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bellshells · 4 years ago

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Splitting Hairs ch. 7

Hello dearies, chapter seven is here. It’s a long one again, so strap yourselves in. As always, thank you so much for taking the time to read this it means the absolute world <3

Severus x OC Summary: Sad Sev is sad tm. Minerva is brill and Valentine is honest. Warnings: Angst, mentions of unforgivable curses, bit o’ blood n that. Word Count: 3586

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It was the final week before the Christmas holidays and Severus was miserable. Now, that’s not to say that Severus being miserable around Christmastime wasn’t a common occurrence; but this year was different. Severus had all but shut off communications with everybody bar Minerva, although their visits to each other were now short and full of long silences. Severus felt like he was constantly treading water, if he were to falter slightly- he would drown. He withdrew himself from everything; Quidditch matches, meetings, his revision groups, until finally he stopped eating in the Great Hall all together; choosing instead to lock himself away in his chambers. It became so rare to see Professor Snape anywhere other than his classroom, and people knew better than to ask questions. But in truth, if anyone were to ask Severus why he was suffering so, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to give a cohesive answer. He felt the weight of the term as it constricted around his neck, what he intended it to be (a tedious bore), and what it transpired to be (anything but), were two completely different things.

He missed Valentine. He missed her with a burning intensity that he was not familiar with, yet it had become as necessary to him as breathing. From the minute he opened his eyes he felt the burning, it started in his chest and by mid-morning it had consumed his very being, it reminded him that he was still alive. That although he was hurting, he was not entirely broken because he had allowed himself to feel. He had not known exactly why it hurt so to think about Valentine, perhaps he was merely embarrassed for allowing her to bewitch him, or perhaps he was rather fond of her and felt betrayed-? Either way, he had neither sight nor sound from her since the night he had visited her chambers, and she had revealed that her father was an acquaintance of Lucius Malfoy’s. Severus winced as he recalled the conversation, she had told him she had pursued him due to boredom and Severus had wept when he had reached the safe confines of his bed. He felt stupid. He felt used, but more importantly, any ounce of sympathy he felt for Valentine had vanished. Yes, he desired her- as any man would. But, after the callous way she had treated him, he cared not for any ‘danger’ she might have found herself in. It didn’t concern him, whatever it was, and Severus was content with that.

He struggled immensely with the idea of him having a ‘purpose’. Since the Dark Lord had fallen, Severus had to ingratiate himself with his colleagues for fear of being cast out. None of them had trusted him when he had taken up his post and quite rightly too, but it had been ten years- or there abouts, and Severus was still there, trying to compel people to believe his version of the story. But surely, as Severus had thought for several years, Albus had no real need for him anymore. He could understand that, as the dust settled those first few years after what happened happened, he was a necessary evil required to bridge any gaps that surfaced on the road to a social and economic recovery for the Wizarding community. At least, that’s how Albus had worded it and Severus knew better than to challenge him. Severus had played his part in the war, and he had done what Albus had asked him to do in exchange for what Severus wanted.

Almost as if he had apparated there, Severus could feel the cool night air whip around his face as he had pleaded with, no, begged Albus to help spare the lives of Lily and her son. Albus had been indifferent he remembered, almost cold. But now he knew that you don’t get something for nothing with the Dumbledores and Albus was no exception. Did the headmaster forget what Severus had sacrificed all those years ago? Had he forgotten that Severus had been hurled toward a chasm of despair at the loss of his friend and did he just expect him to continue? Ultimately, Severus thought that Albus didn’t care one way or the other what happened to him, or anybody else, so long as they achieved what was right. Severus was just a little pawn in a big boy’s game of chess, whichever side he landed on didn’t matter. He wondered if that was why Valentine had affected as much as she did, of course there was the obvious, the searing resemblance she bared to Lily; but Severus had become almost accustomed to it now. The jolt of pain it used to cause in chest was dulled to a small ache when he looked at her. Or perhaps, it was because she was the first person in years that he felt he had a connection with, that what they shared was something special that he could proudly confirm was his.

It had been three weeks since he had seen her. He was so angry with her still, his mind scoured over every conversation they had had, every nice word she had given him and had scratched them out with a big red line. They were wrong, all wrong and all lies. Now what was left was a yearning for what they shared and an anger that fuelled him to put one foot in front of the other. He had to continue, he had to get to the end of term and get himself home. Home, whatever that meant. Spinner’s End. Cokeworth, the place where dreams go to die. He would usually stay at the castle over Christmas, but this year he didn’t have it in him. He wanted to be as far away from this place as humanly possible and for the first time in his life, his childhood home that was often filled with fear and rage, offered him a solace that he didn’t think possible.

It must have been near seven when there was a knock at the door. Severus grumbled to himself as he opened it a crack, Minerva stood anxiously on the other side, she offered him a small smile. “Severus? May I come in?” Severus grunted in agreement and opened the door wide enough for his friend to enter, he flounced into a chair and gestured for her to join him. “How are you?” Minerva asked cautiously, she tapped her foot nervously as Severus regarded her. She looked worried and Severus felt uncomfortable. “I’m well, and yourself?” He replied after a small silence, Minerva frowned slightly and sat back in her chair. “Fine, thank you.” She paused, “Would you like to accompany me to dinner this evening?” Minerva looked at him hopefully, she knew what had transpired between Severus and Valentine through a hastily written note pushed under her office door. He had requested not to talk about it after the fact, she had obliged, of course she had, but Severus knew Minerva well enough to know she had questions. He wondered whether she would have probed Valentine any further about the letter from her father. Knowing what they knew about her connection to Lucius Malfoy would be enough to arouse suspicions in anybody, but that paired with a mysterious warning from Azkaban was more than worrying. “Before you answer,” Minerva began, “Elizabeth has been on a leave of absence for the last two weeks, so she won’t be in attendance. Also, there’s a nasty flu going around, and the infirmary is fit to burst so, turnout is a bit thin.” Severus sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He shot Minerva a pained look, he was grateful for his friend, however he was also weary. But he didn’t want to cause her any more distress. “Will you sit with me?” He asked in a small voice, Minerva’s eyes glistened. She rose from her seat and pulled Severus up by his hands. “Of course I will, dear boy. I’ll be by your side.” She pulled him into her embrace tightly, “I’ve been so worried Severus.” He hugged her firmly, he scrunched his nose in order to halt the tears that threatened to escape. Minerva pulled away but held him at arm’s length and Severus smiled slightly.

When they were seated Severus could really see the effects of the flu Minerva had mentioned in full force, the long student tables were barely half full, and coughs and sneezes were in abundance. Severus flinched as yet another rumbling cough trundled toward him as students passed in front of the high table. “Well this is divine.” Severus muttered slyly to Minerva as she rolled her eyes. “Shall I conjure us a couple of plague masks?” “Your nose wouldn’t fit.” Minerva said with a smirk as Severus spluttered on his drink, a real smile emerged on his face and laugh left his chest. Minerva’s smile suddenly faltered as she gazed passed Severus to the other end of the high table, Severus followed her gaze until it ultimately settled on a dishevelled figure which sat themselves uncomfortably at the very end of the table. “Merlin, would you like to leave, Severus?” Minerva’s words felt miles away as Severus’ eyes met Valentine’s from across the expanse. The redhead looked awful, her eyes were bloodshot and were surrounded with dark circles. She had a large bruise on her cheek and her bottom lip was swollen and red with a sizeable cut. She lifted her hand to push her long hair which hung limply around her face, behind her ear and he could see her knuckles were split and bruised. “What’s happened to her?” Severus whispered to Minerva without taking his gaze from Valentine. “I don’t know, she’s been away.” Minerva sounded concerned as the pair watched Valentine struggle to pick up her goblet, she seemed to be in incredible pain. “Has she broken her hand?” Severus shrugged his shoulders and forced his gaze back to his own plate, his heart thundered in his chest. He could feel it begin to heave shallowly, and his hands gripped onto the edge of the table. Minerva squirmed in her seat; she craned her neck to get a better look at Valentine who now struggled to use her fork. “Oh, she needs to go to the infirmary. This isn’t on.” The deputy headmistress slyly stood from her seat and hurried to the other end of the table and crouched down next to Valentine. Severus watched from the corner of his eye as Minerva whispered into Valentine’s ear and the two stood and exited the Great Hall, Minerva’s hand under Valentine’s arm; guiding her carefully as they walked.

Severus contemplated his options for a moment, he didn’t feel comfortable sitting in the hall by himself so he could either return to his rooms or he could follow Valentine and Minerva. His heart ached for her, she looked like she had taken a brutal beating and Severus felt a quiet rage build in his chest. His affirmations that he didn’t care what happened to her, that she was a liar and not worthy of his time disappeared as he replayed the visions of her injuries in his mind. Whatever was happening in her life was obviously dangerous and for whatever reason she felt like she couldn’t divulge any information to him, but that didn’t alter the fact that she needed help. He stood from his place at the table and followed the same route previously taken by Minerva and Valentine.

They were already in the infirmary when Severus caught up with them, Poppy was fussing with Valentine, ushering her down to the very end of the busy ward and into a room off to the side. Minerva followed hastily, ignoring the lines of sneezing students and opening the door for the nursing mistress as she supported Valentine into the room. Severus waited a moment or two before creeping silently passed the long lines of beds full of students in various degrees of wellness and knocking on the door to the private room. He didn’t wait to be invited in, instead opening the door and slipping inside. Poppy looked over in his direction as she helped Valentine onto the bed and removed her shoes. “She’s had a nasty Cruciatus, Severus,” Minerva whispered as she sidled next to him. “She must have fallen as well.” “It looks like she’s done a lot more than fall, Minerva.” Severus muttered. They watched as Poppy sat Valentine up and tried to remove Valentine’s jacket, the young witch winced with pain as she withdrew her arms from the sleeves. Poppy lifted her shirt at the back and gasped, she looked at Severus, her face pale. “Severus, would you mind?” Poppy hastened, Severus was by her side in two quick steps and felt the bile rise in his throat as he regarded the deep lacerations painted across Valentine’s back. Severus slowly extended a finger and gently traced the outline of one of the bigger ones, Valentine whimpered at the touch and Minerva moved forward to grasp her hand. Poppy looked up at Severus worriedly, pulling Valentine’s shirt further up until it rested atop her shoulders. “What do you think, Severus? Is it-” “Sectumsempra? Yes.” He confirmed stiffly. Poppy only nodded sombrely as she produced her wand and started to chant the Vulnera Sanentur quietly, Valentine groaned, and Poppy nodded at Severus to help. He grasped Valentine’s shoulders to steady her in place as Poppy worked on closing the wounds on her back. How long had she been like this? Whomever had cast the spell, his spell had done so haphazardly, it wasn’t strong enough to cause a haemorrhage and Valentine was able to get away. He whizzed through the names of people who knew about the curse in his head, fuck there were so many. All of them vile too, who on earth had Valentine pissed off for them to do this? Not only had she’d been a victim of the Cruiciatus curse, but someone had really wished to hurt her with the curse of his own devising, you were not supposed to be able to walk away from it.

Valentine’s face was contorted with pain as Poppy tried to work as swiftly as she could. She writhed under Severus’ grip and he felt sorry for her. “Minerva,” Poppy said quietly, not looking up from her work. “I think it best to fetch the headmaster.” Minerva stood at once and left the room, she closed the door softly behind her and Severus turned his attention back to Valentine who still squirmed on the bed, tears fell her closed eyes and Severus’ heart once again ached for her. “Just try and keep still,” Severus said gently, “Nearly finished now.” Valentine didn’t respond but she nodded and took a deep breath. She seemed to relax slightly as Poppy started on the third incantation, allowing Severus to bear more of her weight by leaning into his hold. Satisfied with her work, Poppy stood back from Valentine and ran her hand over the healed skin. Still tender, Valentine flinched. “I think we’ll just pop this top in the bin, don’t you, Elizabeth?” Poppy said as she tapped Severus’ hands away and carefully lifted Valentine’s shirt over her head and over her arms. Severus’ eyes widened and he turned his back immediately. Valentine let out a weak laugh; “I think we’re passed all that, Sev.” Valentine said feebly, he turned to look at her and she offered him a tired unconvincing smile, her bruised hand covering her breasts. He returned her smile weakly and took a step toward her. She extended a hand to him and without thinking, he took it and perched on the seat next to the bed. “Good job you’re not wearing a brassiere my dear, or that could have been very fiddly.” Poppy said cheerfully as she rustled through the standing wardrobe and pulling out a hospital gown and shaking it in Valentine’s direction. Severus took the gown from the nurse as she helped Valentine stand, Poppy turned her away from Severus giving him a good look at Valentine’s back. Poppy really had done a marvellous job in closing Valentine’s wounds; but she would always have the scars. But you would never guess that they were fresh and bloody only moments ago. Poppy asked Severus to support Valentine’s arms as she unfastened Valentine’s trousers and instructed her to step out of them, which she did unsteadily. Severus presented the young with the sleeves of the gown, careful to not let his body touch hers. She pushed her arms through, and Severus pulled it over her shoulders and worked on fastening the ties at the back.

“We’ve been here before, haven’t we?” Valentine laughed softly followed by a cough. Severus couldn’t help but smile at the memory of the first night they met, zipping her dress after dealing with another of her calamities. After helping her back onto the bed and pulling the covers over her lap Poppy turned to Valentine with a smile; “I’ll be back in two ticks, just need to give one of the Weasley boys a drop of Sleeping Draught.” She made her way to the door and stopped just before she opened it, “Will you be alright with Severus, dear?” “Oh yes, I’ll be fine.” Valentine answered with a smile. “Lovely, I’ll be back to reset the bones in your hand. Won’t be nice, but you’ll thank me for it in the morning.” Poppy offered both a smile as she left, leaving the two of them in silence.

“Would you like to tell me what happened?” Severus spoke first; he brushed his hands over his trousers and placed them neatly in his lap. Valentine bit her bruised lip before she answered. “Not really.” She smiled weakly. “Please don’t feel like you have to sit with me, Severus. I understand if you’re angry with me.” “Whether I am angry or not is of no pertinence. You mustn’t be left unattended, and it seems like I am the only one here.” He said flatly. “Those wounds on your back. Who gave them to you?” “Why does it matter?” Valentine groaned and she studied her broken hand in the dim light. “It matters to me.” “Why?”

