#albus potter x platonic!reader

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let me back in

in which scorpius malfoy is utterly confused why his lover won’t speak to him

PAIRING: scorpius malfoy x slytherin!reader, scorpius malfoy x reader

WARNINGS: slight fluff, blood purist beliefs, angst, mentions of moldy voldy

WORD COUNT: 3.9k

“Y/L/N.” 

“Scorpius.” You smiled. “I thought we were past the point in our relationship where we address each other by last name.” 

He smiled back, kissing your temple gently. “How was your day, my love?” 

“Fine. Better now that you’re here.” 

“Get a room, I beg of you.” 

The couple laughed, turning around the see their best friend. “Albus, just because your girlfriend won’t speak to you, doesn’t mean you can take your anger out on us.” 

You nodded, sticking out your tongue. “Yeah, Potter.” 

“You two make me sick.” He scoffed. “What shall we do today?” 

“We?” You asked. “I have class.” 

Albus rolled his eyes. “I still don’t understand how you take so many classes. Advanced Ancient Runes and History of Magic are at the same time.” 

You wiggled your eyebrows. “A magician never reveals their secrets, dear padawan.” 

Scorpius tilted his head. “Padawan?” 

“Oh, my love…” You patted his arm condescendingly. “I need to educate you on arguably the best muggle film franchise of all time.” 

Albus laughed. “Wrong. The best is Lord of the Rings.” 

“As much as I would love to continue this debate-” You kissed Scorpius’s cheek quickly, turning down the following corridor. “I have to go.” A hand grabbed your wrist, and you sighed. “Scor- Mmph!” 

His lips slammed against yours, and your eyes fluttered shut, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Salazar, again?” 

You smiled, pulling your lips from his just barely so you could respond. “Like my lovely boyfriend said earlier, just because you’re-” Scorpius kissed you again, and even though it pained you to stop, you would be late to class if you stayed any longer. “You have to stop interrupting me when I start to reach a valid point.” 

“But you’re just so stunning, how can I not-” This time, you caught him by surprise, kissing him before he could finish his sentence. He laughed, nudging his nose against yours gently. “Message received.” 

You walked away, waving goodbye. “See you later, love.” 

Thanks to your ravenous boyfriend, you were now late for class. You stalked down the corridor, paying no attention to your surroundings. Unbuttoning the top buttons on your shirt, you pulled the time turner out from beneath, twisting it to take you back a couple of hours, back to when Advanced Ancient Runes began. 

“Watch out- Merlin!” 

Before you’d realized what happened, you flew forward, books flinging out of your arms and across the hall. “Shit, I’m sorry I was-” You pushed away the student that was trying to help you, the glint of the time turner catching your eye. They welled with tears, if the turns were even slightly off, you would be thrown into a completely different time, or, Salazar forbid, place. Grabbing it from the ground, you fumbled with the circles, desperately trying to fix what had been done, but it was too late. 

Your surroundings were starting to change before your eyes. The Headmistress had warned you, she’d warned you that this could have consequences- You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping the fall hadn’t altered the time jump to the point that it became irreversible. 

The hall looked the same at first glance: same walls, same distress marks from generations of students walking in the same place. You knew the student you tripped over wouldn’t be there, but you hadn’t expected the world to seem so… dark. The sky was grey, void of all the cheer and warmth your Hogwarts constantly had. 

“Is there a reason you are not in class?” 

That drawl. You turned around, Snape staring at you with his usual dead gaze.

In a sense, you felt relieved. You’d never loved your Head of House, but seeing a familiar face let a small flicker of hope creep into your heart. “Professor, I need to see the Headmistress immediately.” 

He crossed his arms. “Do you think you amuse me?” 

“I’m sorry?” 

“I’m sorry, sir.” He hissed.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Even in this timeline, Snape was the same uptight buzzkill. “Alright then. May I see Professor McGonagall?” 

“Professor McGonagall is no longer teaching at Hogwarts.” His eyes narrowed, glancing down at your hand, the chain of your time turner dangling. “What have you-” 

You pushed past him, running down the corridor, trying to find any familiar face that could help you. “Scorpius? Albus? Professor-” 

“Scorpius.” There your boyfriend stood, in all his glory. His hair was slick, compared to its usual volume and life. His face looked solemn, and his eyes- you frowned.

This was not your Scorpius.

“Love-” He made no point to respond, instead, he glared, gripping his wand tightly.

“How dare you speak to me that way? You- you filthy mud-.” 

“Scorpius.” Your heart broke, that phrase confirming how dark a timeline you’d traveled to. Scorpius would never have said that. Salazar, he'd never have even thought it. “It’s me-” 

“Y/L/N, I don’t know if you’ve acquired a concussion, but you and I are not, nor have we ever been lovers.” He stepped closer, holding his wand up. “You have two seconds to get out of my sight before I change my mind and curse you.” 

“Just wait one moment. Where’s Albus?” Stalling could be your friend. You hoped it would be your friend. Even if you and Scorpius weren’t together, there was no doubt in your mind that he and Albus had not bonded in this universe too. 

Your hopes were once again crushed. His once beautiful grey eyes grew dark, dangerous in a way you didn’t trust. “How dare you!” 

You drew your wand from the pocket of your robe, gripping McGonagall's time turner tightly in the other hand. “Where is he?” 

His voice held more venom than you’d ever thought he could possess. “Potter is dead. Good riddance, I say. He was a blood traitor and a-” 

“I dare you to say that again.” You hissed, throwing out any sense of restraint you’d held before. This is what Professor Potter had trained you for; you’d just never thought you’d use his lessons on your alternate-timeline boyfriend. “You know your father would never allow this. Stop this blood purity nonsense-” 

“I should just call him now, see what should be done with you.” 

“He?” A chill ran down your spine. Surely he hadn't-

Scorpius was closer now, close enough that you could smell his cologne. It had at a time, brought you comfort. Now, it drove fear through your veins. “Scared? He’ll want to meet the last mudblood-” 

“Petrificus Totalus.” His eyes widened while his body went stiff. He stilled for a moment, before you pushed him back, falling to the ground with a thud. Looming over him, wand still firmly grasped in hand, you prepared yourself to see what you knew was branded on him. You crouched down, grabbing his arm and shoving his sleeve up to confirm the truth you knew - your lovely boy was a Death Eater, the very thing out to kill you. 

You stood up so fast your head began to spin. Your palm shook as you tried to fix what brought you here in the first place. You had no idea what or who would round the corner, permanently taking away your ability to leave. Twisting the outer ring once forward, the middle ring twice backward, and the inner ring forward twice, you squeezed your eyes shut once again, hoping that when you opened them, you could get rid of this time turner and find some peace. 

“Y/N?” You knew that voice. Clutching your wand, you took a step back, glaring at the boy in front of you. “Just- get back.” 

“What?” Scorpius tilted his head. “Has something hap-” 

“I said get back!” You raised your wand, and Scorpius raised his hands in surrender. 

“Love?” He looked equal parts worried and concerned. “You’re scaring m-” 

You whipped around, sprinting down the hall that led to the Headmistress’s office. Yelling out the password, you walked up the stairs, slamming the time turner on McGonagall’s desk. The older witch looked up from her work, raising an eyebrow. “What is the reason for this-” Her gaze softened when she realized you were on the verge of tears. “Take a seat.” 

You shook your head. “There’s no need, Headmistress. I can’t use this any longer. It’s- I’ve-”

McGonagall raised her hand. “No explanation is necessary. You’re a bright student, I’m certain your professors will be more than happy to accommodate you.” 

“Thank you.” 

She nodded, gesturing to a tin of biscuits that sat open at the front of her desk. “Take a biscuit.”

“I-”

“Take a biscuit. Calms the nerves.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You smiled, grabbing the nearest chocolate biscuit.

The Headmistress continued. “I will tell your professors that you spent the day assisting me with next year’s prefect selections, and therefore could not make it to class.” 

“There’s really no need-” 

“Take the favor, my dear.” She interrupted, shooing you away. “Now go on.”

“What’s wrong with you?” Albus stared at his best friend, who was lying face-first on his pillows. He laughed, sitting down on his bed. “Has Y/N stopped talking to you as well?” 

Scorpius peeked out from the pillow, nodding once. Albus’s smile dropped. “Actually?” 

Scorpius rolled over, face void of emotion. “Told me to go away.” 

“What have you done?” 

“Nothing!” He yelled. “That I can think of.” 

“Want me to see what’s the matter?” 

The blonde sat up, smiling eagerly. “You’d do that for me?” 

“Salazar, I was bloody joking-” Scorpius looked dejected. “But if you want…” 

Albus groaned as he knocked on the 7th year prefect dorms. How’d Scorpius convince him to do this, to get directly in the middle of their spat? “Y/N? It’s Albus.” 

 “Come in.” 

He pushed the door open, sighing at the sight before him. “Are you alright?” 

You nodded. “Fine.” 

He crossed his arms. “Really?” 

You sighed. “He’s told you?” 

“Hasn’t told me much, considering you haven’t told him much.” He stepped forward, speaking gently. “What did he do?” 

“Just-” You sighed. “Promise me you’ll look after him.” 

“I will, but can you-” 

“Albus…” Your heart was breaking. “I can’t tell you, it’s confidential.” 

He nodded, your statement confirming what he’d already known: you had access to a time-turner, and something had gone wrong, wrong enough for you to break up with your loving boyfriend. “I’ll take care of him, but I can’t promise that he won’t ask questions.” He stepped forward, grabbing your hands in his. “He’s worried sick about you.” 

Your eyes welled with tears. “He’ll forget- the House Cup is coming up soon.” You stood up, tidying your room as you spoke, realizing you had a guest. “Co-Captain is a big role, he’ll be focused on that.” 

Albus laughed, standing up to help you clean. “That’s what I’m concerned about. As the second Co-Captain, I need my team focused, and I don’t exactly think he will be when his-” He stopped, sighing. “I think this could all be solved if you just talked to him.” 

“I need time. Please.” 

Albus nodded. “I’ll relay the message.” 

It’d been weeks since you’d seen him, avoiding all the places you’d once sought out. He was always in the library, the Slytherin common room, the quidditch pitch. You’d gone out of your way to eat meals on the opposite side of the table, staring at the ground so you wouldn’t meet his eyes.

Layla Goldstein, your closest friend outside of Slytherin, saw how miserable you were cooped up in your dorm every night, and began to invite you to the Ravenclaw common room. It was the perfect space for studying, which made sense, considering Ravenclaw’s reputation.

You and Layla had always been close, sitting next to each other on the train to Hogwarts before you’d even been sorted. She was a perfect shoulder to cry on, or ignore your problems, much like you were doing now. She’d never explicitly asked you what’d happened, but you’d told her anyway.

She groaned, slamming her head playfully against her textbook. “Shall we take a break?”

You grinned, nodding energetically. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Standing up, she stretched, tossing out ideas for a change of scenery. “How about the Great Hall?” 

You shook your head. “The kitchens are much quieter. Easier to take your mind off school when you can’t see anyone you know.”

Layla laughed, following after you. “And how do you know the way into the kitchens?” 

You hooked your arm through hers, whispering. “Let’s just say James Potter is a horrible influence.” 

“Of course it was James.” 

You turned around, wiggling your eyebrows. “Something you want to say?” 

She scoffed, shoving you playfully. “Bugger off. Can I not make an observation?”

“Of course you can. But don’t expect me to sit quietly.” You stopped in front of the tapestry, tickling the pear, and pushing on the wall until it opened. “You’ll love it. The house elves are so sweet, they’re actually-” 

Your breath felt as if it was knocked out of you. There he was, as beautiful as ever. You’d thought he was a figment of your imagination, something you’d conjured up in a fit of delusion. This wasn’t the first time it would have happened since you’d stopped seeing each other; just a glimpse of blonde hair had your heart skip. It was never him of course, and then you would have to remind yourself Scorpius wasn’t here. 

“Darling.” His familiar cologne filled your senses. 

“Scorpius.” You responded quietly. 

