#I'm also a gryffindor don't get offended

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

There is love in me, I swear (tell me there's something in you, too)

let me wrap my teeth around the world - series masterlist here

pairing: poly marauders x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.3k

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: slytherin reader, they're all big partiers, reader has a bad attitude but in a nice lovable way

a/n: I warned everyone that I would be posting for someone new and now you all must suffer the consequences xoxo but also do please be nice abt it I beg

There's always an air of confidence amongst the three of them, the way they lounge on one of the larger couches in the Gryffindor common room, legs overlapping and shoulders pushed up against one another. They're completely at ease, your brain supplies as you step up to them, and you remember vaguely that people have said the same about you more times than you can count.

There's none of that from you now, though, as you perch on the armrest and look down at James's beaming smile.

"Hey lovely, what brings you here?" The way he lets an arm grip your waist is natural, pulling you closer so that your hip is against his shoulder.

"Finally needed to come up for air? Snake pit getting to be a bit much, hm?" Sirius's tone holds no real malice and neither does the glare you shoot him or Remus's chiding look. 

"Came up here for some peace and quiet. Guess I'm not getting that, though," you shoot back good-naturedly, a hand running through James's hair as he begins to let his thumb rub circles on your hip where his arm is anchored around you.

"You, uh, came up to the Gryffindor common room for peace and quiet, love?" says Remus, amusement tinting his voice. You let your bottom lip jut out slightly in response.

"Desperate times. They're getting ready to throw another rager tonight and I'm just too tired for that," you say, a long sigh leaving your lips as you speak. James pauses his soothing hands to pull away from you enough to look up at your face, his brows furrowed and eyes big in that worried way of his. Remus and Sirius have perked up as well, and you find yourself sitting straighter at the attention.

"...You feeling alright, sweet thing?" Sirius asks. Your mouth falls open in shock.

"I'm not - I'm not that much of an alcoholic. I don't need to go to every party - you three aren't there, either." You look back and forth between the three focused gazes.

"Yea, but… what's a Slytherin party without you there? That's like - there wouldn't be a Gryffindor party without us." James points out. You arch a brow at him.

"Maybe you three just think too highly of yourselves," you respond dryly. Sirius barks out a laugh from where he's lying across Remus' lap and James makes a big show of pretending to be offended.

"Wasn't it you who called us Gryffindor's golden boys last week, dove?" Remus points out, a smile stretching across his face. You glare back.

"Alright, you can all shut up now. I didn't come up here to be accosted." You say haughtily, but Remus's smile doesn't falter and Sirius coos at you the way you assume he'd coo at something rather small and fluffy. You sniff indignantly and plant yourself more firmly on the armrest while James makes some gentle attempts to pull you down onto the couch next to him.

"Come on, lovely," James tries to coax you. You look down at him indignantly. "You can relax. It's just us," he prompts, smoothing a hand over your back. You shoot him another withering glare and, when met by nothing but his beaming smile, let your stubbornness slacken just enough that he can haul you up off the armrest, manhandling him so that you're suddenly squished on the couch between him and Remus, Sirius still lounging on his lap.

Remus puts an arm around you, the weight familiar as it falls over your shoulders and you begin to slump into it despite your stubbornness. 

"Aw, your ice melts so fast for us, baby," Sirius teases, leaning to poke your cheek gently with his forefinger. 

"I'll break that finger, Black," you shoot back, but there's no fight left in your voice. Sirius just laughs, leaning even more to press a kiss to your cheek, instead. You deflate a bit more, relaxing into the cushions and the heat of James pressed against you. He visibly sweetens at that, leaning towards you to press his own kisses up and down the side of your neck as Remus's fingers tangle with the hair at the nape of your neck, massaging slightly. 

"Alright, alright," you murmur, voice breathy as you squirm under the attention. Remus eases up, his arm wrapping around your shoulders once more to let you relax against him, James pulling back to look at you fondly. 

"Sorry, lovely," he flashes another smile. "Don't mean to overwhelm you."

"I'm fine," you say stubbornly. Sirius giggles in a way that you're sure means he doesn't believe you, and the faces of the other two reflect that sentiment. They let the silence hang, though, letting you gather your bearings.

"It's not fair," is all you finally say, in a voice too small to be your own. "I always know exactly what I'm doing and what I'm saying and what I'm feeling - until you three show up. Then I don't - I don't know." No one responds immediately and you wince internally, as you're sure it's so that they can all choose their words carefully. Like you're some kind of timebomb, your mind prompts you. Like they're waiting for you to just explode.

"I do," Sirius supplies, his voice carrying a sombre air that it doesn't typically. "I know what you mean, love."

"No you don't," you murmur petulantly, but he takes it good-naturedly, his face softening with nothing but love. The other two stay quiet - it's like they've suddenly stepped into a private conversation, even though they've been there the whole time.

"Sometimes," Sirius begins carefully. Tick, tick, tick, your mind reminds you. You bite your lip at your own perceived volatility. "When we're not loved the way we should be, it just takes a while to get used to suddenly having it. I… I do know how that feels, love." Your shoulders tighten at his words, something that feels almost like guilt burning in the back of your throat.

"I'm sorry, Sirius - I didn't mean -"

"Don't apologize. There's nothing to forgive. You haven't done anything wrong here. You aren't doing anything wrong with us." You bite your lips harder at Siriuis' words, his gentleness, tasting a hint of copper in your mouth when you bite too hard. Remus steps in at this, clicking his tongue in that gentle, reprimanding way that you recognize as he uses his thumb to smooth over your lip.

"We love you," James reminds softly, his hand finding a home on your thigh, fingers pressing into your skin ever so slightly as he holds onto you firmly. "Never-ending bad mood and all." You open your mouth to snipe back but close it again quickly when you see the humour in James' eyes. "Sirius is the biggest drama queen alive and we still love him," James continues. Sirius makes an indignant, wounded sort of noise that goes ignored. 

"Well… that's alright, I suppose," you huff, your arms crossed as you sit sullenly. James coos at you in a way that you should hate as Remus slides one hand against your cheek, guiding you to look at him so that he can pass a long kiss to your lips. You make an embarrassingly needy sound somewhere in the back of your throat and grip onto the front of his shirt, but the only evidence that Remus has noticed is the way he smiles against you. That and Sirius's jealous huff as he watches, unsure of which place he'd rather be in.

The three of you settle in as you and Remus part, him smiling lazily and thumbing over your lips. You press a quick, delicate kiss to the pad of his thumb before letting yourself relax fully into the couch, the silence that blankets the three of you forming a soft, comforting sort of thing.

"So…" Sirius begins. "You're really not going to go down to the party? At all?" You sigh and tilt your head back to stare at the ceiling.

"Yea, alright, we should go. Come on."

"Knew you couldn't stay away."

[serverusslaype]

Shameless, pt. 10

Severus Snape x professor!reader fic

Shameless Masterpost

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You trailed behind McGonagall and Snape, keeping your eyes glued to the floor in front of you as your body was still on fire from your encounter with Severus.

"How on Earth did Black manage to slip into the castle?" Snape hissed, briefly looking at McGonagall who was striding beside him, her brows laced together with worry. A shiver slid down your spine as Snape's stern voice bounced off of the stone corridor, creating a rather dramatic echo. Only moments ago were you about to kiss the man, totally disregarding the fact that you were seeing Ben. What a fucking mess.

Then again, you thought, how could anyone not get lost in his eyes? Gods, you were such a pathetic excuse for a woman as of right now.

Severus's eyes were distracting, almost magnetic-like, as they beckoned you to look further within them, silently persuading you to forget about anything and everything that mattered to you. You were sure he didn't intend to do such a thing, or maybe that's what you were telling yourself, but in that intimate moment with him, you couldn't help but feel inclined to kiss him. Whether it was the heat of the moment or not, you were sure he wanted to kiss you too.

"We're not sure," McGonagall replied, sighing in a distressed manner as she ripped you from your self-destructive thoughts. "Even Albus is baffled as to how he eluded our defences." You flicked your eyes up to glance at Minerva. You sort of felt like you shouldn't be here, it's not like you'd be much help if Black appeared in front of you right this second - your knowledge and skill in combat was nowhere near the level of McGonagall and Snape, you were certain that you'd probably be a burden. The thought of slipping away down a corridor poked at your brain, taunting you.

"Y/N?" Minerva's worrisome voice once again pulled you from your thoughts. You looked up, face flushing as you met Severus's curious eyes. Quickly glancing away, you focused your attention on the Gryffindor Head of House, afraid of the outcome if you stared any longer at him.

"Yes?" You cleared your throat, ignoring the way Severus was side-eyeing you from behind Minerva.

"Would you mind going to check the greenhouses?" She asked. Severus snapped his head at Minerva, clearly in disagreement with her proposal. You frowned slightly at his quick reaction, a tad offended.

"Minerva, I don't think that's a wise idea." Severus said rather sternly, glancing at you for a brief moment. Your face felt hot again.

"Y/N is more than capable of handling herself, Severus." Minerva replied, matching his stern tone. Severus's jaw ticked as he huffed quietly, looking away from the the older witch, silently feuding with her decision. She turned to you and offered a reassuring smile. You appreciated the faith that she had in you, but you weren't sure it was... correctly placed, to put it lightly. You pursed your lips, slightly awkward, stuck between staring at Severus's doubtful eyes and Minerva's confident ones. As you met Snape's eyes, he looked away, his brows furrowing. Your stomach somersaulted, but you weren't sure it was in the positive way you wanted. "Severus, check the dungeons." Minerva ordered, and he obliged with a curt nod, leaving almost immediately without a blink at you.

You shut your eyes briefly, fighting the urge to scream. Fuck, did you just make it extremely awkward between you two? Or was that just him being his naturally dismissive self? Was he just saving face because the two of you were in the presence of McGonagall? Did he actually lean in to kiss you as well or... did you imagine that?

"Y/N?" Minerva called, once again pulling you from your thoughts.

"Hm?" You blinked, eyes widening quickly as you realised you had a job to do. "Sorry, I was just-"

The older witch gently touched your forearm, causing you to look up at her with twinkling eyes. "What's going on with you and Severus?" Minerva questioned you, keeping her voice low but curious. As you looked at her, hesitantly, you saw sadness in her eyes, or perhaps... pity? "I know what I saw." She added rather glumly. You were a little confused at her tone, why did she seem so... sad about this?

"I don't know what you're talking about." You choked out awkwardly. Her brows knitted together as she leant her head back slightly, almost like she was disappointed in you.

"Don't make me sound like a fool, Y/N." She said. That was the same tone she had taken with you when you were a student. You immediately tore your eyes away.

"I..." Your mouth stayed open for a moment, unsure of what to say. "It's... complicated."

"It always is with Severus." Minerva sighed through her nose, a little agitated. You looked back and tilted your head at her, confused.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Severus is a complicated man, Y/N. I'm not sure you're aware of just how far his... trauma... goes." She said quietly, her tone switching back to it's usual soft one. You broke your gaze from Minerva's and shifted it to the ground thoughtfully.

"Nothing will come of it," You shook your head as the image of Ben flooded your mind. You winced. "It was a mistake, I shouldn't have done that, it was just a spur of the... moment... sort of thing." You shrugged, trying to ignore the pain that was currently blossoming in your chest at the sound of your own words. "I'm, err, seeing someone, anyway."

"Oh?" Minerva quirked a brow at you. This must sound so disorderly to her. You're seeing someone, but she had walked in on you almost kissing Severus? She probably thinks you're some kind of harlot that can't keep her legs closed now. Jesus. Nice one.

"Um, Benjamin- Benjamin Bluewater, I'm sure you're familiar with that name..." You trailed off, shrinking as you awaited her answer. You knew he wasn't a fond topic amongst the teachers at Hogwarts back in the day, so you were always preparing yourself for a scolding or some sort of judgemental remark.

"Oh, yes, I remember Mr Bluewater." Minerva hummed thoughtfully, staring at you with her inquisitive eyes. You felt as if you had to explain yourself.

"In regards to the... thing you saw- Severus and I, it's complicated, like I said, there's this weird... tension between us-" You were rambling now, and you couldn't stop yourself. Merlin, someone stop you, please. "I can't really explain it, I mean I have feelings for him, but he didn't feel the same, then I-I met Ben, and then today happened, and... it's just a whole... mess, Minerva, I don't know what to do." You huffed, clearly distressed with the situation. You looked down at the floor, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment, too worked up to even look your colleague and former-professor in the eye. "I'm sorry, I know there's another situtation at hand and I shouldn't be bothering you with such... trivial things but..." As you looked up, a soft smile had made it's way onto her face. You were rather shocked to see that. You'd expected another disappointed frown.

"Y/N," Minerva said soothingly, placing a calming hand upon your frantic ones, "as much as I respect and admire Severus, I think you should focus on Benjamin." She sighed softly. "Save your heart. Severus will only break it." A sad smile crossed her features, almost like she knew how you felt. Your mouth was parted - mainly from shock. Perhaps you should listen to Minerva, she'd known Severus for much, much longer than you have. You didn't know what to say, so you only nodded, closing your mouth slowly. "Now, I have to find Albus. Will you make sure the greenhouses are safe?"

"Of course." You swallowed, a feeling of uncertainty settling upon you.

"Lumos." You muttered, aiming your wand in the darkened room, the reflections of your wand glittering against the mossy windows. Your eyes darted around the greenhouse, searching for any sign of Black having been inside or nearby.

Everything seemed to be as you'd left it. All of your assignments were in the correct place, no plants nor pots had been knocked over and broken... no signs of forced entry... A sigh of relief slipped out of you, your tense body relaxing. Though, before you got too comfortable, the sound of a twig snapping behind you reversed all indications of your relief.

"Jesus!" You cried out, whirling around like a bullet, your frightened eyes softening a tad as they fell upon a tall, cloaked figure - none other than Severus Snape. "Please, can you not do that?!" You sighed, a hand flying to your chest in a feeble attempt to settle your racing heart as your cheeks painted themselves pink.

An amused smirk tugged at Snape's lips as his hands were clasped behind his back, staring down at you. "And not witness the terrified look upon your face?" Severus quipped, clearly relishing in your entertaining reaction. "I must disagree."

"At least let me know you're there, I could have hurt you." You replied with a glare, looking up to see an incredulous brow cocked up on Severus's face. You rolled your eyes at him. "Okay, I wouldn't have hurt you, but still, just... tell me next time." You huffed, rather exhaustedly. "Why are you here anyway? Aren't you meant to be checking the dungeons?" 

"I did." Severus nodded, allowing his eyes to study your still-petrified, yet red face. You swallowed, feeling rather vulnerable under his gaze. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, debating whether to speak again. "I just wanted to make sure you were... alright."

"Oh," You choked, feeling like someone had just winded you. Did he really just say that? "I'm okay." You said, placing your wand back inside the pocket of your forest-green robes.

"I can see that." Severus muttered, blinking slowly at you. McGonagall's words uttered in your mind as you felt yourself becoming lost in his dark, black eyes once more.

'Save your heart. Severus will only break it.'

"We should head back." You cleared your throat as your soft voice pierced the blanket of silence that had fallen upon the two of you. "The greenhouses are clear. I doubt Black would choose to hide out here, it's not exactly... erm, tidy." An embarrassed grimace twisted your features as you glanced around the room.

"I don't suppose it helps when one is bombarded with... gifts." Severus said, spitting the last word out like it was poison. You glanced up at him, frowning.