Because although he would swear otherwise, he cared for her and he wanted her to be safe. “Because you’re a good friend to Minerva, and she’ll only worry.” He said coolly, Valentine nodded sadly. A silence settled between them, and although it wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable Severus felt he should break it. “I feel like I should apologise to you, Severus.” Valentine said, startling him. He looked at her then, as she hunched over on the bed. He felt sorry for her, she looked so small and meek. A shadow of the gregarious woman he had met in the summer. “I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I would like to say it nonetheless.” Severus raised an eyebrow and waited. “I’m sorry for what I said to you. None of it was true, I said it to get a reaction from you. It was immature, and I’m sorry.” “So you admit it?” “Pardon?” “You admit it?” “Admit what?” “That you were pursing me?” “What?” “You admit that you were pursing me. And now you attest that it wasn’t due to boredom. That is, interesting.” Severus smirked. Valentine looked confusedly at him, he enjoyed it. He had power in this moment, and he relished in the energy that passed between them. Him, in control of the situation. “I have a genuine interest in you Severus, why is that a difficult concept to grasp?” She questioned as she tried to lie down on the bed. Almost as if she had forgotten, she yelped in pain as her back touched the mattress. She shot up again and Severus lurched towards her, he pulled her into his arms and tried his best to soothe her. Valentine wept as she clung to Severus with her good hand, he kissed the top of her head deeply.

“Did you try to run?” He whispered into her hair; he traced his fingers ever so lightly over her back. It was an odd place to be hit by the curse, he wondered if she had tried to escape after she had been curcio’d. Valentine nodded and sniffed pathetically. Severus felt his stomach drop, she had tried to get away and someone had hit her with his curse. “Oh darling.”

They stayed that way for a moment or two, Severus gently rocking back and forth with Valentine in his arms. He hummed quietly to himself, he remembered his mother doing this for him when he was a child. It didn’t remember it ever making him feel better, but it was worth a try. When he heard the young witch’s breathing relax he turned her face to his with a finger and thumb.

“So, you admit it.” He said gently, if he wasn’t mistaken he could have sworn Valentine rolled her eyes.

“What am I admitting to this time?” She sighed. “That you are interested in me-” “Are you twelve, Severus?” “Perhaps,” he chuckled. “But I feel it important to share that I-” he coughed, Valentine looked at him with an expectant smile. “I have an interest in you, also. So…there, yes.” He gazed into Valentine’s bloodshot green eyes and smiled.

“Kiss me.” She whispered. Severus of course, complied eagerly.

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uthseikoashx-inflamedme · 4 years ago

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What I would love to see in the next Fantastic Beasts movies

(as always, sorry for the mistakes and for my poor english, I’m not a native speaker, etc! I will continue to correct it)

If you already read other posts I wrote, you know that I’m into plans and organised texts. So here we go again.

Just to be clear:

it's neither a request, nor what I think we should or need to see, and I won't be mad if we don't have the following scenes it in the next films. (I do have an opinion on what can be interessing to include in the movies, but again, it's my opinion! just ideas, and a lot of questions without answers also, etc) (and well it’s not groundbreaking but who cares)

About Newt and his friends

About Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald

About the Summer of 1899

About the other characters

About the Wizarding Society, Muggle world, etc

Some explanations we would like to have

1. About Newt and his friends

- Newt as a selfless and intrepid hero who loves all of the magic creatures

- To be honest, all the team as dauntless and loveable heroes and heroins facing bad guys (and Jacob - who’s already the kindest and smoothest man - being also incredibly brave)

- Newt and Tina, as a couple, loving each other, fighting together, having each other back, growing stronger and more confident with each other (like they’re fighting and are in symbiosis) (in the last film obviously)

- Queenie Goldstein as a powerful witch while she explains why she joined Grindelwald’s side - because she believes Ministry is going to do nothing for her, because she believes in a brighter future without the Statute

- (At least) some clues about Nagini’s and Riddle’s meeting

- Credence’s true family? And because his past is quite tragic and he’d already gone through awful experiences, maybe his happy end?

- Theseus not knowing how to act after Leta’s death: should he follow blindly the Ministry? Trust Dumbledore, his brother and the rest of the team?

- A character eventually agreeing with some of Grindelwald’s ideas about magic things which shouldn’t be hide and stuff, but fighting against him anyway (well, most likely Queenie)

2. About Albus Dumbledore and (or) Gellert Grindelwald

- Albus Dumbledore as the charismatic, incredibly marvellous and skilled wizard he is, while people around him are impress by his aura: imagine Albus walking in the Ministry, and people who are supposed to protect the whole country are amazed, even scared: he’s stunning, blazing with power (and with cold fury, because the Ministry obviously did something stupid and Dumbledore is mad at them)

(at this point, we finally understand why he is the most powerful, skilled, prodigious, dazzling wizard of his age)¹

- Albus with colourful and amazing clothes

- Albus facing his Boggart (which is supposed to be Ariana’s corpse, but well, who knows)²

- Gellert Grindelwald facing his Boggart (what could it be?) (ok, I’m just curious here)

- The backstory of the Deluminator: why and when Albus developed this magical device? Did he always used it to have fun with light, or was it initially a more personal object? Had Albus created the Deluminator to find Gellert Grindelwald to fight him, at the end?

- A funny and arrogant (and bitter?) Dumbledore’s rejoinder, while he’s conscious of his marvellous mind and skills (like in the books)

- Dumbledore’s reaction when he discovers who is the actual Master of Elder Wand (again, i’m curious)

- Are Grindelwald’s mismatched eyes™ a sign of something important about his past, his abilities? is his hair white - and not anymore blond - because of Dark magic?

- A moment when we see how Dumbledore is able to manipulate surrounding people, including allies and friends

- A heartbreaking and breathtaking dialogue in 1945, while they fight against each other - and I wonder if - how - they are going to talk about their past, shared ambition and dreams, sentiments, guilt, regrets, etc

3. About the Summer of 1899

- To be honest, it’s mostly: Albus and Gellert as remarkable, arrogant, impish, brillant and not wise at all young wizards in a flashback of 1899

passionate discussions about the Hallows, politics, the Statute, or complex magic things

wandless magic, non-verbal spells, forbidden and dangerous rituals³

Albus’ reactions while Gellert has his visions (was he already able to control his Seer’s abilities?)

how they have fun (common sense of humour, a bit bitter and jeering one most likely?)

And thanks those very quick scenes, we understand why Albus and Gellert fell in love with each other - they both were a freedom symbol for the other in a way, all what they always desired and dreamed of - and their common ambition elevated them, made them wanted a bright and glorious future

(ok, too much to show, yes, i know)

- Also, an already dangerous and extreme Gellert and an in-denial Albus (about the Inferi army, etc)

- A glimpse of the relationship between Abelforth and Ariana, between Albus and his family, and between Gellert and Albus’ siblings

(edit: and yeah i forgot, a kiss or something - an act only did by lovers and not best friends, because there are still people believing they are friends - and their relationship is technically still not canon?)

4. About the other characters

- Adult Abelforth, loathing his brother, suffuring

- Tom Riddle at Hogwarts, possibly facing Dumbledore, or as a young charismatic awful future Dark wizard, or acting like he’s jealous of Grindelwald’s influence and like he already wants to surpass him

(it could be great to see him, at least few seconds, to build the bridge between FB and HP and most importantly to have a more detailed vision of Wizarding modern History, you know what i mean?)

- Ministry people who do not like Dumbledore because it’s funny

- A character who’s scared by the war and finally who gives up, and who runs away to try to be as far as possible from the political troubles

(it would show how war is an ordeal - I do not have the impression that the pressure and all were something so exposed in HP books, it could be great to see it?)⁴

- Minerva McGonagall, Alastor Moody, Cornelius Fudge, etc, being young - if they are already born in 1945? It’s not written anywhere so idk

- edit: I forgot Hagrid, it could be awesome to see him as a teen in the last movie during the events of the Chamber of Secrets’ first opening!

5. About the Wizarding Society, Muggle world, ect

- The consequences of Grindelwald’s actions around the wizarding world and in the Muggle world: how things are destroyed, how he influences the governments

- The influence of rich and conservative pure-blood families through the war: how several of the sacred-28 families supported Grindelwald, how they influenced the whole magic society, why their inaction killed people, how the Ministry is corrupted, why it didn’t really change, even after the end of the war⁵

- The same conservative influence but in the very heart of character’s life: how Nagini is marginalized, for example⁶

- Why not political opinions expressed by several characters, to show how politics is a delicate and intricate subject, and why neither Albus Dumbledore nor Gellert Grindelwald are all white / all black, how Grindelwald gain influence, etc

6. Some explanation we would like to have

- Why is Albus Dumbledore DADA teacher? We know he wrote articles in Transfiguration Today before graduating, so why teaching DADA? (guilt, will to help young people to not be tempted by Dark magic and power like he was, or was there simply already a Transfiguration teacher?)(should I mention it’s never said in the HP books?)

- When and why will Albus be the Transfiguration teacher? (edit: we have clues in FBtCoG because Travers says Albus is not going to be allowed to teach DADA anymore so I guess it explains it)

- How can Minerva McGonagall be at Hogwarts, already be a young woman - if I remember well, she’s not even born? Or extremely young?

- How Gellert Grindelwald summoned a phoenix - and more likely, let’s theorize, how might he summon and control Fawkes?

(because Credence can’t be a Dumbledore - or at least, can’t be directly related to Albus, Ariana, Kendra and Percival - or is he the illegitimate and secrete son of Abelforth? a cousin of Albus?

but if we consider Credence is not a Dumbledore, Gridelwald had been able to control a phoenix which is linked to thhe Dumbledores, right? is it thanks the blood pact? of because of Credence’s Obscurus? we don’t know

edit: or there is the theory about Credence being created by the philosopher’s stone I guess, so with Ariana’s Obscurial and most likely Albus’ blood)

- Why nobody knew that Grindelwald and Dumbledore met each other when they were teenagers, when Rita Skeeter published Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore in 1998?

(i’m not so angry, i’m mostly confused)

The Ministry knew Albus met Gellet Grindelwald in 1899, right? How can a that huge information be a secret during decades? Why Rita Skeeter only found it after Dumbledore’s death? Albus said they used to be “closer than brothers”: after that and because Travers doubted of Dumbledore’s true side, Albus had been restricted and watched by the Ministry during FBCoG. It should exist papers, files, archives which confirmed all of this. So why everybody forgot that Gellert and Albus knew each other when they were young?

- Or about Albus’ and Gellert’s former close relationship, didn’t Travers or Theseus understand they were lovers? Or if they understood, they - again - didn’t tell it? (Travers is not fond of Dumbledore, it could have been a scandal, why he didn’t say it?) Can all of that make any sense?

- Why isn’t the Blood Pact ever mentioned in Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore - or most likely, how everybody (Albus; Gellert; Newt and Newt’s friends; the Minstry; Grindelwald’s acolytes, etc) had succeed to hide it from the press and the whole magic society?

That’s already a lot so let’s stop here Half of it is not so deep but I’m a simple girl, I’m always here for characters’ and background’s (lore?) development I will be pleased to hear what are your own wishes also

Notes:

¹ : certainly one of the thing i would the most like to see in the next movies, which is also something very important in the FB and HP universe - i have the feeling his power, skills, etc are more an idea than a reality. (and i indeed used a thesaurus to describe him)

² : Boggarts, Albus’ Boggart, how - in Albus’ situation - it mirrors his Erised reflect and how it might show important elements about him is a subject i really want to broach, i already planned it, it may be great to talk about it i think?

³ : talking about forbidden rituals, i talked here about the Blood Pact and why i think it was illegal, Dark, etc :

Why Albus didn’t tell Ministry employees about the Blood Pact

⁴ : to be fair, there are elements which are reminders of the pressure of the war in the book, especially in OotP and DH, but the Golden Trio did not experienced the war like the common people did, and the story - even very short - of someone who was scared is something i will be pleased to discover

⁵ : well, i talked a bit about pure-blood conservative families, their power and their influence in two posts:

How can everyone find their true-love and still be in love after years in HP? (”magic-soulmates” theory and conservative society)

Why are the Weasleys poor? (eng&fr) (theories about pure-blood families, inheritance, etc)

(it’s theories, but it can explain my point of view - headcanons? - about those families and the Wizarding Society)

⁶ : again, check the two posts if you are interested!

Thanks for reading!

I again apologize for the mistakes - and there might be incorrect informations, even if I hope there are not

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alwaysandforeversnape · 6 years ago

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‘Till Death do us part

I’m finally finished! I intended to post this on 2nd May, but school got in the way. Also, I got a little carried away while writing this.

Imagine: Your husband Severus Snape has died in the Battle of Hogwarts. Little do you know that he’s watching over you in afterlife.

Warnings: Angst, it’s very very sad (I cried while writing it)

Words: 2,101

May 3, 1998 One day after the day you lost him.

You were lying in your bed that you once shared with him, sobbing into your pillow and hugging his in an attempt to create the feeling of him cuddling with you and telling you that everything's going to be okay. You sniffled and spoke softly to him in the dark and empty room.

"Sev, you did it. Harry lives, Voldemort is defeated. Everything worked out because of you. The nightmare's over. But, I miss you."

"I miss you so so much." Those words reached him and hit right home. He was watching over you in afterlife, even though Dumbledore had advised him not to. But he couldn't leave you. He had promised to take care of you and protect you, and he would fulfill his promise even after death.

Severus felt his heart tightening in his chest, watching you grieve, tears streaming down your face. You didn't even try to silence the sobs that racked through your body. He felt just as sad about the now unbearable distance between the two of you.

He had always hoped for the end of the war to have the freedom of taking you anywhere you desired to go. The secrecy of your marriage limited him in options on where to take you on dates.

During the Battle of Hogwarts, he had lost sight of you and instead of worrying he settled on looking forward to the moment, he could hold you in his arms again. Feeling your warmth and knowing he was safe.

The moment he knew everything was alright and he could be content and peaceful for the first time of his life.

The moment he could declare to the world that you were his wife.

But sadly, that moment never came.

You both were now worlds away, only connected by your mutual sadness. Severus lost himself in his thoughts while watching your grieving form.