 Layla leaned forward, whispering in your ear. “Should we-” 

You nodded. “The Great Hall is sounding better now. Besides-”

“I miss you.” His eyes were watering, hands itching to reach out and hold yours. “Can we talk?” 

You felt like you were on fire the way he was holding your gaze. “I don’t think there’s anything to say.” 

“Well that’s not true, is it, love?” He took a step forward, and you instinctively reacted by stepping back, furthering yourself from him. He sighed, obviously upset with how everything had ended. You couldn’t blame him, you’d given him no context as to why you wanted a break. “Like that for example. You’ve never done that-” 

Layla clapped her hands, breaking your gaze. “It seems as if you two need to talk.” 

“No!” You shook your head. “Let’s just go back, I’m not hungry anymore.” 

“Y/N-” 

You whipped around, following after Layla without sparing him a second glance.

“Do you still love him?” 

“As if I could ever stop.” You frowned, hugging yourself. “But whenever I think I’m over it, I see him and it all comes rushing back-” 

“You don’t have to explain.” Layla smiled, hugging you quickly. “But let me ask you one thing. Would you rather lose the love of your life, or tell him what happened and work through it together?” 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Have I told you how much I hate when you’re right?”

“I wasn’t sorted into Ravenclaw for my courage, now was I?”  

“I know this class might seem lecture-heavy, but it’s vital we learn this so that it is never repeated again. Understood?” The class nodded, and Professor Potter smiled. “Good. Now, can anyone tell me the definition of blood prejudice?” 

A few hands shot up, namely Rose Granger-Weasley, yours, and Layla’s. Potter called on his niece. “Ms. Granger-Weasley.” 

“Blood prejudice is a form of discrimination, stemming from the categorization of magical bloodlines.” 

He nodded. “Good, good. Can anyone name the three categories commonly associated with this term?” 

Layla’s hand shot up. “Pure-bloods, half-bloods, and Muggle-borns.” 

“Very good. Now, this question is a little harder, so don’t feel bad if you can’t answer.” You and Rose laughed, preparing to raise your hands regardless. “What was the cause behind the Second Wizarding War?” Both of your hands shot up, and the class laughed. 

Professor Potter stopped for a second, before calling on you. “Y/L/N.” 

“The Second Wizarding War was a result of the First Wizarding War. After Voldemort had been killed, most thought that peace would reign. But after a decade of hiding Death Eaters and followers had let their hate fester, a new resurgence of blood purity sprang. Its belief system reached a new height in 1996, with the death of Albus Dumbledore, and Hogwarts being overtaken by Voldemort’s most loyal supporters.” 

Professor Potter grinned, clapping proudly. “Very well put-” 

“What a load of nonsense.” A Ravenclaw boy muttered somewhere behind you. 

“What was that?” 

Oh, Merlin.

Scorpius was glaring at the boy, the entire class watching with anticipation. Under Scorpius’s gaze, the boy shrank, murmuring some sort of apology. Scorpius persisted, raising his voice. “Say that again.” 

“Mr.Malfoy-” 

Albus whispered in his friend’s ear, but Scorpius ignored him, standing up. “Do you disagree?” 

The boy straightened his posture, his hand itching toward his wand. “I do.” 

“Oh?” Scorpius looked daunting, his eyes dark, face void of all its usual light. “Do tell.” 

“Scorpius…” Professor Potter spoke. “Sit down. Mr. Avery will be dealt with.” 

Scorpius ignored him. “I want to hear you say why you disagree. I’m sure it’s extremely incorrect, but I want to-” 

“Scorpius.” You hissed, his eyes instantly finding yours. “Sit down.” 

He looked positively shocked, sitting down without another word. Avery must have felt quite full of himself again, because he began to taunt Scorpius, hissing when Potter couldn’t hear. “Look at that, Malfoy. Can’t even stand up for Y/L/N properly. No wonder your father- OW!”

The class quieted, staring at the boy once again. Professor Potter sighed. “What is it now, Mr. Avery?” 

“Someone cursed me!” 

Potter was visibly fighting the urge to laugh. “Who would have cursed you, Mr. Avery?” 

“I don’t know, anyone!” 

Potter looked out at the class. “Does anyone have something to admit to?” No one spoke. “No?” 

You smirked, putting your wand back in your sleeve. He nodded. “Very well. Mr. Avery, please stay after class.” 

Your juvenile peers began to tease him, poking fun at his inevitable detention. All you could do was stare at the front of the class, frozen. Scorpius was staring at you and had been since you’d told him to sit. 

“Y/N.” 

You turned around, smiling lightly. “James. To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

“Can I not say hello to my favorite Slytherin?” 

“I’m going to have to tell Albus you said that.” 

He laughed, slinging an arm over your shoulder. “He knows he’s my favorite.” 

“As much as I enjoy your company, I have a feeling you have an ulterior moment.” 

“What makes you say that?”

“No reason.” You laughed. “Do you know Layla Goldstein?” James’s cheeks grew red, and you nodded. “Thought you might.” 

“Has she said something about me?” 

You grinned. “Why?” 

“I-” He groaned, realizing you had been teasing him. “You know.” 

“Of course I know, she’s my best friend.” 

“Which is why I wanted to ask a favor.” 

“I’m listening.” 

Can you-” 

“Y/N!” 

James rolled his eyes, nudging her lightly. “My, you are popular.” 

You laughed, turning around. “I’ve been- Scorpius.” He was bouncing nervously, still smiling just as brightly as ever. 

James coughed. “I’ll uh, ask you later then.”

Your eyes widened. “James, you can-” 

“Too late, I’m halfway down the corridor.” 

You clenched your fists, sighing as you faced Scorpius once more. He inched forward until you were a breath apart. His cologne pulled you in, regardless of the mixed feelings you had - when he’d trap you in his arms, kissing you senseless until you were weak in the knees.

More recently, when he threatened to call Voldemort. 

“I have to-” 

“I need to know what happened.” His smile had fallen. “If you don’t want to-” His voice grew quiet. “If you don’t want to be with me I can accept it. I just need to know why. Please.” 

“If I tell you…” You whispered. “You can’t tell anyone else.” 

“Alright.” 

“Not even Albus.” 

“I-” Your face was serious, the most serious he’d ever seen. “I swear.” 

You nodded, grabbing his hand and pulling him down a hidden alley. If everything was fine between you, he would have made a comment about you being forward, now he just watched in silence. You stopped, letting go of his hand immediately. “He was right.” 

“Who?”

“Albus.” 

“About?” 

“You know how I’ve been taking Advanced Ancient Runes and History of Magic?” He nodded. “They’re at the same time, and well… McGonagall gave me her time-turner. I tripped after you- well you distracted me and I twisted the last ring wrong, and was sent to an alternate reality.” 

His eyes tripled in size. “I’m sorry?” 

“You should be.” You murmured. “I told you, kissing me like that-” You smiled at his pink cheeks, remembering what your original purpose had been. “Anyways, the air was cold and gloomy. The warmth was… gone.” You shivered. “And then I saw Snape and he wasn’t any help- And I ran away, calling out for someone, when I saw you. But it wasn’t- it wasn’t you, exactly. You were cold, calling me a- You called me a mudblood, alluded to the fact that you killed Albus, and then tried calling Voldemort on me.” You huffed, flailing your arms. “There, now you know every-”

“Oh, darling.” He looked concerned more than satisfied. “I can’t believe you have access to a time-turner.” 

You scoffed. “That’s what you focused on?” 

“Of course not, but…” He took a deep breath. “We can work around that. I understand now, why you needed time that is. And I’m sorry that you went through that alone, that I didn’t corner you sooner.”

You laughed. “I chose to go through this alone, don’t blame yourself.” Taking a step forward, you reached out for his hands, holding them in yours. “You know, it’s just like you to apologize for something you didn’t do. You’re perfect, my love.”

“That’s all you, I’m afraid.” He squeezed your hands gently, taking a step back. “I’ll see you around, yeah?” 

“That’s it?” You teased him. “You’re just going to walk away?” 

He sauntered over, his eyes twinkling with that look that’d gotten you into this situation. “Do you want something else to happen?” 

“Dunno.” You shrugged, resisting the urge to sprint into his arms. “I suppose finally telling you has lifted the spell I was under.” 

“Oh?” He laughed. “Even if it didn’t work, I’ll be here, waiting until it does.”

Your heart felt full. “Salazar, you are perfect.” 

“Say that again, please.” 

You grabbed his hands once more, pulling him closer. “You’re perfect.” Standing on your tiptoes, you kissed his cheek. “And I love you.” 

You walked away, knowing that he’d follow after you, that was the fun after all. His footsteps echoed down the corridor, and you smiled. “Finally caught up did you?” His hand grabbed your waist, spinning you around until you were face to face. 

“I love you too.” 

“Good.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Now, have I mentioned you’re perfect?” 

He shook his head, lips itching to kiss yours. “Not recently, I don’t think it would hurt to hear it.” 

“Ah. Well in that case- mmph!” Your eyes fluttered shut, falling into his kiss. 

“Sorry.” He pulled away, grinning boyishly. “I’ll stop interrupting you someday.” 

“As long as you interrupt me like that-” You kissed him lightly. “You have my full permission.”

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We'll heal together: Prologue

Harry Potter x Reader (Platonic)

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Summary: Harry Potter grew up without the warmth of a family he should have known. A father in James Potter, a mother in Lily Potter, a God Father in Sirius Black, and an Uncle in Remus Lupin. Oh, and let's not forget, an aunt in {Y/N} {L/N}.

Cw: Use of {Y/N}, thoughts of self pity and mourning, {please reach out if I missed something}

Wc-526

Harry felt lost, he felt cold.

He found himself at the astronomy tower late at night, wrapped in the invisibility cloak up to his neck and leaning forward on the banister rail. His eyes were hazy, glossy and warm, fogging his glasses. With a huff he pulled them off and cleaned them with a corner of the cloak, sliding them back up his face as the hot tears that threatened to spill just made him repeat the process.

He had been wandering late at night, really anything to keep his mind off of everything that had happened so far. He felt guilty, this year had started off so well, all of his friends seemed to be happy, but here he was, Harry Potter, moping over a love he truly never knew.

He found his eyes drifting up to the stars. He had never seen so many before Hogwarts, in the city he grew up in, even the skies seemed dark in the clearest of nights. His mind attempted to wander, back to the Dudley's and the cupboard he slept in. The life he was denied and the truths they kept. But he pulled himself from those thoughts as soon as he could, focusing instead on the lights.

He squinted, as if the constellations he learned of in class would suddenly take shape. That they would morphe into creatures and instruments, the ones that matched the stories he heard. That Leo would suddenly come to life and the two lions he heard so much about would return to him, back home to his heart. He found it fitting, being born to those clusters of stars. He himself had put them up there, in protecting him, and now they were forever what he would think of. The two lions who fought so fiercely just to meet him. Just to have him. But he sat here, weeping their names, as if he had even known them.

He shook the thought away. He would not sit here moping about his dead parents. Even with his mini pep talk, he found his eyes dragging up to the sky once more. His eyes caught by the brightest star in the sky. He frowned, slowly sitting up straight as he witnessed it, a pout growing harder. Before he could ponder what the longing in his heart was, he heard it. The foot falls of the Prefects on their rounds.

Harry huffed and shook his head. He needed to go back to bed.

The moon provided a strange warmth in his stomach that he had never known before, as its light flickered in the halls everytime he passed a window. He let his eyes trail back to the window, pausing for only a moment as he saw what seemed to be a small fox scurry its way between the courtyard walls and a small burrow it seemed to have made for itself. He found himself smiling despite it all, tonight was.. wasn't all bad. Summer was soon, and next year, there would be no Tom Riddle, no basilisks to fight, no Lockheart. After this summer, it would be okay.

Year 3 would be his year.

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james sirius potter - the star boy

·˚ ༘ just some headcanons on what I think harry potter's eldest son would be like

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- he's a big marvel fan and he lovess miles morales (he literally wants to be him), if he had a girlfriend he'd beg her to go as miles and gwen for halloween. literally don't talk to him about any superhero stuff though, he'll talk your ear off he's such a fanboy and gets like a little kid whenever he talks about batman, spiderman or captain america.

