#and shes blasting Harry Potter stuff again

[genekies]

gnashing my teeth

rahrahrahrah

tears u to shreds

[sodamnradd]

Hermione Granger was going to die on his operating table.

Fuck.

Draco paced the room and tried to ignore the ghostly girl lying unconscious a few feet away.

Potter was the only person keeping Draco here and, if Granger died under his care, it was all over. The Order would blame him for her death.

“What am I meant to do with you now?” he mumbled, glaring at his patient.

He touched Granger’s pulse and felt it fading. Her skin was cold and clammy. Even her hair seemed deflated, giving up the good fight.

There was no other way.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured, feeling a flash of remorse for the fate he was bestowing on her. “I’ll make sure you don’t fall in love with me.”

--

The Order promoted Draco to main headquarters. He had his own room and went to bed with a full stomach every night. Sometimes, there was even beer.

But Draco would have slept in moth infested sheets again and eaten stale cereal for dinner every night if it meant staying away from her.

After her miraculous recovery, Granger visited him in the medical wing. Often.

The first time to thank him for saving her life. The second to borrow a book she spotted on his desk, swapping it for one of her own. The third to return his book and tell him about all the ways it had pissed her off. Before he knew it, she’d cajoled Draco into a war-time book club, reading all the books Granger bartered off other Order members.

She started confiding in him about odd things that were happening to her.

“It’s not my problem,” he cut her off, popping open his collar as the room grew three notches too hot.

“But you’re my healer.”

“I’m not your healer. I’m just a healer. A reluctant one. Your idiot friends won’t let me do much else.”

“Help me find out what’s wrong with me, and I’ll have them reassign you.”

“No.”

She was insufferably stubborn.

“See how I did that?” she asked one afternoon, squashing a fly with her palm and resuscitating it seconds later. “That’s odd.”

“That’s magic.” He feigned disinterest, swatting the irritating fly. “Couldn’t you have let it die?” Sometimes Draco wished he had.

“It’s like holding sand in my hands. I have a handful of seconds to decide whether to preserve its life or let it trickle out—Are you even listening to me?”

“I’m counting inventory.”

“Stuff your blasted inventory. This is serious!”

He made her concerns seem trivial, shooing her off and demanding she mind his office hours.

Yet she always came back, always wanted to hear his expert opinion on why Dark Magic was so easy now, why she was quicker than Harry at casting off Dementors, why she didn’t need her wand to perform magic anymore.

One evening she visited him, devastated. “Tell me why I can’t stand letting anyone touch me.”

Red mist filled Draco’s vision, noting her rumpled figure. The state of Granger’s hair was an old joke by now, but he could tell someone’s fingers had been raking through it. Her shirt was misbuttoned. She looked messy and fierce and unbearably debauched.

“It certainly looks like someone tried,” he mumbled, trying to choke down the emotion that rocked through his chest.

“Tell me, Malfoy.”

“How am I supposed to know?”

“Because you’re all I think about!” she exploded. Her face went crimson.

She cleared her throat. “I know my own body. You did something to me that night, didn’t you? When I was injured.”

She stormed forwards, poking him in the chest. “What did you do?”

He snatched her fingers in his fist. It was like he was pure whisky, and she an Incendio spell, set astray. “Fuck.” He dropped her hand at once.

Granger leapt away too, gasping. “Did that just…?”

“You almost died,” he said, physically restraining himself from reaching for her again. “I didn’t have a choice.”

“Malfoy?” Her voice was little more than a croak, her eyes too wide and innocent. Looking at him like-like—

He had to look away. “I split my magical core and gave you half.”

“Like a Horcrux?”

“It wasn’t my soul. But magic is binding in its own way.”

“What do you mean binding?”

“As in, you can tap into it now. It’s yours.”

“So I have my own magic and half of yours?”

He shrugged.

Granger’s mouth fell agape. “How do I return it to you?”

“It’s irrevocable.”

Realisation dawned on her face. “So, all of this,” she wagged a finger between them, “is because of your spell?”

“There’s no ‘this’.” He repeated the gesture. “It’s you and it’s me. Separate.”

She shook her head. “Don’t lie.”

“I’m not—”

“You looked like you wanted to commit murder when I walked in just then.”

He shifted his gaze, jaw clenching. “My magic recognizes itself in you. It’s… possessive.”

“And mine recognizes you,” she concluded. “It doesn’t like me being with anyone else. You knew this would happen?”

“Should I have let you die instead?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted, and Draco tried not to wince. “Is this it, then? We’re bound to each other for the rest of our lives?”

He couldn’t stand looking at her anymore. Remorsefully, he replied, “This is it.”

(883 words, prompt: soulmates from @dhrmonth)

[justsomerandomfanfic]

So, I'm going to start with the Marvel and Harry Potter fandoms first and then probably come back for more matchups in the future, and romantic please.

So, I'm a straight female, pronouns are she/her, proud Ravenclaw. I'm 5'1, blonde hair, blue eyes, an introvert until I get close to someone than I'm very sarcastic and silly. I like to think I'm pretty good listener and very loyal to my friends and family plus my cat. I have a very serious hand kink when it comes to guys, and I tend to fall for the bad boy who deserves a chance, and I wouldn't be afraid to stand up to him or his family. I tend to be a little naive and too trusting sometimes but I make it a point to never take any crap from anyone. I love classic rock-n-roll music, especially Def Leppard, AC/DC, Van Halen and others like that; favorite ice cream is mint chocolate chip and I'm sucker for roses (preferably dark blue ones), stealing a guy's shirt to sleep in and lots of cuddles.

I hope I provided enough information, if not, message me if you need more.

I hope you like your matchups! <333 I'll be here if you ever need more matchups! :) Thank you for requesting! I had a lot of fun writing this <333

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(Romantic) matchup;

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Marvel;

Bucky Barnes:

🥃 You were at a small bar, (you weren't normally for them), it wasn't a bad one, not loud or crowded, but open, bright, and even had a few arcade machines and the music was blasting, but playing at a nice level that wasn't going to give you a headache - it was a nice place to go with friends, which were with you; you were just having a good time, tapping your foot to the music that you chose (Def Leppard) that played on the jukebox

🥃 And then he walked in, signalling the bartender and ordering himself a drink - you couldn't seem to look away, until you did, snapping out of your head and getting back into the conversation with your friends; it wasn't until you met the mysterious man again

🥃 However long later, you and Bucky had become a couple, (you were a bit nervous and a bit introverted when you first spoke, but you got used to him, and Bucky got to see the more silly and sarcastic you) - the beginning of your relationship with the man was slow but beautiful and interesting to say the least; it took a great deal of time, but Bucky finally revealed to you most if not all about his past

🥃 You'd often stay home with Bucky, eating your favorite mint chocolate chip ice cream together while watching movies - which would then end in cuddling, your hands playing with his, ending up just talking or just listening to Bucky talk; he loves that you are a good listener, and loved listening to you talk about anything and everything

🥃 Your friends were a bit wary of him in the beginning, when you introduced Bucky to them - they were a bit worried, because of the Winter Soldier times - but you stood up for him, telling them that Bucky was actually a very kind and wonderfully sweet guy, and that he was mind controlled; your friends dropped it, and seemingly got along with him

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Harry Potter;

Draco Malfoy:

🐍 You knew Draco during Hogwarts, obviously, but as a Ravenclaw, you hardly been around the young man expect for when your house and his mixed during classes - but you didn't get to actually meet him until two years after graduation/the Battle of Hogwarts; and it was then that you saw that behind that mean exterior that he had shown through school, on the inside, he was actually a very misunderstood man (and you realized it even during the battle, you knew because of his family, he was scared that they'd hurt him, friends, or family)

🐍 You met when you were both just out and about, you were out shopping for stuff for your cat, and when you saw Draco, you recognized him immediately, and he remembered you as he walked over (almost nervously as you were feeling), before apologizing; he apologized for anything he had said to you that may have hurt your feelings, you totally forgot about what he said to you back in first year, but he remembered, and you appreciated the apology (he then asked if you wanted to join him for coffee/tea)

🐍 From then on, your little coffee/tea meetups happened more often, almost every weekend - and you got to know the real Draco, that he likes apples, the color red (funnily enough), and reading - you exchanged your interests, your love for dark blue roses, classic rock n' roll, and your beautiful cat child

🐍 Soon enough, those cafe dates ended up traveling to dinner dates (where Draco would take you to the finest restaurants in London), to pic-nics on hills of wildflowers, to movie and music nights at your place - your cat is best friends with Draco at this point - and you also may or may not have stolen almost all of Draco's shirts; he knows where they went, but he's not getting them back any time soon

🐍 So, with his hand in yours, you sit back, showing him your favorite movie series, (along with other fun Muggle stuff - just the two of you, spending time together, having the time of your lives

[made-this-cause-why-not]

Write me a Limoreau fic were Jordan is jumping on Marie's big black knockers like a trampoline and Marie is loving it. She opens her legs wide and sucks Jordan into her vortex were they merge into one being with giant black knockers, giant Korean knockers, a vortex and a Korean schlong. Then JK Rowling arrives with a sub machine gun, a nuke warhead and a rocket launcher and blasts them to kingdom come, then Stormfront rides up in a big tank and flatterns them into the floor while playing the American anthem and waving glow sticks. Then Homelander flies down and lands on the flat Limoreau, he drops his pants and squats down and lets rip, he farts on top of them, but it's watery diarrhea so he shats everywhere, splattering, caking the whole of the college in his feces and it stinks of eggs and its lumpy, Rufus uses it as a face mask and he comes out looking so sexy, it's the power of Homelander's turd. Limoreau are never found, Homelander's excrement melted them off the ground. Write my story now, you must, I commission you. Do it now.

Many many things to say here. First off, what more is there for me to write? Seems like you already have the full story locked up in your fucked up little spank bank. Second, Harry Potter doesn't exist in The Boys universe and God U is really strict on security, I doubt they will let some random 50 year old white women come on campus with an eight year old's out of breath imaginary weapon that "Literally is so much better than you gun because my gun is so cool and- and thats why you didn't tag me because- cause I have the bigger gun and your gun sucks". Third, and this is a two parter, Jordan is literally invulnerable and Marie has some of that supe invulnerability too ( which is weird cause how do you survive laser eyes and not a small little blade), so it literally wouldn't matter what the forty year old white woman has because it's Jordan fucking Li. Second part, you say vortex and as I writer I am taking artistic liberties, so I will assume by vortex you mean black hole and *out of breath eight year old voice again* "Black holes literally don't get hit, like you literally can't hurt them cause they suck everything up and if they are a black hole than they would literally be perfectly fine after everyone else does their little stuff". Fourth, homelander doesn't wipe his ass (it's canon, I am Erik Kripke) so if he tried to shit that hard the amount of dried up shit he has there would just make it so he tears his ass and die.

Also I love that this implies that you think glow sticks are patriotic. Like, what do americans use on their day of celebrating being a country- fucking fireworks or glow sticks? Get your fucking america and The Boys lore right dumbass

Obviously fuck this rascist peice of shit, I hope they choke on their own musty ass fumes.

[pleas3pretendimnothere]

My mystery pain improved somewhat this month, so I was able to read four books! I'm still behind my 1-book-a-week goal, but whatever! I care more about my body feeling better. And it's too bad none of these books really stood out this month!

The Door In the Moon

By Catherine Fisher - This is the third book in Fisher's Obsidian Mirror series. The previous two books I enjoyed for their fast pacing and colorful characters. I did recommend adventure-enthusiasts read them! However, this third book may have changed my opinion somewhat...

This book feels like filler. By the end, I was asking, "Was an adventure in mid-revolution Paris really necessary?" It all felt a bit like pandering to the dramatic allure of this historical time period. The reader realizes the setting and thinks, "Uh-oh! How will our heroes get out of this one!" At least, I suppose that's what was the intended effect... It didn't pay off for me. Instead, the book shuffles things around in a way that should feel refreshing, but instead disappoints. Side characters whom I care very little for are reintroduced and made pivotal to the plot. Meanwhile, the series' most likeable characters are pushed into the background. This mix-up destroyed Fisher's usual intense pacing! And the big ending...well, it could have easily been the ending to the previous book. Why, why, why? What happened here!?

It's tough to be three books into a series and realize you've just read a worse book. You ask, "Do I still care?" And I think I do. The previous books were strong enough, so I will be finishing the series. I'll give my final verdict then!

Life After Life

By Kate Atkinson - A book opens with a woman assassinating Hitler. You, having freshly opened the scene in your mind, must decide: heroic, or campy? That question haunted my entire read.

The majority of Life is fantastic. Our protagonist Ursula Todd is reliving her own life over and over again. Each time she dies, she relives her life with new instincts, her own intuition linking her to the mistakes of her past failed lives. We as the readers see Ursula make mistakes, and then improve upon them in the next life. We see her at her lowest, and then at her highest. She makes decisions that have positive effects in some ways, and negative effects in others. Consequences riddle each small decision. Atkinson's ability to jump between lives, sometimes in ways that can be quite confusing to the reader, brings a huge amount of fun to this read. The reader constantly asks, "What will she do different? Will her life be better or worse? Do any of her decisions actually matter at all?"

And then you remember she is somehow going to kill Hitler. Huh???

Ultimately, Atkinson made it make sense. I too would kill Hitler if I realized he was the source of all despair in all my multitude of lives! Most importantly, this is emotional, thought-provoking literature. I often found myself reflecting on my own life and the decisions I make every day, how the smallest things might affect me years down the line. And then, I wonder if any of it really matters, or if it will all just end up undone.

I really enjoyed this read, but it is quite long, and the Hitler stuff comes off as quite distracting in this year of 2024. Still, I'd highly recommend you RENT IT!

Akata Witch

By Nnedi Okorafor - A thirteen-year-old American, albino girl of Nigerian parents returns to Nigeria, where she discovers she is part of a secret society of magic-users that spans the globe. It's giving Harry Potter and Percy Jackson, folks. It's a lot of fun.

Okorafor has written a children's novel that brings the readers into the world of African magic. It's tantalizing, it's magical, it's whimsical, and, in a wonderful Riordan-esque way, still quite serious! There are stakes and risk, and our adorable cast of characters must navigate huge responsibilities suddenly placed on their shoulders. And the story, the world, always, always, it's strange, and it's fun! I had a blast reading this.

Not a lot to say about Witch, but it's a delightful, quick and easy read. If you're looking for something light and refreshing like Rick Riordan, definitely RENT IT!

God Emperor of Dune

By Frank Herbert - And now for something completely different. The brilliant new Dune film inspired my return to the books, all of which I'd gobbled up. Dune was incredibly detailed and wise. Dune Messiah was a reflective finale to its predecessor. Children of Dune brought us back into the weird intrigue and horror of Arrakis. And God Emperor...um. Don't read this book....

Wow. This book was bad. I didn't think it possible, but hoo boy! The people weren't kidding when they said "Just read the first three!" This book is a miserable, patronizing slog.

There is virtually no plot. The God Emperor Leto II spends 80% of the book taking guests into his chamber and philosophizing at them. Herbert's writing is astonishingly nuanced and intelligent--to a fault. There's so much nonsense wordplay, that at some point, you just stop trying to understand any of it. You lose interest. You ask, 300 pages in, "Wait, what the hell happened to Siona???" Then, when Duncan cries out in fear of two girls kissing, you ask, "Is Dune bad??"

And the philosophy! Good god, it's dated. Hope you enjoy sexism and homophobia in your worldly discussions! Just know I spent a lot of time laughing. (That's right! Male armies always tend towards homosexuality, which always leads to self-destruction! I so agree, Frank!!)

If you loved Dune like I did, you will not love this book. If you MUST read it, I'd advise a tailored reading experience, where all the pointless nonsense is skipped. That would be a good 70%. Otherwise, SKIP IT!

[danpuff-ao3]

I'm afraid to inform you all that Megs (@greenmegsnoham) is not a human person, but a m a c h i n e.

