#Slyherin

[something-tragic-and-pretty]

Regulus Black had a rescued black cat through all of his seven years at Hogwarts. His name was different according to all his friends, what Regulus didn’t want to admit was that his real name was Mr Snuffles, as Regulus had first found him at five or six. Sirius was the only one that knew about this.

[myfeetrcolddd]

Avoidance

She had a problem. A problem by the name of Theodore Nott.

The two had been friends for years, since they both met on the train in their first year, even after she had been sorted in Ravenclaw rather than Slytherin like him.

But for the last year or so things had shifted between the two. A tension had wrapped itself around the pair of friends, lingering gazes and touches, interactions that toed the line between friendly teasing and flirting.

It was confusing to say the least, because while she had been sure of her feelings for her friend she was unsure of how he felt towards her.

Theo would be borderline flirting with her one moment, being far more touchy than a best friend ought to be and being far more protective, then the next moment he was chatting up a new girl before disappearing into a broom closest or his dorm.

Confused and hurt over what was happening she decided to put up boundaries, close herself off a little, maybe then she'd rid herself of these new found feelings for her best friend.

Though this was all easier said than done.

Walking into the great hall she made her way over to the Slytherin table, but instead of taking her usual seat pressed up against Theos side she sat between Enzo and Pansy, who welcomed her confused smiles but smiles nonetheless.

"Morning." She smiled to the group and they all greeted her back.

Theo had brushed this off, he couldn't expect her to sit beside him for every meal. But he found himself hating the way she had decided not to sit beside him anyway.

When she had finished her breakfast she excused herself from the table, and Theo did too, because they always left together and would walk around together before actually getting to class.

When he was finally beside her he reached for her hand to hold, something they always did, no matter what. But she evaded the touch, clasping her hands together in front of her.

He looked at her confused once again, but shrugged it off, because everyone has their off days.

They talked like they always did, conversation flowing easily between the both of them but Theo couldn't stop his hand from twitching with the need to grasp something, but since she wasn't going to hold his hand he decided standing as close as possible would have to suffice.

This she had allowed, because despite trying with all her might she couldn't deny that she missed his closeness. It was weird not to have him so close, but she had to do this because whenever he was so close she found herself pretending they were dating.

She almost forgot they were only friends a few times, almost because every time someone would say they looked like a "lovely couple" or anything along those lines Theodore would spend the next ten minutes explaining how they were only friends and how he basically saw her as a sister.

In class Theo had scooted his chair as close to her as possible, because that's just what he always did, and then he tried to put his arm around her chair like he always did, but instead of meeting his chair in the middle she stayed put, and instead of leaning back into his arm she sat as straight as possible, making sure her back wouldn't touch his arm. And their thighs that were normally pressed together seemed an ocean apart to him.

Theo frowned once more, even more confused as to what was happening to his best friend.

The rest of the day had went like this. With her avoiding any physical contact that wasn't needed and not flirting back with him, or not doing what she considered flirting back with him. She wasn't sure if Theo even knew he was flirting with her at this point.

After the last class of the day ended they had to split, Theodore went off to Quidditch practice while she had gone with Pansy down to the Slytherin common room.

While the two girls had sat on one of the many sofas in front of one fo the many fireplaces Y/N filled Pansy in on how she had been feeling, and her plan.

Pansy laughed loudly at what Y/N had said, covering her mouth to muffle it slightly, "I-I'm sorry, but is that why he's had this small frown on his face all day?" She asks and the Ravenclaw girl rolls her eyes fondly but nods her head. "You, Y/N L/N, are a mastermind."

"I know." She grinned, shrugging, earning another laugh from Pansy.

As if summoned Theodore showed up, standing behind the couch, "Ladies." He said smoothly as the two girls turned around to face him, though he greeted them both he kept his eyes on the one who was avoiding his touch.

"Hi Theodore." Pansy said with a slight smirk, not missing the way he hadn't taken his eyes off of the Ravenclaw girl once. Though that wasn't anything new. It seemed as though Theo could never quite taker her eyes off the girl, it was a surprise said girl hadn't noticed that.

"Hey Teddy." She smiled up at him, using the nickname for the first time today.

Theo felt something swell in his chest at the sound, he couldn't help it. Like he couldn't help the grin that spread across his face at the word.

He hoped over the back of the couch and slid into the seat right next to the girl. Wrapping one arm around her shoulder and the other around her middle in an effort to pull her impossibly closer to him.

While Pansy tried not to laugh out loud at Y/N flustered and startled face Theo had successfully sat his best friend practically on his lap.

Y/N cleared her throat and peeled Theos hands off her then stood, "Well-" She started, avoiding eye contact with Theo who had such a deep set frown Pansy was sure his face would freeze that way, "I think I'll get going now. I'll see you two at dinner!"

Then she scurried out of the snake pit as fast as she could and up to her own dorm.

Theodore sat there, frozen and confused. "What the fuck." He said, then he turned to Pansy, "D'you know what that was about?"

Pansy, who had a poorly hidden grin on her face, shrugged feigning ignorance. "Nope!" Theo glared at her but her resolve kept up so he huffed in annoyance before storming up to his dorm.

He endured three days of what he now considers his personal hell and it's be a lie if anyone at Hogwarts said they didn't notice.

Actually, it was hard not to notice. Things had changed for Theo, because sometimes Y/N wouldn't even eat at the Slytherin table anymore, and if she did she sat beside Pansy and someone-anyone- other than him. She no longer walked with him to class and he barely sat beside her in class.

Theo would walk to class like he wanted to set the whole castle on fire, and if he saw that his usual seat beside his beloved best friend was taken he'd sit behind them and glare lasers into the back of the poor students head.

And while almost every other student was scarred to even breathe the wrong way around the boy his friends found the entire thing incredibly amusing. Especially since Pansy had filled them all in on Y/N's behalf.

The Ravenclaw girl was sitting outside on the fourth day, enjoying the sun by herself as she sat on a bench and read her new book. The spot had nothing blocking the sun from her, not even clouds.

But then a large shadow came over her. She looked up to see a fuming Theodore with dark circles under his eyes and his normally messy hair was messier than usual, as though he had been tossing and turning all night then running his hand through it countless times.

