#and apparently it didn't heal properly and now it's kicking my ass

[thetimetravellercat]

And once again my physical state has been dismissed by a medical professional (my GP) as "psychological distress" and "anxiety". I'm just so tired of this. Like, sure I have some anxiety, but it's ok and most importantly it's under control ffs. Other than that, I'm fine. But they never listen to me ugh.

Also, pleasant activities that I thoroughly enjoy doing should not physically destroy me afterwards. Like, you don't go home from having a nice time outside to almost immediately crash because your body is fighting itself as if you suddenly had the flu.

And of course, on top of that, she's decided after seeing me a handful of times that I did not fit the "autistic type" and so I was probably not autistic. Like, sure, dismiss every therapist that has ever seen me, including the pediatric psychiatrist who followed me from age 2.5 to 16, sure, it's fine lol. My current therapist is actually working with me because I'm constantly overcompensating so much that it's making my life extra-exhausting, so yeah, I'm not super surprised that you "don't find me autistic".

She also, of course, told me that that first pediatric psychiatrist was right to not diagnose me officially because it would have been bad for me to get stamped autistic. Like fuck you. I struggled during my entire childhood and adolescence because of his shitty "denial will turn him normal" policy. I never got the help I desperately needed and ended up going through burnout at 16 and had to drop out of highschool because of it. But sure, he was right. Well, fuck you.

[lostonehero]

Meanwhile

Background

Lady flygon found MewTwo

Lady Flygon told mewtwo he wasn't a meapon because they have free will

Mewtwo took that as a threat and attack

Lady flygon thought her new grandkid wanted a battle and had fun

Mewtwo got their ass kicked and caused a panic where we are now in the aftermath

Giovanni got involved because mewtwo forced it

I think that's all the background? I had the idea while walking

Looker just got off his flight to the international police station in Johto. He was disheveled at best, and frazzled at worse. "Report?"

Silver looked nervous this was his first meeting with Looker, and he wasn't exactly prepared to deal with the first interaction having to do with his father. "All three parties are in recovery, uh I wasn't informed on what happened, but I was required to come. I know this involves my father but I will be impartial as I can."

Looker looks at Silver and sighs. "I understand let us go in and see the damage. I trust you've seen it all thanks to your parents."

Silver nods hesitant not really understanding what Looker means.

.......

Giovanni is nursing his jaw apparently if he even used his own biological control over Mewtwo it still changed his DNA, but from what the scientists told him it won't completely over ride his human half. Apparently he was barely a quarter after what was explained to them. He spits out a few more teeth into a bucket glaring at Mewtwo because he can't be mad at lady flygon.

Mewtwo bristles. "Enough you have." He squeaks and stops when lady flygon taps his shoulder.

"Don't blame my son in law, for one he is your dad and two he took my hyper beam head on to protect you." She tisks. "Teenagers are something else, Ari and Maxie were my little rebels." She smiles. "But Mewtwo right? Well you might have overwhelming power but you have no focus or control or even a style to fight hence why I beat you. Maybe you should listen to Gio and you'll learn something."

Mewtwo scowls she did have a point which they hated to admit. They were in a human male form with their leg lifted up since it was broken in six places. "I concede you are correct ma'am, however-" he is cut off by her loud squeal.

"Baby Silver!" She rushes and tackles her grandson picking him up and twirling him around. "Ah I didn't think they would take my request to see you. Is Byron OK I know I broke his pelvis, are you ok?"

Silver slightly dizzy. "Hi grandma, grandpa is fine he is on bedrest." He mumbles out as he is dropped.

Looker frowns stepping back this woman was huge, was she an alpha pokemon he was told about. Yes they had human forms, this must be one. "Excuse me madam I must ask why you caused such a scene with Mewtwo."

She looks down and smikes waving her hand. "Ah it wasn't that bad I was having fun, it's been a long time since I've had a good battle. You humans battle all the time with your own pokemon. Trainers help unlock abilities pokemon have and unseen potential."

