#I just hate it when people think that Slytherin thought Muggles were inferior

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Wizarding Blood-Purity is a Sham

I think that a lot of people forget that Salazar Slytherin wasn't racist.

And no, before you go all crazy on me just remember in the second book, when fear and anger and all kinds of emotions were running wild and everyone distrusted Slytherin House, students asked a teacher about what happened. And that teacher, a ghost who for all we know could have been there when it actually happened, gave an honest answer.

"Slytherin wished to be more selective about the students admitted to Hogwarts. He believed that magical learning should be kept within all-magic families. He disliked taking students of Muggle parentage, believing them to be untrustworthy."

Look at the language. Look at it, and understand that Salazar didn't see Muggle-borns as inferior, as worse. He saw them as untrustworthy.

Why, you ask? Well Professor Binns answers that as well!

"[The founders] built this castle together, far from prying Muggle eyes, for it was an age when magic was feared by common people, and witches and wizard suffered much persecution."

Salazar didn't like Muggles because they were hunting his family, his people, and persecuting them with horrific violence. He didn't trust Muggle-borns because how could he know that they wouldn't betray the magical world and tell their families that the kid two villages over practices magic with him on Tuesdays?

And yes, witches and wizards had ways to make it look like they burned at the stake when they actually survived, such as the Flame-Freezing Charm. But young children, with little control over their magic? If they were caught or exposed, well, it probably wouldn't end well for them.

Plus, wizardkind is outnumbered by Muggles, by a huge amount. If a village of Muggles who hated and feared magic discovered that a family of wizards and witches was among them, the parents would be burdened with trying to flee from a few hundred people while protecting their kids (who can't control their magic).

Salazar Slytherin didn't like Muggles or Muggle-borns. He hated them and feared them, not because they were inferior, but because they were dangerous. And while murdering children with a giant snake is not a good way to solve this danger to his family, people, and culture, it HAS to be seen that his actions were born not from arrogance, but from fear.

And there were Slytherins who knew this, long before Muggles had become so othered from wizarding society that some families started to believe that Muggles were inferior to those with "pure blood." Like Merlin, Prince of Enchanters, arguably the greatest wizard of all time, who founded the Order of Merlin to protect and aid Muggles, whose name has become synonymous with Muggle rights activisim. Merlin, a Slytherin.

If Salazar Slytherin was alive in the 20th century, he would laugh at the idea that Muggles were inferior. He would be the first to point out that Lily Evans and Hermione Granger, the brightest witches of their age, were Muggle-born. He would scorn the idea that pure-bloods were better, saying if that's true, why is Draco Malfoy, a pure-blood, second to a Muggle-born?

Salazar had questionable morals, to be sure (anyone who doesn't think so can re-read the Chamber of Secrets, where he hid a giant snake in a school full of children to murder the ones he deemed dangerous). But he never, never once thought that Muggles were inferior to wizards.

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What if Snape was so harsh on Hermione because because she reminded him of himself when he was a teenager?That hunger for knowledge, the desire for recognition, as well as a certain pedantry that I think Hermione has and it reminds him what did that lead to later in his life? or does he just dislike her for being irritating? XD What are your thoughts?

I think both of those are very valid. Hermione was often paralleled with Severus, but obviously, unlike him, she had her support system. Where Severus was almost murdered and then "saved" by a bully who made his existence a crime, she was saved by two friend who would remain loyal and loving throughout all her life. She was given opportunities that Severus saw himself refused, and it can make him sort of hate her, out of bitterness.

But you also have to realize he might think Hermione is a complete ass on her own. And if you add the interpretation of before, it becomes worse: she’s arrogant (remember PS Hermione), a show-off, controlling ("bossy"), quite harassing on her own (PS, when she kept stalking Ron and Harry about how they should be ashamed of themselves for doing something that could make them lose points), hypocritical (she admonishes others for breaking rules and yet she breaks them herself A LOT), constantly criticizing and making her peers feel stupid/inferior, not as inventive and ingenious as Snape was, so prude regarding Dark Magic and yet trying to make a case for offensive spells, she’s viciously jealous (remember when she sent birds at Ron because he dated Lavender, or her reaction at the Prince) and horribly cruel (remember branding Marietta’s face for life with a SNEAK scar), and yet? Loved, praised, protected, "the brightest witch of her age". The girl got a Time Turner—you think they’d give Severus one, even if he were the brightest of his age?

She also comes from a privileged family (her parents are dentists, she could buy tonnes of books and a beautiful dress for the Yule Ball, things Severus wouldn’t be able to afford), and yet she’s seen as more of a victim than Severus because she happens to have both parents Muggles while Severus has only one Muggle (and is a Slytherin).

The girl tries to boss Severus around in his own class, sets his robes on fire, calls him basically a children murderer based on no substantial proof then helps Harry put himself in danger unnecessarily, and yet she swoons over Lockhart of all people because she doesn’t have an ounce of criticism (at least at the time) and believes that everything that’s written on a book is true even though what we see says something else, goes out of her way to steal his ingredients (I’m sure Severus must have known how Hermione stayed in the Infirmary under the form of a human-cat hybrid), fucking stands up in class just so she can try to give the answer, and doesn’t even grace Severus with ingeniosity in her essays, mostly, she just... recites word for word.

Has she ever thanked Severus for saving her friend and then herself, not once (Mandrake Restorative Draught), not twice (Dolohov’s curse and the ten types of potions everyday), not thrice (Order sent to the Ministry), but countless more times?

Oh, and she’s a bigot.

Not only is she plain centaur-phobic:

I’ll bet you wish you hadn’t given up Divination now, don’t you, Hermione?” asked Parvati, smirking.

“Not really,” said Hermione indifferently, who was reading the Daily Prophet. “I’ve never really liked horses.”

She turned a page of the newspaper, scanning its columns.

“He’s not a horse, he’s a centaur!” said Lavender, sounding shocked. “A gorgeous centaur . . .” sighed Parvati.

“Either way, he’s still got four legs,” said Hermione coolly.

🤦‍♀️

(Reminder that a centaur saved her best friend’s life but anyway, it will end up with Hermione ugly crying in front of a centaur, claiming they’ve done nothing wrong, while the centaur rants that surely she must have thought them pretty talking horses, well he’s mostly right apparently)

But she’s also as prejudiced against Muggles as her peers. Just look at the way she treats her parents, or marries someone who’s kind of a bigot to Muggles, and how they’re both ok with mind controlling a Muggle driver to force them to give Ron his drive licence

(PS: those licences and controls are there for a reason. Now, Ron can drive; if he kills Muggles or children because he drives like an ass, well, 👏🤦‍♀️)

If Severus ever saw that, oh boy. If he’s not angry that she’s a bigot in herself, then he can at least be angry that she gets away with it so easily (when she shouldn’t and while he wouldn’t).

Anyway, long rant, but honestly, Severus has lots of reasons to hate Hermione. Even though he praises her as one of Harry’s more talented friends.

Then again, it’s just as likely that he doesn’t mind all these flaws and doesn’t particularly hate her. It’s totally possible Snape isn’t particularly vindictive against Hermione though, in fact I see him brushing all those flaws aside because he just doesn’t care. Harry makes a big case of Severus being awful TM when he or his friends are involved, but we know his judgement is unreliable, and I assure you, I received worse than Hermione got from Snape, by professors I liked, for far less. Hermione’s Boggart took the form of McGonagall, not Snape, so that should tell you enough about how he treats her.

(Mind you, nothing Snape has done comes even close to McGonagall’s horrible treatment of Hermione in PS, so I think Hermione knows whom to fear most and clearly... Snape isn’t that much of a bully to her as some would pretend!)

By the way, despite my tone and my listing of Hermione’s flaws, it doesn’t mean I particularly hate her. I just don’t see her as an impeccable, flawless girl at all, and you have to keep in mind I was reminded of all those flaws thanks to this idiot anti who simped romione to the point of posting explicit sexual nsfw content un-hidden in the main tags and was whining about me out of tumblr because I dared prove Hermione was a bigot in canon. Check that with Rowling if you’ve got something to complain about 🙄... anyway.

Hope this answers your question?

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you belong with me (d.m one shot!)

“You belong with me” for Draco plz 🥺💚

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you belong with me + fred or draco ( u choose im not picky at all !! ) ur writing is amazing btw <3

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PROMPT: based on you belong with me by taylor swift (an installment of my taylor swift x harry potter series. to read more about it, click here) Draco doesn’t know how to express his feelings.

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you belong with me (d.m one shot)

You and Draco have a complicated relationship, to say the least. Most days you were at each other’s throats ready to tease each other until one left the room or turned an embarrassing shade of red. He’d reply to your words with a rude remark- which you learned not to take to heart- that leaves you in a fit of laughter because you knew he never really meant it. 

It started out in your first year, when you would try to talk to him, as best as your 11-year old half-blood self could. When you were sorted into Hufflepuff and were placed in the same class as the Slytherins for Defense Against the Dark Arts. You were partnered up with young Draco, who wore a frown on his face when he was separated from his friends in the class. 

You stared at the boy, taking in his appearance. You grew up in the Muggle world, only learning about the Wizarding world in small bits through your father’s stories. You tapped his shoulder, “Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

Draco furrowed his eyebrows, looking up and down from your face to your outstretched hand. Reluctantly, he shook your hand, “Draco Malfoy.” 

You grinned at him, scooting over to get closer to him. “You look like a barbie doll.” 

“A what?” he asked, looking at you with a grimace. He moved his chair to create more distance between you two, completely defeating the purpose of your move, “What the hell is a barbie doll?” 

“You guys don’t have barbies here?” 

“If it's something from the Muggle world, then no.” Draco scoffed, opening his book to the correct page. “Anything from the Muggle world is inferior to the Wizarding world.” 

“I don’t know,” you replied, oblivious to his obvious jab. “I will say I miss pens and pencils because these quills are just ancient.” 

Draco didn’t talk to you for the rest of the class period, just sneaking side glances at you as you struggled to write with your quill. He rolled his eyes at your cluelessness with all things Wizards and wondered how on earth you got accepted to Hogwarts. I already hate this bloody school, he thought. 

Over the years, you found yourself creating a bond with Draco. Despite his terrible people skills, you seemed to be patient with him, not really taking offense to his words. You would laugh and say something kind to him, throwing him completely off balance. Draco didn’t mean to be rude, you see, he just didn’t know how to talk to people. So he acted like a little boy on the playgrounds, pulling the pigtails of the girl he thought was very pretty. 

Then one day, you returned to Hogwarts and puberty hit you like a truck. Draco almost didn’t recognize you. You walked into the Great Hall, yellow tie proudly around your neck, with your fellow Hufflepuffs. You threw your head back laughing at something Cedric said and having to take a moment before you could say something back.

Draco noticed that your hair grew longer and your features matured over the summer. Your lips were more plump and you sported a natural blush on your cheeks. He gulped, ignoring the banter of Crabbe and Goyle to his left as he watched you take a seat beside Cedric. You noticed his eyes and sent a smile his way, causing the boy to look down at his plate, embarrassed that he was caught staring at you. 

Cedric looked at what got your attention and let out a chuckle to see a flustered Draco, “That boy is so smitten with you, you know that, Y/N? It’s quite funny actually.”

You grinned at Cedric, “How’s that funny?”

“Because he’s crushing on you like a little school girl and it’s funny to see it not returned.”

“Who said I don’t return the feelings?”

He raised an eyebrow at your question, “Do you?”

“Maybe.” 

Draco was both irritated and relieved that he didn’t have classes with you this year. To say that he forgot how to speak when you passed by him, was an understatement. Every time he saw you even walk in his general direction, he would turn around and walk the other way. He didn’t know why but he did. You made him nervous all of a sudden and he didn’t like it one bit. As much as he hated to admit it, he missed your banters. His days seemed very uneventful without them. 

He was walking towards the courtyard when he felt someone grab his forearm, pulling him towards a secluded part of the castle. Draco’s eyes widened when he realized it was you, angrily huffing as you stopped behind a pillar. You let go of his arm and crossed your arms over your chest. He was mentally debating if he should just run now. Surely you wouldn’t run after him, right? 

As if reading his mind, you glared at him, jabbing your index finger in his chest. “Don’t even think of running, Malfoy.” 

He gulped, nodding slowly, “O-okay..”

Once you saw his demeanor, you cleared your throat, realizing you’re probably scaring him. You frowned, “Why are you ignoring me?”

“What?” he asked, acting clueless but he knew he was ignoring you. He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, nervously looking everywhere but your face in front of him. Merlin, you were prettier up close. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Y/L/N.” 

“Don’t be daft, Malfoy,” you rolled your eyes. “I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re avoiding somebody. Remember when you got Pansy in trouble and she swore she would hex you the next time she saw you? She was so furious that you were absolutely sure that she would so you would hide from her. The same way you’re hiding from me now. So what gives, Malfoy?”

Panicked, he said the only thing he could think of, “I’m not avoiding you. Did you ever stop and think that maybe because we don’t have classes together anymore, that means I no longer have to talk to you?” 

“Oh.” You blinked. You swallowed down any feeling of sadness as his words marinated in your head. You looked down, hiding the stray tear that slipped from your eye from the boy in front of you. You wiped it away hastily, clearing your throat before looking up. “I-I’m sorry. I thought we were past being just classmates… I must’ve misunderstood, then.”

His face dropped, leaning over to touch your shoulder, “Y/N-”

“No,” you interrupted, giving him a sad smile before backing away. “Silly me, thinking that we were friends. You’re Draco Malfoy, you’re too cool to have friends. I’ll leave you be now. Sorry for the inconvenience.” 

Before he could tell you just how wrong you were, you already disappeared from his vicinity. You walked away, hurriedly, down the corridor, ignoring the sound of Draco’s voice calling after you. Draco groaned, punching the side of the pillar in annoyance. Why can’t he just be nice for once?

You and Draco avoided each other pretty much entirely after that day. You were too ashamed to face him and Draco was too nervous and scared to come up to you and apologize. You just felt stupid thinking that something was brewing between the two of you. It wasn’t until Cedric dragged you to a Slytherin party- for Merlin knows what- that you and Draco were forced to cross paths again. You huffed as Cedric rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand to lead you to the Slytherin common room. 

“I don’t understand why I have to go with you.” 

Cedric looked over at you, irritated by your attitude, “Y/N, you need to have fun. Loosen up a bit!”

“Hmph,” you groaned, following him anyway. He mumbled greetings to Slytherins that you passed by, not letting go of your hand. Cedric was one of your closest friends, this affection between the two of you was normal. It didn’t mean anything but a sign of your friendship. “I am very much a fun person.” 

“I didn’t say you weren’t,” he stopped in front of the drinks, letting go of your hand to make the two of you some drinks. He mixed in random liquids, making you grimace because he was never good at proportions and you knew this drink would be horrid, before handing it to you. “I’m just saying you need to have fun.” 

Reluctantly, you chugged your drink, coughing after it burned your throat. You were indeed correct- the drink was terrible. “I hate you, Diggory.” 

Chuckling, he sent you a wink, “I loveee you, Y/L/N.” 

You wanted to say something back but Cedric suddenly stumbled over. Luckily, he caught his balance before he fell face first on the Common Room floor. Draco bumped into him, glaring at the Hufflepuff as he made his way to the group of Slytherins on the other side of the room. When he looked up to meet your eyes, his expression changed. His face became blank, eyes ghosting over your face. Draco gave you a small smile that vanished just as quickly as it came. He turned his back and returned to acting like you didn’t exist. 

Cedric snapped his fingers in front of your face, trying to get you out of your trance. You blinked a few times, now focused on your friend who had a shit-eating smirk on his face. You hissed, “What now, Diggory?”

“Seems like Malfoy’s jealous,” he sang, laughing behind his cup. “I would love to push his buttons and see him completely blow up at this party.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you sighed, stealing his cup and drinking the rest of his disgusting liquid. You grimaced, why did I do that? You continued, “And besides, how would we make him jealous?”

“Like this,” he started. Then, he leaned in your ear, dangerously close to your skin. In a breathy voice, he said, “Pretend I said something funny.” 

You giggled at his antics, thinking of how ridiculous your friend was being. But when you shot a look at where Draco stood, you began to reconsider your original opinion. He was standing there, uninterested by the story Blaise was telling him from beside him. Draco’s nostrils were flared and the cup he was holding was starting to lose its shape with how tightly he was gripping it. He didn’t even bother looking away when you cocked your head to the side to look at him. 

You thought he would’ve done something to get your attention but for the rest of the night, Draco kept his distance. After a while, Cedric gave up, shooting you an apologetic look that his plan didn’t work out. In fact, Cedric left you at the party a few minutes after Cho showed up. He said he was getting tired and was going to head up, but the two weren’t necessarily discreet when Cho left five minutes before Cedric did. You sent a wink his way and began to finish your drink, realizing that there was now no reason for you to stay. 

With a sigh, you tossed your cup into the bin and began to get ready to leave. Draco watched with a panic as you retreated to the exit. He chewed nervously on his bottom lip, unsure of what to do. He watched you disappear into the darkness and slumped his shoulders. 

