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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 3 years ago

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The Magical Word of JKR

In this post, I want to point out all the inconsistencies of the world that JKR has created. Some of us had been worshiping her for so long. But JKR made mistakes, not only outside her world, but inside.

Owls for muggleborns. Sending a letter through an owl seems to be something common in The Wizarding World. But why do children with a muggle background need to go back in time and use them when they could use a phone? Why can't students use any muggle technology? I know wizards are anti muggle and magic does not allow these devices to function at Hogwarts, but why not?

Drunk portraits. How could portraits get drunk? Did artists paint vessels and digestive systems for them too? How can they bleed? They are portraits with voices and personality based on real people yeah. But they are not alive. They don’t bleed or get drunk.

The trace. Wizards under 17 aren’t supposed to do magic outside Hogwarts. But The Ministry doesn’t seem to control this by which wand did it. But by location. Since Dobby did magic in the Chamber of Secrets, and they blamed Harry for it. So, what happens with pureblood kids? They are allowed to use magic outside school because their families are supposed to, so they wouldn’t trace them. So it seems unfair for muggleborns not to be able to practice magic. Since they are the only members of their family that would do it.

Hogwarts being the only school. There is only one school in all Britain for magical people. Yet there seems to be very few students when there should be a lot. And it doesn’t make sense that Hogwarts is the only choice. Or Hogwarts, or homeschooling.

I don’t understand the population of Magical Folks. It seems little because most of the wizarding families are known. There are only 28 pureblood famous families. They even practise inbreeding, they are all related. But why is that, if the wizard gene is dominant? There are more half bloods and muggleborns than squibs. So the magical population should be as large as the muggle one, even more.

Hogwarts Houses are cool. But the way kids are sorted doesn’t make sense. They get sorted when they are eleven. Seems pretty young to me to form traits and criteria that might change as they grow. Also, let’s say 100 kids enter Hogwarts one year. They won’t be sorted equally 25/25/25/25. Because according to personalities and traits, there could be 60 Gryffindors and 10 Ravenclaws, and 4 Slyhterins, and 25 Hufflepuffs. What if one year, there are no Slytherins for example?

Also, sharing a dorm, common room and classes with people from your same house (same personality and traits) seems boring and unhealthy. Having friends with different personalities, traits and beliefs should help you grow and mature. Sometimes friendships are built between two opposite people. And separating houses, forces students to just hang out with people from their houses, not others.

Love potions. These are the wizarding equivalent of drugs. Think about it. Forcing someone to show love for you is very much like drugging someone and forcing them to do stuff against their will. Love potions can permit things like raping. Something that happened to Tom Sr. by Merope. It is horrible. Yet the wizarding world permits their selling and consumption without a problem. And what’s worse, they teach how to brew it in school to children! A potion like that shouldn’t be allowed or taught.

Azkaban being the only punishment. It seems whether you are a dangerous criminal like a mass murderer or just someone that stole something once, you get the same punishment. Azkaban. An inhumane place where dementors live, and make prisoners go insane, live their worst nightmares or suck their soul. Even characters who were under the imperius curse like Stanley Shunpike. Or even The Marauders would’ve gone to Azkaban if their animagus secret was discovered. No matter what your crime is, always the worst punishment: Azkaban.

Wizards hiding from muggles. The Statue of Secrecy in the Wizarding World seems to be important. But I may ask, how can wizards hide from muggles if they don’t know anything about them? Pureblood Wizards don’t have a clue how muggles live, behave, dress, talk. Not even Arthur Weasley who works in that Department. Yet they want to be unnoticed by muggles? For example, each time a wizard dresses like a muggle they do it wrong, using colorful clothes. Wouldn’t it be suspicious? Like even Vernon sees people in cloaks in book 1, celebrating. Also, if there are a lot of muggleborns, shouldn’t more muggles know about wizards?

It is totally inhumane to just obliviate muggles each time they see something. That spell should have some consequences in their brains. Like for example, Hermione’s parents must’ve had mayhem after their minds were modified.

Memories in pensieves are not supposed to be accurate. Memories are from our point of view. From the perspective of people who lived that memory. When Harry sees Snape’s memories or Bob Ogden’s memories, they seem to be clear. Harry can see Bob and Snape in those memories when they should be seen through their eyes, they are their memories. How could Snape remember himself, see himself. You get my point? Also, memories are subjective, not objective. We remember what impacted us the most, we forget about details we don’t care about. There are feelings involved.

Not having another education after Hogwarts. You graduate from Hogwarts at eighteen. Eighteen! And you're supposed to have figured out what you want to do for the rest of your life. Why aren’t there Wizard Universities? Wizards only have 7 years of education and that’s all. Nothing before, nothing after (unless you’re muggleborn). Seems that the wizard community doesn’t care about education that much. With only seven years of education, are you suddenly prepared for the rest of your life? I don’t think so.

Adding to the last point, wizards only teach about magic. What about math, wouldn’t they need it to count their money, or take care of their finances? What about English, spelling, grammar? Not every kid had the privilege to be homeschooled by their parents before. What about Sex Ed? I think it is important for teens that age to be careful with their sex lives.

Quidditch being the only sport in the wizarding world. Quidditch is cool, I get it. But it is not for everyone. Seems that if you want to be a sports person in the wizarding world, you only have that option. Either you like Quidditch or nothing.Shouldn’t there be other sports? In the muggle world we have tons: football, basquet, tennis, swimming, running, etc.

Love protection is not common. Lily sacrificed herself for Harry. She died for him and that love protection saved his life. Why is Harry the only one to experience it? Is it because of the prophecy? I mean Lily is not the only one who has sacrificed herself for love. Not in the story, not in History. Then why aren’t there more people with lighting scars walking around?

Why don’t wizards cure things with magic like eyesight? They have a potion that grows bones back. But they cannot cure Harry’s eyesight? And don’t say that it is because eyes are connected to the soul, that’s a lame excuse. In the muggle world, eyesight can be cured with surgery.

Hogwarts Express. Yeah, we all wanted to ride the train to Hogwarts. It is part of the experience right? But what if you live in Scotland already? Why bother traveling to London to King Cross Station to take a train if you already live there? It seems like a waste of time. Is there a provided transport for kids who live in Scotland? What about those who don't live in London? What if Scotland is nearer to them than King Cross?

Ghosts. They shouldn’t exist. It is not very well explained how you become a ghost. But it doesn’t make sense that they exist and yet many characters died and didn’t become one.

Discrimination against magical creatures. We know how magical creatures are seen in the Wizarding World. Discrimination exists. But the problem is that Jkr never does anything to fix this.Not with werewolves, not with half giants, surely not with house-elves. The only issue that the war solved was the discrimination against muggleborns.

And house-elves liking their slavery is problematic. It is saying that slavery is right as long as the victim accepts it. She created S.P.E.W and never properly addressed the issue.

The Forbidden Forest is dangerous, yet students have detention there. Dumbledore says at the beginning of each year that the Forest is out of bounds. So why would you send students to detention there, Dumbles? Also, building a school near a forest full of dangerous beasts: werewolves, acromantulas, centaurs, seems kind of risky for children. Not every child obeys the rules. Look at the Marauders spending every full moon there.

How did Hagrid come to be? Hagrid is half giant. Meaning that his father is human, his mother is a giant… Ehemm… Excuse me, but how do you have sex with a giant? That’s physically impossible. How does Hagrid exist?

Male veelas? We are only introduced to female veelas in the Wizarding World. Veelas are these beautiful women that men feel attracted to, they seem in trance by their beauty, and they are not responsible for their actions. It seems to me that JKR is saying that men should not be accountable for their actions when they see a pretty girl, because it is her fault? Pretty feminist, JKR. Also, veelas are dangerous creatures. How do humans procreate with them and have half veelas or a quarter of a veela? Are there male veelas too?

Teachers not having spouses or kids. It is a stupid stereotype that teachers are sad non social people, who are only teaching because they don’t have a choice. Like they are allowed to have social lives, date, get married and have children, right? Name one Hogwarts teacher who is married with kids. They all seem pretty single. And I get it, being single is not a bad thing. But all of them being single just because they are teachers in a boarding school? Just because it was convenient to the author? Only McGonagall married once, but her husband died a few years after.

Abusive teachers. Speaking of teachers, why would Hogwarts allow incompetent teachers that are abusive (Snape), and or are dangerous for kids. None DADA teacher had teaching experience before. And since there is no further education than Hogwarts, how do teachers get prepared for the job? Teaching is not about knowing a lot of stuff about the subject, but knowing how to treat children.

Muggle vs Wizard music. What is the difference between muggle and wizard music? I never understood that. Is it the fact that wizards play music with magic? If so, why would instruments exist? Why would they play instruments? If anyone can make a spell to produce music, then anyone can be a musician. The only difference that I find is that wizard music has wizard related lyrics. Which is a stupid difference. Wizards could write songs about muggles. Muggles could write songs about wizards.

Secret Keeper. The Fidelius Charm should be a spell to hide yourself from others if you are in danger. Period. There shouldn’t be such a thing as a secret keeper. Why? Why would someone else need to know the place you are hiding? James and Lily shouldn’t have trusted anyone with their location. Not even Sirius. Not even someone they trusted, because Sirius or anyone could’ve died and passed the secret to the others. Like, it doesn’t make any sense. And also, how could Bill and Arthur be their own secret keepers but not James and Lily?

Magical therapists. Healers seem to cure physical maladies or illness pretty fine, but what about mental health? And I am not talking about mental problems because of magic. Like Frank, Alice, Lockheart whose minds were affected by spells. I’m talking about mental illnesses such as depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder, adhd, ptsd, trauma etc. Don’t tell me wizards don’t suffer that. What about Remus, Sirius, Harry? Who treats these things in the wizarding world?

Time Turner. Only exists for the plot. Otherwise it is useless, stupid and confusing. Time traveling confuses the mind. Also, we don’t exactly know how it works. Is it a domino effect? Do the things you do back in time affect the present? They should. Or does it create different timelines, like it is said in Cursed Child? Also, why not use time turners for important situations? For example, save important people from dying, go back to check events of a crime and see if they are true.

Veritaserum. Wizards have a truth potion and they won’t use it. They should use it on trials to take the truth out of criminals, to see if the accusants are innocent or not. They should’ve used it on each member of the Order to find out who the spy was. They should’ve used it to discover who was the Slytherin heir when the Chamber was opened. They should’ve used it on Harry when he came back from the Graveyard to prove Voldemort was back. Why would that shit exist anyway?

Incest families. Pureblood families, or at least some of them are supposed to practise inbreeding. But if you look at the Black Family Tree, the only Black-Black marriage is between Orion and Walburga. Just one. And even if this was the case, shouldn’t this inbreeding have consequences? I don’t know if it’s the magical gene or what but The Blacks and Malfoys seem pretty fine.

If you know more and you want to add them, feel free to do so. This is a critique to improve this word and fandom ourselves. Even JKR's world is cool and wonderful, it is full of flaws that we need to speak about.

#harry potter fandom #harry potter #wizarding world #jkr is a bad writer #anti jkr #anti snape #wizards #hogwarts #quidditch #maraudersera fandom #muggles #wizards vs muggles

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gallifrey1sburning · 4 years ago

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Horrifying headcanon: Peter Pettigrew

It’s never made much sense to me that Peter Pettigrew willingly gave the Potters up to Voldemort.

The Marauders were CLOSE. They were family. James, Sirius, and Peter became Animagi to help Remus. Sirius moved in with the Potters to get away from his toxic relatives. These weren’t “we had some classes together” friends, these were “I would literally die for you” friends. And that had to have included Peter.

James Potter was an arrogant guy. We know this. We know that he liked how cool Peter thought he was. But James wasn’t a STUPID guy. If he’d only liked Peter because of the flattery, he might have humored him in school for the ego boost, but he wouldn’t have let him be part of his inner circle. Especially post-graduation.

Because in the midst of a war, do you really think that James Potter would have put the safety of his family in the hands of someone he didn’t KNOW he could trust unconditionally? We know there were suspicions that there was a spy, and that’s why the Potters changed secret keepers. And when it came time to make that choice, Sirius and James and Lily all trusted Peter more than they trusted Remus. That’s an immense amount of faith to have in someone.

So you have to wonder: what could have happened to Peter Pettigrew that would cause him to turn on them without them ever having a clue? We might never have seen him be a hero, but he was brave and loyal enough at heart to be sorted Gryffindor, where he found a group of friends that were Ron/Hermione/Harry levels of close. We don’t hear about them having any huge fallings out or anything. And he wasn’t a blood purist, or he wouldn’t have been friends with Remus or Lily. Yet, as far as we know, he wasn’t actively recruited by Voldemort. At some point, he CHOSE to go. Why?

Let’s remember, for a minute, what we know of Tom Riddle:

In the fourth book, we know he managed to get information out of Bertha Jorkins despite it having been so thoroughly erased from her mind that it had permanently damaged her memory.

In the fifth book, we learn that he’s a powerful legilimens.

And finally, in the sixth book, when Dumbledore is showing Harry bits of memory to trace the origins of the Horcruxes, we learn about two interesting cases. In one, a house elf admits to—and has memories of—accidentally poisoning her mistress. In another, a man admits to—and has memories of—murdering three Muggles in a big house up on a hill. But neither of those things really happened.

So. What if, one day, Peter Pettigrew ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time? Snape knew how close he was to key members of the Order, so other Death Eaters definitely would have. What if someone took him to Voldemort, hoping he could get useful information out of him?

What if they got far more than they could ever have hoped for?

What if the answer to “what could have made Peter Pettigrew turn on his friends?” is:

Nothing. He never would, and he never did.

But no one ever knew that. Including him.

#peter pettigrew #harry potter marauders #marauders #james potter #sirius black #Remus Lupin #I’m sorry/you’re welcome?

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k-s-morgan · 3 years ago

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What He Grows to Be: Snippet 8

This snippet differs from others a bit because it's concerned with a specific arc more than with Tom and Harry. But that's why I picked it as without context and spoilers, strictly Harry-and-Tom scenes might start looking repetitive :D

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Tom woke up in an excellent mood, the lines from Harry’s letter still dancing fresh in his memory. For a while, he stayed in his bed, mouthing them and enjoying the rush of pleasure doing so gave him. When he finally got up, he was met with tense faces of Lestrange, Black, and Mulciber. They were sitting on their beds silently, seemingly waiting for him to awake.

“What happened?” Tom asked sharply. His first irrational thought was that Harry got hurt, but rationality kicked in before panic spread, reminding him of how impossible the notion was. Even in the unlikely event that something happened, he’d be the first to feel it — in every sense of this word.

No one said anything. Instead, Lestrange gave him a newspaper. He looked so enraged that Tom was surprised he managed to stay silent.

The first thing he saw was a huge title with shaky letters: “The Heir of Slytherin — Or Is He?”

His heart twitched uncomfortably. Pursing his lips in preparation for what might be coming, Tom skimmed through the article.

Tom Slytherin is undoubtedly a rising star in the Wizarding Britain. His views are finding support among all kinds of wizards and witches, and that’s because he managed to occupy a middle ground between old pureblood ancestry and progressive pro-Muggle-born attitudes. An heir of Salazar Slytherin who believes in equality irrespective of one’s blood status; a prodigy in dark arts who became a vanquisher of the Dark Lord. Now he’s about to join the Ministry by taking a position that was crafted specifically for him. But is he really who he says he is?

Few of you know that Tom Slytherin was previously known as Tom Riddle. A half-blood himself, it’s barely surprising that he chose to appeal to both purebloods and Muggle-borns in his agenda to take power. His talks about equality and his claims that people grossly misinterpreted Salazar Slytherin’s beliefs are certainly inspiring, but are they true? Or is Tom Riddle a liar?

He can speak with snakes, that much is certain. It means that at least at some point, Tom Riddle’s bloodline was mixed with that of Salazar Slytherin. However, this alone does not give him the right to call himself his heir and even more, make statements about what Slytherin wanted and which ideals he supported. As reliable historical sources indicate, Slytherin built a Chamber of Secrets somewhere in Hogwarts for his heir to unseal. The question is, if Tom Riddle is indeed his heir, why hasn’t he done so yet? Where is the Chamber of Secrets and is the boy even aware of its existence? He told us that his knowledge about Slytherin’s true aims came from the unique books he has in his possession. Ignoring the fact that no one has ever seen these books personally, do they not mention anything about the Chamber? It doesn’t seem likely. In fact, it seems downright impossible. And if Tom Riddle lied about Slytherin’s beliefs to increase his popularity among the population, what else has he lied about?

No one has witnessed his alleged victory over Grindelwald. When asked to share his memories about it through the Pensieve, Tom Riddle refused. An anonymous source close to him confessed that the boy is highly manipulative and prone to exaggerations. He is indirectly linked to the murders of Charlus Potter and a Muggle woman who lived in his neighbourhood. So is he a hero? Or is he an impostor with delusions of grandeur who deceives everyone and ruthlessly disposes of people who do not support him?

One lie leads to another, and before you know it, Wizarding Britain will be ruled by a new Dark Lord who tricked us all by his alleged vague connection with Salazar Slytherin. Before giving him power, we have to find who he really is and what he is hiding.

“Dumbledore,” Tom said. His voice was toneless, but rage was trembling under his skin, trying to pour outside through his magic. “He’s behind this article.”

“Are you sure?” Mulciber frowned. “Why would he do this? He should be thrilled that his precious Muggle-borns are finally being treated with respect. All interviews you’ve given paint you as their supporter, so why would he—”

“Because he doesn’t trust Tom,” Lestrange snapped. He was pacing now, his face agitated. “The bastard always hated him — all of us. I just didn’t think his hatred would be stronger than his own hopes for equality.”

