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Nagini never said she wanted a mate
Nagini never said she wanted a mate
by TraumDieb
Nagini never wanted a mate - she often discussed that with her master before. So why did he come home with a giant male snake and told her to bother her new companion instead of him? After scenting the air she decided the younger snake would be a better match for her master than herself. She would get the hatchlings together and maybe her master would let her eat the rat that deliciously smells like fear as a reward. Her master never liked him anyways.
Or alternatively: - Nagini playing matchmaker - Harry is not having a good time - Voldemort didn't know that snakes could be gay but you learn something new every day
Words: 5168, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage
Categories: M/M
Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle, Voldemort (Harry Potter), Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Dolores Umbridge, Gilderoy Lockhart, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Nagini (Harry Potter), Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Death Eater Characters, Lucius Malfoy, Hedwig (Harry Potter), Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Albus Dumbledore, Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan
Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Harry Potter/Voldemort, Cedric Diggory & Harry Potter, Sirius Black & Harry Potter
Additional Tags: Harry Potter is So Done, Alternate Universe - Harry Potter Setting, Harry Potter is a Horcrux, Parselmouth Harry Potter, Snake-Like Voldemort (Harry Potter), Possessive Tom Riddle, Somewhat Good Voldemort (Harry Potter), Sane Voldemort (Harry Potter), Creature Harry Potter, Past Cedric Diggory/Harry Potter, Morally Grey Harry Potter, Protective Nagini (Harry Potter), Sassy Nagini (Harry Potter), Parental Nagini (Harry Potter), Magically Powerful Harry Potter, Magical Bond, Familiars, Soulmates, Misguided Albus Dumbledore, Misguided Ron Weasley
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47901466
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by TraumDieb Nagini never wanted a mate - she often discussed that with her master before. So why did he come home with a giant male snake and told her to bother her new companion instead of him? After scenting the air she decided the younger snake would be a better match for her master than herself. She would get the hatchlings together and maybe her master would let her eat the rat that deliciously smells like fear as a reward. Her master never liked him anyways. Or alternatively: - Nagini playing matchmaker - Harry is not having a good time - Voldemort didn't know that snakes could be gay but you learn something new every day Words: 1781, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage Categories: M/M Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle, Voldemort (Harry Potter), Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Dolores Umbridge, Gilderoy Lockhart, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Nagini (Harry Potter), Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Death Eater Characters, Lucius Malfoy, Hedwig (Harry Potter) Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Harry Potter/Voldemort, Cedric Diggory & Harry Potter, Sirius Black & Harry Potter Additional Tags: Harry Potter is So Done, Alternate Universe - Harry Potter Setting, Harry Potter is a Horcrux, Parselmouth Harry Potter, Snake-Like Voldemort (Harry Potter), Possessive Tom Riddle, Somewhat Good Voldemort (Harry Potter), Sane Voldemort (Harry Potter), Creature Harry Potter, Past Cedric Diggory/Harry Potter, Morally Grey Harry Potter, Protective Nagini (Harry Potter), Sassy Nagini (Harry Potter), Parental Nagini (Harry Potter), Magically Powerful Harry Potter, Magical Bond, Familiars, Soulmates
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Dancing in the Dark
Draco Malfoy x female!reader Request
Word count:1.8k
Warnings:slight blood, nothing too bad
Summary:You are supposed to help Draco kill Dumbledore, but things don't go according to plan...
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Requested by JulzLovDraco4Eva on Wattpad
"You will do as he says"
I stared at Bellatrix in shock. It couldn't be. It's couldn't be him. Why would I have to meet him? Why me? I'm just a pawn in his great strategy to take over the Wizarding World. Why would he want to talk to me!?
"Come on!"
My rigidity dissolved, as Bellatrix pushed me forward, closer to the room, where he was. My thoughts were racing. Does he even know who I am? Will he kill me?
The door came closer and closer.
I'm not a pure blood. I'm only here because my family was close to the Malfoy's! What does he want!?
The door opened. There he was. Sitting behind his desk. Said desk was empty, except for the gigantic snake that everyone knew and feared as 'Nagini'.
I gulped as Bellatrix pushed me closer to the desk. I watched as the snake quietly hissed at me.
"My Lord", Bellatrix mumbled. She slowly bowed in front of him. I copied her actions, too afraid of what would happen if I didn't.
"You're parents taught you manners"
So, this was his voice. It was calm, but still soaked with venom. You could hear, that he could kill anyone, if he just wanted to.
"My Lord", I mumbled. I could slap myself, for sounding so afraid, but I couldn't help it.
"Rise, my child. I have a task for you", he said, a smile on his pale lips.
"Yes, my lord", I said and looked up. He granted me a polite smile and motioned for me to come closer. I gulped and stepped forward. The only thing parting us was the desk and the snake on it. Said snake hissed at me again and raised her head.
"Nagini likes you", He mumbled and petted her head.
"Now, to your task.",He said and looked at me again,"I want you to assist Draco Malfoy in the killing of Albus Dumbledore."
My eyes widened at his words. Draco, killing Professor Dumbledore?! He could never do that. Dumbledore was way to smart for that!
"I know what you are thinking", the dark lord said and rose to his feet. He towered over me. His eyes lingering on my small Form.
"That's why he needs assistance", he stated and leaned forward,"Did I make myself clear!?"
Suddenly I felt a sharp pain rushing trough my limbs. I grunted and fell to my knees.
"Yes, my lord!", I pressed out.
"Good", he said.
The pain left, as fast as it came and I was able to breathe again.
"I expect you to do everything possible, even if it costs your life.", He said. I only nodded and got up again.
"And to make it clear", The lord said and petted Naginis head, "I have a present for you"
I watched in shock, as Nagini hissed and suddenly rushed forward, her mouth wide opened, her fangs ready to attack.
This is it, I thought, im gonna die. This is the end. I watched as she got closer and closer and finally reached my body.
"Y/N, Y/N, wake up!?!"
My eyes opened and I was awake again. I looked around confused. Voldemort was gone. Bellatrix was gone. And Nagini was gone. I was no longer at the Malfoy residence. I was in the Slitherin dorm at Hogwars.
"Y/N, are you alright?"
I looked up and looked in the concerned eyes of my room mate. She was sitting next to my bed. All the others were awake and were looking at us.
Only now, I realized how tired I was. Sweat glistening on my forehead and my hand was holding my hip tightly. The place, where Nagini had left a scar with her fangs. It wasn't completely healed yet and I felt like she was watching me through it. I dreamed of this every night.
"You were screaming in your sleep", my roommate explained, as the others slowly started to get ready for the day.
"I'm fine", I mumbled and got up to get dressed, "Sorry for scaring you"
She only nodded, not completely convinced. But she gave in, considering that we had classes in a few minutes.
While getting ready, I thought about my task again. I thought about Draco. He used to be mean to me. Everytime I came to him with a new idea on how to kill Dumbledore withoht a confrontation, he only grumbled around. But it had gotten better through the school year. He stopped insulting me and talked with me in a normal polite way.
I sighed and grabbed my books, as I stepped out of the bathroom. I had to talk to him. We couldn't do this. We can't kill Dumbledore. He wasn't ready for this and I wasn't either. We are just children. It was unfair.
As I walked into the great hall for lunch, I spotted my friends at their table. Against the rules, I walked over to the Gryffindor table and said down next to Harry.
"Morning", I mumbled and grabbed a toast.
"Hey Y/N", Hermione smiled.
"Are you alright?", Harry asked and eyed me cautiously,"You look so pale"
"I'm a Slitherin", I grinned, "I have to be pale. I mean, have you seen Malfoy!?"
Ron chuckled at my little joke and nodded agreeingly.
"Speaking of", Harry said and looked at me, "Since when are you best friends with Malfoy? You're always hanging out with him"
"Ehm...",I felt how my hands started to get sweaty. How should I explain it!? I couldn't tell them the truth. That was impossible. Hey, me and Draco want to kill Dumbledore, it's nothing important. No, I couldn't do that.
I still didn't know what to say, but at that exact moment, I watched as Draco entered the great hall. He looked just a done, as me. He was my savior.
"Eh, I'm sorry. I need to go", I mumbled and got up, before any of them could say anything more.
"Draco", I shouted, as I got closer to him. His head turned around and his eyes met mine. I'm pretty sure, I was mistaken but I could've sworen, that I saw a light smile appearing on his lips, as he saw me.
"Y/N", he mumbled, as I stopped in front of him.
"We need to talk", I said right away,"Do you have a second?"
Deaco only nodded and I grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the Great hall. I walked into the direction of the astronomy tower. Draco followed suit behind and after a few minutes, we reached our destination.
I opened the door and stepped outside. No one was here. I breathed in deeply and turned around. Draco was waiting for me to start talking.
"We can't do it", I said.
"What do you mean?", Draco asked perplexed.
I sighed and started walking around the tower in circles:"We can't kill Dumbledore. We simply can't. We don't have the skills for it and besides that, do you really want him to win?!"
Draco looked at the ground in front of him. He quietly shook his head, to afraid to say his name out loud.
"See!?", I said and stepped closer to him. I carefully grabbed his arm:"We can't do it!"
"But then, what else should we do?", Draco asked.
"We could tell Dumbledore", I proposed.
"No way", Draco interrupted,"Snape is too close to him, we would be dead, before we can say 'Quidditch'"
"Then let's run away or whatever. I don't know, Draco. But we can't do this!", I yelled desperately.
Draco sighed. He looked at my hand, still holding onto his arm. He softly raised his other arm and took my hand into his. I looked at him confused.
"I can't let anything happen to you", he stated firmly.
"W-What do you mean?", I mumbled, as Draco pulled me closer to him.
"As much as I don't want to admit it", Draco said and looked down, "I've grown quite fond of you and I can't bare the thought of loosing you, Y/N"
My eyes widened. He...he liked me? He really liked me?
"Draco",I mumbled and raised my hand to caress his face, "Then let's run away together"
He only nodded, pulling me into his arms. His arms wrapped around me tightly and my Hands interlocked behind his head.
"It's going to be alright", I mumbled and softly kissed his cheek, "I know it"
How badly I wished that I was right. But nothing was going to be alright. Not anymore, it was too late for that. Now, that I watched in horror and Snapes spell hit Dumbledore and he flew down the Astronomy tower. It was way to late now. We were in too deep.
I looked over to Draco, who was standing right next to me. He was just as shocked, as I was. I reached out to grab his hand. He looked at me perplexed, but I squeezed his hand, trying to calm him a little bit.
Draco only nodded at me.
I turned around, as I heard Bellatrix enter the tower. She was laughing like the mad woman, she was. But she suddenly stopped, as she saw Draco and me standing next to each other, our hands intertwined.
"You", she snarled and pointed her wand at me,"You were supposed to help him and not make it harder!"
"Bellatrix", Snape said, trying to calm her, but it was too late. She already fired a spell into my direction.
"Y/N", I heard Draco yell, as he pulled away. I hissed, as I felt something scratch my upper arm. But mere seconds later, I felt how Draco wrapped his arms around me and we apparated.
As I opened my eyes again, we were standing in front of the castle, not far away from Hagrids house.
"Y/N, are you okay?", Draco asked and eyed my arm.
"It's just a scratch", I mumbled and grabbed his hand, "Come on, we need to get as far away from here, as possible"
"You're right", Draco nodded, but I felt how he pulled me closer to him again.
I looked up and mere seconds later, Draco pressed his lips on mine in a passionate kiss. With his arms around my waist and my hands around his neck, we apparated again. Far far away from here, where no one would ever find us. We were save.
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Nose Goes
For @foratmysidewalkshope, who inspired this. I cannot tell you how much fun I had writing it, thank you for the Evan Rosier nose fetish hc I didn't know I needed <3
Evan nudged his mate in the ribs and nodded towards the man in the center of the audience. He stage-whispered, “He cuts a nice profile, you have to admit.”
Regulus rolled his eyes. He was beginning to regret inviting Evan along to come listen to Lord Voldemort speak. “Must you?”
Evan nodded earnestly and grinned at Regulus. “I must. I mean, look at him. Gorgeous nose. Even you would agree that he’s handsome, surely.”
“Do not drag me into this, Evan,” Regulus said, holding his hand up in protest. “I want no part of it.”
Evan reached over and pinched Regulus’ nose. “Whatever you say.”
Regulus shot him a stern look. “We are in public, Evan. Do try to exhibit some self-control.”
Evan made a face, but he kept his hands to himself for the rest of the Dark Lord’s speech and made no further comments.
*
“It’s just such an aristocratic nose, do you know what I mean?” Evan said enthusiastically.
Lucius looked at him in abject horror. “I do not know what you mean.”
“There are some thoughts that should stay inside your head, Rosier,” Alecto drawled.
Evan scowled. “Bellatrix gets to wax poetic over him all the time and you all call it devotion. Why is it wrong when I do it?”
“Bellatrix isn’t obscenely fixated on his nose, Rosier. And she isn’t nearly as bad as you.”
*
“If any of you have any suggestions…” Voldemort said, looking around at his gathered Death Eaters. Evan’s hand shot up. Voldemort gestured at him. “Go on, what are your thoughts?”
“I think you would look great with a nose ring. Have you ever considered that?”
Voldemort stared at Evan for a full minute. Nobody said anything. Nobody moved. Half the Death Eaters hardly dared breath for fear of laughing and angering Voldemort further. “About the raid. Does anyone have suggestions about the raid.”
“Oh, well then, no. Never mind,” Evan said. “Still think it’s a good suggestion though,” he muttered under his breath.
Voldemort was so thrown off that he called the meeting early. On the way out, Regulus murmured, “What kind of nose ring?”
“I thought you wanted no part of this,” Evan replied.
Regulus shrugged. “Call it morbid curiosity.”
“A proper ring,” Evan said. “Studs are for sissies.”
Regulus nodded. “It shows lack of commitment.”
“Exactly! You get it. I’m right, aren’t I? It would look good.”
“Not everything that is true needs to be said out loud, though, Evan.”
“He can read our minds anyway. Might as well.”
Regulus sighed. Evan had always been woefully lacking in decorum. “That is not a reason to broadcast your every thought to the entire room.”
Evan shrugged. “Says you.”
“No, I assure you, everyone is in agreement about this.”
*
Voldemort sat in his study, his jaw clenching repeatedly. It had been a mild annoyance at first, the Rosier problem, but it was getting completely out of hand. Voldemort was used to being admired, he was accustomed to having people compliment his good looks, but it was unnerving to have someone spend 45 minutes staring at his nose. And it was frankly getting difficult to maintain authority with the increasingly unsettling comments Rosier made.
“I am at a loss,” he said to Nagini, who lay at his feet. “I may have to kill the boy. He is driving me mad.”
“Men like him make me grateful I no longer have a human body to gawk at,” Nagini responded.
Voldemort raised an eyebrow, an idea forming in his mind. “That’s brilliant,” he muttered. He knew exactly what his next Horcrux was going to be.
*
“Evan, are you crying?” Regulus asked, incredulous.
“No!” Evan insisted. “It’s just dusty in your house, Wilkes, does your house elf never clean?”
“Oh, shove off, Rosier,” Wilkes replied. “You know she doesn’t. Sodding elf is half demented.”
Evan sighed heavily, looking at the Dark Lord’s altered appearance. His nose had been replaced with reptilian slits. “It was a thing of beauty. And just like that, it’s gone.”
Amycus leaned over, grinning wickedly, and said, “Hey, I heard Snape is thinking of getting a nose job.”
“WHY?!” Evan demanded, somewhat hysterical. “It’s his only good feature!”
Amycus cackled and Voldemort put his head in his hands. “You are all dismissed.”
Wilkes hesitated. “My Lord? This is…my house.”
“I said you are dismissed.”
Wilkes glared at Evan. “Mark my words, I will get you back for this. Getting me kicked out of my own house because of your freaky nose obsession…”
#Evan Rosier#ficlet#crack#my fest fics are both so heavy it was nice to write something light and funny for a change#I cracked myself up tbh#putting it out into the world before I can stop myself
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Promised Part 13 - Tom Riddle x reader
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Masterpost | Masterlist
Summary: In this story, Tom didn’t grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader’s sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.
Disclaimer: Please be aware that I don’t condone any of this in real life. (GIF is not mine)
Warnings: Arranged marriage
Word count: 3.1k
Part 13 - Pranks & Proper Paybacks
The quill in your hand scratched lightly over the parchment as you were taking notes for Astronomy in the library. It was quiet, as usual, except for the occasional questions and thereof resulting explanations between Ben and Camille. She helped him study for his upcoming Herbology exam, for which he clearly hadn’t revised enough yet. Silly boy.
Tom was there too and sat next to you, completing the quartet round the table. He tried his best not to hiss at them every time Ben asked something. You noticed from the corner of your eye, how he gulped down every thought that built up in his head when another word poured from Ben’s mouth. It was amusing, to say the least, seeing Tom battling with himself to keep his cool. He still didn’t like Ben very much and would much rather study with you alone. But the fact that he had voluntarily sat down with the three of you, tried to behave and didn’t yell at Ben whenever he opened his mouth, told you that he probably didn’t hate him as much as he pretended to.
“So, about the Fluxweed again,” Ben whispered, browsing through his book. “How many days does it have to grow?”
Camille was about to answer when Tom pressed his palm against his forehead and exhaled dramatically. “Sixteen, Ben. It’s sixteen. She’s told you that three times at least.”
Ben took a quick look at Tom, while still fumbling through the book. “I know, mate. I just can’t memorise it. Why do I even need to know that?”