May 14, 1998 Twelve days after the day you lost him.

The day of his funeral had you crying harder. It was the day you had to finally part and bid farewell. The day you had to come to terms with his death. But how could you do that when it felt like a part of you was missing?

You sighed, while you stood in front of the mirror and fixed your black robes, then slipped your shoes on. It was time.

The funeral was a small one. Only Severus' closest friends came, including some of his students and the Order of the Phoenix. Even though Harry had spread the word of Severus' good deeds, some were still wary of him.

It took place in Hogsmeade, the place where he was now buried, along with the other heroes who died in the Battle of Hogwarts. So, if anyone else wanted to visit his grave, they could.

With a shaky breath, you stepped forward and turned to the little crowd to give the speech you had prepared. You didn't need your notes, because you memorized all your words; because these words came straight from your heart.

"Thank you all for being here to mourn the loss of Severus Tobias Snape and celebrate the life he led. I know that some of you had differences with him, so I am all the more thankful that you are here.

As Harry already told you, Severus was on our side and did everything in his power to ensure Voldemort's downfall. And he succeeded. He led an incredibly dangerous life as a double agent and I admire his courage and strength for that.

I am honored and privileged to have had him in my life, not only as a friend but as my loving husband. He has made every day in my life brighter and always managed to turn a bad day into a good one. I couldn't have asked for a better husband." You had to take a deep breath and blink the tears away. Minerva offered you a handkerchief that you gladly accepted.

Then you continued, "Severus may have acted grumpy and sarcastic all the time, but we all know that deep down he cared. We all had lovely moments with him, memories we will hold onto forever.

We will miss you and love you always."

You said the last part while directing your gaze into the sky in hopes that he would hear you.

And little did you know, that he did.

Severus Snape was a man who did not cry often. Emotions never got the best of him, but right now he was weeping and sobbing while Albus was patting him on the back and trying to console him. Albus did not admit it, but he also cried during his funeral. He felt honored to be the only person who got buried on Hogwarts grounds.

"Let's raise our wands in honor and memory of Severus Tobias Snape, former Professor for Defence Against the Dark Arts and former Headmaster. He was an exceptional Potions Master, a skilled Occlumens and an even greater man."

With that, you raised your glowing wand and many followed. The light from your wands illuminating Hogsmeade was like a ray of hope for you. Hope for better days to come.

The light from your wands illuminating Hogsmeade gave warmth for Severus. Knowing, that finally he was loved, he was cared for and safe. He felt the love and silent prayers, emitting from the light and felt tears welling up again.

The funeral ended, and most people left after giving you words of condolence and comfort. The only people remaining were Harry, Hermione, Minerva and you.

"I believe, we need to discuss the reconstruction of Hogwarts." Minerva started and sent you an apologetic look.

You shook your head, welcoming the distraction. "No, it's fine. We have to talk about it anyways."

After your conversation that went on for too long, you gladly apparated home and collapsed onto your bed. What an exhausting day.

May 17, 1998 Fifteen days after the day you lost him.

The smell of him became unbearable. Everything was too familiar. His house, his furniture, his scent. Everything reminded you too much of him, of your loss.

In a blind rage, you pushed all the pillows on the ground while tearing the sheets from the bed. Gathering the bed sheets and blanket, you made your way to the washing machine. After opening the door, you aggressively shoved the green cloth into the washer drum, determined to wash every bit of his scent out of it.

Shutting the door with a slam, you sank to the ground, your head and back leaning on the machine. You were sitting on the ground, arms around your knees, eyes closed. You gave a satisfied sigh when the machine came to life, gurgling and rattling happily behind your back.

You didn't feel them, but Severus saw the silent tears streaming down your face.

September 1, 1999 489 days after the day you lost him

It was the day Hogwarts finally opened again. Everything returned to its usual routine. You thought it was great to see the students again and some old friends return; Neville Longbottom as the Herbology professor, Slughorn as Potions Master and Hermione Granger as a student.

While you watched the sorting ceremony in awe, you didn't notice the four concerned glances directed to you.

Minerva had asked you beforehand if you were sure about wanting to continue your job as a professor. She was quite worried about you, though you brushed it off.

As the days went on, you realized that Minerva was right to voice her concerns. And even though you pretended to be fine your friends still noticed that you were not.

Horace noticed, how your hopeful face would always fall, whenever he opened the door to his office. Severus' former office.

Hermione noticed, how she often met you leaning against a wall, your eyes far far away. Remembering the moments, you shared with Severus.

Neville noticed, how you sometimes talked to him about the flowers you planted on Severus' grave. The flowers that failed to bloom.

Minerva noticed, how frequently you would visit her office with ridiculous excuses. Of course, she knew why, because she saw the way your face lit up whenever you noticed that Severus' portrait was awake. The knowing glances she exchanged with Albus when you happily chatted with the portrait.

Severus noticed everything you did behind closed doors in your chambers.

That you were using his quill to grade papers.

That sometimes you pull out the box under your bed and gaze fondly at the pictures of you two.

That sometimes you would cuddle with his pillow to fall asleep.

He noticed all the little things you did and it broke his heart.

May 2, 2000 Two years after the day you lost him.

You were on your way to Hogsmeade to visit Severus' grave. It was already late as you declined Minerva's offer to take the day off.

Upon arriving, you noticed that you weren't the only one that remembered to honor Severus. There were many candles, their dim light illuminating Hogsmeade along with the other candles.

That's when you remembered that you saw several students sneak out. Seeing that, you smiled. There weren't many people who attended his funeral, but there were many people that remembered him. People who came here alone to thank him for all the good he did. To thank him for all the lives he saved.

When you crouched down, you noticed that not only had the flowers you planted begun to bloom but there were other flowers among them. Neville had helped you learn the Language of the Flowers so that you could choose the perfect flowers for his grave. And seeing the meaning of the flowers that laid there, you knew who had put which flower there.

Chrysanthemums - the flower symbolizing love beyond death

Carnations - the flower symbolizing friendship and loyalty.

Orchids - the flower symbolizing admiration and cleverness.

White Tulips - the flower symbolizing forgiveness.

And a single Lily.

Bonus: If you moved on.

Severus wanted you to move on, to finally let go of him. Even though it would break his heart seeing you with another man, he knew it would make you happy. And happiness was all he wanted for you.

And you did move on.

You were running a few errands in the Muggle part of the town when you bumped into him. You didn't expect to hit it off with him immediately and him inviting you on a date.

When you got home from the date that evening, you were smiling wider than Severus had ever seen you after his death. He was happy for you and hoped with all his heart, that this relationship would work out and make you happy.

Severus was wary about him being a muggle, because of his bad experiences, but he hoped that you wouldn't end up like his mother.

But you didn't.

Your relationship progressed beautifully. After months and months of dating, you could feel yourself slowly falling in love again. And it was a glorious feeling.

He had asked you if you wanted to move in with him and after much consideration you accepted. You were ready to begin a new chapter of your life and leave your old life behind you. You sent owls to your friends and hoped they would understand. You were leaving their world; the world of magic that you loved.

But it was time to say goodbye. You were standing in the living room at Spinner's End which had been your home for so long, twisting your wand in your fingers. Then, with determination, you placed your wand on the shelves, where Severus wand had always lain.

One last glance and a whispered goodbye before you opened the door and stepped out. You shut the door firmly and locked it.

Maybe you'll return one day.

"Ready?" A voice behind you asked gently, prompting you to turn around.

You nodded, there was no hint of hesitation or doubt in your eyes anymore.

Severus also saw it. He, too, didn't feel torn anymore. He knew that he and the magic world would always have a special place in your heart.

Your boyfriend now had the job to care for you and protect you. It wasn't his anymore. He wished you all the best, and a bittersweet smile found its way to his lips.

"Goodbye, (Y/N)."

And with one last glance, he turned around to join Albus for tea.

"'Till we meet again."

#severus snape x reader #severus x reader #snape x reader #severus snape angst

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throwrocksatboys · 6 years ago

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Christian Harry Potter - chapter two

Author's Note: Hello, friends! I have been getting so many lovely, thankful messages from mommies everywhere; and I just want to say-thank you all for your encouragement! However; I have also been getting several messages saying that my story is bad because Harry Potter is not just about witches; it is also about friendship and kindness and bravery. Friends: this is exactly what I have been saying! Harry Potter has many good things about it; but it still has witchcraft; so my children cannot read it. BUT that is why I am writing this! So they can have all the adventure and good morals of the Harry Potter books without all that bad stuff that is bogging it down. I mean, Matthew 3:12, am I right?! So, without further ado-on to chapter two =) "Hogwarts School of Prayer and Miracles?" Harry queried; and clasped his hands. Just at hearing that name, he felt such a sense of inner peace. He wanted to have more of that peace; and he wanted to learn how to be a good Christian-he was starting to think that peace and being a good Christian were in fact the exact same thing! "I want to go there!" Hagrid beamed widely. He had been praying so hard to save a soul today; and he was so happy to have saved the soul of such a sweet, earnest little one. The poor boy, being raised by two parents who were not Christian; and who both went to work and left him with a babysitter all day long. It was a good thing Hagrid had got here in time. Five years down the road, Harry might have been a fornicating, drug-addicted Evolutionist! "Don't be silly, Harry," Aunt Petunia commanded; and wrung her long, bony hands. "Come back inside; I will read to you about Evolution from the Dawkins. You do not need that silly religion." Harry scrunched up his innocent little face; and thought very hard. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were as close to parents as he had; and this was the only home he knew. Could he really leave? But-he was saved now. He had prayed the Sinner's Prayer. He could not stay here not anymore not with what he knew now. Suddenly, he knew what he had to do. "No, Aunt Petunia," he uttered calmly with childlike wisdom. "Evolution is not real. And I am going to Hogwarts." "No, no, Harry," Aunt Petunia screeched desperately. "I have an idea. You can have a second birthday today. You like birthdays, right?" "Birthdays are not of God," Harry verbalized knowingly; and looked at his aunt with an innocent wisdom. "You tried to corrupt me; but it did not work. But I forgive you, Aunt Petunia; because of Luke 23:34." Hagrid was amazed once again at the wisdom of little ones. He did not know if he could forgive someone who had hurt him as much as this woman had hurt little Harry. Deny him the truth? Who could be so cruel? But Harry did not even think twice about it. He forgave-just like that! Truly, Hagrid gained a new understanding of Matthew 19:14 that day. "Do not leave, Harry!" Dudley wailed childishly. "I must," Harry said; and stepped over the threshold. "Goodbye, Dursleys. I hope you are saved too one day." And with that, he and Hagrid began to walk down Private Drive. "How will we get to this school, Hagrid?" Harry queried curiously. "We will pray," Hagrid retorted knowledgeably. "How do we do that?" Harry solicited inquisitively. "Watch," Hagrid said; and then got down on his knees on the road. He motioned for Harry to get down on his knees too. Hagrid raised his hands to the heavens; and cried out in a deep, thunderous voice, "Dear Lord, take us to Hogwarts!" Harry felt himself being whisked away; and in a moment, he was sitting in the cool, damp grass outside a humongous, beautiful castle. He looked in awe at the tall towers and the gray stones. What a beautiful place! A tall, thin man with a long, pointed beard and big, wire spectacles stood in front of Harry. He was wearing a brown, tweed suit and a nice, matching hat. His shoes were made of leather and polished until they shone. He had a smile much like Hagrid's smile. So peaceful, Harry just knew he could trust him! A lovely, kindly young woman with flowing blonde hair and a pleasant, heart-shaped face stood beside this holy man. "Hello, there, little one," the man greeted amicably. "I am the Reverend Albus Dumbledore, and this is my wife, Minerva. Welcome to Hogwarts School of Prayer and Miracles!" ..... Enjoy!!!

#you're a christian harry #Christian Harry Potter

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slytherin--king-blog · 8 years ago

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Summer and World Cup (Scar Tissue - Chapter 16)

Summary: (AU) A few years ago, Draco’s life changed for the worst. Still, he could live with it, he could adapt. But when another werewolf comes in Hogwarts to teach the students, it starts to get dangerous.

Their absences and behavior towards each other raise some eyebrows and Draco is afraid that a curious mind might even end up seeing right through him.

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Pairing: Draco MalfoyxHermione Granger, Lucius MalfoyxNarcissa Black Malfoy

Characters: (it’ll be updated every time a new character appears) Werewolf!Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Dobby, unknown werewolf, the man Lucius is meeting (so much information wow), Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Minerva McGonagall, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Albus Dumbeldore, Rubeus Hagrid (mentioned), Pansy Parkinson, Buckbeak (mentioned), Madam Pince, Gregory Goyle (mentioned), Vincent Crabbe (mentioned), Neville Longbottom (mentioned), Madam Pomfrey (mentioned), Dolores Umbridge (mentioned), Fred and George Weasley (mentioned), Sirius Black (mentioned), Luna Lovegood, Sybill Trelawney (mentioned), Ginny Weasley, Percy Weasley.

Word Count: 9,496

Warnings:

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

A/N: I actually finished wrting this chapter during New Year’s Eve

I just wanted to make a simple chapter that would introduce the next year, kinda, and it ended up being the longest because I got a bit carried away with the Lucius part, which I actually wrote after everything else.

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"Are you alright Hermione? You didn't hear me when I called you," Ginny said as she walked in her friend's dorm. She had been in the common room when Hermione had arrived through the portrait hole, obviously lost in her own thoughts. She was smiling and when Ginny called her, she hadn't reacted. So, Ginny had left Ron and Harry who were playing chess to go and talk to her friend.

Startled, Hermione turned her face to look at Ginny. After a few seconds, she grinned and nodded, her cheeks going pink.

Of course she was alright. She had just spent the afternoon in the library with Draco, they had kissed for the first time and they had talked as Hermione was playing with the fingers she had been holding. Most of all, they had both felt better than they had in days. It was still hard to believe. All she knew was that Draco was sharing her feelings. Ginny might have been right for quite some time, since she had said that he was interested by her after Christmas. If only she had had the courage to talk to him before that... And at the same time, Hermione wasn't regretting anything. Because in January, Draco may not have been ready for this kind of relationship, maybe it would have been too soon for him to accept that because of his family. Because at the time, he didn't know Hermione knew. A lot of things hadn't happened, actually. But that day, there were no more secrets. Draco could be himself.