- he's extremely popular like almost ridiculously so. he has a huge friend group and everyone except maybe for the slytherins like and respect him. nobody says that they don't like james sirius potter and if anyone within the gryffindor house would even utter one bad word about him, they would definitely be frowned upon

- some say he's like a carbon copy of his father, because they're so similar in so many aspects (they're both sassy boys).

- OH he's absolutely a fuck boy. there's not a single doubt in my mind that he is. he's not against having a girlfriend but she'd definitely have to be super popular as well and stand out from the masses. he'd never date someone shy or introverted, since he's like "if the word 'extroverted' was a person" if you know what I mean. he just wants somebody to match his freak and do crazy irresponsible shit with. he's also the type of person who loves to go out & socialize so he'd need to date somebody who's also like that. he also needs to release the pent up energy inside him so staying in all of the time just isn't an option for him. but he would have introverted friends.

- he likes to make out with hot girls at parties and forget their name in the morning. he likes to drink and sometimes smoke as well. he's the life of the party, always animating everyone to dance and drink and play games, always doing smalltalk with everyone and remembering little details about them but forgetting the big things (like their name lmao). he's a beer pong champion and in general really good at all the party games. he's just like a party animal

- he always knows the right things to say at the right time and people adore him for it. he genuinely cares about everyone in his year, even the slytherin outcasts. if he sees someone crying or hurt he doesn't care who you are or which house you're in, he's cheering you up

- he likes to be the center of attention. whenever his dad is followed by paparazzi or journalists, he makes a show out of talking to them, posing for the cameras until he's pulled away by ginny. she's honestly so done with him by now because he's such a sucker for attention lmaoo. but then he ends up in like famous wizard magazines (even the daily prophet) and he just has the biggest, most smug grin on his face when he sees his picture, it definitely encourages him to keep giving the paparazzi what they want

- he's also a family guy even if he doesn't get along with albus that well. he loves his little sister lily though and his mom and his dad. christmas with his family is his favorite thing because he loves their little traditions. he always puts great care in what he gets eveyone as a present and he loves it when lily's face lights up when he gets her that exact thing she wanted. he also loves his grandmother (slayy grandma molly) and he always proudly wears the sweaters that she knits him! the whole weasley-potter-delacour and whatnot family always has a big get-together ont the 25th or 26th of december and that's where james whips out his guitar and performs the christmas songs he's been working on perfecting all season.

- he lovesss quidditch and dancing and he'd actually be the type to start kpop dancing or something and he'd be AMAZING like actually breathtaking. he's the only thing you can look at while he performs on stage, he's just the golden boy. he'd go to training like everyday when he's at home and while he's at school he'd practice on his own! he really looks up to celestia warbeck and wants to be the male version of her when he's older! definitely he's really dedicated and I can imagine him being in like a boy group when he's older or going on to be a solo performer

- he can also sing and play the guitar, bro writes his own songs! his voice is the one of an angel and whenever he sings at a gryffindor bonfire or party, the whole room is drawn to him, falls for him. he dreams of being an entertainer or professional quidditch player later in his life and he's honestly made for it as well. the scouts who watch him play or dance always eat whatever he does up. he's literally destined to be a superstar, plus he also has great advantages from being a nepo baby.

- he's not that good at school though, except maybe for flying class and some random subject like divination (let's be honest, only because he flirts with professor trelawney), he'll just get some ravenclaw girl to tutor him though

- he's the type to take feminist literature to a café and pretend he's reading it lmaoo. it's not like he's not a feminist or doesn't support women's rights (he loves women), the boy just doesn't read books, like at all. he just wants to pick up women with the feminist literature and he'll pretend like he's read the book.

- honestly he'd even listen to lana del ray or taylor swift and he's not embarrased or scared he'll be seen as gay or soft. he knows he's straight (maybe even a little heteroflexible) and cis and he doesn't feel threatened in his masculinity when a gay boy comes and flirts with him, he sees it as an honour and politely declines, I mean, he even has gay friends and gay cousins and bro let's be honest, even though he isn't out yet, his brother's definitely a bit fruity for his best friend scorpius. he's not scared of rumours about his identity or sexuality, people can misinterpret him, he literally doesn't care.

- unbothered king!! you either love him or you hate him but he literally doesn't care, he can be so nonchalant and can definitely break a girl's heart cause he literally DOES NOT CARE TUT and he's definitely gotten himself into a lot of situationships (like I said, he's a fuckboy) but he will only ever get with a girl he is in love with, he doesn't just bring any girl home to his momma, she'd have to be special

- apropos, he is such a mama's boy! not like those boys who's momma is in love with them and hates every girlfriend their son brings home, no, that's obviously not ginny, but he just honestly loves his mom! he likes to go shopping with her and lily or go get their nails done with them (yes, he also loves those pretty nails with designs, not the long acrylic ones obviously but the short ones. he practically advanced from just painting his nails black to getting designs on them)

- the best way to be in james' life is honestly to either be one of his cousins or friends. his friends are literally like family to him and he's so loyal to them. also he's such a fun friend and always comes up with the best ideas, it's never boring with him. he's also open to doing so many different things, depending on what his freinds are like. if you're introverted and like staying in, he'll literally just do that with you and yes, he'll even watch gossip girl and do face masks, he doesn't mind, he just likes spending time with his friends. he'll enjoy whatever he does as long as its with a friend. and if you're one of his cousins he'll literally treat you like a sibling / best friend because all of his cousins are his best friends

- he's sooo generous and caring. you haven't eaten all day and feel like you're about to die from starvation? have his entire sandwich and let him bring you a plate of food from the house elves kitchen to your room. you feel like throwing up? bbg he'll hold your hair while you're puking and give you back rubs. you don't have anything to do in the summer holidays? come with him on the potter family holiday to spain! he literally just wants his loved ones to be happy and he'll do anything for their happiness

y'all want more?

[bae04xx]

this is so random but i’ve been rewatching harry potter so here you go x

platonic golden trio x pegasus rider reader head canons

• y/n grew up around pegasuses, having her own stables on the farm she lived on

•she was partially famous by the time she was 6, after completing in the young adults races, show jumping and dressage - and placing first in all 3 categories

•her talent was ridiculous, by age 8 she named the rider of the century, competing against anyone and anybody who dared to test her

•she was watched by the public eye, all anticipating when she’d been sent to a witching school, while her coming from an incredibly old pure blood line also made her quite well known, her riding skills made her and her family’s reputation boom

•when she first got her hogwarts letter she ecstatic, her mum had put her in magical tutoring since 5 so she would be far above anyone else, yet y/n wasn’t trusted with a wand while being so young, so she was taught spells with a flick of her wrist and by using the power of her words

•while her mum was happy for her, she was worried about her riding career, considering the boarding situation at hogwarts and how they lacked in a stables like theirs, or even a stables. but after sending a few owls to dumbledore he arranged something with hagrid

•while it wasn’t as posh as y/n was used to, hogwart’s stables had 3 new pegasus and 1 from her home. 1 of the new ones was fully bombproof while the other 2 needed breaking in, hagrid was now her new instructor- not that she needed 1

•while at her daily lessons, she ran into harry potter, ron weasley and hermione granger. a small, friendly group of gryffindor misfits

•while the group of 4 all looked up to hagrid, y/n was especially close with him, staying at his hut for hours on end, going on hacks, constant riding with him, he was like a father figure to her

•harry was her bestfriend, they instantly clicked, they both new what it was like to be misunderstood and idolised by others, while harry’s fame was more on the misfortunate side, they could still relate to the down falls of being in the public eye. y/n was harry’s rock, his go to girl, a shoulder to cry on, someone he could depend on, and he loved every second he spent with her

•hermione was someone y/n idolised, being her study buddy was a privilege y/n held so close to her heart, happy to show it off to anyone. they bonded over the fact that they both appreciated hard work, dedication and resilience. while one applied that to their studies and the other applied that to their career- they both understood each other

•ron was someone who was just a joy to be around, and y/n was so happy to be in his presence after a long day- just being around him was like a weight was lifted off her shoulders. his easy going attitude was nothing like the hard-core, crushing work she had to deal with everyday. his jokes and chilled attitude calmed her, and ron enjoyed watching her shoulders soften around him

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[youngsadlesbian]

Hi I was wondering if you can make a Marlene fic where reader is like scared? To be a lesbian/like girls cuz her family and friends doesn’t approve of that kinda stuff so she does whatever to pretend she doesn’t like Marlene more then a friend like going on dates with boys etc?

This is kinda based off that song “Good luck, babe!” by Chappell Roan

Feel free to ignore this btw <3

EMBRACE — marlene mckinnon.

pairing: marlene mckinnon x reader

summary: you've been in love with marlene since your first year at hogwarts, but there are two problems: she doesn't know, and you're not very accepting of the idea of liking girls.

a/n: this is my first request and i'm so excited, yay!!! i think i managed to bring most of what you asked for. since there wasn't anything specific about a sad or happy ending, i decided to have marlene and reader end up together, because enough with sad gays in the world!!! hope you like it.

word count: 2,5k

warnings: internal homophobia, homophobic parents, angst with a happy ending, and supportive friends <3

Your biggest secret was also your greatest pain. You don't know exactly when you discovered you liked girls. Maybe when your kindergarten friends talked about marrying a handsome and wealthy man, and you couldn't picture yourself in that scenario. Or perhaps, when you paid more attention to older girls than to boys. Anyway, you just had the feeling it was something you always knew.

Just as you quickly discovered that this wouldn't be something your parents would tolerate.

During a trip to London, there was a couple of two young girls holding hands. It would have been ordinary if they hadn't kissed.

Your mother immediately scowled and made sure to change the path, but not before muttering a complaint.

"That's the greatest shame for a mother. Thank God my girls are being raised the right way."

Your father agreed, while you were sandwiched between your two older sisters, trying to process all the information.

Years passed, and before you turned eleven, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore knocked on your door, saying something very improbable: you were a witch and had a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Your parents didn't understand at first. You came from a very traditional Muggle family, and at first, they thought the old man was crazy. But with a few light demonstrations of his magic and a long conversation, it didn't take long for Dumbledore to convince your parents that attending Hogwarts was a great idea.

He sent a Hogwarts staff member to help them buy all your supplies in Diagon Alley. And then, on September 1st, you boarded the Hogwarts Express.

You shared a compartment with six children: Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black, James Potter, Severus Snape, and Lily Evans. Each one had a distinct personality, and specifically, James was very annoying in his attempts to tease Severus to impress Lily.

Lily was Muggle-born just like you, which led to a friendship blossoming from the first moment. You talked about books, movies, and even discovered that you had attended the same school for some time. You adored her.

Except for Severus, all of you were sorted into Gryffindor, which was a relief. Usually, you didn't fit in easily in new places, but apparently, Hogwarts was bringing out the best in you.

It was on your second day that you met her. Marlene McKinnon, a Gryffindor student like you. She was beautiful. Her blonde hair and strong personality captivated you from the first glance. But you knew that could never happen and made sure to mask all the feelings that might arise.

It was harder than you thought. Marlene's mere presence in the same room as you was magnetic; you simply couldn't avoid looking at her. If she wore her hair differently, you would clearly notice and make a compliment here and there, trying to keep it as platonic as possible.

As the years went by, you devised other strategies. Having a few boyfriends seemed to work only to maintain your clean image, but never to erase your feelings. You knew it wasn't normal to like girls, and by Merlin, it was horrible to fight against it daily.

Your sixth year at Hogwarts arrived, and you thought things would be easier. You had lost count of how many boyfriends you had and of all the times you had to swallow hard noticing that Marlene seemed to follow the same path as you.

But with girls.

Your jealousy seeing her so close to Dorcas Meadowes didn't go unnoticed by your closest friends; Lily and Remus.

You were gathered in the library, finishing your Defense Against the Dark Arts homework while Marlene was talking too close to Dorcas. You didn't even realize you were gripping your quill too tightly until the sound of it snapping in half and Remus' laughter brought you out of the trance.