Tom flung a piece of parchment toward him, pointing at the empty sheet. “Write it down, then. There are some things you must know. Get over it.”
“Alright, alright,” Ben grinned and didn’t seem to care about Tom’s tone at all. “I’ll write it down, see? Fluxweed takes thirteen days to grow. Happy now?”
“Sixteen,” Camille, Tom and you sighed in unison.
“Oh.” He crossed out the number and sloppily wrote the correct one above it. “Sixteen then.”
Camille and you chuckled to yourselves while Tom only shook his head slightly, his eyes back inside his own book. Ben certainly was careless, or to be more precise, a lot more careless than Camille, Tom and you when it came to grades. The way he talked about homework and even exams was astonishing. He hadn’t even studied for his O.W.L. in Care for Magical Creatures in his fifth year, and he still got an ‘Exceeds Expectations’. Or so he had told you. He had always found a way to talk his way out of things, which was reasonable. Teachers really seemed to like him. Or rather do anything to stop him from talking once in a while.
“Oh, wait,” Ben said again.
“Just read your book,” Tom grunted.
“No, hang on.”
Ben stood up and stretched his arm out quickly, reaching and grasping for something to your left. You all turned your heads and saw him catching something that had been flying right at you.
“I might be bad at Herbology. But you’re lucky I’m a bloody good Seeker,” he said and twisted the thin thing between his fingers.
“What is it?” Camille asked. “Let me see.”
Ben put the thing down onto the desk, still pressing his index finger on top of it. “It’s a quill. But it appears to be jinxed. It was flying on its own and headed right for your face,” he said and looked at you. “Still wants to, I can feel it moving.”
The grey quill twitched eagerly beneath Ben’s hand, trying to escape and pointed its sharp tip right at you, ready to pierce into your skin.
“Not again,” you mumbled.
“Again?”
Things, odd things, had been happening during the week. Someone had definitely played some pranks and antics on you. You hadn’t found out who it was yet, but it certainly had become pesky. On Monday, someone had left you a note that said Professor Merrythought wanted a word with you. Once you had arrived at the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom however, you were met with a confused teacher and had a hard time explaining yourself. Tuesday, someone had poured Rash Powder over your dinner. You had almost taken a bite but thankfully had noticed the unfamiliar smell in time. Wednesday was more subtle. There had been puddles and slippery spots everywhere you stepped. Avoiding them had been a tedious task. And now, on Thursday, this. The quill didn’t look like it could badly injure you, but its vivid nature was a sign for a hex, rather than a jinx. No matter who it was, all those things did tear on your nerves. Not only because the pranks got to you, but because there was a possibility someone had been following you without you noticing. Every time you had gone to the Come and Go Room you had turned around and checked if someone was behind you, just in case. That was the exhausting part.
“Just some pranks,” you explained. “I don’t know who or why, but it’s getting fairly ridiculous.”
“Could someone,” Ben puffed. “Stop this thing? It’s trying to escape.”
Tom pointed his wand directly at the quill and rolled his wrist. It lit up for a fraction of a second and crumbled to dust right after.
“Ouch,” Ben hissed and fanned his hand through the air hastily before putting his index inside his mouth. “Thanks, mate.”
Tom smirked complacently, partly for the spell he had just cast and partly for burning Ben’s fingertip. “Anytime, mate.”
Camille dragged her finger through the ashes, took a good look at them and rubbed it off between her index and her thumb. “Who would do that?”
“I don’t know,” you answered.
“Avery and Lestrange again, perhaps?” she asked.
“Unlikely,” Tom said. “I checked on them some days ago. They’re still with Carpe most of the time, scrubbing the floors and polishing trophies. And besides, they wouldn’t dare.”
“Who else could it be then?” Camille asked as she blew the remaining ashes off the desk with a quick cleaning spell.
The four of you exchanged looks around the table. “To be honest,” Tom began. “I was suspecting you for a while, Ben.”
“Me?” Ben asked wide-eyed. “Why would I do that? I just stopped that quill.”
“‘I’m aware, I’ve seen that now.”
Camille hummed, deep in thought. “Wait,” she said. “What about Freda? Freda Morris.”
“The head girl?” Ben asked.
“Yes,” she said. “She was so jealous at Slughorn’s party, wasn’t she?”
Tom looked at you, biting on the inside of his lower lip, then nodded. “That doesn’t sound too far fetched.”
“I wouldn’t have thought she’d be so creative,” you said while picking up your books. “Well, I’ll keep an eye on her then.”
Once you had gathered all your things, you got up and waited for Tom to do the same.
“Where are you going?” Camille asked. “It’s not even seven yet.”
“I have to,” you stopped yourself. You had to tend to the potion in the Come and Go Room again. Needless to say, you couldn’t tell them that. “I have to go and look after Nagini. The snake. She’s shedding at the moment. Talk to you soon.”
“Let us know if something else happens,” Camille said and waved you goodbye.
Tom followed you silently. Of course, they didn’t ask him why he had to come and check on Nagini as well. The perks of being intimidating. Apart from this, Camille and Ben surely didn’t mind studying without him nagging all the time.
On your way out, right when you left the library and headed toward the grand staircase, Tom and you were halted by another student. Platinum blonde and blue-eyed, Abraxas Malfoy, who was one of Tom’s ever so devious sycophants, locked eyes with him.
“Tom,” he greeted and stopped right in his tracks.
“Abraxas,” Tom replied.
Oh, what did he want now? There wasn’t a lot of time until the potion had to be stirred, so you hoped Malfoy wouldn’t keep you from going any longer.
“So,” Abraxas began. “I’ve seen, you like to keep new company these days.”
Tom frowned and looked over his shoulder. Clearly, Abraxas didn’t mean you. “What are you implying?”
“I’m not implying anything,” he said and chortled a sour laugh. “I’m just observing. You’re dealing with mudbloods now?”
He was talking about Ben. Malfoy and Tom’s other ‘friends’ had probably seen you in the library together. Or in the Three Broomsticks, some weeks ago. Abraxas must have felt really brave to talk to the head boy in this way. His chest was swollen with pride and the glint in his gaze spoke more than he could have ever said. He was out to get something from this conversation.
Tom only exhaled sharply and stared back at Malfoy, completely unconcerned about his reproach. “And how come that’s any of your business, exactly?”
“Oh, it isn’t of course,” Abraxas answered. “I was just surprised. Shocked even.”
“I do apologize,” Tom sneered, clicking his tongue in fake sympathy. “That the gathering of other people, who don’t concern you in the slightest, has ruined your precious day.”
Abraxas stared back at him, obviously trying hard to keep calm. His smile still sat neatly on his face; it were his eyes that betrayed him. “No need to worry about me. I merely started thinking, daydreaming, that your Grandfather might not appreciate that.”
Now he had gone too far. Tom took a step closer, his nostrils flared for a moment and a vein on his neck stood out. “Abraxas,” he whispered so spitefully, it almost sounded like he was talking in Parseltongue, words spilling out of him like pure venom. “I’d advise you to worry about your own life. Because if you don’t, wouldn’t it be tragic if your Mother found out what happened last year at your house? When the maid left and never came back? What was the reason again? If only I remembered. Oh, I do.”
Malfoy’s expression changed momentarily, his head sunk and his eyes darted across the floor, trying hard to think of what to answer.
“Do we understand each other?” Tom asked.
Abraxas nodded, lips thin and full of fury. He instinctively retracted and took a step back, keeping his head low and looked up at Tom through knitted brows.
“Good,” Tom said and left Malfoy standing there.
Continuing to walk to the grand staircase with you, he appeared like nothing but a casual chat between two friends had just happened.
“Well,” you said after Abraxas was out of earshot. “That was interesting.”
“They’re all so stupid, sometimes I wonder how they’ve lived this long,” Tom replied. “I have dirt on every single one of them. And they try to blackmail me. Ridiculous.”
“Idiots indeed,” you shook your head. “Do I want to know what happened to the maid?”
“I guess not. It’s a long, repulsive story.”
No doubt it was. Abraxas was known for his dreadful ways and how he had tormented younger students ever since. He wasn’t like Avery or Lestrange, a dumb follower, who had Hippogriff crap for brains. No, he was mindful, awfully aware of his surroundings and constantly seemed to brood about his next step. He reminded you of Marvolo, they both had the same aura, cold and demeaning, always looking for ways to take advantage of other people’s misery. It was no surprise that he had tried to intimidate Tom, maybe even pass him in their hierarchy by threatening to tell everyone about his association with a muggle-born. But he hadn’t thought it through. Tom Riddle wasn’t one to mess with and he had just made that crystal clear. Ben might have not been his friend, but still, he hadn’t let Abraxas speak ill of him.
“I wouldn’t have thought you liked Ben,” you said once you turned another corner.
Tom opened his mouth and looked at you in disbelief for a moment, as if you had just insulted him, before he started talking. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, it just seemed like it. You came to his defence so quickly. That’s why I assumed.”
“This wasn’t about Hilt. It was about me, Marvolo and that bootlicker Malfoy.”
“Whatever you say,” you replied teasingly while Tom rolled his eyes.
Friday evolved to be the worst day of the week. Not only had you almost gotten detention for falling victim to a Knockback jinx during Defence Against the Dark Arts if Camille hadn’t come to your rescue. Professor Merrythought still hadn’t forgotten about your visit on Monday and thought you were trying to disturb her lesson again. But in addition, your curriculum almost hindered you from tending to your potion completely. It had become nearly impossible to handle everything at once. Your classes, homework, studying for the N.E.W.T.s, taking care of the antidote and on top of all that, those stupid pranks. It had been draining and your body ached for a bit of rest.
On your way to Tom’s dorm, when the sun had already set and you were finally done with everything for the day, you heard the clink of a door handle turning behind you. It almost had gone overheard, the only thing you wanted to do was sit down for a moment and unwind, even if only for an hour. You had already reached the door to Tom’s room and could have just entered to forget about the world for a while. But there was this unsettling feeling inside of you and Camille’s words from the library ran through your head again. You turned around. And thank Merlin you did.
Freda Morris stood in her own door frame, smirking maliciously, with her wand pointed right at you. She must have been taken by surprise, it didn’t seem like she had expected you to look at her. Her wand sank in an instant before she hid it behind her back.
“You,” you muttered, taking some steps her way. “It was you all week, wasn’t it?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said smiling, trying to take the high ground, but you wouldn’t let her.
“Just admit it at least. Coward. You know exactly what I’m talking about and you were just trying to do it again, weren’t you?”
Freda shook her head and put a strand of hair behind her ear with her skinny fingers. “I’m head girl, dear. I would never do anything to harm another student if that is what you’re implying. I don’t know what could have given you the idea.”
“Oh shut up,” you spat. “Head girl, yes. An awful excuse for one at best.”
The door behind you opened and Tom appeared from inside. He looked out into the hallway frowning. “What’s all that noise about?”
“Your fiancée’s throwing a fit.”
“Camille was right,” you said, still not taking your eyes off Freda. “It was her. The note, the quill and everything else. I just caught her right in the act.”
Freda heaved one single, shrill laugh at your words and straightened her posture. “I just told you, I would never do such things.”
“What were you doing then? Pointing your wand at me, when I have my back turned on you.”
She pondered, taken aback, while she looked at Tom beside you until her grin appeared back on her face. “You’re imagining things. I was just leaving my room to go and talk to Professor Dippet. That’s when you started to yell at me for no reason.”
“Liar!”
She didn’t lower herself to even look at you anymore. Instead, she looked at Tom. “Is this really what you look for in a woman? Hysterical and hostile? I would have thought you had better taste.”
The need to go up to her and slap her across the face seemed almost unbearable. Your hands were balled into fists and it took all your might not to take out your own wand and pay her back everything she had done to you, times ten. Tom on the other hand stayed calm and smiled weakly while looking back at her.
“Don’t worry about my taste, Freda,” he said. “I’d rather worry about your memory. Maybe you haven’t been informed, which would be very unfortunate seeing that you are head girl, but Professor Dippet isn’t in Hogwarts today. He’s been called in by the Wizengamot. How could you have been on your way to him then?”
Freda’s smile faltered, her eyes darting back and forth between Tom and you. “I must have not gotten his owl then.”
“Certainly,” Tom said. “I want a word. Now.”
“No,” you intervened and he stopped his movements to look at you. “I can do this myself.”
Tom stepped back with a small smirk on his face. Freda was in for a treat. You walked up to her until there was only a hand’s breadth of space between your faces.
“Listen now,” you said, your heart pumping strongly inside your chest. “I don’t know what you were thinking. If you were thinking. But I swear, if you ever play another of your pranks on me again, I-”
“You what?” she asked and shoved you by the shoulder. “Do you think I’m scared of you?”
The moment she had touched you, you felt something moving by your feet. Nagini had slithered out through Tom’s open door and hissed louder than you had ever heard before. Freda gasped and took several steps backwards, startled by the snake. Nagini placed herself between the two of you and reared up, looking as huge and aggressive as ever. Her hisses were meant for one person only and when you looked back at Tom, you recognised that he wasn’t talking to the snake. She had come to your defence on her own.
“Take that thing away,” Freda yelled. “Make it stop.”
“Or what?” you asked. “You might have not been scared of me yet, but I promise you, give me one more reason and you will be.”
She didn’t dare answer, still looking down at Nagini in utmost panic and tried to foresee every move the snake was about to make. You savoured on the sight for a moment, fervently enjoying how Freda fumbled for the doorknob behind herself.
“Come Nagini,” you then said as you turned around. “Leave her alone. For now.”
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Harmione au & headcanons
My au and headcanons for Harmione 🖤
There was a hint of things to come in their first year. Before they leave. Hermione tells Harry "Harry, you're a great wizard, you know. " "I'm not as good as you." "Me? Books and cleaverness! There are more important things! — Friendship! And Bravery and— love!" Inspiration
Harry fell in love with Hermione the moment they saved Buckbeak together and Hermione has always loved Harry
Before Hermione could ask Viktor to the Yule Ball, she finds out that he has a date. So Hermione and Harry at the same time yell “WILL YOU GO WITH ME TO THE YULE BALL?” Both of them are redder than their Gryffindor colors.
When Harry witnesses Hermione in her Yule Ball dress, his jaw drops and smiles at her with heart eyes and Hermione looks at Harry like he’s her prince charming.
It was then when they danced together that Harry and Hermione confessed their feelings for each other. Hermione is the one who goes in for the kiss.
Later they find out that Ron asked out Viktor. Ron is happy for his friends, so while all parties are content, there is no drama
During the second task, Harry rescues Hermione
Hermione is there to comfort Harry over Cedric’s death and Voldemort’s return. What it may look like.
As Harry and Hermione bid each other farewell until year 5, Hermione hugs Harry and kisses him on the cheek and Harry embraces Hermione in a kiss. Like so
Hermione would gift Harry her second copy of Hogwarts:A History and makes absolutely clear. “Harry James Potter, after 4 years you will finally read Hogwarts:A History! Do I make myself clear?” A twitch of fear enters Harry’s reality after he saw what Hermione did to Rita. “Yes Hermione”
In Harry’s copy of Hogwarts:A History is a portrait of Harry and Hermione’s dance and first kiss.
Only thoughts of Hermione kept Harry sane from the nightmares of Voldemort and Cedric
Thinking of Hermione allowed Harry to conjure a corporal Patronus to save himself and Dudley
Hermione wakes up after hearing Harry’s night terrors. Hermione cuddles with Harry and that stops Harry’s terrors stop
Other nights, Hermione would read to Harry until he falls asleep
After seeing what Umbridge did to Harry, not only does Hermione tell McGonagall, but Hermione confronts the loathsome toad and makes it explicitly clear that Umbridge’s archaic and medieval practices against students is illegal. Hermione is sentenced to detention for her troubles of course, this later furthers Hermione’s “fuck the rules” mentality
Harry Ron and Hermione would of course found Dumbledore’s Army as per canon
In private, Hermione would ask Harry if he’s read Hogwarts:A History. Harry said yes and loved it and asks Hermione to keep recommending books to him. This would leave Hermione with the biggest smile and blush possible. “Oh Harry”
Harry and Hermione would help Cho through her grief with Cedric
Harry and Hermione cast their patronuses together. Hermione’s Otter loves on Harry’s Stag
Harry and Hermione’s nicknames for each other after seeing their patronus is “Darling Otter” and “Dashing Stag”
Cho would talk to Harry and Hermione in confidence about Marietta sand they are able to get through to her before she talks to Umbridge
Harry and Hermione still fuck up Umbridge’s shit. “I’m sorry professor, we must not tell lies” and they hold hands as Umbridge suffers the consequences
When Hermione was stunned and silenced by Antonin Dolohov, Harry bombarded him with Stupefy
Hermione would be there to comfort Harry after Sirius’ death
During the summer, Harry and Hermione would spend time together. Harry would meet Mr and Mrs Granger, which was lovely. Hermione met the Dursleys. Which was not pleasant. They watched movies together and danced together and skated together before Hermione returned home
Hermione would wear Harry’s Quidditch jerseys and Harry would read Hermione’s books
When Harry arrives at the Burrow, everyone greets him as normally. But Ron has something to tell everyone. Ron is bisexual and in love with Viktor Krum. Everyone is accepting and proud of Ron.
Hermione would try to talk Harry out of spying on Draco, but Harry insists there is something suspicious about Draco
Harry and Hermione go on a date to Slughorn’s Christmas party. Harry and Hermione would kiss under the mistletoe
Instead of Hermione being heartbroken over not being with Ron, it’s Ron who is saddened by not being able to see his boyfriend. So Harry gives Ron Sirius’ old Two-Way Mirror.