Seeing him like this was no good. It just made her feel bad for putting a distance between them. Worst part was that it didn't work. She still had feelings for him and she was still longing for something more with him.

She opens her mouth to greet him but doesn't get the chance to get the first syllable out when he interrupts her, "Why've you been avoiding me?" He demands, his voice rougher and raspier than usual.

"I-" she huffed out a breath, she supposed there was no time like the present, and maybe confessing and rejection would help her get over him, "Because I like you Theo, and with you being all touchy then hooking up or flirty with some other girl. It confused me and I thought putting some space between us would help me get over you."

Theo went silent. He didn't know what to say, he didn't want to reject her, but he didn't know if he liked her back. She took his silence as an answer and sucked in a breath.

She had known being rejected would hurt, but she didn't think it would hurt that badly. She smiled up at him and tried her best not to cry. Closing her book she stood, "Nice talking to you Theo." She said before walking away and letting the tears fall.

She didn't go to breakfast the following morning, she didn't go to any classes, or any meals. Theo missed her presence entirely, because even though while she had put distance between the he could still see her, but now she wasn't there.

That night Theo realized something.

He realized he was an oblivious idiot. Because he hadn't treated Y/N as a best friend in years, instead he's been treating her like she was his girlfriend. And he'd seen her as his girlfriend, which was probably why he always thought of her when she wasn't around. Why when he was with another girl it was her he was thinking of, her he found himself wishing he were doing these things to.

Immediately he jumped out of bed, putting on shoes before he ran out of the Slytherin common room and up to Ravenclaw tower.

Answering the riddle with ease he bounded up the stairs to her dorm three at a time. By the time he was at her door he was breathless and red cheeked. He knocked gently and she answered right away.

She frowned looking up at the brown haired boy who lacked a shirt and was only wearing a pair of sweat pants and runner, "Teddy what are you-"

Theo pulled her by the waist and held her flush against him. Leaning down he kissed her, she froze, not sure what to do before she realized she was kissing him back.

uh don't really like this, go lazy with the ending.

sorry

[drarryjustbecause]

Draco: Noob.

Harry: What?

Draco: Noob.

Harry: ??

Draco: Weasley tought it to me.

Draco: Noob.

Harry: I-

Draco: It sounds funny.

Draco: Noob. Hehe. I wonder what it means.

[domaslut]

LOVE ME LIKE YOU.

Starring: Merula Snyde x f!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff!

Plot: you have to pick a date for the incoming Ball and all of your friends seem to have suddenly picked an interest in you. No one, however, made you feel as alive as Merula did. After a tormented night spent wide awake in your bed, you finally confront and confess your feelings to the lovely brat you have fallen in love with.

REQUESTED BY: @btvdc

VALENTINE’S DAY EVENT: “LOVE ME LIKE YOU”.

Quote: “Last night, I laid in bed so blue 'Cause I realized the truth They can't love me like you I tried to find somebody new Baby, they ain't got a clue Can't love me like you”.

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“Let me guess… You haven’t picked a date yet, have you?” Tonks quizzically inquired, plopping down on the empty seat next to you.

“Bingo” you shortly replied, fidgeting with the umpteenth note you had received since the beginning of the week. Where did all of these secret admirers come from? Further more, why did they not sign their gushing letters, if they desperately yearned to be your date for the Ball? You were officially done with them and the absurd situation they were putting you through.

Your pink-haired friend chuckled and propped her chin over her hand, her bright eyes scanning the Great Hall in search for a potential candidate to accompany you to the infamous Ball “What about Andre? He has declared countless times that you’re his muse… I wouldn’t be surprised, if one of these notes has been sent by him?” she observed, pursuing her lips at you.

You averted your droopy eyes from the note to your ravenclaw friend, who was currently showing a new, expensive fabric to a rather joyful Penny. Well, maybe Tonks was not wrong about Andre… But the blonde potioneer was probably one of the other anonymous senders. You thought you had recognized her calligraphy earlier and, judging by the languid glances she was directing to you from across the room, there was no doubt about it. Penny had a crush on you.

“You’re probably right, but I’m not interested in him… And, for what can matter, I’m not going to choose Penny either. – you said, folding your arms over your chest – She’s way too sweet and pure to be my perfect match” you clarified, lolling your head back in dispair.

At this point, you had almost given up on going to the Ball. If a romantic experince had to turn into a stressful loop of anxiety and dissatisfaction, you would have rather spent the night locked up in your dorm, cuddling your pets.

Tonks snickered and stood up, shooting a knowing look at you “Ouch, poor Penny... Well, then I guess I should probably let you know that Tulip heard Talbott and Badeea talking about you in the ravenclaw common room yesterday. – she casually informed you, stretching her arms over her head – Actually, they were arguing. I mean, isn’t it weird? They’re both so calm and rational, then again they’ve lost control over you!”.

Your left eye twitched, your hand ripped up the note in your hand at the shocking revelation. When did she think it was the right time to let you know about it? Not that you were going to consider them as an option in the first place, but you would have surely avoided them down the corridors earlier. Any kind of interaction would have been detrimental in your desperate search for the right date.

“Tonks! – you whined, stomping your foot as a sign of irritation – Is there something else you wish to tell me?” you rhetorically asked her, palming your forehead.

She shook her head and turned her back at you “Nah, I’mma go to bed. And you should do the same!” she replied, ambling towards the exit calmly, as if she had not just dropped a bomb.

She was right. Maybe you were just too tired. And, maybe, you had already made up your mind. You knew who your heart desired, who you enjoyed sharing your meals, or butterbeers with. You had a fling with her. Nothing official, yet something important. You had not kissed many times. Actually, you had barely kissed. However, the way your lips brushed over hers, and the fact that the spark igniting your heart that very night was still vividly stuck in your mind were a clear sign that you were in love with her.

Dragging your feet along the floor, you made your way to your dorm and slipped under the covers without even changing into a proper attire. You were too stressed, too nervous and you struggled to fall asleep for hours. You tossed and turned continously, as you tried to make up your mind. You were conscious that, if you decided to pick her as your date for the ball, this time it would have been forever.

