealous of Hermione’, she explains patiently. ‘And Hermione wished Ron had asked her to the ball before. You see now?’

‘So Ron and Hermione… will become Ron and Hermione?’

‘I don’t know that’, Lily says. ‘Not every crush turns into something’. 

‘Ours did’, James whispers, smugly.

‘And not every school romance lasts after school either’.

‘Seventeen years together’, James sings. Lily throws him a fond look.

‘And counting’, she agrees, offering her hand for him to take it.

Sirius rolls his eyes.

‘You see what I had to endure with these two? That will be you with Ron and Hermione’.

‘They like each other?’, Harry repeats, thinking, but now that they’ve said it, he supposes he couldn’t really be surprised.

All that bickering had to mean something - and beyond that, they were always close, always gravitating around each other. He supposes he should be glad they would move on that bickering phase, but if they did...

‘But - what if they get together? I will be a third wheel! Worse, what if they get together and then split up? We won’t be friends -’

‘You are overworrying, son’, James assures him. ‘You won’t stop being their friends no matter what happens’.

‘Yeah’, Lily mumbles. ‘Look at Sirius’.

‘What about me?’

‘James dating me and marrying me didn’t affect the relationship between Prongs and Padfoot’, she notes, ignoring Sirius’ wink at her. ‘So you will be fine with them’.

Sirius nods gravely. ‘There is only one rule you need to follow when your best friends are dating, Harry. Remember that and your life will be easier’.

‘What is that?’

Sirius grins. ‘Always knock on their doors before you enter any room they are in or else you will see them in positions you didn’t even know it was possible’.

‘Sirius!’

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ʜᴀʟʟ, ᴅ.

               even though they say that time heals all wounds,                the scars are still fucking there. i can't forget what happened.                i can't forget how I felt

《  oliver stark. male, he/him. new kings by sleeping wolf   》 oh my, there goes DAVID JAMES “DEACON” HALL. the 29/29 year old INCUBI is currently working at SALEM FIRE STATION as a FIREFIGHTER. they’ve been in salem, ma for SIX MONTHS. they are known around town as THE WAR HERO. i have a feeling they AREN’T aware of what’s going on in town, and they are NEUTRAL. hopefully, because they are known to be CHARMING and ADAPTABLE while also being IMPULSIVE and CYNICAL, they will survive. i guess only time will tell. ( ray. she/her. 26. pst. )

a e s t h e t i c s  :     swimming in rage, cracking at tenderness.  growl heard before the whimper of pain. the protective one. bruised fists. the smell in the air after rainfall. always know what you’re fighting for. observant eyes. loud mind, silent words. memories so loud. hands covered in ink. bright smiles, distracted eyes. rinsing oil off hands after tossing a wrench back in the toolbox. the rumble of a bike being heard from down the street. pages coved in ink, drawing memories. kind smiles and broken eyes.

q u o t e s :     “  if you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.   ”   –   sirius black, harry potter and the goblet of fire “   don’t give me the ‘hurt feelings’ thing because a. i don’t buy it, and b. i don’t care.   ”   –   steve mcgarrett, hawaii five-o “   ‘go bravely, go deeply – or do not go’ bullshit, go, even if you are shaking with fear, go. take a blind step forward. that first step is worth so much more than standing still and never getting anywhere because you weren’t brave.   ”   –   unknown

p e r s o n a l i t y :     + realistic, observant, and self-reliant                                            - possessive, stubborn, and temperamental

david better known as deacon, has always been a man of action. when he was younger, he had energy that was off the charts at times and that later turned into him just always needing to keep busy. which doesn’t always leave room for him to deal with his emotions. he just keeps so busy that he buries all his problems under everything. it’s what has left him so  B R O K E N  not that anyone is aware of just how much so. over the years, he’s gotten really good at hiding it.

people could describe him as charming and flirty, caring and protective, and smart and adaptable. while all these things are true about the hybrid, he’s mainly just tired. that is what drives him even more to not show how broken he is. he’s always doing his part to be there for everyone else, not many people see that he needs someone to be there for him.

due to him being so good at hiding all his issues, he’s become really good at seeing the signs of when someone else needs help and will never hesitate in offering to help.  he’s used to only being able to rely on himself, he doesn’t want that for anyone else. 

he’s also known to get a little temperamental at times. never around the people he cares about, always able to keep it down until he explodes on some poor stranger.   fearing losing anyone else he cares about, deacon can be a bit possessive. he does his best to not show it, but he can’t always help it. when he actually allows people in, he holds on as tightly as he can.

