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ellecdc · 10 months ago

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Come Back, Be Here

Sirius Black x fem!reader - First Wizarding War Order of the Phoenix - 8k words

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CW: mentions of past abuse/torture, amnesia, healing/blood and injury (no one is injured during this story), mention of Bellatrix's cursed knife (same injury Hermione received, sorry), angst, hurt/comfort, use of Y/N

Synopsis: After sacrificing yourself to save your friend and Order partner James months before, you're found on the brink of death. How will Sirius react when he finally gets his love back, but you don't seem to recognize any of them? (concept inspired by Recognition by aeaean__bliss on ao3)

James hated this – he hated the paranoia, he hated worrying, he hated the idea that taking one step outside of the threshold may be the last time he ever sees his wife and son. He had taken ‘one last look’ at too many people in his life, and he was exhausted.

But he was also trained for this.

Pads had been growing more and more paranoid as the war waged on – with all the loss, the targeted attacks of Order members and the growing speculation of a spy amongst them; he begged Lily and James to change Peter to the secret keeper. “I’ll be the Death Eaters first thought, Prongs - he’s the less obvious choice.” It had been months since James had seen Sirius so desperate and passionate, so he agreed. Peter’s schedule with the Ministry had been taking up a lot of his time, but he said that the next Order meeting they would do the trade.

Until then, Sirius made sure Lily and James had a contingency plan.

“If anything fuckey happens, you have to promise me you’ll leave, no questions asked. Okay?” Sirius begged. “Have a go-bag packed for you both and Harry at the ready. If you feel any weakening of the wards – you leave.”

So, something fuckey happened. Lily got herself and Harry dressed for the rain, their bags by the back door ready to make a run for it, and James stood at the front door with his invisibility cloak pulled over him and wand at the ready.

The wards had chimed – signifying someone was here – but they were still standing; this meant Sirius was fine. Wards wobbled all the time – sometimes muggles wandered too closely to them without realizing – but the concerning part was the snap of apparition they heard before the wards had alerted them.

“It could be Moony, or Wormtail.” Lily said, mostly trying to convince herself that everything was fine.

James smiled at his wife like this might be the last time he ever did so. “Very true. I’ll be back in a mo’, okay? If anything happens, you guys go. I’ll find you.” He said.

Lily gave him a watery smile.

“I love you.”

James stepped out into the torrential downpour. Britain wasn’t always known for its reliable weather, but even James was baffled by the sudden late-October thunderstorm. As tempted as he was to cast a weather repelling charm around him, he didn’t want to give away his location by having water bouncing away from his invisible figure, so he allowed himself to get increasingly soaked as he squinted into the night, looking for any signs of who alerted their wards.

He made it to the front gate – where he could see the end of the wards and cast a quick revelio.

Nothing.

“Moony?” He whispered, knowing the lycanthrope would hear him over the heavy rain.

“Pete?” He asked a little louder after receiving no answer.

He waited for a few more moments, cast one more revelio, and moved to the back of the house when he picked up nothing.

Godric’s Hollow is a wizarding community as well, he reminded himself, maybe someone just unknowingly apparated too close to the property.

He cast another revelio in the backyard and his heart leapt into his throat when he saw movement in the woods. “Buggering fuck!” He whisper-shouted, but embarrassingly realized he was watching the figure of a cat running away into the forest.

“Well, that’s not what I heard apparating here, now is it?” He muttered under his breath. He was beginning to suspect they heard some ignorant witch or wizard who miscalculated their apparation as he finished surveying the backyard.

Suddenly, he spotted a figure; it appeared unmoving, and was in a heap on the ground directly outside the ward line. James looked around, casting another revelio – nothing. The only thing he’s found is the slumped figure at the ward line.

James was torn – does he check what it is? What if it’s a person? Should he see if they are okay? Should he go inside and tell Lily that it’s fine before he checks on the figure? Would they still be waiting outside when he came back out? Is this a trap?

His musings were interrupted as the figure started choking.

“Merlin, I’m going to die of a bleeding heart.” James muttered as he made his way to the figure. He cast one more revelio on his way to confirm no one else was around waiting to ambush him.

Against his better judgment - knowing Sirius would have him by the bollocks for this later - he stepped outside of the wards, grabbed the figure and hauled the body back over the ward line. At least now I only have to be worried about dying at the hands of this individual half dead wix.

The body was small – James would assume it was a student from Hogwarts if it weren’t for the fact that they clearly apparated here and all students would be in school. Their cloak appeared far too large for their body and was completely soaked through due to the rain.

The figure began coughing again, and James heard gurgling sounds.

He ripped the hood off the figure and gasped.

Pale – so sickly pale – bruised black and blue and currently coughing up blood was you. Vixen! The witch, friend, fellow animagus and therefore honorary Marauder and his personal mission partner whom James last saw dying in the rubble of your last stake-out location.

“Oh Merlin, OH MERLIN.” James shouted as he whipped off the invisibility cloak and threw it over his shoulder.

He turned his attention back to you as you continued to sputter. He carefully turned you onto your side so you could spit the blood out of your mouth, which caused you to throw up.

“Okay, alright, come on Vix. Let’s get you inside. You’re okay, come on.” James muttered, mostly as a mantra to himself. He felt the adrenaline rushing through his body and tried to ignore the ringing in his ears.

He lifted you up into his arms; one arm supporting your knees whilst the other supported your shoulders. You hung from his grasp like a corpse.

“Stay with me, Vix. Stay with me. You’re going to be okay.” He continued as he got to the door.

He kicked the back door with his foot before cursing and remembering their code. He paused; three quick kicks, one kick, two quick kicks. “Lily! It’s clear, open up!”

Lily set Harry in his playpen and was quick to unlock the door. “Thank Merlin, I - oh!” She quickly moved out of way to avoid being barreled over by her husband with a body in his arms. “What did you find?”

“Not what, Lil’s. Who.”

He ran to the guest bedroom on the first floor, gently laying you onto the bed.

“No...” Lily whispered from the door, her face falling so pale that her freckles stood out in stark contrast.

“Help me. Help her. She’s hurt, she’s-” he started, but he could hardly breathe.

James’ stuttering seemed to snap Lily out of it, and she began barking orders.

“Go get towels, as many as we can. Put a few throw blankets into the dryer for about twenty minutes to warm them up.” She said as she moved to the bed. James didn’t need to be told twice.

Lily set the soaking cloak that James had unceremoniously plopped onto the bed onto the chesterfield. She vanished the black turtleneck and black trousers from your body hoping you wouldn’t miss them terribly. Her breath was taken away, but she couldn’t stare in horror for long as you began coughing up more blood.

She noticed bleeding from your left side – you had what looked like a stab wound in your ribs, which had punctured your lung. Okay Lily, you know this.

Lily sometimes hated magic - it had caused so much pain in her life. She had been called slurs and faced prejudice, she was left without a relationship with her sister, she lost friends and many she considered family to this magical war, and her husband and family were currently facing death by the hands of an evil wizard. Right at this very moment, however, Lily thanked all the deities possible for her use of magic.

She quickly syphoned the fluids and blood flooding your lung before casting a quick sawdering charm to it. Lily heard the telltale snap of your ribs back into place before she closed the wound. It wasn’t as pretty as what could have been done by a real Healer or even Madam Pomfrey, but it would do.

Lily cleared your mouth and throat of blood and conjured a glass of water, forcing some into your mouth before encouraging you to spit it back out.

Once you were no longer at risk of immediately dying, Lily took in the rest of your body.

Your collarbone appeared to protrude from its rightful place, and you had severe bruising around your neck. Lily corrected your collar bone with a flick of her wand which elicited a painful grunt from your lips. You seemed quite a bit thinner than the last time she had seen you, and wondered when your last good meal was. She levitated you gently off the bed and noted that the majority of the bruising appeared around your torso and back. You had a large, healed scar on your right thigh and a small puncture shaped scar on your lower left abdomen. But none of this made Lily feel nearly as sick as when she noticed the word mudblood carved into the skin of your left arm; the wound appeared brand new, as if it had just happened, but it was dry and not bleeding.

The bedroom door slammed open as James threw a pile of at least twenty towels onto the other side of the bed as your form. “I’ve got blankets in the drying machine thingy.” He muttered out of breath as he straightened his glasses.

“Merlin’s tits. What-” he started before Lily cut him off.

“Out, out. Give us some privacy, I’m going to run her a warm bath. Can you bring me some clothes for her?”

James jumped and took off out of the room again.

You had been coming in and out of consciousness as Lily gently washed your body. Every time your eyes met Lily’s green ones, Lily felt her breath leave her body. It’s like looking at a ghost. She wanted to throw up, she wanted to cry, she wanted to sing and dance, my friend, who we had a funeral for, was back from the dead. But she had a job to do, dammit she had a job to do. She’s not your friend right now Lily, she’s your patient. Help her. She needs a healer. You’re as good as one. Help your patient.

Neither of you spoke – Lily didn’t want to overwhelm you, and she also had no idea what to say. There’s so much I’ve wanted to tell you since you’ve been gone; now I have no words.

Lily helped you dry off and supported your weight as she walked you back into the bedroom. James had brought down a tracksuit of Lily’s, which was too big for you, but it was dry and warm, and it would have to do.

After you were dressed, Lily had you sit on the edge of the bed as she brushed and braided your hair.

“There you go, Y/N.” Lily said as she gently tapped your shoulder, cautious of any pain you may be feeling from your collarbone injury.

“You know my name.” you asked quietly, but it wasn’t a question.

Lily paled. Know your name? Try: know your entire life story up until about a year ago.

“I do.” Lily answered cautiously, moving to stand in front of her friend. “Do you know mine?”

Lily watched as your eyes scanned her face. “No,” you admitted. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh.” Lily said dumbly. “Well, that’s okay. Nothing to be sorry for. I’m Lily. We were friends, before.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, and Lily instantly regretted saying anything. “Here, why don’t we get you into bed, hm?” She offered as a distraction to the both of you.

You grimaced as you shuffled to the head of the bed where Lily pulled the warm blankets James had left for you to climb under.

“I’ll go make a pot of tea and get you some pain potion, okay?”

You seemed to consider Lily for some time before finally nodding your head at her.

“I’ll be right back.”

Lily closed the door behind her and rushed to the kitchen. “James” She sobbed.

Her husband immediately stood from the kitchen table and enveloped her in his arms.

“What happened? Is she okay?” He asked into her hair.

“She doesn’t know who I am.” She muttered miserably.

James froze and pulled his wife away from him to look into her eyes. “She what?”

“She doesn’t recognize me, James. She asked how I knew her name.”

“Oh, Godric.” James muttered, falling back into the chair. “Do you think she’ll recognize me? Or anyone else?”

Lily sighed as she made her way into the kitchen and turned on the kettle. “I don’t know. I don’t know if it’s shock, or amnesia, or a brain injury, or if it’s just me. There are too many variables. I think we should probably wait before we tell the other’s she’s here – I don’t know how they’ll handle not being recognized.”

“Fuck” James whispered.

“Potter.” Lily deadpanned. “Please tell me you didn’t.”

The only response she got was a guilty look from James before the front door flew open.

“Where is she?” Sirius demanded, staring at his friends as if they had personally victimized him, Remus following closely behind, face white as if he’d seen a ghost.

“Would you quiet down.” Lily seethed as she threw up a hasty mufliato.

“I am not fucking around, Red. Where. Is. She.” He repeated angrily, shaking off James’ hand that had been placed on his shoulder.

“If you think I’m letting you anywhere near her when you’re like this, you are out of your sodding mind.” Lily seethed, walking over, and shoving her face into Sirius’.

“Mate, please. Sit down, let us fill you in. The second we do; you can go see her.” James said, trying to appease his friend. Sirius’ chest heaved as his burning eyes met Remus’ glassy ones which were already on him; a silent question of “Are we going to comply or are we going to cause a scene?” passed between them. Sirius moved his eyes back to Lily; he knew Lily wasn’t messing around - she was the mother of the group; she always had been. And she had always been the absolute best of friends with you and Remus, which made her all the more protective over you two in particular. He knew he should trust her when it came to you, but after the last mission - the mission you never fucking returned from - he doubted he would ever trust anyone with you ever again.

Lily watched his face as he seemed to come to some sort of decision.

“You have exactly five minutes starting the second my arse hits that seat, and then I will see her. Got it?” He stated bluntly, before shoving past her and James and sitting at the kitchen table.

Lily and James shared a look before they joined him at the table, Remus sitting down last.

James and Lily just stared at each other; each silently begging the other to start. Sirius grew more and more agitated the longer no one said anything, his knee bouncing under the table. 4 minutes and 17 seconds before I break every door down in this fucking house to find her.

“So,” James started, “She’s here.”

Lily grimaced. “We heard the snap of apparition and then there was a wobble in the wards.” Sirius’ eyes widened.

“We were ready to run,” Lily input at Sirius’ face, “but since the wards were still up and unaffected, James went to investigate.”

“She was soaked to the bone and just lying there. Honestly, I...I thought there was just a dead body until she started to choke.” James admitted. “I got her inside and brought her to the room where Lily healed her.”

“And?” Remus asked quietly.

“And it’s not good.” Lily admitted.

“She’s alive.” James amended, giving Lily a pointed look as if saying do you know who you’re talking to right now?

“Right, erm,” Lily started, “She had a stab wound in her ribs which had punctured her lung – that’s what was causing her to choke. I emptied the lung of blood and fluids and closed it up, re-set the broken ribs and closed the wound – her collar bone was also dislocated. She’s badly bruised and beaten. She has a few healed scars...” she trailed off awkwardly.

“Merlin’s tits.” Sirius muttered into his hands which were covering his face. “Is that all?” He asked sarcastically.

“No, there are two more things, but I need you to stay quiet and calm and listen to me. Do not speak until I say so, okay?”

She gave Sirius a pointed look and the man begrudgingly nodded.

“It appears that someone carved the word mudblood into her left arm – the wound looked brand new, but it wasn’t bleeding or red, so I’m not sure why it looks the way it does. I’ll need an actual healer to look it over.” She sighed greatly before continuing. “And she doesn’t know who I am.”

The room fell painfully silent, all eyes on her.

“Someone carved...?” Remus finally began whispering before he was cut off by Sirius.

“What do you mean she doesn’t know who you are?” Sirius asked.

“I mean I’m a stranger to her Sirius.” She muttered miserably. “She asked me how I knew her name, and when I told her we were friends, she looked like she was going to cry.”

Sirius’ already alabaster skin appeared to grow a sickly paler shade as he looked incredulously at Lily.

He watched as James rubbed Lily’s shoulder. Beaten. Stabbed. Bruised. Tortured. Someone hurt her. Someone touched her – violated her. My girl.

But she’s here. He reminded himself.

“Okay.” He whispered.

The table grew quiet again, everyone turning their attention to the dark-haired man.

“Okay?” Lily asked between sniffles.

“Okay.” He repeated before making eye contact with her again. “She’s likely been through hell, I hardly expect much of her right now. Fuck, I hardly ever expected to get her back at all so, let’s just...” He stopped, looking down at the woodgrain on the table. “We’ll make sure she’s okay to start and then, maybe eventually, we can help her get her memories back or something.” He sucked in a deep breath. “I just want to make sure she’s okay.”

Lily gave him a sad smile as more tears fell.

“Okay Pads.” She said, reaching to take his hand. “Let’s go see our girl.”

“Y/N? It’s me,” Lily started as she leaned into the bedroom door. “Erm, Lily.” She clarified awkwardly. “I’ve got your tea and something to eat, may I come in?”

She waited for a few beats before she poked her head in. “You okay?” She asked gently. She spotted her friend sitting exactly where she had left you; propped up in the bed on a tower of pillows and wrapped in the numerous blankets that James had warmed up for you. Lily plastered on what she hoped was her most calming smile.

“When was the last time you’ve eaten?” She asked gently, moving into the room.

“I’m not sure.” You admitted in a whisper, warily eying the grapes, cheese, and crackers Lily had prepared that sat beside the tea and vial of pain potion which Lily placed on the bed before you.

“I can get you something else if you’d like, but I figured it might be good to have a little something in your stomach on account of the pain potion.” She grimaced as she motioned toward the offending vial.

The sound of a throat clearing interrupted the women and brought your attention to the door where James and Sirius both stood, waiting for... well, Lily wasn’t sure.

You just stared blankly at the men. Your eyes seemed to dart between James and Sirius, questions flying behind your eyes.

“Mind if we join you?” James asked quietly, holding his hands open as if a universal way to say, see? Friendly. We mean you no harm.

You turned your gaze back to Lily who was silently encouraging you. Lily wore a soft smile, and her eyes were full of compassion and understanding.

“Sure.” You finally said, your voice thick. The boys let out a breath and moved into the room slowly. Lily stared at them both, hoping they got her silent plea: you are great big giant oafs; please be as un-intimidating as possible.

It wasn’t easy; Sirius with his thick, rock-star style black hair and covered in various tattoos which stood out in stark contrast against his alabaster skin. His combat boots which were never tied properly were not the stealthiest footwear, and his various pieces of silver jewelry littering his body added to the intimidating aura that was Sirius Black.

And big, bumbling James; built like the Quidditch chaser he is. He stood slightly taller than Sirius, and between his ADHD and constant need for movement, he was in perfect shape for a soldier. He could appear intimidating when he needed to be, and when he was actually angry: watch out. But those who knew him would laugh and laugh to know you ever feared him if you hadn’t a reason. He smiled warmly at you and sat on the floor near the fireplace.

Sirius sat behind Lily in a wingback chair that he turned to face the bed you were sat on. He monitored your face looking for any signs of recognition as you surveyed the newcomers. He tried not to feel disappointed when he didn’t see any. He failed anyways.

“Our friend’s showed up while the tea was on, we never could keep them away for long.” Lily offered when you still hadn’t said anything.

“Rem will be back later; he ran out to grab some things.” Sirius explained.

James, never being one for sublties asked “do you recognize either of us?” as if the question had been lodged behind his teeth since he first found you.

Lily and Sirius sucked in a breath as they turned to analyze you. Your gaze moved over the two men before looking down at your hands in your lap and shook your head.

“Well, that’s alright; we always liked making new friends.” James offered. “I’m James – I found you outside. And this here is Sirius.” He said, motioning to his friend.

Sirius heard you let out a shakey breath at the end of James' sentence, and Lily noticed tears springing into her friend’s eyes.

“What’s the matter, love?” Sirius asked her gently.

You shook your head miserably and looked between the two men again. Sirius thought he would throw up while Lily’s eyes widened in horror.

“No, no. Y/N, it’s alright, you’re safe, no one’s going to hurt you.” she clarified.

“We’re your friends,” James offered quietly, “we only wanted to know you were okay.”

You didn’t seem able to make eye contact with any of them anymore and stared at the tea tray set out in front of you.

“It’s chamomile,” Lily offered, “it was one of your favourites.”

Sirius and James exchanged a glance before the former slowly stood and made his way over to you; you didn’t look up at Sirius, but he noticed your body tense. Keeping his distance, he picked up the cup of tea and gave it a sniff before taking a sip, making a show of swishing it in his mouth before swallowing.

“Hm, yep. Chamomile, two sugars and a splash of milk.” He said before he cast a quick revelio over the cup and pot. “And nothing else added.”

He placed the cup back onto the tray. “You can never be too careful these days, hm?” He offered you with a smile before returning to his seat.

You looked at Lily before you carefully picked up the tea with shaking hands. The warmth of the cup brought tears to your eyes as you held it tightly in your hands, enjoying the aroma before taking your own cautious sip.

Seemingly satisfied you weren’t being poisoned, you grimaced at the smell of the pain poition before downing it with nothing more than a cough. Sirius thought you were a much better sport about it than he was.

“Why don’t we light the fire, hm?” Lily asked, beginning to stand.

“I’ve got it.” Sirius mumbled, standing, and placing a few logs into the hearth before casting an incendio.

Sirius could feel your eyes following him; he knew because they burned into his skin like they always had before. He always had a sixth sense when it came to you. He missed this familiar feeling, even though it was currently painful; he never thought he’d feel the burn of your stare again.

“Thank you.” He heard whispered, and looked to see you looking at him from under your lashes as you brought the tea to your lips again.

“You’re very welcome.” He smiled at you.

“Do you know me?” You suddenly whispered. If it wasn’t for the fact that the only sound in the room was the crackling of the fire, the rest of the room’s occupants would have missed it completely.

“Yes.” James said with a soft smile.

“Were we...” you started, before clearing your throat and returning your gaze to your hands. “Were we friends? Before?” You finished, not returning your gaze.

“The best of.” James replied.

You seemed to think on this for a while before you looked up and met Sirius’ eyes.

“And you?” You queried.

Sirius was sure he just heard his heart break. He wondered how much he should tell you. She doesn’t remember me. She doesn’t remember the nights shared, or the fights had, or the days spent. How much does he tell you?

He recognized that everyone is looking at him now; you inquisitively, James appeared distraught, and Lily was looking at him with the saddest smile he’d ever seen. He had very little time to answer this question.

“You couldn’t shake me off, love. I followed you around everywhere.” He settled for, trying to smile at you but it felt more like a grimace.

You sighed and returned to fiddling with your teacup.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. The two present marauders and Lily exchanged glances before turning back towards their friend.

“What for?” Lily asked gently, moving to place a hand on your shoulder. Nobody in the room missed the full body flinch that took place when you spotted a hand coming towards you, which caused Lily’s hand to retreat to her lap.

You sighed heavily again before continuing. “For not recognizing you all.”

“None of that now, gorgeous.” Sirius stated. “You’ve done nothing wrong. You’ll be just fine.”

“Where have you been all this time?” James asked, which was met with a low rumble from Sirius’ throat; a warning that no one in the room missed.

“Prongs, she’s been through hell. Leave her be for now.”

Your eyes flicked between the two men who seemed to be having a silent conversation with their eyes. You looked back to Lily who gave you a crooked smile and a shrug of her shoulders.

“Was your hair shorter when I knew you?” You asked. Sirius tore his eyes away from his best mate and looked into your warm gaze. You looked so inquisitive, and he instantly thought back to the nights that the two of you spent on the astronomy tower where he would point out every constellation and star you could see with your naked eye and tell you their stories; you’d always ask follow-up questions, which he loved because none of your other friends found astronomy to be at all interesting, and he could show off his wealth of knowledge on the topic.

Sirius subconsciously brought his hand up and ran his fingers through his hair. No, he thought, in fact, I’ve cut it quite a bit shorter since the last time I saw you. His hair had always been quite long, especially since he and you became friends back in 4th year. After you passed away - or, disappeared, Sirius supposed – he found it harder and harder to deal with especially when in battle, between needing it to be up elsewise it was in his face, or being easy to grab by enemies. He kept some length, but now the longest pieces came just below his chin.

“I don’t think so, darlin’. Must be thinking of someone else.” He tried to tease, but it came out pained.

Your eyes stayed on Sirius as you analysed him. “My mistake.” You whispered.

It grew incredibly awkward from there. No one knew what to say; you wouldn’t eat or make eye contact with anyone anymore and continued fiddling with your teacup.

“Well, why don’t we leave you to eat up, and you can rest some, hm?” Lily offered, looking around the room at the others. James immediately nodded his head in agreement, whilst you looked indifferent, and Sirius looked anything but pleased at the prospect of leaving the room you were currently situated in.

“Pads, why don’t you help me make something to eat for the rest of us, and we can come check back on Y/N a little later.” She offered.

Sirius kept his gaze on you; you seemed concerned, though he didn’t know what about – were you worried they’d stay? That they’d leave? Were you worried that they wouldn’t come back?

“Alright,” He offered Lily, “I’ll be back shortly, okay?” He added for your benefit. You looked up at that, appearing to analyze him as he moved to the door whilst keeping eye contact.

“Okay.” You whispered, and everyone shuffled out of the room.

“Fuck.” He breathed as the door clicked shut behind him.

The three friends moved back to the kitchen where Sirius did indeed help Lily make more sandwiches while James began to pace the kitchen behind them.

“Spit it out Prongs, we’ve not got all day.” He muttered, tired of his friend’s nervous ticks.

“Listen, mate,” James started awkwardly, “I just want you to be careful.”

