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believinghurts · 1 year ago

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Their Daughter Part 6

Tenison was high in the dining room of Grimmuald Place as the Black brothers stared one another down. Regulus knew that part of Sirius's anger was because he thought he had lost his child to his brother, much like when they were young, and their parents favored Regulus over him. But this was Sirius's own fault; Ali had tried even after she had been hurt that Sirius went to Harry first. Sirius could not get over the fact that Ali was close with the Malfoys and had taken to projecting his anger to the only person who would love him more than anything if he tried.

Sirius wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was jealous of Regulus. He always had been, but coming back from the hell he had been trapped in to find that his own daughter had chosen his brother over him hurt more than any torture he had ever faced. Regulus had always been the perfect child who everyone adored. He had gotten fewer beatings as a child than Sirius, had gotten better grades in school, and now was considered a dad to Ali. It was only natural for Sirius to go back to what he did during his school years and focus his attention on the people who showed him attention. Harry was his godchild, but Harry also had no one else, meaning Sirius didn't have to worry about being replaced. Sirius also felt awful for the events that transpired the night of James and Lily's deaths and was trying to make up for it.

"If you just gave her a chance, you may find she is much more like you than you think." Regulus sat at the table again, watching his older brother run his hands through his hair. "She is so headstrong and stubborn that I know it revivals yours. And I cannot express enough how she just wants to be good enough for you to love, much like how you tried for years with Mother."

Sirius sighed in defeat, regrettting the painful things he had put his daughter through. "I do love her. I just…."

"Are shit at showing it. I saw the look in your eyes when Ali called me dad; I know that hurt you. But instead of talking about it, you just lash out at her or me or Remus, making it seem like you really don't care at all. I never tried to fill that role in her life. I was and will always be Uncle Reg, and that is fine. Do I see her as my child and love her like my own? Yes, absolutely. I will do anything for her, and if that fills that role as a father, I will. But I don't want to take that from you. You had so much stolen from you in your life, Sirius: your childhood, your parents, your best friend, 12 years of your life. The last thing I want to do is take more away, but I cannot and will not put you above her. She deserves so much in this world, and you should help her get it. We both should. But the question remains: will you put aside your 'every Slytherin is a Death Eater' mindset to do so? Because people have changed and we are close to the Malfoys, Notts, Parkinson's, and the Zabini's. They are not the same people anymore. Things have changed in the war; sides have changed. But you haven't. Ali is loyal to a fault and is a great judge of character; she won't betray the Order, nor will the others. Just give people a chance, Sirius."

"I did give people a chance, and it…..it got my best friend and his wife killed. We trusted Peter. I trusted Peter enough to have James make him the secret Keeper. It got them killed, and he was our friend. How am I supposed to trust that Lucius Malfoy has the Order's best interest at heart when my own friend of 9 years didn't?" Sirius started pacing before his brother. His head is cloudy in memories, tears blurring his eyes as his best friend's dead body flashed in front of him. "I know that I'm shit at showing Ali I love her, and part of it is because I'm scared to get close only to lose her again to someone like Lucius Malfoy. I owe it to James to look after Harry, but that doesn't mean I don't love him like my own because I do. But I love Ali just as much, and I know she has you, Remus, and even Snivillious to love her. And I want to try to improve things with her; I just don't know how. How do I fix what I've done, Regulus?"

Regulus caught the double meaning to his brother's question, "You can't. Sirius, you can't fix what happened to James and Lily. You can't fix how you've treated Ali so far."

Sirius felt his heart crack at his brother's words. He had hoped to get Ali back, but it seemed he had gone too far. He started for the stairs when Regulus continued.

"But that doesn't mean you can't fix it from now on. You can't change the past and bring James back, but you can make them proud by loving and protecting Ali and Harry. I mean, yeah, they don't get along now, but I think part of that is because he has seen and heard how you and James treated outsiders. I know they used to play together as babies, not that they would remember it, but Remus told me. Tell how close they were till everything happened, and bring them back together. Stop being afraid of losing Ali to someone when all everyone wants to do is love her and keep her safe. And maybe you don't trust Lucius or the others right now, but I trust them more than Dumbledore most of the time. And you should talk to Moody about the help Lucius has given the Order even if he refuses to say he has aligned himself with us." Regulus held his brother's shoulder, "Give them a chance. Don't let the other kids make remarks about Ali and her friends. Talk to her. I wouldn't start trying to act like her father, but maybe a friend? Or a really distant uncle. You'll figure it out, Sirius; you're smarter than you give yourself credit for."

Sirius followed his brother up the stairs, going to bed with hope, lighting a flame in his heart for the first time in years.

Days following the talk between Regulus and Sirius, Ali noticed that the golden trio had become slightly nicer to her. She does not make as many comments about her or her friends. She had no idea what was happening but wasn't going to complain. Regulus had come to her that morning telling her that he thought it a better idea if Blaise came to their house instead of her going over there. He believed it would show that the Slytherins were not as bad as all the others thought.

At first, Ali was hesitant about the idea. Still, after being reassured that Remus would be home as well as Regulus, Ali agreed. The thought of Blaise being at her house surrounded by her tormentors made her sick to her stomach. She wanted nothing more than to run away for a few days, but that ship had sailed, and it was only hours before Blaise arrived when Regulus called for 'those who live in this house meeting.' By the time Ali had gotten dressed and cleaned her room, everyone was already in the kitchen since it seemed to be the usual gathering place for the group. She straightened her sweater and did a quick glance down to make sure her outfit was still okay. It was slightly chilly in the house, so she had gone with a Bulgarian Quidditch sweater that was mainly red with black details and a pair of cropped black leggings with matching fuzzy socks. She and Blaise had already decided to stay for most of the day and then go and get dinner somewhere in Diagon Ally so she could change later. Remus and Regulus walked at the same time as Sirius and Harry.

"I'm assuming everyone is confused about why this meeting was called," Remus started. "There seems to be an assumption that Slyertians and those associated with them are all Death Eaters or traitors."

Scowls had overtaken most of the younger one's faces in the room, as well as Sirius's. Ali looked at her uncle, trying to figure out where this was going. She knew the reason was to inform everyone that Blaise would be here for a few days, but there was something else going on; she could feel it.

"After speaking with Dumbledore and getting his permission, not that I technically need the permission as it is my house, but nevertheless. A few individuals will be coming to stay here for the upcoming days, and there will be a couple of visitors as well." Regulus's eye caught Ali's, and gave her a wink just as the sound of footsteps entered the foyer. Ali was too short to see over everyone's heads to see who was there, but from the looks on a couple faces, including the elder Weasley, it was someone they were not fond of.

A flash of white hair caught Ali's eye as the group entered the kitchen. Her mouth dropped in shock as she took in her uncle Severus, leading the Malfoys, Blaise, and Theo towards Regulus and Remus. Cissa shot her a wink while Draco eyed Harry and Sirius up and down; Blaise kept his eyes locked on Ali, and Theo thoroughly enjoyed the shocked looks from the Weasleys.

"Sorry, we're late. Draco took too long in the mirror this morning," Severus said. Draco glared at his Godfather before continuing on with his glare at Potter.

"Well, allow me to introduce everyone. This is Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, which I'm sure almost all of you know. This is Blaise, Theodore, and Draco. Narcissa and Lucius will be in and out for the next bit trying to get caught up on Order business while the latter three will be staying here for a bit." Remus shook Lucius's hand before joining Dora beside Ali, who was bouncing on her toes, overly excited at the fact that it was going to be back to normal in the next couple of days.

"You can't be serious. They are staying here?" Sirius exclaimed, running his hand down his face before glaring at Lucius. "I still remember what you did, Malfoy."

"I don't often agree with Sirius, but Dumbledore said this was alright?" Arthur asked. Ali knew that the Malfoys hadn't been the kindest to the Weasleys in the past, and she felt sorry for them in that aspect, but Lucius was not the same man as he was during her first year. And Narcissa wouldn't hurt a flea.

Remus stepped forward again, "He did. Narcissa and Lucius will be helping with some scooting missions that are coming up since they know that area of town better and are considering joining the Order. The three brats are mainly for Ali, though."

"Did you miss us short stack?" Theo opened his arms for Ali, who jumped straight into them. Theo gave her a twirl before pulling on her braid. She barely had time to catch her breath before Draco had her spinning again and tickling her sides, making her squeal.

"Of course I missed you! What kind of question is that?!" Ali giggled before hugging Blaise despite her uncle Remus glaring at them. Blaise took her hand and gave it a squeeze when they parted before facing the other children in the room. Theo and Draco took the opposite sides of Ali, showing a united front against the ones who had been horrible towards her.

Ali was ecstatic that they were going to be in the house more. Maybe her summer wouldn't end so badly. Sirius was shocked that Dumbledore had cleared this and even more shocked that Lucius would help the Order. He did not trust him and would go on those missions even if he had to go as Padfoot. This was outrageous and downright stupid, allowing death eaters to snoop freely in the Order business. Looking at his daughter, he could see how happy she was to be surrounded by her friends, but he also knew that he would have to keep a closer eye on her than he already was. He had asked the trio to play nice so he had more people watching her. He did trust that she was a Death Eater, and now he was surrounded by them.

"Al, Kreatcher sat up extra beds in your room for the boys. Pansy should be joining later, but she had something come up with her grandfather. Her mother said she would owl when she was on her way." Regulus leveled each of the boys with a look. "You lot know the rules. I don't care if you have fun but clean up after yourselves, and don't be too loud when it gets late. Curfew is at 10pm and no later. If you are leaving the house, go in pairs at least and let one of the adults you know be aware of where you're going. You lot know the food is fair game, and Kretcher has already been instructed to grocery shop more often. The house is also fair game, but be respectful, please."

"Don't worry, Uncle Reg. I'll keep them in line," Draco smirked at the other three before Severus whacked him upside the head.

Ali turned and looked at the younger swarm of redheads and others in the room. She cleared her throat to get the attention on her, which made her take an unconscious step back toward Blaise and Draco. "Everyone, this is Theo, Blaise and Draco. I'm sure most of you know this, but just in case. You are welcome to join our fun, but we get if you don't want to." Ali pulled the boys out of the room after greeting her aunt and uncle. They sat on the living room floor with wizards, chess, and a few other games while a movie played in the background. Kreacher brought out snack trays for them, and the laughter was music to Regulus's ears after all the quiet he'd heard from Ali this summer.

Ali could feel the stares from those around them, most directed at Draco and her. She could see the disbelief every time Draco laughed or made a joke. This was the side of Draco that was rarely seen by others. An hour had passed before a chess match went on between Draco and Ali. Blaise sat to one side of Ali, and Theo was in the middle of her and Draco, watching the death match continue.

"What dare shall I have you do this time, Als" Draco taunted her while he moved his piece. It was an ongoing rule that when she and Draco played wizarding chess, the loser had to do a dare of the winner's choice. It was always a toss-up in who won, as both were incredibly good at the game.

"Don't think too hard; I wouldn't want to overwork that one brain cell of yours." Ali stuck her tongue out at Draco when she stole his knight.

Draco was about to reply when a shadow came over the top of the board. Looking up, there was the eldest two Weasley children and Fleur. Ali could see the hearts in Theo's eyes before she kicked him in the shin. "She's engaged, you idiot."

Bill and Charlie chuckled, "We saw you guys playing games and were curious if we could join you? I have my board and thought we could do a little tournament."

Charlie held up his chess board. The teens all nodded, and with a snap of his fingers, Charlie's board was all set up. Bill took one side of the board before looking at Theo. "You up for a challenge?"

Theo crawled to the opposite side of the small table. Bill made the first move, and the game commenced. Charlie and Fleur took seats around the rest of them and started trash-talking with them, too. Charlie was on Ali's side, whereas Fleur took Dracos. Regulus, Molly, and Narcissa looked around the corner and had smiles spread across their faces at the sight they saw. It wasn't the younger kids trying to get along with the others, but the eldest and Molly knew that her children all looked up to their brothers, so maybe there was hope in this crazy plan after all.

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chlobliviate · 7 months ago

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Wolfstar Microfics - Hurt/No Comfort

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@wolfstarmicrofic

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TW - mention of suicide, declining mental health

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“I came as soon as I heard. How’s he doing?” Remus shrugged off his coat and hung it on what used to be ‘his hook’, shivering as he adjusted to the weather in the UK.

James paused, taking him in. “He’s not great, honestly.” He pulled Remus into a hug, “We’ve missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, I never should have gone.” Remus wrapped his arms around James. “I should have stayed. Maybe then—”

“You can’t do that.” James pulled away from him and looked at him sternly. “I will not have you taking any kind of responsibility for this. Understand?”

Remus nodded, “Yeah, thanks.”

“How was your trip?” James led him into the kitchen, where there was already a cup of tea waiting for him.

“Grim.” Remus sat at the table and took a sip of the tea, “Fuck, that’s good. Thank you.”

“I don’t know how much Lily told you.” James leant against the counter.