Looker frown deepens. "Uh yes but why did you uh battle mewtwo." He looks at the purple haired man crossing his arms laying back, then to Giovanni who was puking into a bucket. So this wasn't his fault, he looked sea sick but on solid ground.

"Well they started it, teenagers yaknow alway thinking they know better then you." She smiles and rubs Mewtwo head messing up there hair. "They were a blast just doesn't have direction, and not much of a weapon if they have free will. They're my grandkid."

Silver sighs and texts his mom with a you're right note. "Grandma please they looks uncomfortable."

"Nonesense they are just upset they have to heal normally. I've seen too many psychic types heal wrong because they didn't let their wound heal properly."

Mewtwo looks away embarrassed because they didn't know that. That was probably the reason she stopped them from using recover which they were now thankful for.

Giovanni looks up from his bucket glaring at Looker, but says nothing to him. "Silver don't argue with your grandmother."

Silver frowns and goes to argue that he wasn't till lady flygon pulls him into a bone crushing hug. "Aww don't be upset kiddo your dad is just being protective." She picks him up and places him in a chair next to Mewtwo. "I wish you told me I had two grandkids, ah its too early to tell but you guys might have a new aunt or uncle." She points to Looker. "Sit sit I have a lesson for you three Giovanni already knows this."

Looker nods and sits down in a chair he really doesn't want to agrue with a pokemon who put Mewtwo out of commission.

"Well since Mewtwo here doesn't know what an alpha pokemon is I'm gonna explain it, and I'll explain other responsibilities of alpha pokemon as well to teach you why it's important that we exist." She smiles and begins to explain

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Rabbit iiiiiii

Ending.

Want a chapter two? Let me know!

Draco finds a Hufflepuff attempting to cheat. He torments her, keeps her under his wing becoming possessive , unsure of his feelings. After turning Reader into a Rabbit he realizes how much of an ass he was. But now hes in Azkaban for his crimes.

A/n. Okay. So i asked Multiple people. “What happens in Azkaban?” They all said “you sit in a cell.” And im sitting here like. “I cant write that.” So THIS is what i came up with. I hope its okay :/.

W! Mind games, self injury(scratching), fear of going insane, Draco gets kicked and punched around.

@khemz1312 @goofygobber @rosiehufflepuff @trashyvicks

“Cheers love”

Draco said once you vanished from his sights, he never thought the twins would help you come see him, or anyone for that matter. Of all people, he was not exactly the most loved at Hogwarts. The man looked both ways down the very long hallway not seeing anything except for darkness. At least no one would bother him while he was thinking.

He made his way back to his spot under the window to think about his actions; maybe he went a little overboard with how he handled catching you. But a teacher? That's not as fun. Draco looked down at his hands counting the cuts all over them, he had the most on his palms and around his fingers. He was very roughed up, as soon as he got here the dementors were not very kind to him. Draco blinked his eyes feeling sleepy and slightly cold. He rolled his eyes leaning back on the wall reminiscing the time he turned you into a rabbit.

You were so cute like that; so little, curious, fit right in his pocket. Dracos hands fell to his sides and his eyes started to close. You had gotten used to him when you were a rabbit…

So tired…

When he got out Draco wanted to master the spell to change humans back whenever so he could turn you into a rabbit again. If you let him of course, he laid down on his side, holding himself.

Fading….

His father.. What would he do about that? Obviously he could not take you home . Maybe a flat of his own would be better. And that shop? It made him smirk as his eyes started to close. Cute..

Footsteps could be heard and they were getting closer now. It woke Draco up from his slumber which he was not happy about. The one time he was actually getting some sleep in this place.

“Dinner already?’ he asked, in a condescending tone as he got up to rest his back against the wall. “Is it more than bread today?”

The cell opened and closed after the figure stepped in. Draco scrambled to his feet with wide surprised eyes,“..Father?”

“Not the best cell.. But it suits you.” the man said, dusting the dirt off his clothes.

“What are you doing here? Who let you in?”