“Fuck it, alright?” you cussed, rolling on your back and staring at the ceiling.

Did anyone else make you feel the way she did? No. Was there someone else residing 24/7 in your mind? Of course no…

“Well… Maybe Barnaby? Argh, who am I kidding? He is always so sweet with me. Just stop, Y/N! I love her! There is no going back. I choose her” you said, maybe a little bit too loud, considering it was 2 o’ clock in the morning. One of your roommate groaned out in frustration and threw a pillow in your direction, that you easily dodged.

“Shut the hell up and ask her out. I wanna sleep...” she ranted, slithering back underneath the blankets to try to get some sleep.

The morning after, you met her at breakfast. You had a very hard time to approach her, especially when Ismelda shot daggers in your direction and seemed to be a minute away from jinx you. Your purple-eyed crush, on the other hand, had no troubles in glaring at her and making you the center of her attention.

“So, what’s the matter? Have you slept last night?” she commenced, cocking her head to the side.

You rolled your eyes at her and rubbed the back of your neck in distress “Please, Merula, don’t make things so damn complicated. – you complained, locking eyes with her – Be my date. I … I’d very much like it, if you just said yes” you blurted out, cheeks flushing up as she stared at you dumbfounded.

“Are you serious?” she asked, blinking skeptically at you.

“Yes, I am”.

“Prove it then” she challenged you, folding her arms against her chest.

You chewed on your lower lip in nervousness, fists clenched at your sides as you pondered her request. You were there, opening your heart to her, making the first step, and she had the audacity of teasing you? Was it not clear enough that you were serious about your proposal? Yet, that side of her personality, what most of your friends loathed about her, was exactly what drove you crazy.

“I love you” you simply quipped then, watching her lips parting in disbelief. Yet, you were done playing games. Sticking up to your intent to make your relatioship official, you cupped her heart-shaped visage in your hands and smashed your lips against her ones.

That was the kiss you had dreamt about for years. That was the kiss you craved and the one you could not wait up until midnight to finally steal from her. Merula was completely shocked, as if a lightning had struck her and she was left fuzzy and disoriented right after it.

“No one is quite like you” you breathed out, pressing your forehead against hers.

She blushed, pulling you in for another brief kiss “I get to have the last word, though. Don’t forget it” she joked, winking at you.

You chuckled and took a step back, bowing your head as a sign of resignation to her umpteenth declaration of her supremacy “See you tonight, miss Snyde”.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there!

Happy Valentine’s Day, guys! This is the first request I had got from my “Valentine’s Day Event”. I will publish the other ones in the next few days. I hope you have enjoyed this drabble♥️

And, if you cannot find me online on tumblr, just text me on my wattpad account: Domaslut! I hang on that platform quite a bit❤️

x o x o

[dumpshittybrain]

Heya!

Can I slyther-in your chamber?😉

[ps-cactus]

🫵🏻 YOU GUYS!!!! I. LOVE. YOU.

while there are so many wonderful people in this fandom it worth fighting every toxic anon who's attempting to spoil our experience here

I have my guesses on who might have written some of these 🤭 Thank you and I love you with all my heart 💕 YOU and your blogs are my happy place

Also about this one because I'm not sure if this anon joined the positivity flashmob or simply came from AO3 - OMG THANK YOU FOR READING MY STUFF I HOPE YOU ENJOY 😭💖 i am really just trying to remember how to write and dwelling so much in a character design, plot development and so many other stuff so my biggest hope is every next work gets better than a previous one 🫶

p.s. special thanks to @rypnami for this game and contribution to making our day so much brighter 💖

[hawaiianshirttaco64]

Look I'm ALL for a jegulus relationship. But (for me, because the Marauders fandom is all fan-made anyway) its not realistic.

Give me one sided, hopelessly in-love Regulus.

Give me a Regulus that KNOWS James will always love Lily. A Regulus that will seek out James just to see a slight glance in his direction, a smile, anything.

Because he can live with that, he can live with just one touch, one word, one smile.

"As long as he knows I exist"

He thinks to himself, but he knows that's not true.

He tries, really, to convince myself that he can live with that. With stolen glances and small talk.

Because he knows he will never have him.

Because a Slyherin and a Gryffindor

Because a Pureblood and a Blood traitor

Because he can't end up like Sirius

Because he sees the way James looks at Lily.

And that still doesn't stop his last thought from being

"For James"

As the inferi drags him down into the dark abyss.

[reggieblackdiary]

Here are The Valkyries!!! I love my girlies<3

Next the Slyherin Skittles!!!

[nerdasaurus1200]

If Astarion were in a Hogwarts house he would be Slyherin. Karlach would no doubt be Hufflepuff. Lae’zel and Wyll would probably be Griffyndor ans I’m still figuring out the rest

[domaslut]

Terribly sorry i couldnt pick just one, but either Chester or Felix with either The joker and the Queen or Unholy (sorry, I really tried to pick one but i couldnt! You can pick either one or maybe both, but thats totally up to you!)

THE JOKER AND THE QUEEN.

Starring: Chester Davies x f!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff. + mention to y/n father’s being a death eater.

Plot: you were a popular pureblood witch and, as a member of the exclusive club of wizards, you were most likely going to share your heart with a fellow pureblood. That was what everybody expected from you, at least. Nevertheless, you chose Chester Davies. Years later, you still do not regret your choice.

REQUESTED BY: @moonprincess101

VALENTINE’S DAY EVENT: “THE JOKER AND THE QUEEN”.

Quote: “And I know you could fall for a thousand kings And hearts that could give you a diamond ring When I fold, you see the best in me The joker and the queen”.

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The moment your eyes locked for the first time ever, he knew you were the center of his world. Whenever you were around, he felt as if he was floating up above, gravity long forgotten, nonexistent. Your smile was dazzling and your voice melodic. You were truly a delicacy, an uptown girl far from his league, but he could not help himself and adored you.

“She’s a pureblood” one of his friends said, chugging down hos butterbeer, as he glanced at you in disdain.

He did not retort anything. He was too lost into contemplating the flawless girl that you were.