“She told me that he went to Walburga’s funeral alone.” Remus frowned.

“Moony, he insisted. Do you think I just let him?” James said, defensively. “We were parked just outside the church the whole time.”

“Sorry.” Remus covered his eyes and groaned. “I just feel like I should have been there.”

“That’s possibly the only way it could have gone worse for him.” James chuckled, “Hi, remember me, oh, and here’s my half-blood, werewolf boyfriend.”

“Ex-boyfriend.” Remus said quietly.

“Shit, of course, sorry.”

They remained in silence for a while, until Lily came downstairs. She flew at Remus, tears already streaming down her face.

“You’re here.” She breathed, “I didn’t know if you’d come.”

“I left as soon as you hung up.” He rubbed her back as he looked at James over the top of her head. “You need to tell me what happened.”

Lily moved away, wiping her eyes, to stand next to her husband. “He won’t talk to us.”

“You think he’ll talk to me?” Remus scoffed.

“We think it’s better to try than just let him spiral even more,” James said. “He’s been spiralling for… a while. Then Walburga dying stirred up a whole other bunch of confusing shit for him, and then Reg. I don’t think anyone could have prepared him for that.”

“Reg?” Remus looked confused.

“You didn’t tell him about Reg?” James looked down at Lily.

“No.” Lily shook her head, "I didn't-"

“What happened with Reg?”

“He’s dead.” James spat. “He died the day after his mother’s funeral. Left a note, blaming Sirius for every bad thing in his life. It was honestly the worst thing I’ve ever seen.”

Remus sat down again. “No. No, he can’t be.”

“I’m sorry, I know you were close at one point.”

“How?”

“He drowned.” Lily shook her head. “In the pond in the garden at Grimmauld Place.”

“Drowned? He’s scared of water, why would he…” Remus looked broken. “What did he say in the note?”

“He wished Sirius had never been born, as far as he was concerned he had no brother, a load of homophobic shit that sounded just like Walburga. He ended it with something like ‘I wanted to know that this is all your fault, and it always has been’.” Remus' mouth dropped open involuntarily and he stared at the floor, tracing the faded pattern on the tiles with his eyes.

“I hate to ask.” Remus mumbled after a while, “I feel like... Are we absolutely sure that Reg wrote that?”

“What do you mean?”

“It doesn’t make sense to me. Reg spouting a load of homophobic stuff before drowning himself. That’s the most out-of-character shit I’ve heard.” Remus looked up at them, “The kid was gay and scared of water.”

“He was gay?” James’ jaw dropped.

Remus chuckled sadly, “Yeah, he had a thing for you for ages. Last I heard he was living with Rosier? But that was a while back, six months maybe.”

“Remus, what are you saying?”

“It doesn’t add up.” He closed his eyes. “I know I’ve been gone for two years, but this doesn’t make sense with the Reg that I knew. Were they still in contact?”

“That’s the thing. Yes.” Lily frowned, “Sirius showed me texts from the day of the funeral and they seemed to be close again.”

James looked physically unwell, “So what are we saying? Someone killed Reg and staged it as a suicide, and what? Hoped to do the same with Pads? Who would do that?”

“At least half of their family,” Remus said. “Maybe I’m wrong, but—”

“I don’t think you are,” Lily said quickly. “And not just because I want you to be right. Something hasn’t sat right with me since Walburga died.”

“So what do we do?” Remus asked.

“You fuck off back to New Zealand, that’s what you do.” They all spun around to see Sirius looming in the doorway. He was incredibly pale, his hair pulled back and greasy and Remus noted that what used to be a tight t shirt was now hanging off him. His bloodshot eyes blazed. “Why are you here?”

“We invited him,” James said calmly. “We thought he could—”

“I don’t want him here.” Sirius spat, then turned to Remus. “I don’t want you here.”

“Pads.” Remus stood up and Sirius shrank away from them. “Sirius.”

“Get out!” Sirius stormed back upstairs, “Fuck off just like you did last time.”

“I should probably go?” Remus looked at his friends, but couldn’t quite bring himself to make eye contact. “I’ll go.”

#fanfic #ao3 #wolfstar #fanfiction #remus lupin #sirius black #remus x sirius #wolfstar microfic #marauders #past wolfstar #hurt/no comfort #sad ending #it’s just sad #damn this prompt 😂

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mischieflower · 7 months ago

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Sirius gives Harry a glimpse of the past

Sirius Black is brooding. something very unlike him, but then again he hasn't been much like himself in quite a long time. The order hasn't been like anything of it's past, the most obvious part being snape was a part of it now.

The dire fact was that everytime Sirius would have to enter a room to see Snape sit in the living room talking with other members of the order, Sirius can practically hear James calling him a slimy git and Sirius has to try very hard not to laugh to himself.

He's been trying very hard to not think about James as much but it's been frankly impossible. Sometimes, he thinks to himself how his best mate might have reacted to something ridiculous that happens during the meetings or the jokes he would make to lighten the atmosphere. Every time he says something unserious and Molly sends him a tired look, he thinks to himself that James would have given him a high five for that one. When Harry gives him a hug he sometimes thinks it's James, and it's rather pathetic of him.

It doesn't help when his godson contacts him through the fire in a panicked state, all worried about his parents.

"How did she marry him? She hated him"

Those words brought a wry smile, a smile filled with too many memories that made his small heart grow in size. He knew he should have been more worried or serious about Harry's questions like Remus was, but he couldn't help but use an old ruse he used all the time whenever someone at Hogwarts seemed too confused on how Lily Evan's started fancying James Potter especially since she seemed to hate him.

"Nah she didn't"

So when Christmas rolls around, Sirius decides to pick up Harry , risking almost everything (but what's new). Harry is ecstatic to see Sirius, and all the dark thoughts that swirl in his head constantly disappear. Mr. Weasley was recovering and looked much better, and after a rather rude wake up call from Ginny---- Harry tried his best to not let Voldemort to mess with his head. Things seem better than usual and he spends all his time with Sirius.

"I miss your father" Sirius said, taking a sip of firewhiskey. Harry looked up from the rug he was seated on, up at Sirius seated comfortably in the armchair. "He loved Christmas. Not as much as your mother though" He adds as an afterthought, and there's a delicate smile on his face when he mentions Lily.

"Really?" Harry asked, his eyes bright.

"I know you were struggling with everything that has been happening" Sirius said, turning to him and Harry looks at the flames dancing together in the fireplace. "Just know that I'll always be there for you, just like your parents were for me"

Harry tries hard not to let tears prick his eyes and continues looking at the flames, scared that if he met Sirius's eyes his resolve might melt. Sirius continues, "And I know you felt bad for Snivellus and thought you were similiar. I also know James would be up in the afterlife trying to figure out a way to kill himself again hearing you say that"

Harry chuckled at this, he still felt mixed feelings about the whole ordeal but he had to admit that spending time with Sirius and Remus had him feeling better about things. Maybe he had jumped to conclusions too quickly, he was always told his parents were wonderful people in love, so it wasn't right to jump to the conclusion that there wasn't love between them because of Snape's memories.

Sirius studies his godson for a couple of seconds before he decides to take weight off of his shoulders, "Look Hogwarts at my time was very different. There was an impending cloud of doom all around us because we knew a war was coming, and all of us were fighting on the side that could get us killed. Yet, those seven years went by in flash filled with mischief, friendship, love and happiness. It was the time the Marauder's welcomed everyone back with pranks and back when christmas balls were every year. Flirting with professors too" Sirius grinned as he told Harry, his insides feeling warm. "And oh god and the whole Lily Evans and James Potter saga, What a time!"

"Lily Evans and James Potter Saga?" Harry asked curiously, and he felt the ends of his mouth turn up. there was this warm feeling that filled him whenever he heard of his parents, and no matter where he was he knew that just thinking of them could conjure up this warmth.

"Oh yes" Sirius grinned. "It's no surprise I guess, but your father was a a heartthrob, though i'll never understand he looked like a loser to be honest, back at school and a charming flirt who used to charm any witch... well except your mother of course"

Sirius chuckled before continuing, "They bickered in our first year itself, and then this continued through third year before he asked her out and she rejected him. He didn't stop there though, and continued asking her out and at first he did it to tease her but at some point, we all knew that he really did fancy her and eventually was in love with her. Your mother on the other side found him an arrogant toerag and thought the whole thing was a joke, rejecting him in creative ways. A bit of personal input Harry but I'm sure she did find a bit of amusement being asked out by him she always had a ghost of a smile on her face. But then things went to hell I guess with the end of year five, which you saw in Snape's mind"

"Oh" Harry said, "so you guys did bully these people for fun"

Sirius flinched at the word choice, "It wasn't necessarily bullying, it was just teasing and pranking. very harmless and most of the school enjoyed it. but yes what you saw with what happened with Snape, was something that was reserved just for him. And don't be mistaken, you only saw one side of his memories, he certainly did horrendous stuff too. hurt your mother a great deal and of course James wouldn't tolerate that, would he know?"

Harry felt a smile start to form at that last sentence. His parents were something else, he could only hope of having a love like that, but he knew with Voldemort clouding his life, there was a slim chance. However, just hearing about his parents gave him a buzz that even firewhiskey didn't give hm.

"And like Moony was saying, James deflated his ego and matured meaning he stopped asking out Lily knowing that she didn't like him" Sirius grinned, and Harry could tell he enjoyed this part of the story. "And of course, when James stopped asking her out, dearest lilyflower starts developing feelings for him. I guess it helped that Lil's friends and us became close friends during our sixth year"

"But they didn't go out until seventh year?" Harry asks curiously, already smiling over the nicknames Sirius used for his parents.

"No and you won't believe it, but Jamsie made Head Boy and of couse as everyone knew it Lils became Head Girl. The line between friendship and love began to blur as they spent more time together and flirted a disgusting amount. And well personally I always knew she had a fat crush on him during sixth year which she tried keeping a secret since she thought he was over her." Sirius lets out a bark of laughter, "As if!"

"Anyways, they finally kiss and get together, then get married and have you and well the rest... you pretty much know" Sirius ends lamely.

"Wow" Harry whispers to himself, "and to think I was scared that they were forced or something to get married"

"Right!" Sirius laughs, "But I don't blame you, Harry, for thinking that way. You were supposed to be all our golden child, living with endless amounts of love and well...wealth. Your childhood has been exceedingly hard, something your parents would have never wanted. You didn't even know your parents well, that excuse of a human and walrus raised you"

Harry bursts out into laughter and the description of his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. He doesn't even realise when tears fill his eyes or his heart grows heavy, recalling everything Sirius had told him.

He had been so robbed.

Soon hot tears pool in his eyes and he tries looking in another direction and prays that Sirius has had too much firewhiskey to notice.

But of course, he does.

He stands to his feet and pulls Harry into a hug. A long one, a hug in which he tries to communicate how much he missed Harry's parents and how much he loved Harry as his own.

When they pull apart, Harry is smiling and so is Sirius ,though, both their eyes are still damp with tears.

"Now the next time you say you feel like you're Snivellus again, James might actually find a way to come down here... though that might not be entirely a bad thing"

#jily #jily fanfiction #james x lily #sirius black #sirius and harry #harry potter and order of phoenix #harry potter fanfiction #marauders #marauders era #i miss sirius and james so much and harry too #harry deserved to know his parent's love story idc

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mirkwoodshewolf · 9 hours ago

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Light in the darkness; George Weasley x reader

*Author's note*

And here we are again before I go to Megacon down in Orlando for the week, thought I'd post this gem up and see what you all think. Now this is part of the Sirius Black daughter x G.W mini-series so head over to the Masterlist and catch up on those for any new readers out there. To everyone else enjoy my lovelies :)

Warnings: Parental death (Sirius Black's death is shown so get the tissues ready folks), angst, some fluff, good ol Weasley shenanigans, some blood (nothing too graphic just like nosebleed level stuff, but not like that you pervs I KNOW who you are iykyk).

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The fireplace was roaring with life, I was on the floor playing with my favorite stuffed teddy while humming a song to myself. Mum was in her rocking chair knitting something for Harry when she suddenly stopped and turned towards the door.

“(Y/n), come my love.” She dropped the blanket and knelt down beside me and picked me up. She ran up toward the stairs but let out a scream and tripped as our front door was blasted away. She regained her footing and continued up the stairs. She took me to their bedroom and opened their wardrobe up.

She turned back towards the door as footsteps could slowly be heard coming up the stairs. She picked me up and wrapped me in papa James’ invisibility cloak.

“(Y/n), no matter what you see or hear, promise me you won’t come out from this cloak. Promise me.” Mum pleaded. Her voice trembled with fear and desperation, her eyes glistening with tears.

“I pwomise mummy.” She choked out a sob and kissed my forehead and held me tight.

“I’ll always be watching over you, my little starlight. Never forget you are mine and mine to me.” She then covered my entire body with papa James’ cloak before shutting the wardrobe door. But before she could shut it fully, I heard uncle Peter’s voice.