Actually, there was one secret only, a new one. Their relationship. They didn't have to talk about it to know that they couldn't tell anyone for now. It was a bit annoying, but Hermione wouldn't betray Draco this way. And she wouldn't do that to herself either. It would be horrible with the other Gryffindors, or at least with Harry and Ron. They would hate her, ignore her... Ginny wasn't like that. Ginny was excited about what was going on between them, so maybe she could tell her? Hermione needed someone in the confidence. She needed to talk about Draco, she needed to share her feelings, to say how excited she was, how different he was with her. Plus, it would be hard to lie to Ginny and just tell her that she still wasn't acting on her feelings.

Because Ginny had been asking her how it was evolving, what was going on, how she was feeling... It was one of their main subject of conversation lately. Hermione wouldn't be able to look her in the eyes and tell her that nothing had happened before seeing Ginny's disappointed expression. She wouldn't be able to look her in the eyes and fake disappointment. For Harry and Ron, it was easier because they wouldn't be asking this kind of things, she didn't have to avoid the subject.

Hermione stood up and approached the door, looking outside at the stairs before she closed it.

"You need to promise me not to tell anyone anything, once again," she articulated before she turned around to face Ginny as she leaned against the door. Amused, Ginny used a finger to draw a cross on her chest before she raised her hand.

"I promise," she said and Hermione chuckled. Silly. She was acting silly but she was so happy. Every time she was thinking about it, a weird sensation was taking possession of her stomach. She walked towards her bed again, brushing her lower lip with the tip of her fingers. "Come on, what is it?" Ginny asked, now really eager to know. She approached Hermione who turned again to look at her friend. Their eyes met but it was a few seconds before Hermione talked. She whispered, actually, like it was weird to say it out loud.

"Draco kissed me."

"WHAT?" Ginny couldn't help but exclaim. Hermione laughed again as she nodded and Ginny put her hand on her mouth as she giggled. "Tell me everything!" She said after a moment, very excited now. She joined Hermione and they both sat on her bed. Hermione was really pleased by her reaction, but she wasn't expecting less from her. Ginny had never judged her for liking Draco, or even for takling to him, not once. It's not that Ginny didn't care if Draco was mean with her family, after all, he was a Malfoy. Her own father was fist fighting with Draco's father and she wasn't saying anything. It wasn't her business, she could defend herself when she needed to. And she was supporting Hermione because even if she couldn't really understand what she might see in Draco's heart at first, she had listened to her friend and what she had to say about it, about the way he was acting.

Ron hadn't been able to shut up. When Ginny came in the common room two days before, having learned about Lupin, he had to tell her about Draco. Maybe it was because he was angry, or maybe it was because he was just annoyed, but he hadn't been able to help it. Maybe it was just to tell one person he knew wouldn't go around to tell everyone, just because he needed to let it out, to be satisfied for a minute. Never did he try to tell anyone else than his sister yet, he was probably too afraid of Hermione, but Ginny had already overheard Ron and Harry whispering about it one of the next days.

But Ginny wasn't about to say anything to anyone. She liked Lupin, she knew that being a werewolf wasn't defining who you were. Lupin was really nice, he had listened to her during the year. It had been really hard for her to come back at school after what had happened during the year before. But she had started to work even harder to become better, and Lupin had helped her in his own way to make her feel good. She had learned a lot on herself and about magic in that one short year. She knew Draco wasn't a monster because he had something like that inside of him. She knew what it was like to be possessed by something you couldn't control, by something so strong and evil that it was frightening you. She could even understand why Draco seemed to be so bitter about a lot of things.

She was able to understand Hermione and why she was refusing to believe Draco was genuinely an awful person, even before she had learnt about him being a werewolf. Hermione was always seeing the best in people, even if they were working hard to hide that part of themselves. She had been a precious friend after what had happened with the diary. Hermione had listened to her, listened to things she didn't want to talk about with her parents or with her brothers. And when Hermione had needed someone to listen to her, she had then been there for her in return. They had grown closer during the year and Ginny had a weird feeling in her chest, knowing that she was the only one to know. Was it pride? Maybe. She was glad to say the least.

Hermione didn't tell Ginny what Draco had said exactly back in the library. She knew how hard it must have been for Draco to come and talk to her about the situation. She had never met someone with so much pride. And just thinking about it, about him coming to her to try and talk about it, about him hiding his shame and trying to look confident, which he didn't quite do, as he accepted to talk to her about something he was hiding and that was tormenting him... She felt special.

"I can't believe it..."

"Me neither, trust me," Hermione said. "He wants to see me tomorrow too... I mean, we just have a few days left so..." Hermione realized that they only had very little time left in the castle and felt a bit bad. She absolutely wanted to spend as much time as she could with him. "But the thing is... Harry and Ron will wonder where I am, I can't really use the library anymore, they will think it's weird," she was mostly afraid they would use the map to know where she was and see her with Draco.

"Where does he want you to see him, then?"

"The Clock Tower. He said he'd find a way to escape his friends," she added not without giggling again.

"I'll be your alibi," Ginny said at once.

"Really? You'd do that for me?"

"Of course. We will leave together, just to be sure, then you'll go by yourself," Ginny said.

They kept talking for a while before going down in the common room, giggling together. When the boys asked them what it was about, they didn't say anything and just laughed again, sitting in an armchair and whispering.

Draco and Hermione finally understood what "time flies" meant when they ended up heading to the carriages to go back to Hogsmeade for the ride home. The last days at Hogwarts had gone by so fast, they felt like they didn't have enough time together. They hadn't even been able to get away of their own awkwardness, even if it felt more natural to hold hands at that point. At least, they were able to talk a lot, since they had done it all year already. It seemed like they couldn't run out of subjects, they just had to tell a lot to each other, now that they were able to talk freely about anything. Draco didn't have to act like he was annoyed by her and Hermione didn't have to act like she didn't exactly care about him, it was making everything way easier. And they were going to write to each other during the summer, which was a comforting thought for the both of them. Hermione was afraid that by being separated for too long, Draco might get back to his old ways of treating her, that he was going to think he had made a mistake by going out with her. And Draco didn't know why he was afraid that Hermione might forget about him during the holidays. It was silly. Still, he knew that this fear was stuck in his head. Maybe it was simply because it was the first time he was going out with someone? He had never felt this way, it was thrilling but scary. Also, he didn't know how Hermione was doing to be able to spend so much time alone, the trio was usually inseparable but apparently, she had her ways to get to the Clock Tower to spend most of her time with him. Also, they were glancing at each other a lot in the Great Hall during the feasts, they couldn't help it. They were trying to not be too obvious but they couldn't help themselves.

Draco did everything he could to be close to her before going in the Hogwarts Express, they were walking just behind the trio. Still, he didn't know if he wanted to mock Potter just to make them look because he wanted to see Hermione's face. He was still very uncomfortable about what had happened and was spending the time he wasn't with Hermione avoiding Harry and the Weasel. Even Pansy hadn't said anything to them. In a way, Draco was glad Goyle actually mocked them loud enough for them to hear, even if he was frustrated to hear him talk about Hermione. He gritted his teeth but ended up smirking when he met Harry's eyes. He had to keep up appearances anyway or his friends would know something was different, even if they were quite stupid.

Draco knew Harry had actually helped him in the Forest, but he was only grateful to Hermione, really. Plus, they had promised so they wouldn't say anything, right? So, he played Goyle's game and just mocked Harry before he glanced at Hermione who didn't look as annoyed as usual. After all, she hadn't asked Draco to be softer with Harry and Ron. Firstly, it would have been too obvious, secondly, Draco would have probably never accepted and thirdly... Well, she didn't mind because she knew Harry and Ron wouldn't change, they didn't have any reason too. She was actually afraid it would get worse. It wasn't her business as long as they weren't going too far.

They parted ways once the trio had found a compartment. Hermione had been careful to climb in the train after her friends and Draco before his. Their hands briefly met before she walked in her compartment, hidden between their bodies and Draco just went to find one for him and his friends, repressing a smile. It would be the last physical contact they would have before seeing each other again after two months apart. What a great start for a relationship. Draco insulted himself. He should have talked to her before... But he didn't think that she knew about him at the time, it wouldn't have been easy. It would have been horrible, he would have never dared, too afraid she would reject him once knowing the truth. He was too proud to risk it. In his mind, he hadn't really had a choice. At least, she knew everything, and he had spend three of the best days of that school year with her.

He took his cold expression again when he opened the door where two first years Hufflepuff students were already. When he and his friends had chased them, he sat down, relieved as he sighed, looking out the window. It was only a few minutes after, when Pansy who was sitting next to him pressed his arm to make him notice they were talking to him, that he paid attention to what Crabbe was saying.

After the long journey, he got off the train, accompanied by Pansy. He was laughing with her when, looking up, he saw his parents waiting for him. He smiled before he said goodbye to Pansy, hugging her before she went to join her own parents. Draco walked quickly towards his and Narcissa hugged him, as always. Draco himself and his parents weren't displaying a lot of their affection in public, it was always by simple gestures, but his mother was always hugging him whenever he was coming back for the summer. He hugged her back, closing his eyes for a second as he smelled her perfume. Even that he had missed. When they broke the hug, Draco looked at his father. Ha, he wanted to hug him too, but he wouldn't.

"This was waiting for you at home, it arrived yesterday," Narcissa said and Draco looked at her again as she showed him the envelope she had in her hand. His name was written on it and Draco smirked. He didn't know he had get so used to so many things Lupin was doing during the year, but he recognized his handwriting. Draco felt joy in his stomach and he took the letter before he noticed that his father's eyes were drifting behind him. Draco looked over his shoulder only to see Harry, Ron and Hermione getting off the train. Like she knew, Hermione turned her head only to meet Draco's eyes. She didn't smile, though, seeing his father just behind him. She went to take her trunk with her friends and Draco felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Let's go home," Lucius said and Draco smirked, glancing one last time at Hermione's back. He turned around and started to walk with his parents, his father's hand going from his shoulder to his back for a moment, his own way of greeting him home in the middle of the station.

"We don't have much time, Honey, I want you to get ready when we get back, Severus comes for dinner," Narcissa told her son as she put her gloves back on. Right. Draco had forgot that Snape was always coming for dinner on the last day of school. It was a way of thanking him for the help he was providing the family. And at the same time, it was more out of habit. Draco knew he would come over a few other times during the holidays. To see his father, or just because, oddly enough, his mother seemed to fancy drinking tea with him. And as usual, Draco would have to be present every time. Usually, he wasn't annoyed at all by that, but he still didn't want to see Snape. Or talk to him, simply.

But when they got back, he did as his mother had asked and he got ready for the evening after he had read carefully Lupin's letter. Glad to read that he was doing fine, he got dressed before he took some more time to write back.

The letter had been short, Lupin had seemed more concerned to know how Draco was doing than anything else, he had just written a few lines. Draco didn't even know how to call him exactly. Not professor anymore, that was for sure. Still, he couldn't bring himself to call him Remus. He skipped this inconvenience and wrote that he was doing better. That his wounds were healing really well and pretty quickly, that it wasn't hurting so much anymore. Well, his arm was still hurting him, because of the bite on his shoulder, but the other injuries were less painful already. Draco also wrote that he was right, that it wouldn't be the end of the world and that he was quite ashamed to have been so childish, crying about all of that. He felt like he had to explain himself, because he was really ashamed. He had lost it without wanting it. Too much anger, too much sadness and so little sleep, it had just been really nerve-racking. But he was fine, now. Especially since Lupin had directly written to him.

In the end of his letter, he couldn't help but ask about Lupin's situation, if he would be able to find another job. Then, he only put "Lupin" on the envelope, and gave it to his owl. When it would come back, he would write to Hermione. She had told him that she didn't have an owl outside Hogwarts, so she couldn't directly write to him, he had to begin. He just hoped Lupin wasn't too far away.

When he got downstairs, Snape was already there, talking with his mother and father, sitting on an armchair. He had to join them and he sat on the sofa near his mother, taking his own cup of tea and not even glancing at Snape. Lucius, who was sitting on another armchair, directly noticed that Draco seemed a bit tense but said nothing, he just glanced at him from time to time.

It wasn't the first time Draco was mad at Severus, even if the last time it had happened, Draco had been a kid. Still, Lucius could tell. Draco wasn't joining in the conversation, he wasn't looking at Severus, he was instead staring at his tea, not even at his parents. Draco had seemed to be in a really good mood when he had got off the train, he just seemed to feel better. Lucius could remember how Draco was acting during Easter and his son had worried him. He just thought that if he had to complain about something, he would have done so already. But seeing his behavior with Severus, Lucius wasn't so sure anymore. He narrowed his eyes as he glanced at Severus but he didn't do anything. He would have time to talk with Draco later.

He also saw Draco's eye twitching when Narcissa mentioned his low grades to Severus. Draco glanced at his father and was surprised to see him staring at him. He didn't seem angry about his grades at that moment, he could even detect an ounce of curiosity in his eyes.

"He had been a bit distracted this year, that is true," Snape said coolly before he sipped his tea. "But I am sure things will be different next year."

Draco couldn't help but wrinkle his nose as he stopped looking at his father.

"Only if he doesn't get too distracted by the tournament," Lucius said, putting his cup on the little table in front of the sofa. Draco turned his head to look at him again, showing for the first time some interest in the conversation.

"What tournament?" He couldn't help but ask. Lucius knew it would change Draco's mood immediately.

"The Triwizard Tournament, of course," he said in an offhand manner.

"Are you serious?" Draco asked, looking like he was about to get up. But he didn't, he just looked at his mother, his eyebrows raised before he looked at his father again. This one nodded, still looking very relaxed before he finally glanced at his son.

"Do I look like I am joking, Draco?" Still, Draco laughed a little. He had been right thinking the next year would be better than this one. "But, obviously, you will abstain yourself from talking about it to your friends before the end of the holidays," Lucius added and Draco nodded, still smiling.

"There's something more," Narcissa said as she looked at her son, sipping her tea. As Draco turned his head to look at his mother, he met Snape's eyes for a brief instant. This one had his lips curled up, but he wasn't displaying any kind of good mood. It was his usual cold smile and Draco looked away.

