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theherbologygreenhouse · 4 months ago

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chapter 1: herbology mishaps

hey guys ! my friend @honeyed-blossom and i wanted to sit down and make an au of our hogwarts legacy mc's meeting out of the game canon. they went to hogwarts at 11 like normal so none of the game canon happens (yet - we haven't planned that far in advanced).

i'll be posting maven's perspective in parts and kuro will post valeria's perspetive in parts too and i'll link it them here as they come out!

thank you @cafekitsune for the beautiful post dividers!

word count: 1716

chapter 1: Val’s perspective

Maven’s perspective:

Merlin, Herbology started 5 minutes ago! Professor Garlick is going to be upset. Maven ran around the corner to the stairs that led to the greenhouse, books bouncing haphazardly against her back. She was too focused on the door, she didn’t even notice another student running with the same haste. Maven collided with Slytherin student Valeria Davenport into Garlick’s greenhouse classroom with a loud thud! Maven and Valeria fell straight through the door, onto their fronts and looked sheepishly up to the surprised students and professor.

“5 points from Hufflepuff and Slytherin for being late, ladies.” Professor Garlick tuts disapprovingly. Maven scoffed, getting up. “And, you both will have to stay after class to tend to the plants.” She hears the girl next to her on the floor groan. Both girls pull themselves off the ground, making their way to their potting stations. Her trademark red cheeks became even more crimson after bodying the frail looking Slytherin girl

Maven looks for her usual spot next to her friend Poppy, but sees her standing next to the Slytherin boy she’s been crushing on since this year. Poppy meets her eyes and blushes, looking a little guilty. She winks at her friend and drifts her eyes to him - Sebastian Sallow. He’s looking at his housemate, who’s still dusting her robes off beside her. He seems nice enough, but Maven doesn’t know him very well to make an opinion of him yet.

Maven walks her way to the back of the classroom and to the open potting station. She must have trifled with a god, fairy, or poltergeist to make today especially tricky.

She had History of Magic first thing in the morning. To say that class was a drag, was an understatement. Professor Binns went on a long drawl about the “Medieval Assembly of European Wizards”. Maven fell asleep atop of her parchment and her ink-dipped quill had slowly saturated her cuff in the black liquid. She only woke when her friend Natty pushed her, drawing attention to the mess of her parchment and her uniform.

Groggy from sleep, the two of them bustled off to Potions. Professor Sharp began this year by hammering the idea of proper potion brewing instead of theory. “All good potions start from proper documentation. Parchment and quills should be visible at all times, documenting your observations of making the Fire Protection potion.”

Maven searched through her rucksack, only to find her remaining piece of parchment, the one she slept on top of in History of Magic, also soaked in ink. Her hands were stained in black when she withdrew them from her bag. It seems the ink bottle cork came loose and emptied out in her bag. She gasped and looked around the classroom. Everyone already had their materials out and started following the instructions in their textbooks.

“Miss Godfreid, is there a problem?” Professor Sharp, rumbled from behind her. “Uh”, Maven hesitated for a moment, “yes, there is a small issue, professor. My ink has spilled over my bag and I have no more parchment.” Maven turned around and drew her eyes to the floor. He could see the ink on her fingers and the drenched paper.

Professor Sharp sighed, “While I’m aware this happens to the best of us, it’s not a good look for my top student to be unprepared. 5 points from Hufflepuff. There’s some extra parchment and ink in my office.” Maven nodded and sulked quietly to his office to grab the supplies. She returned to her potions to start the lesson, with her still stained hands.

She felt heat creeping up on her neck as she made her way through class. Professor Sharp is her favorite teacher and she loves potions, so making him even mildly disappointed upset her. After class, she rushed to the girls restroom to wash the ink off. Maven just wanted the week to end, she got into a fight with a stupid Gryffindor boy. She can’t even remember his name or the reason they got into a fight, but she does remember receiving a detention for punching the boy in the face. Professor Weasley has her cleaning the trophies by herself on Friday night. Stupid, prideful Gryffindors.

She was finally getting some of the ink off when the bell for the school’s third class rang. Rats, it was Herbology next and Professor Garlick was the last person she wanted to upset.

That’s how she ended up here, sprinting from the dungeon to the greenhouse, crashing into her classmate and looking like a fool in front of her other favorite teacher.

Valeria Davenport. A prim, proper, Slytherin princess, who deceptively looks like a ditz, but carries the highest marks in Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Also, apparently it seems she’s rather frail. It felt like Maven almost broke her bones when they crashed into each other. They may be 12, but growing up on a Muggle farm, Maven had more on physical labor.

“All right, back to the lesson. children. As I was saying, we will need to take proper precaution with the mandrakes.” Professor Garlick began, her voice carrying to the back of the room. She passes around ear protection for the students and begins her demonstration with the Mandrake.

Some of the students in the middle of the classroom had a mare of 20 minutes with the Mandrakes coming loose and splitting eardrums. Everyone is tired, annoyed and moderately disturbed with the screaming roots. Maven brushes some dirt off her brow, letting out a sigh of relief.

Class finishes and Maven strides over to Poppy Sweeting. “How are you holding up, Pops?” Maven smiled impishly. “W-w-what do you mean?” She stammers, blushing deeply. “Oh come off it! You sat next to Sebastian Sallow and you’re telling me you held it together?!” Maven giggles. Poppy’s eyes widen as she moves to cover her friend’s mouth. “Okay, fine! I’ll tell you at dinner, but please god keep it down.” She whisper-shouts.

Poppy looks over her shoulder to see Sebastian talking to Valeria. She frowns at the two of them. “I don’t know her very well, but I don’t love the idea of you having to spend time after class with her.”

“Why is that Poppy?” Maven looks surprised. Poppy is usually super sweet and compassionate, even to strangers.

“Ugh, I don’t know. I guess I don’t know who she is and she’s talking to Sebastian. Like look at her eyes. They’re practically shining while talking to him.” Poppy deflates.

Maven squints at the pair over Poppy’s shoulder, “I’m not sure if I can see that from here, but I can investigate for you if you’d like.”

Poppy straightened up, “you would?!” Maven nodded, “won’t hurt me if I do, will it?”

“Oh, thank you! Okay, okay, we’ll talk at dinner, alright?” Poppy waves, dashing for her next lesson.

Maven walks up to Professor Garlick once the rest of the students peter out of the classroom. The professor claps her hands together, “Alright girls, are we ready? Let’s head to the secondary greenhouse. I’ll need your help with tending to the venomous tentacula.”

Maven tenses, she knows what’s coming next. “Miss Godfreid is more comfortable with these plants, so Miss Davenport, please follow her instructions. You’ll need to ensure the pots are watered, fertilized, and harvested as needed.” Davenport huffs next to her.

“Oh! And don’t forget to cast your Severing charm when harvesting girls.” Professor Garlick, she smiles brightly and slams the door after ushering them into the greenhouse. “Yes, Professor.” The girls say in unison. They look at each other in disinterest and turn to face the tentacula.

“I hate these plants.” Maven covers her eyes and groans. “Why did the professor say you were more comfortable with the tentacula?” Valeria asks bemused.

“Honestly, I think it’s because I don’t flinch at them when they snap, but that doesn’t make them any less terrifying or annoying.” She starts making her way to the side table, taking off her cloak, and prepping fertilizer and garden hose. Valeria stands with her feet glued to the floor by the entrance as Maven moves effortlessly around the greenhouse.

“I’ll fertilize, you can water. You won’t need to stay super close that way. Just don’t get any water in their mouths; that’s when they snap. The four in the corner will need to be harvested. You can tell by their flower and leaf sizes. We can do that last.” Valeria just nods plainly, unsure what to say.

“Why aren’t you using magic, Godfreid?” Valeria asks pointedly when Maven reaches the first Tentacula pot. “I grew up on a farm, Davenport,” she squints at her classmate, “I’m not used to using magic for these sorts of tasks. I can’t tell you the first thing about a water-conjuring charm.”

Valeria mumbles something that sounds similar to, “me too”. She walks over to the table where her classmate’s robes were and picks up the hose. Maven gets close to the planters, weary of the tentacula, aware that at any moment they could bite her head off. But to her surprise (and Valeria’s), they’re docile. As Maven finishes fertilizing the first pot, Valeria starts watering it.

They tag team in this way, avoiding a few snaps, and making their way to the back of the greenhouse to the tentaculas that need to be harvested. However the tumultuous peace was short lived as the very last tentacula that needed to be watered chose to snap very close to the two girls.

Valeria shrieks when the tentacula gets rather close to her ankles and she draws her wand out of fear. “Confringo!” Valeria aims for the tentacula, but narrowly misses Maven.

“ARE YOU DAFT?! USE DIFFINDO.” Maven yells and ducks behind the pot, patting her pockets. Of course, she left her wand in her cloak. Valeria panics again and a plume of dirt erupted all over Maven. God, she may kill this girl.

She sees a flash of red light and the tentacula heads falling to the ground. She stands up and sees Valeria pale as a ghost. They’re both covered in dirt, there’s water from the hose spraying everywhere and Maven has now reached full irritation.

“Let me just handle the rest of this.” She spits out bitterly.

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skampi835 · 2 years ago

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Serpent’s Lullaby - 03 - how the Reception Ceremony actually takes place

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy

Genre: Romantic Drama

Style within this chapter: none specific

Warnings: spoiler

Word Count within this chapter: 5.717

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Time on the Hogwarts Express flew by. After the witch rolled her snack trolley past their compartment and asked if they wanted anything, the rest of the several-hour journey was sweetened with liquorice wands, chocolate frogs, and pumpkin juice.

Garreth bought a chocolate frog for Carol and gave it to her as an apology for his botched expression. »You're still sweet, though,« he grinned cheekily, which elicited a wry eye roll from Carol.

If half the school didn't know that the self-proclaimed master of brewing was an incorrigible womanizer, she might would turn red. However, since Garreth directed his charm not only at her but also unfiltered to both Poppy and Lenora, Carol couldn't take it seriously.

Carol even managed to eat her chocolate frog, unlike Duncan, whose chocolate frog succumbed to a sudden urge to survive and hopped out of the compartment door from his hands. She looked at the collectible card of Grogan Stump, the most popular Minister of Magic in 1811. »Do you still need this one?« she asked Arthur, who she knew collected these cards.

Arthur adjusted his glasses and looked at the card. But with a »Oh no. Thanks, but I already have five of Stump,« he declined and suggested that Carol should start collecting them herself.

While Carol couldn't imagine finding an undiscovered passion for collecting, she still put Grogan Stump's card in her suitcase.

At some point, Garreth said goodbye and left to, as he put it, ensure the general well-being of the other passengers. Duncan translated it with the words, »Probably to flirt with other girls,« which made everyone laugh.

As the rushing environment outside the train window continued to change and the sun moved further towards the hills, they put on their school uniforms. The girls and boys took turns, with Lenora loudly threatening, »And if I catch any of you peeping, I'll hex you both with the hiccups curse!«

It was a threat that had its effect, as neither Arthur nor Duncan dared to take even the slightest glance over their shoulders through the lowered blinds. Instead, they patiently waited like gentlemen in front of the compartment and even shielded them from passing students by quickly sending them on their way or shooing them away.

It was already dark when Carol stepped out of the carriage, pulled by Thestrals, with her small travel suitcase in hand. Playfully and in high spirits, she linked arms with Poppy to walk the rest of the way up to the castle.

As they passed through the huge iron gate, already illuminated by torches, Carol savored every moment, no matter how mundane it seemed.

The castle loomed impressively before them with its many pointed towers and battlements. The sky wasn't dark enough to see the stars yet, but the light shone brightly from the countless windows of the building. The waist-high hedges stood out dark but well-tended against the gravel of the courtyard that bordered them.

First the beautiful modern steam train and now Hogwarts itself. Carol had mixed feelings as she approached the huge building with Poppy. On the one hand, it felt like she had finally arrived at her second home after a long, exhausting journey, and on the other hand, the familiar painful feelings of loss stirred up again.

Together, Poppy and Carol ascended the stone stairs to the entrance hall. Before they even reached the beginning of the stairs, Natsai Onai rushed towards them with a wide smile.

»Carol! Poppy! I was hoping to see you before the reception!«, she said and hugged each of them in turn. »It's nice to see you too, Natty. How was your summer?«, Carol asked, once she had separated herself from the Gryffindor.

»Exhausting,« Natty admitted openly, though with a relieved smile. »My mother and I visited my aunt in Uganda. On one hand, I didn't want to leave and thought my mother would have to drag me by my feet to the fireplace. On the other hand, I really missed you and my friends in Gryffindor. My heart still belongs to Ugadou, but I realized that I now have a family here too.«

»That's really great to hear, Natty,« said Carol, who knew all too well how difficult it had been for Gryffindors to settle into Hogwarts last year.

There was no sign of that now. Natty radiated conviction and enthusiasm. And something else shone too, namely the scarlet and gold Prefect badge on her cloak. »You're a Prefect too?« Poppy asked with a sunny smile.

»Yes,« Natty smiled slightly crookedly. »I only found out this morning. Fortunately, they decided not to make the poor owl fly across continents. My mother and I just arrived back in the UK today, and I read the letter. Floo powder is really quite handy.«

»I'm happy for you, Natty. You'll definitely be a good Prefect,« Carol said confidently.

»Thank you,« Natty's dark skin tone became even a bit darker around her cheeks after the compliment. »I really hope I can live up to the responsibility. There's so much to consider, especially now that I have to adhere to the school rules more strictly.«

»You'll manage,« Carol grinned knowingly, as Natty hadn't taken the school rules too seriously last year.

»And you've really got some color in your face, Carol. Were you also on vacation?« the Gryffindor asked.

Carol shook her head. »No, I wasn't away. This is the result of good old British farm work,« she smiled and pointed to her face.

Natty laughed. »Haha, I understand. Always diligent, as befits your house.«

Carol could tell from Natty's gaze, even though she didn't mention it, that she had also noticed Carol's rapid weight loss. Despite the school cloak and uniform that at least somewhat concealed it better than her travel cloak.

»I'll let you two settle in for now,« Natty said chattily. »I need to find Prewett. He's also a Gryffindor Prefect, and we have to help the first-years out of the boats.«

The first-graders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry traditionally arrived at the castle in a completely different way. Unlike Carol and the other years, they didn't take the carriages at Hogsmeade station, but rode in many small boats across the lake to the castle. They also learned this from their former mentor, who openly regretted that Carol was denied this sight.

So many stories and so many narratives always reminded them of Professor Fig. He had significantly shaped Hogwarts for Carol. The dormant pain of his passing also reemerged vividly.

»Prewett is also a prefect? You poor thing! You won't have it easy with him,« Poppy spoke sympathetically. Natty, however, waved dismissively with her hand. »I'll handle him just fine. It would be a shame if he kept me up at night.« She grinned mischievously. »Well then, see you later!«

With a wave, she quickly made her way down the stairs and across the manicured lawn. Meanwhile, Carol and Poppy continued up the stairs to drop off their luggage with Mr. Moon in front of the entrance hall.

Mr. Moon was the caretaker at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He took care of the maintenance of the castle and its grounds and many smaller organizational things to ensure a smooth and well-kept life at Hogwarts. Moreover, his life seemed to consist mostly of reminiscing about the ‘good old’ days and boastfully bragging about his deeds of past times, though no one really knew what those deeds were.

Carol and Poppy left their carry-on luggage with a steadily growing pile of travel bags, which Mr. Moon watched over with his hawk-like eyes. He loudly and extravagantly exclaimed, »Ahh... how nice it is that the youth once again experiences the respect of a strict school routine. In my time, we didn't stroll so casually through these entrance halls on the first day. No, we were filled with pride and eager for the knowledge that awaited us in this venerable institution of learning! The carefree life is over, my young ladies and gentlemen! From now on, it's all about respect and order!«

The two friends quickly passed him by before Mr. Moon could engage them in conversation.

Together they walked through the busy entrance hall. The marbled floor extended almost throughout the entire ground floor. The tall walls were decorated with beautiful tapestries and numerous pictures that moved in their frames and waved to the students. Torches illuminated the walls from their iron holders, providing warmth to the structure. The voices of dozens of students echoed off the high ceilings as they chattered amongst themselves.

Carol had really missed Hogwarts. Even though the pang in her heart was all too clear, she was happy to be back in the castle. To be a completely normal witch.

She would do everything in her power to truly enjoy this year.

»I'm looking forward to the feast,« Poppy chirped cheerfully. Her arm was still linked with Carol's as they wove through the students side by side. She had a happy expression on her face and wore a beautiful smile on her lips. »I'm getting really hungry.«

Carol decided that it was only Poppy's opinion and not a reference to herself. Sometimes she was just too sensitive. »Yes, me too,« she confirmed with a smile as they followed the stream of students to the Great Hall.

The Great Hall lived up to its name. Already a year ago, Carol was fascinated by the enchanted ceiling that constantly revealed the vast, open sky that was currently visible outside as well. In the dark night sky, you could see the stars and occasional dark clouds lazily drifting across the heavens.

The chatter swelled with each passing student. Meanwhile, Carol and Poppy walked along the long house tables, over which thousands upon thousands of candles floated.

Above the four long benches of the house tables, the respective founder's crests hung down from high ceiling beams under the sky in the form of long fabric banners. Viewed from the entrance, the golden lion on scarlet background for Gryffindor house stood out on the right side. To the left of that, the bronze eagle of Ravenclaw soared on a deep blue background.

Further over, one could recognize the bright banners of their own house, Hufflepuff, with the black badger on a yellow background. Above the table on the left wall hung the green banners with the silver snake for Slytherin house.

The tables were covered with golden plates and chalices. Many students were already sitting at the house benches, securing the best seats for the reception ceremony. At the head of the Great Hall stood another long table, on which Carol could already recognize many familiar professors.

Carol was taken aback again when she caught herself looking at the spot where Professor Fig usually sat, only to find an unknown man sitting there. He wore half-moon glasses and an older, patched-up cloak in a muted brown color. His sparse, dark hair was smoothly styled to the side. He was focused on Professor Hecat, with whom he appeared to be conversing.

Carol allowed Poppy to lead her through the rows of house tables and did not protest when she sat next to Arthur on the bench. »Hello again,« Arthur greeted the reunion with a very friendly smile.

Lenora sat across from them, waving briefly but continuing her conversation with Evangeline Bardsley undisturbed. Adelaine Oaks was engaged in a lively discussion with a fourth-year student about mallow leaves.

The Great Hall was so crowded and noisy that it was exhausting for Carol to listen to individual conversations. The murmur of voices grew so loud that it far exceeded the busy hum of a hardworking beehive.