"And what's wrong with that?" You folded your arms against your chest rather defensively.

"In my humble opinion," Severus gave a curt sigh through his nostrils, evidently disapproving of Ben's tendency to send you a copius amount of flowers amongst other things. "Few small, meaningful gifts are far more superior than a prolific amount of materialistic gifts." He finished, sneering slightly at the wilting flowers that were dotted around your greenhouse, all adorned with different handwritten notes. Inside, you agreed with Snape, and you wished that that was the case with Ben, but he just seemed to think that throwing gold and flowers at you would keep you interested. Of course, you didn't mind him sending you such things, you were grateful, but it was getting a little tiresome. 

"Just because you don't get any." You teased, trying to hide the cheeky smile that tugged at your lips. Severus's head snapped to yours, an icy glare piercing your soul. You shivered slightly, a little sheepish as his sharp eyes dug into yours.

"I don't need gifts to satisfy my ego." He quipped, turning his nose up at you. Clearly, he didn't appreciate your light-hearted joke.

"Right, because talking down on people does that for you." You retorted, narrowing your eyes at Severus. Your patience was thin today, obviously.

"You seem to have grown a backbone, Y/N." Severus stepped towards you.

"I need one with you." You huffed, turning away from him. Severus watched curiously as you stepped away from him, his eyes trailing down your back, silently admiring your robes. He couldn't help but notice how pretty you looked in green. He thought it suited you better than your usual yellow and black. Perhaps he was just being selfish, imagining you in his House colour.

"Are you quite done?" Severus voiced. You cast a confused glance at him.

"With?" You frowned, cocking a brow expectantly.

"Having a tantrum." He replied, infamously cocking his brow at you.

"You're joking, right?" You scoffed at him, taking the bait like a fool. You turned yourself around to face him. "I made a lighthearted joke and you took it personally." The corners of his lips tugged upwards slightly in amusement. At this point it was too easy for him to wind you up. "What are you smiling about?" You stepped towards him, challenging him. He was getting underneath your skin.

"It's a pity that big mouth of yours doesn't match up with your brain." Severus said languidly, his deep voice sending a shockwave through your body. You had to swallow to compose yourself as your stomach began to tingle. He stood motionless in front of you, his hands still clasped behind his back, though you were blind to the fact that he was currently squeezing them harder the closer you got.

"Big mouth?" A gasp fell from your lips as you stared up at Severus, your eyes narrowing into a glare. "That's rich coming from you." You retorted, feeling your cheeks grow hot as you held his gaze. His lips twisted into a smirk as he closed the space between you with another step, that familiar smell of him overwhelming you.

"Is it?" Severus challenged you, silently enjoying your vain show of determination. He set his shoulders back as he stared down at you with scrutinising eyes, studying every inch of your pinkening face. He was getting a reaction out of you, and he was loving it.

"Yes." You panted. At this point, you were so worked up and distracted by his words and luscious scent that you hadn't noticed how unravelled you'd become. Your chest was heaving, breaths quiet and deep, your cheeks flushed unashamedly. You were a breathless mess. Your body was begging for Severus at this point. You were desperate for him to touch it, to even just lay a finger on it- anything. You had to relieve this ache.

"Please, enlighten me, Y/N." Severus whispered, leaning in towards you. A growl bubbled in your throat as you glared at him, your irked eyes boring into his. You were so tense and wound up that you couldn't talk. Your words were so jumbled together that you just couldn't form a coherent sentence without embarrassing yourself. "Hmm," Severus hummed, tilting his head at you, as if he was analysing you like an equation. "Didn't think so." He added smugly, the corner of his mouth quirking upwards.

"You're such an arsehole." You exhaled, shoving him with a flat palm. He didn't budge. Instead, his hand flew to your wrist, gripping it like an iron vice. Your eyes widened as Severus's once-smirking lips fell into a serious, flat line, his eyes burning.

"Weren't you taught that you mustn't... touch... what... isn't... yours?" Severus tutted, articulating each syllable with a hint of venom. You wished that wasn't the case, but in this world, you rarely get what you want. 

You clenched your jaw at Severus, tugging at your wrist in a vain attempt to free it. His grasp tightened, and you balled your fist. "Let go." You whispered as he tugged you towards him, just mere milimeters separating your bodies. Severus's eyes burned into yours, your body betraying you as it erupted into goosebumps; his face dangerously close to yours once more.

"Where are your manners?" Severus whispered back harshly, his hot breath dancing across your face once more, teasing you. You let your eyes flick between his, hesitating as they dropped down his face, eyeing his lips.

"Perhaps you need to teach me some." You taunted, breathless, your mind jaded. Not one appropriate thought was racing through your mind right now. Severus's brow quirked at your reply, quite obviously taken aback.

"An insufferable brat like you is unteachable." Severus spat back, baring his teeth. The insult didn't do it's job of hurting you, rather, it... aroused you. Your bodies were grazing against one another now, and the way his chest was scraping against yours was sending you into overdrive.

"You wanna bet?" You growled as he released your wrist after one more relentless tug from you. Severus kept his arm raised for a moment, his palm splayed as he glared down at you, your noses almost as close as they were just hours ago. Silence encased the two of you again, only your irregular, ragged breathing being the one thing that the two of you could hear. He was the first to break it.

Gods, you were so close. At this very moment, you had no care left inside of you. You were shameless for him. You couldn't hold yourself back anymore.

After several insufferable seconds, you threw your lips against his; the electric jolt that shot through you almost unbearable as a stifled moan slipped from your lips. A muffled grunt growled at the back of Severus's throat as his hands flew to your hips, kissing you back with such thirst and force you were worried he'd leave bruises around your mouth. His long, slender fingers dug into your clothed flesh like the desperation of a starved man as he pulled you taut against him, his left hand gliding down your arm to grasp messily at your hands, guiding them to sit around his neck. You allowed your fingers to comb through his thick, raven locks; nails grating at his scalp, prompting a delectable, throaty groan from him. Your legs tingled at the sultry noise. The rough, black buttons of his frock dug into your bared chest as he hauled you closer with greedy hands, the coarse texture scraping against your skin, bound to leave thin red scratches across your breast. A strangled cry fell from your lips as Severus teethed your bottom lip, playfully pulling at it. He released it and pressed another heated, sloppy kiss against your swollen mouth, your lids fluttering as you felt yourself melt into his addictive touch.

Severus pulled away from you, a begging whine falling from your lips. "So needy." He teased, breath hot and dangerous.

"Shut up." You muttered through gritted teeth, pulling him back onto you, your body igniting once more his lips met yours.

Pressing your aching body against his, Severus's cold hand slipped up to the back of your hot neck and brought your face impossibly closer to his; your spine aflame as delicious chills shot down it. With burning lungs, you parted your lips, darting your wet tongue into his mouth. Severus let out a heavenly whimper as your tongue licked against his, sending a rush of blazing heat through his shuddering body. Suddenly, he was pushing you backwards, lips still locked in a ferocious fight as the backs of your thighs hit the edge of your desk. Severus's hands swiftly slid from your waist and hooked themselves beneath your bum, inducing a breathy gasp to fall out of you as he lifted you up onto the wooden desk, the two of you disregarding everything that lay upon it. Including handwritten notes from Ben. You felt him smirk against your quivering mouth at the sensual noise that left you, clearly proud at what a panting, desperate mess he'd made you.

As he shuffled you onto the desk, your back knocked over a silver candle holder.

"Careful." You whispered against him, your eyes opening to shoot him a warning glare, though a hint of playfulness was hidden within your lustful voice.

"Shut up." Severus demanded, ultimately silencing you as he forced his mouth on yours, drowning you with his devilish tongue.

Your hands snaked down from the smooth skin of his neck, heading towards his chest, fingers clamping around the edges of his black cloak. Tugging him closer, you laid back on your desk with interlocked lips and Severus gladly obliged, leaning over you, planting a steadying hand beside your head. His other hand caressed your waist in a back-and-forth manner, feeling you, sending your body into a frenzy. Your wet, bruised lips fought against his, noses pressing into each other's cheeks. He pulled another moan from you as he gently brushed his hand against the side of your breast, teasing you.

Before Severus could trace his fingers down your middle, the crack of a branch in the distance ripped the two of you from your intense, sweaty encounter. Immediately, you and Severus pulled away from each other's faces with an audible, wet smooch, the both of you glancing to the source of the noise; breaths still heavy, hands still glued to one another's bodies intimately.

"What was that?" You whispered, fingers tightening around the silky material of his cloak. Instinctively, Severus's hand tensed around you protectively as he let his eyes search the dark; foggy mind racing.

"I don't know," He whispered back, turning back to look at you underneath him after he deemed it safe. You looked ethereal. Your hair was messily splayed-out behind your head, parts of it drooping over the opposite edge of the desk he was leant over. Your cheeks were red and flushed, lips swollen and pink, almost bruised from how harshly Severus had attacked them. After several seconds of admiring his work, he spoke. "Look at you," he hummed, a dangerous smirk painting his face, "what a beautiful mess." He let his eyes rake over your shuddering body, lingering on the red marks that scattered your bare chest. If possible, you blushed harder, your hands reluctantly flying up to fold against you, framing your breasts almost perfectly. Severus bit back a groan. "We should head back, I wouldn't want the others to think Black had had his way with you."

You rolled your eyes at him, a little irked. He'd learned perfectly well how to get under your skin. "What, you don't think I can hold my own against him?"

"Certainly not." Severus answered simply, stepping back from you and offering a hand to help you up. You wanted to protest against his answer, however, you knew he was right. There was no way you could fend off Sirius Black of all wizards. You'd just become another statistic to him. As you took Severus's hand and slipped off of the desk in one swoop, his eyes fell on the notes from Ben that you'd been laid upon. He let out a disapproving hum. You frowned and followed his eyes. Your stomach dropped and your body ran cold at the now slightly damaged notes.

"Shit." You exhaled as you stared down awkwardly at the ripped parchment.

"Shit, indeed." Severus repeated, side-eyeing you with a cocked brow. You glared at him. "Who would have thought, committing adultery with another professor at Hogwarts could be such an interesting feat?" He teased, stepping towards you, intentionally brushing his shoulder against yours.

You swallowed thickly, trying to ignore how close Severus was to you. "It's not like it was serious," You sighed curtly, running a stressed hand through your hair. "I mean, we've only been seeing each other for like, almost... four... months..." You trailed off, your shoulders feeling rather heavy as a strong wave of guilt flooded you. Were you really trying to justify your actions?

"Four months?" Severus sounded impressed.

"...Yes." You replied, avoiding his amused eyes. "You can wipe that smirk off your face right now." You scolded, casting a daring glance his way. For a moment, you admired how he looked - his hair was a little scruffy from where you'd had your hands buried in it, lips partially reddened from how you'd kissed him only moments ago. A hot blush took to your cheeks as you stared at him, your mind reeling back to how he'd grabbed you and pulled you so close against him, like he was scared you'd disappear into thin air.

"We can decide what to do later." Severus stated, slipped his wand from his sleeve and casting Lumos, illuminating the once-darkened greenhouse. "For now, let's return. I'm sure Minerva is wondering where we've disappeared to."

We? Did you hear him correctly?

Before you could question him, he already had his hand pressed against the small of your back, ushering you out of the greenhouse and back towards the castle entrance.

"I've searched the Astronomy Tower and the owlery, sir, but there's nothing there." Filch's decrepid-like voice came from in front of you as Severus escorted you into the Great Hall, his hand falling from your back as you neared Dumbledore and the other staff. You felt a little bummed at the loss of contact, but you didn't exactly want to out yourselves immediately. Speaking of that, you weren't even sure if anything was going to happen between you and Severus, maybe he'd change his mind again like he did last Christmas...

As you glanced around, you noticed every single student was asleep in the Hall, gentle snores slipping from their peaceful faces. You felt a little relieved that they were all safe and sound.

"Yes, the third floor is clear too, sir." Professor Flitwick said to Dumbledore, his beady eyes peering at the old man through his glasses. As the sound of yours and Severus's footsteps began to echo in the large hall, Flitwick turned, staring at the two of you. Clasping his hands together, he watched you and Severus stroll towards him.

"The greenhouses are empty as well, sir." You spoke, offering a polite smile to Flitwick. He happily returned it, averting his attention back to Dumbledore.

"Very good, thank you." Dumbledore acknowledged you with a small smile as you reached him. You stopped just beside Flitwick, your stomach flipping as Severus continued passed you. His addicting scent glided along with him, a pink tinge staining your cheeks as you inhaled. You turned away from Flitwick, afraid he'd notice your poorly-hidden reaction.

Severus was next to speak as he halted himself beside Dumbledore. "And I've done the dungeons, Headmaster, no sign of Black, nor anywhere else in the castle." He said, his deep baritone ruffling your feathers. You cleared your throat, quietly, glancing away from him. You could hardly control yourself right now. That moment in your greenhouse had really messed with your self-control. Severus glanced at you sideways, a tiny smirk picking at his lips. He must have noticed your crumbling composure.

Flitwick eyed the two of you, a perplexed expression crossing his features.

"I didn't really expect him to linger." Dumbledore replied, hooking Severus's attention from you. Flitwick used this moment to slip away to keep a watchful eye over the slumberous students.

"Remarkable feat, don't you think? To enter Hogwarts on one's own... completely undetected?" The Potions Master drawled as he and Dumbledore began to slowly walk forwards. You caught up to them and settled yourself beside Severus, sheepishly glancing up at him, your hands settling in front of your hips. He glimpsed at you, cocking a brow questioningly, a tingling sensation building in your stomach as you stared up at him.

"Quite remarkable, yes." The Headmaster agreed, his hands floating behind his back, subsiding as they intertwined themselves. The three of you continued walking between the rows upon rows of sleeping students, your shoulders brushing against Severus's now and again.

"Any ideas on how he might've managed it?" You asked quietly, your voice curious but concerned. Dumbledore glanced at you with his wise eyes, rather surprised at you. When the older wizard was around, you tended you keep quiet. However, with Severus beside you, a newfound confidence had arisen within you.

"Many. Each as unlikely as the next." He replied, turning back to focus on the path in front of him.

Severus spoke again, his voice rattling you. It felt as if someone had let off a grand show of fireworks in your chest. "You may recall, prior to the start of term I did express concerns about your appointment of Professor Lupin-"

Dumbledore quickly interrupted him, his voice strict and unforgiving. "Not a single professor inside this castle would help Sirius Black to enter it," he said, looking to Severus, "no, I'm quite convinced this castle is safe, and I'm more than willing to send the students back to their houses." You glanced away for a moment, zoning out as you glazed over the large stained window that had the crest of all four houses set within it. Your eyes lingered on Slytherin and Hufflepuff, flicking between them thoughtfully. Could a Slytherin and Hufflepuff truly work together?

As you'd stopped to admire the window, Dumbledore and Severus had continued on forwards. You stood still, your eyes falling onto Severus's tall, black cloaked figure, a deep sigh leaving your nostrils. Was this a good idea? Crossing the line with a colleague? Or was this a recipe for disaster? You wanted it to work out, but you had your doubts. Minerva's words were etched deep into your mind, and they slowly slithered out of the woodworks, chanting in your head tauntingly.

'I'm not sure you're aware of just how far his trauma goes.'

'Save your heart. Severus will only break it.'

'Focus on Benjamin.'

Oh, Merlin, Ben.