“I'm here because I have unpleasant news for you.” he took off his gloves while he spoke.

“..news?” Draco stepped over to his father.

“That girl you turned into a rabbit is dead.”

“..she… shes ……….” Draco went as far as the chain would let him to his father. His ankle was straining against the cold tight cuff link. “H..ho-w…”

“Quiddich”

“What?.. But she doesn't fly! She doesn't have a broom!” the man grabbed his fathers coat shaking it, asking him multiple questions just for Lucious to throw him off and kick him away from him. Draco hit the cold brick wall on his side in the corner. He held his head trying to process this , he was hurting inside and out.

“They needed one more , and you were not there so I suggested...”

Draco glared over at his Father, who looked rather proud of himself. His hands went to his hair white knuckling them. “You…”

“She didn't last long, it was a waste.” Lucious stepped to his son grabbing his chin so he was looking at him. “And to think she would still be alive if you just left her alone”

“Its not my fault!” Draco shoved his father just for him to strike him down into the cell floor. “Get your hands off me boy, remember who your authority is. “

“Shes dead because of you!, shes.. !!! …………………..” Draco felt very cold all of a sudden, looking down he saw that his hand was fading as if it was getting sucked up by something.

“Wait.. Azkaban would never let you come into the cell…” Draco stumbled up, hitting the wall to steady himself. “They wouldn't.. Your not my father! Get out you bloody dementor!!!”

“Draco dont you know your own father?”

“Shut up! I know my father and thats not you!”

“Pity, enjoy your time here.” the figure of Lucious faded and Draco woke up in a very cold sweat. He was still laying down under the window, no one was with him in the cell and his body ached.

“Dementors.. “ slowly he got up moving to the corner to hug his knees. “Do your bloody worst, im Draco ffffffucking Malfoy.”

It won't be the last time the Dementors mess with Draco… they were determined to break him. Throughout the two years he was there you had not come to see him again except that one time the twins helped you. Draco told you now to bother the twins so you didn't. Fred and George did try to cheer you up though as much as they could. They even got a hold of Dracos old robes that they gave to you. It helped but you wanted the real thing. Him.The carrot cravings went away after a couple weeks which was nice. You did not need to carry a bag of the produce with you anymore.

Hufflepuff was still weary of you and Slytherin were still jerks. The Ravenclaws sympathized with you and you found comfort in them when you needed it. You wanted to visit him, see if he was okay. But all you could do was hope and stare out your window at the moon knowing he was looking at the same one ..

Two years later.

“You killed me”

“Shhhuut up….”

“Im dead, because of you.”

“...”

“Do you ever wonder? What could you have done differently? Acted in a more.. Reasonable way?”

“Your not .rrr.-re-al..”

“Not anymore, my time on this earth has ended. Because of you Draco”

Draco ran into the bars punching at them, blood was dripping from them now. The figure of you faded away right as he got to them to reappear in the cell next to him now. “Your not real..” he said again.

“Treated me like an animal, toyed with me..-” he swung at the dementor watching it fade away then reappear. “I was just a hufflepuff, an innocent girl.” Draco shook his head but the thoughts just got louder and louder.

“Dead”

“Dead”

“Gone”

“Killed”

“Stay here”

“...with me, let's be together” you held out a rotted hand to the shaking man. “Be like me”

Draco had been tormented by these dementors at least 3 times a week ever since his ‘father’ had come to see him. Day in and day out for at least 6 hours a day a dementor came to him as you to try to get Draco to crack.

The first time he almost fell for it, but he quickly realized it was not you. You were not a crying mess trying to touch him and you could not float….

But still seeing your figure hurt him, your body was made to look dead to cause even more damage to the man which it did. All he could do was endure and think about you, the real you. It was all he had to hold on to. He told himself when he spent his first night here that he would be okay, he would make it out fine.

But now hes crying on the floor at least twice a week with new bruises, cuts, and a giant headache. He fully knew how awful he was to you now, he had to apologize properly. That motivated him to fight, along with keeping you safe from his father. He would get out, he would be okay.

