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its-rach-writes · 2 months ago

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Starman - Chapter Three

Pairing: Sirius Black x Potter!reader

Summary: after feeling overshadowed by your twin brother, your best friend persuades you to get more involved with school activities. You weren't counting on falling for Sirius Black.

Warnings: fluff, angst if you squint, jealous Sirius

A/N: I know that the stereotypical Amortentia lesson usually happens in 6th year but had to make it a little different! And, no I didn't put the 6th year Slytherins with the 7th year Gryffindors just to write this one scene, why would you think that? Can you also tell I'm trying to include Peter which is hard bc I hate him so much! Please let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged! xxx

Chapter Three

The Gryffindors and the Slytherins were waiting outside the dungeons for their potion master to arrive. Slughorn had the tendency to arrive 5 minutes late to class which was great it you were going to be late yourself but not so great if you were on time and you were left shivering in the cold.

The seventh year Gryffindors were going to be sharing the dungeons with the sixth year Slytherins much to everyone’s displeasure, you didn’t mind though. The faculty liked to put the two years together as they were reaching the end of their Hogwarts careers.

“Merlin, its freezing,” you complained to Remus as you pulled your cloak around you more securely.

Before Sirius could reply, Sirius spoke up – he’d been there barely a minute – “you know, I can warm you up, Potter. You just need to ask,” he smirked, a couple of girls in the back swooned, but you’d known him too long to get affected by him. It didn’t mean you couldn’t play with him though.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, a hand playing with the ends of his hair, “yeah, you gonna warm me up?”

Sirius looked surprised and he flushed as he wrapped an arm around your waist, “y-y’know, if you want.”

You smirked and leaned in close to whisper in his ear, “if you ever touch me like that, I’ll shove that wand so far up your- “you got cut off as Slughorn chose that precise moment to come along and let everyone into the dungeons.

Sirius gave you an exaggerated pout as he gestured with his outstretched hand. You sighed as you put your hand in his, laughing when he laced your fingers together and you followed him into the dungeons. Even as you got to your seats, Sirius didn’t let go of your hand, holding it beneath the table.

The lesson started ordinarily enough as Slughorn introduced the potions and poisons that you would be working with that year, though that was mainly for the sixth years benefit. You and your friends were distracted as you had heard this lecture the year before. However, your interest was piqued when Slughorn asked a question he hadn’t asked the year before.

“Who would like to come up to the Amoretti and tell the class what they smell?” Amoretti was a love potion that smelt different for everyone. They could smell whatever attracted them, “Mr Black, how about you?”

At Slug horn’s words, Sirius’ chest puffed out and he winked at you as he went to get up. He visibly deflated when he realised that Slughorn was talking to his brother and he sat back down. Obediently, Regales went to the front and stood in front of the potion and inhaled deeply, almost as if he was drinking it in.

“Um, I smell Butter beer, warm grass and,” he hesitated before sighing, “the ocean,” he didn’t wait for Slughorn to comment, instead he made his way to his seat, keeping his eyes forward and not looking at any of his classmates.

“Thank you, Regales,” Slughorn cleared his throat, “would anyone else like a turn?” Sirius didn’t speak up, he folded his arms with a pout on his face.

“I will, sir,” James volunteered himself quickly and walked up to the front of the class. Like Regales, he took a whiff of the potion, “okay, well I smell rose perfume, sugar quills and peaches,” he grinned at Lily who almost went the same colour as her hair. James looked strangely relieved as he sauntered back to his seat, kissing Lily’s cheek on the way.

Sirius leaned across to you, “want to know what I smell?”

“Hmm,” you turned to him, pretending to think about it, “how about yourself?”

“Very funny,” he said dryly.

As you were making your potion, Lily leaned over, “cheerleading try outs start when class is over today, you’re already on the team if you want. But, will you be there?”

You laughed as you stirred your mixture, “won’t you be accused of favouritism?”

Lily scoffed, “no, I think you underestimate how much people like you. And besides, they all know that I couldn’t have come up with all those routines without you.”

“I’ll come to try outs and the first practice session before I make my mind up, if that’s okay?”

“Will you wear the outfit though?”

“Yes, I’ll wear the outfit,” you laughed.

Suddenly, there was a panicked groan and you looked up at Peter who was on the verge of tears. You couldn’t stand to see your friend so upset so you went over to help.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” his potion was a luminous yellow colour.

“I added too much powdered snake fang, I’m so clumsy.”

“It’s easily done, Pete,” you assured him.

“I’m so bad at potions,” he buried his face in his hands.

“Being good at potions isn’t the be all and end all. You’re way better at Transfiguration than I am. It took me forever to turn that hedgehog into a pin cushion but you did it on the first go,” you smiled and Peter looked secretly pleased with himself.

“The perfect way to remedy too much powdered snake fang is adding more syrup of Hellebore,” you added a few more drops until his potion turned a few shades lighter than it was supposed to be. But, it was better than being luminous yellow.

“Thanks, Y/N.”

“You’re welcome,” you smiled, ruffling his hair before going back to your seat.

“You’re really kind, y’know that right?” Sirius grinned at you.

You shrugged, “he’s my friend, it’s no big deal.”

That afternoon at cheerleading try-outs you sat in the first row of the stands, too shy to include yourself just yet. You must have looked lost in thought because you heard an unfamiliar voice behind you.

“Hey, I thought this was my place to sit and contemplate life,” there was laughter in the voice.

You turned to face a cute boy with honey coloured hair and dimples in his cheeks, “I mean, I can go if you want me to?” you laughed.

“Nah,” he grinned as he sat down, “I don’t mind sharing.”

“How kind of you,” you teased.

“I’m Drew,” he offered you his hand.

“Y/N,” you smiled as you shook his hand.

“So cheerleading try outs?” he nodded at your outfit.

“Nothing escapes you, does it Drew?” you giggled and he smirked in response, “what about you though? Did you come here to watch the cheerleading try outs?” it would be just your luck to strike up a conversation with a guy who was a perve.

“No, I’m waiting for the Hufflepuff try outs to start,” he gestured across to the other side of the pitch where the Quidditch captain was setting up.

You felt a flush blossom on your cheeks, you just wanted to crawl into a hole and die, “oh, that was tactless. I’m sorry.”

He laughed, a deep rich warm sound as he ran a hand through his curls, “it’s okay. How come you’re watching from the side-lines anyway?”

“I’m kinda shy.”

“You seem to be doing just fine with me,” he nudged his shoulder against yours.

“Well, I’ve never seen you speak to my brother, so you’ve got nothing to compare me to,” you laughed, “my best friend wanted me to participate more in school activities this year because I never really have.”

Drew nodded understandingly, “yeah same, I love Quidditch but I’ve never played it competitively.”

“What position are you going for?” you asked.

“Seeker.”

“Wow!” you laughed, “never played Quidditch competitively but you’re jumping in the deep end.”

He laughed, “hey, I’ll play Quidditch if you become a cheerleader.”

Before you could reply, Sirius came to speak to you in the stands, “are you coming to dinner? Lily is gonna come when she’s finished,” his voice was tight as he looked between you and Drew.

You shook your head, “I’ll come up later.”

“Right,” he mumbled, “I’ll take a plate to the common room for you.”

When it was Drew’s turn to try out for the team, your stomach rumbled. Loudly. Drew looked at you with a laugh.

“Go and get some food.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded, “to be honest, I’d rather you not watch me fall from my broom.”

You laughed, “let me know how it goes.”

When you got back to the common room, Remus looked up at you as he handed you a plate of food, “where were you?”

You didn’t have to answer though as Sirius did it for you, “she was flirting with some damn Hufflepuff.”

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bimoonphases · 8 months ago

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@wolfstarmicrofic March 26 – prompt 26: Amortentia – word count 946

Amortentia - The world’s strongest love potion, does not create love but obsession

Remus had feared that particular Potions lesson since the smile on Slughorn’s face when he had announced it.

“Of course, Amortentia’s use is forbidden, and its brewing strictly restricted, therefore you will not learn how to make it,” the Professor had said. “I will brew it personally and you will smell it, because its smell is not only different for everyone but it also corresponds to the smell of the person you’re most attracted to.”

There had been whispers in the classroom, and the few established couples in their year had smiled at each other.

“Yes, yes, you think you’ll have it easy,” Slughorn had chuckled. “But I’ve seen my fair share of people smelling something completely unexpected in Amortentia, so be warned!”

So now they were gathered around a fuming cauldron, their faces in various degrees of anxiousness.

“Well, come on!” Slughorn clapped his hands. “Who’s first? Mr Potter, be brave! After all, your love for Ms Evans is no secret to anyone!”

James grimaced, but he moved closer to the cauldron all the same.

“I smell…” he took a deep breath. “I smell the Library. And the Quidditch pitch in the sun and…” he hesitated. “Mint tea.”

Remus frowned. He knew Lily’s scent better than anyone thanks the the wolf’s nose, but none of those things belonged to her. He shot a look at James, who immediately looked at his feet.

“Ms McKinnon.”

“I, uhm,” Marlene went beet-red. “Coffee, pencils and peaches.”

“Interesting, wonder who that could be?” Sirius chuckled.

Even Remus remembered that glorious day when Dorcas Meadowes had shown up to the Gryffindor Quidditch team practice and Marlene had flown right into a goalpost when Dorcas had bitten into one of the peaches she had brought along.

“Now now, Mr Black, we don’t tease our classmates about Amortentia,” Slughorn smiled. “You never know what’s in store for you! Ms MacDonald, please.”

Remus swallowed. He knew perfectly well what would happen the second he got a closer whiff of the potion. He would smell leather, or cigarettes, or the firewhiskey he had drunk at that party when Sirius had ended up sitting in his lap and he had realised he was stupidly, desperately and hopelessly in love with him. He would have to lie about it to the whole class.

“Summer breeze, books and… leather?” Mary groaned. “Oh, come on!”

“I know, I’m unforgettable,” Sirius winked at her.

“And to smell like books you would have to open one,” Mary retorted.

Peter was next. He took a deep breath, got suddenly pale, then turned bright red and stumbled back.

“Are you quite alright, Mr Pettigrew?”

“Is it possible to smell more than one person, Professor?” Peter whispered.

“Ah. Yes, it’s happened before. Attraction is variable and not even magic can always determine if there’s only one person for you. What did you smell?”