You were animatedly chatting with your friends, the superior and arrogant wizards whose reputation preceded them. They were right about your blood-status, but they were wrong about your personality. You were nothing like them and you loathed attending the balls and dinners your parents dragged you to. You felt like a spider in a cage and he knew it.

How? Well, you had told him everything about yourself.

It took nearly six months for Chester to approach you. You were not intimidating, but you were always the center of everyone’s attention. You incarnated everything that his friends despised, but all that he wanted. He saw the goodness in you, he saw your beauty and your cracks and, when he bashfully asked you if he could sit next to you in potions class, you blessed him with a bright smile he could not shake from his head.

“If we teamed up, we could easily win Piton’s competition…” you uttered under your breath, taking him off guard.

You were talking to him. You had asked him to work together. Was he dreaming?

“Are… Are you a-actually asking me to work with you?” he stammered, his glabrous face heating up to the point that the tips of his ears matched the Gryffindors’s uniforms.

You giggled and nodded your head at him “Do you see anyone else worthy of my attention at this table?” you softly asked, grabbing your book and dragging your stool closer to his one.

Oh, dear, the world stopped revolving for him.

Chester Davies had fallen badly for you and, when you asked him to study together in the afternoon, he had no trouble in trying his best to impress you. He could not let you slip from his fingers, else he would have never forgiven himself. Could he label you two as friends now? Well, acquaintances, at best. Yet, you were not strangers anymore.

It took it two months for you to open up to him. Soon enough, you ended up spending your whole days together. You told him everything about yourself. Apparently, the dark side of being a pureblood, your duties and the audacity your father had in writing you some letters in which he asked you to find another member of the upper class to ‘arrange a good, business marriage’ were doing numbers on you.

You did not want that. You were willing to be disowned rather than marrying someone you did not love.

“I will not surrender. – you commented one day, propping your chin on the back of your hand as you laid flat on your stomach in the fluffy, soft grass of Hagrid’s garden – I want to get married one day, of course I do… But I can’t bear the idea of spending my life with someone I don’t love. I want it to be different” you said, batting your eyes close and sighing contently, under the spring breeze.

Chester quirked a thick eyebrow up, his brown eyes staring up at the clear sky “What is it that you want?”.

“A man who loves me” you replied without hesitation.

“Pure-bloods can love too”.

You sighed, rolling down on your back to stare properly up at him “No, Chester, you’re wrong. – you mumbled – They love your last name, at best. They love your money and your position at the Ministry. But they never love you”.

He blushed, his eyes darting on the massive pumpkins in front of him. Was it the right time to say something more? Maybe dropping some other hints would have not been detrimental to your relationship. However, you took him off guard.

“They’re not like you” you stated, propping yourself up on your elbows.

“W-What?” he stammered, swallowing the sudden lump in his throat. You were going to kill him sooner or later.

You sat up, your cheeks now tinted in a bright pink shade and he could not tell if it was caused by the sun, or your proximity. Then again, when you curled yourself up in a ball and propped your chin on your knees, the gleam in your eyes was unmistakably, unequivocally the same he had when he looked at you.

“I like you… And not in a way a friend should love her friend. It’s something more. The way you make me laugh with that goofy smile of yours, whenever you talk about something you like, or the way I feel my heart drop into my stomach, if a girl is too close to you, have made realise that maybe I cannot find my perfect match out there because he is right under my nose…” you whispered, your cheeks burning even more.

Could you get a fever out of embarrassment for confessing to your crush? Yeah, you would not have been surprised, if you did.

Chester stared out at you in disbelief, his hand grasping your immediately as he shifted ti get even closer to you. You bit down on your lower lip, heart thrumming against your ribcage as you waited for him to reply something with the same anxiety of a guilty man waiting for his verdict.

“You could have literally fallen for one of the rich brats in your gang… They have everything, I have nothing to offer you beside my heart, Y/N. Are you sure about it?” he mumbled, locking his calloused fingers with yours. Your hand was so tiny compared to his one.

You felt tears well up in your eyes as you slowly nodded your head at him “Your love is everything I need. I don’t care about anything else. – you whispered softly, a small smile curling your lips – If I get to have you from now to the rest of our lives, I’ll feel like the luckiest person alive” you said, pressing your forehead against his one.

Chester chuckled, his free hand cupping your cheek affectionately. You, the smart, pureblood witch every student envied and craved for themselves, had finally picked your life companion. You had shared your golden heart, but with a half-blood, common Ravenaw student.

You had chosen him.

“You really are an unconventional, strong-willed crazy witch… – he said, a smug smile tugging the angles of his lips upwards – You beated me on it, I can’t believe it. But, yeah, for your information, I love you”.

You giggled, a sigh of relief leaving your mouth, as you smashed your lips against his chapped ones and pulled him down onto the grass with you.

Who would have thought that, five years after your graduation, he asked for your hand. Your father was mad at you for months. He never accepted your relationship, but the incoming war and the rumors running among the elite families about HIS return got him thinking. He knew that he would have been called too and he could not risk your life.

He gave his consent with the promise that you were both going to stay away from the battlefield and, if things got complicated, to never return again.

You did and now Chester kisses the small bump in your stomach, with the joy of a child blessing your lives, he knows that being a joker around a queen was the best decision he could have ever made.

AUTHOT NOTE.

Hi there!

I’m back at writing, thanks to god! I’ll take good care of your sweet requests in my inbox! I hope you liked this fluffy scenario. Chester is my baby and comfort character. Too bad I am a Slytherin and I could not lose house point to piss him off lmao xD

Next to come “Unholy + Felix Rosier” (smut, duh) 😏

[glittervame]

Love or obsession?

Parseltongue

This post is going to be part of the Hogmarch Fandom challenge by @thatdammchickennugget check it out if you want to know more! I may have gotten a bit carried away...I didn't proofread so sorry for the spelling errors or if it doesn't make any sense, love ya! &lt;3

This is the most random shit ever, I apologize in advance, don't think it follows the theme I have another version if needed

Tom Riddle x FEM! Reader Warnings: Character death, No smut (Sorry guys)Reader is basically a puppet (Dance puppet dance)

Y/n was a peculiar girl, even by her own admission. She never quite fit in with the other students at Hogwarts. Tom Riddle, on the other hand, seemed to have it all. He was popular, good-looking, and possessed an air of quiet confidence that made everyone around him feel at ease. It was no surprise, then, that when Tom decided he wanted to be friends with her, Y/n didn't think twice about accepting his offer.