What were you going to do about him...? Do you tell him you kissed Severus? Do you just break it off silently? No, he deserves to know. You needed to be an adult and admit to your wrongs, whether it made you look like a sack of shit or not. You'd made your bed, and now you had to lie in it.

Just as you were going to return to Severus's side, a familiar voice called your name.

"Y/N!"

You turned around, your head snapping towards the voice like a bolt of lightning. All colour had drained from your face as your widened eyes became glued onto the one person you did not want to see right now.

Ben jogged towards you, a worried expression twisting his features.

No, please, no, not right now. This could not be happening right now...

talk about perfect timing, hey?

sorry this was such a short chapter!! i wanted to make it longer, but what better than to keep you in suspense? i hope you have partly forgiven me for this chapter... </3

let me know what you thought!! your replies on the previous chapter had me rolling omfg.

daily reminder that i love you all and to make sure you are taking care of yourselves!! thank you all so much for your continued support, it really means a lot to me, and i hope i am doing this story justice, i have- well, had a plan, but it's sort of gone a different way... however, i’m liking it. :) i hope you are too!

Part 11!

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[natti-ice]

Sirius Black Blurb.

Pairing: Sirius Black x slytherin!gn!reader

Warnings: none.

Author’s note: this is a reupload, I wrote this a while ago!

Reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated<3

You couldn't believe this happened, of all people to get stuck with it had to be him. You received detention for accidentally falling asleep in Binns class, why were there so many Goblin rebellions? Now, you were standing in the middle of the woods in mid-November with Sirius Black.

For some reason, Sirius had taken a strong liking to you. You couldn't understand why though, it should be textbook rivalry since you're a Slytherin and he's a Gryffindor but he seems to believe you belong together.

Since term began he has been asking you to go to Hogsmeade, you were taken aback at first because you honestly didn't think he knew who you were. The first time you said no out of pure shock, but you also were afraid it was some sick joke.

Sirius is probably the most attractive boy in the school, you can't walk two feet without hearing some girls talking about his 'beautiful hair' but he also has a reputation. Not in the "heartbreaker" sense but in the "liking to play cruel jokes" sense, you've seen some of the pranks he's pulled around school, and you would not let yourself fall victim.

It was just starting to get cold in Scotland, the air was crisp as it slapped you in the face as you walked deeper into the forest. Sirius was by your side using his wand to guide you two through the dark path. It was just your luck that this week's detention was to gather food for whatever creature Hagrid decided to bring home this year. You never understood how any of those pets were legal.

You left your jacket in your dorm because some third year accidentally spilled her drink on you during dinner and it was completely soaked, it wasn't freezing so you figured you could bare through it but as it got later the wind picked up.

You shivered as another gust of wind hit you, you felt goosebumps forming up and down your arms.

"Take my jacket" Sirius said breaking the silence

"What?" you asked, you didn't realize he was watching you "I'm fine"

"You're cold." He told you, the look in his eyes was telling you to give it up

"Am not." You internally cringed at how juvenile you sounded

"Right" Sirius chuckled, disregarding what you just said Sirius took off his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders before you could refuse again.

You couldn't deny how good it felt, it was so warm and it was a little big so it felt like a giant hug.

"Now you'll be cold," you told him pulling the fabric closer to your body

"Don't worry about me, sweetheart" his voice was smooth and intoxicating

Your heart fluttered at the nickname, "Don't call me that" you said hoping he could hear nerves in your voice

"Did I do something to offend you?" Sirius asked, his tone wasn't telling but he truly cared how you felt about him, he hated that you were so closed off around him

"No" your tone softened

"Then why do you avoid me so much? I feel I must've done something to make you hate me" He laughed painfully

"I don't hate you, Sirius" by this point you two had completely stopped looking for that weird bug you couldn't remember the name of. "I'm just confused"

"About what?"

"The fact that you keep asking me out, I mean out of everyone? Me? Aren't we supposed to be sworn enemies?" You questioned

"Well, if you would've asked me that two years ago I would have said yes," he paused and read your expression before continuing "but that's all so childish now. I like you and I would really like to take you out" a boyish smile played across his lip.

You stayed silent taking in what he just said, as much as you didn't want to admit it you actually wanted to go out with him. You let out a small sigh

"Fine" you say "one date"

"Really?" the moonlight shone just right between the trees so you could see the sparkle in his eye as you finally agreed

"Yes Sirius, I'll go out with you" you fought back a smile but it inevitably won.

Before you knew it your feet had left the ground, Sirius spun you around in the air and then firmly placed you back on the ground. "You won't regret it, I promise" he said with a wide grin

You laughed at his eagerness as you tried to brush away the thought of how nice it felt to be in his arms.

[t1oui]

penelope clearwater headcanons

she hates quidditch. despises it. this makes being friends with percy, marcus, and oliver all the more difficult.

cho looks up to her like an older sister.

(she sits through all the quidditch talks solely for her sake)

penelope and percy are best friends, despite being in different houses. they just get each other in a way that the others don't.

she's panromantic and demisexual. when it comes to having crushes on people, she has almost no preference as long as they care about schoolwork.

penelope has always been proud of her house, but secretly, when she was younger (and as she grew up), she wanted to be in gryffindor. percy's the only one who knows.

she and marcus act a bit like an old married couple.

she ends up sleeping in percy's bed at least once a week. nobody knows how she gets in, because percy stopped giving her the password in 2nd year.

(when percy isn't there, maybe on a walk or already in oliver's room, she gets in adrian pucey's bed instead because he's the only one in that room other than percy who doesn't snore.)

penelope's patronus & animagus forms are both weasels

she becomes senior undersecretary to the minister for magic (aka percy). shenanigans ensue.

she may be nerdier than percy, but she also has way better fashion sense than him, and is probably the best dressed of the friend group.

she thinks romance, all romance, is funny. when percy and oliver get together they get no mercy from her teasing

most younger students are scared of her

when she and oliver found out remus was an alcoholic when he came to teach at hogwarts (even if he was trying to sober up), they broke into his quarters and made him give all his whiskey to the giant squid. surprisingly, it worked.

penelope is not, contrary to popular belief, a skeptic. she used to be, but then she met luna "probably a seer" lovegood and all that went out the window.

loves the hunger games books

breaks a lot more rules than you would expect (she is a member of the golden era's marauders, after all)

her favorite subject is potions

penelope is a genius muggleborn witch, and when she hears people calling hermione "the brightest witch of her age", penelope kind of hates her for it.

she's head girl when percy is head boy

she despises percy's family. where he's like "yeah my family sucks sometimes but i'm over it", she's ready to kill all of them.

on that note, she's a bit unhinged, but she hides it well. only her friends truly know the extent of it

she, percy, oliver, and marcus have meetings in the room of requirement. whenever she calls the meeting, she shows up at least five minutes late, for "dramatic effect" or something.

if she ends up with anyone, it's marcus, and it's not until they're like 28 or something. she kissed him on new years purely because she was annoyed at percy and oliver snogging right next to her

(if they have kids, they name them percival and cedric, which is cute and not confusing in the slightest :))

when they get older, in their 20s or so, penelope starts calling percy "mr. wood" whenever he says something stupid. within a year all of their friends do it. oliver always gets mock offended but actually he thinks it's hilarious

penelope is percy and oliver's oldest daughter, lucy's, godmother. lucy is obsessed with quidditch. penelope does not think this is as funny as percy and oliver seem to.

penelope was the one who walked percy down the aisle. it was the first time anyone (except him) saw her cry

penelope is obsessed with flowers, and she knows all about them. she forces her friends to garden with her. eventually professor sprout gives her some space behind one of the greenhouses to make her own garden.

when sirius is proven innocent or whatever he gets really confused about why there is a newly graduated penelope constantly gatecrashing to hang out with remus (turns out her and oliver forcing him to become their friend during 7th year paid off)

she and percy make like 20 spells together before they even graduate hogwarts, and they eventually co-author a book on magical theory.

penelope, percy, oliver, and marcus are all animagi, and it was penelope's year to try and do that. she didn't like the idea of having to keep a mandrake leaf in your mouth for a month, so she just invented a new way of completing the transformation.

(when sirius finds out they first transformed in 4th year and without mandrake leaves, he's pissed.)

penelope goes with percy as his date to the yule ball (while he's helping supervise it) solely because they want to snoop around

during quidditch games, she always cheers for whichever of her friends' teams is playing. if it's a gryffindor v slytherin match, she cheers for the team of whoever annoyed her the least that week.

(if she's been really pissed off at her friends lately, usually because of too much quidditch talk, she will go out on a ravenclaw game day with her face painted blue and bronze and scream her head off just to spite them.)

people are scared of her. she likes it that way.

[fo0lishl4m]

Sweet Nothing wolfstar au

Where Remus is a sick boy who is a member of the poetry club at Gryffindor Boarding School. Or where Sirius is an American Football player at Gryffindor Boarding School.

summary: Remus and Sirius meet for the first time in the Hospital waiting room

notes: diseases, swear words, poor development, modern au

word count: 1.3k

chapter one | chapter two

Remus' pov:

The walls of hospitals always generate cold, it is something I have reluctantly realized, it is a breeze that whispers to me that I should never leave the house without my sweater or I would die of hypothermia. Too much? 

I'm used to being in places like this, I've always been a sick child, and I swear it doesn't bother me, I've had worse days than sitting in a waiting room. Sometimes I listen to music, sometimes I look at a fixed point distracting myself and sometimes I read. 

I like silence, but lately it has been interrupted. The last week. I go to a boarding school, Gryffindor Boarding School, it's a huge school that only allows us to go out on the weekend. I like being there, the poetry club is where I participate the most. The hospital I go to at least three times a month is used to receiving students on a regular basis, so my mother and several nurses already know each other. 

There is a moderately tall boy (shorter than me) with pale skin, dark eyes and long black hair that he always ties in a high bun. He has a broken leg. I don't remember his name, we go to different clubs and from time to time we share Literature and Physical Education classes, I think he is part of the American Football team. 

He always sits two chairs next to mine when he comes to the hospital, there is always one chair away and his friend always accompanies him. I've had a little more interaction with him because we have three to four classes together. They are both very loud. 

I forgot my book in my room, I probably should have forgotten the fact that I had a checkup at the doctor today, too. My pocket vibrates when I receive a message. 

Lily Evans Well? How are things with you? 

Remus Lupin I haven't entered yet hahaha It's noisy

Lily Evans Black? 

Remus Lupin What? 

Lily Evans The boy with the broken leg The one who no longer goes to training Sirius Black

Remus Lupin Ah, so that's his name. Yeah,, and his friend with glasses too

Lily Evans Neither of them gives me confidence Anyway, I have to go study with Mary Xoxo

I turn off my phone. Lily Evans has been my best friend since I was thirteen, we are practically inseparable, yet I still spend a lot of time alone. I'm not complaining. 

I turn my head to see the happy Sirius Black who begins to laugh with his friend with glasses, whose name I am almost sure is James Potter and who is also part of the team. James gets up from his chair saying something about a soda and a joke about his friend's broken leg before leaving the waiting room and entering the pre-waiting room. For the first time, there is genuine silence. 

It doesn't last long. 

── Are you from Gryffindor? ── Sirius asks. 

I realize that I've been looking at his feet for just over five minutes while I was probably distracted by thinking about what part of the book I had left last night that the slightest sound of his voice almost scares me. I look up and think about what to respond. 

── Yes. ── I look away from him. Ah, my institutional sweater. Sure. 

── Me too. ── Add. ── But I had never seen you. ──

── I'm part of the poetry club. ──

He frowns. He clearly didn't know the existence of that club. He shrugs his shoulders like it doesn't really matter, puts his arms behind his head and leans against the back of the chair. 

── Well, poetry boy, I'm more of a physical person. ──

I make no secret of raising an eyebrow and looking down at the cast on his leg; ── Oh, I already noticed. ──

He lets out an ironic laugh, not offended, as he would have expected as a first reaction. 

── Hey! In my defense, it wasn't entirely my fault. I wasn't the one who fell on another guy. ──

── I think I'm interested in knowing. ──

── I was going to score a touchdown and the opposing team jumped on me. Goodbye leg. ──

I don't know anything about American football, okay? 

── Did you win? ──

── Local party, thirteen to twenty. ──

── Oh. ── I can say. I think I had heard a piercing scream from Potter that day when the results came out. ── At least it was local. ──

── Yes, but at the end of the term we will have a game against another school! ──

── What worries you? ──

── First, my leg. ── Highlight the obvious before continuing. ── Second, the team is a disaster without me, not even the locals will win. ──

── What's with your leg? I mean, is it injured or broken? ──

He gestures with his hand, adding a small grimace. ── I don't know, can I say both? ──

── You have a cast. ──

── Yes, but what about you? ── Raises an eyebrow. Oh God, please no. ── What are you doing here? ──

── Asthma. Among other things. ── I add after thinking a little.

Hum. ──Then you must spend more time than me here. ──

── I can live here. ──

── Yes, I can see it now. ──

He lets out a laugh and I imitates him, mildly embarrassed but amused. 

── Well, broken leg boy, you'll soon get used to it. ──

──Broken leg boy? ── He imitates and raises an eyebrow. ── Is that all you have to tell me? ──

── I don't know your name. ── I lie. 

── Sirius Black. ──

── Remus Lupin ── I answer. 

──Lupin, huh? Your last name sounds too familiar to me. ──

── Poetry club. ──

── No, that's not why. ──

He rested his elbow on his knee and his head on his palm, looking at a fixed point while, I suppose, he was trying to remember something. 

── Maybe from another club? In third year I was part of the theater workshop. ──

He clicks his tongue but doesn't change his posture. 

── No, close, but no. ──

── One of my friends is a cheerleader. ── I add. 

He raises his eyebrows in surprise and turns to look at me. 

── Who, exactly? ──

── Mary McDonald. ──

── I knew it! ── He laughed victoriously. ── I knew it. ──

I raise an eyebrow. ── What did you know? ──

── You, I had seen you before. Chemistry last year? ──

I think it, but I don't say it; he's pretty dumb. And irritating. If I have continued talking to him it's because I have no other choice and I have put up with a lot of irritating people for many years. I probably won't talk to him again when we leave this waiting room, but I don't want to be rude either. Not verbally. 

The only thing I can point out (aside from what I mentioned) is that he exudes an arrogant aura. I'm not an expert on that, I'm just friends with Mary. 

── Yes. ── I replied distractedly. 

── Ah, that explains a lot. ── He says again, highlighting with a kind of victory, as if knowing who I am was an achievement or something.

── You look for many explanations for questions that do not exist. ── 

── Do you believe? ── 

I hum in response; ── This is not the first time I have encountered someone with a broken leg. ── 

── You say it as if it were my only personality. ──

── I don't know you, I dare say it's like that. ──

── Do you want to meet me? ──

── I have no other choice, I'll keep you here for a while. A few weeks or a few months, perhaps. ──

The conversation flows, I don't know whether to consider that I'm having fun or I'm simply tolerating his presence, but it doesn't make me want to hit him. I think I'll see him here next week.

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HL Characters and their Horror Movie Subgenres

+ some horror movies that fit said subgenre!

I'm back with some Horror movie head cannons for our favorite HL characters! A great way to kick of spooky season!

This is a sequel of sorts to my HL Characters and their Horror Movie Tropes post, so feel free to check that one out too if you haven't already! Please know that I love all of these characters, so please don't be offended by any of my assessments if they seem "mean". This is all in good fun and of course just my opinion.