“Neither did I,” Tom replied distantly. His eyes went back to the article.

He’d been going out of his way to meet Harry’s ideals and shape his political aims around them. In many ways, Dumbledore’s ideals matched Harry’s. Mulciber was right, he should have been pleased to see them promoted. But Lestrange also had a point — Dumbledore’s reservations happened to be stronger. He must believe that Tom was playing a long-term game, and that as soon as he got the real power, he would reveal his true goals. Whatever Dumbledore imagined them to be, it must have been terrible enough to make him step up and try to tarnish Tom’s reputation.

“Is it true, though?” Black asked. Tom slowly looked up at him just as Lestrange whirled around in outrage.

“How can you even—” he started, but Black interrupted him.

“We never saw those books. We never really discussed the Chamber of Secrets. Do you know where it is, Tom?”

“I’ve visited it once,” Tom replied. He wasn’t lying — he saw the Chamber of Secrets in Harry’s memories. The only problem was that he had no idea how to enter it because Harry hadn’t trusted him with this information.

“You have?” Lestrange exclaimed. His ridiculously eager eyes lit up. “So you do know where it is!”

Mulciber began to grin. Black alone remained unmoved, watching him with furrowed brows.

Perhaps he sensed it was half-truth and was trying to understand what it could possibly mean. Black was smart, probably smarter than Lestrange and Mulciber combined — smarter than Tom had ever given him credit for. And right now, this was the last thing he needed. To have even his closest circle doubt him… just because Dumbledore felt threatened and wanted to be petty…

His rage darkened, turning into something vicious and vindictive. A hundred of possible counter-plans shot up in his mind, but they all crashed against one simple truth.

He had no clue where the Chamber of Secrets was. And now that the idea was planted in people’s heads, they would not let it go. He’d have to prove he knew its location or have everyone doubt him.

If Harry could just tell him…

No. He wasn’t going to bother Harry with it. What they had was more significant than any rumours or doubts that would circulate around him. Tom would rather be known as a liar and an impostor than risk stretching the trust he and Harry had been building all this time. If Harry wanted, he would tell him, but he wasn’t going to ask or rely on this possibility.

He’d have to find the Chamber by himself and make Dumbledore choke on his ‘anonymous’ testimony.

#my fics #tomarry

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 3 years ago

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What do you think of Tom Riddle/McGonagall?

You reminded me this is even a thing, anon, well done.

I can't say I have any thoughts on it. But I guess let's dive in and see what we can find.

Canon?

No.

Tom Riddle and Minerva McGonagall did go to school in the same time period (well, before CoG retconned McGonagall to be several years older), so in theory it's possible.

However, I think it's unlikely.

McGonagall might have liked Tom. He's prefect then head boy, charming, handsome, and generally well liked by the student population. I imagine a lot of people had a crush on Tom.

Minerva's also not as held down by anti-muggleborn sentiment and classism as some of her peers. She doesn't really get muggles, but at least as an adult is very pro-muggleborn and it doesn't seem like she had a large change of heart sometime between her schooling and when we see her in canon.

She's pureblood, and her parents might have balked at her seriously dating a boy with the last name Riddle, but a school fling could happen.

It's also likely that anti-Slytherin sentiment wasn't nearly as bad as it was in canon. Sure, it's typically home to the likes of Abraxas Malfoy, but being Slytherin doesn't make you evil.

The trouble comes in a few places.

1) I imagine that Tom kept everyone at an arm's distance.

He's a guy with a lot of acquaintances, but 0 friends. McGonagall's not the type to casually date, she'd want an actual relationship, which means Tom is not interested.

2) Tom in his later years of Hogwarts was having a mental breakdown

Between opening the chamber, closing the chamber, framing Hagrid, murdering his uncle, OWLs, NEWTs, prefect, and head boy, Tom's swamped. He doesn't have time for a girlfriend who expects anything from him.

3) McGonagall might be nice but she's still a pureblood

We see it in canon, McGonagall every once in a while drops these disparaging lines about muggles. Every pureblood does, Ron does it quite a bit too.

Even though Tom's no great fan of muggles necessarily I imagine that would really piss him off. McGonagall's never even seen a muggle in real life and here she is pretending that she knows how perfectly dreadful it is that London's getting bombed and that the imminent invasion of Nazis has absolutely nothing to do with her.

4) Tom's a romantic

I imagine Tom has 0 interest in casually dating or dating period. It's go big or go home, either this is real, true, love or he's not going to bother.

I imagine a fling with McGonagall in school, that he has no interest in further pursuing, just wouldn't interest him.

5) We see no hint of it in canon

McGonagall, thanks to Dumbledore, likely knows who Tom Riddle is (I forget if she's said as much, it's been a long time). She has enough clues to piece it together at least thanks to the diary incident in Harry's second year.

True, Dumbledore could have kept that under wraps and Ginny may never have told McGonagall exactly what happened. So it's possible she didn't know.

However, all that said, we see no hint that McGonagall or Riddle were anything more than acquaintances. It's never mentioned that McGonagall and he dated, McGonagall never mentions as much herself or even talks about the guy.

And true, Dumbledore could have decided that this would just complicate things for Harry during the pensieve lessons, and McGonagall might not know what Tom Riddle became, Tom wouldn't bring it up because he doesn't want people to know he's a guy named Tom, but it's a pretty glaring thing to leave out if it had happened.

Harry had enough pieces that, had it happened, he probably would have found out about it. He didn't though, which leads me to believe it never happened, or if it did then it was so casual and short it was basically meaningless.

But What About Not Canon?

I could see it happening, though caveat, on a very casual level.

Minerva asks Tom out, Tom says, "What the hell?" and says yes, and they break up in three months after Tom never went on any dates with her, never took her anywhere, and forgot both her birthday and Christmas.

I don't see it on any level being serious.

Tom wants Tom Riddle to disappear, he's very committed to this, and as a result he's not going to pursue anything serious.

I also just don't see any serious chemistry between them. Minerva's smart, driven, amiable, likes quidditch but I don't think Tom would see any of that as all that interesting to him. She's a face in the crowd and no one of huge importance.

As for Tom, he's distant, overly polite to add to that distance, cold and melancholic, and likely a very forgetful boyfriend who is an utter drag at quidditch matches. He looks great from a distance, but once you get up close there's a whole lot of baggage that a teenage Minerva wouldn't be interested in.

I just really can't see the chemistry. At all.

How Have I Seen it in Fandom?

Fandom typically makes this pairing, from the bits I've seen of it, sort of Tomione 2.0 (without the time travel and a thicker Scottish accent).

Which makes Minerva not really Minerva, but more Hermione in a hat with a Scottish mustache.

Though that said, I haven't actually read many of these fics so I'm hardly the expert. You'd have to tell me.

TL;DR

Unlikely in canon, unlikely to have ever been anything remotely serious or long lasting, I see 0 chemistry, and fics around are usually knock-off Tomione.

#harry potter #harry potter meta #harry potter headcanon #harry potter shipping #minerva mcgonagall #tom riddle #tom/minerva #anti tom/minerva #shipping #meta #headcanon #opinion

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tommydarlings · 4 years ago

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She's a maniac | t.h

A/N: Finally it's here!!! Like I already said, when you can't read stuff like that, then please don't even try it!!! It could be really 'dangerous' for your mental health! Btw, I do not 'support' any of these serialkiller's! I just really love the topic! I hope you like this one as much as I do, anyway, enjoy! :) ily,liz <3

pairing: serialkiller!reader x Tom holland

warnings: swearing, talking about serialkiller stuff?, talking about murdering, talking about other serialkiller's, nearly sex? brief mention of necrophilia

w/c: 3.9k

Requests: CLOSED

Summary: Tom and his family are watching a live footage of the most dangerous women on earth, it's disgusting what you've did, but does he fall in love with you anyway? Well, yeah.

masterlist || taglist || requests ( in my masterlist)

"Tom, darling can I turn the TV on?" Nikki asked as she sat on Tom's couch. "Yeah, of course mom" he answered before Nikki turned his TV on. Dominic and the twins came out of the kitchen with a big bowl full of popcorn and sat down next to Nikki. "Are you guys coming?" Dominic asked from the living room while he looked at the kitchen. "Yes, we're coming dad!" paddy answers right before he and Tom came into the living room and sat down. "Any movie recommendations?" Sam asked his family. They all shook their head before Harry said,

"Isn't there any good stuff on the TV" the redhead said quietly. Nikki zapped through the channel until she stopped at one. "What's that?" Tom asked as he looked at the screen that just showed a room with two chairs and one table in it. It kinda looked like a live footage. "Um… what is it called?" paddy asked after a while. They all shrugged while Tom took the remote and spoke up,

"It's just called 'the most dangerous woman on earth - y/n y/ln" they all looked at each other with confusion written on everyone's faces. "Maybe the title does have nothing to do with the show? serie?, I don't know" Dominic said after a while. Suddenly, a police officer came into the room and spoke up,

"Test, test, is the camera on?" he said while he looked at the camera in the corner of the room. So it is live. They all though. After a few seconds, the officer nodded and sat down onto one of the chairs. Suddenly someone opened the door and two police officers walked in with a woman in an inmate suit and handcuffs around her wrists. The police officers sat her down in the other chair and left the room.

"Do you know her?" paddy asked quietly. They all shook their heads and went ahead with staring at the TV without any clue about who this woman was. Who you were. They all watched you with curious eyes.

"So dear miss y/l/n, could you please explain to me what you have done?" you let a tiny but at the same time wicked laugh before you answered his question,

"Do you want me to answer that question in detail?" you said. The officer shook his head and told you to go ahead telling him just the most important things about what you have done. "Well, in total I killed six men" you told him with a shrug. "What else have you done miss y/l/n" you smile before you said,

"I followed them, I seduced them, I killed them, not more"

"Not more? Well these pictures tell me otherwise" the police officer said before he opened a file and took six pictures out of it. He put them infront of you and you looked at them for a few seconds before the police officer spoke up again.

"Would give me the honor and explain every single picture to me please?" the men asked teasingly. You shrugged before you accepted it and started to explain.

"Men number one, Andy Richardson, he was an alcoholic, a stupid little motherfucker, I seduced him and then I hit him a few times with a crowbar on his head before I buried him in the woods" you smiled. "Men number two, Nicholas brown, he was an abusive dad and husband, one of the worst, I slid his throat and let him drown in his blood, just like he deserves it, then I took his body and laid it in his bathtub so it looked like suicide" and so on and on and on, with every single men got the police officers mind just more and more disturbed while he imagined all these things the man had to go trough.

"Did you had any sexuall activities with the corpses afterwards?" the police officer asked you. You laughed before you leaned forward and answered quietly,

"I'm honest officer, no, I didn't had any, not with a single man but I had my own little playroom, not the same like Christian Grey, but in my playroom, the men screamed, cried and begged too" and then you leaned even more forward and whispered,

"Just like in Christian Grey's, and it was so much fun" you whispered with the biggest smirk ever.

"This girl is sick" Nikki said while she shook her head desperately. "She has to go to a therapist quickly" Harry said after a few seconds of silence. They all agreed except for one person. Tom. He was so whipped. He thought that y/n was gorgeous and just breathtaking. But at the same time he felt extremely bad for thinking of her in that kind of way. She is a fucking serialkiller, she killed six men with her own hands. That is so disturbing and sick.

Suddenly you stood up and walked around in the small room. "What are you doing miss y/l/n?" the officer asked. You shrugged before you answered. "I'm just walking around, is that a crime?"

"No, but what you did to these men is a crime"

"But probably a good one"

"What exactly do you mean with that miss?"

"This case is probably the best you ever had, right? You don't have to answer officer, I know that my case is the best that you ever had and that I'm basically your biggest trophy on the shelf. I'm your career break" you smiled widely. "How-how do you know that?" the officer asked while the fear started to rise in him. You laughed quietly, almost like the devil in person.

"I studied this topic a lot, you know, serialkiller, crimes, murder, I studied all of this for years, so believe me when I tell you that I know much more about every single case and every single crime that was ever committed in the history of serialkiller's than you ever could" you said loudly and proud. He shook his head slowly before you laughed nervously and looked at you,

"I don't think so miss-" but you interrupted him immediately,

"You know officer, I maybe was really bad at school, like reallyyyyy bad, but when you believe that you know more about that topic that I basically live for, then think again mister, do not underestimate the things that I could do and especially the things that I know about the topic of serialkiller's, because I'm pretty sure that we both know by now that I have much more knowledge in that topic than you could even dream of" you told him smugly. The officer was shooked. He was frozen, he couldn't even look at you right now. He was fucking scared-

"I could hang there one day, haha" you said while you laughed and painted at the wall where pictures from other seriakiller were hanging. He looked at you with confusion on his face before he answered,

"But first of all we have to take a picture of your face-"

"No, no, no, not a picture of me, my head, my head could hang there one day you know? Haha, that would look so funny, my pale face hanging on the wall while blood is dripping down my throat and my eyes wide open while I stare at you. Ever. Single. Day" you said while you still stared at the wall with an amused smile on your face.

"O-okay, i-I have a few questions now" he said quietly. "Go on sir"

"favorite Serialkiller?"

"Ted bundy" you answered immediately.

"Why?" he asked while he looked at you. "He was a fucking genius, he was like the second jack the ripper the only problem was that he got caught, he was basically my inspiration and my role model. I loved him" the officer just sighed and went on,

"A Serialkiller you don't like?"

"Charles menson, he was a pussy, he just hired people to do the shitty job for him"

"When and how did Ted bundy got executed?"

"On January the 24th 1989 by the electric chair, easy" you laughed.

"What kind of murderer was Jeffrey Dahmer?"

"A cannibal" you answered smugly.

"Who was John Wayne gacy?"

"He was pogo the killer clown"

"okay, what is necrophilia?"

"Having sexuell intercours with a corpse"

"Who is Richard ramirez?"

"The night Stalker"

"What is the quickest way to kill somebody?"

"Either you shot him directly in the head, between his eyes or you slid his throat with a beautiful. sharp. knife" you whispered.

"Why did you dismember your victims?"

"Because it's fun, it's calming and even though it's a mess, in my way it's a beautiful and hot mess"

"So you think that killing and dismember man is a beautiful and hot mess"

"Torturing" you answered quickly.

"What?" the officer asked.

"Torturing. You forget that. You said 'killing and dismember' but I tortured them too, and that was even more fun" you laughed quietly. The police officer nodded while he though about the awful things you have done with your own hands.

"You are disgusted" you said quickly while you looked him deep in the eyes. "What?"

"You are disgusted from the things that I have done aren't you?" you asked with a grin. "How-how do you-"

"Like I said, I know everything, you can't beat me in that topic, bundy was a fucking genius, ramirez was not that bad either, Dahmer was maybe even better than him but I'm, I'm the fucking goddess" you answered with the biggest smirk the police officer ever saw. He was really terrified to death now. He shouldn't be, but he was. "Do you have a family? Do you have kids?" you added.

"Yes, yes I do have two kids" you hummed quietly before you spoke up,

"We serialkiller's are your husbands, we're your son's, and your children are gonna be dead by tomorrow" you whispered without any emotion in your face. And that was the moment were everyone realized that you are cold. "I know that Ted bundy said that he is the most cold hearted son of a bitch you've ever met, but believe me when I tell you that I'm more cold hearted than he could ever be" you whispered.

"I know that there's an age difference, but budy and you would have been the prefect couple" he answered. You laughed loudly. "But when wouldn't have lasted long" he raised his eyebrow. "Why?"

You slowly leaned forward before you answered,

"Because I would have chopped his dick off and took his eyes out and then I would slowly and maybe even gently cut his throat until he drowns in his own blood" you said quietly. Everyone was shooked and terrified to death. The police officer and everyone infront of the TV right now.

"What is your family thinking about you?" this question surprised you. You didn't expected it all.

"They haven't contacted me yet" you said while you looked at the wall behind him.

He just nodded and wrote something in your file.

"This girl is a fucking maniac" Sam said while he stared at the TV with wide eyes.

"I think I'm gonna throw up" Paddy said quietly.

"Yeah, sick bitch" Harry agreed with his brother. "I'm not sure if I'm able to sleep alone tonight" paddy said with pure seriousness in his voice. Nikki looked at him and hugged him tightly before she spoke up,

"Don't worry my love, she's never going to come near us, I promise" she told her son while Dominic nodded his head, agreeing with his wife.

"Tom, are you okay?" Harry asked his big brother. Tom snapped out of his daydreaming zone and answered quickly,

"Yeah, yeah of course" he said. "It's disturbing, I know, unbelievable that women like her are even allowed to sit in this room, she didn't even deserved that" Sam told his family, but Tom couldn't even focus. He was so stunned by your beauty, what is bullshit because he definitely shouldn't, is he doing it anyway? Is he daydreaming right now how your lips would feel on his lips? How your hands would feel on his biceps or how your hands would feel when he would hold you tight-

"Tom?!" Dominic yelled. "What?!" he yelled back. He quickly apologized before his father said,

"We're going now, okay?" Tom nodded quickly and gave them all a quick goodbye before he went to bed. Still thinking about her. "Fuuuuck" he whispered to himself while he laid in bed and rubbed his hands over his face. "Fuck it" he said before he grabbed his phone and searched her up on Google. "Holy shit" he whispered as he saw what else she had done to these men."They didn't even discuss half of what she had done in the live footage" he said quietly to himself while he stared at his phone screen, reading all the awful things that you had done to these men. He was terrified but at the same time was he… fine with it? He couldn't give a fuck anymore, he just wanted to go to sleep now, when that's even possible now. He's gonna start filming spiderman 3 soon so he has to wake up early tomorrow. Let's wish him luck.