"What is it?" Draco asked, eager to know right away.

"Really, Cissa, right now? He's already so excited, he's not going to sleep tonight," Lucius said. Narcissa gave him a little smile and Draco frowned, looking at his father.

"Hey, I'm not a kid anymore, I can manage!" He said, actually sounding very childish. Lucius' lips curled up as he took his wand out of his cane, barely waving it. Something came at them to go in Lucius' hand. He handed it to Draco.

Draco took the tickets directly, almost spilling his tea.

"You got places for the World Cup?" He asked his father. And really great places too.

"You sound surprised," Lucius said as he leaned on his seat again. Draco chuckled and shook a bit his head. "Of course I got some, I understood you really wanted to go."

"So, what is it with you and Severus?" Lucius asked as he stopped at Draco's door, which was opened. Draco was almost ready to go have a great night of sleep and was already in his pajamas. Snape had left almost an hour before and he had gone in his room after having spent some time with his parents. He faced his father.

"What do you mean?" He asked before he walked towards his bedside table, removing his ring and putting it on the book he was currently reading. On it was already his ticket for the World Cup, he couldn't wait.

"I mean you being mad at him," Lucius said as he walked in his son's huge room.

"I'm not mad at him," Draco said, staring at the ring for a few seconds before he sat on his bed. Lucius considered him for a moment before he glanced at his right arm. Draco being in a black t-shirt, the scars on his forearm were visible and he could also see the bandage on his shoulder, showing that this injury was way more recent than the other one. Lucius looked down for a second. He had learnt to be "fine" with Draco's condition. At least, he had learnt to live with it, knowing it was most horrible for his son anyway. But knowing that he was hurting himself, that he was suffering every months, that he was struggling because of the situation... And that it was because of him, Lucius couldn't accept it, he had never been able to. It didn't matter if Draco had told him it would be fine from all of his ten years of age, because Lucius knew that he wasn't fine. And knowing that his son wasn't fine was the worst. Draco was the most precious thing he had in his life, with his wife. They were above everything.

When Narcissa had given birth to Draco, Lucius had cried. When he had held Draco for the first time in his arms, a bit clumsily but very carefully, he had promised himself he would make this little guy the most happiest boy on earth. When Draco had gripped his finger for the first time, his heart had exploded in his chest and when Draco had smiled at him for the first time, Lucius hadn't been able to know if he would be able to find something more reassuring in his life. And knowing that he had ruined his life...

He sat down next to his son.

"The last time you were mad at him, you were... Seven?" Lucius said, looking up for a second, trying to remember exactly when it was. A little smile slowly appeared on his face. "Yes. Almost eight, actually. You didn't want to stop pulling his robes," Lucius said, still a bit amused when he was thinking about Draco's face when Severus had told him to stop for the umpteenth time. But that had been the last one, because he had actually scared Draco. He knew how to do that, Severus. And even if it gave everyone a good laugh, Draco had been so mad at him that he had ignored him for the rest of the day, like he had done during the whole evening. But as a kid, he had also been pouting most of the time and glaring at him in a very non-intimidating way when Severus was mentioning him. Even if Draco had certainly grown up, he was still obvious when annoyed by someone. "Trust me, I remember how you were acting. I know when you're mad at him. So, what is it?"

"Why don't you ask the betrayer you call a friend?" Draco asked, annoyed again. He didn't look at his father, he even turned his head to stare at the wall behind his huge bed as he sighed heavily. Lucius narrowed his eyes and after a short second of hesitation, he raised his hand to place it on the back of Draco's neck. Draco took a deep breath and he tilted a bit his head, finally slowly turning it to glance at his father. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Alright," Lucius simply said. Draco raised his eyebrows as he met his father eyes. "But you will still have to deal with him this summer. And at school next year. And the year after. And-"

"I get it," Draco said quietly before he looked in front of him. He knew what his father wanted him to understand. Maybe he needed to face the problem, or at least talk about it, find a solution. But he couldn't tell his father about Lupin, could he? He knew he could trust his father, but the situation was... too special. If he was telling his father about what had happened, he knew how it would sound like. Like it was, really; Snape had so wanted to get rid of Lupin that he hadn't cared if the students were finding out for Draco at the same time. When he felt Lucius removing his hand from his neck, Draco directly muttered, "He's selfish..."

Lucius stared at him for a second before he looked away, thinking. He didn't touch Draco again, though.

"Aren't we all?”

They both stayed silent for a whole minute, Draco staring at the opened door and Lucius looking around the room without moving his head. Draco had always kept his room simple. Well, it was huge and clearly luxurious but you couldn't really tell what Draco's hobbies were by looking at it. He was very organized, he had learnt to be so when he was younger. On his desk were some books he had never wanted to add to the library. It was some he had bought himself, about his interests. About creatures, mainly. But they were forming a neat pile on the furniture, near his quill and three rolls of parchment.

"Why is there so many rules against us?" Draco finally asked, looking down. Lucius understood directly what his son had meant by "us". He also knew about the new legislation, of course, he was the one who had told Draco about it. He couldn't just say to Draco that it was because people thought they were all dangerous. Because Draco knew it already. Because Draco knew that they were dangerous when they didn't have the same treatment and environment as he had. And even with that kind of life, they were too unpredictable. The one that had attacked Draco was like him, sort of. Good family, he was locked for every cycle and had the potion. And still, he had been a real danger for Draco's life.

Lucius stared at his son for a few seconds before Draco looked at him too. "Why am I still here?"

Again, he felt Lucius' hand on his neck, but a bit higher. He felt his father's fingers in his hair and enjoyed the contact without showing it. It was making him feel safer, like every time his father was touching him. He knew he would always be there to protect him. He had had the same feeling with Lupin in the hospital, when this one had touched his neck to comfort him. Draco had had plenty of physical affection when he was younger, maybe that's why he was seeking physical contacts whenever he was afraid or distressed. He was used to his father or his mother keeping him in their arms when the night was too difficult, when he couldn't stop crying and that he couldn't stop shaking. Lupin had understood that, Draco was sure of it. That's why he had caressed his neck, that's why he had hugged him to make him calm down. Draco felt like an animal Lupin had been able to tame, but he didn't really care, because he knew Lupin was genuine.

"You know exactly why you are still here," Lucius said.

"Because you need an heir?" Draco muttered. Even though Lucius didn't break the physical contact between them, he looked at his son like he had been slightly offended. He narrowed his eyes.

"I will need to talk to your mother if she keeps thinking you've got her brains," he said quietly. Draco didn't really react, he just kept staring at his father for a few seconds.

"Then, why? I don't get it."

"What don't you get?" Lucius asked. He thought it was obvious. How could Draco doubt they loved him enough to disregard their beliefs when it came to him?

"You still believe in all of this, right? You still want me to marry a pureblood and..." Draco looked down for a second. He wasn't actually scared to talk about it, and at the same time... he was petrified. "Whatever we do, it will not change what I am. It's not the same, you know it, right? You know I'm not like you or like mom," he said. He wasn't saying "mom" a lot. Almost never, actually. He had stopped calling her "mommy" when he had started to grow up. When he was using this word, it was often when he was experiencing some kind of distress and Lucius knew that.

"What's your point?" Lucius asked, wanting his son to get the words out.

"It... It makes no sense..."

There was another moment of silence. Lucius used it to look at his son's face carefully. He had changed during one year. He was used to see his son really tired, but there was something more this time. The more Draco was growing up and the more he was asking questions about this kind of things, which Lucius and Narcissa could easily understand. But not easily answer. Like Draco had said, it didn't make any sense. They could disregard their beliefs for him, and at the same time, they couldn't get the idea of him marrying a pureblood out of their mind, because it was what was supposed to happen. And there was no doubt in Lucius' mind that Draco was doubting those beliefs. After all, why would he believe all of that, when that was one of the reason people like his parents were hating werewolves? Even simple wizards were very uncomfortable with them. His family wasn't supposed to accept him because of that.

Lucius could understand. But not really accept him marrying someone not worthy of the Malfoy's name. He also knew that it didn't make any sense because if they were still thinking that anyone who wasn't a pureblood was disgusting, deep down, they ought to think Draco was disgusting, even if they were saying that they loved him. Hence the fact that Draco thought he was just there because they didn't have any other kid.

"You don't believe in our blood anymore?" Lucius asked, rather calmly. Draco looked down for a second, trying to find the right words, before he met his father's eyes again.

"It's not really my blood anymore, is it?" he finally said with difficulty. His voice had sounded a bit strangled. Lucius didn't really look disappointed, he just sighed. He didn't look angry either. He had the same curious look as he had had earlier that evening and Draco didn't dare speak another word. In the end, and after long seconds that seemed to last forever, Lucius simply nodded. He could see where his son was coming from. He wasn't expecting less from a boy like Draco.

He had always seen him stuck in his own head, his mind always working. He was always thinking about everything, worrying about things he shouldn't worry about. No, he wasn't expecting less from him. But he never thought they would have this conversation that soon.

He knew what Draco had meant with this simple sentence. That he wasn't pure like the rest of his family. That whatever they might do, even make him marry a pureblood, they knew that he wasn't pure. It would never make him pure again. Narcissa, Draco and him would always know that it was only some kind of masquerade. And no pureblood worthy of the name would actually consider marrying Draco, arranged marriage or not, because it would make them traitors. And then, the word would be out, they would all know. Lucius knew that if they had to be honest with themselves, they were already blood-traitors, in a way. They were just pretending. They wanted to keep their privileges and they wanted their son to have them, they wanted their son to have the life they had always had, the life he had always deserved to have. Lucius always knew that. Narcissa always knew that. They just avoided talking about it with Draco, even if they had talked about it with each other more than once.

Narcissa had also talked about what Draco had said during the Easter holidays. And now, he seemed to be thinking about that even more than before. And like her, Lucius had said that it wasn't like he had to marry someone right away. That he wasn't even dating anyone yet. That they could at least pretend a little longer. They kind of knew how it would turn out, in the end.

It was inevitable.

But they just wanted him to enjoy their position until he would really think about getting married. Before he would really fall in love.

Lucius was about to talk when he heard footsteps and he glanced towards the door before meeting his son's eyes again. Draco gave him a very shy smile, visibly embarrassed and Lucius felt the urge to tell him that he wasn't mad at him, but he didn't. He just let his hand rest on the back of his neck again, pressed it softly and looked at Narcissa as she walked in the room, removing her earrings.

"Are you boys alright?" She asked as she saw her husband and son. Again, Draco only smiled shyly, at her this time, and Lucius slowly nodded before he glanced at his son again.

"Of course we are," he said calmly before he stood up, Draco quickly looking at him.

"I see," Narcissa said as she walked towards her son. "I wanted to say good night."

Draco smiled at her, more genuinely this time, as she leaned to kiss his forehead. Draco couldn't help but softly grip her wrists as he closed his eyes. Narcissa felt Lucius' hand on her back and she straightened up again, smiling at her son.

"Good night," Draco said quietly before he glanced at his father.

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"Draco! It's time to go!" He heard his mother call from the Manor. Even if she was far away, he heard her perfectly at this time of the month. He got out of his reverie, blinking before he looked behind him. It was time to go to the World Cup. He looked at the creature at his feet and gave him a few more caresses before he finally got up and hurried towards the Manor. He heard the steps of the Curp behind him and he stopped running. He turned around as he chuckled and he kept walking backwards as he looked at the dog-like creature which was jumping happily behind him.

"You cannot come there, mate, Mother is not going to appreciate. Go," he said, waving his hand to tell it to go away. The Curp seemed to understand and it stopped, raising its ears like it was listening carefully. "Go on," Draco said as he waved again. The Curp didn't go away but it didn't follow Draco either. He had started to run towards his house again and walked only when he arrived near the opened French window. He walked in with the same little smile he had had on his face most of the time during that summer, which was kind of a change.

His mother had noticed as soon as he had got off the Hogwarts Express with Pansy before reaching Lucius and her. He just looked like he was feeling good, not like he had looked during the Easter holidays. Still, she had noticed he wasn't using one of his arm much and she wondered if something else, something bad, had happened. When she had asked if he had hurt himself, he had mumbled something about Quidditch but she wondered if that was it. Draco was really uncomfortable when it came to talk about his transformations but she also knew that he was a danger not only for the others, but for himself too during those nights. But Draco knew that if he wanted to talk to her, he could. He had done it in the past and he would do it if he had too. With this thought, Narcissa had left her boy alone with his secrets, knowing that growing up, he probably needed some privacy. And she didn't want him to stop smiling by talking about things that might annoy him, so she just didn't.

"What were you doing? You know we have to go," Narcissa said as she put her cloak on, not on a reproachful tone though. Draco smirked as he approached.

"Nothing, just walking, breathing the fresh air," he said, walking past his mother to go towards the big front doors. She was following him, the sound her high heels made at every steps resonating in the hallway. She narrowed her eyes for less than a second.

"Were you with that Crup again?" She asked and Draco smiled a bit more.

"It's not my fault if he keeps coming back," he said innocently. Narcissa let out a really small sigh. It wasn't annoyance, more like despair mixed with amusement. She knew what Draco had in mind and she knew that if he wasn't asking directly, it was because playing his little game was entertaining him.

"It wouldn't come back if you hadn't fed it all summer," she said. Draco shrugged.

"Or maybe he just likes the manor, you know. Why can't we take him in? I'll look after him."

And here he was. Narcissa shook her head. What was she going to do with this boy?

"Let me remind you that you are away during the year. I am going to have to look after it," she said, not really annoyed, as she stopped near her son. They just had to wait for Lucius and they could Apparate nearby the campsite.

Draco had had this conversation with his mother three times already during that summer, even if until there, he had never actually expressed his wish of adopting the creature. She wasn't one to say no to her son, never. Lucius and her had always spoiled Draco, had always said yes to everything and she knew this time wouldn't be different. Still, she thought it might be a bit useless to get him the Crup. He couldn't take it at school so he wouldn't really be able to take care of it. Still, she had almost proposed to take it in herself when she had seen the glow in Draco's eyes when he had come back in the Manor talking about this adorable puppy he had seen outside. Then, he got out pretty quickly to go give it something to eat, hoping it was still there. He had been in a good mood for the rest of the day, even after it left. Draco liked magical creatures.