Ominis Gaunt - Revenge Horror:

Who doesn’t love a good Horror movie where the main character gets revenge on anyone who hurt them? A good revenge movie feels cathartic for both the character and the audience, and makes you feel for the character, even when they’re doing unsavory things. While we never see Ominis enact any kind of revenge on anyone, and although this concept could apply to Seb as well, I’m giving this to Omi because he has enough issues in his life that he’s very capable of going crazy and enacting revenge on his family. Some movies that come to mind for Ominis are Carrie, Revenge, and Midsommar - all commonly considered “good for her” movies where the female lead gets revenge on those who harm her (but is Midsommar really a “good for her” movie in the end? That’s a topic for another day.) Bonus: Speaking of his family, although this is definitely not a subgenre, fucked up family horror movies fit Ominis well also - Hereditary, The Hills Have Eyes, and Texas Chainsaw Massacre come to mind. 

Sebastian Sallow - Psychological Horror:

There’s an argument to be made that Seb is manipulative throughout the game. Begging the MC to talk to the keepers to help with Anne’s illness, calling the MC ignorant for seeking help from a goblin only to immediately take it back, justifying murder, etc. This gives him the makings of psychological horror. Psychological Horror leaves you tense, confused, and wondering until the very end if you’re being played or not. Some movies that come to mind here are Black Swan, Watcher (Not THE Watcher like the movie about the house), and The Lodge. Bonus: definitely not a real subgenre, but sibling/twin related Horror fits Seb also - such as Goodnight Mommy and The Uninvited, which are also Psychological Horror movies that involve twins/siblings. 

Garreth Weasley - Horror Comedy:

As mentioned in my previous post, Garreth is the comic relief friend, so it seems only appropriate that his subgenre is Horror Comedy. He’s the type to crack a joke during a tense moment. Horror Comedies can sometimes be a little bit scary, but also funny and lighthearted. Movies like Shaun of the Dead, Ready or Not, and Cabin in the Woods fall into this subgenre, all varying in their ratio of horror vs comedy. Bonus entry: mad scientist Horror movies like Frankenstein and Reanimator, cause let’s face it, Garreth would totally bring something back from the dead in a lab (accidentally or not).

Leander Prewitt - Found Footage:

No Found Footage movie is complete without some incredibly brave dummy doing something or going somewhere they shouldn’t, and bringing a camera along for the ride. Leander, high off that Gryffindor pride and eager to prove himself would absolutely be all in for this. Coupled with the nervous shaky hands he would absolutely have and refusal to let go of the camera no matter how impractical it gets to keep running with it, and you have your perfect Found Footage film. Movies like Gonjiam Haunted Asylum and Grave Encounters fit Leander perfectly. 

Poppy Sweeting - Creature Feature:

This feels pretty obvious, but with her love of beasts, Poppy is of course a Creature Feature. To her, the creature can do no wrong, and the humans deserve whatever they get. Movies like Godzilla, Kong Kong, and Jaws (I said what I said. Jaws is a horror movie) all fit this subgenre. 

Imelda Reyes - Slasher Horror:

Imelda is brutal and cutthroat competitive, making her a perfect Slasher film. Whether she’s the Final Girl, or the Slasher herself, she’ll make for a killer good time! The older, campy-er Slashers are definitely more her style. Movies like Slumber Party Massacre and Black Christmas (1978) fit her. 

Amit Thakkar - Space Horror:

This might not technically be a subgenre, but let’s be real, what’s scarier than being completely alone in space? Amit would definitely say nothing is scarier. The obvious movie choice here is the Alien franchise. In my last post, I almost made Amit’s character trope be the Final Girl, with Ripley as his character choice but I changed it cause there were too many Final Girls, but Amit would absolutely vibe with Ripley. 

Natty Onai - Body Horror:

Natty’s animagus ability of course falls into the subgenre of body horror, specifically any body horror involving someone turning into an animal. Although we always see animagus transformations being seamless, imagine if they weren’t. Imagine having to watch a human transform into an animal slowly and grotesquely. Movies like The Fly and American Werewolf in London are what come to mind for Natty due to their horrific depictions of transforming into an animal. 

✨And now, please enjoy some silly bonus entries!✨

MC - Possession Horror:

Why is MC so overpowered? Surely the MC is possessed and this is the work of a demon. No normal person should be this powerful with virtually no explanation, magical or not. Is it ever explained why MC had ancient magic to begin with? No, no it’s not. MC probably messed with a ouija board and got themselves possessed. Movies like The Exorcist and The Exorcism of Emily Rose fit here well cause our MC is in desperate need of an exorcism.

Richard Jackdaw - Paranormal/Ghost Horror:

Duh. Movies include Paranormal Activity and The Others. 

Duncan Hobhouse - N/A:

The guy is afraid of a puffskein, for crying out loud. There's no way he's getting a subgenre. His movie would be Hotel Transylvania.

[il-predestinato]

Elle, you are actually writing a Hogwarts AU???? 🙈🙈🙈 When is it set timeline wise? What year are they in? Houses I think I know, but the rest???

Hi Pi! Oooh, I mostly have notes on this one and not much written! Except for this little snippet (probably a cut scene rather than part of the fic). I'll share another super short snippet and then some rambling answers to your questions: 😁

Before Max could blink the sleepiness out of his eyes, he was already soberly aware that he was - most unfortunately - alone in bed. After a disgruntled rub across his eyelids, he was able to crack open enough of a slit to glare at the empty pillow beside his own. A head-shaped indent stared back at him mockingly. A torn piece of parchment sat neatly at the centre of the indent.

He snatched it up and frowned at Charles’ offending penmanship:

‘Had to take care of a secret Slytherin thing something’ followed by a creepy scribble of a smiling niffler (or perhaps a Dementor - Max couldn’t be certain, no matter how long he squinted at the poorly drawn lines; no one would ever accuse Charles of possessing artistic talent).

‘Meet in the Prefect's bathroom at 0800!’

“Maybe I won’t,” grumbled Max as he crumpled up the piece of paper. Of course you will, he can almost hear Charles’ self-assured, scoffing rebuttal.

He grabbed his wand from under his pillow and casted a silent “Incendio.” The Silencing Charm that Charles cast around Max’s four poster bed from the previous evening had likely worn off by now. He couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face as he watched as small embers transformed the parchment into ash. While Charles may be uniquely gifted at wandless magic, Max still had him beat in nonverbal spells - much to the chagrin of his Slytherin rival (sometimes friend always thorn in the side occasional bedmate).

-

Some notes:

Timeline wise: 2013-ish because they are 15 (fifth years)

Both are still born in 1997 (kind of cool that canonically both would be born at the height of the second wizarding war)

Max is a Gryffindor and Charles is a Slytherin

Story is a long-ish one shot. Title is "Unforgivable"

My base storyline is borrowed from a quest in the Hogwarts Legacy game (minor spoiler alert):

Charles has a sick family member at St. Mungo's who is suffering from a blood curse and is basically beyond all magical help. There is a secret Slytherin spell book hidden in the Scriptorium (think Chamber of Secrets, but a different room) rumoured to lead to a spell/artifact that cures dark curses, so Charles wants to retrieve it. Max is ... not a fan of this idea, because Slytherin was a pretty dark wizard and all around bad guy, so nothing good can possibly come out of this. But it's Charles so of course he chooses to help and goes down to the Scriptorium with him. There are a few tests (e.g. puzzles, speaking Parseltongue, etc.), each unlocking a set of gates, but you can't turn back because the gates lock behind you as well. At the last gate, there are a bunch of creepy skeletons (because people died here after getting stuck) and tortured faces on the gate/the world "Crucio" engraved on the floor. Max and Charles figure out that in order to pass the final test and not starve/die down there, they must successfully cast Crucio. And that's really the climax of the story. Who is going to cast it on who? Also, as Bellatrix explained in the books, you must have intent and truly want to cause pain and suffering to succeed in casting it... In the Hogwarts Legacy game, three characters are involved in the story: Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, and Y/N [aka. player character] (yes, don't worry, I'm laughing at myself for using this term given my well known 'love' for uh... imagines 🤢). Ominis refuses to cast Crucio. It comes down between Y/N vs. Sebastian. In my fic, Charles would be loosely based on Sebastian, and Max is a combo of Ominis and Y/N (sorry, I can't keep a straight face whenever I type this.) Let's just say I have an entirely DIFFERENT idea as to how this plays out between Max and Charles (can anyone guess?) compared to the game.

Other super random details from my notes:

Charles and Max have a fierce quidditch rivalry (yes, there was an inchident with a puddle, because the puddle is a universal constant, a fixed point in time and space if you will).

Both are Chasers (but they do like challenging each other to one-on-one seeker games).

Max made the Gryffindor team in his first year (just like the Boy Who Lived) which irks Charles (who made the Slytherin team in his second year).

Charles' Slytherin teammates include George (beater), Lando (chaser), and their new seeker (Oscar).

Max's teammates include Carlos (chaser, Head Boy) and used to include Lewis (chaser, graduated).

Max really likes the grass flavour of Bertie Bott's every flavour beans and one time, Charles bought like - 200 boxes of every flavour beans and spent all night picking out all the grass flavoured ones to put into one box to gift to Max.

Charles is better at wandless magic - raw and uncontrolled power - but Max is better at nonverbal magic - precision and controlled power.

Charles is great at Charms and [hilariously] Divination (umm... he IS called 'il predestinato'), Max is great at Transfiguration and Potions. Both are excellent at Arithmancy (math nerds) and DADA.

Max's wand is vine, 12 ¾ inches, phoenix feather, reasonably supple. Charles's wand is yew, 12 ½ inches, dragon heartstring, fairly stiff. And yes, I spent like 30 minutes reading up on wandlore until I was happy with the choices. 🤣

[theravenkin]

hello! jsut wondered if you'd be down to tell me about the maurauders and such because they are interesting but i don't have anyone to talk about them with

HI YES so i am going to use this as an excuse to dump my marauders hcs here (completely random, no particular order)

- since 4th year, remus has been a regular installment at girls' night...he Is one of the girls. the rest of the marauders are BEYOND jealous

- the girls all know wayyyy too much about his love life and he knows far too much about theirs; they're all just way too comfortable with each other in general. remus gets to hear allll the gross girl stuff. all of it.

- "trust me, james. you don't wanna be at girls night. you can't handle girls night." (remus is right, james could not handle girls night)

- oh, and at gryffindor parties? you know that whole group of girls and remus are grindin on each other, gettin down, they all know how hot they are. and they don't give a Fuck. it's all about the girls. (remus included of course)

- the girls only wanna dance with each other and remus. they send rude gestures at any boy who tries to infiltrate.

- remus's hips cannot tell a lie. not a damn one. he's a hotgirl and he fuckin knows it.

- seriously, remus is the partier of the group. and when he and the girls get together...all hell breaks loose. he and lily, in particular, are terrible influences on each other.

- they're the type of best friends where each individually, they're perfectly normal, but once they're together...it's like they activate the weirdness in each other. they're completely bewildering. they make each other cackle with jokes that nobody else understands

- remus and lily dated for a hot minute in first/second year, but then decided they just wanted to be best friends. and they were disgustingly close from that point on

- lily has the mouth of a sailor and the grossest, most bizarre sense of humor ever (which is why james fell in love with her)

- lily: if you don't stop fucking poking me i'm going to cut off your goddamn toes, pickle them, and then feed them to you.

- remus: that's hot.

- lily: hell yeah it is ;)

- james: 😍🥵

- lily also has a terribly dirty mind, worse than even remus or mary or marlene (all close runners-up). she frequently scandalizes the marauders (sans remus)

- remus gets dragged into tiktok dances frequently; usually only lily or alice can manage to convince him. (of course, every video he's in becomes a thirst trap immediately. instantly viral.)

- mary and sirius like to make tiktoks together too, mostly because the dances n other trends, especially when they're doing it with mary, make sirius feel pretty (and like they're one of the girls)

- sirius comes out shortly after they and remus start dating because remus starts noticing their dysphoria more and makes them talk about their feelings for once (they hate it, but they finally realize that they wanna use different pronouns and present more feminine so they admit that maybe talking about their feelings isn't always stupid and terrible)

- one night shortly after sirius comes out, the girls ominously come beckon them from the marauders' room and drag them to the girls' (after a very offended remus is told that he is to stay behind this time)

- the girls' room is dark when they arrive, with lit candles the only light; "welcome to the club, sirius" "are you gonna make me drink blood or something" "yes, actually. we are." (they don't but they keep saying spooky shit just to haze sirius)

- soon enough sirius is being cuddled, their hair is being braided, their nails are being painted twelve different colors, they're being fed chocolate and popcorn, and they're helplessly giggling as the girls ask them about what it's like dating remus

- "ugh, and he's such a good kisser" "yeah we know" "you- we?? WE??"

- girls nights can get crazy, okay? (and the casanova of gryffindor tower is the WORST about committing friendcest)

- one time before he and sirius started dating, at a party, one of james's quidditch friends was half-joking about being bi-curious and so remus proceeded to crowd him against the wall and flirt the living hell out of the poor boy...his knees were weak, his whole face was beet red, boy was sweating. then remus is done and he just goes back to the dance floor, completely cool and unaffected, while the boy is in a puddle on the floor

- "still curious?" "ahh nah i'm pretty certain now"

- sirius might have witnessed that little show and might have then locked themself in the bathroom to cry and that might have been the night they confessed their love to remus cus they couldn't watch him flirt with anyone else ever again

- when they start presenting more feminine, sirius has the best whimsigoth style...patterned maxi skirts, platform docs, lots of velvet and chains, black lace chokers and chunky silver rings, the most gorgeous makeup and the cutest spiky nineties hair ever

- also, they are the absolute GOAT at graphic eyeliner. (white eyeliner on that face? hello???)

- remus has always been cool and collected, the casanova of gryffindor tower...but when he sees sirius done up in these outfits that are so obviously validating to them, when they just look so comfortable and so themself... he gets all flustered and tongue-tied. they're so pretty and he is so whipped

can you tell i've been having lots of sirius black gender thoughts lately? 😀 anyway this is all i'm willing to reveal about myself for now, enjoy

[rosekillerismylife]

I'm a bit in a twist, because I just saw a post about how awful James Potter is (also compared to Severus Snape) and the person who wrote the post is kind of right. And now I don't know what to think.

First of all, I'd like to say that everyone in this fandom has an own opinion and is even required to have one and they really should be able to express their own opinion which means that they can like or dislike whatever character they want. I do not mean to change your opinion, it just occurred to me that the owner of the post that inspired this rant really had a point and I had to get some things of my chest, so please be aware of that. This is just me being confused. Just skip it if you want.

Now, to the rant. Severus Snape did some horrible things like insulting Lily Evans, treating Harry Potter badly (JKR explained why and it might make sense but that's also an arguable point), partly trusting in Voldemort (and in Dumbledore which both is concerning) or being fascinated with the Dark Arts (probably not really a problem if he weren't in Slytherin and if it wasn't in the middle of a war) but the Marauders harassed him and bullied him which is also horrible. And if we accept that Potter bullied Snape and encourage it, doesn't it mean that we have to accept Snape's bullying too? Because I don't think there's a difference. The Marauders harassed Snape, humiliated him and called him Sniffelus. Snape called Lily a mudblood (and I recall it being only a onetime thing? Please correct me if I'm wrong), he was a Slytherin and he supported the Dark Lord (which meant that he had to, at some point, harass other students too, due to peer pressure or free will, it had to happen eventually).