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"Tom!, Hey holland!" Jack yelled from his trailer on set. They were currently back on set, filming Spiderman 3. Tom walked to Jack's trailer and said,

"Yeah, what's up Jack?"

"I actually want you meet someone, one of my closest friends, actually she's my best friend" Tom looked at him curiously. "I thought that I was your best friend" he said sarcastically. Jack just laughed before he answered,

"You are Tommy, but she is my best friend too" Jack said. "And who is she? Do I already know her?" he asked him. Jack scratched the back of his neck nervously. "Well, yes, you probably know her but you never met he personally"

"Why are you so nervous all of a sudden?" Tom asked Jack with a little laugh. Jack shrugged and answered quickly,

"I'm not nervous, it's just that I'm a little bit scared" he admitted quietly. Tom looked at him with confusion all over his face. "Why?"

"Well, she's… special?" jack answered nervously. Tom just nodded with his head before he answered,

"She can't be that bad jack, c'mon"

"Okay, but you have to promise me to not freak out and run away"

"O-okay?" Tom answered but it sounded more like an unsure question. "How about we meet up all together? Like zendaya, Jacob, you and me? At her house?"

"Yeah, that's fine with me" Tom answered before he got called on set again to gon on with filming. After a few hours of filming, Tom went to Jack, Jacob and zendaya. "So is that okay for you guys?" Jack asked the group. "So, you pick us up at about 2 p.m?" zendaya asked Jack. He nodded quickly before Tom spoke up,

"As long as she's no Serialkiller or something like that, then it's fine with me" he laughed loudly while Zendaya and Jacob joined him. Jack remained silent.

Oh, if they would only know…

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"When are we here?" Jacob asked from the backseat. Tom sat in the passenger seat while Jacob and zendaya sat in the backseat. "Soon, in about 10 minutes we should be here" Jack answered. They all groaned but then nodded with their heads.

"What is her name?" zendaya suddenly asked. Jack opened his mouth but he couldn't get a single word out. "Are you okay mate?" Tom asked his best friend. Jack nodded quickly before he answered zendaya's question. "It's uh, uhm… y/n?" he told her but it sounded more like a question. "Are you nervous? It's just a name jack you can chill dude" Jacob told him with a tiny laugh. "Yeah, you're right" Jack said. "Can you just please promise me that you won't run away? Or cry? Or yell at me or at her? Please, I beg you" Jack added. "Again Jack, why should we be scared?" Tom asked him. "I just-I don't know okay? You will see" Jack said quietly. They all looked at each other curiously before they all fixated their eyes on the road again.

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"Finally" Tom said while he stepped out of the car quickly. "Wow, the house is really pretty" Zendaya said. Jacob nodded with his head slowly before jack spoke up,

"You ready?" he asked the group. "Yes Jack c'mon" Jacob answered quickly with a laugh. Jack scratched the back of his neck again. Something that he's doing when he's nervous. Jack knocked at the door three times before a women opnend it.

It was you. Y/n y/l/n. The most dangerous women on earth and one of the biggest serialkiller in history.

You smiled at Jack before you said,

"Jacki my darling, finally you're here, who are they?" you asked while you hugged Jack and looked at the three of them. They all remained silent and just stared at you like you were some kind of alien.

So obviously everyone knows who you are.

They all obviously knew who you were because of the little footage. That by the way kinda went viral. Since that day, everyone knows and fears you. Especially men. So that's the reason why you are obviously single, who would have thought?

"Come in, come in, please" you said happily. They all stared at you and then quickly at jack for a moment before they entered your house. "Do you guys want something to drink?" you asked them all while they sat down on your couch. They shook their head slowly before Jacob whispered into Tom's ear,

"I-isn't that t-the-"

"Yes it is Jacob and now you better shut up before she may kills us" Tom whispered back at his friend while he stared at your figure standing in the kitchen. "Don't you want to introduce your friends to me jack?" you asked him. He nodded quickly. "That's zendaya, she play's mj in spiderman, that's Jacob, he play's ned, the best friend of Peter Parker, and that is Tom, Peter Parker himself"

"Nice to meet you all" you told them while you shook their hands. But as you shook Tom's hands, you felt something, something in your stomach.

Butterflies.

And he felt it too.

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Currently you were in the shower, just enjoying how the warm water ghosts over skin. Suddenly the shower curtain opens and a naked Tom steps in. "Well hello handsome" you told your boyfriend. "Hello darling" he told you as he stood behind you and wrapped his hands around your waist. He buried his face in the back of your neck and whispered,

"I love you darling"

"I love you too Tommy" you told him while you turned around and gave him a gentle kiss on his lips. "I'm so nervous" you admitted after a few seconds of just staring into each other's eyes. "You don't have to be my love, my family is gonna accept and love you, maybe it's gonna take some time but they will appreciate you I promise"

"But you told me that you watched my footage Thomas, they heard what I said, they saw the way I acted! They are either going to act like they love me or they are going to be scared of me the entire time!" you told your boyfriend while you laid your head on his wet chest."But I know that you've changed baby, I know it. I know that your a better person now and that you will never do something like that ever again okay?" he said. You picked your head up and looked him deep in the eyes before he grabbed your legs and picked you up and leaned you against the shower wall." I love you so much, thank you" you told him while you put both of your hands on his cheeks. "I love you even more babygirl" he said before you slowly started to make out.

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Tom knocked on his family's door quickly before his mom opened. "Hey son, how are you my dear!" she asked him while they hugged. "I'm good thanks mom" everyone hugged Tom as he came through the door before Dominic spoke up,

"So, where is the lucky girl you want us to meet?" he asked with a tiny grin. "Yeah mate, where's she?" Harry added. "She is a little bit shy okay? So please be 'gentle' with her okay?" he told his family. They all nodded before they heard a voice,

"Tom, can I come?" you asked from the front door. "Did we already met her?" Sam asked. "Yeah, I don't know either, her voice sounds so familiar" Harry added. Tom just laughed nervously before he said,

"Just please be gentle and kind okay?" they all nodded curiously before Tom told you to come in and there you stood. Infront of your boyfriend's family. They exactly knew who you were and what you did. They were frozen, they were still but at the same time were they terrified.

"Hey, my n-name I-is y/n, y/n y/l/n" you slowly said while Tom put his arm around your waist.

"O-oh m-my God" Nikki whispered with fear in her voice.

"Tom, what, do y-you even k-know who s-she-?" Harry stuttered.

"Yes, yes I know who she is, she is y/n y/l/n, my lovely girlfriend" he answered proudly with a smile.

"Thomas are you crazy-"

Suddenly, paddy went to you and extended his hand in your way,

"Hello y/n, you're really pretty, my name is paddy" he told you. He knew who you were, but he saw you and knew that you won't be trouble. He believed in you.

"Hello paddy, the pleasure is all mine" you told him while you shook his hand.

"Calm down guys, please, she changed okay?" Tom told his family.

"You don't know that Thomas" Nikki stated quietly while she looked you in the eyes. You honestly felt kinda guilty. "I love him" you suddenly blurted out of nowhere. "What?" Dominic asked you. "I love your son and I'm gonna prove it to you that I'm a good person, I know what I did in the past but like Tom already said, I've changed and I love him so please give me a chance" you asked them. They all looked at you before harry spoke up,

"You know what, yes, I believe in you too just like paddy so" he stepped forward and hugged you quickly before he said,

"Welcome to the family"

You couldn't be happier.

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"Darling where are you?" Tom yelled from the bedroom. You were just about to go to sleep but you had other plans. "Coming!" Suddenly you came through the bedroom door with a beautiful but at the same time extremely sexy lingerie in red. Tom's favorite color on you.

"Oh lord have mercy with me" Tom mumble quietly to himself while he looked at you but you heard it loud and clear. You giggled quietly before you made your way to Tom and sat down onto his lap. He put both of his on your ass and looked at your breasts. "My eyes are up here Holland" you said. "Sorry, you just look so… tasty" he said before he leaned in and kissed you passionately. After a few kisses, you leaned in to whisper in his ear,

"Fuck me daddy"

He laughed wickedly before he whispered into your ear,

"Oh kitten, I'm going to fucking destroy you, now your going to be the one that is crying begging and screaming"

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halothenthehorns · 3 years ago

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All in the Family

Chapter 143: The House of Guant

They were once again plunged into utter darkness. The sounds of pots and furniture breaking had nothing on the rank smell of unclean rising to all of their noses. Peter squealed in genuine fright upon something slithering across his face as the others lit their wand in time to see the tail of a snake vanishing into a filthy armchair. James had landed dangerously close to a curdling fire, the smoke still in his face making him cough terribly.

The walls were a gray, dirty stone. There was a boiling pot on a grimy stove in the corner Sirius tipped over, the very air hanging in here made them all wish desperately to be anywhere else at once.

Alice summoned the book to her to get started on that.

"Gaunt eh?" Sirius asked in complete disgust for the house still, though something tickled the name in his memories he'd tried to repress. "Hey Reg, help me out, why do I know that?" Surely he could still talk to the kid without being hated further.

"Morfin Gaunt, tenth branch, line died out with him," he repeated on autopilot.

"Right, thanks," he grumbled, no clue why he'd asked, it helped nothing to make this feel better.

"What's Harry doing here?" James demanded, taking careful steps across the room to be back by Sirius, wand held at the ready for every disgusting pile he passed. "Can't be Dumbledore's lesson to bring him here, what's the point?"

"I suppose there's only one way to find out," Alice sighed as she reluctantly turned back to the book.

Remus came out of one of the rooms with such a look of disgust on his face nobody wanted to ask what he'd found in there. Lily came out of the other soaking wet by her own wand she stowed away, like she'd actively tried to rinse this place from her before they even left.

Everyone but the girls continued laughing enthusiastically about Harry's little cheat sheet of a potions book, until Alice leaned up and whispered in Frank's ear and he stopped abruptly with an annoyed frown. The others didn't pay it much mind, shifting around impatiently to find out what the point of being here was even if they gave the place more life than this dung hill likely ever had as they continued whispering about getting their hands on that in their own time to breeze through their OWLs.

Lily bit her lip hard to stop herself falling to the filthy floor for laughing at that. The idea had never occurred to her she would ever want to help the Marauders, but the idea of inventing that Wolfsbane potion herself was still heavily on her mind and she wished now more than ever she had her own copy on her to take notes in. The tempting idea to inform them they were currently muttering about wanting Severus's help even in proxy was just a bit of a bonus she'd privately enjoy.

Regulus' smile slipped a notch though when he heard of some of the oddly specific spells being addressed in the margins of this book. He'd told Lily the truth, he did not hang out with Snape nor really know what they got up to on a regular basis, mostly he just hung around in his room alone looking at the excellent view and doing his homework, reading, or exploring the castle alone, if not on an errand. Even if he did turn a rather blind eye and ear most times to not hear what they were laughing about too in ignorance, what little he had heard made him wish there was an attic at Hogwarts.

Some of those spells though, he'd swear he recognized them coming from Snape himself, who often spent his times writing in a potion book. He shared his ideas with Mulciber and Avery all the time, and they often taught others if they were satisfied with Snape's new ideas.

He watched Evans for a few moments and felt his suspicion all but confirmed when she kept watching the book as if it were personally hitting her in the face. He didn't want to risk missing a word of what Dumbledore said though, and if Evans wasn't telling them he wasn't going to do it for her, so kept his mouth shut.

Alice did indeed have all attention as Harry arrived for Dumbledore's lesson, and explained what exactly Harry was going to be doing with him this year.

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!" Sirius groaned loudly when Dumbledore made to put the first memory in like that was all the explanation needed. "Hearing of his past, are you kidding me? Who the hell cares what he did before he started murdering people for fun?" He could personally speak from experience he wanted no part in someone looking into his past, Harry doing that to them had been awful enough, he couldn't imagine the value of doing so for anyone else, even Voldemort.

"I think it's brilliant," Lily said to him stiffly. "How else are they supposed to learn about their enemy, clearly whatever method everybody else is using isn't working."

Sirius retaliated with grace, but there was a smile on his face as he began hotly going back and forth. Lily even began to relax as well as she shot back for everything he said.

Watching Sirius and Lily's argument escalating, Peter and Remus kept glancing significantly at James like they expected him to step in. He, however, was merely examining his fingers with far too much fascination.

Remus finally cleared his throat awkwardly and asked, "ah, Prongs, you going to...do something about that?"

"Nah," James shrugged without concern, "neither's even pulled their wand out yet, let them sort themselves out."

It was honestly just a nice refresher to James she wasn't yelling at him for once, and Sirius even seemed to be enjoying himself. Considering how well he'd just done not starting a fight, and only guiltily realized out in that shop he'd done it for him again, this felt like old hat! Finally some kind of balance, if Sirius needed to get it out of his system this was probably the best way to do it, neither held any real heat in their argument. She gave some pretty witty retorts, and he was almost curious to see how many different ones she could lob at him before someone gave in.

Instead Prongs pulled Remus back a step and whispered quietly to him, "hey mate, everything okay with you two?"

Remus flushed in the dull lighting and tried not to shift around like a twit, maybe Sirius hadn't spooked off Prongs as well as he thought. "Fine, nothing new to speak of."

"Uhhu," James muttered, clearly unamused. "Look, whatever you two keep going off to do, you're starting to annoy him Remus. I don't know if it was the love potion thing or something else, but could you cut him some slack?" Sirius hadn't been saying anything outright, but ever since he'd come back from the garden he could tell something had sprung up between the two that was bothering them that hadn't been there this whole time. As if they needed another mess to be dealing with!

Remus bit his lip and fought the urge to tell James to stay out of it before reminding himself there was no 'it.' This was his mess and he did need to deal. "Right, sorry," he apologized, thinking ironically James wouldn't blink next time he dragged Sirius off for the opposite reason of why they normally did as he promised in his head to fix this once and for all.

Alice finally cleared her throat to stop the two, watching in a vague sort of amusement as she asked, "regardless of our opinions, can I please get to it? This place isn't getting any more cheerful."

Sirius gave a long, exaggerated sigh and turned in surprise to see James and Remus muttering something, both instantly stopping when they realized the same. "Am I interrupting?" He grinned. "Do you two need some alone time?"

"You think Evans would fall into my arms if I swept Moony off his feet first?" James happily teased back. "She's obviously his favorite."

Remus made his eyes go as widely innocent as possible. "Yes, I'm so sure the multiple attempted murders has just warmed her right up to me."

"Worked on me didn't it?" Sirius smirked.

"You're too easy to please," Remus shot back.

Peter snorted from across the room and James didn't bother to hide his laughter.

Alice was smirking just a bit too when she giggled at Lily, "that wasn't at all what I thought you meant when you said you'd start talking to them."

Lily huffed a bit of hair out of her face and chose not to respond, not exactly wanting to admit how good it had felt to get a little fire out of her system, and Sirius had happily returned.

She finally turned back to the book though and began describing the memory in vivid detail. They all startled in surprise to find themselves back in Little Hangleton, and Remus was first to the door trying to open it in hopes they'd be free of at least this smell.

Blessedly, they were stepping into such a tall, dark grove of trees the bright sun shining down hardly hurt their eyes through the foliage. The snake nailed to the door swung and the house was no more pleasant to view on the outside, but at least it didn't smell as much out here!

The idea being offered that they could make a trip to the haunted mansion in the distance or the graveyard appealed to no one.

Alice sighed in relief to catch her breath out here and sat down in the grass to keep going, but Lily started wandering around in true curiosity what this place had to do with Voldemort. It certainly seemed his type, and now it turned out Tom Riddle's mansion was indeed in the distance, so the connection had a clear line being drawn.

"Oh, horses!" She shouted gaily.

Only Remus went to the edges of the trees to see her delighted shouts as the two grazed in boredom with no clear riders in their saddles.

"They shouldn't be dangerous, look like normal ones, if you want to have a closer look," Remus said off hand, still watching closely. This didn't exactly seem like the kind of house for illegal breeding, ironically, but he still watched carefully just in case.

She needed no further invitation and walked cautiously but openly towards them. Neither creature gave a care to her approach, they were clearly well trained and tamed as she started stroking one's glossy chestnut neck and listening with the first hints of sorrow to leave the house behind her as the gray began nosing her curiously for sweets.

It was completely disgusting to both brothers to realize the line had likely died out because the sister had seemingly refused to have her brother's child, but hardly better she had Voldemort as an offspring instead. Possibly enacting her death from this deranged Marvolo fellow. It was a damn miracle their own parents hadn't managed anymore kids, like a sister for one of them.

Their skin crawled, Regulus retreated farther into the shadows, and fought the urge to purge all pureblood lineage from his mind as his brother had clearly done at such an insight, and Sirius bit his tongue hard to stop the obnoxious comment of asking Moony if he'd be happier if Sirius had been a girl.

They'd known Tom Riddle was only a half-blood thanks to his memory back in the second book, but they'd never have expected to get such details as both of his parents being shown like this though.

When the memory was done and Dumbledore gave his explanation, they all looked around wearily one last time at the beautiful country side, cozy village down in the distance, stately manor hiding the graveyard beyond, and hovel in the bright sun. Who ever would have guessed the destruction of their world could start from such a place.

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kolbisneat · 4 years ago

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MONTHLY MEDIA: February 2021

Whoa I know it’s exactly 4 weeks but February just flew by! Here’s how I spent those chilly days.

……….FILM……….