She was so distracted by the many different sensory impressions, faces, and fragments of conversation that sometimes reached her ears more or less clearly that she startled when someone suddenly pushed her on both shoulders. »Hello, Roswell!« Benny Strokes grinned over her shoulder with a radiant smile. »I almost didn't recognize you. Have you lost weight?«

Benny Strokes was a seventh-year student. Last year, he gave Carol additional flying lessons, claiming that 'no one should have to endure this wet sack on a broom.’ He was a true Hufflepuff, friendly, helpful, and sometimes too honest.

However, it was precisely his courteous side that helped Carol improve significantly on the broomstick last school year.

»Hello, Strokes,« she greeted him with a smile, hoping it didn't look forced. She knew she would probably have to endure such comments for a while longer.

Strokes sat down beside Carol without hesitation and spread out unusually wide. »You don't mind if I save a seat for Cooper, do you? He's still taking care of the little ones. He's our Head Boy this year,« he said, running his hand through his dark brown curls. »I hope we'll have Quidditch again this year. I want that trophy before I graduate!«

Carol lost interest in the conversation, but she was far too polite to say so. »We'll see,« she contributed briefly to the conversation, but it didn't stop Strokes from continuing to talk. »Hard to believe. I've been Quidditch captain for two years and haven't played a single game as one yet!«

»Keep your chin up, Captain, it will happen,« a fifth-year student with freckles on her cheeks and long dark red hair said with a grin. »Have you made any plans for this year's team lineup?«

»Oh, yes, McIntosh! Good thing you asked,« Strokes replied with an equally broad grin, leaning over to present his thoughts at length. Carol was glad not to feel obliged to talk to him anymore. It was just too loud.

Meanwhile, Carol overheard fragments of conversation from Poppy and Arthur, who were apparently continuing their discussion about cats from the Hogwarts Express. She let her gaze wander over the rows of Hufflepuff benches, recognizing some familiar faces from the Slytherin table in the far back.

Her gaze finally stopped at two particular Slytherins whom she had spent almost as much time with last school year as with her housemates. But who were they talking to?

Curiously, Carol leaned her head to get a better view of Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt. The two friends had turned away from their house table on the bench and leaned toward a rather small Slytherin behind them. Her golden blond hair was braided into a wide braid, and she was talking to Ominis, at least that's the impression Carol got. She couldn't hear anything, as the chatter in the Great Hall was much too loud, but the little girl's light blue eyes were fixed on Ominis.

If Carol didn't know better, she would have thought the girl was a first-year student. She looked so delicate between the two boys that she seemed almost fragile.

Sebastian's profile revealed that his eyebrows were moving up and down in alternation, first skeptically up, then down, and then up again, until they finally settled down.

Ominis shook his head vigorously and now spoke for himself, but it was drowned out by the general noise in the hall. With an angry expression, he turned his back on the girl and leaned over the Slytherin table.

The little Slytherin reached out and tugged at his cloak almost hesitantly, but Ominis pulled away. Just then, Evangeline leaned over to Lenora with her blonde curly head and said, »We could use a sticking charm! I bet that will make Black half-crazy with anger!«

Carol groaned almost out loud as Evangeline blocked her view, just when things were getting interesting! She leaned so far to the side that she almost collided with Poppy. Irritated, she asked, »What are you looking for?« while Carol searched for the little girl with a furrowed brow. But she had disappeared. Instead, her gaze met Sebastian's. The Slytherin, of course, recognized her, raised his hand, and waved to Carol with his cheeky, highly charismatic, and probably patented Sallow grin.

Caught, Carol smiled and felt obliged to wave back across the tables.

»Oh, Sallow and Gaunt,« sighed Poppy, with an annoyed undertone on the second name. Carol turned her gaze to her friend, surprised. Normally, this silly competition between Sallow and Gaunt left Poppy as indifferent as Carol, which is why she asked in confusion, »Yes? They are my friends.«

»Gaunt is a lost cause for me, Carol,« Poppy said unusually sharply. »He almost kicked Frederick last year and scared him away.«

Carol let out a soft groan as she too had witnessed the incident in Care of Magical Creatures that Poppy spoke of. »His wand fell into the enclosure and the stupid Dodo dragged it into its nest. How is Ominis supposed to see where he's stepping without his wand?«

Poppy looked at Carol unimpressed, as if that was not a sufficient excuse. Carol followed up, »Besides, the Diricawl disappeared before he even touched it. You can't blame Ominis for it appearing somewhere else.«

»Still,« Poppy muttered half-sulkily, turning away from Carol to continue her conversation with Arthur. He looked briefly confused, then embarrassed, but then he jumped back into the conversation with Poppy. Carol breathed a quiet sigh. Poppy had no sense of humor when it came to animals.

But Carol also didn't find it funny when people made fun of her friends. That applied to Poppy as well as Ominis and Sebastian, or even a 'Duncuff Knuddelmuff.'

Before Carol could get more worked up, fortunately, the Head Boy, Isaac Cooper, squeezed himself between her and Benny Strokes. »Sorry, Carol. Hello,« he said breathlessly, looking a bit dejected as he sat down on the bench. He looked like he had run through the entire castle to get to the Great Hall.

»Hey, Isaac! Finally here too?« Strokes grinned and patted him on the shoulder. »What happened? Did a first-year fall into the lake?«

»Two actually...« Isaac dryly responded, wiping his sweaty chestnut hair from his forehead. »Professor Weasley was really angry. How can you not sit still in a boat?«

Strokes laughed heartily. »We fell into the lake back then, remember?«

»Yeah. Because of you!« Isaac snapped and waved his grumpy face in Strokes' direction. »I'm a bookworm, you're the Quidditch captain. We're as different as oil and frozen yogurt!«

»And yet, here we are, in the same house and best friends!«

»Merlin! And I still have no idea how that happened,« Isaac chuckled, rolling his eyes.

The large oak doors of the Great Hall swung open loudly, and immediately the conversations throughout the room quieted down. Carol hadn't even noticed that the doors had been closed when Professor Weasley entered the hall with big strides, leading a neat row of first-year students in their cloaks behind her.

Carol turned on the bench to get a good look at the new Hogwarts students. She was glad that the conversations around her had subsided, and it was now a bit quieter.

The first-year students nervously looked around the Great Hall with wide-open eyes. Some stared with their mouths open at the now pitch-black ceiling. Two boys in the last row dripped water from their hair onto their dry cloaks. Carol suspected that Professor Weasley had magically dried the clothes of the two swimmers.

The excitement of the young students was almost palpable as they walked right past Carol. She wondered if she had also made such a lost impression.

Professor Weasley stepped up one step to the podium and instructed the students to stand properly in front of it. Beside her stood a stool on which the Sorting Hat rested.

The Sorting Hat was a completely worn-out, dirty, and ancient wizard's hat that had been patched and darned in several places. It would sort the first-year students into their houses, to which they would belong until graduation.

Professor Weasley raised a hand to adjust her glasses. There was no sign of Isaac's 'she was really angry' anymore. With a warm smile on her aged face, she began to speak. »I welcome you all warmly to Hogwarts, both our returning and our new students. As every year, we will first listen to the Sorting Hat's song before it sorts our youngest students into their houses.«

»A song?« Carol whispered, surprised. Poppy, sitting behind her, leaned forward to whisper in Carol's ear, »You were too late last year to hear it. Just listen.«

Carol gave her friend a brief grateful smile over her shoulder. If there was one thing she could be sure of with Poppy, it was that she wasn't easily offended for long.

The Great Hall fell silent. One could have heard a pin drop on the marble floor. Hundreds of expectant pairs of eyes were solely focused on this ancient hat.

Contours of eye sockets formed, and a mouth parted in the fabric. The Sorting Hat began its song:

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪

Year in, year out, as time flies by, And once again, many young children gather nigh, Here before me, in the old castle's hall, Anxiously awaiting the decision that I'll call.

»That's just a tattered hat!« I hear you say, But do not lose heart, hear me out, I pray, Years ago, when I was still quite slick, I learned a very special trick.

Deep into your hearts, I will peer, Your desires and ideals, I will hear, With this knowledge, I will sort you true, Into the house where you belong, through and through.

Listen to me, for I speak with wisdom, I have traveled far and wide since my inception, I will tell you of the values that the founders treasured, And with them, the foundation of this school was measured.

Gryffindor took the brave into his fold, Ravenclaw the wise and always curious, so bold, Slytherin prized purity and ambition, While Hufflepuff loved diligence and loyalty with conviction.

As time passed and the founders faded away, They left me behind, but not just to sing and sway, No, I continue their noble task, Forever residing in this magical place, my mask.

You may wonder now, »How can this be?« »How can an old hat truly understand me?« Fear not, place me upon your head, And discover for yourself where you should be led.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪

»He sings a different song every year!« Lenora called out to Carol over the applause of the crowd. »Supposedly, he spends an entire year composing only this one song that he will sing at the opening ceremony!«

Carol sat with her mouth open on the bench, while applause broke out around her at all four house tables. »I didn't know he could sing!« The clear surprise was audible despite the applause.

The Sorting Hat slowly bowed to receive its approving applause. Professor Weasley patiently waited until the last cheers and whistles had subsided and silence returned to the hall. The first-year students had been the first. They looked so small and nervous.

»Next, I will read your names.« announced the deputy headmistress. »When I call your name, please come up to me. The Sorting Hat will announce the house in which your skills shine particularly bright.« Professor Weasley unrolled a parchment scroll and held it at eye level. »Birch Holly.«

A little girl with curly brown locks flinched. It took a few seconds before she pushed past the other first-years with hunched shoulders and climbed the step beside the chair. »Ah, they're all still so naive,« Isaac chuckled to himself as Professor Weasley placed the small Holly under the hat. Of course, it slipped over her eyes.

»And so stupid.« Benny added with a broad grin. »They don't know what they're in for.« he laughed softly and received a light elbow in the ribs from Isaac as the Sorting Hat announced, »Ravenclaw!«

Professor Weasley took the hat off of little Holly's head again while the girl smiled broadly. She practically leaped off the stool to run to the house table where the Ravenclaws received her congratulating and applauding.

Carol watched the Sorting Hat's sorting with a wistful smile. Exactly one year ago, she had stumbled into the Great Hall far too late when Professor Fig and she found out, through their involuntary detour, that Carol was able to see traces of Ancient Magic. A form of magic that could not be taught and yet existed all over the world.

Seeing Ancient Magic was a special gift, and very few witches or wizards were able to use it. This primal form of magic followed venerable and long-forgotten, highly complicated magical laws, yet it was completely unpredictable, wild, and impetuous in its effects.

Carol not only had the ability to see Ancient Magic, but also to use it. However, in its use, Ancient Magic always proved to be more than just one effect. An effect that was triggered by events and forces that lay within the nature of reality. The only thing Carol essentially did was to give it an impulse when she discovered the traces.

A year ago, Carol herself had been fascinated by her special talent and wanted to know everything about this magic and master it. She had not anticipated the enormous powers behind Ancient Magic and the forces that consumed it.

Hard to believe it was only a year ago.

A year... and so much had been broken...

Carol noticed out of the corner of her eye that the Sorting Hat had been carried away by Mr Moon past the stools at the front of the hall. Blinking, she returned to the present and found, somewhat disappointed, that the group of first-year students had already been completely distributed among the house tables. The sorting ceremony was over.

Professor Weasley rolled up the parchment scroll neatly and looked with a hint of pride over the student body, who had all found a place at the long house tables. She radiated calm and stability, qualities that Carol greatly appreciated in her.

As Professor Weasley passed by him to take her place at the teacher's table, Professor Black strode up to the podium. The headmaster was immaculately dressed as always, with his waxed beard and black hair neatly styled to the side. His emerald green festive tailcoat was adorned with ivory brooches, and not even a crease could be seen in his pants. With his nose held high and a cool gaze in his stern face, which was possibly meant to look respectful, Professor Black placed his gloved hands at the sides of the golden podium.

The general relaxed atmosphere shifted, and Carol reached a low point as she looked annoyed at the headmaster. If there was one thing she didn't miss this summer, it was this man and his speeches.

Apart from the fact that Professor Black was the most unpopular headmaster to ever lead Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Carol felt a nearly profound aversion to this man personally, and it had nothing to do with the pure-blood fanaticism for which the Blacks were infamous.

During the farewell speech for Professor Figg's funeral, Professor Black had been as tactless as an ax in the forest and an elephant in the china shop at the same time. Not only did he indirectly insult Professor Figg by calling his death negligence, but he also came dangerously close to dragging his wife Miriam's memory through the mud. Carol was still glad that she managed to control herself and not throw her cup towards Black across the hall at that time.

Although Professor Weasley had been able to save this inappropriate tastelessness by tactfully intervening in Black's catastrophic contribution, Carol had to leave the Great Hall immediately after the speech was over to cry.

As a result of this unpleasant situation, Carol's vulnerable feelings of the past had built up into a veritable inferno of anger and were directed solely at Phineas Nigellus Black. Until this moment, Carol had not even been aware that she was capable of such emotions.

Professor Black took an extraordinary amount of time before speaking, probably to maintain the same calm as before with the Sorting Hat.

»Don't make that face, Carol,« whispered Poppy, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. In the second half of the last school year, Poppy unfortunately became aware of Carol's growing disapproval whenever Black stood before the golden podium and gave a speech.

Black's silence also had the effect of making the students even more nervous and restless. They were all hungry and thirsty after the long journey and could hardly wait to eat.

Snobbishly, Professor Black pushed his chin forward and finally began to speak in his affected and cool snobbish tone: »Dear fellow students. I, Professor Black, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, welcome you to the castle.«

»Surely, he practiced that in front of his mirror,« Carol snorted contemptuously, receiving a hushed »Shh!« from Isaac in front of her.

Black turned away from the house tables to face the teachers at the head of the hall. »And of course, I also welcome our esteemed faculty back to this wonderful school.«

Carol wondered if it annoyed Black as some students clapped to welcome back the other teachers who had returned from their summer break. He only turned around again after the last clapping had died down, with a slightly sour expression on his face. »Before we begin the feast and reception, I have some important announcements to make.«

From the Gryffindor table, Carol thought she heard a faint murmur of disappointment. »Firstly, I would like to congratulate Professor Woodrow on his new position in Ancient Runes and Antiquities. He will be taking over the school subjects of Professor Fig.«

The older gentleman, with the half-moon glasses and patched dress robes, stood up from his seat. The same seat that Professor Fig used to occupy. There was only moderate applause, but Professor Woodrow seemed content with that. With his hands clasped behind his back, he bowed briefly and sat down again.

»Furthermore,« the Headmaster raised his voice again, »I would like to remind all students that entering the Forbidden Forest is strictly prohibited! I am also to inform you, on behalf of our esteemed caretaker, Mr. Moon, that the corridor on the sixth floor is closed due to ongoing construction work.«

»The sixth floor? Isn't that where the trophy room is?« Evangeline asked skeptically. »What could they possibly be renovating there?«

Isaac hissed »Shh!« again, this time in Evangeline's direction, before turning back to Professor Black.

Evangeline gave him a narrow-eyed look and mouthed the word »Bootlicker!«

»In addition, our prefects and head students are now instructed to take action with increased strictness, consequences, and vehemence against students who remain outside their common rooms after curfew! There will be no more secret nighttime walks this year! And don't even try to brew invisibility potions. We have ways of detecting the effects of various potions!«

Carol wondered if this also applied to the disillusionment charm. Granted, she didn't really feel an irresistible urge to sneak out of the dormitory at night to frolic around the castle. After all, she had decided to take it easy this year. However, the accumulated anger in her head was feeding her with rebellious thoughts.

It was interesting how quiet it had become in the Great Hall, but it was not comparable to the silence when the Sorting Hat sang. It was more of a tense, collective silence, where everyone hoped it would soon be over. No one was overly impressed with Black's lengthy speech in which he enumerated the school rules.

Professor Black cleared his throat and paused. Once again, a long silence ensued, during which his face increasingly looked as though he had bitten into a lemon. His expression was almost disgusted as he finally spoke the next words, with a highly irritated undertone: »Lastly, the Quidditch ban from last school year will be lifted.«

The crowd went wild! Regardless of the house, everyone clapped and shouted or cheered with euphoric enthusiasm. Some students had stood up to express their joy even more, and they partly fell into each other's arms. The noise swelled to an immense level, and it came so suddenly that Carol flinched in surprise.

Benny Strokes jumped up from the bench, threw his fist into the air and shouted, »Yeah! Finally!« only to pat Isaac's shoulders and shake him so hard he almost fell off the bench. »Finally! My last chance! Isaac, you're in!«

»What?!« Isaac exclaimed, still being shaken. »Not in a million years!«

»Hey! Who else wants to join the team? Tryouts next weekend!« Strokes shouted across the Hufflepuff table, ignoring his friend's objections.

»We’ll have the field first!« Imelda Reyes almost aggressively yelled from the nearby Slytherin table, causing Strokes to shout back rather nastily, »You'll need the training, Reyes!«

Carol was caught up in the excitement, even though she didn't care much for Quidditch. It was too fast, too dangerous, and catching a ball was already a challenge for her with her feet on the ground.

However, she understood the general enthusiasm for the most popular sport in the wizarding world. Secretly, Carol wondered if Madam Kogawa had really written to the Committee on Magical Games and Sports to lift the ban.

Meanwhile, Professor Black stood with his arms raised in the air in front of the podium, demanding silence loudly. However, no matter how conspicuous he was, nobody could hear him. Eventually, he pulled out his wand with a crumpled expression on his face and pressed it against his throat. »SILENCE!« his amplified voice boomed through the Great Hall, causing nearly immediate startled silence.

Black lowered his wand again. His unhappy feelings about lifting the Quidditch ban were all too evident.

Angry and snorting, he leisurely and slowly stowed his wand in the inside pocket of his waistcoat while enjoying the renewed calm and keeping everyone on tenterhooks. »I'm glad you're so... cheerful,« he spoke with a clear tone, clearly annoyed, and put his gloved hands back on the podium's sides. He squinted as he looked miserably slowly over the rows of house tables.

»I hope you will bring this same enthusiasm to your lessons tomorrow,« he snorted contemptuously. But even the most unpopular headmaster couldn't postpone his speech forever.

»I wish you all a pleasant evening and a good appetite. Let the festivities begin!«

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I have to admit that I myself am a little sad that Omnis has hardly enjoyed any screen time so far :') This will change from the next chapter — promised!

#hogwarts legacy #fanfiction #ominis x oc #serpent's lullaby #carol roswell #ominis gaunt #poppy sweeting #arthur plummly #garreth weasley #isaac cooper #benny strokes #sebastian sallow #imelda reyes #lenora everleigh

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writesowhatnext · 5 years ago

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aren’t you full of surprises // charlie weasley

Summary: Charlie Weasley cannot possibly be your soulmate: he’s got nothing to do with dragons

Request: Hiya love, can I request a soulmate au with Charlie weasley?? Something about a little symbol on their body which represents their soulmate and Charlie’s soulmates is a little dragon which he sees after a quidditch match or something?! Thank you!!

