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Day 197: Body Swap AU hairstyle changes

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[weighty-ghosts]

‘Lion-Hearted’

Lion-Hearted, by weightyghosts

“Minerva McGonagall was as shocked as the rest of Hogwarts when a member of the House of Black was sorted into Gryffindor, not Slytherin, for the first time in their family’s long history. When young Sirius came to her with doubts and a fear of his parents’ wrath, Minerva had to assure him of where he truly belonged.”

Rating: General

Word count: 1501

Pairing: None

Published: March 6, 2021

Warnings: Allusions to abusive family

 https://archiveofourown.org/works/29872218

   It was September 1st, 1971, and Minerva McGonagall was standing in the Great Hall, a scroll of parchment in hand, and the newest students of Hogwarts gathered in front of her, waiting to be sorted into their Houses.

She looked at the next name on her list, and called out, “Black, Sirius.”

An onyx-haired boy with steel-grey eyes, expensive robes, and perfect posture made his way through the throng of first years that quickly parted for him. He wasn’t particularly tall, but he carried himself with the air of someone born into opulence, who had been told from birth that the world was his to take.

Curiously, the closer Sirius Black got to the stool where the Sorting Hat rested, the more his arrogance seemed to slip into apprehension. He climbed the three short steps, then hesitated, his hand hovering an inch away from the Hat, before he plucked it up and placed it on his head, perching gracefully on the edge of the stool.

Minerva checked her list again, getting the next name ready on her lips, assuming the Hat was about to cry, “Slytherin!”

It did not.

Chatter had picked up in the Hall when she’d called Black’s name (it wasn’t all that exciting when you already knew where a student would go), but it started to die down as the seconds dragged on.

Minerva glanced at the Slytherin table, where they had no doubt been preparing to welcome their newest member, but heads were now turning in confusion. Bellatrix Black was leaning in to whisper something to her younger sister, Narcissa, who pursed her lips together like she’d tasted something sour. The middle sister, Andromeda, peered nervously between the two of them and their little cousin.

A minute had gone by and the entire Hall seemed to be holding their collective breath.

Minerva looked down at the boy on the stool, wondering what sort of conversation could have been going on in there, when the Hat suddenly opened the slit near it’s brim and roared-

“Gryffindor!”

Silence swept over the room. Minerva tried not to show her surprise, but she was as frozen in shock as everyone else.

Sirius slowly removed the Hat from his head, as he slid off the stool, and turned around to carefully set it down. He seemed uncertain of what to do next, and Minerva instinctively reached out to place a hand on his shoulder.

Sirius met her gaze, and for the briefest of seconds she thought she saw fear in his eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it came. He spun around to face the rest of the school, and Minerva was filled with immense pride for his courage. She began to clap enthusiastically, the professors behind her following suit, and then all of Gryffindor stood and erupted in raucous cheers. Minerva had to suppress an eye roll as they jeered and threw smug looks towards the Slytherins on the opposite side of the room.

Sirius finally broke out into a wide grin as he sauntered over to his new House table, finding a seat in the midst of scarlet and gold.

As she continued with the ceremony, Minerva peeked back at Sirius and watched as his eyes tentatively raised to the far table, locking with the other faces that looked so much like his own. His smile faltered, then dropped altogether as the colour drained from his previously rosy cheeks.

She followed his line of sight, and a chill went down her spine. The rest of the Slytherins looked murderous enough, but something about Bellatrix and Narcissa’s expressions unnerved her; it wasn’t shock or anger that she was seeing, it was disgust. Andromeda’s face was as pale as Sirius’, though her eyes were full of pity and worry.

When Minerva glanced back at Sirius, he looked ill, with his head bowed and mouth in a thin line, gazing desolately at the empty gold plate in front of him.  

* * *

The following morning, the Great Hall was full of nervous first and second year students, anxious about being late on their first day, and keen to start the year off well. The older students would be along soon, the novelty of waking up early having worn off long ago.

Minerva had just finished breakfast when her eyes landed on the Black boy, and she was content to see that he seemed happier than yesterday, talking animatedly to his dorm-mates: Potter, Pettigrew, and Lupin. She was particularly pleased to see Sirius engaging with Remus; when she had met the young werewolf in her office last night, before bringing him to the hospital wing to meet Poppy, she’d had the impression that he planned on keeping to himself as much as possible and not making friends because of his condition. Minerva had been worried about him, but perhaps she didn’t need to be.

She smiled to herself before standing to make her way to her office to gather what she needed for the day, exiting the Great Hall as the owls flew overhead to deliver the morning post.

She’d barely had a chance to review her first lesson plan when there was a knock at her door.

“Professor McGonagall?”

“Mr. Black,” she greeted from her desk, waving Sirius inside. Her movement faltered as she took in the hollow expression on his face and the heaviness weighing down his shoulders, a stark contrast from how he’d appeared a few minutes before. “Please have a seat. Is everything alright?”

“Yes, thank you,” he replied automatically, and sat down in one of the chairs in front of her, sitting up rigidly.