s u m m a r y :     deacon grew up in salem, but when his adopted parents died when he was thirteen, him and his older brother ( who was seventeen at the time ) moved away. during this time, deacon really started to lose control on his emotions which made it hard for him to control his powers that came with being an incubi. he’s always known he was adopted and what he was, but never fully understood it since he didn’t have anyone to teach him. though his family did their best. once he was old enough, to run away from all his problems and to hopefully do better, deacon enlisted in the military. now he’s back in town cause he’s contract was up and he heard his brother was back in town. still trying to do his best to help people, he started working as a firefighter right away. 

he has this need to try to help people cause he see’s himself as a monster. he hates what he is and hates how easy it is for him to hurt people. despite that though, he is neutral in the fight, mainly cause he doesn’t know what’s happening. but also because he’s fought in a different war and struggles over it... he’s not sure he’d be ready to do it all again. though, he might not be able to stay out of it for long. 

h e a d c a n o n s :     due to hybrids being a hit and miss amongst people, it was no surprise that deacon was given up as a baby. his biological mother wanted nothing to do with him once she realised what he was, she didn’t even bother naming him. she just dumped him off in the woods and left him for dead since know one would take a demon child. he had been lucky that renee hall had been near by and heard his cries. the kind women didn’t even hesitate in bringing him home with her.  the hall family had no issue in bonding with the unnamed child and while they tried to find his parents, when they learned what he was and what most likely happened to him, they took him in and named him. adopting him easily. david was given his middle name after his new father and brother while his brother picked the name david for him. they did this to show him ( later, when he was old enough to know the truth ) that they ALL welcomed him.

growing up, david knew he was different from his family, so when he was old enough and they told him he was adopted, he had no issue with it. they were his family and nothing else mattered. as a young boy, he admired his older brother to the point of following him around, trying to be like him. or would try to make him happy by using the powers that came with being an incubi. powers he discovered by accident and would sometime get out of control but his brother was always an anchor for him and helped him reel it in.

david was doing well with his family; he was happy and healthy. and he always seemed to do really really in school. always seeming to be ahead of everyone else. he was able to pick things up very easily. david was definitely considered popular in school, not that he really tried. he just got along with everyone. being both part of the smart group of kids as well as the athlete’s, it made it easy for him to befriend most people.

when he was thirteen, his parents told him and james the good news that they were expecting and would be having a girl. something david had said he wanted from a young age. he had wanted to be a big brother like james was and do for them what james always did for him. however, everything took a turn for the worse when there was a fire, that was caused by faulty electrical wiring, which resulted in the death of both his parents and his unborn sister.                ↳    david remembers it clearly, he’ll never forget it. laying on a stretcher, completely alone thinking his entire family was gone. the paramedics that surrounded didn’t tell him anything about his family. it was less then a minute before james came into view, but it felt like a lifetime. in those few seconds, he had to deal with the most unbearable pain of thinking not only did he lose his family but having to deal with thinking he was the only survivor. however, when james reached out for him, david just cried. cried for the pain he was in, both physically and mentally. while the turns were unbearable, it was the pain of having lost his parents that really had him lose it. refusing to let go of james’ hand.

after the fire, james and david left salem. neither able to cope with being in the town anymore. james stepped up and helped david as much as he could. david did his best to make it easy on his brother, not wanting him to carry all the weight himself. but his grades started to slip and he had more accidents with him losing control of his powers. he wasn’t dealing with his own grief very well.

when david was seventeen, things had started to get a little better. he couldn’t be his complete old self again, but he was starting to try again. though it was short lived when he became sexually active with his girlfriend. he hadn’t realised what was happening until it was too late. completely horrified and full of guilt, david ran to the only person he had left. james helped him deal with it all and helped understand exactly what was happening but nothing could stop the guilt david felt. he could get the image of his girlfriend’s face out of his head. so he did the only thing he could think of. he ran. james found him and despite the relationship not being what it once was, helped him. like the way he used to when they had their family.

at the age of eighteen, david made sure james would be fine on his own and took off to enlist. for him, it was a way to do better. to make up for the horror of what he did. plus, it had been something he wanted to do before, but had fortten about it after everything. being away from james made it hard for david to even hear his own name. everyone started calling him deacon cause there was a guy who enlisted with him that thought it was his name. it stuck since there were two other david’s and he refused to be called by his last name since it hurt too much.

he did his best to keep in touch with his brother, but it was hard. deacon learned more about his brother from tabloids than actually being able to talk to his own brother. despite not talking much to his brother, deacon would ALWAYS write his brother. he’d write a letter almost everyday. just keeping his brother up to date with him, even if he didn’t always get a reply back. even in the middle of a warzone, all he could do was worry about his brother. half the time he doesn’t even realise his own pain because he is too busy worrying about everyone else. being what they need. a brother, a soldier, a friend, a lover, their crying shoulder, their ear to vent to, their punching bag, etc.