“Roses, violets and lemons.”

Remus recognised the perfumes Peter’s last three girlfriends had worn and he looked at James. Maybe even what he had smelled belonged to multiple people.

“Mr Lupin, go ahead.”

Remus’s stomach twisted and he braced himself getting closer to the cauldron. But none of the smells he had thought about filled his nose. Instead, other things came up and none were Sirius’s smell.

“Well, Mr Lupin?”

Remus stepped back. He didn’t even have to lie then.

“Fireplace ash, late night rain and gingerbread,” he said.

He looked across the room to Sirius. Sirius was staring back, wide-eyed and pale as a ghost. Remus was about to say something when Sirius stumbled back and suddenly ran out of the classroom. Without even thinking, Remus ran after him. He ran along the dungeon corridors and up the stairs, into the main corridor and almost colliding against Regulus rounding a corner.

“What’s gotten into you two?” Regulus exclaimed, barely managing to not spill his tea.

“Where’s Sirius?”

“Outside, but-”

Remus didn’t stay to hear the rest of the sentence. As he ran towards the castle door, the wolf’s nose registered the smell coming from Regulus’s tea. Mint.

He finally caught up with Sirius at the lake.

“Padfoot?” he panted.

“What you smelled in the Amortentia…” Sirius’s voice was shaking.

“I don’t even know what it was…”

“I do.”

Sirius turned around. His eyes were glistening with tears, and Remus’s heart dropped as he fought with all he had the urge to get closer and take him in his arms and kiss him until he felt better.

“It had just rained the night I ran from my parents’ house,” Sirius said slowly. “When I fell into the Potters’ fireplace Effie had just gotten gingerbread out of the oven.”

“How could I smell your memories, Pads?” Remus whispered.

“Maybe Amortentia works differently on a wolf’s nose. But why did you smell mine specifically, Moony?”

Remus’s shoulders slumped. How he wished now he had smelt what he had prepared himself to and lied about it.

“I…”

“Before class started I sneaked in as Padfoot,” Sirius murmured. “I wanted to see if I smelt something different as a dog.”

“And?”

“I smelled you,” Sirius looked up at him.

Remus’s heart skipped a beat.

“You did?” he breathed. “And what did you smell as you?”

Sirius took a step forward, bringing them so close Remus could almost count all of his eyelashes.

“I don’t care,” he said. “As Padfoot I didn’t smell just things that reminded me of you, Moony. I smelled all of you. I think that’s proof enough.”

Remus started to nod, but then he moved, or Sirius did or they both did and half a second later they were kissing, hanging on each other as if their lives depended on it.

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cakeraa · 4 months ago

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ok so... slughorn came to the conclusion to let two victories win which is soooo 'HOPE' cauze OMG this is SO CUTE AND JEGULUS OML IDK I'M STUMBLING OVER MY WORDS THOUGHTS BUT IDK. OBVIOUSLY JAMES AND REGULUS IS GOING TO MAKE IT ALIVEEEEEEE EEEEK ok not obviously but there's like a 10000% CHANCE. THIS BOOK ISN'T SO BAD AFTER ALL

#crimson rivers #marauders #james potter #james x regulus #regulus black #jegulus #horace slughorn #professor slughorn

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starsandsnakes · 18 days ago

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FF: When the Church Choir Sings by starsandsnakes (ao3)

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cherryslyce · 1 year ago

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The Avarice Files (I) | Regulus Black

Series Synopsis: Boundless uncertainty ensues when you’re tasked to complete a mission requiring time travel for the Ministry. The best part? Your partner, acclaimed hero of the Great Wizarding War, Regulus Black, a man who was supposed to be long dead.

Part II / Series Masterlist

Pairing: Regulus Black x GN!Reader

Notes: Not canon compliant. The synopsis has been edited to be more succinct!

Soft clicks emit throughout the sterile hallway, bouncing from the glossy black tiles and toward the arching ceiling as you pace toward the imposing steel doors. The two guards stationed on either side of the thick barrier give you a nod of acknowledgment as you feel your new badge pulse in your pocket, the intangible magic colliding with the intricate mechanisms of the doors.

The stirring of gears and locks echo between the three of you until both slabs of steel soundlessly swing open, immediately gracing you with a gust of cool air. The outstretch of navy carpet swirls across your vision as the pitch-black ceiling and walls siphon away any excess color. To your right, a large succession of trimless mirrors reflects the beams of white light on the ceiling, lining the walls up until the large desk rooted at the extremity of the room.

“Welcome, Agent.”

The rumbling voice snaps you from your reverie as your eyes fall upon the stern face of your new boss, his staggering figure nearly washed away by the layers of black robes adorning him.

“Unspeakable Gawdry,” you greet with a level tone, inclining your head to the side as you briskly make your way to him. “I’m afraid that it's now, former agent, sir.”

Your light correction fails to faze him as his mouth remains in a firm line, gloved hands splaying themselves across his speckless desk as he moves to sit down on his leather chair. “Actually, agent, I believe such a title will be suitable for your duties here.”

“Sir?” You trail off, standing across from him as your fingers itch to fiddle with your holstered wand.

“Now, you didn’t think someone of your caliber would be a mere office assistant, did you? Your skillset on the field is the reason why I accepted you to be my new assistant, Agent.” Gawdry continues, pulling out one of his drawers without looking away. “It’s those skills that I intend to put to use.”

Before you’re able to respond, the man slides a clipped folder toward you, eyebrows raising as he gestures for you to read through it.

Tentatively grasping at the folder, you flip through the countless pages with a frown.

Daily Prophet: Defected Death Eater Dies!

— September 8, 1979

Second son of Walburga and Orion Black and Heir of the Noble House of Black, Regulus Black, has unexpectedly died. Just two weeks since the fall of You-Know-Who, reports from Albus Dumbledore himself confirm the young Black’s prior involvement with aiding the Light side against Death Eater forces. The Hogwarts headmaster conveyed that the young Black’s help was integral to the armistice and defeat of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Young Regulus Black, described as a profound force in the classroom by Potions Professor, Horace Slughorn, is said to have fallen into critical condition shortly after his defection. Before succumbing to his fate, the young wizard outlined crucial information that was imperative to concluding the miasma of carnage.

“It is truly a deep tragedy to watch such a bright mind gradually wither away. With Mr.Black’s death, we must be vigilant in our future struggles against great darkness.” – Albus Dumbledore

“The loss of such a capable wizard… It is unforgivable. Really, the loss of so many courageous wizards and witches, it is an insurmountable grief for many years to come.” – Minister Mangum

Dear readers, in times of celebration for the new era, we must also keep our fallen in our hearts. The fate of the House of Black remains uncertain, but Regulus Black’s tremendous sacrifice must not be forgotten.

(Turn to page 5 for exclusive interviews with Arnold Vall)

You heave out a small sigh at the flimsy clipping, remembering the day you read the very same article at your dinner table. However, it is not the aged Daily Prophet snippet that renders you speechless, but the stack of papers underneath it– papers you recognize from the Auror Department: an agent’s composite mission profile.

Regulus Arcturus Black (b.1961 – )

“Death’s Herald”

Service: 1980 – Present

Status: Active

Completed Assignments: 501

01.25.80 - 02.29.80: Recovery of Helena’s Trove. Calais, France.

03.02.80 - 03.05.80: Rescue of Auror Tinsley. Birmingham, England.

03.08.80 - 03.24.80: Capture of Antonin Dolohov & Augustus Rookwood.

03.30.80 - 04.16.80: Capture & disposal of [redacted].

04.22.80 - 04.23.80: Disposal of Reginold Flint.

04.26.80 - 04.29.80: Disposal of Pyrites Ingrim II.

05.02.80 - 05.02.80: Disposal of Leon Wilkes.

05.06.80 - 05.07.80: Disposal of [redacted] Org.

05.11.80 - 05.14.80: Disposal of Henry Binns

07.15.90 - Pending: Retrieval of [redacted]

Your eyes are practically bulging from their sockets as you peer up, the fine text of dates and the slew of disposal, disposal, disposal causing your eyes to dry. “Sir? I don’t understand… Regulus is–”

“Alive and well, Agent.” He softly cuts you off, licking his lips as he awaits your onslaught of curiosity.

Alive and well and the bloody Death Herald. The hottest topic of debate amongst all ranks of Aurors in your former department. Elusive, unforgiving—and apparently, actually a real person.

You nearly huff out a disbelieving laugh, slowly shutting the folder in your hands as you persevere in your denial, “How is that possible?”

“Agent Black was immediately enrolled into the Ministry’s witness protection program for high-profile individuals after his… death as per the request of Albus Dumbledore. He has been handling a number of top Auror missions since.” Gawdry explains, hands clasping together as his words slice through the air with a suffocating revelation.

“Disposal missions.” Killing people. Though, you eschewed the unambiguous words, not eager to ruffle your boss’ feathers so early into your career.

Gawdry cracks a wry smile at your comment— as if reading your mind, and hums in confirmation. “Ten years of it. An adept adversary, I pity anyone who finds themself at the end of his wand. He’s the Ministry’s greatest weapon. Such information is highly classified, only high ranking officials and leaders are aware of this fact, so it would be unwise for you to break your code of silence on this, Agent.”

“Sure, right, no problem. And these redacted parts?” You cough out, a migraine beginning to bloom across your temples.

The man clicks his tongue and leans back in his chair, “Above your pay grade, Agent.”

“Right.” Your dejectedness weighs on your shoulders as you will your eyes to stay locked on him.

He raises a finger and clears his throat, “With the exception of the last one.”

Before you can press further, a familiar jingle of clicking locks reverberates across the room. Turning around, you narrow your eyes as a tall figure begins to strut into the room without a word. You swallow harshly as you survey the approaching individual, taking note of their dark hooded cloak and fitted apparel. A field agent. Clothes for mobility. Agile, controlled movements. Tense, cautious posture. It was all a dead giveaway—it was like looking at a reflection of yourself, really.

As the person grows closer to you, you blink rapidly as you realize they’re wearing a mask that enshrouds their entire face. The white face covering is streaked with grey lines, enhancing the expressionless slant of its lips. A warm prickle on the back of your neck draws your attention away from the ivory ridges and toward the blazing green eyes that were now locked on your gobsmacked face.