Sirius looked at him incredulously. “Excuse me?”

“I mean, with Y/N.” He clarified, which for Sirius clarified absolutely nothing.

“What are you on about?”

“Okay.” James breathed. “Listen, I’m just worried - about all of us, okay? Vix included. I mean, she was as on deaths door the last I saw her and-”

“Yeah, and you fucking left her there.” Sirius spat quietly. James’s face pained considerably, the guilt and memories clear on his face. It wasn’t fair of Sirius, he knew that. You made that choice for the both of them; he saw James’ memory of that moment with his own eyes - hell, he was there when a distraught James dropped into the safe house via portkey without you.

“I know, I...” James started but was interrupted this time by Lily.

“Sirius, we both know how stubborn our girl is. Nothing would have changed that outcome.” She offered him quietly.

“I shouldn’t have interrupted James.” Sirius bit out, knowing he was out of line but not willing to apologize for his words.

“We believed her to be dead for months, and then all of a sudden, she quite literally drops out of the fucking sky and remembers nothing. I’m not saying she’s chosen a side or anything, but I cannot help but be worried. This feels like a trap.”

James’ words hung in the air, Sirius never breaking eye contact with him. Sirius’ stares could be intense which was extremely intimidating. While James was undoubtedly uncomfortable, he needed Sirius to understand his concerns. You were a potential threat whether you were aware of it or not, and you were currently living in his house alongside his family.

“So, what? You think she’s been turned a spy? That she’s been sent to destroy us from the inside out? After all this time?” Sirius asked incredulously.

“I don’t know what to think, Pads. All I’m saying is that I’m scared and for all our sakes, I need you to be careful.”

“You want her out.” Sirius spat.

“No.” Lily and James chorused.

“Sirius no, I want my best friend here, with me where I can help her.." Lily started. "That’s not what this is about. Maybe I’m being naïve, but I don’t think she’s a danger to us. I want her here, Sirius. I need her here.”

James looked at his wife, disagreement written all over his face, but it was joined with acceptance and understanding. You were his friend too; he spent summers and full moons and missions with you, and he wouldn’t trade any of it. Well, he’d leave the missions happily behind but hoped one day that you could spend the first two together again. But he had a war to win and a family to protect, and right now, that had to come first.

The three friends were interrupted by a silvery whisp of a phoenix travelling into the room. The Phoenix whistled three times, waited four seconds and let out one long whistle before adding five short whistles and then disappeared.

“Dumbledore wants a meeting.” James translated.

“I bet it’s all about how your ex-partner is a big fat spy, Prongs.” Sirius muttered.

“Enough.” Lily remarked. “None of this right now, let’s just get her through tonight.”

Lily sat a few sandwiches onto the table.

“I just wish we could get her to a healer; see what could be causing the amnesia.” She murmured miserably.

“What do you think it could be?” James prodded.

“I’m not sure. Many things can cause amnesia - malevolence or injury, perhaps. If it’s due to a malevolent curse or she’s been obliviated or imperio’d or something, maybe we can reverse it. If it’s an injury... well I’m not sure. Brains are tricky but maybe it can be healed, or I don’t know...” She trailed off frustrated. In her mind, it was either that her friend had been being cursed, or she sustained a brain injury that may not be able to be fixed.

“Maybe it’s something else, Red. We’ll find a way to fix this.” Sirius offered quietly, reaching for her hand across the table which she met. She smiled at him for a few moments.

“She really is the better part of you, isn’t she?” James interrupted.

“How do you mean?” He asked, moving his eyes and soft smile to James who he regarded a little cooler.

“Being all reasonable and optimistic. You’re giving Haz a run for his money being the most optimistic in the family, and he’s ignorant to anything that doesn’t fit in his mouth.” James clarified.

“Classy Prongs,” Sirius muttered. “Jokes at the expense of your own sprog when he’s not even awake to defend himself.”

The three friends chuckled, allowing some of the tension to dissipate from the room. Sirius would let it go for now, but he was less than pleased with his friend’s accusation. But James just wanted to protect his family, and that included Sirius and you, whether Sirius understood that or not.

Sirius rapped at the door gently. “It’s just me, erm, Sirius.” The door opened a crack, and he poked his head in. “Mind if I join you?”

You shook your head which he took as an invitation. He closed the door gently behind himself before he returned to the wingback chair he had settled in earlier. He had his own cup of tea and half a sandwich on a plate.

“Lily’s going to bring us some more tea later, maybe with some sleeping draught. Do you think you’ll need help sleeping tonight?” He said.

“You’re asking my permission?” You asked, which caused Sirius to nearly choke on his tea.

He looked at you incredulously for a moment. “Of course, I am. It’s your choice”

You seemed to think about that for a moment. “Perhaps it wouldn’t be a bad idea, to have an aid.” You admitted finally.

He considered this. “Very well, we’ll get that brewed for you.”

Sirius continued to watch you. You fiddled with the hem of the sweatshirt you were wearing, which he recognized to be one of Lily’s. Lily, the beautiful Amazonian woman she was, meant the outfit was far too big for your smaller frame, especially with how much you had seemed to hollow out since Sirius last saw you. That’s okay, he reminded himself, we’ll get her all fixed up. He made a mental note to try to find what clothes of yours he still had at his and Moony’s flat. He suddenly felt simultaneously embarrassed and grateful he kept most of your old things, only donating what you hadn’t used in the past year and a half before you went missing. Remus had suggested placing some of his and Sirus’ favourites of yours in what muggles called Ziploc baggies which basically cast a stasis charm on it to keep it fresh. It may sound weird, but for Padfoot and Moony, both of them understood how comforting someone’s scent could be, and he was willing to look ‘weird’ for the sake of keeping what little of you that he could. He’d go shopping as well, to replace what he had given away. Maybe even get you a whole new wardrobe - when you were feeling better, you could come with him, pick out your own things.

Thinking about you feeling better, he looked up at you and noticed how not better you were. Your eyebrows were furrowed as if you were in pain, your knee was bouncing underneath you, and you kept looking at the doors.

“What is it, love? What’s wrong?” He asked, pushing his plate and cup aside and rising to kneel in front of you.

You looked at him, startled at first, before tears welled up in your eyes.

He remembered your flinch at Lily’s hand, so once he was on his knees, he slowly raised his hands and motioned for yours all while maintaining eye contact. You looked between his hands and his eyes for a moment before you lifted your hands into his. He wondered if you could hear his heartbeat as it bounced around in his chest. Your skin still felt cold – though he remembered that you always seemed to run colder than he did.

“What’s wrong love?” He asked again.

You began to cry in earnest. “I...” you choked out.

“You can tell me, it’s alright.” He offered.

“I have to pee!” You whispered through a sob. “I’m sorry.” You added. Sirius scrunched his eyebrows at you. Had this been anyone else, he would have started to laugh. But you seemed thoroughly distraught right now; your knee was still bouncing, and you looked so pained.

“Okay, that’s okay. There’s nothing to be sorry for.” He offered. You made a disgruntled sound.

“Have you been waiting this whole time?” He asked. You cried some more and nodded.

“Oh love, okay. Come on.” He began to stand and used your hands that were still in his to pull you up. You stumbled a bit, but he steadied you.

You made your way to the bathroom, and he sat you on the toilet. “Do you, erm, are you okay to do...what you need to do, by yourself?” He asked awkwardly. You nodded quickly.

“Okay.” He smiled at you. “I’ll be just outside this door, okay?” He said as he backed out of the washroom. He closed the door, and he could hear you shuffling as you pulled down your trousers.

Merlin. She was nearly in a fit over asking to use the loo. Why would she wait to ask to go?

Sirius aggressively wiped his face, feeling tears burn his eyes. He heard the click of a door and moved his hands, expecting to see you but was surprised as Lily entered the bedroom.

“Hey. How’s she doing?” She asks as she peered around the room trying to spot her friend.

Sirius sighed. “She almost let her bladder burst waiting to be told she could use the loo.” He stated plainly.

“Oh Vix...” Lily tutted as she leaned against the back of the couch which faced the bathroom door. Sirius moved to join her.

“She’s open to a sleeping draught for tonight.” He offered. Lily just hummed.

“What are we doing to do, Pads?” She asked after some time.

“Be patient as hell, I guess.” He answered.

Lily chuckled and nudged Sirius with her shoulder. “Patience. A Sirius Black special.”

Lily watched as Sirius smirked and looked back at the bathroom door. Lily was right, of course; he was never very patient. He wasn’t the kind one of the group, he wasn’t always very understanding, and he surely wasn’t the patient one. He was loud, he was angry, he was crass, and he never slowed down, not for anyone. Except for her she remembered.

(Five summers ago)

The group of them had been getting ready to head to the Potter’s for a few weeks in the summer between 6th and 7th year; you had asked to be picked up last so that you didn’t hold everyone up. Sirius and James picked Lily up first, ever the timely one. They stopped at Remus’ next, who was mostly ready, but ran back inside four times as the others listed off things he may have forgotten. “Toothbrush?” Lily asked. “Fuck.” Remus muttered as he ran back inside the Lupin cottage. He emerged victorious with his toothbrush in hand.

“First thing we’re doing when we get to the manor is jumping in the lake. It’s too bloody hot today.” James muttered, which caused Remus to groan as he went back inside.

“Moooooonnyyyyyyy.” Sirius whined as his friend disappeared.

This happened two more times for his sandals a a pair of sunglasses which was met with a lot of whining from Sirius before they were ready to go.

Next stop was Peter’s house; they were met by Peter’s mother who showed them to his room which was nothing short of a disaster.

“Peter Pettigrew!” She shrilled at him from the door. “You are not to leave this room like this, do you hear me young man?!” She demanded as she started down the hallway.

“Great, now we have to wait for him to finish packing and clean his bloody room.” Sirius muttered as he kicked Peter’s school bag aside to sit on his desk chair.

“Wormy, you knew we were coming and what time. In fact, we’re late. How are you not ready?” Remus asked incredulously, trying to help Peter fold his clothes and put it in his bag as the kid continued running around his room throwing things on his bed which was deemed to be the ‘pack’ pile.

“’Cause he’s a wanker, that’s why.” Sirius muttered none-too-quietly from his moping spot in the desk chair which earned him a flick in the head from James.

“Now, now, Pads. We’ll make it home eventually.” He chuckled.

“Listen, I’m sweaty, I’ve been travelling around all of the UK picking up you knob heads and we still have one stop. I wanna gooooooooo.” He whined petulantly.

“Okay well you can whine all you want to Vixen since she’s our last stop then. Maybe she’ll feel bad for you.” Lily offered, zipping up Peter’s first of three bags he ended up leaving with.

Entirely too long later, they travelled to a spot close to your house and began the trek, the sun still high in the sky and accosting Sirius.

“Too bloody hot for this.” He muttered to himself as he knocked a little impolitely on your door. A few moments later, a frazzled looking you swung the door open and looked at your five friends.

“Oh God, here we go.” Lily muttered as she was sure Sirius’ whining was going to continue at the lack of a packed bag in your hand. She was completely astounded however when he rushed inside and shut the door behind him, leaving his four other friends outside. The said friends shared a bemused look before leaning their ears against the door.

“What’s the matter?” Sirius asked you gently. They heard a small sniffle.

“I’m sorry Siri. I’m not ready. I slept through my alarms and then I had to do laundry and the washing machine is giving me problems and my dad is away for work so I had to make sure everything was set up because the cats will be alone for the rest of the week and I’m not ready and I’m sorry.” You finished taking a long breath which sounded like it was close to becoming a sob.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. Not a problem at all love, come on. Let’s get you packed up. We’ve got time.” Sirius could be heard saying before your sets of footsteps moved further into the house.

“‘We’ve got time’ he says.” Peter muttered, mimicking his friend as he kicked a pebble.

“There’s always time for Vix, Wormy. You know this.” James said as he winked at Peter and slung his arm over Lily.

(Present)

Lily and Sirius heard water running and knew you were finished. They waited for a few moments but when you never exited the bathroom, they shared a quick glance.

Sirius moved up to the door and gently knocked. “You okay?” As he waited for a response, he made eye contact with Lily.

“Yeah.” You answered through the door.

“Are you done?”

You were silent for a moment before you answered, “yes.”

Lily and Sirius looked at each other again for a moment. “I’m gonna open the door then, alright?” He didn’t receive an answer, so opened the door slowly.

You were leaning your weight against the bathroom sink and had your arms wrapped around yourself protectively.

“Feel better?” Sirius asked gently, offering you his hand.

You looked from his hand to his eyes. “Yes. Thank you.” You said as gently took his hand. He placed your arm in his and helped you towards the bed on the other side of the room.

“No need to thank me, love.” He offered as he helped you up onto the bed. It seemed to be a little too high for you, and Sirius made a note to put a step stool here for you tomorrow.

“Y/N, the bathroom is there for you whenever. No one else will use it. If you ever need help, you can let me know, okay?” Lily offered.

“Anything,” Sirius added solemnly, lifting the duvet for you to climb in under. “You can ask for anything, okay?”

You fiddled with the duvet and quilt after it was set on top of your lap.

“Is there anything you can think of now that you want or need?” He asked, ducking his head to try to look into your eyes.

You searched his eyes, the silver gaze so familiar against his black hair.

Sirius was about to give up and look to Lily when you finally answered. “I don’t think so.”

He smiled gently at you. “That’s alright. I’ll think of lots of things for you.”

“I’m sure Pads already has a list compiled.” Lily snorted from the end of the bed.

“As a matter of fact, my dear Red, I do.” He smirked at her as he began tidying up the room.

“She’ll need some clothes...” Lily started.

“Already on it. And we’re gonna get a stool so she doesn’t have to haul herself up into that tall ass bed. We’ll get her the shampoo she likes; we can’t let those locks suffer.” He added with a wink in your direction.

Lily took the dishes Sirius had collected and brought them to the kitchen where she began the tea just as Remus came back in through the front door with a box in his hands.

“This is about two weeks of dreamless sleep if she needs one every night. I can get more if she needs it.” He said as he placed the box on the kitchen table.

“Thank you, Rem, I’m sure this will be a great help.” She smiled at her friend before kissing his cheek.

“How’s he holding up?” He asked. She knew he was worried about his roommate.

Sirius’ feelings for you have never been quiet nor simple. In fairness to her friend, he had always lived with his heart on his sleeve; his feelings written all over his face. His love for you had always been palpable. They thought they were going to lose him when they lost you, and in some ways, they did. They lost the slightly gentler side of Sirius, the side that would give pause when his friends needed it, who tried to see the good in everybody first.

His better half was back, but not really. Sirius wasn’t usually able to live by halves and they wondered how this would play out while they waited for you to remember something, anything.

“He’s hanging in there. He’s been really strong for her.” She answered gently as the tea pot started to whistle. Remus hummed in acknowledgment.

“She always was the strong one for us, when it mattered most. Seems fitting he returns the favour.” He admitted.

The sleeping draught tea made, Lily re-entered the bedroom with Remus where they found Sirius setting up the couch with a pillow and some blankets.

“Having yourself a slumber party here, Pads?” Remus asked lightly.

“Yeah, I think I’ll stay here for tonight, keep our guest company. Try not to miss me too much, alright Moony?” He offered cajolingly, but Remus and Lily knew; he wouldn’t be leaving your side any time soon, not unless you asked him to.

Continue to part 2 here.

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 6.7 K Warnings: None. Prompt: It's a night to talk This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Chapter 27: Can’t Take My Eyes Off You

Remus didn’t need to see your flushed cheeks nor did he need to hear your now slightly hoarse voice to realise what had happened behind the curtains. No, he would’ve noticed the moment you dipped back inside the cloak, you smelled divine, it was that combination of scents he just couldn’t get out of his head.

Unfortunately, he had realised earlier, not because he was trying to pry, but because he had a really keen sense of hearing, sometimes the perks of being a monster weren’t all that convenient. He had leaned into the wall as he heard Sirius kiss you. He had seen him do it so many times, he thought he should already be immune to it. But fuck did he wish he was you at that moment. Which made him feel like shit, yet again.

And then you came out, looking a little dizzy, trying to hide your stupid lovesick smile and he almost broke, how ever could he wish to take your place, when you looked so pretty like that? Sirius was lucky, you were lucky, and he was fucking miserable.

And then you turned to him, a mischievous smile on your face as you placed every single ounce of your attention on him and he almost forgot why he was feeling so luckless. “I believe you have a certain thing to show me…”

Remus, who was still a little fazed from all the emotions he had gone through in such a short period of time, had absolutely no idea what you were talking about “I do?” he asked.

You arched your eyebrows, tilting your head down just a little, Remus swallowed, how was it possible he had been so close to having a heart attack from Sirius earlier and now that he was looking at you, staring at him like that, he felt completely and utterly enamoured by you instead? He must have had some serious issues if his mind could switch just like that in a matter of minutes.

At the lack of response, you leaned towards him just a little, the same smile still playing on your lips, and you whispered “Something about a certain map I could finally see?”

Remus seemed to finally know what you were talking about “Ah, the map!” he said with a smile and pulled a piece of parchment, the same one he had tucked in while Sirius pulled you between them that night. He handed it to you, a rather satisfied smile as you looked at it, moving it around and unbending the pieces of parchment glued on top of each other to try and find the map, but it was empty.

You heard the boy chuckle and you narrowed your eyes at him, pulling your wand and placing it on top of the parchment “Revelio,” you whispered. Nothing happened. The boy chuckled again. You looked at him, mouth shut tight as he stared at you, clearly diverted. “Did you just hand me a blank piece of parchment to wind me up?”

He shook his head, his lips pressed tightly as he tried to suppress a smile. He took a step towards you, closing the already short distance the cloak allowed the two of you to keep, and he leaned down a little, “Wand on the parchment,” he said. You gave him another look but followed his instructions, “bit more in the centre,” he said as he grabbed your hand to place it where it should be.

You looked up at him, he was too focused on getting your hand in the right place to notice you were staring. He looked so pretty in the low light of the castle at night, his skin looking a little more golden and softer, the gilded specks in his eyes shining a bit more than normal. Britain really had gotten its hands on all the handsome bachelors of the century, there weren’t boys this pretty in your older school. You wondered if Alice knew how freaking lucky she was.

Remus leaned in just a little bit more, close enough for his mouth to brush on your ear as he whispered something, the whole thing sent a shiver down your spine, you were not expecting his slightly rough voice to sip into your brain like it did.

You gulped and nodded, he pulled back, and then you smiled, whispering “I solemnly swear, I’m up to no good.” Ink started appearing on the map, from the centre of your wand to all around it, you marvelled at the intricate details and letters drawn over the map.

“Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs

Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers

are proud to present

THE MARAUDER'S MAP”

You looked at the drawing of the Whomping Willow and awed at the details of text written on every branch, aside from being a map, it was a piece of art, worthy of display. You looked up at him, the astonishment evident in your eyes, he smiled proudly, he knew for a fact you’d be fascinated by it, and you hadn’t even seen the entire thing. “Open it,” he prompted.

You did as told, inside it was a detailed map of Hogwarts, from passageways to names of classrooms, to a way more elaborate version of the map Remus had drawn you a while back so you could feed your fireworms. You instantly recognized it and brushed your fingers over it, giving him a questioning look. He nodded, “There’s many more of them, the map has all the ones we’ve discovered.”

Then you noticed, the small star was moving in one of the passageways, there was a deer and a rat in the common room and there was a moon right where you stood. You took out the moon charm Remus had given you earlier, it had exactly the same shape. You smiled “You’ve tagged each other, that’s how you found me!”

He nodded, “Peter’s working on making one of you,” he said with a smile, “he’s using the charm of the necklace Sirius’ swiped from you a couple days ago.”

“But… that’s silver,” you added alarmed, “I thought he was taking it away because he knew it’d hurt you, like he did with the ring that day. I was going to get rid of it.”

Remus smiled, “He’s transfiguring it into aluminium, it’s too pretty for you to throw it away just because it hurts me.”

“Nothing will ever be ‘too pretty’ not to throw away if it hurts you, Remus.”

He cleared his throat after that, really trying to ignore the butterflies your words had made him feel. You thought of him as a friend, you were such a freaking incredible friend, why did he have to go and fall for you.

“The makeout room Richie showed me should be somewhere over here,” you said pointing at a section of the map.

Remus almost choked “The what?!”

“Oh… right, that’s what Richie used to use it for, and for keeping his illegal books I guess,” you said casually as you tried to figure out the details of the map, “What’s that?” you asked when you noticed there was a moving symbol with an “AF” written on top. It was walking a couple of passages away from you. There were other symbols with letters like that in different sections.

“That’s Filch,” he said as he grabbed your arm and started pulling you towards the other side.

“You tagged Filch?!” you asked surprised.

“We started playing with a small little trinket until he confiscated it. We knew he’d keep it around, and now we know where he is all the time.”

You looked at him with a mix of admiration and shock, you already knew your friends were clever, only clever people could plan something like what you were about to do, but they weren’t just clever, they were also resourceful, imaginative, strategic and analytical. They were freaking geniuses.

You followed behind him, both walking towards the dungeons and to the potions’ classroom. Once you arrived he pulled his wand out, but you shook your head, pulling out a copy of the keys.

“How did you?” he asked as he saw you slide it in and heard the pins adjust into place. He was staring at you in awe.

“He gave it to Lily to get some things earlier in the morning,” you explained “I got Alex Wood to teach me how to use Gemino a couple of weeks ago, and used it to make our very own copy.”

He was sure he couldn’t be more in love with you than he was, until you said that. “Our”, the word lingered on his brain, he’d have to tell Sirius how goddamned sneaky his girlfriend was, he was sure to get a kick out of it.

The two of you walked together, he waved his wand over the door of the ingredients room “No alarm spells,” he told you. You smiled and used the key to open it, there were rows and rows of ingredients in the small potion room. You had already gotten most of them, but you still needed some key things for the potion.

Remus handed the book over to you and you went straight to the page with the ingredient list and marked what you already had in hand, and the two of you started to work together seamlessly, you’d say the name of the ingredient and he’d pull it from the shelf and put it on his bag.

“Is that the last one?” he whispered as he saw you mark the paper with a pencil.

You nodded, but then shook your head “No wait!” you said “Spider venom essence, grab some spider venom essence.” He turned to you, an eyebrow arched: that wasn’t on the book, he knew. “Richie recommended it, he also said he might have some other useful ingredients on the hideout.”

Remus nodded at your explanation and leaned down to take the spider venom essence from the bottom shelf, along with another small bottle and placed them on his shoulder bag “Now we’ve got everything.”

You looked through the list and went over everything you had already gotten. “Indeed we do,” you said after a couple of seconds of concentration. He smiled at how cute you looked, from the angle where he was crouching in.

“Let’s go to your makeout room then,” he said as he finally stood up.

“We really need to find a better name for it,” you said as you rolled your eyes. You left the small ingredient closet and Remus placed the cloak around the two of you again. He took the book from your hands and placed it on the bag as you took the map again “Looks like the way’s empty, we just have to be a bit more careful with the prefects, in case any of them is patrolling somewhere.” You said as the two of you started to walk away. Both stopped for you to close the door, and once it was done you handed him the keys, “here,” you said as you placed them over his hands.

He looked at you puzzled “Why?”

“You’ll come with the boys more often than me,” you said simply “And you’re way more responsible than any of them, if anyone should have the keys, it should be dear Moony.”

He rolled his eyes with a smile at the way you used his nickname, he found he liked you calling him Moony almost as much as he liked it when you said Rem. But he liked Rem better because that one had been entirely yours.

The two of you walked towards the make-out room side by side, at some point Remus had placed his hand near the back of your neck and he pretty much guided you through the halls as you stared at the map, making sure you weren’t getting close to Filch or any of the other prefects that had already been tagged by the boys.

“Have you considered doing something to tag absolutely every single person in the castle?” You asked as you walked through a particularly quiet hallway.

He smiled, great minds think alike, he thought. “We’ve been trying to figure out how to do it for a while.” He told you “We can’t exactly give a charm to every single student.”

“You need to charm the school instead,” you said as you pulled your head from the map and leaned over to check on the passage you’d go through afterwards “I’m not saying it will be easy but there must be a way to tap into Hogwarts’ magic,” you said then “That or you charm the Hogwarts Express, since everyone goes through the Hogwarts Express at least once.”