"Hey, take it easy, Y/N/N." Remus waved his wand and muttered 'Reparo', fixing it. "That's better."

"Thanks." You took a deep breath, noticing Marlene approaching. Standing up abruptly, you grabbed your books. "I need to go. Bye, Moony. Bye, Lilbee."

"But you..." Lily didn't finish her sentence because you were already far away.

It wasn't the first time she noticed how you looked at Marlene, but at first, Lily imagined it was something platonic. You were a very affectionate friend who handed out compliments left and right. But looking at it differently, you always seemed to have a bit more care when around Marlene. You were friends, but you always held back with her. With Lily, you were... you.

"You know, Lily..." Remus began, putting his inkwell into his bag. "I think Y/N has something with Marlene."

Lily looked at him, confused. "Like a secret relationship?"

Remus laughed and shook his head. "More like... I think Y/N likes Marlene."

Lily wasn't going to have this discussion with Remus, even though she had also thought of that possibility. If you had never talked about it, it was probably because you weren't ready and didn't feel comfortable.

It didn't take long for your worst nightmare to become reality. You always thought you hid things well, and by choosing the right boys to date, no one would ever suspect it was all a facade. Lily started having strange conversations, talking too much about Marlene and the possibility that she was in a serious relationship with Dorcas.

Your heart broke every time she mentioned it. But you truly thought she didn't notice your expression turning sadder each time the subject came up.

One day, Lily got tired of it. You were sitting by the Black Lake, making sparks come out of your wands when she finally decided to voice her suspicions for the first time. "Do you like Marlene?"

You froze. Trying not to stammer, you replied, "Of course I do. She's my friend."

"That's not what I'm referring to." Lily had never seen you wilt so quickly with something, just as she had never seen you cry in your life. She was scared because she didn't intend to break you with a simple question. Apparently, this was something you didn't handle well. "You don't have to say it if you don't want to. But know that I won't judge you, okay?"

You nodded and sniffled. "Since the first year," you began to speak, and Lily didn't interrupt. "I've always found her very interesting, you know? All the attitude and everything. But she's a girl, and that's not right."

"Not right because someone told you so?" You loved Lily for always knowing exactly what was going on without you having to say it, but in this situation, you hated her for making you realize that this was something put by your parents in your head. "If you don't have support at home, know that with me, with all of us, you do."

Lily hugged you, and for the first time, you didn't feel abnormal for liking girls. You embraced it with all your heart and saw beyond what you had always been told.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Breaking old internal prejudices was very difficult. As much as there was support from Lily and Remus – who, for some reason, decided to have the same conversation with you the next day – there was also a part of you that didn't have the courage to put it out there.

Then came the fateful party where everything changed.

Gryffindor had won the third consecutive Quidditch game, and it was reason enough for a big celebration. Students from other houses sneaked in during the night to the Gryffindor common room for a Marauders-style party: packed with Muggle music and magical drinks.

You were in your usual corner, talking to Sirius when Marlene arrived. She looked stunning. The leather jacket and the red Queen shirt contrasted with her striking blonde hair that only seemed to suit her. You sighed, and it was as if the world stopped.

After about five cups of firewhisky and butterbeer, you were drunker than you had planned. Drunk enough to have an endless conversation with Marlene.

She noticed that you seemed more open and comfortable than in all the years she had known you, cracking jokes, and she could even swear you were flirting with her.

You. The most straight and boy-crazy witch at Hogwarts.

Marlene had always noticed you a lot, and why not? You were beautiful. It wasn't a common British beauty, nor one usually seen in the magical world. They were features and particularities that were only beautiful because they were on you. For some years, she had a huge crush on you, dormant after realizing you would never look at her that way.

Everything changed when Marlene gathered the courage and asked you to dance to a slow song. Your sober version would never have accepted. Proximity meant you would probably do something you didn't want to.

Almost at the end of the song, Marlene leaned in and whispered in your ear, "I've really enjoyed getting to know your full version today, Y/N."

You were speechless and just smiled in the way you only did for her. And the world seemed to stop when you realized you could never deceive yourself about the truth.

You were truly in love with Marlene McKinnon.

The next day, you wished you had woken up with alcohol-induced amnesia to avoid dealing with all your problems. But remembering the words of acceptance from Remus and Lily gave you a strength you had never had.

You decided to tell your friends.

More animated than usual, you made your way to the Great Hall for breakfast, sitting in the same place since the first day: next to Lily, across from James.

The group found your excitement strange for two reasons.

You weren't a morning person, and you should have had a monstrous hangover.

"I want to tell you something." You looked at Lily. The young witch's green eyes lit up in understanding, and she squeezed your hand under the table.

Sirius, always the icebreaker, interrupted you before you could speak. "You're not pregnant, are you?"

Laughing, you shook your head. "No, Padfoot. Actually, I want to ask you all something."

James, the most impatient of all, practically shouted, "Just say it!"

You took a deep breath, and Lily's grip on your hand tightened. If the others said anything negative, at least you would have her support. It was better than nothing, right?

You stirred your oatmeal and avoided looking at the boys. "What do you all think about girls who like girls?"

The silence from the four of them was deafening. You instantly regretted asking and were about to dramatically get up and hide in the dormitory until the next year. Then Sirius broke the silence.

"I think it's as normal as girls who like boys." Sirius was one of your favorites for his sensitivity, only shown to those he truly cared about. "Do you like girls, Y/N/N?"

Your silence was answer enough. Peter, who usually didn't offer many opinions, decided to speak up too.

"I don't have any problem with it. It's a part of who you are, and of course, we don't choose who we fall in love with." You truly adored Peter and how he always said the right things.

"Is it Marlene you like?" James's question made you choke on your oatmeal. He laughed so loudly he received dirty looks from the Hufflepuff students. Your face turned scarlet, and that seemed to amuse him even more. "Of course, it is."

"You guys really have no problem with this?"

Remus then said something you would never forget.

"We don't have a problem with it because it's not a problem. This is you, and we embrace that because we truly love you as friends. There's no shame in loving someone, whoever they are."

"Except if you confess you love Snivellus. Then we will have a problem." Sirius drew a genuine laugh from you. "Tell her how you feel, Y/N/N."

And you really wanted to. But it seemed more difficult than confessing your biggest secret to your best friends.

You really tried. There was a day when you were making a potion, and you simply couldn't stop looking at Marlene. Her concentration, the way her hair fell over her shoulder, everything about her was mesmerizing. You almost confessed right then, but a group of Slytherins interrupted, breaking the moment.

Another time, you were sitting by the Black Lake, just the two of you. Marlene was talking about her plans for the future, and you were lost in the way her eyes sparkled with excitement. You wanted to tell her, but the words got stuck in your throat, and the moment passed.

Finally, one evening, as you were both studying late in the library, the silence was filled with a tension you couldn't ignore. You decided that you couldn't keep it in any longer.

"Marlene, I need to tell you something," you began, your heart pounding in your chest.

She looked up from her book, curiosity in her eyes. "What is it, Y/N?"

Taking a deep breath, you said, "I've liked you since the first year. I tried to hide it, but I can't anymore. I know it's not probably what you expect me to say, and I understand if you don't feel the same way, but I just needed to tell you."

Marlene's eyes widened, and for a moment, you thought you had made a huge mistake. But then, a smile spread across her face. "I've liked you too, Y/N. For a long time. I just never thought you'd feel the same."

Your heart soared, and you felt a wave of relief and joy wash over you. "So, what now?"

"How about we go on a date?" Marlene suggested, her smile widening.

You nodded, unable to contain your happiness. "I'd love that."

You went on your first date the following weekend. It was perfect – a trip to Hogsmeade, sharing butterbeer and laughter, and ending with a walk around the lake. You both felt the connection growing stronger, and it was everything you had hoped for.

Months passed, and you and Marlene grew closer. Your friends were supportive and happy for you, and for the first time, you felt truly accepted for who you were.

One night, there was another party in the Gryffindor common room. The Marauders had outdone themselves, and the room was filled with music, laughter, and dancing. You and Marlene were in the center of it all, enjoying each other's company.

As the night wore on, a slow song started playing. Marlene pulled you close, and you danced together, lost in your own world. You felt a surge of courage and decided it was time to take another step forward.

Leaning in, you whispered, "Marlene, I love you."

She looked into your eyes, a smile spreading across her face. "I love you too, Y/N."

Without hesitation, you closed the distance and kissed her. It was a gentle, sweet kiss, filled with all the emotions you had kept hidden for so long.

The common room fell silent, and when you pulled back, you saw your friends beaming with happiness. Lily and Remus gave you a thumbs-up, while Sirius and James clapped and cheered.

In that moment, you knew you had finally accepted yourself. You were happy, loved, and surrounded by friends who supported you. It was everything you had ever wanted, and more.

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Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Hogwarts staff x reader platonic

Request: Child! Scarlet witch! reader x hogwarts staff, child accidentaly teleportates and appears on the staff room while on a meeting and questions "What year is it? Where am I?" After sensing a powerful source of magic on the child Dumbledore answers their questions and ask about the childs information. After a brief resume that they are not from this world or timeline they need to see a way back home, while at it the staff kinda adopts them temporally. Mostly Dumbl,Mcgon, and Snape pleasee

Request by: Anon

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Summary: A mix up with a time turner made you appear in the professors lounge

A/N: I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize till after I wrote this that I didn’t end up writing the reader as scarlet witch, if you’d like you can request something else like that and I’ll fix it!!

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

One minute you weren’t there, and then the next you were. It was that simple. There was no big crash or bright lights that followed your arrival, just the simplicity of it happening.

Though there had been no big announcement of your entrance, everyone in the room could automatically sense that something was off. The magic that flowed through their bloodstreams screaming at them that something was not right.

So, all of the professors in Hogwarts knew that you were in the staff room before you even spoke the words, “Where am I? What year is it?” With a desperate urgency.

All of them turned away from whatever they were doing to peer at you with widened eyes. No magic instinct could have prepared them to see a girl at about twelve- who most definitely did not go to the school- with dirty clothes and wild eyes staring back and forth between everyone.

Dumbledore was the first to stand, it was only right, being the headmaster and all.

“And who might you be, little one?” He asked, approaching you with care and a steady voice that let others know that he had practiced being under pressure like this many times before.

“Where am I? What year is it?” You repeated, stumbling back, away from the strange man.

His steps froze in place, not wanting to startle you anymore.

“Albus,” McGonagall was the next to snap out of her daze, “What is this? What is going on?”

“That, I do not know, my dear Minerva.” He answered back cooly, not taking his eyes off of your shaking and distraught form.

“Shall I fetch Madame Pomfrey?” Severus’s voice drawled from behind the man.

“That will not be necessary.” Albus had seen the way you flinched away from anyone who got within ten feet of you, so he doubted that even the beloved school healer would stand a chance.

“Poor thing is shaking like a leaf.” McGonagall muttered to herself before quickly hurrying to the couch in the corner of the room and lifting a blanket off of it.

She then returned to the same spot she was before, bending down and hesitantly sliding the fabric across the floor to you, also realizing that you didn’t want anyone to get too close.

After only a moment's hesitation, you snatched it into your grasp and wrapped it around your shoulders, instantly nuzzling into the warm material.

The silence was allowed to drag on for only a few more moments before the headmaster spoke up again, “How can we help you?”

The question was stated in such a calm and collected way that one would have thought he was simply asking about the weather, and that seemed to throw you off a bit.

“I…” you took a shuttered breath as your muscles relaxed ever so slightly when you finally realized that you weren’t in any immediate danger, “I don’t know how I got here or what was happening, but my brother was messing around with a time turner and now I’m here.”

Snape and Minerva took a moment to absorb the information, but Albus just nodded along kindly, “I see, and don’t you worry, we will get you back to your correct timeline as fast as possible.”

Your head snapped up and your eyes were wide, “You will? Really?”

Minerva nodded, “Of course, child, we would never just leave you to try and figure this out on your own.”

“Thank you,” You whispered, some tears forming in your eyes, “I just want to go home.”