“Hello (M/n).” mummy growled as I saw her stand up.

“What are you doing here Pettigrew?”

“Can’t I see an old friend?”

“You are no friend of mine. Not anymore, I saw what would become of James and Lily. The stars never lie.”

“You always were a bright witch. Both literally and figuratively. Ohh no wonder Sirius fell for you.” Uncle Peter sighed lovingly.

“How could you do this to them?”

“It was nothing personal. Truly (M/n), you must understand that nothing would’ve stopped the Dark Lord. He would’ve found them either way.”

“That’s not true. You sold James and Lily to him just to save your own arse! And once the Order finds out about this….”

“To bad you’ll be too dead to even speak. Avada Kedavra!” a flash of green came out and I watched in horror as my mother screams echoed through the house. My mother’s body glowed a pure white before she finally collapsed and the bright light was quickly snuffed out and mummy was left lying on the floor very still.

I covered my mouth trying to not to make a sound just like mummy told me but tears slid down my face.

“(Y/n)?” uncle Peter soon called out to me. “Come out now poppet, no need to hide anymore.” The wardrobe door suddenly opened up and I saw uncle Peter standing over me as he looked around for me but thanks to the cloak, I couldn’t be found. He soon left the room and kept calling out my name for what felt like a long time before all went quiet again.

I continued to stare at mummy’s body before finally taking the cloak off of me and I fearfully crawled up to her.

“Mummy? Mummy wake up.” I poked her cheek but she felt cold to the touch. Her eyes were opened but the warmth they once had was gone. I reached out and tugged at her hair as hard as I could and whimpered, “Mummy! Wake up pwease! This not funny!” but she still remained motionless.

“(M/n)?! (Y/n)!?” daddy’s voice soon called out.

“DADDY!!” I cried out. I heard footsteps racing up the stairs and daddy soon came to the door and I ran to him crying. “Mummy won’t wake up! Why don’t she wake up?” I saw daddy’s broken face as he stared at mummy with tears running down his face. He collapsed to his knees and crawled up to mummy and held her in his arms.

“(M/n)? (M/n)? No please, please don’t leave me. C’mon please don’t do this to me. Stay with me my love…..please come back to us.” Tears fell down daddy’s face as he cried into mummy’s neck. I placed my head into mummy’s tummy and wept.

Daddy soon set mummy down on the ground, his sad face now stoic but his fists clenched so tightly they turned white. His dark eyes now gave a menacing look as he immediately raced out of the house.

“Daddy! Daddy wait!” I ran after him but as I left the bedroom, the setting had now changed. I was now my current age and I found myself once again down in the Dept. of Mysteries.

The battle between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death eaters was in fully swing. Tonks was helping Luna and Ginny out of firing range, Hermione and Ron followed shortly behind with uncle Remus guarding them, Moody slamming his staff at any surrounding death eaters and Kingsley going after Bellatrix whose maniacal laughter echoed throughout the entire room as the two of them were playing cat and mouse with each other.

“Now listen to me, I need you and (Y/n) to take the others and get out of here.” Dad told Harry and I.

“What? No, I’m staying with you.” Harry said to dad.

“You have done beautifully. Both you and your god-sister. Now let me take it from here.”

“Dad, I’m part of the Order, let me stay and fight with you!” I pleaded. Something that I should’ve said.

“No darling, you’re the strongest witch to protect them while we fight. Please my darling kit,” he cupped the side of my face. “I already lost your mother, don’t make me lose you too.” Tears spilled down my face but our moment was broken when I took notice of Lucius and another Death eater about to fire a spell at us.

I took out my wand and summoned a shield around the three of us just as the attack came at us. Harry and dad got their wands at the ready and they fired their attacks while I was their defense putting up my shield for any attack Lucius and the other Death eater had coming for us but would drop the shield when it was their turn to attack.

Dad managed to send the spare Death eater flying while I used out the Petrificus Totalus spell to make sure he stayed there until more aurors arrived. Harry then disarmed Lucious Malfoy with the Expelliarmus spell.

“Nice one James!” dad proclaimed. I watched in awe as my dad with grace and precision fully disarm Lucius before he turned and gave me a look and I nodded to him and together the two of us sent Lucious Malfoy flying across the room.

But that was when I heard those two dreaded words once again.

“AVADA KADAVRA!!” the familiar green light struck my dad and his proud smile he gave to me slowly faded as he gave me and Harry one last look. His body slowly being consumed by the veil, the light in his dark eyes growing duller just like mum’s had so long ago before he fully disappeared into the veil.

I shot up gasping and I frantically looked around and saw that I was in the flat just above Fred and George’s new shop, Weasley Wizard Wheezes. Sweat coated my brow as I tried to regain my breathing before realizing the horrid truth.

I lost both my parents. Mum and dad were both gone, taken from me by the same damned curse! And I couldn’t do anything to save either of them. Granted for my mother’s case I was only three but my dad I—why couldn’t I do more?

I now stood on the roof of the shop looking up at the stars and the half moon that shined over the empty streets of Diagon Alley. The silence was eerie but it was something that I desperately needed. The screams of my mother, the last breath of my father continued to ring in my head and I just couldn’t shake it off no matter how hard I tried.

“The nightmares again?” Fred’s voice softly spoke from behind me. I didn’t answer him. I heard his footsteps walk toward me and I felt him drape a blanket over me. He curled in close to me his hand resting on my shoulder as he continued, “(Y/n), George and I have tried to give you as much space as you’ve needed, but we’re worried. You’re not sleeping properly, you’re barely eating. We don’t want to push you but it’s been almost a month since you started acting like this.” I could feel him tuck my hair behind my ear trying to uncover my face, “Can’t you swallow your pride just this once and talk to at least one of us?”

“George.” I softly spoke after a long while of silence, “I want to talk to George.”

“I’ll go get him for you.” He then gently pulled me into his arms and hugged me, my head rest just over his heart. “I love you so much sis.” Tears stung through my eyes and as I closed my eyes, a single tear fell down my face. Fred gently kissed my temple before leaving to go get George, I wrapped the blanket further around me and the scent alone made me realize that he had given me Georgie’s blanket.

“Any room in there for me?” George’s voice spoke up behind me. I turned to face him and held out my arm still gripping the blanket. George came over and cuddled close to me before taking the end of his blanket and wrapped it around the two of us.

I leaned my head against his shoulder and wrapped my arms around his. George took my hand gently into his, his thumb gingerly stroking the back of my hand.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered.

“For what?”

“I thought I was past this stage but I just…..”

“Oi now,” George softly gave me a nudge. “I don’t know how Fred might’ve worded it sometimes he can be an impatient git. We don’t expect you to slap a smile on your face and move on so quickly. You’re allowed to feel what you need to feel. Even if it means taking a couple steps backward. I—we care about you (Y/n).”

“Thanks Georgie.” I looked up at him and gave him a small smile. He looked down at me and gave me the same small smile back, his eyes filled with empathy. “There is actually a reason to why I’ve been acting this way.” The soft empathy soon morphed into concern as I wandlessly summoned the letter that started me on this spiraling path of darkness.

“It still amazes me that you can now do wandless magic.”

“Work harder and you might just catch up Weasley.”

“Now there’s the cheekiness of my girl. Good to know it’s still there deep down.” He gave me another playful nudge with his body before taking the letter.

“Read it out loud.” He looked at me perplexed.

“Are you sure?”

“Just…..read it George.” He looked at the address and saw that it had came from the Ministry of Magic. He opened it up and read the letter out loud.

“‘Dear Ms. Black, we send our deepest condolences in regards to the loss of your father. Sirius Black was and has always been a proud wizard. We have re-reviewed his case and in the light of new evidence coming into the place we the Ministry of Magic have officially declared him a free man. Regretfully we wish he could have lived to hear of his freedom but as his next of kin, you deserve the knowledge that the crimes that he was falsefully accused of has now been extinguished. Signed, Rufus Scrimgeour Minister of Magic’.”

“They declare my father a free man months after his death.” I scoffed before standing up and pacing along the roof. My hands wringing through my hair as my breathing sharpened. “He should’ve been declared free the moment he was falsefully accused, instead they just threw him into Azkaban without a trial. 14 years they call him a wizard killer, a traitor! They took him from me just like Pettigrew took my mother from me! And they think this will forgive them for what they did!?” I screamed the last part in anguish.

I felt George place his hands on my shoulders to stop me from pacing and he brought me into his arms. One hand stroking my hair back down trying to tame it while the other rubbed soothing circles on my back.

“My parents are gone! I watched them both die right before my eyes from the same bloody curse! All their hopes, their dreams they had for me are gone!” I wept. “Have I not suffered enough? How many more people must die because of this pointless war!?”

“Shhhh, shhh.” George rested his chin on top of my head as he rocked me back and forth. “I know, there are days when I feel like just running away from all this. This is a pointless war. All because of the divide between purebloods and mixed bloodlines, it’s rubbish. A completely rubbish reason to start a war.”

“What stops you?”

“My family. Never did I think that anything could tear us apart until after the TriWizard tournament when that git Percy sided with the Ministry over his own family. Breaking our mum’s heart by sending back his Christmas jumper, never have I seen mum be that sad over anything else before. And just from this past year at our final year at Hogwarts, I remembered what Fred had said to me. Everyone needs a little bit of laughter every day, with all that’s going on we should at least take the time to see that there is a reason to laugh even with things aren’t going to good.”

“A light at the end of the tunnel.” I muttered.

“Come again?”

“That’s one of the last things dad ever said to me that Christmas after your dad’s attack at the Ministry. Even in the darkest of tunnels, you must always try to look for the light and hang onto it.”

“Seems great minds think alike.”

“But it’s just so hard now. I’m tired George. I’m so tired.” He gently massaged the back of my neck and I felt him place a soft kiss to the crown of my head.

“Come with me.” I was suddenly picked up and held in George’s arms bridal style and he took me back into the shop. We came back into the flat and he set me down along the couch. Using his wand he made the fireplace come to life and a plate of nougat appeared before me.

“These aren’t the nosebleed nougats are they?” I asked.

“No not this time. I solemnly swear.” He crossed his heart while looking at me dead in the eye. I hesitantly reached out and grabbed a nougat and gave it a brief sniff before taking a small bite. Once my nose wasn’t dripping out blood, I knew I was safe. “This is my first nougat since I had accidentally ate some of your nosebleed nougats.”

“Yeah you had vowed to never have a nougat for as long as you lived after that.”

“And I stuck by that. Had to explain it to Remus and everything. He always made the best nougats especially around Christmas time.”

*Flashback 4th year*

I met with the twins in the Great Hall for Lunch as it was now our free period, I saw them and Lee sitting together at the Gryffindor table with some nougats on a plate.

“What are you three boys gossiping about now?” I asked as I made myself known.

“Oh just the next upcoming prank on Snape.” Grinned Freddie.

“Again? This is the fifth prank this week alone, he’s gonna catch on.” I said sitting down beside George.

“But this one is brilliant. We cooked it up just this morning.”

“Okay I’ll bite, what is it?”

“Well you know how Snape is on about his potions right?” Fred started off.

“Right.” I said slowly.

“Well we slip this into his cauldron demonstration before class and slip the evidence into Flint’s seat. He’s the perfect scapegoat!” George softly exclaimed.

“I would like to see that buck-tooth git get what’s coming to him. Especially after our last Quidditch match. Danny still has a mild concussion from taking that bludger to the head.”

“Still?” Lee asked incredulously. I nodded. I looked at my pocket watch and muttered.

“Bloody hell I’m gonna be late for Transfiguration. See you guys in potions.” I secretly nabbed one of the nougats and took off running out of the Great hall stuffing my face with the nougat sweet.

In class as I was taking notes down I started to feel a bit light-headed. I brushed it off as probably lack of sleep since I didn’t really sleep well last night. But as I was writing down some notes, I noticed a drop of blood had fallen onto my assignment. Followed by another and then another.

I reached up and touched under my nose and felt the tips of my fingers grow wet and when I held them out, my finger tips were covered in blood. My heart raced as I held my nose and went up to Professor McGonagall’s desk but when I went to stand up, I suddenly felt lightheaded and soon collapsed.

I could hear the faint panicked mutters of the other students followed by Professor McGonagall’s voice telling everyone to back up and her trying to talk to me. But my world went fuzzy and soon my world went black.

When I awoke I found myself in the hospital wing with Madam Pomfrey standing over me.

“Look whose awake.”

“Wh-what happened to me?”

“Professor McGonagall had brought you to me with your nose just gushing out blood faster than pouring out water from the tap. You’re lucky you didn’t hit your head when you collapsed otherwise you would’ve bled from two places and from just seeing how much blood you were losing from your nose already, it could’ve worse for you my dear.”

“But I’m okay now, right?”

“Oh you’ll be fine. I managed to stop the bleeding and the spell that was affecting you.”

“I was put under a spell?”

“Well to be honest Miss Black, that’s where it gets a bit tricky.”