No, Draco loved magical creatures. She hadn't been surprised when she learned he had chosen Care of Magical Creatures for his third year, along with another class. Hence, she hadn't been surprised to see him check out the window if he wasn't seeing something move outside. She hadn't been surprised to hear an excited "Look! It came back!" the second time the little Crup had been in the huge garden. And since it came back again, and that Draco was feeding it every time to make sure it would want to come back, her son had started to drop hints of how nice it would be to have it in their home. Lucius had grimaced and ignored him not to enter in the conversation at first, focusing on staring at his newspaper and leaving Narcissa to deal with Draco all by herself. She had put her cup of tea on the table and tried to talk Draco out of it. He acted like he hadn't asked anything before he left the room in a hurry, a quill in his hand and some parchments in the other. As soon as he had left, Narcissa had looked at her husband like she was about to reprimand him but she didn't. She saw the amusement in his eyes and she couldn't. Those boys were going to drive her mad. She had shaken her head and Lucius had told her that Draco might get over it after a week or two and that if he wasn't getting over it, he would see what he could do to get a license. Then, he had pressed her hand before drinking his own tea. Again, they would say yes. They would always say yes.

Draco deserved the world.

"Well, I only see the peacocks during the holidays and I don't see anyone complaining," Draco said as he shrugged again before he crossed his arms. Narcissa considered him for a moment before she pinched the bridge of her nose. The Malfoys men and their animals were really something.

"Yes, well... They are your father," she said and Draco couldn't help but snort. "Besides, those are just animals. You're asking me to take care of a Beast. You need a license."

"I'm just saying. It's really young and alone. It's not supposed to walk around alone, it's supposed to have a family," Draco said, trying to look as innocent as he was trying to sound. His mother didn't fall for it and sighed. "Father can get the license easily."

"Draco, please," Narcissa said and Draco smiled. She took a deep breath. She hated having to say no to Draco, that's why she was never refusing anything. His face looked too good when she was saying yes.

The glow in his eyes was too beautiful when she was accepting whatever he was asking for. It was reminding her of those moments they were spending together when he was younger. Sure, they were still doing things together, and Draco was still very affectionate, but he didn't need anyone to push the swing anymore. He actually wasn't using the swing anymore. But she had always loved going on those walks with him, watching him run around and laugh before seeing him coming back to take her hand and make her walk a bit faster, looking at her with those brilliant grey eyes he had. They didn't have that same glow since he had been attacked, but during those moments, she could swear nothing around them was existing. She was meeting his eyes and she could only hear his laugh, his voice, she could only feel the both of them. And she was feeling more proud than ever, because she knew her little boy was as happy as Lucius and her wanted him to be.

She looked behind Draco as she saw Lucius arriving, the man she loved as much as she loved Draco. She met her son's eyes again and slightly smiled.

"Look, I already talked with your father about the license, actually," she said. And seeing Draco's expression, she hurried to add, "But only-! Only if you do better at school than last year. Do I need to remind you about your grades?" Draco grimaced, even if they both knew it wasn't really a condition, he had won anyway.

"No, you don't," he said as he hid his hands in his pockets, a bit annoyed as he looked away.

Finally, she had been able to stop the conversation. Plus, even if she had upset Draco with this remark, she soon saw him smile at her again.

"Let's go now," she said when Lucius had reached them. She felt his hand on her back and she looked at him. Then, she felt Draco's tight grip on her arm and they all Disapparated. He was so excited. The only thing that was annoying him that year was that he would probably not play Quidditch during school. And at the same time, it wasn't so bad, he still hadn't figured out how he would change in front of his teammates.

Now, he just needed to wait for Hermione. In the miniature palace they were using as a tent, Draco was thinking about it all, laying on the bed he would use. He absolutely needed to see her, it had been too long. They had been writing to each other all summer long, of course, but they hadn't been able to see each other. They knew it would happen but they were both bitter about it. Officially, they had been going out for two months, now, but had only spent three days together. It was infuriating for Draco. But he kept thinking that it was alright, because that very day, the 25th of August, was their two months anniversary, and this time they would be able to see each other. At least, he hoped so.

They hadn't been able to talk during a few days already. Hermione had said that she was invited to the Quidditch World Cup by the Weasleys and since she would go there at least the day before, they shouldn't send each other letters anymore during the last week before school or Ron might recognize Draco's owl. He had been really bothered by the fact that she was going to spend the rest of the summer there. Not that he was jealous or anything, it was just some kind of disgust when he was thinking about this family, he couldn't help it. Fine, maybe he was also a bit jealous that they got to spend time with her when he couldn't, but he could live with it, he guessed. And at the same time, knowing that made him happy because he knew he would at least see her at the World Cup, maybe even be able to talk to her, if he was lucky enough.

So, he had answered to her letter for the last time, including a long and white feather in the envelope. He hadn't explained why in the letter, she would understand the meaning later, once at the World Cup. As soon as Hermione had received the letter, and even if she couldn't understand why he had sent this feather, she had found herself taking it with her at the Weasleys. She had packed everything for Hogwarts and had put the feather in her bag, carefully not to damage it, before leaving her place.

Once Harry, the Weasleys and her had arrived at the World cup, though, she understood. She understood because she was staring at all those tents and she noticed it. She noticed the little palace, she noticed the white peacocks in front of it. She understood that it was the Malfoys' tent. Her heart was beating fast, knowing that he might be only a few feet away from her, inside that tent.

When they got out of their own tent, later, Hermione couldn't help but glance to see if she wasn't seeing Draco anywhere. That's only after walking around for some time with Ginny that she saw him coming out of his tent. He seemed taller than the year before and Hermione stopped, catching Ginny's attention. When she looked at Draco too, the redhead grinned and took her friend by the arm.

"Come on, it's fine, act natural, wait for him to see you," she said, shaking her head as they walked not too far from his tent. Draco had stopped outside, apparently looking around. He spotted the girls after a few seconds. Apparently, Ginny was talking with Hermione but she wasn't paying too much attention, she couldn't help but glance at Draco. Their eyes met and Draco really wanted to walk towards them and kiss Hermione. Instead, after they had stupidly looked at each other for a moment, Draco walked away. He walked towards the woods, hands in his pockets. He walked away from everyone and hoped Hermione would follow. That's only after a few minutes that Ginny let Hermione go, not wanting her to be too obvious. The others knew that they were visiting the campsite together, so they wouldn't wonder where Hermione was as long as they didn't find Ginny, but Hermione still had to be very careful.

"Draco?" Hermione called quietly as she walked between the trees. He didn't answer. She looked around and kept walking, crossing her arms. "Draco?" She called again, barely louder. She walked past the tree Draco was hiding behind and the boy walked around it, ending up behind Hermione.

"You called?" He asked with a little smile. He almost fell when Hermione turned around and threw herself in his arms. He laughed, hugging her back, closing his eyes and resting his head against hers.

It took them longer than they thought to finally break apart. But Draco directly hold her hands, smiling at her. It was so weird, they were still so awkward. Hermione, beaming, grinned at her boyfriend.

"I missed you," she let out quietly and Draco tried to stop himself from grinning before he leaned to kiss her softly, holding her hands tighter.

"I missed you too," he whispered after breaking the kiss, looking at her again. She was so pretty, he could stare at her all day long. "And... Well, happy anniversary, by the way," he said. Was it stupid? Did he have to wish this kind of anniversary? He didn't even know, but the date had been stuck in his head for a long time. And when he heard Hermione giggling, he couldn't help but smile.

"It's so unfair we didn't get to spend any time together this summer..." She said. Draco tilted his head.

"I think it was to prepare you for what will come next," Draco said, freeing one of her hand as he sat on the ground, resting his back against the tree. Hermione immediately joined him, still holding his other hand.

"What do you mean?" She asked, frowning a little.

"You have an entire school year of Draco Malfoy waiting for you, starting in five days, I mean..."

"You're right, I need to be prepared," Hermione laughed before she shook her head.

"Right you are," Draco said with a smirk before Hermione leaned to kiss him briefly again. She really had missed him. He looked tired, she knew the cycle would happen three days after but she was glad he was able to watch the final. She was happy that he was there and that they were able to spend some time together, even if it was for only a few minutes, probably not more.

And she was right, they didn't stay there for too long, but long enough to talk a bit more, to exchange some kisses and hold hands as Hermione blushed in front of Draco's silliness. They ended up by kissing each other goodbye, knowing it was probably the only occasion they had had to talk. Later, the match would begin and they would all leave early the next day.

Hermione left the woods first, finding Ginny not long after and joining the others in front of the tent. And after a few minutes, Draco left the woods too, walking towards the campsite with his hands deep in his pockets again. He walked towards the tents, noticing the little group talking not so far away. Ron noticed him and gave him a nasty glare. Harry saw him too but didn't show any annoyance, nor any sympathy. Then, Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George looked at him too. Ron glanced at the woods, then at Draco again, meeting his eyes. Draco smirked and, looking as arrogant as ever, he walked towards his tent under the group's gaze.

That's when Hermione noticed a woman who was apparently about to enter the tent but whose attention was caught by Draco. When he arrived, she put her hand on his back and let him go in first before she walked in. She had recognized her. She had never seen her before, but she had the same arrogant look Draco had been wearing a second before. If Draco was looking a lot like his father, he certainly got his attitude from his mother. He had mentioned her in two of his letters during the summer, and from what Hermione could tell, he was respecting her as much as he was respecting his father. He clearly adored his parents as much as they adored him and she felt weird, knowing that he was hiding their relationship from them because they probably wouldn't approve.

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Ch 34

Sinead remained hidden in Severus's rooms till the following morning when before breakfast under a disillusionment charm Sinead followed Severus to the apparition point.

"Albus said there will be an Order meeting. I'll see you then." Severus nodded with a small smile. He felt Sinead press her lips to his and she was gone.

A week later there was a brief Order meeting to go over observations from the watches on known Death Eaters. There was hardly anything new happening, most of the Death Eaters kept to a very typical schedule which only differed when they were summoned by Voldemort. Albus gave Sinead and Severus a wink when he saw them sitting next to each other.

Sinead had looked at the shop in Hogsmeade both alone and with Trent who was thrilled with the idea. She had put in an offer and was waiting to hear back. Max was due to arrive in another week and when Sinead spoke to him on a web chat he was happy with being a part-time apprentice and working in the shop on the other days.

Severus had given Sinead a list of possible apprentices and had sent out owls to them about interviewing with Sinead. Out of the 5 former students he selected two declined since they were working for the Ministry but 3 were going to interview. One of the students was in Slytherin and two were in Ravenclaw. The Slytherin student was impressed with Sinead's lab but she could tell he didn't like the fact she was not pureblood. The Ravenclaw students were much friendlier and easier to talk to. Sarah was very qualified and knew who Sinead was from the improved Wolfsbane Potion. Henry was just as qualified but he informed Sinead that he was waiting on an acceptance letter to apprentice at Beauxbatons. Sinead had a feeling that Henry would be accepted and offered the position to Sarah who sent back an owl accepting the position within the hour.

It was early June when Sophia flooed Sinead saying Minerva McGonagall was in St Mungos. Max and Sara who had just started working with Sinead were left to continue brewing with Trent and Sinead flooed into St Mungos. Even though she hadn't worked there for sometime she was allowed to go see Minerva who was being checked over by a healer who worked with Sophia.

"Minerva, are you ok?"

"She was stunned by several people." The healer said as Sophia came into the room.

"Can I get you anything?"

"Sinead, I'll be fine." She replied tiredly. "That awful woman was going to get rid of Hagrid."

"She is awful, I didn't get to thank you-"

"Severus already did." She said with a small smile.

"I'm going to let you rest but I'll be back tomorrow." Sophia gave her a smile as Sinead made her way back to the house.

The next day Sinead brought some muffins and chocolates in the morning. She sat with Minerva for a bit making small talk until the healers came in to start giving potions. Sinead and Trent spent the afternoon making up a list of potions they were going to stock in the shop then Sinead went to go meet with the contractor who was updating the shop. It was late when she returned home to find Trent, Bill, and Tonks waiting for her.

"We just got word that Harry and some classmates are going to the Ministry. He thinks that Voldemort has Sirius, come on we need to meet at Headquarters." Trent said as Tonks started outside.

"Sirius is fine but it's a trap." Tonks added as they all walked to the apparition point and disappeared. When they arrived at Grimmauld Place everyone was there except Dumbledore who was on his way. Alastor Moody started giving out jobs he, Tonks, Remus, Sirius, and Bill would be going and Sophia and Sinead were to stand by incase of injuries.

"I should go, someone should be there who can heal." Sinead said as Severus shook his head.

"If you go then I go." Maggie said as Caleb started to fuss.

"Mommy, I'm scared." He said clinging to his mother.

"Sinead, you are right." Moody grumbled.

"Me too." Maggie said as Caleb started to cry.

"I'll go you stay with your son." Trent said as Moody nodded.

"Severus, name the students again."

"Potter, Granger, Longbottom, Lovegood, and the two Weasleys." Molly was near hysterics and Arthur was trying to calm her down.

"Molly, we will get them." Sinead said giving her a small smile.

"We want to go too." Fred said as George hit his arm and mumbled

"Not the time."

The group was moving outside when Severus grabbed Sinead's hand.

"Be careful." He said softly.

"I will, I love you. I'm coming back to you." She said kissing him quickly and hurrying after the others.

At the Ministry the DA members were having a difficult time fending off the Death Eaters. The Order members arrived in the Death Chamber and after Sinead healed Neville's broken nose he pointed to where the others were.

"Go, I'll cover you!" Bill shouted as he and Trent started fighting Death Eaters and Sinead followed Neville. Sinead quickly healed Ginny's ankle and started to heal Hermonie's large cut on her chest.

"Sin, we need you!" Trent shouted.

"All of you stay here. I'm going to lock that door behind me and don't move till I or someone from the Order come back for you."

"But we can help." Ginny said trying to stand.

"Your ankle still needs a bit to heal up." Sinead went out the door to see Bellatrix hit Sirius with the Killing Curse and he fell through the Veil. Remus grabbed Harry who was screaming for Sirius.

"Tonks, is down!" Trent said as Sinead watched Harry break free from Remus and chase after Bellatrix.