“And we will ensure that we do everything in our power to make that possible,” Dumbledore spoke softly, taking a small step towards you.

And this time, you didn’t back away.

It’s LeviOsa 🪄- @i-writes-things

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Omg i would love platonic yandere Dumbledore

Yandere Albus Dumbledore Headcanons (platonic)

Albus is someone no one would ever imagine being obsessed with someone. It’s just something no one could fathom and that’s what works in his favor. He’s a very behind the scenes type of yandere. No one would suspect a thing, let alone his obsession.

He would definitely be drawn to anyone who reminded him of his dear sister, Ariana. Whether it be appearance or personality, Albus feels an intense protection towards his obsession. It’s the overwhelming guilt of what happened to his sister, him blaming himself that really pushes his obsession. He’s probably too far into his memories of Ariana, both before and after her death, to realize just how much he’s loosing himself. It’s much too late when he realizes the unhealthiness of the situation. He’s already as invested as he is, he may as well see it to the end. Albus isn’t going to fail you, not like he did Ariana.

Albus is always very well aware of what’s going on in regards to you, both inside and outside of Hogwarts. He’s always watching over you, no matter where you are. It’s unnerving but weirdly comforting. If it were anyone else it would be creepy but Albus only has the best intentions in mind. He only means to keep you safe.

Given his connections and loyal supporters there will always be someone to watch over and care for you when he’s gone. Harry being one of these people. There’s no doubt Albus would entrust Harry with you. Minerva being another one high on the list of people he would entrust your protection to. No matter what, Albus would always ensure your safety and future would always be taken care of.

Albus isn’t necessarily delusional. He is very conscious of how unhealthy his attachment is. He knows none of what he’s doing would be considered right but he can’t help himself. He sees this as him doing what he should have as a brother, what he should have been doing for Ariana. He sees his obsession as a second chance. And he can’t pass that up.

The way Albus goes about things is very discreet. He handles people and situations very quietly and inconspicuously. No one ever really knows that they’ve just basically been threatened by Albus. Whether it’s an adult or a student, Albus is always very calm and collected, never truly letting his emotions get the best of him. Even when it comes to you he doesn’t let anything show. Now that doesn’t mean anything concerning you doesn’t get him worked up or upset, it does but he can’t allow himself to react the same way he feels. Otherwise it would be messy.

Really Albus can be quite terrifying in what he’s capable of. He’s powerful, wise, and he’s extremely respected. Not to mention you can never truly tell what’s going on in his head. He has a vast knowledge of an array of things, always having an answer for whatever. He speaks in riddles giving others the pieces they need, they just have to figure it out themselves. He does this with his threats too. Well, they’re not really threats per se but they still carry the same weight. He doesn’t have to get his hands dirty to still get the same result as other yanderes and that’s unsettling enough.

He wouldn’t be very affectionate, it would be much too obvious and maybe even a little weird. But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t still be comforting and attentive towards his obsession. He cares about you and when you’re upset he’ll do what he can to help and fix whatever it is affecting you.

Albus often will send you little gifts, usually something sweet or something that he knows will make you feel better. If you’re struggling with your studies he will either find someone to tutor you, whether it be the professor themself or another student (probably Hermione, let’s be honest). Or he’ll gift you with other books on the subject to aid you in your classes. It goes without saying but Albus is completely anonymous in everything he does for you, especially the gifts. He doesn’t want you to have any inkling about anything he does for you.

Once Albus knows that his time is coming to an end, he will write to you. He’ll confess all of the things he’s done for you, everything he’s tried to do to ensure you a good life and future. Albus wants to give you some closure but really he’s giving himself closure, if that makes sense. You probably won’t even get these letters from him and there are a lot. He either hides these letters away or he gives them to someone he trusts to give to you when you’re old enough and farther along in your life.

[daredevil-1910]

To give you a little background to this, Ben wanted to ask Hermione to the Yule Ball but, unfortunately when he was making his way towards her Viktor Krum asked her and she agreed, but she didn't see Ben there, as devastated as he was he almost didn't go to the ball but a girl asked him and he agreed to go. Ok now to the piece i wrote, also I know its all out or order but I'm literally just writing what comes to mind, if there's anything specific you want to know about them well, let's me know!

The Yule Ball

"Aren't you supposed to be here with Monica?" Harry asked curiously

"Yes, she should be here any minute now." I shrugged. Behind Harry people were looking and pointing to the stairs behind me.

I turned around and Hermione was walking down the stairs in a stunning dress. It absolutely took my breath away.

"Close your mouth you idiot" Ron says with a chuckle.

But of course, reality once again hit me in the face, this time with Victor Krum walking her down the stairs.

“Hey, you ready!” Monica came up to me from behind.

“Hi, yes, god, you look beautiful” she did, no doubt about it she was amazing, but she wasn’t Hermione.

Finally, it was time for the tri-wizard competitors to have their dance.

“Go on Harry, try not to look like a lost puppy in there though” I joked, and Monica laughed. She put her arm in mine and we walked together to the ballroom and waited for our turn to dance.

“So, are you going to take me out to dance?” she said confidently.

“Of course, after you” we joined the dance floor with the others, and I put my hand on her waist like Prof. McGonagall showed us and held her other hand in mine.

“I know how you feel about Hermione” she comments getting close to me, so no one hears.

“What? I have no idea what you are talking about.” I just kept on dancing trying to play off that she is insane, and I don’t know what she is talking about.

“Oh, don’t play coy, all the girls and most of the boys have noticed, except Hermione.” I personally don’t believe she is actually that dense.

“I just mean, I know how you feel.” I looked at her with surprise in my eyes.

“How did you get over it.”

“Well, I saw it as it was, it was never going to be more than friendship, so I treated him as such” what she said makes sense, but I don’t think I treat Hermione any different than I would treat a friend.

“look, all I’m saying is, best way to get over it is accepting that she just sees you as her friend.”

“Wow, that sounds like great advice Mon, thank you, but enough about this topic, tonight is about the Yule Ball, and my date is you” I spun her around and kept dancing. Finding myself actually having a good time with her the rest of the night went pleasantly smooth.

“Well, it’s getting late Ben but thank you for tonight, and remember what I told you.” I nodded and watched her leave.

I came back into the ballroom and took a seat next to the boys.

“Looks like you had a great night!” Harry pointed out after looking at me. I had completely forgotten about Hermione right up until she walked right in front of me, apparently Viktor was leaving for the night which meant she was going to come up to us. And everything came flooding back.

"Looks like your date was a runaway." She commented and sat down next to me.

"what exactly do you mean, yours just left too." She looked at me a little confused.

“Yes, and I told him the exact same thing” I nodded without saying much

“What’s wrong Ben” so many things are wrong.

“I don’t know Granger, Maybe you do, considering you got your fair share of smarts, unlike your date” she scoffed and looked at me offended.

“So that’s what this is about, your mad that I came with Viktor, well what did you expect he had the guts to ask me unlike other people” Of course she went there.

“Really, the only guy with the gusts to ask you, that’s awesome Hermione.”

“If you have a problem with Viktor taking me to the ball you should have taken me yourself, but you didn’t even have the balls to ask me.”

“You are definitely correct, forgive me for taking my time to ask you, forgive me for believing our friendship was strong enough to allow me to take a few days to plan it. FORGIVE ME, for thinking that you felt about me the same way I felt about you, but you know what, it wont happen again, so now I thank you for opening my eyes to reality, I was going to ask you Hermione, in fact It was at the very moment that you said yes to Viktor, I was there when you were so excited you jumped up and down because he asked you, so don’t say I didn’t have the guts to ask when you didn’t even give me the chance.” My heart was racing and I’m almost 100% sure she could hear it

I almost ran out of the Ball Room; I didn’t want to wait for her to answer so I just left.

“Hey Benny, what’s wrong” Ginny tried to stop me, but I kept walking and ignored her, I couldn’t handle a conversation right now

“What’s wrong Doyle did little miss mud blood finally see you for what you are worth?” that’s it the final drop that made the cup spill.

I threw all my weight into him and slammed him into the nearest wall, I wrapped my hand in his collar and picked him up.

“You really need to work on your timing before deciding to fuck with me Draco, or else you might end up with a bloody nose” I said grinding my teeth.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Crabbe about to grab me, so I dropped Draco and quickly turned towards Crabbe, getting right in his face.

I squared my shoulders preparing for a fight.

“You don’t want this fight Ben, there’s three of us and only one of you.” Goyle pointed out.

“I reckon I like my odds” I balled my fists and prepared for a fight.

“ok, break it up boys” Prof. McGonagall stepped between us, separating us in the process.

The three of them left and so did the professor so I sat down and my rested my head on my knees.

“You definitely have a funny way to deal with anger Benny”

“Ginny I’m not in the mood for a life lesson right now ok.

“I know” she sat down next to me

“Shouldn’t you be with Neville”

“He left, its actually getting quite late, I was on my way to the dorms as well” As she said that Hermione walked right in front of me, her face suggested that she was trying to work out something she didn’t quite understand. I don’t know if she didn’t see me or if she just decided to ignore me.

“Hey, look at me” she grabbed my chin and pulled it to her direction.

“It will all work out, trust me.”

“I don’t know Ginny, maybe, maybe I should just accept that she doesn’t see me the way I do. She just wants to be friends”

“What the hell are you talking about, who told you that?”

“Well, I was talking to Monica and- “

“OH, that makes a lot of sense, you know she has a major crush for you right.”

“Excuse me”

“Of course, you don’t, look I’m sure what she said may have sounded like great advice, but she was just trying to get you off Hermione ok, but you, you need to fight for her.”

“But is fighting for this actually worth it, I don’t know how she feels Ginny, it’s like she unintentionally plays with my mind, one moment it seems like she is flirting and the next she is insulting me.

“What you have with Hermione is rare Ben, something most people only hope to find, so yeas its definitely worth fighting for” she stands up and helps me up too.

“Now come on, walk me to the dorms” she hooks her arm in mine and pulled me forward.

“Thanks, ginny, really”

“Anytime, you dumbass” we both laughed and kept walking making fun of some people that were in the ball today and listing the most awkward dresses in suits of course Ron’s made it to the top of the list but that was obvious.

I finally dropped her off and walked I quickly walked to my room, where Harry and Ron where waiting.

“So, what happened with you guys, you rushed off right after Hermione sat down”

“We could sense the tension, and just decided to leave before things got ugly” Ron said plainly

“Oh, makes sense” I commented, I quickly changed out of my suit and into something comfortable to sleep in.

“A tank top and shorts, aren’t you cold”

“Well yeah but, I can’t sleep when I’m hot, so I balance it out between these types of clothes and the covers, don’t judge me you talk in your sleep.”

I proceeded to ignore what had happened tonight and spent the rest of it joking with Ron and Harry.

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I've tagged you so much in these🤣🤣

[retvenkos]

“imagine if the black lake flooded our common room.”

HERE WE GO, DIVING INTO WHAT IT MIGHT BE LIKE TO BE ROOMMATES WITH ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER AND SCORPIUS MALFOY...

these two  i d i o t s

you loved them, sure, but you also want to kill them at literally any given moment

scorpius is the sweeter one, although both are quiet most of the time

he likes to read and is a goldmine of information

you can be studying and ask him to explain something, and he knows it all

albus is definitely the emo teen™ and has the best aesthetic ever

if you are a photographer, then you have a field day

you can literally take a picture of him or the things he has strewn across his bed at any moment and it just gives the most angsty, slytherin vibes you have ever seen

but if you have a good sleep schedule, i am so sorry, the suffering is real

albus sleeps in late in the mornings because he is a night owl, and if you are loud enough to wake him up in the mornings, he just screams

and scorpius????