“I believe I have the answer to that.” Professor McGonagall’s voice soon rang out as she came in with Fred and George who were giving me their guilty look. “Boys, tell her what you told me.”

“(Y/n) those nougats that you snuck away as you left us, it wasn’t a normal nougat sweet.” Started Fred as he rubbed his arm shamefully.

“It’s what we call a Nosebleed nougat. But the batch we had planned for Marcus Flint had an extra kick to it. Had we known you had taken it we would’ve warned you to not eat it.” George said as he could barely look me in the eye.

“We’re sorry (Y/n).” they spoke together in the same regretful, sad tone.

“It wasn’t your fault guys. I shouldn’t have snuck the treat to begin with.”

“I spoke with Professor Flitwick and he’s allowed you to recover for the day and be excused from the rest of your classes today. As for you boys, even though I commend you for coming forward and telling me once you found out about Miss Black’s condition, I’m giving you both a day’s detention with me. Tomorrow at 6pm, don’t be late. Now come along boys and we’ll leave Miss Black to rest.” Professor McGonagall soon left the healing wing.

Fred and George looked up at me with tears glistening in their eyes as they shined with regret before they too left without saying another word.

“Well that surely explains a lot. Those boys put more students in my healing wing that all the Quidditch games combined.”

“They’re not so bad. At least not all the time. And it’s nice to know that there is a conscience buried somewhere in those thick heads of theirs. But guess that means I can no longer eat another nougat for as long as I live. It didn’t even taste that far off from how my uncle makes his.”

“Well dear, forgiven or not it’s best to keep an eye out for those two. You never know when those two will strike out at you.”

“I’ve been victim to their pranks before and never have they been this bad. Trust me Madam Pomfrey.”

“Whatever you say dear, now rest up and be sure to drink plenty of fluids tonight.” She set down a cup of water before walking away to do her next task. I took a drink of water when I noticed something hidden just underneath my bed.

I bent over and pulled out a small bag and saw my favorite books inside as well as my drawing journal. When I opened it up the first thing that fell out was a small piece of parchment and I saw in the familiar writing of Georgie.

Forgive us? Forgive me? We really didn’t mean to do it, those nosebleed nougats weren’t ever, ever meant for you. Hope you can forgive us, forgive me?

G. W.

“Oh Georgie, of course I forgive you, but you both have forever turned me off from eating nougats ever again.”

*End of Flashback*

“But hey be thankful we hadn’t come up with the puking pastilles yet.”

“Oh that surely would’ve never made me forgive you guys. Our friendship would’ve been finite.” I said doing the throat slicing motion with my hand as I finished one nougat and reached out for another.

“Aww you don’t really mean that. You love us too much.”

“Not at first, don’t you remember when we first met?” George let out a dramatic gasp.

“Are you telling me that (Y/n) Celeste Black hated us? Us? Your two dearest and most treasured friends?”

“Hate is such a strong word. At first you and Fred were like an itch I couldn’t scratch. Annoying and always lingering.”

“We weren’t that bad.”

“Yes you were you liar!”

“Details. Do you remember when we first found the Marauder’s map?”

“Wow, hadn’t thought about that in a long time.”

“I know, yet I remember it like it was yesterday. We were outside Filch’s office waiting for him to leave in order to—”

*Flashback 1st year*

Fred, George and I peeked over the pillars that led to Filch’s office and we waited for him to leave.

“You guys sure about this?” I asked worriedly.

“Stop your worrying (Y/n), besides we need those dung bombs back otherwise how else are we gonna get back at those Slytherin pigs?” Said Fred.

“After what they did to you in potions class they deserve to be punished.” Continued George.

“Brutally punished. Severely.” Fred finished.

“You guys scare me when you get protective like that.” I said.

“Which is why you should be grateful to be on our good side. Where the only pranks we give you are on child’s play level like a good jump scare.” George said.

“Or chattering teeth in your robe pockets.” Echoed Fred.

“And of course my favorite,” George then gave my sides a ticklish squeeze nearly making me yelp loudly but I covered my mouth and shoved him roughly.

“I hate it when you do that Georgie.”

“But I love it, you’ve got a pretty laugh.” I rolled my eyes and we completely ducked behind as Filch and his cat Mrs. Morris soon left his office.

“Alright, if you guys really want to do this. We’ve got to move quickly and quietly.” Once Filch and Mrs. Morris turned the corner of the corridor, we raced towards his office and the boys went on inside while I was the lookout. “Just find your dung bombs and grab nothing else.”

“Got it.” They both chorused together as they began looking around Filch’s office. A few minutes went by and the boys still didn’t have any luck.

“Bloody hell he really doesn’t play fair in hide and seek does he?” asked Fred.

“Not at all Fred.”

“Guys, you find them yet?” I asked as I looked out into the corridor.

“Negative raven’s eye.” Said George. “Brutal this man is.”

“Agreed.” Fred said as I heard paper’s shuffling around.

“Wait, wait, I’ve got it. But we need a key.”

“Bloody hell, wait I think I saw one just a moment ago. Let’s see uhh….” I soon spotted Mrs. Morris coming back around the corridor.

“Weasleys, time to go. Morris is heading back this way. And I’d rather not get snitched on by a cat.” I whispered hastily at them.

“We’ve almost got it. Bloody hell this key just doesn’t want to turn!” I heard the boys grunting before they softly cheered.

“Guys I think Morris just spotted me!”

“Okay we’ve got it let’s go! This way!” I was grabbed by the twins as we quickly raced out of the office. We ran until we came to the staircase that led to their common room. We collapsed onto the stairs panting heavily.

“Please tell me you guys got them and we didn’t run that fast for nothing.” I panted.

“Did you ever doubt us?” asked Fred as he pulled out some of his homemade dungbombs.

“Also, I managed to swipe this.” George said as he held out what looked like an old parchment.

“What is that?” asked Fred.

“I don’t know but it was lying just right underneath our dungbombs.”

“Why grab that Georgie?” I asked.

“Because the filing cabinet it was in said ‘Confiscated and Highly Dangerous.’ But you got to ask yourself, why would an old piece of blank parchment be considered such a thing?” he did have a point.

“Let’s get into our dorm and see.” Said Fred as he took the parchment into his hand.

“Guess that leaves me out then, huh?” I asked.

“Sorry (Y/n). If we would we could, but our stairs turn into a slide if any other gender tries to enter the opposite’s dormitories. Kinda odd if you ask me.” George said.

“Fine. But if you need a more clever brain to work it out, you know where to find me Weasleys. And I swear if either of you snitches on me about what we did today, there’ll be hell to pay.”

“Agreed. Bloody hell you’re pretty scary yourself when you want to be.” Fred said before they spoke the password to the Fat Lady while I headed back to my dorm.

A few days had passed and I was currently in the library doing some homework in peace when I felt something bounce off my head and onto the table. I saw that it was a rolled up piece of paper so I turned in the direction to where it came from and I saw the twins peeking over.

“I never see you guys in here.” They came over and sat on either side of me.

“We think we’ve got it figured out.” Fred said.

“You mean that old parchment from Filch’s office?”

“What else? But the thing is, I think it knows something we don’t. Just watch.” George said as he took out his wand. “Reveal to us your secrets.” He gave the parchment a tap with his wand and soon a message slowly started to appear. My eyes widened as I softly gaped out a ‘whoa’.

“‘Messers Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs would like to clarify if the third of your party is present’.” Read Fred.

“Wait what?” I asked.

“That’s what the parchment has been nagging us on everytime we ask it something. It’s like it knows it needed the three of us present.” Said George.

“But why wait for me?”

“We don’t know. Give it a tap and ask it something.” Fred said. I took out my wand and said.

“I am (Y/n) Celeste Black-Lupin. The third member of this trio, what secrets do you have hidden away?” I tapped my wand to the parchment and another message soon appeared. “‘Messer’s Padfoot and Moony welcome Miss (Y/n) Celeste Black-Lupin to the trio. Messer’s Padfoot especially sends his greetings to such a clever kitten.’”

“Oi watch it Padfoot!” exclaimed George.

“‘Messer’s Moony would like to ensure to Mr. George Weasley that while Miss (Y/n) is clever, there’s no need to be jealous.’” I read out loud.

“Alright, alright now that we’ve got our third right hand. Can we now see what secrets you four have inside?” asked Fred. A new message read out as Fred read “‘Messer’s Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs would like to congratulate Mr. Weasley, Miss Black-Lupin and Mr. Weasley for successfully retrieving this piece of parchment from Filch. But before our secrets can be revealed, we must first ask that you three discover our secrets in a special location where the heavens meet the Earth.’”

“What does that mean? Heavens meet the Earth?”

“Oh come on guys that one’s easy. Heavens meaning the stars and the Earth mean the tower. The library is too convenient for anyone to hear us talking about it. We gotta head for the Astronomy tower.” I said to them. I looked down as a new message appeared “‘Messer’s Padfoot praises Miss (Y/n) on her cleverness.’”

“Alright let’s go then.” I packed up my stuff and the boys and I headed straight for the Astronomy tower. Once it was clear that no one was there, we all huddled around with me in the middle holding the parchment all three of us holding our wands.

“Okay, we’re at the Astronomy tower. Who exactly are you four and what lies beneath this parchment?” I asked first. A new message appeared as Fred read out loud.

“‘Messer’s Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs appreciate Mr. Weasley��s, Mr. Weasley’s and Miss Black-Lupin for their patience and curiosity and are willing to give you three one hint into discovering our secrets.’” Then George read the next message that began to appear.

“‘Messer’s Moony would like (Y/n), Fred and George to ask themselves why an old parchment such as this would be taken in the first place?’”

“We’ve been pondering this for days hadn’t we George?” asked Fred.

“Indeed. And we’ve come to the conclusion that an empty piece of parchment that is considered ‘highly dangerous’ doesn’t necessarily mean an evil manner. But for mischief. After all we found this parchment with our dungbombs and a few other tricks we’ve seen at Zonko’s like fireworks and trick-sweets.”

“Messer’s Moony, Padfoot and Prongs would like to say Mr. George Weasley is getting warmer to the truth. Messer’s Padfoot extends this question to Miss (Y/n). Messer’s Padfoot would like to know if she and her friends were to find the truth of this parchment, what would they do with it?” I read out loud. “Well, if we were to discover what you are, all we’d use it for would be to cause mischief but nothing malicious. And I’d be there to ensure that these two jugheads don’t go too far.”

“Oi!” the twins exclaimed.

“‘Messer’s Moony extends his gratitude and praise that Miss (Y/n) is at least level headed while also being quite cheeky when she needs to be.’” I blushed. “‘Messer’s Padfoot and Prongs believe that Miss (Y/n) and Moony need to lighten up and not be so uptight.’ Hey!”

“Agreed.” The twins teased as they both poked my ribs forcing me to yelp out and shove them hard. A new message soon appeared.

“‘Messer’s Prongs would like to ask if by using this parchment, would that mean Fred, George and (Y/n) are up to no good?’” read George.

“Aren’t we always up to no good?” Fred asked sarcastically.

“‘Messer’s Padfoot and Prongs would like to know if they solemnly swear?’” I read out loud. “Together boys?”

“Together.” They said as they held up their wands. We held up our wands and said together, “We solemnly swear that we are up to no good.” We gave the parchment a tap and soon the messages disappeared and a map of Hogwarts appeared in red ink as a welcome message read out. “‘Messer’s Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, are proud to present the Marauder’s Map’.”

I unfolded the parchment and soon full sized map of the entire school began to reveal itself as footsteps were moving in various places throughout the entire school. And right beside each footprint was a name of every person in Hogwarts.

“Wicked.” The three of us chorused out.

“It’s the entire school.” I said breathlessly as I unfolded the rest of the parchment now down on the floor. Each page revealing a new part of Hogwarts with new footsteps and names being pointed out.

“Look at that, there’s Dumbledore in his study!” Fred pointed out.

“And there’s Professor Flitwick talking with Professor Sprout.” I pointed out.

“This map is brilliant! It shows everyone, where they are.” George said.

“What they’re doing.” I continued George’s thoughts before Fred interrupted me.

“Of Every minute.”

“Of every day.” George finished.

“Wait guys look here at the top.” A new message soon began to appear above the map of Hogwarts. “‘Messer’s Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs congratulate Fred, George and (Y/n) for being so clever and hope that they enjoy causing fun mischief and chaos just as we did. Messer’s Moony would like to point out though that when one or all three of you are done, simply call out ‘Mischief Managed’ otherwise the sacred secrets of the Marauder’s will be visible to prying eyes.’”

“What does that mean?” asked George.

“Let me try it.” I held up my wand and gave it a tap as I said, “Mischief Managed.” The map soon began to fold itself up and the map of Hogwarts as well as all the messages that had been written disappeared, leaving us with a black parchment once again.

“This is brilliant! Imagine it guys, the mischief we could get away with. No one would be able to find us because we could find all the secret passage ways in and out of the castle.” Fred said as he grabbed the map and held it up high.