“Great timing, Agent Black.” Gawdry rises from his seat and nods toward the newcomer, ignoring your ticked jaw as you silently look back to him for an explanation.

Your shoulders stiffen as Agent Black halts beside you, an aura of indifference radiating from him. You’re suddenly conscious of the way his body heat emanates toward you, how he vaguely nods at Gawdry’s words, and how he seems to be assessing you from the corner of his eye as well.

The infamous Death Herald was beside you, and he also happened to be Regulus bloody Black. The very same Regulus who you silently mourned all those years ago, the Regulus Black who you admired from afar during your school days—

“As I was saying before, there is a new assignment. One that you will both complete together.” Gawdry’s eyes are dim, a few stress lines clinging to his forehead as he shuffles out a thick packet.

Regulus crosses his arms and clears his throat, “It requires two of us? I am capable of doing it alone.”

—the same Regulus that you wanted to hex at that very moment.

Your eyebrows fly into your hairline as you muffle a scoff, slightly tilting your head toward him as you bite out an acerbic retort. “Apparently not, seeing as we’re both standing here.”

Regulus merely glances at you before peering at Gawdry for an answer, intent on dismissing your irritation. Your boss appraises you with clear amusement before his stern mask falls back into place as he swiftly slides the packet toward you both, “We are aware of your competence, Agent Black. However, your partner here is trained specifically for retrieval and infiltration assignments.” Gawdry pauses and glances at you, “As well as issues involving our time space.”

If you weren’t still reeling from your previous bristling thoughts, you would have preened a bit at your boss’ words, flattered that he seemed to be backing you. Though, this only encouraged the tiny pride-gremlin in your chest— because take that Black! You’re completely out of your depth at the Department of Mysteries.

You step forward first and pull the hefty envelope toward you, wasting no time in undoing the string tie. “No use dawdling.” You mutter, feeling two pairs of eyes burning into your head.

As you reach inside the packet and grasp at the stack of papers, your eyebrows furrow once you realize there are three separate folders inside. Bringing the first folder under the light, you nearly roll your eyes as you practically feel Regulus craning to read it, stubbornly refusing to move closer to you.

You wordlessly maneuver the contents in between you both, opting to return your attention to Gawdry as Regulus softly tugs out one of the folders from your hand. “A time travel assignment, boss?”

Gawdry nods and cracks his knuckles, “An assignment our Department has been piecing together for years. A few spins of a time turner, in-and-out with the relics. Our recon crew finally cracked down on most of the significant information, so we’ve assigned the best of the best to complete it.”

“Are you buttering us up because we’re marching toward imminent doom?” You ask, tone inflated with amusement.

Regulus remains silent, but lifts his head up imperceptibly to look at Gawdry. The older man glances between you both before humming, “It is an urgent assignment and undoubtedly, a risky one.”

“Well, interfering with time is never a simple matter.” You answer plainly, hands moving to hug the remaining two folders to your chest.

“When do we start?” Regulus’ steely voice takes you by surprise, the rough tone still foreign to your ears.

Gawdry leans back and fixes him with an unwavering stare, “Preferably now. It is a time sensitive case, so I expect you both to work together seamlessly.”

Forbearance embraces you tightly as you nod, already mentally outlining how to work around Regulus’ one-note, detached attitude on the field. Despite that, you had to give him credit, a decade of solitude and bloodshed was bound to foster such apathy, and you weren’t sure you could survive what he did.

Regulus spins on his heel without a word, beginning to make his way toward the towering doors as you remain rooted to your spot. Gawdry’s eyes remain on Regulus’ retreating figure as he acknowledges you, “Yes, Agent?”

“Is this going to be a fixed partnership?” Your fingers twitch in anticipation as you hear the doors click shut behind you.

“That remains to be seen. There is a lot on the line so I’ll be direct, Agent,” Gawdry pauses before finally looking at you, “this was supposed to be a solo assignment, but at the insistence of Head Auror Chao, I accepted her request to let Agent Black tag along.”

“You mean that this was originally my assignment?” You gape in surprise, barely processing that your former boss was single handedly responsible for Regulus’ presence.

“Yes. It is quite beneficial for me, don’t misconstrue. Such a case rightfully belongs to the Department of Mysteries, but without a qualified Unspeakable to carry out the brief…” Gawdry explains, nodding as your eyes light up in realization.

“Then it would have been given to the Auror Department.” You finish with a hum, shuffling your weight to one foot, “So my unceremonious decision to transfer to the Department of Mysteries gave you a window of opportunity.”

Gawdry nods again, and a sharp grin tugs at his mouth, “Precisely. You can imagine how unhappy Auror Chao was at the loss of such an adept field agent and an extraordinary case all in one go.”

“That checks out. So, Agent Black is collateral.” You conclude, all semblance of firm professionalism flying out of the window.

Gawdry does not deign you with an answer, but he shoots a pointed look at the doors with a good natured eyebrow raise, prompting you to swiftly depart from the cold room with a pleased grin. As you pace out of the office, you’re left to toy with your thoughts, still conflicted on how you would have to adapt to Regulus’ methods amidst such a precarious mission.

Stepping away from the threshold of Gawdry’s office, you squint as your eyes adjust to the lifeless tiles of the hallway. Before you’re able to wander further, you’re stopped in your tracks at the sight of Regulus’ motionless figure ways off from you, his stormy eyes greeting you with glimmering impassivity.

“Ah. You waited.” You sputter out quietly, striding towards him as he pivots and begins to walk away.

Your eyes linger on the taut muscles of his shoulders, vaguely visible under the cloth of cloak as he continues walking. Awkward tension settles in the air as you take the lead toward the Atrium of Artifacts, not knowing how to breach conversation as you make way to retrieve a time turner.

Clearing your throat lightly, you bite your cheek as you finally break the silence. “Oh, we went to school together. I don’t know if you remember, I was a year under you.”

“I remember.” The answer is immediate and nearly robotic, a clear sign that he was either uncaring for pleasantries or inclined to work in silence.

“Ah. Well, I’m glad that you’re okay.” I even lit a bloody candle for you.

Regulus hums out lightly before swiftly segwaying back into work, “I read the brief. We’re retrieving lost files.”

“Files?” You intone faintly, sifting through your memories for any information on file relics.

As you round the corner towards the distribution center for time turners, Regulus throws you a small glance and continues, “1958. Clyde Rosier’s Estate.”

“1958… Rosier? Evan’s father?” You mumble, remembering the blonde boy that often paraded around the halls with the other older Slytherins, most meeting the same untimely fate as him.

Regulus is decisively mute about your revelation, possibly reminiscing on similar memories of the boy. You were quite positive that they were familiar with each other some eons ago, having been in Voldemort’s inner circle for a brief time together.

Before you have time to stew further on your thoughts, you’re both crossing into the large hall of artifacts. The atrium stretches skyhigh, evaporating into a blanket of darkness that accompanies the biting chill permeating across the room. Suppressing a shiver, you survey the dark perimeter, appreciating the bulbs of floating lights at the heart of the room, the cluster of orbs pulsing with enough glow to dimly light up the surroundings.

“Merlin, is the whole department cloaked in darkness? I don’t think I’ll ever get used to not being able to see 20 feet ahead of me.” You mumble, eyes darting toward an approaching figure wading through the shadows of the room.

Regulus lets out a small huff, and you’re almost certain that it was one of amusement and not exasperation, but the cloaked Unspeakable approaching you leaves little time to ruminate on it.

“Yes?” The raspy voice coils through the air.

Fishing out your new badge, you quickly flash it to the Unspeakable with a dry smile, “We need a time turner, and perhaps a bag with an extension charm.” It is silent for a few moments before you clear your throat, “Please.”

The cloaked figure gives a small nod before slinking away, leaving you and Regulus to observe the lusterless environment.

“Have you ever worked with a partner on your assignments?” You ask, nerves buzzing like static as you drum your fingers against the folders in your hands.

Regulus’ head tilts toward you, “No.” The hushed answer seems definitive, and just as you’re about to clamber back into your shell, his voice rings out again, “You?”

“Ah, me neither.” You admit a bit sheepishly, yet still satisfied that he didn’t completely dismiss you.

The air seems a bit warmer than before, driving you to face forward and continue waiting for the Unspeakable to reappear.

As if summoned, a faint rustle emits near you before you see the cloaked figure trudge toward you, arms full of parchment and a woven bag. Furrowing your eyebrows, you step forward and reach over to assist them, slowly unfurling the parchment and raising it up to the light.

Regulus steps forward to read it with you, clearly uncertain of the rules in your Department.

‘TERMS OF USE: Time Turner.

As per regulations and codes of The Department of Mysteries, this contract constitutes a legally binding agreement. Rights and access to a Time Turner may only be permitted through signature, if you disagree with any of the terms listed in this contract, you are not permitted to use a Time Turner. By signing this document, you and any party involved hereby agree to the terms and conditions listed below.

Rights to a Time Turner do not extend to distribution, abuse, or irresponsible handling of the object. Destruction or loss of property may be punishable by law or reasonable fine. The Department of Mysteries is not liable for subsequent injury or death as a result of Time Turner use.’

“Sign it.” Regulus’ flat words tear through your concentration, and you can feel his figure looming behind you, a flicker of impatience evidently buzzing through his veins.

Clicking your tongue, you accept the quill that the Unspeakable passes to you, shaking your head all the while. “Don’t tell me you sign every document you get without reading it.”

You quickly scribble your signature on the paper, admiring the neat streaks as you await Regulus’ response to your quip. When he remains silent, you quickly snap your head around and fix him with a disbelieving frown. “Merlin. Okay, I’m in charge of all the legal stuff from this day onward.”

After you get sorted with the contracts and take the mandatory oath for the loan, you’re both sent off with a new bag and a polished time turner. Holding the chain up in the air, you fawn over the powerful object in your hands, quelling the adrenaline that was jittering around your nerves.

“Okay. Date, please.” You hum, shooting Regulus a confident smile.

His eyes flicker from you to the folder in his hand as he monotonously recites the information to you, “June 18th, 1958.”

Handing part of the chain to him, you quickly throw it over your neck and steady your finger against the small knob of the charm. “Like Gawdry said, in and out. Simple.” Twisting the ringlets of the device, you watch in fascination as it begins to steadily spin on its own accord, a heavy pressure of magic blanketing you both in the process.