Harry and Hermione would dance at Bill and Fleur’s wedding
When Remus asks Harry to be Godson to Teddy, Harry agrees, and so does Hermione.
During the hunt for the Horcruxes, pretty much the same stuff happens
Harry and Hermione have their same moments in Godric Hollow. But I’d also add, “I think my mum and dad would’ve love you, Hermione.”
Rest of the story would remain the same. Ron returns, Hermione would be mad at first and welcome him back. Pretty much the same till Battle Of Hogwarts
Harry and Hermione would be Battle Couple goals in the Battle Of Hogwarts.
As Harry tells Hermione and Ron what he must do after witnessing Snape’s memories. Hermione breaks down. Harry embraces Hermione in a hug and a kiss.
When Voldemort gloats about killing Harry and demands obedience and loyalty. After Neville’s “FUCK YOU! I’LL JOIN YOU WHEN HELL FREEZES OVER, DUMBLEDORE’S ARMY” defiance, Hermione stands defiant and gives a speech, basically saying those who died are not in vain. How she loved Harry, something Voldy could never understand and that Harry is still with her. And basically saying Voldemort will fall as they know his secret and just one more remains. Voldemort absolutely seething with rage. Screams. “You filthy mudblood, AVADA KEDAVRA!” And Harry wakes and casts a shield charm to save Hermione. Voldemort’s full attention is focused on Harry.
Ron and Hermione try to desperately kill Nagini, but fail. Luckily Neville with the sword of Gryffindor kills the snake and the final Horcrux
After the Battle Of Hogwarts, Harry and Hermione begin to plan their life together
When Hermione found out Harry was choosing not to attend Harry’s 7th Year after free from Voldemort and the war. Hermione sent a Howler. “HARRY JAMES POTTER, YOU MARCH YOUR ASS TO DIAGON ALLEY AND TO KING’S CROSS STATION AND PREPARE TO ATTEND YOUR 7TH YEAR RIGHT NOW!” Ron thinks he’s in the clear.....until Molly’s letter. Needless to say, Harry and Ron did attend their final year. Kingsley is NOT pulling them out of Hogwarts, cause he does not want to face the wrath of Molly Weasley
Sometime after graduating Hogwarts, Harry proposed to Hermione in Godric’s Hollow. Harry got down on his knee and asked her “Hermione, my Otter and my soul mate. Will you marry me and grow old with me in Godric’s Hollow?” Hermione, smiling with tears of joy shouts “Yes!”
idk the specifics of their vows, but I believe it would end with Harry telling Hermione. “Hermione. in you I found love, peace and Harmony. I love you Hermione Jean Granger and I am complete with you.”
Either they would fix up The Potters’ Cottage in Godric’s Hollow or build their own Cottage
Harry and Hermione would raise Teddy as their own, but always remind him of who Remus and Tonks were and what they sacrificed to keep him safe.
Harry would be an Auror for a time and Hermione would be Deputy Head of the Law Enforcement department. After a time, they would retire and return to Hogwarts as Professors. Harry would be the DADA Professor and Hermione would be the Transfiguration Professor.
Harry and Hermione’s children would be named. James Sirius Potter, Rose Lily Potter and Leo Serpen Potter
All was well
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Letters from Florida
Harry, Andromeda, and Teddy move to Florida after the war. Harry doesn't know what he's looking for, but maybe letters from his friends back home can help him find it.
Harry,
The Burrow feels awfully empty without you here. Hermione and Ginny are back at school, Charlie left for Romania last month, Bill's at Shell Cottage, and Percy and George come by but not that often. Mum's been pretending that it doesn't affect her, but it's obvious that she's been stress-cleaning the whole house.
Auror training is going alright. Neville and I are the only ones here right now. I think the rest of our year who want to be Aurors are going back to school. Robards is a pretty nasty bloke, honestly. He keeps going on about special treatment and handouts. We reckon he's just jealous that we're more famous than him at a third of his age.
Anyway, how's America? How are Teddy and Andromeda? I know you just left on the 2nd, but when are you coming back? Life is pretty shit without anyone else here, mate. There are only so many times I can listen to Neville talk about where his stupid toad went in a day. Neville's great, but he really should give up on his toad.
Ron
//
The summer heat beat down on Harry's back as he hunched over the parchment in front of him.
I might be back for the New Year, he wrote, before scratching it out.
Not sure when I'll be back, he penned instead, chickening out. Teddy and Andromeda seem to love it here in Florida. It's peaceful and sunny and not nearly as rainy as the UK. Teddy misses you all too. He's going to be six months next week, will you send presents?
What Harry didn't write was that it was exhausting to think about even going back now. 'Going back' seemed like something of another lifetime, something for Harry to deal with a long time from now.
Florida was warm and wet and hot, especially during this time of the year, but that was nothing a few Cooling Charms couldn't take care of.
Harry looked up, shielding his eyes from the sun, to watch Teddy crawl across the grass in front of their beach house playing with a rattling toy. His hair flashed from brown to green and back to brown in the span of a few seconds.
Florida was far, far away from England, and Harry didn't think he could bear to be in England right now; not even in the Muggle world. If he stayed in the Wizarding World, he would be mobbed by reporters and grateful witches and wizards and anyone who came near him, honestly. In the Muggle world, everything just reminded him of their time on the run. A diner would suddenly take him back to the day of the wedding when he, Ron, and Hermione fought two Death Eaters in a small diner. An innocuous village morphed into Godric's Hollow and seeing Bathilda Bagshot's body split open to reveal Nagini. Just an area with dried leaves and trees would look like the Forest of Dean, where they camped for weeks.
That's why, at the end of the summer, Harry had practically begged Andromeda to come with him to the United States. She'd agreed immediately, likely wanting to escape the ghosts of the war on her family too. Her husband, daughter, son-in-law...
Harry shook away any thoughts of the war while he hurried over to Teddy, who was now trying to eat the grass.
"Here, let's get you some food," Harry said, gently prying Teddy's little hands off the grass. "Inside. Not grass. The grass is not food."
Teddy looked up and gurgled, his hair turning black like Harry's, and reached up for him.
Harry kissed Teddy's forehead with a satisfied smile and hefted his godson into his arms.
"Mrs. Tonks," Harry called out, walking into the beach house with Teddy. "I'm giving Teddy the mashed carrots."
Andromeda made a noise of assent from where she sat on the couch, a book open on her lap. "Be sure that he swallows it properly."
Harry bit back a smile. He'd more than proven that he could take care of Teddy, but Andromeda could never resist reminding him what to do. Grandmotherly worry, probably.
He fed his godson, changed his diapers, and put Teddy to sleep in his little crib, and retreated back to his room, where a pile of parchment lay on his bed.
Part of him didn't want to write anything to Ron and Hermione and Ginny, because that made it real, while part of him missed them terribly and wished they could be here with him.
Either way, his dilemma was eased because they would probably go ballistic if he didn't respond to their letters.
With a resigned sigh, Harry picked up his pen (he'd taken to using Muggle pens because they were much easier, honestly; Hermione agreed) and started writing.
//
Dear Harry,
Did Teddy get our Christmas presents? Ginny sent him a toy broom (which he's far too young to be riding safely, by the way, so please be careful! I'm sure Andromeda would agree) and I sent a coloring sketchbook of the natural flora and fauna of Australia. I bought it when Ron and I were in Australia. Do you think it's too advanced for him? My Mum says that babies can use crayons, but non-toxic Muggle paint might be your best bet. Will Teddy try to eat the paint? I don't know anything about babies, I'm sorry!
(Also, Ginny says hello. She also says that I'm a worrywart and so is Andromeda, but she's biased.)
Being back at Hogwarts is really odd. I miss you and Ron terribly, and I still wish you'd come back, but being Head Girl keeps me quite busy. And I spend most of my time with Ginny and Luna anyway. Oh, and believe it or not, I've actually become friends with Parvati, which I hadn't managed for the past six years of sharing a dorm with her. Lavender's still in Mungo's, and Padma's training to become a Healer, so she's spending more time with us now.
Professor McGonagall has been doing career consultations with all of the seventh- and eighth-years, and she thinks I could do good work in Magical Law Enforcement or Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, where I'd be in the Muggle Liason Office, but I'm actually thinking of going into Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Really, just look at the name! It's horrible! 'Control'? I want to change the way they approach magical creatures as a whole, honestly. They have a 'Beast Division', for Merlin's sake!
Anyway, that's what I've been up to. How about you? What do you do during the day other than watch Teddy? Have you seen any Muggle films or shows? My Mum says that a show called F.R.I.E.N.D.S is popular in America. You should watch it and tell me what you think.
We miss you, Harry! Ginny says I'm a sop, but that she also misses you terribly and also some other things that I'm not going to write down because she should do it herself and if Ron finds out he might castrate you for.
Love,
Hermione
//
"Snitch!" Teddy babbled, beaming up at his godfather as he swatted at the weakly buzzing golden snitch that darted around his little ears. "Snitch! Snitch!"
Andromeda, who sat in a reclining chair a few feet away with a cup of tea, shook her head bemusedly. "Only Harry Potter's godson's first words would include 'snitch'."
Harry grinned at the blue-haired baby in front of him, just a few months past a year old.
"At least it was his third word," he joked. "His first was Nana. You trained him well."
She sipped her tea with a satisfied smile. "I did. And his second word was Hay, so you trained him well too."
Teddy perked up at the second half of the sentence. "Hay!" He tugged on Harry's shorts. "Hay," he protested when Harry picked him up and plopped him on his lap. Teddy reached out for the snitch, his lip trembling.
Hastily, Harry batted the snitch toward Teddy, who grabbed it and tried to put it in his mouth.
"Do all babies try to eat everything that comes near them?" Harry asked, annoyed, pulling the snitch out of Teddy's mouth.
"Yes. Get used to it," Andromeda said nonchalantly. "Your kids will probably be much worse, those little rascals. I'd expect nothing less from the children of a Potter and a Weasley."
Harry jerked sideways, neatly depositing Teddy on the ground.
"What?" He squeaked. "Kids? Weasley? I don't know what you— that doesn't— what Weasley, Gi—?"
Andromeda smirked into her tea.
"Anyone with eyes and ears can see how much you love getting letters from the Weasley girl and how you bring her into every conversation."
Harry stammered and blushed and ducked his head into Teddy's shoulder.
"Are you two together?" She asked him curiously.
Harry chewed on his lip and fiddled with Teddy's collar.
"It's complicated," he said honestly. Andromeda raised a single, artful eyebrow. "We were together before Dumbledore died, and then I broke up with her to fight the war.
"And now..." He trailed off, staring at where the blue waters lapped at the shore. "Now I'm here, and Ginny's at Hogwarts."
"Not forever," Andromeda said gently. "She won't be at Hogwarts forever. She should be graduating next week, correct?"
"But then she'll play for the Harpies," Harry pointed out. "And I'm still here."
Andromeda closed her book carefully, placing it on the ground next to her.
"Do you want to be here?" She asked him seriously, her eyes piercing his. "You know you don't have to."
"I do," Harry said quickly. "I want to be where Teddy is, and I like Florida. But I still miss her— all of them."
Andromeda smiled sadly. All of them didn't just mean Ron and Hermione and Ginny. It meant all of them.
"I miss all of them too."
Because even if Harry smiles and laughs and writes letters about little blue-haired babies and the warm Florida sun, the holes in his heart are still gaping wide, still bleeding a little bit, still tearing through his chest.
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Maeve smiled and waved “hello miss Nagini!” The snake seemed to hiss back, then Maeve spoke again “no Cerby doesn’t hurt snakes. I told him he can hurt squirrels and geese, and well I said he shouldn’t cause they’re pretty but he also chases butterflies. He likes to chase bunnies too but that’s mostly to play cause they’re fast." The snake responded again, “well I don’t know I’m not allowed to see Cerby hunt, I did once and his mate told him he needed to make sure I didn’t. She kept calling me a puppy!" The snake responds again, "he saw a hound with three heads! And it was super giant! That’s like the most rarest ones! Our friend who breeds breeds for the smaller hounds cause they less suspension in public. We did get to take care of an itty bitty one with three heads cause it’s mommy got sick.” She turned to her dog as the snake hissed, then back to the snake, “Cerby wants to know why you’ve got people soul in you, see his mate she gets to go hunt, and sometimes Cerby does to, for people who broke deals or whose times up and trades the souls for treats!” Iona then interrupted, “Maeve you know we’re not supposed to discuss those things outside of the family. We can talk about what Cerby is,” the child continued, “but not what he does.” Iona smiled at the child, “good job. I think Cerby’s mate just got here, why don’t you go with him to say hi?” The child quickly left and Iona turned to Voldemort, “everyone in my family is connected to the old magic in some way, but the kids in my care are more so. James is perceptive to fire, Luna to the soul-like energy plants use, Aofie knows everything that has changed a soul and can experience it for herself, Maisie is a seer but she’s good at it because she’s perceptive specifically to the shifts in a persons soul as it changes by emotions or time or intentions, if she has a vision she can tell if it’s soon or later and she can tell the intentions of people involved and who is involved even if she doesn’t see them she may just feel their souls identity. I’m a perceptive, not to any specific aspects but to all of it in a lesser way, I was sent these kids because I was trained by my grandmother to decipher what I’m picking up on. I have a feel for their strengths and specialties, and I learned about every aspect of the magic we perform, which is why I’m capable of teaching them to control it even if it’s something I’m not specifically talented in. I also perceive things, like people entering our land or accidents to come or when one of the kids are trying to lie, which is also why, along with my knowledge of our magic, am able to protect them best. Maeve is sensitive to animals souls and good at caring for them without them being too fearful but I’m not sure to what extent her gift reaches to them.”
“I do believe, to the hound, you are a puppy, no?” Voldemort asked, raising a nonexistent eyebrow in amusement. “You are a child, after all.”
He paused, glancing over at Ilona. “Ah,” he murmured to the woman. “She is responding to Nagini’s questions as asked. There is certainly some degree of understanding on the child’s part-” he faltered when Maeve mentioned the human soul inside the serpent. Luckily, the conversation moved onward, with the child and the beast leaving the room shortly thereafter. Though with a child like Maeve, it was bound to come up again. She would be curious. Voldemort frowned. He had never needed to explain such a thing to a child before. Even Delphini had not known about his horcruxes until she was much older.
“She understood you?” Voldemort asked Nagini, unsurprised at the affirmative hiss he received in response, but fascinated nonetheless.
“She could communicate with Nagini,” he confirmed, nodding. “So I would say her gift is quite strong. Impressive, truly.”
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Secret Moments (In a Crowded Room) - Newtina
For @katisfania for the 2019 Newtina Gift Exchange! Apologies for the late post! This fic is based in part on Katy’s artwork found here. Happy New Year, Katy!
Newt and Tina have kept their relationship private for months following the events of Paris. When an invitation to a Ministry ball arrives, Newt must decide whether or not to share with the world that Tina is his one and only. Lots of pining, fluff, and kissing.
Our secret moments in a crowded room They've got no idea about me and you
Newt and Tina had been inseparable for over three months. In the days and weeks following the tragedy at Père Lachaise, they, along with the rest of their group, had been broken beyond repair. Tina had graciously accepted a spare bedroom in Newt's London flat, while Jacob remained with Theseus. Yusef Kama and the young Maledictus, Nagini, had taken up temporary residence in Paris with Nicolas Flamel and his wife, Perenelle. Everyone had someone; no one was left alone in their grief.
Their initial weeks together in Newt's humble, but comfortable apartment had been torture for both of them. Tina spent quite a bit of time crying behind closed doors. When she did come out of her room, her eyes were red and her skin was pale. For the better part of a week, neither of them had an appetite. Meals were spent sitting at the table in silence, alternating stolen glances, and pushing food around their plates. Newt was perceptive enough to understand that if Tina wanted to talk to him, she would do so on her own terms, when she was ready. After everything they had been through together, Newt considered himself lucky to be in her presence. That was more than enough for him, for the time being.
Slowly, as the weeks dragged on, and everything seemed...slightly less horrible, Tina opened herself up to Newt. They cried together, went for walks together, and took care of his creatures together. Every waking moment was spent in each other’s presence, and neither of them would have things any other way. It was only a matter of time before their true feelings were revealed to each other and their relationship began. Newt was amazed that despite all the trials they faced, from the ashes, something wonderful grew between them. Things escalated rather quickly and the couple spent as much time as they could together, under the assumption that life was unpredictable and any moment could tear them apart. They wasted no time, but also kept their relationship to themselves, for now.
Tina had received a permit from MACUSA to remain and work in London and consult with Theseus’ team at the Ministry. Tina reported directly to Theseus regarding all matters directly tied to Grindelwald, Queenie, and Credence. By mid-December, there had been no new information. Tina threw herself into her work. Between searching for answers and spending time with Newt, she had little time to think of that September day when her life had changed for the worse.
One night just before the holidays, she pushed open the front door to Newt’s flat and shivered, letting the deep winter chill melt away from her clothes and her body. With a flick of her wand, her Auror coat flew to dry by the roaring fire in Newt’s cozy living room. Tina smiled when she saw the Niffler sniffing about in the hallway; the creature stopped and looked up to her, quickly scampering toward her in an excited greeting. “Hello you,” she cooed, taking the creature into her arms. “Where’s your mummy, hmm?”
Newt smiled warmly from the kitchen doorway, gazing at Tina with nothing but affection and admiration. He was reminded of the morning after Père Lachaise, when he and his companions had gathered at the fountain and Tina had so lovingly cradled the injured creature in her arms, as she would a small child.