Barb and Star Go To Vista Del Mar (2021) Silly and sincere and just...a lot of fun. There is so much happening at all times that you’re bound to enjoy at least half of it. Maybe 2/3rds. Mileage will vary but watch the teaser trailer. Does that look like a movie you’d enjoy? If “yes” then go watch it.

Freaky (2020) Fun! And a couple solid laughs. If you’ve seen Happy Death Day then it’s similar in tone but I admit I think I liked that better than this. It delivers on the premise but almost feels like it has a tiny fourth act that...doesn’t really fit. Not bad, overall.

The Kid Detective (2020) Highly recommend. A good dark comedy with a wild third act and overall just a good time at the movies. I’m not sure if a trailer gives too much away so just picture Adam Brody as a washed up kid detective trying to solve a murder case.

Logan Lucky (2017) Pretty solid! It kinda drags after the heist (oh yeah, it’s a heist film...love it) but other than that it’s really rather fun! Worth checking out.

……….TELEVISION……….

WandaVision (Episode 1.01 to 1.08) While it’s starting to slot into the overall Marvel formula, I really appreciate that the superhero stuff is dabbling in weirder stuff. Between the illusion scene in Spider-Man 2 to this, I’m really rather hopeful that the movies will get more colourful and wacky and ever closer to the aesthetics of Speed Racer (also go watch Speed Racer).

The Bachelor (Episode 25.05 to 25.08) What. A. Mess. I mean I of course follow all the drama outside of the series and it really feels like 1 step forward highlighting the 2 steps back happening in tandem. Sure, Matt is bland and I really just want more of the goofy stuff that they show at the end of the episode, but those complaints are overshadowed by a really irresponsible casting and production that brings in super problematic contestants. It’s a bummer. But I DO think I’m winning my fantasy league!

The Night Manager (Episode 1.01 to 1.04) Far less night managing than I expected, but what we ARE getting is a really solid spy mini series. Also I always think Tom Hiddleston is like...average to average-tall actor height (maybe 6 feet?) but he absolutely towers over most of the cast! It’s wild. Also a good show.

Crime Scene: The Vanishing at the Cecil Hotel (Episode 1.01 to 1.04) The first three episodes had me a little worried for how much they relied on youtubers and a community that feels...rather exploitative of a really tragic situation, but the end kinda redeems itself. I don’t think it holds them as accountable for the damage they’ve done and the problems they caused, but that’s just me.

……….READING……….

Magic for Liars by Sarah Gailey (Complete) As a character study, it’s really really great. I wish I hadn’t read focusing on the murder mystery component because that side is...fine. I was looking for clues and misdirects and it was too late when I’d realized that was not the type of book I was reading. I won’t spoil anything. Instead I’ll suggest it as a good book to check out if you want to read about a very human detective working in a world that is not her own. In that, i wholly recommend.

Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir (Page 203 of 453) Gosh I’m loving this so far! The lead character is so fun to read and the whole premise (okay...1 necromancer and 1 swordsperson from 8 communities come together to sort out who will rule over them all in a techno gothic haunted mansion) is bonkers but grounded and it’s a really good time. There’s so much chemistry between each character and lots of skeleton minions so I really don’t know how else to sell this book.

House of X / Powers of X by Jonathan Hickman, Pepe Larraz, R.B. Silva, and Marte Gracia (Complete) Really great ideas and as I don’t read a lot of X-men, it feels like two things are crucial to every big story: conflict with humans and time travel/time jump stuff. When I finished reading it I admit I wondered “is that it?” as it really feels like an unfinished story...more like a setup to bigger things. Turns out that’s exactly what it is and now there are a million books to check out. So I don’t love that. I’d still recommend this and will likely go back to it, but just know that it leaves a lot of threads dangling.

Dragon Ball 3-in-1 Vol. 3 by Akira Toriyama (Complete) This is a series I’m rereading during the pandemic and a few things stand out: I love that you can see Goku aging in the comics, the Red Ribbon Army is blaaaaaaand (but the underwater cave stuff is fun), and I LOVE the old crone/fight the universal monsters storyline. So basically this volume is 50% fine and 50% fantastic.

……….AUDIO……….

Calypso by Harry Belafonte (1956) You know that viral video of the happy trotting dog? Well since then I’ve been listening to Harry Belafonte and...more hits than misses!

……….GAMING……….

Hades (Supergiant Games) Alright I’ve made it out of hell...3 times? Not enough to really share with any pride but I’m still knee-deep in this game. Fun and perfect for a few minutes or a couple hours and hot dang I love Greek mythology.

Neverland: A Fantasy Role-Playing Setting (Andrews McMeel Publishing) The adventurers have been doing some mining and are now on their way to exchange their haul for a fallen star! Also the longer recap is on Reddit and is full of spoilers and more TTRPG details.

And that’s it! See you in March.

#Monthly Media #Kolbisneat #Andrew kolb

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antihero-writings · 4 years ago

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The Boy with the Unspeakable Name (Ch6)

Fandom: Harry Potter (and the Chamber or Secrets)

Fic Summary: Tom Riddle may have won his battle with Harry in the Chamber of Secrets, but there were a few unforeseen consequences; loss of Tom's memory being the most obnoxious of them. Is it possible to stop Tom's past from becoming his future? Or is the young Tom Riddle doomed to repeat his mistakes?

Chapter Summary: The interrogation scene

(I'll put the links to chapters 1, 2, 3, 4 & 5 in a reblog!! I also have a version of this fic with all the chapters in one place!!)

Notes: My apologies for the delay!! I was working super hard on a couple projects with deadlines, and I didn't really have the chance for a break. I tried to get back to it as fast as I could once those projects were done!! I hope you're still interested in reading, even so <3

In addition to other things occupying my time, this chapter itself wasn't easy; for some reason, for a good while I had no clue what I'd do for the interrogation scene, add to that to the fact that I picked a very difficult perspective to write for here and it wasn't the easiest XD I hope I ultimately did a good job, and that you guys enjoy it!!

Comments are always extremely appreciated!! And do let me know if you'd like me to add you to a tag list for this fic!!

Chapter 6:

Snape didn’t think his day would go like this.

One must keep a sense of preparedness about them, still, he didn’t think it remiss for not expecting a day that started with Neville handing him a bottle of goop that would be poison in a better context, would middle with the message that the Chamber of Secrets had opened and a student would be killed, and end with Potter standing in his office with Veritaserum conducting his tongue, telling him said student was dead, and the Dark Lord was back, but without memory, and in the body of his sixteen-year-old self.

And said day wasn’t even over yet.

They still had an interrogation to enact—(which would be a lot harder with the aformentioned truth-serumed Potter…and a lot easier with a mute Potter)—to make sure the missing-memory-claim was unequivocal fact.

He was about to walk into McGonagall’s office to see a sixteen-year-old Dark Lord. And he was expected and required to act like the boy was an ordinary student—(though the boy himself probably already knew he wasn’t).

The person most feared in the wizarding world, who’d killed so many he lost count.

Not the least of which was—

It wouldn’t be a problem.

There was a spiteful look in Potter’s green eyes as they ventured through the halls.

The silencing charm was proving enjoyable in addition to practical...But the small pleasure he gained from Potter’s plight had a fly’s life span.

As they approached the door to the office, his grip tightened around the truth serum in his hand. From a glance out of the corner of his eye he saw Potter had a similar tenseness about him.

He hated this boy, no question…but he’d be a monster if that story didn’t incite some form of empathy in him.

—(In another time there was another redhead lying dead on the floor Halloween, killed by the same person. Empathy wasn’t a choice.)—

They opened the door, and the sound was like a conversation being snapped in half.

“We’re not interrupting, I presume?” Snape’s voice carried across the room—(sure they very much were)—calm as if Dumbledore really was speaking to an ordinary student.

He let his eyes flick from Dumbledore to the boy in the chair in front of him, who had turned to them.

Annoyance may have flared in Potter’s eyes, but this boy bought his annoyance from an entirely different factory, one where they manufactured all sorts of other, far more gruesome emotions.

The eyes were brown, and human, but they were an echo—(What’s an echo before the real thing sings off the cliff edge?)—of the red ones he’d later possess. Red sitting behind the brown, like adult teeth in the skull behind the baby’s, ready to force the childhood out bloody, for something worthless as a couple coins.

“Thank you for coming, Severus.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he sneered as he stepped to Dumbledore’s side to face the boy once more.

He knew he’d be young, but a hex wasn’t entirely out of the question. Seeing this, this thing that once murdered thousands without blinking, this thing that shrieked the words of death with a high, cold voice over countless muggles and muggle sympathizers, and whose eyes held no form of remorse, or sympathy …sitting before him, young and handsome and perhaps even human—

His left arm itched.

“Well, unless anyone can offer a viable reason to continue dilly dallying, I suggest we begin.” Dumbledore spoke pleasantly.

Snape glided over to the boy—whose voice was level as he asked;

“What are you doing?”

Snape held up the truth serum.

“Do you have any idea what this is?”

The boy’s eyes flicked from the bottle to Snape wordlessly. Odds are it physically pained him to admit he didn’t know something.

A smirk tugged at Snape’s lip.

“Wonderful.

“And I don’t suppose you’ll drink it willingly, if we were to ask you to?”

The boy’s eyes lidded; You must be joking.

“Even better.”

He flicked his wand and ropes bound the boy to the chair.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

“Well if you won’t drink it willingly, then we’ll just have to make sure you do so unwillingly.

“Open wide.” A said like a dentist, that smirk marking his features as he grabbed his chin and forced his mouth open, like offering King Claudius the poison.

“Try not to enjoy this too much, Severus.” Dumbledore cautioned.

The boy started to protest, but the sound was drowned out by the potion pouring into his mouth—which Snape quickly cast a spell to keep him from spitting it out.

When he swallowed Snape cast the counters to each of the curses binding him and glided back around the desk.

The boy wiped his mouth, gaze throwing daggers at him. “Is this how you treat all your guests?”

“Only our favorites.”

“What happened in the Chamber of Secrets?” Dumbledore asked, his voice commanding, but never losing its calm.

“What happened in the where?” Tom demanded, not altogether politely.

“The Chamber that you woke up in earlier.” Dumbledore continued, still pleasant. “Would you mind filling us in the details of what happened there?”

“I don’t have to—” He was probably about to say ‘tell you anything’ but quickly found himself rather inexplicably compelled to do just that.

He detailed his waking up in the Chamber without memory to see Potter crying over the dead Ginny, about how they exchanged words, how they got out…nothing that would betray the idea that he had lost his memory.

“Thank you for telling us that.” Dumbledore replied simply—though something flickered behind his eyes when he spoke of the girl. Potter fidgeted in the back of the room, and likely would have asked why he had to stay if he could. “Are you certain you remember nothing prior to that?”

“I told you I don’t remember anything! What did you do to me?!”

“You mean you don’t usually feel overly compelled to tell the truth?” Snape examined his nails.

“No.” His eyes were lidded.

“Oh? If you don’t remember who you are, how would you know?”

“Does anyone feel overly compelled to tell the truth? Seriously, who are you people?!”

“We already told you,” Dumbledore intonated. “I am the headmaster of this school, a school for witchcraft and wizardry. The oddly silent Harry,”—He gestured to the boy standing mutely at the back of the room—“is a student at this school, and Severus Snape here is a professor.”

“I have a hard time believing teachers would strap a student to a chair and force a truth potion down their throat!”

“We are wizard teachers. That means, at times, our methods can be a little…unorthodox. Tom”—The name made him flinch—“we merely want to discern if you truly are without memory. You may remember more than even you yourself are aware of—and more than simple questioning would illuminate. There are few other ways to discern this efficiently. Personally I would have attempted a bit more explanation and persuasion before resorting to tying you down.”—He shot a glance at Snape—“But…though it may not seem that way, we are trying to help you.”

“I don’t think Severus”—Snape flinched at his name even more visibly than Tom had—“is particularly inclined to help me.”

Snape was seconds from doing something either very stupid, or very smart, but Dumbledore stood, his voice with a bite to it.

“Professor Snape is not particularly fond of you, that’s true.”

"Oh yeah?” He raised an eyebrow at Snape.

“Hmm…I would like to phrase this delicately…” Dumbledore continued. “In your time here, you could be a bit of a…a bully. This is of course why Harry here isn’t particularly fond of you either. He has been subject to your bullying on more occasions than one. Isn’t that right, Harry?”

Potter froze, as if surprised they asked him a question, then nodded.

“So what you really mean is that you are trying to help me, and these two are here to watch me suffer your ‘help’?”

“I did not intend my ‘help’ to cause you suffering. I apologize that it has. And just because you were not a particularly kind individual in the past doesn’t mean others are unwilling or undesirous to help you. That is what it means to be kind.”

Snape’s eyes met Harry’s, and he was particularly glad the boy’s overly truthful lips were sealed shut at that moment.

“Let’s get back to the questions shall we? Do you have any memory at all attached to your own name?”

“Excuse me?”

“Your name. Names are very powerful. You mentioned you did not know it until Harry mentioned it to you. Does hearing it arouse any particular memories or feelings in you?”

“Memories, no. Feelings…”

“Yes?”

“Hatred.” Tom froze, eyes wide, and his hand flew to his mouth—the first real reaction they’d seen from him.

Despite his particular distaste for divulging the truth, he hadn’t said anything too incriminating yet. This was clearly one of those things he thought would grant him power if it stayed inside.

“You feel hatred at the sound of your name? I see. Do you feel this hatred hearing anyone else’s names?”

“Yours.” He said into his hand. “His.” He threw his thumb over his shoulder, gripping his mouth.

“Wonderful.”

His hand came back down into his lap. “Wonderful?”

“Well, not wonderful that you hate the sound of all our names, I don’t imagine that’s very pleasant. But this is helpful information. And this hatred does not come with any concrete memories?”

“No. Why do I hate—?”

“I imagine it’s because you were not overly fond of us either.”

“Why didn’t I like you?”

“Because we were two particularly large roadblocks in your path of bullying.”

He paused. “…Why did I bully you?”

“Troubled home life, perhaps? You may find it difficult to believe, but you did not divulge the contents of your personal life to us. But I imagine you were dealing with quite a bit of internal strife to take it out on your fellow students. I do hope you will choose a different path in this new life you have been given, so to speak.”

The boy tapped his fingers on the armrest. “…What are you going to tell my family?”

“Your family?” His eyebrows raised. “About what?”

“About the fact that I don’t remember them.” He said like Dumbledore was stupid for not knowing.

“Oh, well, in that sense you are both particularly lucky, and particularly unlucky, in that your family is dead.”

“Dead?”

“Dead.”

The boy paused, his gaze falling to the ground as he thought. “So where is my home?"

"Of that I am not aware. I think, perhaps, Hogwarts was more home to you than anywhere else."

"...Where will I go, then?”

“Go?”

“When I’m not at this school. You yourself said you might not let me back. Where else can I go?”

“That’s what we will have to discuss over the next few days.”

A look of surprise crossed Potter’s face, as if he hadn’t realized the sixteen-year-old dark lord would be any sort of permanent fixture.

To tell the truth the thought was rather jarring, but Snape hadn’t ruled out disposing of him just yet.

"What about my friends?" the boy asked.

There was a small indication of surprise in Dumbledore's eyes at the question, but it faded quickly as he answered. "It pains me to inform you that—to my knowledge at least—you did not have any."

His eyebrow raised. "None?"

"None of whom I'm aware."

The boy looked down at his hands in his lap, as if pondering.

"Does that sadden you?" Dumbledore asked softly.

"No." The answer was cold and immediate...but apparently not truthful, as a moment later he barked the word "Yes," followed by an annoyed groan. Another pause. "...I don't know that 'sad' is the right word."

Dumbledore nodded. "Such a potion cannot always help one discern the truth of their emotions, that is, if they do not know them themselves.

“Severus, do you have any more questions?” Dumbledore’s gaze ticked to Snape, a meaningful glint in his eyes. Snape gave a small nod in return.

“You are completely certain you don’t remember anything prior to a few hours ago?”

Imperceptibly, Snape flicked his wand at his side.

“Why do I keep having to repeating myself?! I—”

Scenes flashed before Snape’s eyes. A darkened chamber, a tattered diary, a sword, a phoenix, a boy crying, a dead girl, red hair like flames on the stones—

“What the hell was that?!” Tom demanded immediately, shooting up. “What did you do to me?!”

“To what are you referring?” Dumbledore asked.

“That—That—Those visions! What was that?!” His eyes darted venomously between Dumbledore and Snape. “You’re looking through my memories, aren’t you?!”

“Merely a side effect of the potion.” Dumbledore answered as if they were having a conversation over afternoon tea. “Nothing to worry about. Please, proceed.”

“I said I don’t remember anything!” He spat.

Snape tried again, and again the same scenes that they had already described flashed by.

After exiting the memory, the boy’s eyes were wild and fiery, continually darting between the two of them, and Snape swore he saw something red there.

“Is that all the information you need?! Can I go now?!” He spun to storm out of the room before they gave an answer.

Another flick of Snape’s wrist, and the boy was lifted into the air by his ankle.

“Class has not been dismissed, Tom.”

Emotion rushed across the boy’s face; horror, rage, humiliation, and Snape reveled in it.

“You said yourself;” Snape stepped closer, and his voice softened into a taunting whisper, “where would you go? Would you wander the halls like a lost, little boy without his mommy?”

Tom’s eyes flashed once more, and he squirmed against the spell, and it almost seemed, for a second, like he’d hit Snape.

Another flick, behind his back this time, and this time he concentrated very hard at breaking past the scene only an hour earlier.