a mission he was on cost him greatly and once again, deacon found himself losing everyone he cared about. the guys from his unit were ambushed and deacon was the only survivor but he managed to get each and every fallen soldier back with him. deacon was honoured with a silver star and allowed to go home again. so he decided it was time for him to come home and stay home. finding james was easy, trying to get back their bond was harder. but he wasn’t giving up.

once arriving back to salem, deacon found it easy to get a job as a firefighter. given his history, the captain couldn’t turn him away. deacon had spent time being a field medic and the fire captain knew it would be foolish to not have the man on his team.

in his free time, deacon can be found painting/drawing or working on his bike. things in which help him stay calm.

e x t r a :     pinterest.    spotify(TBA).    moodboard(TBA).

[iamacolor]

We met at the library (A Yousana HP AU)- Part5

Hello everyone!!! Sorry for taking so long to post this new chapter! As today we celebrate the 20th anniversary of Harry Potter being first published, I thought it would be a fitting day to publish it! This chapter is dedicated to @chrisana who was looking ofrward to it, I hope you like it!

There’s less banter and flriting in this chaper and more heavy talk so I hope you still like it, tell me what you think. If you don’t like reading on Tumblr, you can find it here on Ao3

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She’s standing at the entrance of the pitch waiting for him.

He’s 3 minute late. Not that she’s counting or anything but he said 4 and it’s 4:03 so he’s late. She’s wondering how this is actually going to work. She has never played Quidditch with anyone but her team and her family. And even in her family it has mostly been Elias and sometimes one or two cousins.

She looks back on the last few weeks wondering how her relationship with Yousef reached that point. It feels as though they’ve been close since that day when he sat next to her. It’s like they connected immediately, they were familiar with each other since the very beginning. Like they had been friends before and reconnected or as if they were meant to be. At that thought, Sana corrected herself immediately “There’s no such things as “meant to be”, we just work well together.”

She finally sees him arriving on the pitch with sports gear and a broom in his hand. She feels a little warm all of a sudden. She has seen him before in casual clothes which she thought suit him very well, like his uniform, but there’s something about sport gear that just...makes her excited to play Quidditch, that’s all! Nothing more to think about or feel. Just two friends playing sports and one of them looking very...sporty. That’s the word.

He apologizes for being a little late and she tells him that she doesn’t mind. As soon as they’re both in the air, on their broom, it feels natural. She can see that even if he doesn’t play Quidditch regularly, he is a natural. The way he stands on the broom, the way he holds the Quaffle. That should be interesting, she thinks, let’s see what he’s got.

For the training, Yousef, taking his role of coach very seriously (which is very cute thinks Sana before reminding herself that she is here to improve her game not review Yousef and his skills), suggests that they start doing little exercises. They begin by doing a few laps around the pitch, throwing passes at each other, throwing the Quaffle as far as possible and speed up to catch it before the other. When they starts focusing on the “proper training” as he calls it, He's playing keeper to help her and Sana is surprised to find that he's quite good. Not good enough to stop her from scoring more than twice (which is already a lot as Sana is an amazign chaser and she knows it). Sana founds herself having a lot of fun. She’s enjoying seeing playing Quidditch this way, just the two of us, no full team with a captain and a loud whistle, just the two of them. She is also enjoying very much the freedom she feels with Yousef. Most of the times they’ve spent together they were either talking or studying or talking about studying. Playing Quiddich is new for them but she feels that it is only bringing them closer. It’s pure fun, no reflexion and she laughs a lot at his failed attempts to distract her. With each pass, it becomes more a game of teasing and trying to distract the other than an actual game of Quidditch. She loves playing Quidditch for the competition but she also loves flying and playing with Yousef is bringing this pleasure back.

At one point, after they’ve spent about half an hour playing, Yousef sees Sana stop in midair and reach for her pocket. She gets her wand out and when he sees the light coming out of the wand and sees how it vibrates, he understands immediately what it means. It’s time for Sana to pray. It’s time for Asr. He should have thought about that, he knew it was coming as it used to happened to him all the time, but he completely lost track of time as they were playing. He didn’t expect them to play for that long and in his mind he still wishes that they could stay longer. He loved playing Quidditch with her, seeing her having so much fun with him, seeing her fly and flying with her as well as laughing with her. But now they have to stop. He flies up to her and says:

- I’ll walk you back to the castle.

- What? No you don’t have to. It’s ok.

- Sana, I have no reason to be on the pitch if you’re not on it. I’ll walk you back.

She nods and they land near the stands. They walk to the locker rooms so that Sana can put her broom in place and Yousef, who’s been using of of the school’s broom, puts his in the right closet as well.

As they are leaving the pitch he says:

- Sorry for keeping you on the pitch so long, I didn’t see time passing by and I forgot the time for prayer was coming up.