Newt cleared his throat gently so as not to startle Tina, “I believe I was summoned?”
She smiled instantly when she heard his voice and approached him before placing a small peck on his cheek in greeting. She felt herself glowing from the inside out and reached a hand to her lips, where his warm skin had left a pleasant sensation.
Up until this point, Newt and Tina’s relationship had been less physical and more emotional. Though their relationship progressed quickly, they had explored other aspects on their own terms. Newt relished the feeling of Tina’s hand in his when they apparated to the Ministry together. Sometimes, they held on for just a bit longer than necessary. Tina would always greet Newt with a kiss on the cheek and he would affectionately push her hair away from her face, just as he’d done at the docks in New York. Yes, the physical aspect of their relationship was progressing nicely, but at times, they both wondered what it would be like to start something more; this was made difficult by the secrecy of their relationship. Their displays of affection were always private, and rarely public, so neither Jacob, Theseus, nor anyone else at the Ministry was aware of the true nature of their relationship.
“Hello there,” Tina greeted, placing the Niffler into Newt’s outstretched arms. “This fella was here to greet me when I got home.”
Home. Newt and Tina had been occupying the same space for weeks and yet he still shivered slightly whenever she referred to his flat as ‘home’. He’d never get tired of hearing that word on her lips.
“So I see…” he smirked, ushering the furry creature down the stairs toward his basement menagerie.
Tina noticed a gleam in Newt’s eyes that indicated that mischief was afoot. She placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes at him, tapping her foot impatiently. “Alright, Mister Scamander, out with it,” Newt felt a ripple of pleasure work its way down his spine when she addressed him by his surname in that commanding tone of voice.
Newt smiled shyly and threw his hands up, feigning innocence. Tina knew better. “I haven’t the foggiest-”
“Don’t you ‘I haven’t the foggiest’ me, you know exactly what I’m talking about. What are you not telling me?” She demanded to know, taking a step closer.
Newt sighed and pulled a rolled up piece of parchment from his pocket, “We’ve received an invitation,” he informed her.
“Mercy Lewis, an invitation to what?”
“Read it,” he implored, handing the parchment to her.
Tina murmured quietly as she read the invitation aloud, “Mr. Newton Artemis Fido (she quirked an eyebrow at him as she read his full name...they’d talk about that later) Scamander and Miss Porpentina Esther Goldstein...presence requested...formal attire...a New Year’s ball?!”
Newt simply nodded as Tina rolled the parchment and handed it back to him. “So the ministry is throwing a party and we’re all required to attend, is this what I’m gathering?”
He once again nodded in affirmation.
“Does this happen frequently?” Tina asked, referring to the invitation.
“More often than I’d like,” Newt responded through gritted teeth.
“I suppose I’ll need to find a dress for this occasion then…”
Briefly lost in the image of Tina in a glimmering ball gown, Newt simply smiled and nodded in response.
She once again narrowed her eyes at him and shook her head, laughing gently. “Come on Mister Scamander. Let’s see if we can scrounge up some dinner, shall we?”
***
The days followed quickly and the holidays passed in the blink of an eye. Newt and Tina secretly couldn’t wait for the last day of the year, as this would be their first official public event together. Though, for the sake of convenience, the couple had agreed to keep their interactions to a minimum so as not to arouse the suspicion of their coworkers and friends.
The night of the event, Newt dressed at Theseus’ house so that Tina could get ready and arrive on her own. With assistance from Jacob and his older brother, Newt dressed in a slim-fitting tuxedo and slicked back his unruly auburn locks. While giving his appearance a once-over in the mirror, Theseus came up behind Newt and clapped his hands down onto Newt’s shoulders. “She’s gonna love it mate,” Theseus said with a wink.
Newt turned to his brother, “What do you mean she…?”
“Don’t overthink it Newt, just trust me.”
Newt shook his head and the brothers turned to Jacob. “Alright youse guys, have lots of fun okay? I’ll just be sittin’ here, by myself, not enjoyin’ the festivities or nothin’.”
Newt matter-of-factly addressed their friend: “Jacob, did you really think you weren’t invited?”
The No-Maj nodded.
“You’re our guest Jacob, of course you’re invited,” Theseus chimed in. With that, the Scamander brothers outfitted their friend in a finely-tailored suit and the three men apparated to the Ministry.
***
At the same time, Tina was seated in her room at Newt’s apartment, wishing that Queenie was there to help her get ready. She wiped the tears from her eyes and took a deep breath. With a wordless spell, she charmed the dress hanging before her to make its way over her head and down her lean body. Once the dress was in place, she tied the back, smoothed it out, and applied the finishing touches: a hairpiece, rouge, and dark lipstick. When she was finally pleased with her appearance, Tina apparated away, eagerly anticipating the moment when she would see her beau.
Tina gasped as she entered the Ministry, which had been transfigured into a stunning ballroom filled with chandeliers, candles, and beautifully dressed witches and wizards of all shapes and sizes. The Auror took in the sights, the sounds, and the smells as she sauntered through the crowd, in search of one man in particular. She smiled when she saw him from a distance. He was turned away from her, but she could clearly make out the forms of the older Scamander brother and Jacob facing her direction. When Jacob’s eyes settled on Tina, his jaw dropped open in surprise, while Theseus jabbed him in the ribs.
Tina approached the group of men and made her presence known to Newt by clearing her throat. “Evening gentlemen,” she paused, smiling affectionately at the three men in front of her.
It felt like an eternity before Newt finally turned around to face her. The look on his face was worth every galleon she’d spent on the dress...and more. The magizoologist looked at her with stunned silence while his companions greeted Tina and slowly moved away from the couple. Newt was nursing a glass of red wine but nearly dropped it upon seeing the love of his life. He wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and whisk her away from this place, away from the prying eyes of the other men in the room.
Newt would be lying if he said he hadn’t looked Tina up and down, but look at her he did. He worked his way from her hair, which was neatly coiffed with a red headband that matched her dress. Her eyes were dark and smoky and her lips were stained the darkest of reds; she was vixen-like. He then fully appreciated the dress she wore. It was fiery crimson in color and tied around her neck. Newt couldn’t believe that a simple set of strings was the only thing holding the dress to her long, lean body. It clung in all the right places, accentuating her breasts, her hips, and her exquisite legs. The dress fell low, low, low on her back and drew his attention to other parts of her anatomy that he’d not yet had the pleasure of being introduced to. Finally, the slinky number draped to the floor and skimmed over a pair of matching T-strap heels that only made Tina’s legs appear longer and more elegant. She was a masterpiece.
The Auror blushed profusely and her gaze fell to the floor in anticipation of Newt’s reaction. For a brief moment, she felt self-conscious, unsure if she should have taken things this far. After all, they’d been building up to more intense interactions, but never anything like this. Her head snapped back up when she heard Newt clear his throat several times before he could articulate his thoughts. “Tina you...you look...I can’t…bugger…”. Upon realizing what he’d said, Newt quickly covered his tracks so as to avoid trouble. “No Tina, that wasn’t directed at you...it was me...I...Merlin, Tina, you look stunning.”
Tina stepped closer, boldly placing a hand on his chest and placing a gentle kiss on his cheek in greeting. She whispered in his ear as she did so, her breath warm against his skin, “You don’t look so bad yourself.” Upon pulling away from him, Tina noted the lopsided grin and the pink blush that overtook his cheeks, causing his freckles to pop more than usual. Tina turned to walk away, but Newt quickly grabbed her hand and whispered to her, “I know we agreed to minimal public interactions tonight, but I’m not sure I’m going to be able to keep my hands off of you so long as you’re near me.”
“Shall we put that theory to the test Mister Scamander?” Tina asked coyly.
“What do you mean?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at her.
“Well, I suppose I could just -”. Tina was cut off by an unexpected voice from behind her.
“‘Scuse me, Miss Tina. I was wondering if I might be able to ask you for a dance?” A polished young man from the Auror department requested.
‘There was music playing? Bloody hell’, thought Newt. He had been so focused on Tina and her grand entrance, that he hadn’t even noticed the dancing that was taking place. Tina looked to Newt, eyes wide and questioning, waiting for him to make his move. Did he take charge and claim his lover? Or did he let the night slip away from them, with her in the arms of another man?
Newt broke eye contact with Tina and turned toward the gentleman. “I apologize, but Miss Goldstein is otherwise occupied this evening,” he stated matter-of-factly, as he gently slid his arm around her waist possessively, making sure to avoid contact with her bare skin. He firmly grasped her opposite hip and pulled her closer to him. Tina stared at him in awed surprise.
“So sorry Mister Scamander, I didn’t know,” the young man apologized, taking a step back from the couple.
“That’s quite alright...neither did I,” he responded as he turned to look at his love.
The young man faded back into the crowd without a second thought from Tina and Newt.
“Newt,” Tina whispered, “What about…”
“Shhh,” Newt responded, cutting her off. He moved a step closer, his arm still around her waist. His opposite hand reached up to gently cup her cheek. “I don’t want to hide anymore Tina. You’re not a prize to be won, but Merlin’s beard, I want to be the only man that gets the pleasure of dancing with you tonight. Especially when you look like...this…”
Tina smiled, and whispered back, “I don’t want to hide either...you’re the only one whose arms I want to be in tonight. Especially when you look like this…” she giggled, reaching up to run a hand over his gelled hair.
With that, Newt placed a hand on her lower back and guided her to the dance floor. Tina stood up straight and shivered when she felt his warm hand pressed against her bare skin. Other parts of her became keenly aware of the contact between them. Just like that, they danced, drank, and laughed the night away together, without a care in the world.
The end of the evening quickly approached and the countdown began. Just before all the muggle church bells clanged at midnight to usher in the new year, Tina led Newt to a quiet corner and apparated them to the front porch of Newt’s flat.
“Home,” she whispered as the bells sounded their last note, cheers of happy people rang out in the distance, and colorful lights filled the sky. There, in front of the space they shared, the couple had their very first (and certainly not their last) kiss. Newt leaned in and pecked Tina gently on the lips and pulled away to gauge her reaction. Tina’s eyes had grown dark and wanting as her arms wound their way around Newt’s neck and she pulled him back in for a longer, more passionate kiss.
Newt responded in kind and followed her lead. Ever the gentleman, he stopped and started again when she did. This went on for quite some time before Tina broke away breathlessly and murmured, “That was…”
Newt smiled and responded, “Wasn’t it?”, recalling a similar moment that had occurred not so long ago.
Tina laughed gently and leaned her forehead against his, letting her eyes fall closed. She felt the vibration in his chest as he spoke in a low rumble, “Happy New Year, my love.”
She kissed him gently and smiled as she did. As she pulled away, she responded, “Happy New Year, Newt.” He kissed her forehead in response.
“Now for the love of Mercy, will you PLEASE get me out of this dress, Mister Scamander?”
“I think that can be arranged, Miss Goldstein,” Newt said with a smile.
With that, he scooped her up, dress and all. He carried her to his bed, where they spent the rest of the evening getting lost in each other in the best possible way.
Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off
*NSFW sequel is a strong possibility? Let me know your thoughts!*
#2019 newtina gift exchange#newtina fanfiction#newtina fluff#newtina#newt scamander#tina goldstein#fantastic beasts#fantastic beasts and where to find them#fbawtft#post-cog#katisfania
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Gifts (Alternative ending) (unedited)
It's had been exactly a year since she had him thrown in Azcaban , the prison that was build escpacially to keep wizards and witches like him under a lock and key, but in his case it was totally different , they made for him a very special cell with maximum security,it had a glass like texture instead of the usual stony one or the metal bar like , he has the furniture to be white or gray just like his room on her house , meal times was exactly like when they had it together, he even request the same scented candles that she had, the same painting on the walls , every single tiny trivia detail was the same as the one of the house .
It funny how she captured him , you see during his time as Lord Voldemort , another masked figured appeared it was a female one , it started so small at first she stunned few of his deatheaters that was guarding a shop leaving messages that a rebellion had began signed up as {Lady hope } , later she took down more and more until she became the face of the rebellion , as if she was Harry replacement , and in no time she was facing off the dark lord .
He shouted more cursed at her , wanting to just unmask her and killing her , he was curious to see the face of the woman defying him , that had the courage of the dead house Gryffindor, the brains of Ravenclaw, she was judging him and returning his cursed with lighter ones , aiming to just unmask and capture him, so when fate has it twisted way in fullfiiling thiere first part of the wish , both of them were left stunned with shock of who the other was.
Tom reached out his hand not believing his eyes, Korra had tears in her eyes , and he tough she was scared of him , he reached to wipe it out whill he opened his mouth to give a lecture , only for her to recover from the shock and whisper "Stupefy" knocking him unconscious.
He signed , returning to read the book on his hand ,just for him to hear the footsteps of two persons and a hiss that belonged to Nagini " I can feel my master " he smiled at the sense of her aura ,the door of his cell dorm opened reveling her , his soulmate.
Korra didn't change a lot just that her hair that she cut down to fit her rebellion mask , has gotten back to it original length, her eyes got that rest she deserve , her skin more healthy then when she was paranoid that Voldemort will show up at her door making her another victim for his limitless body count.
When she saw him for the very first time in a year she gasped, his hair has gotten longer not the length of a female , the length that was blocking his eyesight if he let his hair uncombed , he have gotten more thin if that was possible, not the thin the 'I can see your bones ' thin , the thin that those who strive to be more then model like , the Slytherin heir will not let himself starve , his skin got more pale due to the lack of sun light exposion , his eyes were still that lovely green .
They where staring at her, eyes longing at every single detail of her face once he was don't taking the examination look he smiled naturally , "hello love, I am glad that you put the long distance relationship state to end, I passed the taste didn't I?, Of course you were testing my ability for it " he didn't pose at the greeting part at all.
"Hello Tom ,I think that I stated before we are not lovers" Korra firmly said as she sighed heavily , she didn't fool herself in thinking that he will be acceptable toward that she didn't return his (obsessive) romantic feeling toward her , her feeling toward him were pure platonic one , nothing less nothing more .
He chortled lightly , "my bad , silly me how could I forget ,Korra , we are not lovers "
She smiled and realised a breath of comfort
"We are soulmates" he continued, saying that as if it's was a solid fact that no two can argue over it .
Korra took fee steps until she was close to him but not so close to see what was his book about , "Tell me Tom, did you really have to do that ?, You could use the easy approach"
Voldemort teeth dangerously closed on them self as he breathed " I doubt that those delusional freaks will kindly kill themselves if I asked for it , the only way to clean there sins is with their blood "
Korra who had regretted opening the wound inturraped him "TOM ,... What I meant was them not respecting muggle born and muggles themselves , I didn't ask for my bestie to go down full mass murder on everyone who was not pure"
He appeared to be taken back " Love ? I was not planning on killing you or myself , I know that you are my soulmate , you see fate keep in adding more evidence to it nearly every day "
She tough that she will get used to his mood swings and his unhealthy obsession with the idea that they were soulmates, but clearly he could covert a conversation from 'how was your cup of coffee' to 'you see ?, The waitress brought for us smilliar mug colors ,is that evedence of we are soulmate?' in matter of minutes .
She rolled her eyes "surprise me Tom z what are they"
He was euphoriant to be asked that by her , "we are half bloods , you love winter and I was born in it , you don't mind snakes and exotic animals , I speak parseltounge"
'and I can speak sarcasm fluently' Korra though
"Your favorite color is black that is the same as mine, you hate the toxic people like I do , your Lady hope persona match my Lord Voldemort one , hope can be wordplay to hobie which means my love in Arabic...."
He bubbled that Korra zoned out of his chatting only to be zoned back in by...
" And your hair match mine now , you see you returned it to it original length , when mine is long for , we match even when I can't see you "
Korra lover that she didn't eat anything that day , just in case his lecture that she was so positive will leave her wanting to throw up , "you see love , you even feel sick from staying away from me "
Korra serach for a topic to talk about that can shift his attention on her "Nagini misses you"
His eyes widened " you can speak parseltounge?"
"No but I can understand body language"
"Hello master " Nagini hissed
"Hello Nagini , have she been waiting for my outbreak today ?"
"She doesn't know "
Korra still searched for a new thing to distract him before she ask him what the question she come for " Tom , what book are you reading?"
He returned his attention to her " oh , I am not reading more like writing "
He showed her the book, Korra felt more disguste by what he wrote it was just one word all ever the pages as she flipped them .
Her name
Tom having the habit of looking at her and drinking in every detail of her , when took his book to see , be took the opportunity to look at her hand , he eager from the inside , she had the promise ring on her finger , that was meant to have their engagement ring,
"Nagini ....kill whoever give her the piece of metal"
"Yes master "
Korra , reached the last page , she didn't know what negative emotion left for her to feel from it.
The page had a list of their weeding plan , honeymoon, no child name since he know she doesn't want any, the places that he will love to take her to, everything that he planed on doing for them, and all the (creepy ) romantic ways he planned on purposing to her then obliviate her , move to a new location for a different purpose way until he checked out all the ways , the last eat was bone chilling , he planned on purpose to her on surrounded by the corpses of their enemies , all whill they were on the body of the dying minister of magic .
Korra decided to leave it was the time to ask , she give him back his book , or diary to be more specific , when that time for their hand to hold to same object he took his sweet time , crassing her hand , "I love that your skin still smoth, I know mate you kept it just for me , the same way your body is left not touch by anyone but m...."
She took fee steps back , not shocked from his word , but when she saw the wall behind him .
It was filled with her name .