It was as if he hit a wall in the boy’s mind. Snape never thought of people’s minds as books to be perused by any passerby, but the harder he tried to break through, the more the boy’s mind looked like the ripped pages of a book too old to hold itself together. Like walking into a dream where the dreamer stopped imagining the world, so reality just…tapered off. The world in his mind, ripped, hazy, rotted and congealed.

“Would you stop that?!”

“That concludes my questions.” Snape pocketed his wand and turned to Dumbledore.

“What about you, Harry?” Dumbledore asked gently. “Anything to ask?”

Potter glanced between the two of them, surprised his opinion was of any worth in this situation—(and, if he was frank, Snape wasn’t altogether sure it was).

“I think you’ll find Potter is disinclined to speak for the next few moments.” He tried not to smirk.

Dumbledore looked over his half-moon spectacles at him.

“Will you Let. Me. Down?!”

Another flick, and the boy fell to the ground on his head and in a mess of limbs.

“You could’ve been gentler!” He sat up, rubbing the back of his neck.

So could you.

Notes Cont.:

As I said, Snape is a rather difficult perspective to write for, and I’m still not entirely sure I did a great job with him... I would have used Tom’s perspective and reveled in his horror, but I felt I should probably use Snape because of the legilimacy thing. I wanted you guys to know what he saw there. It's possible I might try rewriting this chapter from Tom's perspective to check if I missed any reactions or questions he would have/ask too, or even if it's overall better from his perspective...so keep in mind stuff might get edited in the future!! And do let me know if you liked in in Snape's perspective!!

FYI, these should be the three perspectives I use/alternate between (Tom, Harry, Snape). At the moment I don’t intend to add more. Maybe if I really need to for an off chapter down the road I will, but I can't imagine what that would be at the moment.

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sanoiro · 5 years ago

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Lucifer 5x04 - It Never Ends Well for the Chicken - Spoilers And Speculation

Warning! There is always a possibility that certain scenes might have been mixed up under their non-respective episodes.

I would appreciate if no media from my S&S posts were taken (again!). I post bts directly from the OPs never from second sources. I spend hours on this as a fan but I’m not a news site nor a source for anyone, therefore, do not take anything from this post. If you want to post some of the photos or videos you see here find the OPs do not take advantage of the hours I’ve spent on this!

Written By: Aiyana White

Directed By: Viet Nguyen

Aiyana White has written/co-written the episodes:

4x05 - Orgy Pants At Work

5x04 - It Never Ends Well for the Chicken

5x10 - Resting Devil Face (Teleplay)

Cast: Tom Ellis as Lucifer, Lauren German as Chloe, DB Woodside as Amenadiel, Lesley-Ann Brandt as Maze, Kevin Alejandro as Dan, Scarlett Estevez as Trixie, Rachael Harris as Linda Martin and Aimee Garcia as Ella.

Season 4 Recurring Characters: None Officially Announced Guest Cast:

Emil Beheshti...Abe Gantz

Iris Braydon...Portraitist

Patrick Daniel...Paddy

Christopher Gerse...Benny

Joe Sobalo Jr....Vincenzo

Behind The Scenes

youtube

(Including the ET intwerviews)

Locations

This episode was shot in two locations the WB lot and at a mansion at Beverly Hills.

- Penthouse?

- New York Street WB Lot

-New York Street WB Lot - The ‘Garden’ Club

-Beverly Hills Mansion (Ellis + German and a lot of background actors)

This S&S is different than the rest mainly because on some level I know certain parts of the plot so here I had to decide what to do. The writers are obviously really proud about this episode and they should be as it is based on an amazing concept. At the same time do I really need to spoil a magnificent episode by writing accurately around 1/3 or 1/2 of the episode? To prove what? To achieve what? After the Part has dropped I’ll share that script page.

So early on I talked to some friends and it was decided that the verified by a script page and crew call page spoilers would not make it in the S&S. At least not the actual core of the episode. Some minor details here and there will still be here yet that is met with another problem as 5x04 sets in motion the rest of the season and if I’m correct also affects 5x09. Therefore, I do hope you do not mind if I’m vague on some parts. Finally don’t you worry when I speculate about things I will tell you upfront like I have done in the previous episodes.

As you can imagine I struggled a lot on how to explain this episode and write the S&S by what has already been spoiled from the cast, mainly in their ET interview at that time from Lauren, Ellis, DB and Aimee.

What I have to tell you first is that 5x04 moves on 3 levels. The first level is the present as a story is being told, it does not begin at random. If you remember 5x03 left us with a temporary solution and two amethyst bracelets on Dan and Lucifer. At the same time 5x05 features the title Detective Amenadiel. Lets speculate here that Lucifer is not that well so the clarity he gained in 5x03 with the show Diablo allowed him to recall of a different time that’s the second level, his past. The third level is how the episode is dressed meaning as a Noir episode that is set in the 1940s.

First, let’s explore the first level. Lucifer for some reason he feels the need to take the audience back to his past, and in order to do that there must be a present audience in his story. Someone that will make him go back and forth. I remind you that the shootings of the noir episode didn’t give any space for a lot of present time shootings so I would guess that Lucifer is at a place he feels safe perhaps his penthouse or Chloe’s house. I do not think that must be happening during therapy as we need a place that comforts him and this is a story not a therapy session the whole structure of it does not support Lucifer talking during a therapy session but to someone he trusts.

Now as you know when you tell a story you need to put everything in a perspective that your audience will understand. Us yes but also the person/s Lucifer has in front of him so the story changes and is manipulated according to us the viewers but also Lucifer’s audience.

w let’s go to the third level before the second for a very simple reason. We would expect for Lucifer to remember his past that this story to be set in Heaven, the Silver City to have angels and a pearly gate, clouds and harps but our genius writers take us somewhere else. They take us in 1940 before the US joined the Second World War. The US joined WII on December 7, 1941. The clothes the actors wear carry this late 1930s, early 1940s style where everything is bigger, there is colourful patterned fabric, no shortage of metal, there is no reason for grimness and of course, there is no war. So here is the thing as the audience you can hear the war drums echoing in the distance but this episode for its main part carries this innocence before WW2. WW2 is also relatable to the humans in Lucifer’s life, they get that people never expect a grand war and that certain behaviours are understandable.

In addition to that film noir concept for 5x04, before WW2 that genre was popular but skyrocketed in the 1940s when we had two of the most amazing Hollywood noir films of all time. By the way, do remember that Hollywood thrived due to the war as the rest of the world either had to halt filming big productions or the technology was simply not affordable yet you will find some good foreign movies but without the same exposure Hollywood gave for the simple reason that it had not been affected directly by the war, meaning the bombs and the poverty.

Now the Noir films I was talking about are The Maltese Falcon that was released in October of 1941 just two months before Pearl Harbor and Citizen Cain in May of 1941 that inspired so many great film noirs we can also mention of course High Sierra in January of 1941. All these movies are important to remember as Lucifer’s past is narrated in a very similar way but with a twist which I’ll let you know what it is when I start explaining the second level. Until I get there do remember that Lauren was watching the movie ‘Only Angels Have Wings’ (1939) which although it is not a film noir it is relatable to this episode and I wouldn’t be surprised if the writers recommended to the actors to watch it. So we gather that the film noir is not a random choice or an attempt to make this episode artistic as other shows have done but it actually deals with that atmosphere the misdealings and the unfortunate choices but also heartbreak. Well, for some that is.

The second level of this episode is that Lucifer talks about his past. If level two and level three correspond then we can claim that it was before Lucifer Fell. I do believe and support this theory as on a level it follows the Comic’s concept that Lucifer Fell around the time he met Lilith. Lilith has been confirmed for 5x04.

Now if we are in a time when Lucifer didn’t Fell what does that mean for the episode itself? Who will. appear there? Why do we have Chloe dressed as a man? Why Lauren called her character Jack? What is going on? Unfortunately for all of us I know that part so I’ll have to skip it but at the same time I’ll not disappoint you.

First of all the second and the third level are connected so they are one thing and the whole story is on some level an allegory in some places and true on others. In order to understand this better you need to be familiar with the book/movie “The Life of Pi”. For the ones who have not read/watched it it’s basically a story of a boy stranded at sea with a Tiger, a Zebra, A Hyena and a Chimpanzee only in the end to realize that none of the zoo animals the ship carried had made it to the raft but the actual story involved humans, murder, cannibalism and the madness that led to boy’s survival through a long quest of keeping up faith to nothing yet everything. The same happens in this episode more or less.

Our characters are changing and as Aimee said even her character in that episode is different. You see the only constant in this story is mainly Lucifer, most of the rest are ‘shifting’ and that’s the appropriate word to explain it. You should also go to all the leads social media and discover some more clues here and there because our leads do not do post in random. Like with my speculation with Inbar for 5x03 I support the same speculation here but from a different person.

So let’s get to the story that Lucifer attempts to narrate. We are back in a time before the big war and we see a Lucifer with lighter colours, curious and of course young. We do not know if he has Fallen but as I speculate over and over in this S&S let’s say that he has not so perhaps we will see the process of that Fall of what or who helped him think for himself.

In the comics, Lucifer after Ibrael slept with Lilith and she bore him a Nephelim son called Briadach, Lucifer and Lilith started having long conversations over why she lays with demons, why she left Adam and the matter of will comes up something that Lucifer contemplates a lot after that. As the years pass in the comics the time comes when Briadach and Maze kill Ibrael because not only he refused his son but also wanted to exile all the Lilim from the Silver City which they have built. You see Lilith was so in love with Ibrael that she gave him her children as builders for the City of Heaven.

Long story short the Angels wanted to kill Maze and Briadach to atone the sin of Ibrael’s murder but Lucifer refuses to take a side which angers Gabriel. Samuel then takes the name Lucifer and leaves the Silver City,

The chances of all that happening are slim to none of course but the concept that Lucifer and Lilith talk at some point in that episode about will and freedom means a lot. There are a lot of firsts in this episode actually that the viewers will certainly love. Also, I do not think we should approach their meeting as a romance more like a platonic romance of similar ideas and a start of how Lucifer made a stand towards divine plans.

Talking of firsts as some of fans noticed Lucifer in that episode didn’t wear his ring. The writers' room had two backstories (not from the start of the series!) for that according to Idly and apparently, they have decided which one to use so in 5x04 we will see how Lucifer got his ring but not everything is that simple or innocent. And talking about lack of innocence that is one of the reasons why the Garden is transformed to a club that bears the same name in the episode. Also perhaps that duet is actually Lucifer’s first introduction to a piano and he is a natural? Honestly no idea.

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There is also always an alias... I told you this story is moving on 3 levels all the time.

It was first assumed that it was Lauren but as White was the writer of 5x04, in reality, we see Ellis and Lesley Ann before their duet if that tux is anything to go about.

From the bts we have seen that there is a case, there is always a case and there is even a police car so if I were you I would expect a body somewhere (you will probably be shocked when you see the victim) and so things will need to be investigated and unveiled. Meaning the culprit.

We have seen Lauren with a black eye as well as a cut lip and that is again normal as the story progresses yet you will not get much of the story’s zest aside from the fact that Lucifer is working with Lauren’s ‘Jake’ and that in the Garden he meets Lesley-Ann with which he has a duet. Perhaps some mommy issues from Maze can finally be addressed when Lilith makes her entrance.

^Lucifer getting in the Garden Club^

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^Remember there is always a trap... There is always a chase for riches and... power.

Now you may ask and what of the Proprietor? Well, he might be our villain and he might be someone totally unexpected. Do not get fooled by titles and do expect the unexpected.

As a final note, I’ll have to remind you this. Season 5 is a heavily supernatural based season like S4 was and before that S2. It’s basically what the Writers Room can do without being controlled by a Network and when they have the freedom to create the path they want for the characters. Season 1 was supposed to be a filler for FOX and to get a second season it was unexpected, to say the least and then in December of 2017 the news came that it had been renewed for a 3rd season at that point, the network wanted a full S2 meaning 22 episodes, 4 of which as you know were moved in S3. So S2, S4 and S5 are in the same tune and 5x04 will set the tune to synchronize with the supernatural elements of the past seasons.

Plot-wise you will notice that most of the shooting was done at night also Lucifer’s clothing lighten up here and there while the story becomes bleaker.

^Some bts suggest that Maze is present in Lucifer’s story or at least in the present aka the first level of that episode even if she is not around that story from the beginning.

Now early in this S&S I told you that this episode might affect Season 5 Part 1 as a whole and even 5x09 but I didn’t tell you why. The solution of 5x03 is temporary and Lucifer in 5x04 realizes that he can find a permanent one by recalling events of his past. Perhaps his audience comes to the conclusion that a solution may lie on a detail of 5x04. That leads to a quest but what frees Dan and Lucifer has other consequences and do not be surprised if in Part 2 you will see the younger version of Lucifer again that you met in 5x04. Confusing? Yes, but better than nothing I suppose at least we know that the season is well crafted.

Unfortunately due to the circumstances under this S&S is written I’ll not answer any questions that will ask from me to clarify or further speculate details and in general what I have mentioned above. Thank you for your understanding.

PS As far as I know up to that point the Hell set was still up in the stage so we might see it again in 5x04. Only time will tell.

PS2 There are hints everywhere in every single bts above. Things that are obvious and others that you simply cannot spot until you watch the episode but trust me this will be an unforgettable experience for all Lucifans!

Although some photos seem to be the same like the ones in 5x03, which is true, it is why sometimes we do not know which episode she shoots as multiple scenes from 2-3 episodes sometimes are shot in one day due to Scarlet’s other responsibilities and under the Child Actor Act that does not allow a child to work for more than a certain number of days and hours per week.

Bonding time I guess...

^The same t-shirt so we shall see :P

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Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince: Everyone Lives AU

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Chapter Twenty Lord Voldemort’s Request

Dear Remus,

Happy Birthday! I don’t know when you’ll get this, or where you’ll get this, since you’re traveling so much. I’m sure you heard from Mum and Dad about my Quidditch game. Madam Pomfrey just let me out of the hospital wing this morning. I’m not sure if I’m angrier that we lost the game or that McLaggen nearly broke my skull open. Either way, both are McLaggen’s fault.

If you’re worried I’ll do something reckless, don’t be. Ginny and the team already took care of it. They got together while Ron and I were still in the hospital wing and they really did a number on him. Demelza slipped a rat into his robes at dinner. I don’t know where she got one, but I heard he screamed and lost his head in front of the entire school. Then Dean and Ginny caught him with a Bat-Bogey Hex each just before he got to Gryffindor Tower.

Finally, Peakes and Coote put dungbombs in his bed. They cleared it with his roommates first, and made sure that they all had friends in different years to stay with, so McLaggen was stuck there for the night alone with the smell.

I’m only sad Ron and I weren’t around to see all of it. But we’re better now. Madam Pomfrey let Ron out today, too, so we are back in classes. My head still aches a bit, though, so maybe I ought to skip Defense tomorrow?

Anyway, just wanted to say happy birthday, and that I’m thinking of you, and I hope everything is still okay between you and Sirius, and maybe you’re talking to Tonks again?

Love, Harry

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Cedric —

I had my next (and possibly my last, for a while anyway) meeting with Dumbledore last night. I would have written to you right away, but I’d just gotten out of the hospital after a Quidditch accident. I’m alright, but it was a nasty hit with a Beater’s bat, thanks to an idiot of a Keeper.

Dumbledore wasn’t happy I hadn’t gotten the memory from Slughorn yet. I’ve been trying, but Slughorn doesn’t trust me since I’ve tried once already. I don’t know what I’m going to do now. And Dumbledore says we can’t meet again until I have that memory, but I haven’t any idea where to start. How do you get a memory out of someone who is so ashamed of what he’s done, he’s intentionally changed his memory of how it happened to spare himself?

I don’t expect you to have any answers to it. I know you’ve never met Professor Slughorn. Even Hermione doesn’t have any real ideas, and she knows him better than I do. She just keeps insisting that I’ll have to persuade him or appeal to his better nature, but he won’t even talk to me. I’m not sure what to try next.

Anyway, last night Dumbledore showed me the final two memories that he thinks are important to defeating Voldemort. He said we were moving on from Voldemort’s time at school and into his life after leaving Hogwarts. He also said it was hard enough to know what Voldemort was up to at school, and it was even harder to know afterwards, so he was making a lot of guesswork, but it all seemed straight-forward to me.

Voldemort turned down a lot of opportunities to connect with Ministry officials and ended up at Borgin and Burkes, but Dumbledore said what he really wanted was a job at Hogwarts. I couldn’t think why Voldemort would want to be a professor, but Dumbledore thinks he would have liked to explore the castle further, and maybe even influence the students. He also said it was the only place Voldemort had ever felt at home. I thought that was odd, to think of school as a home. I get not wanting to leave Hogwarts — that was quite the fight with Mum and Dad last year — but I can’t imagine wanting to stay here forever.

Anyway, he didn’t get the teaching position. The Headmaster at the time advised him to get experience first, and apply again later. So he ended up at Borgin and Burkes convincing people to part with their ancient and powerful valuables. In the memory, he was talking to this woman named Hepzibah Smith, and she had all sorts of valuable items. The two that were most interesting to Voldemort, though, were the locket of Salazar Slytherin and the cup of Helga Hufflepuff. Ms Smith had apparently bought the locket from Burke after Burke had bought it off of Merope Gaunt. Voldemort wanted them both so badly, it was obvious. I thought he might take the locket right there, but he didn’t. Dumbledore said, though, that Hepizibah Smith died two days later. I’m sure you’re already thinking about looking up the record of that event, so I’ll spare you the trouble. Ms Smith’s house-elf took the blame for her death. The Ministry decided she was old and confused, and the sugar she put in her mistress’s cocoa wasn’t sugar at all but a lethal poison. The family didn’t notice the cup and the locket were gone for a while, since it took them so long to sort through all of Ms Smith’s collection. By then, Voldemort had completely vanished.