And before you can blink again, you and Regulus are being thrown through the reel of time.

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hpshipbattles · 6 months ago

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ROUND ONE SHIPS

(keep in mind these are all randomly created from a pool of 64 characters. we are not here to debate dark ships vs light ships, we are here for fun. Feel free to suggest ship names for anything you see)

Lysander Scamander x Remus Lupin (Remsander)

Augustus Rookwood x Elphias Doge (Rookdoge)

Pavarti Patil x Blaise Zabini (Blavarti)

Lorcan Scamander x Septimus Weasley (Septorcan)

Victoire Weasley x Cassandra Vole (Vicsandra)

Neville Longbottom x Severus Snape (Sneville)

Minerva McGonagall x Horace Slughorn (Wiseslug)

Hermione Granger x Cornelius Fudge (Fudgmione)

Nearly Headless Nick x Tom Marvolo Riddle (Brainteaser)

Penny Haywood x Fleur Delacour (Penfleur)

Ron Weasley x Petunia Evans (Rontunia)

Hannah Abbott x Kingsley Shacklebolt (Shacklebbott)

Rita Skeeter x Yann Fredericks (What if we just called these two Yeet?)

Dennis Creevey x Dolores Umbridge (Creevbridge)

Rowan Khanna x Dorcas Meadowes (Rorcas)

Nymphadora Tonks x Firenze the Centaur (Centonks)

James Potter x Marcus Flint (Jarcus)

Rose Granger-Weasley x Dobby the House Elf (Robby)

Delphi Riddle x Qui LeBlanc (Augurvamp)

Molly Weasley II x Barnaby Lee (Barnolly)

Luna Lovegood x Penelope Clearwater (Lovewater)

Harry Potter x Pansy Parkinson (Hansy)

Sebastian Sallow x Chiara Lobosca (Loballow)

Barty Crouch Jr. x Albus Dumbledore (Albarty)

Sirius Black x Tulip Karasu (Prankstar)

Lily Evans x Madam Rosmerta (Lilymerta)

Cho Chang x Helena Ravenclaw (Cholena)

Fabian Prewett x Grant Chapman (Grabian)

Hestia Jones x Regulus Black (Restia)

Draco Malfoy x Albus Severus Potter (Dralbus)

Lily Luna Potter x Scorpius Malfoy (Scorlily)

Lavender Brown x Percy Weasley (Paperseer)

My bad for jinxing us guys as I was spinning this I wondered if we were actually going to get Scorbus and then the wheel decided to do something funny. some of these ships are ships I’ve seen before and I was surprised by how many of them could probably actually be enjoyed by people. but yeah suggest ship names if you have any ideas I did put down the ship names for ones I knew or ones that I could easily come up with myself.

(rules and submitted characters)

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hpfacultyfest · 2 years ago

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HP Fuck the Faculty: Fic 📚 📖

Title: No Tears to Damn You Author: tenrousei_kuroi Ship(s): Regulus Black/Albus Dumbledore, Regulus Black/Horace Slughorn, Regulus Black/Sirius Black Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 17k Warnings/Tags: Underage Sex, Sexual Coercion, Blackmail, Rape/Non-con Elements, Mutual Non-Con, Teacher-Student Relationship, Brother/Brother Incest, Caning(it's not kinky it's cruel), Out of Character(no shit), Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Lap Sex, First Time Blow Jobs, Explicit Sexual Content, Protective Sibling Sirius Black(after he's had some sense knocked into him), Slow Burn, can a two-shot be a 'slow burn'?, Regulus is 14

Prompt: Albus Dumbledore, Horace Slughorn, Marauders Era (1971 - 1978) Dumbledore/Regulus, Slughorn/Regulus (Regulus's brother won't be expelled on his watch)

Summary: Professor Dumbledore nodded sagely. “And yet it is not Sirius Black’s friend who stands before me now, begging me to let him stay.”

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alifeincoffeespoons · 4 years ago

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part x of the avatar au: prince remus and master slughorn

For a while, Lily wasn’t sure if they’d ever make it to the North Pole.

After all, they’ve gotten sidetracked—and almost killed—at least twenty times by now. At the rate they were moving at, they would’ve arrived at the North Pole in three years.

But now they’re actually here. And it’s beautiful. Lily looks down at the thick ice walls surrounding the capital city of the Northern Water Tribe, her mouth open in awe, as they fly over on the back of Prongs. It’s the most wonderful thing she’s ever seen.

Then, suddenly, Prongs are falling out of the sky, and she realizes that they’re surrounded by spears. This time, though, they’re almost a pleasant sight to see.

“It’s the Northern Water Tribe!” she exclaims, and by her side, James beams.

As they’re led into the city by the tribesman, Lily gapes unabashedly at the buildings of ice. It looks like something out of a fairy tale, all sparkling snow and sharp edges. Glancing at James, she can see the same look of amazement on his face. Looking forward, she smiles. She has a good feeling about this place.

That feeling is confirmed that night at dinner, when the chief of the tribe makes a toast to her and James. “To our guests, James and Lily,” he says, lifting up his glass. “The Avatar and, as I’ve been told, a wonderful waterbender.” Involuntarily, she blushes at the praise. “And,” the chief continues, “I would be remiss if I didn’t make a toast to my son, Remus, as well. Today is his sixteenth birthday.”

Looking to the side of the chief, Lily sees a lanky boy with shockingly white hair and a thin scar across the bridge of his nose. He’s dressed in silver-embroidered blue robes that hang off him just a bit too loosely. She gives a small smile and a wave to the boy—Remus—which he returns warmly.

An enormous snow crab is lifted onto the long table, and the chief inclines his head. “Well? Dig in!”

James shovels the crab into his mouth quickly, as though he hasn’t eaten anything in days, and Lily rolls her eyes. “I’m sorry for his utter lack of table manners,” she says, smiling at Remus.

“Don’t be,” he replies. “My father will be happy to see that he’s enjoying the food.”

“I’m Lily,” she says. “Wait, you knew that.” And the blush is back on her cheeks.

“I’m Remus, but you knew that too,” he replies, not unkindly. “How’re you liking the city?”

“Well, I’ve only been here for less than a day, but from what I’ve seen, it’s amazing,” she says sincerely. “I’ve never been anywhere with so many waterbenders before. It’s almost surreal.”

“Well, we’re happy to have you here,” Remus says. “And we’ve got tons of waterbenders here—I think my father mentioned that you were searching for a teacher?”

Lily nods, and Remus smiles again. “My father will introduce you to one after dinner—I’m sure Master Slughorn is excited to meet the two of you. He’s probably the best waterbender in all of the Northern Water Tribe.”

“I’m excited to meet him too!” Lily says, returning the smile. By her side, James clears his throat, apparently done demolishing his meal.

“Remus, why’s your hair white?” he asks loudly, and Lily huffs, rolling her eyes.

“James! You can’t just ask that!” Turning to Remus, she sighs. “I’m sorry again for him. You’d think the Avatar would be more polite.”

“It’s fine,” Remus laughs. “When I was a baby, I was very ill, almost from the day I was born. None of our healers could do a thing, and my parents weren’t sure if I would live past a month. Finally, my father decided to place my fate in the hands of the spirits. He brought me to the Spirit Oasis—I can take you there later, if you want—the most spiritual place in the entire North Pole, and prayed to the Moon Spirit to save my life. The Moon Spirit listened to his prayer and gave me part of its own life to save mine, which turned my hair white.” He smiles shyly. “I know it’s a little weird at first, but you get used to it.”

“I don’t think it’s weird at all,” Lily says. “Your hair is beautiful.”

James coughs loudly, and Lily frowns at him. “Are you feeling sick too, James? You really shouldn’t have eaten the crab so quickly.”

“It’s fine!” James declares loudly. “I’m fine! Anyway, Remus, Lily and I should get to meeting Master Sluggy—”

“Master Slughorn, actually.”

“Whatever his name is! We should go meet him, Lily. Time is of the deepest essence and all that, right? Let’s hop to it!” James stands up quickly, almost knocking over his drink in his haste, and extends a hand to Lily to pull her up. Rolling her eyes, she takes it, before dropping it quickly.

“Again, I’m so sorry for him,” Lily says to Remus.

“Yes, I’m such a burden, aren’t I?” James grumbles.

“James, you know I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant you should be more polite to our hosts. You’re not a burden at all.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he says, but he looks slightly cheerier.

Master Slughorn turns out to be a cheerful middle-aged man with a large mustache and an echoing laugh. Just as Remus had said, the Waterbending Master smiles widely and excitedly when James asks him to teach them waterbending.

“Of course, of course!” Slughorn exclaims. “We’ll start tomorrow morning—eight o’clock sharp, and don’t be late!”

That night, Lily can barely sleep, out of sheer excitement. The last time anyone besides a scroll had tried to teach her waterbending had been more than half a year ago, back when Sev was more concerned with helping her learn than railing against Prince Sirius and spreading conspiracy theories about the Avatar. She smiles wistfully at the memory—Sev correcting her stance, teaching her to shoot spikes of ice in the same way he shot spheres of fire out of his own hands.

In the morning, she has to drag James bodily out of bed, but somehow, they make it to Master Slughorn’s training grounds on time.

“Why don’t you show me what you know first?” Slughorn suggests. “First the Avatar, then Lily?”

James grins, and he sends up a great tidal wave of water out of the ice, bringing it up to the sky and then back down. It crashes with a great force, but Slughorn just hums. “Interesting. Lily?”

She takes a deep breath and thinks of Sev, thinks of the waterbending scrolls, thinks of everything she’s tried to teach James in the past few months. Then, she brings up long lashes of water that quickly crystallize into whips of ice, forming spikes as they land back onto the ground. She grins, and whirling around, she sees a matching smile on Slughorn’s face.

“Wonderful, Lily!” he applauds. “You know, I don’t think I’ve actually ever seen that move before. Where did you learn it?”

“I kind of just, uh, figured it out,” Lily says, suddenly bashful. “It’s not from a scroll or anything. Down at the South Pole, I couldn’t really learn waterbending from another waterbender, so my friend who was a firebender taught me instead. Really, we just learned from each other.”

“Very ingenious,” Slughorn says approvingly. “Lily, why don’t you show me something else?”

Over the next eight hours, Lily demonstrates to Slughorn every trick she’s learned and read about, and almost every time, he claps enthusiastically afterwards, giving her small corrections and tips to improve her focus. It might just be the best day of her life.