The tears fall down her checks , Tom got angry " come here love , let me wipe them by myself, I don't want anyone but me to do that, not even yourself " he extended his hands for as far as he can from the cell , eyes red like the blood of his fallen enemies .
"Tom , before I leave I want to ask you, why do I feel like something is always missing"
His mood swings strikes again " oh dear soulmate , we are soulmate so naturally you will that when we are not around each other , ... But I know that you mean physical, it because I made a hoxrac for you ...,a mate is equal after all "
"Goodbye Tom"
She began walking , only to hear him reply
"See you later love "
A chill run down her spine but she never looked back.
She was at home now , looking at her promise ring that she bought to herself from the jewelry store, she bought it as a promise to never ever visit him , but since she broke the promise she no longer felt obligated to wear it ,so she gently removed it and put aside on the coffee table.
She decided she need to take a nap , that last thing she saw was Nagini moving outside, before the sandman come for her.
When she woke up there was blood on her , but that was not what frightened her the most,
No it was the note on the same coffee table that she putted the ring on it ,
{Hello love , I am here , but let's play hide and seek ,I am hiding and you seek me
With best regards
Your soulmate
P.s you can't escape all the doors and windows are locked , the house have silence spell on it , oh and there is nothing you can use as weapon too, just your pretty hands }
Korra never felt the need to scream in terror before like she felt it right there.
Her hands were shaking from rage , that he Tom from his hiding place could see , and being delusional he tough that was a sign of excitement.
He smirked , oh it was gonna be so much fun.
Korra stood up and give her back to the wall gluing on it to never give him the chance to jump on her like his twisted fantasies he have.
She didn't know what to do if she found him , didn't want to know what he will do to her if she did.now she was at the stairs she wished of she could looked two places at the same time , one up and one down .just in case he was to ambush on her .
With each step she took her heart beats louder , untill she reached the top and and had smelled the smell of salt and rust she opened the guest room to find the corpse of the jewelry ship keeper , and to make it worse Nagini was eating it.
Korra didn't fight the tears , she just let them fall , the snake was too busy to notice her , she closed the door and her eyesight was blurry ,she wiped them , just in time to her it " you know love, that keeper had it coming " the voice come inside her head , he was using legllemancy on her , when she tried to use ocullemency to keep him out she couldn't use magic and she was not surprised by that , of course he give her a potion that made her temperory as as she hoped to not use magic.
" Oh I just can't wait for you "
She ignored him , continuing her task she made the wall her support friend , his room was empty , she made sure to search the entire house before coming upstairs, so that leave one room not touched ,hers .
When she opened the door she found her room having a romantic one , straight out of romantic movies , with the sound of running water , "welcome love " his voice didn't come from her head , not it was from right behind her , Korra didn't have the time to turn around,
His arms sneaked around her middle holding her hands captive and his chain rested on her shoulder , his hot breath on her ears tickled her when he whispered " ohh how much I missed your"
"Fuck you...Tom Marvalo Riddle"
He laughed
"If that what you...."
"I didn't mean it that way you...."
"Love , you are dirty by his filthy blood , let's get you cleaned up "
His stupid mood swings.
He led her awkwardly to the bathroom that has the bathtub filled with hot water , rose pitals and the scent of coffee candle , her changing clothes were folded nicely waiting for her , she didn't dare to look at them , she didn't want to know what he chose for her , stupid choices she give him to make , now it come biting down on her , biting like the mess up fact the pet snake was eating dinner, the fact she was led to the bath by her (soulmate) bestie , that his hair was still long.
"Before we bath ...."
" Tom please I don't want to take a bath with you " he shock his head , "love , I understand that you are body shy , but that not a problem I will leave and let you take it by yourself , then once you don't I will bath in the same water you bathed in , that a soulmate right "
His eyes pupils were dialed as he continued not stopping
" Also my hair is long , so we you can cut it and wash it for me , just like you did when I was still homeschooled once, also the scissors are magically enchanted so don't even think about it ".
He wiped away the tears that felt down ,
"I told you only I can wipe them "
There was no escaping from him she knew it , she didn't have to look outside to see the dead bodies of all the enemies on the street , to see the Halloween night take a twisted turn.
To know that he let deatheaters customes be the Trojan horse to began and end successful his plan on taking over the magical world.
To see the two masks on her bed , Lord Voldemort mask and Lady Hope.
He sealed her fate with a kiss on her eyes .
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Time After Time -- 7
a boy a girl a time turner
when a time turner is shattered in a small fight, it’s up to the unlikely pair to figure out how to survive until the end of the war. it’s their only shot at breaking the loop.
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Chapter 7 - When Hermione reset one last time
"Tell me," Voldemort addressed Hogwarts, "these last few hours, as you collected the dead and tended to the wounded . . . was he by your side?"
Ron quite nearly growled. Draco grabbed his arm and subtly shook his head. Voldemort studied the faces before him. He nodded as if his question had been answered.
"While your hands ran dark with the blood of mothers and sons, fathers and daughters, brothers and sisters, his was clasped in prayer -- but not for you."
"Where's my wand?" Draco murmured.
"What good is it anyway?" Ron asked, welcoming the distraction. "You might as well keep using your mum's. Harry disarmed you, remember?"
"I know," Draco said as he took the wand Hermione handed him, "I like the feel of it, though. It's familiar, easy to handle."
"Do not cry for that," Voldemort spat, having insulted the apparently deceased boy enough. "He's not worth your tears."
"You're going to get really angry with me in a moment," Draco murmured again, fiddling with his sleeve, tucking his wand in place.
"Why?" Hermione asked, still loosely holding on to Ginny.
"You'll see. Ron, you like to get angry, yeah? Do me a favour and think up your worst insults."
"What are you doing?"
"You'll see soon, love. All I ask is that you stay here behind the students. Stay with Ginny, here, okay?"
"You can't make me promise something and not tell me why. That didn't really work out for you seventy-five loops ago."
Draco put his hand on the back of Hermione's head and pulled her close, pressing his lips to her forehead. "I love you, stay safe."
Ginny's mouth fell open as Draco turned to Ron. "Just don't try to hit me, though."
"Could you at least tell us what your plan is, mate?"
"In my personal experience, which is very extensive, the element of surprise is usually what sells the whole thing."
"Harry Potter is dead!"
Everyone turned to Voldemort at the roar, followed by Voldemort dropping Harry's wand, broken in two.
"Now is the time to declare yourself."
Draco closed his eyes and turned his head away. Lucius Malfoy still found his son.
"Draco."
Hermione shook her head slowly. He wouldn't. Not after everything they'd gone through to get there.
Lucius' smile was thin. "Draco, don't be stupid--"
"Come, Draco," Narcissa Malfoy said. Her tone was sharp, yet her voice gentle.
Draco hesitated. He glanced back at Hermione, a warning glance that flew right over her head. As Draco stepped out, Ron's jaw dropped. It wasn't in shock or surprise or even disgust; rather, it was because Ron had just figured out Draco's entire plan.
"You arse!" Ron cried. Though it did the trick, Ron threw the cry to mean that Draco could've given a better warning.
Fred watched from between his brothers and parents as the boy who saved his life walked towards Voldemort.
Narcissa held out her hand and Draco placed her wand in it. He appeared unarmed -- harmless.
"Well done, Draco," Voldemort said, "who will be next, hm? Don't be shy."
Of course, no one moved. Even the Slytherins regarded Draco with a look of contempt and even mild hatred.
Though, when Neville stepped forward, a soft thud let them know someone had fainted. Neville limped forward, filthy, bruised and sliced, holding tight to a battered old hat -- the Sorting Hat.
Voldemort did not look impressed. "Well, I must say, I'd hoped for better. Is this truly the best Hogwarts has to offer?"
As the Death Eaters roared with laughter and cackles, Hermione felt her heart sink. Ron wondered if Draco had made plans with Neville or if Draco's plan rode on Neville finding it in himself to step out. Either way, Ron still thought Draco could've put more into preparation. When Ginny moved forward, Ron grabbed her wrist and held tight. He shook his head.
"Who might you be, young man?" Voldemort asked.
"Neville Longbottom."
"Welcome, Neville. I am sure we can find a place for you among our ranks."
"Someone has to do the washing," Bellatrix snarled, causing more laughter. Laughter that Voldemort silenced.
"Let us not underestimate our young friend. By coming forward, he lives to see another day."
"I'd like to say something," Neville said, making sure his voice was heard by everyone.
Voldemort studied him. "Very well, Neville."
"It doesn't matter that Harry's gone," Neville said, turning to face Hogwarts. A few Death Eaters laughed. Harry stirred. Several students threw hateful glares at Neville. "People die all the time. Yeah, we lost Harry, but he's not gone. He's still here, with us. None of them dies in vain, but you--" Neville rounded harshly on Bellatrix "-- you will. And so will the rest of you! Because you're wrong. Harry was always with us. Harry's heart beat for us all."
Hermione gasped as she saw Neville reach into the hat and pull out a gleaming sword.
"The Sword of Gryffindor," Ron murmured.
It was then that Harry tumbled from Hagrid's arms, catching attention. Draco -- with no hesitation or remorse whatsoever -- knocked his father in the face with his elbow and snatched his mother's wand back.
"Harry!"
When Harry turned to him, Draco sent the ebony wand sailing through the air. While Harry launched into duels with Draco's wand, Draco crosses the square and crashed into Hermione.
"You could've warned me! Seventy-five times and you didn't think this was worth mentioning at least once?!"
"I'm sorry," Draco said, but he was smiling as he held on to Hermione.
"I'm confused. How did you know Harry was alive and. . ."
"It's a long story," Ron told his sister, "we'll explain later. Right now, we have a battle to fight."
"Find Neville," Draco said, "he's been blasted through the castle. He needs to use that sword on the snake."
"Where are you going?"
Draco glanced at Hermione. "I don't know. We've never made it this far before. We fight, I guess."
Hermione nodded. "We'll try to find Harry."
"Okay. Stay safe."
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They ran through Death Eaters left, right and centre. All seemed to be going well until they found themselves being chased by Nagini.
"Where the hell is Longbottom?!"
"I don't bloody know!"
The pair burst out of the castle and tumbled down the damaged steps. Staying on the ground, they scrambled back.
"Hey, what's the time?"
Draco glanced at Hermione. "You really thinking of resetting? Now, when we've come so close to the end."
"No. I'm just wondering if I can go head-on with the snake and still have a chance at surviving either way."
"Hermione Granger, you amaze me."
Harry, who had been locked in battle with Voldemort, cried out when Nagini reared up, ready to strike. She came down on the Sword of Gryffindor.
"And just where the bloody hell have you been all this time?" Draco yelled up at Neville.
Voldemort threw a spell. Harry countered. The spells met midway, bolts of energy zapping away at one another.
Draco stood up slowly to watch, absently helping Hermione up. It was the first time he was seeing the confrontation from this side of the war. Hermione took hold of his hand and stood behind him, slightly afraid and worried.
In a flash of light, the Elder Wand flew from Voldemort's grasp. Just like several Death Eaters, Draco dove for the wand, brandishing it at them when they formed a ring around him.
Hermione screamed when Voldemort disintegrated to ashes, falling like sand to the ground.
"Draco!"
Both he and Hermione turned to Harry at the shout to see him standing, arms open. Hermione wondered what Harry was doing, but Draco quickly understood.
"Expelliarmus!" As soon as he'd called the spell, the wand in his hand seemed much more natural, easier to work with. He defeated the ring of Death Eaters with ease.
"Anyone else?" Draco hissed, holding out the Elder Wand -- the Elder Wand that now answered to him. His gaze lingered on his parents for a moment before he continued along with the army. When no one moved, the Order pushed through the begin the arrests. Chaos descended as they began to flee.
Draco watched his parents regard him icily before vanishing. Sighing, Draco walked to the centre, where Harry had picked up the remains of his wand. Draco stood for a moment before taking the halves from Harry and holding then together. With the Elder Wand, Draco sewed Harry's wand back together.
Taking his wand from Draco, Harry held out the ebony wand. "Think this one's yours, mate."
Draco stared for a moment before laughing. He'd stopped by the time Hermione reached, nearly jumping on top of Draco. "You made it."
Draco sighed, content, as he buried his face in her shoulder.
Ron waved Harry down. "I'll explain later."
And then suddenly, Hermione was hitting Draco with her balled up hands, throwing blind and weak punches -- though they still hurt.
"You could've died! So close to the end! You could've died for real! You absolute moron! Twenty minutes to go and you could've died! Moron! Idiot! Incompetent--"
Draco kissed her. Harry's mouth fell open. Ron simply rolled his eyes. It was a brief kiss and lasted less than a second, but it did the trick and shut Hermione up easily.
"That's not fair."
Over the noises, the sound of waves crashing hit Hermione's ears. She nodded her head to the bridge. Ron ushered them away. "I'll talk to Harry."
Hand in hand, Hermione and Draco walked up to the edge.
"Peaceful, isn't it?"
Draco stared as far as his eyes could see. "What now?"
Hermione stepped forward and glanced down to the water. "Is it time?"
"I don't see anyone focused on us at all, Granger. Maybe you won't even--"
"I don't want to take that chance. Would you go through all of this again--"
"Just for a minute with you, I'd go through the war eighty-six times."
Draco stepped up on the stone with Hermione and took hold of her hand. "Don't die without me, Hermione."
And then they jumped.
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Hermione was off the couch as soon as she woke again. Draco was caught off guard but wasn't exactly surprised when Hermione kissed him roughly, pushing him backwards.
He slammed into the table, gripping the edge with both hands. The glass of water tipped over, spilling over the table. The growing puddle missed Draco's hands as he moved them to Hermione's waist.
Unlike before, when she'd long zipped up her pink hoodie and pulled her denim jacket on again, Hermione's light gray shirt left very little to the imagination. She didn't care. It's not as if Draco was really looking as much as he was feeling.
When the glass rolled off the table and crashed on the ground, Draco's little dream shattered.
"Hermione," he murmured, moving away from her.
"Cold feet?" Hermione asked, nipping at his ear.
"No. No, it's not that."
"Then?" Hermione pulled back, hands clasped behind Draco's neck. "I mean, I know your hands are always cold."
Draco chuckled softly. He shook his head. "Don't you think you're moving a little too fast?"
Hermione thought about giving him a sarcastic response. "There's a chance I'm going to die in a matter of hours. If anything, I'm not moving fast enough."
"I just . . . I'm scared to lose you. For the first time in my life, someone loves me without having some ulterior motive. For the first time, I feel wanted, not just needed. I can't-- I won't be able to live without you."
Hermione leaned forward on tiptoes so she could press a kiss to Draco's forehead. "You have to. Don't let this be for nothing."
"If you die it will be for nothing."
"No, it won't. We'll have saved Lavender, Colin, Fred. I'll have saved you. Draco, just this one. That's all I'm asking. If I die, let me go alone. Please."
Draco narrowed his eyes at her. "You would never let me go alone."
"Now, that's unfair. I have a loop to fall back on. I did it because I knew I'd have another chance to save you, not because I wanted to die with you."
Draco raised his eyebrows.
"Okay, maybe a little bit -- but still! It's different. Look, it's not like I'm going to try to die. I'll be careful. I promise."
Draco studied Hermione's expression for a moment. "Can you promise me something else instead?"
Confused, Hermione nodded.
"If you survive, if I can find a way to save you . . . promise me that you'll stay with me forever. Never leave me."
"Oh, Draco. I was yours from the moment you jumped out of that window after me."
And then it was Draco who pushed Hermione back until they met the couch. Hermione fell back on it, pulling Draco down with her by his shirt.
"Promise me," Draco murmured against Hermione's skin, "promise me you'll marry me."
"I promise."