I get why he wanted the locket — he clearly knew that it had belonged to his mother and was part of his magical family heritage — but I don’t understand the cup. Dumbledore thinks it was because it was something connected to Hogwarts. He said it was also about something else, but he wouldn’t tell me anymore. He wanted to show me his own memory, of when Voldemort resurfaced, ten years after Hepizibah Smith’s murder. It was his memory of when Voldemort showed up at Hogwarts to interview for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

It was strange to see him in that memory. He didn’t look like what we saw in the graveyard — not those awful red snake eyes, nor the shapeless face — but he was still horridly strange. He was sort of wax-like, and definitely as pale as he is now. He didn’t look anything like the Tom Riddle I’d gotten used to looking at in Dumbledore’s memory. He was well and truly Voldemort by then.

It was strange to watch him talk with Dumbledore. It seemed clear from the moment he walked in that Dumbledore had no interest in giving the position to Voldemort. And I remembered something Tom Riddle’s diary had told me — that Dumbledore had kept an “annoyingly close watch on him” after Moaning Myrtle had died, so I don’t think that Voldemort had any real expectation that Dumbledore would give him the job. And they didn’t say anything important to each other, really. They had a brief argument about magical studies, where Dumbledore said he believed that love was the greatest form of magic, and Voldemort disagreed, but suggested he be allowed to pursue his studies into powerful magic while teaching at Hogwarts. And Voldemort really wasn’t happy when Dumbledore brought up the Death Eaters who had traveled with him and were waiting for him at the Hog’s Head, but as soon as Dumbledore asked why Voldemort was really there, because it wasn’t for an interview, Voldemort just left.

When I asked Dumbledore what he thought, he said he had ideas but he wasn’t going to tell them to me until I get that memory from Slughorn. He did say though that the teaching position was definitely important to Voldemort, because it’s been cursed ever since that interview.

I thought that maybe by the time I got to the end of this letter, I’d have a better idea of how to tackle the Slughorn problem, but I still haven’t a clue.

While I wait for inspiration to strike, I’ve been following Draco Malfoy around. I know you said that you don’t think he could be hiding anything, but I overheard Snape talking to Malfoy just before Christmas. Snape knew he was up to something and was trying to get it out of him. And Ginny overheard Regulus and Snape discussing it about a week ago. All Regulus knew was that Draco was sneaking off to the seventh floor, and he was giving his mates Polyjuice Potion. I can’t figure out why.

I’ve got Potions again tomorrow afternoon so I guess I’ll, I don’t know, just try and talk to Slughorn alone at the very least, but I expect he’ll dodge me as he always does.

Hope your work is going better, though I don’t expect there to be much good news, or I’d have seen it plastered on the front page of the Prophet.

— Harry

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Dear Harry,

I can’t believe you waited even a day to tell me all of that! I read your letter over breakfast this morning and am hurrying to reply before I have to meet Williamson at Gringotts. Everything Dumbledore has shown you now makes perfect sense, even with what we barely know of Slughorn’s memory!

Remember a few months ago, when you mentioned that Dumbledore said it was important that Tom Riddle was a collector? He takes trophies, things that have value to him, including the locket and cup you described. You also mentioned in your latest letter that he thinks of Hogwarts as a home, and that Hogwarts is somewhere he has been desperate to explore more deeply.

Harry, isn’t it obvious? One of the objects in the memory is a Horcrux! It must be! And Voldemort must have hidden it at Hogwarts. Why else would he have returned that night if he was so certain Dumbledore would not give him the teaching post? Why return with a guard of Death Eaters unless he was carrying something valuable?

Harry, that memory from Slughorn could not possibly be more important. I’m certain that it will help you identify exactly which item Voldemort has made into a Horcrux, and perhaps even where it was hidden. If we can identify and destroy his Horcrux, we can destroy Voldemort. I’m sorry I can’t help you cajole Slughorn into divulging that memory, because I would do anything I could if it meant getting that information.

You realise that whatever it is Draco Malfoy is up to is meaningless if we can stop Voldemort?

Though, Harry, I have to tell you, I’m surprised you haven’t worked that one out, either. I think it’s obvious why Snape and Regulus Black haven’t figured it out, but you and I know very well what’s hidden away on the seventh floor, near the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy, and Malfoy knows about it too, thanks to Marietta Edgecombe. I can’t say I’ve got any answers about the Polyjuice Potion, though.

I hope some of my insights sound like good news to you. I don’t think I have anything that’s close to good news, other than what I’ve already said. There are the usual disappearances. And Mundungus got arrested this week. Deserved it, too. He was impersonating an Inferius.

To top it off, the Ministry brought in a kid the other day for attempting to murder his grandparents. Most likely the Imperius Curse. I still remember on my first day in the Ministry, I asked Christian if he thought giant attack on the West Country was worse than Death Eaters Imperiusing members of the Muggle government. We disagreed on which was worse, but regardless, it seems like the Death Eaters find new ways to horrify me every day.

We have to stop Voldemort, and quickly. The sooner you get that memory from Slughorn, the sooner we can end this war.

I’ve got to dash off to Gringotts and go over security measures there. Hopefully Williamson won’t scold me if I’m a few minutes late for swinging by the owl post first.

Best of luck,

Cedric

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Dear Harry,

It was lovely to hear from you on my birthday. I’m sorry it took me so long to reply to you. Regulus was kind enough to gift me a set of quills for Christmas, but I’m afraid parchment is harder to come by.

I just spent a full thirty minutes at your parents’ kitchen table listening to James dramatically recount your Quidditch match, and I’m terribly sorry about your loss. If McLaggen is even half as bad as James described, I can’t imagine he’ll be on your team for much longer. Though, from what I recall of McLaggen, I think he probably deserved your Quidditch team’s revenge. I’m surprised a girl hasn’t given him a Bat-Bogey Hex sooner.

I’m glad to hear that you and Ron are doing better. What happened to Ron is terrifying. I hope the culprit is caught soon, and whatever it was they were trying to do is thwarted. I’m sure you have your own theories on what happened to Ron, but I would trust that Dumbledore is doing everything he can to make certain that Hogwarts is safe.

I have not heard anything from Tonks, but Sirius and I have made up after our fight — though we have both agreed to give each other some space for now. We haven’t been apart for any length of time in over twenty-five years, except for this summer when we parted on less-than-pleasant terms. It’s been interesting to have this space between us since Christmas. We still see each other regularly, of course, but… well, it’s different is all. It’s not a bad different, but it’s different.

I apologise. I’m not making a lot of sense. I do hope your head feels better by now. Lingering headaches are quite a pain. (Does the pun work as well if I’m not there to see you roll your eyes?)

Thank you again for thinking of me, even when you had a lot going on yourself. It means a great deal to me. I can’t quite put it into words. Thank you, Harry.

Love, Remus

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Summary: You’re arranged to marry Tom Holland, Londons most feared mobster, but it’s never easy. He doesn’t seem to want you and you don’t want anything to do with him.

Tom knew he was screwed the moment you walked away from him in the club, leaving him standing alone in the middle of the floor surrounded by women that he could pay reckless amounts of money, none of which would leave even a dent in his bank account. But for some reason, he didn’t walk up to a single one of these women, too focused on following you out after telling Harrison that he was off. Not even bothering to bid his two younger brothers a farewell.

He wouldn’t admit that he kept his eyes trained on the bare skin that showed where your dress ended, spending the half hour ride home imagining what it’d feel like to run his hands up your bare thighs, pushing them aside and pressing rushed kisses on the insides until he reached your core. He wanted to hear you whine, moan his name as the words fell from your lips. They were dirty, unholy thoughts that he didn’t feel an ounce of guilt about.

Tom could only imagine exactly what you wore underneath that red dress. It took everything in him not to palm himself on the way home, but he wouldn’t give you the pleasure of knowing what you’d done to him so he simply tapped his foot impatiently against the foot of the car. This made it no surprise that as soon as the car pulled up, he jumped straight out, heading to his room where he ripped his black jeans off, gripping his length with one hand and the bed sheets with the other as he thought about you, the girl that only days ago he wanted gone.

Tom had always thought with his dick instead of his brain when it came to women, and in this case, it may have meant mistaking his growing feelings for lust. The mobster that didn’t beg for anyone didn’t chase or fall to his knees for any girl, wanted you moaning his name, and he was willing to put up a fight.

“I don’t know the man she’s just, she’s getting into my fucking head”

Harrison shook his head, a cheeky smile covering his features because for the first time ever, his friend was learning that sometimes you had to actually work for what he wanted, instead of kicking his feet up and bossing everyone else around. “She’s a fiery one, I’ll give her that. Are you sure this isn’t just about getting into her pants?”

“Of course not, I don’t want anything serious.” He tore up another useless piece of paper, chucking it behind him with the rest of them. “I’m used to girls running after me but now she shows up and she teases me and suddenly I’m fucking weak?” Tom groaned, shoving a stack of papers off of his desk. “God why isn’t there anything in these damn files” He muttered, slamming his laptop shut.

By now his office looked like an absolute mess but this was what Tom did when he was balls deep into a task, he made whatever mess necessary to find the truth.

“I don’t get why you can’t just find the people that threatened her when she was little and deal with them, then you could send her home and bam, you’re a free man once again,” Harrison said it as if it were the easiest thing in the world, eyeing up the stack of discarded papers.

“Don’t you think I’ve tried? There’s no traces or anything. It was all done so well as if it didn’t even exist in the first place or the person was really fucking smart”

His eyes fell over the contract, as well as the other information he’d collected about this girl and her past. All traces of their former mob was wiped, as was half of her childhood and any information about the killing. He’d buried himself in work, attempting to print off any documents, news articles, whatever he could find about you and your past but not much came up, much to his disappointment.

“Then take that information and go from there” Tom was getting frustrated now.

“I’m trying but god-, i don’t even have a clue what i’m looking at” Rolling up his sleeves, Tom dropped the paper. It was getting hot in his office, but maybe that was simply his anger.

“Her mother was murdered, correct?” Tom nodded. “How? You know some mobs have certain uhh-, ways of doing things, how was she killed?”

“I’ve looked for that too but there’s nothing, Haz, nothing. It’s like this is all some fucking test.”

“Keep digging, there has to be something. Very few people could completely erase something as big as this.”

That group of very few people consisted of his father, the man that could completely remove a set of people without a single raised brow. Papers were spread out all over the floor, empty cups of coffee lined the desk and Haz had to ask himself whether or not his best friend had gotten in too deep this time.

“Why don’t you find out from Y/N? If anyone knows it’ll be her”

“I can’t do that though can I? Who knows what sort of shit she’s been through”

“If this were anyone else you’d interrogate them, demand the truth but now you’re too afraid to approach some girl you’ve been living with for a week? What happened to my best friend?” Harrison snarked, snorting when Tom gripped the roots of his hair.

“You’re a fucking idiot. Get Sam and Harry, tell them that if they want to play even a small part in the mob, now there time. Inform them of what we’re trying to do and the rest is up to them until I find the time.”

It was the warmest it’d been since you arrived at Tom’s and you weren’t planning just to sit around and do nothing, so slipping on the bikini that’d been stuffed into your bag, you decided to explore the pool.

It was beautiful, different flowers and vines hung from the safety fence and you made yourself at home on one of the long chairs. You’d hate to admit that this place was slowly becoming your home but you were starting to feel more homesick by the day and despite how large the house was, you felt constricted, confined. You had definitely been thinking up ways that you could escape the large gates, knowing that if you asked to go home he’d possibly say no.

You were laying in the sun, a book in hand when you heard footsteps. You ignored them until they stopped, a shadow covering the sun and groaned because god, you were actually enjoying just being alone in the sun.

Noticing it was Tom, you put the book down, sitting up. “What’re you doing? Don’t you have work to do?” A part of you felt pleased that he’d found you this time, you were still proud of your work last night and were prepared to hold it against him.

“I saw you from my window and had to come say hi” He didn’t move. “Plus, I don’t want my men seeing my lady in nothing but a bikini” He teased, standing above you.

“You’re odly protective over someone you don’t give two shits about?” You stood up, taking the sunglasses you were wearing off and chucking them back down onto the seat.

“Did you come here to flirt or…?” He’d originally come out to ask you about your mother’s murder, but now he found himself drooling at the sight of you in the tight, black bikini.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m getting in, think your men can keep their eyes off of me for a bit longer?”

“They know better” Tom sat back, watching you walk down the steps and easily slide into the water. He couldn’t help but train his eyes up and down your figure, hating how the bikini covered the parts he desperately wanted to see.

The sun was out but he noticed the way you lip began shaking ever so slightly and his mind filled with ways he could warm you up. Tom mentally cursed, knowing he was working himself up yet again. But he couldn’t get that image out of his head, you grinding up against him, lips so close to his and the way your skin felt underneath his hands. It was heavenly.

You smiled wickedly to yourself when you noticed him stand up, peeling his shirt off but that wickid look was replaced by awe when you saw what was underneath. Admittedly, you underestimated the man. He was defined in all the right places and that awe only increased when he slipped his pants off, leaving him in simply a pair of boxers.

Tom would be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed the way your eyes widened, mouth agape slightly. Dropping his discarded clothing, he walked towards the pool, climbing in and swimming over to you.

It was cold, he’d give you that but your cheeks were flushed red from something else. The water was merely a factor but as he got closer, you seemed to back yourself against the side of the pool. Whether it was you trying to initiate something or simply trying to get away from him, he didn’t know. All he knew was that he’d been winding himself up since you walked off last night

“You left me very sexually frustrated last night, princess” Tom was awfully close to you now, his breath fanning your neck. “Do you think that’d be the end of it?”

Maybe a part of you thought that it’d be the end of it, but a bigger part of you knew that you couldn’t tease him and get away with it. Did you want to get away with it? “Not exactly,” you breathed out tilting your neck to the side a little and allowing him greater access to the skin, which he gladly accepted.

He pushed you into the edge of the pool wall, one arm around your waist, the other tangled in your hair as he fluttered his lips over your neck. Your eyes closed and you felt trapped, but almost in the best way possible as the water splashed around between the two of you with even the smallest movements.

This time you weren’t planning to walk away at the last moment, you needed this just as much as he did but you still didn’t want to give in to him so soon, but as he pressed you harder against the wall, trapping you between the concrete and his crotch you could practically feel yourself melting into his grasp, become almost jelly like underneath him.

“Tell me you want this” He coaxed, but you didn’t reply, simply stayed almost limp in his arms. “C’mon, the longer you drag this out the harder it is on the both of us” he pressed his lips to the area beneath your ear, sucking on the skin softly before flicking his lips over the area. The action was so gentle yet it almost made a small gasp escape your lips. “Tell me how much you want me and I’ll give you exactly what you want, poppet.”

It was hard to believe that only minutes ago you were shivering slightly, the water seemed almost icy cold but now it felt as if every fiber of you was on fire simply from his touches.

“I want you, Tom, F-fuck” You groaned, gripping the edge of the pool.

“Let’s get one thing straight, princess” Tom smirked, grinding his hips into yours slowly. “I’m in charge.”

The hand that was in your hair was no underneath your chin, making you look at him dead in the eyes and Tom couldn’t help but lick his lips as the sight of you, dripping wet and breathing deeply beneath him.

He hadn’t even touched you yet and your cheeks were flushed a bright red (though that was probably due to the cold water), eyes wide with need. His thumb went to your bottom lip first, wiping off a drop of water before planting his lips on yours roughly. For your first kiss together it was messy, definitely rushed and but his lips were hot against your cold ones.

Wanting to skip the chit-chat, you agreed. “You’re in charge, I get it”

The sexual tension between the two of you had been growing since the moment you first sat down in his office and by now, it was almost too much. You didn’t want to give up so easy, but you couldn’t help but fall apart.

Tom pulled away though it was the last thing he wanted to do right now, his mind was so clouded with lust and desire as he gripped your hand with his and staring at the windows. “Everyone can see us here, let’s go somewhere else”

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London Calling - Chapter 6

Fulham Surprises

Songs used in this chapter:

Getaway Car - Taylor Swift

Just A Girl - No Doubt (yes, I’m still obsessed with these song, thank you Cap Marvel)

Living On A Prayer - Bon Jovi

And this is the Chapter in which they meet.

Ft. Tom Hiddleston and Anthony Mackie.

It was the first time in three days that Sebastian wasn’t jet lagged. A part of him wanted no more than to stay inside his friend Tom’s house but he also wanted air. A part of him was still unsure about coming to Britain in the first place but it was too late to go back. He was there and he had to make the best of it. Fulham was a really nice neighbourhood. The houses were elegant and the people didn’t look too posh. There wasn’t many people on the streets, as it was cloudy and it looked as it was about to rain There was some people in a nice looking pub and he saw some others walking in the direction of a near supermarket. He could see an stadium not far away from were he was. According to Tom it was Chelsea’s stadium. He had heard about European football some times before but he had never seen a match. He was used to tennis and basketball. But football was the main sport there and he was a bit curious about why people liked it so much. Even though he had spent the majority of his life in America he was still European and according to one of Tom’s friends it was ‘’in his blood’’. As he didn’t know where to go he decided to go to a bookshop. He wanted to do some research in the character he was playing next. As the information in Wikipedia had only left him confused, he decided that a book was a better idea. He ended up in a little bookshop. When he stepped in there was only a woman showing some Harry Potter books to a couple of children. ‘’May I help you sir?’’ a middle aged woman asked him. ‘’Yes’’ he answered ‘’I was looking for some history books. The Tudor period’’ ‘’The third aisle at your right’’ the woman informed him with a kind smile. The History section was completely empty. Sebastian walked around the aisles looking at the titles. He had no idea about what he was actually looking for and the titles didn’t ring him any bells. The Six Wives of Henry VIII, The Life and Death of Queen Catherine of Aragon, Lady Jane Grey a Tudor Mystery. He had no idea who these people were but he continued looking at titles, without giving up.