Just kidding, but you probably believed me for a second there. What Megs actually is is the pure personification of Virgo, running laps around the rest of us mere mortals.

This lady writes fic, records podfic, records a podcast, makes art, runs various Discord servers, runs various fandom fests, and somehow finds the time to read and comment?? She is super openminded and openhearted. She is encouraging to others. She is creative, hilarious, and helpful. All of this in fandom spaces alone, but she also has like...a real life?? Outside of this?? How, though?

And even though real life has been kicking her tail of late, she was still making stuff happen????

Not to mention, my first podcast I was featured on was because of Megs reaching out to me! And her presence in the same episode helped me stay calm and sane. We've done multiple episodes together on both Snape Chat and her own podcast, Care of Magical Shippers. She is such a blast to chat with, and listen to. And I have to credit her big time with me opening up to new opportunities and trying new things, however scary they were. And her always being such a rock through it all.

And I'm not the only person she's positively impacted. The communities she's built have been so important for so many people, making connections and building friendships and finding support and encouragement, from people all across the HP fandom. And other fandoms, now! Multi-shipper, multi-fandom, multi-talented QUEEN.)

Anyway, Megs is a big ole rockstar and I love her to death.

Fics

Exceeds Expectations

James/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 12,000. Underage. Crack treated seriously. Minor Jegulus. Minor Snegulus. Himbo James. Size difference. Enemies to lovers. Love/hate. Jealousy. Top/bottom stereotypes. Light dom/sub. Call Me Daddy Fest 2023.

No one understood.

Yes, James was tall, fit, and a Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He was handsome and extremely popular, it was just always the wrong sort of attention he desired. He knew he gave off those fuckboy vibes. One look at James, and he was clearly ready to pummel them into the ground. And that's precisely what he did, again and again, but it wasn't enough. It never would be. No one looked at James and thought, 'Damn, I'd love to wreck that arse.'

Once. Just once. Was that too much to bloody ask?!

OR

James Potter just wants to be bred.

Wait For Me

Albus Severus/Draco. Rated: E. Words: 85,000. Underage. Unrequited love. Denial of feelings. Mutual pining. Slow burn. Time skips. Secret relationship. Drama & romance. Past relationships. Background relationships. Some Drarry, endgame Dralbus. Next Gen Fest 2022.

Draco had always believed that Harry had been the one that got away. His one great love—his best friend. He had tried to let go, to find that love in another. But he had failed. He'd accepted his fate—if he couldn't have Harry in that way, just having Harry in his life could be enough. 

Despite his unrequited love, Draco’s life had changed for the better in so many ways. But nothing had changed him more than holding Harry's son in his arms—darling little Albus. That day, he became the most important person in the world to Draco. 

Watching the boy grow into the brilliant and determined young man had been a treasure, as tumultuous as it was. Be it teenage angst or failed relationships, Draco had always been there to pick up the pieces for his boy. 

Even when his feelings took a turn for the unexpected, Draco wouldn't trade their journey for the world. 

Not when his great love had been there all along—waiting for him.

OR

30 years of thirsty pining for a Potter.

Worship Thy Master

Tom/Abraxas. Tom/Avery. Tom/Mulciber. Tom/Lestrange. Tom/Nott. Tom/Rosier. Underage. Pillow princess Tom. Body worship. Denial of feelings. Slither In Fest 2022.

It's their last year at Hogwarts, and everyone is tense about passing their N.E.W.T.s. Tom isn't, and he has an excellent idea as to how he can help his fellow year mates destress.

OR

Tom gets ALLS the dick and refuses to fall in love. Because he's Tom.

Podcast

Care of Magical Shippers (Host)

Ep. 13 | Snotterly (James/Lily/Severus)

Ep 30 | Fleurmione (Fleur/Hermione)

Ep 35 | Snaco (Draco/Severus)

Snape Chat (Guest)

Ep 5 | Cokeworth

Ep 7 | Snape Lives!

ProtegoCast (Guest)

S3E3 | Vegan Dating and Relationships

Podfics

For You

written by bisexualronaldweasley, narrated by Megs. Draco/Harry. Rated: T. Length: 2 minutes. Angst. Hurt/comfort. Loneliness. Blood & injury.

It was the stack of newspapers shoved against the front door. It was the stove, cold and forgotten. It was the creaks of the old house. It was the unused Floo powder, sitting in jars on the mantle. It was the Owls that took off every day and never returned with replies. 

One week without him, and you were ruined.

Don't Fuck With Florists (They'll Fuck You Up)

written by MayMarlow, narrated by Megs. Harry/Tom. Rated: T. WIP. Time travel. Fix it fic.

Unsatisfied with his post-war life, Harry decides to get to the root of all of his problems when that root was still working at Borgin and Burkes shop in the late 40s. He’s the Master of Death, damn it, he can do what he wants for once in his life.

Tom Riddle isn’t particularly happy about working at a small, dingy shop for magical artefacts, no matter how interesting those artefacts are. He’s even less happy when an insufferable stranger sets up the most obnoxious flower shop right across the street.

What follows would be a romantic comedy, if it weren’t for politics.

for an explanation about Mutuals March, or to figure out why i wrote you a thing, please check out this post.

[mcrcki]

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closing this on 2/10/23 solely so i can be prepared for the event starting !! if we discuss writing any more starters , we totally can in dms , but for now any unplotted starter requests are closed !!

wednesday, bloody wednesday 💕 happy mini event, hidden!! super excited to get this one going with y’all, we know you will have a total blast!! i’m gonna throw together a quick combo plotting / starter call for the upcoming mini event here! just a heads up, i will be trying to focus on these plots / the pairings over my other threads. you’ll still get them, but i wanna get the mini event stuff moving at a decent pace once we start! i don’t plan on having any of my girls go unaware atm, but i am open to any and all injury plots (minor or major) and if you need someone to be unalived, hmu !! that said, y’all know my rules for the combo move here : LIKE for a plotting message on discord. RESPOND for starters. if you don’t specify who the starter is for, i’ll ignore you. and please do not request more than FOUR starters per writer, at the moment. wanna make sure i can write with everyone!! but without further ado, here’s what my babes are doing this valentine’s day

** crossed out means they are queued

                                                      𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂

chibiusa tsukino || sailor moon || unaffected - ( 1 / 4 )

she/her pronouns. lowkey expected something Insane™ to happen while she’s been here, so this was honestly not that big of a shock. will be in full sailor chibimoon form, doing whatever she can to help. if you need assistance, she’s the senshi for you!

-- plots : major / minor injuries, protecting someone, offering a place to hide, stopping someone from attacking.

usagi tsukino ( swan )

daniela dimitrescu || resident evil 8 || paired w. viscount tewkesbury - ( 3 / 4 )

she/they pronouns. decided to put themselves in the ring to get a free meal. had always intended to kill their date, but hey, this is just an added bonus, makes this that much more fun. will be going after anyone who looks like them, and anyone who stands in her way. 

-- plots : unaliving someone, injuring other people, conflict outside of the dates, pretending to be helpless to turn on someone, all around menace.

bela dimitrescu ( kasey )

yoon chi woo ( atlas )

cassandra dimitrescu ( jodie )

emma vanity || harry potter : marauders era || paired w. nancy wheeler - ( 2 / 4 )

she/her pronouns. was trying to get settled into the city and thought this would be an easy was to learn a little more about it, and if someone else was paying, who was she to say no to dinner? but now? this is way more fun. she thrives on this energy and will be having far too much fun with it. 

-- plots : unaliving someone, injuring other people, helping her friends/strangers with their attacks, offering shelter just to turn on them

rabastan lestrange ( alex )

alecto carrow ( cherry )

leia organa || star wars || paired w. han solo - ( 4 / 4 )

she/her pronouns. if she kills her husband twice, they cancel each other out right? like no one can hold her accountable for it if she just.. rights the wrong from the halloween gala? that’s how it should work at least, in her mind. will be full sith vibes again, i’m so sorry to anyone who gets in her way. she’s gonna try to control it, but really, i don’t think that’ll last for long.

-- plots : major / minor injuries , offering help to anyone who needs it (good or bad), someone trying to talk her down from this, injuring someone who does stand in her way

han solo ( mario )

yennefer of vengerberg ( alex )

jacen solo ( moon )

luke skywalker ( cherry )

marlene mckinnon || harry potter : marauders era || unaffected - ( 2 / 4 )

she/her pronouns. marlene is really having a full on ‘what the FUCK is happening!!!!!!!!!” moment. she really thought it was just fucking valentine’s day, already a bad holiday, and now she’s in full on order mode trying to stop people from committing a murder in the middle of the national mall. what was in the wine, my guys!!!

-- plots : major/minor injuries, offering people shelter, fighting against people trying to attack someone, penelope mitchell doppleganger attacks

emmeline vance ( mario )

sirius black ( jodie )

omega archeron || star wars : bad batch || paired w. renesmee cullen - ( 4 / 4 )

she/they pronouns. omega honestly?? kinda loves this. they don’t get to really cut loose all that much and not for nothing, this is a nice break from having to always be the good guy. they’ll definitely be going a little wild once they realized their date can’t be hurt that badly, but big rip to any other jessie mei li fcs :)

-- plots : injuring others, major / minor injuries, helping other people look for their dates, convincing people that this isn’t that bad

jill roberts ( swan )

yuri plisetsky ( ollie )

amber ( sunny )

billy loomis ( alex )

pj halliwell || charmed ‘98 || paired w. oliver mckinnon - ( 1 / 4 )

she/they pronouns. pj doesn’t have the active powers to actually kill someone, she’s definitely a maiming kind of person, but as much as she hates it, she kinda likes that they’re finally able to cut loose a little. they’ve always been The Good Kid, and getting to really let their powers shine now is really freeing. 

-- plots : injuring others, major / minor injuries, fighting people trying to stop them, someone to talk sense into her

oliver mckinnon ( sam )

rosemary winters || resident evil - shadows of rose || paired w. mob - ( 3 / 4 )

she/they pronouns. my moldy gal, they are finally getting a real hang on their powers and then this happens. lowkey paired with someone else who is op so like, it’s fine, it’ll probably be fine. gonna definitely be testing out the upper limits of their powers, so, so sorry to anyone who gets in the way

-- plots : injuring others, major / minor injuries, attacking people who are in the way, helping other people find their dates/injure them, maybe someone to talk them down (doubtful it’ll work)

chu wanning ( ollie )

mob ( sunny )

charles xavier ( alex )

rowena ravenclaw || harry potter - founders era || paired w. hunter - ( 2 / 4 )

she/her pronouns. rowena is a very good witch, not just morally but in skill as well. she will be struggling A Lot with this turn in her mind, and will be doing what she can to avoid hunter. will be turning to people to help keep her away, to keep him safe. she isn’t going to become something she hates. she has to fight it

-- plots : major/minor injuries, someone to lock her up, someone to try and talk sense into her, someone to corrupt her into just giving in

heron lyptus ( moon )

helena ravenclaw ( jodie )

sella palpatine || star wars || paired w. allana solo - ( 1 / 4 )

she/her pronouns. was looking forward to one!! normal!! date!!!!!!! for the love of literally everything could she have one normal date with her girlfriend, PLEASE. very much on the run, knows that allana could hurt her faster than sella could ever land a punch on them. big ‘this isn’t you’ vibes. someone please help her out, she is not going to win that fight.

-- plots : major/minor injuries, someone to offer shelter, someone to help her fight, josephine langford doppleganger attacks

samara palpatine ( moon )

sophie hatter || howl’s moving castle || unaffected - ( 2 / 4 )

she/they pronouns. they’re getting a much needed, much deserved Break. they are unaffected by this, having expected this day to be a giant rush for the shop she couldn’t take time off to go on any kind of date. real smart vibes in hindsight. will absolutely be offering help/shelter to those who may need it. if you seem dangerous, they’ll kick you out. they do not need that drama rn.

-- plots : minor / major injuries, offering shelter, offering help, trying to convince people to calm down, jessie mei li doppleganger attacks, someone to raid the shops?

lumine ( kasey )

juliet capulet ( atlas )

tatum riley || scream ‘96 || paired w. fred weasley - ( 3 / 4 )

she/her pronouns. girl is reaching final girl status no matter what it takes at this point, she is not going to be someone’s victim. v much willing to kick peoples asses to succeed in that. will be using her self defense training to beat up her date and then booking it to the nearest shelter. any tom holland fcs will also be getting some kind of punch thrown at them if they get in the way. 

-- plots : major / minor injuries, someone to offer shelter, abigail cowen doppleganger attacks, other tom holland fcs that she can beat up, someone to run with her, final girl tag team vibes

buffy summers ( swan )

stu macher ( moon )

josh washington ( blue )

victoria sutherland || twilight || unaffected - ( 4 / 4 )

she/her pronouns. best. valentine’s. day. ever. seriously, what more could she have asked for? the whole city is a total mess and she just gets to run around and grab a bite just to blame it on someone else? that’s so hot and please understand how annoying she and james are going to be about it. if you want someone to be unalived, she’s your gal. if you want a fight, she’s happy to oblige. this is victoria unaffected and just having a great time.

-- plots : unaliving someone, helping someone find their date, convincing people to just let go and have fun, being an all around terrible influence but at least she’s fun!

bree tanner ( swan )

riley biers ( mario )

mo ran ( kasey )

james witherdale ( kasey )

[smalls-words]

What Three Words?

Summary: Part 2 to Dancing In Pyjamas. The Second and Third Tasks are done, but will you save her? Or will she save you?

Pairings: Hermione Granger x Jock!Fem!Reader, Harry Potter x Reader (platonic and a lil' something else).

Warnings: Sappy love stuff involving saving Hermione; torture, blood, mind control but with victim knowledgable (Imperio, Imperius Curse), bodily control with added pain (Crucio, Cruciatus Curse), near-death experience. And then some more fluff :)

A/N - This is the most I've written in ages!! She's also a bit rushed, but I couldn't let myself go to sleep without finishing her off! I also changed it a bit, so see if you can spot it! (it's really not that hard tbh, i just didn't know how else to do it)

*let's pretend Ron isn't there, not my gif*

A few days later, morning came and you weren’t greeted by Hermione upon waking. Normally, you’d brush it off, but today you had Potions together and you kind of needed her. However, you let it go and headed down to breakfast, noticing Harry was sitting alone too. 

“Where’s Granger and Weasley?” You asked as you sat opposite him.

“I don’t know. But I’ve got my Second Task  of the tournament later. Are you coming?” He looked up at you before taking a bite of his toast.

“Yeah. Do you know what the task is?” You replied.

He nodded. “The egg held the clue.”

“Well do you remember it?” 

He nodded again. “Come and seek us where our voices sound, we cannot sing above the ground. An hour long you’ll have to look, to recover what we took.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed. “What do you think they took?” 

“I don’t know. Probably a treasured item of the contestants - come to think of it, I haven’t seen some of my things lately.”

“Maybe they took them?” You offered and he sighed. 

“Maybe. You should go to Potions. The quicker you get it done, the quicker you can come down to the Black Lake.”

You nodded and stood when your plate was empty, giving him one last glance. “I don’t blame you, by the way. You just… got caught up in the middle of it.” 

He gave you a thankful expression before you left, your mind still worrying about Hermione. She’d never miss a class, she was a star student.

She’d never miss one on purpose.

----

After Potions, which you were tempted to rename Hell because of Snape, you made your way down to the Black Lake with the other students. The twin Weasleys were offering bets for anyone and you passed them both, shaking your head as you patted them on the back. 

You hopped into one of the boats that coincidentally rowed next to the competitor’s boat, your kind eyes giving Harry some confidence. You scanned the boats around you, looking almost desperately for Hermione, but not even Ron was around. 

*They might already be on the lake. Calm down, Y/N.* You thought to yourself as the boat came to a halt. 

You climbed off, thanking Professor McGonagall as she helped you. “Professor, where’s Granger?” 

