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bellshells · 5 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 · 5 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)

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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."

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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!!!

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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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