That is, until she realizes that James looks increasingly tired and frustrated. “I just don’t get it,” he sighs. “None of this is working for me at all.”

“Well, James, not everyone can take to waterbending as easily as Lily,” Slughorn chuckles. This, of course, is basically the worst thing he could have said, and a moment later, James has a look of despair on his face.

“How can I be the Avatar if I can’t waterbend?” he bemoans, after Slughorn’s dismissed them for the day and they’re walking back to their lodgings with Remus.

“Well, you can waterbend,” Lily says, trying to cheer him up.

“But I can’t do anything advanced,” he says. “I can’t do any of the things that he taught you to do today. It’s like—I don’t know. I know how it’s supposed to work, but I can’t see how it does, you know? Everything’s all mixed-up in my head, and I can’t separate it.”

Remus looks thoughtful. “James, how have you been learning waterbending before this?”

“Er, from scrolls, mostly,” James says.

“That might be the problem, then,” Remus says. “You’re used to seeing the moves illustrated first and then trying them out.”

James grunts. “Maybe.”

“I can take you to my father’s library,” Remus continues. “He should have waterbending scrolls there—we’d be happy to let the Avatar borrow them.”

James doesn’t say anything, so Lily nudges him, but all he does is let out another grunt. Rolling her eyes, she smiles. “He’d love to.”

“Great!” Remus says cheerily. “I can bring him to the library after dinner.”

She waves goodbye to Remus as they go their separate ways, still smiling. The moment Remus disappears from their sight, she nudges James again. “Why are you being so rude to him? He’s been nothing but kind to us.”

“What’s so great about him anyway?” James exclaims. “So what, he’s a literal prince, and he’s handsome, and he’s probably stinking rich, and the Moon Spirit gave him life or whatever, but I’m the Avatar. I’m the bridge between humans and the Spirit World! I’m the most spiritual person alive!”

“Careful, James, or you might get a big head there,” Lily says sarcastically. “And I know you’re the Avatar. What’re you going on about?”

“Nothing,” James says sullenly. He kicks a ball of snow into the nearest canal.

Suddenly, a thought occurs to Lily. It’s as clear as day, honestly—she can’t believe she didn’t see it before. “James, are you jealous?”

“What?” James laughs nervously. “What would I be jealous of? His fluffy hair and ridiculously nice smile? No way!”

“Oh, James, I get it now,” Lily says sympathetically. “I know you’ve been having a tough time with the Avatar State, and you’re still nervous about what Avatar Dumbledore told you when you visited the Spirit World, and today’s waterbending lesson was—well, it wasn’t the best. Look, just because Remus has part of the Moon Spirit in him doesn’t mean he’s more suited to the role of the Avatar than you are. You have such a big heart, James—you’ve already helped so many people!—and you’re amazing at earthbending and airbending. You can do this, James. I believe in you.” She takes his hand and squeezes it for good measure.

“Yeah,” James says slowly. “Yeah, that’s definitely it. I’ve been jealous of Remus because I’m scared of not being a good enough Avatar. Thanks for the pep talk, Lily.”

She smiles at him, relieved, and finally, he gives her a genuine smile back.

That night, when James and Remus return from the library, waterbending scrolls in hand, both of them are laughing, talking quietly to each other like they’re old friends. When James manages to create and control multiple water whips in their lesson with Master Slughorn the next morning, Lily smiles broadly, proud of how far her friend has come.

The next few days are full of laughter, cheer, and engaging lessons.

Then, of course, the Fire Nation attacks. Again.

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curseofaphrodite · 3 years ago

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Across the Sea Regulus Black x fem!reader

Summary: Regulus is determined to make things right, even if it means he has to sacrifice himself. You’re not going to let him. | angst [pre-established relationship, mentions of death, self-hate, etc] requested by anon | masterlist

Regulus was always on alert, as if any second something would explode. Each word he said sounded like he had it scripted. You would worry, but you knew what was going on. The question remained, would he tell you he joined the death eaters or would you have to confront him yourself?

He prided himself on being a good liar, and you prided yourself on knowing his lies. Which is why when he said he had to go to the Malfoy Manor for a private party, you decided you had enough.

“Party? Perfect, I always wanted to wear my beige evening gown somewhere!” You said pleasantly.

“It’s not that kind of party, and you’re kind of not invited,” Regulus said apologetically, picking up his coat and pressing a kiss against your forehead.

“Why not? I know Lucius doesn’t like me, but Narcissa is nice,” you stood up from your chair, your eyes daring.

He frowned. “We’ll talk about this when I get back.”

“We’ll talk about this now.” All the fake politeness had removed itself from your voice.

“I’m late,” He walked off, but the door closed by itself, locking him in. He turned to see your wand was out.

A part of him said to come clean now, while he still had time to apologize. You couldn't be this angry just because you can’t go to a party, right? You must know the truth.

“The death eaters can wait,” you snapped, and he paled under your hurt expression.

He took a deep breath in. “Why didn’t you tell me you knew?”

“Because I thought I was important enough for you to tell me yourself!” You took a step forwards. “Sorry for thinking you’d give me an explanation first!”

“That’s where you went wrong, Y/N. There is no explanation, I’m a death eater,” Regulus started yelling. “And that’s it. End of story. I’m not the good person you made me out to be. I’m not in your side, and I’ll never be.”

“If that were true, you would have killed me by now.”

His eyes widened. “What?”

“I’m not exactly pureblood and you know it. If you’re in the death eaters side because you thought people like me are thieves of magic, why wouldn't you have killed me by now?”

He remained impassive. You strode over to him and pulled his sleeve up, exposing the dark mark. A pang of anger hit you in the chest but you kept yourself controlled.

“Did you not yell out when you got the mark?” You asked softly, ashamed at the tears appearing in your eyes. “Didn’t you feel like you’d rather do anything in this world than be something you never wanted to be? Didn’t you hate yourself?”

“Hating myself wasn’t a new feeling.”

“How do you think it is to love someone who hates himself?”

“You tell me.”

“The man I loved wasn’t like this,” the words were out of you before you could stop them. The anger in his eyes died out instantly, and the hurt on his face went as quick as it came.

“When I come back,” he said in a quiet fury, “you better not be here.”

“Reg—”

But he was off, not even bothering to slam the door on your face. He disapparated on the spot, and with that vanished the Regulus you thought you knew.

A cup of tea was perfect in late evenings, but the warm feeling felt strange in your throat. You didn’t trust anything nowadays, not after you left his house with everything you owned. Even the tea you brewed felt like it might be poison.

The outside world seemed to be filled with dementors and despair, and all the muggles thought a storm was coming. You wondered how they’d react if they knew they were already in the middle of one, and that they can’t escape.

Your owl flew through the open window and perched on your shoulder, holding out a small card. You offered a smile in gratitude and took it.

Two words were written in ink on one side - Horace Slughorn.

You instantly turned it over, wondering why your Potions professor wrote you a letter. Surely he was okay?

Even before you finished the letter, you were standing up. You threw the paper to the fireplace, watching it burn and making sure the words were ashes. Then, picking up your jacket, you ran outside to catch the Knight Bus.

“Regulus.”

Your voice made him freeze in shock, and he turned to you like you were a ghost.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, instantly blocking your view to the bag he was packing.

“Your mother wasn't home and Kreacher likes me for some reason,” you acted as if he didn't look suspicious. In reality, over the two weeks, he had changed a lot. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was messier than ever and his skin was too pale. He may have reacted like you were a ghost but he was the one who resembled a wandering spirit.

You wanted nothing more than scold him on being so harsh on himself but you stood your ground, following the plan you had in mind.

“I thought you’d live on our- your house alone.” You said hesitantly. “Why did you come back here?”

“That house was just for the two of us.” He said, annoyed. “I figured if I was going to be alone, I’d come back here. Both feels the same anyway.”

“You were the one who asked me to get out.” You said defensively.

“I also thought I implied you must stay away from me.”

“I was planning on it, but then I got an interesting letter from Horace.”

His eyes became guarded.

“Don’t do it, Reg,” you whispered, your eyes falling on the bag he was packing — the one overpouring with random books and food.

He sighed, gave up, and sat down on the bed

“It’s a long way across the sea, I didn’t want to be bored.” He answered, nodding towards the bag.

“Don’t do it,” you repeated louder.

“It’s not your call.”

“It’s not yours either!”

“I know the risks-” he stopped when he saw the tears falling down your face. Even then, you didn't look sad but determined. You grabbed his hand and sat down beside him.

“What are you doing?” He asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Making sure you don’t leave. If you’re disapparating, you are taking me with you.”

He tried to shake off your hand but your grip was tight.

“This isn’t funny,” he said sharply.

“That’s what I’ve been saying!” You retorted just as fast. “Instead of going on a suicide mission, don’t you think you should stop and think? Make another plan?’

“There is no other plan.”

“Regulus, by killing yourself, what are you trying to prove?”

“I’m not—”

“What do you think would happen if you did go through it?” With your other hand, you took off his locket before he could protest, the one you knew he was planning to use in his mission.

“Give it back, L/N,” he said with his teeth clenched.

“No,” you held it above your head, and he stood up, trying to grab it. You moved it to the left, standing up with him so that the hold on his hand remained the same.

He tried to snatch it again, but you moved your hand out of his way.

“Y/N, stop it, give it back-”

“No!” You threw it to the corner of the room, and when he tried to move, you tugged him back.

“Let me go, for fuck’s sake.” He wasn’t fighting too much, you knew it. He was close to giving up.

“You let me go, because you were too much of a coward to hold on,” you said angrily. “I’m not doing the same with you.”

“ISN’T ANY OF THIS WHAT YOU WANTED?” He yelled, almost close to crying. “Didn't you say I was good? You’d rather have me be a death eater instead?”

“I’d rather have you alive!”

“Maybe I don’t want to be alive!”

He broke down then, tears streaming down his face and his heart pounding against his chest. He didn’t want you to keep staring at him while he was vulnerable, so he crashed his lips against yours, feeling his heart speed up at the familiar soft touch.

Your hands climbed up to his hair, kissing him back fiercely, your bodies close as it was physically possible.

“I’m so tired,” he whispered between the kisses, his lips always finding yours even though his eyes were closed. He softly pushed you to the bed, but while you waited for him to climb in, he just looked at you sadly.