Remus turned to you with his eyes wide open “That’s actually brilliant!”

You turned to him with a small proud smile “Thank you,” and shot him a small wink. By then, the two of you were already reaching the small statue. “All right, at the count of three, you placed your hand on the frog and rub, deal?” you asked, looking at him with a smile.

He looked at you incredulously “you want me to rub the frog?“

You nodded “I know, It’s weird, I thought that too, but trust me,” you said with a smile, and how could he not? He placed his hand on the frog “I’m gonna place my hand on top,” you warned before gently sitting your hand over his, he almost melted right then and there. “Go ahead then–“

He rubbed the frog, and it swallowed the two of you this time, you tried to land on your feet like you had done on your way out earlier that day, but you didn’t think how much more complicated it would be to do it with someone else also being inside the passage so instead you tripped over Remus’ long legs and the invisibility cloak. By the time you were falling over the small room, he was the first one on the ground, you fell on top closely behind, gravity and the force of the frog having your lips crashing against the corner of his.

“Ugh sorry,” you said as you used your good arm to prompt yourself up and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of your sweater, you were certain some of your saliva had ended up rubbing all over the poor boy’s face, even if you couldn’t see shit. Remus was thankful the place was so dark because if you had actually seen how red he’d gotten, you probably would’ve started to realise that something was off.

“It’s fine,” he said, grabbing your arm gently to stop it from rubbing into his face, he licked his lips, you still tasted exactly like you had at Marlene’s party. He felt bIood start to rush down, and coughed, moving his face to the side “Would you mind getting off, though?”

“Sorry,” you repeated, lifting yourself and standing all together. You extended your hand for him to grab as soon as you were up. You still barely made the figure of him on the floor, but you were sure he saw a lot better, since only seconds later he grabbed your hand, and started to stand as well.

“Your shoulder ok?”

You rolled it over “Yeah, fell on my chest,” you said. Yeah, I noticed, he thought, but didn’t say a thing “And you broke most of the fall. Are you okay?”

He nodded, then remembered you probably couldn’t see it, “Yeah, totally.”

You pulled your wand from your pocket then using a very controlled version of incendio to turn on the kerosene lantern in the corner, but when you did, several other candles, one by one, started to turn on all over the room, and then out of a small phonograph started playing soft, sexy music. You looked around, taking the whole place in, and when you realised what was going on, you broke into a laugh.

Remus started laughing right afterwards, the whole situation was so hilarious to you that you straight up bent down, placing a hand on the table to keep yourself standing. You felt Remus place his hand over your upper back as he too tried to hold himself up “Wouldn’t have assumed Richie to be such a romantic,” you said as you tried to regain your breath.

“What?! But he had a whole love triangle going on,” Remus told you, he was also trying to regain his breath “He was a total heartbreaker at his time.”

You gasped “Wait really?”

“Yeah, heard some other ghosts talking about him.”

“You really do learn something new every day,” you said, finally standing up straight, and pointing at the old phonograph, it stopped playing instantly. Good riddance, whatever version of spicy 1800s sexy music Richie was into, wasn’t vibing with you.

Remus was relieved that the laughing had made you just as red as him, you were as flushed as each other now, just for different reasons. You took a few more deep breaths and stood in front of the table, casually walking over to him and pulling the book from his bag, still panting a little. You had done it with such a naturality, such confidence as you invaded his personal space that he almost thought you were Sirius for a second.

You opened the book on the table and started looking for the potion you’d be brewing, taking out some of the ingredients from your backpack as he busied himself pulling the stuff from his own shoulder bag. Once you had all the stuff you’d brought on the table you walked over to the small potions cupboard Richie had left in the corner of the small room.

“You think this place is soundproof?” he asked.

“Well, if it really was Richie’s make-out room, and if he even had a phonograph, I’d say it’d make sense for it to be soundproof,” you said diverted “Why, wanna bring Alice over?” you added with a cheeky smile.

Who?!, he almost asked, before remembering what an ass he was for even thinking it, “It’s your secret spot, I’d never.”

“Technically It’s Richie’s,” you said with a shrug. “But I’d let you.”

“I still wouldn’t want to,” he said then, almost too quickly, “It’s ours,” he mumbled almost to himself, you’d taken him there, he was not going to take any other girl, or boy for that matter. Either way, the only boy he’d want to take there would be Sirius, and you’d probably take him there eventually either way.

“Oh, he has some good stuff here,” you said as you continued checking, distracting yourself with some of the vials and flasks in the corner of the room “You think these can expire?”

He turned to you “Uhm… Haven’t they been here since the 1800s…”

“Mid 1800s,” you corrected “Like… 150 years ago.”

“Right…” Remus said, “I mean I guess the dried stuff wouldn’t actually expire,” he shrugged, “Pass me the small cauldron, would you?” he asked. You grabbed it from the corner, using both hands when you realised it was heavier than you expected “BIoody hell what did they make them with back then?”

“Cast Iron,” he said as he walked towards you and pulled it from your grasp with one hand, carefully sitting it on top of the table. You narrowed your eyes at him, slightly jealous of his werewolf strength. “You brought the measuring cups, yeah?”

You nodded and pulled them out of your bag before handing them over to him, and turning back to the section with the vials “We’ve also got this,” you said as you pulled a small weight scale from the cupboard “They’re meant to be more accurate.”

“They are,” he agreed as he extended his hand to take it from yours. You kept exploring the ingredients on the cupboard as he measured. You found a few interesting things, along with Richie’s very own pot of Spider Venom’s Essence. Except this one had evaporated with time and was a way thicker liquid –like molasses- pooling at the bottom of the vase, while the one you’d gotten from Slughorn’s was syrupy, like a serum. You unclogged the corkscrew at the top and leaned it towards your nose.

“Wait, hold up!” Remus said, but it had been too late, you had already gotten a whiff, and then you felt it, thousands of tiny feet crawling all over your skin, you shivered, closing your eyes shut as you hoped for the feeling to go away. You knew it was because of what you had done, so you didn’t panic, but your knowledge did not make the experience any less excruciating. You were sure you were flinching every couple of seconds as you felt Remus approach.

He placed his hand over your good shoulder and you flinched again, “Here, drink this,” he said. You did as told, slowly the crawling started to go away. Remus still had his hand on your shoulder and was looking at you with a concentrated expression “Better?”

You nodded “Almost gone,” you said as you shivered one last time. “I was so not expecting that,” you said “What did I drink?”

“Water and a bit of Webbane,” he said. “Yook it when you told me to grab the essence, I thought it could be useful…”

You looked at him bemused “That was a brilliant call,” you said as you rolled your good shoulder to try and get the last bit of the crawling to go away, he finally pulled his hand away, just after he felt the way your muscles shifted underneath his hand.“How did you know?”

“We were gonna use it once for a different prank, Peter did the exact same thing you just did, and he was whining about the crawling for like 2 hours. We investigated how to contrarrestar it afterwards.”

You gasped “You’re telling me I would have gone through two hours of that if it hadn’t been for you?!?”

He shrugged, “Probably more, that thing looks really freaking potent.”

You shivered just at the idea “Thank you, my saviour,” you said, he chuckled at your nickname.

“You’re welcome,” he said with a little proud smile “Come on, let’s get back to work, we don’t have much time.”

“We’ve got all night,” you said as you walked next to him and picked one of the ingredients at the bottom of the list to measure from bottom to top while he did the opposite. It’s something you had done many times before in classes. You had developed it to be faster in the measuring process and get on with the potion-making before most of the other teams. Your speed and precision always got you and Remus praises from Slughorn.

“I’d rather get some sleep, tomorrow we’ll actually stay up all night setting everything up.”

“I’m sure we won’t take too long,” you said.

Unfortunately, the potion had a lot of rather precise steps and worse of all, long waiting times in between ingredients. You had laid your head down on the table, toying with a tiny little crystal globe that you had picked from one of the shelves, rolling back and forth, over your fingers and then side to side. Remus, who was actually sitting on a small stool you’d found and decided to take turns to use, leaned over his arms on the table, looking ahead at some of the books, and checking his wristwatch every couple of minutes.

“How much longer till the Puffskein puff dust?” you asked with a yawn.

“10 more minutes,” he responded, “then another 15 ‘till we can add the hairs from a nervous niffler,” he said, checking his clock one last time. And then looked at you, you were still rolling the little globe in your hands, carefully brushing your fingers around the small ball, with rather elegant hand movements, he stared straight at your hands. He was thinking of how delicate they looked, small and adorable, especially compared to his own, coated with scars.Remus suddenly felt a little self-conscious and shifted in his seat, pulling his hands under the table, you turned to him at the sudden movement, your eyes focusing on his “Do you want to play with it?” you asked as you picked the globe up and turned it in your hand.

He shook his head in response “I was just looking at the way you were moving your hands,” he admitted “It was rather effortlessly elegant.”

You shot your eyebrows up “You think?” you asked “I really liked going to the ballet when I was younger, maybe some of their movements stuck,” you said with a shrug, perhaps that was another reason you had been so drawn to Nighshade at the beginning, she moved like the dancers you so enjoyed looking at.

He leaned his head on his hand again, turning to look at you instead “Did you ever do ballet?”

You shook your head “Dad wouldn’t let me, said it was too much of a fairy thing to try out.”

“And he doesn’t like fairies because…?”

“My grandma’s half-fairy,” you said casually, “tho my parents have been trying to hide that from everyone since like forever.”

“So you’re not actually a pure-bIood?” He asked, trying to hide his surprise.

You shook your head with a tight-lipped smile “Never have been. But since Dad wanted to secure his place in the ministry and all those political things, he decided to keep the fact that he married someone that wasn’t actually pure bIood a secret.”

“But that– Oh…” he said as if something dawned on him. “That’s why you’re so freaking charming and pretty, you’re part Fairy!” he said, not quite thinking before speaking. You looked at him with a surprised, slightly teasing expression “I didn’t- I mean…”

You smiled a little wider at his sudden bashfulness and then burst into a laugh, “I too think you’re pretty Remus,” you said in between chuckles.

He looked at you half surprised, and then shook his head sheepishly “‘m not.”

“Well, I think you are and you cannot change my mind,” you said with a shrug, “catch this one,” you said as you rolled the crystal globe towards him, he caught it with ease.

She thinks I’m pretty.

“What does it feel like to be part fairy?” he asked.

“Normal,” you said with a shrug “What does it feel to be a werewolf?”

“Take a guess,” he told you with an arched eyebrow and a very sarcastic tone.

“I mean… yeah, full moon’s shit. But in other times,” you said, “I’ve seen you, you have really good senses, you see better in the dark, you’re a lot stronger, you heal faster…”

“Seems like you’ve been paying waaay too much attention to me,” he teased.

“You’re my best friend, of course I would,” you said simply. Then the last drop of sand fell on the hourglass and it emitted a soft chiming sound.

You stood straight and walked towards the small cauldron next to the boy. Placing the Puffskein puff dust on it and carefully mixing the ingredients clockwise, when you were done you flipped the hourglass again and walked back around the chair and the boy, sitting on the table this time, letting your feet dangle like you had done when you talked to Richie.

“If you want the stool I can–” he said as he shuffled in his seat.

You shook your head “-Nah I’m fine,” you said as you looked at the ceiling and let yourself fall on the table, slowly so you wouldn’t disturb the potion, your skirt rode up a little and Remus forced himself to look at your face, but the way your hair had sprawled all over as you laid in the table wasn’t helping him either. You then dipped your hand in your pockets and took out a bar of chocolate.

“Want some?” you said as you broke the bar in half and extended your hands towards him.

He smiled “Of course,” he said and grabbed the piece, his hand brushing over yours just slightly. He did it on purpose, he wanted to feel your hands, the way you moved the globe had been tempting enough. “You know I’d never refuse a chocolate.”

You smiled “Even less if it’s Honyduke’s,” you said with a smile, he just chuckled in response.

That night Remus and you talked about nothing and everything all at once, he told you about his parents, about his father being against werewolves and how the retaliation of that had ended up in his furry little problem. You told him about your old school, about your family, about the time you met Sirius. Although he had already heard the story, he was interested to hear it from your point of view instead of Sirius’. All the while you’d carefully measure and add the ingredients on the potion. You talked about school and classes and he told you some of the pranks they had done before, all the different ways they’d gotten caught, just for you to be careful tomorrow night.

“You think we can use this one instead?” you asked as you grabbed the thicker and older version of Spider venom essence.

He had his head turned towards the caldron and looked at you through his lashes, yeah there was no question about it, Remus John Lupin was pretty. “You think it’s a good idea?”

You shrugged “Could make it a bit more potent?”

Remus laughed, “If you want to do it, we’ll do it.”

You shook your head “I don’t want to actually hurt them, though.”

“SVE is not poisonous, can’t actually hurt anyone unless it’s combined with something else. It will make you feel miserable for a couple of hours depending on the portion thought.”

“You think it’s a good idea?”

“This is your revenge plan sweetheart, your call.” You had a brief flashback to Richie calling you that, it didn’t sound the same way as it did from Remus’ lips. In fact, you’d go as far as to say that when Remus said it, it… sounded right. “So…?”

You looked at the vial in your hands and then turned to him, a mischievous smile dancing on your lips “Let’s do it.”

It must have been like three a.m. when the potion was finally ready. You had to retrace your steps, going back to Slughorn’s to return all the ingredient bottles and cover your own tracks. Both you and Remus were careful enough to wipe all the bottles clean since you had talked about detective novels and fingerprints earlier that night. Finally, you went back to your rooms, he walked you all the way to your door and gave you one of the potions you’d brewed, the one that you’d have to use the next morning. He kept the ones you’d be using at night.

“See you tomorrow,” you whispered, leaning onto him so that it would be barely audible and then sneaked inside of your room.

When the door slowly and silently closed behind you, Remus sighed, letting out a long breath he hadn’t even realised he’d been holding so far. Then he shut his eyes and crouched on the floor, taking deep breaths as he tried to process everything that had gone through his mind that night. He was sure he was going crazy, must have been consumed by greed. How was it possible for him to fall in love with not one but two of his best friends? At once?!?!

Friday, November 26th, 1976

Later that morning you’d been the first one to wake, and because of the prank, there was no way either of you skipped your morning rides since you all wanted to appear as natural as possible. Regardless of the fact that you had actually gone, James had developed a couple of tactics so that it only looked like you were practising really hard, by screaming and telling you to do laps while the three of you hid behind one of the towers or something. You basically made a huge show of it. And when you went back to the castle you were all laughing. You took the quickest shower of your life and walked straight downstairs.

This was going to be one of the most crucial parts of the mission, and they had trusted you with it. You took a deep breath and used your wand to rub the pear at the entrance of the kitchens. “Have you seen Nimbletwist?” you asked one of the elves who shook his head in response. You sighed and continued asking around the elves frantically, but neither of them knew where Nimbletwist was. Which was logical since you knew she had been commissioned to the Owlery all week.

But as you continued walking around the kitchen frantically, you started to lay small portions of the liquid you had hidden in your left sleeve onto every single one of the water, juice and even wine vases available. It was a relaxing potion, similar to the one Remus drank, but with a longer release time, which meant, every single person in the castle would have a very swell and relaxing day. And –and this is where the catch was– they would also sleep like a log.

The best part is that this particular potion was untraceable since there was no smell nor taste to it, and no one in the castle would be affected by it, at least no more than accidentally falling asleep in a class because they drank too much orange juice in the morning. Once you were sure you’d placed drops of the potion all over the drinks, you hid a smile that was tempting to creep up your face and turned to yet another elf, one that you knew hung out with Nimbletwist often.

“Haven’t you seen her?” You asked the small elf with an innocent tone.

“Her? You mean Nimbletwist master?” he asked in a squeaky voice. You nodded, and he shook his head in response “Pebblier hasn't been spotting Nimbletwist because she isn't in the kitchens anymore. Nimbletwist has been labouring in another location all week.”

“She has?” you asked with a bit of a frown and a gasp, selling damn well your false surprise “And here I was making trouble all over the kitchen while looking for her…” you added with a small pout and a slightly dejected look.

“You hasn’t been making any ruckus master,” Pebblier said “We house elves enjoy yer company, in the kitchens. You’s a very kind witch.”

You swallowed, feeling a little bad for having tricked them all to get the prank going, but it really was a harmless thing, so even if you had tricked them, you were sure they wouldn’t find trouble because of it. So you managed to smile awkwardly, trying to think of ways in which you’d make it up to them. “Thank you Pebblier, you’re very kind yourself.”

The small house elf smiled and gave you a thumbs up, walking alongside you towards the exit as he told you about the lemon pie recipe he had been working on the past week. He said it’d be available the next day as a special little treat. He also asked where exactly on the table you sat so he could send one up right where you were and you could make sure to size a slice. Nimbletwist had told him how much you liked pie at some point, and he was rather eager to have you try it.

You wondered how it was possible that Hogwarts house-elves were so nice in comparison to the one in your house, or the one in Sirius’, whom he had told you about.

Once out of the kitchen you walked straight upstairs and sat alongside the girls “No conspiratory plotting in the morning,” you had advised them, which is why James suggested that you sit with the girls instead of them, so even if something went wrong in the end, you had an alibi. And you all had already prepared your alibis for the night too. Remus had told everyone he’d be studying late in the library, and everyone knew when he studied late, he often found a small little nook somewhere where he wouldn’t be bothered by anybody. Sometimes people even thought they saw him in the library even if he hadn’t been there from how often he did it, so it was perfect.

You and Sirius had planned a “date”, you’d told everyone you’d be walking together by the lake that evening, and you’d even convinced Tom, who you knew was going to be practising apparitions on the grounds, to tell people he had seen you there. Tom, being Tom, had just given you a cheeky smile, a suggestive look and said “I’ve got you covered,” with a rather exaggerated wink.

James and Peter would hang out in the Gryffindor common room for a while and then head up to their room with the excuse that James wanted to be well-rested since he had to start preparing his mind and body for the game against Gryffindor that Sunday. They’d planned to make a very loud exit and make sure that at least ten people saw them leave. Once they were in their room, they would use Sirius’ record player to play some snoring and their own voices filmed in between. That way if anyone passed by when it was still early, it would sound like they really were in the room, even if by then, they would have already put on the cloak and left.

Once in your place at the table, you turned in the direction of the boys, looking at each of them straight in the eye and raising your goblet filled with water. Sirius smiled, you winked at him. And after smiling back at the girls, you placed the goblet back onto the table, without drinking a drop. That was the signal the boys were waiting for, they too gave a small toast in between themselves, empty goblets in hand clashing against each other.

Later that night on divination you were sitting next to James when you realised one of the Ravenclaw girls, who normally paid attention, was falling asleep as the Professor went on and on about the qualities of reading divination balls. Others were so dazed as they stared at their crystal balls, that they might as well have been asleep altogether.

You snickered as you pointed at Quentin Finchley, a Ravenclaw boy who was practically snoring in the back.

James rolled his eyes and whispered, “Look at what you did Vixen, you’ve plummeted the GPA of the Ravenclaws for your little vendetta.”

“Shut it Prongs, it’s not as if this part of the plan hadn’t been your idea.”

He just shrugged “Might have been. But remind me again who went around the kitchen tricking all the poor elves?”

You elbowed him playfully on the side, ready to continue your little quarrell when you noticed Spellman turning to you with a heavy stare. You gulped and stood straighter, prompting James to look at the crystal ball, as if that had been the thing you had been talking about from the very beginning.

After divination, you had Magical Theory, where you both worked on your glasses until they were ready. You still had to work on the presentation and on the written section of the design, but the teacher had been so impressed with how fast you’d managed to make your item work that he prompted you to also work on another of your ideas. He said he’d give you an extra mark on your grades for the second part of the school year if you did.

All thought both you and James had whined about it when he was gone –since you’d had much more work to do– you were pretty excited about the fact that you’d get to work on one of the other ideas, especially some of those long-distance communication items inspired by muggle technology, you thought they could be extra useful for the break, to keep in contact with each other.

After class was over, the plan finally went into motion. You had decided you’d all meet inside some of the passageways. That way you could each use your own little entrance and reduce the risk of being found out. After dinner, you went straight to the entrance that Remus had shown you on your first day since it was the closest to the Dining Hall and the path you knew best.

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Theseus/Newt Scamander x fem!reader

title: makes you wanna lose your mind

warnings: descriptions of torture, angst

a/n: so basically this is like a throw off from hp part 1. it's super dramatic, it's romantic too. I just loved the entire setting of part 1 so I wanted it with Theseus and Newt also dumbledore is the readers father. sorry for typos.

It was very cold outside of the tent and I didn't know why Theseus would want to be out there at all, his nose was red, and his cheeks were too. I walked behind him as his hands rested in his warm pockets and his shoes where soaking in the snow.

"It's cold." I say, standing next to him, he was a lot taller than me.

He looked down at me and sighs. "It's refreshing."

"You're not still fighting with Newt, are you. I know it's hard being with each other for so long, you're not used to it."

Theseus chuckles and looked to his shoes, "he's my baby brother, of course I'm not still mad at him. But maybe we should go back in the tent, yeah?"

I nod a little, he gently led me back. Of course, the tent was bigger on the inside, my father gave me undetectable magic, knowing what kind of danger we'd be in. Newt didn't have his case with him, Dumbledore kept it in case anything bad is to happen.

Newts coat was off, he took off his tie and looked at the both of us. "I think we should rest. We can't stay here forever, or the Death Eaters will catch up to us."

Theseus looked at me before nodding and headed to one of the beds. I couldn't shake a bad feeling, like I needed to go back outside the tent. "What is it?" Newt asks.

"I don't know, somethings wrong." I reply, I wasn't lying, and they both knew that.

They both withdrew their wands and headed outside the tent where I followed too, my wand at my side. It wasn't too dark, the moon reflecting off the snow made the woods really bright, bright enough for us to see.

"Revelio..." Newt muttered, his wand lit up gently with a soft glow.

Theseus saw as the three Death Eaters appeared. All in black and masked, tall and left a trail of emptiness in their presence.

I tried to perform a protective spell as so did Newt and Theseus, but the Death Eaters were quick to act. Our wands flew out of our hands, and with another flick of their wands we all fell to the floor in the cold snow.

The Death Eaters all retrained us as another figure walked towards us, his blonde hair became more visible, his blue eyes glimmers in the little light. He stood over us... It was Abraxas Malfoy. He smiled slightly.

"You know what to do, come don't waste time."

The Death Eaters Apparated us, to where the snow wasn't as heavy, and the sky was gray, there was a large black gate and a larger manor behind it. It was black, and Abraxas led us inside, his smile mainly on me.

Newt was looking all around him, he didn't know what to do, nor did Theseus when Abraxas used a spell to keep me on the floor.

Theseus and Newt were hand bound by the chains the Death Eaters put on them. Abraxas Malfoy looked down at me, in the middle of the floor in ahis Manor. He was talking. His wand pointing to me as he glanced at Newt and Theseus.

"Oh dear, oh dear. She's so very beautiful, isn't she?" Abraxas spoke deeply.

Theseus struggled against the chains, "don't touch her!"

Abraxas smiled at him. "Now don't you think you can tell me exactly what to do?"

Newt was just as angry, but he was nervous. His voice shook. "She's innocent, she didn't break into your vault. She-."

Abraxas cut him off. "Ohh. But she did. And I know this because when I knew you three where after me, I took precaution. You were looking for the pendant necklace, and you found it didn't you?"

Abraxas moved the hair from my face with his wand as he crouched over me. His voice was soft as he looked down at me. Tears running down the sides of my temples, the black floor illuminated the moonlight from the windows. Abraxas looked down at me and smiled. "We must learn to not steal."

Theseus struggled, he grunted. "Stop!" Abraxas ignored him, he held his wand more firmly at me. Theseus yelled, "NO!"

Newt shouted after him. "No please don't hurt her... don't hurt her!"

Abraxas casted a dirty spell, "please-!" I gasped and screamed as his wand illuminated a soft green glow.

Theseus couldn't help but continue to struggle, couldn't bear to hear it. I struggled against the spell, and I continued to scream. Newt was trying to stay calm as Piget was slowly picking the cuffs chains lock.