“sleep is for the dead.”

he has way to many ambitions to waste time on something as trivial as rest

but when he’s tired he just gets really cuddly and it makes albus  m e l t 

these two are also a riot because albus has been waiting his entire life to get back at james for being obnoxious

which means they are frequently pulling small pranks on him

nothing big, and nothing that can be tracked back to them

but transfiguring his school supplies into food? that was them

it was the highlight of the year when he had to explain how he had eaten his essay for charms.

but that also means that james is constantly targeting them because he has his suspicions.

he claims that only albus would prank someone by making their life inconvenient. pranks are supposed to be embarrassing and funny and definitely annoying not sigh worthy.

and his pranks always have flair

and you somehow always get caught in the crossfire

but for the most part, things aren’t terrible

they are both good students

scorpius is by far the better student - he will study and participate all day long. albus is just smart because he inherited lily’s genes, tbh.

which means you are well off if you ever need help.

they are also very kind

albus has a more aloof exterior, but when you are having a rough day, he is quietly making it better for you

and both of them would kill for you, by the way. if anyone is your enemy, they better watch out.

you become good friends with both of them pretty quick into being roommates.

scorpius liked you within minutes of meeting and albus warmed up to you in a month or so

but living with them so closely could be rough.

albus is very protective of his things.

boy may only have two siblings, but lily luna has  z e r o  concept of ownership and james is just... well, he’s james

he will take your shoes because he threw his on a telephone pole to be like the cool kids.

scorpius, on the other hand, is used to being an only child

sharing??? what’s that?

he will toss his books on the floor and complain at all odd hours of the night because he’s never had to consider anyone else being in his space before

but he is definitely more receptive to suggestions

although, most of the time, albus just yells at him

it’s a force of habit, really. blame his siblings.

and both of them are  b i g  complainers

i mean, albus is just,,, himself

and scorpius? need i remind you who his father is???

and he’s an only child, guys.

but don’t get me wrong, you complain just as much

i mean, you have to share a room with these two!

it’s understandable, really

the three of you are known throughout hogwarts to be those salty, unimpressed slytherins who just,,, can’t.

it’s really funny, too, because the three of you are pretty different.

but the primitive need to express your distaste for life is rooted so deeply in all of you

the three of you definitely have a couch in the slytherin common room that is yours™

no one else even does as much to look at that couch because everyone knows that the three of you own it

you are always draped across it like a distressed victorian man who is contemplating the meaning of life

albus is usually perched on top of the back cushions, either laying down, or sitting up so that his feet are digging into your sides

and scorpius is sitting like a normal person, your head in his lap and his arms either on the arm rests or messing with albus’ hair

you guys have definitely fallen asleep like this and another well meaning slytherin took a photo of it

it’s printed and hung up on a cork board in your room or something

it’s very precious

your favorite part of the year with them is the train ride home, because once the three of you get off, it’s hilarious to see draco malfoy and harry potter try to be civil to one another because their sons are watching them

they really don’t have much of a hatred for each other anymore, but they can’t stay in each others presence for too long before harry mentions draco being a weasel that one time or draco recalling how terrible harry danced at the yule ball

it’s really ginny who likes to throw insults at draco

and harry is just like,,, that’s my WIFE!

the mostly dead rivalry between the two families is hilarious

but you love your best friends to death

and would definitely kill for them, tbh

AND FLUFF ENSUES.

[raven-dor]

Hellooooo :))

Can i maybe request a scorpius malfoy x reader? :) I don't know if you only write fem reader but maybe gender neutral? :)

There are literally no fanfics for him and I thought about maybe him being in love with the reader in their actual reality but after using the time turner in this dark timeline the reader is really scared of him and he doesn't know how to gain their trust because he obviously doesn't know what he did to them? Does that make any sense?😅 sorry if it doesn't haha

Have a great day!!!🫶🏻🫶🏻

LOVED THIS REQUEST!! this is getting posted this SUNDAY at 4pm EST, so keep an eye out!!

until then, here's a sneak peak of let me back in...

“Is there a reason you are not in class?” 

That drawl. You turned around, Snape staring at you with his usual dead gaze.

In a sense, you felt relieved. You’d never loved your Head of House, but seeing a familiar face let a small flicker of hope creep into your heart. “Professor, I need to see the Headmistress immediately.” 

He crossed his arms. “Do you think you amuse me?” 

“I’m sorry?” 

“I’m sorry, sir.” He hissed.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Even in this timeline, Snape was the same uptight buzzkill. “Alright then. May I see Professor McGonagall?” 

“Professor McGonagall is no longer teaching at Hogwarts.” His eyes narrowed, glancing down at your hand, the chain of your time turner dangling. “What have you-” 

You pushed past him, running down the corridor, trying to find any familiar face that could help you. “Scorpius? Albus? Professor-” 

“Scorpius.” There your boyfriend stood, in all his glory. His hair was slick, compared to its usual volume and life. His face looked solemn, and his eyes- you frowned.

This was not your Scorpius.

“Love-” He made no point to respond, instead, he glared, gripping his wand tightly.

“How dare you speak to me that way? You- you filthy mud-.” 

“Scorpius.” Your heart broke, that phrase confirming how dark a timeline you’d traveled to. Scorpius would never have said that. Salazar, he'd never have even thought it. “It’s me-” 

“Y/L/N, I don’t know if you’ve acquired a concussion, but you and I are not, nor have we ever been lovers.” He stepped closer, holding his wand up. “You have two seconds to get out of my sight before I change my mind and curse you.” 

“Just wait one moment. Where’s Albus?” Stalling could be your friend. You hoped it would be your friend. Even if you and Scorpius weren’t together, there was no doubt in your mind that he and Albus had not bonded in this universe too. 

Your hopes were once again crushed. His once beautiful grey eyes grew dark, dangerous in a way you didn’t trust. “How dare you!” 

You drew your wand from the pocket of your robe, gripping McGonagall's time turner tightly in the other hand. “Where is he?” 

His voice held more venom than you’d ever thought he could possess. “Potter is dead. Good riddance, I say. He was a blood traitor and a-” 

“I dare you to say that again.” You hissed, throwing out any sense of restraint you’d held before. This is what Professor Potter had trained you for, but you never thought you’d use his lessons on your alternate-timeline boyfriend. “You know your father would never allow this. Stop this blood purity nonsense-” 

“I should just call him now, see what should be done with you.” 

“He?” A chill ran down your spine. Surely he hadn't-

Scorpius was closer now, close enough that you could smell his cologne. It had at a time, brought you comfort. Now, it drove fear through your veins. “Scared? He’ll want to meet the last mudblood-” 

“Petrificus Totalus.” His eyes widened while his body went stiff. He stilled for a moment, before you pushed him back, falling to the ground with a thud. Looming over him, wand still firmly grasped in hand, you prepared yourself to see what you knew was branded on him.

You crouched down, grabbing his arm and shoving his sleeve up to confirm the truth you knew - your lovely boy was a Death Eater, the very thing out to kill you. 

[unconventional-lawnchair]

We'll heal together: Chapter Two

I'll Look After You The Fray

Harry Potter x Reader (Platonic) / Alastor Moody x Reader (Platonic) / Peter Pettigrew x Reader (Platonic) / Sirius Black x Reader (Ambiguous-Past)

Masterlist

Summary: {Y/N} {L/N} makes her first appearance, as dreams haunt her day-to-day life. Harry finds out more about her, after a run in with Draco.

Cw: Use of {Y/N}, grief, sad Harry times, wizard slurs, discussion of death and betrayal, reader in pain, mild descriptions of panic, friendship with peter (I am so sorry) (please reach out if I missed something}

Wc- 4349

“Get up! To your feet!” Alastor Moody’s voice boomed through the empty clearing behind the Potter’s manor. It was cold, the sun had yet to rise and the bellowing voice could be heard echoing off the trees that encased them.

 “Get up, a death eater won't let you take your beauty rest!” Moody barked and sent another spell beside your feet to make you flinch.

You were shaky, weary to gather yourself off the slightly moist morning grass. You were lucky he had allowed you to change into proper dueling gear, Mad-Eye had woken you up mere moments ago and dragged you down the stairs for a surprise training session. You were upset, at first, of course you were, who in their right mind wakes up at 3am to drag their apprentice down the steps to TRAIN? You knew he had been at work for the ministry for the last week, your training with him becoming scarce, as he picked up on a lead of one of the Death Eater's new targets. You wanted to be mad, the first time you saw him in days and he was forcing you awake and into the bathroom to get ready for a rather brutal duel. You really wanted to be mad.

That was, until you heard what Mad-eye had gone through. He was a tough nut to crack, and when he loved, he loved hard. So when Albus mentioned in passing about the scene he walked in on, the very family he was sent to protect. Parents, both muggleborns who were outspoken about Voldemort and the death eaters, having been found in their bed without ever reaching their wands, you understood what this was about.

You could play along with this for now, knowing the comfort it would bring him far outweighed your cranky demeanor. He never said it, but you knew how terribly each failed job affected him. He was Alastor Moody for Merlin’s sake! He was known for his skill, his witt, his power. A fiercely loyal Hufflepuff, with the attitude to match it. His reputation was his downfall, however. Such high expectations to meet, and when he failed on something as simple as just missing an attack by mere hours, there was nothing he could do. Nothing outside of making sure his successor KNEW better, could DO better and would BE better. This was war, and with a mentor who is more than anything you could ever wish for, you were grateful. Even more so that he cared enough to do this. 

You drew your wand, hands tightening around the base as you raised yourself to your feet, thumb rubbing the blood from your cut lip before sending a few sharp spells his way, each he deflected. 

“Sloppy! Run it again!” He demanded as you began to breathe heavier. You rolled your shoulders and snapped your wrist to send a few more spells his way. Tightening his lips into a firm frown he sent them back ten fold. You were just barely able to pull up your shield. Your limbs were aching, your throat was dry, you were sweating and the feeling of the burning sun rising meant you had been at this for hours now. “Moody, I’m exhausted.” You tried to placate him.

“Quicker! Your movement is off. You'll get your whole group killed!” He spat and sent a few more spells towards you that you more easily flicked away. Seems he wouldn't be listening to reason. “Lock your wrist! Loosen your hand!”

“That doesn't even make sense! Do you want me to drop my wand?” You teased lightheartedly, smirking as he leaned forward on the base of the tree behind him. You quickly shot a spell to his feet. “Scourgify!”

Before he could even scold you for your aim he was startled by the spell. Looking down as bubbles and suds slowly gathered and grew at his ankles. “What's this? Going to defeat your enemy with some bubbles? Come off it!” He tutted before his frown grew deeper. “This isn't a joke, Vixen!” He bellowed, not noticing the gleam in your eyes.

You smirked before you sent a sharp and quick, “Depulso!” To send him slipping back and landing on his bum. Much like a muggle cartoon character. Quickly accio’ing his wand and holding it up in victory. 

Distant cheers sent a shiver down your spine, eyes shooting over to the hill. There they were, Peter and Lily, gathered at the top, coming down with what seemed to be a thermal cup and some wrapped up pastries. You hadn't even noticed your stomach aching.

You looked at Mad-Eye with a hopeful smile, he gave you a firm studying look before he huffed and waved his hand to dismiss you, still gathering himself. You lit up and tossed him his wand before meeting your two friends half way. 

“Here, some tea.” Lily mused and handed you the cup. You opened it and took a few quick sips, made just how you like it. Lily knew you better than anyone. “Lily, my love, the light of my life, tell me again why you are with Potter of all the people in the world?” 

Lily gave a faux sigh of disappointment, “Well, my dear friend, it seems that I have a type I like to keep around.” She tutted and you tilted your head much like a crup. “Absolute lunatics. Where were you off to so early in the morning? Was it just to train?” She tried to reprimand you and you put your hands up in defense.

“I am a victim here! Do not scold me!” You chirped and Lily threw her head back in a laugh as Alastor walked passed you three and muttered praise you were just unable to understand. 

“Was it fruitful at least?” Peter spoke up, you looked up to him and nodded with a brighter smile. “Now, I know why I am up, and I know that Lily likely was up before me-”

“Untrue!” She chimed in, making you giggle.