“Run after her, idiot.” Blaise chuckled beside him. “And hurry up, I’m tired of you sulking.” 

“What?” 

“Go on, Draco,” Blaise simply rolled his eyes and ushered his friend out of the Common Room. “You’ve been staring at her the entire night. I reckon you don’t even know what I’ve been saying all this time.”

Finally coming to his senses, Draco ran after you, getting a hold of your shoulder to pull you towards him. You looked at him, confused as to why he was out of breath and standing there like a deer caught in headlights. He stared at your face, taking in your beauty. He wanted nothing else but to tuck that strand of hair behind your ear or kiss your lips that seemed to be glistening under the glow of the lights in the corridor. 

“Draco?” you asked, removing his hand from your shoulder. You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to seem defensive, but in reality, you just missed him. “What do you want?” 

Draco gulped, not realizing that he now has to actually talk to you. He didn’t think he’d get this far. He blushed, gaze averting to the empty hallway behind you. He took his bottom lip between his teeth, a sheepish smile on his face. You leaned forward a bit as if saying, “Well get on with it.” Draco sighed, closing his eyes for a moment, trying to find the right words to say. Without thinking, he blurted out, “Are you dating Diggory?”

“What?”

He grimaced, mentally face-palming. That was not what he wanted to say. He groaned, “I mean-”

“You’re a git, you know that?” you hissed, shoving him a bit. “You tell me that we’re not friends and make me feel so bloody stupid then all of a sudden, after not talking to me for weeks, may I add, you think you have the right to ask me about my dating life? You-” you paused, taking in a breath. “You-Draco Malfoy- have no right to ask me anything.” 

He stood there, unable to say anything back. What could he even say? What you said was valid, you had a reason to be upset with him. He has been such an arse to you and for no good reason! Draco knew he was just being stupid. 

You rolled your eyes and walked away, assuming that Draco wasn’t going to say anything else. You scoffed loudly, shooting him a glare as you turned to leave the boy alone in his loneliness. 

Draco called out for you again, “Y/N-”

“Oh and for the record-” you turned around to face him again, but not daring to walk closer to him. “Not that it’s any of your business but me and Cedric are just friends. He’s not the guy I fancy.” 

“Y/N! Merlin, please stop walking away! How do you walk so bloody fast?” Draco jogged towards you again, this time stopping in front of you to prevent you from moving any further. You still wore the same scowl on your face and he couldn’t help but stop and think about how cute you look. He chuckled, eyes lighting up when he saw your lips quirk up to a small smile before it vanished. “I didn’t mean to ask about Cedric. Quite frankly, I don’t care about your relationship, or erm, non-relationship with him. Well, I do b-”

Both of your eyebrows raised in amusement at the boy’s blabbering, “Why would you care about my non-relationship with Cedric?” 

“I just said I don’t, Y/L/N,” he blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked up at you, growing more flustered once he saw the smirk on your face. “Okay, yes, I do care but listen… Blimey, how do I say this? I just, Y/N, I-”

“Spit it out, Malfoy.”

“Youbelongwithme.” Draco spoke quickly, almost making you miss what he said.

Mouth agape, you asked, “Come again?”

He sighed, “You belong with me. I fancy you. A lot actually. That’s why I avoided you all this time. I just… I don’t know, you know? I’ve never really fancied anyone before. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

“Not run away from them,” you teased, laughing lightly at his cluelessness. 

“Alright now, no need to laugh,” he mumbled. “It’s already embarrassing enough confessing my feelings to the girl I fancy but for her to laugh at me is something else.”

“I’m laughing because you’re cute, Malfoy,” you hummed, reaching up to touch his cheek. “But run away from me again and I’ll hex you into oblivion.” 

Draco couldn’t do anything else but nod as your scent filled his senses. You were slowly inching closer to him, breath tickling his lips. He visibly gulped, snaking his hands around your waist to pull your body closer to his. His nose nudged yours, “Promise I won’t.”

“Good,” you whispered, eyes flickering up to meet his own and then looked down at his lips. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips. You pushed your lips together, sighing in content as he groaned into your mouth. His lips moved with yours in sync. Both of you were too caught up in the feeling that you didn’t hear the footsteps coming closer to the both of you. 

Someone cleared their throat, making you two jump away from each other, fearing that it was one of the professors. You shook your head, burying your head into Draco’s chest when you realized who it was. Draco wrapped an arm around you, smiling down at your retreated figure. 

Cedric chuckled before walking away, “Told you we could make him jealous.” 

Draco nudged you, “You were trying to make me jealous?”

Now it was your turn to be embarrassed. To silence him, you pressed your lips to his again, “Shut up.” 

“Gladly,” he muttered, kissing you deeply.

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A/N: i bought cameos from the phelps twins and oliver’s video came in today and it was so lovely. i can’t wait for james’!!

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Unlike The Rest: Part 1

George Weasley x Reader (eventually)

Prompt:  The last few years have already been rough for you. Trying to make a new name for yourself while everyone still believes you like the rest of your family. But, this year is much worse since your little brother is starting his first year at Hogwarts.

Word Count: 2069

Reader: Female

Warning: My first time writing for HP in a LONG time, so I’m sorry in advance for any Americanized things and inaccuracy. I’m rusty, okay? Some people might be a bit out of character like the mother but I think she’s proven to have a bit of a different side of her that we don’t see.

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You run into the wall and everything just overwhelms you. The smoke of the train clouding the air, the chatter of new and old students filling your ears, and the sense of relief. The long summer months have finally come to this. Back at Hogwarts, the escape from your dreadful life.

A large smile appears on your features, seeing familiar faces whether they be in a scowl or a smile. You loved it here. Your home away from home… This place has given a new light into your life that you needed. Sure, you were a bit of a prat your first year but you seemed to turn it around your second year once you realized how much of an arsehole you were actually being.

Then something suddenly hits you in the back, snapping you out of your daze.

“Move it, tosser.” Your little brother sneers, your parents following behind them.

“Shove it, Draco.” You spit back, just glad he didn’t knock over your trolley full of stuff. “Next time you do that, I’ll make sure to tell the whole school you still sleep with your blankie. That will be sure to make a good first impression.”

The platinum blondes mouth opens slightly, a worried expression on his face. “Father!” He whines, turning to the looming figure standing behind him.

“(Y/N),” He sighs, “don’t threaten your brother.”

You just roll your eyes and straighten out your trolley, reaching over and giving your cat a calming pet. Dazing off once again, you look around the platform. You see Angelina Johnson, a Gryffindor in your year, and give her a friendly smile. She looks a bit taken aback at the fact that you were even tempting to interact with her. She just laughs and turns to her group of friends and starts giggling at you.

Well, at least you thought you made some new friends last year.

Your father and Draco continue to walk, trying to find a better spot than in front of the entrance of the platform. You slowly follow after them, wanting to not be left behind.

“...I’m sure you’ll get into Slytherin, Draco.” Father continues to press on. “Unlike your sister, you won’t disappoint us.” He takes a side glance at you but you pretend to not hear him, “Will you?”

“Of course not father.” He obliges as he always does. 

Draco has always been Daddy’s little pet but it got worse since you were sorted into your house, Hufflepuff, in. The house of kindness, loyalty, and diligence-- the house known for producing the least amount of dark wizards. At first, you were also mad and disappointed in this. Ultimately becoming a complete brat your first year to anyone and everyone to try to make up for it but the Sorting Hat’s words seem to echo in your head since then;

“I see good things to come from you, a Malfoy unlike the rest.”

And those words are what keeps you going in a household like yours. 

“Muggle studies, really, (Y/N).” Mother exclaims in disgust, reading your schedule for the new year. “Out of all the electives, you picked muggle studies?”

You think quickly, muggles and their culture have always seemed to interest you. Your father has talked bad about them and how they are inferior to the wizarding community but they seem to just have an intriguing lifestyle. 

“It must be a mistake!” You fret, grabbing the scroll from her hands and rereading it over. It definitely was not a mistake but you had to fake it. “I must have accidentally not sign up for another elective,” Frowning, you roll up your schedule and put it into your back pocket. “I think I was too focused on getting into Care of Magical Creatures…”

Father just rolls his eyes and leans his weight onto his long black cane. You never knew why he needed that cane but you never dared to ask, you know he keeps his wand in the handle but the whole cane wasn’t really necessary. He has always been into the theatrics. 

“I’ll be sure to have that changed.” He promises. “I don’t want you turning up like the muggle-loving Weasle father.” He sneers, his eyes falling to the entrance, seeing the first of the children of said family run through it. “A disgrace they are to the wizarding world.”

“Weasley…” You mumble under your breath, correcting him. Draco catches this and his eyebrows perk up, excited to get you in trouble once more.

“What did you sa--”

“Merlin,” Your father gasps, “Harry Potter…” He sees the famous boy run through with the youngest Weasley boy.

“Is it really?” Mother gasps, eyes snapping over to inspect as well.

Everyone knows who Harry Potter is, especially people like your parents. He’s a legend in wizarding history and it’s been long-awaited for him to come to Hogwarts.

“Draco, you need to make friends with him.” Your father says in a monotone voice, eyes never leaving the boy who lived. “Make sure he knows what families to associate with.” He turns back to his son.

“Of course, Father.” He gleams, excited at the opportunity to make his father proud.

Suddenly, a herd of students starts making their way to the train. Some more frantic than others. You smile. It’s finally time.

“You should be going now,” Your mother solemnly announces, sad to see her last child going off to Hogwarts. “You guys are growing up so fast,” She sighs cupping Draco’s face, father just rolls his eyes at her sentiments.

Draco just returns the smile and pulls her hand off of his cheek. He turns around, going to double-check all his stuff and continue to talk to your father about Harry Potter and the Weasley’s. 

She then turns to you, lowering her voice into a whisper. “Make sure you keep an eye on him, (Y/N).” She requests, a worried expression on his face. “I’m afraid that his mouth will get him into a lot of trouble.”

“Wouldn’t be a Malfoy without it, Mum.” You try to crack a joke with her. Out of everyone in your family, your mother seems to be the least cruel and most understanding. Not that she certainly agrees with you, but you are her daughter and she loves you. “I’ll try.” You give her a tight-lipped smile, giving her hand a squeeze. She returns the smile and sends you on your way.

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“... I can’t believe he decided to sit that embarrassment Weasle-B.” Draco scoffs, already chatting shit with his friends Crabbe and Goyle.

You’ve always hated these kids, their parents are friends with yours and they’ve always seemed to cause trouble together. Your mother thinks they just have crushes on you but you rather not think of that.

“Crabbe, are you even listening?” He proclaimed, noticing the stout child's open mouth and gazed over expression. You look up from your copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them to meet his gaze. You shift uncomfortably.

Crabbe snaps his eyes back to Draco and nods so vigorous that you’re sure he just scrambled whatever brains he had left in there.

“I’m going to go change into my robes.” You announce, needing to get away from these idiots as soon as possible. Belladonna, your white tabby, jumps off of your lap as you stand. “You three should too, we are getting close to the castle.”

You reach up and grab your yellow and black robes from the compartment above the bench you and Draco were sitting in. The other two boys do the same, grabbing their plain uniforms. Draco just sits there and shakes his head at you.

“I still can’t believe you’re in Hufflepuff.” He shakes his head.

“I still can’t believe you’re a prat.” You snap back, sending him a stern look. “The school year hasn’t even started and you already are pissing me off, Draco.” He hides his frown as you put your things under your arm and storm out of the cabin.

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The dirt path is surrounded by trees, the first years just left with Hagrid on their traditional boat ride to show the kids the castle. You remember getting so excited, seeing the lights and the bridge sparked something in you that year.

Last year and this year are the same, you get to ride carriages across the bridge into the castle. Less grand, but still riveting none the less… Well, it should be but it just seems like a popularity contest. Seeing everyone group together to make sure they’re with their friends makes you nervous.

After first year, you made a bit of a bad name for yourself. Wanting to live up to the Malfoy name, since your sorting didn’t, you decided to act a bit out. Doing what you knew your parents would want, bullying the people in your year about their blood status and even their financial status. You really did regret it by the end of that year, no one wanted to be your friend nor did they even want to interact with you. The Slytherin wouldn’t either, they thought you were a disgrace as much as your parents did.

That led you to getting into some trouble. Which led you to detentions with Filch and even Hagrid when he was busy. Your heart changed when one of the said detentions met you with helping Hagrid care for the Bowtruckles that he kept on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. Your love for the creatures sparked something and Hagrid had a chat with you. You realized what you did was wrong and wanted to change it. After that, you resorted to being quiet and just keeping your mouth shut… Well, as much as you could. 

Last year, you even dared to start making friends. Starting with your teammates on the Quidditch team. No one ever seemed to stick, though. But, people did start becoming nicer to you once they could tell the change of heart… It always seemed hard to keep friends once they heard your last name. All but one person cared about your last name and you are very grateful for him.

So this leaves you here, waiting till the last carriage or till someone invited you to come with them. You glance around, looking for that said one friend you made last year but everyone looks the same in their robes.

Your search is interrupted by rather large body knocking into you, sending your book flying onto the muddy ground. You frown once more, looking at your now ruined book on the ground. You turn to see what giant had bumped into you. Meeting a brown pair of eyes, you knew exactly who it was.

“Weasley.” You sigh, staring at the tall red head. “You’ve ruined my book!” You cry as he bends down to pick it up for you. He tries to open it but the mud keeps it sucked shut.

“I’m sor--”

“Daddy can buy you a new one.” The other one buds in, a scold grows on your face. No matter what your parents have said, you’ve always found the Weasley twins entertaining, to say the least. The three of you have your feud but it’s much more… playful than what others seem to think. They’ve always seemed to like riling you up, especially after first year. After the attitude check you had, you’ve realized it’s become a bit harmless and rather fun to argue with them.

“Which one are you, again?” You question, breaking the standoff. They both scoff, they loved playing that game with their mother but it just hits differently when others say it. You feel a bit bad and thought you went a bit too far, looking at the face of the one who initially bumped into, he looks a bit defeated at the fact that you can’t tell the difference.

“(Y/N)!” A familiar voice interrupts the silence. You turn and see your friend, Cedric, waving you over to him and his group. A large smile appears on your face. You wave back and turn back to face the twins.

“Always a pleasure, boys.” You chirp, your mood obviously changed. “I hope to see you in DADA this year.” The tall one then hands you back your book. “Thank you, George.” Grabbing it, you make sure to take a glance back at Fred, the smirk on your face matches his.

[snapeaddict]

Hi, what do you say to the people who claim Regulus is the real Slytherin hero, and not Snape? To me RAB always seemed like a plot device and nothing more so I don't get why he's being worshipped... He's just another rich pureblood kid...

I say this is a very bad take, and it is disrespectful (that's a strong word for something that isn't really important but I cannot think of a softer version) of the actual people who enjoy his character. I'm going to write down some thoughts, but there's more to it than just what I would reply to them - allow me to ramble a little on the roots of this claim and on the thought process embraced by Snaters and Marauders apologists (I've seen that some people don't like this term, so I mean people who erase the Marauders' flaws and make them morally superior to Snape, justifying them being abusers and him being abused.)

The nonsense of comparing a plot device to a complex, layered character: Comparing Severus and Regulus is ludicrous. You are comparing one of the most (I would argue the most well-written and complex, but Dumbledore is quite something as well) well-written, accomplished character of the books to a plot device. It is indeed what Regulus is, no matter if his character could have been really interesting/seems to be interesting: we know very little of him, and he exists solely for the Slytherin locket plot. The very little we know of him certainly isn't enough to express any critical judgment of his character; he is mostly made out of white pages which are filled out by his fans, which is great, and by the people making this kind of argument, which is unfortunate.

The interest in the character only stems in his usefulness: I would argue that the vast majority of people making this claim do not care at all for the character himself, despite using him as a moral high ground. It is not his character which interests them, but how useful he can be to fuel their hate and biased claims. His personality? Having being sorted in Slytherin. His merits? Being a Slytherin. This is the only fact that matters, because it allows them to 'prove' that Snape wasn't a hero (being a hero does not mean being a good person, by the way) and diminishes Severus' merits. Using a character solely for the purpose of depreciating, downgrading another is not appreciating them: it's just completely hypocritical. This is often the kind of flat argument used by people opposed to social justice movements, if you will allow the broad comparison: using something you have never cared for before (often minority populations) in an attempt to depreciate something, even though the very fact you are using them for this purpose shows how little concerned you are with the actual people you are talking about. Well, it reminds me of this a bit. The true purpose is to try and impose your own views, and here they try to legitimise them by filling an almost inexistent character with their views to carry on with their agenda.