A/N: I really love Charlie oml – this is mostly based on the books and stuff &&&& I included tonks bc I love her and she’s in the same year so made it easy +++ s/o to anon who told me Sam Heughan was a good fan cast bc you were right and he’s perfect :))))

Reader: unspecified

Warnings: swearing I suppose, making out ;)

You had decided that you were completely over having a soulmate. They were supposed to be perfect for you, sure, but they were ever so messy. What if you liked someone that wasn’t your soulmate? What if you never met your soulmate and you spiralled into a deep, dark, endless depression and ended up alone? What if your soulmate was cruel to animals? Or smelt bad? What if they supported the Falmouth Falcons? There were just too many things out of your control and so, after another recurring debate with your friend, Tonks, you had sworn off the idea completely.

“Y/N! Soulmates complete you!” Crumbs from the toast in her mouth tumbled back onto her plate as you rolled your eyes. “I know that I’m counting down the days ‘til I find whoever this is.”

As she pointed at the little wolf symbol on her wrist, her hair turned the softest, lightest shade of pink. It always did when she thought about her soulmate. You shot her a deadpan look.

“I just don’t think it’s very fair. Some people never find their soulmates – the whole thing is very unpredictable.”

“You’re missing the point,” Tonks insisted, her hair turning a light brown. “Soulmates are the only thing in this world that are actually reliable! They’re sweet and you’re supposed to share them with people!”

“Not this again-“

“I don’t understand why you won’t show me yours.”

“Sorry, Tonks, I think I hear McGonagall calling me.” You lied very obviously, standing up from the Hufflepuff table, and walking towards the door - the opposite way to where McGonagall was sat at the Teacher’s table.

“I’ll find out one day!” Tonks shouted after you, mouth once again full of toast.

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Tonks; she was actually the only person you did trust, sometimes. It was just that whenever you looked at the dragon curled up on your shoulder, all you felt was annoyed at the universe. Besides, you had your eyes set on someone anyway.

Charlie Weasley had surprised you every time you learnt something new about him. He was handsome and well built, with ridiculously unruly hair and skin entirely covered with freckles. The first time you’d really heard of him was at the end of second year when he was made Seeker for the Gryffindor quidditch team. Not long after, he was made Quidditch Captain and so, you’d written him, perhaps prematurely, as a classic Quidditch jock: he’d probably join a regional team straight out of Hogwarts and that would be that. You had to admit though, after seeing him play once against Hufflepuff (a match Tonks had dragged you to), he was probably good enough to play for the nationals.

It surprised you more than anything to know that he’d been made a prefect, too. Granted, you didn’t know a lot about him, but you were pleasantly intrigued to hear that he was not only athletic but also quite smart. If anyone asked, he was definitely not the reason you tried out for the team that year. No one was as shocked as you when you were made chaser. Not even Charlie.

After a particularly intense match involving six fouls, a runaway snitch and a near-death experience, you were quite grateful to be back on two feet. The ground had never felt so good. What made it better, actually, was who stood to greet you by the entrance to the pitch. Even in his robes with a red and gold Gryffindor scarf draped around his neck, he’d never looked so good.

“Y/N, right?” he asked, a tentative smile playing on his lips.

“Yeah,” you couldn’t help but match his grin. “And you’re Charlie Weasley.”

“I didn’t realise I had such a reputation.”

He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, raising an eyebrow.

“You don’t.” you said, teasing him, walking past before turning around. “Your brothers are making a name for themselves. Their pranks are already pretty notorious.”

“Ah.”

“I may have heard of their older brother, world-class quidditch legend and prefect before, though.”

“Well,” he started almost bashfully. “I’m not much of a prefect.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, biting the inside of your cheek.

“You played really well out there today,”

“Coming from you, that’s quite the compliment.”

“You’re quite the player.”

You didn’t say anything, enjoying the moment far too much.

“I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

You nodded, kissing your teeth and turning to get out of your sweaty Quidditch uniform. “See you around, Weasley.”

As you walked back to the changing rooms, you officially made your mind up. Sod your soulmate, you wanted Charlie Weasley.

He made it quite easy for you to achieve your goal. That next day, you sat at the Hufflepuff table, as you often did. Tonks was already launching into a story about a Ravenclaw she had seen Charlie’s brothers prank yesterday when she stopped abruptly midsentence. You frowned at her before following her eyes to look behind you. With a plate of pancakes in his hand and an optimistic smile on his face, there stood Charlie Weasley.

“Can I join you?”

Slightly speechless, you looked to Tonks, mildly irritated to see her staring at you with a smug eyebrow raise.

“Sure.”

Quickly getting to grips with the fact that Charlie wanted to eat with you, you began to lighten up to the idea, glad that he enjoyed your company even a little bit as much as you enjoyed his.

“Tonks, this is Charlie-“

“We’ve met.” She said, an amused smile on her lips as she stabbed some bacon with her fork. You turned to Charlie to see that he’d gone slightly red, a lovely expression on his freckled face.

“You called her Nymphadora, didn’t you?”

He nodded, letting out a nervous laugh. “For the first and last time, that’s for certain.”

“Rightly so.” Tonks nodded, seemingly very pleased with herself.

“You’re a menace.” You pointed at her with your fork.

“Little old me?” Her face was the picture of innocence as she flung her hand backwards, the bacon on her fork flying into the back of a Ravenclaw at the next table. Her hair, along with her face, turned a deep pink shade.

“A menace.” You repeated, crossing your arms before turning to Charlie, who had been staring at you rather intently with an unreadable expression.

“Tonks was just telling me about a prank your brothers pulled yesterday. Given she can’t behave herself at all, she’s quite impressed with them.”

“At least someone is.” He said with a grin. “My mum might actually kill them when we get home.”

“That would be a shame,” Tonks frowned, chewing. “Someone needs to cause a little mayhem when I leave.”

“You think they could replace your legacy just like that?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course not, but they have to try.”

“Don’t think they could ever beat the time you put that Venomous Tentacula plant in Snape’s classroom,” Charlie’s smile was infectious as he remembered one of Tonks most infamous pranks.

Tonks’ face soured slightly. “I’m still doing detention for that one.”

You, Charlie and Tonks fell into easy conversation and more often than not, you found yourself staring at his attractive face and enjoying the sound of his deep voice.

“So, what d’you have today, Charles?” Tonks asked, a teasing smile on her lips.

“You’re playing with fire.” You warned her, knowing how much she hated her full name. She made a face. Ever the gentleman, Charlie just smirked at her teasing.

“Care of Magical Creatures, first-��

“You took that?” you asked, unable to hide the incredulous tone of your voice. He laughed.

“Yes? What’s wrong with that?”

“Well,” you frowned. “Nothing’s wrong with it, per se. I just didn’t expect you to take it.”

“And, why’s that?”

He turned to face you expectantly, his elbow resting on the table.

“Because you’re a total jock.”

“Oh, really?”

“Quidditch legend, remember?”

He shook his head, smiling. “So, jocks can’t like taking care of magical creatures?”

“They can.” You bit your lip. “They just usually don’t.”

“Are you saying I’m not like other boys?”

Lost for a witty response, you just stared at him. You felt, though cliché, that this was the first time you were actually seeing Charlie Weasley. The amused twinkle in his eye and the soft curve of his lips and the fact that there was a much softer side to him than you’d ever imagined caught you off guard. It seemed like all he ever did was surprise.

“Oh,” Tonks said, drawing both you and Charlie’s attention away from each other. “Bugger,” Her tone was stretched and full of imitated emotion. “I have to get to-“ Her pause was ridiculously long as she stood up from the table, nearly wearing the soupy sauce left from her baked beans as she did. “A class?”

Before you could say anything, she sent you a very conspicuous wink and legged it out of the hall. You would’ve been embarrassed at her obvious attempt to leave you two alone had Charlie not turned to you, amusement written all over his face.

“Blimey, she shot off quick – I bet that class is important.”

The next few weeks, you and Charlie were practically joined at the hip. Every single meal was spent with Tonks at the Hufflepuff table and weekends you spent walking through the grounds talking about everything and nothing all at the same time. He told you everything he could about his family and you told him about how you ended up on the Quidditch team and how strange it was to not be around your own family at Hogwarts. You never talked about the future – it was an unspoken rule. You knew Charlie must’ve had a soulmate and you knew he probably didn’t feel the same as you about the whole deal and so you kept quiet about it. It felt obvious that regardless of what you two were now, as soon as his soulmate came along, he would probably ditch you for them and the idea, as much as you tried to avoid it, pained you a little bit. You’d never felt as happy as you were when you were with him.

You’d been excited for your last Quidditch game of the year, especially as you knew that Charlie would be cheering you on the whole time. You wanted to impress him, as well, despite yourself and so you tried your hardest to play your best. It was going well, all and all, until you were hit by a rogue bludger. You should’ve been paying more attention and so you cursed yourself when you’d been knocked from your broom. To say you were quite relieved that you caught the broom before you fell would be an understatement. And with the cheers of the crowd around you to spur you on, you managed to climb back on and continue playing. You’d completely forgotten about it with the excitement of the rest of the match – and winning, to your surprise. Charlie hadn’t though.

Alone in the changing rooms whilst everyone else was celebrating, you moved your shoulder back and forth, wincing as you realised that the bludger would definitely leave a bruise. You’d only been there a moment before Charlie barged in with a worried look in his dark eyes.

“Are you okay?”

You blinked at him as he came closer, mouth opening and closing slowly.

“Yeah, Charlie, I’m fine. It was-“

“Thank god.” He said, pulling you into a tight hug. You went rigid for a moment in his bulky arms before you relaxed into the unexpected embrace. “Are you hurt?”

He pulled back, hands resting on your upper arms. The concern in his voice and the warmth of his hands left you slightly breathless. Your heartbeat was loud in your ears.

“I’m fine.” You said softly, smiling. “Might have a nasty bruise, but nothing I can’t handle.”

“Show me.”

You rolled your eyes at his insistence, though you were touched at his concern. So much so, you absentmindedly pulled down your Quidditch uniform to reveal your shoulder, something you’d never done before. You shivered as his fingers skimmed your skin before a breathless whisper left his lips.

“No way.”

“What?” you asked, blinking away the feeling of Charlie that had so consumed you. Almost instantly, you realised your mistake. “Oh!”

Trying to undo what had already been done, you yanked your robes back over your shoulder, hiding the symbol from view.

“It’s a dragon,” He said ever so softly, seemingly stunned.

“Charlie, I-“

“Y/N, I love dragons.”

Still attempting to preserve whatever was left of you and Charlie’s relationship, your mind raced at a mile a minute thinking about how he would react to your soulmate, a topic you’d never spoken about together. You were so distracted you almost missed what he said.

“What?”

“I’m surprised I didn’t mention it,” he looked from your covered shoulder to your equally shocked expression. “My family says I never bloody shut up about them. That’s what I want to do after Hogwarts, actually, working with dragons in Romania.”

Unable to form a coherent thought, your lips reacted before your brain had the chance.

“Are you taking the piss?”

Charlie barked a laugh, stepping closer to you.

“I knew I always felt something different around you.” He said with a decidedly gleeful look on his face as he shrugged. “Makes sense, really.”

“Soulmates.” You brushed your hair out of your face with both hands. “Tonks is gonna have an absolute field day with this.” His lips twitched. “I’ve spent years telling her that I was gonna choose who I wanted to love and soulmates were a bunch of rubbish-“

“Should I be offended?” he asked, stepping closer again. Your chest tightened slightly at the proximity.

“Well, no. I decided about a month ago that my soulmate could piss off and you were all I wanted.”

He didn’t say anything; an amused smile lifting his cheeks at your rambling.

“It was a bit of an up yours to the universe, actually.”

You inhaled sharply as his hands gently held your waist.

“Turns out the joke is on me-“ His fond expression cut you off.

“Soulmates, eh?” you asked, looking into his eyes. Before you could utter another nervous syllable, he moved forward and captured your lips in a kiss. You leant backwards; his hands pulling your waist into him as your hands disappeared into his unruly red curls. Pulling at them slightly, he moaned into your mouth and you couldn’t help but smile in response. You pulled away, deciding that breathing would be a fun activity for your both to enjoy. You panted, your breaths mingling together as an ear-splitting grin grew on his face.

“I think, love,” he said, pressed a chaste peck to your lips. “That it’s time I told you a bit more about dragons.”

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missdawnandherdusk · 5 years ago

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Something Old

Draco X Gryffindor!Reader

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight

Part Nine

Summary: Now that winter break was upon you, you finally had time to look into what your mother told you about as well as confront the other parent in the situation, the one you dread to think about and the one Draco had to live with.

A/N: Hello my darling loves! We’re finally getting somewhere with plot! And lore! And Latin! ((Seriously, something is lost when you know Latin and can translate the spells on the top of your head... it’s less... magical. But funny because the spells mean exactly what they’re doing and I don’t know if that a cheap lazy move or brilliant.)) Let me know what you guys think! Also I’m toying with the idea of uploading this to AO3... would you guys want that? Love you guys, stay safe.

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Snape eyed me as I smiled through my exam, on cloud none the entire way. I had gotten through my History of Magic exam no problem and now Snape wanted us to recreate our Bellum Amoris antidotes. Weeks of worrying and I was finished with the second fastest time.

Draco beat me by a few minutes—he was allowed to the ingredients first—and we walked out of the exam hand in hand, not caring much about anyone who decided to gawk at us.

I was in too good of a mood. The term was done for the winter, I had finished all of my exams, and I wouldn’t be alone for the holidays when I remained at Hogwarts this year as I had the years before.

“I told you, you had nothing to worry about,” Draco nudged my shoulder. “Except beating my time of course.” A grin stretched across his face. “Which you couldn’t of course,”

I rolled my eyes and let out a laugh.

“I think I’ll be okay missing one point because I wasn’t as fast as you,” I drawled.

“Oh, I’m sure you’re dreading the fact,” He teased back as we made our way to the Great Hall. “Have you heard anything from your mother?” His voice lowered.

“Not yet, thought I suppose she’s waiting to hear from me,” I mumbled.

“You didn’t answer her!?” Draco grew agitated.

“I did,” I reaffirmed, giving him a look. “But I said that I would talk about it later when we had time to... figure things out? I didn’t know what to say...”

“We’re gonna figure this out,” He reassured as we entered the Great Hall that was really magical with the Christmas decorations and warmth from the people within.

“Y/n! Draco!”

We both tensed until we saw Hermione waving at us along with the four Weasleys and Harry. No one was glaring at us—Draco—so I took that as a good sign as we sat down for dinner.

It was easy to sink into the familiarity and safety of the school, but with the Yule Ball coming, worry nagged at my mind. It was a big deal and an even bigger deal to pure-bloods. Another occasion to show off and “be better” than everyone else. My mother wouldn’t care, and I knew that... but Draco’s parents—father—had to have something to say about it and it worried me.

“Have you heard from your father?” I asked in a soft voice during dinner when the others were concerned with the upcoming task for the tournament.

His expression darkened as he glared at his plate.

So, yes then.

“Dray,” I whispered softly, rubbing his arm softly. “What happened?”

“Not here,” He said curtly, his eyes dancing around the merry scene around us.

I nodded and we both put on masks of calm and ease through dinner. His hand held mine throughout and we both lost our appetites. Maybe I should have written my mother a bit more than the vague note I gave. She would know what to do.

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Draco had gotten the letter last night, before he sent you the invitation to dinner. It what prompted him to send it in the first place. He knew that you could take away the depressing cloud that hovered whenever his father spoke to him.

And you did, almost easily. When he was with you, it was easy to focus on your smile, the way your hair fell into and out of place constantly, the way you almost danced down the hallways because you always gave off the demeanor of not having a care or fear in the world. It rubbed off on him. He’d rather be frustrated with the simple secrets that you kept than frustrated with the conflict about family and legacies.

And you were exactly what he needed last night. Your warmth, and comfort, the games you played and gentle touched you gave and small sounds that were his now to hold. But there were

still dark moments of the night that he couldn’t escape when his father’s words weighed him down.

Draco would never understand how you managed to pick up on the fact that his father had sent him something. Maybe he hadn’t given it away and you were just worrying again.

After dinner the two of you split up for some time, to drop off books and changed from school uniforms and in your case hopefully to find something warmer to wear.

Draco almost didn’t want to take you up to the Astronomy Tower because it was so frigid outside. He racked his brain for anywhere else to go in the school that offered solidarity and warmth. He could sneak you into the Slytherin dorms... but it might pose a danger to you as his house wasn’t as welcoming as yours had been to his relationship with you. The library seemed to be the best place at the moment to finally start looking into what was going on.

He met you outside you Common Room, as always and the two of you walk together. he had taken your books from you the moment you stepped out and though you gave him a curt you, you said nothing.

“I was thinking maybe we go to the library,” He offered. “It’s too cold for you in the Tower.” You hummed in agreement, silent in your thoughts again.

“It’ll probably be empty because of the end of term,” You mused, nodding as if you had settled on the idea.

“You’re quiet again,” He noted, the notion bothering him more than he thought.

“Thinking,”

“Now there’s an idea.” He teased as the two of you sat in a back table in the vacant library.

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It wasn’t the same as being alone with him in the Astronomy Tower, but it was much warmer being surrounded by lit fires and a million books.

“Where do you want to start?” The question slipped through as I pulled out parchment and quill to take notes.

I knew the last thing he wanted to talk about was his father, but that’s what worried me the most. It was all for naught if his father could get between us and make whatever this had become into a tragedy. As if he knew this, he slid a folded parchment over to me, not meeting my eyes.

Taking it, I took a breath in and opened it:

Draco,

I have heard many rumors about you, and I pray that none of them are true. You have been raised better than to fraternize a Lupine let alone allow her to kiss you. It is atrocious behavior and it will stop immediately.

They are a disgrace to pure bloods everywhere and are almost worse than the Weasleys. I have raised you with higher standards than this. I am appalled to even hear that these things might be going on.

I do not want you to go near her. I want to hear nothing of you being with her or the people she considers friends. Do not believe her lies or the things that she tells you. It is what the Lupines do. They lie and bend the truth into something that is horrendous. It is what they have always done, and you know this.

She is nothing more than a she-demon come to ruin everything that I have built for you and to steal everything that I have worked all my life to give you.

You are a Malfoy. Do not forget that.

I am beyond disappointed to hear this. Correct what has been done immediately.