“I say we meet at least once a week to look at this map in greater depth that way we can plan out our pranks and tricks.” George said.

“I can get behind that. And like I said, someone’s gotta keep an eye on you two.”

“Oh c’mon (N/n), why do you have to act like our mum?”

“Because if I let you boys run as wild or join into the fray, we’d be expelled faster than you can say Babbling, bumbling band of baboons five times fast.” That’s when the two of them tried to say it but I shook my head and rolled my eyes playfully at them.

*End of flashback*

“I still can’t believe that both your dad and godfather were the creators of the Marauder’s Map. Did they ever know you had it?”

“When Harry got it confiscated he did spill my name to uncle Remus. Thankfully he wasn’t too upset and said that if anyone should’ve found it, he was glad the first one to was an heir to the Map’s secrets.”

“Uhh technically it was me who found it.”

“Yeah but who was the one to figure out its secret message?” I shook my head softly laughing as I reached for the last nougat on the plate.

“Do you remember the Quidditch World cup?” I turned to him perplexed.

“I don’t think anyone could ever forget what happened that night.”

“I know but that’s not exactly what I was referring to. I’m talking about before all that mess with the Death Eaters. Traveling through port key, getting ready for the tournament match, the after-party victory celebration over Ireland’s victory.” George said as he inched himself closer and closer to me until his arm was wrapped behind me as it rested on the couch.

“Yeah, yeah I do.” That whole day was in fact a memorable one, probably the most fun I’ve had in a long while since the constant threat of Voldemort returning to Hogwarts since Harry’s arrival.

“That day was honestly the best day of my life. And it wasn’t just because of Ireland’s victory.”

“And what was the reason for it being the best day of your life Georgie?” I felt him stroke his thumb along my shoulder and a shiver went down my spine.

“Because it made me realize what you truly meant to me.”

“George…..”

“I know I’m rubbish for saying this now! You’re hurting and I’m just confusing you but I can’t hold this in any longer. I love you (Y/n) Celeste Black. Ever since the World Cup, my feelings for you changed into something greater. I began thinking back on all the little things we went through. Our friendship together and I don’t want to lose that with you so if I just did, you don’t have to say anything, I’ll—”

I ceased his rambling with a kiss. I felt his body tense up but I separated from him and whispered to him.

“You talk too much.” We then wrapped our arms around each other and kissed each other deeper this time. Our love and passion coming into this one kiss.

My hands brushing through his short ginger locks while he pulled me into his lap to the point where I was straddling him and his hands remained at my waist before the need for air became necessary for both of us.

“I love you too George Fabian Weasley. It was at the time of the Yule Ball when my feelings for you began to change. At first I thought I was going mad but I came to accept it, but I was too afraid of losing you. And then losing my….my dad it—”

“I know, I know.” He reached up and placed a hand to my cheek and I nuzzled into his palm and placed my hand on top of his.

“But you became my light in the darkness. Even my dad saw it, I don’t know if he knew it was you specifically but he knew. He told me that I should at least deserve a happy ending in some part of my story after all the pain and loss I’ve been through.”

“And you do. Why else do you think after all these years I try to make you laugh every day? I think that’s the first thing I began to love about you.” I smiled and pressed my forehead against his.

“Is that why you and Fred agreed to allow me to take co-ownership of the shop?”

“Part of it is for that reason. Half of these products come from that brilliant Ravenclaw brain of yours, it’s only fair we give you the credit you deserve.” I smiled softly and brushed my nose against his and he did the same for me.

“I love you, George Fabian Weasley.”

“I love you more (Y/n) Celeste Black, and I solemnly swear to dedicate my life to making you smile and laugh every day for as long as I live.”

“And I solemnly swear the same to you, George Fabian Weasley.” We both kissed each other until a voice interrupted our moment.

“Not that I don’t enjoy you two lovebirds finally admitting your feelings for one another, I could do without seeing you two snogging first thing in the morning.” George and I separated and it turned out that Fred was right, the two of us had stayed up all night talking and reliving old and fond memories.

“Sorry Fred.” I said to him as I got off of George’s lap.

“Don’t got to apologize to me.” He set his tea down before walking over to us, he sat on his usual spot to my left and brought me into a hug. He rubbed my arm soothingly as he whispered, “Welcome to the family, sis.” He said to me softly before kissing the top of my head and whispered in my ear, “Though honestly and no judgement against you but I think you chose the wrong twin.”

“Oi!” exclaimed George which made me softly laugh.

“Nice try.” I playfully mocked.

“Sure I can’t convince you otherwise?”

“Fraid not, my heart’s made its choice.” I said looking up at him. Fred looked down at me with those soft brown eyes of his.

“Can’t argue with that logic.” Fred shrugged. “You’ve got a good one Georgie, don’t screw it up.” Fred kissed the top of my head again before leaving his couch. “It’s opening day today you lot, time to look our best and open this shop for business.”

“Will you be alright? We did just stay up all night after all.” I asked George.

“I’ll be fine, past few weeks have been all-nighters anyway. Besides, Fred and I promised to show you the surprise we had in store for you together.”

“And you really can’t even give me a hint as to what it could be?”

“Well…..” he sang out in a stretch before simply saying, “Nope. You’ll just have to wait love.” I let out a groan as I splayed myself across his lap.

“You know I hate surprises.”

“But unlike most surprises we spring on you, this is one I know you’ll love.” He said stroking through my hair. “Now come on love,” he bent down and softly kissed my lips. “We’ve got a big day ahead of us and I could do with some of your famous blueberry pancakes.” I sat up and together George and I walked toward the kitchen to get our day started.

As the day went on and the opening became such a huge success, I thought back to dad’s conversation that last Christmas we spent together. Being with the boys and helping them with their shop, George and I now finally able to be together as a couple, the darkness that once surrounded my world was starting to grow brighter as the weight of his death was slowly being lifted.

I held my locket tightly in my palm as I closed my eyes and sighed deeply thanking both him and mum. I was gonna try to hold onto the light that I now had in the darkness, and never let it go.

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eastwindmlk · 4 months ago

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muahahaha i got you handing out candy 11 days early 😁

It seems that I am and I am not holding back either! In goes a king-sized snickers and I hope you are hungry!

It did not take long for me to decide what fic we were pulling from because I still smile when I think about your reaction to this silly little fic idea I called Growing Together. While I have not worked on it much, or at all, like I wanted to. I had this scene in my mind and partly in my snippets for a while now.

I hope you enjoy it!

That night, for the first time in a long time, they were joined in bed by Harry. Who had previously declared to be too old and too brave to seek his parent's company. Curing up against his mother, his head nestled in her shoulder while he pulled Sirius’ arm closer.

She felt her husband shift and the weight, now unevenly distributed, making the mattress dip. Gravity pulling her into the heat of their huddling.

There was some grunting and groaning while her son wrestled his way up to draw an easier breath while the two adult made some effort to keep him trapped between them, shoulders shaking with quiet laughter. Both of them sputtering when the ten-year-old’s hands appeared, using their faces to leverage himself a little extra space.

“Good Godric!” Harry complained, loudly and dramatically, sucking in a deep breath before he settled back in between them. “See, this is why I don’t do this anymore. You two are far too attached to me,” he huffed.

He husband snorted, his long fingers poised over Harry’s exposed tummy, threatening to tickle. “Of course we are attached to you. You’re ours after all,” he informed the boy, who stuck out his tongue in response. This earned him a good tickle until he wheezed, the tears of laughter shining against his cheeks.

She couldn’t help but notice how his cheeks were getting leaner; Becoming more and more a teens face than a boys. He’d always been clever and surprisingly observant for a boy his age. Lily wanted to pride herself for that trait even if she know she wasn’t solely responsible for this. He’d had a good example growing up.

The ache in her chest swelled when those thoughts inevitably wandered to the guest room, to her summer phantom. To James and wonder how Harry was going to react when they told him the truth. How was she ever going to explain the unexplainable?

Harry’s voice cut through the quiet, ripping the thoughts straight from her mind. “James is my dad, isn’t he?” She had hoped to avoid question a little while longer, when her own feeling about his return were no longer a restless ocean in her chest.

“Yes, darling. James is your father,” she answered plainly, it could only cause hurt to deny her son this knowledge. No need to involve him in the complications. That conversation was beyond his years and something she would spare him if she was given the chance to.

There was a thoughtful silence, where her answer took root. “Then I am happy he is staying for a little bit. I think I’d like having two dads.”

Her heart warmed at his words, hoping that it would be as easy as that for them all. But she doubted that it could be.

Hungry for more? Come knocking!

#trick or treat #james tag #jilypad #lilypad

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halfblood-princes-crown · 2 years ago

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I saw this in my emails from Quora and honestly…I’m dead asf

Ok, let’s unpack this:

Firstly, he looked down on her because she was a muggle while spying on her sister, with whom he was enchanted.

First part of the sentence I agree with but not in the way a snater would want me to. I could sit here and write an essay about WHY Severus would have a distaste for muggles but thats not the topic. Second part of this sentence is WILD…did you skim the book and not read it?

Here, let me fill you in:

"Lily, come on, we're leaving!" she said shrilly. Lily obeyed her sister at once, glaring at Snape as she left. He stood watching them as they marched through the playground gate, and Harry, the only one left to observe him, recognized Snape's bitter disappointment, and understood that Snape had been planning this moment for a while, and that it had all gone wrong...”

This ^ is the scene where he tells Lily that she’s a witch….context clues? He had been watching her and observing her do magic and planned on telling her that she was a witch, possibly to make a new friend. Had nothing to do with being “enchanted” (tf)

In this same scene, Harry describes Severus as looking “no more than nine or ten”…he was a fuckin KID…y’all have no shame. Has it ever crossed a snaters mind that poor, abused boy had no friends? Didn’t really know how to interact with people properly? Saw a witch his age and thought ‘FRIEND!” ? Nobody thought of that!?

Then decided to throw a branch on her because Petunia was eavesdropping their conversation.

…what?

"What is that you're wearing, anyway?" she said, pointing at Snape's chest. "Your mum's blouse?"

There was a crack. A branch over Petunia's head had fallen. Lily screamed. The branch caught Petunia on the shoulder, and she staggered backward and burst into tears.”

Yea. It was because she was eavesdropping. Sure, Jan. Let’s ignore and therefore defend making fun of poor people. Let’s ignore and therefore defend making fun of a little boy for “wearing his mother’s blouse” shall we? JKR would be proud.

And y’all act like he did it on purpose. He was a kid and we can’t honestly expect a kid to be able to control their magic fully!? But it’s Severus Snape and even him as a fucking CHILD couldn’t possibly do anything by accident, right? But let’s all go laugh at Harry releasing a boa constrictor on Dudley! Because that’s funny. Right?

It honestly confuses me when Snape haters bring up the branch incident because they’re always the same ones that fight tooth and nail to defend Harry’s ACCIDENT

A few days/months later, he and Lily went through Petunias room to read her letter.

Diary entry: Day 193728 of this fandom treating Lily like she’s perfect and does no wrong. There’s no food, no water, and everyone has lost their mind. I don’t how long I can make it out here. Send help.

“Setting a terrible example”…So basically the thought process is that Snape said “I wanna go through your sisters room” and Lily said ok and just let him right in like an idiot. I can’t even be mad at this because it honestly confirmes my long running theory that Lily is naive and can’t think for herself to save her life. Thank you for that. I’m glad to see Snape haters agree.

Awful boy, that James Potter

#at least we agreed on three things #😇#severus snape #pro severus snape #pro snape #snape community #anti snaters #anti lily evans

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scrivenger-grimgar · 4 months ago

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Reminder to EVERYONE that this is my space to be cringe and free! Now, on to the cringe!!

Hades/Harry Potter/Percy Jackson au

In 1980, Lily prays to the Gods and while they do not answer, the Primordial Chaos does. She makes a bargain with Chaos that if she or James dies, their souls are destroyed and Harry is gifted a Boon from them.

When Lily and James both die the Boon from Chaos is much more powerful than either of one of the mortals could expect, essentially making Harry the demigod child of Chaos.

Chaos is not bound by the same laws that the Olympian’s are, but is technically unable to leave their home realm. The only time the two can meet is when Harry is in a deep meditative state, so Harry thinks he’s either dreaming of or hallucinating a third parent of indeterminate gender, but their advice is good if rather cryptic so that’s chill.

The Dursley’s have a habit of putting him outside when he does something freakish, and he just wanders for a few weeks before he’s suddenly back at the house for seemingly no reason. It’s because of thirst that he gets to meet and befriend other demigod children!

Oz, child of Hodr, the Norse god of darkness, winter, cold, and ice. A fair skinned kid with long silver hair and unnatural gold-yellow eyes, they seem to be homeless and are extremely good at hiding and escaping. They are very independent, though mild mannered and deceptively tranquil, their gaze is positively intense. Despite their general paleness they can disappear into the shadows at will and even transform them into a liquid substance for them to control and use like extra limbs. Their body temperature is lower than average but they prefer and are unbothered by the cold.