The sudden leniency toward privileged characters: Making such a claim in fact once again proves that Snaters have an extremely biased, subjective and elitist vision of what being good means, an opinion on what is moral integrity (and superiority because they keep comparing people), which they also apply to James and Sirius. I think Regulus is loved because he is a Black, respected by the fandom because he comes from a pureblood, rich family. It is very easy to prove: look at how much love Draco and Lucius get, despite being supporters of blood supremacy, active members of a terrorist group, using discriminatory insults on a daily basis, being actively supportive of the murders of muggle borns/participating in these murders [do not misinterpret this - I'm pointing out double standards, not saying they should not be loved. One's interest in a character does not depend on the character's morals]. Look at how respected Snape was in the fandom before book 6, when people thought he was a rich pureblood from an ancient family. Social hierarchy has a great impact on how people view characters, and they tend to be much more lenient toward privileged characters, because prestige is attractive, even in fiction. Similarly - but it is more concealed - there is the usual refusal to acknowledge that social inequalities do impact one's life, choices, and opportunities to be or do good. The quote "You didn't make good choices! You had good choices" (Little Fires Everywhere) works quite well in this context, especially regarding James and Severus, but also regarding the Blacks versus Severus. Severus' survival was completely, utterly dependent on his adherence to blood supremacist values. This must be taken into account - but weirdly, this is an argument that is often used to prove Sirius' moral superiority, because his family required him to share their beliefs. This is ignoring that despite his difficulties, he still beneficiated from a support system and privileges that others did not have access to. Similarly, you cannot compare Regulus' and Severus' choices. And in my opinion, both are tragic; but if we had to take part in Snaters' silly arguments, then I would remind them that Regulus effectively had no obligation to join Voldemort, his parents were not death eaters. The pressure both characters experienced certainly wasn't of the same nature - even perhaps not of the same intensity. But does comparing them makes any sense, again...

The social biases: While Snape is blamed for his decision to join the death Eaters (rightly), Regulus is praised for his decision to leave them. While Regulus is pitied because he came from a family who brought him up with this ideology (just like Draco is), which apparently takes off all responsibility from him, Severus' background is never considered as a factor which pushed him right into extremists' opened arms. Regulus' privilege is used as an excuse; Snape's social disadvantage and familial issues are, at best, ignored, at worst, interpreted as proof of his inherently bad nature. Some people associate his upbringing with him being bad, whether they want to acknowledge it or not. While Regulus is headcanonned as handsome, Snape is constantly described as 'greasy' and 'ugly' by these same people, and you can see exactly how important appearances are to them. I'm even going to argue that worshipping a rich, handsome, privileged pureblood must sound better to them than being fond of the 'greasy git', and I am also saying these are mostly internalised biases. When you read these claims carefully, it sounds like in the mind of these people, Regulus is more legitimate as Slytherin's hero because he is better - inherently. And it is easy to see why.

The double-standards and their disturbing roots: This is also plainly ignoring the fact that Regulus and Snape defected for the same reasons, if we must make comparisons. Voldemort was targeting one of their loved ones, Kreatur for the former and Lily for the later, which made them realise, because they are humans and thus not selfless, how wrong his methods were when they turned against them. However, in Snape's case, turning against Voldemort in an attempt to save Lily is often held as proof of his selfishness/absence of morality: he wanted her for himself, he only deflected because someone he liked was in danger. In Regulus' case however, his gesture is seen as heroic and compassionate. Why? Well, there are a variety of reasons apart from Snaters' double standards, but I have noticed that most of them seem to think of Lily as 'belonging' to either James or Snape, and think Snape unworthy of having ever had Lily as a friend because of some kind of deep rooted flaws he had even as a child ('He tried to hurt Petunia with accidental magic when he was 11, he was always bad'. In fact I should make a post about how horrible this claim is.) In Regulus' case however, wanting to save Kreatur is seen as an act of compassion. Why? Not only because they want to make Regulus look better than Snape. I think it is also because Kreatur is a house-elf, an inferior being: Regulus' wish to protect him becomes praiseworthy, laudable, because house-elves do not really deserve consideration. So wanting to save him becomes an act of generosity. Even when you're not thinking of the double standards, this way of thinking is disturbing. Snape also turned against Voldemort at the age of 20, 21? Like Regulus did if I recall? They weren't death Eaters for very long. They both actively fought to bring Voldemort down. It would be tremendously hypocritical, wrong and plain bad faith to think of Regulus' action as superior to Snape's 20 years of hard work to bring Voldemort down.

So why can't Snape be a hero? I think this claim is a confession. To me it shows a very simplistic vision of heroism, of good and bad, of models, and a complete refusal to consider the grey, sometimes praise the grey- it's a failure to accept the complexity of the human functioning. Thinking that the people we praise for certain actions, or consider to be examples must be flawless is vain, simply because it is unrealistic, and we could not admire them/relate to them/like or dislike them/learn from them if they were not like us, layered and flawed - but this is exactly what this claim desperately wants us to believe. Or rather, what Snaters want to believe, while imposing their very biased views of good and bad, themselves rooted in prejudices. This is why they are using a character that is mostly inexistent: an empty, one dimensional character can fulfil this aim. This is also why so many people fail to appreciate characters such as James, Sirius and Remus without completely ripping off their flaws, and thus complexness - they cannot be loved if you can find fault in them.

[weasleymalfoypotter]

i hate you (but not really) pt3

draco malfoy x fem!slytherin!potter reader

part 1 here | part 2 here

summary: draco malfoy and harry potters twin sister have hated each other since they met. but in 5th year he comes to find that maybe he doesn’t hate her and the reasons he did end up be the things he loves

word count: 2k

warnings: slight angst, mentions of abuse, use of ‘mudblood’ , fluff at the end, cussing i think

A/N: AHHHH thank you guys for all the love on the first two parts i’m so glad you liked it!! sorry for the slow burn but i promise it picks up in this one. i hope you guys like it and feel free to comment what you think and reblog!

i went to the great hall for breakfast and this time, i decided to tell harry, ron, and hermione what draco said. i usually sit at the gryffindor table with them anyways so it was unusual. as soon as i sat down i spoke before whatever they were talking about distracted me.

“you will never believe what draco said to me last night” harry’s face immediately contorted just by the mention of draco malfoy talking to his sister.

“draco? malfoy? what happened?” ron immediately questioned. i told them the whole encounter word for word. i wish i couldn’t capture their faces.

“he’s a bloody genius” harry stated. i raised my eyebrows at that. “he knows exactly what he’s doing, he’s just trying to mess with you” he said with a mouth full of food.

“that’s exactly what i thought, but it’s still so weird” i looked around the room and saw him sitting at the slytherin table and immediately looked back at my brother. “i would honestly rather go back to trying to jinx each other in the hallways”

“maybe he’s not messing around.” all of our heads turned towards hermione so fast i thought our necks would break. “oh gee don’t give me that look, but think about it. it may only be the second day but usually he takes the first day to make sure all muggleborns know they’re ‘inferior’ i haven’t gotten my yearly first day mudblood comment. maybe he’s not kidding, maybe he’s trying to be...better?” HA okay mione. sure. ron’s voice broke me out of my disbelief

“she’s kind of got a point. let’s wait and see what he does the rest of the week. i’d honestly rather you be subject to flirting than him indoctrinating first years with his blood superiority nonsense.” i slowly nodded in agreement. ron had a point. but it doesn’t make sense. there’s no way that draco actually likes me. i shoved it out of my mind and tried to forget about it.

“listen i’ve got to get to the library before transfiguration so i’ll see you all in hagrids class”

we said our good byes and i continued to walk and think about the book i needed before a voice interrupted me.

“talking about me during breakfast i presume” i recognized his voice instantly and when i turned my head to my left, sure enough. the unmistakable platinum blonde hair and the extra foot he had on me walking step in step with me.

“and what makes you think that?”

“the obscene amount of times i saw you mouthing my name” he spoke with a smile. of course he was enjoying this. “i don’t mind it really, i like knowing y/n potter is thinking about me” merlin if he doesn’t stop looking at me like that.

“i am not thinking about you.” i looked up at him as i said it. man he was really tall. he didn’t say anything. he just smirked. “what makes you think that i’m thinking about you? i assure that i’m not. stop looking at me like that” my eyebrows were furrowed as i spoke.

“headed to the library?” why is he changing the subject? well if i told him, he would probably follow me. but there’s no where else around here that i could pretend to be going to.

“yes i need to get a book before class”

“i’ll come with you” no.

“no” i laughed out. he turned his head to look at me and he stopped. i moved in front of him and looked up, staring straight into his eyes.

“what game are you playing draco?”

“i’m not playing a game”

“we both know that’s a lie. you’ve been weird ever since the train ride. you’ve been...flirting. it’s weird. i know you’re just trying to get under my skin so stop.” maybe i could get some answers here.

“did you ever think maybe i wasn’t playing a game? maybe i actually like you? maybe on the train i realized i don’t hate you as much as we all thought? maybe the fact that you are the only person at this school who has managed to get under my skin is because i like you?” i was at a loss for a response. he’s playing me. there’s no way he’s not. but maybe mione was right. then again, she’s always right.

“why?”

“what?”

“if you like me so much, why? you don’t know me well enough to know that you like me. you don’t know anything about me really. so why?” he scoffed, smirked, ran his hand through his hair and looked back down at me.

“you really think i don’t know anything about you?” i nodded my head and he took a breath before speaking again. “okay how’s this. i know that you absolutely love reading muggle fiction and it only takes you two days to read a 200 page book. i know you drink coffee about 3-5 times a day because you are literally an addict and if you don’t then your poor brother is usually subject to your attitude. i know that you refuse to have orange juice and bacon at the same time during breakfast and godric knows why. i know that when you’re anxious you play with your necklace but only with your left hand and you stare at the ground. i know that before a quidditch game you always take a minute to talk to your dad. i could go on and on which sounds stalkery but believe it or not, i know you.” flabbergasted. i have loved that word since i was four years old and it’s the only way to describe my current state. what the hell? i actually didn’t think it was creepy or stalkery. i thought it was sweet. “i let you think on that.” he probably caught on to the fact that i was flabbergasted and decided to let me process that. honestly i was processing not just what he said but what i felt. what do i feel? i have no idea but it’s not hatred and i thought that was all i could feel for draco malfoy. i stayed there in the hallway after he walked away until i had to get to transfiguration. he would be there.

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for the next week it was just flirting. he wouldn’t stop flirting with me. he was relentless. i never told harry, ron, and hermione because they would probably murder draco and i would like them not to be expelled. honestly i liked it being my secret. we had enough going on right now anyways. and i’d be lying if i said he wasn’t getting to me. i’d be lying if i said i didn’t look forward to him talking to me. it was always short and i would scoff and smile and walk away. he would never flirt while other people were around but he did start to leave everyone alone. no mudblood comments, no teasing, no tripping in the hallway, no jinx’s, no pranks. he really just let everyone be.

when i got to my dorm on friday night i saw something on my bed. a piece of parchment folded in half.

meet me in the astronomy tower at 8:00

-D.M.

oh boy. what does he want? one part of me has been telling myself that he’s just bored and he’ll be done within the next week. the other part of me stats up at night wondering how i feel about this. do i like draco? i have no idea. i have a million other things to think about too. the entire world thinks that harry and i are wack jobs who just want attention, umbridge is absolutely insane, and i’ve been drained ever since i got to school and i know it’s because of the connection to death eaters. we know that draco malfoy, vincent crabbe, gregory goyle, and theodore nott all are the children of death eaters. they’re all in the same school and house as me so we’re always in the same vicinity. their connection to voldemort isnt enough to make me feel pain, but it is enough to drain me of a lot of my energy. it doesn’t help that i have quidditch, prefect duties, and a full course load with O.W.L.’s this year. so honestly i don’t know if i can be dealing with draco right now. not to mention his connection to his father is one of the reasons i’m exhausted. but i decided to go to the astronomy tower just out of curiosity.

i finally got to the top of the stairs and right on time too. he was already there, standing by the ledge just looking around, hands in his pockets. he turned when he heard my footsteps and smiled when he saw me. he opened his mouth to say something, closed it, took a breath, then began to speak.

“it’s really nice out tonight”

“yeah” i looked around. i had no idea what to talk about, but he did.

“date me” oh merlin

“what?” that escalated rather quickly.

“i said date me. you know that i like you, i know that you feel something for me, i can see it. so date me”

“draco i-“ he cut me off before i could continue

“don’t say you can’t because we both know that isn’t true”

“but i can’t”

“why?” he wasn’t upset or angry or sad. he was calm.

“because draco i have no idea how to trust you. i have no idea how to believe any of this. you have done horrible things over the years. i cant just excuse that. you have called my best friend a mudblood countless times, you’ve bullied my other best friend and his siblings for their family’s finances, you’ve tried to get hagrid fired multiple times, you tried to have buckbeack killed, i could keep going but you get the point.” i looked anywhere but him as i spoke with my voice raised just under a yell. he sighed

“do you really think i wanted to do any of that?” i looked back at him quizzically. “do you really think i believe in all that blood superiority nonsense?”

“what else am i supposed to believe draco?”

“y/n i’ve hated every bit of what i’ve done. i never wanted to do it. i don’t believe in any of that crap. it’s not an excuse but believe me i’ve hated myself for everything that i’ve done to you and your friends and i’ve wanted nothing more since first year to sit down with you four and apologize.” i was looking into his eyes as he spoke. his voice was raised and he was taking a breath. i wanted to believe him, i really did.

“then why did you do it?” he wouldn’t look at me.

“when your father beats you for telling him that the muggleborns you know aren’t bad wizards you start to do whatever he tells you. i did everything he wanted me to. whatever he expected of me, i did it. he knows everything, he knows what i do and don’t do and i’ve been terrified of him for years. so i do what he wants. i hate it but he beat it into me since i was a kid.” i didn’t know what to say. his voice was breaking and his eyes wouldn’t meet mine. but i still don’t know how to believe him.

“how do i believe that. how do i believe what your telling me?” my voice was soft. we looked into the others eyes for a moment before he took off his ring. oh. he closed the space between us, grabbed my hand and put his ring in it.

“that’s how” he still had my hand in his and i was searching his mind. he was telling the truth. for the first time ever i knew draco malfoy. everything i saw wasn’t the draco i thought i knew since first year. he was different. he was real. i turned my head up at him and he looked down at me. our eyes were locked and i reached up, pulled his face to meet mine, and kissed him.

TAGS : @idkmanicantenglish @dracoswhore007 @lordlodge

[aliceindiamonds]

Bound: Fred Weasley x OFC

Part 3

Ongoing Fic

Link to Part 4: https://writemebb.tumblr.com/post/655246667569922048/bound-fred-weasley-x-oc

After about an hour or so, possibly longer, I looked up and, away from the contents of my book, out of the window. Rain was softly pattering against the glass, and beyond the pane lay rolling hills and fine greenery. I sighed softly, watching the outside world pass by at great speed as the train chugged on. The Gryffindors were still talking, about something or other, and I found that there was something quite comforting about their innocent, idle prattle.

Moments later, the door to the compartment slid open again suddenly. Draco was back, and he wore an expression of true disdain. I sighed, knowing what was coming. His wand was drawn, pointing at the Weasley twins, and he had changed into his Hogwarts robes. A shiny new Prefect badge glinted somewhat malevolently on his chest. “Lewin, are these blood traitors bothering you?”

The three Gryffindors drew their wands simultaneously, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at the immediate escalation. Draco couldn’t take on three people at once, never mind the fact that these were seventh-years, but he kept his expression hard.

Impatiently, I stood, tucking my book under my arm and blocking the path between the four wands. “It’s fine, Malfoy. There was no room in the other compartments for them.” I shrugged, gesturing at him to lower his wand. “They’re not bothering me.”

He seemed disappointed with my response and did not lower his wand immediately. “Well, now that Pansy and I are busy with our Prefect duties, there’s room with the Slytherins down the hall. That is, if you want to get away from the stench of poverty.” Always with the cutting remarks- it was like he couldn’t help himself. I’d always thought of Draco’s father as a hateful man, and it saddened me to see his son try to emulate him. Thinking you were better than someone was one thing, we were all guilty of that, but making it so obvious, revelling in it even- that was just imprudent.

Both Weasley twins opened their mouths to retort Malfoy’s rudeness, but I cut across them. “I’m alright here, thanks. I’d rather not have to hear about Zabini’s latest stepfather and watch Crabbe and Goyle decimate a million pumpkin pasties. At least I don’t have to pretend to be interested in what this lot says.” I shrugged, and saw an indignant expression play across the faces of the twins.

“Whatever you want, Lewin. Just don’t let them get too close- inferiority catches, or so I’ve heard.” Malfoy turned on his heel and strutted away. I rolled my eyes as I returned to my seat.

The three Gryffindors tucked their wands away once more, looking a little bit dissatisfied with the lack of conflict. The twin who had stopped me from falling earlier shook his head, looking amazed by Malfoy’s viciousness. “Slimy little git, he is, honestly. I would have enjoyed putting his face on the back of his head-” he looked back at me, “-that is, if you weren’t here, Lewin. I’m far too much of a gentleman to do that in front of a lady.” He winked.

“Yes, I see that.” I deadpanned, doing my best to appear thoroughly unamused. It would have been a lie to say that his brand of cheek and charm wasn’t somewhat appealing, though, and I had to admit that the Weasley twins seemed to be not nearly as offensive as I had thought they would be. I thought of the spot on my back where his hand had touched and felt a twinge of embarrassment before banishing the image from my brain. I would not blush.