Your Father,

Lucius Malfoy

I frowned at the letter as I read it a few more times, trying to figure out what I wanted to address first. At the moment, I just wanted to send this to my mother and see what she would do knowing the fire in her was stronger than mine. But I didn’t do any of that.

Instead, I placed the letter down and looked up to wary blue eyes. “Well,” I whispered. “What are you going to do?”

“What do you mean what am I going to do?” He snapped; a soft look from me and he took a deep breath, calming.

“If... I know that I’ve dragged you into this. And that you didn’t have much of a choice. So, if you want to... I...” My gaze fell to my lap as I tried to find the right words to tell him... to let him go.

“Why would you think—”

“Because I don’t want you to get talked down to like this by someone who’s supposed to love you!” I threw the letter on the table. “I’m... I’m not worth ruining... You shouldn’t be treated like an errant child because you’re talking to me,”

��I’m always treated like an errant child Y/n,” He scoffed. “Now at least I have a good reason.”

“What?” I looked up, the frown returning to my face.

“Nothing I ever did for my father has been good enough. I think landing in Slytherin was the last time he was actually proud of something that I did.” Draco picked up the letter and rolled his eyes, tearing it in half.

“What are you doing?” I demanded.

“What I should have done when I got this letter,” He muttered, tossing it into the nearest fireplace.

I marveled at him, a small smile playing at my lips. I had hoped he would choose me, but now that he had, something heavy was lifted from my shoulders. Though I still wasn’t quite taken with how his father talked to him, but I knew it wasn’t my place to go against Lucius no matter how much of a...

Never mind.

“Now, to the books?” He sat back down, picking up the book I had taken from him not too long ago and he leafed through the pages.

I smiled and wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly for a moment and whispering a small thanks before we settled in to read. Taking another book—The Nature of a Soul— from the stack, we got to work. My eyes scanned the table of contents and then the pages.

...Every person has a soul created of the either stars, or earth. Those who have earthen souls are born without magic, but those with Souls of The Stars will grow to be wizards. It is not genetics that decides but the universe itself...

I scribbled down notes as I read, leafing through pages.

...Souls born of the same matter bond to another. It is rare for a Soul of The Stars to bond, but when it does happen it is the work of the universe and no man or magic can break it. This was known as the Consentire Animi Pace. Seers of our kind have often prophesied about Great Darkness that would take hold before these Animi came to unite what was unraveled by generations past. Millenia has passed since this foretelling and it is doubted to exist...

I nudged Draco and showed him the page, watching the way his eyebrows furrowed slightly and he gnawed on his lip when he read something due to concentration. It made me smile.

“Great Darkness?” He muttered softly.

“You know as well as I do who it could be,” My voice was soft and hesitant.

I knew that Draco’s father had fought alongside Voldemort in the first war and I wondered what happened if it came down to it, what would Draco choose? With what I knew from Harry’s

adventures and life story, the threat of Voldemort loomed now more than ever. Was that the Great Darkness that the text referred to?

“This talks about a prophecy,” He murmured, pulling the book that he was reading. “That might be what this is, I can only make out some of it...”

He showed me the carpet page filled with intricate designs and detailed lettering. Some of the page was burned away, leaving half in its wake. I ran my hand softly over the artwork before reading the script:

Nox defluet et malum surget.

Dos Animī consentiens

Eō die, nox non vincet

Cum illī ...

I stared at the text, grabbing my parchment and slowly translating.

“What do you know?” I asked softly. “What could you translate?”

“Nox is night, malum, evil...” His brow furrowed again.

“Night... falls—will fall and evil will rise. Two souls... joining?” I wrote down what I could. “On that day, night will not conquer, because these souls...”

“You can read this?” He was baffled.

I shrugged. “Just some Latin. Mother taught it to me. That’s why spells are so easy for me... it’s just Latin all I have to do is translate.”

“Bloody hell that’s genius,” He muttered.

“But some of the prophecy is missing... I think most of it probably.” I mused, leafing through the book to see if I could find anything else.

“Do you really think that this is about is though?” He asked softly, timid. “Even if it’s not... it’s still something to know. And it might be important.”

“The only person who would see this as important is Trelawney.” Draco scoffed, leaning back in his chair.

“Maybe she’s the one we really need to talk to if prophecies are caught up in all of this.” I thought aloud. “Did you find anything else?” I looked up from my notes.

“Nothing of use. You?”

“Souls apparently are made from either stars or earth and magic or muggle has nothing to do with genetics,” I shrugged, reading over my notes. “So that’s new I guess.”

“What do you mean it has nothing to do with blood?” He snapped.

“I read it; I didn’t say that it was law. And what does it matter anyway? Magic is magic, no matter who uses it or doesn’t.” I defended, narrowing my eyes.

He grumbled and folded his arms sulking.

“Draco,” I chided, but gave up the notion.

I knew it would take time to undo what his father had engrained in him. Maybe this was step one.

Soon after finding nothing more about the prophecy or soul matter, Pince said that she was closing the library for the night and that we should head to bed before curfew. Returning the books to their proper places, Draco and I walked quietly along the halls.

“I didn’t mean to snap at you.” Draco sighed, taking my hand. “Forgive me?”

I nodded and offered a small smile.

“We grew up in different worlds, it was bound to clash eventually.”

“Doesn’t make it right for me to take it out on you,”

I raised an eyebrow at him, a smug smile finding its way to my face.

“Yeah, yeah shut up.” He muttered.

“One step at a time,”

We walked along in thought, no words needing to be spoken. Pausing outside the Gryffindor portrait, Draco leaned down and pressed a soft and gentle kiss to my lips.

“Goodnight Y/n,”

“Goodnight Draco,”

There were words stuck on the tips of our tongue that neither of us dare to utter but felt all the same:

I love you.

Part 11?

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carewyncromwell · 4 years ago

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“I know you -- I walked with you once upon a dream... I know you: That look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam...”

~“Once Upon a Dream (cover),” by Lana Del Rey

When he was growing up, Atticus Grimsley @cursebreakerfarrier was something of a teacher’s pet. Thanks to the influence of his father who put such stock in the Grimsley family’s reputation and legacy, Atticus grew up with a hyper-focus on his studies and so ended up having a rather solitary and lonely time at Hogwarts. Therefore when he met Bartholomew “Bat” Varney as an adult, Atticus wasn’t incredibly well-practiced in the art of making or maintaining friendships. Fortunately, despite his and Bat’s obvious differences in attitude and life experience, the two men ended up slowly building a bridge of understanding and camaraderie between them. The big turning point was Atticus agreeing to help Bat track down and capture a vampire who had stolen Bat’s identity and used it to target and murder a wizard just outside Hogsmeade, even if it put Atticus at considerable risk not just with that vampire, but with the Ministry, since Bat was still considered a suspect at the time. After this, Bat finally accepted Atticus into his heart enough to start calling him by the nickname “Grim,” rather than the more detached and nondescript “Professor” -- in essence, seeing Atticus as an individual and allowing himself to “get attached,” even if Bat would no doubt out-live Atticus and mourn him when he died. Bat opened up, showing a genuine warmth and a love of life’s trappings that encouraged a youthful sense of fun out of Atticus he’d never really experienced before.

As the two friends got to know each other better, Atticus -- like Adelia Selwyn @that-ravenpuff-witch before him -- started to notice certain inconsistencies and interesting word choices in his conversations with Bat. Bat was very evasive about how he became a vampire, but he’d also make weird off-the-cuff comments about his condition, like that "his body didn’t truly belong to him.” He could give a full history lecture about the War for American Independence and describe multiple battles in great detail, and yet would immediately go quiet and disinterested as soon as any mention of the Battle of Yorktown propped up. He’d sometimes even compare Atticus to his best friend at school, telling full, exciting stories about their exploits and laughing at the memories, but seemed oddly tight-lipped when Atticus asked him his friend’s name. After a while, the man the Department of Magical Law Enforcement would go to whenever they had a case they had trouble solving found himself way too curious about all this to let it lie, and so set about tackling the mystery of Bat Varney’s past on his own.

Through his investigation, Atticus found out more and more things that just didn’t add up. Bat always seemed pleased whenever Ravenclaw was in the running for the Quidditch Cup, but an enchanted portrait of Bartholomew Varney in his Hogwarts robes that was commissioned by his family featured him wearing a red and gold Gryffindor tie. Bat was well-versed in Muggle society and culture, and yet the Varneys had been a prominent wizarding family who had shares in a large assortment of businesses in Diagon Alley back in the day. Then there was the story Atticus had collected from the merpeople about the three students who had helped save their queen a hundred years ago -- Robert Harker, Cecelia Crouch, and Bartholomew Varney. “Robert” had to be the mysterious best friend that Bat had mentioned, Atticus thought -- after all, he and Bartholomew had gone to war together as if they were Muggles despite both being wizards, so they were clearly incredibly close. But why had Bat never mentioned his other best friend, Cecelia Crouch? Particularly since, according to letters, she and he grew up together, and according to Ministry records, she’d eventually become his wife.

At long, long last, Atticus conjured up a terrible theory -- that Bat, in fact, was not the real Bartholomew Varney. His suspicions were confirmed when he tracked down a shady contact in Knockturn Alley who explained the unforgivable Dark process of creating a vampire, which requires not just a person feeding their subject a potion containing both their own and the caster’s blood, but also the caster cursing the soul of the person upon death to be forcibly chained to a body against their will. Atticus realized that his friend -- the vampire called Bat Varney -- was in truth the soul of Bartholomew Varney’s best friend Robert Harker, chained to the first’s reanimated corpse by Bartholomew’s wife and Robert’s once-friend, Cecelia.

The knowledge shocked Atticus -- he hadn’t known such a thing was even possible, and if it were true, it’d be a horrific thing for anyone to go through. The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor took some time to himself to get a handle on what he’d discovered, only to be surprised one evening by the sight of a familiar Irish Wolfhound sitting in his office chair. Bat had noticed Atticus wasn’t in Hogsmeade at all for more than a week after having come to visit nearly every evening prior, so he thought he’d pop up to the castle to see what was going on. So Atticus took the opportunity to tell Bat everything he’d found out.

Whatever reaction Atticus had been expecting, it was not Bat looking hurt.

“Robert?”

“Don’t -- ”

The word came out in an oddly sharp, barking voice. Bat gave a very painful-looking swallow to try to restrain himself, even as his red eyes pulsed with pain.

“ -- don’t call me that.”

Atticus was confused. “What? But...it’s your name, isn’t it? Your real -- ”

“Shut up,” Bat said very harshly.

He turned his back on the professor, his fist absently clenching at his side.

Atticus’s skin prickled with an emotion he couldn’t yet place. It made him suddenly feel like the ground he was on was very unstable.

“Bat, what’s wr -- ?”

“I don’t want to talk about this. I didn’t want to talk about this. And yet now you’ve forced my hand and are now trying to make me talk about this. Well, I don’t want to talk about this with you! I know time is different for you than it is for me, but do you truly have no patience at all? Do you truly have so little respect for me, that I wasn’t allowed a choice in whether or not you knew? I...”

The vampire’s eyes were going redder, as was often the case when his heart was beating painfully fast or his lungs were breathing heavily. Although Bat’s voice never got incredibly loud, there was a very low, growl-like aspect -- something oddly raw.

Atticus knew what the emotion he was feeling now was -- it was guilt. Remorse.

“Bat -- ”

“I have to go,” Bat cut him off lowly without skipping a beat or turning around.

And in a blur of motion, he’d become a dog again and darted out the open door.

Bat didn’t reappear in Hogsmeade. Nights went by, and no one Atticus spoke to had seen him. The Honeydukes family even said he hadn’t returned to roost in their attic in the daytime like he always did. And Atticus knew why -- he knew that Bat’s sudden disappearance was all his fault.

In the nights following the argument, insomniac Atticus had even more trouble sleeping than usual. Once he ended up fitfully nodding off in the armchair of his bedchambers around 3 AM -- and there in his dreams, he was confronted by a vision of Robert Harker, looking just as dark-haired and handsome as he did in the enchanted portrait Atticus had found of him and Bartholomew in their army uniforms, signed with Cecelia Crouch-Varney’s name. Robert was smiling just as he did in the picture, and his brown eyes shone with the same sharp, bright gleam Atticus knew so well from Bat’s eyes. He even spoke in Bat’s voice.

Robert Harker bent down over Atticus sitting in the armchair, his handsome face mere inches from his. The proximity immediately startled Atticus, not just because he wasn’t used to people being in his personal bubble, but because Bat in particular so carefully avoided getting too close to him due to his blood lust. The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor shakily brought up a hand against the taller man’s chest as if to try to push him back, but his limbs lacked strength.

“W-wha -- what are you -- ?”

“Now, now, Grim...you were looking for me, weren’t you? It feels good to have solved the mystery, doesn’t it -- to know all those terrible things your mysterious associate was keeping under wraps?”

“Th-that...”

“Well, really, how else were you going to find out? I certainly wasn’t going to tell you. Why would I want to revisit the time when one of my dearest friends stabbed me in the back and turned me into a bloodthirsty animal? Made it so I could never be a professor like you, the way you know I wish I could?”

“You’re not an animal, you’re my -- ”

“Your what? Your friend? Oh, now, that is a cute sentiment.”

“What...?”

“You don’t have any friends, Grim, old boy. You never have. What I was, who knows...a pet, perhaps -- someone to talk to, to pass the time -- but a friend? I don’t believe friends go behind each other’s backs and betray their trust. Oh...but I suppose mine already did. Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised, that you’re just the same...”

“Robert -- Bat, I’m...I didn’t mean to -- ”

“At least now, things can go back to the way they were before. You’re all on your own again. All alone with your books, just like before. Just like you’ve always been...”

The nightmare was really rather short, but it was still enough to make Atticus wake up in a icy cold sweat.

Two weeks later, Atticus caught wind from his students that Bat had returned to Hogsmeade. Despite the anxiety and shame he felt, Atticus dropped everything that night to go find him, catching up with the vampire just outside the Three Broomsticks, not far from where they’d first met. Atticus immediately launched into an extensive apology, as Bat listened with a rather blank, placid expression on his face. It was only when Atticus started getting really emotional that Bat actually reached out and took hold of the man’s shoulder. The vampire immediately had to use his free hand to take out his flask and take a long drink of blood, and then he had to bury his face in his winter scarf and turn his focus onto the closest chimney to try to ignore Atticus’s scent and blood pulsing through his skin and clothes -- but he held Atticus’s shoulder anyway, his voice very low and soft in his throat when he spoke.

“I’ve...already forgiven you, Grim.”

Atticus’s guilt lingered somewhat even after that, but the whole affair ended up strengthening the two men’s relationship even more than before. Since this point, Atticus has become the only person who knows Bat’s real name and will, on occasion, use it in private conversation.

#atticus grimsley #bartholomew varney #cecelia crouch varney #my art #my writing #hphl #hogwarts legacy #guuuuh I love these two and their relationship so much I can't even #also yes robert harker was gorgeous okay #his face claim is josh groban so of course he was LOL #I loved drawing his uniform X3

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just-dreaming-about · 5 years ago

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SHOW YOUR FEELINGS #2

I was just in the mood for a second round of these two.

WARNINGS: Smutty? Just a little in the end. THINGS GOT INTENSE WITH SEXUAL TENSION SORRY.

(NOT MY GIF)

It took Sirius three years and cancel their marriage to finally talk to Gadea like a real person although she continued to show her characteristic indifference to his jokes and attempts to flirt.

-Be careful, Padfoot -James had said- Or sooner than you think you'll be engaged again.

Nah, marriage was not his thing. He was sure about it. But at the same time he stopped flirting with others girls...

-I'm bored, that's all! -he replied while Remus was just smiling.

But he was often up late at night thinking about her. How many times had he seen her today? Had he been the one to make her laugh in history class? How many classes did they share together tomorrow? He had to make sure to make her angry tomorrow again, he never tired of seeing her angry.And this is how they finished their sixth year: they were still arguing about everything yes, but now there was also some complicity between them or at least he felt that way. They were no longer strangers who had once been engaged but they also could not say they were friends. There was this little connection between them that neither of them dared to name it but both were comfortable with the dynamics of their new and much more relaxed relationship. Of course she didn't show her feelings openly, it took him a long time to get to know her and she wasn't exactly making it easy for him. He had to watch for any signs, any small gestures that gave her away, like her eyes widening a thousandth of a second at the surprises before she regained her indifference and began to analyze the new situation or her hands playing with the edge of her sleeve she was thinking of say something and didn't know if it was a good time to say it or her lips only lifted a little when he flirted with her and then she looked away to change the subject... And suddenly, just after the final exams Sirius found a new emotion in her that left him completely captivated by her. She blushed. It wasn't planned, he was just casually hanging around with the marauders after their exams and saw her exists the exam class with her things under her arms and a proud expression on her face. Not caring about his friends' comments, he ran to her and jumped over the small wall that separated the courtyard from the hallway to walk beside her.

-So? -So? -she repeated without looking at him and without stopping or slowing down just because he walked beside her. -It’s written in your face, you passed right? -The exam has just ended, Black. They won't give us the results until next week.

But she had this proud smile that gives her away. The voices of Gadea's friends, all Slytherins, called her at the end of the hall, and that's when they stopped. It was as if no one wanted their worlds to collide: the world of blood-purity and social status and their own where they could speak without restrictions. She would prefer stayed at their own world.

-You know, those idiots don't value the amazing and stunning witch you are. They should appreciate how incredibly smart you are.

He was looking at those prats already, crossing his arms and frowning at the looks they gave him. She couldn't control herself and flushed bright red in front of him. She pretended that she was angry and insulted him and ran out of there like a storm. He had seen her blush other times: from rage after being the victim of a joke, from excitement at a new challenge, embarrassed because she had caught him with some girl in the hallways -something he was not very proud of now- but that way of blushing for him... Because he had caused that reaction in her! He had said the compliment and he had made her blush. He was so proud of himself even if he didn't planned it. He couldn't see the end of his friends' teasing after this. They just saw how quickly he managed to make her run away angry about something. Little they knew what had just begun in front of their eyes. During the last days of class Sirius found himself for the first time not wanting to finish the course. James thought he had a fever and Remus even offered him chocolate to bring him to his senses. On the express back to London, Sirius and Gadea collided in the middle of the hall. She just wanted to go to the bathroom, he was running away from another joke he had made with James.

-Have a nice summer, Sirius -she said a little awkward, almost like she was embarrassed.

It was the first time she called him by his name. Usually she called him Black or idiot or other things like that.

-You too, Gadea -he grinned broadly to her.