“I love you more than I love the stars,” he whispered.

“No,” you said sharply, trying to get to him again, but he had already taken the locket and disapparated.

“Kreacher! Kreacher!” You started yelling, but there was no reply.

Your mouth fell open, unable to process that you were completely alone in the house, and that you had no idea where Regulus had gone. Towards a sea — but which one? To get a Horcrux — but where is it?

You started going through the bag he didn’t take, throwing everything apart, not even knowing what you were looking for. You didn't mind your tears, and pulled the blanket off the bed, as if Regulus had hidden a map under there.

“No. No. No!” You shrieked, pushing the vase off his table, which fell down and broke to pieces.

After fifteen minutes, the mirror in Regulus Black’s room showed a lady — a broken and exhausted lady — with her head leaning against the wall and no hope left in her soul.

Regulus didn’t like how he was leaving you with a broken promise. He wanted to stay, he really did. But even after he replaced the Salazar locket with his own, even after drinking the horrible potion and reliving all the pain in his life, even after asking Kreacher to disappear, he knew he was doing the right thing. And doing the right thing was the least he could do.

He hoped you’d forgive him someday. He hoped his brother would be proud.

As he was struggling to breath and let himself be grabbed by the Inferni, he realized how ironic the situation was. He loved the stars, and had thought even if he was drowning in the sea, he’d be able to see them for one last time. But no, all he could see was the dark ceiling of the wall.

He felt himself being drained of life, and he tried not to feel furious. Why did it matter if he saw the stars or not? He was going to join them in the sky soon enough. - Somewhere far away, Slughorn received a letter in your handwriting. He almost couldn’t make out the words because the ink was smeared with what felt like tears.

Regulus Black has fallen. -Y/N L/N

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omgrachwrites · 4 years ago

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Falling Stars (Sequel to Tell A Tale of You and Me) - Prologue

Pairing: Dean Thomas x Reader

Summary: In the midst of a brewing war you fall for one of your classmates, a boy that you used to know. When you have the chance to fight against evil, you fight for what you believe in.

Chapter Summary: Chapter Summary: In your third year you finally meet your father and discover he’s as wonderful as your mother has always told you. Unfortunately, it leads you to have an awkward conversation with your friend and crush.

Warnings: fluff, angst, dialogue heavy, kind of ooc Draco

Words: 2703

Disclaimer: This gif doesn’t belong to me!

A/N: Here we are, the prologue of the sequel! This part is set in the third year but the rest of the fic will be set in fifth year! Also, I’ll be writing chapter summaries for this fic! You guys will get to see Dean’s POV in the next part! This is still a reader insert fic, the reader just has a name! Hope you guys enjoy and please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist! I love you all!

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Prologue - Stormy Eyes and Dimpled Smiles

As a little girl your mother had always told you stories about your father, she told you what a great man he was and how much she loved him. But, as you got older she had told you that he’d been betrayed by someone who he called a friend and he’d been carted off to Azkaban. But he was innocent, your mum had always insisted upon that and she wouldn’t lie to you.

When you were accepted into Hogwarts your mum had begged for you to use her maiden name as your surname, she didn’t want you to get bullied when people discovered who your dad was. However, changing your name would have been an insult to your dad and nobody had really bullied you for it.

Your heart was beating wildly as adrenaline coursed through your veins as you grabbed your broomstick, pulled on the dragon hide jacket that used to belong to your dad and you left your dormitory.

“Cassie,” your second cousin sighed as you wandered into the common room with a determined look on your face, “please don’t do this, don’t go to him.”

You groaned at his words, “Draco, you told me that my father is in the top cell of The Dark Tower. Do you really expect me not to go to him? You don’t understand, you have your father here, I know he might not be the best dad but you still have him. I’m not asking for your permission.”

Draco sighed and finally relented, “fine, just be careful Cass.”

You laughed as you quirked an eyebrow, “you’re not going soft on me, are you Malfoy?” you teased and he scoffed as he looked away with the hint of a smirk on his face. You smiled as you leaned forwards and hugged him, “see you later,” before he could reply you were out of the common room.

You knew what was going to happen to your dad if you didn’t get to him in time, he would have to endure getting his soul sucked out by the Dementors and you couldn’t let that happen. You hardly remembered your dad but you loved him fiercely. You had never run so fast in your life, thankfully you didn’t meet anyone as you sprinted through the castle corridors. You didn’t see anyone until you passed the portrait hole outside of the Gryffindor common room and you saw one of your friends – and your secret crush – Dean standing outside.

“Cass, where are you going?” he called after you and you stupidly flushed at the sound of his voice.

“I’ll explain later Dean,” you shouted over your shoulder, and you carried on running like the wind.

Once you got out onto the grounds you mounted your broom and soared up through the velvet night sky on the way to meet your dad, you felt sick with nerves. When you got to the top of the tower you saw your dad through the bars, he was sitting there with his head in his hands. You were too scared to speak out loud so instead you cleared your throat.

Sirius’ head shot up and he stared at you with wild haunted eyes, he was still as handsome as the man you had seen in photographs but he was so thin and gaunt. His hair was matted and the gleam in his eyes had died. He truly looked like a man on the run.

“Who are you?” he mumbled, frowning at you from behind the bars.

“I uh, well,” you stammered, feeling tears well up in your eyes.

Sirius regarded you closely before he gasped and you saw his dull grey eyes fill up with tears, it made his eyes sparkle in the moonlight, “Cassie, is that you? You look beautiful, just like your mother did at your age,” he smiled.

You nodded as the tears trickled down your cheeks and you gave him a watery smile, “it’s me dad,” you sniffled.

The gap between the bars was big enough that he could get his hand through and he cupped your cheek, wiping away your tears, “let’s get you out of here,” you felt around for your wand and that was when you realised that you had left it on your bed, “I don’t have it,” you sighed, you felt like such an idiot, you had forgotten your wand when your dad’s life was in jeopardy, “I’m so sorry,” you sniffled.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay sweetheart. I’m just so happy to see you,” he grinned, “how is your mother?”

“She’s fine, she misses you so much,” it was hard to see that your mum wasn’t truly happy. How could she be when the love of her life was behind bars?

A crease formed in the middle of his forehead and it looked like he was seconds away from bursting into tears, “Merlin, I miss her more and more as each day goes by.”

You bit your lip and decided to address the pressing issue, “I know that you’re innocent, you were betrayed by one of your best friends. Mum always used to tell me and Uncle Remus that you were innocent, I’m sure whether Uncle Remus believed it.”

“Uncle Remus?” Sirius raised an eyebrow and burst out laughing. His laugh was a warm, rich sound, it made you feel protected and you almost remembered it from your childhood, “I’m sure Remus loves that,” there was a sparkling gleam to his warm eyes and you smiled sheepishly.

“Mum didn’t want him to be alone.”

Sirius nodded, “I heard that Morgana, Remus’ wife died. They were together in school, she was nice.”

“She was killed by a Death Eater a few years after Harry’s parents died.”

“Your mum has always been like that Cass, she’s always been exceedingly kind, she’s never wanted anyone to feel alone,” you could see that he was still plainly in love with your mum, after twelve years. But you knew that she was still in love with him too. You wished that one day you would meet somebody who desperately loved you.

Your dad cleared his throat as he looked at you with a cheeky grin, “so, Cass, tell me about yourself. I can’t believe I don’t really know anything about my daughter, I take it you play Quidditch? You look very much at ease up there.”

You giggled as you nodded, Quidditch was your pride and joy, you loved playing it so much, “yes I do, and I’m a Chaser. Though, I’m the only girl on my team,” you fiddled with the ends of your hair, suddenly feeling nervous, “I’m in Slytherin, I know you would rather have me be sorted into Gryffindor but I wasn’t.”

“Woah, sweetheart,” he chuckled, holding up his hands, “I don’t care what house you’re sorted into; the only thing I care about is if you’re happy. Besides, your Uncle Regulus was a Slytherin and even though we had our differences, he was my brother and I loved him. One of the best teachers that I’d ever had was a Slytherin too, Horace Slughorn, it’s not a weakness to be a Slytherin. I love you Cass.”

You grinned as you felt your tears well up and you felt an overwhelming amount of love for your dad. He was just as you had always hoped, “I love you too dad.”

Sirius smiled as he raised an eyebrow and nodded at your jacket, “is that my jacket?” he laughed.

“Yeah,” you smiled bashfully, “mum gave it to me at the start of the school term and I’ve hardly taken it off.”

“It was my first dragon hide jacket, my first of many. It suits you Cass.”

You spent about ten minutes talking to your dad about your experience at Hogwarts – you even told him about Dean – before you were interrupted by Harry Potter. Harry and Hermione were on Buckbeak’s back and you were momentarily speechless as Harry smiled at you kindly, “hi Cass.”

“Hey Harry,” you smiled; you knew that Harry was here to rescue Sirius because your dad was his godfather.

You moved out of the way as Hermione pointed her wand at the bars, “Bombarda!” she shouted and the bars exploded right off the cell and Sirius hopped onto Buckbeak. You felt a twinge of jealousy at the fact that Hermione had been the one to release your dad. Sirius must have seen the look on your face because he chuckled and kissed your forehead.

When the four of you reached the courtyard, you stood back to let Harry have his time with your dad, Sirius was his godfather after all. You sighed as you breathed in the warm night air as you leaned against the stone wall. It was hard not to feel jealous but your dad didn’t just belong to you.

“Are you alright Cass?” Hermione asked you sweetly, her hair was bushier than usual due to her flying through the sky on the Hippogriff’s back, “tonight must have been a weird one for you.”

“I just found him, after twelve years. I hardly remember anything about him before he was sent off to Azkaban, I don’t want to lose him again,” you sniffed, blinking the tears out of your eyes.

“Oh, Cass,” Hermione sighed and pulled you into a warm hug, you hadn’t always been friendly with Hermione but right now, you needed a hug. You hugged her back tightly as you rested your head against her shoulder.

“I have to go now Cass,” your dad’s voice caused you to pull away from Hermione and you ran into his open arms.

You felt a great pain in your heart as Sirius wrapped his arms around you, “when will I see you again? I have to know,” you asked thickly as you fought back tears.