“He’ll have had a new lease of life after seeing the Dark Mark at the cup; his father probably pissed himself with excitement.” The other twin said, a furious look on his face. Of course, the Quidditch World Cup. I hadn’t been present- I’d been trapped inside the manor with my parents- but I’d heard all about the events in the news. It was probably true that Lucius had been involved.

“He was probably levitating muggles with the rest of them, the tosser,” added Lee, shaking his head. Not true. Draco was only fifteen, like me, and although he tried to be like his father- as many sons do- he was not. I knew he could be unpleasant, and downright cruel- but he wasn’t evil. Just young and callous and stupid.

“He would never.” I said firmly, a dangerous hint in my voice that said don’t talk about Draco Malfoy that way in front of me.

“Whatever you say,” said the standing twin dispassionately, the one who had so cheekily winked at me earlier. He seemed either displeased with my allegiance, or else entirely unconcerned. He reached up into his trunk and pulled out a small, wooden box. “Shall we get on with a little bit of market research then, you two?” He asked the two Gryffindors, who nodded.

“We shall, Fred,” said the other one, getting to his feet. Lee did the same, and they turned to leave.

So, this one was Fred. The one who had both made me nearly fall and stopped me from falling. Fred turned to me briefly and flashed a somewhat dazzling smile. I noticed, again begrudgingly, that he had lovely white teeth, and that when he smiled two small dimples appeared in his cheeks. “See you later then, Lewin.”

I nodded more courteously than I felt inclined to be, a slightly annoyed expression on my face and vaguely heated cheeks, and the three of them disappeared. Market research. What a load of bollocks.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Pure Blood 8 (Sirius Black x F!Oc)

A/N: I’m not crying, you are.

Words: 2,384

Warnings: Tears, and broken hearts

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Chapter 7 // Chapter 9

Chapter 8: Lost girl

“Persephone? Are you all right? ”Regulus asks“ What does the letter say?”

My hands shake and I drop the letter on the table. I look up and meet Reg.

"I ... I don't ... this ..." everything around me becomes blurred for a few seconds. I don't understand anything, this can't be happening to me, not now.

"You have to be kidding!" My trance is interrupted by a scream. Reg flips in place and I also look in that direction, among the other tables.

Sirius stands up and I can see he has a paper in his hand.

No no no! His face is completely red. James tries to calm him down without success. Both argue and their entire table focuses on them.

My heart is racing, it wants to run away from my chest, my whole body trembles but I'm not sure if it's because of anger, fear, anguish, maybe it's all combined.

Suddenly I feel the look of the older Black, his body seems to relax a little and returns to his normal color, but his hands are still in fists. He makes a movement with his head towards the door and leaves the great dining room. I don't think twice and also get up to leave, but Regulus's hand stops me.

"Persephone, talk to me, please," He pleads. My sight goes from the door to him several times.

“Later, I will tell you everything, I promise,” I don’t let him answer and let go of his grip.

I almost run out of the great dining room and stop in the hall, looking for Sirius. It doesn't take long for him to come to my side and take my wrist. He pulls me and we both run through the halls until we reach an empty hall.

"What the fuck does this mean?" He says raising the letter the moment he closes the door behind him. I think I left mine on the table. "Why did your parents send me this?"

"Your parents also sent me one, I have no idea," I say in a shaky voice. He growls.

"Union? What the fuck? ”Asks out of his mind. I shake my head walking to the back of the room. I hold my hands as if that could help.

“Marriage," I whisper turning towards him. "They want us to get married when we leave Hogwarts"

"That won't happen," He says mockingly.

“Black, they have done it before. Your parents, their marriage was arranged ”

"And look how that worked"

“My parents also did it, we have no alternative,” If it doesn't happen, I would be dead. I am not exaggerating. Sirius brings his hands to his hair to dishevel it.

"Of course there is an alternative, I don’t intend to get married,” He walks from one side to another like a caged animal, "Isn't it enough to control everything else?" He stops. "No, I refuse, after Hogwarts I will be of an adult, I will leave that house. I won’t marry, specially someone like you. My life would be ruined”

I frown at the last thing he said. I shake my head, it's not time for this. Then he finally looks at me and lets out a wry laugh.

“We have no alternative? Of course, it would be better for you to get married, right? ”

"What is that supposed to mean?" I shift awkwardly in my place.

“Oh, come on, Singh. We get married and money will no longer be a problem, your status will remain intact, lineage and all that nonsense. And you take the jackpot,” He says pointing to himself. Anger now replaces any other emotion in my body.

"Do you think I agree with all this?"

"Surely it was your idea" I approach until I reach a few inches from his face.

“Listen to me, Black. I don't care if your selfish brain can't see beyond your butt, but I can assure you I'm not happy with this news. Why would I want to be with someone as narcissistic, self-centered and idiotic as you? Not in a million years will I be your wife and I doubt anyone would want to be.” I clench my teeth with every word.

Sirius looks at me nervous, apparently he didn’t expect that reaction, I don’t his throat and takes a step back, we are still close.

Why Sirius Black? Of all the people in the world, why him?

Get married? I'm only fifteen years old, I hadn't even thought about it. I am not ready and I will not be ready when I leave school, I simply cannot and less with the person who has hurt me and I am sure that will do it again. I don’t want an unhappy marriage. I don't want one, do I?

Finally, my eyes tear up and I surround my body with my arms.

"We must do something to avoid it," Sirius says in a whisper.

"What?" I observe, "Everything will get worse if I refuse,” I say without thinking, he looks at me confused.

"What do you mean?" I shake my head.

"Forget it,” He seems to realize something.

“I heard something happened at home during the holidays,” He says… shy?

"It's none of your business" He nods uncomfortably.

"Does it have to do with the discussion you had with Juno?"

I can't believe what I'm hearing.

“What do you care, Black? Since when you have so much interest in me? ”

"I don't care, I'm not interested in your life, don't think you’re so important," Sirius snorts like an idiot.

"Then why do you ask?" Before I could answer, the door opens.

"Can I know what are you doing in a room alone?" I roll my eyes at the boy's voice.

“Great," says Sirius also annoyed. “It’s none of your business, Snivellus”

"I guess the normal reaction to seeing the womanizer of the school with the Slytherin princess in a room alone is to ask what happens... especially if she is crying,” Sirius turns to see me surprised and I touch my cheek, I hadn’t realized that the tears had come out. I clean my face in a hurry.

“Nothing happened, Snape. Forget that you saw us and go on with your life, ”I say, fixing my clothes and raising my chin.

"Oh, but this can benefit me," he says maliciously.

"You won't say anything," Sirius says, grabbing him by the shirt. "If you don't want me to break your teeth."

"Stop it, leave it," To my surprise, Sirius obeys. “If he says something, I don't care, nobody will believe him. It's not important"

"There are rumors, Singh," he replies, adjusting his shirt, angry.

“It's just that, Snape. Rumors.” I say and walk to the door, I hit my shoulder with Severus's and leave the room.

After a few minutes walking, I stop at a pillar, I lean on it and breathe.

It feels like I’ve held my breath all this time, my chest hurts just like my head. I want all this to be a nightmare, I want to wake up.

________________________________

"What did you tell your friends to get away with it?" I ask Remus as soon as he gets to my side. Luckily the boy is punctual.

"I told them I would go to the library," he says smiling.

"So late?" He shrugs.

"As soon as I said library his brains turned off, it was easy,” I chuckle.

"Well, where are we going?"

Remus just turns and tells me to follow him. I obey and all the way we don’t talk, we’re careful not to be discovered by Filch and his cat until we reached the seventh floor. The boy stops in front of a wall.

“Remus? It has to be something more private ”

"Close your eyes"

"What?"

“Trust me, Persephone. Close your eyes,” I release a sigh and close them. “Now think about what you need.

"This is absurd," I complain.

"Come on, remember the contract," he insists. "Think about the place you need, imagine what we need to start our classes.”

And I do, I imagine a large room, with shelves and bookcases, armchairs, cushions and a fireplace. Comfort.

"Now open them,” I step back as soon as I see that the smooth wall is replaced by a huge door.

"But- What?" I look at Remus and he smiles.

“Magic," He mocks, opens the door and enters. I laugh and follow him, as I enter I see everything I had imagined and close the door behind me. “Great! It looks like Gryffindor’s common room…”

I bite my lip remembering the time Sirius helped me into his common room in the first year.

“Yes," Is the only thing I can say. After observing everything, we both settled on a carpet in front of the fireplace next to some cushions.

"Well, first, do you have any specific questions?" I frown and look toward the fireplace thinking.

"I know, does being the son of Muggles affect intelligence?" I look at him, now he giggles. "What?"

"Oh, it's for real," he says trying not to laugh again. I feel a stab in my stomach and the shame grows in me.

"It is," I say seriously. And he stops laughing. “All my questions will be serious, Lupin. You don't have to make fun of me.”

Now he is ashamed and blushes.

"You're right, I'm sorry,” He clears his throat. "It has nothing to do with intelligence, Persephone" I nod. "Actually, it has to do with the person, sometimes parents or family members do influence, but it can also happen with people of pure blood"

“Okay…” What else? I thought this would be easier. He notices my conflict.

"Tell me something that bothers your parents, about Muggles.”

“Well, they think they’re inferior, useless, and idiots. We shouldn't get together with them, it's like… as if they had a contagious disease,” He frowns. I sigh, "Once ..." I’m nervous, but he seems calm, "Once, Lily... Lily Evans touched my hand, it was in third year and I went mad,”

I put a hand on my face, what a fool I was.

“Or when she took Ernest Duncan from me and I treated her very badly, I must confess that I convinced him that, being Muggle's daughter, she was going to spread a disease…”

Remus is surprised, but again he smiles.

"She hated Ernest, the boy just wanted to bother James.”

"What? Really?” He laughs nodding and I can't help laughing too. "I'm an idiot. And he didn't kiss well, he was a fool,” Now we laugh harder.

The questions continue, I tell him a little about my family and he answers without hesitation.

Apparently, muggles only see magic as fictional, they have it in books or on... television? Quite strange. We had no order of questions or subject, they were coming out how they occurred to me.

"Can I ask you a question?" He says as I relax leaning on the cushions.

“Sure"

"What happened to you and Sirius at lunch?" I knew he would ask that.

I sigh in defeat.

"I guess it has to do with this," I say as I settle into my place. “…Our parents sent us a letter saying that they already fixed our engagement.”

"Engagement?" He asks insecure.

“Wedding. They want us to get married as soon as we leave Hogwarts,” I feel chills. It’s different when someone else knows.

"It has to be a joke,” His eyes seem bigger.

“That’s what Black said, but no. It is not a joke"

“But how can they do that? They don't even want Sirius, they have no right to control that”

"They have it, he's still a minor and I guess it's the last hope for Sirius to continue with the Black lineage"

"Why do you sound so calm?" Again the lump in the throat.

"I'm not. I already discussed this with him and it was not pretty. I can't do anything, my hands are tied," I say with a broken voice.

"Surely you can do something, you are too young, even in two years, aren’t you supposed to choose who to marry?" I smile.

"Apparently not,” This time I let the tears fall. "You know? I hadn’t thought of that. Getting married. As a girl yes, but just the idea of getting married, everything was nice and exciting,” I let out a sad smile, “but now it terrifies me. I thought that upon leaving school, I would be free, maybe just a year in which I could do what I wanted… I'm afraid of being unhappy and still being a puppet to my father.” I sob.

I feel like Remus approaching, then he surrounds me with his arms and I put my head on his chest and cry.

I cry for the damage that my parents have done to me, of Ares ‘screams, the fight with Jenna, for my friendship with Regulus, for Sirius' words, marriage. I cry like a lost girl.

“I feel trapped, Remus. I feel like I'm about to explode. I’m going to get hurt.”

"I'll help you, Percy," I slowly break apart and look straight into his brown eyes. That nickname was only used by Sirius. "You can change if you ask for help"

"I don't want someone else to get hurt," My lower lip trembles.

"It won’t be easy, but we’ll try" I nod and lean on his chest. He jeeps hugging me in his arms until I calm down.

At that moment Remus Lupin could see the Slytherin princess breaking into a thousand pieces. He knew how the girl felt, or at least he could understand what it’s like to feel afraid and lost. He’d been like this all his life, he didn't want to hurt anyone, but he was afraid to say what really happened to him. Each full moon was a concern that exceeded his mental health.

But everything improved when his three best friends helped, he couldn’t believe he’d learned to tolerate his life. He could never stop being grateful to them.

Therefore, he is now sure that he will help Persephone Singh. Because she doesn't have James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, and lost Sirius Black. That will change, because she’ll have Remus Lupin.

 “I'll help you," He whispered against my hair.

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[eldunea]

havin some thoughts for an HP AU discussed with @diamontha​

mom honerva is the world’s most famous alchemist, dad zander is an auror. honerva originally lived in the united states and her claim to fame is discovering the fifth element in alchemy--but she had her discovery stolen from her by an american wizard. that guy then turned around and accused her of trying to steal his idea, and the general american public believed him. dumbledore, however, believed that honerva had been wronged, and offered her a job teaching alchemy as an elective at hogwarts where she would be respected. that’s how the family ended up in the UK.

as an indigenous person he’s damn good at wandless magic because FUCK THAT BULLSHIT JKR CAME UP WITH WHEN SHE SAID INDIGENOUS WANDLESS MAGIC WAS “LESS PRECISE.” she already stated that wandless magic was more powerful than wanded magic, but then all of a sudden when poc use wandless magic the wand version is better? THE FUCK? anyway yeah, his parents would have trained him in it since he was a little kid and when he finally got his wand he was like “tf is this european bullshit?”

speaking of his wand, it’s yew and dragon heartstring, 11.5″, flexible. his original wand was cherry and dragon heartstring, 11″, flexible.

as an indigenous jewish woman honerva’s plan living in the united states was that she wanted to homeschool lotor--she didn’t want him to go to ilvermorny because she went there herself and she was always haunted by the fact she wasn’t allowed to use or learn her peoples’ magic. zander, an okinawan at mahoutokoro, agreed that the japanese wizarding school was no better. his parents were really nervous about sending him to hogwarts but since honerva was now a professor there she could make sure her son got the education that he needed.

he’s an unregistered animagus--a fox--and he doesn’t plan on getting registered anytime soon. his patronus also happens to be a fox.

he has an enchanted tallit (some reform jews have tallit) that’s basically his conscience. there was a legend of a prayer shawl that came to life and stopped a man from sleeping with an escort so lotor’s would be just like that--it would try to stop him from doing all the questionable, sometimes petty shit that he likes to do. 

he has kova at hogwarts with him.

he loves muggle science? so much? his mom wanted to be an astrophysicist on top of an alchemist and even tried going to muggle college for it but given her background and the time period she didn’t get far. she taught him all about science and he just has this childlike wonder for it. don’t take him to a muggle science fair, he’ll blow his cover blabbing about how much he wishes he had access to things like that.

he wants to be the first wizard in space. yes, really. when he saw a video of neil armstrong’s moon landing he broke down crying saying, “what’s the point of all this magic if it can’t take us to the great beyond?” that night when he lay in bed, he had an awakening and was like, well, it CAN take us to the great beyond, we just have to TRY! and that’s it, that’s how he formed his dream. god bless his soul

there’s nothing more he loves than muggle parents of wizard children/muggles married to wizards because they have knowledge of both science and magic just like him. when diantha first takes him home to meet her muggle parents he just? he just gets so excited?? he loses his shit in the best possible way like “oh my god, is that a real vacuum cleaner? can i see the inside of your TV? CAN YOU TEACH ME HOW TO GO TO SPACE” he’s like an excited puppy, losing his mind over all the muggle tech in their house. dia please keep your boyfriend under control

speaking of smartphones, he loves smartphones holy shit. the first time he held one it was like indiana jones holding the golden idol in raiders of the lost ark. he called it “magic in your pocket” and said as much to the confused muggle who first gave him their smartphone to look at. when he gets older he buys every single version of the iphone as soon as it comes out and has them all in a case on his fireplace.

he loves muggles so much despite being a pureblood……he’s fascinated with their world and sometimes wishes he could have a muggle parent or grandparent so that he would know more about them. unlike canon lotor who is biased against humans bc they don’t have (much) magic, HP lotor will fight anyone who says muggles are inferior to humans. he thinks it’s so incredible how much they’ve accomplished despite having no magic, and that if anything, they’re the ones who are better than wizards. 

he’s also really against the whole “hiding magic from muggles” thing because 1) it’s a white thing; many POC cultures around the world openly tolerated magic before white colonizers forced their witches and wizards underground and 2) he’s firmly resolved that there’s nothing wizards can do that muggles won’t be able to figure out eventually. in the immortal words of the muggle author arthur c. clarke, magic is just science that they don’t understand yet.

for all his knowledge about muggle science though, he is comically bad at blending in with muggles. like……this level bad. he just--he just doesn’t understand them at all. poor boy. hopefully he’ll learn.