That summer was one of the best in his life. The Potters were his new family, James was like his brother, even Remus came to stay over several times and they made Godryc's Hollow's nightmares reality while having fun around the city. For James the end of summer was the worst in the world, for Sirius it was an opportunity to see Gadea. They hadn't written to each other during the holidays, he hadn't heard from her since the last time he saw her saying goodbye to some Slytherins and dragging her suitcases out of the station. Alone. He hoped with all his heart that the marriage issue had settled and she was free at last. He wouldn't say it out loud to James or Remus. The three of them made it to the station willing to start their last year at Hogwarts. They had to take advantage of that last year and make it unforgettable. Little does he knew how unforgettable would start their year. There were many people at the station, that was not new, but as they dragged their suitcases they could see that many people were beginning to gather in the same place and from the center of that crowd there were screams. The three of them, together like always, made their way through the crowd until they only had a couple of people in front of them who had to look over their shoulders to see what was going on. And there she was. She was already wearing her perfectly flawless Slytherin uniform. Her hair had grown during the holidays. But something was wrong. Her blue-gray eyes staring at the ground, her lips pressed together in a fine line, her cheeks red in anger, her shoulders trembling and her fists closed.In front of her a couple, definitely her parents. The woman looked very much like her physically but with the man she only shared the color of her eyes. He was angry and was creaming as she tried to calm him down because they were making a scene in front of many people.

-You ungrateful girl! Your mother and I have tried very hard to give you the life that we didn't have and this is how you thank us? Your egoism has no limits? Think about your family, the legacy we have left you, you are throwing it to the ground betting on the wrong broom. Do you want to risk spending the best years of your life studying something that will ruin you instead of taking advantage of the path we have opened for you? Damn ungrateful, you should show more respect for your parents!

It was as if she had sensed Sirius's presence in the crowd and just as he stepped forward to take her out of there, she looked at him. Her eyes reflected a rage and pain so deep that he had never seen in anyone and hoped he would never see it in her eyes again. Her gaze was enough to stop him in his tracks and he thought that he wouldn't like to be in that man's place when the girl's eyes fixed on him.

-Show more respect? To the persons who treated me like I were less than an object? I am just one more chip on your perfect chessboard, dispensable if that means you will get what you want. Neither of you know me at all! Am I betting on the wrong broom for wanting to study? I am the best witch of my course, leader of the dueling club and you do not even know half of what I can do! -You insolent girl, take your words back!-Never! -I have to repeat to you why you should respect your father!?

To everyone's surprise, the man stepped toward her threateningly and raising his hand. To everyone's even greater surprise -except for Sirius- she didn't back down. In one swift movement she held the wand in her hand and an elegant twist of that wand was enough to hurl the man forcefully many meters away from her, over people and into the students' suitcases.

-Gadea! -her mother scolded her, looking at her between surprise and angry.She looked at her mother with the same swagger she showed in class when she won a duel without batting an eye. From the way the woman looked at her, Sirius thought it was the first time she had realized what her daughter was capable of.

-I will be the best witch you have ever seen, mother. Don't be shocked when your hist'ry book mentions me. You will swallow your words and come to beg me for mercy.

Without further ado and with a smooth wand movement, which at first her mother feared was a spell against her, her suitcases rose from the ground and followed her into the express but she stopped before entering.

-And don't expect me to come back this summer.

With that the fight was over and people began to dissolve, going back to their things and chatting about what had just happened. Sirius turned to look at his friends, the three of them still surprised at what had just happened.

-I have to go with her -he said frankly and his friends nodded to him. -Go. We'll take care of your things -said Remus.

With a grateful look he ran to the express and looked for her. In every compartment he looked in there were students from all houses and all ages, some even talking about what they had just heard about the Salaverts, others about what awaited them in this new course. But she was not in either and the train was already starting to move to Hogwarts and he was getting anxious. Finally, in the last compartment, just behind one that was completely empty, there was one with the window curtains drawn as if someone didn't want to be disturbed. She had to be here. So he tapped lightly on the door, leaning one hand on the window to prevent himself from the train moves and to gather strength on what might be found on the other side of the door. He have never been so nervous. He ran a hand through his hair to remove it from his face and called again.

-I don't want anything from the cart, thanks -her voice sounded calm which surprised him more than if he had caught her crying. -It's me. Sirius -he said nervously and then added- Black.

The door opened a few seconds later, revealing a quiet Gadea who was trying to untie her green tie.

-Are you aware that you are the only Sirius from Hogwarts? -she asked walking in the compartment to let him in.

Still fighting with the tie.

-I'm glad you find me unique and irreplaceable -he joked instinctively closing the door behind him. -Stupid -she mumbled getting anger with the tie. -Let me, you'll hang yourself -he said taking her by the shoulders to make her turn so he can undo his tie.

They were so close that he could smell the sweet fragrance she was giving off and his hands worked carefully so as not to touch anything other than her tie or hang her. He had to bend down a little because her head came to his chin.

-Why are you here, Sirius? -she whispered. -To be honest? -he was whispering too and she could smell chocolate for some reason- I was worried about you. But I should already know that you can get your own ass out of problems.

She smiled proudly and looked at the ceiling, letting him work. She didn't need to ask him how much he saw, he saw it all. She was worried that he thought she was fragile or that she needed protection but he didn't think that and that relaxed her. His hands worked fast and he quickly untied the knot in his tie, tugged on one end to finish taking it off completel, and set it on the seat to his right.

-That's it, it won't bother you anymore. You're welcome -he smiled and looked at her eyes. -Thank you -she was still whispering- For the tie... and for coming. You didn't have to.

He was silent for a moment, looking at her as if determining her emotional state, but she wasn’t going to cry, she felt too free and rebellious and fulfilled right now to worry about crying.

-But I had to -a smirk started to form in his face- I had to take care of my fiancee.

She rolled her eyes, when would Sirius leave that stupid thing? They were no longer engaged! But she smiled too.

-I don't need anyone to take care of me.

He laughed because there was the cocky-bossy-proud Gadea that he had missed teasing all summer.

-I know, but I want to be as close as possible to see how you become the best witch.

And she blushed again. She didn't know how he had this incredible skill to made her blush and look like he wasn't even trying. She knew for his smile he was just being sincere: he really thought she could become a great witch. It was like her heart was trembling for a moment too because she was feeling a lot of things at this moment. Embarrassment, nervous, excitemet, happyness, proud, she even had this feeling of not wanting to let him down. And of course the relief. Relief? No, it was something else but she didn't know how to name it. It was like all this time something was tide tight to her heart and suddenly he work with the knot like he did with her tie and her heart can beat freely now. He believe her. He believe her dream. He really think she can do it. And now she noticed how lonely she had been feeling all those years. She thought that she only needed herself, her hard work and nothing else. And now that she finally had someone in front of her who was as hopeful that she would achieve her dream -and without asking for anything in return- she didn't know why but that made her want to cry. But she didn't cry. She wanted but didn't. And then the train gave one of its shakes. He was pushed back as she fell forward. The train continued its course without caring about the bump they just passed or that Gadea Salavert's life was about to change again. His back had hit the door, his head had found the glass in the most painful way. Then when he thought that nothing else could happen to him, Gadea managed to hit him so hard in the stomach that he twisted in pain. He squatted forward, holding himself and trying not to vomit in Gadea's shoes. The girl for her part began to apologize but he couldn’t speak or he would surely end up vomiting the chocolate he had stolen from Remus. When the pain subsided enough to take a deep breath, he let the girl's hands trespass the curtain of his hair looking for his face and let her soft hands lift him to be at eye level, looking at him worried and scared. Her stormy gray-blue eyes staring at his gray ones. Damn. He was so fucked now. He should have known. Confuse love with hate and interest with simply wanting to tease someone was too cliché even for him. But in his defense, she was the smart one. She should have known it too. When you spend your whole life without feeling anything especially pleasant and suddenly a person is responsible for making you feel a thousand things with just a look, a phrase or a smile...

-You know -he whispered, licking his lips- I could kiss you right now.

For her part, she said nothing, there was no hint on her face that could warn him of what she was about to do. But for some reason he wasn't surprised that she was the one taking the initiative. If it had been otherwise, she probably would have thrown him out of the compartment window with her best spell and he would have to end the journey to Hogwarts crawling. It was a fiery kiss. In fact, it was like they were fighting to lead the kiss. She cheated. Her hands tangled in his hair and she tugged on it inadvertently, causing his moan and her consequent victory. They stopped for air, taking a deep breath and looking each other in the eyes. She seemed to be challenging him to say something. He laughed loudly and as openly as he always did but this time she joined him in laughter. And he took advantage of the distraction. Now was she who was against the door and her surprise made it easy for him to lead this second kiss. He didn’t give her any truce. As soon as she recovered from the surprise and returned the kiss, deepening it and gaining ground, he made sure that his right hand slipped underhi her shirt -grasping her bare waist feeling her smooth skin shamelessly- regaining control of the kiss and of the situation.

-I could get used to this -he whispered and smirked against her lips gasping hard.

-Don't screw it up, Black -she scolded him, gasping but frowning too.

-Yes ma'am.

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eastonia-blog · 5 years ago

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I’m going to do a weird.

I know a whole lot of us are stuck at home due to the COVID19 outbreak and all our respective governments attempting to flatten the curve. So I’m going to break out my VAST library of fanfiction recommendations for you to read! Please bear in mind that my tastes in fics are not necessarily like yours so the following 15 Fandom reccs might be hit or miss. All ships and above T ratings will be tagged with brackets, all crossovers will be mentioned in those same brackets. Also, if I mention it’s part of a series, I’m not just recommending the fic I mentioned, I’m recommending the whole series. I’ve tried to recommend a different author’s fic each time. So! Let’s start with the 3 fandoms I mention in my blog description.

1) ATLA Fate Deferred (Zutara) Aang remains in the iceberg ten years longer. Sozin’s comet comes, the world keeps turning with no Avatar to save it, and by the time he’s finally found by a waterbender and her Fire Nation husband, a lot has changed. [Zutara established relationship full series rewrite; Now on Book II: Earth] Cheating at Pai Sho (Canon Divergence) “You said you were the Avatar!” “…I lied?” Aang doesn’t get rescued in episode two, and no one’s seen him go glowy yet… so he starts bluffing. Hard. Or: “The Avatar joins Zuko’s quest to find the Avatar.” In which Zuko doesn’t join the Gaang, the Gaang joins Zuko. The Undying Fire: Blood and Fire (First in the Undying Fire Series, eventual Zutara) Book 1. In which rescuing the Avatar from Pohuai Stronghold doesn’t end so well. It’s a tough life being a banished prince trying to get home, especially when the Avatar just wants to be your friend and keeps making everything confusing. Oh, and did Zuko mention he somehow healed the kid? Yeah, that happened. Stalking Zuko (First in the Stalking Zuko Series, eventual Zutara) Katara has developed a new hobby. At the Western Air Temple she takes to stalking Zuko. Much silliness and shenanigans follow. In chapter 20: Katara and Zuko return home to the others. Katara hates the F word and she comes to a decision regarding Zuko. Embers (Canon divergence) Dragon’s fire is not so easily extinguished; when Zuko rediscovers a lost firebending technique, shifting flames can shift the world… 2) Percy Jackson and the Olympians The Father (Percabeth in the GFFA, eventual Anidala) It all started with a wish, but because it was Percy Jackson it couldn’t have been a friendly goddess granting him a wish. No, it had to be Nemesis, goddess of revenge and balance. Now Percy and Annabeth are stuck in a strange new galaxy right when an ancient and powerful darkness finally begins to stir. Glass Figures (MCU Mashup) I lifted my gun, pointing it towards the minefield of shattered fragments, and kicked the small coffee table out of the way.Only to stare down at an awfully familiar face, which split into a somewhat lopsided grin. The intruder raised his hands in a mocking surrender. //“Long time no see, dude.” //I lowered the gun. “What the hell are you doing in South Peru?” //Or in which Clint Barton and Percy Jackson have a long personal history that starts in high school. All Together, Cousins (Canon divergence) When Thalia ran away with her toddler brother, Jason, she slowly gathered her cousins: she and her cousins being Big Three children. As Jason gets older and their motley group expands to six, Thalia resigns herself to the fact that she won’t always be the leader of the pack. As she accepts that, something more is coming, able to challenge even the gods above. A Crown of Golden Leaves (Historical AU) Annabeth, a Lady from the declining polis of Athens, must marry the Heir Apparent of Rome to save the rapidly expanding world from a threat even the gods couldn’t foresee. Deluge (Percy in the Arrowverse) Barry has to deal with yet another Metahuman that Zoom has pitted against him. But this ‘Metahuman’ is an unwilling pawn in Zoom’s plan and really wants to find a way around killing the Scarlet Speester. But how can he when Zoom is holding something against him?

3) DC Firework (First in the Sparks in the Dark Series) Orphaned and removed from the only life he’s ever known, Dick feels like there’s no light left for him in the world. His new benefactor, however, still sees something worth saving… Chronological beginning of the Spark in the Dark series. Iron, Fire, Mirror-Glass After a brutal confrontation with Bane, Bruce comes away with a broken spine and the certainty that his days as Batman are over. An unexpected discovery offers him another chance—but at what price? The story of a man who risks his soul for the sake of his mission, the dangerous creature he names Robin, and the unlikely partnership that will shape the legend of Gotham’s Dark Knight. Get Back Up There was a mole, one who played a long game. The team was betrayed, crushed. Robin nearly died. What are they going to do now? Only one chirped the answer. Get back up. WARNING: lots of talking, little action, many follow ups Five Times …Five times Damian thought of Dick Grayson as his father, and the one time Dick thought of Damian as his son. Future-fic. YJ characters will show up later. Batman!Dick and Damian as Robin. With guest appearances from Jason, Tim, Cass, and Steph. Unveiling the Mystery Series of one-shots about the team learning a little about Robin (Dick Grayson). With all the fics, I heavily suggest you also read what else these authors have to offer in their archive.

And now here’s the plethora of other fandoms I read fics in under the cut!

4) Harry Potter The Horse (Mature) Looking after a Muggle animal should be easy compared to saving Hogwarts from Voldemort. Harry and Draco might disagree with that. Featuring Luna, Marauders, peppermints and, of course, a tall, black, badtempered horse named Simon. The Potions Master’s Nephew An accident occurs and Professor Snape finds himself trapped in his fifteen-year-old body. Enrolled into Harry Potter’s fifth year, he is forced to hide his true identity. Girls, drama and teenage angst do not bode well with Severus. Keeping Up with the Grangers (Dramione, Mature) Mr. Malfoy, I invite you and your mother to tea next Tuesday, May 25th at 2o’clock to discuss recent events. Dr. Helen Granger //… …// He glances at the boxy too-uniform numbers flashing on the face of Richard’s radio. It’s nearly noon, and he should be getting ready to leave; but there is still a harsh tension in his shoulders and neck that he wants to work out before Hermione finds him. It is, after all, Tuesday; and while his Tuesdays were designated ‘tea with Helen’ days previously, they are now ‘lunch with Granger’ days, ever since the chance meet-up with the Weasel’s wife and the insufferable swot herself. Faceless (Dramione, Mature) New year. New love. New threat. A powerful enemy is on the rise, and Hermione Granger finds herself intertwined in a relationship with Draco Malfoy – only she doesn’t know it’s him. / / RUNNER-UP: Enchanted Awards Summer 2017 for Best Relationship Development

5) Devil May Cry And the Rest is Silence (Mature) The destruction of the Saviour wasn’t the end. Too many people had too much invested. An Uncle’s Thoughts Dante’s thoughts and feelings regarding one particular quarter-demon kid. Vignettes that span from the start of Devil May Cry 4 through Devil May Cry 5, and beyond. Fortuna’s Fool Events after DMC5 with flashbacks to the events we briefly see in DMC4SE only with Vergil telling Dante all about Nero’s mother. Family ties are so complicated, aren’t they? Family of Happenstance Some orphans have happy endings, getting adopted or finding their family. Having a demon slaying half devil for a father tends to throw a tiny monkey wrench in the process. AU Father!Dante, Son!Nero. Rated because hunters don’t exactly have clean mouths.

6) Power Rangers (Focus on Might Morphin’ and Dino Thunder teams) Of Love and Bunnies Set just after Dino Thunder. When Angel Grove announces another Power Rangers Day, Tommy takes the Dino Rangers to Angel Grove for a reunion with the original team… including Kimberly. TommyKim, JasonTrini, KiraTrent. The Reason (Part 1 of eclyptyk neo‘s Dino Thunder AU) COMPLETED. DT. AU. Years go by as Tommy Oliver becomes accustomed to his job as a teacher. A person from his past returns. The new ranger team grows interested in its outcome. How will these new changes between rangers young and old be? Sequel: Ordinary World Change of Hearts (Wild Force) PRWF: When Jindrax and Toxica set out to find themselves, they had no idea that their greatest adventure was only beginning. Chronology Conundrum DT/MMPR - After a strange mutation is released in Reefside, the five Dino Thunder Ranges find themselves thrown back into the past, circa 1995 Angel Grove. Somehow, they have to figure out how to make it back to their present without destroying it or themselves. And if they succeed, they must navigate the consequences of their actions in the past, while still protecting Reefside. 7) Merlin (Mergana leaning) The Other Version of Events What if Merlin and Arthur had met when they were children? What if a mysterious illness fell over Ealdor and Merlin was blamed? What if Arthur had actually felt sorry for him? What if destiny was thrown at them in a whole new way? AU, no slash, Bromance, A/G M/M… You get the idea. Flipping the Coin, Part 2 of Coins (2nd story in the Coins Sage but 1st multichapter) Merlin and Gwaine are sent on an adventure to discover their past and stay one step ahead of Morgana. Fearing for them, Arthur and the other knights set out to find them, but soon discover much more than they bargained for. Alt version Season 5. Sequel to “Two Sides of the Coin” Angst, Adventure, BAMF, Bromance, Redemption, Twists on Arthurian Legends. The King’s Legacy “I hope you are rolling in your grave brother, I will find your son, and I hope he is like you. I will ruin him and gain a lovely weapon in the process.” Cenred spat on the grave, “I win Balinor.” .Sequel posted. The Warlock’s Quickening (First in the Albion Cycle) Merlin might have come to Camelot to master his magic, not to end the Purge, but he’s not going to sit idly by while his kin suffer. Oh no. Whether it’s releasing a chained dragon, smuggling sorcerers out of the city, or trying to change Arthur’s mind, he’s fighting back. Now. Series rewrite beginning after 1X02 featuring Proactive!Merlin. AU.