She gave you a look that confused you. It seemed worried, almost like she was trying to warn you. “Go find a seat, Y/N. We’ll be starting very shortly.” 

“Welcome to the Second Task!” Dumbledore’s voice echoed out, your House professor rushing you along onto one of the lower platforms. 

“Last night, something was stolen from each of our champions. A treasure, of sorts. These four treasures, one for each champion, now lie on the bottom of the Black Lake. In order to win, each champion need only find their treasure and return to the surface. Simple enough… except for this.” 

Your eyes scanned the dark waters, the clouds above no help. Your mind wandered to wild places and assumptions, but surely they couldn’t be correct…

“They will have one hour to do so, and one hour only. After that, they’ll be on their own. No magic will save them. You may begin at the start of the cannon-”

The cannon blasted and everyone around Filch got to experience his rotten-toothed smile. The three other champions dove into the water, and you watched Moody shove Harry in, giving you a slight giggle that was odd when your stomach was churning.

Time passed and Cedric returned to the surface with Cho, your worst fear confirmed. 

*If Ron and Hermione are gone, that means Harry is probably going to rescue Ron and Viktor will rescue Hermione.* 

However, Fleur came to the surface, begging for help as the grindylows attacked her. You threw out a Stupefy and stunned the grindylows, helping Fleur out of the water since you were standing on the ‘finish line’ stand. 

“Th-Thank you.” She shivered, cuts all over her body whilst bite marks pressed into her thighs and arms.

“Don’t worry about it. Go get a towel.” You ushered her past.

Another splash behind you alerted you and you almost dove in to help Hermione swim. Viktor’s shark head transfigured away and he helped Hermione swim towards your outstretched hand, a single pull wrenching her out of the freezing water.

“Y/N? Y/N!” She realised it was you and hugged you tightly, your grip slightly tight on her.

“Come on, you need to get these robes off and a towel.” 

You saw Seamus in the corner of your eye supplying towels and grabbed two, helping Hermione strip down as much as decently possible before wrapping her up. You rubbed up and down her arms in an attempt to keep her warm, but her blue lips and shaking form alarmed you.

“Accio Firebolt!” McGonagall cast behind you, worry built into the wrinkles of her forehead as she nodded to you.

“Get her to Madam Pomfrey.” 

You nodded back and caught your broomstick as it came grinding to a halt, hopping on as McGonagall fiddled with your broom. She placed a hand on your knee and you looked down at Hermione behind you, her soaked robes wetting yours.

“Go. Go, now!” McGonagall shouted at you.

You sped off, aiming straight for the nursing wing. Whimpers from Hermione echoed in your ears and gave you every ounce of motivation, one hand holding onto the broomstick whilst the other wrapped around her awkwardly.

“Hold on, Hermione. Just hold on for me.” You ushered.

She nodded, wrapping her arms around your waist even tighter but her shivers weren’t very good at keeping her still. Eventually, you swerved into the nursing wing with a few shouts from students, but when you came to the front door, you jumped off easily and burst through.

“I need some help, please! She’s too cold!” You yelled out, with Madam Pomfrey immediately coming towards you.

She nodded, pointing out the window as she told you that McGonagall sent a message - a bright blue firework had gone off. You sat down away from the nurses as they prepared to undress Hermione, pulling the cover sheet around her bed. 

When the nurses pulled the sheet back around, they invited you to sit by the bed before leaving you alone with her. You instantly pulled off your robe, leaving you in the rest of your uniform, and draped it over her like a blanket. 

You held her hand softly as you cupped it against your lips. “Come on, Hermione. Stay with me here.” 

You were surprised when she seemed to listen, her eyes opening. “Y/N? Have… Have you learnt a new spell recently where you can split yourself into two?”

You shook your head with a soft chuckle, bringing her hands into your lap. “No, Granger. I’m afraid that’s just your double vision.”

“Ah…” She sighed, sitting up weakly.

“Hey, hey, hey. Stay down, Hermione. You need to let your body catch up.” You pushed her back down gently, her nose brushing against yours as she tried to stay up.

“Granger…” You warned her.

She giggled softly and stopped pushing, but neither of you moved your heads. Her hand glided up your arm and she gave you a hazy smile as she cupped your cheek. “Stop worrying about me.”

“You are literally seeing double.” You sternly spoke.

“Well, lucky me - I get to see the most beautiful face in the world twice.” She countered, lifting her chin ever so slightly to capture your top lip.

Hermione was kissing you. Hermione Jean Granger, quite possibly the smartest witch of your generation, was kissing you ever so softly, like she’d practised countless times before. It was slow, it was gentle, and it was perfect. 

Except for the fact that she pulled away, leaving you both breathless. Her eyes started to shut and your hand moved behind her head, gently laying it back down.

“So so beautiful…” She trailed off, falling back asleep. 

You sat down next to her and lightly pressed your fingers to your lips, still feeling the phantom touch of her. You wanted to never forget it, but as the hours passed by, you eventually succumbed to sleep, hoping that what you just experienced wasn’t a dream.

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When Hermione woke, the heat around her felt comforting; warm enough to easily pull her back asleep if she so wished, but cold enough to not make her sweat. As she sat up slowly, she realised that she didn’t have many clothes on, but the familiarity of a robe in her grip made her look around.

Your sleeping form was enough to stop her thoughts.

She’d never seen you sleep before. It was odd - seeing your face still when it normally held a grin or smirk of some sort. Sure, you looked peaceful, but there was a furrow in your brows that she recognised as an unpleasant dream. 

Then her eyes trailed down your body. Your uniform sagged slightly from the position you sat in, but she relatively knew what it looked like. Many evenings spent by you as you worked out had your form etched into her mind, a memory she could always retrieve and secretly admire. 

“Hey.” She croaked, squeezing your hand gently.

You jolted awake and your eyes fell onto her, a small smile on her lips. “Are you okay? How are you feeling? Cold anywhere?” You fretted.

She chuckled at you. “No, Y/N, I’m fine now.” 

“Good.” You sighed in relief, sitting back down in your chair, only now realising you were still holding her hand.

You moved to let go but her grip held fast on your hand, using you to pull herself up. “Can you pass me those clothes, please?” 

You handed them over and closed your eyes, yet still able to picture Hermione in front of you. She gave you a tap on your palm to let you know she was done, moving to stand up with shaky legs. 

“Easy, Granger.” You smirked softly, hiding your worry as you helped her take a few steps forward to regain her balance. 

“Thanks, Y/N.” She hugged you tightly and you sighed into it, almost picking her up off the floor.

“You’re always welcome.” 

“Shall we have some dinner?” She asked as she pulled away from you.

“Sure.” You offered your hand and she took it, swinging it childishly as you walked through the halls.

----

As you sat opposite Hermione, with Ginny and Angelina sitting by her side, you watched her closely. She was telling them the story of how she got taken, not even looking at you which made your heart ache.

*For Merlin’s sake, Y/N, you’re not on her mind 24/7.* You thought to yourself before the events of a pre-dinner came back. 

Dumbledore had announced that in light of the events of the Second Task, the Third Task would take place tomorrow evening to minimise the possible effect and injuries of other innocent students. That made you slightly happier, as then none of your friends would be in serious danger anymore. 

Eventually, your appetite was lost and you made your way back to the common room, your robe resting on your bed thanks to the castle elves. A knock at the door had your frustrations and fatigue bubble up to the surface, a sigh coming out quite quickly. “I’m not in the mood, Weasley Jr-”

“It’s me.” 

“Oh. Come in, why are you knocking? It’s your room too, Granger.” You opened the door.

“I know.” She stated as she entered, walking awkwardly around the room. 

You climbed over to your bed and sighed into the comfortable sheets, clutching your stuffed lion with your Gryffindor emblem on it until you heard whispers in the bathroom. You groaned, hoping they would go away, but they didn’t.

“Granger. Stop. Studying.” You grumbled out in short huffs.

You heard footsteps come to your bed and opened one eye, seeing confusion as Hermione’s expression. You sighed, sitting up. “What’s wrong?”

“Did I do anything before I woke up?” She asked you plainly. 

“Gotta be more specific.” You yawned.

She turned away from you, pacing back and forth in a distance that matched the length of her bed. “Because I had this dream, and I can’t tell if it was real or not.” 

Your eyes opened properly now, looking at her. Did she remember? Did she remember filling your heart with peace at the slightest touch of her lips? Did she remember the way you calmed her with nothing short of a few words?

“What was in your dream?” You needed the answer.

“You were there. Um- Uh- Sitting in the chair next to me and holding my hand.” She replied quickly. 

Too quickly.

“Maybe you just opened your eyes a little bit when I was sleeping.” You shrugged, hiding the complete and utter weight that fell on your heart. 

“Yeah. Yeah, maybe.” She mumbled.

“Goodnight, Granger.” You mumbled, turning back into your bed. 

Hermione couldn’t sleep as fast as you, but she tried to. She climbed into bed, facing away from you until she knew you would be asleep. So, after ten minutes on the dot, she turned around to see you asleep.

Compared to how she found you after waking up, you seemed to be more relaxed. You didn’t have the crease on your forehead, which she thought would mean that you were having a pleasant dream. 

She could only hope it was pleasant as her memory of kissing you. 

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A select few from each school, including some Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors, were rushing to get down to the Maze, which had ‘mysteriously’ grown via Moody’s creation. Stands had been built to house the four different groups of fans, each with banners and flags alike. 

You sat next to Hermione in the Gryffindor stand, cheering along as Harry came out from the champions change rooms. Then, you were silenced by Dumbledore, who explained how the task would work before the champions set off. 

Instantly, the four groups began to sit in silence, hoping for their champions to return unscathed, but the first of red sparks went up into the air only three minutes in. A bright blue light came from the maze and everyone began to cheer, but nobody saw the winner land back in the rightful spot. 

Dumbledore began to speak with Moody quietly, with the people in the stands groaning as they made their way to leave. You, however, felt a sense of unease rest within your stomach. 

“Granger…” You put your arm in front of her and she hid slightly behind you.

Dumbledore suddenly jumped back as Moody writhed on the floor, his entire body shaking as howls and grunts of pain echoed out. Then, his head jerked up and you eyed the infamous Death Eater. 

“Barty Crouch Junior.” Dumbledore spat, with Snape and McGonagall’s wands at the ready beside him.

Suddenly, a blinding flash of light had you looking away, only to feel Hermione slip past you and run down to Harry, crouched over a familiar yellow jumper as he cried. 

“My boy…” Mr Diggory from a few metres away muttered.

“Let me through. Let me through! That’s my son!”

He pushed past you and you stumbled, catching yourself on Ginny in front of you with an apology she immediately accepted. 

“That’s my boy!” Mr Diggory cried, kneeling down by Cedric’s corpse.

You raced down as Barty made a dash to grab Hermione, shoving her away and getting yourself captured instead. He gripped you tight like a snake with its prey, his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick your neck whilst his wand was pressed to your throat.

“One movement and I’ll kill her.” He swore and you winced at Hermione’s cry, trying to get to you.

“No! Y/N!” 

“Granger…” You shook your head at her, but she kept fighting against Dean and Seamus.

“Y/N, please!” 

“Hermione Jean Granger!” You growled, a promise in your mind that it would be the only time you yelled at her. 

She stopped struggling but her full name from your lips wasn’t enough to keep away her tears. She shook her head as you glanced at Dumbledore, a firm nod coming from him before you turned back to her.

“Whatever happens, Hermione… I love you.” 

Her eyes widened.

And yours shut.

“Imperio!” Barty cast and you felt fear strike into your heart as you swung at Hermione wildly.

McGonagall raised her wand at Barty but Snape stepped in front of her. “If you do anything to him, it rebounds onto Y/N. If we must stop Barty, we…”

She scowled at the male professor as you kept trying to hit Hermione, tears pouring down both of your cheeks. “Please, Y/N, fight it! Please! Please, don’t hurt me...” She begged you.

“I’m trying, Hermione, I’m trying!” You cried back, a plank of wood from the stands as Hermione’s downfall; literally.

You leaned over her and wrenched off a piece of wood, raising it above your head with the intent to kill before pain radiated through your body. It felt like your skin was on fire and that your blood was boiling your organs, your body writhing to the side of Hermione just like Barty’s a few moments ago.

Hermione looked at Professor Snape, his wand out towards you. “Crucio.” He muttered again, another cry coming out of you that paled in comparison to the song of a Dementor.

“Stop! Stop, you’re hurting her!” Hermione begged.

“Barty, drop it. Now.” Dumbledore warned him, putting his wand to his chin.

Barty looked between the other students, some cowering behind others whilst they protected them, before looking back at you. He dropped his wand, ending the spell on you, before Snape did the same thing.

Hermione scrambled towards your shaking form, your eyelids fluttering closed before she saw what Barty had made you do to yourself. The piece of wood destined to have her meet death had now become lodged within your torso. “No, no! Y/N, stay awake, please!” Her melodic voice seemed miles away, even if you knew in your heart that you were in her arms.

The world faded slowly around you as you looked over at the Professors, McGonagall coming towards you in worry whilst Dumbledore and Snape conversed. Finally, you looked up at Hermione and cupped her tear-filled cheek with your hand, only for the darkness to consume your vision.

---

When you woke up, you were afraid. Afraid that the darkness wouldn’t leave, even if your eyes were open. Afraid that you had lost everything you ever wanted, because you could not even see the hands in front of you. 

Then you realised it was night, a nurse coming to light your bedside candle. “She hasn’t left your side.” She commented.

You looked down at the slight weight on your arm, surprised to find Hermione holding it as she slept on a bed connected to yours. You looked back up at the nurse. “How long have I been asleep?”

“Almost two weeks.” She reached out to touch your shoulder but you flinched, causing Hermione to wake but not show it.

“It’s alright, dear. Nobody can hurt you now.” She assured, simply leaving.

Your eyes were clenched shut until you felt fingertips dance across your stomach, a familiarity to their movements. A waltz. “Easy breaths, Y/N. In and out.” 

You slowly opened your eyes to be greeted by the glow of the candle across Hermione’s face. Her chocolate brown eyes seemed to be almost golden whilst a jagged cut stretched across her cheek, held together with butterfly strips. 

“Did I…?” You reached up to touch it and Hermione took your hand.

“What do you remember?” She asked you.

“I remember… I remember…” You strained to find the memories.

“I can’t remember anything after Moody was revealed to be a Poly-Juiced Barty Junior.” 

Hermione sighed and your thumb gently brushed over her cheek. “Hermione, did I do this to you? And don’t lie to me.” 

She leaned into your touch, a tear tracing the curve of your palm, and she nodded. You closed your eyes, begging for the memory to tell you otherwise, but it could not. 

“I hurt you. I… I didn’t mean it, Hermione, I wasn’t in control, please…” Your voice broke and she shakily exhaled.

“I know. I know it wasn’t your fault. Listen to me when I say this, Y/N. It. Wasn’t. Your. Fault.” She stated each word clearly as you hugged her tightly, repeated ‘i’m sorry’s muffled into her shirt.

She pulled away slightly and cupped your cheek, but she surprised you when she leaned in further. “It…” She kissed your left cheek. “Wasn’t…” Right cheek. “Your…” Nose.

“Fault.”

Lips.

Both of you were sound of mind, and yet, it was nothing in comparison to your dreams. Hermione pressed into you and you closed your eyes, letting her have control as her tongue bravely darted across your lips, begging for entry to explore you in a way neither of you had done so before. 

But… her tongue…

Barty.

You flinched and pulled away, your eyes squeezed shut as a whimper came from your weak chest. Hermione tearfully sighed, situating herself to your side with her head in your neck. “Shh, shh, shh. He can’t get you anymore.” 

You shuddered out a few breaths as Hermione calmly combed her fingers through your hair, kissing your nose as a gesture of kindness as her calm voice vibrated against your skin. “Now… I heard three lovely words out there… Do you think you can remember them for me?” 