Abraxas smirked. "You're a lying witch that deserves to know what you are!"

He continues, the noise loudly echoed all along his manor, Theseus was watching the entire thing unfold as the spell continues to cause pain to my body, my insides burning.

Theseus wanted to do something, he felt useless watching me. Abraxas stopped the spell, he looked towards Theseus. Theseus saw the sadness and pain on my face which made his twist in anger. Abraxas grabbed his jaw causing him to grunt. "Who will save her now?"

Newts chains fell to the black wooden floor. He snatched his wand from the Death Eater and casted a spell to push the two of them back. He did another to unlock his brother's bounded hands and readied his wand against Abraxas.

Theseus and Newt fought against Abraxas and the Death Eaters that entered the room. Theseus wanted to get to me before anyone else could hurt me further. Newt shouted. "YOUR TIE- ITS A PORTKEY!"

Theseus pulled me up, waving his wand over and over till he reached Newt who grabbed his tie and we apparated from the manor. We landed in Hogsmeade where Albus, my father was staying.

Albus knew something was wrong and rushed to our aid as Theseus and Newt supported my weak body. "Aberforth, get hot water!"

His brother ran behind the counter. Albus lied me down gently Newt and Theseus standing above me, Theseus' hands were dirty from getting on the floor to rescue me, some black dust covered his cheeks and his neck, his eyes wet and red.

Aberforth got a bowl of hot water and a cloth, Albus soaked and rung it out before wiping my forehead. "I know she's been in a deep amount of pain."

Newt spoke, shaken up. "Abraxas- used the cruciatus curse on her."

Albus looked at me, sighing. He rubbed my forehead gently. "She'll be alright."

Theseus held my hand slowly. "Why her? She wasn't the one to get into his vault, to steal the pendant."

Albus spoke, "yes, but she's the one who had it in her pocket. She kept it there and he knew that."

I cried loudly as my father wiped my forehead again, my body consorted in pain. Albus gently shooshed me as Theseus pet my hair gently to keep me calm. Newt spoke. "The pain will fade soon enough."

Albus sighed and stood, looking at Newt. "I told you whatever you do, do not get caught and you did exactly what i told you not to. I told you to go to his vault." Newt looked to me and back at Albus. "You put my daughter in danger."

Theseus stood up, "it was my fault, I told her to hold onto it. That it would be safer with her."

Newt spoke, "w-we can leave her here with you-."

Albus shook his head, wiping his hands with a dry cloth. "No, it's crucial you bring her. You two are... Vincible without her" Newt looked at me before looking back at Albus. "Shes exhausted and you two are as well. My brother will take you to a room, I'll get her to a room and stay with her-."

Theseus cut him off. "I can sit with her."

Albus smiles slightly, "alright. Now if you are to require anything, my brother is here."

Newt watched as Albus gave me a gentle kiss on my forehead before leaving. His brother Aberforth gently picked me up, and up the stairs. He got me to a room and lied me in a bed before covering my body with the blanket. Theseus sat in the chair next to me and stayed.

Once Aberforth left, Newt came in, the only light was the fireplace going in the room. "She'll be fine, Theseus."

Theseus nods a little, smiling, relived I made it back. "She didn't deserve what we got ourselves into. She didn't deserve to endure that pain."

Newt looked at me, sleeping in the bed, my eyes puffy from crying. "She's strong, and I think you need to give her credit for that."

Theseus watched me calmly, not planning on leaving my side. Newt smiled a little before leaving the room and closing the door. The next morning, I woke up, Theseus who was half asleep on the chair beside the bed did as well.

"You're alright." He tried comfort me; he leaned forward and rubbed my back.

"My stomach-."

He sighs. "I'll get Newt to help with the pain." He gently put his hand on the side of my face. "It's going to be okay."

I nodded a little. After some time, I found strength to get up and go down the stairs, my uncle Aberforth was braiding my long hair gently, as Newt took care of the pain I felt in my body. There was some snow outside, Hogsmeade was always so beautiful during winter, and I forgot all about it.

Theseus was talking with Albus. "If you take her back out there, I'll be sending you three with undetectable magic. The Ministry won't see it being used."

Theseus nods slowly, he looked at Newt doing magic on my arm. Theseus looked at Albus, "I'll keep your daughter safe. I promise."

Albus smiles softly, "she's strong. But not without the two of you."

Newt looked at Albus and smiled slightly. My uncle finished braiding my hair his hands were far gentler than his face. Albus helped me stand up and he cupped my face, "if you ever need me... I'll be there."

Albus looked at Newt, "oh. And one more thing." With the flick of his wand Newts case appears in his own hand.

Newt smiles slightly, "thank you."

Albus smiles. "Use those creatures to your advantage." I hugged my uncle; I was going to miss him as much as my father. And then I walked to Theseus and Newt, they both saw how tired I was. "And use that portkey, only if needed. Now the Death Eaters know that you three are still alive. And they won't stop till your dead."

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lovebotmo · 4 months ago

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pairing: theodore nott x reader

wc: 2719

author's note: hi loves! thank you for all the kind comments on my most recent chapter!!! i hope you enjoy this one just as much!!

song inspiration: come away with me by norah jones

Hours later, the Gryffindor common room had emptied. The only remnants of the raucous victory celebration were a few scattered beer bottles, spare confetti, and shot glasses that had escaped the notice of your housemates. By now, everyone had settled in for the night, and you found yourself alone staring at the embers of the dying hearth. Sleep eluded you, however. Not that it mattered, seeing as you were due for rounds as a prefect. Sighing, you rose from the aged couch, grasping your wand, and headed toward the Fat Lady’s portrait.

Thankfully, the stone corridors of Hogwarts were relatively vacant. You did have to shuffle along two Ravenclaw first years who had stayed in the library too long, but other than that you had yet to see anybody. Portraits lining the hall greeted you occasionally—at least those not already asleep. Burying a yawn, you checked the watch on your wrist, only to see it read a little past one a.m.

It should be alright for me to call it a night by now, right?

As you swiveled around to head back toward Gryffindor Tower, you heard the faintest unintelligible speech to your left, coming from the West Tower where the owlery was nested.

I swear, if I catch Lucy Hurst trying to sneak her owl into her dorm again, I’ll lose it.

Trudging up the countless stairs, you headed towards the voice, which—as you expected—was coming from somewhere near the owlery.

“Glielo porterai, vero, uccellino?” questioned the disembodied voice.

Just as you neared the top of the staircase, you heard a rush of wings and then silence. Clasping your wand, you muttered, “Homenum revelio,” casting a quick enchantment to verify the presence of another person in your vicinity. You felt someone just to your left.

Lucy Hurst, I swear to Merlin—

Crossing the threshold, you were met with a startled Theo rather than Lucy. A cigarette hung loosely from his lips. He looked ragged, dark circles resting under his eyes. A dour expression was settled over his features, quickly supplanted by his surprise at your appearance. “Che cazz—What are you doing up here, Y/n?”

Did he sound nervous?

Looking up at the tall Slytherin, you cocked your head, “I think that’s supposed to be my line, Theo. Considering you’re the one out after curfew, and all.”

“But you’re here with me, aren’t you?”

“Last I checked, you weren’t a prefect.”

He took a drag from his cigarette, a soft chuckle falling from his mouth. He stared off in the direction behind you, blowing out smoke, before replying, “Fair enough.” His usual fire was subdued, no quick quips in sight.

“You know, I could dock you house points for being out of bed and smoking.” Those tempestuous eyes met yours and seemed to sear you with the strength of their gaze.

“And here I was thinking we were such grand friends, Y/n. What happened to looking out for your potion partner, hm?” The smallest of smirks appeared on his lips, softened by the late hour and the night’s darkness.

“Oh, for Godric’s sake—”

“Didn’t realize hitting a guy while he’s down was your style. First, I fuck up the quidditch game and now I’m losing house points? Where’s your sympathy?”

Despite his attempts to make light of Slytherin’s loss that morning, you could tell it was biting at him. You’d seen Ron and Harry enough after a quidditch loss to know their sour moods afterwards were particularly unpleasant.

“Far as I know, quidditch is a team sport, Theo.” You clung to your cardigan, trying to keep warm as the night’s chill began to settle into your body. “Besides, you had a better record than Ron today. That’s got to count for something, right?”

Theo’s eyes seemed to brighten at your words, his feet shuffling infinitesimally closer to you. “Watching me, were you?”

That had heat rushing to your checks and left you sputtering. “Oh—I, well—you’re the one who—who said I should go!” Mirth seemed to dance on his face as your obvious flustered state.

Theo smiled, biting at his lip, “And you did.”

“Well, I mean—yeah.” Not wanting to look at Theo’s no-doubt teasing expression, you peered at his lithe hand holding the cigarette, his index finger tapping away the ashes ever so gently before returning it to his mouth.

Merlin's pants, that should not be as attractive as it is.

“You know, even in the muggle world we know cigarettes are bad for you. I’d reckon you were smarter than that.” Theo inhaled, before letting out a small breath of wispy white smoke.

He hummed, “Just needed to calm down for a bit. De-stress and all.” His response made you frown.

“There are better ways to de-stress, you know, ways that don’t pollute your lungs?”

“You’re kidding,” he deadpanned. With that, you began to pull away, walking towards the staircase leading away from the owlery. “Where are you headed off to?” he questioned from the top of the staircase.

Turning slightly, you continued downwards, calling over your shoulder, “To show you a better way.” He still stood there, looking at you with a blank expression. You paused your descent. “Are you coming, or are you just going to stand there looking—"

“Alright, alright! ‘M coming.”

“Don’t take that tone with me. I could still dock you points.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I so would.”

After countless twists and shortcuts through the labyrinth that was Hogwarts, you finally made it to the Kitchens with Theo in tow, looking confused as ever.

“You’ve brought me to the Kitchens? To what, clean?”

“Oh please, I’m not that cruel.” Theo’s eyebrows raised.

You just glared at him.

“Let me just see—ah! Dobby!” At the sound of his name, Dobby trotted over clad in a questionable multicolored fuzzy vest with matching socks. Having been freed from the Malfoy family, he had taken to indulging in vivid and…interesting fashion choices. He grinned at the sight of you, his smile only wavering a bit at the sight of the tall Slytherin standing just behind you.

“Miss Y/n! Dobby thinks you’re out a bit late, are you not? Dobby sees you’ve brought…a friend?” Crouching down to meet the house-elf’s short stature, you grasped his offered hand, bringing it into both of yours. During your time at Hogwarts, by way of your friendship with the Golden Trio, you had found yourself acquainted with the house-elf and formed a soft spot for him and his idiosyncrasies. On your escapades to the Kitchens, you often found yourself sitting with Dobby, enjoying a cup of tea together, while he regaled you with the latest developments of his newfound employment.

“Yes, Dobby. Theo, here, is a friend of mine.” Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as Theo stooped down and offered his hand as you had, to which Dobby heartily grasped it and grinned.

“Dobby is always happy to meet a friend of Miss Y/n’s!”

Returning Dobby’s grin, Theo responded, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dobby.”

“Now, Dobby, he is a Slytherin, but we’ll try to not hold that against him, won’t we? After all, we must set an example for them.” You tossed a teasing grin at Theo to which he rolled his eyes.

“Dobby would never, Miss, even if Dobby is not particularly fond of the Malfoys.”

Theo laughed, “Don’t worry, Dobby, I’m not particularly fond of them either.”

“Oh! Dobby likes him already!”

After a short chat with the house-elf, you brought Theo to a quieter corner of the Kitchens and away from the other house-elves milling about. Gesturing towards the stool beside you, you motioned at Theo to sit before the countertop.

“Are you planning to tell me what we’re doing here, or am I to remain in suspense?”

“Patience is a virtue, Theodore.”

“Do I look like a Hufflepuff to you?”

Snorting at Theo’s question, you waved your wand to delicately float a cookbook off a nearby shelf. Grasping its thick pages between your fingertips, you paused before turning toward him. “You’re Italian, right?”

“Figured that out, did you? What gave me away?” Choosing to ignore his sarcasm, you flipped through the text before landing on a faded recipe for torta della nonna, or grandmother’s cake.

“We’re going to bake a torte, if you must know.”

Theo stared at you for a few moments. “You’re messing with me.”

“I am not. There are better ways to de-stress, and baking is one of them. It’s a healthy distraction, and you get something sweet at the end.” You turned toward Theo who looked at you with an expression between confused and bewilderment. “Now then, go get me a saucepan.”

Soon enough, you had Theo whisking milk, egg yolks, vanilla, and a few more ingredients together to form a promising pastry cream while you worked on making the dough that would encapsulate the filling.

“I don’t understand why we’re not using wands to speed this up,” Theo mused as he flicked his wrist, stirring quickly to prevent the mixture from sticking to the bottom of the pan.

“Like I said,” you responded, kneading the dough into a uniform texture, “this isn’t about speed or ease.” You added a pinch of flour before continuing, “Besides, this is how my mum and I always do it.”

Theo’s eyes moved from the bubbling mixture to yours, a slight smile on his face, “Oh yeah?”

You nodded, grinning back at him. “Baking with my mom is one of the things I miss most when I’m at school. Before I even knew that I was a witch, I believed in magic because of my mum and her baking skills.” Theo laughed at that. “I’m serious! On some days, the only thing that could cheer me up were her chocolate chip cookies. I’m still not entirely convinced she didn’t include a drop of Elixir to Induce Euphoria somehow.”

“She’s a muggle?”

“Yep,” you answered, “Even after we learned I had magical abilities, she insisted we keep baking magic-free. Made it all the more special.” You smiled at the memory. “Did you ever bake with your mum, Theo?”

Your question caused a stiffening in the Slytherin’s body, eyes no longer meeting yours. “No.” His eyes closed for a moment, before letting out a sigh. “She died before we could do anything like that together.”

Your floured hands ceased their kneading as you turned towards him. “Theo—Merlin, I’m sorry. I didn’t even think when I asked—” You placed a hand on his shoulder in comfort.

“’S fine, really.” He turned toward you once more, sad eyes whose attention was drawn to your hand. “Though, I don’t think my sweater is fine, considering how you’ve just dirtied it.” In horror, you removed your hand only to see the dusty white handprint in its place. Groaning at your idiocy, you put your chalky hands on your face, only to realize your mistake.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

Theo’s laugh caused you to move your hands, glad to see that your foolishness had helped to lift the gloomy mood of your conversation. “I’ve got flour all over my face, haven’t I?”

Handing you a nearby kitchen towel, Theo chuckled, “Personally, I think you’ve never looked better.”

Grumbling, you made quick work of the flour on your face before pivoting your attention to the pastry cream. Stepping closer to Theo, you brought a finger to dip quickly into the custard before bringing it to your mouth to taste.

“Hm, it needs a tad bit more vanilla.”

Theo’s eyebrows furrowed before he grasped the cookbook in his hands, “But, I’ve already added in what the recipe called for.”

Chuckling at his perplexed expression, you grabbed the vial of vanilla extract before adding in a couple more drops.

“Theo, you’re just going to have to trust me on this—you can’t always go exactly by the book. You may be the best Potions student in our year, but I certainly know more about baking than you.”

“I may be?” Theo questioned, turning to you.

You paused your stirring before looking up at him, “Jury is still out on that one.” At your quip, Theo gazed at your face, a small smile gracing his lips, not saying anything. “What is it, have I still got flour on my face?” Your hand went to brush against your cheek, feeling for any remaining dust.

At your question, Theo broke out of his apparent reverie and cleared his throat. “No, no—‘s nothing.” He clapped his hands together. “What’s next?”

A little while later, you pulled a beautiful torte from the oven. It had a golden crust, sprinkled with pine nuts, that you had Theo dust with powdered sugar for the finishing touch. The pair of you sat as you skillfully cut into the delicacy, slicing a portion for Theo and yourself. Whatever remained would be left to the house-elves as a thank you for letting you occupy a small space of the Kitchens.

You eagerly watched as Theo bit into the dessert, impatient to see what he thought.

“Hm,” was all he offered in response.

“Hm?”

He swallowed before continuing, “It’s alright.”

Your jaw hinged open, so wide that if your mum was there, she would tell you to close it before you started to catch flies. “Just…alright?” you squeaked out.

Theo sighed, before a grin finally broke through his stony façade. “It’s delicious, Y/n. Truly.”

With an indignant scoff, you swatted him with a kitchen towel, to which he fruitlessly tried to defend himself and the torte. “You are such a wanker! And here I was trying to make you feel better!”

Theo chuckled, eagerly biting into his slice of the torte. “It’s great, really, but it’s just too easy to mess with you.”

You rolled your eyes, “You are awful.”

Theo’s eyes sparkled, “Downright incorrigible, honestly.”

Huffing, you bit into your own slice, content to enjoy your efforts and ignore the Slytherin beside you, until he bumped his shoulder into yours. “Thanks for this, Y/n. I mean it.”

Smiling, you gave him a bump back, “Anytime, Theo.”

Realizing the time, you and Theo both decided you’d better head back to your respective dormitories to at least attempt at sleep. Having dropped you off at the Fat Lady’s portrait, Theo walked toward the dungeons. You couldn’t help but watch his retreating form, feeling a certain tightness and warmth in your chest that you were too tired to question. With a stupid smile on your face, you muttered “Fortuna major,” before quietly stepping into the Gryffindor common room.

Clambering up the stairs and shuffling toward your room, you opened the creaky mahogany door as gently as possible, slinking towards your bed. Thankfully, your dormmates seemed none the wiser to your late arrival from prefect rounds. Shucking off your clothes, you nimbly changed into your pajamas in the dark, only managing to stub your toe once. Eager to slump into bed, your eyes almost missed the wrapped package sitting on your comforter, tied up with string.

Another gift? Already?

…Not that I’m complaining.

Trying to wipe the sleep from your eyes, you brought the package under your blanket with you, muttering a quick, “Lumos,” to see the damned thing. Fingers fumbling in exhaustion, you finally managed to get it open to see a matching scarf and gloves, woven from a luxurious-feeling cashmere wool and dyed a stunning shade of cranberry. At the end of the scarf, towards the fringe, you found your initials embroidered in a soft white. You rubbed the fabric between your fingers, treasuring its softness.

As was custom, you searched for the signature piece of parchment, which was tucked into the crinkled tissue paper. Opening it, you couldn’t fight the smile that graced your weary face.

Y/N,

Hopefully these can help you stay warm, darling.

Yours,

Teddy

If it weren’t for the late hour and your dormmates slumbering in such close quarters, you think you might have squealed and melted into a puddle of mush with the warmth coursing through you. Nixing the light coming from your wand, you placed the latest gift on your nightstand, gingerly touching the cloth one last time. Closing your eyes, you drifted off to sleep at last, a smile on your slumbering face.

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Vulnera Sanentur [Weasley twins x reader]

Part 3

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

Title: Vulnera Sanentur

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley {established relationship}

Timeline: DH1- set during the battle of the seven potters. Canon and certain plot points have been altered for the needs of the story.

Summary: The battle of the seven Potters throws your world into chaos when one of your boyfriend’s is cursed. As Snape’s ex-potions assistant and previous protégée, you recognise the inflicted curse immediately and demand answers from your mentor.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of war and Voldy, descriptions of injury and blood, descriptive smut, p in v sex, shower sex, tension. Outside sex. Semi public sex. None sexual nudity. Crying. Snape has a soft spot for reader. Arguments. Probably some cursing. Mentions of nightmares. Reader is part of the Order of the Phoenix. Mentions of death (Dumbledore). Mentions of Tonks’ pregnancy. Not spellchecked nor beta read, we die like Madeye.

With a loud clack you were gone and appeared only moments later in a small, deserted park, surrounded by metal railings and vacant benches, knowing you had to be safe and not go straight to your destination. You set off on your little walk and in no time at all you were facing Grimmauld Place. With a flourish of you wand and a wordless charm, the building began to rumble and pull back, sliding out between the next door residences that were totally black in the dead of night until number 12 was clearly visible.

"Homenum revelio," you cast as you walked through the door, looking down at the slightly illuminated hallway, the dark walls and grotesquely gothic architecture making you feel a little more than uneasy but you couldn't allow yourself to be frightened now. Nothing happened from your spell and you realised you were entirely alone in the property, an sigh of relief falling from your lips at the revelation.

"Lumos," you said quietly as you walked deeper into the safe house, illuminated wand guiding your way, walking directly up the creaking staircase towards the third room on the right, the bedroom you'd been sharing with Fred and George only a year ago. You prayed it was still here.

You didn't divert from your path and immediately crouched down towards the small round rug in the centre of the room as you entered your old bedroom and peeled back the rug to check the floorboards beneath it. Knocking three times, then two, and saying a muffled 'revelio', you watched as the floorboard popped up out of its socket just as it had been enchanted to do. You pulled the floorboard away and smirked to yourself as you saw the very thing you'd hidden all that time ago, still in perfect condition. The marauders map.

During your last year at Hogwarts, Harry had spent an agonising amount of time following Draco on the map, so much so that it was becoming detrimental to his school work, his sleep and his life. You and Hermione had both decided to remove the map from his possession, knowing the risks that the map held if it were to get into the wrong hands and so you'd each vowed to hide the map with only the pair of you knowing it's hiding place.

Pulling the map from its confines, you uttered the words you'd heard Fred and George say so many times before and right in front of your eyes the words appeared, brown ink bleeding onto the page.

I solemnly swear I am up to no good.

It took mere seconds for you to locate exactly what you were looking for, spotting the singular name on the map exactly where you'd predicted it to be. The climax of your plan could now take place.

You realised that this whole step of the plan could have been avoided but you wanted to make sure that the figure you followed on the map was exactly where you'd planned them to be, no doubt slipping into your determination.

"Mischief managed," you uttered, tapping it once with your wand and the writing began to fade away, leaving the parchment bare once again. You quickly stuffed it into the hole and replaced the floorboard, uttering the enchantment you'd placed upon it and exited the house completely. As you left, the creaking of the metal and rumble of the bricks faded into the background as the house fought to conceal itself once again.

You walked quickly back to the park and with a quick glance around to determine no one was around, you disapparated straight to your next destination.

Hogsmeade was notoriously cold early in the morning, in fact you'd called it the coldest place in the U.K. numerous times over the years and as your feet landed on the dewy ground, you had to hold back a shiver. Your stomach lurched as you landed, the multiple apparitions and disapparitions taking their toll on your body but you pressed on, wanting to get this over with.

You'd apparated just outside the border of the anti-disapparation jinx that was placed upon Hogwarts and the surrounding grounds, knowing the range of the jinx from a side along apparition you'd undertaken with Snape two years ago to collect ingredients for his personal store.

You trudged around a deserted Hogsmeade in the darkness using only your memory to guide you and appeared around the back of the only illuminated shop in the entire village; Honeydukes.

They were notorious for baking their homemade treats overnight, prepared fresh for the morning trade the next day. Fred had told you a while back that all their deliveries were made in the early morning as to have everything on hand for the busy morning rush; something he'd seen firsthand when him and George had been to visit a vacant unit in Hogsmeade after store close back when they considered expanding before putting that plan on hold. All it would take was a carefully timed entry through the small cellar door and you'd be on your way to your last destination. As you crouched in the darkness, concealed by the shadows of the nearby shops, you mentally wished that you'd managed to acquire Harry's invisibility cloak for your mission but there was no going back now.

As one worker excited the back door, leaving it swung right open, you ran in and rounded the corner, running straight down the back stairs that lead to the cellar, a route you'd taken many times with your boyfriends in your school years. With a quick look around, you lifted the slab and slipped into the passageway, carefully replacing the stone slab behind you. You breathed out a large breath and cast a light spell so that you could see, quickly making your way through the hidden passage that led to Hogwarts.

It was freezing and damp in the passageway and you briefly pined for the company of your boyfriends as you walked the long distance towards the castle. You took the time to consider how you were going to do this but quickly put it out of your mind, realising that your anger was your greatest weapon in this instance.

You finally appeared at the alcove behind the one eyed witch statue and expertly made your way around it like you had many times before, finding yourself in the deserted great staircase. Only once you'd breached the castle did the overwhelming sense of danger register with you. If Snape had turned in his allegiance, you could be in serious danger, coming face to face with a death eater, the same one that you knew had cursed your boyfriend so severely. The very thought of George lay there covered in his own blood and looking so gravely ill made the adrenaline inside you surge and suddenly you didn't feel fear anymore.