Blaise, son of Bragi, Norse god of music, poetry, and the harp. A black Italian boy with long box-braided brown hair and (supernatural) dark blue eyes. He is witty and sarcastic, but his way of speaking is lyrical and poetic, he loves playing stringed instruments and is seemingly able to imbue listeners with the emotions of the songs he plays, and his insults deal actual physical damage. His mother gave him a poisoned dagger ‘just in case’ and he thinks that this is completely normal in all familial relationships.

Luna, daughter of Heimdall, Norse god of foresight, knowledge, and brightness. She is pale skinned, has long white-blonde hair and pale blue-silver eyes. She is whimsical and light-hearted, always knows more than she lets on, knows the stars and their constellations by almost every name they have been given, and collects trinkets to turn into jewelry in her spare time. Her eyesight is supernatural and she can see no matter the light level. She can even see entities that only exist on the metaphysical planes.

Chaos encourages their son to make blood bonds with his friends because their friend Zagreus had always said that ‘the blood of the covenant is thicker than the waters of the womb’ and Harry takes this very seriously and creates a literal blood bound covenant with his friends because ‘my third parent the Primordial Chaos told me it was a good idea’ and none of them think that this is in any way weird and that all friends do this.

Now the whole Hogwarts thing goes pretty much as canon except for Ron, Hermione and Neville being sworn in to the blood covenant at the end of first year. Things change at the end of second year though due to the basilisk venom and Phoenix tears mixing with Harry’s primordial demigod blood, as both monsters/beings are technically immortals, this kickstarts the process of apotheosis for not just Harry but for the entire blood covenant because they all share Harry’s blood.

In the middle of third year the covenant discovers they can turn into dragon-bird creatures during a discussion about becoming animagi, and they come to the conclusion that this is a weird reaction to the basilisk-Phoenix situation, and they’re not wrong.

(Dragon-bird form, otherwise known as Striga [singular] or Strigoi [plural])

Then at the end of third year when Dumbledore tells Harry and Hermione to use the time tuner to rescue Sirius, the apotheosis and the blood covenant are both affected and they end up in Chaos’s realm. Chaos is delighted by this because it’s so unexpected, they did not expect to have more children after so long, and decide that they simply must name these children as ‘all parents of the current day name their children do they not? The Child of Hades told me it was so, that his mother chose his name, and as such his father kept it.’

Neferos for Neville, Haris for Harry, Vlassis for Blaise, Vronia for Ron, Osial for Oz, and Lena for Luna. Chaos somehow picks Hermione for Hermione.

The seven of them can’t exactly stay there though because they aren’t gods yet, and they still have mortal needs, so Chaos sends them through a chaos gate and lands them somewhere in Asphodel, where they almost die, but are eventually found by Zagreus on one of his runs.

Zagreus just goes, ‘huh, what the fuck. These aren’t shades.’ and brings them back to the house. Hypnos is stumped because these guys aren’t dead, Nyx is a little confused over having a half-sibling(s?) but she’s got the spirit, and Hades is infuriated that they managed to get into the underworld and refuses to let them leave even though they did not mean to go there and want to leave.

So Zagreus has to break them out, which is very difficult because they absolutely cannot die. So they have to be very careful. Luckily they can turn into dragon-birds, so it is possible.

Once they reach the surface, Luna takes one good look at the stars and goes ‘oh. oh no. this is the industrial revolution.’

They have a collective panic attack while Zagreus dies, and Thanatos arrives confused to a group of strange death-like godlings. Their apotheosis was completed while they were in Styx, so they became a group of chthonic Greek gods completely on accident, and are technically no longer alive nor dead.

Hades does grudgingly hire them after the industrial revolution because there’s just so many more dead people all of a sudden, and they just help wherever they’re needed. They concluded that trying to go back to their own time is very much not a god idea considering that they’ll technically only age if they want to and that interfering with the timeline will do nothing good.

Thus they become the Circle of the Seven, the Seven Sorcerers of the Underworld, the Strigoi, the collective patron gods of survival, each with their own domain.

Neferos, of the wilderness, fungi, and decay.

Haris, of electricity, hunger, and poison.

Vlassis, of poems, criticism, and sound.

Lena, of the stars, foreknowledge, and forgetfulness.

Hermione, of study, hard work, and intuition.

Osial, of winter, shadows, and ice.

Vronia, of strategy, games, and competition.

#crossover #accidental chthonic god acquisition #crossover au #hades game #harry potter #percy jackon and the olympians #also time travel

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nobodyssoldier · 1 month ago

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i. a web weaving

when love leaves, I am so reckless-short dresses, long sweaters, lipstick so red it’s a warning flashing in the night but no one’s paying attention and it ends up on a boy’s shirt collar anyway. I hurt myself just to prove I can. I smoke cigarettes I don’t want and drink liquor that comes in plastic bottles. I fall asleep drunk and screaming at love: LOOK. YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN DESTROY ME. LOOK. I CAN DO IT MYSELF.

I’m burning or made of fire. I’m still young. I don’t want your saving. I don’t want to be put out yet. I close the windows and pray in the fumes. Red light / red light / red light.

"I DON'T CARE!" Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH, I'VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!" "You do care," said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. "You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it."

ii. digging deeper

name: lila lunara polat

age: 24

former house: gryffindor

blood status: halfblood

face claim: asena keskinci

allegiance: the knights of the round table

gender & pronouns: cis woman (she/her)

special notes: lila lunara polat’s canon name is lily luna potter. it has been changed to better reflect her face claim’s ethnicity.

you are all bluster & torrent, a firestorm with skin. your eyes are the color of black woodsmoke, always burning, and your fists are always clenched so tight that your red, red nails bite furious crescent moons into your palms. girl, that rage deep within your core burns as sweltering as fiendfyre, it'll consume you if you let it — and sometimes, in your darkest moments, you think you just might. here's what they don't tell you about fire: it can warm as well as burn. beneath your bravado & burning rage, your love & devotion blazes as fierce as your fury — perhaps even fiercer. oh, it hurts to burn this much. it hurts to care. it hurts to hold so much flame beneath your skin. your once-bleeding heart has become this shriveled, furious little thing, wasting away in the blistering sun. sometimes you wish you could just tear your chest from your body, just so you could stop this unrelenting aching. oh, sometimes you think, if you could, you'd sharpen your heart into a gleaming, serrated knife, make yourself so razor-edged that no one could touch you again without piercing themselves — it's better to cut than be cut.

you learned that lesson too late, didn't you? after he crept inside your chest like a poison, after he taught you that love could be a weapon wielded against you. his honey-sweet words and lily bouquets wilt in your memories. sometimes you dream of him and wake up fearing that somehow, someway he's still inside of you, that he crawled and wormed his way inside your chest and stayed there, that you would never be truly free of him. sometimes you'd catch a glimpse of him in the castle corridors, and you'd felt somewhere outside of your body, somewhere back in the past, somewhere when you were small & weak & fragile, a firebird with broken wings. what else could you do but turn that tenderly bruised heart of yours into steel, something hard & unbreakable?

on your back, you carry a legacy that weighs as heavy as atlas's celestial spheres, pressing you down, down, down into the earth. you are a walking memorial of a girl, named after a martyr and a maverick — you are never only yourself but all of the names who came before you, and their faces haunt you when you look into the mirror. you will always carry your mother's hard, blazing look and her ferocity; your father's stubborn twist of the mouth and his grief; your grandmother's heart-shaped face and her devotion. your dad's ghost lives in every mirror, in every reflection of your own determined eyes, a shadow you can never quite escape. you wanted to be someone worthy of that reflection — you wanted to be a hero, just like him. oh, you tried to be his savior, didn’t you? you tried to pull him back from death's embrace, tried to play god with forces beyond your understanding. you wanted to be like him, someone good, someone worth loving back. now, you know you are not. regret is a knife at your throat.

phoenix fire burns within you, bringing destruction and rebirth — how many times have you died and been reborn again? girl, you are death-touched, death-starved, death-enamored, death-sick. in your dreams, you build coffins with your beloved, and you wake up with this gnawing ache you can't shake. you're burning & you will burn out, and sometimes you wonder what you'll be in the end. will there be anything left of the girl you were before grief carved you hollow? before war made you resilient & strong? will you ever learn how to put down the sword, to stop burning yourself at the stake of your own conflictions? oh, girl, will you ever give up the flame?

iii. connections

one. HARUN POLAT , father — i’m sorry i cut you, dad, i’m so—so sorry. i gave you a card for father’s day once, it said you were my hero. you are. your laugh is a thunderclap, you love like surgery. i think they broke me, dad. i can’t erase their faces.

two. JAN SIRAC POLAT & ALTAN SERVER POLAT , siblings — this is what i want: i want to grab my brother’s hand and run back through time, losing years like coats falling from our shoulders.

three. OLEANDER FRANK LONGBOTTOM , it was love once, wasn't it? — you're an angel, i'm a dog. or you're a dog and i'm your man. you believe me like a god. i destroy you like i am. i'm sorry i'm the one you love. no one will ever love me like you again. so, when you leave me, i should die. i deserve it, don't i?

#hp rp #harry potter rp #semi appless rp #oc rp #new rp #mumu rp #skeleton rp #literate rp #fantasy rp #fandom rp #magic rp #tumblr rp #mature rp #ns: taken #marauders rp #golden trio rp #next gen rp #ns: skeleton

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racfoam · 2 years ago

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I am so ashamed that I skipped over Lily, James and Snape in 1st Wizarding War AU, here is some scenes in no particular order (Harry is 24 in the fic, Lily and the Co are 18 in the first meeting scene)

Lily

Harry collided with something — no, someone. Momentarily, the colour of orange autumn leaves filled her sight. Both Harry and the person — a woman — groaned at the colission, stumbling back from each other.

Opening her eyes, Harry was met with vibrant green eyes. They were the colour of spring grass, fresh leaves. They held entire forests of trees within them. Momentarily, Harry thought she had collided with a mirror, because those were Harry’s eyes.

The heart stopped beating inside her chest as she gazed upon the face of a witch, with long beautiful red hair and emerald green eyes.

Somehow, someway, Harry managed to breathe in, ignoring the sudden flood of tears welling in her eyes the longer she stared at her mother.

“I’m sorry —” started Harry, her voice mixing with a gentle one's, one Harry knew from dreams and memories, one that refused to step aside for Voldemort, the same voice that encouraged Harry on the graveyard, the same voice that told her she would always be with her.

They both stopped, blinking, confused by the other's apology.

“Sorry about that,” said Harry quickly, waving her wand at Lily's books without saying a thing. They floated up and back into Lily's bag. “I usually don’t crash into people.”

Lily raised her eyebrows.

“I'm Harry,” Harry burst out before she could cower, internally wincing at the little squeak in her voice.

Lily peered at her. She was the same height as Harry. “Have we met before?”

Harry forced out a dry laugh. “No. I'd remember if I met a beautiful witch like you.”

Lily chuckled. “You remind me of my boyfriend. He makes silly one-liners, too.”

James

A voice coughed, loudly. Clearly, it intended to be heard. “Being a Chaser is better.”

Harry knew that voice, a confident, masculine tone. She froze up. She forgot how to breathe. Slowly, she turned her head to the table where it had come from.

Unruly, short black hair and rectangular spectacles behind which piercing brown eyes stared. A six-foot-one young man stood across from her.

James Potter offered an awkward smile.

“Sure, the Seeker gets the glory, but it's the Chasers that keep the game going to give the team the advantage. Ten points can make or break the game.”

Harry continued gaping like a fish out of the water.

“Sorry," he said, and Harry saw so much of herself in him. “I really like Quidditch. I ramble about it. Tend to do that a lot, actually, about the things I love, now that I think about it... Only my girlfriend can stop me when I start.”

“I ramble, too,” said Harry suddenly, her mouth faster than her brain. It was probably the silliest first words to say.

Then again, she inherited that trait from the wizard in front of her.

Snape

“Oh," said Harry, pausing at the sight of a young man beside Voldemort. The greasy hair falling down his head and curtaining his face gave it away. “Sorry. The doors were open...”

“Not at all, darling,” said Voldemort. “Severus and I were just finished with our discussion. Dare I say, you are right on time.”

Harry was impressed not to see Snape flinch at Voldemort's cold voice. Even this young, with only a year out of Hogwarts, Snape was clearly made of tougher stuff.

Voldemort appeared completely at ease despite the interruption, smoothly transitioning into introductions. “Severus, this is Harriet Potter. Harriet, this is Severus Snape. A promising young potioneer. He is only a year out of Hogwarts, but has already proven himself a very capable wizard.”

I bet... thought Harry, fighting back from frowning.

“Nice to meet you,” said Harry politely, offering a hand. Snape glanced to Voldemort, and upon the elder wizard's nod (like Voldemort was giving Snape permission), Snape shook Harry's hand quickly, then let it go, as if burned, like holding Harry's hand a moment longer would give him a deadly disease. His hands were certainly that of a potioneer.