You sniffed up your runny nose before you nodded, closing your eyes as that memory, distorted and sad as it was, gave you one of the warmest feelings you’d ever experienced.

“Hermione Jean Granger…” 

“Not those words, silly-”

“I love you.”

She pulled her head away from your neck and smiled at your shyness, eyes looking everywhere but hers. A hand on your cheek directed you to look straight at her, even as she came and tickled your nose with hers.

“I love you too, Y/N Melanie Black.” 

You smiled as she kissed you again, a much softer tone to it this time. One that sealed her love for you, to show you the kindness and care and love you had always had before, with a twist.

You might have fallen first, but she fell much, much harder.

[pandemoniumskey]

I’ve Got You - Sirius Black X Reader

The Masterlist

Heyo Everyone, 

Request by @turvi:  Like dark mafia Sirius and reader comes from a toxic family comes up to him crying and upset he can't see his bunny upset he "takes care" of them tells reader she doesn't need them he will give her a family just his pups and him?

Just saying, this request is awesome and I had a blast writing it. I hope I was able to do your idea justice. 

For more Harry Potter content, go check out their stuff as well.

If you have a request idea, just let me know. 

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS VERBAL ABUSE AND MURDER.

Love you all,

Pandemonium

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Sirius Orion Black was your everything. It didn’t matter to you that he was part of some mafia gang, he always treated you like a queen and gave you the world. He said it was what you deserved. Though you didn’t always believe him. 

You loved the moments you spent alone with. The lazy days where you just laid with your head on his lap, the breeze playing against your skin as you sat in his private back yard. Or the days where he took you on dates, or went for long walks. 

What you loved must were the days where you just stayed with him in bed most of the day and just cuddled. He gave the best cuddles. 

It was unfortunate that these days happened so rarely. You were often stuck at home with your toxic family. 

A day like today, was one of the days you wished you were with Sirius. You were in your room, you hadn’t eaten in three days after their last slew of insults. Your families favourite pass time was making fun of you. 

You heard all that time that you needed to lose weight because of how fat you were, and that you were ugly because of all the weight. They said you took up too much space. 

You were also used to being called a waste of space, useless, a cow, among other hurtful things. 

Though you were used to all the insults, it still hurt and often caused you to stop eating. It would take Sirius a long time to get you to eat something and the on-slot of insults would come and the cycle would repeat again. It was wearing you thin, and you didn’t know how much more you could take before you did something stupid to yourself.

You really did wish they would stop and just love you instead, but that was a no go. The day your family stopped insulting you was the day the pope would come to your house for dinner, and not the living pope, the dead ones.

There was a tap on your window. You turned around and saw that lovely face of Sirius looking at you through the glass. You slid your window open and allowed him to crawl in. 

He sat on your bed, the look of concern you knew too well on his face.

“How long has it been this time?” You tried acting like you had no idea what he was talking about. “(Y/N), I’m being serious.”

“Three days,” you let your head drop not meeting his eyes. You couldn’t. You knew he would be disappointed and you hated that look on his face. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this Sirius. I can’t handle much more from them Sirius.”

You began to sob, pressing your hands against your eyes. He pulled your hands away from your face and pulled you into a hug. You wrapped your hands tightly around him and sobbed harder into his shoulder. “I can’t do it.”

“(Y/N), the offer still stands, move in with me and you won’t ever have to worry about them again,” he said and you protested. 

“I don’t want to be a burden to you,” you whispered. You remembered all your families insults included you being a burden to them and to Sirius. “What about them? Do you know what they would do if I left and they lost their favourite punching bag?”

“Don’t you worry about them, I’ll take care of them,” he said. “Pack your bags and come with me. Please.” 

It wasn’t often that you heard that pleading in his voice. You nodded and got your things together. Within the next hour, you got everything you held precious in your heart, your clothes and other amenities and were in his room lying on his bed. 

He was laying next to you playing with your (h/c) hair with gentle fingers. He always knew how to make you fall asleep, and soon your eyes drifted shut. 

Sirius POV

It made him so angry seeing you lying on his bed looking so broken, knowing it was your family that did this to you. He was going to take care of them once and for all. No more would they be able to hurt you. No more would you hear the insults they threw at you. 

He had enough of picking up your broken pieces and putting you back together when you could just be whole and happy all the time. 

He went to their house. He knocked on the door, but not waiting for an answer, he knocked the door over striding into the house. 

“The fuck are you doing!” Your father shouted, producing a gun. 

Sirius growled, his vicious side coming out. Few people knew his ability of becoming a giant dog. He and the mafia he was part of were the only people he knew of that could change their forms. (Y/N) had the ability too, but he refused to allow her to join until she could be his and only his.

Because so few people knew of this ability, he intended to use that side today, to tear them limb from limb and make them unrecognizable. 

“Sirius what are you doing here?” Your mother said coming into the room, she always had a thing for flirting with Sirius when your father wasn’t in the room, he thought it was disgusting. It always made his skin crawl. 

“Fucker just comes barging in here!” your father says waving the gun around. Sirius wasn’t scared. He was angry, when he felt intensely angry, no other emotion could permeate. “He’s probably here to get that fat bitch and bring her to his house to fill up like the disgusting cow she is.”

Your mother laughed at that and the switch flipped in Sirius’s head. That was all he needed. He snarled, sinking to all fours and becoming the great black dog everyone associated with death. 

He lounged for your father first. His claws sank into his chest and the man began to scream as he was forced onto his back on the floor. As a dog, you were his mate, and nobody hurt his mate without paying for it. And once he mated, he was mated for life. He would love you and love you forever. 

His jaws opened and he snapped at the mans arm shaking him like a toy before his arm tore away. He screamed more and Sirius moved on to clawing and ripping away at the rest of his body until he stopped moving. Blood covered the living room. He was satisfied with his work. 

The woman laughed again hysterically, “you did that all for me didn’t you handsome. Now we can be together without any interruptions. Dump (Y/N) and be with me instead.”

Sirius turned to her and walked closer. He snapped at her quickly, making quick work of her. Once she too was dead he made his way back to your father and lifted his leg, urinating on his remains and left the house. If you would have had any siblings, he would have either saved them, or killed them as well, but you were the only child, which made his job easy. 

He didn’t become human again until he was in his house. He made his way to his room where you were still sleeping. He prayed he wouldn’t wake you up before he could get into the bathroom. He looked at you for a moment, all the love he felt for you bubbling up in his chest.

Quickly, he turned away and began gathering his things for a shower. He didn’t want you seeing him covered in blood. 

Your POV

You woke up with a yawn and noticed Sirius with his back to you. He was covered in blood, and all sleepiness was removed from you. 

“Sirius, is that your blood?” He frozen and turned around. 

“No,” was all he said. 

“Who’s is it then?”

“Promise you won’t be mad at me?” That question made you worry for a moment. 

“I promise, just tell me who’s blood it is.”

“Your parents. I told you I’d take care of them and I did,” he said it quickly, pleading with you with his eyes not to be mad at him. 

You never would have thought Sirius would do such a thing for you. It made your heart swell with love, how could you be angry with this man for setting you free. You smiled. 

“I’m not mad at you. Thank you,” you whispered, standing up and walking over to him. You hugged him tight, not caring if you got blood all over you. You needed Sirius to see how grateful you were. 

“Now that they were taken care of, we can move on with our life,” he said eagerly. “We’ll build our own family, with little pups of our own. I’ll start right now.”

He picked you up, carrying you into the bathroom. You giggled, you loved this man so much. 

[blackbat05]

Whatever it takes

Fred Weasley x Reader

A/N: To my faithful followers, you must also know that I'm a huge HP fan! Recently had a lot of things on my mind and I thought this would be the best way to recollect my thoughts and also start on a new character! Enjoy and like/comment/reblog!🙏🏼

Genre: PG-13, please read with care.

Notes: Creating my own stuff? So some things may not be the same as what we fans know in the HP Universe! The concept is mostly the same though. And to me, all my favs are still alive. Mentions of real-life topics (e.g. discrimination).

***

A poof could be heard from the kitchen, which could only mean one thing. Your mind is no longer wrought with anxiety as a familiar redhead peeks into the living room.

'Hello love.' Fred kisses your cheek, taking a seat on the sofa.

'You hurt?' You hate to have your recent conversations start off like this as of late but you knew it was necessary. As much as you loved him, he was one stubborn git.

'No,' he sees the doubtful look that you throw him. 'Honest, it's just a few cuts - failed to detect a hex while trying to get a kid back home. You sighed, wordlessly taking out your wand as he stretches out his arm.

As you work the fresh injuries that scattered on his forearm, you see the framed picture behind Fred. It was summer of 94', not too long after you got together with him. He came running into your common room, telling you that you were invited to spend your holidays with the wonderful Weasley family.

You could vividly remember the happenings of the photo - Ron attempting to shake George away, Ginny getting piggybacked from Charlie, Percy being... Percy while Harry and Hermione look on with amusement

So where did it all go wrong?

The staunch supporters of Voldermort lurking in the midst of the wizarding world, ready to strike at their master's order? Or the Ministry in denial, assuring the community that this was merely just a baseless rumor? Or corrupt officials posing as the good guys? Waiting to strike out the boy who lived once and for all.

'Just be careful not to say his name around mom.' Fred reminds you.

It was one of these days where you wanted to retort back, but your logical side tells you to stand down. So you simply nod, changing to another topic.

'Did Ron contact you?'

Fred shakes his head, 'It's too risky. Death eaters are monitoring every single transmission that's recognized by the Ministry. But they'll be ok.' His eyes catch a couple of documents lying on the table. 'Remus?'

'I'm helping him to develop a secure channel for travel. We're hoping to take some death eaters by surprise.'

'How?'

'Well, he may have loyal followers who blindly do his bidding but we have people who are willing to fight for peace no matter what. And that is greater than anything else.' You heal the last bit of his cuts.

Fred sees your facial expression lined with worry. A pang of guilt hits him in the gut. You had enough on your plate as a muggle-born. Now, you had associations with the most hated wizarding family.

'Stop it, Freddie.' You pull him out of his thoughts. He looks at you blankly. 'You're going there again. Don't.' The two of you had this argument multiple times. Him leaving you.

'I chose this. I cannot be living in fear and I certainly cannot have my parents becoming a target. If you fight, I'll fight until the end with you.'

He takes your hand in his, sitting in front of the fireplace. The amber glow clearly brings out his battle-worn figure, and you cannot help but tear at the feeling of his calloused hand.

'I'm gonna kill these bastards if it's the last thing I do.'

But of course, you don't tell him that.

***

A second blast nearly knocks you out, but you manage to take cover under the rubble. A figure runs to you, hands filled with various pottered plants. You recognized that dirt-covered blouse anywhere.

'Professor Sprout?'

'Quick! Lob these over!' She gives you a carnivorous plant that could breathe fire when fully grown. You were about to toss it over when you see him. Or rather, it.

Consumed by rage, you take the plant with you, having a very clear idea of what you're about to do with it.

***

Fred sends another repulsion charm into a Death eater who topples into the chaos below. He turns his attention to the traumatized Ravenclaw girl, passing her over to Katie.

'Have you seen Y/N?'

'She ran past me a few minutes ago!' Katie informs him. 'I think she was chasing Greyback.'

His heart stops, unable to process the information. 'Where? Katie, where did she go?'

Fred runs towards what used to be the Hufflepuff common room. As he gets past the smoke, he sees two figures within the ring of fire.

He wants to get to you, to fight with you. On the third step, the explosion throws him back.

The last thing he sees is Fenir lunging for your neck.

***

'Your sister was killed by Fenir Greyback?'

'I didn't know until my parents told me. Of course, they believed it was a car accident gone wrong. But I know a wolf bite when I see one.'

'And you must be the younger mudblood.' Greyback wolfishly grins at you, blood dripping from his fangs that only fuelled your anger. He doesn't miss you gripping your wand tightly, causing your knuckles to turn white.

'You will pay for the blood that you spilled. I'm going to make you pay for the crimes you inflicted on these children.' Your voice trembled. You knew the risks of putting an enlargement spell on the deadly plant, but the animal needed to pay for his part in this war.

Throwing the plant, you pointed your wand straight at Greyback who was maliciously taunting you. Then your vision changes.

All those late nights, sitting with Fred in the living room, wondering when this madness, this unreasonable crusade would end. Despite the darkness looming over your head, those moments were the brightest for you.

You wonder if you were hallucinating as you see Fred running from the main hall, mouth desperately forming words.

'I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry.'

***

Molly Weasley trotters along the streets of London, arriving at the same run-down shop. Ensuring that the muggles were occupied getting about, she steps through the glass door, arriving at St Mungo.

She walked past the reception, having memorized the directory by heart. Getting into the lift, she presses the button with the small sign 'long-term stay' beside it.

The war was over, things were slowly getting back to normal. But Molly knew that it would never be the same. She walks into the ward, setting her basket beside her son who was occupying the other visitor chair.

'Any progress?'

Fred smiles ruefully at his mother. 'Healer Haden doesn't see her waking up soon.'

She sits beside him, watching the sun overlook wizards and witches go by their daily living.

'She should have been there when we won.' Fred's bitterness bites through the air. 'It's not fair that after everything she's been through, she's lying here mom, it's not fair. I really thought we could start a life together.'

Molly can only sympathize. She takes out a yellow journal from the basket, passing it to Fred who looks puzzled.

'Y/N's never kept a journal before.'

'Must be during the war. Your father managed to get the Ministry to turn it over.'

This jogs Fred's memory. 'That's why she ran. The Ministry-'

'They raided her house when she was identified as a major critic of Pius Thicknesse.' Molly admits. Fred does not know how to respond.

His mother finally leaves, leaving him deep in thoughts. Fred stares at the journal sitting at your bedside.

No, that would be an invasion of your privacy.

'One day when this all ends, I don't want people to forget the blood that was spilled in exchange for peace.'

Curiosity pulls him in like a magnet. Cradling your journal in his hands strangely brings him a sense of comfort, knowing that this was proof of your presence. He opens the book, bringing himself to be beside you.

***

Fred was fast asleep on the bed. You slip out of the covers, not wanting to wake him. Today was another difficult day. Another auror dead. Another trusted ally, gone.

And Fred was there to witness everything.

He sees you moving towards the porch, quill at the ready. He knows that he's imagining this through your words, but he's hesitant about violating your privacy.

People are dying because of a twisted ideology. Am I scared? Beyond terrified. No one wins. But what choice do we have? I'm not going to live in fear because of my status or my skin color. I have come to realize that peace isn't given. It is earned.

I'm honored and comforted to know that despite the viciousness that comes living in this world, there are people who are right and just, who are willing to fight the good fight.

Everyone's limits are being tested. But Fred's confident that we'll win. Maybe that's just our denial trying to shield us. I call it hope. Much needed hope. The only thing that keeps me going.

Hermione helped me to track down Dad and Mom a few weeks ago. They're currently in Japan. Perhaps when this war is over, I can finally lift the spell. There's so much that I want to tell them.

Freddie. I'll bring him along too. I'm sure he'll love to see Asia. We'll travel for a bit and maybe settle down. He hopes for baby girls one day and that's not surprising seeing that he was nearly raised in almost a house full of boys.

Children. Yes. I'm fighting so that my future child can continue to enjoy the peace. I'm fighting so that they can coexist with pure-bloods, half-bloods, and muggle-borns.

Whatever it takes.

A teardrop wets the letter S on the page. What did the world have against the two of you to pull such a cruel and elaborate trick? He thinks about your parents, blissfully unaware of their daughter who had a major role in stopping the war.

Fred looks at you, sleeping peacefully. He doesn't want to leave your side.

He also will not mope around. You wouldn't want that.

He knows what he has to do.

***

Tokyo, Japan

6 months later

The bright neon lights flashed around him, muggle Christmas music blasting through their muggle speakers as Fred walks through Takeshita Street. He steps aside to prevent being trampled over by the crowd.