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Mini dramione ♡
I want a story in which hermione secretly cares for draco all their years at hogwarts. not the i love you type, of course, but the 'things could have been different' or 'maybe he isnt actually happy' type of caring. but in this au, voldemort actually wants to execute the threat of killing draco for he has failed; he doesnt only humiliate him and his family...
so during the final battle, voldemort wants to do this in front of everyone. he wants to start with lucius and narcissa, because he wants draco to watch them die as they're being murdered. obviously narcissa isnt happy with how things turned out, she doesnt want draco to get killed, so she begs voldemort to only kill her, to torture her even, but not her dear son, basically like lily. but voldemort is a bastard, so he kills narcissa and lucius in front of everyone, including draco, then he tells the crowd that once again he has proven that power is greater than love, and he tells draco in particular that now, there is nobody left in this world who cares about him and that he will be all alone for his last moment on earth.
and in the meanwhile hermione was thinking in her head 'no no no no' and then out loud to herself 'this cant be'. but the whole place was actually silent, so people heard her and she soon realizes it. because voldemort mocks draco because she has dirty blood and that a mudblood caring about him is actually even lower than nobody caring about him. but draco is confused, and voldemort asks him to come closer for his last moment. draco starts doing as he's told, and he's very scared, but hermione says loudly this time, because she doesnt care as everyone heard her the first time: "no, don't (go)!"
and draco turns around because he wasnt expecting anyone to speak at all. but hermione had started walking quickly towards him as she was saying that and she kinda hugs him and tells him so only he can hear that he is an idiot if he thinks he can just walk over there to get killed without fighting it and that they are gonna get the hell out of there. and draco being dumb is like: 'but hoowwww? 🤷 ' (<-- that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ emoji is important).
then neville arrives with the gryffindor sword and kills nagini, which creates a diversion. hermione and draco then run for their lives and escape in the forest. ron and harry obviously tag along. well, actually ron tells harry that 'mate, you gotta stay here, you have an evil bastard to kill remember? I trust you. im gonna make sure the ferret doesnt harm her". and it ends well. harry defeats voldemort and voldemort dies. ron made sure draco didnt harm hermione. draco cant believe how lucky he is to still be alive.
then harry finds them in the forest and they all spend the night talking about what the war felt for them and about what they went through, all their adventures, they talk about all of their fears, etc. and it feels natural. hermione and draco actually connect a lot because they both know how it is to feel like you’re in charge of your parents’ safety, how it feels to be scared of losing them because you’re the only one who’s gonna be there to protect them, how they could die because of one mistake you make. and they talk about other things as well, and it does feel natural. but already the next day things are awkward.
things stay awkward between them until hermione and draco end up somewhere one day when they are older and end up talking together because they are bored and they can’t really leave the place. but they are older, and times are way less serious, so their talk actually feels nice and they end up having fun and enjoying their time with each other. they really start to actually get to know the other one. until they realize it’s late and they could have left the place a while ago... so they leave because they are still a bit awkward, especially after realizing they didn’t have to talk for so long, but they still agree on seeing each other again to continue their talk. and they do meet again, and again. and also, since they are older, hermione has her job, and she has a lot of paperwork to do, a lot of researches etc. so sometimes they actually do the opposite and try to live together the youth they never had, go to many many places, eat a lot of candies, party a lot because draco wants hermione to go wild. but obviously she still cares about her job a lot, so she needs time to relax, and to work work work, and they slowly start working together, she brings her stuff somewhere, and he brings his books on alchemy and other stuff, and they work in silence, because draco knows that she really hates being disturbed (he learned it quickly lmao), but she still likes how peaceful it feels to have someone beside her (who does not talk and does not spend the whole time staring at her or getting bored, but who actually works too).
but as time goes by, he starts looking at her more and more during these moments, and one day she catches him looking at her way too much and she snaps at him and asks him what’s his problem. but he hadn’t really processed the fact that he had started looking at her more and more, but because she said that, he realized it. and since she realized that he was staring at her, and since she isn’t dumb, she realizes that he might actually start to kinda like her, and she has a hard time believing it even though they spend a lot of time together and always enjoy their time together, so she gets really curious, and starts watching him too. result: they are both starting to really look at each other, and yes, very soon, obviously, they wonder if they could be more, but never tell the other.
one day, they go read in a cafe. they order their coffees, sit at their table. draco opens his book, but hermione does not. he raises his head and quirks his eyebrow, asking her why she isn’t opening her book. and then she says: “would you like today to be a date?”. draco is shocked, takes a moment, answers “yes”, then goes back to his book, awkwardly. starts reading, raises his head again when he realizes she is still not opening her book. then she starts laughing in a cute way and says: “silly you, I want to date you, not my job!” so draco gets the hint and takes her somewhere else for a proper date, even though they’re forced to go back to the cafe the next morning because hermione actually had work to do the day before. and draco doesn’t know what he likes more: that he must mean a lot to her now if she chose a date with him over important paperwork, or that she keeps on working hard like ever before. and hermione does not know what she likes more: him actually liking her and accepting a date, surprising her and challenging her, or her being able to be herself around him.
and it really is the start of something even better. not always perfect, but they grow together, have a happy life, and time only makes their bond stronger. and they are definitely meant to be ♡.
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Hi! *waves shyly* I was wondering if you would write a bit of Severus/Hermione for number 11 or maybe Ron/Pansy for number 126? I absolutely adore the Anothony/Hermione you just posted! It's sooo good! 😊
Hi there! I’m gonna write you both :) can I get a map to your hidden bookshop?
11 - I’m going to take care of you okay?
How had he survived?
Pain raced through him as his eyes opened and the low level hum of conversation reached him. He had to shut them again, the pressure was too much.
‘We have to … if anyone finds … without him …’
Potter.
He’d know that voice anywhere. The smug confidence and self-aggrandising arrogance of that voice was clearer than the sound of his own mother’s.
‘He saved us,’ Potter spoke again. The pain in his neck roaring through him. What had the buffoon done to him this time? Prank gone wrong? Saved? Who was James Potter talking about.
Fire fogged his brain and he didn’t catch what Potter was saying but he still knew it was him speaking.
No. Not Potter, Harry. Lily’s son.
Lily.
Forcing his eyes open, bearing through the hot knives that jabbed him in the eyeballs, he spotted the shadows stood to the side, behind a makeshift curtain. Like they had in the Hospital Wing
He was in the Hospital Wing.
How had that happened? He’d last seen Potter when he’d given him his memories, Potter should be in the Forest, dead. Had he not had the nerve to do what the old fool Dumbledore had reared him for after all?
The Dark Lord must have been vanquished though. There was no way Potter and Granger had got his body past all the people in the castle. They never would have led him walk past them with his body.
Granted he was surprised to even be alive … the snake’s bite should have killed him. The anti-venom he had taken before leaving the castle must have kept the poison at bay long enough for someone to keep him alive.
He slipped into blankness, awake but not aware, until the warm, soft fingers of a woman squeezed his and he was brought into sharp reality.
Lily?
‘Severus?’
‘Yes?’ he tried to say but all he could manage was a rasp as he turned to look at … Hermione Granger. Oh.
‘You’re awake, good. Try not to talk, Nagini’s poison nearly killed you, the vial of anti-venom you took probably saved your life but we’re still fighting to keep you alive.’
He glowered at the girl. Why had they even bothered trying to save him?
‘You glare all you want Professor,’ Granger said, soft tones and annoying confidence that burned with just too much resemblance to the last Muggle-born witch who was too clever by half. ‘But I’m going to take care of you okay? You helped Harry save the world, it’s my turn to save you. The Healer is coming, I need you to hold on a bit longer. Please drink this.’
Like he could refuse the stupid girl, he couldn’t do much more than glare and swallow.
The potion burned on it’s way down but that only meant it was working. And Granger’s grip on his hand was still gentle and firm. Maybe he’d make it through after all.
All thanks to a Muggle-born witch who was the cleverest of her generation.
Oh the irony.
126 - I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with
She could hear him stomping through the front door of their London flat long before he appeared in the living room doorway.
‘Bad day?’ was all she said as she placed her cup of tea on a side table and turned in her seat.
Deep blue eyes swam with rage. That was never a good sign.
‘I could do without the sarcasm,’ he said with a groan. ‘I grew up sharing a dorm with Harry Potter, you’re never gonna top him.’
She raised an eyebrow and snorted. ‘Please, I can outdo that skinny goody-goody with half a case of Ogden’s finest in me.’
The fact that her boyfriend’s best mate was far from skinny anymore was besides the point. Her ability to sarcasm was being called into question.
Said boyfriend shook his head, his ginger fringe swaying, and dumped himself on the sofa next to her. ‘I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.’
His pointed look nearly earned him both. He was so cute when he tried to be forceful. ‘I’m not cuddling you until you admit I’m better with my sarcasm than him.’
‘Pansy …’ he said with a groan.
‘No Ron,’ she said, crossing her arms and nudging him with a socked foot. ‘Say it or I’ll hide your disgusting Muggle beer and make you go stay at your sister’s.’
‘There’s nothing wrong with Muggle be-’ He smiled as she shoved him with the sole of her foot, pushing him again. Her perfectly crafted frown, serving it’s purpose. ‘Look would you stop kicking me?’
‘After you say it.’
He grabbed her by the ankle and shoved her foot away. ‘You know, a nice girlfriend would go get me a ‘disgusting beer’ and cuddle me happily.’
‘Then go date your mother,’ Pansy said, her renewed kicking getting a little more intentional. ‘Say it, you bitch.’
Ron laughed and pulled her down the sofa a bit, uprooting her perfectly position wall of cushions. ‘Alright, you’re better at being sarcastic than Harry.’
She nodded and pulled her ankle loose of his grip and nudging him with her hip as she stood. ‘Damn straight, now you go change into something that doesn’t smell of sweaty man and I’ll go grab you a beer. Then we cuddle, you bitch about Gwenog trying to throw her Quidditch experience around again, and we watch the best thing Muggles ever produced.’
‘WALL-E again?’
‘It’s a wonderful fucking movie and your lack of understanding of it’s nuance takes nothing away from that fact.’
‘Love,’ Ron said, a smile tugging at his annoying handsome face. ‘You only love it because the girl robot is more awesome than the boy robot.’
‘It matches us don’t you think?’ Pansy pushed his head as she passed him to enter the kitchen. ‘Now go change, or no beer and cuddles.’
She only allowed herself to smile once Ron couldn’t see her, his happy chuckling growing fainter as he did as he was told.
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Saving Severus Snape - Chapter 17
3rd November 1976 After the Halloween party, Hermione vowed to herself that she would do everything in her power to make sure Severus survives the night of the battle. She wasn't sure if being in 1976 and being his friend, or whatever she was turning into, would be enough, so she had come up with a backup plan. Wednesday evening she was sat by herself in the library researching antivenins, determined to be as prepared as possible. Normally Severus would have been with her, but she was grateful for the detention he had earned himself, due to another spat with Sirius in the Charms class Gryffindor and Slytherin had together. She didn't want to lie to him about what she was doing. Not yet at least. Her eyes grew heavy while she copied down different ingredients and methods she had found, hoping she could brew something that would prove useful against Nagini’s venom, if things would come to that after her presence in the past. Some of the items would prove difficult for her to get ahold of, unless she spoke to Slughorn and perhaps hinted at an interest in a Potion’s apprenticeship, and could lead him to believe she'd be working on the potion for her application into the program. She didn't fancy the idea of stealing, as she did in her second year to make the Polyjuice Potion, since these now were completely different circumstances.
Deciding to call it a night, Hermione packed up for the evening and began her way back towards Ravenclaw Tower. As she travelled the nearly empty corridors, her thoughts drifted back to the end of the party the other evening. She knew that Severus had been upset over how she'd run off when they'd been so close to a kiss, but she eventually had him back in higher spirits by the time the night was finished. She had that swooping sensation in her stomach when she thought of the way he had taken her hand, slowly brought it to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to the back of it, in front of the entrance to her Common Room before saying goodnight. The fact that he'd insisted on walking her all the way there also touched her heart. He was proving to be much sweeter than she'd ever anticipated. A shiver ran through her as she walked, due to the chill in the late autumn air. The nights had become much colder as of late, and she cursed her foolishness in not taking her heavier cloak with her to the library. When she turned a corner, she swore under her breath. Sirius and James were walking towards her, most likely heading to Gryffindor after Sirius’ detention. “Alright there, Devereux?” Sirius called down to her as they approached. Hermione told herself to stay calm and try to have a brief and pleasant exchange with him for once. “Black. Potter. How are you?” she said politely. “Hey, Devereux,” James said with a genuine smile. Even though she knew he could be a prat at times, Hermione honestly liked James Potter. Not that she'd ever admit that to Severus. But James had never been anything but nice to her, so she had no reason to dislike him. That and he so resembled her best friend, it felt like home looking at him at times. James looked down towards her bag and let out laugh. “Library again?” Hermione nodded. “Just finishing up some Potions work.” Which wasn't technically a lie. Sirius snorted and stepped in a little closer than she would have preferred. “You, Remus, Bones, Evans. You're all way too uptight,” he mockingly scolded. James slapped Sirius, for what Hermione assumed, was due to the insult about Lily. “Oi!” he yelled. “On my birthday, Prongs?” Hermione had completely forgotten the date, but she hadn't felt too badly. It wasn't as if she was supposed to know when Sirius Black’s Birthday was. “Many happy returns,” she told him. Sirius flashed his teeth at her and winked. “Thanks, beautiful.” “Well, don't let me keep either of you. I'm sure you must have plans for this evening, considering…” She gestured at Sirius, and attempted to step her way between the two boys. She nearly growled when Sirius blocked her way while shaking his head. “Ah come on, Devereux. Don't leave yet,” he pouted. “I've wanted to ask you something anyway.” Hermione closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh. So much for a brief pleasant exchange she thought bitterly. “What?” she asked through her teeth. Sirius barked out a laugh which sounded so much like his older self, it brought Hermione up short. “Don't be like that. Besides, you have to be nice to the birthday boy. It's a rule.” She couldn't help it and laughed. “Oh? Do I?” She challenged with a quirked eyebrow. James quickly coughed to cover up his laugh. “You're losing your touch, mate.” “Piss off, James,” Sirius retorted playfully. It was like watching Fred and George, she sadly noted. Knowing that three out of those four would be dead when she returned home caused a small lump to form in her throat. “What did you want, Sirius?” she asked, wanting to leave badly. Sirius lost the playful look he was wearing. He ran his eyes over her and shook his head. “Are you honestly involved with that git?” Hermione’s nostrils flared. She took a deep breath to calm herself. What business was it of his anyhow? “So what if I am?” she responded with a question of her own. “Well…” he lowered and raised his hand out in front of her. “Look at you. And then, look at him. You could do better.” She gripped her wand so tightly that it actually hurt, as she tried to control the urge to hex him right then and there. A bitter laugh came from her lips. “Do you mean you?” she hissed. Sirius’ gaze touched on her wand hand before averting back to her eyes. She watched his cheeks darken. “Well yeah, or erm, no. I mean -- anyone really,” he stuttered. Hermione brought herself up to full height, and spoke loudly and forcefully. “First of all, that is incredibly rude. And second of all, I do not see how it is a matter of your concern, Sirius Black. Who I choose to spend my time with is up to me, and me alone. And truth be told, Severus has proven to be twice the person you have shown yourself to be.” Sirius was rendered speechless, yet James felt the need to interfere. “Hermione,” he began gently. “You don't know what he's done, or who he hangs ‘round with.” Of course she was more than aware of the types of people Severus knew, but that hadn't meant that he liked those people. Hermione viewed those relationships as more of a matter of convenience; a way for him to live unbothered in Slytherin. The more she had come to know Severus, the more she had realized he was nothing like those people who were, or would become Death Eaters. “He associates himself with me, James. Do you believe I am a bad person?” she challenged. “Of course not,” James immediately assured her. “Remus has said nothing but good things about you, so I know you're a good person. I know we’re not close, but a friend of Remus’ is a friend of mine, and we don't want to see anything happen to you.” Hermione had to admire the loyalty James had for his friends. Yet it saddened her that said loyalty would be what eventually ended his life. As she looked at the concerned face of her best friend, just with the wrong colored eyes, Hermione felt her anger deflate. “Look. I appreciate your concern, but honestly, it's misplaced. I'm fully capable of handling myself,” she said in a softer tone than she'd previously used. Sirius and James went to argue, but Hermione put her hand up to stop them. “Sirius, James, I'm exhausted, so if you two don't mind, I'm going back to my Common Room now.” Her face was set, and clearly they both realized they ought not to argue. Reluctantly they both wished her a goodnight and finally allowed her to leave. By the time she arrived back to her dormitory, she was dead on her feet. She barely even remembered getting changed for bed, or speaking to Amelia. Hermione had fallen asleep the moment her head hit the pillow. *** 4th November 1976 “And don't forget I want two rolls of parchment on the antidotal properties of Unicorn Horns by Tuesday,” Slughorn yelled out over the commotion of students leaving class Thursday afternoon. “Ready?” Severus asked when the classroom was nearly empty. Hermione dawdled for a moment. “You go on,” she said. “I need to speak with Professor Slughorn for a moment.” She watched his face fall. “I won't be long, if you wanted to wait outside,” she added. “Alright. I'll just be outside the door,” he told her, eyeing her suspiciously. It was a first since they'd began walking to classes together that she had done this. Any other time she remained behind to speak with their professor, she did so with Severus there. Hermione assumed he figured she was hiding something, from his tone of voice, but she couldn't let it worry her. She was attempting to save his life, after all. After Severus left the classroom, Slughorn looked up and realized Hermione remained behind. He smiled kindly at her. “Miss Devereux. What can I do for you, my dear?” “Sir, I was doing some thinking, and I think I would like to continue with my potions education after my time at Hogwarts is finished,” she lied. Slughorn looked beyond pleased with the news. He clapped his hands together and let out a laugh. “Well that is wonderful news, just wonderful! I know just the person for you to do an apprenticeship with, as I'm assuming that is the reason for you telling me this,” he said. He was playing right into her hands, just as she knew he would. “That would be very kind of you, sir.” She smiled and tried to appear humble. “Of course, you would have to brew a sufficient enough potion to prove your dedication, Miss Devereux.” He