“Honoured to meet you,” said Snape, and Harry was surprised by how respectful the drawling voice was.

“You may go, Severus.”

The chill of Voldemort’s voice would be enough to make anyone other than Harry and Aurors cower. Snape showed no signs of fear. Instead, he bowed his head to Voldemort, and swept away, out of the drawing room, closing the doors.

“Interesting kid,” said Harry thoughtfully.

“Severus is hardly a child,” said Voldemort. “He is the most mature of all the witches and wizards his age.”

Harry decided to drop the subject.

#snippets

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dreamforest15 · 2 years ago

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If You Could See Me Now

Part 1 - harry

Harry first asked about his father when he was five. His teacher at St. Gregory wanted her students to write something about their father. Harry asked her what a father was and he never saw someone look so pityingly at him before. He decided he hated that look and never asked her again. He knew father meant dad when a nicer student told him. The kid was bullied by Dudly afterwards.

He went home that day and asked aunt Petunia about his father. He was forbidden from asking questions but he really wanted to know who his father was and why did everyone have a father but him. Aunt Petunia's face became red with anger but she answered him anyway.

His father died. In a car crash. He was a drunk who didn't care for his family. Didn't care for Harry's mother or Harry, not enough to stay alive and take care of his own problem.

He asked her what his father's name was but in response, he got an angry shriek from her and was told to get out.

That night Harry cried like he never had. He wondered if his father had ever wiped the tears off his face when he was a baby. Maybe he had. Maybe he even sang him songs to make him fall asleep. That night Harry pretended his father was there, singing him to sleep. And his mother was standing outside the door watching them fondly.

Harry knew the truth about his father when he was eleven. He also got to know his father's name. James. It was such a nice name he thought. And it'd fit his father well. How? He doesn't know. But James sounds like a name that'd belong to his father.

He also got to know James wasn't a careless man. He wasn't the drunk that his aunt told him about. James was a brave man. He did care about Harry. He did care about his wife, Harry's mom. And for the first time, he wondered if he was anything like his father.

And when Harry got the picture book from Hagrid he couldn't help but think that's how his father was supposed to look. He had a mental image of James and Lily and it didn't match the real pictures. But he couldn't help but think that they matched perfectly.

When Harry was thirteen he got to know a little bit more about his father. He not only loved Harry and Lily but also loved three other people. They were his family as much as Harry and Lily were and he loved them as much as Harry loves Ron and Hermione. He got to know how much of a great man his father was. How he made three strangers his family. How he managed to earn the respect of two of them to the extent that were ready to die for him. And for the hundredth time, Harry wondered if he was anything like him.

When Harry was fifteen he got to know about a darker side of his father. His father wasn't always the hero Harry and everyone around him made him out to be. He was also a boy once upon a time. He made mistakes. Great mistakes. And for a moment he hated him. Harry hated James. But then Sirius died. And the world came crumbling to his feet. He realized he never loved anyone as much as he loved Sirius, not even his real father. And with the earlier discovery, he didn't know if he should feel guilty or not.

When Harry turned seventeen he finally was able to forgive his father. He finally was able to look at him as a person rather than the hero he wanted him to be at the age of eleven or the villain he thought he was at the age of fifteen. James Potter was a human who made terrible mistakes. But even with all those mistakes, James Potter was a great man. To him. To everyone. And when he saw James in the forbidden forest he couldn't feel anything but longing. Longing for both his parents' touch, for Sirius' touch, for Lupin's calm voice.

When Harry turned twenty-one he stood in front of a mirror and wondered if his father looked like this when he died. He has always heard how much he looked like his father all his life. Did he look like this when Harry last saw him?

Harry compared himself to the picture of his father. The one where he was a baby and in the middle of his parents. He touched his chin, his hair, his ear. It did look a lot like James. But Harry would age. He'd turn twenty-two. James wouldn't. James would always be youthful, forever twenty-one. People won't tell Harry how much he looks like James anymore. Would people stop telling him that now? He doesn't want them to stop. He loved it when people told him that, even when he hated James.

Lily's eyes and James' features, that's how he liked to be described. That's how Mary MacDonald described him when she came to meet him. Harry touched his cheek again. Would James be proud if he could see him now? Was James proud of what he's done though out his life? Would James love him as much as Harry loves him even after not really knowing him?

How would James feel about Harry? What would he feel? How would he react if he ever saw Harry like this? Would he say what everyone says? That Harry looks just like him. He wouldn't maybe. Maybe he would say Harry was just like his mum. How would James handle all of the trouble Harry caused at Hogwarts? Would he have been proud or annoyed? Would he hate Harry for hating him at the age of fifteen?

What would he say? What would he feel? Would James recognize Harry? Would he approve of everything Harry did or shake his head in disagreement? At that moment Harry decided that he loved his mother more because he never had a doubt that she loved him and was proud of him. But mother sounds like the kind of person that is always with you. At least the things he heard of his mother made him feel like that.

Harry was twenty-three when he started hating October 31st.

When he was at Hogwarts he didn't think much of the day. It was fun. Hogwarts' feasts were amazing. But as he became older he learned it wasn't only a day to celebrate Halloween. It was also the day they celebrated Harry and his parents. It was the day his parents died. It was the day that didn't let him get close to his heroes. The day that took the ones that he still wants the most with him. The day which changed his life forever. That was the day for which he would never get to know if his parents were proud of him.

Harry was twenty-five when he became a father himself and he never wanted James Potter to be with him more. He named his child James. Did his father feel like this when he was born? Did James Potter feel nervous and helpless and so in love when Harry Potter was born? He accepted that he would never know. But he would do everything to make him proud. He would become the father to James that James Potter would have been for him but couldn't be.

And no matter how old he got and how so many people stopped saying he looked like James he still looked for his father's approval. In things that didn't matter. He would always ask what his father would do or say in a certain situation. And even though he would never get the answer to that because he never knew his father to begin with he still formed an answer and went with it. Because if they were seeing him now, he only wanted them to be proud of him and happy for him. The days of worries were over. Now he only wanted his parents to be side by side and wait for him till his time comes.

And they were his guardian angel Harry thought. They must have always looked after him. Because how did he even survive all these years if they weren't looking over him? James must have been proud of Harry. He must have loved Harry. Enough to stay there even when he couldn't. Harry's parents loved Harry and in return Harry loved them. It took Harry all these years to learn. Now he only wishes Teddy would understand that too. Understand it sooner than Harry. And he didn't know how to help the younger boy because what they felt towards their respective parents was vastly different. He can only wish with time Teddy would come to the conclusion that Harry had. His parents loved him and were proud of him.

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ourperfectlivesasleep · 1 year ago

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A Draco Malfoy one shot... (or maybe it can turn into a ff?)

I'm currently recovering my love for Harry Potter and, of course, my favorite character: Draco Malfoy... i have a little story made up in my head but just a kind of "one shot" formally written, but believe me, the whole plot is in my head and i don't know, i wanted to publish this small part and see if i find the inspiration to write the rest of it, or some of the scenes i have planned in my head....

Enjoy...? i guess haha

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Valerie Blanchard found herself coming out of the classroom after a very intense Defence Against the Dark Arts Class. She was holding a few books in her arms since she didn’t have the time to put them in her bag. Her friends were nowhere to be seen. Searching for them, she spotted Professor McGonagall standing in the middle of the whole crowd of students —who were just released from their classes and heading to the next one — with a concerned look on her face. A look that was telling her to come closer. She walked over to her.

‘Miss Blanchard, may I have a word with you?’ She asked with the same concern in her voice.

‘Sure, professor. What happened?’ she frowned.

‘Come, please’ Minerva grabbed her arm delicately and pulled her out of the crowd. They were now in the courtyard. ‘Valerie, I have terrible news for you…’ she started.

‘I received an owl. I – your mother had a terrible accident. A group of Death Eaters found her, they thought she had information about Potter, since she was very close friends with Lily Potter in her school years .’

Valerie was breathing heavily, staring right into Professor McGonagall’s eyes. She felt her heart beginning to pound in her chest. Nevertheless, she was eager to hear the rest. She wanted Minerva to get straight to the point.

‘She refused to talk, she didn’t have any information at all but they – she’s dead, Valerie. And I’m so sorry I had to be the one to tell you. If you…’

At this point Valerie stopped hearing Professor McGonagall’s words. She even stopped hearing her surroundings, the voices of the students talking eagerly, everyone walking in every direction, everything.

She opened her mouth slightly and blinked very slowly, as if she was under some slow motion effect, while tears started running down her cheeks. She turned around and walked away from McGonagall, not even excusing herself, not even knowing if she had finished talking. She just left.

The slow motion effect was still before her eyes, as she walked away as far as she could, not paying attention to who or what was around her. She didn’t care. She didn’t even realize she just pushed Draco Malfoy to a side so she could make her way through the crowd she was so desperate to get away from. He frowned and intended to go after her, looking for trouble as it always seemed to be when it came to Valerie Blanchard.

He then realized she was crying and that she was desperately trying to escape from that place.

He doubted. He doubted on going after her to tease her or to just let it pass and give her a break.

Anyway, his subconscious betrayed him and he started to walk behind her. He didn’t know exactly why. He wasn’t sure of his intentions at that moment. Make fun of her for crying and looking ridiculous in front of everyone? Complain about her pushing him aside just a moment ago? Just watch her crying from the distance without knowing exactly what to do? ask her what was so wrong that she didn’t take the time to notice his presence to get on his nerves?

‘What’s wrong?’ he thought for himself, because Valerie Blanchard never missed an opportunity to tease Draco Malfoy, and he wanted to know why.

Valerie finally reached the Clock Tower Backyard, believing she was all alone. She leaned her back against the nearest wall and let herself slide down until she reached the floor. placing her books aside, she closed her eyes and just let the tears run down her cheeks, while every memory of her and her mother replayed on her mind, crying harder as every minute passed.

it was as if she forgot to breathe for an instant because she let out a big breath as she opened her eyes slowly. From the corner of her eye, she spotted a tall figure standing in the distance. she turned her head and noticed it was the one and only Draco Malfoy, staring at her with a troubled look.

He had never seen this girl like this. So broken, so vulnerable.

And he didn't know what to do about it.

if she’d been in a better situation, she would have thrown a sassy comment at him and waited amusingly for his comeback. but at this moment she couldn't care less about his presence or if he saw her crying, or even if he wanted to make fun of her for doing so. She didn't care at all.

She covered her face with her palms and continued to cry. loudly, desperately, as if Draco Malfoy wasn't watching her in her weakest state, but clearly knowing he wouldn't waste time on teasing her later for that. Malfoy approached her slowly and stood beside her.

He felt strange, he had seen himself in the same situation countless of times; crying, and alone, with the only difference that no one ever approached him or tried to make him feel better. He always ended up drying his own tears, shrugging it all off and act as if nothing happened. But seeing Blanchard in the same circumstances… a very deep part of him didn't want her to feel like this. He knew how terrible it was to be so sad but at the same time so lonely, unable to open up to someone. He wouldn't want anyone to feel like he did so many times in his life.

“I’m not in the mood now, Malfoy. Leave” she said almost in a whisper, still with her face hidden in her hands.

“I’m not here to bother you,” he answered.

“Then why are you here?” she kind of snapped, now looking up at him. She wanted to say more, maybe insult him for just standing there and watching her cry her eyes out, maybe making fun of her in his head or planning how he was going to humiliate her for this the next day. But she didn't have the energy to do so, not now. and honestly she didn't care if he saw her red, swollen eyes or her rosy cheeks full of tears.

“I thought maybe you needed some company, you don't look okay” when she didn't answer, Draco continued, not very sure of himself anymore “I’m not very good with words, so I can just sit here… if you want” okay, that sounded better in his head. “- I mean…” he started again.

“Fine” was all she said.

Now he was surprised, he didn't actually expect her to agree. So he sat beside her, not knowing exactly what to do next. Draco wasn't sure if she wanted him to say some words of comfort, or if she preferred him to stay quiet. This made him think, because every person dealt with pain in a different way. There were people who liked some company, others that liked to be comforted, and others that rather be alone. Draco, went more with the last one. And he didn't know her at all, he just knew that she was an insufferable Gryffindor girl who liked to make his life miserable just for fun.

Just before he could think of anything else, Valerie rested her head on his shoulder and almost hid her face on his neck, still crying hopelessly. He suddenly felt his white school shirt get a bit wet.

“I-it’s okay, Blanchard… Whatever you're going through, it will pass. Everything will be okay” he whispered, not knowing exactly if that was the right thing to say in a moment like this, but he sounded sincere in his words.

“My mother’s dead… nothing’s okay” she said in a muffled voice.

Now, Draco didn't have words for that statement. This was way more serious than he thought.

“she was murdered… and I will never see her again. It’s so unfair” she broke down.