“...b-b-b-e like you?”

“Yes Draco, like me. Lets be together, lets get out of here.”

“Get .. out..”

“Yes , lets get-”

“No, you get out. Get out of my cell, get out of my head just GET OUT!, ill never go with you! Your not real and your NOT HER!” he stepped back, tripping over his feet and grabbing the cell bars to steady himself. His clothes by now were tattered and his dirty dark blond hair was in a pony tail. The cuts on his face turned to scars and his nails were bloody from him scratching at his itchy skin . Everytime he swung at the dementor it would fade out leaving traces of itself on the man making him freak out and scratch at his own skin till they turned purple.

The dementor faded through the bars down the hallway and Draco sunk down to his knees scratching at his arms trying to free himself of the lingering black smoke.

“Rabbit… “ Draco choked in a big breath glancing over at the small window to see the moon shining in on him. “Ill get out.. Ill be okay. We will be okay……………………….”

A few days later a man had come to Dracos cell. He unlocked the old door letting it swing open. The man stepped to the side gesturing to the hallway and Draco looked up from his hand to see Snape looking in at him.

“Hurry up, its filthy in here.”

“How is she….”

“Why don't you see for yourself? Do i look like a owl?”

“More like an over dramatic snake.” Draco slowly got up limping to his old professor who helped steady him.

“Im glad your okay, Malfoy.”

Draco rolled his shoulders and cracked his very purple bloody knuckles. “Of course i am”

Meanwhile, those two years you had graduated and opened up your own shop with the help of Fred and George. They pulled some strings and found an empty building you could sell potions in. it was a small building but you liked it.

The Wet Nose it was called. With little bunny decorations all over the inside and on the sign, the sign was your favorite. It had a little bunny looking over the sign with its ears down. You tried to make it apparent you were here so Draco could find you.. All you could do was wait now..

Draco had left Azkaban with Snape , showered, eaten , and dressed in real clothes. He was in clean black pants with a matching suit top with awhite shirt underneath and black shoes. His face was still heavily scared and his knuckles were starting to slowly heal. The scratches on his arms would not heal though. They would stay that way for a really long time. He worried if you would still want him like this. He also kept his hair long , just past his neck he liked it. Draco was not completely free of the dementors, he could still hear them in his head from time to time. Whispering things for him to come back and what not. He always had to shake his head and they would go away for the time being.

Snape had dropped him off at Diagon Alley as he requested. Before he left he got out of the car to give Draco one final word.

“Malfoy”

“What? Which way am i going?”

The man rolled his eyes and pulled Draco in for a one arm hug, even though draco loathed this. The poor man fought and cursed, slipping free of this unwanted affection.

“The bloody hell was that?”

“Go down this way, on the left.”

“Fantastic but what was-” he slapped him on the head.

“Oww!!! What gives?”

“Thats, for barging into my classroom.” and with that he left.

“Barging into my classroom” mocked the man fixing his hair.

Draco wasted no time getting to your shop. He found it easily and just stared at the sign. He was scared. Terrified, would you still want him… you said you would wait for him.. But.. the way he looks. He shook his head, making the dementors stop. “No. she will, she waited all this time. She will.”

Ring ring!! The bell on the door went off once Draco opened the door. The first thing that got his attention was the many smells coming from all over the room. All the windows were open with plants sitting in them . He had to make his way to the back where the register was, passing all types of potions a variety of colors. When he finally went to it he saw a little brown rabbit sitting on the counter wiggling its nose. The rabbit tilted its head at Draco and the man did the same.

“Biscuit? Is someone here? And you didn't ring them up you silly animal” you joked coming from the back room up to the counter.

You looked up from the rabbit to see Draco standing there, his smile slumped and he had his mouth half open. He was in awe. It was really you. The real you. Quickly he fixed himself and his smile went all the way up his face, the man stepped closer with a happy, relieved tone.

“Hey, Rabbit”