“But why are you up, Peter? You need your rest, you have a mission today.” You scolded and Peter gave a small smile and shrugged. “You were up.” He muttered as if that was the only reason he would ever need to do something. Peter had always been like this, just to appease people. But since school, you and him have been rather close. You two had shared plenty of solo missions and adventures, he always had your back and you his. Moody didn't particularly like him, thought he was a coward, so when you two were chosen as partners, he nearly blew his top off. You didn't feel the need to explain yourself, Peter would always have your trust. Something your childhood best friend, James Potter, constantly complained about, how you always took his side between the two. To be fair, Peter may have stolen your trust, but Potter did plan to marry your best friend. So you two could call it even.

You closed your eyes softly and enjoyed the warmth that filled you with their voices. The idle chatter slowly faded out, leaving just a small bit of ringing to your ears.

The ringing grew louder and louder, before it was overwhelming.

Suddenly, your eyes snapped open as the alarm clock on your bedside table went off. You groan out loud, covering your face with both hands before you slam down on the mute button. “Bloody hell! I was so close to figuring out what that damn dream is about!” You laid in the bed for a moment before flailing your arms about in pure frustration. “Ugh!!”

Jumping out of bed and meandering over to look at the full length mirror, gazing at yourself before sighing. Those dreams.. they were becoming too vivid. You swore you could feel the cut on your lip and the pain of your battered limps. You needed to know what sparked this creative spunk in your mind. Creating a loose narrative with so much intensity and detail. A wizarding world? Spells and charms? Even full fledged characters? You had never been an overly obsessive person, but those dreams, they felt warm. They felt safe in a way you had never felt before. They felt like a piece of you, almost like home, and even if your current friends said it was likely nothing, you still felt so much longing for the faces you saw when you closed your eyes. Maybe that's why you couldn't ignore it.

You shook the thoughts away and hummed, grabbing yourself a change of clothes and hurrying off to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

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Once you had finished getting ready, you put on a simple outfit, just a tank top and some jeans. Walking down the stairs from your suite above the shop, you slipped on a deep rich brown apron, tying it around your hips before glancing at a dark window and gathering your hair up into a newsboy cap. It was the easiest way to keep the cleaners and special concoctions made to keep each flower bundle alive and well, out of your hair, and in turn your pillows. Sending your reflection a wink and a pair of finger guns you wolf whistled as if you were checking yourself out.

You wandered behind the register and began to set up for the day. Your ears began to burn at the sound of scratching at the back door. You lit up, turning sharply on your heels and walking over. You opened it and a silver tabby dashed inside. You cooed and gushed at her, closing the door behind you as you followed the feline. 

She jumped onto the cash register and then to the counter before looking back at you.

“Awe, Glasses! I missed you, where have you been?” You continue to coo, as you go back to work. Glasses had made it clear early on she did not want to be pet, and she seemed well groomed and maintained, so you assumed she belonged to one of the neighbors. She was an absolute darling. She had these strange square-like markings around her eyes that made them look like she was wearing spectacles, and thus, with no other leads to go on, her name was Glasses.

“You know, I’ve had more dreams,” You spoke up to the cat, waving your hand in a dismissive way, despite how they were eating you alive from the inside out. “About this fantastical world, and people I don't even know. I mean, truly, who named their child Moody? Alastor Moody?” 

You continued your rant about the dreams you had. You loved your friends, the ones you met after moving to this small town, but it seemed the stories you told them began to go on deaf ears. You couldn't exactly blame them, who wanted to listen to such a random bunch of tales? The same ones you told them about a million times before? So having Glasses, who only seemed to sit around and enjoy the fauna, unable to stop your rambles, was therapeutic to rant to. “And, in my dream, I saw the boy again. Peter? Long blonde hair and chubby cheeks, when he walked down the hill I swear I could feel his hugs. You know that kind of person? Just an absolute power house of comfort.” You clicked your tongue before you lit up. Speaking of comfort. “Oh! Oh! And Lily, such pretty eyes, she made me tea. I could practically taste it! I feel like I’m going mad, Glasses! I care so much for them, these imaginary figures.”

Glasses laid across the counter in a relaxed way, eyes trained on you as you spoke. Like a little person.

“And I feel so empty when I wake up. Like something that once filled my chest is torn from me. I learned so much of that world, sometimes I want to stay asleep for days just to see them. To talk to them. As if I know them deep down.” You sighed and shook your head. “I truly am going mad. They feel like family. At least, that's what I think it would feel like.”

A loud meow sounded out in the room as the bell above the shop door chimed, you snapped your head up from where you were pruning a few flowers, smiling sweetly at one of the many regulars. 

So the work day begins.

~~ Harry’s POV ~~

Harry had been on edge for days now. Since the fat lady was attacked, the conversation between Dumbledore and Snape, and then the Quidditch game, he was tired of waiting around like a sitting duck. 

He didn’t want to feel so reliant on anyone, even the Headmaster, waiting around for the next bit of news he would give him so graciously. So, after a failed escape attempt and being nabbed by the twins, he found himself in Hogsmeade under the protection of his invisibility cloak, with the Marauders map tucked under his arm.

“A bit grand for you, don't you think, Weasel-Bee?” Draco’s voice filled the clearing just a few meters away from the Shrieking Shack. Harry gave a low groan at the sound, turning down a small path he was lingering by, around the exit of Hogsmeade.

“Oh, not very friendly I see.” His voice continued and Harry swore his eyes had never rolled harder in his head. Even his voice brought hives up his neck, he wondered when Malfoy would be hitting puberty, considering his voice still resembled that of a shrill child.

“I think it's time we teach them to respect their superiors!” Malfoy sneered, a smirk taking his lips before Hermione scoffed.

As he got closer, he could make out the figures standing by the fence. As he suspected, Malfoy, his goons, Ron and Hermione. 

“I truly hope you don't mean yourself!” She clapped back, stepping in front of Ron as Malfoy ground his teeth and leaned forward. “How DARE you speak to me? You filthy little Mudblood-”

Harry had long since heard enough, gathering some snow in his hands before he chucked it at the spoiled boy, knocking him right on his head. Huh.. maybe he should have been a chaser, he thought cheekily. Much more luck with his muggle given gift of ‘mess around and find out.’

Then absolute panic ensued. Harry made a point to make an absolute fool of the boys, before they were sent running with the sound of Hermione’s laughter and Ron’s confused sounds and squeaks following behind them.

Ron’s face twisted to pure panic as one of his hat’s tassels were toyed with, making Hermione laugh harder. Her lips curled downwards as she attempted to hide her smile as her hair was lifted up above her head. “Harry!” She whined in delight and Harry laughed. Absolutely thrilled he managed to make her smile after such a horrible insult.