8) Dragon Ball Under the Radar (Gohan/Videl) Gohan is living life as a secret superhero, but Videl is making it her business to find him out! How will Gohan manage her and Saiyan hormones? Will he fess up? Or will he try to live his life -puts on sunglasses- “Under the Radar”? *applause* Thank you! Thank you! And GOODNIGHT! G/V obviously. Rated T because adult situations and language in later chapters. COMPLETE! Golden God (Mature) To save the lives of millions, Gohan is forced to expose himself as a Super Saiyan, proving that his tricks are indeed very real. And it drives the whole world to insanity. Warning; becomes a little graphic goes as it on. Walking Towards the Sunset Bardock’s curse sends him to a mysterious place where weaklings are abundant and an odd trio claim to be his family. Eventually giving in, he stays with them to discover that Earth is more unlucky than Planet Vegeta. Impatiently waiting for his son’s arrival, Bardock has to survive a new life with his estranged family and a certain girl set on finding the truth. (Saiyaman-Buu Saga) Plus One (Gohan/Videl, Mature) Tired of being pursued by the gold-digging, glory-seeking, Satan obsessed freaks of the world, Videl will resort to the only method open to a celebrity like her to find Mr. Right. 9) Sailor Moon (Mainly SenshiShitennou) The Crystal Age (Rewritten) In an alternate version of Season 1, as a result of Beryl’s curse at the end of the Silver Age, Tuxedo Mask and the reincarnated Shitennou are fighting a losing battle to save the city and find the lost princess. Sailor Moon has disappeared, Sailor V is working on her own, and the other Senshi are still just ordinary girls. Sequel to The Silver Age. MxU, SxS. Please R&R. Hooligans It’s after Galaxia and time for University. The Senshi and Mamoru settle into life in Great Britain and meet some old friends. Inner Senshi x Shitennou and Usagi x Mamoru. Modern Timeline. Strong language, crude humour, hilarity and sexual situations abound, be warned, there will be some heavy angst later on too. Never Gone R A single choice can change the course of Fate: a choice, say, like waking up on time. If that choice were made, Chiba Mamoru would never meet Tsukino Usagi; but, he WOULD meet Unami Seiya and the burden of Terra’s future would fall onto his shoulders. Never Gone AU. The Dinner Hour (Part of The Dinner Series) It can be hard to be patient in the face of eternity. But good things come to those who search and refuse to give up on their dreams. R/J. (Sequels: Dinner And Again, Dinner at Last completed!)

10) Les Miserables (Warning: Enjonine ahead) When Apollo Met Persephone (1st of the 1830s AU) The revolution, or at least the first part of it succeeds. Enjolras confronts political and personal realities. Eponine is suddenly faced with more opportunities than she ever thought. Can they guide each other in a world that needs them as much as they need it? Les Choses Qui Sont Arrivées Après “You must flee Paris at once.” Enjolras and Eponine. The thief and the leader, the marble Apollo and the dark street girl… two wholly different survivors of the Revolution are forced together under a dangerous circumstance. Can they successfully fight their demons as well as each other? Neither of them knows quite what is going on, or what will happen when they figure it out. Teacher of Man The first time Enjolras and Éponine meet, it is their wedding day. (arranged marriage AU) My Best Friend’s Wedding Éponine Thenardiér always thought that Marius would eventually come back to her, until the wedding invitation came in the mail. Now she is going to do everything that she can to get him back from that blonde tart Cosette. Nothing goes according to plan and even her partner in crime Enjolras is becoming an obstacle. E/E. 11) Naruto Beginnings Naruto was six years old when he met the man who changed his life. …Now he’s kind of just hoping he survives it. An Inch of Gold (Part of the Legacy of Fire series) Team 7 is sent on a mission to investigate a disturbance outside of the village, where they encounter an unconscious girl in a crater. The mysterious Sarada insists she’s a shinobi from the Hidden Leaf trying to rescue her teammates. When the team discovers she possesses a Sharingan, things become even more unbelievable. [Part of the Legacy of Fire Series] Guilt of Innocence Uchiha Sasuke abandoned Konoha in his persute of power to join Orochimaru. However, this was only a cover story. In fact, on Tsunade’s orders, Sasuke is to act as Konoha’s spy within Otogakure. One agreement and his path had changed forever… Blind (SasuSaku) It was almost time, Orochimaru was going to take his body as a vessel. He hated being used…he refused to be used. With that thought, he took the kunai in his hand and slashed across his eyes.

12) Legend of Zelda (Zelink) The Conviction to Save The princess is dead. Those are the words being whispered in the streets. A great shudder sweeps across the land of Hyrule as news of its beloved monarch’s passing spreads like wildfire. In the midst of the ensuing chaos, a humble village doctor happens upon the body of a gravely injured young woman on the road. Legend of the Miraculous (Concepts taken from Miraculous Ladybug) A legend retold through many a tale, but when a darkness resurfaces after so long, Athena and Sheikhan Wolf must return again! Will Link and Zelda be able to combat this threat? and will they figure out each others’ identities? Come inside and take a look! Hit List AU. It all started as a typical day at Ordon High, until a sudden school shooting turns the life of Link Hero upside down. Now, surrounded by enemies, can Link save his friends and escape the school alive? (Edit 10/2015) Counting Stars Link finds himself caught in the middle of an elaborate gang war. Lucky for him, being a B-list superhero makes that predicament a tiny bit easier. / Modern AU ZeLink, inspired by Spider-Man. Under Revision! 13) Hunger Games Vox Libertas Due to things playing out a bit differently in the last few minutes of the Quell, the rescue also goes a bit differently than expected. Now Peeta has the responsibility of representing the Rebellion thrust upon him. No pressure. *AU Mockingjay. Part I of Dandelion in the Storm AU. Mainly Peeta POV.* Someone To Watch Over Me (Everlark, 1st in the Series) A HG rewrite. What would happen if Peeta was just a little bit bolder, and Katniss a little less emotionally confused? You’d be surprised. Let the Games begin. This is an AU, but I’ve tried to stay as canon as possible. Rated T to be safe. Enthralled (Everlark, Gadge, Mature) Thrall (þræll), n., a slave or serf in Viking Age Scandinavia. After a successful raid, Gale is rewarded with a slave girl: the Saxon noblewoman Madge. Meanwhile, shieldmaiden Katniss grows closer to captive monk Peeta. Gadge/Everlark historical AU with background Odesta and other pairings. Katniss, Vampire Slayer (Mature) “Into every generation a slayer is born.” the man droned out slowly, quietly, in a way that made her think he was quoting something. “One girl in all the world. A chosen one. She alone will wield the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their number. She is the Slayer.” // Haymitch mocked. “One girl in all the world. Ain’t I just lucky it had to be you.” 14) How To Train Your Dragon Becoming Lífþrasir (Hiccstrid) People often wondered what kept Hiccup going during those early years. When that single, most-treasured thing is taken from him, there is little left to keep him on Berk. The day Stoick returns, and the day before the best recruit is finally chosen, Hiccup leaves Berk; little knowing that he would one day return under … strange circumstances. H/A, R/F, rated for violence. HTTYD Easter Special Sequel to “The Unholy Offspring,” set after the season finale. When Alvin the Treacherous threatens Asgard with a rogue demigod’s help, Hiccup and Berk’s Dragon Riders must prevent an early Ragnorak. It doesn’t help that Alvin has learned to tame dragons, and that the only god that can help Hiccup is a sullen, suspicious boy named Mud. Happy Eos week, Hiccup! The Blacksmith’s Apprentice (Hiccstrid) AU. Hiccup never took the shot on that fateful night-and the war continued. Three years later, Berk is beset by dragon raids and hostile tribes while the boy who should have saved the island is merely the assistant in the forge. With only Astrid as his friend, fate gives Hiccup one more chance to end the war and become the hero he was meant to be. Hiccstrid. Snap (Hiccstrid, Mature) He was just supposed to fix her back, and she doubted that at first. She definitely didn’t expect to get dragged into the ethics of a girlish crush. Modern AU. 15) Star Wars Double Agent Vader The one where Vader turned double agent for the Rebellion about three years after ROTS, and Leia is now his primary contact with the Rebellion. Or, a man attempts to escape slavery by turning into one of his culture heroes, teaching his daughter how to do magic, killing people, and flower arranging. A New History During a heated battle, Dooku escaped into the past! Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker follow to stop him, but discover that Dooku went to the past where Obi-Wan is a young padawan to a very much alive Qui-Gon Jinn. Now, the two must go undercover to stop Dooku’s plans from coming to fruition in order to save not only the future, but also young Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn. Pulse AU for ROTS. As Padme’s life hangs in the balance on Mustafar, a stream of brilliant light causes Anakin to reconsider his choices. Jedi Shmi AU Shmi leaves Tatooine with Anakin and goes to the Jedi Temple.

#Stuff to do #while youre stuck inside #due to coronavirus #eastonia reccs #fanfiction recommendation

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swiftlydnp · 6 years ago

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Hey! So this is my fic for the Fall fic exchange @b99fandomevents written for @amazingsantiago (I was so nervous when I got you cause you are such a great writer and I wonder if you'll like this fic I really hope you do) . You gave me amazing prompts but I chose this one " Jake and Amy go Halloween costume shopping with baby" (in honour of peraltiago baby 2020) So here it is:

Every day is magical when I'm with you

Jake opened his eyes to see a pair of similar browns looking into his own and the mess of curls which matched his. He immediately had a goofy grin on his face and called out "Hey Emi! Good morning baby". Jake beamed at his 3 year old daughter. Her name was Emijila but they called her Emi for short. It was also fun because it kinda sounded like Amy.

Amy was still sleeping. After all this time, Jake's heart still skipped a beat when he looked at her. She looked so peaceful before Emi literally pounced on her mother to wake her up. Amy groaned in sleepiness but after seeing that it was her, her face turned into a smile and she excitedly began to talk to their daughter.

Jake couldn't believe this was his life. He watched them for a while with a grin on his face then checked the time on his phone and saw that it was only 7am. They both had the day off so there was no rush. They had stopped setting alarms (Amy hadn't but it was only one instead of her usual three), they didn't need to, their sweet angel served as an alarm for them every morning.

They were going costume shopping that day so they had to hurry through their daily routine with Emi behind their backs nagging them. She seemed like a mini Amy sometimes. Emi was very excited for costumes shopping. It was her first time going trick or treating.

They had breakfast (Jake made pancakes) and they were dressed and ready by 10am. "Come on Amy, or all the good 'stumes will be gone", Jake said haughtily. Amy rolled her eyes but followed him nevertheless.

They were going to a shop named 'Abracadabra' as per Jake's insistence. Amy had no idea what they were going to be in for. She originally wanted to go to a sensible store like Walmart or Target like a normal person but of course, Jake didn't do normal. He had spotted the shop while in search of a suspect and was so intrigued by the name that he practically begged Amy to go there.

Back when they were brainstorming costume ideas, Jake had come up with the idea of dressing Emi as Holly Gennaro claiming "she'll look so cute in a red blazer and she's already got the curls". Amy had stared at him in exasperation and shouted, "You're not gonna dress up our daughter in the outfit I wore for our die hard themed sexcapades!!!" The last word was whispered. Jake eyes widened and he immediately had looked ashamed of himself muttering a "I completely forgot about that part".

Unsurprisingly, Jake had had another idea. "So what if we dress her up as female John Mcclane", Jake had said excitedly. Amy immediately had made a face at that.

"Hey don't be so backwards Amy!", Jake had said dramatically.

"I don't think that kind of costume will be available in a shop.", Amy had argued.

"I'll just make it here at home then all we need is a vest and a toy gun!", Jake had said gleefully.

"Okay first of all that's gross and secondly,she doesn't know what Die Hard is yet. She'll not know what's she dressing up as", Amy had tried to explain.

"And whose fault is that?!?!??", Jake had demanded.

Amy rolled her eyes and said,"I'm not letting you show our three year old child a movie filled with gratuitous violence."

They had continued to argue well after that and had only stopped when Emi woke up.

And now here they were at the costume shop and going through several different costumes. Emi suddenly tugged at her mother's hand and lead her to a section and showed her what costume she wanted. Amy almost teared up. It's a Hogwarts uniform. When Jake catched up with them, he looked at the costume and grinned widely at their daughter's choice. "She's definitely a mini version of you, Ames.", Jake said lovingly. Amy smiled back.

They were both remembering a time when Jake used to read Harry potter to Emi back when Amy was pregnant with her. They also showed her all the Harry potter movies when she was 2. It wasn't a surprise she chose this costume. Amy was so happy her daughter shared her interest.

Still she asked, "You want that, Emi?" She nodded excitedly. They took a closer look at the costume. It contained a full set complete with a wand, a Gryffindor scarf and the Hogwarts uniform.

"It's perfect! She'll look just like Hermione because of her curls Jake.", Amy exclaimed.

" The curls which she got from me! She is an extreme cutie who is carrying forward my legacy.", Jake said smugly.

"Well she got all her smartness from me so she's carrying forward my legacy too Jake.", Amy retorted.

"Well with your smartness and my hotness l always knew we'd make a great baby together.", said Jake.

"You always knew?", Amy asked incredulously.

Jake's eyes widened. "I mean uh- not always.", Jake sputtered.

"Hey, it's okay I knew you were deeply in love with me from the start.", Amy said fondly.

"Well you can't deny it.", Jake said effectively ending their banter as they looked at each other fondly (read: literal heart eyes).

They paid for the costume. As they walked out of the shop, Jake continued their earlier conversation, "Well you also can't deny how cute our little Emi's gonna look in this costume".

"Yeah she's gonna get all the candy.", Amy paused a little before adding,"Jake you know you can't steal her candy, right."

"I can't promise anything"

"Jake..."

They continued bantering as they got into the car and were interrupted when Emi suddenly started giggling. They stopped abruptly to look at her and her infectious laughter made them laugh too.

"So...where to next?", Amy asked after the laughter had died down.

"We're totally gonna bag up all that candy,Ames."

"You really think it's gonna last until Halloween."

"Who said anything about Halloween, Ames. We're just off to buy my daily stash."

Amy rolled her eyes fondly. Typical Jake.

As Jake began driving, Amy began talking to Emi and she was listening in rapt attention as if she understood every word. Looking at them, Jake smiled to himself. His two girls. He was one lucky son of a bitch.

Author's note:

So I hope you liked it! I really don't know how it turned out so criticism is very well appreciated. Lastly, I'd like to thank @b99fandomevents for hosting this. I really enjoyed writing this. :)

PS: Emijila is pronounced 'Emi-hi-lya'. Hope you like the name

PPS: here's the ao3 link!

#b99 fandom events #b99 fall 2019 fic exchange #peraltiago #peraltiago fic #hope you like it #brooklyn nine nine fic #brooklyn 99 #brooklyn nine nine #b99

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izzyaro · 6 years ago

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Legacy preview (Harry is Salazar)

I’m still stuck on the next chapter of ‘Strange Visitors’, so here’s a rough draft of the first chapter of the reincarnated Founders fic.

Harry Potter woke up two weeks before his ninth birthday and decided he was going to leave home.

This in itself wasn't particularly unusual. Harry, like many young boys, had often thought about leaving home. After all, being able to go wherever they wanted, without anyone telling them what to do, was the dream of many children.

Harry Potter probably thought about it more often than most though. He thought about it whenever his uncle shouted at him, or whenever his aunt sneered at him. He thought about it when his cousin and his gang chased him so they could try to stuff his head down the toilet, and whenever his teachers looked at him with vapid expressions of pity.

In short, Harry Potter had thought about it nearly every day for the past seven years.

The difference between Harry and all the other children with similar dreams was that Harry was perfectly capable of carrying making his dream a reality.

Harry had been planning his escape for a long time, but recent events had forced his hand. It wasn't unusual for Harry to get far better reports from his teachers than his cousin Dudley. It also wasn't difficult, considering Dudley had the intelligence of a juvenile rabbit, but for some reason Vernon and Petunia had never gotten used to it. They had taken to ignoring it after even their most severe threats failed to get Harry to dumb himself down, but this year they couldn't ignore the rather pointed note attached to Harry's report from his headmistress. Miss Pevensie was old but she wasn't stupid, and she wasn't blind enough to miss the differences between loud, spoiled Dudley and his little ghost of a cousin. Harry had been sent to his cupboard the second Vernon had seen the letter, but his uncle's shouts about child services and reports of abuse had been impossible to ignore.

Harry didn't care. Maybe the authorities would help, but they never had before and he had no intention of taking his chances.

So the next morning, Harry decided that enough was enough. He left his schoolbooks behind, instead packing the few tolerable clothes he possessed into his small rucksack. There was nothing else he cared to take; everything he owned had been broken by Dudley before being passed on to him. He dressed in his school uniform, and looked round his cupboard for the last time.

Really, Harry hadn't had to stay in the cupboard. Young as he was, there were plenty ways he could have persuaded or intimidated his relatives into giving him Dudley's spare room. In the end though he hadn't bothered with the effort. He had never been planning on staying long, and the less the Dursleys knew about what he could do the better. More importantly, the less the other authorities knew about his abilities the better.

Harry wasn't stupid. He might know very little about how his world worked in this time, but no society would be so idiotic as to leave children with their power unsupervised. Any intentional displays of magic would undoubtedly attract attention, and that would lead to questions that Harry had no desire to answer.

For example, how he knew about magic at all.

Harry snorted softly. That question alone could cause utter chaos. Much better to wait until he had more information

A sharp rap on the door woke Harry from his thoughts.

"Hurry up, or you'll be late, boy."

Harry's lip curled, but he opened the door without comment. Petunia eyed him, and sneered. "You've missed breakfast, but that can't be helped. We're leaving now."

Harry said nothing. Instead he just met her pale blue eyes with his green ones. Petunia's lips thinned, but instead of scolding him, she just shook her head sharply. "Don't be late."

She hurried Dudley out the door with far more haste than normal, and Harry was gratified to see a gleam of fear and confusion in her eyes as she glanced back over her shoulder. Then the door slammed shut and Harry was alone in the house.

Vernon hadn't been happy, but after Dudley threw four tantrums in a row about the freak walking into school with him, he had agreed that Harry would leave five minutes after Dudley and Petunia every morning. Harry hadn't particularly minded; any time away from Dudley was fine by him, and he had been amused by how quickly the teachers picked up on their unusual situation, but he appreciated the arrangement now.

It was tempting to leave a suitable farewell for the Dursleys, but Harry resisted the impulse. He wanted as good a head start as he could get before the chaos started. Not that it really mattered, considering where he was going, but it would draw things out for his charming relatives. Instead, Harry headed up to the attic.

One of the first things Harry could remember was Petunia telling him never to go into the attic. Naturally, it was one of the first things Harry had done, once he was strong enough. The place was full of Vernon and Petunia's rubbish, but there were a few things of interest. Harry shoved a stack of Dudley’s old pre-school work out the way until he found the box of dusty photo albums he had been looking for. He was keen to leave as soon as possible, but he had never been able to resist the urge to take a look.