It is also questionable why they would bully him. Did they only bully Snape because he insulted Lily or was there more? Did Snape offend one of them personally or was there any specific reason other than him being a Slytherin and seen as a soon-to-be Death Eater? Was the only reason to bully him that he insulted Lily? Potter was in love with Lily, sure, but Lily could've defended herself, right? And as fellow Gryffindors and his best friends, it shows loyalty that Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black helped Potter but other than Lupin being close friends with Lily, the others hadn't had a close relationship (at least in canon) with her, so other than being loyal to their house and kicking the ass of a Slytherin (I don't really know if just metaphorically or if punching him was really a thing), there was nothing for them in it which is morally debatable.

Maybe they are equal to each other because they don't really differ from each other. I mean, objectively seen. The both of them are bullies, even if Snape's words maybe hurt more than Potter's, it makes them still a bully. And seen as they may be equal, they don't deserve a different treatment, right?

And that's exactly the point where I struggle because years ago when I read Harry Potter, I thought of Snape as a decent character (maybe younger me wanted to be different (main character) because everyone hated Snape) and then I entered the Marauders fandom and realized what Snape did (mainly he is seen as Lily's insulter, I think?). The fact that Potter made his life a living hell with the help of his friends (of whom at least two where unrelated to the actual issue) and displayed also an awful bully slipped my mind. It's just so confusing where you draw the line between good and bad or black and white, you know?

Maybe Potter and Snape are both morally grey characters because they both did good things but also bad things? Realistically, not every villain is born as a villain. There are many factors that influence the behaviour of a person for example how the person is treated in their childhood by parents or friends, how they grow up or by what people they are surrounded which makes every human being a morally grey character because no one can be only bad or only good. What I'm trying to say is that it depends on which part of a person you consult to judge them. There can never be a definite decision on a person because there's rarely someone that counts as only good or only bad because there sure are things in the past that weren't exactly good or specifically bad. Also, everyone sees a person differently because they met a different part of this certain person.

I'm not trying to find an excuse for what Voldemort or Darth Vader or Hitler or Queen Victoria or any other villain/head of state/dictator (fictional or not) did because there definitely is no excuse for any of it. But I'm only trying to explain the Potter-Snape-dynamic a little.

All I'm saying is that we can't praise the Marauders as high as we do and forget that they insulted Snape as well as Snape insulted Lily. Maybe not as hurtful but I think being called a hurtful nickname comes close to being insulted as a mudblood. Both is bullying and there is simply no excuse for a thing like that.

Anyway, I am not saying that Snape is the ultimate villain of the story and that he should go to hell or that the Marauders are all trash and should be convicted guilty for everything they did to Snape. Just remember that not all that glitters is gold. Humans have many facettes and no matter how well you know them, you probably will never see all of them. It's the same with fictional characters. Everyone is a grey zone and can't be all black or all white.

However, I am up for questions or a discussion or answers regarding this topic. Again, you can point out anything that I got wrong because maybe this helps me to resolve the confusion I'm in right now.

[ashboilol]

All the villains in HP except Barty have horrible reasons, and Snape who had valid reasons to be a villain, was a good guy. Imagine if Snape was a villain.

Lily and Petunia just chilling, then Lily jumps off the swing and bounces off the ground.

Petunia: Lily, you're not allowed to do that!

Snape, randomly appearing: I know what you are. Lily, you're a witch. Why don't we become friends? I'm a wizard, and I can teach you a lot.

Petunia: Wizard indeed! You're that Snape boy, from down the river. Why are you spying on us?

Snape: Spying? Bitch, do you think you own this playground? I came here for conversation, and with Lily alone, not you. Who are you anyway? Rose, is it?

Petunia, offended by the last part: Come on Lily!

Snape: Cmon, think about it.

Lily, after 5 minutes of intense thinking: I'll stay here.

...

Lily: So when do we get the letter?

Snape: When you turn 11. Well, due to this dumbass belief wizards have that Muggles need to be told this personally, some rando will come and explain this to your parents. There is also a wizard prison called Azkaban, but you're too good to go there. That's for stupid criminals who get caught due to no skill whatsoever.

Lily: Does it have prison guards?

Snape: You think?! There are shadowy figures called Dementors, that suck the life out of people. They're wizarding leeches.

Petunia, appearing out of nowhere: Hey, the hell are you telling my sister about-

Snape: I tell my sister what I want to.

Petunia: What's that you're wearing? Your mum's blouse?

A big branch falls from the tree and hits Petunia.

Lily: Did you do that?

Snape: Literally half of our conversation before Azkaban was about accidental magic. Why the hell are yoy blaming me? I legit explained to you for 10 minutes about accidental magic and I get this bullshit.

...

On Hogwarts...

Lily: I don't wanna talk to you, Snape.

Snape: Why? What the hell did I do this time?

Lily: Tuney hates me. Because we saw that letter-

Snape: So who the fuck suggested we do it? I tried to tell you not to do it but you insisted. So don't give me your bullshit.

Lily: Yeah you're right, sorry Sev. Anyway, what house do you want to be in? I'm hoping whatever house you're in.

Snape: Slytherin then. Which I hoped too.

James: Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think-

Snape: Listen bastard, no one here gives a crow's shit what you think. So please, don't give us your unwanted bullshit. Also, leave.

James: Why don't- *is badly cursed by Snape* I think I'll leave.

...

Fast forward to fifth year. Snape has just finished cursing the Gryffindor fuckers who apparently thought they could call Snape "Snivellus" and get away with it. Sirius confronts Snape.

Sirius: Oi, Sniv-

Sirius is hit by a curse.

Sirius: Oi, Snape, you want to know what we get up to so badly, right? Well, just go underneath the Whomping Willow and you'll find out.

Snape: You fool. I was trying to find out so I could murder that little werewolf friend of yours, but Dumby plays too smart for my evidence to count.

That night...

Snape goes past the Whomping Willow into the Shrieking Shack. He sees Remus fully transformed into a werewolf, and is unsurprised.

Snape: Homorphus!

Remus detransforms.

James: Oi, Snape- REMUS?! HOW THE HELL ARE YOU NOT TRANSFORMED YET?!

Snape: Thanks to me. Sectumsempra!

James is hit, and badly injured.

Remus: Ex-

Snape deflects it, and Remus is disarmed.

Snape: C'mon werewolf, I'm taking you to the school and exposing you to everyone.

Snape takes Remus up to the whole school, but he is caught by Dumbledore.

In Dumbledore's office...

Dumbledore: So, you cursed Mr.Potter, and attempted to expose Mr.Lupin. Am I right?

Snape: Why old man, you are. And I WILL expose the werewolf to the whole school.

Sirius: Sir, he deserves expulsion! He cursed James-

Snape: SILENCE! Only I will speak now. Dumby, before you even think of threatening me with expulsion, I know of your past with a certain Grindelwald.

Dumbledore pales harder than any human or ghost ever paled.

Dumbledore: You cannot tell anyone-

Snape: No, but I met Grindelwald, and he can.

Dumbledore: No, please. I don't care what you do, don't leak my past with Grindelwald.

Snape: There you go. I will leak the werewolf's secret, and also, AVADA KEDAVRA!

Everyone gasps as Remus dies.

Dumbledore: Atleast cure Mr.Potter.

Snape: Fine.

James, for plot's sake, is cured.

...

Lily and Snape are breaking their friendship off, just this time it is because Snape killed Remus.

Snape: Fuck you. I taught you how to control, harness and use magic better than any professor, for this?! All for what? Because I exposed and killed a dark creature?

Lily: It's not about that only. I've been making excuses for you for years-

Snape: So what have I been saying to Mulciber? You're far from being the only one making excuses. And I don't care what your dumb friends think of me, my friends hate you too.

Lily: Aside from that, you and your precious little Death Eater friends, you cannot wait to join him once you graduate, can you? I can't pretend anymore.

Snape: You stupid girl, you're just like everyone else, a traitor. I gave you a chance, but all for what? You to pine over your golden boy Potter, huh?! POTTER! No, he's so handsome and cool, and he's such a Quidditch hero, ISN'T HE?! You think he's so amazing, don't you?! Never mind that he's your best friend's tormentor, it's a rivalry, isn't it, four on one?!

Lily: He attempted to save you-

Snape: POTTER NEVER SAVED ME! He attempted murder on me, then got cold feet and tried to backtrack, but no. He is brave for this, am I right?

Lily: So-

Snape: No, I've taken your bullshit for too long. From the start I was the villain. WELL IF THAT'S WHAT YOU AND YOUR PRECIOUS GRYFFINDORS WANT, THAT'S WHAT YOU GUYS WILL GET! Goodbye, Lily.

...

Snape is going to sign up to Voldemort.

Voldemort arrives at their meeting spot.

Voldemort: So, you wish to join me?

Snape: Why indeed, considering the Light wronged me relentlessly and I have nothing to lose anymore, I shall join you.

Voldemort: I see. But why at the ripe age of fifteen?

Snape: Because I wish to join you. My schoolmates are dunderheads, and I wish to get rid of them.

Voldemort: Very well.

Snape is branded the Dark Mark.

...

Snape has been sent by Voldemort to spy on Dumbledore. Snape is also planning to kill Voldemort. As Snape sees Dumbledore, he deicdes to follow the old mugwump. The old man goes into a room, and Snape turns himself invisible and sneaks inside. He sees a woman dressed even more peculiar than him.

Dumbledore: Sybill, please tell me a prophecy.

Trelawney tells the whole prophecy to Dumbledore. Snape sees this as an opportunity to take over and get his revenge on the world, and shoots an AK at Dumbledore from behind. He then turns himself visible, and casts Silencio on Trelawney. He then breaks the window and flies off to Voldemort.

At Voldemort's base, Snape repeats the prophecy to Voldemort. Voldemort decides to go after the Potters. Snape, seeing this as his chance to kill both James and Lily Potter, goes along.

At the Potters' house...

James: Alright, Pads, Lily-

Voldemort, appearing suddenly: Avada Kedavra!

James is killed.

Snape kills Sirius and Lily, and then shoots an AK at Voldemort from behind. Voldemort is turned to his powerless state as in canon. Snape then takes a look at baby Harry and decides that he is going to make this boy his minion, since this boy has the power to defeat Voldemort.

[the16thtower]

Harry Potter: be born with privilege or you're fucked

(Backstory: I was chopping garlic when the 'crush it, don't cut it' instructions from the Half-Blood Prince were beamed into my head out of nowhere and suddenly, I was wondering how the fuck Snape even got the chance to learn that. It then escalated to a 90 minute rant at my poor partner about this topic)

I'll preface this by saying that I'm sure this isn't the first time someone has made this point and I doubt this is a unique point of criticism. I’m also debating how accessible I make this, since this is probably going to be more interesting to those who are unfamiliar with the writing in the Harry Potter series. That being said...

Joanne has this weird tension throughout the entire series where textually, she'll say that characters are dictated by their choices and are capable of becoming whoever they want to be, but subtextually, characters’ opportunities and identities tend to remain static, determined either through legacy/inheritance or innate talents and qualities.

The biggest offenders

Obviously, the epitome of this is Harry:

Inherits the Invisibility Cloak from his dad that allows him to succeed over and over again

Inherits both Grimmauld Place and Kreacher from Sirius, giving him both a safehouse and the means to find out what happened to the locket Horcrux

Is an innately good Quidditch player, a quality that characters attribute to being inherited from his father

Gains Parseltongue and a telepathic connection with Voldemort as a result of becoming his Horcrux (not strictly genetic/familial inheritance but he has it for nearly all his life so I think it counts)

The goddamn prophecy stating that he as a baby will take down Voldemort (and don't start on Neville, I'll get to him)

Inherits the large fortune of the Potter family

He gets to keep the Marauders' Map in the epilogue of the Prisoner of Azkaban because Remus thinks he deserves to inherit a creation of his father's (plus he got it in the first place from Fred and George)

Is protected by Voldemort via the blessing from his mother that requires him to live with blood relatives to be perpetuated (quick sidenote: I'm doing a lot of research to clarify some of my points because it's been a long time since I've read these books and the specifics on how that blood charm functions are vague as hell, to the point where it feels like it's just there to justify placing Harry with abusive biological family)

The whole Boy Who Lived persona - for practically his entire life, Harry receives celebrity status for surviving and killing Voldemort as an infant

Inherits the Resurrection Stone and the Sword of Gryffindor from Dumbledore

His initial wand being a "twin” to Voldemort’s due to both sharing the same phoenix feather core, which triggers the Priori Incantatem effect that allows Harry to escape during his duel with Voldemort in the Goblet of Fire. The wands being connected allows Harry's wand to act on its own accord in The Deathly Hallows, spitting out golden fire at Voldemort during the Order of the Phoenix's effort to move Harry permanently out of Privet Drive.

Kills Voldemort not through skill but because the Elder Wand recognised him as its rightful master (after a massive game of telephone surrounding who rightfully gets to inherit it post Dumbeldore's death), allowing for Voldemort's spell in the final duel to be rebounded back at him

Voldemort is fairly similar, which makes sense as he's one of Harry's main character foils.

Being a descendant of Salazar Slytherin allows him to inherit Parseltongue and access the Chamber of Secrets

He's also a descendant of one of the Peverell brothers of the Deathly Hallows, allowing him to inherit the Resurrection Stone as the Gaunt family ring

The whole "being unable to love due to being conceived under a love potion" thing

He’s a magical prodigy from a very young age, before he’s even given access to a wand, and is capable of spellcraft that others cannot achieve. He's basically the strongest wizard in the world aside from Dumbledore, and is good at everything from reading minds to dueling to potion making. God, I'm reading through the Wiki page right now for all of his powers and it really just boils down to "everything". He's created a shit tonne of spells too.

Snape is a lesser offender but my observations on him catalysed this "essay":

He's described as being more skilled at the dark arts at 11 than most seventh years and created a long list of his own spells - again, another prodigy

He also created his own variations on potions that allowed someone like Harry (who's been reiterated as mediocre with potion-making) to succeed in Slughorn's class – he’s implied by Slughorn to be the best potions expert seen within the series as a teenager. As an adult, he’s responsible for brewing the potion that keeps Dumbledore alive after being cursed in the sixth book and for brewing the draught that keeps Remus’ wolf form docile in the third, potions that don’t appear to be brewable by any other character.

Hermione is another prodigy who, while not having a lot going for her in terms of legacy/inheritance, is also earmarked as innately special. Intelligence and magical ability aside, her access to the Time Turner as a 13 year old is fucking buckwild. Especially since McGonagall had to write to the Ministry for her to use it and receives approval because Hermione is seen as a responsible enough person. This clearly isn’t a privilege that’s awarded to dedicated students either, this is just her being special.

This next bit isn't really the strongest bit of evidence supporting my cause but I'm putting it in here because it weirdly fits in with everything else: Scabbers/Peter Pettigrew is introduced into the story via Ron inheriting him from Percy. Whether a proper Chekov's gun or a plot point that Joanne came up with later, it still fits this ever-present idea that you have to be born into being important.

2. Magic only works when you're good at it...

This next bit may be more of a consequence of the series having a more soft-magic approach than hard magic (soft magic having little to no rules/limitations on how magic functions vs hard magic being very specific on how it can be used). However, because Joanne never really describes how new spells get created or elucidates on what makes certain spells harder to perform than others - the method to become an Animagus or creating Horcruxes come immediately to mind - new and/or difficult spells only get performed by characters who have been marked as special from the get-go.