and some biographical notes in a more chronological order--

when he first went to hogwarts he was the spirited, somewhat mischievous kid on the train who wanted to get to know everybody, share his sweets and talk about all of the things he’d already read in the textbooks. everyone pegged him for a ravenclaw or maybe even a hufflepuff, but literally as soon as the sorting hat touched his head it screamed “SLYTHERIN,” shocking everyone who got to know him.

being in slytherin might have been the best match for his personality (intelligence mixed with ambition) but oh boy it was not a fun time. fun fact i hc “mudblood” is referred to mixed race people as well as half-muggles and muggleborns so he was definitely called that a lot. being the only indigenous, the only jewish and one of the few POC in the house was also really difficult--he felt isolated and alone a lot of the time because even among the people who fervently defended him he felt like they didn’t understand him.

at some point (haven’t decided what) he went back to the united states to visit some relatives and was caught up in an attack on a synagogue. 

he was shot in his right arm (not his wand arm), so he drew his wand and killed the gunman using the killing curse--in front of a room full of muggles. he managed to get himself to an american wizarding hospital, but was dragged out of his hospital bed by american police while still recovering from the gunshot wound and extradited to the UK, where he was immediately flung into azkaban. 

though he had acted in self-defense during a hate crime, he was expelled from hogwarts and given a life sentence; he was told he was lucky that he didn’t get the dementor’s kiss. he managed to escape during one of the numerous mass azkaban breakouts that subsequently happened canonically, and was in hiding before being one of the slytherins who participated on the side of good in the battle of hogwarts.

i think i read somewhere that canonically, all students who participated in the battle of hogwarts were pardoned for any crimes committed in the past but i can’t find that source. but what i can find is that lucius malfoy was 100% pardoned for defecting from the death eaters to protect his family so like……if an old white fantasy fascist can get pardoned for all of his murders by defecting last minute to the right side, a teenage brown jew can also be pardoned for killing to defend himself. fight me 

he and diantha hated each other at first--he thought she was stupid and she thought he was a total prick. but before the battle of hogwarts the two of them made up and she kissed him, knowing it might be her last chance to do so before either one or both of them were killed.

originally he wanted to be an auror like his dad, because all he wanted was to go beat up bad guys. but after the trauma of the war against voldemort he decided it would be better for him to not fight people or put himself in traumatic situations anymore, and wanted to focus on being the first wizard who went to space. though most wizards thought he was crazy, slytherins are amazing with the art of persuasion--he managed to talk a good number of people into getting behind his project, which is now pretty much crowdfunded. 

oh, and one more note about honerva: she finally managed to achieve her dream of being an astrophysicist, so now she’s well-known in both the wizarding and muggle communities as a prominent scientist and she is 100% behind lotor’s project to put wizards in space. happy endings for everyone.

[daylilysirius]

Arms Unfolding: Year One

A/N: here’s the first proper part, hope you enjoy! also, a couple of people asked to be tagged so I'll start a taglist for this series, if you want to be added let me know!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin! Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1721

- MASTERLIST IN BIO -

Your first few months at Hogwarts had flown by. A flurry of flying lessons, potions classes and quidditch matches and before you knew it you were into a new term.

The Christmas holidays had been fairly uneventful for you. Your father’s side of the family were still giddy about the prestige that they thought you carrying on their Slytherin heritage brought them. A lot of your time was spent sat with your mother, who couldn’t care less about you all being part of the ‘Sacred Twenty-Eight’, giggling at your father as he sat trapped with his parents droning on about bloodlines as he kept shooting you both pleading, please come and help me looks. Your parents might have been purebloods, but to them that was nothing but a label. The other hot topic was you being in the same year as the youngest member of the Malfoy clan. Being part of such a wealthy and influential family put Draco at the top of the food chain so to speak, and your grandparents were eager to know as much about him as possible.

Thankfully your initial fluster around him had died down, although your mother still teased you about the little puppy crush you had written to her about, and you and Draco had fallen into a fairly easy friendship. You didn’t let him boss you around like he did his other little gang members, and although sometimes it caused some tension between the two of you, Draco was ultimately fond of your strong nature. You were prideful but kind-hearted in a way he had never experienced before.

However, not everyone was so fond of your passionate nature and it had taken you a while to settle in with the rest of your peers outside of your housemates. Hermione Granger, who you had first met on the train, took a liking to you fairly quickly however. After being paired up in charms class you realised you made quite a team, you had a lot in common considering your different backgrounds, and despite the fact that your similar personalities meant that you sometimes butted heads she was a sweet and supportive friend. So much in fact that she practically made it her duty to introduce you to everyone she knew and soon you were almost as close to Harry and Ron as she was.

Draco hadn’t taken kindly to your new friends. He still wasn’t over Harry snubbing him and, in his opinion, both Ron and Hermione were far inferior to the pair of you.

“I just don’t understand how you can stomach to be around her, being muggle-born and all.”

“Oh please, Draco, she’s harmless. And she’s nice, they all are.”

“They’re not Slytherins for a reason.”

You scoffed, “you’re such a snob, Draco Malfoy.”

He shrugged in response as you both descended down the stairs towards your common room.

“Are you really trying to tell me that the people you hang around with are any better? All your friends do is tease and push each other around.”

“They’re your friends too.” Draco said accusingly. You could tell he was trying to appear rational, but there was a slight bite to his voice, that defensive tone that only came out when you dared to challenge him.

You shook your head, “Crabbe and Goyle do nothing except follow you around like lost puppies, I don’t think they even notice if I’m there or not. Blaise is nice – when he wants to be. Pansy hates me.”

He shrugged again, as if that fact was neither here nor there, “I just don’t understand how your parents can be okay with it. You mixing with… people like that.”

You gave him a warning glance and he took the hint to stop talking before he dug himself an even bigger hole. You approached the door but Draco came to a halt.

“Aren’t you coming in?”

He shook his head.

“Why not?” It was already dark out and you had both been cutting it fine in regards to getting back before curfew.

“I’m going to see your friends.”

You sighed and moved back towards him, figuring out his evil masterplan in seconds. Ron had mentioned the trio’s plan to visit Hagrid after hours on their quest to find out more about the philosopher’s stone, and clearly Draco couldn’t miss an opportunity to antagonise.

“Why can’t you just leave them be?” You questioned. Their petty feud was already grating on you, you couldn’t understand why they didn’t see the good qualities in each other the way you did.

He flashed you a cheeky grin as he began to walk off, “Come with me if you’re so concerned.”

You huffed and stood in place, arms crossed across your chest as you watched him strut back the way you had just came.

No, you thought, I don’t want to get in trouble. I don’t want to go with him. I don’t… I don’t.

“Draco, wait up!” You called after him.

“This is all your fault.”

“Yes, Y/N, you’ve already mentioned that. Numerous times, in fact.” Draco retorted.

In a turn of events that was shocking to literally no one except the mastermind himself, Draco’s plan to rat out your friends had backfired spectacularly and had landed all of you in detention. You sighed dramatically as you trudged through the forest. Draco had already scared off Neville with his usual nonsense so now you were stuck between him and Harry as they bickered like an old married couple. You drowned them out as best you could, focusing solely on not tripping on the spiralling vines and tree trucks around you, and thinking about how much trouble you were going to be in with your parents when you came to a clearing. The view stopped all three of you dead in your tracks.

A unicorn lay dead. Its white fur standing out in stark contrast to the muddy greens of the plants. A cloaked figure hovered over it, drinking its blood and seemingly undisturbed by your arrival.

“What the hell…” You murmured.

Draco was quick to grab your arm and pull you back behind him, slowly edging you both away from whatever that was. You were both trembling and stumbling over each other but neither of you dared to let go. As soon as the mysterious creature looked up, baring its teeth, it was over for you both. He screamed as together you turned tail and ran as fast as you could, all the while Draco gripped tightly to your hand, until you were back at the forests opening. The both of you stood for a few seconds, chests heaving, until Draco realised you were back where you could be seen and he quickly dropped your hand and paced back slightly.

“Harry!” You gasped, your brain finally catching up with your body. You couldn’t leave him alone out there. Especially not with that thing. You lunged forward but Draco grabbed you before you could make your heroic dash.

“Get off me!” You shouted, “We can’t leave him!”

“I can’t let you go in there again!” He yelled back.

“I don’t care Draco, let go of me…” You trailed off as you kept trying to free yourself from Draco’s grasp but he was persistent. He kept a tight hold despite your flailing limbs, repeating that he wasn’t going to let you get hurt. The pair of you kept that up until Harry emerged with Hagrid, Neville, Hermione and Ron. Draco quickly released you and you lost your footing slightly before you ran to hug your friend. Draco stayed put, deadly quiet as he watched you fuss over Harry.

“Okay you lot,” Hagrid said nervously, “I think it’s best that you were all off to bed…”

Draco stayed a few feet in front of the rest of you as you trudged back to the castle, but you didn’t miss the way he would turn back and make sure you were still there every few minutes.

You and Draco never talked about the incident in the forest. You weren’t sure if it was out of fear or embarrassment but he didn’t mention it again after that night so neither did you. You focused your attention on your school work and staying out of trouble after a pretty harsh letter from your parents concerning you getting a detention.

The end of your first year came about quickly, but not before your Gryffindor pals could land themselves in some more trouble. Despite Dumbledore’s best efforts it quickly spread around the school that Professor Quirrell had been evil this entire time and Harry had fought him off single handed. Draco, of course, was less than impressed with all the attention Potter was getting and ranted to you even more than usual. Nevertheless, you arrived at the hospital wing with a box of chocolate cauldrons tucked under your arm and were greeted with a very grateful looking Harry.

You sat on the edge of his bed mulling over things that he had missed in lessons and reassuring him that yes, Ron and Hermione are fine, they’re just tired so you’re their temporary replacement.

“I didn’t realise that it would be such an issue, Mr Potter.” You smirked.

“It’s not!” His face reddened when he realised how rude his words had sounded, “It’s not, I just didn’t think you would be… allowed.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, if you hadn’t noticed, Malfoy and I don’t exactly see eye to eye.” He said coyly.

You snorted, “Now there’s an understatement. But Draco isn’t the boss of me, thank you very much.”

“No, of course not.” Harry grinned, “I don’t understand how you can stand to be around him.”

“He says the same about you.”

“I bet he does.”

You sighed, shaking your head, “He’s really not that bad.”

Harry raised his eyebrows at you.

“I just mean… yeah, he can be a prat sometimes, but there’s more to him than meets the eye. He can be kind, he just doesn’t show it in traditional ways I guess. He can be a caring guy.”

Now it was Harry’s turn to snort, “I’ll believe that when I see it.”

“You will, one day.” You gave a sweet smile. Harry chuckled softly before you both went back to gossiping and snacking on the various goodies he had been gifted.

S E R I E S  T A G L I S T : @callie-bear15 @marvel-th @uirene 

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From Enemies To Lovers

It was the start of yet another year. Another year full of spells, potion making, transfiguration, runes decryption and everything a six year should know. The last laid-back year, before needing to figure out what to do after school. The year between OWLS and NEWTS, the most feared examination. One would think that during this year everyone would enjoy the peace before the storm and this was true for everyone but two people: Clarke Griffin and Lexa Woods. They were both prefects and Quidditch captains, respectively of Griffindor and Slytherin. And they hated each other.

No one really knew what happened to spark the rivalry between the two. Most assumed it to be the brunette fault, but the truth was that not even their close friends were aware of what occurred.

It was the start of another year and they were already fighting.

“You think you are better than all of us don’t you Woods!? Well guess what!? You aren’t!”

“Are you saying you are better than me Griffin? Cause the OWLS’ results tell the opposite”

Clarke’s face took on a crimson shade after that comment. She was absolutely furious and the smirk on the other’s face wasn’t helping at all. She didn’t really care for those results, she got what she needed to then became a mediwitch and that’s all that mattered to her, but that girl. Oh that brunette girl always had to one up her just to make her feel inferior.

“Not everyone can buy the examiners at the Ministry, Woods. Some of us got their marks studying”

It was Lexa’s turn to be offended. How dare this insignificant girl suggest such a thing!? Her parents may be workers at the Ministry but they would never do anything like that. All that mistrust only because she was a Slytherin. Well the little lion wanted to get the family involved? Than she will get it.

“At least my parents have honorable jobs. What is it that yours do again? Oh right they are just muggles, not doing anything really important now do they? Especially that father of yours”

The blonde’s wand was out and under the brunette’s chin before she could even blink. They were so close that she could see the fresh pain in those blue eyes. She felt a little guilt for the words she used, but they were in front of the Great Hall, with all of Slytherin house listening and those were the first things that came to mind.

“Say anything else about my father, just try to mention him again and they will be your last words”

“20 points from Griffindor Ms Griffin. It’s only the first day and you already start with the threats to my house? Now put away that wand if you don’t want another detention”

Clarke didn’t spare a glance to professor Snape, she glared one last time at the other girl before following the others to the table. She didn’t feel much like eating after that encounter, not after being made aware of what she lost again.

“I know you don’t really feel like it but you have to eat Princess. You can’t starve yourself again”

The girl offered little resistance when Bellamy put a full plate in front of her. He was right, she already made her mother worry all summer with her refuse for food and she didn’t need her or her friends on her case again. But she wasn’t sure if she could stomach anything. She couldn’t eat anything after the incident. The incident that cost her the person she loved the most, her dad. It was the start of summer, he was coming home from work when a car run over him. He remained in a coma for a week before his heart stopped. Just like her world. And hearing that girl, that Slytherin, mention him like that, she just lost it.

As soon as she could, she left the table. She couldn’t remain there and fortunately its the third years that have to take the first year to the common room. She went to the opposite direction, choosing the peace of the lake at the confusion of the tower. It’s always been one of her favorite spots to just let her mind run and to draw when the inspiration hit. Another thing she stopped doing.

She remained there for hours before being joined by a tabby cat.

“I know professor. It’s after curfew, I should at least be in the common room”

“Yes you should Ms Griffin. But I understand why you would prefer staying out here. I won’t give you detention and I won’t take points this time. Next time don’t go out after curfew”

Clarke nodded, standing up to follow the professor back to the castle. Obviously the professor knew about the incident. Great, now she would get looks of pity all day long for who knows how many weeks. Exactly what she wanted and needed.

The walk to the tower was silent and for that she was grateful. She really didn’t want to hear about how sorry the professor was for her. She just couldn’t bare to hear it again. After what seemed like a lifetime, they found themselves in front of the Fat Lady and before letting the blonde inside, the professor reminded her that she knew where her office was. The girl smiled, a tired smile that didn’t reach her eyes, before bidding McGonagall goodnight and entering the common room.

It was the start of yet another year. But this time, it wasn’t filled with laugh and joy. At first it seemed like nothing was out of the norm, but after a couple of weeks, everyone started to see it. The first giveaway was Clarke withdrawal from Quidditch captain and from the team all together. No one realized until the auditions for each role. She was studying under a tree when her friends confronted her about it.

“Are you fucking serious Clarke!? Really!? You left the team!? Without telling us anything!? We had to hear it from McGonagall that you requested to not be captain anymore!”

The blonde looked up from her book to see Bellamy’s outraged face. Behind him were all of their close friends; Raven, Octavia, Monty, Jasper, Wells and Finn. She sighed, knowing she owned them at least an explanation of why.

“Yes I left the team. Yes I didn’t tell you. And yes I asked McGonagall to tell you in my stead. I didn’t ask you what you thought cause half of you would have told me not to, that I’m just too good to not play and I didn’t want any of you to change my mind about this. Yes, I should have told you after I talked with the professor, who agrees with me. I don’t really want to talk about my reasons for quitting, especially not here and not now. And before any of you try, no I’m not coming back on the field”

With that she packed up all of her stuff, not glancing back once before fleeing to the castle. Before dinner time, all of Hogwarts was privy to this strange fact. Especially a brunette Slytherin that just had to poke the little lion.

The Great All went silent when Lexa walked to Griffindor table, stopping in front of a certain blonde.

“Is it true Griffin? You left the team? What, too afraid of losing against us?”

The lion didn’t even look up from her plate, where the food went untouched since she sat down, something that the snake noticed.

“I prefer concentrating on other things this year Woods. Plus I had an incident this summer and I can’t play after that. Now if you will excuse me, I have an essay to finish”

The blonde stood up, nearly running for the exit, leaving everyone confused and shocked. The brunette looked a the other Griffindors to see if they knew anything but they all just shrugged, as if they didn’t know more than her.

Lexa was starting to worry. Yeah they were rivals but she didn’t hate the other girl and she was so out of character this year. The majority of her insults were only answers to the ones the Griffindor princess sent her way. She didn’t even believe in blood prejudice, she used it only to see the enraged face of the blonde. Seeing as Clarke wasn’t even reacting to her insults as usual she decided to cut on them a little and to observe more the other girl, hoping to understand what was wrong with her.