“What can I help you with, then?” Minerva asked, clasping her hands on the desk.

Sirius hesitated, clenching and unclenching one of his fists, hard enough to leave imprints in his palm from his fingernails. “Professor,” he started slowly, “I was wondering… Has anyone ever switched Houses after the Sorting?”

Minerva blinked at him in surprise. “I beg your pardon?”

“Is it possible…for a student to switch Houses from the one they were sorted into?”

“No, Mr. Black,” she replied in a measured tone, “It is not possible and no one has ever done it before. Why do you ask?”

Sirius nodded slightly, sticking his hand in his pocket to fiddle with something that made a rustling noise.

“Are you unhappy with the Sorting Hat’s choice?” Minerva inquired, unable to hide the slight bite to her question. She hoped Sirius hadn’t come to tell her that Slytherin was somehow a better House and that’s where he wanted to be.

Sirius’ head whipped up, his eyes wide. “No, Professor!” He hastened to say, “I love being in Gryffindor!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he looked panic-stricken and guilty, like he’d said something terribly wrong.

“Mr. Black, the Hat knows a person’s innermost thoughts and wishes; it is rarely wrong.”

“But it has been wrong before?” He questioned, desperation laced into his voice.

Minerva sat back in her chair and gazed thoughtfully at the boy in front of her, wondering what had happened at breakfast to cause his distress. “Sirius,” she broached, ignoring his surprise at hearing his first name, “Did you receive a letter from your parents this morning?”

She knew straight away from his reaction that she was correct.

“They aren’t happy with me,” Sirius whispered after a moment, his eyes on his knees.

“Sirius,” she repeated, waiting until he looked up at her, “It is perfectly normal for one to diverge from their family’s House history. It was bound to happen at some point in the Black family, and I’m very glad that it was you.” Sirius bit his lip to keep it from wobbling, his eyes as big as saucers, and Minerva thought he looked years younger than the boy who had swaggered into Hogwarts only yesterday.

“I am quite proud of my House,” she continued, “and I am very proud of you for knowing where your place truly lies in this school. Gryffindor is undoubtedly lucky to have you.”

Minerva’s heart almost broke as she watched Sirius’ eyes fill with tears. He wiped furiously at them, blushing faintly.

“Now, I don’t want to hear any more talk about switching Houses. Your cousins will have me to answer to, should they cause trouble. The same goes for your parents. You and I are Gryffindors for a reason, Mr. Black; lion-hearted, courageous, daring. Don’t you ever forget that.”

“Thank you, Professor,” Sirius sniffed.

“Off you go now,” Minerva instructed with a smile, receiving a watery one in return as Sirius stood up. She watched him swiftly exit the room, and her smile faded as his steps grew fainter.

She felt a fierce wave of emotion and knew she would do everything she could to protect this child from the storm that would surely be coming for him. No Slytherin, current or former, would intimidate or bully one of her students.

Minerva braced herself for a memorable new year at Hogwarts.

*

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🍂 ☇ 04 | halloween prompts *:｡

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➸ member: mingyu.

➸ word count: 1,130

↳ phrase 5: hey! you’re awake! yeah, you kinda fainted on me back there. + setting 2: haunted house.

Mingyu had been standing in line for this haunted house for roughly an hour now, the line first commencing near the pumpkin patch and trailing along the entire path of cinnamon dirt. An hour ago, the sky had been tinted a cream-like marigold, with brilliant orange streaks tearing across the horizon.

Now, after sixty minutes of idle shifting toward the main event, heavy, blue shadows blanketed the vast expanses above him, causing the autumn warmth to dwindle akin to his patience. His head snapped from staring at the sky, following the horrendous warbling that pervaded the haunted house. Little garnets of thrill began twinkling in his bloodstream again, until his friend opened his mouth regarding a completely different topic.

“That girl up there,” Wonwoo spoke lowly to Mingyu, a telling smirk guiding his lips.

“She’s pretty cute.”

“What?” Mingyu hissed in response, trying his best to adapt where Wonwoo’s eyes were going without making his interest too vibrant. “I can’t see her.”

“She’s right there.”

Wonwoo quipped back, leaning his torso away so his beanstalk of a friend (I HAD TO) could see the wonders he was seeing. However, Mingyu failed at deciphering who this cute girl may be, especially when some dingbat stepped directly in his line of view. He grunted disappointedly.  

“Someone just stepped in the way.”

Mingyu gritted between his teeth, attempting to keep the breeze from whistling his words up the line, alongside the poppy red and lantern yellow leaves.

Wonwoo grew impatient. He could see her just fine, and might he add she wore a petrified veil that gripped along her features. Every so often another scream would burst from the dark foliage of the house, engendering her arms that wrapped tightly around her frame whilst she chewed her bottom lip.