When Celine stepped into Roxanne’s bookshop, it was relieving. Her face was cold and her hands were freezing. It wasn’t the first time that she was in that bookshop as it was her favourite. The only bad part was that it was in Fulham, a bit far away from her house. ‘’Hi, Roxanne’’ she greeted the owner. ‘’Celine! I wasn’t expecting to see you with this weather. How’s your documentary going?’’ ‘’Fine’’ Celine lied while trying to warm her cheeks. ‘’The BBC’s not answered yet. But is not this what brings me here. I’ve been doing an investigation about Anne Boleyn for years and I need to look for a book about it. I had a copy, but I lost it’’ ‘’Go ahead Celine and good luck’’.

Sebastian was more lost than ever. He was reading the cover of a book that was about a murderous king. Richard III, that had killed some Princes in a tower. Wow, English history reminded him of Game of Thrones. He was about to give up and ask the owner for help when he saw a young woman walking with confident strides to a section near to where he was. She was glancing at the titles and by the look in her eyes she knew exactly what she was looking for. It was a better option to ask this lady for help, at least he wouldn’t look like an ignorant idiot. He hoped she didn’t bite. ‘’Excuse me...’’ he started and Celine look confused for a moment. She didn’t even know that she wasn’t alone, as she usually was because the history section wasn’t very popular. ‘’May I ask you a question?’’. Celine looked at him. He looked like someone she had seen before, somewhere. Tall, dark haired and with bright blue eyes. In other words, really handsome. She thought that he may be a look alike of some footballer she knew. ‘’Yes, of course’’ she answered, still a bit distracted. ‘’Do you know about this?’’ he pointed at the books and Celine was more confused than ever. What was he doing there if he had no idea about anything? ‘’Yes, quite a lot’’ ‘’What book would you recommend me if I want to learn about the Tudor period?’’ he looked at something in his phone ‘’Henry VIII to be more specific’’ Celine was thinking that only saying ‘’Henry VIII’’ was not something specific at all. Apart from that she was trying to guess the guess the guy’s accent. He wasn’t British, that was sure but his accent wasn’t typically American. ‘’You aren’t from here, aren’t you?’’ he shook his head with a shy look on his face ‘’American?’’ ‘’Well, no. I live there but I’m actually Romanian’’. Celine couldn’t help but to smile. Well, that was a good coincidence. ‘’Nice to meet you, I’m Celine’’ she said in perfect Romanian. ‘’Sebastian’’ he mumbled shaking Celine’s hand. Sebastian had his eyes wide open still a bit shocked that a random lady spoke his native language with perfect fluency. Life was going wild or maybe London was wild. ‘’And about these books... let me see... ‘’ Celine was being much more friendly than a minute before ‘’Is there an specific part of Henry’s reign that you need to know about?’’ ‘’I don’t really know... It’s for my job so I’ll need an overall view of the period, nothing to complicated. But there’s something else...’’ he thought about his next role and how he wanted to do the best he could at playing it ‘’Do you know about Henry Percy?’’ ‘’Yes. His story is closely connected to Anne Boleyn, Henry’s second wife. Quite a long story’’ she smiled again, thinking about her own investigation about Anne and how she had written about her affair with Henry Percy. The coincidences were still there. The only thing Sebastian was thinking was that he was very thankful of having asked this peculiar lady for help. Celine was looking at the books. She was tempted to give him The Tudors for Kids and The Tudors for Dummies but she didn’t want to be rude. Instead she took another one. ‘’This one’s about the whole Tudor dynasty but it has the best general view of the age. It’s really easy to understand and not confusing at all. And about Henry Percy...’’ she gave him The Six Wives of Henry VIII ‘’This book has six parts, as you may imagine. Just read the first two parts and there’s everything you need to know’’ Celine took from the shelf the book she was looking for, The Life and Death of Anne Boleyn. ‘’I can’t thank you enough’’ he shook Celine’s hand one more time with a smile on his face. He followed her to pay for the book. ‘’You’re welcome, it was a pleasure’’ she kindly smiled at him. She was still thinking that for some reason he looked familiar. Apart from being extremely handsome. ‘’Goodbye Sebastian, it was nice to meet you’’ Sebastian couldn’t help but to stare at her, walking straight towards the door, without looking back and with her chin up she stepped out to the cold exterior. He was regretting not being more grateful to Celine, he should have invited her to have some coffee. With the thought that it wasn’t too late, he paid and left the place with the hope of catching her outside. But when he looked around there were no signs of Celine. Defeated, he went back home.

Celine paid for the taxi that left her in front of her house. Normally she would walk but it was too cold for that. She looked at Matilde’s house. The lights were on so she was probably back home and Celine was curious to know if she had met Tom Hiddleston or not. At least she wasn’t in jail. She knocked her door and her friend opened with a strong smell of just baked cookies. By the look on her face she had failed in her mission. ‘’And you met him or not?’’ ‘’Don’t ask me. There were no signs of him but I saw a person going out from his house. No idea who that was. Have a cookie and make yourself tea. And where were you by the way? Why weren’t you at home?’’ As an answer Celine pointed to the book before putting the kettle on. Matilde remembered that the day before Celine had said something about a book she had lost. ‘’Saw something interesting on the way?’’ ‘’No. Just Roxanne, a guy asking for book recommendations and it’s too cold to be March. I want spring''. She poured her tea while Matilde looked at her phone. ‘’This can’t be real!’’ Matilde moaned, facepalming. ‘’What happened? One of your idols has a girlfriend?’’ she said laughing a bit. ''Tom Hiddleston did something that you missed?’’ ‘’No but it’s really depressing to know that some of my idols would get better with you than with me. And you don’t even know them!’’ ‘’Eh? ‘’ Celine asked not really knowing the problem ‘’For example, Seb Stan. I used to worship him! And now he comes up with this.’’ Celine had no idea who ‘Seb Stan’ was but she let Matilde talk. ‘’Listen, you’re going to like this one’’ Celine doubted it but she kept sipping her tea ‘’This is his caption on Instagram: ‘’Got recommended these bad boys today. London is wild you never know the kind of amazing people you can find. Starting with the research. Hashatag Exited. Hashtag TheDuke. The Duke is his next film if you were wondering’’ Matilde looked at Celine's confused face. She still had no clue why she should be interested in the next film of some actor she didn’t even know ‘’And the bastard is in London. Why haven’t I ran into him yet? But this is what I want you to see. One of my favourites actors has the same reading preferences as you, Celine’’ Matilde showed her the picture on her phone and Celine could see the two same books she had recommended to the guy in the bookshop. This couldn’t be a coincidence. ‘’What was his name, Matilde?’’ she asked with a little voice. ‘’Sebastian. Sebastian Stan’’ With the shock of the moment Celine had swallowed a great about of tea and burned her tongue. ‘’By some chance, is he Romanian?’’ ‘’Yes’’ Celine had her eyes wide open and Matilde was surprised by her sudden interest in Sebastian Stan. ‘’Do you have a picture of him?’’ Matilde pointed at the picture of him she had on her wall. ‘’No doubt. It was him’’. She said with a smile. It was Matilde’s turn to be confused? Since when Celine was interested in Sebastian Stan? Maybe she had seen him in some film. ‘’Have you seen him before?’’ Celine left the cup of tea in the table and looked at Matilde with a weird expression on her face. ‘’I have an interesting story to tell you that involves him’’ she finished the sentence with a little smile on her face. Matilde couldn’t think of anything that Celine Cadwallader and Sebastian Stan would have in common. Sebastian was Romanian and Celine’s father was from there. Maybe they were related in some way. That would have been enormous. ‘’Sebastian Stan involved in one of your stories? Celine, maybe you’re confusing him. He’s an actor not Real Madrid’s next signing’’ Celine shot her a classical disapproving look. ‘’Very funny. I actually met him today’’ she said without any warning. Matilde froze. ‘’I was the one who recommended him those books he posted there.’’ Celine wasn’t giving much importance to the meeting but well, she had just met someone who was supposed to be famous without realizing. At least she had an anecdote to tell from now on. ‘’He should have given me credit for it’’. Matilde let her cup of tea fall to the floor and it broke to pieces. ‘’Oh my God. Sebastian was the guy you met at Roxanne’s?’’ Celine nodded, sipping her tea. ‘’I’m dead. So dead. How was he? Please tell me, Celine I need to now. Did you touch him?’’ Matilde looked desperate. ‘’He was very polite’’ Celine tried to remember the meeting. For her, he had just been a normal guy with good looks, nothing that Celine planned to remember. It wasn’t as she had just met Prince Harry or Cristiano Ronaldo. ‘’He asked me about the books. He was a bit shy and he had no idea about the subject. He’s even more handsome in person. That’s all.’’ Matilde was eager to know more. She couldn’t believe that that had been all. Her heart was beating really fast. Sebastian Stan for God’s sake. ‘’I know there’s more, Celine please. Try to remember. How could you forget meeting a guy like Sebastian?’’ ‘’Okay, okay. I’ll try... He has beautiful blue eyes and... he seemed to appreciate that I spoke in Romanian to him...’’ Matilde started coughing, probably because of the shock. ‘’Celine, God, woman! You probably impressed him! You made him remember you! Let me get this straight, you impressed Sebastian Stan. He’ll remember your face, wow, girl, if you wanted you could have got his number.’’ Celine laughed to herself. She was sure that her friend was joking. It was not as if her meeting with the guy had been too long. Just five minutes and she almost gave him The Tudors for Dummies. Romantic. ‘’It was just a cool story. I had no idea that he was famous. Anyway, he was super nice and that’s it.’’. ‘’Maybe he’s thinking about you now’’ Matilde was caught in his little dreamy bubble. Typical. ‘’Yeah, probably’’ Celine was sure that Matilde was joking. There was no way she could be serious. ‘’Or maybe he’s just doing something much more productive. Like reading those books. Believe me, he should’’. Celine was eating little pieces of cookie and thinking that thankfully she didn’t have a very busy week ahead. And the next weekend there was a Chelsea match to see live and Matilde wanted to go to a silly St. Patrick Day party. She was going to think about it. Maybe it was going to be fun. It depended on the mood she’ll have next Saturday. Absentmindedly she was mumbling the lyrics of Bon Jovi’s Living on a Prayer while almost laughing about the memories that song brought. Basically all the karaoke competitions with her Cambridge friends. She and Joel sang this song as a duet and they aced it. Good old days. ‘’Earth to Celine’’ Matilde almost yelled. ‘’What the hell are you singing? Nevermind, I was thinking about Sebastian. We can find where he’s staying. It has to be in walking distance from Roxanne’s.’’ Celine looked at her with disbelief. ‘’You’re decided to get that restraining order, aren’t you? Maybe you couldn’t get the one from Hiddleston so you’ll try with this guy instead. I really admire you, Matilde. You’re the definition of never giving up’’. ‘’He won’t do that to me, he’s too nice for that’’ Celine didn’t believe that but okay, if Matilde wanted to believe in that, fine for her. It wasn’t likely that she was going to find that actor any time soon. If she ever find him at all. ‘’I’ll think he’ll thank me of what I’m going to do for him’’ ‘’If you say so’’ Celine was convinced that no one in their right mind would thank that a crazy woman in her late twenties appear one day in your front door and claimed that you and her are meant to be. It was better to that Sebastian that Matilde never found him. Matilde seemed to guess what Celine was thinking. ‘’Do you think I want him for me?’’ ‘Not that you could ever get him’, thought Celine, trying not to laugh. But after all she was relieved that she wasn’t interested romantically in this guy. In the very remote case that she could ever meet him, she’d be up to a big disappointment. Famous actors never dated normal people like Matilde, that was a fact. Celine didn’t want her friend to end up heartbroken by a hopeless cause. ‘’Dear Celine, as much as I’d want to stroke those abs, fall asleep with those muscular arms around me…’’ well, now Celine was disturbed. ‘’…touch that sharp jaw line of his and drown into those deep blue eyes, there’s something missing’’. Maybe the fact that they didn’t know each other? Maybe the fact that he was famous? Maybe the fact that they will never meet? Matilde couldn’t be serious. ‘’He’s the right man for you, Celine’’ Celine couldn’t help it but almost fell to the floor laughing. Dear Matilde, she thought, always living in dreams. Real life was not a bloody fairytale. Not that she wanted to have one with a famous actor. That was absolutely insane. She couldn’t believe that Matilde was being serious. ‘’That was exactly what I was just thinking about’’ said Celine with sarcasm. ‘’For the last couple of hours I couldn’t stop planning our future together. We’ll have beautiful kids with chocolate hair and blue eyes and oh, I have to go right now to some designer store to find me a dress for his next bloody premiere.’’ she finished her rant with a shiny smile. ‘’I’m being serious here, Celine’’ ‘’Me too. And by serious I mean, that right now I should be doing my research instead of talking madness about a person I had a five minute conversation with. Yes, I met a famous guy. No, I won’t ever see him again. No, I don’t care. That’s the end of the story’’. Matilde rolled her eyes. Celine could be a pain in the neck sometimes. ‘’Celine can’t you see? He’s handsome, single, you impressed him and the best thing of all, I could bet my dignity that he’s interested in you’’. Not that you have much left after this madness, thought Celine. ‘’Sorry but not interested’’ calmly Celine bit a piece of cookie. ‘’Not just because he’s way out of my league. Even if he weren’t, I wouldn’t be interested. I’m perfectly fine with how my life is going at the moment. I don’t need anyone to disrupt my peace’’ But Matilde wasn’t listening. She was concentrated on her phone. ‘’Look at him, Celine. I dare you to deny that he’s handsome’’ of course, she couldn’t do that. He was drop dead gorgeous. ‘’Listen to his profile: Sebastian Stan, born the 13th of August, 1982 in Constanta, Romania…’’ ‘’Wait, what?’’ Celine interrupted her, forgetting her sarcasm for a second and becoming serious. ‘’That he’s from Constanta, Romania. What’s wrong with it?’’ Matilde was surprised to see a sweet and genuine smile on Celine’s face. ‘’He’s from the same town as my father’’ And there were the coincidences again. Celine may have been cynical about this but Matilde was convinced that her headstrong friend and the famous actor were somewhat universally connected. She believed in fate and there was a reason why they had crossed paths. They were going to see each other again, Matilde was convinced of that. ‘’You know that if you tell that to him, he’d freak out. He’ll like you even more’’. ‘’Yeah, for sure’’ there was the sarcasm again. ‘’I can only describe this as love at first sight’’. ‘’You’re impossible Cadwallader’’