She didn't know it at the time, but their friendship was not entirely equal. Tom tended to give her orders more than anything else; he'd say "Y/n, fetch me that book from the library," or "Y/n, meet me by the lake at five o'clock." And without question, Y/n would obey. It didn't bother her at first; she was just glad to have a friend who seemed to genuinely care about her.

One day, as they were walking through the castle grounds, Tom paused and looked at her intently. "Y/n," he said, "I've been meaning to ask you something." She glanced up at him, expecting the usual request for a favor or some other task. Instead, he continued, "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have a secret power?" She frowned, confused. "Of course," she replied, "everyone wonders that, people might have but you never know until you try and find it."

Tom smiled knowingly. "Well, what if I told you that you had a secret power?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "And what if I told you that I knew what that power was?" he countered. Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine as he said those words. She didn't understand why, but something about the way he was looking at her made her feel…different. Intrigued. Scared. Excited.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Tom leaned in closer, lowering his voice as well. "I think you might be an Animagus, Y/n," he said. "I've seen you wandering around the castle grounds at odd hours, and I've never seen you transform or use any kind of animal form. I've been wondering for a while now…" He trailed off, leaving the rest of the sentence unspoken.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. Tom couldn't possibly know about her secret. He was just toying with her. Right? But as she looked into his piercing eyes, she couldn't shake the feeling that he was telling the truth. What if he was? And what would that mean for their friendship? It felt like a bucket of ice got poured over her. She didn't know what to say, so she just stood there, staring at him, trying to process the information.

She looked away, trying to collect her thoughts. It was too much to take in all at once. How could Tom know about this? And even if he did, why would he tell her? He had never given her any reason not to trust him before. But then again, maybe that was it. Maybe he saw something in her that nobody else did, and he wanted to help her unlock her true potential.

Finally, she mustered up the courage to meet his gaze again. "Why are you telling me this, Tom?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "And how do you know?" There was a long silence as he regarded her carefully. Then, with a sigh, he said, "Because I'm a little different myself, Y/n. And because I think we might be more alike than you realize." His words sent a shiver down her spine. She knew then and there that she couldn't ignore what he was saying.

Her voice broke the moment of silence, "My form is a snake, fitting for someone in Slyherin isn't it?"

Tom's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't show any other reaction. "Yes, I suspected as much. It's not a form that many people would expect from you, but it's perfect for someone like you. You're quiet, observant, and more cunning than you let on. And it's also a form that will come in handy when the time comes." He paused, studying her face intently. "It's fitting for someone with a friend that can speak parseltongue"

She blushed, embarrassed that Tom had noticed her secret. "I-I didn't know you could do that" she stammered. He smiled reassuringly. "It's just a little thing, really. Most people can't understand us. But it's nice to know that you can. And I promise, I won't tell anyone else about your secret. It's our little secret, just between us." She nodded, feeling relieved.

The sounds of battle raged on around them, but for a moment, it seemed to fade into the background as they stood there, caught in their own thoughts. Y/n had found herself at the battle of Hogwarts. She was fighting with Tom, the evil side some would say, she glanced over at Tom, wondering how he was feeling about all of this. He looked determined, but also a bit nervous. She wished she knew what to say to make him feel better.

She never questioned is orders, it was her job being his right hand, to give her undying loyalty. She was to nod and going along with whatever he said, that's probably why she never agknawlage her growing feelings for him. Love or Obssesion?

As they fought, their wands twirling through the air with deadly precision, she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. She knew that they were fighting against the very people she had once considered her friends, her family. But she also knew that Tom was right; on some level and that there was something more going on here, something deeper and more sinister. She couldn't abandon him, not now, not ever.

Their duel came to an abrupt end when they both found themselves facing off against two members of the Order of the Phoenix. With a sigh, they lowered their wands, realizing that they had been so lost in their own thoughts that they hadn't noticed the others sneaking up on them. The two Order members looked surprised to see them fighting together, but quickly regained their composure and launched into a new attack.

As they fought side by side, Y/n couldn't help but marvel at Tom's skills. He moved with a grace and precision that belied his evil reputation. She felt a pang of admiration for him. He was more than just a snake-like villain; he was a complex individual with his own motivations and desires.

The battle raged on around them, the air thick with the smell of smoke and the sounds of spells being cast. Y/n ducked beneath a swirling Shield Charm, her eyes meeting Tom's. For a brief moment, she seemed to forget about the fight, lost in the intensity of their connection. Then, with a nod, they turned back to the battle at hand.

As the tide of the battle began to turn, Y/n found herself separated from Tom. She fought her way through the chaos, searching desperately for him. When she finally caught sight of his form, she rushed toward him, then came to an abrupt stop as soon as she saw Harry Potter standing opposite of him.

Harry and Tom exchange heated words, their wands dancing in the air with deadly precision. Y/n can't help but feel torn, as she watches them fight. On one hand, she knows that Tom is her friend and ally, but on the other hand, Harry is the Boy Who Lived, the one who defeated Voldemort once before.

The battle reaches its climax as they both launch a powerful spell at each other, their wands connecting with a bright flash of light. Y/n feels the heat radiate from the force of the impact, and she knows that this is the moment of truth. As they stand there, locked in combat, she can't help but notice the determination in Tom's eyes, the fire burning within him. It's a sight that she has never seen before, and it fills her with a strange mixture of awe and fear.

She doesn't know how much longer they can keep this up, but she knows that they can't afford to let their guard down for even a second. The world around them is falling apart, and they are the only ones who can stop it. Or at least, that's what she tells herself. She wonders if Tom feels the same way, if he too is fighting for something greater than just himself.

As they continue to duel, their bodies moving in perfect synchronicity, Y/n finds herself thinking about the night they first met. It seems like a lifetime ago now, when they were simply two students at Hogwarts, living their lives oblivious to the darkness that was about to engulf them. How different things might have been if they had never formed that friendship, if they hadn't found each other in the midst of all the chaos.

