#I COULD HIDE IN THIS CAKE AND BOOM LIKE IN MOVIE JUMP OUTSIDE IT AND START DANCING

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Written In The Stars IV (Harry Potter xFem!Oc)

A/N: Next to writing in another language, writing Hagrid’s dialogues is a nightmare. So, I just did it as little as possible though I love him so much.

Words: 2,449

Warnings: None!

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Chapter Four: Rubeus Hagrid.

The next days were horrid, it had been years since she had felt so powerless, locked in her house with no one to play, even worse, knowing Harry had been kidnapped by the Dursleys. Her mum was anxious too, but she was better at hiding it. From time to time she would go over to the window and look around, Mel knew she was looking for an owl.

Then, on the evening of the second day, a loud bang on the door made them jump from their seats. Emily stood up and opened the door, gasping at the sight in front of her.

"Hagrid, what are you doing here?" A man, taller than anyone she'd ever known, was standing in the doorway, hair rustled and beard long and messy.

"Dumbledore," He said in a deep, rusty voice, "sent me"

"Why?" The woman asked, "Harry's not here!"

"He thought that Mel might wan' to come!" He exclaimed cheerfully.

His eyes looked around the room and landed on the little girl, hiding behind the sofa.

"Well look at yeh, Mel!" He laughed, "Look at yeh! Yeh've grown!"

"Do I know you?" She asked.

"He saw you when you were a baby," Her mother moved away from the door so he could come in, looking more tired than before, "he's an old friend"

"Oh," She said, standing up from the sofa, "nice to meet you, uh..."

"Rubeus Hagrid," The man walked up to her with heavy steps that made the whole house tremble, "keeper of keys in Hogwarts, bet yeh know about tha' now"

"I know about Hogwarts," Mel nodded, pleased to recognize the name.

"Hagrid," Emily closed the door, "I'm sorry, but did you just say that you're here to take Mel?"

"If yeh allow," Hagrid smiled, putting his hands inside his coat, "if not, I still wanted to deliver this to dear ol' Mel. Yeh turned eleven this month, don' think I forgot!"

He handed her a box filled with strange candies that she couldn't wait to eat.

"Can I go?" She asked her mother, "I promised Harry I would help!"

"I... I don't know," Emily looked over to Hagrid, "you know where Harry is?"

"Yes," He nodded, "we'll be there in no time"

"You have to be careful," She replied, "please Hagrid, the kids..."

"Dumbledore trust me," He made a careless movement with his hand that almost knocked off the lamp, "yeh'll have yer daughter back safe an' soun"

"I'll be good, I promise," Mel jumped, holding tightly to her mother's wrist, "Please?"

"I'll have to talk with Dumbledore one of these days," She huffed, "He keeps forgetting who is your tutor"

"That means I can go?" Mel held her breath.

"Bloody-" Emily groaned in frustration, passing a hand through her hair, "put on your coat and listen to everything Hagrid tells you. If you disobey you won't be going to any fun trips again."

Mel let out a short squeal and hugged her mother.

It was hard to tell exactly what thing impressed her most: Hagrid or his motorcycle. The trip was wonderful, he answered to every question the little girl had on her mind since Dumbledore's visit.

She learned many things that day, not only about the school but about how the wizards and witches behaved, she wanted to know how to act around others, she wanted to be prepared.

"My mum said she kept me away because of the rumors about my father's family," She frowned, "you know those rumors?"

Hagrid groaned.

"What yeh hav' to know Mel, is tha' Dumbledore is one of the most powerful an' bright of al' the wizardin' community. Many folks feel threaten' by it. Yeh should never feel bad abou' the family yeh come from. Not even once."

Mel nodded, although Hagrid hadn't answered her question.

"Yer a lot like Matt," He said after a few minutes had passed, "he always asked questions 'bout everything. Smart ones. He was bright, that one. Yeh have the same look as him and Dumbledore, but those are Em's eyes. Tho' yeh have his smile too"

Mel didn't know how to respond to that. She hadn't seen any pictures of her father, but she felt happy to find out that she was similar to him. A sting of annoyance went through her heart as thinking of all the years she spent away from where she truly belonged.

They got closer to what it seemed a place taken directly from a horror movie.