Taking out the photograph of you and him, he points it towards the skies, taking a photo. You would have been proud of him for using the camera.

You would have loved it here.

'God woman! The number of lights! They could light up the entire Hogsmeade!'

'You're right, but they have really good food ok! You have to come with me one day, you won't regret it! Muggle food is so much better than what Ron makes it out to be.'

He can't help but feel jealous at the couples walking along the streets, enjoying what Christmas had to offer.

Fred sees it from afar. A Patronus in the shape of a magpie moving towards the back alley that Fred was at. Fred moves quickly, anxious about what was to come.

The Patronus opens its mouth, with the voice of his dear twin brother emitting from it. What happened next, he certainly did not expect.

'Fred, she's awake.'

***

A/N: Not me writing this in one whole sitting? Guess that's what happened when you're very done with your assignments and just have things in mind. Hope you enjoyed it! Not sure how my nighttime writing fared🙃.

[deadmomjokes]

Do you have some happy family memories you could share?

I can sure try!

The tragic thing about having undiagnosed and thus untreated and unmitigated depression and anxiety since approximately the age of 7, is that my childhood and teenage memories are somewhat scarce and the ones that exist are frequently a bit gray-tinted emotionally speaking.

But I do remember that my mom, being a professional nerd and raising us to keep that legacy going, made a point of taking us to midnight book premieres at the local Books-A-Million. And by local, I mean "minimum one hour drive across state lines". So it was a big deal, and we made it such. We went to the whole thing, from 8pm to midnight, in costume, including my younger sister who was probably too young to be staying up that late, but it was for LITERATURE darn it! After the clock struck midnight and we trudged through the line to get our pre-ordered copy of the book in question, we would start the trek back home, stopping at Sonic on the way for exorbitant amounts of ice cream so that we would be sure to stay awake for the whole ride back. The ones I remember most clearly are the last 3 Harry Potter books (it was back before a JKR really went off the deep end, and before we were super well educated about antisemitism in media), and one of the Eragon books. Do I remember which one? Nope. I wasn't into Eragon at all, but my big sister was, so we went.

Just like how my sisters weren't into Star Trek, but we all went to the matinee premier of the first reboot because I was into it. And, let's be real, the OG Trekkies that were my parents wanted to see it, too. So we staked out the theater in the mall (again, an hour+ drive to the next state) to get tickets the minute they opened, and my mom sat in the back with me because I was so excited and worked up that I had triggered the Anxiety Button in my brain, and had to keep running out to go hurl in the popcorn-smelling mall-theater bathrooms.

I have a lot of fond memories of that Mall Cinemark, honestly. My dad loves movies, and at least once a year, he would decide there was something we simply had to see-- be it because it was something he really wanted to see, or because we kids wouldn’t shut up about it-- and we’d make a whole day of it. Go to dinner at a restaurant (usually a pan-Asian place) ((Five Star Buffet and Hibachi my beloved, ily bby)), see movie, long drive home discussing it in depth, stay up way too late in the process. In particular I remember Sharkboy and Lavagirl, because we were juuuuuust the right age to NEED TO SEE THAT MOVIE NOW. My dad, however, has craptacular eyesight, and even with his recent Lasik surgery (back when Lasik was pretty new in our area), he still had great difficulty with his vision. With screens in particular. Partway through, he dipped out into the hall, and I asked my mom what was going on. She explained that that my dad actually can’t see 3-D. It doesn’t work for him, and never has, and gives him migraines. (even the new Real-D doesn’t work for him.) But he took us to see a 3-D heavy gimmick movie because we asked, and he’s an acts-of-service kind of person.

I remember, too, the first time my sisters and I went to that theater without our mom. She had passed before the final Harry Potter movie came out (again, pls don’t come for me, we were young and uneducated and JKR wasn’t known to be a terrible person at the time). My sisters and I went to the midnight premiere-- the first midnight premiere we’d ever done without her. I was quite certain that I was going to have a terrible time, because it was constantly in the back of my mind that “mom’s not here, we’re doing this without her, she never got to see this like she wanted”. And yet the minute we got there and got our over-salted popcorn and ungodly-huge root beer buckets, it was just like Old Times. We had a blast, and stopped for ice cream at Sonic on the way home.

And speaking of nerd stuff with the sisters, I got to attend my first ever convention with them, and it was incredible. We even got the full 3-day passes, leading up to The Big Event of a John Rhys-Davies/Peter Hambleton panel we really wanted to see. It was also going to be our first ever cosplay competition the second day, and we spent weeks trying to put stuff together.

The first day we did a casual Supernatural group cosplay, which meant I was carrying my apartment’s communal carton of table salt around all day while sweating it out in a guns-n-roses T-shirt and corduroy jacket. Note to all con newbies: IT BE HOT. Dress accordingly. By the end of day 1, which was really just Morning to Noon for us, I started feeling a bit blah. Oh well, probably just nerves, right?

The second day dawned and I woke up feeling miserable. But it was the day of the cosplay competition, so I put on my big kid boots and whipped out the curling iron. We were doing a Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, and Smaug the Dragon group cosplay, so we slathered my little sister’s feet in liquid latex and shaved a section of fake fur over the top of it. My big sister was our Thorin, and we actually did a pretty good scale-mail jerkin thing out of cardboard and shiny silver fabric scavenged from the local thrift store. My costume was the most involved (and as such, the most janky)-- a homemade hi-lo dress in mottled red, black, and gold, and a shoulder shrug cape cut with deep dragon-wing scallops. We made it to my exact measurements, but this was, indeed, our first rodeo and we didn’t have our mom to remind us to allow for seams, so when I went to put it on, I couldn’t get it zipped. We whipped out the excess fabric and wrapped my torso mummy-style, with discount Spanx underneath, and I finally slithered my way into it just in time to get there and realize....

We sucked.

Big time.

We were way out of our league, guys. You could absolutely tell we were the Noobs in the room. You’ve seen those Pro Cosplayer people, the ones that make full costume departments look like amateurs. We were in a room full of THOSE, and we had rolled up with our Goodwill Discount Rack Halloween Costumes. It was mortifying. And yet....

They were so kind, y’all. Even the judges were nice and listened to us present our shabby rags with big, genuine smiles. This middle-aged guy in full medieval getup adopted us during the wait and gave us bottles of water from his own personal bag of them because, as I mentioned above, conventions be HOT. This guy in a full metal lego man suit told us about his first ever cosplay he attempted, where his cardboard suit got wet in the rain, melted and ripped, and left him in his undies with no backup outfit in sight. When my sister’s latex feet began to peel and we started panicking visibly, a girl in elaborate, mystical-looking anime cosplay informed us of the Cosplay First Aid booth on the main floor, where there were people who would help you fix wardrobe emergencies and malfunctions, and even had a touch-up makeup kit. It was all so welcoming and kind, and even tho I’m still kind of embarrassed, it restores my faith in humanity to this day.

After that, we went and caught a comedy magic show and toured the rest of the booths we had missed the day before. But by then, I was starting to feel really, really miserable.

I woke up the next morning and couldn’t talk. I was running a fever, and felt like death. I was devastated because I was going to miss ALL the panels we had planned on, but especially the JR-D/PH one I had been so looking forward to. I insisted my sisters go without me because we had paid for those passes, darn it. They went, I stayed home on the couch and marathonned Lord of the Rings.

When they returned, they were acting very sneaky. I asked what was up, and they showed me a video. They had gotten a video of John and Peter saying hi to me by name, and John even said he hoped I felt better soon. I cried. It was a whole thing. I love my sisters. (Not just because they break the rules slightly to get famous nerd-adjacent actors to wish me well, but that was a pretty stellar sister movie, ngl.)

As for more recent memories, I’m particularly fond of the time when my husband and I, after less than a month in our little starter dorm-apartment, and less than 2 months of being married, were plagued with Stinky Sink. Our apartment/dorm was the bottom of a 3-tier setup, and sometimes the sink decided to back up by reason of something a higher-up apartment had sent down the disposal. It would belch noxious fumes, and make the whole apartment reek of sewer.

We did not know this the first time it happened.

Cue panic and running from the apartment gagging and laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. My husband braved the Stonk to go in and shut our bedroom door in the hope of saving it from the smell. We called maintenance, they said “as long as it’s not pouring stuff onto the floor, we’ll get to it within a week.” A WEEK.

We decided to make an event of it. If we needed to confine ourselves to the one un-tainted block of air in the place (the bedroom), we were gonna have fun. So first, we walked down the hill to the campus grocery store (glorified convenience store) and bought a bunch of junk food. Think road trip snacks. Chips Ahoy and gummy worms, OJ, the works. Then we walked all the way back and dashed through the stink-cloud to lock ourselves in the bedroom.

By the way, this was late July and the apartment had no AC. So we rolled up our outer layer of clothes-- we were too scared to go back out for a towel, it was REALLY stanky, y’all-- and used it to block the crack under the door. We opened the window and tilted the blinds so nobody could see in, cranked up the fan, and had a slumber party in our underwear binge-watching Gravity Falls for the first time ever. Complete with staying up past midnight and laughing so hard we nearly peed ourselves.

They say to marry your best friend, and it’s moments like that that show why you should.

But yeah, I know this was long, so sorry about that, but I hope that for whatever reason you asked, you found something helpful or enjoyable here.

[missdawnandherdusk]

Beautiful Ghosts

Ghost!Reader X Draco

Summary: Request: @sydthekid1518​: I had an Idea for a draco fic, where y/n is a ghost that’s fairly popular with the students and staff, and draco falls for her and stuff? And then maybe y/n and Harry create a plan that would allow reader to come back to life and stuff and be with draco.

A/N: Happy spooky season to all and to all a good night filled with Draco Malfoy. I’m so excited about how this turned out and that I got it done before Halloween because the odds weren’t looking to hot not gonna lie, but here it is and it’s beautiful. As always, let me know what y’all think,,,

“Y/n, please don’t disturb my students,” Snape droned with a monotone voice.

“You’ve got no power over me, Severus,” I laughed, ghosting away from his Slytherins working on Polyjuice potion.

“But I do have control in this classroom, dead or not Miss Y/n, this is my domain,” Snape argued, ruffled.

“I’m eternally bonded to this school. It’s my domain more than it is yours,” I countered, perched on his desk.

“Blasted ghosts,” A boy muttered, catching my attention, “No respect for authority,”

Tilting my head, I made my way over to him, studying the young Slytherin. He was about the age that I was when I had died, moved on, crossed the veil—whatever. His steady grey eyes and twisted sneer told me all that I needed to know about him.

“Another Malfoy,” I mused. “Interesting... And where’s your respect for the dead Mr. Malfoy?”

His eyes went wide at the idea that I was addressing him at all. Like I spooked him. Imagine that, a ghost spooking someone.

“Enough Ms. Y/n. Kindly refrain from scaring my students if you must stay,” Snape intervened. “I’m not scared,” Malfoy shot back.

“Boo!” I teased before passing through the walls of the dungeon and into my favorite spot in the entire castle, even living: the library.

I never had so much time on my hands before being dead, and now I could just take a book and read. Pince had been able to enchant them in such a way that I was able to hold them and turn their pages still. I was in the middle of a riveting tale about a boy who never grew up and had his destiny forced upon him and could fly. Perched on one of the tops of the shelves, I was lost in another world of magic.

“I didn’t know you could read,” I heard the same condescending voice from Severus’ potions class earlier that day.

“Little Malfoy,” I smiled down at him, closing my book. “And why would you assume that? I don’t look that stupid, do I?”

“Well, no,” He fumbled. “But you’re a ghost, you’re dead,”

“Yes, and I like to read, anything else?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Don’t call me little Malfoy. My name’s Draco,” He huffed.

“But it annoys you,” I mocked a pout. “And you are a little Malfoy, a bit taller than your father, but young all the same,”

“Who are you calling young? We’re the same age,” His voice raised enough that Pince had to shush him.

“I was born in 1776, I think you’re a little young,”

“1776!?” Draco’s eyes bulged. “But... how? You’re...” Pince hushed him again. I floated down and perched on the desk, trying and failing to contain my laughter.

“Oh, so now you care little Malfoy?” I teased lightly. “What happened to your dismissal of spirits not hours ago?” He didn’t have an answer for that. He just stared and didn’t dare to meet my eyes. “If you really want to know, I’ll tell you some time, but you’re going to be late for McGonagall if you don’t get going,”

Flustered, Draco headed out of the library and I watched him go. Knowing that Remus had a class this hour with the infamous Harry Potter, I headed over and perched on a desk in the back.

“Miss Y/n,” Remus acknowledged, “Perhaps you’d like to aid us today as we learn about ghosts and spirits?” Even though he had grown quite a bit over the years, there was still the same shine in his eyes when he was able to teach—even if it wasn’t a rag-tag group of marauders.

“So... you’re a ghost?” A young Hermione asked, a girl who spent a lot of hours in my library.

“Yes,” I smiled at her. “There are different types of ghosts however,”

“Oh, yes, Poltergeists, Funnels, Whisps, Orbs, and Shades,” She said matter-of-factly.

“Exactly, and Hogwarts has them all,” I looked to Remus who nodded for me to continue. “Most of you know that Peeves is a Poltergeist, a trickster loud ghost. Sometimes they were loud and violent, sometimes... well sometimes you have something like Peeves.” The class laughed.

“I’m sure you all have heard of the Grey Lady?” Remus interjected. “Helena Ravenclaw was murdered by the Bloody Baron and spends the rest of her days here at Hogwarts, they are both what we classify as Funnel ghosts. Ghosts who visit loved ones or loved places,”

“What about Whisps?” An intrigued Weasley asked.

“Well, most others are Whisps,” I explained. “Nearly Headless Nick, the Fat Friar, and most others you see strolling about. There is no strict reason that they’re here, other than they chose not to move on, or felt their work on earth was not completed.”

“Orbs are normally the spirits of animals or humans travelling about,” I continued, “They mainly show up in photographs. It wasn’t till after I died that cameras were invented, and they were found,”

“Any what kind of ghost are you?” A shy kid in the back asked. The class of kids turned to me, all expectant.

“I’m a Shade,” I explained. “It means that when I died, I wasn’t meant to. My soul knowing that, remained, and here I am,”

“Shades are very rare in the Wizarding World,” Remus cut in, “Not many are killed before their time, and many of them are very young,”

“Aren’t Shades allowed to come back though?” Hermione asked. “Because they were wrongfully killed? Doesn’t fate allow them another chance?”

Remus and I shared a look. I remembered when he had asked me that same question when he was no more than a third year as well. There was a solemn sorrow in his eyes.

“Yes,” I answered hesitantly. “There is a possibility, but the odds are almost impossible. Most of them have to do around prophecies.”

Class had ended, and Hermione waved as she went to leave. I lingered behind a bit with Remus for old times’ sake. He was one who had always been kind to me. I was one who never judged him for being a werewolf before he found his marauders.

“Sirius escaped from Azkaban,” He whispered softly, his gaze fixed on the papers on his desk. “I... I thought I was over it. Over him. He had my best friends killed,”

Pity flooded my chest as I hovered over to him, my hand ghosting above his.

“That wasn’t your fault Remus...” Was I going to give away the truth that I knew? Or would I keep it a secret? “And it wasn’t Sirius’ either,”

“How can you say that!” Remus slammed his hand on the desk. “He gave away Lily and James’ location! Then he killed Peter!”

“Remus,” I shook my head. “I can’t tell you everything, because it’s not in the stars, but... your friend isn’t who you think he is,”

A quiet moment passed between us and rather than get upset at me like I had thought he would, he spoke softly and surely.

“You’re... you’re saying there’s hope?”

“There’s always hope,” I offered a soft smile. “For all of us... even me,”

“How are you doing with that? The prophecy?” He asked.

I sighed and shook my head. “I might really be stuck like this for the rest of... forever...” 