Their battle carries them across the grounds, their steps steady and measured despite the turmoil that rages around them. They dodge spells and counterattack with precise accuracy, never once taking their eyes off each other. Y/n knows that this is more than just a fight; it's a test of their loyalty, of their allegiance. And she isn't sure which side she truly belongs on. All she knows is that she can't lose Tom. Not now, not ever.

That's when she sees tom loosing, when harry is about to defeat him, she thinks about all the time they spent together, about their friendship and their love, and she can't bear the thought of him dying. In a split second decision, she decides to help him. She turns back into her snake form and lunges at harry, fangs out ready to strike.

She doesn't make it to him before a sword slices her form in half, sending her tumbling to the ground in a heap. Her eyes closed, her body still and limp. For a moment, it feels as though she's back in that classroom, trapped beneath the Invisibility Cloak as she listened to Tom's heartbeat, steady and strong. But this time, there's no escape. This time, she's truly on her own.

There's a scream that faintly sounds like Tom's and then she's greeted with Death himself.

In my perfect little world, Tom is still pretty. I'm going to start a tag list for different characters so tell me in the comments if you want to be a part of it.

[summerlovingbaby]

Sincerety

Remus found Y/N hiding out in the library, lost in the aisles of shelves, lost in between the pages of the book she was reading. Apparently, it was very thrilling because she would gasp occasionally and could hardly put it down. Remus had watched her before approaching, he hadn’t seen her in 4 days and they hadn’t spoken in a week and Remus felt horrible about it.

He didn’t mean for it to happen, they were studying alone in the common room, pouring over the pages of brittle pages of old books, searching for anything to help with James' parents who were ill and dying. Remus owed them his life so it was the least he could do. And Y/N knew what it was like to loose a parent, and would do anything to spare James that particular pain.

They often spent late nights together and had grown close, they seemed to talk in a language that only they could understand, and Y/N was the only one who could keep up with Remus intelligence wise, who wasn’t Lilly. He liked spending time with Lilly, but she was too candy coated for Remus to tolerate all the time.

That late night quickly sprailed into making out, how that started neither were quite sure, their hands just happened to brush under the low light of the fireplace and they seemed so unbelievably close to eachother it seemed only right to kiss. His lips were on hers and it all seemed right, and that quickly progressed into more.

They didn’t get carried away enough to stop, Remus had enough sense to pull the pair of them to his dorm. James was with Lilly and Sirus was in one of his moods and storming around the castle. Peter was with his girlfriend leaving their room empty. Before he knew it she was left alone in her underwear, and Remus had no shirt. 

His body seemed to fit perfectly in his, the curves of her hips seemed perfect for him to grab and hold and squeeze, and her lips seemed to be made for their neck. Remus fell asleep almost immedietly after with her in his arms and could have stayed like that forever. He woke up and she was gone, the only trace of her left was the sweater she was wearing that she must have not been able to find in the dark when she left, the browns and greens blended in with the ugly carpet of the floor.

She had avoided him since then, and he wanted nothing more than to see her. He missed his friend, and he wanted to talk about it. Lilly couldn’t know, and neither could James, the pair of them didn’t need anymore drama in their life. Peter was Peter and Remus knew he wouldn’t get it. He wanted to tell Sirus, but made the mistake of trusting him too many times, and was burned by his brightness too many times to not think himself a fool.

So he found her in the library, and waited in the isle was empty and she closed her book.

“ You’ve been avoiding me,” he said quietly, leaning on the bookcase.

Y/N stuttered a little bit before fumbling with a stack of books she collected, she jammed them into her bag and stood.

“ Bye Remus,” she whispered, brushing past him. He caught a wiff of her hair, and remembered how she smelled when their skin was close toeachother, and wanted nothing more than to hold her hand.

“ Can we talk?” he offered. “ We need to talk,” he said,” about what happened” he added, he kept adding on until he was interrupted by Y/N who looked vaguely ill.

“ Not here,” she said, peeking around, and though the library was empty there was a table of slyherins slyly watching them and the last thing either of them needed was relentless teasing.

Remus nodded and left the library, Y/N felt poised to follow him, through a series of complicated twist and turns through the hallway until they arrived at door of a room that Y/N had never seen before. It was a spare broom closest filled with random oddities, potion bottles, chalk, and rolls of parchement, a dozen stools lining against the wall.

Remus pulled two chairs to the center of the room and they both sat, she shrugged off her back pack and brought a knee to her chest and rested her knee on it. Remus opened his mouth to speak, then realized he had nothing to say so he closed it again. For a person who had such a love for words he found it strange how often words failed him.

“ I miss you,” she whispered, “ and right now I’m regretting what we did, not because we did it but because I miss my best friend.”

“ I miss you too,” he added. “ But I woke up and you were gone, and you’ve been avoiding me since.”

She looked at the ground, she had been unable to sort her feelings into something manageable so dealt with them by shoving them so deep down and hoping she would forget them. But everytime they saw each other passing in the hall or in the common room the feelings came flooding back.

“ You made me feel…” she waved her hands in the air, “ I got scarred,” she determined.

“ I scarred you?” he lifted a brow and crossed his arms. “ I’m sorry.”

“ No�� not like that,  I- you made me feel… I got scared of my feelings and the way my body reacted, and I don’t know, I just I’m sorry,” she said, “  I shouldn’t have left you must have felt horrible-”

“ I was just confused, I mean we- I woke up and you were gone, and you run away every time you see me and I just want to talk to you about it, but I don’t know if you wanted.. I mean I wanted to talk about it, but I wasn’t sure what to say, because I didn’t know how you feel,” he said.

“ Well how do you feel?”

“ I woke up and I was alone, I just feel alone,” he said sadly. He was slone most of his childhood, and then he came to school and made friends, but on breaks he would always go home and feel alone again. He didn’t have any parents, and James and Sirus were so uniquely close, Peter treated him with other disregard, and Y/N left him alone.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to abandon you.. I just… I don’t.” she frequently found herself unable to speak. Remus thought it was because she read too much and the words got jumbled in her head.

“ Take your time,” he said quietly.