"I'm going after Harry. Start getting everyone back to Headquarters!" Sinead started running after Harry as she heard Alastor Moody bark orders at the others. Sinead caught up to Harry as Bellatrix started taunting him.

"Did you love him, Potter?" She sneered.

"Crucio!" Harry yelled as Bellatrix fell to the ground.

"Harry, no! She's not worth it." Sinead said as Bellatrix got to her feet and Voldemort appeared.

"Do it." He ordered as Dumbledore arrived.

Bellatrix was going to jinx Harry and instead of using a spell Sinead threw a hard punch knocking the older witch to the ground slamming her head against the wall on the way down. Dumbledore pushed Harry aside as he and Voldemort started to duel. When Bellatrix came to she fled as Sinead moved in front of Harry using a shield charm to protect both of them.

"Do something." Harry said as Sinead shook her head.

"They are the most powerful wizards in the world. We wait here." She said pushing Harry back a bit. Voldemort disappeared but possessed Harry. After giving some threats using Harry's body and seeing Albus wasn't going to attack him Voldemort left.

"Sinead, go. The others need help." He gave her a nod as Sinead apparated to Grimmauld Place.

"Where is Harry?" Molly asked as Sinead walked through the door.

"With Albus, he sent me back here."

"I could use some help!" Sophia said as Sinead joined her in the kitchen where she was treating Hermonie.

"I started to heal her-"

"You did a damn good job, saved her life. Tonks, is upstairs in the second bedroom. She's next on the list to be checked out." Sinead walked up the stairs to see Remus sitting by the bed. Sinead quickly checked Tonks vitals and then cast a quick spell to wake her up.

"How are you feeling?"

"A bit woozy." Sinead took one of the bottles from the kitchen and handed it to her.

"This will help with your headache." Tonks drank the potion. "I'll give you two a few minutes."

"He's upstairs with Ginny and the others." Remus said with a small smirk. Sinead nodded and walked up the stairs to see Severus monitoring Ginny's ankle while lecturing the group.

"You all were so quick to run to the rescue-" Ginny bit her lip seeing Sinead in the doorway.

"Harry's all right, he's still at the Ministry with Professor Dumbledore. I think I saw Fudge arriving as I was leaving. Sophia is finishing up healing Hermonie, she's in very good hands."

"Can we see her?" Luna asked.

"In a few minutes." Sinead said with a small smile.

"Are you well?" Severus asked.

"Oh course. I said I was coming back." She said stepping forward kissing him as Ron snickered. Sinead and Severus broke apart.

"Weasley, if I hear one word about this then-"

"Ron, won't say anything. Right Ron?" Sinead said giving him a look.

"I won't tell." He said quickly as Luna and Neville nodded.

"I'm going to go check on Hermonie. Be right back." Sinead said as Severus followed her down the stairs.

"You know the whole school will know. What about my reputation?" Severus asked as Sinead smirked.

"I doubt Ginny, Luna, and Neville will say anything. Don't worry about Ron, I'll talk to him."

"I am going to head back to the school."

Sinead nodded and gave him another kiss before he headed out the door. Sinead checked on Hermonie who was healed but would have a scar underneath her chest from where the curse hit.

"Everyone would like to see you."

"We have Orders to move the students to Hogwarts, now." Alastor said as the others started to look at each other.

"Everyone else can go to my house." Sinead offered as Molly went to get the others from upstairs. "If we apparate to my house then the kids can floo into Hogwarts."

"Good idea." Arthur said as Sophia took Hermonie with her. Molly took Ginny, Arthur took Ron, Remus took Neville, and Sinead took Luna. Sinead went to Hogwarts with the students to help Hermonie reach to the hospital wing. Poppy was expecting the students and Severus came in with some more potions to stock the supply closet.

"Sinead, did you heal Ms. Granger?"

"I started at the Ministry but my friend Sophia, who is a healer at St. Mungos did the rest. Neville's nose was broken as was Ginny's ankle but they are both healed up, Ron and Luna were hit by spells but they seem to be doing better. Do you want me to run diagnostics?"

"Yes, that will be helpful so I can give them the all clear."

"Sinead, go rest. I can check them in."

"I can do it, it will only take a few moments." Severus gave her a look and started the diagnostic spells on Ginny since Sinead had started with Neville. Hermonie looked over at Ginny when Severus moved on to Luna.

"Tell you later." Ginny mouthed with a grin. After seeing that everyone was in good health Luna, Ginny, Neville, and Ron were given the ok to return to their dorms.

"Go." Hermonie said tiredly.

"Yes, go get some rest. Ms. Granger will spend the night here." Poppy said ushering the students out.

"Are you sure you are ok? You weren't hit with any curses or jinx?" Severus asked as he and Sinead walked out the hospital wing.

"I'm perfectly fine. If I was a good host I would return to my house to check on everyone-"

"No, you are staying here with me tonight." He said as she grinned.

"I was hoping you'd say that." Severus quested Sinead about what happened as they walked to his rooms.

"You hit Bellatrix?" He asked with a small smirk.

"Yes and it felt damn good. That woman-she is so evil and Sirius is her cousin…" Sinead said tearing up as they reached Severus's room.

"Sinead, as much as I want to tell you that you'll never see someone murdered again I can't lie. It doesn't get any easier seeing someone die in front of you." Sinead wiped at her cheeks.

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The Wizarding World - The Coming of the Metamorphmagus - Chapter 3 (Ravenclaw)

THE WIZARDING WORLD of Harry Potter - THE COMING OF THE METAMORPHMAGUS

Professor Hermione Granger-Weasley has taken time off from being the Minister of Magic to fill a vacant spot here at Hogwarts. The Defense Against the Dark Arts position has had its share of terrible wizards and witches like Quirinus Quirrell, Bartemius Crouch Jr, Dolores Umbridge, Amycus Carrow and Gilderoy Lockhart. However, it also had its share of marvelous professors like Severus Snape and Remus Lupin. With Professor Granger-Weasley here, there is much hope as there are many cheers and awes as it is a privilege to have one of the hero’s that stopped Voldemort here on these grounds. She smiles as she silent the crowds with her hands. “Thank you Professor Longbottom and students of Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft. It is a privilege to host this year’s Sorting Hat Ceremony…” magically appearing on the stage is a wooden stool with a worn out brown hat that once belonged to the great wizard, Godric Gryffindor. “When I call your name, you will come forth and take a seat. I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head and you will be sorted into your houses.” she says as she recalls her anxiety on her ceremony and looks at the few faces of first years. The results of the war and the continuing strife has made the population of young wizards and witches really short as there are only eight wizards and witches called to the stage: 2 Slytherin’s, 2 Hufflepuff’s, 2 Ravenclaw’s and finally…the last two children awaiting sorting. “Miss Lily Luna Potter!” Professor Granger-Weasley calls as a young, 11 year old girl approaches the stage with much fear and uncertainty. Her two brothers were split into two houses, her eldest brother James Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor and years later, her second brother, Albus Severus was surprisingly sent to Slytherin. Lily dreaded going into Slytherin and as the hat was placed upon her head, it spoke. “Ah…another Potter!” the Sorting Hat says as he considers. “You have your dad’s bravery and your moms compassion…you’d do great in Slytherin, but also in Gryffindor!” Lily closes her eyes as the hat makes its decision, “Gryffindor!” the hat shouts as Gryffindor House cheers! Lily dances over to the Gryffindor’s table and takes her seat with her new family. The last student awaits his turn as Hagrid talks to Professor McGonagall and she looks at him, trying to understand the situation as Professor Granger-Weasley calls out the next name. “Hugo Granger-Weasley!” she says as Hugo looks embarrassed as his mom is working here. She places the hat upon his head as the hat laughs. “Ha! Weasley!” he says as the placing does not take much time. “Gryffindor!” the hat calls out as Hugo smiles at his mom and runs over to the red table to join Lily. “Thank you…” Professor Weasley begins, but the Sorting Hat interrupts her as he senses a disturbance. “Wait!” the Sorting Hat calls out as his folds looks around, “There is one more 1st Year Student here!” as the hall begins to grow in voice as Professor McGonagall rises and instructs. “Silence!” Professor McGonagall calls out as she gazes to the back where Hagrid said the extra student was. “Come forward…” she says as Hagrid stands there, looking to where he left David, but can’t see him. David slowly rises to his feet as he stands out like a sore thumb against all the students in their black robes. David hobbles slowly down the center of the hall as every eye is upon him. There are whispers bouncing off the brick walls… “I saw him on the platform!” a Gryffindor says in confidence. “I bet he was the reason why Mr. Filch was there!” a Slytherin says as he eyeballs David with suspicion. “Why is he limping? Is that blood!” comes from his mother’s house, Hufflepuff. “Where is his robes?” comes from Ravenclaw as the conversations are ceased by McGonagall. “What is your name young man?” Professor McGonagall asks as David looks down at the ground as he does not like being the center of attention. He answers as bravely as possible. “David Gill.” David says as the name is not known to anyone as the name Gill has never attended Hogwarts as David’s dad is a Muggle. Professor McGonagall looks at Professor Weasley as she is shocked to see David once more. She remember seeing David and the fact that he was supposed to get off at Glenfinnan…but never made it! She did not know he was a wizard as she is speechless. Professor McGonagall steps down to approach David as she studies him and sees that he is badly hurt from his entry into Hogwarts. No first year student has ever learned how to apperate, even 5th years struggles with the spell…and it looks like David either accidentally apperated into Hogwarts or slammed into the shield. She lifts the hat and offers him a seat as there is only one way to be sure he belongs here. David looks at the chair as this was not the plan. He is not ready as Professor McGonagall pats the chair as the whole school watches with much anticipation. "I really should be going home." David says as the cat-like eyes of McGonagall peer down upon him. "Nonsense, there is no leaving Hogwarts, except through expulsion or imprisonment." Professor McGonagall says as she pats the seat again. "Don't be afraid." David reluctantly sits down on the chair as she places the hat on his head to see what the Sorting Hat has to say about the mysterious newcomer. “Interesting!” the Sorting Hat exclaims as he reads David’s mind and finds a whole array of magical host. “Very interesting indeed! I sense in you a connection to the past and a heritage long thought dead! But where to put you?” the Sorting Hat says as David opens dialogue with the inanimate object. “I don’t belong here…" David whispers "...I am only visiting!” as the hat slaps him with one of its straps. David rubs his cheeks as that did not feel nice. “You have courage to travel here to seek the truth, and would be great in Gryffindor. You have ambition and drive too, wonderful Slytherin characteristics. You have great potential with the study of exotic creatures, a worthy host of Hufflepuff; yet you bear the supreme intellect seen in Ravenclaw…” the Sorting Hat states as it senses a connection to Hufflepuff and Gryffindor; but feels that those houses would not help David achieve greatness. David makes one last argument. “I can’t be here! Magic isn’t possible! This is a nightmare!” David whispers as Professor McGonagall overhears David’s turmoil with the Sorting Hat. “A scientist huh?” the Sorting Hat exclaims. “Been a long time since we’ve had a scientist enter the world of magic!” the hat laughs as it has its answer. “I know your house! Ravenclaw!” the hat says as this time…there is no cheer or celebration…only staring eyes.