“Is there anything...?”

“No,” I denied softly. “Interfering with a prophecy can ruin it,”

“Can,” Remus stressed. “Not that it will,”

“But is it worth that risk?” I countered. “I could lose my one shot to come back. To be human again,”

“If I could be human again, I’d take any chance I could,” Remus’ eyes held a sadness that very few could sympathize with. One of those was me.

“Perhaps you’re right,” I murmured and let him be, drifting around the halls for a bit then back to the library to think some more and maybe find the right answer.

What I didn’t expect to find however was Draco, fast asleep where we had spoken earlier, draped over a few books and handwritten notes. I hadn’t noticed the late hour, sometimes time did elude me, and the days seemed to run together.

I didn’t want to wake the young Malfoy, instead, I peered at the books underneath him. Potions books, it seemed. Supposing that a Slytherin might have a partiality to Snape’s class, there was no need to question why he’d rather work on this subject than the others. Knowing Pince would chase Draco out of the library if he didn’t wake, my notion to not disturb him fell to the wayside.

“Malfoy!” I whispered loudly. “Draco, wake up!”

It was useless to try and shake him awake, I wasn’t able to. I could however pull the book out from under his resting head. So, I did.

“Bloody hell,” Draco grumbled, rubbing his eyes. “What’d you do that for?” 

“You fell asleep?”

“And that was the only way you know how to wake a person?” He snapped, blinking into consciousness.

I gave him a flat look and reached out to touch him. He shied away, but it was in vain because my hand passed right through his material body.

“Oh,” He muttered. “But you can touch the books?”

“Pince and I worked on that together,” I informed him. “Did you think I would spend eternity and not figure out how to read?”

“I... uh,” He stammered, blushing a bit. “How come I’ve never met a ghost like you before?” 

“And that means?” I pressed, perching on the desk.

“Well, all of the other ghosts are... I don’t know... stuck in their ways? Not sad about being ghosts? Haven’t kept up on things like reading?”

“You think I’m sad about being a ghost?” I mused.

“I... you—I mean,” He stammered, looking down in embarrassment. “You just seem... optimistically hopeless,” It was almost mumbled through his exhaustion.

“You know those words have opposite meaning, right?” I teased softly. “And... I’m a Shade. I doubt you’ve met another before like me,”

“A Shade?”

“Do you not pay attention in Remus’ class?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t have his class until tomorrow,” Draco dismayed. “And it’s a stupid class anyway,”

“Defense against the dark arts isn’t stupid,” I refuted. “Especially with Remus teaching it,”

“You knew him then... when he went here. Professor Lupin,” Draco noted.

“Yes,” Lost in thought, a quietness passed before I spoke again. “When you learn what a Shade is, you’ll understand,”

“You could just tell me,” Draco whined, listlessly tired.

“But then you won’t pay attention in class,” I smiled. “Go on to bed, Draco. I’m not going anywhere,”

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Draco sulked in bed that night, thinking about you. Thinking about what a Shade was. Of course, he didn’t wait for class in the morning, instead he took out his DADA book and began to read up on ghosts. And he read. And read. And read. And barely found anything about what a Shade was. All that he knew was that you died when before your time. Maybe that was why he saw the sadness in your eyes.

He had every intention to be at Lupin’s class that day, but having Mythical Creatures beforehand, things hadn’t gone as planned.

“There’s always one,” Your voice sounded amused. “Why am I not surprised it was you, Little Malfoy?”

“It was the bloody hippogriff,” Draco snapped back.

“And somehow I don’t think that’s the entire truth,” You mused, hovering at his bedside. Until Pomfrey gave him the clear to leave, he was stuck with you.

“Won’t you just leave me alone?” He groaned, closing his eyes and laying back on the lumpy pillows of the hospital cot.

“Did you not want to learn about Shades? You’re going to miss Remus’ class after all,” The smile he heard in your voice made him look over to you, skeptical.

Your offer was tempting. Very tempting. He didn’t care much about magic other than excelling at it, therefore things that didn’t pertain to his advancement—mythical creatures and the like— held no inkling to him. And yet, you were a mystery he didn’t mind learning about. He wanted to know more about you. And you specifically.

“I guess, since I’m stuck here,” He tried to play it off as nonchalance, but you raised an eyebrow at him, seeing right through his charade.

“Well, Little Malfoy,” You hovered and perched on the end of his bed. “What do you know?”

“I... uh. Shades are people who have died before their time,” He stammered, not sure why he was so nervous.

“Quite,” You nodded. “Anything else?”

“Our book didn’t have anything else,” He admitted.

You went pensive a moment then nodded. “I suppose that you’d learn more about me in Divination than the Dark Arts,”

“Divination? You’ve got to be bloody joking! That class is a circus!” Draco exclaimed, wincing when he moved his arm too much.

“Perhaps,” You didn’t berate him, but seemed to be lost in thought once more. “But all Shades are tied to prophecies.”

“All of them?” Draco pressed.

“The fates understand that these souls left before their time, and give them another chance, a prophecy... to come back and live one more time.”

“So, you have the chance to live again?” His genuine curiosity seemed to shock both of you. “How?”

“If the prophecy is fulfilled, then I get to live again,” You said it as if it were obvious. 

“So, why haven’t you, I don’t know... fulfilled it?” Draco asked.

You laughed something sad and soft. “Don’t you think I’ve tried? I’ve read every prophecy, every book, every scribble. I’ve tried everything... after so many centuries, you give up hope and accept your fate,”

“But this wasn’t your fate,” He argued back. “You were meant to live, back then, whatever that life was,”

“Do you know what happened when I was young, before I died, Little Malfoy?” You spoke, and he could hear the age in your voice though you liked no older than he was. It was your sorrow that aged you. He waited for you to continue. “I was born in 1776, the year the Americans went to war with the King of England. At the time we were living in the French countryside with my aunt because my father had gone to fight in the war. He was a general,” A smile ghosted your lips. “My father died in the war... the battle of Yorktown... that’s what it’s called today. Back then it was just a letter and inheritance money that went to my brother,”

“Hang on, you’re saying that your father fought in the American War of Independence? Under the king?”

“So, he can be taught,” You smiled at him. “Yes, the king at the time was a wizard and until parliament and the ministry were born and declared that muggles and wizards should rule themselves. Of course, the ministry was formed in the beginning of that century, but it took the war for them to call the final straw.”

“So, your father died in the war, that doesn’t explain what happened to you,” Draco pointed out, deeply invested.

“Well, tell me, what happened in France after that war ended?”

“The French Revolution,”

Your warm smile had the same effect as the sun. “Yes, and as I said, I was in France at the time, being tutored at home for the summer. Muggle girls weren’t allowed to go to school back then... I travelled to Hogwarts to receive schooling and even then, I was only allowed to learn Herbology and Potions. At least those two classes stayed the same,” You sounded sad and wistful. “But the revolutionists were going for the rich, any sort of rich. And at the time, they saw knowledge as wealth and power, and I had a reputation for being able to read and attending a private school out of the country and well...”

“They killed you because you knew how to read?” Draco distressed, sitting up, enraptured by your tale. “That’s so... stupid,”

“It was. But perhaps it was my own fault, I wouldn’t deny that I could read. I was proud.” Your smile faded again as melancholy settled on your face. “Now it seems that’s all I do. Fate is funny like that...”

“You’re free to go Mr. Malfoy,” Madam Pomfrey’s voice seemed to draw you both from whatever world had been created with your words.

He had to blink a few times to come to grips with the fact that he was currently in the hospital wing at Hogwarts, and not centuries behind, trying to imagine death for the reason of knowledge. There was an awkward moment between the two of you as you both seemed to realize that you were no longer int eh late eighteenth century. You offered a smile and left without another word, a curious look on your face as you left.

That was the last time he saw you that day, and that week for that matter, but he always wondered what you were doing. What were you reading today? What was your prophecy? Was it really as hopeless as you said it was? Was there a reason that he found himself caring?

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“Oh, hello Harry,” I stood from the corner of Remus’ office, intrigued that the young Potter had come. He looked so much like his father that my heart ached for Remus and to imagine what he felt when he saw Harry.

“Y/n,” Harry seemed surprised. “I... uh... you know Professor Lupin?”

“Well I was here when he went to Hogwarts himself, so yes, I’m quite fond of him if you can believe it,” I smiled as Remus eyed the situation.

“Is there something that you needed Harry?” Remus asked, trying to sound professional, but I could hear the sentiment in his voice.

“The map...” Harry turned slightly pink.

A smile grew on my face. “You have the Marauder’s Map?” I almost laughed. “How in the world did you get that? Oh, if your father knew,” I did laugh this time.

Remus shot me a sharp look and Harry looked at me in wonder.

“My father? You knew my father?” The realization seemed to dawn him.

“Yes, well,” Remus interjected sharply. “Don’t get caught again Potter,”

“Why haven’t you told him?” I demanded as soon as Harry left. “Remus, come on, that’s not fair to Harry,”

“I’m not the one to tell him though! I can’t be!” He protested and I could hear the anxiety in his voice.

“Remus, I’ve known you a long time. And I’ve known James and Lily. They would want you to talk to him. They would want you apart of his life,” I argued, or perhaps encouraged softly.

“Maybe you’re right,” Remus mumbled.

“Of course, I am,” I smiled. “It’ll work out Re, with Sirius, and with Harry,” 

“I hope you’re right,”

I left him to his thoughts and on my way to the library, I was ambushed by the younger Potter. Not that I wasn’t expecting it, I knew that Harry would have questions for me as soon as he knew I knew his father.

“Hello Harry,” I smiled.

“You know about my dad,” He burst out, hope in his eyes and tone.

“And your mother,” I smiled and perched on the windowsill nearby.

“Can you tell me about them? Please?” His eyes went glossy with tears that he blinked away.

“Your mother was bold, but still kind and gentle. She looked out for the little guy. She rooted for the underdog and protected the younger years of any House. She was always kind to me. Her and Remus both.” The memory was fond, if it was a memory. Did ghosts have memories after they were dead?

“And my dad?” He clung to every word.

“He... was a bit like you. Always finding trouble whether it was his fault or not. Totally deserved to be smacked a few times... but the war changed him. He grew up rather quickly. Into a protective caring young man. Almost everyone had eyes for him, but he only saw your mother,”

“Do... you think they would be proud of me?” His gaze dropped to his beat-up sneakers. 

“Harry,” I called his attention. “You’re their son, they’ll always be proud of you,” 

“But—”

“No buts,” I interjected. “That’s all it takes for you to make them proud, I promise,”

He nodded and mumbled a thanks before taking off toward the Gryffindor dorm. Finding solace in the library, I began to read again. Maybe a week had passed. Perhaps two. I wasn’t sure. I was so wrapped up in my books that I became lost to time. Until a blond-haired boy came in, his nose stuck in a book.

“I was wondering when I’d see you again Little Malfoy,” I smiled, from my perch in the library. He didn’t acknowledge me, causing me to frown. “Draco?” I ghosted down and perched on the table next to him. “Are you ghosting a ghost?”

Though he ignored me I could see the smile that twitched at his lips. That gave me little hope. “Is everything alright?” I asked, genuine concern coloring my voice.

“Ask Potter,” Draco snapped. “You seem to fancy him lately,”

“Excuse me?” I was taken aback. “Harry? He just wanted to know about his parents, that’s all,” 

Draco frowned at this and he finally looked at me. “His parents?”

“Yes,” I rolled my eyes. “It’s not like he has a lot of people who know his parents and are willing to tell him anything. Dumbledore has made almost everyone vow not to talk to him, but what good is a vow to someone who’s already in the grave?” I shrugged. “Poor kid knows nothing,”

“I...” Draco didn’t seem to have the words. Instead he looked back down at his book. I smiled and rolled my eyes at his antics.

“If you care that much, you are still my favorite Little Malfoy,” His cheeks tinged pink and I laughed. “You’re something else Malfoy, you know that?”

“Says the girl who died for admitting that she could read instead of lying,” He raised an eyebrow at me. I chuckled and shrugged.

“Says the boy who avoided me for what, two weeks, because I talked to a boy about his dead parents,” I mused.

“It wasn’t two weeks,” Draco grumbled. “Nine days,” 

“Oh, forgive me,” I laughed. “Nine days.”

He smiled and looked back down at his notes. I think it was the first time I had ever seen him smile and not sneer.

“So, nine days,” He prompted. “I assume you haven’t left the library... read anything interesting?”

I laughed and somehow the hours passed as Draco and I spoke about books and stories we had read as kids, and the ones we were currently invested in. It shocked me to know that he was an avid reader, of fantasy novels, nonetheless. Though I had read just about everyone that he had mentioned, there were a few that I added to my mental list of his that I said I would check out. He seemed sincerely happy at my interest of the books he read.

“Father thought they were childish,” He muttered when I asked him about it. “Fairytales and fantasies,”

“That’s stupid,” I scoffed, and Draco gaped at me, aghast that I would dare to call something his father said ‘stupid.’ It made me pause. “You... you know you don’t have to always agree with your parents,”

His gaze cast downward. “I don’t want to disappoint them,”

My face furrowed. “You’re they’re son, that’s enough for them to be proud,”

“You don’t know my parents,” He scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “I think the last time they were proud of me, is when I was sorted into Slytherin.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” I protested.

“You don’t know my parents,” Draco argued again.

“I do,” I retorted. “Or I did,”

The notion seemed to dawn on Draco as he stared up at me with wonder in his eyes. 

“You did,” He realized. “Can you tell me about them... have they always been so...” 

“Strict?” I offered.

“Suffocating,” Draco supplied.

I pressed my lips together and thought a moment.

“Your father, perhaps. I never spoke to him much, and he never paid me mind. But you mother,” I smiled at the memories that came flooding back. “She was bold, cunning. She loved her sisters with a fierce passion.” My smile. “The three of them were some of the brightest witches I’d ever seen,” I glanced over to him. “You have her eyes, her same spirit,”

A smile drew on his lips as his face turned a soft shade of pink. “Do you know that because you’re a ghost?” He mused.

“No, I’m just a girl who can read character pretty well. After seeing so many faces pass through here, and reading so many stories, there are those who stand out and stay with you. Your mother... she stood out to me. And I can see her in your eyes,” My demeanor softened as I realized the words I was saying and if I could have, I would have blushed.

“Thank you,” He whispered as the clock chimed a late hour.

“You should head back,” I sighed softly. “Get some rest,”

“Why don’t I ever see you near the Slytherin dorm?” Draco asked, gathering his things. 

“I’d rather not cross paths with the Baron,” I admitted.

“The Baron? Why?” Draco frowned; his bag slung over his shoulder.

“Never you mind,” I smiled. “Get to bed Little Malfoy,”

“Don’t call me that,” He grumbled, trudging out of the library.

The night progressed as did the month and I went from one book to another, soon searching for a book I hadn’t in a long time. My diary from when I was alive. Published as its own book that I had found a few decades ago. Tucked into the pages was what held my fate. My prophecy.

I went to the shelf in which I knew my book had its home, but it wasn’t there. Instead a sliver of time carved away by my missing book. Drifting over to Pince I asked her about where my book had gone. She told me that Malfoy had checked it out and had it for about a week—since the day we spent in the infirmary together.

For the first time in a long time I felt... embarrassed that my story and thoughts were on display for anyone to read. I never cared before, but this felt different.

Cursing the late hour, I knew that there was no way to get to Draco now. The Bloody Baron was protective about other ghosts coming into the Slytherin dorms. I’d have to find him in the morning then. I considered loitering outside the Slytherin portrait, but I also did not want to go anywhere near the Bloody Baron. I had heard and read enough.

So instead I headed to the Astronomy Tower to watch the stars again, having silent conversations with them, wondering if they’d ever grant me life again.

“You’re glowing,”

The voice startled me enough that I actually jumped. The irony of scaring a ghost. I turned to see Draco behind me, his eyes glued to my shimmering skin.