- Hey it’s alright, I lost track of time as well, we were playing quite...intensely

- More like fooling around you mean!

- True, we weren’t really playing Quidditch by the end!

She takes a pause then asks:

- You said you forgot the time for prayer was coming up, are you…?

- Muslim? Uh, it’s complicated. I don’t really know to be honest. But it’s been a long time since I’ve last prayed.

- Oh, ok, that’s alright.

There’s a silence then, she asks:

- May I ask why it’s complicated?

She asks him that question with a voice so soft it makes him want to tell her all about his doubts and fears and regrets and pain and hopes and everything that’s in his heart because he honestly feels as though she would understand. She would listen and she would understand. But of course, he can’t just poor his heart out to her in the middle of the park, can he? He tries to keep it simple and replies:

- I am the only wizard in a Muslim family full of Muggles. My parents were really shocked to learn that magic was real and so was I. And so ever since I’ve arrived here I have had a lot of troubles trying to make the two of them, religion and magic, fit together. And no one in my family really understands so I feel a bit lost and I just have so many questions and so little answers.

- What kind of questions?

- Uhm, well I guess the biggest one would be “Why magic,”, why make magic a thing? Why allow some people to have magic and so many other to not even know it exists? Why should wizard hide? How does magic fits in in the creation of this world? In the texts I’ve studied as a child? I just… wish I had some answers, that’s all. And I don’t have them so I feel lost and it’s been a while since I’ve last felt like praying.

So much for not pouring his heart out to her in the middle of the park. She replies:

- You know, I come from a Muslim family as well. Everyone is a Muslim. And everyone is a wizard as well. My grand parents on both my father and my mother side were children of Muggles who decided to stay true to their faith when they arrived to school. I grew up in a family where magical theories and religion were discussed all the time. I suppose that made it easier for me to make these two things exist together because for me, they are so tight. I used to be fascinated by science as a kid. I wanted to learn everything there was in your world, the Muggle one I mean. I was obsessed with science with the intricacy of the universe, the beauty of the world that had been created and that we are lucky enough to live in. When I arrived at Hogwarts, I found that magic only made the world more interesting and fascinating, more beautiful.

- So where I doubted, you became more faithful?

- Well that’s one way to see it , I suppose. I know you’re wondering why magic isn’t universal and to me it’s a matter of finding balance in this world. Not everyone is rich, not everyone can talk or walk, not everyone has a good health, not everyone has magic. We are not on earth to say what God’s intentions are so I decided to be thankful for what I had been given and to make the most of it.

How can someone be so thoughtful and wise at only fifteen years old? He is seventeen and he is absolutely lost when it comes to these matters and here she is telling him calmly about her views on this world and magic and religion. Sana Bakkoush is something else, he thinks. She has something special and the way she smiles when talking about feeling grateful and how much she loves science and magic makes him smile as well. It feels good to finally talk about it with someone and the fact that it is her makes it all the more special. He doesn’t feel judged or bad for not having her capacity to have her faith in something bigger. He feels quite at ease actually, he feels comfortable with her.

He doesn’t know what to say and by the smile she gives him, he can see that she understands. She seems to be thinking intensely as well and they stay silent for a while. It is not an awkward silence, more of a I-am-silent-with-you-not-because-I-don’t-want-to-talk-but-because-with-you-by-my-side-I-don’t-have-to-talk-to-feel-connected-to-you.

They arrive in the hall of the castle shortly afterward and he is surprised when instead of walking towards the tower,  she takes the stairs to the left.

- Where are you going? Isn’t the tower the other way?

- The tower yes, the prayer room, no.

- Oh that’s right! The prayer room!

He hasn't gone for so long, he almost forgot where it was and to be honest he almost forgot it existed. It is quite a recent room as for a long time religion was not mentioned at hogwarts and he remember being so exited about it when it opened in his second year. But now it has been almost a year since he last went there. He hesitates for a little bit before following her. He remembers the path perfectly now and he walks by her side. She doesn’t asks hm question and he’s thankful for that. When they reach the door to the room, she opens it and looks at him with a quizzing look as if she was asking him if he wanted to come inside. He stares at her for a few seconds before signaling no with his head. She simply smiles and walk inside the room. He will wait for her. He sits next to the door.

After this first session, they play quidditch many more times together. Sometimes, it ends up in a speed race or a who-can-throw-the-quaffle-the-further game. It becomes more than training, it's an evasion, a way to blow off some steam, to let out the stress and the pressure. They keep on playing even when Sana’s left throws are absolutely perfect. They most often go after their study sessions and come back exhausted to their dorms but with the biggest smiles on their faces because they both don’t think that anything can feel as good as spending all this time together.