You marched directly over to the headmaster's tower, reaching the concealed gargoyle staircase that led to Dumbledore's office, or rather Snape's office now.

"Sherbet lemon," you said, expecting the staircase to appear but the Gargoyle you had seemed to disrupt from slumber suddenly cursed you out for getting it wrong. You hadn't considered that Snape would change the password, though of course it made sense.

"But, Dumbledore," you began to argue until falling silent only a moment later as the staircase opened up and slowly unfurled, making you momentarily frown in confusion.

Taking a deep breath, you ascended the moving stone staircase until you were met with the closed door to the office. You considered knocking, but thought better of it and burst through the doors, directly facing the man who had betrayed your trust.

He was sat at his desk, eyes wide open as he looks upon the indignant intrusion, first with a glare of complete outrage before it transformed into confusion and from what you could see, guilt, as he realised it was you that had stormed into his office.

It was the first time you'd seen him since the news that he had killed Dumbledore that night on the astronomy tower had spread around members of the order, though it was not known to the general public. Years of bonding and working closely together, of building something that could be described as friendship now felt fragmented and broken as you stepped into the office, your anger consuming you at his attack on George.

"Y/n," he says, rising from his seat, casting aside the book he'd been reading on the desk without thought.

"Save it," you spat out, your fury building within you as you slammed the door behind you closed with a resounding bang. You looked at him in pure disgust, with such hatred in your eyes that you could almost see his shoulders sagging under the force of your gaze. Clearly he had not expected you, nor had he expected to be on the receiving end of your fury.

"How could you?" You said, already raising your voice as the emotion overwhelms you, the memories from the formative years of you working hard under his initial harsh scrutiny, the slightly odd but important bond you'd formed, your important role working as his assistant and the time you'd shared together. "I trusted you!"

"Then you are a fool," he says quickly with a cold, dismissive tone, averting his gaze from you.

"Don't play that with me, you should know it doesn't work headmaster," you retort warningly, the last word dripping from your mouth with loaded sarcastic aggression.

You'd been used to his cold and harsh exterior, had seen it weaponised and utilised for his benefit many times before but you knew the real Snape, the intelligent and warm man underneath.

He turns and casts a few spells with a flourish of his wand that leads you to believe they are strong silencing charms as a translucent barrier forms around the room, as if keeping your conversation isolated.

"I had to watch the man I love be carried in, completely limp and haemorrhaging blood knowing there it was you that cursed him. He could have died Severus!"

"You have no proof it was me-" he begins to say, still keeping his hardened resolve, deflecting your accusations but it only infuriates you more, tears beginning to well in your eyes as the emotions overcome you completely as you interrupt his pathetic denial.

"No? I was there that night with you and Draco, remember?" You say hatefully, "I saw how that curse slashed Draco apart, the very same curse Harry found in your own copy of advanced potion making,

Sectumsempra."

For the first time since entering his office, Snape turned to look at you in shock, realising now that you knew all along. "You really believe the person that has worked with you closely and tirelessly over the years would fail to recognise your handwriting?"

He falls silent as he takes in your words, which prompts you to continue your verbal assassination.

"I saw the very same slash marks on George's head, I knew that curse could only have come from you. Funny how you knew exactly what incantation to use to heal the marks when it was an entirely unheard of curse! Do I mean that little to you that you'd go so far as to curse the ear off the man I love?! I thought we were... friends." A singular tear fell from your eye as the anguish inside you disappeared, leaving only sadness and betrayal.

He remains silent for a moment and you prepare yourself to walk out, realising this was a pointless and fruitless endeavour. Just as you turn to walk away, his quiet voice cuts through the silent, tension filled room, pausing your movement. It appears that your words and willingness to leave had broken his resolve, the truth finally coming out.

"It was never meant for George," he says quietly, not meeting your eyes. "There's so much of this you do not and cannot know but you must understand it was never my intention to hurt him, it was a miscalculation in logistics. I saw a masked one aim at Lupin and Weasley and I retaliated in kind, but it all moved so fast, the curse bounded towards him and I was powerless to stop it."

He turns to you then, looking directly into your eyes with a sadness that seemed to reach his soul.

"And to answer your question, your friendship means everything to me, you mean very much to me."

"Severus," you breath out, listening to his explanation and finding yourself believing him, though you tried to resist.

"You've always overlooked my predisposition for life's negativity, shown me kindness that no one else has in a very long time, like a beacon of goodness in what seems a lifetime of darkness and solitude. I value our friendship a great deal."

He looks up at you once again, focusing his complete attention on you.

"I'm sorry that George was hurt, it was very much never my intention. How is he?"

"Alive," you say, feeling suddenly exhausted by the journey and your emotions as you perch yourself on the edge of the chair. He nods solemnly just once, eyes lingering over you as an awkward silence falls between you both. There's so much that isn't said between you, of friendship and war and questions of loyalty, but all of those go unsaid.

"You're no longer on our side are you?" You said quietly after a moment, slowly looking up into his emotion filled eyes as you keep your tone neutral and unaccusing. You'd surmised as much, though you were loathe to actually believe it even after the events of the previous day which you assumed could only have been down to him. He had leaked the information to Voldemort, you were now sure if it. Mundungus might have had questionable morals but he wasn't brave enough to supply the death eaters with information, he'd have been too cowardly, which only left the one order member that wasn't present or assisting with the removal of Harry.

He blinks slowly and you can almost physically see him deflate as he looks into your eyes with a piercing intensity, not wanting to answer your question.

"I should go," you say, looking at the patterns in the stone floor. You don't hear a reply but you can envision him nodding in reply and so you move to stand, straightening out your jacket.

"Use the floo, Hogsmeade is no longer safe if not accompanied," he says, gesturing vaguely towards the fireplace in the corner. With a wave of his hand, the fireplace immediately ignites into green tinted flames, ready for your exit.

"Y/n," Severus says, stepping closer to you with uncharacteristic hesitation before you can step into the fire. He looks plagued, like he wants to say so much but can't for whatever reason.

"I'm sorry it has to be this way, I hope one day you will understand and find it in yourself to forgive me."

You're briefly taken aback by his words, finally realising that from this point onwards you would no longer have the relationship you had always had, you'd be natural enemies on either side of a budding war. His words felt like a final goodbye and you bit the inside of your cheek to prevent tears from forming in your eyes once again.

"I hope you can forgive yourself, and I don't just mean for George. I hope one day you realise that you're a good man and finally see yourself the same way I have always seen you. Goodbye Severus."

Your eyes remain locked on each other for a few moments, sad eyes meeting as you part ways, both physically and emotionally. You take a handful of floo powder and with one last look at your now ex-friend, you speak loudly and clearly into the fire, 'Diagonal Alley' before the fire consumed you and you're transported to the Leaky Cauldron, just as you had envisioned in your mind, knowing their fireplace would be one of the few open for all use even at this time of night, or rather early morning. You exit the deserted Inn and exited onto the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley, walking absently until you were directly outside your boyfriends' shop.

You wheezed and caught your breath as you stood looking up at the shop, guilt niggling at you as you thought of how you couldn't go straight to the Burrow, sensing that it would give Snape the advantage of knowledge that you could no longer entrust him with, if he hadn't known already.

You walked to the door of the shop and cast the charm to unlock the door, the specific spell that Fred had created that was specific to this lock and acted as an anti-unlocking charm that couldn't be penetrated by alohamora or even the more creative unlocking spells. Once inside, you pointed your wand at the lock and cast the charm to lock the door before closing your eyes and with tired determination, you climbed the stairs until you reached the flat you lived in upstairs with Fred and George.

Fred had cast a anti-apparition jinx in the shop and the surrounding areas that they owned as a precaution and right at this moment you were mentally cursing his efforts, feeling exhausted, though apparating your current state would be incredibly dangerous anyway, the tiredness in your body and mind would most likely have gotten you splinched.

You entered your flat and immediately grabbed a glass of water, taking a seat at the kitchen table, feeling suddenly very alone without the usual company of one or both of your loves, the flat seeming empty and without life. You needed to get back before sunrise and you maybe only had an hour before the sun would begin to peak over the lowest points on the horizon so you quickly went into the bathroom to relieve yourself and wash your face, changing your clothes on the way back through.

In your note to the twins, you'd lied and stated that you needed something from home and would be nipping back to get it so you moved a couple of things around on the coffee table and kitchen, as if you'd been searching for something before walking to the bedroom you all shared and pulled out your jewellery box, reaching for the locket they had bought you on your 17th birthday. Inside was a picture of each of them, Fred on the left and George on the right you'd taken at the Yule ball all those years ago.

You'd realised during the wait for the order to return that you'd forgotten to pack it and you knew the twins wouldn't question you going back for it, knowing how sentimental you were about this particular piece, making it the perfect rouse.

Stepping towards the fire, you yawned and cast one last spell to connect the floo, seeing green flames once again rising. You thought about Severus and felt a pang of sadness hit you but you carried on regardless, feeling more than ready to crawl into bed with your boyfriends again.

Hagrid, still sleeping soundly on the floor, no doubt knocked out by his firewhiskey intake, didn't even flinch as the flames surged in the fireplace as you returned to the Burrow, feeling exhausted. Your confrontation with Snape had been tiresome but cathartic and though there was so much that went unsaid, you were pleased overall with how things had gone. You were exhausted in both body and mind but somehow you didn't feel tired, at least not tired enough to sleep. You considered making a cup of tea but with another look at a snoring Hagrid, you decided it was best not to.

You trudged up the staircase, mindfully stepping in a perfected sequence that avoided all the creaking steps and noisy floorboards until you reached the door to your boyfriends' room. You gently twisted the door handle and crept inside the mostly dark room, the essence of first light creeping in over the hills.

Immediately, you felt yourself engulfed into a large figure and had to hold back a scream at the sudden movement, realising only when the voice whisper yelled at you that it was Fred.

"Where the bloody hell have you been?" He asks in a harsh whisper and you freeze, realising with one single glance at his face that you'd never seen him look so worried before.

"Had to get my necklace," you said, your gut dropping as you lied to the man you loved, feeling more than uneasy about it. To solidify your lie, you reached into your pocket and pulled out your locket to show him. He visibly took a deep breath and pulled you deep into his chest.

"Next time let me go with you, I was so worried," he says, holding you tightly in his arms. You simply nodded and allowed yourself to melt into his embrace. "He woke up, asked for you."

Suddenly your guilt felt immeasurable, not being here for your other love. "Said you'd nipped to help mum, didn't want him worrying too."

"I'm sorry Freddie," you said with full honesty, feeling ashamed.

"You're back now," he says, stroking your back, keeping you pressed into him. "You must be tired."

"Not really," you admitted. Exhausted and weary yes but you could sleep if you were paid to.

"Want to go to our spot? He'll be knocked out for a few hours now, mum topped him up with some sleeping potion," he says, gesturing towards George who is evidentially deep asleep, mouth hanging wide open and breathing deeply and steadily from what you can see over Fred's wide shoulders.

"Lead the way Weasley," you say with a smile and he steps out of the room towards the top of the staircase and with two perfectly synchronised cracks, you apparate to the spot in the forest behind the burrow you'd claimed as your own years ago.

He took your hand as soon as you'd landed and lead you further into the clearing, stopping only briefly to help you over the little wooden stump and logs that created a barrier around your spot. You each sit around the fire that Fred starts with a flourish of his wand, sitting on the larger logs around it.

"I want to feel normal again," he says quietly a little later on as you sit in silence, Fred's wand enchanting some of flames to idly play with them as you watched the sun very slowly begin to creep higher in the sky, though it was hidden by the vast number of trees around you, keeping you mostly in the dark. You turn to him with concern, seeing his eyes blankly staring at the fire, his face expressionless.

"Seeing George like that, then waking up without you there, I've never felt so lost in my life," he says.

"Freddie," you begin to apologise, feeling overwhelmed by guilt again until he shakes his head.

"I'm just so used to always having one of you there, if not both. It's never been just me, always been 'the twins' or Gred and Forge and then you came along and we became a three. For the first time tonight I had a glimpse of being alone, completely alone without you both and it was unbearable."

"You're not alone, me and George will always be there," you say, shuffling closer to him to take his hand.

"We don't know what will happen, if something happens in the war and I lose you both," he begins to say.

"Then we'll still always be with you," you say firmly, squeezing his hand to force him to look up at you which he does.

He gazes at you for what seems like forever, as if he's searching your face for something before he leans in and kisses you with surprising intensity. You kiss him back just as feverishly, your body igniting under his touch as his hand creeps up into your hair to hold you to him. His tongue licks into your mouth and massages your own tongue as his other hand begin to wander.

"I need to feel you," he says breathlessly and desperately against your lips, never quite pulling away from you, "please sweetheart, let me feel you here with me."

"Freddie, yes," you say in reply, just as breathless as he. You sense a primal need in his desperate plea and can't deny him, nor did you want to. Much to how open you had both been during your shower earlier, you couldn't help but feel the pure connection between the two of you, the desperate need for comfort in the way only you could provide.

He blindly reached for his wand, still fixed to your lips and cast a spell against your lips that made a large blanket appear, a spell you recognised him creating a few years back when you'd pulled him right here to this spot for some alone time.

The past 24 hours had been a whirlwind of emotion, loss and pain. When George had been cursed, he became your primary focus and after he was healed, you'd been hell bent on getting answers if not revenge from your ex-friend and mentor, overlooking Fred and the torment you'd endured having to wait for his return, knowing he was in danger too.

You wrapped yourself around eachother, a tangle of passionate, sloppy kisses and wandering hands as you desperately clawed at each others clothes, needing to feel each other's warm skin and beating heart against your own.

Fred ripped off your shirt and wasted no time in lifting your bra up above your breasts so that he could bend down and suck on them, both of you finding comfort in the sensation of his lips sucking at your nipples as he briefly fiddled with the clasp before throwing the garment to one side, never once pausing his assault of your sensitive nipples. You had already tore away his sleep shirt and then pulled at his pyjama bottoms to feel him naked beside you. Your jeans were shimmied off somewhere along the way and your panties were physically ripped from your body at the waistband and thrown into the distance, leaving the both of you completely bare.

"Freddie, need you, don't make me wait," you said breathlessly, pulling away from his ravishing lips, feeling them connect to your neck almost as soon as you'd began talking.

"But," he begins to protest, his hand creeping down between your thighs to test how ready you were for him, not wanting to hurt you.

"I'm ready, fuck please I need you," you begged, opening your legs further as if to beckon him to you. You heard him groan as your words, capturing your nipple between his lips once more as he shifts to move between your legs, his muscular arms bulging either side of your head as he shifts into position, needing to see your face. He kisses you again and you feel the evidence of his arousal pressing into the crease of your groin before he pulls back to adjust himself and take hold of his cock with one hand and slides into you slowly and carefully. You both erupt in moans as you feel him sink into you, not stopping until you were taking nearly every inch of his thickness.

"Fuck, y/n," he groans, slowly pulling out of you before crashing his hips back into yours, making you throw your head back in pure pleasure, feeling his cock stretching you out and filling you in all the right ways. His eyes are clenched tightly shut as his mouth opens on its own accord as he begins to rock back and forth into you, building up to a slow but forceful rhythm.

Your legs wrap around his hips as your hand begin to grab at his wide shoulders, pulling him further into you as he reaches down to kiss you passionately once again. His hips speed up and he finally gives you what you want, both of you moaning once again at the change of angle, feeling him hit the deepest parts of you which makes you gasp and moan out his name.

It's primal and desperate as your bodies meld together, never really pulling apart even as his hips rock in and out of you with pure need. Neither of you can hold back your cries of pleasure, moaning each other's name and verbal curses echoing through the woods as he pounds into you. Suddenly needing something new, you place your hands on his chest and as he pauses his rhythm, you force him into his back and begin to ride him with all the strength you have left over. His big hands immediately lock onto your hips, guiding you and helping with your movements as he looks up at you with adoration in his eyes and mouth agape. His eyes are fixed onto your bouncing breasts and you make no move to conceal yourself as you bounce on his cock, hips bucking wildly and your hair falling over your shoulders. You steady yourself on his thighs as you lean back, giving him the perfect view of your bodies meeting and his cock disappearing in and out of you and he roars with arousal at the sight, hips thrusting upwards to fuck up into you as you both near your end.

Suddenly, his right hand reaches up to cup the back of your neck and he forcefully pulls you down onto him to kiss you again, sloppy kisses and teasing tongues as you lay chest to chest, his hips pounding into now. His other hand grins your hip and he lets out a loud groan against your lips as you feel him cumming. You're powerless to move as he holds you in place, fucking up into you with abandon and the sensation of him overpowering you hurtles you towards your own finish, your walls squeezing his twitching cock as you cum together, feeling his warm seed flood you from the inside.

As your orgasm ebbs away, the tingling sensation fading slowly, the world around you seemed to fade back into your conscious again. You looked down at Fred and saw him lay with his eyes closed, a peaceful look on his face with just the hint of a smirk tugging at the left side of his lips as his hands caressed your skin where he'd been holding you. His eyes slowly fluttered open a moment later and he looked up at you with love in his eyes, a look that you were certain was mirrored in your own.

You lifted your hips gently and his softening cock slipped out of you, both of you groaning in sensitivity at the sensation as you felt some of his load slipping out of you with the movement.

"I needed that," you half chuckled as you bent down and rested your head on his shoulder, legs extending either side of him so that you were essentially lay on top of him, which he was only happy to accommodate.

"Me too princess," he smirks, running his hand over your naked back. "We should get dressed, don't want you getting cold."

You dressed quickly with whatever clothes had survived your mass, frantic scrummage earlier. Fred ended up having to give you his sleep shirt as he'd literally ripped your T-shirt apart and your jeans chafed your bum uncomfortably as your panties were also beyond repair, leaving you without.

The sun had risen almost completely now, noticing as soon as you walked out of the tree line and you had no doubt that Molly would be up soon, delegating chores to every unsuspecting resident and guest. You wanted to be back with George, hopefully before he woke and so you both walked back and crept into the house, walking tiredly towards the twins bedroom where George was still sound asleep.

You took a moment to look at him, smiling and grimacing briefly as you saw the little puddle of drool that had formed on his pillow and the little snores he was omitting.

"I'll tell mum you've been brewing some healing potion all night," Fred says as you slip off your jeans, leaving you in just Freddie's T-shirt as you both slip into the small bed beside George's as Fred tucks the duvet around you both and pulls you into him so that you can cuddle into his chest. "At least you'll get some more sleep."

"Thank you Freddie, love you," you say sleepily, true tiredness hitting you immediately as you snuggled down into the soft covers.

"I love you too princess, so much," he says with a kiss to your head before your eyes close and you cuddle down into him, feeling sleep already taking over you.

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ps-cactus · 2 months ago

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My MC-related posts

Screenshots collection

Memes collection

Fanfiction (short stories, oneshots)

#Amberlyn Salters #Amberlyn x Ominis

Introduction post - small and big facts about past, present and future

Q&As: partner, backstory, drunk MC, modern MC, biggest heartbreak, most traumatic thing, ancient magic, MC inspo, opinion on keepers, unforgivables, turning in seb, Biggest regret, accomplishments, ancient magic headcanons - ted talk, hair explained, coffee shop AU

Art: nine HL MCs, cute watercolour

Hanging out with 💖MCs💖: #Alyn and friends

Mostly I take pictures of:

「 ✦ Amberlyn (MC) ✦ 」

「 ✦ Ominis Gaunt ✦ 」

「 ✦ Sebastian Sallow ✦ 」

But also have a bit of:

[ Poppy Sweeting ] [ Garreth Weasley ]

[ Natsai Onai ] [ Leander Prewett ]

[ Imelda Reyes ] [ Sebinis ]

curious vfx: focus potion, focus potion 2, lumos, draft revelio

🌈 series: Seb, Omi, Natty, Leander, Amit, Imelda

tag me if you use any of these ⬆️ 🫶

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Crossovers: HL x BG3, x Friends with Ominis

🔳 Oneshots:

ROOTED – Sebastian Sallow & GN!Reader & Ominis Gaunt

Summary: You died. Here is what happens after a short while.

tags and warnings: no smut, no obvious romance, however - established relationship, unreliable narrator, haunting atmosphere, mystery, dark magic, death and resurrection, identity loss and confusion, obsession, (a bit of) predatory instincts, survival instincts, blood, symbolism

🔲 Post canon SFW stories about my MC and other canon and original characters, covering 6th and 7th years at Hogwarts. Adventures, magic theories, first love (f!MCxOminis). You don't need to read them in this order, so I don't give them numbers. But the chronology is as follows:

Darkness Comes At Dawn aka DCAD - completed - AO3, Wattpad - 46k words

Some other tags: Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Flirting, Post-Canon, Self-Discovery, Self-Doubt, Falling In Love, Friendship, Secret Crush, Friendship/Love, Friends to Lovers, Slow Build, Sebastian and Anne are not at school Summary: Amberlyn and Sebastian's last conversation ended in bitter anger, leaving them estranged and unable to stand each other. However, she didn't expect "never seeing you again" to truly mean forever. As she begins a new year at Hogwarts, after an utterly awful summer thanks to the Ministry, Alyn discovers something beyond solace in the supportive yet cautious Ominis, feeling a building affection. Or does her anxiety make her imagine things? At the same time, some disturbing rumours and Sebastian's sudden appearance pull three of them (and many others) into dealing with an alarmingly unique form of ancient magic.

Shades Of Siver Lining - WIP, ao3, wattpad my estimate is 11 chapters, ~35k words

I cover and explain all important points from DCAD so you don't have to read it before this one.

Other tags: Adventure & Romance, Slow Romance, Teen Romance, Teen Angst, Eventual Fluff, Protective Ominis Gaunt, Good Friend Sebastian Sallow, Mental Health Issues, traumatized teens, Hogwarts Sixth Year, Room of Requirement (Harry Potter), Legends and Myths, Ancient Magic (Hogwarts Legacy), First weeks dating, Gaunt Family - Freeform, Sebastian and Anne are not at school

Summary: The new term was supposed to be much better for Alyn: Sebastian is no longer in danger, her relationship with Ominis is growing comfortably clear, and she’s learning to control the strange ancient magic within her. But new and old threats are closing in again. What forces are truly at play, threatening to shatter her fragile remains of peace? Is it Sebastian's latest dangerous research, or Aurors still investigating her magic, or even Ominis, who is ready to even face his painful past to protect the girl who means more to him with each passing day?

Nightmares Wide Awake (working title) - WIP, drafts stage

My take on why MC would be mentioned in all archives as "Unknown student 1890". Some events during MC's seventh year, the year Hogwarts was suddenly on the brink of closure.

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elliebyrrdwrites · 5 months ago

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Dramione Drabble, 2

Draco was still trembling. He hadn’t stopped trembling since the moment he watched Granger fall to the ground, limp and lifeless.

Draco never claimed to be a good man. But when he acted, he did so with his entire being.

So, he had meant it when he had killed that man. The same man who had sent the killing curse into Grangers back.

The trembling increased then.

He felt chilled. The kind of cold that settled deep in the bones and sent an ache into every muscle of your body.

Along with it came despair. Like he had fallen into a deep well of nothingness. Like he had been buried alive with now way of clawing himself free.

He knew that his decisions would have consequences. He knew that when he brought her back to life, something would change.

But, really. He didn’t care. Because he had just watched her die. And life didn’t make sense anymore. So, on that moment, Draco had done what he had deemed necessary.

And when she took that first breath that was more like a choke and a gasp garbled up into one, Draco knew he had made the right choice. Even as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she struggled to keep going, even as he held her.

When she fell unconscious again, Draco freaked out. She was alive but unresponsive. And when he took her into St. Mungos, he lied. He didn’t tell them that she had been hit with the killing curse, squarely in the back. No, he told them that it was some mysterious curse that had caused her to stop breathing.

Only for a couple of minutes.

The staff were puzzled, because she seemed fine. She just wouldn’t wake up.

Potter and Weasley showed up immediately upon being called and interrogated him, relentlessly. Weasley was fuming, furious and grief stricken.

“What did you do to her?” He had bellowed in the middle of the waiting room of St. Mungos.