Valerie was so affected by his mother’s death that she didn't care at all that it was Malfoy she was opening up to and filling his expensive uniform shirt with tears. And probably she was going to regret that later, and very badly. but she was really desperate for some comfort, and her friends were nowhere to be seen. She just had this insufferable Slytherin boy who liked to make her life miserable just for fun. and right now, it was enough for her.

“I won't be able to hug her again, or listen to her voice, tell her my problems, ask her for advice… Nothing….”

“I know how you must be feeling, believe me. But listen, the first days will be the most difficult. But time - your time, will sort things out for you and your mourning, I promise… just, don't let yourself fall in a black, deep hole alone, yeah? you - you have people around who love you and care for you, and i'm sure they will support you and help you with everything you’re feeling, and will make you feel a bit better day by day until you learn how to live without her… Meanwhile, well… you have me” he said, hoping that his words would be at least slightly enough for her. probably not, because he was never enough, not even for his parents, but still he hoped. And oh, how he wished someone would have told him something like this in his worst moments. But sadly, he would always fall in that black and deep hole alone, and no, he didn't have as many people that loved him and cared for him like Valerie did. He barely had his mother…

“I don’t know you very much, but I know you can do this,” he said at last.

And then she hugged him, just like that. And yes, now she was sure she was going to regret this the next morning.

Draco answered and returned the hug just as slightly. Was he going to regret this tomorrow? At this point, he didn't know. This wasn't so bad at all.

Eventually, Valerie calmed down with her arms still around Malfoy and her head in his shoulder; the fabric beneath her face was already almost soaked with tears as well as her cheeks. The sky was already changing colors, from shades of orange and pink to a deep blue. Draco was starting to get hungry and he was almost sure it was already time for dinner. So he talked again after a few hours full of silence.

“Hey, Blanchard,” he said in a low voice.

“Hmm?” she mumbled.

“it's getting late, we should get going… I bet your friends are wondering where you are”

“Yeah, you’re right…” She started to get up. That was probably the first and the last time Draco was going to hear that phrase coming out of her mouth.

Draco got to his feet too. “How are you feeling now?” they started walking to the great hall

“I’m still in shock… And it bloody hurts'. He felt her voice break again “but, surprisingly, I'm feeling a bit better… you really did help” Draco opened his eyes in surprise.

“I did?” he asked.

“Yes… So thank you, really…” she said. honesty in her voice.

“Yeah, anytime…”

Eventually they returned to the Great Hall where everyone was sitting down to get dinner. They entered together, and Valerie’s friends spotted her immediately.

“Valerie! for God’s sake where have you been? we’ve been looking for you everywhere!” said Hermione while giving Malfoy a side eye, but ignoring him. She then noticed Valerie’s been crying. “Come on let’s go to our table”

Valerie shot one last glance at Malfoy, who gave her a sad smile and went to his table, where his “friends” were of course not as worried for him as Harry, Ron and Hermione were for Valerie.

“Why were you with Malfoy? Did he do something bad to you?” asked Harry

“No, he didn't do anything…” Valerie said lowly.

“Then why are you crying? you can tell us, you know, and maybe we can turn him into a ferret again, permanently, this time. that would be brilliant” Said Ron. Hermione elbowed him.

“Guys… it has nothing to do with Malfoy…” she started and, after a not so short pause, she told them everything. Well, not exactly everything. She of course omitted the part where Malfoy comforted her.

“Oh, Valerie… I’m so sorry to hear that,'' Hermione said and hugged her tightly, without saying another word. She really didn't know what else to say in a situation like this. Ron, who sat beside her, also hugged her and rubbed her back while whispering “I’m so sorry, Val”

On the other hand, Harry was feeling terribly guilty.

And at the other side of the Great Hall, sat Draco Malfoy watching that scene from afar. This time, he smiled sadly to himself, because he knew he would never have friends or anyone who would comfort him like that, but watching Valerie having the support she needed, well, it made him feel more at ease. and he didn't even know why, because he hated her, and he shouldn't be happy for his enemy having things he would never have.

After dinner they all went up to their respective common rooms. Valerie and Hermione went to the girls dormitories, where they got ready for bed. Valerie felt exhausted and drained.

“Val… I know this is very hard for you and that… words are not enough to ease the pain you must be feeling right now but, just know that I’m here for you, anytime you need me, alright?” Valerie nodded as she sat on her bed.

“Thank you, Mione… For everything. I really appreciate it” she smiled at her and they finally went to sleep.

But even though Valerie was extremely tired and sleepy, she couldn’t find herself to fall asleep.

Was she going to regret everything that happened with Malfoy the next morning?

uhmm… maybe not… not at all.

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Chapter One.

King’s Cross Station was bustling with people, as per usual, and I stood side by side with my father, Sirius Black, looking around for the rest of our usual party that met before boarding the elusive Hogwarts Express; Uncle James, Aunt Lily, and their son Harry, who also happened to be one of my best mates and cousin by proxy. A smile lights up my facial features upon seeing the familiar mop of unruly curls and green eyes, two things I had grown quite fond of over the years, not that I would ever admit it out loud of course.

“Astri!”

“Harry!”

We embrace and I laugh airily before releasing first, taking the time to look him over and nodding in approval. He looked much more put together than last year and for that, I was grateful and I knew he was as well, especially since he had laid his eyes on a particular redhead that was a year below us. A smirk replaces the smile I wore at the thought, giving him a knowing look and laughing again when I see the tips of his ears flush red.

“You look great, by the way. I think Ginny will be pleased.” I nudge him lightly with my elbow and he returns it, the tip of his nose now matching his ears.

“Thanks, but hush it. Mum and dad will never let me live it down if they find out.”

I roll my eyes affectionately before turning to my Uncle James and Aunt Lily, offering them a wave of my own before I’m lifted up into the air by Uncle James, a squeal falling from my lips.

“There’s my favourite little star! It’s so good to see you. Been too long, it has. Right, Lilypad?” He looks over at his wife, who now matched her son with how red she was upon hearing the nickname he had donned for her back in their years at Hogwarts, sweet really. I giggle and slap his arm playfully, silently telling him to put me down, which he does, and I look up at him with a nod of my head.

“It has been too long, but we’ll see each other at Christmas. A whole week and a half of me, along with your best mate, whom I’m surprised you aren’t sick of yet after all these years.”

Harry snorts and Aunt Lily laughs, quickly covering her mouth as my father’s own mouth drops open with a shocked, “Hey now!”

I give him an innocent look and he grumbles before ruffling my hair, to which I shriek in protest, rushing over to my Aunt Lily who immediately springs into action and begins to fix it, her touch gentle and full of love. She smooths some of the golden curls down and tucks a few stray ones behind my ears, the same green eyes as Harry’s looking into my silver ones and smiling softly.

“You look more and more like your mother every single day, Astri. A lovely young woman and she would be proud.”

A lump forms in my throat then that I struggle to swallow, feeling the backs of my eyes prick with unshed tears. My mother was Marlene McKinnon, a singularly gifted and formidable witch, taken too soon by none other than the Dark Lord himself. I never got the chance to truly meet her, but her memory still lived on through my father and everyone else that knew her, it just was nowhere near close to being the same as actually having her here. I was going into my fifth year and she had not gotten to see any of it, not seeing me grow or getting my wand from Ollivanders, nothing. It hurt, I would not deny, although I was incredibly thankful for the people I did have. But how could anyone replace my mother? They could not and I was reminded of that fact all the time.

“Thanks you, Aunt Lils.” I manage to choke out and the woman pulls me in for a warm hug, the familiar scent of sugar and amber invading my senses, comforting and one of my favourite combinations. The pair of us had made a deal long ago that she would always be there, taking on the things that my father deemed too hard to handle and boy, did that come in handy. I smile as she kisses my cheek and steps back, looking up at her husband then.

Harry makes a face at the loving look his parents share before chiming in, “We better get a move on or we’re going to miss the train. I don’t fancy having a repeat of my second year.” He grimaces as Uncle James guffaws, earning a smack to the arm from Aunt Lily. I burst into a fit of giggles and quickly stifle them with an enclosed fist, sharing a look with my father as his eyes twinkle with a mixture of mischief and faux disapproval.

“I’m just glad Astri wasn’t there. I would’ve had to come after you and Ron for that.” My father says, reaching up to clap Harry on the back, giving a small squeeze and a now stern look.

Harry falters and opens his mouth to speak when I quickly intervene, “As if you and the Marauders didn’t do things that were twice as bad, if not more so!”

He gives me a look as we all start walking, pushing our trolleys with our trunks, making our way to Platform 9 3/4’s with haste. “I wasn’t a dad back then.”

I roll my eyes and nudge him with a shake of my head, to which he returns; all in good fun. That was the type of relationship I had with my father and truth be told, I wouldn’t change it for the world. He was lenient, but when he needed to make a point and be heard, especially when it came to being a single father of a teenage witch, he was ruthless, relentless, and everything else in-between. I tried my best not to bring that side out of him too often, but it had happened in the past and I did not want to rehash that, no thank you.

We all manage to make it to the platform on time and Harry goes first, followed by Uncle James and Aunt Lily, leaving the two sole members of the Black family, looking at each other with mirrored mischievous facial expressions.

“Together?” He asks.

“Together.” I confirm.

We turn back to face the barrier and with a running start, we walk through and are met with an abundance of witches and wizards alike, along with the gleaming Hogwarts Express, steam billowing out of the top and the whistle blowing to signify that we would be taking off soon. I turn to my father and the mischievous looks are long gone, now replaced with a sense of sadness. I feel it, too, and was more than likely showing it as well. I could not help it and it was the same every year. Not that I minded; having something to miss just meant that you had something to lose.

“Bye dad. I’ll miss you.”

He chuckles and quickly pulls my petite frame into his arms, giving a squeeze as he rocks back and forth for a moment, hand on my head as he kisses the top of it. “I’ll miss you, too. Don’t you forget to write and I’ll see you at Christmas.”

I nod and inhale deeply, memorising the moment and filing it away with all the others before pulling back, both of our sets of silver eyes shining with unshed tears. We both bark out a laugh and I grab my trolley, beginning to push it to the designated area for all student belongings.

“I love you, my star.”

My heart clenches as I glance over my shoulder, seeing that one tear had slipped from his eye and was now rolling down his cheek. The whistle blew again and I had to resist the urge to turn all the way around, running back to him and refusing to board. I continue to push the trolley and once I’m far enough away, I angle my head over my shoulder once more and shout, “I love you, too!” with a grin and he returns it, along with a wave as he reconnects with Uncle James and Aunt Lily, the latter of which was a complete mess of tears as she watches after her only son, who now stood beside me.

Harry sniffles, “Ready?”

I blink a couple of times, choosing not to acknowledge his own red-rimmed eyes, and softly say, “Ready.”

We drop our trolleys off and make our way onto the train, moving down the aisle as we look for an empty compartment, finding one after a few tries and settling in. The pair of us sit in silence for a spell, which was fine with me as it gave us time to compose ourselves, before Ron Weasley popped his head in.

“There you are! I was looking everywhere for you two!”

Harry and I look up simultaneously at the youngest Weasley boy, who had now entered the compartment and took his usual place next to Harry. They engage in pleasantries before Hermione Granger and Luna Lovegood enter as well, much to my relief. There was far too much testosterone going on for my liking.

“Astri, you look lovely,” Luna says, taking a seat on my left, a dreamy smile present on her face. Besides Harry, Luna was my best friend, the two of us joined at the hip ever since our first year and Harry was sorted into Gryffindor, myself into Ravenclaw. I did not think I would find a friend as good as him until she came along, which was saying something. She truly was one of a kind and I could not have been more grateful for her.

“Thanks, Luna. You look quite lovely yourself, as do you, Hermione.” I smile at both girls and we soon dive into our own pleasant conversation before Blaise Zabini shows up for Luna, knocking on the compartment door with an uncharacteristically sheepish smile upon his strikingly handsome face. It looked odd, but I knew exactly why, sharing a look with her before she gets up to follow him with a whisper of “I shall return. Watch for the Nargles, they seem to have taken a liking to Ron.” Hermione and I giggle together before she asks, “Is that about what I think it’s about?”

I give her the same look I had just given Luna and I nod, “Oh yes. They’ve been writing each other all Summer and I think this may be the start of the epic love she keeps going on about. Did she tell you?”

Hermione returns the nod and drops her voice lower, glancing over at Harry and Ron to make sure they were not eavesdropping, before continuing, “She did. I told her I thought it was wonderful because despite being a Slytherin, Blaise seems to really like her and why not go for it?”

“I agree. It’s about time someone notices her brilliance.”

We fall back into easy conversation, which I was thankful for considering all the boys’ could talk about was meeting up with Fred and George to prank Peeves before classes started. I rolled my eyes, Harry truly was his father’s son, and looked out the window for a brief period, watching as the scenery passed us by; rolling hills and lush grass that went on forever, it was breathtaking and it also reminded me how fortunate I was to have the life I did, with these friends and all these opportunities. It was like something out of a muggle fairytale and I was determined to make this the best year at Hogwarts yet.

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