“Soon, I promise, just keep an eye on the horizon,” he chuckled as he pulled away and cupped your cheeks, “I love you Cass,” he kissed your forehead.

“I love you too dad,” you sniffled.

As Sirius mounted Buckbeak, he turned to Hermione, “you really are the brightest witch of your age.”

Hermione smiled in response and then he was gone, flying deeper and deeper into the night sky. You hoped that he would go and see your mum; you lived for the day when you could see him again.

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On the last day of the school term you said goodbye to Remus and wandered down to the carriages that would take you into Hogsmeade Station. You sighed, leaning your head against the side of the carriage as it travelled towards the village. You wondered where your dad was now and you hoped that he was safe. Now that he was free from Azkaban you supposed that you could write to him over the summer. You were sure that he would appreciate it.

“So, what’s your father like?” Draco prompted as you got out of the carriage and walked onto the platform.

You smiled, you couldn’t believe that after twelve years you had seen him again, he was just as your mum had always said, “he’s wonderful.”

Draco nodded at you as you boarded the train, “you are sitting with us right?” he asked, gesturing to your Slytherin classmates, “lately, we’ve been a little concerned about where your loyalty lies,” he smirked and you scowled as someone in the crowd laughed.

“No, there’s something I need to do, I’ll just see you next term,” you hissed as you grimaced at him before you pushed past him and began to search the compartments.

You had to find Dean; now that your dad had escaped Hogwarts – and certain death – you guessed that your family would be pulled into drama. Dean didn’t deserve to be a part of it, he didn’t need the trouble. Your heart twisted as you rehearsed what you were going to say to him. Finally, you found the compartment he was sharing with Seamus and Neville, you really didn’t want to do this but you really had no other choice.

Taking a deep breath you pulled open the glass door and poked your head in, “Dean, can I talk to you for a second?”

Dean looked up and gave you a dimpled smile, the edges of his deep brown eyes crinkling as he did so. Merlin, you were going to miss that beautiful smile, especially with those dimples, “Hi Cass, of course,” he got up and followed you into the corridor.

You bit your lip nervously as you fiddled with the ends of your hair, “okay, I’m just going to come out and say it, Sirius Black is my dad.”

Dean raised an eyebrow as he let out a surprised laugh, “Cass, I know.”

“You do?” you frowned up at him, “why didn’t you say anything?”

Dean shrugged casually, “I dunno, I thought it might be something that you were insecure about, I didn’t want to pry so I figured that if you wanted to talk about it, you would have told me already. It must have been hard for you,” he offered you another one of those brilliant smiles.

You felt the warmth gather in your chest, you wished that you could have told him that your dad was innocent but he would never believe you. He was so sweet and kind, there was no way that you could tell him that you didn’t want to be friends with him anymore, “Merlin, that is so nice,” you smiled and Dean let out a nervous little chuckle, “with my dad being on the run and everything, things will be crazy with my family and I don’t think that I’ll be able to hang out this summer,” you weren’t exactly lying.

“Hey,” Dean smiled and pulled you into a warm hug, resting his chin on the top of your head, “that’s completely fine, just let me know if you ever want an escape from it.”

You bit your lip to keep the goofy grin at bay, “I will,” you pulled back slightly to smile up at him, “thanks Dean.”

The sound of the door being wrenched open caused you to jump away from each other and Seamus poked his head out with a mischievous smile on his face, “wanna come and sit with us Cass?” he smirked over at Dean.

You and Dean exchanged amused glances and you shrugged, “sure, I’d love to,” you beamed and sat opposite Neville.

Neville gave you a wary look and you couldn’t exactly blame him, most of your Slytherin classmates had been horrible to him and you couldn’t understand why. There was no need for people to be mean to him, it was uncalled for, “hi Neville, what book have you got there?”

“Hi Cass,” he stuttered, “um, it’s a book about Herbology,” he gestured to the heavy tome on his lap.

You nodded with a grin, “I’ve heard that you’re really good at it.”

Neville shrugged as he flushed bright red, “I guess, I’m okay at it,” he smiled. You caught Dean’s eye and he gave you a warm smile.

“So Cass,” Seamus started, “will you still be playing Quidditch next year?”

You laughed and nodded, there was no way that you would ever stop playing Quidditch, “of course, maybe Slytherin will have more of a chance next year because Oliver won’t be the Keeper.”

Seamus burst out laughing as he shook his head, “no chance.”

“I agree,” Dean smirked, “Gryffindor will be even more unstoppable next year because I’m trying out for the team.”

You felt a competitive thrill course through your body and you narrowed your eyes at your crush, “I’ll kick your arse into next week, Thomas.”

Neville and Seamus watched your interaction intently with amused looks on their faces, “promises, promises,” Dean smirked, causing you to laugh.

The rest of the journey consisted of the four of you laughing and joking – even Neville warmed up to you – as you played Exploding Snap. You could hardly keep your eyes off of Dean and you were looking forward to the next term. You had no idea that there would be no Quidditch matches and you had no idea that the wizarding world was about to be plunged into darkness.

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cakeraa · 4 months ago

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tell me why the fuck slughorn changed the rules when it's literally just the TWO OF THEM ??

#marauders #crimson rivers #james potter #james x regulus #regulus black #jegulus #horace slughorn #professor slughorn

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ao3feed-jily · 4 years ago

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Bright Stars, Dark Waters

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by hufflepuffvirgo

Long Marauder's Era fic (1976 - Post First Wizarding War) . Follows the Marauder's friendship and Regulus Black from the POV of original character - Cecelia Potter. This is mainly a Regulus Black x OC fic, but there will also be Wolfstar and Jily. Some canon diversion (for example - James has a sister). DISCALIMER - I do not support J K Rowling there will be trigger warnings and content warnings at the start f every chapter when I think it is suitable

Words: 149, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Regulus Black, Original Potter Family Characters (Harry Potter), James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Marlene McKinnon, Mary Macdonald, Dorcas Meadowes, Peter Pettigrew, Severus Snape, Bartemius Crouch Jr., Minerva McGonagall, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Andromeda Black Tonks, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Orion Black, Walburga Black, Albus Dumbledore, Horace Slughorn, Kreacher (Harry Potter)

Relationships: Regulus Black/Original Female Character(s), Regulus Black/Original Character(s), Regulus Black & Original Character(s), James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, James Potter & Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin, Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes, Marlene McKinnon & Dorcas Meadowes

Additional Tags: Eventual Romance, Romance, Hogsmeade, Hogwarts, Marauders, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Marauders Friendship (Harry Potter), Swearing, Wizarding World (Harry Potter), Wizarding Wars (Harry Potter), Original Character(s), wolfstar, Marauder's Era, Angst, First War with Voldemort, Underage Smoking, Smoking, Drinking, Underage Drinking, jily

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#ao3feed #fanfic #Harry Potter #Jily #James Potter #Lily Evans #Lily Potter #Lily Evans Potter

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ottostherapy · 4 years ago

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How to not be an adult - Reunion

Severus Snape x OC

a/n: Still a Snape appreciation month story, cause Snape deserves some love. Excuse my language, not my mother tongue.

post-war au, where Snape survives and returns to teaching at Hogwarts. After disappearing for almost four month, he is to meet his new colleagues.

warnings: none

word count: 1358

Part 1

(gif’s not mine)

Soon the other teachers arrived, some of which Severus knew, some of which he couldn’t recall having met before. Filius Flitwick was late to the feast they had in the Great Hall, which was not to his surprise. The short wizard continuously had a hard time letting go of his wife, or the other way around, Severus didn’t know.

He, himself was sat next to Minerva and Horace Slughorn.

While his former potions professor had a lot to talk about, Severus kept to himself. He watched Septima Vector talking to a rather small, chubby witch, with puffy dark hair, standing to all directions, listened to a vivid conversation between Rolanda Hooch and Pomona Sprout about the effect of Fluxweed in brooms. Nearby sat Poppy Pomfrey, who had taken interest in a neatly dressed witch. All around the staff chattered, yet the air glimmered in a tense.

Minerva cleared her throat and stood up. “I want to welcome you all to this years’ Hogwarts staff!” The professors quickly silenced. “I hope you enjoyed our first meal together.”

Here and there Severus saw a nod. Rubeus Hagrid even managed to rasp an “Of course” between slugs out his massive cup.

“Since we are now a vast mixture of common and new members, I reckoned we get to know each other a bit better before the year starts.” A whisper went through the table of teachers.

Severus and his long-established colleagues vividly remembered the silly games Albus had made them play over and over again.

“I think a quick introduction, a few words about yourself will suffice for tonight.” Minerva paused. “Due to the recent events, I have permitted myself to take a few changes in structure and curriculum, so for the next year we are joined by mental-health experts.” She looked to the neat witch next to Poppy. “At Rolanda’s and Poppy’s request, I have also decided to include a teacher for the sportive students, who are less interested in performing Quidditch, whereas I do question their common sense.”

Severus smiled faintly at her words. Ever since he remembered the older witch, she had been overly-engaged in cheering for Gryffindor to win the Quidditch-Cup. Admittedly, he himself was competitive, ambitious, one could say and he was glad to have been able to smear the victory of his house into Minerva’s face for a few years. Of course, this had never felt as good as the year his friend Regulus Black, captain of the Slytherin team while Severus was still learning had beat the arrogant James Potter in Gryffindor team.

“I did include a little twist for our introductory round”, Minerva summoned a good amount of parchment snippets. “These are quotes I have collected from you throughout the years knowing you, for those whom I don’t know as long, I chose quotes that do not immediately give away they are taken from the interview.” She had the snippets fly to the staff, one for each of them. “Once you introduced yourself you read the quote and then it’s everyone’s turn to guess.”

Horace nudged Severus’ side. “Don’t give me away, Severus.” The elder wizard wiggled his eyebrows at his former student.

“I will be silent as the dead.”

Horace twitched. “Oh no, no. Please don’t say that, dear.” Severus felt his heart sting. For the past years, he had lived knowing he had to die, knowing he had to kill Albus, knowing there were few people who appreciated him. Not to mention his father or his bullies. He was aware Horace valued him as a wizard, he had not expected him to appreciate him as a human being.

“Can I go firs’, Minerva?”, Severus heard Hagrid holler in excitement, to which she nodded.