It was another month before the brunette found anything out. It was after curfew and she was doing her rounds when she heard someone trying to cry quietly. She went to investigate, reading herself to listen to some bad break up story, only to find her Griffindor rival with tear stained cheeks. The brunette’s jaw dropped in surprise and just as she was about to talk, the blonde looked up from the ground, locking eyes with Lexa.

“Just my luck. Well what are you waiting for? Go tell your friends that you found me crying so that you can all laugh together about me”

The Slytherin answered with a frown. “I would never do something like that. It’s true that I like arguing with you and that we are rivals but I never laughed at you. Plus if you are here crying it must be something serious and I would never use it against you”

Clarke continued to look at her mistrusting, especially when she sat down near her offering a handkerchief. After a bit of hesitation she took it with a quiet thank you.

“I know that you don’t trust me and I don’t really blame you considering our history, but if you wanna talk I could listen. I noticed that something is wrong this year with you and believe it or not, I’m concerned. Well I’m gonna go back to my common room now. If you ever want to talk, I always pass this spot at the end of my rounds. See you in class Griffin”

The Griffindor watched the other girl walk away, wondering why she was so nice all of a sudden. She looked down at her hands noting how the handkerchief had the other’s initials sew into the corner. Bringing it to her nose she found out that it smelled like pine, the same scent she sometimes got a sniff of when they found themselves face to face during a heated argument.

After that encounter Clarke decided to observe more closely the Slytherin. She started immediately the next day, sure that by breakfast everyone would know of her late night pity party. She was ready to face the Great All, sure of being laughed at as soon as she stepped inside, only to be met with the usual. No one looked at her, no one whispered and giggled at her, no one said anything about her. Her eyes landed immediately on the Slytherin table, locking with a pair of deep green that was watching her with worry. She nodded in thanks and to say that she was okay, seeing the relief swell in the emeralds for a brief second before they went back to their plate. She didn’t get it, not really. They were rivals and here Lexa was offering an ear and a shoulder to cry on.

From that day on she decided to pay more attention to the brunette. During class she noticed how the other girl would sometimes look in her direction, to make sure of what she didn’t know. At first, as she was still a bit hesitant of trusting her, she thought that maybe she wanted to one up her like always, but after a week or so she caught her looking even during meals, always with a veil of worry that she tried to hide.

It was nearly a month before she decided to talk to her. Clarke couldn’t bare another round of worry and pity from her friends. They knew that it wasn’t what she wanted or what she needed, still they never changed. So she waited in the chosen spot. She waited all evening and when she was about to leave, a surprised Lexa appeared.

“You came”

“Yeah… I may need that ear you offered. If it’s still on obviously”

The Slytherin watched the other girl shift from foot to foot in discomfort. She thought that the lion would never accept, still she went there every night hoping to catch a glimpse of blonde, telling herself that she always finished her rounds there and that she wasn’t waiting for the Griffindor.

“Yeah, it’s still on”

They sat next to each other like the first night and then Clarke started talking. She told Lexa of what happened during that summer. How her dad remained in a coma for a week. How her last words to him were an angry shout because of a fight. How she will never know if he heard her telling him how important he was to her, that she loved him, that he was her best friend. How much she regrets not spending more time with him. How she would do anything to see him one last time smiling at her. The snake listened closely, bringing the lion close when she started crying. They remained there for hours, one weeping silently and the other holding her, telling her that it will get better, that it may never be like before but it will be okay. When Clarke had no tears left to cry and the moon was high in the sky, they decided to call it a night.

“Thank you Woods. Really”

“Don’t worry about it. I told you, if you need someone to listen, someone who won’t immediately look at you with pity, I’m here to listen. I may not have the answers to everything, but your secrets are safe with me”

The two girls smiled at each other, debating how to say goodnight. Both of them didn’t want to go, didn’t want to be the first to take the first step. Eventually they decided to back away together.

After that night they started meeting in secret every other evening. During the day they still upheld the facade of rivals, even thought they never got too personal with their come back and lacking their usual bite. They seemed more a couple teasing each other than two rivals insulting each other. They went on like that until Christmas. That year Dumbledore decided to organize a Yule Ball for all the students. Both girls wanted to ask the other to the Ball, but they were afraid of rejection and of being made fun of from their friends.

“So the Yule Ball is in a week. You going with someone Lexa?”

After a couple of weeks of meeting they decided to be on first name basis. The Slytherin looked to her companion, seeing her sprawled looking at the ceiling without a care in the world, or so it seemed.

“No. I wanted to ask someone but I’m not brave enough. Maybe I will ask them to dance with me during the Ball. What about you? Someone special you haven’t been telling me about?”

“Nah. I’m just going with my friends”

Not long after Christmas day came and with it the nerves of getting ready, of being perfect, of being the most beautiful girl in the castle. Everyone wanted to one up the other, putting on make up, jewels and the most expensive clothes just to be noticed from their date and to be sure that all eyes would be on them.

Clarke debated with herself for at least half an hour before deciding to actually go with the others instead of staying in her room sulking. She really didn’t want to go only because she didn’t want to see Lexa dancing with whoever this special someone was. If only she really was as brave as her house.

Her friends went ahead of her, leaving her to walk there alone. When she arrived in the Great Hall a lot of people were already dancing while her friends were in a corner laughing and talking with each other. When they noticed her walk up to them they immediately involved her in the conversation.

“Look who finally decided to come join us mere mortals. I knew you wouldn’t resist coming to dance Princess”

“Well you know me Blake. Without me is it even a party?”

They all laughed together before some of them broke up in couples to go dance. Clarke remained with Murphy, Raven and Octavia, talking about the usual before the only man of the group asked the million dollar question.

“So Princess, you really didn’t ask her to come with you?”

Clarke’s face fell and she sighed before answering. “Yes Murphy. I was to chicken to ask her. Plus she would have said no. She told me there was someone she wanted to ask, but didn’t find the courage to”

The other three looked at her as if she was stupid. Did she really not see the way Lexa looked at her? The three friends looked at each other, communicating without words that they would help her get at least a dance. And maybe knock some sense into that stubborn head of hers.

In that exact moment a group of Slytherins entered and all eyes went to them. They were wearing the best dresses of the evening. Clarke’s eyes found immediately a certain brunette, leaving her breathless from how beautiful she was. She was wearing a long emerald dress with silver lining on the sleeves and silver heels stuck out from under the dress when she walked. She wore a snake pendant and matching hearings, a set she got for her birthday from the blonde.

Lexa’s eyes met blue, widening at the beauty that was the Griffidor. Purple sleeveless dress, blood red heels, killing make up, loose blonde hair and a black choker with a gold lion. They were both stunned into silence and all their friends rolled their eyes at their uselessness. They were so blind about what the other felt and still everyone else could see the love between the two! They were utterly hopeless.

They spent the majority of the night stealing glances at each other, trying to find the courage to ask the other to dance. It was nearing midnight when Raven decided to help them out. She went up to Lexa asking for a dance. Or well more like demanding it. The Slytherin, surprised as she was, could only mutter an half yes before being dragged to the dance floor. The Ravenclaw smirked seeing in the corner of her eye how Clarke was watching them like an hawk.

“So Woods, when do intend to ask Clarke out?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about Reyes”

“Yeah cause no one can see the heart eyes you throw at each other. Look we all know that you have a crush on her and the feelings are mutual so grow a pair and go ask her to dance for fucks sake!”

Lexa looked at her stunned. No one had ever talked to her like that, plus there was no possible way that the Griffindor had feelings for her. She was only Lexa.

“How can she possibly have feelings for me? She is so much more than me and could have everything she wanted”

‘These two’ “Yeah well, she wants you but she doesn’t think the feelings are mutual. Look at how jealous she is right now. She hasn’t stopped glaring at me since we started dancing”

The Slytherin looked above the other girl’s shoulder, seeing what she was talking about. Clarke was seething; she was holding a glass so hard that it could shatter in a moment. Was it possible? Could it really be true? Could she have a chance?

“Are you sure Reyes?”

“I’m her best friend and she won’t shut up about how much she likes you. Honestly I would like to talk about other things than only you Woods. Now go ask her to dance!”

The Ravenclaw pushed her in the blonde’s direction with a smirk and a wink. Lexa started walking towards Clarke, smiling a little when their eyes met. She stopped just in front of her, ready to ask her to dance, when she noticed that the attention of everyone was on them. They were probably expecting one of their usual quarrels.

“Griffin”

“Woods”

“Will you give me the honor of dancing with me?”

“I thought you would never ask Lexa”      

Clarke took Lexa’s hand, smiling wide at the other girl. They started dancing ignoring everyone else, looking in each other eyes.

“It was you. The person I wanted to ask to come with me. I thought you would have rejected me if I asked”

“Oh Lexa, how could I ever reject you? My feelings for you are more romantic than platonic. I’ve had a crush on you for some time now Lexa”

“Really? How? You could have anyone, why me?”

Lexa looked at her with lost eyes, not believing her ears. Clarke caressed her cheek with one hand, leaning in to give her a little kiss on the lips. Just a fleeting kiss.

“I want you Lexa. In these last months you opened up to me, you let me see the real you and I fell in love with that girl that offered a shoulder to cry on to her rival, when everyone else would have laughed at her. Yes, I could have anyone but I just want you”

Lexa’s eyes became full of tears, but she refused to let them fall. This girl, this Griffindor was the only one who ever said such things to her. No one had ever chosen her first. No one had ever wanted her like that.

“I’ve fallen in love with you too Clarke. I never thought you would feel the same. I never thought I had a chance with you. I thought you hated me for how I have always treated you”

“You give yourself too little credit Lexa. I never hated you. Not even when you would insult me during one of our fight. I could see it in your eyes that the majority of the things you said, you didn’t really mean. So stop talking and kiss me already. I want our first kiss as girlfriends if you don’t mind”    

“As you wish Princess”

Lexa leaned in with a wide smile. Girlfriends. Who would have thought? They couldn’t stop smiling into the kiss, making it more difficult to actually kiss. And still it was perfect, it was totally them. Two lost souls finally together. Two lost souls finally smiling. Two hearts that went from hating to loving. Two hearts finally at peace.

[brokenchinadolly-blog]

Have you been re-introduced to DOLORES “DOLLY” UMBRIDGE? last we heard, the HALFBLOOD was most familiar with TIMELINE THREE. I don’t recall if they were always a SLYTHERIN, but I’ve heard the SEVENTH YEAR is still DRIVEN, ANALYTICAL, ENGAGING and HIGH-STRUNG, MANIPULATIVE, AND DECEPTIVE, so that’s familiar. at least SHE remembers their way around the castle.

Personality Expanded

[ + ]: Analytical: Every line of every conversation and every action she sees another person take is broken down into its minutiae and studied for hidden intent and insight into the picture of the person. It’s measured against what is already known and applied to planning future interaction and assessing strengths, weaknesses, the likelihood that the other party will become a problem or an asset, and how to handle them if they manifest as one or other—leaving room for if they turn out to be one then the other.

Engaging: There is nobody short of Gilderoy Lockhart that can weave a more dramatic or entertaining tale when they desire then Dolores. The believability could be questioned and increasingly so considering the frequency with which Dolores raises a fuss and turns a small event into a public spectacle, but the added spice of moans, groans, shouted accusations, passionate denials, and the occasional forced tear or fainting spell create impressions that are not soon forgotten all the same.

Dedicated: Once she has set her mind to something there is no dissuading her. She may not be loyal to very many people, but she is unfailingly loyal to herself and her goals and no amount of hardship will make her forget what she is really working toward.

[ - ]: High Strung: All the people she has already wronged or wounded as well as the wounds already done to her, both real and imagined, have made Dolores paranoid. That, her innately nervous nature, her near solitary existence during school breaks, and her own budding propensity to lies she then worries about being found out at, and increasingly warped worldview about dangerous muggles and halfbreeds have joined together to keep Dolores consistently with one foot hanging over the abyss of a breakdown to the point where loud, unexpected noises and the like rattle her regularly.

Deceptive: Dolores’ current life is built on lies, from the pureblood parentage she began to profess, to her attempt to convince each side she harbors sympathy for their cause, and there will only be more lies as she now does something much similar with the visitors from different tiemlines. She lies near every time she breathes and with the same automatic response as well as frequency until even she believes what she says.  

Manipulative: This is where the weaknesses and strengths Dolly assesses in friend and enemy alike come into play. The point of knowledge for her is exploitation and exploit she does. She is not above blackmail in the slightest, but it’s such an ugly concept and she prefers to fill her life with beauty, so her preferences are to play on  sympathy, good will, charity, sense of duty-- the better natures of people--though she’s quick to move on when this tactic does not work, the person she is trying to move is much lower than her and  assumed to have no reliable better nature to appeal to, or her target’s sense of what’s right differs from hers and refuses to be altered.  Still before blackmail there is the harsher beauty of the very rewarding art of intimidation to get what you want.

Boggart: Used to be people milling around in clothes like they had just been to her funeral and talking about how she had never accomplished anything worthwhile in her life, but currently re-enacts her mother and brother leaving (albeit a version where they say things far more caustic than they did in real life about how she drove them away, how unloveable she is, and how glad they are to never have to see her again). She would muse that her boggart may have actually shifted again after witnessing that and fretting over how mortifying it would be for anyone to see that those dumb creatures the boggarts think she’s broken up over those stupid muggles she doesn’t miss at all.

Amortentia: Freshly bound books, sugar cookies, and cilantro

How she spent the summer: Interning at the Improper Use of Magic Office, a position her father got her by agreeing to do some private maintenance work for the department head who is hopeless at household spells, but Dolly thinks she got on her own merits. Since she still had the trace on her for much of the summer she was relegated to little more than fetching coffee and organizing files the muggle way,  but in her mind and even more prominently in how she would spin the story for others, she was an invaluable asset to the department and the workers there learned to trust her instincts and take her advice until she was practically running the place by time the summer came to an end and the unfortunate incident at the Department of Mysteries occured.

Her Name: She hates her name. Dolores sounds like a sixty-year-old spinster. She used to like Dolly but lately it has seemed infantilizing and it is too much of a reminder of her muggle bitch mother who started the nickname before Dolly could even choose for herself whether she wanted to be anyone’s “sweet faced little china doll.” She would go by her middle name, but she can’t seem to train herself to answer to it, and she wouldn’t want to be  mocked as “Plain Jane” either. She finally chose to transition from Dolly to Dolores over the summer, introducing herself as Dolores to her supervisors at the Ministry so they would take her seriously, though her stupid father ruined it the first day--ruined her day twice actually since she had forbade him from talking to her in front of other people. She planned to keep it going once she returned to school, though now everything is confused and it’s hard to know whether insisting on her full name marks her as belonging to this timeline, will make people think she’s from a different timeline, or whether they won’t care either way and it’s the perfect time to slip in one extra change

In Timeline One:  Dolores is very similar to timeline three’s, excepting her sorting into Ravenclaw, but has learned to be much more subdued about her anti-muggle opinions and has, in fact, truly become much more moderate while faking it because there are less people who reinforce the idea that muggles and squibs are inferior and undeserving or at least are thought so by all “proper wizards”

In Timeline Two: Timeline two’s Dolly would be horrified by timeline three’s as will “Our” Dolly once she learns about her counterpart, a hufflepuff who is vocal about muggleborn and squib rights to the point of foolishness no matter what hardship or treatment she has to endure. Dolly’s alternate does have the close friend group and significant other “Our” Dolly craves, but they are hardly what she would call suitable people. You see, In timeline two, the increased urgency of the losing war, far more violently anti-muggle public opinion of those in power in mainstream wizard society existing for years, and the recent blood status registration instead of hastening the decline of Dolly’s parents’ marriage or preventing it from happening in the first place, drew Orford and Ellen much closer together. Orford clung to and protected his muggle wife instead of blaming her for his shortcomings and Ellen saw Orford as a knight out of storybook instead of a struggling failure. Dolly was taught family over self, everyone as a part of a loving whole that banded together all the more in adversity. They tried to hide that Ulysses, Dolly’s little brother, could not perform magic as long as they could. Dolly even offered to follow him around, faking spells for him, but when his Hogwarts letter never came, they couldn’t anymore. Dolly’s mother and brother still left when she was fifteen but they were sent away to a secret keeper guarded safe house run by family friends for their own protection. The vastly different home life created a vastly different Dolly who diverged even more during her Hogwarts years in Hufflepuff.

History Facts

Dolores likes sweets to the degree she does because sometimes she experiences a bitter taste flooding her mouth and clinging to her tongue even after she scrapes it against the roof of her mouth and either extremely sweet or almost too spicy to tolerate foods can cover it up--and she’s always had a bit of a sweet tooth naturally. The bitter taste now comes any time she trying to maintain a calm facade while feeling emotional, one day she feels it will linger all the time, though originally it only came every time she felt the urge to use particularly vulgar language.  Her father used to wash out her mouth with soap when she was younger. Nobody ever knew when he was doing it either, not even her mother. Soap bubbles he could do wandlessly. A discreet wave of fingers inside his pocket and she would be struggling to not vomit frothy, bitter bubbles. She can never forget that taste. She’d swallow, her stomach would churn, and her father would ask her later if she’d learned her lesson. He didn’t like correcting her, he’d always make that clear, but naughty children must be punished. Naughty daddies who had other secrets too and were mean behind everyone’s back must be punished too—and one day he would be--but that was how the preference for  having everything sweet enough to mask the flavor of lye (or coppery blood in her mouth as she bit her tongue to keep from calling after mother when she walked out the door for the last time, not because she wanted to say she made a mistake and beg to be taken with her. Not the way she remembered it now. The stupid muggle bitch had made her so mad and insulted her so gravely by suggesting she may want to go with her in the divorce that Dolores had to bite her tongue to avoid cursing her into oblivion, since she was the more evolved creature and couldn’t strike a dumb animal that way) began.