"Is Harry there?" She asked in disbelief.

"His relatives sure are odd, aren' they?"

"They treat Harry very poorly," Mel shook her head in discontent.

"Do they?" Hagrid frowned, "Would yeh mind telling me more?"

Mel told him everything she knew about the Dursley, watching as the anger grew inside Hagrid.

"We'll fix this al'right," was all he said.

When they landed outside the little cottage, Mel prepared herself for what was about to happen.

"Is midnight," Hagrid said, "Harry just turned eleven"

And without adding to it, he knocked loudly on the door.

'BOOM!'

He knocked again, getting no answer.

He stepped back and said:

"Careful," And knocked down the door.

Mel jumped at the sound of the wood hitting the ground. Hagrid walked in and she followed, holding to his sleeve tightly, drenched from the storm. He lifted the door back in its frame. Mel remained behind his arm, cold, she moved along as he turned to face the Dursleys.

"Couldn't make us a cup o' tea, could yeh? It's not been an easy journey..."

He moved heavily towards the couch, she moved slightly away from his body, looking around. Harry was right in front of them.

As Hagrid forced Dudley to get up by sitting on the sofa, she ran to her friend.

"Harry!" She gave him a tight hug, "I told you I would find you!"

She heard a loud gasp on her right, when she looked up she saw Mrs. Dursley staring at her with wide eyes.

Well, she won't be able to hide her oddness anymore.

"An' here's Harry!" Hagrid exclaimed, "Las' time I saw you, you was only a baby. Yeh look a lot like yer dad, but yeh've got your mother's eyes."

Hagrid then had a little discussion with Mr. Dursley that ended up in Hagrid destroying the rifle and calling him names. Petunia Dursley was horrified, she kept mumbling, 'not her, not her...' as if Mel being a witch was the same as having a terminal disease.

"How..?" Harry whispered in stunned wonder.

Mel moved away, so happy that she couldn't stay still.

"He went for me so we could find you."

"Harry," Hagrid had his attention back to them, "A very happy birthday to yeh. Got summat fer yeh here- I mighta sat on it at some point, but it'll taste all right."

Hagrid dug into his coat and pulled a box, this one a bit more damaged than Mel's. Harry took it and opened with trembling hands, inside there was a cake with 'Happy Birthday' written with green icing.

Harry looked up to Hagrid and asked.

"Who are you?"

"True, I haven't introduced meself. Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts."

Mel was ecstatic, this was really happening! Soon enough Harry would know everything. Hagrid and Harry shook hands (more like Hagrid almost ripped Harry's arm) and then added:

"What about that tea then, eh? I'd not say no ter summat stronger if yeh've got it, mind"

Mel stifled her laugh with a hand, watching as Hagrid quietly prepared the tea. She crossed her legs and waited patiently, amused at how easily Hagrid could scare the Dursleys. Hagrid passed her and Harry warm sausages and she took one of them, biting into the food with a hunger she didn't even know she had.

"I'm sorry," Said Harry after a moment, "but I still don't really know who you are."

"Call me Hagrid, everyone does. An' like I told yeh, I'm Keeper of Keys at Hogwarts- yeh'll know all about Hogwarts, o' course"

Mel frowned, hadn't Dumbledore told him all the issue with the Dursleys? If not, then Hagrid was in for a treat.

"Er- no" Harry admitted, "sorry"

"Sorry?" Hagrid turned to look at the Dursleys, "it's them as should be sorry! I knew yeh weren't gettin' yer letters but I never thought yeh wouldn't even know abou' Hogwarts, fer cryin' out loud! Did yeh never wonder where yer parents learnt it all?"

"All what?" asked her friend innocently.

"ALL WHAT?" Hagrid stood up suddenly, causing Mel to drop the last bit of her food.

Hagrid was angry, and though he looked pretty scary, Mel had to cover her mouth again to hide her giggles. It wasn't a funny subject, but she couldn't help herself.

"DURSLEY!" Hagrid seemed to think it over, going back to Harry, "but yeh must know about yer mum and dad. I mean, they're famous, you're famous."

"What?" He then looked at Mel, "My- my mum and dad weren't famous, were they?"

That did take her by surprise, Mel hadn't heard about that specific thing at all.