The giant Gamekeeper and Care of Magical Creatures-Professor nonchalantly stood up. “Erm, well. My name’s Rubeus Hagrid an’ I am proud to stand ‘ere as the schools Keeper of Keys an’ Grouns, all thanks to Albus Dumbledore. Err, an’ I am also teaching the kids the Care of Magical Creatures.” He raised a hand to scratch his chin underneath the feral beard.

“Thank you, Rubeus.” Minerva gave him an affirming smile. “The quote?”

“Oi!” Hagrid unfolded the paper. “It says: I was expec’ing to see more blood today.”

Severus could barely contain the sneer, that was crawling the muscles around his mouth. He glanced at the very red, laughing Poppy, remembering the remark she had given towards the Slytherin-Gryffindor match a few years ago.

Against his anticipation, the quote-guessing game was a rather fun occurrence.

He found out Filius had gotten an anonymous love-letter the year, that the annoying Lockard had been employed, Pomona regularly talked to random cats around the greenhouses, hoping them to be Minerva, Maia Reed, the witch right next to Poppy had specialised in psychology at a muggle university and even though she looked so strict was a huge nerd for karaoke. Upon the mention of her degree at the muggle university the new professor for Muggle Studies shot her an envious look.

He, Baldwin Sivit, reminded Severus of Arthur Weasley, except he was less red-headed and did probably not have numerous children, he did however, raise the same energy, being all-interested in Muggle artefacts and such. Severus already knew he was not going to deliberately make friends with this person.

“Look, this one even copied his name on the test, we are teaching a year of dunderheads.” Severus shifted. He took a large sip red-wine and tried to look as indifferent as possible. Of course, all of the common professors laughed, knowing exactly, there was only one person in the room to be making these kinds of remarks.

Much to his surprise the small witch with the puffy locks snorted, before she blushed furiously. She searched the other adults’ faces with a curious look. As she reached his dark eyes, Severus couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at her.

“Definitely him!”, she blurted out, pointing at Severus. Her voice was low, raspy, with a delicate accent, he could not match. And if he didn’t know better, he would say she had stuck his tongue out at him.

“Why would you insult a student like this?” Sivit glared at Severus.

Before Severus could speak – he had something along the lines of “It’s not an insult if it’s true” in mind – Minerva intervened. “Professor Snape slips sarcastic remarks every now and then.” She paused, inspecting both Sivit and Severus strictly.

What an understatement, he thought to himself, but Minerva quickly continued: “He however, beholds very high aspiration regarding his students, which usually results in very well-educated young adults.”

“Indeed, indeed. You have, to this day, excelled every student I taught. Besides, did I ever tell you? The students I took over, are without exception experts at basic-knowledge.” Horace nodded in excitement.

“Even Longbottom?”, Severus asked raising an eyebrow. He did not turn his head to face the Potions Master, but his eyes scanned the wizard to his side cautiously.

Horace didn’t answer, instead the witch, who outed him, started introducing herself. “My name is Lilou Frei, I am the new Transfiguration Professor, I have attended Hogwarts for my own education from 74 to 81, some of you might remember me”, she winked at Pomona Sprout, then searched Severus’ face for any emotion, but he kept a straight face. He did not remember Lilou, and he certainly was very displeased with her name. “After graduating, I spent my years in my mother’s hometown in Switzerland, studying the art of turning one thing into another and also turning myself into a duck, because honestly, who doesn’t like ducks, they are lovely!” She cupped her face with her hands, probably thinking of the ducks she was referring to. Severus could not recall having seen a lovely duck, ever. “Oh, and I have an undying love for bouncy castles.” She added straight-faced.

Severus couldn’t help but grin. Ducks, an undying love for bouncy-castles and that bubbly energy of hers. This year would be … interesting.

“My sentence says: You will not regret this; I can turn myself into a duck!” Lilou giggled. “Oh how very unfortunate. This is me!”

#Severus Snape #prosnape #snape appreciation month #snape fanfiction #snape fanfic #snapeloveposts #snape lives au #snapedom #snape x oc #hp

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ao3feed-snape · 2 years ago

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Standing Under Gray Skies

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by OneAlexAndRyan

I'll add one later, guys. When I know what I'm doing ;')

Words: 1619, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter (Marauders Era)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Original Characters, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, James Potter, Lily Evans, Regulus Black, Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, Gilderoy Lockhart, Marlene McKinnon, Random OC Hogwarts students, Hogwarts Students, Hogwarts Staff, Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, Horace Slughorn, Madame Pomfrey, Rubeus Hagrid

Relationships: OC x Sirius Black, James Potter x Lily Evans, OC x Remus Lupin

Additional Tags: i'll update as I go along, Sadness, Marauder mischief, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), original main character, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, I'll post warnings pertaining to each chapter, Prologue was almost just a one-shot, Kinda slow-ish updates, Aiming for one a day

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Severus Snape

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lorelaisgilmoresarchive-blog · 7 years ago

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hogwarts info part 2:

professors: albus dumbledore - the headmaster, we love but as a fandom don’t trust bc we see u albus u a shady bitch. ( still love his quotes thooo. ) minerva mcgonagall - the true HERO. she is head of gryffindor house and is basically the baddest bitch who everyone respects and adores. filius flitwick - charms professor and head of ravenclaw house he’s WITTLE but he’s powerful and he’s the one in the forever famous it’s LEVIOOOSA NOT LEVIOSA scene. horace slughorn - he is the potions master and head of slytherin house in the marauder era. not a bad dude... but he is ambitious and he’s all about them connections and collecting valuable and rare artifacts and he treats people like this too. which is how the slug club is born, he recruits students who either have powerful relatives or are crazy talented ( which is how lily ended up in this club, she was one of his absolute favorite students. some others in here were like regulus black, lucius malfoy, theodore nott, and u know people like that. ) he was also voldy’s potions teacher and head of house.. he loved him LMFAOOOO. told him about horcruxes ( which i will explain. ) professor binns - teaches history of magic and he’s like u know a 100000 year old ghost man. most people sleep through this class but tbh i think it would have been my fave lmao. silvanus kettleburn - he was the care of magical creatures professor in this era. magical creatures u know all the fab wizarding animals we saw in fantastic beasts and more. rubeus hagrid - gamekeeper, dumbledore let him stay on the grounds after he was expelled from hogwarts the year the chamber of secrets was opened and mrytle was killed. pomona sprout - head of hufflepuff house and she teaches herbology all about the plants and things u know this is the biology of the wizarding world and all that. she’s the one that grew mandrakes in the second book / film to help all the students attacked by the basilisk ( giant snake ) sybill trelawney - divinations professor, she’s a seer this bitch acts like she’s a fake but she not. that’s why dumbeldore hired her she’s the one that delivers the prophecy about the chosen one. u know the one that snape overhears and runs like a bitch baby to tell voldy and then realizes he fucked up... bc LILY lmfao. most people think she’s a fake THO... cause she has like one accurate vision every 3000 years. madam hooch - flying instructor, she’s the referee at the quidditch matches and the coach for the teams.

other subjects at hogwarts:

arthimacy - wizard math DIE TBH. it predicts the future using numbers but who wants to torture themselves? but info here [ x ]

ancient runes - more wizard historical stuff which i think i’D be so interested in info here [ x ]

astronomy - star studies

alchemy - only available to 6th and 7th years as an elective... info here [ x ]

apparition - seventeen years old... gotta be of age for this info here [ x ]

muggle studies - muggles be freaks for wizards lmao. info here [ x ]

general class information here [ x ]

other wizarding schools:

there are other schools outside of hogwarts in the wizarding world bc well magic isn’t only british lmaoo. there are others like in japan and so forth but i’ll tell you some of the ones most people reference.

beauxbatons - school in france, in the movies it’s all “ girls “ but in the books aka real canon there are male and female students. their headmistress is madam maxine.

durmstrang - scandinavian school, this school biggotted they don’t accept muggle borns but u know the students may or may not be prejudiced against them take viktor krum for example he took hermione to the yule ball.

ilvermony - ya’ll know this one it’s the american one with the problematic as fuck native american houses.

horcruxes - you’ve all seen the movies, so this you will know but basically it’s an object that contains a part of a wizards soul... voldemort used it to create “ immortality “ except not really bc they can be destroyed anyway the catch for this is that you have to commit murder in order to be able to split your soul. it’s heinous in the eyes of most people. horace slughorn told voldy about it thou he got charmed and he explained what it was and he’s ashamed.

magazines:

the daily prophet - wizarding newspaper, it’s controlled by the ministry a lot of the time and they aren’t truthful aka think of fox news.

witch weekly - thas right wizards love gossip too and they have celebrities so like think of this as a tabloid magazine of sorts.

music: there are wizarding bands who are famous, same with singers and such bc everyone loves music. some of the ones i remember at the top of my head...

the weird sisters - is a rock band, we saw them at the yule ball in the goblet of fire. but basically they the rolling stones man

celestina warbeck - a popular female witch who sings and tbh for some reason i imagine celeine dion lmfaoo.

spellbound - an all WITCH band typically surrounded by scandals.

jobs aka after hogwarts:

gringotts curse breaker - basically treasure hunters / archeologists they work for the bank and break ancient curses and travel the world and tbH this would have been one of my dream jobs.

dragologist - they are magizoologists who focus on dragons like ron’s brother charlie. many go to romania bc of the dragon sanctuary.

magizoologist - NEWT was one of them... they care about the animals u know... they study them and all that jazz.

auror - wizard cops basically, they are crazy talented witches or wizards who protect the wizarding world. they also tend to be very respected a few names that made a big impact in this field were alice and frank longbottom... people loved them.

professor - obviously we need the teachers lmao.

healers - they work at st mungos the wizard hospital and they tend to the sick and basically the doctors of this world.

unspeakables: they work at the department of mysteries and it’s exactly how it sounds they don’t talk and are really intimidating.

quidditch teams : there are a lot and people are famous like viktor krum info here [ x ]

wizengamont - wizarding court, it’s the high court of law and it acts like pariliment... and people get invited to join u have to be highly respected and all that. dumbledore is the head of it.

ministry of magic departments - A SHIT TON of these. and i will link to info here [ x ]

food - there are several kinds of alcohol and food and sweets and all that shit links for alcohol [ x ] and candy [ x ] and food [ x ]

textbooks and school stuff here [ x ]

wandlore information here [ x ] [ x ] [ x ]

extra info on a patronus here [ x ]

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