“Ron,” Potter muttered, placing a hand onto his shoulder.

Draco didn’t bother replying because he had, ultimately, done something to her. But he wasn’t the one to kill her.

“What happened?” Potter’s voice was gentle. He was not oblivious to Draco’s trembling hands, or the distress on his face as he paced in front of him.

Weasley was standing, red faced and teary eyed, though they were full of hate more than pain.

“I told you,” Draco scowled, forcing anger to mask the panic that was restlessly pushing against his chest. “That wizard came out of nowhere. The house looked empty, we couldn’t detect any humans on the premise.” And that was true. Hermione had cast the Homenum Revelio herself.

But the assailant had either fooled them, or entered after Draco and Hermione had entered. He took the back exit, while she took the front. Draco raked through the back yard and the garage before he entered the kitchen. Hermione popped in for a second before turning around to check another room.

That’s when the dark haired wizard emerged from the shadows. He was grinning like a cat and his wand was pointed directly at her.

Before Draco could throw an Expelliarmus, a green jet of light shot directly into Hermione’s back.

But Draco told Potter that, “He shot a curse at her before I could disarm him.”

“What curse?” Ron asked again, begging Draco to just tell him the truth.

He didn’t. “I don’t know! I’ve...I’ve never seen it before, Weasley. She just fell to the floor!” He gave little truths. Like the fact that she had stopped breathing. He told them that truth before he told a lie. “I stupified the assailant and ran to Granger’s side. He must have hit his temple on the corner of the kitchen counter.”

In reality, Draco had disarmed him and had personally slammed his head into the counter. And then he Avada’d him as he lay twitching, clinging onto his own life while Hermione lay lifeless on the floor.

And then, “I performed CPR on her and she started breathing again.” He said, staring at the floor. He didn’t tell them that she hadn’t just stopped breathing for a couple of minutes.

Hermione Granger had died. She was dead for more than ten minutes before Draco managed to bring her back. It was risky, it might not have even worked.

But, it did.

And now Draco was terrified. Not that he had succeeded. Because she was alive and she was still her. Aside from the change of her eye color, she seemed to be the same brilliant, kind-hearted witch he had fallen in love with.

No, Draco was terrified of what she might say when she finds out how he managed to bring her back from the dead. Because it was wrong, obviously, it was wrong on so many levels.

But it felt right to do it at the time.

It still felt right. Because she was alive! And now she was awake and staring at him with concern as she held her hand against his face. She was warm and alive and felt like she always did; warm and bright and soft.

They had become close over the last two years. And she was good. So good that at first when they started to work together, it had made him sick. But she started to slowly work her way deep into his heart, into his soul and now he was hers.

But now? Now she was his and he was most definitely hers in every sense of the word. She didn’t know it, and he had a feeling that she would slap him if she realized how much he had violated their friendship. She might even hate him.

He could take the slap, had welcomed it, even! But for her to go back to hating him? It felt like the end of the world. It felt like the despair that threatened to pull him into the great big void of nothingness.

“Malfoy,” Granger whispered, leaning even closer. She smelled as sterile as the hospital and Draco wished to take her out of here, to take her back to her flat, so she can bathe in her own scents. The ones he had come to associate with her bright warmth. Tropical flavors like coconut and mango.

“What’s wrong?” Her hand flattened against his cheek as she tried to lift his face to hers.

He laughed and it was full of sorrow, devoid completely of any humor. “You died, that’s what's wrong.”

“But you saved me.”

He shook his head. She pressed her other hand into his other cheek and stopped him. “I didn’t save you, Granger. I brought you back to life. That wizard used the killing curse.” He whispered, eyes glancing to the door of her hospital room.

“Are you sure? Malfoy, if he had Avada’d me, I wouldn’t be here. There is no coming back from that one.” She was trying to calm him down but it wasn’t working because she wasn’t getting it. She was not understanding what he was trying to tell her without actually telling her.

“No, I’m certain.” He nodded his head, and her warm hands remained on him. Her warmth was seeping into his skin, healing him. Slowly repairing what was taken from him due to the effects of what he had done.

There were voices approaching. Potter and Weasley.

Draco panicked. He grabbed her hands and pressed them between his own. “Don’t tell them,” He begged. “Do not tell them about the Killing Curse. They don’t know.”

“What?” Her eyebrows pulled in tight to meet as her now pale eyes scanned his face.

“It was some mysterious curse, okay?” He gingerly placed her hands into her lap. “Nobody knows what it was, or what it did to you.”

“Malfoy, what are you talking about?”

“Just, please, Granger. Please do not mention anything I just told you.”

“You’re worrying me.”

“I know, I’m sorry, just.” He removed his hands from hers and sat back in the chair, putting distance between their bodies. “Please?”

Weasley entered first, and his eyes immediately went to Hermione before sliding over to Draco. Still too close for the red head’s comfort. So, Draco stood and grabbed his coffee.

“Hermione,” Potter said her name with a sigh of relief and his shoulders visibly fell. “Thank Merlin you’re awa-” He paused as the two wizards moved forward. “What happened to your eyes?”

Weasley blanched. “Blimey, ‘Mione.” He chuckled nervously. “You look like a zombie.”

Draco scowled over at him and Hermione sighed. “Well, it’s nice to see you too, Ronald. Thanks.” And with a roll of her eyes, she looked down at her hands.

“I think they look cool,” Potter shrugged and quickly took the chair Draco had vacated. “Makes you look mysterious.” He paused and pursed his lips before glancing up at Draco. “Kinda like Malfoy, actually.”

Weasley peered closer at her as he moved to the foot of her bed, before turning to to peer into Draco’s eyes.

Draco twitched, uncomfortably, and frowned. “Stop that.”

“Actually,” Weasley drawled as he looked back and forth between the two of them. “They look exactly like Malfoy’s eyes.”

Hermione looked up. Their eyes met and Draco felt it, then. He didn’t know if Hermione did, or if she ever would because it wasn’t much. Really, it was just a sliver that he had given her. But it was enough to alter the color of her eyes. Enough to make them the same exact shade of his own.

Surely, she must have felt something.

But she smiled at him. It was soft and small, full of unspoken words that seemed to perpetually hang in the air between them. Draco was constantly sorting through those words and feelings hanging between them and tried to ignore them. Tried to remain, solely, a friend.

But it was impossible. Now, more than ever. Because he loved her, painfully so.

So much so that when she had died and his world had ended, a black hole ripping into the middle of his chest, that Draco had decided that if it felt like this without Hermione Granger in his life, then it would be nothing. Nothing at all, than to give up a piece of himself.

And so, when he killed the wizard who had killed Hermione, Draco had removed a piece of his soul, had detached it and stitched it onto hers. Her soul was drifting away, he could feel it, hanging on by the soles of her feet when Draco finally attached it before he sent a jolt of electricity from the tip of his wand into her chest. Directly into her heart, Draco had forced life back into her. And he had given her CPR after that. His mouth touched hers, and he breathed.

That was when she finally took her first, gasping breath. Her lungs were so empty that she gagged and choked but she kept gasping and pulling air into her lungs, desperately willing herself to breathe.

“You could have blonde hair and pale skin,” Potter said, forcing Hermione and Draco’s gazes to break. “I wouldn’t care as long as you were alive.”

Hermione laughed lightly but her eyes kept glancing up at Draco, the question of what he wouldn’t tell her there. Because eventually, she would figure it out. She would grow tired of him being secretive and cryptic and she would figure it out. Because that is what Granger did. She read people like she read books, thoroughly and to the very last page. She would read and reread and annotate and analyze every detail.

He knew it was only a matter of time before she would figure out what he had done.

She would figure out that he was no better than the Dark Lord himself.

For Draco had knowingly taken a piece of his soul and implanted it into Hermione, essentially, turning her into a Horcrux.

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sailtomarina · 11 months ago

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Don’t laugh

It took Hermione a few moments to realise exactly what had happened to her. One minute, she was walking through the portrait hole into the Head’s dorm, and then the next, she couldn’t see anything, her sight and hearing obscured.

Her hands flew up to fist the thick fabric covering her face. Just as she was about to remove it, she heard the plea of her roommate.

“Don’t!” Malfoy’s voice was…odd. Commanding, that was normal, but also frantic?

Ignoring the request, Hermione proceeded to pull off what turned out to be his jumper, which still smelled faintly of bergamot, patchouli, and something vaguely reminiscent of the sea. If not for his urgency, she might have let it stay, breathing in the intoxicating aroma just a while longer.

As it was, she let the garment drop to the floor, he could cry about it later, and trained her eyes on the figure standing in the common room.

Draco Malfoy, topless, mouthwatering except for the fact that his skin glowed a startling shade of emerald green. His pale grey eyes stared at her, wide and anticipatory.

“Don’t laugh.”

She couldn’t help it. She wouldn’t have stopped it even if she could.

First a snort. He blanched at the sound he usually found so cute when he intentionally prompted it at any other time than now. Then, a giggle. His broad shoulders slumped in defeat, the hardened plane of his abs curling inward as he started to sink onto his haunches. Finally, the guffaw that broke him completely. Hands came up to cover his face.

“Why do I have such a sweet tooth?” he wailed.

Through the tears in her eyes, Hermione spotted the box of chocolates on the coffee table. She didn’t remember seeing them there before, but she’d recognise the bright orange packaging anywhere.

“Oh, you beautiful git. Don’t you know a Weasley product when you see one?” She walked over to read the accompanying card.

To Draco. May these sweeten your day nearly as much as you do mine. Yours, H.

“Well,” she said lightly, “look on the bright side. Now we can concoct a plan for revenge.” She flipped the card over and cast a quick revelio. Good boys. They knew well enough to include a counter-charm; had they not, her retaliation would have been merciless.

Her lips pursed as she studied their instructions. The original charm was brilliant. Neither removed by a finite incantatem, nor affected by a potion antidote, all she needed was their specific incantation and a glass of milk.

“I should have known something was off. You almost never call me ‘Draco’,” he muttered.

She had to grin at that. She only called him by his given name when under intense pressure, the kind that resulted in blinding, toe-curling pleasure.

“Wait right here.” She returned with glass in hand, pushing it into his own. “Drink up.”

As he did so, she cast the spell and watched with satisfaction as the alien shade slowly faded into his more familiar alabaster tone. It was a shame. She was curious if the colour lightened or darkened in more…private…areas. He continued to drain the glass, throat bobbing with each swallow. Hermione licked her lips. Malfoy really was delicious, green or otherwise.

“All better now?” she asked lightly, fingers trailing along the thick muscle of his thigh.

“Mmmm.” Glass set aside, he inspected his torso, the fine white blond strands of his hair flopping forward as he did so. He must have tugged at them earlier in frustration. “I don’t get why they’d try to trick me like that.” He glared at the chocolates, his wand hand twitching like it wanted to bombarda them on the spot.

“You’re kidding, right?”

Slate grey eyes turned back onto her, eyebrows crinkled in puzzlement. She sighed.

“You haven’t exactly been friendly to them, you know? Even before. And now that we’re together…” Her voice trailed off. Were they together? They hadn’t exactly put a label to it. They hadn’t been particularly discreet about their hands-on interest either. The entire school had to know by now that they were more than just co-Heads.

“Are we together?” He echoed her insecurities, adding mass to the weight expanding in the pit of her stomach.

“Is that what you want?” Hermione hadn’t intended to push him into deciding one way or another, but she wasn’t going to ignore the opportunity now that it had presented itself. “Because, you should know, ever since I saved Fred from the wall that would’ve killed him, the twins have been…grateful.”

It was wickedly fun to poke him where she knew he’d feel it.

Her words had the intended effect, the usually light irises darkening as his lip started to curl downward. Hermione wasn’t lying, either. George and Fred had indeed been thankful, demonstrating just how much the summer before her return for 8th year. They held no claim on each other. The door just remained open for either party wanted to walk back through it if so desired.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

A shiver ran through her at the drop in his pitch. Malfoy was furious. Fred and George couldn’t have picked a better colour for their little prank.

“It just means that if they see an opening, they’re bound to take it.”

In a flash, she was flat on her back, the plush rug cushioning her fall but her breath knocked out at the sudden change in position. He loomed over her, caging her in with the arms and legs that straddled her on all sides.

“There is no opening for them to take.” One hand wrapped gently around her throat, belying the harshness of the action. He passed a thumb across her lips. She parted them willingly, eagerly, flicking a tongue to the surface. His hips dropped almost immediately in reaction, grinding an unmistakable presence hard against her. He nearly growled out his next words. “You’re mine.”

“Only if you’re also mine.”

They stared into one another’s eyes, darkened silver against glinting bronze, daring, threatening, pleading. Hermione could let the moment pass with an arch of her hips and by bringing her lips to his own. That’s how most of their encounters went, any thinking silenced by doing. She relished those stretches of time where there was only them, skin to skin, the usual roaring in her mind muted behind closed doors. There were still many months of schooling ahead of them; why endanger the good thing they’d started with serious discussions about labels and commitment?

She was tensing her muscles to lean up for a kiss when he stopped her by speaking.

“I’ve been yours since our first kiss.”

What?

He took her gaping mouth as permission to continue.

“If my public displays haven’t been clear enough about my intentions, then let me be so now.” He maintained eye contact, the fingers around her neck sliding down to press against her heart. “I only want you. Now. In the future. As long as you’ll have me. I’m yours.”

And to think, Hermione had started this entire situation by walking straight into a jumper attack and a Head Boy cursed Slytherin green to match his jealousy. She’d still pay the twins back in kind, but maybe she’d also include a thank you note along with her detailed feedback on their chocolate charm. A postscript stating her relationship status should also prevent any future surprises.

“Then have me, already.”

They spent the remainder of the afternoon locked up in their quarters, the space spelled silent against any curious passerby. Maybe one day she’d convince Draco to give the twins a spin, even if only to allow them a frontrow seat to the action.

WC 1285

Written for the Twitter DramionePrompts daily prompt, “Don’t laugh”

Cross-posted to Tumblr and (eventually) AO3

I don’t know where this impulse came to dye Draco green, but here we are. Don’t laugh at him, please. He’s fragile.

#dramione #harry potter fanfiction #dramione prompt #dhr fanfiction #harry potter flashfic #draco malfoy x hermione granger #hermione granger #draco malfoy

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ahlyasimps · 2 years ago

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Treasure Hunter [O.G.]

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x GN Reader (tried to make it GN and this fic could be read as platonic)

Summary: Ominis always seems to walk near those blasted field guide pages so you’ve taken to using him to help find the rest (by following him around, totally not stalking or anything).

A/N: Inspired by what actually did end up happening in game as I was exploring. Who needs the minimap when Ominis can lead you right to Herodiana’s vault. Can’t believe the first piece of fanfic I ever write is for a stinking video game 😭

"There goes that new fifth year," the Gryffindor student said as he sighed to his friends. "Genuinely, I do believe they've got a few Wrackspurts flying around in that head of theirs," replied a Slytherin narrowly avoiding the sprinting fashion disaster that was Hogwart's newest enigma.

Dressed in the ugliest green hat, dragonskin cloak, a rather odd skull mask and what appeared to be mermaid regalia, was you. And truly, it wasn't your fault you almost ran into the poor Slytherin, casting revelio every second possible makes it terribly difficult to see. If anyone should be to blame, it would be Professor Weasley for making you collect all these field pages! While this is helping you get more "actual" practice with spells the constant sprinting around Hogwarts for them was exhausting. Never mind your "extracurricular activities" outside the castle's walls, climbing up and down all those flights of stairs was going to be the death of you.

Just when you wanted to catch a break you spotted your new favourite student, Ominis Gaunt. At first you were fascinated with the way his wand helps him to navigate the castle and followed him around to see how it worked, but after he unknowingly helped you find Herodiana's secret vault by walking to the location, you've taken to calling him your treasure hunter. Wherever he goes there always seems to be either a field guide page or chests to steal from! Naturally, this time would be no different so you started trying to follow him.

You followed Ominis as he walked down the dimly lit corridor. His wand was emitting a soft red light that guided his way. You could hear his footsteps echoing through the stone halls as he made his way towards the Great Hall. You trailed behind him, trying to stay out of sight, but also eager to see what he would lead you to next.

As he turned into an empty corridor he suddenly rounded on you. "And just what do you think you're doing?" he asked, eyes staring in your general direction. "You've been following me for awhile now and this isn't the first time. I've let you off because you seem harmless enough but I demand answers."

You froze, caught off guard by his sudden confrontation. "I-I'm sorry," you stammered, trying to think of an excuse but unable to. "I have these extra assignments to do from Professor Weasley where I have to collect these missing pages from a book and somehow, you always end up in the vicinity of these pages" As the words came out of you, you cringed realizing how weird it sounded, but it was the truth.

Ominis raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Is that so?" he said, his tone still sharp. He paused, "I don't have class for the rest of the day, and I've been curious to speak to the person who bested Sebastian in a duel. I suppose I can help out. However, I don't appreciate being following like some sort of animal. Next time if you wanted my help, you could have asked."

You felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment, but also relief that he didn't seem too angry with you. "Thank you," you said, grateful for his help. "And I'm sorry for following you like that. I'll make sure to ask next time."

With that, Ominis led the way down the corridor, his wand still glowing in the dim light. You followed closely behind him, trying to match his pace. As he began to show you different areas of the castle you had yet to explore, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and gratitude towards him. Maybe this was the start of a beautiful friendship, or even something more. But for now, you were content just to explore Hogwarts with him and enjoy his company.

#ominis gaunt #ominis x reader #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt imagine #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy imagines #hogwarts legacy imagine #ominis gaunt imagines

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stinkysam · 1 year ago

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Porco Galliard - Taken from him

Warning : death, throwing up, death again

Genre : Angst

Synopsis : "How do you think porco would react when finding his beloved dead on the ground after a battle they faced?" - @4ever3

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

He found it weird how he couldn't spot you no matter where he was. He ran to every side of the battlefield Revelio became, but there was no sign of you fighting anywhere.

When he finally spots you, lying on the ground, his first reaction is to get out of his titan. He grabs you and looks around for any sign of enemies. Quickly bringing you to safety.

He pants hard as he holds you close, squeezing you against him, leaning against a wall inside a half destroyed house. He keeps looking around in case he gets attacked. Clutching you against his chest.

No one comes and he finally calms down. That's when he notices you're not moving. At all. Your chest, you're not breathing.

He checks your wrists for a pulse then your throat and your chest. Still no pulse. He panics and begins to yell at you, shaking your body.

That's when he notices the bullet hole in your head, between your eyes.

He gently cups your face, shaking your head a little as he calls your name softly. Your blood gets on his hands. His breathing gets faster as slowly the thought of you dead creeps in his mind.

It cannot be.

He calls your name again. Yelling it in your face. He's angry. His hands are still shaking you as you rest on the ground. You give him nothing.

Your eyes are open but they're dull, the spark, the shine in them is gone. They're empty. In that moment he finds the horror of seeing a dead body.

He begins to tremble as finally your death settles in. He keeps calling you, his stomach is churning and he feels like throwing up.

He does throw up, almost choking on his own puke as images of the bullet in your head flashes in his mind.

He can vividly see you get shot and fall flat to the ground without missing a beat. Your body full of life suddenly lacking it. He throws up again. Coughing. Tears threatening to spill.

He looks at your lifeless body and finally, tears begin to fall.

He crawls to you again, shaking your body and yelling your name as his tears fall on your face. He's begging. Begging you to move. Breathe. To blink. Anything. But please do not stay dead.

After a few minutes his eyes are burning, red, he's sniffling as his voice breaks as he calls for you again. One last time.

He's forgotten everything you told him. To be careful, to not rest on his titan’s strength alone, to not be blinded. It's too late. He's full of rage. He promises to you, your dead body, that he's going to avenge you.

He hates them. These damned eldians from Paradis Island. These fucking devils. He wants to kill them all. Especially the one that shot you. That's what they deserve for killing his only light.

Except it doesn't go as planned as he transforms back into a titan, his jaw is used by Eren to break the crystal protecting Lara Tybur.

In that instant, with you dead, he feels like he's lost his purpose.

When he wakes up later and hears Reiner saved him, the first thing he does is ask for you. He quickly remembers what happened, feeling nauseous and gets up despite the nurse's warnings to find your body still where he left it.

He cries once again when he sees you, exactly at the place he left you. You haven't moved an inch. Really. How could you ?

He caresses your face fondly, ignoring the dried blood. But he almost throws up again at the sight of the hole in your forehead. He delicately puts you on his back, to put you with the other dead soldiers to have a proper burial.

"I saw Marcel's memories. He tricked the army into making a loser like you into a Warrior... all to protect me. Now you have to admit it... That... to the end... I've always been better than you." He says to Reiner.

He has tears in his remaining eye as he feels he cannot regenerate anymore. But he's not mad. He feels at peace knowing the truth.

He's happy. Because he knows he's gonna find you again, and this time, nothing will take you away from him.

#male reader #m!reader #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin x male reader #attack on titan #attack on titan x male reader #aot #snk #porco galliard #porco galliard imagine #porco galliard x male reader #gender neutral

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satansapostle6 · 5 months ago

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Lovers and Liars | Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott, both determined and resourceful from reputable houses, find themselves at odds in the name of love.

Warning: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content.

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen: Consequences

“Come. You can’t be here.”

Lorelei and Harry both followed Moody and Dumbledore into Moody’s office, still shell shocked from that night’s events. Moody pulled Lorelei into the corridor, forcibly lifting up her sleeve as she winced. The dark tattoo disappeared as he whispered an incantation she had never heard before. She memorized it immediately.

“Can’t risk anyone seeing that,” Barty Crouch Jr. told her.

Lorelei just nodded.

“What happened?” Crouch whispered as quietly as he possibly could. “Who got the Diggory boy?”

Her silence and the look in her eyes were all he needed.

“Oh, boy,” he murmured.

Lorelei knew she was in trouble.

“Alright. Well, after Crouch, I cast that hoodwinking charm on your wand,” Barty said, which was news to her, “So… Any spell you’ve cast since then is safe.”

She looked up at him with relief in her teary eyes.

“Really?”

He nodded, taking her face in his hands to stabilize her. “I won’t let them get you. Alright?”

Lorelei nodded quickly, silently thanking him.

“I’ll take care of Potter once Dumbledore leaves. Just… hope that he doesn’t let slip in the meantime,” he provided.

“Why do you care about me?” Lorelei asked suddenly, before he could leave.

Barty just frowned, taking a moment to think as he respectfully wiped the tears off of her face.

“Because, little one,” he sighed, “We’re just… two children with fathers who don’t understand us. Yeah?” he offered.

Lorelei nodded quickly. “I remind you… of her. Don’t I?”

He just nodded.

“Someday, soon… I’ll break her out of Azkaban,” Crouch hoped, “And maybe, just maybe… I’ll have my chance.”

“I hope you do,” Lorelei murmured.

He just nodded appreciatively, looking nervously down the hall.

“Go. I’ll sort things out. I’ll tell them I sent you off,” Crouch Jr. offered.

“Good,” Lorelei remarked, “Because now that I know about that charm on my wand, I have something I need to take care of.

Barty looked at her darkly as he began to suspect. Lorelei ran off the minute he gathered what had happened.

“Draco?”

Draco turned as he finally found Lorelei, heading back outside.

“Lorelei,” he said with relief, running to her.

He rested his hands on her shoulders, searching her eyes for answers.

“What happened?”

Lorelei said nothing, tears suddenly streaming down her face as she fell into his arms, sobbing.

***** Lorelei and Draco ran outside to where they’d left Theodore Nott’s unconscious body, hidden under an Invisibility Charm.

“Revelio.”

Draco watched as Lorelei stared down at the unpleasant expression still on his face.

“What are you—”

Lorelei closed her eyes, trying hard to focus. She gathered as much concentration as she could before acting out of necessity.

“Obliviate!”

Draco turned to her in disbelief as she lowered her wand, all of Theo’s memories being drawn out. “What did you just do?!”

“He knew,” Lorelei reminded him, “About everything. It’s the only way…”

Draco looked down at him guiltily as he lie paralyzed on the floor.

“Moody did it,” Lorelei told him, as he just nodded silently, vowing his silence. “Finite Incantatem!”