Hermione, Snape, Dumbledore, and Voldemort are some of the only characters we met that we see creating their own spells and are all described as geniuses one way or another. Others like Sirius and James are also well-established as talented students to help justify why they're capable of creating items like the Maurauder's Map.

3. The genetics of magic

The idea of the Squib (non-wizard born to a wizard family) is  an under-discussed concept within the series - disciplines like Herbology, Potions, and Magical Creature Care don't appear to require wand usage yet Squibs are still barred from attending Hogwarts. We only meet two Squibs within the entire series and both are elderly people who are treated unfavourably by Joanne (Filch is a pathetic curmudgeon ridiculed by students and Arabella Figg is barely in the plot and doesn’t seem to actively participate in wizard society). Again, another instance where Joanne makes it clear that if you're not born in the right circumstances, you're fucked.

This goes without saying but it's also worth repeating in this context: there's a lot of blood quantum and pedigree within the series in regard to wizarding blood, and being pureblood is still seen as highly prized at best and neutral at worst depending on the social context, despite the highly implied inbreeding and pervasive supremacist attitudes associated with these lineages. Meanwhile, while being Muggleborn doesn’t carry stigma in mainstream wizard society, it’s not uncommon for wizards to be ignorant and condescending in Muggle matters. There’s multiple times where Hermione as our main Muggleborn character is embarrassed or ridiculed intentionally or otherwise for having a different upbringing to conventional wizards. Or, vice versa, where her lack of upbringing in wizard culture puts her at odds with other characters. S.P.E.W. is the biggest example where her pointing out and trying to remedy a genuinely heinous part of wizard society is treated both in-universe and by Joanne as her just being bossy and overbearing as per usual.

A brief aside: from memory, I can’t remember a major Muggleborn character aside from Hermione. Most of Harry’s classmates are either pure or half blood.

When it’s comparatively rare to get a wizard from Muggles and it’s rare to get a non-magical person from wizards, it does stress the point that how you’re born/your lineage is a big deal.

(Just looked up Muggleborn characters and apparently Joanne stated in a 2007 webchat that Muggleborns are descended from Squibs… my point stands. And in terms of notable Muggleborn characters, we have Lily Potter, the Creevey brothers, Moaning Myrtle, and Colin Finch-Fletchley. The term “notable” is doing a lot of heavy lifting here.)

4. Wizard culture sometimes gets pointed out as fucked up and then no one acknowledges it again

The existence of Slytherin House is a big example of when Joanne says one thing but means another: Harry being a good fit for Slytherin according to the Sorting Hat initially comes across as somewhat subversive in that the hero possesses conventionally negative traits and implies that the demographic for Slytherin is much more diverse than we've been led to believe. But between the book never having a single heroic or even positive Slytherin student and Harry's Parseltongue being from Voldemort, that undermines any semblance of nuance. The existence of Peter Pettigrew as an "evil" Gryffindor similarly compounds this, since Joanne makes it clear that Pettigrew has been a pathetic dude his whole life, riding on the coattails of more competent men like James and Sirius.

And before this gets brought up, both Regulus Black and Snape still became Death Eaters, with Black dying without making meaningful change and Snape being motivated by selfish reasons to become a double agent for Dumbledore and never really renouncing the views that led to him becoming a Death Eater in the first place. They both did a lot of bad before their betrayals of Voldemort, and can’t be seen as solely heroic or just.

The Sorting Hat explains in-canon that it places people based on where they’d be the happiest or excel the most but these assignments received at 11 years old become the greatest signifiers of identity for wizards even as adults. House assignment and blood status are two of the common pieces of information we receive about a character to the point where, if you go through the Harry Potter wiki, you can find out that exact info about minor characters who maybe have had one line or been mentioned by name alone.

The distinction between your most prominent qualities and what qualities you should embrace becomes meaningless anyway - the most conflict we see between a character and their house is in Harry in the second book, and it’s based mostly off him being the suspected Heir of Slytherin. There is an argument to be made for Neville as well, but he stands up to Harry, Ron, and Hermione at the end of the first book and his character arc for the rest of the series is slowly proving more and more how well he embodies Gryffindor’s ideals until it culminates in him pulling the Sword of Gryffindor.

Pivoting to the wizarding world at large, there’s a lot of humanoids within the series that Joanne toys with giving sympathetic treatment before ignoring them and returning to the status quo because “hey, they’re not wizards.” Obviously, first to mind are the goblins and house elfs (not going to touch on the anti-Semitic nature of the goblins, more qualified people have covered this) but the centaurs are also a problem. They’re briefly humanised through the character Firenze, who saves Harry in the first book and eventually takes over Divination classes when Trelawney is fired, but he’s explicitly an anomaly to the rest of the centaurs, who end up brutalising Umbrage. Similarly, we get Grawp (Hagrid’s half-brother) who’s meant to humanise us to the giants, but the series still returns to the idea of the giants as a violent, primitive monolith and they end up siding with the Death Eaters in the Second Wizarding War.

5. Joanne’s not really one for character arcs

This next bit is more to do with the series' genre, being essentially a boarding school mystery more than strict fantasy, but characters don't often actively change in the series - instead, characters are typically reframed via new information.

1st book: Quirrell (secretly Voldemort), Snape (he's actually good)

2nd book: Hagrid (not the heir of Slytherin), Tom Riddle (he's Voldemort), Gilderoy Lockhart (fraud and plagiarist)

3rd book: Remus (werewolf), Sirius (didn't betray Harry's parents/kill Peter), Peter Pettigrew (didn't die, actually betrayed Harry's parents)

4th book: Mad Eye Moody/Barty Crouch Jr

5th book: Umbridge (sent the dementor after Harry)

6th book: Tom Riddle/Voldemort again (backstory)

7th book: Snape again (he's still 'good'), Dumbledore (had fascist leanings as a young adult, knew Harry needed to die to kill Voldemort for good)

After a while, this trend reinforces this idea of innate quality that sooner or later characters must return to. No significant change is really permanent because Hagrid wasn’t actually the Heir of Slytherin, Sirius didn’t really betray his friends, Dumbledore wasn’t caught off guard and murdered in cold blood, Ron doesn’t mean to abandon his friends for as long as he does in the hunt for the horcruxes....

And often when characters do change in meaningful ways, we aren’t shown what happened to initiate this, like with Peter Pettigrew betraying the Potters or when Lily started dating James despite his cruelty. That last one is especially egregious, since the jump between James torturing Snape and James and Lily getting together is waved away by Sirius going “yeah, he was a bit of a dickhead but he grew up”.

If we looked at each major character's arc over the series, what can we genuinely say is different about them now? Maybe that Ron is a little less stubborn and obnoxious than he was as a pre-teen and Draco is not as much of a wizarding supremacist as his father. Draco doesn’t get much of a real redemption – he doesn’t ID Harry to the Snatchers, preventing him from getting turned over to Voldemort, but then he still tries to stop him in the Room of Requirement so that becomes a moot point. Also, he still marries Astoria Greengrass, a pureblood, so it's not like he's really evolved.

Neville probably had the most significant changes within the series, growing from an awkward, clumsy kid into a confident adult, but so much of this is him becoming in essence what he was always meant to be. His actions in supporting the wizarding resistance mirror his parents' work as Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix. He still fulfils the prophecy in beheading Nagini, the last Horcrux, helping to defeat Voldemort, a prophecy that previously could have applied to either him or Harry.

The epilogue really just drives home the whole point that Joanne sees everyone as born into specific roles: everyone is paired up with the member of the opposite sex that they were associated the most with in high school (forgive me, I’m an ace tranny and pointless match ups are a sin to me). But more to the point, they’ve taken their parents’ place and their kids are all analogues for them at the same age. Despite everything that happened, everything’s exactly the same or as it should be. They’re still separate from Muggles despite how wizard supremacy drove the previous conflict (and a lot of previous conflicts in-universe), Harry works in the government as an Auror despite being targeted by two different administrations (one of which wasn’t Voldemort-controlled), and known (presumably former) Death Eaters like Draco are still showing their faces in public. Almost identical to how things were at the start of the series.

No one is capable of change. The heroes are good, the villains are bad, and status quo is king.

As my partner pointed out while I was nearly hysterical ranting about this, it’s very much a middle class fantasy: you are born into a certain level of privilege that is owed to you and your success is practically guaranteed. Circumstances may change but the status quo inevitably keeps everyone in their rightful place, because don’t worry: you’re special.

In light of Joanne’s politics, particularly what she’s expressed in recent years, it’s interesting to see how this motif manifests in her writing.

[hoarding-niffler]

I hate how much Ravenclaw gets shafted. It's like somehow this house offended or angered someone in particular and decided to just give them no love for some reason. It's extremely frustrating too because this house is BARELY touched upon in the books. We get to know a lot about the other three houses. Why can't we get to know more about Ravenclaw and its history?

To be honest I am probably part of the problem? I'm not even trying to create Ravenclaw content and I don't really know why that is... maybe it's because the thought of having to write a smart character is awfully intimidating. Not that I think I'm dumb, but I'm also not super smart... and I cannot really identify with their stereotype. Luna Lovegood is probably THE ONLY ONE but I wouldn't want to write a character who's just like her. Or like you said, it's difficult to create when you have barely any source material to guide you. JK Terfling clearly favoured Gryffindor and Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were the necessary but unloved step-children. Headcanons are all well and good, but you need SOME basis and boundaries. It's harder to work without them, which is probably another reason why there's not a lot of Ravenclaw content.

That being said: Anyone writing Ravenclaw content, please make some noise under this post so this Nonny has some people to follow!

[skylarstark4826]

"You're joking." She scoffed. He suggested canoeing as a 'surprise' for Friday afternoon. The canoe in question lay on the shore with a set of oars perched on the benches.

He cocked his head. "Can't swim, Bell?"

She frowned. "I'm practically a selkie, but I don't trust you not to strand me on an island. Also, I get motion sick if I'm not the one in control."

Blaise mimicked her posture, hands on his hips. "Fine. Let's swim."

"Fine."

"Good." He shucked his shirt off and tossed his wand beside it.

"What are you doing?" 

"I'm swimming. I don't know what you're doing." His boots came off. "Come on, campanellino. We're burning daylight." 

Katie raised an eyebrow. "You're not going to get your trunks?"

"Does my body offend you?"

She rolled her eyes, turning away. "Do whatever you want; us Gryffindors are civilized creatures." Katie hooked her fingers in the waistband of her denim shorts, which skimmed the base of her arse cheeks enough to make a casual observer wonder if she wore knickers beneath them. She did. She stepped out of them, placing her own wand on the ground with a wiggle. His lip slipped between his teeth, and he traced the curve of her bum with a hot stare.

He growled. "I'd never call Gryffindors civilized." 

"You wouldn't know 'civilized' if it hit you in the face." She whirled around and tossed her shorts at him, but his trousers were passing over his knees as she did and the denim slapped against his cheek with a thwack! Katie doubled over and cackled.

He threw her over his shoulder and marched to the dock. "Argh! Blaise!" She pounded on his back, but he pinched her leg. She squealed. "You'll pay for that!" 

"Oh? Will I?" Blaise stepped off the end of the dock, and pulled her under the water with him; he burst back to the surface with a satisfied bark of laughter. Katie clung to his neck, sputtering.

"Stop, stop!" she conceded. "I'm in, I'm wet."

"That's the goal." He pecked her on the cheek. "Can I show you my favorite part of the lake?" 

Katie narrowed her eyes. "Depends. Is it the bottom?" His dimples deepened, but he said nothing; the arm around her waist slid a lower. She wrinkled her nose at him and shook her head. He liked to push the boundary further and further.

Blaise transferred her to his back; her arms wrapped over his shoulders. He swam to a small inlet, where the lake curved around itself and the shoreline was shallow enough to stand on one's tip-toes. The feeling of her stomach against his smooth back muscles made her whole body tingle. 

He grabbed a log which lay half on land and buoyed them for a momentary rest. Katie hoisted herself up, threw a leg over and straddled it. The breeze on her wet skin distracted from the thrumming which built in her. She folded herself into a ball with her knees against her chest.

Blaise quirked an eyebrow. "You've got strong arms, Chaser Bell. Must be why Gryffindor keeps winning." 

She snorted. "You haven't been to a match since first term."

"I go to every match!"

"You do not."

"Excuse me! Yes, I do. I sit with Dean in the box. I have memorized the curve of your arse in a uniform." He winked and folded his arms over the log. The inlet was clouded with algae, which glowed in the waning light. Blaise didn't care; plant life swirled around his body. He floated back from her with a funny look on his face, treading water. The ripples lapped at his skin. "Do you think you'll ever let me kiss you?"

"Is that why you invited me here?"

"You like me."

“What do your mates say when you sit with me in the Great Hall?”

He looked away and shook his head. "Fuck them." 

She sighed. "Blaise--."

“Katie!” He bobbed towards her and held out a hand. He rubbed her knuckles. "I invited you because I like you. That’s it."

"Mum didn't want me to come here; she thinks I’m ‘fragile’ right now." 

He frowned. “You’re strong."

“Hanging around a Gryffindor--Your house will disown you--”

“Slytherin house does not speak for me.” He rubbed her knee. “You believe that, don’t you?”

Katie looked down at their joined hands and squeezed. She supposed she did, by now. "I want to spend time with you, I’m just… scared. I will try to relax this weekend, at least."

"I can live with that." He smiled up at her without an ounce of judgment. 

Katie touched his jaw. He was so gentle with her. Flirtatious, yes, and sometimes too forward. Much too handsome for his own good. Always gentle, when it counted. He had visited her in the hospital wing after she was cursed. They shared a desk in Transfiguration all term, so he brought her homework to pass the time. And sweets. It was starting to make sense why he had withdrawn from the other Slytherins, but it wasn’t just about her. He had a good heart. Her chest ached. What would she do if war broke out and something happened to him? What was her real fear, here? 

"Blaise," she breathed. 

He cupped her cheek. Blaise pulled himself onto the log and his breath passed over her face in soft, determined huff. The golden irises of his eyes flickered back and forth as he studied hers. Her fingers walked up his forearms. She leaned forward the tiniest bit, and his expression changed from concern to sweetness. Even though they shouldn't, and she stood by it... she kissed him. His lips cradled hers, worrying them with a gentle tug. He pulled back and kissed her forehead. His thumbs brushed her jaw.

"Let’s go, the clouds are getting dark." He let her lead, swimming a few yards behind her. By the time they reached land again, the skies opened up. The abandoned canoe inched towards the lake as the ground soaked up the water. 

"Bollocks," Katie gasped once under the porch's overhang. She tried to catch her breath. "I think I dropped my wand."

"I'll find it!" The svelte Italian bolted out into the rainstorm again, starkers except for his soaked briefs. He found her wand by the dock and came running back to the porch. The path was thick with mud, and Blaise was its unfortunate victim. His face smacked against the ground with a shallow slap. He groaned. 

"Oh gods!" She ran to him.

Mud plastered his entire front. He laughed. "I think I twisted my ankle and some mud went down my pants. But I found your wand!" 

"You could've accio'd it!" Katie took her wand from him. She grasped his hands to help him stand as rain pelted them.

"Bloody mud." He winced as he stepped forward. "I need your help."