"I don't know," She replied, "my mum never mentioned..."

"Yeh don't know," Hagrid seemed deeply affected by the news, "yeh don't know... yeh don't know what yeh are?"

"Stop!" Exclaimed Mr. Dursley suddenly.

There were a few screams here and there until Hagrid lost his patience.

"Ah, go boil yer heads, both of yeh," He turned to face the kids, "Harry, yer a wizard."

Mel stopped moving.

Finally.

"I'm a what?" asked Harry.

Things happened fast. Hagrid handed him the letter and he quietly read it, Harry asked about the owl and Hagrid pulled a real, angry-looking owl -Had it been there the whole time?- from one of his pockets, and wrote a little note like her mother had done a few days prior.

Then he went back to the sofa and Mr. Dursley said he wouldn't let Harry go, and well, Hagrid called him something neither Mel or Harry understood.

"A what?" They asked in unison.

"A muggle" Repeated Hagrid.

Muggle. Mel didn't think it was proper to go around calling every non-magical person like that, but she would be more than happy to address the Dursleys as big ol' muggles from now on.

Then things stopped being funny all of a sudden. Mrs Dursley had an outburst and completely confessed every little nagging detail about Lily's (Harry's mum) past. Blown up, she said, was the way she had died.

Mel knew a total of three things about her father so far:

·They had the same smile.

·He was a curious man, always asking smart questions.

·He died thanks to Voldemort.

So when Harry asked what had really happened with his parents, she understood his shook, all his life living in a lie was infuriating. They knew so little about their families it felt like a cruel joke.

Mel didn't feel like laughing anymore.

"But what happened to Vol- sorry, to You-Know-Who?"

"Good question, Harry. Disappeared. Vanished. Same night he tried ter kill you. Makes yeh even more famous. That's the biggest myst'ry, see... he was gettin' more an' more powerful- Why'd he go? Some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion. Dunno if he had enough human left in him to die. Some say he's still out there, bidin' his time, like, but I don' believe it. People who was on his side came back ter ours. Some of 'em came outta kinda trances. Don' reckon they could've done if he was comin' back."

"-Most of us reckon he's still out there somewhere but lost his powers. Too weak to carry on. 'Cause somethin' about you finished him, Harry. There was somethin' goin' on that night he hadn't counted on – I dunno what it was, no one does – but somethin' about you stumped him, all right"

"I think you must have made a mistake. I don't think I can be a wizard."

Hagrid chuckled.

'Not a wizard, eh? Never made things happen when you was scared, or angry?'

Harry shared a look with Mel, who smiled shyly.

"You..?" He didn't finish the question, but he didn't have to.

"I kept it a secret a few days because they asked me to," She assured him, "I didn't know until Dumbledore- he's my uncle, you know- he came into my house and explained it to me. My mum was pissed about it, and they made me promise I wouldn't tell"

"Why?"

"I don't know," She frowned, "I wanted to tell you. I didn't like lying to my best friend."

"You're also a... a witch?"

Mel nodded.

"I would show you my letter, but I left it at home."

Harry looked back at Hagrid, now smiling widely. Hagrid returned the expression.

"See?' said Hagrid, "Harry Potter, not a wizard – you wait, you'll be right famous at Hogwarts. Both of you."

But Mr. Dursley wasn't having any of it. He started another argument with Hagrid, this time insulting Dumbledore. Hagrid lost control, affected by the words, he grabbed a hold of his umbrella and with a swift movement, gave Dudley a tail. A pig's tail, to be precise.

"Merlin's beard!" Mel exclaimed, deciding that it was about time she started to grow accustomed to the usual lingo of wizards and witches.

Hagrid apologized for losing his temper, he wasn't allowed to do magic since he got expelled in his third year at Hogwarts, he didn't explain why. He handed his coat to Mel and Harry so they could sleep in it, warning them about the dormice.

The children didn't mind one bit, they were glad Hagrid had come to the rescue.

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4/20- Katsuki’s Birthday

Hey guys!! It’s 4/20 and you know that that means... blaZE IT-

No, I’m kidding. It’s the one and only Katsuki’s birthday and I have spent all day writing this fic to show my love and appreciation for a good Boom Boy. I’m not late, it’s 10:31pm here, trust me I’m a scientist.