He threw the cloak off and Ron groaned. “Bloody hell Harry! That was not funny!” He tried to scold but it came out as more of a whine. He pouted as the other two continued to giggle and shake their heads. There was so much aching joy in his chest he couldn't help it. This is what this year should have been about.

~~~

As they walked through the alleys of Hogsmeade, Harry found himself zoning out. Not that he didn't enjoy his friends' presence, far from it actually, it brought him enough peace and calm to be able to fully remove himself into his thoughts. He knew they would still be there when he came back to. He felt safety with the two, safety he had not felt since the night he heard Sirius Black made it into Hogwarts. He was knocked out of his thoughts as he heard that name but aloud, Sirius Black. His head snapped over to look at the Hogshead’s door, seeing two people he did not recognize mention the escaped convict. “Why would Sirius Black be here?” He heard the owner nagging, before the Minister leaned into her ear, and not at all softly spoke his name to her. “Harry Potter.”

“Harry potter?” She gasped and the minister shushed her.

This was his chance! His chance to finally be ahead of it all, to know even a small bit of what Dumbledore knew, what everyone but him seemed to know.

Hermione frowned as she watched the interaction. Seeing the lady lead Hagrid, McGonagall, and the minister into the pub. “Harry don't you dare-”

“A bit late, aren't ya?” Ron spoke up and Hermione looked between them to see Harry had already disappeared, met with Ron’s smirking face instead. She gave Ron a frown and he shrugged. 

“And WHY didn't you stop him?” Hermione scoffed and Ron simply looked over and watched his footprints lead into the Hogshead. “Was I meant to?”

Hermione groaned. “Harry!”

But her words fell on deaf ears.

Harry shoved himself into the pub and up after the four who made it upstairs. Sneaking into the room right behind Madam Rosmerta, finding himself a corner to lurk in as they spoke to one another. His breathing was heavy but concealed by the space he made between himself and them assisted by the cloth blocking his lips. 

“Now!” Rosmerta groaned and turned to the other three in the room. “Tell me what this is all about.” She huffed and walked to the center, looking down at McGonagall as she sat and fixed her robes.

“Well,” The professor spoke up and Harry almost held his breath as if he could hear her better. “You remember, years ago, when Harry Potter’s parents realized they were marked for death and they went into hiding?” She declared and crossed her legs, gesturing for Rosmerta to sit with her, the girl shook her head, too wound up. The professor nodded and continued. “The only two who knew about their whereabouts, {Y/N} {L/N} and Sirius Black acting as their secret keepers.”

Rosmerta nodded and narrowed her eyes slightly at her when she continued. “After {Y/N} {L/N}’s death, when You-Know-Who found them, we could only assume one person had done it. Sirius Black had sold out Lily and James.” She declared this new revelation.

Harry’s eyes widened and his breath hitched in his throat. What? His parents trusted him? Sirius Black? And there was that named again, {Y/N} {L/N}. Those two names, his parents trusted them, deeply, and Lupin spoke so highly of her. What had happened? He narrowed his eyes as if seeing them better would allow him to understand what they were saying.

Rosmerta tutted, rolling her tongue in disgust. “Weren’t Sirius and that girl engaged? If he was the rat that had been betraying them, how would {L/N} have not known?”

“It was mere days after! All three of their deaths,” The professor announced. “Not even a week after they both became their secret keepers, {Y/N} was found dead by Dumbledore, Sirius almost lost it. Her and Mary's hideout had also been completely ransacked, that's where they found Mary MacDonald, you know.” She wagged her finger. “Unfortunately, {Y/N} never shared who her secret keeper was, and they never revealed themselves, so we could only assume-”

“Sirius Black sold out his Fiance!?” Rosmerta declared in a horrified gasp. 

“Ex-Fiance, but yes, that is the running theory.” McGonagall spoke in a low and patient tone. Almost as if she didn't quite believe herself. “They broke the engagement off a year before everything happened, just a few months after Harry was born.”

“So, a scorned lover?” Rosmerta tried to pry and the professor held her hand up and shook her head.

“Could we please get back to the point at hand?” The minister nagged from where he stood by the fireplace, done with what seemed to be schoolgirl gossip. “Not only did Sirius Black lead him to the Potters’ that night, but he also killed Peter Pettigrew!” She proclaimed and threw his hands in the air.

“He killed Peter Pettigrew?” Rosmerta gasped and McGonagall raised her hands before she let them clap down on her lap. “Yes! The little lump of a boy! Always trailing after James and the others!”

“Well, what happened?” Rosmerta pushed as the Minister shook his head and walked over to grab a drink from across the room, mere inches away from Harry as he began to hyperventilate. 

“Well that night, Peter Pettigrew? He would have gone to warn the Potters! If he didn't run into Sirius Black.” She waved her hand in exacerbation.

“Black was vicious, he didn't just kill Peter, he destroyed him.” The minister dramatized. “All that was left… was his finger!” He mused and walked back to the group of people gathered by the couch.

“And Black, he may not have lifted his wand to the Potters but he’s the reason that they are dead.” The professor chimed in and Rosmerta gave a scandalized sound.

“And what's worse!”

“It gets worse?”

“Sirius Black was, and still remains to this day, Harry Potter’s Godfather!” She stated, making Rosmerta gasp. 

“No.”

Harry saw the vision around his eyes grow blurry, his breath growing more erratic as he stepped back. Sharply turning to leave, before Hagrid stood up and walked to the door. He cursed internally, Merlin Hagrid! You bloody mess! MOVE!

He stumbled back and slipped down to the floor. Hugging his knees as he tried to settle himself before anyone noticed.

“That is why the dementors are everywhere. I do find it unfortunate, and I am deeply sorry for their transgressions in Hogsmeade itself. You know, however, just how important it is to keep Harry Potter safe.” The Minister spoke and Harry buried his face in his knees. He felt every single word like it was a knife to his chest. His father has trusted him, that man that had betrayed so many people who could have been his family, his own! To know now that other people were still suffering, not just because of Black, but to protect him? Guilt filled his chest and leaked out with the tears that tried to soak his cheeks. 

“That being said, I believe there are other matters to speak to.” The Minister mused and nodded to Minerva who stood. “Just a moment, Minister. I know you came to speak on the complaints with the residents, but I have something to speak with you about. It's rather important, and it just can't wait.”

“Very well, McGonagall.” The Minister mused and turned to face her, hands on his hips. “But do make it quick.”

“I will, Rosmerta? Hagrid? A moment please?” She mused and the other two nodded. Rosmerta shared a look with the professor before leaving, shuffling past Hagrid who squeezed his way to the door. 

“I’ll be waitin’ for ya’ by the door Professor.” Hagrid declared with a bright smile and she returned it.

“I will be down soon, Professor.” She returned and Hagrid lit up, stumbling over his words in a fluster and hurrying out the door. Walking away before he quickly hurried back with a spill of apologies and actually closed the door this time.

Minerva shared a look with the minister who stifled a chuckle. “Now, what is it, McGonagall?”

“Well, as you know, I have been checking on our… Vixen.” McGonagall mused and put her hands to her hip with a click of her tongue. The Minister’s eyebrows raised before he suddenly remembered, not everything about the story they had told was entirely true. 

“Right, right, our Vixen. Now, how is the old girl doing?”

“She’s remembering things. She remembers Peter, Lily. Merlin, she remembers Moody!” She waved her hands and the Minister nodded thoughtfully. 

“Ah, I see..” He mumbled. “That puts us in quite the predicament.” 

Harry felt his ears burn, focusing on their voices to keep himself sane and silent in the room. Trying not to choke out his sobs as he shook his head.

“Truly. She thinks them to be dreams right now, but who's to say it will be kept that way?” Minerva sighed. “It's only a matter of time before she remembers it all.”

“What are you suggesting?”

“I need your permission, but I would like to ask Dumbledore to undo the Obliviate spell on her.”

“Hm..” He mumbled and narrowed his eyes at the fire and there was a moment of silence before he spoke up. “A horrible time, truly.”

“Why is that, minister?”

“Then, it wouldn't just be Harry in danger, would it be?” He tutted and Minerva paused before she slowly nodded. “And who's to say she wouldn't try to stake her claim over Harry?” he mused and Minvera gave a long sigh.

“Is she much worse than that horrid house he stays at now?” She tried to argue and the minister shook his head.

“I haven't a clue about his home life.” He lied. “But, she was presumed dead. She is no longer his Godmother, she has none of those rights. Especially if she returns,”

Harry’s eyes widened and he covered his mouth. Godmother? He had a Godmother out there too? And she was Obliviated? He didn't want to hear another word. He was confused, scared, he wanted to get away. To wallow in his own emotions in peace. To release the lump in his throat that was threatening to asphyxiate him.

He stood to his feet and rushed out of the building, shoving past patrons who couldn't see him. Right past Hermione and Ron. He needed to get away.

Eventually he made it to a clearing and doubled over, holding his sides as he leaned on his knees and let out a wail. It was, not as he suspected, silent and painful to his lungs and throat. He lost his breath but no real sound left him. A noise that resembled more Scrabbers than a human, he squealed. Then, as his soft sobs took over, he heard footsteps behind him.

And there they were, Ron and Hermione, just like they always were.

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Whose Sister?

Draco Malfoy x Sister! Reader, Harry Potter x Sister! Reader

Fluff, a bit of Angst, Platonic.

1024 Words

Summary: Secrets were kept form you you entire life. The thing about secrets is they have a way of coming out

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Growing up I always felt out of place. I had brown hair not bleach blonde which is the Malfoy signature colour and I always had different ideas than my twin brother Draco. He would run to our father over every problem whereas I would solve them myself. Draco relied on our parents money and status to get things in life whereas I would look at the person and base them off of their personality rather than blood purity. The final difference between me and my brother was when we were eleven, he was sorted into Slytherin and I was sorted into Gryffindor.

Draco and my father never liked the idea of me being in Gryffindor and I am convinced that the only reason I was not disowned by my father was after my mother persuaded him otherwise. Every Christmas and Summer when I would come home from Hogwarts, my father would remind me of my surname and who I should be associating with.

Now I am in sixth year. I mainly hang around Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, much to Draco's dismay. I never understood why but I have always had a connection to Harry. That's why the more Draco tried to pull me away from my friends the more I would socialise with them. Father didn't like my choice of friends much either so back at the Manor I never mentioned them.

Currently Harry and I are underneath the astronomy tower, and my own twin brother had just tried to kill the Headmaster and Snape had finished the job. I am only here because I saw Draco go up the tower and I followed him. Harry pulled me to the side before I got to the top. I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed. Death Eaters swarmed Hogwarts, and everything went by in a blur. Harry was comforting me as we silently made our way to find Hermione and Ron.

A few days later, me and Harry were sitting in Dumbledore's office. I was sitting in the corner crying whilst Hermione was comforting me, and Harry was wandering aimlessly around while Ron tried to talk to him. After my shaking calmed down, Hermione got up and noticed the Pensieve in the corner. On the desk there was a vile. The tag attached to the vile read 'Dumbledore's Memory. For Mr H. Potter and Miss Y/I. Malfoy. Please look at this.' Hermione grabbed the vile from off the desk and ran over to the Pensieve. I got up and walked over there with Harry. We both looked in the Pensieve as Hermione poured in the memory.

I had the feeling we were falling and when we landed we were next to a women who looked a lot like me. "That's my Mum Lily." Harry told me as he looked at the woman lying on the floor. "Hagrid gave me a picture during our first year. And the man in the hall is James, my father."

"Lily looks like me." I said. I was thoroughly confused by this point. Just when I thought things couldn't get more confusing they did. We were obviously in Godric's Hollow on the night of Lily and James Potter's murder but why did it concern me. Next to where me and Harry stood was the memory version of McGonagall and Dumbledore.

"Albus, where's the other baby? Harry is here but where is his twin sister? Where is Y/N?" McGonagall spoke.

"I have an idea Minerva. I fear she has been taken by the Malfoy's before we arrived. You know how much they wanted a little girl and now the perfect situation has arisen for them." Dumbledore replied.

"How do you know Albus? How can you be so sure Lucius Malfoy has taken her?" McGonagall asked Dumbledore.

"The Malfoys are the only people working alongside the Dark Lord who would have taken her. All we can do is hope she is safe. For now, let's get baby Harry to his relatives in Little Whinging. He will be alright there."

Suddenly everything started spinning.

We were standing back in Dumbledore's office. I could faintly hear Hermione and Ron ask what me and Harry saw but I was just frozen. I was Harry Potter's long lost twin sister. There was always a legend that said he had a twin, but I never believed it. Everything made sense. The similarities in our looks and our behaviour and our scars. My so-called family always told me that I got my scar from an accident I had as a kid. They never speculated but now I know why.

I turned to Harry and just hugged him. I was crying and I didn't realise that he was as well until I felt tears on the top of my head. I looked at Harry and we both laughed. I couldn't believe it. I felt more of a connection with Harry then I ever had with Draco. I was genuinely happy until I realised something.

"Do you think Draco knew. Father always talked to him in private. You don't think it was about this do you?" I asked Harry. I was worried. I might not be biologically related to Draco, but I still grew up with him. I would like to think that I am close to him.

"I don't know Y/N. Write him a letter and ask him. But I would wait some time. Draco is obviously a Death Eater. You don't want to be associated with him." Hermione suggested.

"Anyway Y/N, let's just enjoy now. Godric knows that we never get to enjoy the simple things in life. We are twins and we can finally enjoy that." Harry stated. "The Malfoy's are not taking you away again. You can stay with me and the Dursleys. I now it is not ideal, but a war is coming, and we need to be prepared for it. Let's defeat Voldemort together."

"Together" I repeated. I finally had the family I always wished for. I just hoped that the people who raised me would see the right side eventually and that they haven't dragged me down with them.

[newdruid]

Im about to hurt people real quick...

Tw: mentions of lost loved ones, serious angst. This is gonna hurt

Pairing: Fred x reader, george x reader (platonic)

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It's Christmas time at the Burrow, and just like the many years before this one, you had come by to help decorate the cozy home. You had arrived late last night, and woke up early this morning. The house was filled to the brim with Molly and Arthur's children, and grandchildren.

Those grandchildren all referred to you as Auntie Y/N and loved you dearly, even though technically, you weren't related at all. You just lived with George and helped him man the shop in Diagon Alley.

George found you first this morning. He walked into the kitchen and made himself a mug of cocoa to match yours.

"Are you coming up to the attic with me?" You asked quietly, to which he nodded. "Good. You can kill any spiders we find."

"You sound like Ron." George snickered. The two of you turned your heads toward the stairs when you heard footsteps. "Albus? What are you doing awake?" Albus, Harry and Ginny's second son, had come down the stairs still in his pajamas.

"I didn't want to miss out on the decorating!" He exclaimed in a shouted whisper. You and George grinned. Setting down your mugs you lead the young boy up to the attic of the burrow.

The attic was filled to the brim with boxes, so much so that it reminded you of the room of requirement from your Hogwarts days. You instructed the boys to look for the boxes Molly had strictly marked Christmas, and bring them toward the door where the decorations could be sorted through. These instructions were followed poorly. George and Albus kept coming across boxes filled with all sorts of things.

A bundle of laughs came from the three of you when George stumbled across a box of very, very early skiving snackbox prototypes. The fun came to an end when you had to stop Albus from eating a nosebleed nouget. You finally got the boys back to the task at hand when you heard a soft 'oof' from the far corner of the attic.

"Who's FW.. Oh wait." Albus' question stopped you and George in your tracks. You locked eyes and turned to walk toward Albus.

The young Potter boy had tripped on an old Hogwarts trunk, on that trunk the initials FW were engraved in gold lettering. It had been over 20 years since you had seen that trunk, and seeing it made you reach for George's hand.

"That's Freddie's trunk. From when we were in school." George's voice was only just above a whisper, you could tell his mind was racing.

You closed your eyes to take a breath but then his Fred's face flashed across your mind. Not the happy Fred you wanted to remember... The Fred that lay cold and still on the floor of The Great Hall. The three of you stared at the trunk before you let go of George's hand and reached for the latch.

The first thing you pulled out was a chocolate frog card, but instead of having a real famous wizard on it, it was charmed to have a photo of you in your Hogwarts robes.

You smiled, Fred had made this card in your 5th year. He had sworn that you would be a great witch, and knew he would search far and wide for your chocolate frog card. You laughed him off, and to prove his point, he made his own card.

The second thing Albus pulled out was a piece of parchment. It was a list of prank ideas from your 3rd year with the twins. You and George chuckled, thinking about the absurd ideas your best friend had come up with. Sometimes even his pranks needed to be reigned in and made more achievable.

The third thing George pulled out was Fred's quidditch Jersey.

"I love that shirt." You gently took it from George's hands and held it close to you. George looked at you with sad eyes.

"Does it... Still smell like him?" He asked. Albus was confused by the question, but you weren't. You inhaled deeply, but it was all for not.

"No, not anymore." You remembered Fred's smell. You remembered inhaling it when you hugged him after every quidditch match.

You remembered him laughing at you when you got upset that he had washed the jersey; complaining about how it didn't smell like him and now it smelled of laundry detergent. Of course the smell came back with time. Mostly, you remembered how much you reveled in the smell of his other clothes when he was gone. The jersey smelled nothing like him anymore.

George slowly wrapped both his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. It wasn't just a hug for you, but it was comfort for himself.

"Albus!" Ginny's shout broke the silence of the attic. Albus glanced at the two of you and then walked toward the door, but he suddenly stopped.

"There's a portrait of uncle Fred..." Albus began. "In the Gryffindor common room. He asks about you two every time I see him." Without another word he walked away and down the stairs.