He wound his arm over her shoulders, and she held his waist. They made it inside and Katie got him to his room; she left him to his own devices there and attempted not to burst into flames, after having his bare skin against hers for the second--no, third time that day. She fanned her face. Gods. 

She tossed their wet clothes over the chairs at the kitchen table. A hot-air spell put them right. She toweled off her hair and changed into pyjamas. Blaise hobbled back to the living room, having scourgefiedany trace of mud from his body. He had opted for a tee shirt and flannel pyjama bottoms printed with tiny gold Z's. 

"You're adorable." He looked her up and down with the same interest as when he had observed her in her knickers. 

She cleared her throat. "Sit on the sofa!" She gathered ice from the kitchen. He propped his foot on a sofa pillow. He let her cuff his trouser leg and prod his skin to figure out where he strained his ankle, wincing only when she found the swollen pocket. Rest and ice was in order.

He watched her with quiet heat in his eyes.

She didn't want to stop touching him. Now that the boundary had been broken, she wondered why she resisted him for so long… other than delicate house politics. She rubbed his shin, as if that would do anything to aid his recovery. 

The kiss. The look in his eyes when she had leaned in... heat, and gentleness. It was arresting and constant since they became close. 

What if this is our only chance? she thought. 

More than anything, she was relieved she had mustered a bit of bravery to kiss him, but what now? His eyes twinkled when she met his gaze. He wanted her. She... vibrated with want.

"Do you know why I have this cabin?" he asked. She sat at the other end of the sofa to put distance between them and shook her head. "My father went into hospital early last year, and I couldn't handle visiting him. Mum basically lived at St. Mungo’s, so I had the house to myself. I was going mental. I found this place by accident. Mum was keen on it. She's been here a few times since my father passed. I spent the first--three weeks after he died?--laying in a hammock out back."

"So… that’s why you’re not hanging around Malfoy?" 

"Yes. I had to get my head straight. What I want is much… clearer."

She sighed, hand to forehead. "Teach me your ways."

"Well, first thing is rest." He held out his arms. She breathed out in relief, settling her body between his and the back of the sofa. He pillowed her head on his shoulder. "Though I don't sleep much, scrolling through a million bad memories."

"Mmm." She laced her fingers with his. "Maybe you'd sleep better if you weren't alone."

He raised an eyebrow. "Is that an offer?"

"I'm pretty good at snuggling." She wiggled against him.

He looked down at her and his face was struck with seriousness. " Campanellino..." He touched her cheek.

"What does campanellino mean?"

"Little Bell," Blaise said. “Are you not? La mia campanellino?” He kissed the top of her head and full-body chills rippled through her. 

Fuck it.

She pushed up on one arm and leaned forward, hair tickling his chest. She kissed him. He brushed her hair back and tugged on it lightly. He took her cheeks in his hands, then. "I want to respect your wishes," he murmured against her lips.

"My wishes changed." Katie's fingers curled into the front of his shirt. Blaise scooted back against the arm of the couch obediently. She touched his bottom lip. Such full, soft lips he had, which wrapped around the tip of her finger for a brief moment. An unspoken question.

His eyes flashed and he nodded once. Katie crouched to kiss him again and he grabbed her hips. She swung a knee over his legs. He winced, kicking the ice pack off the sofa and pulling her against him. "Oh! Your ankle--"

"Fuck my ankle." Blaise growled. He kissed her jaw and down her throat, laving her pulse. Her whole body tingled. It wasn't enough. She rucked his shirt up his torso. He took the message and pulled it off, tearing his lips away from her skin long enough to pass the fabric over his head. He pulled hers off, too. "What changed your mind?"

She pinned him against the arm. "Your openness." She smiled against his mouth. His tongue flickered at the seam of her lips and dared them to open. Her tongue met his.

"Talking--ah--!!" He gasped. Her fingers whispered over the plane of his stomach towards his waistband. "--talking about my emotions turns you on?" His head fell back as she cupped him through the flannel.

"Amongst other things." The list of ‘things’ was long, and detailed. Another thing occurred to her: "I'm on the potion, and I'm clean." 

"Good. So am I--oh my gods." His face was blissful. 

"What do you want?"

"You, cara. Anything--don't stop."

"Where?"

"Here." He removed her hands from where they were teasing him and canted his hips, attempting to wiggle out of his trousers without dislodging her from his lap. He pitched Katie forward and nearly off the side of the sofa. She laughed and hopped off of him. 

Without an ounce of shyness, Blaise divested himself of his pyjamas and held out his hands to her again, but Katie shook her head. She turned away from him and peeled her own trousers off, as she had done with her shorts by the lake.

"You're killing me," he said hoarsely. She glanced at him over her shoulder, taking her knickers off next at a torturously slow pace. She blushed, but he didn't care. He ran a hand over his face and reached for her wrist, tugging her back to him. She fell against him and he adjusted, lifting her to straddle him. She felt quite self-conscious under his gaze and moved to cover her breasts, but he touched her chin. 

"Are you all right?" 

"Nervous," she admitted.

His cock jumped beneath her as she sat over him. "I'll stop if you say 'stop." He was deadly serious and she shook her head.

"Don't stop," she affirmed. She kissed him as his hands moved up her thighs.

"Can I touch you?" His touch paused at the crease of her hip. She nodded. He smiled and studied her face as he found her folds, which were thrumming to be touched. She was wet and so thankful to feel him. He eased his fingers inside her, just two--it was enough to make her knees go weak. She pressed her forehead to his shoulder and drove herself back onto his hand. 

"Katie--" he whispered into her temple. "You feel incredible."

"I'm--"

"You're perfect." He pumped her slowly, ramping up her desire. If she had been able to form words, she would've told him that all it took to make her wet was him giving her one of those piercing looks of his, that she had tried to date last term but no one else made her feel this way--but then again, this was far and away better than what she had ever hoped for. She let out a low whine and her hand found his cock between their stomachs, which made him pause his ministrations to her. He was hard just from watching her pleasure and preparing her, but he still gasped when she stroked him.

She didn't ask his permission, but she knew she had it anyway--Katie sat up and leveled her center over him. She was tight indeed, but she took her time and he let her; little by little, in incremental pumps, she took him fully inside her. Once her hip bones bumped against his, he held her still and breathed out.

"Cara, I could die now and be happy." He kissed her so softly she wanted to cry. In response, she lifted her hips. How very much she wanted to make him happier. They found a rhythm--slow but sure, clinging to each other like they might float apart at any moment. His breath grew shallow. Katie reached behind her and ran her nails up the inside of his thigh, tiny prickling trails that made his hips jolt up. "Oh, fuck!" He was close, but he wasn't about to let her get the best of him.

Blaise found her clit and massaged it in measured circles, inducing a silent moan from her open mouth. "Please," she whispered. He coaxed her, pushing her down to meet him with one hand, and touching her sensitive nub with the other, until she tightened like a vice around him and arched her back. He cupped her breasts, her waist, her arse as she came down from her high. Her head fell forward and she met his thrusting pace, squeezing her inner muscles, even though she was sensitive and shaking, until he thrust erratically and reached his own release. He hugged her to his chest and refused to let her move while he caught his breath.

"Merlin," Katie breathed against his neck. 

He chuckled warmly. "So much for not doing this."

"You regret it, then." She pinched his nipple.

He pinched her bum in retaliation. "Not on your life." He pulled out of her and they both gasped at the loss of intimate contact. Katie hopped up and resisted the urge to cover her body. They exchanged several giddy looks as she gathered her pyjamas and padded to the washroom. “Hey.” She turned back to him. He smiled. “You don’t have to worry. About me. If the war does happen, I’m with you.”

Katie leaned against the door. “What if they don’t give you a choice?”

“I know what I believe in. You just have to trust me.”

She shrugged. “What would you have me do?”

“Well,” he said, turning to the side and tentatively standing on his good foot. He hobbled to her, which was comical in his naked state. “I have spent the last several years lusting after you and now--” he dipped his head and kissed her. “I find I’m addicted. So. For now , you’ll stay with me, here, until the end of Summer break.”

She bit her lip. “I’m supposed to train while we’re off.”

“I’ll train with you.”

“You will?” she laughed.

“I was a chaser!”

“Yes, you’re good at chasing.” She stood on her tip-toes and kissed him again. “Fine. I’ll owl my parents tomorrow and have them send my broom, and some more clothes.”

Blaise lifted her off her feet and peppered her face with kisses. “This will be our best Summer yet.”

Even though it felt cruel or stupid to brush off the fact that they might soon face very real danger, Katie couldn’t help but be grateful for Blaise Zabini. The boy who chased.

[humanoidalien27]

New chapter!

Content warning: backstabbing and creepy/rude people.

Also the main character is a bit more brusque than usual because she's out of her comfort zone and feels very vulnerable.

.....

Chapter 7

Newly Wedded Friends

   You felt like an idiot. You've never been good with walking in dresses and the one Felix brought back for you was ridiculously expensive.

You didn't bother with the make-up, being your face wasn't going to be on display.

"Stop fussing you two," Felix said batting Sebastian's hands from his collar for the tenth time. "You're playing two people born into this kind of lifestyle."

"Who exactly are we playing the role of?" Sebastian asked, scratching his neck when Felix turned his back.

"Well, my family is a long line of Gryffindors, part of us being directly descendant of Godric-"

"Really?" Ominis asked.

Felix nodded with a smile. It had been the first time Ominis took an interest in anything he said.

"So, we always get invited to parties. But my darling, albeit, spoiled sister just got married and the family decided to be a pest and follow them on their honeymoon, because he's not their standard or something."

"It wasn't arranged?" Ominis asked.

Felix chuckled. "Oh no, it wasn't and the man she was supposed to marry, isn't broken up about it either."

"Then we're playing your family?" Sebastian asked, while glaring down at his outfit. "Won't people find that suspicious?"

"No, most of my family disowned me the moment I was stuffed into Azkaban."

You blinked and looked down at your clothes. "Who exactly are we turning into?"

"You, are my darling sister tonight and he is your newly wedded husband, while Ominis and I will be my creepy uncle and his judgy cousin."

Sebastian's expression mirrored your own, but he kept making noises that sounded like he was trying to suffocate.

"You want him and I to play husband and wife?"

Felix sent you a patient look. "Beggars can't be choosers here. I could only find the hair I did before the house elf nearly found me."

Unconvinced, but not being able to see a way out of this before tonight, you decided to let it go.

"Now, your enchanted bag will need to go to Ominis. He and I will snoop through the Minister's office, while everyone is focused on you two. They're the talk of the night, so make sure you're convincing," he said as he poured the hair into each phial of potion. "You won't be able to use your animagus forms, being there is no way the Minister would have animals in his house. So don't loose your phials."

"What happens if one of your family members do show up?" You asked, trying to avoid making eye contact with the grey liquid.

"The only one who would, is my mother and she's the only one who believed me about being innocent. Whether or not she'd help us, is unknown."

"Only trust in each other tonight," Sebastian agreed, looking between you and Ominis.

Felix slid a box across the table before you. "This is an exact replica of my sister's wedding ring. You don't want to be caught without it."

You opened it expecting an overly extravagant one, but it was a simple engraved band.

"Just how...lovey dovey did your sister and her husband act?"

Felix smirked when you grumbled, wondering why Sebastian was asking with you right there.

"They've just been married and by their own choice, much to my family's dismay. They're supposedly in love, so very, when alone."

Sebastian looked at you when your face squished in disgust.

"Is it that horrible for you?"

Shocked at how offended he was, you shook your head. "No, just the overly clingy romance thing. Makes me want to urk. I'm not the romantic type."

He smirked mischievously, making you instantly regret admitting that.

      Nicely donned up in costume, with your face rearranged to that of a noble woman, your arm looped around Sebastian's as you headed towards a rather large estate.

Felix walked behind you with Ominis, who was trying to cope with being able to see for the first time in his life and the slightly muted hearing.

"Remember, you're to get their attention. We'll do the rest," Felix whispered passing you to give the invites.

"Two attention grabbers at the ready," Sebastian teased, leading you into the house.

"Don't go too far Sebastian," Ominis warned, passing us to follow Felix.

You smirked his way. "Yeah Sebastian."

He smiled before clearing his throat. "It's Thomas right now, remember?"

You narrowed your eyes at his flirty tone. "You're certainly sure you can commit to this role."

He chuckled, tightening his arm, pulling you closer. "Commiting to something was never a problem, as I'm sure you know."

Before you could respond, a voice so painfully familiar made you nearly trip.

"Ah, if it isn't the newlyweds. I thought you two were on your honeymoon."

Sebastian gave a polite smile. "Yes, but when we got our invitations from the Ministry itself, we couldn't very well ignore that, could we?"

You carefully pulled on the mask you've been wearing for a long time, reminding yourself that you're not a little helpless girl anymore.

"Ah, dear Rosalie, you're as beautiful as ever, especially in love."

Your skin crawled the moment he took your hand, clamping it between his.

"That's very kind of you Minister Spavin. I'm very pleased to have been invited."

He smiled almost too pleasantly. "Of course, you're always welcomed here. I'm happy you two have found a home in each other."

He rested his hands on yours and Sebastian's shoulder, giving it a pat before heading away.

"Creepy bloke," Sebastian said leaning close as he lead you towards the tables, the furthest from people. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, why?"

He raised an eyebrow and shook his hand slightly. "Because you almost ripped my hand off the moment he touched your other one."

"Sorry, I was trying to keep that in check," you whispered watching him flex his fingers.

"You kind of failed."

Chuckling, you poked the palm of his hand, which only seemed to worry him more.

"You're doing it again. Down playing your emotions with goofing off."

"Hello there pot, I'm kettle."

He gave you a slight shove as he rolled his eyes. "Very funny."

"Not fighting already?" A new voice teased as a young woman slid over. "You two are the talk of the night. It'd be a shame to begin it with arguing."

Confused as to why she had the strange tone, she sent Sebastian a glare, before looping her arm around yours and began to drag you towards the social area.

"I can't believe you came here with him. I thought you were marrying him to anger your family."

Okay, you weren't expecting family drama to fall into your lap like that.

"Well, we were in the area-"

The blank look she gave you told you everything you needed to know. "He forced you to take him? Even knowing the truth? What game is he playing?" She shot a particularly nasty glare at him. "Boastful little toad. As if marrying such filth wasn't enough, now he wants to show you off."

Unsure of how to respond, you were grateful that a man with similar features headed closer.

"Ah, Mirabella, mother is asking after you. She's likely looking for that house elf of hers. I don't know why she doesn't just get rid of her."

You wanted to smack him so hard his tiny brain would rattle, but you settled for clasping your hands behind your back.

"You alright tonight Rosalie? You look pale."

You nodded. "Just a little dizzy. I haven't been sleeping well."

"Your husband keeping you up?" The man teased, getting a smack from Mirabella.

"You know you're not supposed to talk like that at social functions Clement. Do you want father to over hear you?"

He rolled his eyes, as he gave you an exasperated look. "I'd expect he'd be used to it by now. There's no secrets between friends, is there?"

"You can hardly consider yourself anyone's friend, the way you talk."

You glanced around, silently begging anyone to come rescue you.

"Don't mind them," a familiar voice said from behind you. "The Malfoys always had loose tongues and even looser brains."

You turned seeing the same welcoming smile on her face you always remembered, like she knew who was truly behind the polyjuice potion.

Mirabella and Clement had long since bickered their way out of the room.

"Hello," you said slowly, unsure if you could give yourself away or if she was just familiar with Rose Williams.