So! I hope you like this, I dunno if it’s been done before, buuuuuut, a dream of mine sparked this idea so I ran with it! ^^

Katsuki

Type: x reader

Words: 1,833 :’)

"Hey, wake up," you nudged him gently, attempting to wake the beast. "Get up! Do you realize what today is?"

Katsuki rolled over, throwing an arm across your torso to stop you from prodding him. "Mm. Yeah. Go back to sleep," he mumbled. The more you squirmed to get out from under his arm, the closer his eyebrows drew together. "Just sleep in (y/n), it's early."

"You of all people want to sleep in?" he let out a soft growl in response. "Fine, another hour or so then- but not too long! We can't miss lunch," the emphasis you placed on 'can't' was lost to the soft snores that were now fanned across your shoulder as he nuzzled against it in his sleep. You sighed, hoping the alarm on your phone was still set to wake the two of you up on time while you drifted back off to dream land.

Your alarm woke you up with a start- bolting upright, you threw Katsuki off of you as he groaned. He sat up at a much slower pace than you did, rubbing the sleep off of his face while his complaints were muffled.

"The hell'd you do that for?" he snarled, flopping back onto his side to face away from you. He grunted when you smacked him with the pillow, "Hey, stop that!"

"No! I said we should have gotten up earlier! Now get up, I'm gonna go get ready- I'm coming back in half an hour and you better be up and dressed by then!"

"(Y/n), why are you in such a rush today?" He looked over his shoulder to raise his eyebrow at you, genuinely curious about your sudden get-up-and-go attitude.

"Oh! U-um, haha, I just don't want to miss lunch!" you fiddled with the hem of your shirt as he rolled onto his back, curiosity peaking.

"You can eat lunch any time after noon, though."

"I'm very diligent about eating lunch at the appropriate time, Katsuki." You nervously scratched the back of your neck as you slowly made your way to the door, "J-just get up and get ready, I'll be back!" After slamming the door and taking off to your own dorm room, you pulled your phone to your ear, listening to the dial tone for a moment before it started to ring.

You knew Katsuki would never admit that he missed his momma since moving into the dorms. Too much of a tough guy to even admit that he's a momma's boy to begin with, really. A few weeks ago, however, as the two of you were laying together watching some horribly cliché action movie and his guard was down, he let it slip that it'd be the first time he's not at home with his mom for his own birthday. The downcast tone in his voice almost broke your heart- so you decided to fix that. One quick peek at his phone, you got her phone number and gave her a ring the next day to invite her to lunch! Now all that was left was to actually get him there on time.

Throwing open his bedroom door once again, you call out that he better be dressed because you were coming in. He sat on the edge of his bed and snarled before yelling that you could have knocked first- he was definitely more awake now than he was a while ago.

"Let's go big head, it's time for lunch!"

"DON'T CALL ME BIG HEAD!" he exploded. You laughed, motioning for him to hurry up before taking off down the hallway, waiting for him at the stairwell as he walked at a steady pace down the hall. "It's just lunch, (y/n). The world isn't going to run out of it, you don't have to run for it."

"Well, where I wanna go has good food, they might run out!" you jumped down a few steps at a time, trying to coax him to pick up the pace- he didn't.

He looked around the common room- no one was there and you could see the slight confusion hidden in his brow, did they forget what today was? Or did they not care?  Did (y/n) care? Wait- you did, you asked this morning if he had realized what today was. Is this what you were doing for his birthday? Lunch? Is what why you're rushing, did you have somewhere specific in mind? If you told the restaurant it was his birthday and they sing to him, he won't hesitate to punch you. Okay, he would hesitate, but he'd definitely make you regret it.

You grab his hand, dragging him off of school grounds and down to the station. Holding his hand seemed to give him incentive to keep up to your pace and you sighed in relief every time you checked the time on your phone.

"What do you keep checking?" he asked while you nervously shoved your phone back deep into your pocket. "Got another boyfriend on the side?"

"No! I just... want to make sure it's still lunch time?" The questionable tone in your voice made it painfully obvious that you were a terrible liar. What you were lying about, however, he had no idea.

The two of you stood outside of a homey, hole-in-the-wall sort of cafe. Looking between you and the sign, his eyes started to grow wide, the frown he was trying to use to hide a smile broke slightly.