Professor McGonagall removes the hat and looks at Hagrid, “Hagrid, can you please escort Mr. Gill to the Hospital and have Madam Pomfrey overlook him.” she asks as Hagrid guides David through the sea of staring eyeballs. David feels humiliated as he looks at the ground! “Sorry that did not go as to plan!” Hagrid says as David says not a word. He does not know what this means. The Sorting Hat says he is a magic-gifted being, but all his life, he lived by the law of science. He even planned on being a biologist when he went to college. Opening the door, they walk into a church-like wing that looks like a World War 2 medic hospital. Madam Poppy Pomfrey rises from her seat as she looks at her patient. “What happened Hagrid?” she asks as Hagrid explains. “Nearly got ran over by a train!” Hagrid says as Poppy looks at him sharply; she has not a funny bone in her body. “Seriously! He apperated right in front of the Hogwarts Express!” he explains as she looks at David, wondering how that is even possible. Looking at his wounds, they don’t look like apperation wounds, but almost equivalent to Quidditich players after a game. “What happened?” she asks David as David explains how he sought out Hogwarts to look for clues to his past…and that the ticket was given to him by Ted Lupin. “Looks like internal bruising and a few broken bones…nothing serious…” she pushes David down in the bed so he is laying down. “I am going a cast a simple healing spell…should take a few hours.” she says as she takes out her wand and says “Sanitatem corporis.” she says and then adds, “Reliqua!” as David closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep. “I’ll need to remember that one!” Hagrid jokes as Madam Pomfrey glances at him and he simply nods and turns to go. Down the hall, Professor McGonagall and Professor Weasley walk across the bridge to the school wing of the castle to their offices to talk about what just transpired. Professor McGonagall is concern how he got on those tracks and if this might be a precursor of worse things yet to come. Professor McGonagall takes off her hat and places it her desk. Once, this mighty office was the office of McGonagall’s best friend, Albus Dumbledore and has not changed much since his murder by the hand of Snape on the astronomy tower. Professor Weasley loosen her jacket as she is still trying to understand what just happened. “Any idea who he might be?” Minerva McGonagall asks as she pours herself a glass of wine and pours another glass for Hermione. Hermione kindly says no as she is still trying to wonder why she did not detect his abilities on the train! Everything was so obvious! An 11 year old boy heading to a town that was picked for its remote location. “I met him on the train…I got off just before the stop at Glenfinnan as I always do and then used the Portkey to get here…I did not recall any abilities, I thought he was just another muggle on the train.” Hermione takes a seat as she sees the humor in all this. “Should I call the Ministry of Magic, and send him there for memory wiping and send him back home?” Professor McGonagall asks as Hermione shakes her head. “I will send an owl to gather any information on who he is and if he poses a risk…but I doubt it! The Sorting Hat called him forward, so technically, he is now a student of Hogwarts under your protection and care.” Hermione sighs as this whole issue could become a massive PR headache if not handled correctly. “Any history of the family of Gill being students?” McGonagall shakes her head. “No record of anyone by that name!” she says as she knows that they will need to talk to David to figure out the whole story. “I am just grateful that Hagrid was there to get him off the tracks. We haven't had a dead here at Hogwarts in 21 years.” Across the castle, back to the main corridor, through the single door to the hospital wing…the lights are dimmed to an embers glow. David is asleep as he is the only patient in the wing. There is a icy cold chill that awakens him as his eyes scan the vault ceiling with its dim-glowing candles. David feels an icy cold chill tickle his toes as he looks to see a woman in grey standing before his bed. David pulls the sheets close to him out of horror…it is a ghost! She looks sorrowful, looking at David as one looks at a sick child. Her gown is a lovely slate grey with a reddish-brown patch under her left breast. She hovers over the floor as she smiles gently, “I want to officially welcome you to Ravenclaw…” “Who…who? Are you a ghost?” David asks, realizing that she has to be a ghost, the only other options are much worse! The woman nods her head as she has seen so many frighten faces for one life time. “My name is Helena Ravenclaw, I am the house ghost.” Helena says as David lightens his grip on his blankets as this is not his first encounter with the dead. “Typically I would greet you at dinner, but you weren’t there…” she begins as she hovers over to his side. “I am sorry, but I don’t belong here…" David says as he pleads with the ghost. "My parents must be worried sick!” David thinks as he searches for his cellphone and finds it and sees the words: Searching For Signal. He sighs and pockets his cellphone as Helena just lightly shakes her head. “There is no leaving Hogwarts until the season is over or if you are sent to the Ministry of Magic for disciplinary action. Nevertheless, I think you being here is much needed for your development and a blessing for Ravenclaw House.” she says as she passes through his bed sending a chill through his legs. “I will advocate to Hagrid to go to Diagon Alley to get you your requirements for school.” she drifts away as David wants to stop her, but through the stone wall and she is gone. David leans back in bed as she stares as the high vault ceiling and can’t fall back to sleep. David pushes the blankets back and swings his legs over the bed and onto the cold floor. He sees that his backpack is gone and even his shoes are missing in action. Reaching into his pocket, he searches for the wand given to him by Ted, the wand that once belonged to Mrs. Tonks and is glad to find it as he pulls it out and says, “Lumos!” the wand lights up the dimly lit hospital wing. David walks to the door and sees a short hallway with two directions to go…right or forward. Deciding to head right, David climbs the stairs as he arrives to the 4th floor and opens the door and enters what looks like a massive bathroom…the tub in the center is ridiculously massive! Big enough for two Hargid’s! Looking around, David wonders where exactly he is. He stands at an empty bath and looks over the bath to a massive window with the picture of a mermaid-selkie combing her hair as she pauses and looks at David and then begins combing her hair again. David is amazed at the detailed artwork and animation 'Must be a projection?' he thinks as he can't figure how the glass is alive. Behind David, there is a gust of wind and a splash as David turns and his wand extinguishes as he looks at the bathroom stall. Peering inside, there is no one as David wishes he stayed in the hospital. “Boo!” a shrill girls voice says as David jumps and she giggles as David turns to see another ghost. “Are you lost?” she asks David as David goes running out of the bathroom and down the corridor, back to the hospital where he rushes off to his bed. He watches the door and is sure that trouble will be coming soon, but no ghost appear in the hospital and David closes his eyes knowing if he is asleep, he won’t have to see any more ghosts! He holds onto his wand as it gives him the since of protection as he drifts off to sleep. For a few hours he sleeps as the morning sun shines through the large glass windows, casting a light yellow light throughout the hospital. Madam Pomfrey opens the door and steps inside the hospital as she walks over to David’s bed and sees the blankets tossed off to the side. On the floor is a wand as she picks it up and looks at it. She has an excellent memory of all the wands she instructed to heal and this one was still fresh in her memory. “Nymphadora’s Wand!” Madam Pomfrey whispers as she looks back down at David who seems to have fallen out of bed last night, wondering what it was doing here! Mrs. Tonks' wand had been missing since the war and she quickly heads off to see Professor McGonagall. Walking pass the Prefects Bathroom and across the bridge to the school wing, she comes to McGonagall’s office as Minerva is already up and busy at work. “Headmistress McGonagall!” she says as the professor looks up and adjust her glasses. “Madam Pomfrey, how is our patient doing?” she asks as she means to head over as she just got some news from the Ministry. “That is why I came to see you.” she says as she presents the wand of Nymphadora Black Tonks Lupin to the elder professor. “Mrs. Lupin’s wand!” Minerva says as she rises and gently takes the wand from the nurse and looks at it. The wand is still in excellent condition. “Where did you find it?” she asks as Madam Pomfrey explains to Minerva’s surprise. “I found it by the side of David’s bed.” she says as Minerva looks shocked as the mystery continues to deepen about this young man. Minerva gives the wand a gently swish and nothing happens to Minerva’s surprise. Minerva can feel the energy inside the wand, but it already has claimed a new host. “The wand is active!” she exclaims as she looks at Madam Pomfrey as they walk together back to the Hospital Wing. Opening the door to the Hospital, David is still sound asleep from his active night of mystery and ghosts. They walk over to David’s side as Poppy gently taps David and he opens his eyes to see the nurse and headmaster looming over him as he scoots away and Minerva smiles as Poppy looks over his injuries and is pleased with his recovery. Minerva shows the wand that Ted gave David and David checks his person and finds that the wand was missing. “Madam Pomfrey found this under your bed.” David reaches out for it as Minerva sees this odd. 'Could it be that this is what brought this young man to Hogwarts?' David sees that something is wrong, “That is my wand Professor.” he says as Minerva does not know how David got this, and not confident to hand it to him quite yet. “You know whose wand this belongs to and the punishment for taking another witch’s wand?” Minerva asks as David shakes his head as he has only had that wand for two days. “Wand’s are buried with their owners as they never work properly with other wizards!” she says as it is taboo to use or touch another ones wand. David frowns as it is correct! It does feel wrong for another sorcerer to touch your wand as David feels defenseless. “Mrs. Tonks said it was not my wand and to keep it safe!” David says to Minerva and Poppy’s surprise. “Her son, Ted Lupin stayed at my parents’ house and gave me the wand. He said that he had been searching for it for years and it just magically appeared and thought that this happened because of me…” David pauses as he has nothing more to discuss. Minerva hands the wand back to David and sees if he can even use it. “Show me.” she says as David tries the one spell his mom taught him, the one that he seems to know best. “Lumos…” David says as the wand begins to illuminate and produce an orb of light as Minerva looks in awe. “She told me that using her wand, I was given her memories and abilities, including something called meta...morph...magus?” David says as Minerva wonders if it could be true…not to mention the information that just came from the Ministry. “Dora was a metamorphmagus as is her son Mr. Lupin…” says Minerva as she looks at Poppy, “Is he clear to leave the hospital?” she asks as Poppy isn’t certain what to believe as she just nods; she has done all she can do to heal the boy. Minerva looks down at David and adds, “Come with me…” she says as David rises off the ground and places the crumpled blankets back on the bed. He looks momentarily at Poppy. “Thank you Madam Pomfrey.” he says as he walks with Minerva, walking close to her as they pass the bathroom where a ghost got the better of him. Across the bridge as David pauses to look down. “You’ll have time to explore the castle, hurry!” Minerva tells David as David looks away from the rolling river and looks at the massive tower and many other smaller towers all over the place. Back inside, magic heats the building and keeps out the cold as they walk to a massive golden statue of a phoenix and as Minerva holds David close, the ground rotates and into the office of the Headmistress they go. “Feel free to have a seat…do you like tea?” “Irish breakfast is nice, but…” David begins as a cup appears in his hand and he sees it and moves around the liquid. Minerva watches him as every moment to David is like a miracle. “I always wondered what it would be like to have a muggle scientist learn he was actually a magic-folk!” she says with a smile as David sips the tea and sure enough, it is Irish breakfast tea! “I must apologize for taking your wand…it is taboo to touch another ones wand without their permission; only one other wand was ever shared with another wizard.” “And where is it?” David asks, not really caring, just a force of habit to continue conversation. “Probably now buried under debris in Black Lake…Mr. Potter broke the wand into two and threw it away after the Battle of Hogwarts.” Minerva says as she summons a cup of English breakfast to keep her going this cold morning. “Mysteries are nothing new at Hogwarts, but your mystery is quite the challenge Mr. Gill…” she begins as she looks at the file on David that just came from the Ministry. “Am I in trouble?” David asks as Minerva shakes her head. “No, actually there is much celebration that you’ve been found!” Minerva says as she opens the file. “Much of the documents on living wizards and witches were destroyed by Voldemort back in 98 and we are still piecing the puzzle back together. We looked for Gill, but could not find any Gill’s in our records. “Of course not,” David interrupts. “My dad is named Richard Gill…my mother was once part of Hufflepuff House.” David explains as Minerva listens with much intent as David thinks for a moment and then continues. “But then, I don’t know who my parents were and if they were wizards and witches like my mom.” Minerva nods as she looks at the file and is glad he is truthful, he’d certainly do well in Hufflepuff! “I knew your mom,” she begins as she sent the letter early this morning on the first owl to his parents back in Fort William. “Scamander is a well-known family. We actually have two of Luna Scamander’s children here, Lorcan and Lysander…I’ll introduce them to you if you like…but about you; the Ministry of Magic actually has you on file…” “Really?” David says, surprised and crept out. “Oh yes,” as she opens the file and reads what she want’s David to know. “David Mira Adriatian Gill, born May 18th 2008 in Dubrovnik, Croatia, orphaned at age 5 and sent to live with Nichole Scamander-Gill and Richard Gill in Fort Williams, Scotland…no violations, however, performed the reparo, lumos and wingardium leviosa charm all yesterday!” she says with a raised eyebrow. “Impressive for an uneducated first year student!” “My mom taught me those spells, and not to use magic around other people…” David explains as Minerva smiles. “Then she taught you well then!” she says as she realizes that David has only had the wand for a few days and already mastered the three spells without instruction. “I see no reason why you can’t go through your schooling, and your parents are sure to give their blessing…” the floor behind them rolls out as Hagrid appears, carrying ‘stuff’. “Ah good!” he says as he places the stuff on the ground. “I was hoping to catch ya here!” “What is all ‘that?’” Minerva asks as Hagrid walks over to David. “David’s required items for the school year as instructed by Helena Ravenclaw…” he says as the look of surprise on Minerva’s face catches Hagrid by surprise. “Oh, I thought you knew…hope he isn’t being kicked out…hate to have to return all this!” he says as Minerva shakes her head and closes David’s files. “Most certainly not!” Minerva looks down at David and warmly smiles, “Seems Ravenclaw welcomes you Mr. Adriatian-Gill.” she says as she looks at Hagrid, “Hagrid, if you please take this to his room…” Hagrid nods with a sigh as he picks up the school supplies and heads out. Looking back at David, she gently laughs, “Looks like everything is coming together…still think you don’t belong here?” she says as David does not answer. “Anyhow, down to business, as you did not have a proper introduction, you have to take the core curriculum and the electives, available from third year forward. In the fifth year, you will take the Ordinary Wizarding Level exams to determine whether you can achieve a score high enough to continue to N.E.W.T.-level…” “What, what is Newt?” David wonders, feeling it has nothing to do with the amphibian. “Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Test…” she says as the look on David’s face is hilarious! “It really isn’t that terrible, just exhausting!” she adds with a slight laugh. “This year you will have to take Integrated 1 Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, History of Magic, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Astronomy and Herbology.” she says as she hands David his lesson books and he opens it to look at it. “Not right now…you need to hurry off to your Common’s Room, get changed into your robes and come down to the hall for breakfast…” as she escorts David out of her office and guides him up to the 6th floor to the Ravenclaw Dorms where a golden eagle door knocker awaken and says: ‘Where do Vanished objects go?’ as Professor McGonagall swiftly responds. “Into non-being, which is to say, everything.” just then, the door opens and Minerva stops David just shortly, “Go find your Prefect, he will help you settle in and get ready for breakfast.” as she turns and leaves quickly as the door knob asks, ‘What is the delay?’ as David steps in and the door closes behind them and a young man looks up at David as he quickly rises. “You must be David,” the Prefect says as David takes a look around the room. The windows are open, allowing the room to be aired out and smelling fresh. There are blue drapes and banners descending from the center of the ceiling and coming down around the sides of the windows. There is a massive globe of the Earth with the Muggle and Magical names written upon it, books, and chairs. Behind a statue of the Lady Ravenclaw is a common room with a hot fireplace for those cold winter nights. The Prefect shows David around. Looking at a pit, there is a spiral staircase going down to the 5th floor. “Down there is restrooms and bath…come, I’ll show you to your room.” as they go behind a massive statue that David stares at. A woman dress in a blue robe holding something in her hands, “That looks like...?” David says as she looks like the ghost that met him in the hospital last night. “Our patron, Mrs. Ravenclaw…she was one of the four founders of Hogwarts…now no more doodling, Breakfast is in half an hour!” he says as they come to a split corridor. “Girls dorms are to the right and boys dorms are to the left…I expect you to know the difference!” as they walk into a corridor with 35 rooms. “There are only 55 students in Ravenclaw, you make number 56. You’ll be sharing living space with 25 other boys.” David looks at the corridor and wonders how it is possible to fit 25 boys in this corridor. “How is it possible?” David begins as the Prefect shows him to his little cell. “Well, magic of course?” the Prefect says as David goes inside what looks like a tiny room and the room widens and expands to the same size of his trailer. David smiles as the Prefect looks at the sense of wonder in his eyes. “I’ll give you 20 minutes to get settle and then meet me in the Common Room so we all can head to breakfast as a house.” the Prefect walks out of his room and David walks to the window with an amazing view of the lake, mountains, forest and a place with three massive hoops…like a version of the Mayan ball game. David looks around the room, there is a twin size bed, a dresser for his clothes and even his backpack and gifts from Hagrid strewn here and there. David opens the window as the cool morning breeze blows as he takes the time to review the welcoming book that was resting on his made bed. Opening it up, David reads about the classes, the requirements and school events that he might be interested in taking part of. It talks about certain clubs, parties and groups that he can try out for. In the back is a map of the school grounds. He takes out his iPhone and snaps a picture of the map for future reference. "What did I get myself into!" David sighs. "I am not a wizard or witch!" as his mind floats home, wondering what his parents are thinking and looks at his phone as he still has the 'No Service' message. 'I truly am in a different world!'

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