“Yes, all ghosts do it under the moon and stars,” I noted. “By the way, can I have my book back?” I stood, going over to him.

“Your book?” He questioned.

“My book,” I restressed. “My diary? That you have from the library? The one that has my—” I stopped myself.

“Your prophecy.” Draco finished, offering me the book that he had drawn from his robes. “Yeah, I know.”

I stared at him curiously, pulling the book back into the security of my arms, where it belonged. That uncertain feeling returned to my chest.

“You know it’s rude to read a girl’s diary,” I retorted, defensive.

“It’s a published book in the library, anyone can read it,” Draco rolled his eyes. I gave him a flat look and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “So, have you figured out what it means?”

I sighed softly and shook my head in defeat. “The only thing I’m sure of is the great star is Sirius,”

“Sirius, like Sirius Black? Escaped Azkaban criminal?” Draco exasperated.

“Well, the star is his name sake. But I’m sure you of all people know that Draco,” I raised an eyebrow at him. “Your family has a knack for celestial namesakes. If I remember correctly, Sirius is your mother’s cousin,”

“What?” Draco demanded. “No! There is no way!”

“Draco,” I reached out for him in vain as he paced in anger and confusion. “Draco will you calm down?” I nearly shouted.

“Calm down!? How can I when I know that I’m related to that criminal!?” He demanded.

“Sirius isn’t a criminal!” I argued back. “He didn’t kill Peter or those people!” I gasped, covering my mouth in shame, my eyes wide. That was a secret that I wasn’t supposed to tell.

“What do you mean he didn’t kill those people?” Draco sneered, stalking up to me.

“I—I’m not supposed to...” I took a step back, ghostly tears welling in my eyes. “I wasn’t supposed to... Merlin,” I cried, sliding to the ground.

Draco’s demeanor changed from anger to worried and concerned. Not that I noticed through my distress. I felt as if I had just betrayed one of my best friends.

“Y/n, what... what in the world are you talking about?” Draco asked sitting beside me, a failed attempt to reach out and comfort me.

“I promised. I promised I wouldn’t tell what I knew until the time was right,” I sobbed. “Bloody hell, he’ll never trust me again,” I squeaked.

“Who?” Draco demanded.

I looked at him, wide eyed with fear, shaking my head softly. “I... I can’t. I’m sorry Draco,”

I dematerialized and rematerialized in a quiet portion of the castle grounds, away from the rest of the students, among the woods. The trees welcomed me and the further I walked in, the less tied to the castle I felt. I came to a lake and sat beside it. Crying tears that would never fall in my undead state, I stared at the water and my lack of reflection.

“I’m so sorry Sirius,” I wept softly. “I didn’t mean to tell him... I was just defending you,”

“I’m surprised you kept the secret this long,”

Again, I jumped, startled by the voice behind me.

“Hey there Spooks,” Sirius gave a lopsided smile, the years in Azkaban resting in his eyes and in the lines on his face.

“Sirius,” I gasped. “What are you doing? It’s not safe here!” I protested.

“I couldn’t leave my girl to cry, now could I?” He smirked, before his expression sobered.

 “You should,” I sniffed. “I’m so sorry Sirius, it slipped out,”

“I know,” He held his hands up in a calming effort. “I knew it would, and it’s okay. Who did you tell? It wasn’t Moony was it?”

“No,” I looked down. “But you need to tell him Sirius, he deserves to know,”

“He won’t even talk to me. He thinks that I betrayed James and Lily and killed all of his friends,” Sirius toed at the dirt—the same tick he had in his Hogwarts years when he had been caught in a lie or prank.

“But you didn’t,” I protested. “He still loves you Sirius, I can see it in his eyes and when he talks about you and James...”

“He—no,” Sirius shook his head. “That’s not for you to worry about,”

“Do not make me mother you,” I threatened. “Talk to Remus,”

“I will,” Sirius sighed. “When the time is right,”

“As a girl who’s waited for centuries for the right time... talk to him as soon as you can,” There was a pity-filled look on his face that I brushed off.

“Any luck with that? Your prophecy?” He seemed almost hopeful.

“No,” I sighed. “But there is one who took the time to ask this year. Like Remus did his first year,” The memory was a soft spot for both of us.

“You were his first friend,” Sirius smiled at the same memory. “So, who is it this year?” 

“Little Malfoy,”

Sirius snorted. “We both know you don’t have a sense of humor, drop the act,”

“I’m ser—” He gave me a look and I paused to rephrase. “I’m telling the truth. It was Draco who asked, who read my diary, and knows about the prophecy,” I hesitated. “He’s also the one I told,” My gaze dropped to the ground waiting for the backlash.

“Malfoy!?” Sirius demanded. “You told Malfoy!?”

“I’m sorry! I told you I was sorry!” I shouted back, bristling, feeling my body shudder. Sirius seemed to notice and took a few paces away and composed himself.

I dared to speak. “All he knows is that you didn’t kill Peter. That’s all. I’m so sorry Sirius,” I turned, and he was gone. “Fine! Leave!” I shouted. “Like always... like everyone...”

I let out a scream of frustration that was carried away with the wind. Letting out a sigh of defeat I wandered up to the castle again.

“Y/n?” For the third time tonight, I jumped at the call of my name. It was Draco again.

 “Draco, look,” I started. “I...”

“No,” He stopped me softly. “I’m sorry... I...” He shook his head and took off down the hall towards the Slytherin dorms. Chasing after him, he was too far gone, and I was face to face with the Baron.

“Oh, could this night get any worse?” I shouted to no one in particular. “I don’t mean to trespass, apologies.”

“Stay out of my territory and away from my students, you little harlot,” The Baron sneered. 

“Gladly,” I growled back. “Arse,” I muttered as I ghosted back to the upper levels of the castle.

Utterly lost on what to do, I found myself by the Black Lake, staring up at the moon and stars. I stayed there until the sun rose over the dark waters, painting the valleys in a golden light. I remained there, watching the sun and moon dance in the sky in an unchangeable waltz that continued for eternity.

“They said you were out here,”

I didn’t jump this time at the sound of his voice as the moon rose to her duet again.

“Hello, Draco,” I murmured softly. “Come to watch the stars with me?”

“Sure,” I could hear the smile in his voice as he sat beside me on the bank of the lake, the only sound was the music of the night, the lake lapping at the small beach, and his gentle breaths.

“I... I’m really sorry,” He murmured softly. “For that night, I didn’t mean to get so angry. I wasn’t upset with you...” Silence fell softly between us. “My parents never told me... I wrote to my mother...” My eyes widened as I gazed over at him, his pale skin almost having the same affect that mine did in the moon light. “I never knew...”

“I’m sorry,” I offered.

“Merlin don’t apologize to me,” He laughed hopelessly.

“Well I did sort of freak out on you, so... sorry.”

He shrugged and his gaze fixed on the moonlit water. “My father thinks it’s absurd that I’m talking to you... and I think my mother is slightly worried about me for it,”

“Any particular reason?” I mused.

“Father has always been against those different than him in any way... my mother probably worries that I’m not making friends...talking to ghosts...” A smile toyed at his lips at the mention of his mother.

“Are we not friends then?” I teased lightly, causing him to laugh.

“Sure,” He rolled his eyes at me, this time causing me to laugh. “Do you miss them?” He asked after a quiet moment.

“Who?”

“Your parents... your family?” He seemed almost afraid to ask.

I pondered the question. “Yes, sometimes... but I’ve spent a lot of years wasting tears that will never fall over people I can never see again... you move on and learn to live after a while... well as much as a ghost can live,”

“You can’t cry, can you?” He came to the fact easier and saner than most did.

I shook my head. “I can feel bitter sorrow, the worst loss, but I can never shed a tear,” I chuckled humorlessly. “The irony, I have the most to mourn and I can’t even cry,”

“I’m sorry,”

I shrugged. “I’ve lived a long time without being able to cry... just reminds me that I’ll never be quite human again,”

“But you could be,” He had more hope than I ever had about the fact. 

“Yeah,” I scoffed. “That stupid prophecy,”

“I don’t think it’s stupid,”

“You’ve haven’t spent centuries wondering what it meant,” I argued back:

“In the days when evil lurks around every corner; 

The condemned will become innocent; 

And the innocent will become condemned; 

True love can reanimate a deceased heart; 

Under the star of Great Dog; 

She will become alive as time is altered; 

Two souls will be set free that day as the star takes her place.”

“True love,” I scoffed again; my lips pressed together. “Like some sort of stupid fairytale,” 

“I thought you said that fairytales weren’t stupid,” Draco raised an eyebrow at me smirking.

“They’re not,” I rolled my eyes. “Believing that there’s true love out there to save me? That’s stupid,”

“Then maybe there’s no hope for any of us,” Draco sighed. “If someone like you can’t find true love, where’s the hope for the rest of us,”

A smile ghosted me lips at his words as I looked over to him, his eyes still trained on the water.

“You’re really sweet sometimes, you know that Malfoy?” His eyes darted to mine as his cheeks tinged pink.

“Will you come back inside?” He asked softly. “The library isn’t as interesting without you there,”

“Sure,” I smiled warmly at him.

Fall turned to winter turned to spring, and Draco and I spent a lot more time together than I cared to admit. He was almost easier to talk to than anyone else I had met. And that was saying something, because I knew Remus Lupin, who was fascinated with my fascination of the young Malfoy.

But all the same, I found myself crave Draco’s company more and more and cursing the Baron for not letting me see him while he was in his dorm. It was rough when he came down with a cold and I wasn’t able to see him for a week. No number of books could distract me from the fact that he wasn’t there to talk to. That he wasn’t here to talk to me. I had never missed anyone like this before.

But when he felt better, we’d press curfew to mere minutes just to get another word in with each other. Then he’d have to be human and I’d have to remember that I didn’t belong in his world and never could. It didn’t stop me, however, from finding and talking to him the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that.

Then there was a day in late spring that caught my attention as Sirius had finally gotten to Harry and his friends, but things had gone from bad to worse as I watched the scene unfold, doing the only thing I could think of, I spirited away to find Remus. He would know what to do, he would know how to help.

After I had explained what I had seen, Remus grabbed his wand and took off towards the Whomping Willow. I followed him, and as soon as I left the castle, I felt the dark presence of the dementors around me.

“No!” I shouted, going up to meet them, and for the first time in a long time gave into my spiritual power, long enough to hold them off and let Remus pass through safely.

I hovered over the Shrieking Shack, keeping the dementors as bay, away from Sirius, away from Remus. They didn’t dare to go near my pure light that was amplified by the full moon. Soon I saw the three of them emerge, Peter in chains, when the light of the full moon hit my little Remus.

With a cry of desperation, I did my best to keep the dementors away as I watched the horrors unfold before me before I couldn’t take it any long and chased after Remus, who was not a wolf into the wood.

“Remus!?” I shouted; my voice lost with the wind. “Remus, it’s me! Please come out!” I caught sight of Hermione and Harry and gestured that they should leave, and quickly. “Remus!?”

I heard a growl and turned, seeing golden scared eyes. 

“Hey,” I cooed softly. “You’re alright, you can’t hurt me,” 

A pained howl left his lips.

“I know,” I replied. “But you’re going to be alright, let get you back, yeah? To Prongs and Pads, they’re waiting for you.” Tears I wanted to cry weren’t shed at the pitiful heartbreaking whine that left his lips.

But he let me lead him back to the Shrieking Shack all the same. I stayed with him until McGonagall and Dumbledore came. There was a soft thank you from the both of them. I drifted back to the castle, pacing in anxiety.

“Y/n?” It was Draco’s voice. I turned.

“Draco, it’s not safe!” I squeaked. “What are you doing out of bed!?”

“I had to see you,” He confessed. “There are rumors, about Black and Lupin... I thought you’d... Are you alright?”

“Draco, really,” I glanced around, cursing that I couldn’t drag him inside to where it was safer. “It’s not safe for you out here,”

“Bloody hell, Y/n, what about you!?”

“I’m already dead! So, unless you’d like to join me!” I shouted, realizing after the fact what I had said. “Draco, I didn’t mean that,”

“You’re keeping things from me,” It was a broken accusation. “About Sirius, about Remus,”

“Draco, please,” I pulled away. “I... I have to go, I have to make sure that he’s alright,” My eyes trailed up to the top of the tower, knowing that I may have been the reason that Sirius was in chains again.

“No!” Draco shouted, drawing my attention.

He had never demanded anything of me before, not like this. It wasn’t the fact that he told me to stop, it was the notion that he had found his own voice in it that caused me to pause. I waited for him to continue.

“I’ve spent all year, all of my three years here, knowing you, and getting to know you and I’m not going to let you walk away again! I want to know! I don’t want this you can’t tell me act. If anyone, you can tell me. Can’t you trust me? Please,” His voice broke, unshed tears in his eyes.

“Draco,” My non-material heart broke a bit as he stood before me, vulnerable. Shaking and terrified I nodded. “Remus... is a werewolf. Sirius is an Animagus. Peter betrayed the Potters, and Sirius went to confront him. Peter faked his death and killed all those people and it was blamed on Sirius...” In my nervousness I began to ramble:

“...and Sirius and Remus confronted Peter tonight and Harry and his friends were there and I had to fight off dementors so that Sirius would be okay because I couldn’t bear to see him get hurt for something he didn’t do and then I had to go and help Remus because it’s a full moon and he won’t hurt me but for the love of merlin he will hurt you so will you please go inside!”

Draco gaped at me, in utter disbelief.

“Please Draco, go inside,”

“Only if you come with me,” He recovered.

My thoughts for Sirius were forgotten as I took a step closer to him. Instead, all I could see and focus on was the heartbreak on his face and the hand that he held out for me. A hand that I wanted to accept but knew that I couldn’t because I would phase right through him. Never had I loathed being dead so much but in that moment when all I wanted to do was comfort him.

For the first time in almost two hundred years, tears slid down my cheeks. I barely noticed. 

“Please,” His voice shook as did his hand as it remained extended to me. “Please, Y/n,” 

The moon fell behind the mountains as the sun shed her first light onto us.

And with reckless abandon, I reached out for him, for his hand. In desperation and false hope, closing my eyes, knowing my heart would never break more that in the next few moments for not being a part of his world.

Then my hand felt softness and warmth.

I gasped and jerked back, and Draco seemed to realize this as I did.

“You just...” He stammered.

“I...” Trembling, I held my hand up, the sunlight no longer passing through it but refracting off of it. I finally reached up and felt the wetness of tears on my cheeks as I gasped in pure joy.

“I’m human,” I laughed, “I’m human!” I marveled at my rosy skin and the soft green fabric of my dress as I felt the grass beneath my feet. After a moment, I, at last, looked to Draco, who seemed to be frozen in a state of wonder and disbelief, and almost... scared.

“Draco,” I called softly, “It’s me,” I offered my hand to him, the grin not leaving my face. 

“You’re... and...”

I nodded and smiled, taking a step closer to him. “Not scared of ghosts, are you?” I teased softly.

He finally laughed and took my hand, pulling me close, into the comfort of his arms. I began to cry again because for the first time in two hundred and fifty years, I was hugged. I clung to him, my fingers marveling at the softness of his shirt, trailing up into his hair.

“Merlin,” Draco pulled away softly. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,”

Before I could ask him what he meant—or argue that I had been waiting longer than he ever had—he pressed his lips to mine, and in that moment, I swear I could have died all over again in his arms.

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In the days when evil lurks around every corner, 

The condemned will become innocent,

And the innocent will become condemned.

True love can reanimate a deceased heart, 

Under the star of Great Dog,

She will become alive as time is altered; 

Two souls will be set free that day as the star takes her place.

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[clarrissanewt]

Hey! I love ur fics especially the Harry ones and I stan Harry!