She paused and chewed on her bottom lip trying to gather herself. She wanted to cry, but it felt stupid to cry for such a small reason. It felt wrong to cry infront of him when he had been through so much and he was only 17, she had no right to cry.

“ You mean something, so what we did meant something to me, and I guess I’ve been avoiding you because I was worried that it didn’t mean anything for you, and because it meant something to you, I don’t think just go back to being friends, but I can’t not be your friend, because you’re all I have.” she said, she still hadn’t looked at him, but her shoulders were shaking so he could tell she was crying.

He had only seen her cry once, it was was when she found out her parents died. For two days she was completely inconsolable and locked herself in her room refusing to speak or eat, or generally be functional, and it was the worst day of his life, because he felt so helpless, he lost his parents so young sometimes he forgot he even had them. For the longest time he only knew his father by a name, and even then it still hurt like hell when he missed his parents, and he knew how much Y/N loved her parents, they wrote together on a daily basis, so he could only imagine the grief she felt now that they were gone. And it was the worst day of Remus’s life, because he felt so horribly helpless to help her. He couldn’t bring her parents back. They never talked about it after, they still haven’t.

He sighed and tugged at the collar of his shirt which felt unbelievable tight. 

“ Of course it meant something, you mean something, I just don’t know what it means,”he said. It was true, she meant something to him, what exactly he wasn’t sure. Friends seemed to casual a word for it.

“ I haven’t loved anyone since my parents died, I think I forgot what it feels like to love someone, to be in love with someone, but I think I love you, and I avoid that feeling because if I love you because-” she paused remembering her parents.

She loved them dearly and when they died, she lied on the bathroom floor for 2 days wearing Remus’s sweater feeling awful, and the only thing she knew after that was she never wanted to feel like that again. She sniffled loudly and wiped at her eyes.

“ Y/N,” he whispered, “ I think… I could… I like that you love me,” he said, “ and I think that I love you, but I’m not sure because I’ve never loved anyone,” he said.

“ You do?” she asked, peaking up and finally looking at him, her eyes were red and puffy.

“ Yeah, it meant something to me, and I’m glad it meant something to you, because I don’t want to just stay friends with you, I want to be with you, I need you,” tears welled in his eyes, he hadn’t cried in years. Hadn’t found it necessary, but the thought of never talking to Y/N was horrible and he refused to let her go. “ Please, don’t leave me again,” he begged.

“ Remus, I won’t I promise,” she let herself cry fully and kicked her stool away and stood, crossing the room in two swift steps to envelop him in a hug. “ You mean something to me, you will never not mean anything to me,” she whispered in his ear.

Remus took in the scent of her hair, she smelled like spring and spring was everything that was good in the world. Spring was fresh, and pretty and full of air, and he liked it. She only pulled away when she realized how foolish she felt, she brought forearm up to her nose and wiped away the snot that accumulated there.

“ What are we?” she cautioned an ask.

Remus considered it for a moment, boyfriend and girlfriend seemed to casual a word for it, but what ever intense feelings that they had it was definitely more than friends.

“Can we just be together, I don’t want to get all caught up in semantics,” he said, being together was simple.

“ Does that mean we get to hold hands?” she asked quietly, her voice seemed so small, and she looked so sweet. Her face flushed red and her hair wild and unkept over her head. Remus hands drifted to her waist, and they seemed to fit there perfectly. Y/N didn’t seem to mind all that much, just chewed on her bottom lip cutely.

“ That means we can hold hands and kiss and-” he almost forgot what he did. That night that they kissed, that was his first kiss. There were other girls, quick hook ups in broom closets, stuff that was meaningless to him, girls who meant nothing. “ Was it good for you?” he asked.

Y/N nodded, it was good for her. It wasn’t the flowers and roses that she imagined, but Remus was sweet, he was kind and considerate.

“ Was it good for you?” she asked.

“ It was good,” he breathed and smiled, and for some reason it just felt right to brush the hair out of her face. 

“ It didn’t hurt?”

She shook her head quickly and Remus nodded and kissed her cheek.

2 days later

They walked hand in hand to the great hall, and sat down next to each other, pretending to not notice the stares from their friends. They noticed how the past week they avoided each other, so it was even more obvious that they always had to be touching each other.

They sat down, and Remus began loading a plate with sausage, eggs and toast, which was weird because Remus hated eggs, it all came together when he slid the plate of eggs in front of Y/N and she took her fork and poked at it.Y/N hardly ate, and Remus hated it, tried everything short of a feeding tube to make sure she ate. But he watched as she used her fork to cut the sausage link in half and eat it.

Sirius realized first, then kicked James in the shin to get his attention, James alerted Lilly who stared at them with both eyebrows lifted, she then gently elbowed Marlene in the stomach. Sirus smirked at the pair, he knew it was only a matter of time before they started carrying on. He awlays thought it would be later, they both seemed so keen on not getting attached.

Y/N couldn’t hide her embarrassment anymore and hid her face in Remus's shoulder, Remus looked at his friends across the table and sighed. Remus blinked expectantly, then the other side of the table erupted into questions. Y/N sat up and looked at them, holding up a singular finger.

“ One question, you each get one question and we never speak of this again.” she determined.

James eyes were darting between the pair, piecing together the story the best he could, until he pointed at Remus, then Y/N and blurted out the word, “ Thursday,” he said with intense determination and a loud finger snap.

Y/N shook her head begrudgingly, “ That is not a question, that is a day, we can both say days,” she said begrudgingly. Remus nodded behind her.

“ So you two?” Marlene asked pointing her finger between the pair. They both nodded in tandem. “ Did the thing?” Y/N rolled her eyes and Remus put his hands in his head.

“ Okay,” Sirius said leaning back and folding his arms over his chest with a wide smile, “ Finally I thought you two would never, glad you kissed and made up,” he said, stuffing his face with eggs, “ One question though,” he said, he winked at Remus. “ How big is it, I mean he has to be big, but he won’t tell me, so how big? Its big right?”

Y/N let her mouth fall open she stuttered a bit then looked at Remus who was looking bashfully at the floor. “ I’m not answering that,” she managed to get out.