leaned forward to whisper, “Yet, both you and I know that would not be a problem for a student as gifted as yourself.” This was proving to be far easier than she had hoped. She felt as if she could burst out laughing from the pure joy at any second. “That's actually why I'm here, Professor.” He raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” “Sir, if you would be so amendable, I was wondering if you could possibly sign a slip for me to use some of the books in the Restricted Section, as there is a potion I was already thinking of brewing.” “Of course, of course! Anything I can do to help!” He promised. Hermione couldn't stop the smile that formed on her lips. “Thank you, sir. And if there are any ingredients that may prove difficult for me to find, would I be able to possibly gain your assistance in that matter?” She asked, then held her breath. Slughorn didn't answer immediately, as he seemed to be mulling it over. Hermione knew that she was not the first student to take advantage of his desire to help promising students, to further his own station in the world. She wondered if he was recalling the last time he'd broken the rules to do so. “When the time comes, we’ll see what would be appropriate for you to use,” he said in a rare serious tone of voice. Hermione wasn't expecting a full out yes, but at least it hadn't been a no. And she was sure, when the time did come, that he would be more than willing to provide what she needed. “Thank you, sir. Your generosity is greatly appreciated,” she told him, laying the charm on thick. Slughorn quickly returned to his jovial self, as he waved her off. “It's no matter at all, my dear. No matter.” He then scribbled out a permission slip for her to use the Restricted Section, and sent it straight into her hands. “Was there anything else for today, Miss Devereux?” Knowing that her class was the last of the day for him, Hermione figured he was itching to retire to his rooms with a large brandy, as he normally spent his evenings. “No, sir. That was all. And thank you again.” With a new bounce in her step, Hermione turned and left the classroom. True to his word, Severus was in the hall waiting when she came out. “What was that about?” he asked. Hermione showed him the slip she had just received from Slughorn. “I need to use the Restricted Section for something potions related,” she admitted. Severus looked down at her with a furrowed brow. “For what? We’re not doing anything in class that would require it.” Should she lie to him, she wondered. Perhaps she should tell him the half-truth. That she planned to work on antivenins, and maybe even possibly ask for his help. If it was Severus she was attempting to save, it would make sense for him to learn how to make one as well. If all went well, maybe she could even convince him to keep a vial on his persons at all times. For the first time since she'd been there, she began to feel true hope. Maybe she'd be able to do this after all. “I want to brew a powerful antivenin for entry into a Potions apprenticeship,” she said. Severus’ eyebrows raised in response. He looked truly impressed. “Would you possibly like to help me?” she asked. She watched the twitch of his lip when he glanced at her from the side of his eye. If he agreed to help, it would mean that the two of them would spend even more time together than they already had been. She hoped that would convince him to say yes. It made the idea more appealing to her than it already was, if she were being entirely truthful. “That could prove to be beneficial. Yes. Yes, I'd be happy to,” he agreed. Hermione almost felt like she could have skipped the rest of the way down the corridor. *** 6th November 1976 Saturday morning found Hermione knocking on the wooden door which led to Dumbledore’s office. There was something she needed from him, and she desperately hoped that he had it at this time. “Come in,” Dumbledore's voice called out. When Hermione stepped into the office, her eyes immediately fixed themselves behind Dumbledore. Her heart dropped when she did not see what she was looking for. However, she didn't give up hope yet. Perhaps it was somewhere else. Dumbledore put down the quill he had been writing with and smiled warmly at Hermione. “Miss Granger? What an unexpected and lovely surprise,” he greeted her. Hermione took a timid step forward. “I'm sorry for coming unannounced, sir. But I was hoping to speak with you, if you had the time.” Dumbledore glanced at her over the top of his glasses, again giving her that uncomfortable feeling as if he were looking right through her. “It just so happens that I have a few moments to spare,” he said, then pointed towards the armchairs in front of his desk. “Please, have a seat. Hopefully I can address any issues that may be causing you concern.” Hermione sat down and placed her hands on her thighs, not quite sure how to ask without giving away too much of the future. “Sir, I know this might sound odd, but I was wondering if you have any pets?” Dumbledore steepled his fingers together, then laughed softly. “Yes, a strange question indeed, yet I'm sure there is some importance to it,” he mused aloud. Hermione nodded. “I do, Miss Granger, which I am sure you were aware of, yet not sure if I had acquired such a rare creature at this point in time.” She felt the tension slowly leave her shoulders. He did have Fawkes, just as she hoped he would. “Exactly, sir. What I was wondering was…” she bit her lip, somewhat afraid to ask what she'd come there to ask. Dumbledore saw her hesitate, his eyes softened. “Miss Granger, you are here for a reason. If there is anything I could assist with, please never fear to ask me,” he told her sincerely. Hermione smiled. “Thank you, sir.” “Now, what was it that you're so anxious to ask?” “I need a vial of Phoenix tears, Professor,” she said without anymore hesitation. The evening before, an idea struck her, as she was reading in the Restricted Section. There was a section of a book that dealt with petrifaction, which made her think of the Basilisk from her second year. The same one that bit Harry, who should have died, if not for the Phoenix’s tears. If they could cure Basilisk venom, surely they should be of some use against Nagini’s venom. Dumbledore took his time before he responded. He stroked his beard as he studied the young woman in front of him. Hermione’s hands trembled ever so slightly, since so much was riding on his answer. While she waited, everything seemed to slow down. His ticking instruments sounded entirely too loud, yet not loud enough to drown out the sound of her own pounding heart. She remained holding eye contact with the headmaster, trying to see if she could read his decision before he voiced it out loud. A familiar twinkle lit in his eyes, and his lips spread into a smile. “I shall see what I can do,” he said, yet did not elaborate any further. It wasn't the exact answer she hoped for, but she would make due with it for now. “Thank you, Professor Dumbledore.” *** 7th November 1976 On Sunday afternoon, Hermione and Severus were making use of the Potions classroom, which Slughorn had been all too happy to allow. Hermione had her notes opened as she lit a flame underneath her cauldron, as Severus crushed Jobberknoll parts. “Hermione?” Scribbling down a few new pieces of information, she didn't look up, but hummed quietly in response. She did stop writing, however, when his hand gently wrapped around hers, causing her to look up into his anxious face. “What is it, Severus?” Severus ran a hand through his hair. He stared at her with an almost pained expression, then shook his head slowly. A forced smile painted his lips. “Nothing. Erm…never mind,” he said in a sand papery voice. He returned to his crushing, yet Hermione kept her eyes locked on him. Whatever he wanted to ask seemed to be important, and she wanted to reassure him that he could speak with her about anything. “Severus, please? What were you going to say?” she asked. When he shook his head again, Hermione reached across the table and placed her hand on his forearm. “You know you can always tell me what you're thinking, correct?” He exhaled loudly and nodded. “I suppose,” said Severus uncertainly. “Well you can,” she told him in a matter-of-fact tone. As he glanced up at her, she saw the insecurity and doubt that clouded his eyes. Her chest ached as she wondered what else she could do to prove her loyalty to him. To make him understand that she would not betray him or cause him any harm. “I overheard Black and Potter the other night,” he finally said. Hermione felt the air deflate from her body. It now made sense as to why he’d been more quiet and distant the last few days. Of course he would have heard, she thought bitterly. “Don't worry about that, Severus. Sirius is a prat. And it's not like what they said made any difference as to how I feel about you.” She mentally winced after the words how I feel about you left her. Especially after the side of his mouth ticked upwards at her slip of the tongue. When he looked at her then, he had a new found hope in his expression. “That's the thing, Hermione. How -” he stopped and looked down, then began tugging at the cuff of his robes. “How do you feel about me?” he asked so softly, she barely made the words out. This was it, she panicked. She felt as if they were balancing on a precipice. They've been dancing around the issue for weeks now, but she didn't feel as if they could avoid it any longer. It was painfully obvious that both of them had feelings for one another, and if she were to deny those feelings to him, she may potentially risk losing even a friendship with him. And that was just something she could not allow to happen.
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Summary: In this story, Tom didn’t grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader’s sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.
Disclaimer: Please be aware that I don’t condone any of this in real life. (GIF is not mine)
Warnings: Arranged marriage
Word count: 3.7k
Part 14 - Gaunt Manor
The weeks after Nagini had shed and you had added her skin into the antidote got more and more exhausting. The potion needed tending up to twelve times a day now and unfortunately, you didn’t own a time turner. Both Tom and you had not gotten a full night’s sleep in a while and it started to show. Every day that went by seemed to last for an eternity while the circles under your eyes carved deeper and deeper by the minute.
The curriculum had gotten more challenging, as the teachers were preparing their students for the N.E.W.T.s. Homework was harder and more time consuming than in any other year before and you had to study for hours afterwards as well. These things alone were enough to wear out most students from year seven. Because of that, thankfully no one got suspicious of how drained you looked. Except for Camille. She had started to ask a lot of uncomfortable questions whenever you had left to take care of the potion. She knew you too well. Sneaking out every two hours to go to the Come and Go Room on top of your studies and school work had drained you to the point where you must have looked like a walking corpse.
One day, when Professor Leveret had dismissed you after an exceptionally long Astronomy lesson in the late evening, you had reached your breaking point and were on the brink of tears, pondering about failing every single subject at the end of the term. There was little to no energy left inside of you. So little, you couldn’t even bring yourself to cry, but merely stared into space with reddened eyes and parted lips. Tom brought you to his room that night and went to the Come and Go Room alone. And when you were in bed, you were too tired to fall asleep. How ironic. You never knew that was even possible. But once you weren’t distracted anymore, your mind started to wander. It was impossible to keep up with everything at once. You would either fail your N.E.W.T.s or spoil the potion. The latter would be worse of course and for no price would you let your sister down, so you mentally prepared yourself to either leave Hogwarts without graduating or repeat your entire seventh year. Oh, there were the tears. Finally. They ran and flowed along with hollow sobs and wouldn’t stop now that they were coming.
What if the Gaunts were so appalled by your failure that they would call the wedding off before you could cure Elsie? They could easily paint you as a disgrace for not completing school and make your sister pay for it. No matter how it would turn out, they would take it out on her. The plan had worked so well until now and yet you were still desperately trapped inside Marvolo’s web.
Half an hour must have passed when Tom came back. The cushion beneath you was damp from the tears that had rolled down your cheeks and you held your breath to prevent another whimper from escaping your mouth. You hastily wiped your face and turned your back on him, trying to breathe slowly and act as if you were asleep. But he noticed, of course. And even his well-chosen words of comfort couldn’t ease your mind. You couldn’t let yourself fall into his touch and allow yourself to drift off to sleep because you knew that in two hours, the circle would start once again.
The next day, when you sat on Tom’s sofa together to study for Transfiguration, and you had just started reading the same paragraph for the third time since you just couldn’t concentrate, it just rolled off your tongue.
“I can’t do this anymore.”
Tom looked up from his book. “What, the twentieth chapter? I just-”
“No, not this,” you sighed and threw your book on the coffee table. “I mean everything. This whole situation. It’s too much.”
“Well,” he said and laid his book aside too. “It certainly is a challenging time. The N.E.W.T.s, the schoolwork and the antidote.”
Challenging was an understatement.
“I just need a full night’s sleep, or two,” you mumbled. “And you do too. We need help, it’s inevitable.”
“Help?” he asked, brows raised. “What do you have in mind? Ask Hilt to look after the potion?”
His expression changed once he had seen how you shifted. “No. Don’t tell me that’s what you were thinking.”
“I thought about asking Camille for help. She wouldn’t tell anyone and she’s always been great at Potions,” you explained. “And then I thought, Ben would ask her where she’s going all the time. He wouldn’t leave her alone anyway. So I considered telling them both.”
Tom looked like he had been petrified for a second, not moving a muscle. “But you’d have to tell him about the pact.”
“I know.”
“That’s what he was after since the beginning.”
“Yes. But I think we can trust him.”
“You think?” he asked. “Why, because he’s stopped Freda’s quill? That’s enough to gain your trust?”
“It’s not like we have a lot of options, Tom,” you replied, slowly but surely getting annoyed by his constant suspicions. “Camille wouldn’t be with him if he was a snitch.”
“We will just plan better. It won’t be easy, but we-”
“No. This is too much work for two people. Just look at us. We’re both barely keeping up. It won’t be long until we’re completely worn out. We need help.”
Tom’s brows were furrowed, still not convinced even if he understood. You stretched out your hand towards him and waited for him to hold it.
“If we don’t ask for help we’re going to mess up. I’ll either fail my N.E.W.T.s or the antidote won’t be finished. No matter what happens, Elsie will pay for it. Please.”
Camille and Ben looked at Tom and you like you had both lost your minds when you took them to the seventh floor. They had asked so many questions on the way there, but you were far too tired to answer them all. Besides, they would just be able to see for themselves in a bit.
When you had arrived, you said to them once more: “I’m going to show you something now. And it is unbelievably important that you understand this needs to stay between us. No one else must know.”
Camille and Ben nodded, both with serious and still confused looks on their faces.
“And might I add,” Tom said as he looked directly at Ben. “That my memory charm is very powerful. If you can’t keep your mouth shut I’ll obliviate you and I might even make you forget that you have magic running through your veins.”
Ben nodded again. “Alright mate, I got it.”
The door to the Come and Go Room appeared and the two wore the same expression that you must have had when you had first seen it.
“Come in,” you said as you opened the door.
The room was a bit tight with the four of you in there. You stirred the liquid inside the cauldron like you did each time while Ben and Camille looked around curiously.
“A potions room?” Camille asked once the door had been closed. “Now, can you please tell us what’s going on?”
You looked at Tom, who stared back at you, lips pressed together and still unsure if what you were about to do was a good idea. But still, he nodded. He had every right to be suspicious, you had to admit now that you had brought them there. But Camille was to be trusted and frankly, you were far too tired to think of any consequences.
So you began to tell them everything from where it all had started, a day before the school year, at your house. Camille knew half of the story already, but once you told them about the Gaunts and that they were the ones who had cursed Elsie, she stood there wide-eyed, just like Ben.
“And this is why I wanted to ask you both for your help with the potion,” you said once you had told them every detail. “If you don’t mind of course. If you’re willing to help, everyone would just have to come here three times a day. That would make our lives a lot easier.”
They didn’t even need to look at each other and nodded right away.
“Of course,” Camille said. “It all makes sense now. Oh, you must be exhausted. Twelve times a day?”
“I can come more often if you want,” Ben chimed in. “I don’t have as much to do as you, my N.E.W.T.s are still a year away and I wouldn’t have bothered studying much this year anyway.”
“What a surprise,” Tom muttered, even though there was a hint of a smirk on his face.
“One more question,” Ben said. “What about the last ingredient? Banshee tears you said, right? Where are you going to get those?”
“Well. That’ll be the final obstacle.”
“My uncle owns a flask,” Tom explained. “He and my Grandfather will be out next week and we’ll go and try to get them. Our house-elves will be on high alert however, so it’s going to be risky.”
“So,” Ben said. “When are we going?”
“We?” Camille and you asked simultaneously.
“You can’t sneak your way in anyway with the elves around, right?” he said. “Four people are a better distraction than two. I’m in.”
“You weren’t even invited in,” Tom said.
“I don’t care,” Ben shrugged. “I’m still in if you need me.”
Tom sighed as he walked in circles around the cauldron, his hand covering his mouth while he considered Ben’s offer. “As much as I hate to admit it,” he then said. “I think you might be right. A distraction could be of benefit.”
“See?” Ben chuckled. “The muggleborn isn’t that dumb after all.”
“Oh brush off the arrogance, Hilt. We don’t have the flask yet.”
“Boys, please. Let’s discuss that another time and let me show you how to tend to the potion.”
You spent the following week planning for Saturday, when the Gaunts would leave their manor to attend the honouring of the Order of Merlin. You had also gotten some most needed hours of sleep. Not only that but just knowing that Camille and Ben were taking some weight off your shoulders made it much easier to concentrate on school and homework as well.
On Saturday evening, when you met at the fireplace connected to the Floo-Network, you went over your plan again.
“And don’t forget,” Tom said. “There are two house-elves. They’re loud, but not very bright. Much like Gryffindors.”
Camille stifled a laugh and looked over to Ben.
“Mate,” Ben replied. “Can you stop bullying me? I’m helping you out here.”
“Sorry,” Tom answered and bit the inside of his cheek. “I was just joking.”
“Oh yes. Riddle’s first joke in eighteen years and of course I take the fall.”
“Guys,” you scolded. “Get it together. Do you remember everything?”
“Yes,” Camille replied. “We are Theresa Carrow and Connor Prewett, your new and very pureblooded friends. We’ll be distracting the house-elves while Tom and you look for the flask. Once you got it, Tom will obliviate them and we'll come right back here.”
“Alright then,” you said as you watched Tom disappearing inside the fireplace. “See you there.”
The green flames consumed you whole once you let the Floo Powder fall and transported you swiftly to Gaunt manor, where you found yourself in a dark hallway, the reception hall, perhaps.
Tom was there already and offered his hand for you to step out of the fireplace. Camille came next, followed right by Ben. Before you could say anything, you heard two raspy, high-pitched voices coming your way.
“Who is it?” one voice asked. “Master? Is it you?”
“Show yourselves,” the other voice croaked and the elf snapped her fingers, making all the candles around the room light up. It still was dim, but you could see them a bit better now. Both of them were wrinkly and old, their faces scrunched up in suspicion. They didn’t look like the elves at your home at all but were hunching and worn out, completely different to Tummy. The male elf, Scrook, missed a large piece of his left ear and the female one, Hokey, walked with a severe limp.
“Master Riddle,” Scrook said once he had detected him and bowed tediously. “What do we owe the honour? Master Gaunt didn’t tell us you would visit today.”
“He didn’t?” Tom asked. “He must have forgotten. I told him that I’d come by today. Isn’t he here?”
“No Master,” Hokey answered. “They just left thirty minutes ago. Should we inform them for you?”
“Not necessary. I just wanted to treat my friends to dinner, you see. May I introduce you to Miss Carrow, Mister Prewett, and my fiancée.”
“Oh, networking, yes,” Scrook said and bowed once again. “Welcome to Gaunt manor.”
“Shall we prepare some food for you, Master?” Hokey asked.
“Certainly. Bring my guests to the sitting room, will you? I’ll join in a bit.”
“Of course, Master. Of course.”
The two elves escorted Camille and Ben to the back, bickering and wrangling like an old couple.
“Quick now,” Tom whispered to you and walked the opposite way, towards the basement. The whole mansion was cold and dark, mahogany bleakly spread across the floors and even on some walls. The marble staircase in the entrance hall might have looked impressive, but only added to the frigid aesthetic of the house.