Harry carefully picked up one of the more faded albums and opened it. Two smiling Muggles beamed up at him, and Harry felt his own lips twitch up. The photo was in black and white, but he knew from other photos that his grandmother’s eyes were exactly the same colour as his own. Both of his grandparents were blond though, so Harry’s hair colour had presumably come from his father’s side. That was all Harry knew about his father, but he pushed that thought to one side. There would be information about him somewhere, and Harry had no intention of stopping until he found it.

Reluctantly, Harry set that album aside and found the newer ones. These ones were all in colour, and there was a familiar tightness in Harry’s chest as he looked at his mother’s face. If he hadn’t found these photos, Harry wouldn’t even have known her name. He thanked every god he knew that someone had recorded the date and people present on the back of each photo. There were some of Lily and Petunia as small children, sometimes with a tiny wrinkled old woman who Harry assumed was his great-grandmother, and then there were some of Lily as a young lady, laughing and carefree, with her whole future before her.

Harry’s fingers trembled as he traced his mother’s face. What had happened? He knew absolutely nothing about their lives. He didn't know why they had met their deaths by the Killing Curse, if that was the green light in his nightmares was, or why he had been placed with people who might be his blood relatives but still loathed him simply for who he was. He didn’t know why none of their friends had ever tried to check on him.

Harry didn't have answers to those questions. But he was going to find out.

For now though, he had wasted enough time. He raided the albums for his favourite pictures, and placed the photos carefully in a plastic wallet he’d borrowed from Dudley’s school supplies. He needed them more than Petunia did. Harry cast a final quick glance round, then settled his rucksack more comfortably on his shoulders and closed his eyes.

It wasn't the best idea he had ever had. Apparition was tricky even for a grown wizard. Harry remembered all too vividly the last time he had tried it at this young age, but he forced the memories away with a shudder. Thinking about that wouldn't help. He was tempted to wait a few more months, just to let his magic stabilise, but he dismissed the thought almost immediately. The situation with the Dursleys had become intolerable, and Harry knew he could do this. He had before after all.

So Harry Potter summoned up all the magic he possessed and concentrated on the one place he could truly call home.

There was the familiar awful-wonderful twisting wrenching bending stretching sensation then Harry landed on cold stone and his mind burst into song.

'Welcome home, Salazar!"

Salazar Slytherin, founder of Hogwarts, now nearly nine year old Harry Potter closed his eyes and let the magic of Hogwarts surround him. Wards wrapped around him as easily as if a day had passed rather than a thousand years, and tears fell unheeded as Hogwarts' love and respect soothed his battered mind and soul.

'Thank you,' he finally managed. ‘It is good to be home.’

Hogwarts seemed to hum louder, and for a minute Harry let himself just bask in the warmth of her welcome. It had been so long since anyone had treated him with more than wary pity.

But there was something he had to know.

'Have any of the others been here?'

There was a heavy sigh and Harry's heart sank even before the soft whisper sounded. 'Only you.'

Harry drew in a deep, shuddering breath. Where could they be? He couldn't do this without them. He rubbed fiercely at his eyes and tried to think. He had made no plans to be reborn after his death, and he wouldn't have had time to carry out any rituals anyway, considering the nature of his demise. That meant that someone, be it a god, the fates, or even magic itself, had intervened.

Whoever it was, they had to have brought the others back too. Harry didn't know what was going on, but he did know that he couldn't do it alone. He needed his family.

But if they weren't here, where were they?

'They may not be old enough,' Hogwarts pointed out. 'Witches and wizards do not come here until they are eleven now, and you are younger than that.'

Harry sat back and nodded. 'You're right. I just hope they get here soon.' If they didn't... His mind shied away from the possibility.

'The new school year starts in six weeks,' Hogwarts offered. 'One or all of them might arrive then.'

'I hope so,' said Harry quietly.

Hogwarts wrapped his mind in another gentle hug, and Harry leaned into the contact. 'You are not alone, Salazar. You will never be alone.'

Harry smiled. He knew he was right. He took a deep breath, then got to his feet. He couldn't sit around waiting for his friends for the next six weeks. He might be only a child, but there was still plenty he could do. Especially here in Hogwarts.

There was one immediate matter to deal with. 'What happened in here?'

Harry had decided to land in the Chamber of Secrets out of sheer practicality. He hadn't been sure when the holidays for Hogwarts would be, and hadn't wanted to risk landing in the middle of a crowded corridor. As the Chamber was hidden, and sealed to any but a Parselmouth, it had seemed the most suitable location.

Which it was. It was also half flooded with water.

'Ah,' said Hogwarts. There was a clear note of embarrassment in her voice. 'Well, things got a little complicated when the Muggles invented plumbing. One of Selene's descendants had to rework the entire system.'

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. 'Right. I'll deal with that later. What about Issa?'

'She is well,' Hogwarts assured him. 'But she is very old, and sleeps a great deal.'

Harry smiled. 'I'm not surprised. I'll wake her once I settle in.' He looked around and sighed. 'Looks like I'll be staying in the Room of Requirement after all.' He would make time to come down and visit Issa later, and he would also have to make sure his wards on the rest of the Chamber had held. There were things down here that were never meant to see the light of day again.

But that could wait for another day. Harry climbed to his feet, picked up his rucksack, and willed himself to the Room of Requirement.

Harry reappeared in an exact replica of his old chambers, and smiled. 'Thank you.'

'My pleasure,' Hogwarts replied.

Harry let out a contented sigh as he shrugged out of his rucksack. He had missed Hogwarts, and he had missed having his own space, and it was so good to be home. 'Have any students found this place yet?'

'Not for many years,' said Hogwarts with a chuckle. 'Even the teachers have only ever found it by accident.'

Harry smirked. 'Rowena will be pleased to hear that.' He started taking his clothes out of his rucksack, then paused. Looking at the stained and baggy cast-offs made him think of the Dursleys, and he had no intention of thinking about those people unless he absolutely had to. ‘Do we still keep spare robes?'

There was a slight pause before Hogwarts replied. 'We do. But, Salazar, there is a house-elf outside who wishes to speak with you.'

Harry closed his eyes for a moment. 'I should have expected that.' He set the clothes down on the bed and took a deep breath. 'Let them in.'

Hogwarts touched his mind in a brief second of comfort, then the door swung open to reveal an old house-elf. He was dressed in a clean tea towel with the Hogwarts crest on it, and his eyes went as wide as saucers when he caught sight of Harry. Harry smiled and knelt down so they were at eye level.

"Hello," he said gently. "Please come in. What's your name?"

The house-elf visibly swallowed and took a few steps into the room. "I is called Pento," he said.

Harry nodded. "It's nice to meet you, Pento. Why are you here?"

Pento hesitated, then lifted his head to meet Harry's gaze properly. "We house-elves felt the old Master return," he said clearly. "We did not understand, but we are here to serve, and serve we will, if that is Master’s wish."

For a moment, Harry could only stare at him. The house-elves were bound to Hogwarts, and so Harry had guessed that they would be alerted to his presence, but he hadn't expected them to recognise him. Pento's ears fell. "Have we displeased, Master?" he asked tentatively.

Harry blinked and shook his head. "No, Pento. Not at all." He took a breath. "Thank you for your service. All I ask is that you do not tell anyone that I am here."

Pento nodded vigorously. "I understand, Master." He gave Harry a warm smile. "All of Hogwarts is happy that you is home."

Harry suddenly found it impossible to speak around the lump in his throat. "I'm very happy to be home too, Pento."

Pento tilted his head to one side, and studied Harry for a long minute. "Master needs looking after," he said suddenly. "Master has not been happy in a long time." His eyes narrowed as they took in Harry's clothes. "Pento will send elves to help Master." He bowed very low, then disappeared with a loud crack.

Harry sat back on his heels and shook his head. He had forgotten how protective house-elves could be of masters they felt deserved it. Not for the first time he mentally thanked Helga for being so passionate in her advocacy of house-elf rights. He, Godric and Rowena had learned easily as much from her as she had from them. None of them had treated house-elves badly to begin with, all their families having taught them better than that, but Helga was something else.

The thought of his friends sent a sharp pang through Harry's chest. He missed them more than he could say. His hands curled into fists, and he felt Hogwarts' silent support. He would find them again. No matter how long it took.

In the meantime, however, he had a lot of catching up to do.

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you hang the moon, i’ll hang the stars [draco malfoy]

request: “163? Draco x Gryffindor!reader please?” -anon

word count: ~1200

a/n: i’m like 87% sure this is NOT what you had in mind when you requested this, anon, but all i’m ever given is a line of dialogue so i just take the story where it wants to go, u feel? i feel. regardless, i hope u all enjoy this and i hope i don’t go too overboard with this reader characterization! i do like to make my characters’ personalities show and sometimes it goes a bit overboard but o well! also i feel like draco is a bit ooc here so whoopsies *shrug emoji* he’s a happy lad rn what can i say his gf is a qt who wants to take over the world, who wouldn’t be happy about that?

163: “i’m sick of being USELESS.”

“First day back to class. First day, and we already have an essay due,” you scowl, plopping down next to your friend Ginny Weasley. “It’s bollocks, that’s what it is. I have far too much to do.”

Ginny snorts, reaching across you to grab a roll. “Like what, invent your own spells?” She pauses. “Nevermind. I forgot you actually do that.”

“Do what?” Harry asks, sitting on Ginny’s other side. He smiles at you, bidding you a brief hello.

“She invents her own spells.”

“That’s very interesting,” Harry raises his brows. “Like what? What kind of spells?”

“Well,” you bristle, clearing your throat. “The spells I am working on are very intricate and difficult. The magic is… special,” you say. “Yes, special. We will… leave it at that.”

Hermione narrows her eyes from her place directly opposite you. “What do you mean, ‘special’?”

“Well-” you begin.

Ginny interrupts you. “She’s trying to create dark magic. Her goal is create a spell so dark, it will be the fourth Unforgivable.”

“When you put it that way, you make me sound evil!” You cry.

“That’s exactly what you told me!” Ginny shoots back.

Harry and Hermione are both staring at you, slack-jawed. Ginny, who has heard your idea multiple times before, is unfazed, and simply spreads butter on her roll as you are silently mocked.

“You can’t be serious,” Hermione says finally. You scowl. Picking up your bag off the ground, you rise to your feet and step away. “Where are you going? We need to talk about this!”

“Hermione’s right,” Harry sighs. “You cannot make an Unforgivable-”

“It’s not like she’s going to succeed anyway,” Ginny snorts. She turns to you. “No offense, but you’re just… incapable. You? Making an Unforgivable? You aren’t even a good student.”

“I-” you stammer. “You - well…” Finally, you stomp your foot and point to each of them in turn. “You’ll see! I’m going to become a legacy. I will be remembered throughout time. You just wait, all of you!” You spin around to the rest of the Great Hall. Most everybody is looking at you. Not in surprise - this isn’t a surprising scene, as it usually goes a lot louder - but they’re still watching. For good measure, you shout, “All of you!”

You storm out of the Great Hall and head immediately for the library.

A few hours later, you’re still researching in the back corner. A book is open on the table before you and you’re scribbling furiously onto a roll of parchment. Somebody sits across from you; you hear the moving of the chair. Without looking up, you mutter, “What? I’m trying to do something.”

“I heard about your scene in the Great Hall.”

At the sound of your boyfriend’s voice, your head whips up. Draco is sitting across from you, frowning. He is wearing his Slytherin uniform, as usual, minus the billowy robes necessary for class.

“What, you weren’t there to witness?” You continue writing, glaring at the words. “Everybody else was.”

“I was busy.”

“Of course you were.”

Draco sighs, moving closer. He peers over your shoulder at the parchment. You let him read it, leaning to the side. When he is finished, he nods and sits back down. “It’s interesting. Why are you writing the essay today? It is due in a week. There isn’t any research you have to do on it.”

“No,” you agree, blowing on the parchment to help the ink dry. “I was researching something else. Decided to take a break and get on the essay. Honestly, ‘What goal are you aiming to achieve by the time you die?’ What is the point of writing this? This has nothing to do with DADA.”

“It is just so the professor can get to know his students, see their writing style. I am… not surprised at your goal,” Draco shifts in his seat, the corners of his mouth turning up. “You have made it very clear, ever since we met, that you aim to be the most powerful witch alive.”

“I don’t even want to be a good student, like Ginny said,” you frown. “I’m sick of being USELESS. I just want to be powerful.”

“You are not useless. Trust me, you are powerful.”

“Not enough power. I will not rest until I create the next Unforgivable. I am thinking of something really terrible. Like… bringing somebody back from the dead, but they are a zombie, and they eat people, or… maybe one that encloses something around the victim and, inside, they drown-”

Draco gently says your name.

You look up.

He’s smiling at you, which isn’t something you see often. He usually doesn’t smile. Draco is usually sneering, most of the time at your friends. ‘Some friends they are,’ you think. ‘Not even supporting me in my quest to become the most powerful dark witch of the generation.’

His hair is a little messy, but only because it’s the end of the day and he’s run his fingers through it so many times. His tie is mostly undone - if you weren’t in the library, you’d maybe think of undoing it all the way and, in the process, getting his shirt off, too, because that’s always fun. Draco is more fun with his shirt off. He turns into Shirtless Draco - a carefree, flirty Draco that you like a lot. Now, though, he’s only Slightly Better Than Normal Draco. Normal Draco is a little uptight - this is a step up.

He reaches across the table and grabs your hand. “I think you need to calm down. I wouldn’t be saying this if you weren’t getting a bit out of hand, you know this. We’ve talked about this - creating Unforgivables, especially when you’re inside of Hogwarts, is sub-optimal. Let’s focus our… ambition, per se, to more cheerful projects. You are a very bright, powerful witch. I think the wizarding world could benefit greatly from your ability when you are creating something meant to inspire, not destroy.”

He gives this a minute to sink in. When it does, you finally nod, sighing.

“I guess I got too confident,” you huff. Draco’s eyes twinkle. You see him try to hide a laugh behind his hand. “Stop laughing at me or I will ignore you and create something even worse than the killing curse, then use it on you and your entire family!”

“Sorry, sorry…” He chuckles again, shaking his head. “I just… I don’t see why you aren’t in Slytherin.”

“Ginny says it’s because I have too much nerve. She says I’m reckless,” you shrug. “I don’t see it. Now, I have to return this book to the restricted section without letting Madame Pince know that I’ve done it. Would you like to help me, or just sit there and watch?”

Draco leans back. He crosses his legs on the table and folds his hands behind his head, against the wall. “Please. I would love to see you achieve this.”

“Careful, Malfoy. Keep talking shit and you won’t be kissing anyone for a week.” At his protest, you let a smirk grow on your face. “Only joking. I couldn’t handle not kissing you for a week. Okay, now I really have to return this, or I’m in deep shit. I’ll be right back. Don’t read my notes, they’re top secret, okay?”

“Okay,” Draco calls. Despite his agreement, you hear shuffling of parchment as you walk away. You roll your eyes. You expected as much.

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owlways-and-forever · 8 years ago

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A/N: As usual, my apologies for the delay in updating this. Life has a funny way of, well, getting in the way. From this point on, events will only be written from one point of view each, though I'll still switch up the characters each chapter. Anyway, I hope you guys like this chapter!

ALSO PLEASE GO CHECK OUT THE NEW BLOG FOR THIS UNIVERSE @thosemarauderboys. You can find fancasts of the characters (including OCs) to see what I imagine them looking like, plus fun facts about them, and I’m trying to update with like, images and stuff as well.

Read the previous chapters at the links below, on ff.net, or ao3.

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11,Ch 12, Ch 13, Ch 14, Ch 15, Ch 16, Ch 17, Ch 18, Ch 19, Ch 20

Chapter 21: The First Day

September 2, 1971

Sirius woke in the morning gazing at the heavy red drapes that hung from his four poster, enclosing him. He felt a little claustrophobic with them closed around him, too used to the silver velvet ones that adorned his bed at home. Still, he pushed the feeling away, determined not to let his home life affect his time at Hogwarts. Sirius heard alarm clocks echo through the dormitory, and he stretched his arms above his head, pointing his toes and trying to stretch every inch of his body. After a few pleasant little popping sensations in his joints, Sirius swung his feet over the side of the bed, the wood floor nice and cool on his bare feet. He looked over at the bed next to him and saw that James, who had not bothered to close the curtains around his own bed, had grumpily covered his head with his pillow, groaning unhappily.

"Oi, pudding brain!" Sirius hollered at the snoozing James, picking up his own pillow and tossing it sharply at the sleeping boy's head.

"Wha?" James blinked sleepily, pushing himself up a little to look around, searching for who hit him, only to find Sirius grinning maniacally at him. "Bloody hell mate," he groaned, planting his face back into the pile of pillows on his bed now.

"Come on, you'll miss breakfast," Sirius said, bouncing on his feet as he stripped his pajamas off.

The other boys were getting ready in relative silence, and the air in the dormitory felt rather tired, but definitely excited. They were all groggy, and Sirius could tell that none of the rest of them were morning people. He strode over to his trunk, wearing no clothes at all, and started pulling his uniform out item by item. To his surprise, he found that his robes all had a Gryffindor patch on the left breast, and his grey sweaters were all lined with red and gold trim. On the bars encircling the wood burning stove in the middle of the room hung twelve Gryffindor ties, two for each of them. Sirius fingered them as the other five boys babbled happily, feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety. Running through his fingers was actual evidence that he was in Gryffindor now, concrete proof that he was different from the rest of his family, and that thrilled him, and yet he knew that it was not so easy, that his family would not take it lying down, and he dreaded their response.

"You ready?" Remus asked, though it was a bit of a silly question, since Sirius was still standing stark naked by the stove, gazing at the silk tie in his hands.

"Er, sorry, just a sec," Sirius answered, snapping out of his daze and returning to the task of getting ready for the day.

He threw his clothes on haphazardly, not really caring how he looked, and he rushed out with James and Remus, Peter trailing along hurriedly, still trying to pull his robe on. The four of them sat down at the Gryffindor table, and James immediately began piling sausage and eggs onto his plate. Sirius poured pumpkin juice for all of them and then helped himself to food, waiting to see how the day would start.

Professor McGonagall stood and walked along the Gryffindor table, distributing sheets of paper to all the students as she did. She stopped in front of the four of them and peered down her nose at them, looking very stern, but James merely continued to eat his breakfast, while Remus gazed up at her slightly apprehensively.

"Names," she stated, her eyebrow raised slightly as she waited for them to answer.

"Remus Lupin," he answered first, and she tapped the parchment in her hand before handing it to him.

"Peter Pettigrew," Peter followed, and he too was handed a slip of parchment.

"Dame Po'er," James replied thickly through a mouthful of scrambled eggs, and Professor McGonagall closed her eyes for a moment as though she were trying to muster the energy to deal with this immature child in front of her, but then she handed him his parchment too.