Her smile widened. "It's been a long time, hasn't it? I haven't seen you since you were taken to your cousin's house."

"How'd you know?"

"You say that like I'm not supposed to, but I'd recognize you no matter what shape you take."

Sebastian glanced between the two of you as he walked over. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, this is Granny. She took me in temporary after my parents died," you said softly, seeing worry cross his features.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't tell a soul. We've got to keep some things in the family."

Chuckling, you nodded. It was nice to think she saw you as family. She was the only ray of light you had in a very dark time.

"We've got a few interesting things," Ominis said heading over with Felix behind him.

"Ah, it's about time you spoke to me," Granny said scowling at Felix.

"Pardon?"

Felix and Granny looked to you. "He didn't tell you?"

"Didn't tell me what?"

Felix sighed softly. "She's my mother."

You were about to voice your irritation, when you were cut over.

"Ah, it's so nice to see the Williams family at a party," Minister Spavin said walking over and placed his hands on yours and Sebastian's shoulders again. "As the host of our formal gathering, I get to decide who I'd share the first dance with."

Ice dumped into your veins as you shot a panicked look towards Sebastian and Ominis.

"She's not really feeling well-" Sebastian started.

The Minister laughed heartily. "Such a jealous man. I'm only asking for one dance."

He took your wrist and led you to a ballroom connected to the foyer via a hall in the back.

An extravagant way of showing one's power and social status. It was probably compensation, while letting people look like rehearsed monkeys for entertainment.

"Enjoying the party?" Spavin asked, having already started dancing while your mind traveled.

Behind him you could see Sebastian in a heated conversation with Ominis and Felix.

Carefully pasting a mask over your face, you smiled up at him. "Yes, it is. Thank you for inviting me and my family."

"Not at all. As I said, you and your family are always welcomed here. I do wonder though, are you not worried about your brother? Felix was hardly the type to let grudges go. If he learns you were the one that set him up to take the fall for murder, he's certainly going to be after you next."

Trying to come across as one of the Malfoys you saw earlier, you threw a little bit of sass into your tone. "There's nothing to find out."

He smiled as his hand gripped yours tightly. "Good girl. Now remember, your new husband is just for show. Don't go falling for him or I will have him killed."

Granny caught Felix and Sebastian when Spavin brushed hair behind your ear.

You wanted to puke, to tear off every part of you this guy touched.

Thankfully, the song ended and he moved away, so you went back to the group.

"Are you okay?" Sebastian asked.

"No," you admitted. "I think I'm going to be sick."

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Severitus Headcanons, I guess (pt. 2)

Quick introduction: this is the second part of a post written more than a year ago when I was stressed for am exam because, guess what, I am now stressed for an exam. Here's the last post

As you'll also find in that post, here's the disclaimer, more or less modified.

Obviously I don't support the terf bitch, the only reason why in the year of our Lord 2023 I am writing something like this is because fantasizing about yet another fictional father-son relationship to make up for the one I lack takes the edge off my stress for exams and...well, other stuff.

I don't give a flying fuck about the Snape discourse, I don't care if he is good, bad, or in the middle, I did not write this to be accurate to the books I haven't read or the movies I hardly remember, I wrote this because it's comforting to me. So if you are personally offended by Severitus as a concept or Snape in general, don't make me part of your grudge, because I don't care for it. There are better ways to spend your time rather than insult me.

As I've made patently clear, I don't know Harry Potter that well, so if there are inaccuracies, I'm sorry. I linked my last post because these headcanons take place in the same "universe" as my last post, so you may want to read that too.

Let's begin.

Snape only uses his Legilimens ability on Harry to win at cards.

Harry only learned Occlumency to stop losing at cards (it may or may not have been Snape's purpose from the start).

"Do you have...a seven?"

"No luck. Now stop trying to get inside my head, literally."

"...you're getting better at this."

"Cards or Occlumency? I bet they go hand in hand."

"Shut up."

The hardest thing to adapt to when Harry starts Hogwarts is new boundaries. Harry and Snape have to pretend they don't know eachothers. Especially with Harry being a Gryffindor, Snape can't even use the excuse is looking out for a little Slytherin. But the necessity to protect The Boy Who Lived from all dangers hidden at Hogwarts (and the urge to look out after Harry who has a special ability in putting himself in trouble) is too strong to ignore. So now everybody thinks Snape is just really weird about Harry, he never lets him out of his sight, he is almost following him around and also they fight a lot in class. Honestly it's a bit weird to see a thirty-something years old professor have beef with an 11-year-old, but nobody dares to bring it up to Snape, they're scared of him, alright?

So the whole...turning down Draco's friendship is real pickle. Like, yes, being close to Draco, who is Lucius's son, is a bad idea because Lucius can't find out Snape is working for Dumbledore and Harry literally lives with him but also purposefully antagonize Draco Malfoy? On your first day? That's simply suicidal.

"Why did you have to be so...stubborn with him?"

"Me? I'm the stubborn one? He insulted Ron!"

"Whom you had known for 2 hours then!"

"Well, I only needed to know Draco for five minutes to understand he was a bully and I am not friend with bullies."

Snape wants to reply but he is stunned for a moment. That's an admirable stance for an 11 years old. Merlin, if someone told me years ago I'd hear this coming from James Potter's son...

"It wasn't the worst decision you could have made. That was Draco Malfoy. His father, Lucius, is...a dangerous wizard. Not accepting his friendship will certainly breeds problems, but you could have hardly afford the scrutiny you would have been submitted by such proximity to the Malfoy family. You'd need to be a far more cunning Slytherin to avoid giving yourself away while making...friends with Draco, and you're a foolishly impulsive Griffindor, as we've witnessed today."

"Even if it was bad choice, I wouldn't have turned my back to Ron."

"I am well aware of that, Harry, but would you be so kind to let me believe in all the years I've brought you up I instilled some sort of Slytherin smarts in that red and gold head of yours?"

It's not fair, Severus thinks, it's really not fair. James Potter was the rich kid who strutted Hogwarts halls like he owned them and his son turned himself against an entire house not to turn his back towards a kid he met on a train. One day, Severus will have to tell Harry about his parents. He won't lie, he has never been one to sugarcoat things, but he doesn't want to tell Harry who is father truly was either. The side of James Potter people don't talk about, people turn a blind eye to, because it was just with Slytherins and everybody knows they're bad news anyway, because it was him and nobody cared if it was him. Harry doesn't deserve to know the truth, but one day he'll have to.

Harry didn't exactly took well the news (well, news to him) that Draco was Snape's godson. When Draco told him Harry couldn't believe it. He said it was joke, that he was lying. Everybody seemed to know at school. When he asked Snape for explanations, he said he "didn't want to burden him with this information", that was also "never relevant until this moment" for him. It doesn’t calm Harry down, on the contrary. He locks himself in his room. The only reason Harry doesn't fully blow a fuse is that they're at Hogwarts now. Of course, he can't tell Ron and Hermione why he is upset. Really, Draco Malfoy? Snape is his godfather? In which alternate universe? Sure, Draco is a Slytherin, but he is also pretentious, and whiny, and he is always ready to go tell his father things, and he expects to be treated like royalty by everyone and he is a bully! Snape hates all of these things, how is that even possible that he is connected to someone like Malfoy? Everytime Malfoy flaunts how being Snape's godson gives him certain priviledge, Harry wishes he'd know a spell to shut him up. And no, this isn't jealousy, it's something else that right mow he cannot name, but it's definitely not jealousy. And it's not jealousy because he knows Snape doesn't care about Draco more than he cares about him. Draco may be his godson, but Harry is his...protegè? Maybe? The exact definition of the nature of Harry and Snape relationship has been a bit foggy. Whatever, it's not important the title or anything, he knows Snape cares more about him, right?

Snape is torn between keeping up apperances and following his heart. As disgustingly sentimental as it may sounds. Draco and Harry fight ever more than he precicted. And as head of Slytherins and Draco's godfather the only sensible behaviour for him to follow would be take Draco's side everytime, he knows that. But no one could prepare him on how hard it is, especially when Snape knows Draco is wrong, to look at Harry and call him a liar when he denies to have started the fight, an insolent and a brat. He explained him he has to do it, no one can suspect, but Harry is just a kid, of course there's hurt in his eyes when Snape says those things. He pretends to yank Harry from an arm to some classroom so he can give him a proper scolding, while the other kids who witnessed the fight chatter about the tremendous punishment Snape is going to inflict on Gryffindors' golden boy. Some of them try to subtly follow Harry and Snape, hoping to hear some of the insults the Potions teacher will throw at Potter and make gossip out of it, but Snape glare at them so hard some think it's a new kind of spell. When they're away from indescreet eyes and ears, Snape lowers himseld at Harry's level. "It's just pretend. Don't believe anything I say in front of the Slytherins and in front of Draco, especially. You're good kid, Harry." he whispers. "But I was right! It wouldn't be suspicious if you tell them I am right when I am! Draco pushed me and-" "It's not that simple, Harry." A sentence Harry will grow tired of hearing pretty soon. "And now go to your dormroom!" shouts Snape at Harry, theatrically, in front of the students who waited to catch a glimpse of Snape's rage. Snape is pretending to be be angry, but when Harry looks at him with fire in his eyes Severus knows he is not faking it.

Snape cannot stop directly Draco from harassing Harry, but he can still find alternative ways, after all he is a Slytherin. He opted for convincing Draco that fighting Harry Potter is a waste of time and all of the public insult matches he gets up to with Harry doesn't make him look good on his curriculum. Draco has an ego and Snape knows how to play with it. Snape does care about Draco, in his own way. He is not surprised he turned out the way he did, snobbish and egocentric and with a mean streak to him- he is after all Lucius's son and a Slytherin, you couldn't expect a Hufflepuff behaviour. But, because he knows Lucius, he can also tell that he and Draco are different. Surely Draco resembles Lucius physically, but it's clear he is putting effort into acting like his father. His meaness is not as nonchalant, one could say, as Lucius's. Snape pretends not to notice. He really did wish Draco didn't always use Harry as an assistant to prove the world he is just like his father, especially when he is better than him.

In the rare occasions Snape is forced to give Harry punishments he doesn't deserve (very rare occasions, since Harry usually breaks four rules a day)

At some point, way earlier than Snape wanted, Ron and Hermione found out Harry had been growing up with Snape. Which was weird, to say the least, but for very unexpected reasons. First of all, because for how much they argue in class you can tell they've got something personal going on, but "father-son" relationship is not what you would expect. Second, because Ron especially couldn't believe someone could ever entrust Snape with a child. When Harry told him in muggle children stories usually wizards and witches are evil and eat children, Ron thought it was about Snape. Having lived with Dursleys for a few years, though, Harry is very firm in defending Snape from accusation of being a bad guardian/parent. Snape can be hard to deal with sometimes, sure, but there's a difference between that and bad guardians, Harry knows, he's been through it. Snape doesn't deserve to be put on the same level of the Dursleys.

It's also weird that Harry and Snape live together for Ron and Hermione because it's just so much harder to hate Snape. It's not like they suddenly love him as soon as they find out he's Harry's guardian, but damn. You just cannot say things anymore. It's not even "it would be impolite in front of Harry", more often than not Harry is openly fighting Snape when he thinks he did something unfair, but because now you know Snape is not The Worst Person Alive. What is Ron suppose to say when he gets a low grade in Potions? Oh, Snape is probably a frustrated asshole who tried to get back at me for his sorry life? THAT MAN BROUGHT HIM, HARRY AND HERMIONE SLICED FRESH FRUIT FOR A SNACK WHEN THEY SPENT SUMMER AFTERNOONS AT SPINNER'S END. HE ACCOMPANIED HARRY TO RON'S HOUSE. He stayed over for tea once with his mother. You just cannot pretend he is the devil who spends time huddled in his home to making up new ways to torture his students anymore. He medicated Hermione when she hurt her knee falling from a swing. You can't hate the man who put a hello kitty band-aid on your knee (Hermione always brings with her her own small aid kit, funny band-aids included).

Make no mistake, same goes for Snape. It's pretty hard to maintain your reputation as unsufferable professor when two of your students hang out by your house an awful lot. It's harder to be strict with them. And he does want to do that, Snape prides himself in projecting his image as a hard professor to deal with, who requires respect and the maximum effort in his subject. Ron sucks at Potions, and Snape is not going to give him better grades just because he is Harry's friend, but damn it's just...harder to do that thing when you don't care about how you students perform when they don't strive for perfection. Now he is disappointed. Disappointed in Ron Weasly. Disappointed in Ron Weasly's grade. He shouldn't care about it! And also it's not fun anymore to tease Miss Granger. Now when she raises her hand Snape has resorted to tell her he knows she knows the answer, so why doesn't she give the rest of the class a chance? See, it lacks sarcasm, it lacks spite, it lacks maliciousness, it lacks...Snape's treadmark snarky attitude. "You're becoming soft, Severus" sometimes he sighs to himself, after missing what he would once consider a brilliant opportunity for a nasty comment. He then looks at Harry, Ron, Hermione, or whatever other kid his tongue now decided to spare by force of habit, taking a huge sigh of relief becayse Snape's remark has been less cutting than they expected. "Maybe it's not a bad thing" a voice in his head suggests. But what if his students lose respect for him then, it's always either feared or loved right? "You'll cross that bridge when you get there" a softer voice answer.

Speaking of failed Potions classes, Snape really can't hide his disappointment for Harry's grade. He'd thought living with him he would have learned something, even just observing him preparing potions as a child- they used to do this a lot when Harry was little, Snape brewed potions while Harry stayed in the same room, drawing or reading or making muggle homework or even helping sometimes. Harry is average at best. And Snape is only being fair, doesn't matter their relationship, he doesn't give him a point more or less on his homework, his work ethic is very strong. Snape considers this his greatest failure in Harry's regards.

But guess what he is great at? Bleah, Quidditch. Snape didn’t understand the appeal of the sport when he was at Hogwarts and he doesn’t understand it now. Harry blabbers to him excitedly about brooms and snitches and points and teams, but Snape barely understands him. "If only you were to pour such enthusiasm in more useful activities, like studying for Potions class". Harry puts on a face and looks away so Snape doesn't see him. He can't utter a word of Quidditch that Snape starts lecturing about "more useful activities".

"I am merely worried, Minerva, that pointless glory achieved in...sports will lure his mind away from his studies. I won't let the boy turn into a good-for-nothing brawny knobhead like all athlestes. " Severus complains to professor McGonagall. "He shouldn't waste away the little cleverness he has." He adds with a calculated insulting remark, in fear he let too much of his true feelings show.

"First of all, Severus, not all athletes are good-for-nothing brawny knobhead. There's nobility is sports." Minerva lectures him.

"You would say from such an unbiased point of view." Severus retorts. It's no secret Minerva is the biggest Quidditch fan in the school, her enthusiasm can trump that of the students.

"Secondly, Harry has had an eccellent education and a dedicated teacher" she says, stirring her tea while giving Severus a knowing look "he is not a knobhead and he will never be. About being brawny, I don't see how a bit of exercise wouldn't help in preparation for darker days."

She and Severus drink their tea in silence.

[bookweasleys-blog]

Some Gryffindors: why does everyone think I'm a party person or a fake harry potter fan just because I'm a Gryffindor?

Also the Gryffindors: heyyy I'm having a harry potter themed party since you guys also like it, no John you're not invited you're in the snake house they're evil