“Allow me to ask, Mister Prewett,” Scrook said while Ben and Camille took a seat. “What magical family do you belong to? I’ve never heard your last name before.”
“I, uh. I’m related to the Black family,” Ben said.
“The noble and most ancient house of Black,” Hokey crowed. “What an honour.”
The corridor to Morfin’s chamber was long, you had walked there for at least a minute, and it got even colder with every step you took. When you finally reached the door at the far end, Tom halted and you took a deep breath. Tom turned the doorknob, but the entry remained closed.
“Locked,” he said. “Alohomora.”
The door stayed shut. Tom frowned. That would have been too easy.
“A different spell?” you asked. “Or is there a key somewhere?”
He shook his head. “No. It’s a charm.”
Merlin’s beard. What could it be? You thought about what Morfin could have done to lock the door. Something that only he or Marvolo would be able to use.
“What about Parseltongue?” you asked. “Does Morfin know it too?”
“Yes,” Tom answered and proceeded to speak unfamiliar words in the language. The doorknob clicked and sprung open by itself. “There we go.”
Meanwhile, in the sitting room, one of the elves got more and more interested in Ben and Camille’s backstory. “Can Scrook offer you a drink Miss? Sir?” he asked, while Hokey was busy in the kitchen. “Please, if you don’t mind, Mister Prewett. Would you tell me how exactly you’re related to Arcturus Black? Master Morfin is on good terms with him and I wonder why I’ve never heard of you before.”
When you entered Morfin’s chamber you were surprised by its size. It was almost as large as the entire Potions classroom in Hogwarts. Dead bats and shrunken heads were hanging down from the low ceiling here and there, along with strange feathers and strings that must have been some creature’s strands of hair. Despite its size, the room was crammed with bottles, finished potions and ingredients of all sorts. It wasn’t messy, not at all, but very chaotic for anyone unfamiliar.
“Morfin arranges everything by type,” Tom said. “Liquids from living creatures must be in this corner then.”
You both started opening the drawers and looked for anything that could possibly be Banshee tears.
Ben and Camille still got cross-examined by Scrook. “Interesting, interesting. Mister Black is your great-uncle, you say. Have you met him lately?“
In the chamber, you had searched for over ten minutes already, and gone through hundreds of little flasks. The number of different liquids in this room must have been in the thousands. Slughorn’s stock was absurdly small compared to this.
“Can’t we just use a summoning charm?” you sighed, going through your fifteenth drawer of vials filled with animal blood.
“No,” Tom said while closing a drawer. “The elves would notice it immediately.”
You shoved yet another drawer shut. “Bloody hell. What if it’s hidden?”
“That’s possible,” he mumbled, still scanning over all the flasks inside the cupboard.
“Wait,” you said. “What if we’re looking in the wrong place?”
“All liquids are here, as I said.”
“Yes, but I just remembered. Slughorn said this years ago. Banshee tears when stored, turn into tiny, pearly white crystals.”
Tom lifted his head to look at you.
“Where are the solids stored?”
He pointed at the opposite corner of the room. “Over there.”
At the same time, Hokey brought appetizers into the sitting room. “Enjoy,” she grumbled, her tone not fitting her kind words at all.
“Thank you,” Ben said after he and Camille had taken some canapés from the tray.
Both elves froze in shock, deeply offended. “Sir, you have not just thanked Hokey, have you?” Scrook asked.
“Of course not,” Camille stated, holding her head high. “What are you thinking? He thanked me for handing him a canapé.”
“I see,” Scrook said, eyes narrowed. “I’ll go and look for Master Riddle now. He’s taking awfully long, whatever he’s doing.”
“No!” Camille and Ben shouted which lead the elf to turn back around.
“No,” Camille repeated, her voice a lot calmer. “I’d like to know more about this house. Can you tell us how long you have worked for the Gaunts?”
In the chamber, you went through the flasks and glass containers on the other side of the room, where the solid ingredients were stored, while Tom still roamed the liquids. And finally, between fairy wings and unicorn liver, lay a tiny flask of Banshee tears.
“Got it,” you called. “There it is.”
Tom walked right over and checked out the flask too. “Good girl, very smart thinking.”
You lightly pushed him with your elbow for what he had just called you and smiled. “Let’s go.”
Scrook had gotten disturbingly close to Ben. “I’ll gladly tell you all about this house, Miss,” he said, not taking his eyes off the boy. “When Mister Prewett reveals his real name.”
“My real name?” Ben asked. “What do you mean?”
“You’re not a pureblood, are you?” the elf hissed. “I can smell it.”
“Excuse you, elf!” Camille bellowed. She was a much better actress than Ben. “You surely didn’t mean to insult Mister Prewett in that way. I must have misheard you. Now apologise.”
Before they knew it, Scrook had gripped Ben’s hand and pulled it towards his own face, sniffing at the inside of Ben’s underarm. “I knew it!” the elf yelled. “Mudblood! Hokey quick, alarm the Masters!”
Hokey came running in from the kitchen at the same time as Tom and you arrived in the sitting room. All three of you stood there in the archway and looked at Camille, Ben and Scrook in disbelief.
“Traitors!” Scrook screamed and accidentally knocked the tray of canapés off the table. “What have you done, Master Riddle? Bringing a mudblood into these halls.”
Ben had finally wrenched his arm away from the elf, holding on to it tightly while standing up straight, his chest heaving.
“The Masters must know,” Scrook whined and turned around. “We have to tell them immediately, Hokey.”
“Enough,” Camille said as she rose from her seat. “Stupefy!”
In an instant, Scrook fell to the floor without another word, completely unconscious. Hokey let out a yelp at the sight, turned around and ran toward the kitchen.
“Quick, before she apparates,” you shouted.
“Stupefy,” Tom called with his wand pointed at Hokey. “We don’t have much time. The charm wears off on elves much quicker than on humans.”
Ben and Tom dragged the two elves to the entrance hall and dropped them next to the fireplace, while Camille cleaned up the mess on the floor, where the canapés had landed.
When you had gathered by the fireplace again, Scrook already opened his eyes, blinking slowly.
“Leave,” Tom urged and pointed his wand at the elves. “Obliviate.”
Camille went first and disappeared into the flames, followed by Ben and you.
Back in Hogwarts, when Tom stepped out of the fireplace, you finally felt like you were able to breathe again.
“We did it,” you said and fell into his arms. “I can’t believe we really did it.”
Tom held you for a moment, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, then moved his head and looked at Ben when he let go. “What happened?”
Ben still hadn’t calmed down. He rubbed his hands on his trousers repeatedly and shook his head. “I don’t know. They were shocked when I thanked them for serving us food. Then the elf said he could smell that I’m not a pureblood.”
“You thanked them?” Tom asked. “Elves don’t accept that.”
“How am I supposed to know that? I’ve never seen a house-elf before.”
“Forget about that now,” Camille interrupted. “Did you get them? The Banshee tears.”
“Yes,” you said and pulled them out of your pocket. “We got them.”
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Time After Time -- 6
a boy a girl a time turner
when a time turner is shattered in a small fight, it’s up to the unlikely pair to figure out how to survive until the end of the war. it’s their only shot at breaking the loop.
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Chapter 6 - When Hermione told Ron
Hermione tore her gaze from the deceased couple. It broke her heart that she couldn't save everyone. She looked up at Fred. "Do you know where he is?"
Fred gestured to the front end of the hallway.
"Thanks," she said softly, stepping around the family to calmly walk down the aisle. By the time she reached, Draco had sent the girl, Ellie, off and turned to face Hermione. "You're still alive, then?"
Draco smiled. "Pity."
Hermione tried to smile back. "It's like I've just realised you could die. If you die too close to dawn . . . If we blow by my time of death, there is no reset. Even if I die, it won't matter as much as knowing that we saved so many more people because of you and you don't even get to live."
"If you die," Draco said, fixing a serious stare on Hermione, "and there is no loop, I'm not staying here."
"You can't do that!" Hermione cried.
"I mean it. I'm not living in a world without the only person that looks at me like I'm a person. I won't do it. I can't do it. You won't die alone."
"Malfoy. . ."
"There's nothing you can say that's going to change my mind, Granger," Draco said, turning away.
"Where are you going?"
Draco gestured around. "Nothing's going to happen for a while. A lot of them need attention." After a moment's pause, Draco held out his hand. "I'll teach you the spells if you want to help."
"Hermione!"
Hermione glanced back to see Ron walking up to her.
"Or maybe you should try talking to Ron about the loop."
"I. . . okay."
Draco smiled. "It's almost dawn, Hermione. Get some rest, yeah?"
Hermione nodded slowly. As she turned to walk to Ron, Draco headed down the aisle in the other direction.
"Wait, let me get this straight," Ron said, frowning. "You broke a Time-Turner a couple of hours ago, and now you're stuck inside a time loop?"
Hermione nodded.
"And Malfoy is stuck inside it with you?"
Hermione nodded again.
"Blimey, Hermione. How many times?"
"What?"
"How many times have you died?"
Hermione scrunched up her nose as she stared at the crumbling ceiling. "Seventy-five," she said slowly, turning to look at Ron again, "that I recall."
"That you recall?"
"Malfoy says he tried to save me about ten times before the Time-Turner broke. That would make it eighty-five deaths."
"Blimey," Ron said again. "Does anyone else know?"
Hermione laughed. "Who would I tell, Ron? It's a war. Everyone is fighting for their lives. I can't--" Hermione broke off, shaking her head.
Ron was silent for a moment. "Have you ever. . ."
"Have I ever what?"
"Have you ever killed yourself on purpose? To do it over again?"
"Oh, yeah. Loads of times. It was a bit strange and frightening the first time, but I guess I just forgot that death is permanent for everyone else. I got so used to waking up in the same place every time I died, I forgot that there might come a point where I'll die and that'll be it."
Ron didn't want to know what Hermione meant by that. "What made you realise?"
Hermione sniffed, suddenly realising that she was crying. Angrily, she wiped at her eyes. "Um, Malfoy, he -- he saved Fred from a falling wall. But he died under it instead. We were down at the boathouse and I felt this -- this crushing pain. When I got to the hall, your family was waiting for me there. Where he was. Fred told me that he kept saying my name. He said -- he said he was sorry."
Hermione tried for a laugh, resulting in some kind of choked sob. "He was just laying there and -- and you know his hands see normally cold, but it was like ice when I held it and -- and -- and I just realised that he could've died and never woken up."
"So you reset," Ron said. It wasn't a question, he knew he was right. Obviously. Draco was still there.
Hermione nodded. "Yeah."
"What's it feel like?"
Hermione shook her head, glancing at the stones on the steps below her. "Nothing. It just -- it just happens. I die and then immediately, I wake up in the cottage. I don't-- there's nothing in between. Nothing."
"Is there anything I can do?"
Hermione looked at him sadly. "I don't think so, Ron," she whispered.
Ron leaned towards her, dropping his head. "I'll tell you one thing, Hermione, I think he loves you."
"What? Ron, that's--"
"Just as much as you love him. Maybe more."
Hermione fiddled with a stone for a moment before raising her gaze back to Ron. "Is it that obvious?"
Ron shrugged. "Do me a favour, though. If you happen to reset again, tell me about it again?"
"I will. Thank you, Ron."
Ron nudged her lightly. "Anything for my best friend," he said, smiling. "Have you kissed him yet?"
"I did, the first time I reset after he saved Fred. I was just so happy to see him alive and he'd still saved Fred. I just. . ."
"Why'd you reset again?"
"Oh, I panicked. You and Harry were coming over and well, it's not like I'd told you about the loop."
Ron stared at Hermione. "You're right. You really have forgotten the weight of death. Honestly, Hermione, just five minutes. That's all it would've taken to explain."
"Ugh, you sound exactly like Draco."
"Ew."
Hermione smiled. Then she laughed. Ron smiled with her. "You love him a lot, don't you? Far more than I can tell."
Hermione shrugged. "I mean, he's not that bad."
Ron shrugged as well. "I guess rewinding time around ten times to try and save you is a good enough reason without the loop."
"Shut up," Hermione said, giving Ron a light shove. But she was smiling.
She turned around when she felt someone's eyes on her. "Harry."
The two of them stood up as Harry approached.
"Where have you been?" Hermione asked.
"We thought you might've gone to the Forest," Ron said.
"I'm going now."
The pair erupted into shouts of protest.
"I have to!" Harry shouted over them. "It's meant to be."
"What is it?" Hermione asked softly.
"There's a reason I can hear them -- the Horcruxes. I think I've known why for a while now. I think you have too."
Hermione's face fell. "No. I'll come with you. I--"
"Let him leave."
The trio turned as Draco stepped out from behind half a remaining pillar, eyes downcast.
"He has to do this alone."
"No," Hermione said, "I'm not letting you to him alone. You -- you could die! I can't--"
"Hermione," Draco said firmly, staring at her. "Let him leave."
Harry studied Draco. "Do you know? Who told you?"
"Doesn't matter. We'll get the snake, all right?"
"Nagini? How do you know about her?"
Draco raised his eyebrows at Harry. "Are you seriously asking me that?"
Though Hermione knew Draco had already lived the war no less than ten times, she found it amusing that Harry would forget who housed Voldemort for a year. Her amusement did not last long.
"Let me go with," she began.
Draco sent her a fierce look and her voice died in her throat. He turned back to Harry. "The Elder Wand cannot fully harm its true owner. We'll be here when you get back."
Harry nodded. Before he could leave, Ron attacked him with a hug that threatened to suffocate Harry.
Draco slowly walked up to the pair. Absently, Hermione laced her fingers with his. "Be careful, Harry. We'll be waiting, okay?"
Harry nodded. He'd gone down a few steps when Draco's voice stopped him as he called his name.
"Yeah?"
"Good luck, mate."
Harry nodded. "Thanks . . . Draco."
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Hermione pushed a little boy's hair from his eyes. She offered him a bright smile. "There we go, did you even feel it?"
The child, whose name she didn't even know, smiled back. He shook his head. "Thank you!"
Hermione's smile remained as she helped him off the table and watched him walk off, sans his earlier limp.
"You have a wonderful bedside manner," Draco said as he stood up. "He'd have never sat still for me like that."
Hermione's smile stretched as Draco joined her on the bench in front of the table. "Yeah?"
"Oh, yeah. Absolutely. When this is all over, you should come with me to St. Mungo's. You'd be my official assistant Healer."
"Assistant Healer?"
"You know, like those Muggle whatcha-call-ems. Nurses."
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Really? A nurse?"
"Why not? You've already demonstrated supreme bedside manner with kids and with people your own age! Even a few professors and Order members! You'd make a great nurse."
"Uh-huh. And why do I get to be your assistant Healer?"
"Because we make a great team," Draco said, putting his hand over hers and holding tight. "And if we work together, then there's just more time that I get to spend with you."
Neither brought up the fact that they weren't sure if Hermione would even live past 5:45 am.
Hermione sighed. "When I was younger -- much younger -- I thought I was going to grow up and become a doctor. I never imagined that I'd be here."
"No one ever does, Hermione."
"I used to think I'd be sewing up stab wounds and reversing toxicities and all of that, not throwing violent spells and mixing poisons."
"Do you miss it?"
"What?"
"Ignorance."
Hermione pursed her lips. "I don't know. I'd like to not be part of a war but . . . this is where I'm meant to be, you know? I feel at home surrounded by all this magic and -- and I'm kind of okay with the ways I died. If any one of those had been my last moments, I would have died doing something to save someone else, to help end the war."
Draco sighed as Hermione leaned her head on his shoulder.
"If I die after the sun comes up, will you plant flowers at my grave? Daisies and marigolds. Will you visit every day?"
"You know I won't," Draco murmured.
"Maybe I won't even have to take the knife. Everyone's seen how you've fought for Hogwarts, how you've helped here with all the injured. Maybe they'll protect you from harm the way they did for Harry against Pansy."
"Maybe," Draco said softly.
"Eugh, just because I'm okay with the relationship, doesn't mean you can get all mushy in front of me."
Both looked up and gave Ron a smile.
"Come on. Everyone's heading out. They say Voldemort's army is approaching."
Draco stood up very suddenly. His grip on Hermione's hand was almost painful and his expression had never been more serious. "Promise me, no matter what happens, you stay put."
"What's going to happen, mate?"
"Both of you. Don't even think about-- Oh, shit, Ginny!"
"Malfoy!" Ron yelled as Draco let go of Hermione's hand and broke into a sprint.
He and Hermione shared a glance before sprinting after Draco. They broke into the light of the rising sun as the army drew nearer. Hagrid was with them. He took slow, exhausted steps.
"What's he carrying?" Ginny's voice broke the silence.
Draco was pushing through the students, accidentally shoving some down to the ground. Hermione and Ron followed.
Ginny realised that it wasn't a what that Hagrid carried, but rather a who. Hermione froze as she saw Harry's body cradled in Hagrid's large hands. "No. . ."
Hermione's soft whisper was echoed in Ginny's cry. She broke from the crowd, prepared to cross the expanse between the two sides. Draco reached her just as she'd taken her first step and pulled her back, tripping over his own feet and stumbling to the ground. He did not let go of Ginny.
"It's not real," he whispered to her.
Ginny stopped fighting Draco. He let go of her and left her to Hermione as Ron offered him an arm up.
"What do you mean?" Ginny demanded from the safety of Hermione's arms.
Draco held a finger to his lips. Though his expression was stoic, there was a small twinkle in his gray eyes. Hermione couldn't fight her smile.
Harry Potter was still alive.
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