"And you?" she said, turning to Sirius, who had thus far been reluctant to speak up.

"Sirius Black," he answered, and though she hid her surprise well, Sirius could see its traces on her face.

"Well Mr. Black, I am very pleased to have you in my house," McGonagall concluded, handing him a piece of parchment and then moving off down the table.

Sirius stared down at the parchment in his hand, and saw a timetable scrawled across it, his name neatly in the top corner.

"Schedules, excellent," Remus said, and James gave him an incredulous look.

Before anyone could say more, however, owls swooped down from the large windows in the front of the room, dropping letters on the plates of their recipients before flying off. All four of the boys received letters in front of them, but Sirius' was the only one that was emerald green and covered with spiky silver writing. He stared at it for a moment before sliding his slightly trembling fingers beneath the flap of the envelope.

Sirius Phinneas Black,

The family is immensely disappointed in your Sorting. We had so hoped that you would join the Slytherin legacy, but as usual you have failed to live up to our expectations and your duties. Do not be deluded, however, that being in a different House changes your obligations. You will act in a manner befitting your family and your station, make no mistake, and failure to do so will result in severe punishment. And during your time spent at home, you will not distract your brother from his goals of attending Hogwarts and being Sorted into Slytherin next year. At least one of our sons will not be a disappointment to us.

Mother & Father

Sirius returned the letter to its envelope, trying desperately to suppress the rage and hurt that was coursing through him.

"Ah, excellent!" James gushed as he poured over his letter. "My mother says she and dad are so pleased, they're going to send a package along with scarves and other Gryffindor things along in a few days."

"My parents are quite excited too," Remus joined in, a wide smile gracing his face. "Mum doesn't really know what it means of course, but Dad is pleased."

"I think my mum is rather proud," Peter piped up. "Gryffindor always seems so heroic."

"Sirius?" Remus asked, looking over at him.

Sirius had turned quite pale, and a bit green. He felt as though he were going to be sick, suddenly the bangers and mash seemed like a bad idea.

"Sirius?" James echoed, and Sirius' head snapped up to look at them.

"Er, my parents aren't exactly thrilled, but who cares what they think," he answered, trying very hard to force his mouth into a smile.

"Mate…" James began, but Sirius shook his head.

"It's fine," he said. "I'm fine." He balled the letter and the hideous green envelope it came it and made a tight fist around them, crushing them tighter and tighter.

"Well, let's see what classes we have today then," Remus interjected, sensing the need to change the topic.

"Transfiguration first, that's good," James added, glancing at his schedule. "Double History of Magic though, surely that won't be fun."

"Herbology before lunch ought to be good though," Peter joined in.

Sirius smiled at them all, feeling his spirits lift as he watched them. He didn't need his family's approval, not when he had such great friends.

"Come on, I want to get a good seat," Remus implored, getting up and grabbing his bag. James and Sirius rolled their eyes at him, but Peter bounced up, seemingly just as eager as Remus, or perhaps just eager not to get left behind.

They made their way to the classroom listed, after taking a few unintended detours down the wrong corridors. By the time they made it, many of the seats were taken already, and the only group of four together was in the second row, so they took it. The students all chattered quietly until Professor McGonagall swept in, looking very austere.

"Ladies and gentlemen, your attention up front, please," she began in a commanding voice, and the whole room fell silent. "This is Transfiguration class, where you will learn the basic principles of the art. If you think that it will be easy or simple, you are sorely mistaken. My class requires focus, attention, diligence, and seriousness."

"At your service!" Sirius stood, saluting her, determined not to let a single pun involving his name go to waste. Professor McGonagall closed her eyes again, breathing deeply for a moment, as though she was only then beginning to understand the hassle she was going to face for the next seven years.

"Mr. Black, I will not tolerate this kind of idiocy in my class," she said sternly, towering over him and looking very fierce.

"Is there another kind of idiocy you would prefer?" he replied cheekily, and several people in the class tittered.

"Mr. Black, you will see me after class. And sit down." Sirius, who had still been standing at attention, dropped back into his seat. "You are all expected to behave appropriately in class, and to offer myself and each other due respect. You will complete your assignments on time and to the best of your ability. Have I made myself clear?"

Choruses of "Yes, Professor" echoed through the classroom as students took note that Professor McGonagall was not a woman to be messed with.

Sirius' punishment turned out to be 500 words on appropriate classroom behavior, which was not much in the grand scheme of things, and he dashed it off during the lunch break, no problem. The rest of the day's classes were uneventful – the History of Magic teacher had been frightfully boring, and Sirius hadn't been able to pay attention for more than two minutes before he began doodling on his notes. Herbology had been fun though, Sirius had enjoyed digging around in the dirt with James, Remus, and Peter, and had even managed to get in a little bit of a dirt fight with James without getting into too much trouble. All in all, by the end of the first day, things were beginning to look up, and Sirius wasn't quite as distressed by the letter he had received from his parents.

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((Previously on “Quest for the Quidditch Cup”...))

[The morning of the Quidditch Final was very wet. Gray storm clouds had covered the ceiling of the Great Hall, with transparent raindrops dissipating before they reached the ground. It left Carewyn feeling a distinct sense of foreboding -- one only magnified when Ben met her at the double doors and walked her over to the Gryffindor table where he’d been sitting with Charlie and Jae.

Jae had pinched a copy of Rita Skeeter’s article about the upcoming match. Carewyn at first dreaded reading what horrible way Skeeter had managed to twist what had gone down with Skye and Rath, but when she actually read the headline, she felt her anxiety give way to aggravation.

“FROM CURSEBREAKER TO CHASER -- The Ultimate Underdog Story for the Hogwarts Quidditch Cup!”

That’s right. The story, it turned out, wasn’t about Skye or the Slytherin team at all -- Rita Skeeter had instead made it all about Carewyn and her supposedly “defying all odds” to fill the shoes of the “hot-blooded and impulsive heir to the Parkin Quidditch legacy.”

Although Carewyn was sort of glad that at least this meant that Skye’s misguided belief that Rath had attacked her on purpose hadn’t made the front page, she still couldn’t help but be really steamed about the article. She’d flat-out said that she didn’t want to give Skeeter an interview and that the reporter should talk to the rest of the team instead. But Skeeter apparently had gotten what she’d wanted anyway by asking the rest of the team a lot of questions about Carewyn and whether or not they believed someone “with virtually no experience playing in a serious match” could stand up against the five-time winners of the Hogwarts Quidditch Cup. The whole article made it sound like Carewyn truly was the only person who could win Slytherin house eternal glory -- a sentiment that not only was flat-out untrue, but that also made the pressure on her shoulders feel that much heavier. Charlie had tried to cheer Carewyn up by pointing out that the Slytherin team’s comments about her had sounded positive and that she did deserve some gratitude for taking the Chaser spot at the last minute...but even he seemed to agree it was rather cold to ignore how much work everyone else had put in.

“Your team Captain’s graduating this year too, isn’t he?” he said with a deep frown. “Any decent reporter would’ve mentioned that, after saying this was Skye’s last game at school.”

The article was like a meddlesome fly at the back of Carewyn’s mind the entire time as she headed to the Quidditch tent that afternoon, keeping her eye on the gray-tinted clouds.]

At least it’s stopped raining. And really, clouds can sometimes be better than sunshine -- less chance of getting blinded when you look up...

[Fortunately when she arrived, the rest of the Slytherin team greeted her pleasantly.]

Night: “Carewyn!”

Quinn: “Hey, Carewyn!”

[Carewyn gave the two Beaters her best winning smile.]

“Hi.”

[She took out her robes from her locker and started to change next to her fellow red-haired Chaser, Cara, who was sitting on the bench and putting on her cleats. Carewyn couldn’t help but notice the scrunched-up copy of the Daily Prophet she’d put her boot on top of.

Cara, ever the discerning sort, noticed where Carewyn’s gaze was and smiled wryly.]

Cara: “I hope you’re not letting what that Skeeter woman said get to you.”

[Carewyn blinked.]

“What?”

Quinn: “That rubbish about ‘the Quidditch Cup Final resting squarely on your shoulders.’”

Night: “Yeah -- I mean, that old bat’s always been a huge drama queen. From what I gather, the only reason she’s yet to cover the Cursed Vaults is because she’d been too busy writing articles like Millicent Bagnold supposedly wearing khakis to an international press conference...”

[Carewyn’s mouth dropped open in a mixture of disbelief and utter bewilderment. The Keeper, Ashok Peri, closed his locker with a clatter, looking over his shoulder with a huge smirk.]

Ashok: “If anything, I’d say most of the pressure lies on Kaylisa. She’ll be the one trying to catch the Snitch.”

Kaylisa: “But Quinn and Night’ll be the ones protecting me from Rath -- that’s quite a bit of pressure...”

Cara: “I reckon it’s like what Orion said last night...it’ll be about working as a team, right?”

[Carewyn nodded in agreement. Hearing the team downplay Skeeter’s article so thoroughly made her feel a lot better.]

“Right. We’ll all have our part to play.”

???: “Even me?”

[Skye had entered the tent. She was no longer holding her left side but was still walking a bit precariously.

Carewyn immediately felt herself tensing up again. Had she read the article?]

Kaylisa: “Skye! You made it!”

[Skye tried to smile brightly, but she seemed a bit tense too.]

Skye: “Just because I can’t play doesn’t mean I can’t wish my team luck, right? I already said I planned on cheering you on...”

[Her eyes landed on Carewyn, and the two stared each other down for a moment. Skye’s gaze was standoffish, like a dog with its ears back baring for a fight.]

Yup, she read it.

[Carewyn’s eyes narrowed.]

“...Skye, I didn’t know Rita Skeeter changed the article.”

[Skye raised an eyebrow.]

“She asked me for an interview and I said no, so I thought she’d go back to focusing on you. I told her to talk to the team, not me.”

Skye: “(lowly) It looks like she followed your advice.”

[Night rushed to Carewyn’s defense, coming up to stand beside her.]

Night: “Skye, we didn’t know Skeeter had been planning to write about you. If we’d known, you know we would’ve said something.”

[Cara and Kaylisa nodded too.]

“(firmly) I told Skeeter flat-out that I’m just your substitute. I didn’t want any attention for this. This wasn’t even supposed to be my match: it was supposed to be yours.”

I don’t want praise for chasing someone else’s dream.

“I just want Slytherin to win. That’s all.”

[Amazingly Skye’s face had cleared of the tenseness and insecurity it’d shown long before Carewyn finished. She smiled, her eyes touched with an almost ironic dryness.]

Skye: “You really are a hero, Carewyn. You steal the spotlight so well that Skeeter woman can’t help but ignore me, even at my worst...and yet you’re still too decent of a person to let it go to your head.”

[The rest of the team relaxed. Carewyn gave a faintly uncomfortable smile, her eyes still drawn to the grass to the left of Skye’s foot.]

“(mutters) ...Why would a story crowing about how I’m the only one who can win us the Quidditch Cup go to my head?”

Who needs that sort of pressure?

Skye: “(smirking slightly) I might’ve liked it. Sometimes I wonder how we were lucky enough to grab you instead of Gryffindor, Carewyn.”

“(snorts dryly) Because I don’t just barrel in without thinking.”

[Skye laughed loudly, only to immediately regret it when pain shot through her newly mended ribcage.]

Skye: “Ow ow...fffffudge, that hurts...”

[She hissed in pain.

Carewyn gave her a faintly pitying look as she pulled on her set of spare green Quidditch robes. She’d had to adjust the fit when she first practiced in them, since they’d originally been sized for Skye’s height and weight, not hers.

At that moment Murphy wheeled into the tent. His face lit up at the sight of Skye and Carewyn.]

Murphy: “Hey, Skye! Ready for the Final, Carewyn?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

My insides feel like snakes, but well, that’s normal, isn’t it?

[Murphy looked at Night and Quinn.]

Murphy: “Are you both ready too? We’ll be counting on you out there today -- remember, if you’re over Rath’s shoulder when she tries to attack Kaylisa, we’ve got a 97.2% chance of countering the Ravenclaws’ winning strategy...”

Quinn: “Don’t worry, McNully -- we’ve got this.”

[She exchanged a look with Night and the two Beaters both smirked.]

Cara: “(with a determined smile) Hey, Carewyn...once we’re 70 points up, let’s make sure one of us stays near the center field, just in case Kaylisa sees the Snitch and we need to signal Night or Quinn.”

[Carewyn nodded in agreement, her own face much more serious.]

“Good idea.”

Murphy: “That could also give you time to stall Rath, if it’s taking Night or Quinn a while to get there.”

???: “I agree.”

[Orion entered the tent, already fully dressed in his uniform and holding his Cleansweep. He inclined his head in a single nod to his fellow Chasers, Carewyn and Cara.]

Orion: “We will need to pull out all the steps for this strategy to succeed.”

[He raised his gaze to the others.]

Orion: “Gather around the blackboard, team. It’s time for our moment of vivification.”

[The Slytherins in the tent all shuffled over to the far corner where the blackboard was set up.

Once everyone had assembled, Orion lifted the tent flap that had blown forward, shifting it aside to reveal what it had been hiding -- four Magical Creatures, lined up in a row.]

[A memory fluttered over Carewyn’s mind -- herself, in third year, heading out to the Quidditch Pitch in the hopes of scoring a tryout with the elusive Slytherin Quidditch Captain...

“Fire Crab, Flobberworm, Kneazle, Niffler...”

Orion smiled broadly seeing how Carewyn’s eyes had widened.]

Orion: “I see you remember these creatures too, Carewyn. When each of you first joined our team, I asked you to memorize these four creatures -- to take lessons from each of them, before every practice and match. Today these creatures embody the same traits we’ll need to secure our victory. We’ll need the patience of a Flobberworm resting in the earth...and yet we must be as tenacious as a Niffler in pursuit of gold. We must depend on one another with the loyalty of a Kneazle...and yet we must each burn with the fire of a Fire Crab. Patience -- tenacity -- loyalty -- and fire. They are all traits I have seen in every one of you, whether you’ve been here with me since the beginning...”

[He glanced at Skye out the side of his eye.]

Orion: “...Or you’ve returned to be with me here at the end.”

[His dark eyes landed on Carewyn, softening significantly, before he addressed his team again.]

Orion: “Let me take this time to thank you all, from the bottom of my heart. Even with how much we have won and how much we have lost, the fire in your hearts has never faltered. You’ve never lost sight of our prize. You’ve trained with patience, rather than seeking a shorter road. And above all else...you have been a loyal family to each other...and to me.”

[Some of the team looked like they wanted to cry. Skye already had bowed her head to hide the tears streaming down her face.]

Oh, Orion...the end really is coming up so soon, isn’t it? Your final match...your final chance, to achieve your dream of winning the Cup...

[Memories of Bill’s farewell party the previous year rippled over Carewyn’s mind. She felt a choking feeling forming in the back of her throat, but she fought it back fiercely, even as her eyes likewise drifted down to the ground rather than up at Orion.

Orion amazingly wasn’t crying. Instead his dark eyes shone with such overwhelming pride and softness, it made him look almost paternal.]

Orion: “It...has been an honour...one I will never forget.”

[Even though he’d held in his tears, however, Carewyn could hear his emotion shaking at the back of his soft voice. He was deeply touched by his team’s tears, even though he wasn’t crying himself.]

Orion: “(with more volume and determination) Now then...let us face our opponents with all of our fire! Let us work patiently and unified, as one whole! And let us, no matter what, not let anything stand in the way of our goal today!”

[The entire Slytherin team all burst into cheers, even as tears flooded their eyes and streaked down their faces. Soon Night, Cara, Ashok, and Kaylisa had all divebombed Orion and enveloped him in a huge group hug. Carewyn stood back, bringing a hand up to swipe at the corner of her eye as she tried to compose herself. When she raised her head, she noticed Skye wiping her own face clean of tears with both hands.

As the team dispersed, Skye approached Orion properly.]

[Carewyn looked at Orion, her red lips spread in a smile.]

“(very softly) It was wonderful, Orion.”

[Skye glanced at the four creatures with a raised eyebrow.]

Skye: “...How did you get those things over here, anyway?”

[Orion’s dark eyes twinkled mischievously.]

Orion: “Some mysteries are not meant to be solved -- ”

???: “Mr. Amari!”

[Madame Hooch had arrived-- and judging by how she looked at the flobberworm, Niffler, Kneazle, and Fire Crab, she had not approved of them being brought into the Quidditch tent.

Orion stiffened only ever-so-slightly upon being caught. Within seconds, his mouth spread into a rather large, sugarcoated kind of smile, like a cat trying to play innocent after knocking over an expensive vase.]

Orion: “These creatures are part of our team’s moment of vivification, Madame Hooch. They’ll be returned to Hagrid shortly.”

[Hooch fixed Orion with a rather beady, hawk-like look.]

Hooch: “See that they are, quickly. Neither they nor you should be here. Mr. McNully, you’re needed in the commentary box -- and Miss Parkin, I’d say you should go find a seat in the stands, before you miss anything.”

[Murphy shrugged his shoulders amusedly, and he shot Carewyn, Night, and Quinn a huge grin before wheeling himself out. Skye hesitated, glancing around at all of her teammates, Carewyn, and then finally Orion, before heading out of the tent.]

Hooch: “As for you all -- Mr. Amari, Miss O’Donnell, Miss Cromwell -- Miss Rhea, Miss Mercurenius -- Mr. Peri -- Miss Fortescue...”

((OOC: Next up...the long-anticipated Quidditch Final: Slytherin VS Ravenclaw!

Other Slytherin MC teammates referenced -- Cara O’Donnell @unfortunate-arrow, Night Rhea @nightrhea-hphm, and Sabrina “Quinn” Mercurenius @danceworshipper! If I can do anything to tweak how your characters are written, just let me know! xoxo

I was very close to having the article reveal at the pre-match party like in the game, but...well, I knew I’d have to rewrite the whole scene anyway, so it felt like it’d be better to just get a move on and get to the match quicker. The fall-out needed to be addressed, of course, but it didn’t seem logical to split material that could fit into one roleplaying post into two, particularly since in this version of events, Skye isn’t so starry-eyed about Rita Skeeter writing an article all about her and so Carewyn has no reason to feel sorry about how things turned out. Honestly all Carewyn feels is the urge to “accidentally” knock a Bludger in Rita’s direction with her broom during the match, but she’s enough of a paragon to resist that urge. No matter how much Rita would deserve it. *SNORT*))

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #roleplaying #gameplay #carewyn cromwell #rita skeeter #charlie weasley #ben copper #jae kim #skye parkin #orion amari #murphy mcnully #cara o'donnell #night rhea #sabrina mercurenius #rolanda hooch #quest for the quidditch cup

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