"I love this place," he mumbled. He looked at his feet while you tilted forward, trying to meet his eyes with a large smile- he kept avoiding your stare as he confessed, "My mom and I come here every year for lunch on my birthday- well, used to." He sounded dejected- the corners of your mouth pulled down a moment before letting your enthusiasm shine through.

"Well, now you can come here with me today! Hey, that isn't nice!" he pretended to gag at the sappiness behind your offer before you called him out on it. "Come on, let's go in!" You pulled him in behind you, a little skip in your step as you drag him to the corner booth.

"Will you stop effin' pulling me? I'm not some sort of-" the look on his face was absolutely priceless. A mixture of shock and tenderness washed over him as he looked to find a homemade birthday cake sitting on the table, across from his mother who dawned a bright smile.

"Happy birthday!" both you and his mother called out as he hid his eyes behind his arm, obviously hiding a few stray tears. He slid into the booth, you following suit as Mitsuki sat in the middle of the bench across from the two of you.

"Why are you here?" He asked, frowning to try and hide the happiness that shone in his eyes.

"(Y/n) invited me! Were you planning on not seeing me today? You little brat," she leaned across the table, bopping him on the head; he growled and snapped his teeth at her. They spent a lot of time bickering back and forth, the smirks on their lips told you it was just how the two of them got along. You were happy just sitting there, listening to the conversation and watching just how easily Katsuki seemed to light up- you even threw in a sarcastic comment every now and again to tease him while he blew up at you, at least Mitsuki had your back. She gave him a present- a video game she figured he'd like, she was right- and he pretended to hate it, but the smile on her face basically told you that it was a ruse.

You cut and dealt out pieces of cake- you thought it tasted amazing! Katsuki, on the other hand...

"Ew, this is disgusting!" he pretended to gag on the bite in his mouth, so you turned towards him with your mouth full.

"I'll eat it," you mumbled through your food, reaching over to slide his plate towards you.

"NO, IT'S MINE," he yelled, furiously snatching his plate and turning his back to you. You glanced up to notice his mom laughing at the two of you before both of your faces started to burn a bright red.

The three of you sat there for hours while the two of them caught up, and you got the scoop on those sweet, sweet baby Katsuki stories while he screamed at the two of you. When the three of you started to part ways, you snapped a picture while she pulled him in for a hug- he may not have hugged back and certainly sported an irritated look on his face, but he also didn't fight her off.

The walk back to the dorms was a quiet one, his eyes were glued to the ground and the emotion on his face was unreadable. Slowly, his fingers danced around with yours before interlacing them; His grip was strong but at the same time, you could sense the gentleness behind the action. Before walking onto campus, he pulled you to the side of the gate out of view and pulled the hand he held up to lay a kiss on your knuckles. He wasn't typically the lovey-dovey type, which said a lot about the appreciation he currently held close to his heart for you. Looking into his eyes, you saw just how truly happy he was at the turnout of today- you knew what he was attempting to say without him ever having to say it out loud.

"You're welcome, big head," you teased, laying your other hand on his cheek as he leaned into it with his eyes closed. You leaned forward, planting a small kiss on the tip of his nose as he stood there for a moment, relishing in the affection you were showing him. "Hey, Katsuki?" you whispered, "Can I play your video game first?"

"Hell no you can't," he said keeping his position but drawing in his eyebrows, "It's mine."

"Hmm," you rolled your eyes, twisting your mouth in thought before removing both of your hands, "I guess I'll just have to tell everyone that you're a momma's boy instead."

"You wouldn't," he snarled.

"Oh, I wouldn't?" you smirked, quickly turning away and sprinting as fast as possible to the front doors of the dorm, hearing him explode behind you before you hear the loud thuds of his feet hitting the ground behind you.

"I'll kill you!" he screamed, anger and slight fear coming through his tone.

"Happy birthday!" you giggle over your shoulder, knowing full well that he would catch up to you in no time and your fun would be extinguished.

Your only hope was that surprising him at lunch was enough to make him genuinely happy- and due to his unusually soft, clingy behaviour for the rest of the day, you'd venture to say that it worked.

Apparently even tough guys can be momma's boys too.