Theo immediately gasped for air, disoriented as he began to realized he remembered nothing at all. Draco and Lorelei helped him to his feet, watching as he didn’t recognize either of them at all.

“Who are you?” he asked frantically, “What happened?! Who am I?!”

“Let’s take him to Dumbledore.”

“Come with us,” Draco told him, leading him to Moody’s office.

The three of them raced off, nearly running into Dumbledore and Professor Snape in the corridor.

“Miss Morrigan!” Dumbledore said.

“Professor Dumbledore!” Lorelei said breathlessly. “It’s Theo! Someone’s used a Memory Charm on him!” she exclaimed, as Dumbledore and Snape both turned their attention to him.

“Crouch,” Dumbledore said grimly, as Lorelei pretended to be confused alongside Draco. “Severus. Take Mr. Nott to the hospital wing.”

The head of Slytherin house nodded, urgently escorting Theodore to Madam Pomfrey.

“Mr. Malfoy. If you’ll excuse us, I need to speak to Miss Morrigan,” Dumbledore said, to both of their horror.

“What about?” Lorelei asked worriedly.

“Well, we’ve spoken to Mr. Potter, but you were another witness to Cedric Diggory’s death,” the Headmaster responded.

‘Witness’ being the key word. Lorelei nearly yelled out with relief.

“Right… Of course,” she said slowly.

“You’ll be alright?” Draco asked nervously.

She nodded dutifully. “I’ll be alright.”

“I’ll be waiting out here,” he promised, as Professor Dumblefore led her into the room.

Harry was leaving just as Lorelei entered the room. He didn’t say a word to her on his way out, but the look on his face was enough to make her question whether she was truly off the hook for Cedric Diggory’s murder.

“Have a seat. You must be exhausted,” Professor Dumbledore said kindly.

Lorelei nodded politely, taking a seat as they were finally left in the room alone.

“Harry told me what happened, you know,” Dumbledore began.

“What did he tell you?” Lorelei asked readily.

“The truth,” Dumbledore said gravely. “…That Cedric Diggory was murdered by Lord Voldemort, and you and Harry were held hostage, until you both escaped.”

Lorelei held in her sigh, realizing that Harry had actually covered for her.

“Yes,” she confirmed, “We saw him come back. Harry fought him off. I don’t know how, but he did. And then we ran back to the Portkey,” she concluded her story.

“I’m very sorry you had to witness that, Lorelei,” the Headmaster apologized. “I can’t begin to imagine what you must be feeling.”

“No,” Lorelei said simply, glancing down at the empty trunk in the room that once held the real Alastor Moody, “You can’t.”

*****

“Lorelei?” Draco gasped, rushing to hold her in his arms. “Are you alright?”

“I’m alright,” she promised. “Crouch is gone… They took him back to Azkaban,” she informed him, sounding almost regretful.

He wrapped her in a fearful hug as Professor Dumbledore shut the door behind him and left, leaving the two of them in the corridor. They must have stood there for at least an entire minute.

“Did he find out?” Draco whispered once he was completely out of earshot.

“No,” Lorelei shook her head, still in shock.

“Oh, thank God,” Draco Malfoy sighed, “I was worried they’d send you to Azkaban…”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she promised, more for herself than anyone else, “Everything’s going to be okay…”

Draco nodded, thinking for a moment before he spoke up.

“Can I… Can I see it?” he asked tentatively.

Lorelei nodded slowly, looking around before rolling up her sleeve. She lightly pressed her wand to the skin.

“Revelio.”

Draco stared as the incantation revealed a fresh Dark Mark, without any burns or redness around it. Lorelei knew that, unfortunately, the pain that she felt was completely invisible. Draco stammered awkwardly as he tried to process the fact that this was the exact same pain his father, uncle, and aunt had gone through at relatively young ages.

“Does it—” Draco had to clear his throat. “Does it hurt?”

Lorelei nodded. It pained him seeing the tears in her eyes. “It does.”

“How much?” he murmured, gently taking her arm in his hand.

She began to snivel as she tried to collect herself. “More than anything,” she sobbed, dropping to the floor.

Draco dropped with her out of fear, holding her in his arms as she cried. He felt himself beginning to cry, wiping away his own tears as he exhaustedly rested his head on hers, in need of comfort more than anything else in the world in that moment.

***** Lorelei reluctantly dressed herself for the ceremony honoring Cedric Diggory’s memory, knowing she had no right to attend. But then again, she thought, that was her cross to bear. She passed a half-coherent Theo in the Slytherin common room, keeping her head down as she eventually found Draco in his dorm room, standing still in his room as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.

He seemed completely broken. Lorelei frowned as she gently knocked on the wall, letting herself in as he just smiled sadly and acknowledged her presence.

“How are you feeling?”

Draco Malfoy frowned sympathetically. “I should be asking you that.”

“I’m feeling terrible,” she admitted, as he just nodded in agreement.

“I’m sorry,” he offered her a murmured, not knowing what else to say.

“It’s alright,” Lorelei promised, taking his hand as a gesture. “We have each other, right?”

Draco nodded gratefully, surprised. “We have each other,” he echoed, wrapping his arms around her again.

Draco and Lorelei walked to the Great Hall together with the rest of the Slytherins. Everyone was naturally almost silent as the students and teachers all gathered in the Great Hall for the ceremony. In the hall, Lorelei and Draco passed Harry along with the other Gryffindors. Lorelei stopped to look at him. He noticed her after a moment, eyes locked on her with resentment.

“Just a minute,” Lorelei told Draco.

He nodded, looking awkwardly at Harry. He didn’t quite know how to feel towards him in that moment as he just left, heading into the Hall. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were still at Harry’s side, and from the look of it, they knew exactly what had happened the night of Cedric’s death. Harry turned to them both, no hostility in his tone.

“It’s alright,” he told them, as they left reluctantly, staring at Lorelei as they made their way into the Great Hall with everyone else.

They didn’t seem to accuse Lorelei of killing Cedric, but they definitely seemed to have their own different feelings about what had happened that night.

“Harry,” Lorelei said finally, as he just regarded her with a blank expression on his face.

“Lorelei.”

“How’s your arm?” she asked him politely.

“Painful,” Harry stated icily.

“You covered for me,” Lorelei said, abandoning all pretense of small talk based upon his response, “Why?”

“Cedric’s death wasn’t your fault. You never wanted to kill him…” Harry assumed guiltily. “You never asked for any of it. Moody tricked you, just like me. If you refused to kill Cedric, they would’ve just killed the both of you.”

Lorelei nodded through her pain, deciding that the conclusion Harry came to was probably ideal for the both of them. She joined Draco in the Hall, standing respectfully beside him and the other Slytherins. Both of them held their heads down sadly as Dumbledore spoke, haunted by the truth. Draco sniffled sadly, feeling Lorelei reach for his hand as they stood together as one.

He looked up at her gladly, nodding silently as he paid his respects to Cedric. “We’ll get through this,” he promised her as he squeezed her hand, “Together.”

She nodded gratefully. “Together.”

“Today, we acknowledge… a really terrible loss,” Professor Dumbledore began.

Lorelei braced herself, fully aware that the ire and grief of everyone in the room, from three different magical schools, should have been directed solely at her.

“Cedric Diggory was, as you all know, exceptionally hard-working. Infinitely fair-minded. And, most importantly… a fierce, fierce friend.”

All Lorelei could think of as Draco held onto her hand was Amos Diggory, and his horrific, eerie sobs. ‘That’s my son. That’s my boy.’ The words rang loud and clear throughout her head day in and day out like bells in medieval times declaring war. It was all she heard, no matter what she did. Killing Barty Crouch had affected her greatly. But killing Cedric Diggory haunted her. It destroyed her.

“Now, l think, therefore, you have the right to know exactly how he died!”

Draco looked at Lorelei with a look of sheer terror on his face, knowing exactly what she felt.

“You see, Cedric Diggory was murdered! By Lord Voldemort!”

Draco winced at the lie that hit him like a train.

“The Ministry of Magic does not wish me to tell you this. But not to do so, l think, would be an insult to his memory.”

Lorelei glanced over at Harry, whose expression only showed sorrow. She still stared even as Draco gave her hand another urgent squeeze.

“Now, the pain we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me, and reminds us, that while we may come from different places and speak in different tongues… Our hearts beat as one,” Dumbledore declared as Draco nearly yelped out loud.

Lorelei allowed him to rest his head on her shoulder as their Headmaster spoke.

“ln light of recent events, the bonds of friendship we've made this year will be more important than ever. Remember that, and Cedric Diggory will not have died in vain. You remember that, and we'll celebrate a boy who was kind, and honest, and brave, and true… right to the very end.”

Lorelei heard Draco start to cry ever so softly as she gently cradled his head into the crook of her neck so that no one would see, sparing him the embarrassment. She only sniffled as she held in what little emotion she could muster, exhausted physically and otherwise as the sting on her forearm reminded her of the lifeless look in Cedric’s eyes as he died with them wide open. She looked up at the black flags hung through the Hall in honor of Cedric, tears just barely crossing over the threshold of her eyelids as she silently asked, ‘Why?’

After the ceremony, Lorelei Morrigan and Draco Malfoy walked out into the hall together, following some of the other students hand in hand as they headed outside for a breath of fresh air.

“Death is… a horrible thing,” Draco said darkly as they stepped out into the fresh air.

It was a beautiful summer day, warm and light out with a soft breeze, but he could hardly enjoy it.

“There’ll only be more of it now that he’s back,” Draco realized, fully understanding what this meant for him, and his family, and his friends’ families. “Life… Life is nothing but death!” he laughed coldly, looking up at the sky in outrage.

“No,” Lorelei insisted sadly, “It isn’t…”

“Do you honestly believe that?” he demanded, heartbroken.

Lorelei thought for a moment.

“I know it,” she nodded.

Draco looked at her in disbelief, flabbergasted by the idea.

“How?!”

Without another thought, she leapt into his arms, surprising him as he caught her, instinctively reciprocating her kiss. He stopped for a moment, unable to think as he felt her hands in his white-blond hair. Draco realized exactly what she had meant when he kissed her back with the same fervent passion, wrapping his arms around her tightly as he resolved never to let her go ever again.

Chapter Sixteen

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expecto-kedavra · 10 months ago

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Broken.

Someone snitched on Sebastian. Aurors came in the night and took him away, likely to Azkaban. Anne has been cured, by ancient magic and returned to Hogwarts, after healing her relationship with her brother as well.

Intro to my OC’s. POV is Jayden Mata’afa, a Slytherin. He’s an immigrant from Samoa, also an unregistered animagus. Leanna Turner (Ravenclaw) is the ancient magic OC. Tevita Kunatani (also Ravenclaw) is Leanna’s boyfriend, who has a strange and powerful connection to the ocean and all marine life. There’s more of them but that’s all for now

It was easy at first. We had a plan, we were working towards the plan. Find a loophole. Find some way to prove that he shouldn’t be condemned to Azkaban. We were full of energy, focus, and determination. Yet time after time, we hit dead ends. We sent owls to the ministry daily. We tried claiming self defense, but no. Insisting that since he is only 16, he shouldn’t be condemned for the rest of his life. Too young. But no. Everything we tried was shot down by the ministry. Slowly, we became more and more discouraged. “What if we find who did it?” I asked, one night in the undercroft. “What do you mean? Sebastian did it.” Ominis said, in a hoarse whisper. It was sometime in the early morning, and we had been up trying to think of anything. “No, sorry. What if we find who snitched on him? Make them redact it?” Both Anne and Ominis were silent for a moment. “That could work.” Said Anne. Her resolve had not shaken. She had come too far, and healed too much for her brother to be taken away. Angry? Sure. But this is her twin, and it had taken her a year to be able to reconcile with him. She wouldn’t lose him now. “But where to start? It could be anyone.” We pondered. It really could. In the school, outside of the school. Some random passerby that just happened to be in the wrong place. “We can start by going back to the catacomb. Retrace our steps. Find something that wasn’t from us. Do some real detective work.” I found my tone almost pleading. Not with Ominis and Anne, but with myself. Sebastian was my first friend. Yes, he made mistakes and let me down, but I loved him like family. “Can we do it tomorrow?” Ominis yawned. “I haven’t slept in days.” It was true. Ominis did look worse for wear. “Jayden and I will go.” Anne said. She stood and looked at me. “Now.” Like I said, determination. “Oh, okay. Yeah, let’s go.” Ominis shrugged, grumbled something that sounded like “be careful” and crashed on the couch. Anne and I hid ourselves under the guise of disillusionment, and made for the catacomb.

As we moved through the darkness, I found myself reflecting on the last five years. I came to Hogwarts as a first year, barely knowing English. I was scared, and alone. An orphan from a tiny island thousands of miles away. But I learned. I grew, and adapted. Sebastian, Anne, and Ominis were always my best friends. Then she came. Leanna Turner. The new student. Came in as a fifth year, and changed everything. Dare I say, ruined everything. We were working together, we were going to help Anne. Then all of a sudden, she shows up. She wins over the school in a week, saves us from a goblin invasion. The hero. She starts dating the only other Polynesian in the school, a Fijian named Tevita. He was cool. He could control water like nothing I’ve ever seen. We’ve always been close, me and him. But I don’t trust her. Somehow, she convinced Sebastian he didn’t need me. She pushed him too far, into dark magic and into mistakes he made without thinking. Anne snapped me out of my trance. “We’re here.” We entered the catacomb, and began to search. Casting revelio every two seconds. As we continued to find nothing, the hair on my neck suddenly stood straight up. I whipped around, and found Leanna at the end of my wand. “What are you doing here?” I said gruffly. “Jayden no.” Anne pushed down my wand hand and approached Leanna. “What is it Leanna?” Leanna continued to stare at me, then slowly opened her mouth and began to speak. “I’m doing the same as you. Trying to free my friend.” She said, unwavering. I scoffed, drawing a glare from Anne. “Leanna is our friend.” She said. “She healed me, and you’d do well to remember it.” I clenched my jaw, withheld my retort, and stood down. Leanna continued. “I’ve searched everywhere and everything. I’ve questioned everyone I can think of.” The Ravenclaw girl sighed, and tossed her golden hair over her shoulder. “And nothing. We’d have to break him out if we’re going to free him.” I could sense the serious sarcasm in her tone. I looked at Anne. She had a strange look in her eyes, scared yet focused. I recognized the same look that I saw in Sebastian’s eyes, when he was going down that dark path. “We will find something.” I told Anne, placing my hand reassuringly on her shoulder. “Yes, right. We will. I’m going to get some air.” Anne responded, and left me with Leanna.

We stood there a moment, awkwardly glancing around. “Why don’t you like me?” She finally said. “You’re a Ravenclaw, be smart and figure it out.” I retorted, and turned away to look for more evidence. More so, I was just trying to avoid her. “I think you blame me. I think that you assume I am the reason this happened.” I said nothing for a moment. Then stood, and faced her. “Yeah, I do think that. Everything was fine before you. We were going to figure it out. Then you came and now Seb is in Azkaban.” She looked at me, and for a moment I saw a crack in her confidence. Her silver blue eyes flickered down. “You’re not wrong. It did happen when I got here.” She gathered herself. “But I didn’t ever intend for this. I tried to contain his feelings and help him. I never ever thought this would happen. And if we’re going to get him back, we need to work together.” She was right, and I hated it. I sighed. “Okay. Truce.” I offered my hand, and she shook it. “I will try to trust you. Do not let me down. I don’t care how powerful you are.” She nodded silently, and we returned to the castle.

I was awoken with a jolt. It was Ominis. “Hey.” He said, his empty eyes staring above my head. “Anne has an idea.” He said grimly. I grumbled and got out of bed, to meet Anne in the undercroft. When we got there, she wasn’t there. Ominis and I sat for a moment, before she burst in with Leanna in tow. “Anne, I didn’t mean-“ Leanna tried to speak to Anne, but she was determined. “I have an idea.” Anne said, hands on her hips. “We are going to break Sebastian out of Azkaban.” Ominis spit out his tea, and I choked on my muffin. “I’ve just learned that every single owl that we have sent to the ministry has been intercepted. By Ruth Singer.” What a joke. Officer Singer was a pathetic excuse for law enforcement. “We don’t need to worry about that now.” Anne began to pace back and forth. “We have a secret weapon.” She continued. “And what might that be?” I inquired. She spun on her heel and looked at me. “Ominis.” Ominis spat out more tea. “Me? What? How?” Leanna’s face matched mine. Confused, intrigued, worried. “Your family has connections. We use that. We go to Azkaban, say that we’re visiting to interview an Auror for an assignment. Then we get him out.” I sighed. It could work. “It’d be risky Anne.” I said. “I don’t care. Worth it. Leanna said so yesterday.” Leanna stepped into the conversation. “Now, no, wait. I said at the rate we’ve been, we’d need to break him out. I never endorsed it.” She sighed. “But it could maybe work. We’d have to be perfect in our execution of the plan.” Ominis stood. “We’re going to do it. Anne is right, as is Leanna. This can work. But we need to be perfect.” My heartbeat quickened. Anne began to pace up and down, her nerves increasing. “We can do it. We can. But I need you all to know, if this does wrong? We join him.” I laughed loudly, startling everyone. “I’m an illegal bear. I know risks.” Anne and Ominis chuckled. Leanna’s confusion was amusing. Anne leaned over. “Animagus.” She whispered. “Ohhhhhh!” Leanna said with wide eyes. She then began to think. I think I know someone who can help us. Someone we all trust.” Ominis seemed hesitant. “Well, Azkaban is in the middle of the ocean right? It may help if we have an ocean guy.” I smiled. Ominis didn’t like most people, especially know it all Ravenclaws. But Tevita, he was different. Ominis loved him. “Ah. Yes. I agree.” Ominis said, a small smile peeking out of the corner of his mouth. “So it’s settled.” Anne said firmly. “We assemble our team. We save my brother.”

#hogwarts legacy #hphl #Sebastian sallow #Ominis gaunt #Anne sallow #Hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts oc #hogwarts legacy fanfic #different OC’s #lots of OC’s #brown people ocs #hogwarts #harry potter #hufflepuff #gryffindor #ravenclaw #slytherin #hogwarts houses #hogwarts legacy oc

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jadedandconfusedao3 · 4 months ago

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A One Man Rise in Crime

Fuck.

When Hermione returned from the kitchen with two cups of tea, Malfoy was gone.He hadn’t looked at all well when he arrived, so she thought he’d gone to the bathroom. After twenty minutes, she realised he was gone. She started searching her small apartment in earnest and couldn’t find him anywhere.

The first owl–a hasty inquiry about his wellbeing full of concern and worry–was returned without a reply. If she was going to be honest, this wasn’t particularly unusual behaviour for Malfoy, but given his distress, she was concerned. She tried several more owls, with messages increasing in intensity and ire, and one message by floo. By the time it came round for bed she was beside herself with worry and starting to get very annoyed at the whole situation.

It wasn’t until the next morning that she realised that Varek was gone. She stood in her kitchen blearily making a cup of coffee and some porridge, wearing her sleepwear. Normally he would be somewhere nearby leering at her whilst making suggestive remarks. It was unlike him to be gone completely.

“Varek, can you somehow tell me what Malfoy is doing?” she called out.

Silence.

“Varek?” she called again.

The kitchen remained resolutely empty. Frowning, she set down her coffee and started opening random doors. It had never happened before. He always instantly appeared whenever she said his name, sometimes she had simply thought about him, and he showed up with a simmering gaze and a quip. He was always there. Always present, whether she wanted him to be or not.

“Varek!” she shouted, hearing the sound echo.

A prickle of panic worked its way down her spine. No no no no no no no. It’s just a coincidence. He’s hiding somewhere so he can jump out and leer at me. He wouldn’t just be gone. He couldn’t. Could he?

She ran through the apartment, calling his name loudly. The soft pad of her feet against the wood of the stairs filled her ears. He wouldn’t just leave. She slammed her palms against the door to her bedroom, wincing at the sting.

With a grand sweep, she knocked everything off her desk. Where was it? No. It couldn’t. He wouldn’t!

She gripped her wand tightly as she desperately cast, “Revelio. REVELIO!”

Her wand clattered against the hard surface of the desk, as she frantically patted its surface.

The lamp was gone.

Malfoy.

It had to be Malfoy. There was no other explanation. That fucking shit head! He must have stolen it. She threw on a pair of jeans and an old jumper before heading downstairs to her floo. Throwing the powder into the flames she yelled, “Malfoy Manor,” and stepped through.

Only to be spat back out into her own floo parlour.

“That Motherfucker!” she screamed.

Read the rest on Ao3.

#dramione #tomione #Hermione Ganger #Draco Malfoy #Tom Riddle #hpfanfiction

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fog-and-rust · 1 year ago

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Hogwarts Legacy Incorrect Quotes Part 3 (feat. my Hufflepuff!MC, Ellie)

Send help, I can't seem to stop. That's waaay too enjoyable. MC is steadily evolving into a gremlin "The Polyjuice Plot" quest revealed her to be.

Leander: But what about Ellie?

Natty: Don't worry so much about her.

Garreth: I once watched her fall down 5 flights of stairs, stand up, and keep casting Revelio like nothing happened.

***

Sebastian, Poppy & Natty: In our defense, we were left unsupervised.

Amit: Wasn’t Ellie with you the whole time?

Ellie: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

***

Poppy: What’s your biggest fear?

Ellie [after clearing Aranshire from spiders]: I am incredibly arachnophobic.

Poppy *under her breath*: You don’t want spiders to get married?

***

Ellie: So, Poppy is no longer allowed in the Room of Requirement.

Leander: Why?

Ellie: Because I've caught her trying to train Nifflers to fight five times in a row.

Poppy *arms crossed and pouting*: You'll be thanking me when the third Niffler battalion saves your ass.

Ellie: Why would I need Nifflers if I have my Chomping Cabbages?

Leander [an avid fan of ferocious plants]: That's a good point actually.

***

[Someone's trying to trespass into Ravenclaw common room is becoming one of my favourite plots as well as Chomping Cabbages]

Ravenclaw knocker: What's worse than a heartbreak?

Poppy: Stepping on a Kneazle's tail and not being able to explain that you're sorry.

[The door opens]

Ravenclaw students: How do they do that? First Leander, now Poppy. Who's next, Venomous Tentacula?

Ellie & Leander [who are already inside]: Tentaculas can't walk. Beware of the Chomping Cabbages!

***

Leander: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco.

Ellie: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy.

Garreth: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance.

Poppy: My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons.

***

[In the goblin mines]

Ellie, to Amit as they cast Disillusionment spell: First rule of battle, my dear friend... don’t ever let them know where you are.

Sebastian, somewhere in the distance: WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo!

Ellie: 'Course, there’re other schools of thought.

***

[After the quest in the goblin mines]

Duncan, to Ellie: One universe, nine planets, seven seas, seven continents, and I had the unfortunate luck of meeting you.

Ellie: Hey, that’s not very nice-

Everett: There are only eight planets, you Puffskein Dunkein!

Amit, appearing from nowhere: VIVA LA PLUTO, FUCK YOU!

Ellie, rolling on the floor and laughing: That's my boy!

***

Poppy: Ellie learned how to fold origami penguins from Amit the other day. I told her, “I feel a little bad for the penguins, it’s hot here”, and she immediately cast Glacius on them.

***

Leander, to Garreth: If you see Ellie, give her this message *makes a neutral face*

Leander: She'll know what it means.

*later*

Garreth: Oh, and Leander said to give you a message.

Garreth: *makes a neutral face*

Ellie: Oh no. The neutral face of displeasure.

***

Ellie: Judging our life choices, I really hope we all make it to adulthood!

Natty: That’s a great prayer.

Poppy: A needed one.

Sebastian: A needed one indeed.

***

[The squad is bored as hell during History of Magic lesson]

Garreth: What is the most illegal thing you can do with one galleon?

Ellie: Exchange it for knuts, put them all in a sock and beat someone to death with it.

Leander: No more hanging out with Sebastian for you! He's a bad influence! You're grounded for till O.W.L.s!

Ellie: For till O.W.L.s?!

Leander: For till O.W.L.s!!!

Sebastian*offended but taking notes*: That's too cruel even for me!

Leander: Ellie, is this why you've been to Azkaban?