“Oh my god—just— “

Wonwoo grumbled, taking manners into his own hands, literally, as he took the back of Mingyu’s collar and forced him to lower, where a perfect gap aligned between bodies and Mingyu was fully introduced to perhaps the cutest girl he had ever seen. His eyes flared with strokes of ginger as she curled loose hairs behind her ear, staring at the ground in what he could read as fear.

Wonwoo folded his arms over his chest and scoffed. “Take a picture it’ll last longer.”

“That is such a good idea.”

Mingyu concurred, completely missing the point. He couldn’t stop staring at her. He felt his chest plunge in sorrow when the line moved, his perfect view of the girl being purloined. Wonwoo thought she was a pretty sight on the eyes, but gosh, it seemed as though Mingyu was already planning on how he would ask her to dinner.

“She probably has a boyfriend or girlfriend.”

Wonwoo said blatantly, with covert intentions of diminishing his friend’s dreams now before he became a lovesick puppy, still musing over the girl he saw for thirty seconds in a haunted house line whenever he got drunk and needed something to sob about. Mingyu sighed, shoving his hands in his jacket and biting his lip.

“Yeah,” the tall boy heaved, “pretty girls like her always do.”

“[Y/N], seriously? We’ve been in this line for over an hour and now you don’t wanna go inside?”

Your friends pegged you with steely glaring at the entrance to the haunted house. There were hazy waves of fog rippling before the entrance, alongside these incredibly humanlike zombies that were slouched on the porch, appearing as though they could spring to life without second thought. You thought you could handle at least one event at the fair, but as soon as the moon became an ivory outline in the dark indigo sky, your confidence wilted.

“It’s okay, really. You guys go and I’ll meet you on the other side. I’ll be fine.”

You could tell the staff wanted you to hurry the hell up and skedaddle. The large groups that entered the house at a time were being held up because of you. You stepped off to the side and let the group wobble into the house, your friends the ring leaders and gripping one another with iron clutches.

“Next group step up!” The staff shouted. Then, he glanced at you.

“Are you gonna go with this next group?”

“Probably n—“

The initial fleeting stare you were supposed to aim down the lineup quickly transformed to a slowed analyzation as you noticed the boy before you, the monstrously tall boy with charcoal coarse locks that dipped along his forehead, the boy with soft, chocolate pooled eyes and rosy lips worn into a smile. His curt glimpsing lasted for a second, his eyes disappearing under his hood.

“Now,” You said strictly, suddenly, surprising yourself as well as the staff. “I’ll go now.”

And then you stepped in front of the two boys, taking shaky steps up the porch with a thundering pulse rattling your ribcage. You swore you could feel eyes on you, though it definitely was not coming from the haunted house. In fact, it was the last thing you remembered feeling until you stepped inside the house’s pitch blackness, your mind switching off like a light somewhere near the guy with the chainsaw.

“Hey! You’re awake!”

A pair of gentle brown eyes stared down at you. Somewhere off in the distance, you could hear the rumbling from the fair. The sky was no longer dark indigo; it was as dark as crow feathers, with luminous bulbs sparkling miles apart. You felt something beneath you shift, which was when you realized your head was on the boy’s lap.

“Did I…” You trailed off, unable to stop looking into his eyes. He nodded.

“Yeah, you kinda fainted on me back there.”

Immediately you sat up, tracing your surroundings, feeling a deep pulse in your head. You were at one of the picnic benches a little ways from the fair. You remembered walking into the house, screaming every three seconds, the roar of a saw, and then here you were.

“You don’t have to be worried.” He said. “Wonwoo is coming back with your friends. I’m Mingyu.”

“[Y/N].” You responded as the fuzziness in your brain began thinning. You fit his handsome features to the boy you’d saw in line.

“T-That’s pretty.” The boy stumbled, rapidly flitting his eyes to the side. Your cheeks were burning.

“Says every boy who wants to charm a girl ever.” You giggled in response, though you were afraid to admit it worked seamlessly. Mingyu scratched the nape of his neck.

“I tried.”

“It was an adorable try.” You assured him, hardly finding it fathomable a boy this attractive even thought you were worth complimenting. But he wasn’t engulfed in cockiness. He was shy, kind, and his brown eyes made your chest flutter.

“Was that supposed to charm me?” He remarked, quirking a brow and challenging your stare. Now it was your turn to quickly look down. However, there were residing aches in your skull, leaving you to wonder if you hit your head on something.

“Do you care if I keep lying on your lap? My head really hurts.”

“I don’t mind.” He said.

“So, are you gonna come here and faint often? You look a little bit cute on my lap. But only a little bit.”

Okay, maybe he was slightly cocky, but his scarlet flushed cheeks gave away how fast his heart was beating.

 “Only if you’re here.” You whispered airily.

Somewhere against the faint glow of the fair, Wonwoo emerged with your friends, his smile wide as he waved toward you both. Was it wrong you wished Wonwoo had taken a little longer to find them? Mingyu’s lap was comfy, warm, and his voice was a lovely lilt to your headache.

Perhaps there was a good side to being absolutely petrified.

omg!!!! tht is so kind i hope u have a spectacular day too<333