It was the weekend again and Celine had a good reason to be happy: she had been promoted. And she was not given an ordinary promotion: se was going to work for the Prime Minister as her personal assistant. Her pay rise had been so good that she wanted to dance around the streets. Matilde had also been promoted to work for the Prime Minister but only as a secretary. ‘’…the best thing about the job is the payment’’ Celine couldn’t stop talking. ‘’I’ll do much less than what I did at the embassy and I’ll be better paid. Crazy, isn’t it?’’ Matilde wasn’t very enthusiastic. Her pay rise had not been very significant and judging by what she had seen on TV, she didn’t like the Prime Minister at all. ‘’And do you like the woman? She reminds me of an ogre’’ ‘’Who the hell cares if she’s an ogre’’ Nothing could tarnish Celine’s happiness that day. ‘’The money I get will compensate it. And we’re seeing Chelsea tomorrow. Perfect’’. ‘’Are you coming to the Saint Patrick’s party tomorrow? The Pig’s Ear is a nice pub. Say yes, it won’t be the same without your sour face there’’. ‘’I think about it, If I’m in the mood I’ll go. If Chelsea wins’’. Matilde wanted to talk to Celine about another topic that she was sure that her friend had totally forgot. ‘’Celine… in these last five days have you thought anything about Sebastian?’’ Celine looked confused for a moment. ‘’But Chelsea doesn’t have any player named Sebastian’’ it wasn’t sarcasm or anything like it. She was literally thinking about Chelsea players. ‘’And I don’t think we’ve ever had one, at least in the modern history. Correct me if I’m wrong’’. Matilde couldn’t believe she had forgot about Sebastian, but it seemed like it. Celine was a historian, she had to have good memory to remember dates, names of hundreds of people and stuff like that. She couldn’t have forgotten about a guy she had met the five days ago. Maybe she really didn’t want to bring the topic back. ‘’Sebastian Stan, the handsome Romanian actor you met in Roxanne’s bookshop.’’ By Celine’s dramatic expression, she remembered. ‘’Why should I think about him? And no, please, don’t start again, whatever but not that, I had enough last Sunday when you made a big deal out of nothing’’. Matilde wanted to yell at Celine that it wasn’t just ‘nothing’. She wasn’t making a big deal. It was a big deal. ‘’Celine, I’m sure he still remembers you’’ She wanted to answer something sarcastic but she couldn’t. Curiosity had won this time. She knew that Matilde’s answer was going to be some fictional nonsense but she was intrigued about what she made up this time. She knew that she was going to end up regretting this. ‘’And what makes you think that?’’ she asked, biting her tongue. ‘’I just know it'' Celine rolled her eyes at Matilde's delusions. Probably the guy was filming, hanging out with glamorous and interesting people or, in the best case scenario, reading the book she recommended him. That was what Celine would do if she were in his position. ''No, you don’t'' Celine looked at her with something that was similar to pity. ''I know it'd bee fun for you if your best friend would randomly hook up with a celebrity, believe me, it'd be the same for me if you were to get in a relationship with Eden Hazard'' Eden was a Chelsea footballer. ''Sadly, the guy's married''. Matilde face palmed. Celine was again changing topics and talking about Chelsea Football Club and similar crap. ‘’Doctor Cadwallader, it’s not what you think it is. He posted something on Instagram about meeting impressive people for a couple of minutes knowing that he'll never see them again or something like that. I don't remember his exact words but it fitted''. Celine didn’t even laugh, she just crossed her arms in front of her chest. She was amused. She didn’t know whether Matilde made all the pieces fit to make it look as if that famous guy had some sort of crush on a woman he had met for five minutes or if she actually believed what she was saying. Either case, it was utter madness. After some time Celine had a sly smile on her face. ‘’So he’s a dramatic fool’’ Celine was still smiling. ‘’Nice to know. And I’m sorry for ruining your dreams but he could be talking about hundreds of people. And that’s not my business and neither is yours’’. Matilde had to admit that Celine had made a valid point. However, deep inside she knew everything was about Celine, as illogical as it may sound. But Celine was never going to believe it and winning an argument against her was literally impossible. She always found a logical explanation for everything. Celine kept on walking, hoping that Matilde had once for all dropped the topic. She could go and make her conspiracy theories alone as long she didn’t involve Celine in them, let alone as the centre of it all. She glanced behind her and saw that Matilde had stopped in her tracks and was looking at something on her phone with a surprised face. ‘Not again’ was the first thought on Celine’s mind. ‘’What now?’’ Celine asked, quite bothered this time. ‘’If it’s about this Sebastian guy again I swear I’m going to find him myself, get him back to Romania and lock him up in Bran Castle until the memory of him is forever forgotten’’. ‘’What’s Bran Castle?’’ for a moment Matilde just focused on Celine, who was rolling her eyes. ‘’Dracula’s Castle in the book. Seriously Matilde, you should read more’’ without sparing another thought, Celine kept walking. Matilde remembered what had left her so surprised. She didn’t care that Celine was going to turn sour again but she needed to tell her. ‘’Celine, by some reason, were you wearing that awesome Real Madrid necklace the day you met Sebastian?’’ ‘’Yes, I’ve never taken it off since I found it on Saturday. It has sentimental value as I got it the day after we won the Spanish League in 2012. Any particular reason you’re asking about that?’’ she asked with a bit of suspicion and wrapping her finger around the chain around her neck. Matilde looked like she had just won something. ‘’Because I have the proof that what I’ve been telling you these days is true’’. Celine had her big brown eyes wide open. Not in shock but in surprise that Matilde apparently wanted to drag this topic until the end of the time. ‘’Matilde, I warn you. I don’t want to hear a word more about this. I don’t care, that should be enough’’. ‘’You’re going to listen to me, Cadwallader. I promise this will be the last thing I’ll say about him’’. Celine nodded. It was a good deal. She could bear to listen to the final part of Matilde’s novella. ‘’Go ahead. I can’t wait for it to be finally over’’. ‘’Okay. He posted this picture of the London skyline with this caption, and before you ask, it’s not cryptic’’ Celine winced. It was a bit creepy to listen to whatever that Sebastian had to say. She didn’t know him, she had just met him for five minutes and that had been all. But apparently it wasn’t like that for him. ‘’Listen: ’My first week in London is completed. It’s not as if I’ve done much. I literally spent my days reading and being jet lagged. But there were things that stood out and make me really excited for the future..‘ ’’ Celine was questioning herself on why was she listening to that. ‘’And here is when you enter the scene, Celine: ‘For example, what are the odds of finding a dignified and gracious lady that also speaks your native language and on the top of it all wears the badge of a sports team really close to her heart? That’s the kind of unique people that stay forever in your mind. So, if that was the first week I can’t imagine the wild ride that’s about to come’ ‘’. Matilde finished reading with a wide smile. ‘’What do you say now, dear Celine? Are you still in denial? There are not a hundred people that fit’s the description, just one, and she is standing in front of me’’. Celine looked unmoved but her brain was in the beginning of a crisis. One side of it was still thinking that this was some sort of prank meanwhile the other side was really flattered that a handsome and famous actor had called her ‘dignified and gracious’. After all her reluctance, this was somewhat good. But she was not going to admit that to Matilde. ‘’I still don’t care’’ she said, without a trace of emotion on her face. ‘’Is really nice of him to praise me in that way but I’m still uninterested’’. Matilde couldn’t believe it. ‘’Celine Cadwallader, are you made of stone? You can’t ignore something like this’’. But Celine kept on walking, without a care in the world. ‘’That’s what I’m doing. And you promised you’ll stop talking about that’’. Matilde didn’t have another option that swallow all the things she wanted to say.

Fulham, London. Sebastian was falling asleep on the table. A cup of tea was in front of him. ‘’Man! You’re falling asleep while I was talking to you!’’ his friend Anthony punched the table in front of him making Sebastian jump a little. ‘’It’s just the jet lag’’ said Tom, his other friend and owner of the house. ‘’You should let him sleep’’. ‘’He’s been weird for the entire week. And it’s not just the freaking jet lag. He gets lost in his thoughts. He’s not himself, Tom’’. ‘’Many things are changing in his life.’’ said Tom with an empathetic tone. ‘’And the role he’s preparing for is very draining on a emotional level. Let him be nervous, Anthony’’. ‘’Hey, stop talking as if I’m not here!’’ groaned Sebastian. ‘’Or as if I’m a five year old kid who can’t take care of himself! I’m 34 for God’s sake!’’ ‘’So start acting like a 34 year old. Because you remind me of a teenager on a school trip who misses his mom’’. Sebastian blushed a little but couldn’t get angry at Anthony. He was too tired for that. He swallowed the rest of the tea in record time because he wanted to ask Tom a question that was haunting him. ‘’Tom…’’ he went straight to the point. ‘’What are the odds of meeting a person in London for the second time? Someone I’ve seen only once for a short period of time. Simply curiosity’’. Anthony was interested. As long as he knew Sebastian hadn’t met anyone in London yet. Apart from Tom’s friends. ‘’Well…’’ Tom didn’t want to disappoint Sebastian but he didn’t have any other choice. ‘’…it depends on the circumstances. For example, if you’ve met someone in the tube… the chances are like one in a million if you’re extremely lucky. The same thing goes if you’ve met someone in a supermarket. There’s no way to know if they’re locals, tourists or just people from another district. However, for example, if you’ve met someone in a pub and somehow managed to get their name, it make things a bit easier’’. A little flash of optismism ran through Sebastian’s chest. ‘’It wasn’t in a pub but I have her name. I met her in a bookshop and the owner also knows her name’’. Anthony almost fell off the chair from the shock. When had this happened? They had been only a week in London and Sebastian had met a lady who apparently was stuck in his mind. That was surprising. ‘’That makes it easier’’ Tom looked as surprised as Anthony. ‘’That means she’s probably from the zone and a customer of the place. You just have to keep your eyes open just in case you see her around.’’ Sebastian looked a bit more content and was slowly eating a cookie with a little smile on his face. ‘’Sebastian, what the hell is going on?’’ asked Anthony unable to contain himself. ‘’I told you, simple curiosity, nothing out of this world. I met quite an unusual woman the other day and I wanted to know her better but I missed on the chance. She just walked away without looking back’’ he finished the sentence with a low voice. Tom and Anthony started laughing. ‘’So that’s why he’s so intrigued in the woman. She hurt his ego’’ Anthony said, laughing. ‘’So she walked away without saying a word to him, oh my God, I want to send her flowers’’. ‘’She said more than a word to me. She just.. Didn’t look back’’ that was stuck in his head. The way she walked towards the door without any kind of hesitation. Anthony laughed harder and Tom was giggling but more discretely. Sebastian didn’t know what was so funny. ‘’And what was her name?’’ asked Anthony with a little smile. ‘’That’s none of your business’’. he groaned. ‘’I’m going to bed’’. he left Anthony and Tom laughing out loud. He ran upstairs, straight to the guest room that Tom had given to him. He immediately crashed on the bed, still lost in his thoughts. Maybe they were right and this was just the jet lag. But he was blaming curiosity. He had been so intrigued by Celine that he wanted to meet her again and the thought that was probably never going to happen deeply disappointed him. He didn’t know a thing about her. By all he knew she could have been married with children. An unpleasant emotion ran through his chest. He supposed that after a while he would forget everything about that woman that had impressed him so much, so he decided to just take his mind out that hopeless cause and focus on his upcoming job. He grabbed the book that was by his bedside and couldn’t help but to smile. Celine had given him that book. There was no way in hell to forget her yet. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to give up on his cause just yet. He was going to give it a couple of days, roaming around Fulham’s streets and going to Roxanne’s bookshop to see if he could find out something about her. He couldn’t deny that he wanted to see her again. And he was going to see her again because whenever he had set up a goal he did his best to achieve it. About how he was going to do it, that was another question. Because he had no clue from where to start.

P.S. We need to appreciate these cutipies.

I wrote this chapter in 2017 and I had a great time doing it. It’s basically Celine wanting to die for almost all of it.

And this is a good description of her throughout the chapter.

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Slughorn needs to hear this one day

I don’t hate him. Nope. Generally I even like him, and look at him like an old uncle with an odd behaviour.

But there are moments all I want to do is slap him really hard. And yell at him like a mad woman.

I mean, of course I can be angry with other characters, even characters I absolutely love. Because they are human beings and so are flawed and make mistakes. Nothing more normal.

But him, he really gets on my nerves !

Yes, I speak of you, Horace Slughorn. Nobody really dislikes you, right ? They all look at you fondly, kindly. Nobody says how much you were wrong. Nobody says how much your little elitist club was despicable.

Some even don't realise it.

That is right, a good slap on your chubby cheek would be fine with me. Then I could eventually forgive you.

Because Dumbledore saying you have a natural talent at finding exceptionnal people, people with someting special, makes me want to tear something apart.

Because people finding you are a good judge on these matters makes me believe there is no justice down there.

Because your behaviour towards students like Marcus Belby, whom you invited to the first reunion of your club because his uncle was famous and extremely clever, but rejected once you realized he had no connections with this member of of his family, once you judged him as uninteresting because of his manners and his shyness, makes me want to scowl you forever.

He had probably great qualities, but you dismissed him, you judged him not good enough for your club, so you’ll never know them.

You even tried to forget him after your conversation with him, making pass a snack to all your guests except him.

You spoke to him with a tone of false politeness full of scorn and disdain.

You turned your head.

And you probably never looked at him again.

He would maybe have blossomed if you had encouraged him enough, if you had taken the time to make him grow and improve, if you had taken the time to really look at him.

Which means, if you had done your job seriously.

You are a Potions Master, but a teacher is sometimes more like a gardener. A gardener who plants a seed in the ground, waters it, takes care of it, looks at it grow and turn into a beautiful flower. However, this flower is fragile, and a tempest, winter, or even a simple gust of wind can reduce it to ashes.

The way you turned your head this day was like a gust of wind, the way you treated him with disdain and indifference and even ignored him was like winter’s arrival, the way you humiliated him a tempest.

You’re wrong, though, Horace, if you think that it’s more important, rewarding and relevant to look after the students you find interesting.

Because each student is interesting. You may have preferences, of course, it’s not something you can help, but showing them so blatantly and ignoring totally the other students, who can have something to bring, something to exchange, something to make shine, is an awful mistake.

Moreover, if you believed your judgement unerring, you were greatly mistaken.

You know what ?

One of your favorites, Cormac MacLaggen, whom you liked because his family spent week-ends hunting Nogtails with the Prime Minister, is, though brave, arrogant, presomptuous, so conceited it is sickening, and spent an entire evening talking about himself to Hermione Granger, and visibly harassed her so much, trying to make her kiss him, that she fled away from him. What a wonderful boy !

Of course he had qualities, but you overestimated him. He’s not the future Prime Minister, or else he really has to change.

You have such a great understanding of people, such a great judgement, Horace, that’s really impressive. I’m awed.

Hang on a second, what does this mean, “even the greatest spirits can be misled.” ? You really thought that your false opinion of Cormac was your only mistake this year ?

(Yes, we’re only speaking about this year, when you were Harry’s teacher, because we’re not going to talk about Tom Jedusor, I promise you; I don't hold a grudge against you because you let yourself being dazzled by his charm and wits; this boy was one of the biggest manipulators who ever existed, the spark of evil, the shadow of the hell, Satan’s laugh, and a lot of people felt into his golden but bloody traps.)

Let me laugh.

Your precious little Harry, whom I love by the way, your little prodigy, was not the creator of all those inventions you were praising. He was - almost - cheating (yeah, I know, that was not really cheating) with a manual with scribbled notes written by another pupil years ago on it.

You know who this pupil was ? Severus Snape. You were wrong, Harry was not better than Snape at potions. (Following a very true comment, to be fair with Slughorn, he did know Snape was very good, it is just I think he did not realise how much).

You know how Harry got your worst memory ? He drank the Felix Felicis you had given him. But you know who suggested the idea ? Ron Weasley.

Ron Weasley. Ronald Bilius Weasley. Ron Weasley.

I repeat his name because apparently you had some problem with it.

Because yes, we arrive at the moment you deserve your slap on your face. So you did not think he was worth remembering his name ? You looked at him as if he was “nothing more than a shed of Doxies” ? You wondered why the genius Hermione Granger and the Boy-who-lived befriended a “mediocre pupil with average skills” -that’s not what you said but you thought it didn’t you ?- ? You didn’t indulge him ? You let him out of your stupid club because you thought he was not good enough ? You invited nearly all the people he was closed to -his two best friends, his sister- except him, letting him behind (oh, you left someone like Luna behind too by the way. What a mistake) ?

(By the way, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, why have you not refused clearly his invitations when your dearest friend and brother was so humiliated by this teacher ? Oh, that’s right, Harry, the memory. But Hermione ? Ginny ? Why have you not tried to tell Ron he did not deserve all this contempt ? I would have thought that you, of all people…)

Screw you, Horace Slughorn. Despite all your contempt, despite all the people believing he was average and even mediocre, despite his own very low self-esteem, he became one of the most wonderful persons you could have ever met. He became a wonderful Auror.

You were really deluding yourself. He has always, and will always, been a far greater man than you.

When you have met him, he had, at the age of twelve, led and won a fantastic chess match qualified by Dumbledore as “the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years”, in which he had sacrificed himself and got knocked out by a chess piece in order to reach his goal : allow his friends carrying on with the battle.

When you have met him, he had, at the age of thirteen, followed a troop of spiders in the dark Forbidden Forest, to find a clue about what was happening in Hogwarts and save petrified pupils, especially his dear Hermione, and met Acromentulas, although he is arachnophobic ! Spiders were his worst fear at that time, but he did not hesitate.

When you have met him, he had found where was the Chamber of Secrets and how to open it.

When you have met him, he had shoved Harry out of the way of a furious dog and got bitten in his place.

When you have met him, he had stood on a broken leg to tell firmly somebody everyone thought was a mass murderer, somebody he had seen months before with a knive above his bed, that if he wanted to kill his best friend, he would have to kill him too.

And, during a fight, had jumped with his broken leg on this person you knew (yes, Sirius Black) to get their wands he had taken.

And then, always with this broken leg, had wanted to be one of the people chained to the real mass murderer, who was his former rat, to get him to the castle.

When you have met him, he had been part of the battle of the Department of Mysteries, following Harry without questions. He had to fight three Death Eaters on his own, and got hit with a dangerous spell that led him to be scarred for life by a brain.

When you have met him, he was already this self-sacrificing, selfless, brave, kind-hearted, compassionate, clever, witty as hell, extremely funny and loyal to a fault guy you never saw but without whom Harry and Hermione were incapable to live or even function.

Their heart, Horace, you missed the heart of this little trio.

And after, Horace ? After that ?

I won't tell you everything, use your web of personalities to get a little information !

But you know what ?

This guy, Horace, disarmed Bellatrix Lestrange.

This guy, Horace, defied Voldemort and broke a spell you-know-who had done.

This guy, Horace, hit Death Eaters from a broom.

This guy, Horace, dropped everything to go on a horcruxe hunt.

Yes, Horcruxes. You heard me.

The very Horcruxes you were so afraid of.

And he wore around his neck a part of the soul of Voldemort after he nearly died, after a massive blood loss, for months, with Harry and Hermione.

And because he wears his heart on his sleeve, because his heart is so open, because he thinks he is nothing, he went through mental torture for months.

And even got possessed, got manipulated by Voldemort, but never broke. He got rid of it.

And you know what else he did?

He begged Bellatrix Lestrange to torture him instead of the girl he loves. Don’t tell me he was unaware of what she had done, he had seen it with his very eyes and had been utterly moved. Yet he was ready to go through that for Hermione, was ready to suffer beyond the believable, was ready to become insane.

He wanted to go kill Nagini, Voldemort’s snake if you did not know it, alone, despite the known presence of Voldemort.

He found how to get rid of one of the last Horcruxes, and opened the Chamber of Secrets without even speaking Parseltongue.

He had not planned to go through the war.

You know what is the worst ? What you thought was maybe exactly what the Horcruxe tortured him with.

I like you, Horace, but you really deserve some slaps.

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