Ominis & Sebastian: You've been to Azkaban?!

Other students: Calm downess, relaxation, chill out and stop screaming...

***

Leander: How long do you reckon it’ll be until Amit finally snaps and commits a murder so that he can fit in with the rest of your friends?

Ellie: I’ve been going through this year assuming it’s already happened at some point and it’s just that no one was ever able to trace it back to him.

***

Ellie: Caffeine no longer keeps me awake while I complete the trials, so instead I have Leander periodically send me howlers saying ‘we need to talk.’

Ellie: It gives me the right amount of adrenaline and fear I need to keep going.

***

Sebastian: Just trust me. Have I ever put you in an unsafe or uncomfortable situation?

Ellie & Ominis: All the time.

Sebastian: Then you should be used to it by now.

#hogwarts legacy #incorrect quotes #hogwarts legacy incorrect quotes #hogwarts legacy mc #leander prewett #natsai onai #garreth weasley #poppy sweeting #amit thakkar #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #everett clopton #duncan hobhouse

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coffeeandmagicaltales · 6 months ago

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The Auror&The Devil part 20

AesopSharpxadultMc, no disclaimers

Nitra was very rainy and gloomy, early spring covered hills beneth clouds, nothing like what she remembered during her stay with Aesop. She landed gracefully in the castle courtyard... It was so empty and quiet... Eery silence stung her ears... Something was wrong, she immediately drew her wand, ready for anything that might happen.

"Witch, are you here? It's me, Morana. I came to ask you something else... Are you here?" she asked loudly enough that her voice echoed off the walls.

The disarray of leaves and weeds growing between the stone blocks gave the impression that the place was... neglected. In the summer, everything was weeded, the stones swept... The witch took care of the castle.

"Lumos!" Morana whispered and peered into the dark tunnel. Only the howling wind in the basements and the echo of water drops hitting the rocks answered her. There were no candles, and garlands of herbs lay on the ground, torn. Each of Morana's steps was very cautious as she listened to see if anyone unfriendly might be hiding in the walls. The witch had clearly left. Aesop would surely have noticed some clues by now and would have been able to determine what might have happened to her... Did she leave in a hurry? Did she plan to move?

The room she had occupied until now had nothing but a table. Did something happen to her, and were all her things stolen? Or did she leave this place of her own will?

Morana looked around, searching for anything, any small clue... And suddenly, under the right angle of light cast by her wand, she noticed something scratched into the table with a sharp tool: "REVELIO"... It couldn't be a coincidence, so she immediately spoke the spell, and one of the floor tiles glowed blue. Under it, she found a package labeled "DEVIL." Intrigued, she sat down and opened it immediately.

Devil, "Revelio" is the only spell I know you use to find things seemingly invisible to the human eye (one of your kind helped me find my favorite spoon a few months ago), and if you are reading this letter, you used it correctly. I knew you would come here again. I didn't know that by then I would no longer be here, for I am embarking on a long journey. Your government looks unfavorably on people like me, so I am writing in great haste and will not bore you with details that are not important, which someone will probably soon convey to you anyway.

The cards tell me you ran away. It didn't help, did it? You came back to me thinking that I would somehow guide you, become your mentor. It's amazing that your knowledge far surpasses mine, yet you still consider it insufficient and seek a teacher... I won't help you, but I know of something that might interest you. As I said, I know many like you who finished schools just like you, and one story in particular stuck with me... Someone who returned from the northern castle once told me a legend about a collapsed corridor and a voice that can be heard from there, speaking in riddles... I have heard many legends from wizards, but this one, though seemingly insignificant, came to my mind recently. The cards tell me it is a being endowed with knowledge, who, who knows, may agree to take on the role of a mentor. However, be careful. The cards ambiguously answered the question of who it is - an enemy or a friend. You will probably have to decide that for yourself... Many decisions lie ahead of you, difficult, painful choices... You are lost, child, unable to find your way... But you will find light in the darkness. Trust it, and you will find your way home. Everything is in your hands, as there will be more and more darkness from now on. I leave you with a piece of advice: you both must beware of decisions that seem right and just; they can have fatal consequences that cannot be undone.

"Both"? She probably also meant Aesop...

Morana was lost in thoughts, increasingly anxious. There was something else in the envelope. A set of cards, from which one almost immediately fell out, with the reverse marked by the witch (judging by the handwriting) with a comment:

Ferte in noctem animam meam Illustrent stellae viam meam Aspectu illo glorior Dum capit nox diem

Its obverse depicted a drawing familiar to Morana from the biblical stories she had learned in the orphanage: Adam and Eve, an apple tree entwined with a serpent, a luminous figure hovering above the ground.

VI THE LOVERS

What could all this mean? Morana tucked the gift and the letter away. She took a deep breath and stood up from the ground. More riddles, more searching... Her first thought was to ask Aesop for help... But the fear and shame that swirled within her immediately rejected that idea. She was sure this was a path she had to walk alone.

Well, it's time to return to Durmstrang and solve the mystery.

Morana!

Thank you for your letter and the information that your journey went smoothly; it brought me great pleasure. I hope you feel a little better after the change of scenery. Starting in a new place can be very difficult, but knowing you, I'm sure you'll handle it well. Nonetheless, I've been very worried about you lately.

An assistant? Well, well, Merlin, I hope this honor doesn't go to your head, and you don't start wearing a green frock coat, growing a mustache, and strolling around the castle more than working... Everything is fine here, nothing interesting is happening.

Aesop hesitated. He wanted to tell her a bit more about the situation at the school... He pursed his lips, adjusting himself in the chair at his very cluttered desk in his bedroom. He tapped his fingers on the tabletop, searching for the right words, but then gave up and continued.

... nothing interesting is happening. All the teachers miss you terribly...

No, that had to be crossed out. He took a deep breath, looking sadly at the newspaper lying next to him with the headline "3 AURORS MISSING, GOBLINS SUSPECTED" and his notes on the matter, letters from Torq and Arn, and other goblin friends. He was also writing to his former colleagues, trying to understand what was happening just like him. He crossed out the entire line and wrote what had been on his mind for many hours but cautiously enough that the Ministry wouldn't be upset about revealing confidential information.

The case of Mr. Moon and what happened with the Thestrals is complicated. I lean more towards what you admitted in your last letter, and I have started an investigation. Not a small one this time, but I really got down to work, and maybe I will manage to find out something, or at least connect these events. So far without success. Again, a few of my colleagues have gone missing on duty... The more I delve into this matter, the more lost I feel, but I'm optimistic...

“Ugh, you liar.” he scolded himself under his breath and glanced at the list of Aurors who had recently gone missing or died, attached to the board behind him, next to one of the chairs. He imagined Morana sitting comfortably in it, asking questions and proposing theories... He saw himself wrapping her in his arms and placing kisses on her face, with her resisting and giggling. He saw himself lifting her up despite the pain in his leg and taking a few steps before collapsing onto the bed with her... He heard her awful laughter echoing in his ears again as he held her to his chest and told her silly things while very slowly unbuttoning her blouse...

He shook his head. What kind of thought was that? And why were similar thoughts increasingly appearing in his mind? Old fool.

His heart started bleeding again... It was time to finish this letter; he didn't want to occupy her time with his silly matters...

Don't worry. Everything will surely work out somehow. If you need anything, write freely. Aesop

Morana kissed his signature and hugged the letter to her chest. It had been waiting for her along with other mail when she returned from Nitra to school, and she read it immediately. Then again, in a free moment between classes and again when she was unsuccessfully searching the library for information about the mysterious corridor...

Well... Chasing a legend wasn't easy. Everything she found was written in a language she didn't know at all, and both students and teachers knew this place only as a "legend," a nonexistent place. No one had time to go to the library with her and translate selected texts... Days turned into weeks, time passed, and Morana's frustration grew as she couldn't find anything or anyone who could help her. She only found a book translated into English dedicated to the cards she had received from the Witch. She studied it in her spare moments, wandered around the castle... She didn't know where to go. The place seemed increasingly hostile and foreign to her. She often found herself doubting the wisdom of her decision to come here. Her only consolation was the friendship with the local magical creatures and animals she healed. She knew all the owls and ravens, often flying in their company, listening to their stories when she couldn't sleep... When she had time, she repeated everything Aesop had taught her, practiced spells in the wilderness where she had set up mannequins... She tried to summon her Patronus, in vain... She felt more lonely than ever before, and whenever she could, she hid in the surrounding forests, returning only to her bedroom and to classes, which, to her horror, were a real torment.

Being an "assistant" turned into a full-time job, which she hadn't realized at first. The elderly Professor she was supposed to assist came to class less and less, and one day he disappeared entirely. She suspected he simply had enough of the place and fled as soon as he got the chance. Left alone with everything, she was drowning in paperwork, essays she struggled to check with a dictionary, miserably exhausted. Falling asleep over towers of tests left unchecked by her predecessor, she was awakened by howlers from parents, which she ignored because she simply didn't understand what their complaints were about. The time to search for mysteries and legends shrank to almost nothing. She knew she had to hurry. She asked the headmaster for help, but it always ended with "Yes, yes, Morana, remind me about it tomorrow." And so every day. She knew there was only one person who could help her... The thought made her stomach tighten... She didn't want to impose.

Aesop!

The work of a teacher is difficult, and the headmaster wants to give me even more duties. For now, he hasn’t said what they are, but I get the impression that they don't care about the quality of the lessons, only that someone is conducting them... I dream of vacations, but there are still so many months ahead... It’s very hard for me because, well... I don’t speak Norwegian. I’ve tried to learn at least the basics, but it’s been very slow going, and I can’t seem to find anyone willing to help me. I don’t have time to sit down and properly learn it myself, and no one has time to do it with me either, and I can’t use the students as translators... My “peers” look at me jealously, as if I intentionally came here to become a lecturer. They think I’m some kind of coddled cape-flapper and treat me very coldly... My lectures are embarrassing. The students come with pillows to sleep more comfortably while I try to stammer something out, and the parents send me howlers several times a week. Luckily, I have no idea what they’re yelling at me. Officially, I’m worse than Professor Binns, a complete disaster. I don’t know... Maybe you know a recipe for some, hmm, magical eye and ear drops that translate... I feel awful asking you because now I realize how much work you have...

I’m glad Garreth has developed so well under your wing. What you wrote to me about him last week left me speechless. Perhaps, ironically, he might one day become your assistant, who knows.

I also didn’t tell you that I visited Nitra and the Witch from the castle some time ago... I’m attaching the message she left me and a card written in Latin, a strange matter. It’s definitely some spell, but I couldn’t find anything about it, and I’m afraid to use it... You know, recently a hippogriff hit by a curse, the same one as Hranolka (who greets you and says you scratched her neck the best), came to me thanks to the ravens... He asked me to help him... and well... my appearance has changed a bit again, specifically, I have a few more runes on my skin.

I’m working somewhat in the dark, guided solely by instinct.... Some “voice in the corridor” mentioned in a Muggle’s letter, may help me understand the magic... Again, I have more questions than answers... You probably feel the same.

Something is in the air. The animals tell me about shadows in the forests, hunting magical creatures that are definitely not poachers or Goblins... But I can't write to the Ministry saying that the "tits told me that and it's confirmed by a cuckoo"... You see how ridiculously it sounds... I’m afraid... I’m afraid it might be someone or even a group of people similar to me... Do you think that’s possible? The magical patterns I saw on Mr. Moon’s wounds strongly resemble what I saw in the memories of the Keepers, and what appeared when Isidora conducted her experiments... What do you think? Ancient Magic is as little known as the runes or symbols I saw in dreams... There are so many unknowns... I don’t know... Maybe I’m speaking nonsense now, I’ve been sitting at my desk for 10 hours, but I believe only your mind can connect it all.

It’s very late, good night, Your Silly Bir—

Morana’s head fell with a dull thud onto the desk, which suddenly became as soft as the velvet bedding in her bed. The owl looked at her questioningly, then quickly grabbed the letter, finished with a blotch, along with the packet of cards containing the Witch’s message, and flew out the window.

Aesop rushed into the classroom as fast as his freshly bandaged leg and the fluffy Niffler-shaped slippers, which squeaked with every step (a gift from Matilda for the holidays), allowed. He tied his robe and with a wave of his wand lit the candles and started one of the cauldrons, then summoned the necessary ingredients. Flames roared, and water bubbled as dried plants and oils fell into it. Behind him, the owl flew into the classroom and perched on one of the trinkets on the desk.

Aesop glanced at Morana’s letter from time to time, smiling and blushing, delighted that he could help her, even though it was almost 3 AM. In his mind, he created a recipe for something that did not yet exist... He loved this feeling, the inspiration similar to when he drew or sculpted... Potions were similar to that, the recipe had to be created, sculpted... He added the appropriate ingredients, everything that would bring the desired effect without harm... Waiting for everything to start boiling, he sat comfortably in the chair behind his desk and, after brushing his fingers over the raven feather placed on a cushion next to the Auror badge, he read the letter again, very carefully and slowly. The owl chirped, nudging the packet with its foot, and Aesop rummaged through it and glanced at the tarot card...

He froze.

He knew those words.

He immediately pulled out a blank sheet of paper and began to write.

Morana!

I’m glad you gave me such an interesting challenge; it’s a pleasant diversion from all the boring things I do every day! I hope what I’ve managed to brew will serve you well (according to my calculations, one drop of the oil should last all day, rub it between your fingers and apply to your eyelids, lips and ears. If needed, add another, but no more than 2 drops a day, and be careful not to rub your eye or put it deep in your ear, only on the outside, this is important!)... I believe that only the language barrier is the reason why your lessons are, in your opinion, not good enough. I think the top spot definitely belongs to Professor Binns, let’s not deprive him of the pleasure of being the best at something...

As for the rest, well... I had a suspicion you’d been to Nitra. Because I also visited it not too long ago. It’s a bit of a long story, involving a certain annoying old lady who became a nun for a few hours to deliver something to a little pirate... I’d be happy to tell you if you’d like.

I have no idea what might be in that “collapsed corridor,” even having once a friend from Durmstrang, he never told me about it, and he knew many secrets of the castle... Our paths diverged many years ago, my fault, so unfortunately, I can’t ask him for help. I’m sorry.

As for the spell on the card: fascinating. I have no idea how she knew about it. Here is its full text:

Ferte in noctem animam meam Illustrent stellae viam meam Aspectu illo glorior Dum capit nox diem Cantate vitae canticum Sine dolore actae Dicite eis quos amabam Me nunquam obliturum

Well, my surprise is quite justified because... I am its author and certain that no one knows these words. It’s a spell, or rather an incantation similar in effect to the Patronus, used by me in difficult moments... It has a healing and calming effect...(It would be good if you finally mastered patronus, you’re right, something is in the air and Expecto Patronum should be your priority now... I know you have a lot of work, but please practice it in your spare moments...) I don’t know how the Witch knows these words, but since you now know about them thanks to her, maybe they will help you find the “light.”

Your theory about the connection between Ancient Magic and what’s happening now has been on my list for some time, boasting immodestly, but nothing beyond that, because there is no “list” of people like you. It would be foolish to claim that since the times of Isidora and Professor Percival, no one has wielded Ancient Magic, but there is too little evidence, only assumptions, considering that its traces are unlikely seen by anyone not touched by this gift... This is a complete novelty to me... You were a complete novelty... If Miriam Fig were alive, she would surely be able to help us... Sometimes I feel like we’re left alone with many issues... I wonder who else we can consult, and the only one that comes to mind is Merlin himself... I even wrote to Nicolas Flamel about this... Polite as always, he said that Ancient Magic is outside the scope of his studies, he knows about it mainly from Mrs. Fig’s manuscripts... Percival Rackham, although he was his acquaintance, never admitted it to him, or who knows, the trace of Isidora was erased along with Ancient Magic wherever possible.

Sleep well, Aesop

PS: As for Mr. Weasley, I would prefer to be cautious and not praise him until he passes his exams and leaves the school. PPS: Tentaculas very effectively grab and swallow howlers, Mirabel’s method for annoying letters from parents, 10/10 recommend.

Aesop carefully packed the vial of oil into a small box, read the Witch's letter thoroughly, looked at the card with curiosity, and included them in the envelope with his own letter to return to Morana. Holub, slightly awakened, extended his leg for Sharp to attach the message. The bird only flew away after being stroked on the neck.

Sharp watched it go, smiling slightly, and just as he was about to rise from the chair to get a few more hours of sleep, another owl flew into the room, dropping the morning mail and the "Prophet" onto his desk... Ah, it was already morning... Aesop frowned and glanced at the newspaper's headline, which made him turn pale. Morana was staring at him from the photo, her face stone-cold and serious, her body marked with new runes.

"DURMSTRANG'S YOUNGEST DEPUTY HEADMISTRESS"

"Why wasn't I informed about this!?" Morana thundered in the headmaster's office. The man, stirring his coffee, merely shrugged. "I was busy, didn't have time, and we made the decision rather quickly..." he said with a thick Norwegian accent, making him hard to understand, with yawns punctuating his words. "Well, you’re new here, the youngest, and... well... Durmstrang wants to encourage young women to study here, improve its image. You’re perfect!" Morana opened her mouth to say something, but he silenced her with a raised hand as he noisily slurped his coffee. After a moment, he spoke again.

"It's a great honor for a young woman, prestigious... You’ll receive a higher salary and a better room than our former deputy headmaster... Yesterday he unexpectedly retired... Apparently, he lost a considerable sum of money to a faculty member in a chess game, then got into a fight and resigned, unfortunate business."

Morana exhaled, indeed, such a promotion was a significant honor, and the salary numbers written on the documents by the headmaster were convincing. Ambition painted a bright future in her imagination...

The headmaster looked at her pleadingly, clearly having some interest in her taking the position, possibly fearing that Hogwarts, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and Koldovstoretz were stealing his students...

"As for formalities... Chief Constable Fromm will certainly want to meet you... Vincent is a dear friend of mine, speaks English better than most in this country, and will guide you through the labyrinth of your new duties. He mentioned that he translated the documents for you, a golden wizard..."

"Vincent Fromm..." Morana whispered, shuddering as she recalled Aesop's dislike for him. "But he works for the British Ministry of Magic..."

"Yes." The headmaster shrugged, as if it were obvious, and glanced at his watch. "You’ll probably receive an owl from him soon, and in the meantime, you’ll continue with your regular classes... I must dash, I have a meeting, good luck."

Morana left his office and, leaning against the wall, slid down to the cold floor. She curled up, trying to collect her thoughts.

She didn’t like that the decision was made behind her back... Once again. She was once more someone’s puppet, or a trophy that someone wanted to place on a shelf in the office to show the school’s prestige... She didn’t like that just as before with the Keepers, she had promised herself that no one would ever make decisions for her again... well, she agreed to it again. She could have refused...

She felt pathetic.

She heard Holub chirping, flying through the corridors searching for her, carrying a package in his claws. "Aesop!" She jumped to her feet, grabbing and quickly unwrapping the gift. She read the letter in one breath, feeling her heart race, and pulled out the vial of elixir. He was a genius.

She burst into tears, unable to control the mix of happiness and sadness fighting for dominance within her.

Sharp's elixir, which Aesop labeled: A Very Sharp Translating Oil, worked perfectly. The students were shocked when Morana suddenly started speaking fluent Norwegian, answering essays, understanding what the students were gossiping about behind her back. She quickly caught up on her work, and her lessons suddenly stopped being, much to the headmaster's positive surprise, a chore. She could also search for information about the collapsed tunnel. She didn’t find much, but it was still something. Old maps indeed had several areas now off-limits to students, and the children told Morana various versions of the story. Sometimes, you had to say magic words several times at night, or write them on the wall, and then a strange force would pull you into that place, a voice would echo from the darkness, or a trapdoor would open under your feet... However, these were just school legends, used to scare first-years into not wandering alone in the dark. One of many legends, just as the Witch had said, and definitely the less popular one. There were no "official" records about it, or anything that lurked in the school's darkness, like a basilisk or other monster... Durmstrang seemed suspiciously safe. Morana used her night duties to test these student methods of "summoning the magical corridor," but without success. After one such night, while she was replying to Aesop’s letter to thank him and ask for a story about Madame Niffleur at Monastery, she noticed a letter with the Ministry seal waiting for her at her breakfast spot. She opened it with trembling hands.

Dear Ms. Morana Dimm!

It is my great honor to introduce you to the duties of the School, where I was educated, especially as it values good relations with other institutions through the Triwizard Tournament or The Wizarding Schools Potions Championship. The opportunity to exchange knowledge and experience is a priority for Durmstrang, which is why we are pleased with your presence among the faculty. Would this Friday at 11:00 be convenient for you to meet with me in Trondheim? I’ll be passing through then, and I’ll provide you with the Floo name. Of course, if the time or place I suggested is not convenient for you, I would appreciate a proposal, and I will gladly adjust. I would appreciate a reply. I look forward to a fruitful collaboration,

Chief Constable Vincent Ærinbjørn Fromm

Well, having in mind the image of Fromm as a not particularly friendly person, the tone of the letter surprised her greatly. Uncertain, she immediately replied, confirming the time and place of the meeting, and sent an owl. She sat silently at the table for a moment, mindlessly chewing on a sandwich, and decided to look for something about him in the library... That’s what Aesop would probably do. He would thoroughly know the enemy before any confrontation... Hmmm... Enemy? Maybe she was too influenced by what Aesop said, but she trusted his intuition so much...

She climbed the steep stairs, eating the radishes she had stuffed her pockets with, and entered the library, no longer intimidated by the piles of incomprehensible books. The letters before her eyes turned into words and sentences in English. She immediately spotted the dusty yearbooks... Vincent was slightly older than Aesop, she estimated his age to be around 43-48 years, and searched within that range... Finally, when her fingers were gray from the dirt of the books she had been flipping through, she found, among Fromm’s classmates, a photo of a smiling young man with a shock of blonde hair.

He didn’t have the face of someone who could ever cause harm to anyone... An angelic face, a prefect badge proudly worn on his robe... He was a model student who probably went to bed at 7 pm every day in fresh pajamas, clean, fragrant, with combed hair and brushed teeth... One note interested Morana: a victory in The Wizarding Schools Potions Championship... ex equo with with Hogwarts. She jumped up, looking for the trophy from that competition among others on the walls... Finally, she spotted it above one of the bookshelves.

A commemorative plaque with a photo showing two boys shaking hands... One of them, dressed in the strikingly black Hogwarts robe, made her heart beat faster.

"Accio!" The frame didn’t budge, clearly protected from students’ sticky fingers. Morana bit her lip and climbed onto the shelves. She leveled with the picture, clinging tightly to the cabinets.

The teenage Aesop Sharp, a boy with dark hair, eyes, a large nose, and crooked teeth, was shaking hands with Vincent Fromm, both delighted with their win, occasionally lifting the trophy, hugging each other friendly, dancing with joy, playfully pushing each other and laughing... As if they were really good friends...

The shelf beneath Morana’s feet made a worrying creak.

"Oh." Barely escaped her lips when suddenly the entire bookshelf collapsed under her weight, crashing to the ground and raising a dense cloud of dust that took her breath away. "Do-Do-oo p-piče"

She managed to get out, trying to extricate herself from the pile of books, choking on the cloud of dirt and ancient parchment turned to dust. She groaned as she stood up, rubbing her bruised tailbone. She coughed a few times and disentangled herself from the cobwebs, then waved her hand to clear some dust and was about to say "Reparo" when she saw a familiar glow. She froze, seeing that the wall in front of her, previously hidden by the bookshelf, was made of a similar ice-like, semi-transparent surface, glowing with ancient magic. Through it, she could see a tunnel that disappeared into the darkness... She trembled and immediately approached one of the portals she knew so well, passing through it without any problem.

"Lumos," she whispered and began to walk forward in the darkness, taking steps faster and faster, until she reached a dead end, on the wall of which hung an empty portrait.

"Lumos Maxima!" She swallowed and approached, examining it, illuminating it, trembling with excitement and... fear? What did all this mean? Suddenly, a figure appeared on the canvas, hesitantly stepping into its designated place.

Morana froze and collapsed to the floor, her knees giving way beneath her, managing only to whisper:

"Isidora!.."

End of part XX, thanks for reading

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