Sirius held up his palms about 4 inches apart from each other, and moved them back and forth dramatically. Tired of his antics she stood reached across the table and pulled his hand a firm 7 inches apart/ Sirius stared at her hands and nodded impressively.

“ I love her,” he said, “ and were not labeling it yet, but we are together, so no jokes and no more questions,” he said.

[marauderseraconfessions]

I hate the name 'slyherin Skittles"

LIKE COME ON marauders as a friend group name is AWESOME *AND* its sounds very 'wizarding world' est.

The Skittles is such a modernized name especially since it's all made up of Purebloods like THEY NEED a cooler name.

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[lylakylie609]

Here we are fighting for our lives chapters 5 and 6

The sorting - chapter 5

September 1st, 1992

Once we got off of the boats, we walked into the castle. And the castle looked even better than I thought it did. I looked over at Ginny to see her smiling a huge smile.

Ginny saw me looking and, with tears in her eyes, said, "I'm the youngest of seven kids, and I have six older brothers. I thought they were lying about what this place looked like, but it's even better than I ever imagined."

I nodded in response, taking in the view of the castle. My parents had walked here once; they had seen this before; they met in this castle. I smiled, feeling them around me.

A woman walked over to us, and she had a scroll in her hands. She didn't look old, but she didn't look young, so I figured she was around 60.

"My name is Professor McGonagall; I am the transfiguration teacher here at Hogwarts; I am also the head of Gryfindor House. You will either be sourted into Gryfindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, or Ravenclaw. We are going to walk to the hall, and I will call out your name to be sorted," she said.

We walked into the great hall to see four long tables, each with tons of students sitting at them. I looked up to see amazing floating candles and an enchanted roof. When we stopped the sorting, it played this really weird song. Then McGonagall started calling out everyone's names.

"Colin Creevey!" McGonagall called; he was the only one I remember to get into hufflepuff.

Luna got sorted into Ravenclaw.

Ginny got sorted into Gryfindor just like the rest of her family.

Then McGonagall called, "Amalia Lupin Black!"

I heard numerous whispers behind me as I walked up, due to the long line of blacks and my father being the mad, raving lunatic Sirius Black. When I sat on the stool, McGonagall put the hat on my head. "Hmm, very interesting. A long line of Slytherin blood, and many characteristics of them, but also Gryfindor. I must go with my cloth with this one." The hat said into my head.

"Syltherin!" the hat called.

On My Way - Chapter 6

September 1st, 1992

I saw a table on the far left erupt with cheers. I stood up to walk over to them. While doing so, I heard whispers behind me; after all, I was a half-blood form to Gryfindor parents into slyherin, so I decided to block them out.

The only person at the slytherin table that I knew was Draco Malfoy. I decided to sit next to him because of how I grew up.

My dad wasn't able to take care of me after my other dad was put into Azkaban, and he trusted Narcissa Malfoy, but boy should he not have.

Narcissa sent me to the United States of America; she let me wonder on my own, but I never had any money, and I was banned from going to places with food. So I mostly just wondered around parks. Narcissa would come to the U.S. once a week and give me a small plate of food and a small water bottle; usually whenever she came, she'd start hitting me, but once a month, Draco Malfoy would come with her. 

Draco was my only friend growing up; every time he came, he would sneak more food to me and I wouldn't be hit. I always was excited for him to come by because of what he prevented, but the older I got, the less he came; it was probably a good thing though.

Draco gave me a smile when I sat down beside him. The rest of the students went by quicker, and then dumbledor gave a speech. I don't really remember what it was about; I just remember the name Serverus Snape; he is our head of house.

Once dinner ended, we were led by a seventh-year student to the dorms. Once I found mine, I met the three girls I would be sharing it with: Lena Corina, a girl with long blood hair and stunning brown eyes; Hannah Closteral, a girl with long black hair and dark green eyes; and Enid Fornter, a girl with short blue hair and dark hazel eyes. They seem pretty nice.. I thought to myself while putting all of my stuff away. The four of us quickly went to sleep, tired from our travels.

September 2nd, 1992

I awoke around six when the sun started to rise. I went into the washroom to take a hot shower and get ready for the day. Once I pulled on my uniform and grabbed all of my stuff, I said good morning to the girls and went down to breakfast. The heads of each house were passing out everyone's schedules for the year. After I got my food, Snape walked over and shacked my hand and said, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Lupin Black."

"You too," I responded. 

On Mondays I have potions and transfiguration. On Tuesdays, I have Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbyology, and History of Magic. On Wednesdays I have flying and charms. On Thursday I have astonomy and transfiguration. On Fridays I have Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

I looked at the time and decided that I should probably go to class so that I don't become late. So I put a smile on my face and went on my way.

[alternativeuniversess]

This 👇🏻

Ans this 👇🏻 are the same picture

Just a shy ginger and his spanish lover.

Artist Pixiv: Slyherin

[odetodreamers]

15 questions & 15 mutuals — tagged by @harmoon <3

1. are you named after anyone? nope, my mama had my middle name picked out first and wanted a pretty, yet modern name to go with it

2. when was the last time you cried? today while watching a movie haha

3. do you have kids? not yet!

4. do you use sarcasm a lot? when i’m with my family i certainly do, but not a lot in my daily life

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people? how their aura/presence makes me feel while being around them and the way in which they speak to me

6. what’s your eye color? my eyes are dark blue

7. scary movies or happy endings? happy endings, i always enjoy a little something that adds fuel to my heart

8. any special talents? hmmm, none that really come to mind at the moment

9. where were you born? in the united states

10. what are your hobbies? reading, journaling, making pinterest boards, playing my switch, collecting vinyls

11. have you any pets? yes, i have five cats and one dog back at my childhood home

12. what sports do you play/have you played? soccer, softball, basketball, and tennis

13. how tall are you? about 5’9”

14. favorite subject in school? composition, literature, etymology, english/language arts, poetry…basically all of the english courses one can study

15. dream job? if i had not gone into my current profession, i would have loved to have worked in a library as a librarian

tagging: @currahee @judescarden @r-walker @ladystrks @ncllcraines @winterflell @rorygilmoore @sylthrein @hightowres @chris-chambers @chcrryslurpee @slyherin @merlinaddams @qquicksllver @djiarin