Dolly loved to garden when she was younger despite the risk of dirtying her clothes, but it certainly isn’t an option anymore ever since her father moved them to a small flat in London. Her cat Vesuvia, before Dolly had to get rid of her, would knock about pots and track through window boxes and make a frightful mess. Plus something so small and limited as a window box makes a room dimmer not more lively for the disappointed heart of someone who grew up used to a full garden to tinker about in. The smell of freshly turned soil also reminds her of her mother who taught her both how to tend a garden and how to sing (and how the two were meant to be mixed), which is every reason to avoid it. She does still sing, however, though her songs of choice are not the upbeat, silly muggle songs her mother raised her on until she spurned them, but lofty opera selections as she imagines herself one day not awing a packed auditorium as a star but entertaining a small but appreciative crowd who didn’t know their Minister of Magic possessed hidden talents.  

Dolly never knew she was allergic to cats, through years with Vesuvia and adopting several strays that came and went, until her father revealed to her after she shouted in a moment of anger that he was so useless she might as well have left with her mother for all the good he ever was to her, that he had been charming away her cat allergies her whole life. It was one of the only times Dolly could remember ever hearing him say he loved her--that broken hearted, stunted man who had mistreated and lost everyone who he loved but her. She didn’t say it back. She got rid of Vesuvia the next day. She wouldn’t be beholden to anyone. Besides, cats are too messy and too fussy. She didn’t love them that much.

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At first, she didn’t believe the story of those that claimed to remember a different version of history other than the “proper” one. It was some sort of large scale trick or publicity stunt that she didn’t approve of one bit. She could only thank her lucky stars that her father, as much as he failed in other areas, was not part of this mass hysteria. He was still very much himself as was she. Then, once the Ministry statements supported these outlandish claims, and she saw the chaos it was devolving into when she next went into her internship after a few days off, she quickly got over her suspicions and disbelief...and started to think of how she could twist events to further herself.

Her first though was to parlay the amount of workers who didn’t remember who they were into stepping into one of their positions, but those that remained in power at the department just saw her as a girl only just barely over seventeen that  still had a year left of school and she saw quickly she would have to come up with an alternate plan. So she offered herself as a spy after convincing her department head one was needed. Who knew what really had happened in the Department of Mysteries or if these newcomers to the timeline had some nefarious purpose? There were official Ministry inquiries but who would share information willingly if they were actually on a sabotage mission to derail the natural world into one of their “dark timelines?” Veritaserum was known not to work on everyone and the Ministry couldn’t use torture so there was no way to trust even information given under interrogation--and they hadn’t even gotten that far, just trusting friendly interview and treating these timeline jumpers like victims. Honestly, Dolores wasn’t sure of she did think the timeline travelers did have ill will or that they had traveled willingly, but weaving a story of paranoia could only help her.  She claimed someone as quick thinking and skilled at reading people, gleaning information, and winning trust as she claimed to be could easily get in with those that had been displaced from their timelines, pretend to be one of them--take on whatever personality each person expected of her and stop those that knew conflicting versions from talking to each other about her or come up with some excuse of why she was lying to others but not them--and find out more about not just where they came from but what their true purpose was in crossing over, details that would not be shared with anyone they knew was trying to get information from them. She would only have access to students and school staff, but once should never underestimate what such people could know or accomplish, and think of what would happen if there was evil-doers infiltrating Hogwarts? She would see it didn’t happen. She could report all findings back to the Ministry, her own special position. No need for pay, just the promise of a job once she graduated. The department head agreed to her proposal. Dolores wasn’t sure if it was because she had won him over or if he was just trying to humor her and get her out of his office, but, either way, she was now working for the Ministry while at Hogwarts. The timeline confusion may just be the best thing that ever happened to her.

[xreaderbooks]

To Light: Chapter IV

(Sirius black x reader) series

Summary: Sirius takes you somewhere to distract you from what you had just found out and the time for the black ball finally arrived.

Warning: mentions of abuse and cursing

Masterlist

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I grabbed his hand as he took me to, the astronomy tower?

"What are we doing here Black?"

"Well you were just crying in the hallway, I just thought maybe you'd want to have some privacy I could leave if you want." He suggested,turning around about to go down the steps from the astronomy tower.

"How do you deal with it?" I asked, he turned around.

"Deal with what?"

"Oh c'mon Black you really think that I don't know about your stand in blood status making things difficult at home, you're in bloody Gryffindor surely your parents give you shit just for that and I do live in the same house as your brother" I stated, realizing that I shouldn't be prying into his life "It's none of my business really"

As I continued to babble on he tried to stop me from talking "you don't have to to tell me- I mean obviously you don't have to tell me that's your own personal information...which I wasn't trying to get into."

"(Y/n)!" I looked up at him, catching my breath. "It's alright I don't mind, you've probably heard enough anyways." He sat down in front of me, we looked like children who were telling each other stories. He told me All the gory details of his mother treating him in ways a child shouldn't be treated and the rest of his home life. I could relate, my mother being the not so forgiving person, could be the most kindest person you would ever meet. For a high society pure blood, of course it was for appearance most of the nicest things she's ever done was to gain more attention and to keep the family name from being tarnished. In my family doing anything, even the smallest little thing wrong, she'll throw a full on fit, casting spells and curses making sure I'd never dare do it again.

It hurt how confusing she could be, but she was my mother and in the end all I can do is try to please her until I'm old enough to move the hell away from the prison that is the (l/n) manor. You even entrusted him with the newfound news on which you were crying about.

"Looks like we have more in common than we thought except for that last bit." Sirius responded to your confession.

"I guess we do, but don't go spreading all my secrets around now"

"As long as you don't go shouting out mine, Godric knows you yell a lot" he replies cheekily, jokingly pushing you.

"I do not!" You shouted making your voice echo around the tower, he raised an eyebrow smirking at you. "Whatever, how would you know anyways we never even had a proper conversation til today?"

"I happen to be very observant" he said proudly

"You happen to be very annoying" you replied

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That day was the start of a new routine; one that was similar to what you and Flora would always do. You and Sirius would sometimes meet up at the astronomy tower at late hours in the night to talk. Most of the time you would go at random times whenever you wanted to just catch a breath, at times he would be there, and others he wouldn't be making you slightly miss him for the company. You had become good friends, which made you friends with the marauders (this made your 1-3rd year self very excited since back then, even sometimes now you thought that nobody you thought was cool to hang out with would ever be friends with you; at this point you really couldn't give a shit about anybody.)

Throughout the next few days though, all you and Flora were thinking about was the dresses you both were gonna wear to the black ball, that was in a few hours.

"What are we going to do?" Flora groaned dramatically, both you and Flora plus a bunch of other slytherin pure bloods had gotten permission from your head of house to go to diagon alley and hogsmeade to buy dresses and such for the ball in the time period of those days. You and Flora as the procrastinators you are found nothing there this morning which had led you both in distress.

"I have no idea flor" right as you spoke an owl landed on Flora's window with two packages, it was obvious that they were two dresses, Flora immediately starts unboxing them.

"Godric (y/n) you know I hate dresses but these are beautiful" you glanced her way rolling your eyes after you saw what she was gushing at. "I would honestly love your mom if it wasn't for all the things she's done!" Picking up the note that was attached to the boxes it had your mothers signature.

She grabbed the royal blue dress that was clearly meant for her pressing the dress against herself, looking in the mirror, the loose yet skin fitting dress made her look elegantly wonderful.

you grabbed your green dress and did the same, throwing the dress on the bed after. You sat on her bed running your hands down your face.

"This is stupid" you groaned, you looked down to the green dress your mother had sent in disgust.

"You just have to get through the night it can't be that bad." she responded starting on her makeup.

After her 'reassuring' words you got ready for the nightmare to come.

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Getting into the carriage the parents of all the pure-blood students have sent to pick us up, you couldn't help but feel nervous. Someway, somehow your mother was going to find a way to make you feel unhappy, ugly and overall just inferior no matter how hard you try to ignore her.

Several hours have gone by in the carriage when you finally arrived to the location where the black ball will be held. Everyone but you felt excited to see their parents and have fun at the party all the while you felt as though you were going to throw up your lunch from earlier.

When the carriage door opened Evan was there, with one hand opening the door and the other holding his hand out to help you out of it. 'Like the gentleman he's pretending to be' you thought grabbing his hand getting down from your ride. He put his arm through yours leaning down to whisper in your ear.

"Our parents are expecting progress in our relationship"

"We have no relationship" you glare, reaching the door you prepared your best smile to greet your mother.

Walking in it was breathtaking, everything was golden; literally the chandeliers, the lights, the curtains. Of course it was to show their wealth, as if they even needed to everyone knowing their practically royalty. All of us pure-bloods were but that obviously didn't stop them.

Your mother was the first to greet at the door, hugging Evan with a bright, wide smile. She hugged you next smiling just the same but while she hugged you tight she whispered secretly.

"We'll talk about your mistakes later, behave and we'll see about your punishment" gritting her teeth together as she spoke.

She told you and Evan to join the party and have fun before leaving, staring up a conversation with Mrs.Goyle.

"At least look like you're having fun" Evan said next to you "How are we supposed to sell it to the people if my fiancée looks like she's about to kill herself hm?"

In your defense you actually might but you just responded saying "well I'm pretty sure other people in my position of engagement have thought about it"

He gave you a look "It could be worse"

"What could be worse than having to marry a future psychotic follower of an also psychotic murderer" you spat, he grabbed your arm roughly dragging you to a corner looking around while talking lowly.

"I'd watch your mouth if I were you, you're lucky nobody heard you or they'd all be on your ass"

"I'd like to see them try"

"If you can't protect yourself from your mother what makes you think you can defend yourself against people who didn't give birth or care for you" you winced

"You have no right"

"I hope she succeeds you know" you look up at him near tears but you refused to let him see you hurt. You knew what he meant. He knew, no doubt he knew about your mother trying to torture you into changing your point of view of blood status, and he hoped your mother succeeds. The prick.

"I hope you know I will never love you or marry you this whole arrangement will never happen and your kind, you sociopaths are all going to hell!"

"Soon enough you'll see the way things are supposed to be and your two little friends will be dead like the rest of the filthy mudbloods"

"Don't you dare call them that" Seeing red you slapped him, picking up your dress and running far into the castle like place coming across a balcony falling on the concrete bench near the side. You took off your heels glad for the night breeze, the heat from being inside and what just happened brushing off your shoulders you took a deep breath.

You enjoyed the little bit of fresh air for 5 minutes before fixing yourself up to look presentable again, joining the party again.

Coming out the outside (*facepalm*) you heard the voice of Orion Black make announcement.

"I hope you all enjoying yourselves, I need to make an announcement: will all children retreat to the next room your parents need to talk about business. Thank you."

You entered the room where the adults were talking, the "children" were all shuffling into said room mumbling about what they thought their parents were going to speak about.

You felt uncomfortable walking in with all the people your age and slightly older, you tried looking for Flora but couldn't find her. She most likely left with her parents, they weren't like the others they didn't mind muggle borns and only came to these type of events to see what was going on. You saw Evan with his friends Avery and Mulciber talking. You found a seat at a far corner and starting to walk over there pushing past people, when a person grabbed your arm in the crowd.

The person spun you around to face them. It was Sirius Black, 'of course' you thought, not that you minded at least it was a person you were acquainted with but you were really looking forward to sitting in that corner for the rest of this cursed night.

"We meet again!" He said smiling

"We didn't exactly meet per say you saw me and grabbed me" you stated in an annoyed tone, he not noticing or rather not caring about you comment continued the talking.

"How are you enjoying the night?" He asked

"It's...been interesting"

"Oh?"

"I don't have time to talk right now I have a chair that's-" you glanced at the seat you were planning on sitting on and noticed somebody now had it occupied.

"You weren't actually planning on ditching me for chair were you"

"As a matter of fact I was until you ruined that for me" You huffed

"Dance with me"

"What?"

"Dance with me" he repeated extending his hand.

"I couldn't"

"And why not"

"My fiancee is right over there, he could see us and think somethings going on"

"It's an innocent dance what could possibly go on?, unless its a different type of dance" he raised his eyebrows.

"Oh get off it Black" you pushed him, laughing "alright one dance and then after I'll go to my lovely seat in the back"

Placing your hand on his, the other on his shoulder you danced to the song you recognized as muggle song 'my girl' covered by the weird sisters. You and Sirius swayed to the song peacefully.

"You look beautiful tonight (y/n)" Sirius admired looking deep into your eyes. It was intimidating having his piercing grey eyes look into your soft (e/c) eyes.

"Are you implying that I don't look beautiful everyday?" You responded with a smirk.

"No I just meant that today especially you look even more beautiful"

"Oh so now you're hitting on me" you joked

"Now you're just being difficult" he threw his head back groaning, the song had just ended and you decided you still wanted to sit down.

"Be that as it may" you bowed dramatically "I did say that after this one dance I'd go to sit-"

"Wait!" He grabbed your arm. People seemed to be doing a lot of that lately, yet you didn't seem to mind when Sirius did. He spun you around like he did the first time but this time held both of your hands to prevent you from leaving. "Please don't go, we could have fun dancing like we did or even just talking like usual" He pleaded.

Someone came up behind you putting an arm around your waist pulling you back "Is there a problem, sweetheart?" Evan asked his sly undertone being seemingly obvious.

"Not at all we were just talking" you replied as he pulled you away, you sent an apologetic look at Sirius.

“Great, we'll just be heading back to our parents now then."

"That was rude" you told Evan, you pulled back from him.

"Listen closely, you can be slut whenever you want at hogwarts in secret but when we're in a public area where our parents are around you stay close and be a good wife, yeah?" He forcefully grabbed your face making you look at him, you nodded.

You shuddered, while walking to your parents when the 'children' were allowed to go back with the adults. You couldn't shake off the bad feeling you felt about this arrangement It got worse with every little thing he did,him calling you a slut couldn't be any more untrue, grabbing you the way he did. If he treated you like this when you weren't married, you could only imagine how he would treat you when you were.

Both Evans and your parents find you both, hugging you and him asking you how everything is going between you both.

"Good" you said internally scoffing 'this was a nightmare'

"We thought we should discuss when you would be getting married" Evans mother said to you and Evan.

"Should we discuss this another time mother, (y/n) is quite tired and we really should be heading back to hogwarts"

"Yes, yes but this will only take a second... now we don't have an exact date but we've decided during Christmas break in your seventh year you will be married.

And this was the part where you threw up.

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Word count: 2,483

[mai-the-crow]

I wrote this and then Tumblr ate it so. Lazy rewrite time

@sallysuesworld

Snape already hated Petunia just for being a Muggle. He said, "not spying on you, anyway. You're a Muggle", suggesting that Petunia is inferior to Snape. Snape didn't care that Lily was crying about Petunia hating her, and said, "she's only a--", again implying that Snape sees her as inferior. Petunia made fun of Snape's poverty, while Snape snubbed Petunia for her race. BOTH were at fault.

1. Yes, both were at fault, but I'd like to mention that Petunia started it with classist comments about where he lived, and Snape was retaliating.

Snape didn't care about Lily's happiness. When they were arguing, Snape didn't listen when Lily voiced her concerns about Snape hanging around with evil people like Avery and Mulciber. Mulciber "tried to do something" to Mary Macdonald, and from Lily's reaction, it was definitely something to do with Dark Magic. Snape thought people getting hurt by dark magic was "just a laugh" and steered the topic to James and his friends instead, to try to make Lily hate them instead

2. I mean, we don't know many specific details about Severus and Lily's relationship, but he tries and succeeds at cheering her up on their first train to Hogwarts, so he definitely cares then. However, I understand that it's been a few years since then in this situation so that may not be valid proof. A lot can change in five years, a bit like how Severus went from a happy and excited boy to looking like a plant that had been kept in the dark. I wonder what happened. 2a. Sounds like Severus was trying to point out double standards between Avery and Mulciber and the Marauders. Both do ugly things "for a laugh," but Lily only finds fault in one of them. Snape was voicing his concerns about the Marauders. Also, remind me why Lily decides who he's friends with now? 2b. Besides, Severus quite literally lives, eats, sleeps, and learns with people like Avery and Mulciber. Unless he wants to get ambushed in his sleep, it may not be a good idea for him to disagree with their superior pureblood ideals. Harry, a famous and well-liked kid, went from hero to villain in one night, after losing too many points. What about a disliked and unknown halfblood that dares to stand up to everyone else?

Snape also said "I won't let you--", implying he's trying to control Lily's interactions with others

3. He is sixteen; he isn't very good at phrasing things. With context (Lily telling him to be grateful to his known abuser), it's more like "I won't let you believe that about Potter/this half-truth."

Snape also only begged for Lily's life to be saved, but didn't care about her family. Dumbledore was disgusted by this.

4. I mean... James did sexually assault him, among other things, so I think that him not caring about James is a bit reasonable. About Baby Harry on the other hand: Bad Sneep!

Snape already knew Dark Magic in his first year, which may suggest that his mum taught him some Dark Magic, or Snape may have looked through his mum's books. Snape joined the prejudiced Slytherins in school for power, not for protection. Snape never lost an opportunity to curse James, so you wouldn't expect James to take that lying down, would you?

5. That quote comes from James' heavily biased best mates. Do you really think that Sirius knows Snape that well, and can be trusted not to warp or exaggerate facts? Severus has probably had a wand for about a month by the time he gets on his first train to Hogwarts. 5a. How would you know Severus' motivations for joining the other prejudiced Slytherins? Again, he lives with them. It's a bit like join or be exiled, with so many powerful families--the Blacks, the Malfoys, etc.--running the ship. If he chose not to join them, he certainly can't ask anyone else to help him at this point. 5b. Another wonderfully idiotic quote from James' heavily biased best mates. With context, in that conversation they were both desperately trying to preserve theirs' and James' reputation and excuse their actions. And from the two incidents we've seen, the Marauders have started both. Anything Snape did was in self-defense, and is legal according to today's laws as far as I'm aware.

Snape also said, "I thought we were supposed to be friends". If one really cared about their friend, they wouldn't make the other person guilty about the friendship. Toxic people are known to say stuff like, "I thought we were supposed to..."

6. There's no context, so we can't judge this properly. However, as @severusevans-snape has said: "This is an out of context snippet that shouldn't be thrown out as being guilt tripping automatically. ESPECIALLY since statements like that are usually expressions of hurt directly following a hurtful statement. Like. Someone says something mean/dismissive to their friend to the point of calling said friendship into question, and that friend replying, 'But i thought we were supposed to be friends? Best friends?' Is just as likely to be them telling the other person that their friendship feels invalidated/threatened/insecure due to said hurtful statement. To me, especially given how desperate and lost for words and frustrated Severus becomes as this conversation devolves, its very unlikely he was manipulating her callously and calculatedly like that. And the other way to read the statement is as a desperate plea...which tracks with the desperate notes of the conversation. Its displaying how rocky their friendship had become."

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@mrsfrecklesmarauders

Poor Snape... Everything is justified because he had a hard life, right?

1. I don't believe that I've ever said anything like that. Quite the contrary, actually. I've stated that he is an asshole, or something of the like, multiple times. We all know it, and I'm not trying to excuse it.

There's also no proof that The Marauders tormented Snape like you say. Just for one fucking scene taken out of context

2. There were two scenes, actually, and both were started by the Marauders. And given everyone's body language during the sexual assault scene, and what James' friends said later on, there's no doubt that this happened fairly regularly.

And even if Harry looks like James or acts like James. Harry is NOT James. And he didn't even know his parents. So it is not acceptable. Harry is his own person not a trigger. Snape wasn't a victim because he very much defended himself and did even worse.

3. Okay, please please please hear me out. TW for mentions of trauma, abuse, and brief mentions of sexual assault and self harm. I have ridiculous triggers. The name Benny sends waves of anxiety through me. I know that this perfectly friendly Benny in front of me won't be like the Benny I knew, but I still get nervous. I get chills and shake and cry when people older than me start yelling at me. Do you think I want to look weak, or like I can't stand my ground? My ex-friends--or anyone that looks like them--that bullied me are a trigger for me. Yes, they are their own people. But they are also a trigger. Even soda can tabs trigger me, because I used to self harm using them. I cannot choose my triggers. If I could, I would shut them all off. But I can't. Neither can anyone else that went through trauma. Neither can Snape. 3a. So me yelling at my mother after she slapped me when I was going through a panic attack that she caused means I'm not a victim of child abuse according to your logic, right? So that teenager that managed to blind someone that was trying to rape them isn't a victim of sexual assault because they defended themself, right? They did even worse than that person did or would've, didn't they? That child who fights off bullies looking for their lunch money isn't a victim of bullying, right? Because they fought back, right? I'm sorry, but that's a despicable way of thinking. In your quest to hurt a fictional character, you're invalidating and hurting real people, as well. Fighting back doesn't mean that you're not a victim, it simply means that you defended yourself. And it's okay. (Also, when did sexual assault become worse than a cut on the cheek?) END TW

The Marauders did not "torment" Snape because they could. But because Snape was also horrible to them.

4. Yeah, because Snape was defending himself. They started it for no reason, because they could. Any injuries from Snape defending himself is their fault.

"The love that Snape felt for Lily was the purest and most beautiful thing that someone would feel"

Purest love? You've got to be kidding.

1. Snape hated who Lily was. A muggleborn. He saw muggles and muggleborns as inferior. He openly hated Petunia (Lily's sister) for this reason. He told Lily that she was better than her just for being able to do magic.

2. Snape used the "mudblood" slur not only with her but with other muggleborns. He used to jinx and hex these people with Avery and Mulciber. They played a horrible "joke" on Mary MacDonald. Lily described it as "sadistic".

3. Snape tried to keep Lily to himself. He was constantly trying to give a bad image of the Marauders to Lily. He hoped that she hated them as much as he did. Remus, for his lycanthropy. And the rest for being popular.

4. Snape even after calling Lily that slur and "apologizing" because of that, he still joined the Death Eaters willingly. He loved the Dark Arts and hated muggles like Voldermort. So of course he wanted to join. This group's main purpose was to have a pureblood world by deleting the "mudbloods". They killed muggleborns, muggles and even "bloodtraitors". Lily was a muggleborn. Her parents and sister were muggles. Snape still joined that group.

5. After Snape heard the Prophecy (or part of it), he immediately ran to tell Voldermort. Because he wanted for Voldermort to win. But only when he found out that the Prophecy was about Lily's son, that he chickened out and ran to Dumbledore. At first he wanted to save her, only Lily. And when Dumbledore said "you disgust me", is when Snape said "hide them all". What did you expect Snape? That after James and Harry die because of you, she was going to run to your arms?? James and Harry were important to Lily, therefore, Snape would've tried to hide them as well.

6. Even if Snape knew Lily had sacrificed herself for her son, Snape still treats Harry like a piece of shit. Even if he knows Harry is an orphan, never knew his parents. It's not Harry's fault whatever James or even Lily did to him. Harry only exists. Snape could've told him a bunch of stories about Lily, to make Harry feel closer to her. Instead Snape does to Harry what James had done to him or even worse. Harry is still a child. He is still Lily's son. Not only James' son.

7. Yes, Snape joined the Order and Dumbledore's side for Lily. And sacrificed many things for her, even his life. But don't you think, if he really loved her, he would've done that since the start? Since the First War? Before Lily and all of her friends died? Snape felt guilty for giving the Prophecy to his master and causing Lily's death. He confused it with love.

8. Snape's patronus being the same as Lily's is obsessive. They don't match. They are not meant for each other. Snape is obsessed with her. It's like changing your essence or soul for someone. It is not healthy. Not for Snape. Not for Tonks. Not for anyone.

9. Snape never cared about her, who she was, or her well being. My theory is that Snape didn't love Lily, he loved what she made him feel. Let's remember that Lily was the first one that admired Snape. When they were kids, Snape told her everything about the Wizarding World. He was the wise and the clever in Lily's eyes. Snape felt powerful around her. Because Lily was the first one that genuinely liked his ass. What Snape loved was the way he felt about her, not what she was.

[oyevans]

Another Snape Debate

I just saw a post that said Snape wouldn’t have become a death eater if James and the Marauders hadn’t bullied him.

Like no. Snape canonically already hated, found Muggles inferior to magical people prior to meeting James. When he meets Petunia and says he wouldn’t spy on her, ‘wouldn’t spy on you, anyway, you’re a Muggle’ and when Lily is crying on the Hogwarts Express about Petunia hating her, and Snape says 'so what?’ and Lily replies that she’s her sister. Snape is about to likely say 'She’s only a Muggle’ but cuts himself off. And considering he’s said it before it’s probable.

He thought using Dark Magic (as Lily refers to it) on someone who is likely Muggleborn (Mary Macdonald) is ’…nothing…a laugh’ yet acts victimized when it comes to the Marauders—who don’t use Dark Magic. Also, considering Snape wanted to out his friend weeks/months prior to SWM, I get why James would have said 'it’s more of the fact that he exists.’ Snape was stalking them and went to the Whomping Willow on the night of a full moon when he already thought Remus to be a werewolf.

He came into Hogwarts knowing more hexes and curses than most people in seventh year did. Because that’s so innocent, right?

And it was a rivalry from day one. James wasn’t talking to Snape on the Hogwarts Express, he was talking to Sirius (he heard Snape tell Lily she better be in Slytherin, but that’s it). James likely grew up hearing how bad Slytherins were and says he’d leave. Snape makes a disparaging noise at James for saying he wants to be in Gryffindor, and when James asks him if he has a problem he sneers and insults Gryffindor house.

Snape cared more about power and not being inferior to anyone—be it James or his Muggle father—than he did about Lily. He could have given it up prior to actually becoming one, but he didn’t even think about doing it, did he?

I can write an essay on why James isn’t the cause for Snape being a prejudice person who joined a fascist group but that’s for another day.

Yes, bullying sucks. As someone who has experienced years of bullying, I know this. But while we can’t control how we feel when it comes to bullying, we can control what we do. Not being malicious people, not continuing the cycle. Not joining malicious groups. Snape’s decision was his own, no one forced him to join. He didn’t have family pressures like Draco or Regulus, he wanted to join.

[nabateann]

my ideas on bleo/thlaise, badly formatted and horrible i’m so sorry

from what we know about pureblood society, it’s very exclusive, right? even among itself

there’s the “sacred 28” or whatever bs

anyways, so like, once you get to the sacred 28, you can’t get better than that

that’s like the cream of the crop, who’s “in” with the wizarding world

because, you guessed it, pseudo-racism

and the Zabinis are from Italy so like, they’re not on it, but u bet ur ass they can pseudo-racism along with the best of them

by best i mean worst

i get the feeling it was the “congrats! of all the racists, we are the worst! nicely done, guys”

so obviously there are some falling outs from the 1920’s to the 80’s - the Longbottoms, for one, notorious blood traitors that they were

the Weasleys weren’t great, and that takes care of the Prewetts too

Gaunts died out, the Carrows are too old, the only Black child is a Malfoy, the Lestranges are all in azkaban

so the only families of the sacred 28 that had school-aged children were Abbott, Bulstrode, Flint, Greengrass, Macmillan, Malfoy, Nott, Parkinson

although there’s the possibility of others, a lot of them had strong strong ties to Voldemort and also just plain old weren’t likely (Crouch, Yaxley, etc)

there are a few we don’t know enough about to discount, but since they aren’t mentioned, and with their family history i assume that they’d be huge racists and mentioned at least once in canon, then i doubt they were at Hogwarts when Harry was

leaves the social circle for young, growing pureblood elite quite small, doesn’t it

Hannah Abbott, Millicent Bulstrode, Marcus Flint, Daphne Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass, Ernie Macmillan, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson

Hannah’s a half-blood, so… no

Ernie’s Hannah/Harry’s friend, and everything, so….. def no

Shacklebolt: Kingsley’s the only known member alive in canon : /

and Shafiq, there’s nothing on, so you could make the argument

anyways the Notts, Malfoys, Bulstrodes, Greengrasses, and Parkinsons are the “big ones”

ofc they socialize outside of that but like

they’re a tight circle, and the Zabinis are in it, shown by Blaise’s interactions w Draco–they’re equals, not lackeys like Crabbe/Goyle

and Theo’s dad is a reclusive drunk, but he obviously keeps up with stuff, because Malfoy and Nott are on “equals” terms and shit

so Theo spends his childhood with those children mentioned above

Draco, who’s loud and annoying and doesn’t he know better than to talk to his parents like that? theo really hates it when they come over because draco makes him nervous he doesn’t want his father to get mad (his father always does)

Pansy is spoilt, but always polite to his father, so he’s ok with her because his dad isn’t mad when she leaves. but she tries to order him around, then huffs when he doesn’t let her, then complains that he’s ignoring her, so…. not his favorite

Daphne and Astoria are pleasant, and they entertain each other, so he doesn’t have to talk to them. it’s nice

but still, they’re so vapid and he hates that they talk about stupid stuff like it’s life and death, because they’re soft and don’t know what it’s like to be hurt and god he hates them why do they get to be soft

Millicent’s dull, but not grating. she’s probably his favorite of them all, just before Pansy

they sit there and look into the garden. Millicent talks a lot, but doesn’t need a response. she’s a simple creature, and Theo thinks that he’d rather she come over more often

he knows better than to tell his dad this

the Zabinis move to Britain, because, as Mrs. Zabini sniffs, the men in italy do not know a good woman when they see one, and ugh! muggle culture is so pervasive

Blaise is annoying, but not like the others. Blaise is annoying because he smirks and sits back and laughs like a knife

Blaise has everything but he is not soft, does not take it for granted. he knows he has everything and uses it as a sword and, oddly, Theo doesn’t care

but Theo can’t use his solitude as his weapon anymore because there is someone who knows the rules of the game they’re playing

and so they grow up together, they start writing, and by the time they get to Hogwarts, Blaise is the only person that Theo’s held a conversation with in two years, albeit over the post

his father’s drinking got worse when he was 8 or so, and society forgot them. Theo didn’t care, frankly

Theo’s aware that Blaise is much more… social than he, and that this competition/correspondence/whatever means less to him than it does to Theo, but that makes him go harder, because he will win and laugh about it

the hat looks at Theo’s head and considers Ravenclaw for all of 5 seconds before an adamant Slytherin

Blaise grew up with the knowledge of superiority in his head, but he reveled in that–the more he felt, the more he wanted, and Theo was his equal, which frustrated blaise

they’re put into Slytherin together, along with Malfoy and Crabbe/Goyle

for one, Malfoy’s always talking about Potter, which is annoying and exhausting, and Crabbe and Goyle are idiots

but also, Malfoy’s overemotional and loud

Theo hates loud people, and so he escapes

but that’s neither here nor there i can expand on that at another time

the important part is that Theo and Blaise grow up heckling and pushing and comparing each other

they each fixate on the other boy

Blaise becomes a ~ladies man~ and thinks, ha! another thing I can lord over Nott

but Theo gives no shits??? so Blaise starts sleeping with boys. Theo still gives no shits, and that’s so frustrating, because wasn’t Blaise the most important person in Theo’s life

this should lead to some self-evaluation, but lmao my children are emotionally constipated asf

anyways by now (fourth?? year?) their competitions have chilled and they have conversations about shit

they rationalize it to themselves like they’re “playing the long game” but it’s honestly become prime intellectual discussion

and they’re Slytherins, so no one likes them, so when they sit anywhere to study, unless Malfoy is around, then no one comes to bother them, and so they end up spending a disproportionate amount of time together

anyways as they get closer they accept each other into their “protect” circle without even realizing it

Draco bodily shoves Theo out of the way to reach for something and Theo visibly flinches, and Blaise just,, nopes

he slips a nasty charm onto Draco’s school robes, maybe itching powder or something? whatever it is, it’s long lasting and horrible but not obvious and vaguely mundane-seeming

no one notices, but Draco doesn’t do it again. Blaise assumes Draco thought it was Theo

someone insults Blaise’s mother, and their ink burst in their bag. happy accident

they get closer, and Theo runs away from home the summer after their…. fourth year, i want to say?

he’s 15 and his dad doesn’t care enough to chase him, and he’s got enough money in his trust fund to last him until he comes of age

and there’s no threat of disownment, because even if he was disowned, when his dad died the money would go to him anyways

he runs away and hops houses all summer

anyways he comes back after that and Blaise is upset because Theo hadn’t responded to any of those owls, and he was worried (don’t tell anyone)

they accidentally become closer and closer and eventually they start banging because Theo wants to know what it’s like but doesn’t want to waste time on finding someone willing and then the memory spells, and Blaise has already seen his scars, anyway

but that’s not what i love because there’s so many ways for them to get together

the cool part is the dynamic because

Blaise is an arrogant asshole, loves making people feel inferior

but he’s charming and suave

Theo? Theo’s an asshole, too, but in a totally different way. he’s cold, analytical, detached, until he talks, and then it’s cutting like

turn down for what plays in the background, people start dancing, the meme happens

Blaise is lazy, plays on emotions, Theo’s more obsessed with intelligence, they both have emotionally distant parents but in completely opposite ways, Blaise is a social butterfly and Theo doesn’t talk

anyways they’re gay and in love and complete assholes

thx this has been a psa