Can u do Harry Potter×fem!reader where Harry and Reader are in muggle world (reader is aware of muggle stuff) and they are are on couch wearing sweatshirts, vibing to music (maybe Taylor Swift or One Direction or Shawn Mendes anyone u like) and having snacks and reader keeps jumping on the couch, Harry is doing some stupid moves and reader laughs and they are finally exhausted-

I will leave the rest to ur imagination! Thanx a lot ♥️

Heart Me

Pairing: Harry Potter x fem!reader

Warnings: modern!au

Requests are open!

A/n: ah! i heart harry staners;)

A special thanks to @devilstains for the help in the playlist^

hope you enjoy!

If laziness had a face, Harry asserted inside his mind, it would have definitely been him and Y/n. Taking a quick glance out of the heavily fogged window, he sighed inaudibly at the chewing thought of what happened last week when Y/n had decided to switch to this sleep alluring music.

He needed some cacophony.

As he trudged out of the little divine they made on the couch, the girl was shaken from her reverie. Cold waft was never her thing.

Screw you, Potter.

Her eyes lingered on his receding figure as he tiptoed out of the room and somewhere two rooms away, the door crashed shut like a Potter made missile was shot through a cannon.

Merlin, she rolled her eyes as she reluctantly shook off the blanket that squished her into the so-called infinite horizon of the couch, this boy loved being secretive as much as he loved troubles (she wasn’t going to herald that he loved her more than anything...what’s the fun if your words ain't star-crossed?)

As the sharp bang clashed and echoed through the otherwise serene apartment of theirs, Y/n was already trying not to wrap her head around this oncoming surprise...maybe this would be the forthcoming of the wild Potter as if the long gone Dark Lord had possessed him again.

She well knew that he wasn’t into gory stuff, at least not with her. So what was this upcoming hurricane about?

As if on a cue, the wooden door was banged into her face, and Harry’s eyes, much to the prior contentment, turned berating as he got the brunt of the situation.

Yeah, very well, actually screw you, Potter.

“I’m-”

“Shut up,” Y/n hissed, turning away from him, the murderous glint of red flaring through her orbs.

“Sorry,” Harry mumbled, timidly flexing his burly arms, a strange habit he caught over time whenever he messed up with things.

As he watched her storming away from him, well actually towards the kitchen counter, he was mentally (very prudently) calculating what ways the kitchen could aid to murder a man.

Knife? Check.

A murderous girlfriend? Checked for the whole lifetime.

As he sheepishly advanced towards the living room, the sound base spurring some lazy songs much to his displeasure was enough.

Hurricane Potter (if you even call him that) wasn’t storming away to be mocked. With quick darting steps, he shut off the current playlist that was obviously chosen by Y/n, eliciting a nasty groan from the kitchen.

Ten seconds for mission ‘Murder Scarhead’.

Quite not.

Instead he was met with a strained smile and two foaming cups of coffee.

There were times he wished to fall in love with this girl all over again, the same crave which anyone would get after finishing a mind blasting book. It wasn’t much of a surprise that he fell in love with her, the very same way you would get lost in the wide world of any story...skeptically, slowly but surely.

“If you are wondering again how you fell in love with me,” he shook his head as her mellifluous voice infiltered into his ears, “that was Ron’s fault...maybe, Hermione also.”

“You mean Ron pushing you off the stands?” There was a glint of mischief in his tone as she swatted him, thereafter sighing by the momentum of those fond, rather life-threatening memories.

“He did push me,” her voice seemed small, “but hey! Hermione didn’t even scold him!”

“Perks of being a cupid?” Harry furrowed his brows from behind the same frame of his glasses, fumbling with the ceramic handle of the new mug.

“Perks of being a partner in crime, to be precise.”

“Godric,” his fingers drummed the periphery of the sound base, the eagerness obvious in his voice, “now this calls in for extreme measures.”

“Go on then, Potter,” she sighed, flopping back on the couch, hiding her red nose behind the mug, the delicate vapour misting into the cold atmosphere. “I hope you don’t expect me to join.”

“Got me right.”

What a cheeky bastard, Y/n scoffed under her breath as he tugged the hem of her sweatshirt, forcing her to match his stupid moves.

If one thing you must know about Harry Potter it is that he won’t give up dancing- no matter how imbecile it gets.

With mug still dangling in both their hands, they continued ‘vibing’ to music (as Hermione told them few years back), Harry’s free hand, resting on her waist, as they nearly crashed on the couch but (to Y/n’s utter displeasure) he continued leading the way to every corner of the house, his movements dunce as ever.

“I’m great of a dancer, aren’t I?”

“Sure,” she rolled her eyes, “you are a nincompoop.”

Finally as the clock striked eleven at night, he finally realised that all their energy was long drained and the moment both of them hit the surface of the couch, their eyes fell on the still filled mugs.

“So what’s the message today?”

Y/n giddily smiled at him, throwing his heart into a whirlpool of flutters as she slyly shrugged and got into sipping her now cold coffee.

As he started draining the caffeine into his system, a smile etched across his face as he saw those two words printed inside the mug.

Heart me.

[seriouslysam8]

I think I’m most looking forward to the holiday LMAO, give me that potter family fluff

The Holiday is hilarious to me. Here’s a snippet that’s MOT compliant as I wrote it before I planned the AU.

“We’re mental.”

Harry heaved a heavy sigh as he collapsed onto the bed next to Ginny. He pushed his glasses up with his fingers and massaged his closed eyelids. Ginny dog-tagged the corner of her book and sat it down on her bedside table before turning her full attention towards him.

She reached out a hand and ran her fingers through his salt and peppered hair. The gray had started years ago above his ears and at his temples. By now, he had more gray hairs than black.

“Why are we mental?” Ginny inquired as she snuggled down under the covers, her toes brushing against his calf.

“Nineteen people are in our house tonight,” Harry whispered. “We are going to have to get all nineteen people to the Ministry at four in the morning to catch an international Portkey, which, I predict, will have at least a third of us puking our guts out upon arrival to stay at an eight bedroom beach house in a foreign country.”

Ginny grinned and gently pried his hands away from his eyes. “Sounds like fun. Plus, we only really have to worry about Remus getting sick. The youngest after him is Hugo, and he’s fourteen. He can hold his stomach contents.”

“I swore we’d never travel to America again after Luna’s wedding. Albus puked on me.”

“Albus was also six at the time.”

Ginny pressed her body against his, her breasts firmly against his side. He let out a small moan in the back of his throat as he tossed his glasses onto his bedside table. He turned to face her, scooting until their chests were pressed against one another.

“I’m not holding Remus during the Portkey,” Harry whispered as he brushed a piece of red hair behind Ginny’s ear.

Ginny smirked. “Yes, you will. You will tell Teddy that you have him and insist he goes with you.”

Harry chuckled. “Probably. You have to hold him secure or else he might go flying during the Portkey.”

Ginny shook her, her mouth hanging open slightly. “Harry, that doesn’t happen. They have slings now to keep the baby secure in your arms.”

“I think I should go out and buy our own sling. What if the one they give us is old and worn?”

Ginny leaned in to press a kiss firmly onto the side of his mouth and mumbled, “You worry too much.”

“You don’t worry enough.” Harry pulled back, his hand reaching up to cup her face, his thumb brushing along the small cluster of freckles on her upper lip. “One of us has to worry about the worst case scenario.”

“We are going to have a blast on holiday. Lily and I went shopping and bought a bunch of stuff for the beach.”

Harry’s eyebrows raised. “Do I even want to go near our bags once we get to the house? I can only imagine what you’ve shrunk and shoved in there.”

Ginny’s hand encased over his, pulling his palm in front of her lips so she could kiss it.

“Shh, it’ll be fun. Don’t worry about it.”

“Don’t worry about it, she says,” Harry laughed as he pushed her gently onto her back and ran a hand up her old threadbare Holyhead Harpies vest. “It’s all fun and games until I can’t find my swim trunks.”

Ginny grinned up at him, her eyebrows wiggling. She felt his thumb brush against her nipple and she arched her back. She moaned as he ducked his head down and his lips glided across the sensitive spot just below her ear.

“I wouldn’t object to that,” she hummed, her fingers trialing down his side and disappearing beneath the waistband of his boxers.

“Mmm,” Harry whispered near her cheek. “I have a feeling the kids might.”

[pineapple-lover-boy]

(I absolutely love this so if anyone wants me to make a full blown fic please request!)

I love the idea of Dudley having magical children (who’s mother may or may not be Cho Chang but that’s for another day).

And I love him naming them Daisy and Petunia.

Imagine him seeing Daisy act all strange. Her food exploding when it’s something she doesn’t like. Those itchy scarfs he makes her wear in the winter disappearing one day only to find them halfway down the toilet.

Finally, after some years of only having a Christmas Card relationship with Harry, he calls his cousin because all of this seems slightly familiar. Everything that’s been happening reminds him of a time he barely remembers.

Harry, being the cool dude he is, invites Dudley over to talk about everything and teach him about the Wizarding World (if Cho Chang’s his wife I could see her waiting a few years after marriage to tell Dudley, especially after seeing his father’s abrasions to all things abnormal and she also doesn’t want to lose someone she loves again). He, with the multitude of children running around because it’s his turn to babysit the whole underaged part of the family, tells and shows Dudley and his daughter things about wizards. Showing them some spells and artifacts, stuff like that. Dudley, although a few PTSD flashbacks from some of the more prankster type objects, is very interested and is sad he never got into the Wizarding World more with his cousin (he might make a call to mum and dad, who knows?).

Years later, Daisy is off to Hogwarts and gets sorted (my personal hc is that she gets into Ravenclaw). She absolutely has a blast and voluntarily writes letters to the family almost every week with all the exciting things she gets to see and experience.

Back at home, Dudley and Harry are trying to prepare little Petunia for the Wizarding World as well. Harry, to Dudley’s worry, tries to get her to fly a broom for the first time and maybe play some amateur Quidditch with her cousins that also haven’t gone to Hogwarts yet. They’re a little confused when the broom doesn’t rise at her command but not everyone is going to be great at the sport or broom riding anyways.

Next they get George to take a day off and show her how to make minor pranking devices because what’s better than a 9 year old with a grenade-like magical item? They all laugh and have so much fun as they get the products everywhere (something may or may not have burned). George even gets Dudley to try a treat only for something wild to happen (Dudley learns to laugh at it instead of cower in fear).

Once it’s done they try out George’s version and then little Petunia’s. When it was Petunia’s turn she set off (or ate) the magical item and…. nothing happened. Now it was truly time for Dudley to worry.

“Hey, what if she’s not like Daisy.” Dudley paused. “What if she hasn’t got any magic in her?”

Harry sighed looking over to a disappointed Petunia. Harry hadn’t told Dudley the story of their mothers as he never thought he needed to. What if this Petunia turned out like the last?

Just then he saw his own daughter, Lily, walk over to the girl. “Why don’t we go outside and chase the garden gnomes? They absolutely hate that.” Petunia perked up, seemingly forgetting about the previous event and ran outside with Lily where laughing could be heard soon after.

Harry turned back to Dudley and smiled. “I’ll think she’ll be just fine. She’s still apart of our world after all.”

Dudley calmed down after that.

When Petunia turned 11 two years later and she didn’t get her letter, she didn’t cry or mope around. In fact, that day she played around with her friends in the schoolyard, getting embarrassed while they sung her Happy Birthday at the top of her lungs.

When she got home she received 5, count em, 5 presents. And she was so very excited.

The family then traveled to the Potter home where the entire family (including the Weasley’s) sat to watch her blow out her candles. She felt elated when she saw the dozens of presents she received but knew it was normal in a large family like this.

She never hated Daisy nor felt any jealousy. And right from the day that Lily Luna asked her to go chase the garden gnomes, they were best friends. Petunia now had two close people she could receive letters from Hogwarts and the only feeling she felt was comfort from knowing her sister and cousin were having a good time.

Maybe, as she got older, she married someone with a magical background. A wizard? A squib? Or even just another muggle like her. No, it isn’t right to call her a muggle when she was so immersed in the lifestyle she never dreamed of knowing, because it was right there.

History always repeats itself. This is one example of how it could repeat for the better. Petunia never became a jealous sister and she had a great relationship with Lily Potter. Life couldn’t be better.

[hokeytheelf]

Blackinnon, a measured response.

Would update if more discussions comes out. This post is not for a specific person. If the statement doesn’t apply to you, do not take it personally.

If you think Blackinnon is homophobic, think again!

Here are the facts: yes, Blackinnon is fanon. yes, we are a small community. yes, it’s heterosexual. But does that mean we hate queer ships?  No.

Some may think,  “Marlene Mckinnon is not even a background character, why on earth does people ship it? They must be homophobic.” This may be a little shocking, but accusing someone of being homophobic just based on what they ship is an act of denigration. You’re just putting hate on other people’s mouth to make them your foe, even if they have no intentions to be so.

We can ship blackinnon and wolfstar or dorlene. Some of blackinnon shippers actually believe those can co-exist. So what is the problem?  We can ship wolfstar or dorlene and not blackinnon or the other way around. It’s really based on taste and what they’ve read. 

Shipping a straight ship is not an act of homophobia, nor does it make you straight. I could be gay or bi and ship blackinnon. It’s not a hard concept to understand.

I know a lot of people who hate blackinnon rant because they have a passion for their own ship, and I don’t blame them. You can ship whatever you want. But is it really necessary to bring other ship down?

If you have the need to rant and hate about a certain ship, make sure you use the anti tag. If you knew about the tag but still refuse to use it, you’re just writing rants to belittle other people in your favor. Doesn’t sound very accepting.

read more about my points on Blackinnon and sexuality from previous discussions here (x) 

Seriously, though, WHY do people ship it? 

If you genuinely want to know, then ask the person who ship them. I can’t speak on behalf of all the Blackinnon shippers because they ship it for different reasons. Some ship it for their dynamic, from the fanfics they’ve read, from the headcanons, from their view of Marlene, from their view of Sirius and many more.

For me personally, I ship them for two reasons. Their character dynamics throghout almost all the fanfics i read and, because in my mind wolfstar couldn’t work because of Sirius’s insensitivity for Remus throughout the books (i.e. The Prank, him liking the full moon, giving his riches to harry, his suspicion, etc.), and Frankly i think Remus deserves better. Shockingly, that’s just my opinion. And I have no problem with people not agreeing, but that’s what I concluded when I read the books. and the idea of Sirius having someone is nice you know? The flexibility of Marlene’s character is very inviting for everyone because they have their own interpretations.

Someway or another, you should accept that people have different opinions and interpretation. If you think blackinnon is unbelievably bad, then you do you. Doesn’t mean you have to leave a hate-post on their tag, nor should you blame them for shipping stuff they like.

Blackinnon is a very small ship. And if you hate it, you shouldn’t even bother commenting, responding, or ranting. It just makes people defend it, really. Some people love this ship and you’ve gone out of your way to make them feel bad about themselves. Why?

Marlene McKinnon is not even a a proper character

Here are the facts about Marlene McKinnon: Her name means star of the sea, she is a member of the order, her name is mentioned in Lily’s letter to Sirius, Sirius pointed at her in the movies.

A person that we know Sirius is at least acquainted/friends with makes her a blank canvas. As we all know, Sirius has no romance life in canon, so our options are very minimal. 

There are people who ship Sirius with Caradoc, Benjy, Dorcas, Mary, Gideon, Fabian, and so much more. There are less hate for them compared to blackinnon and here’s why: Marlene McKinnon seemed to be in the spotlight because she is second to Remus in terms of possible pair for Sirius. That’s it.

Some Blackinnon shippers like blackinon because Marlene is practically a walking OC. She can be whatever you want.

 But people tend to focus on the fact that she’s female. Putting that aside, Marlene is an absolute blast to read. Yes, she’s mentioned only a few times, but the whole point of Blackinnon is the possibility. Isn’t that always the case for fanon ships?

Understand the hate towards Blackinnon

When I first dive into Blackinnon years ago, all I see is hate thrown at them. The hate hasn’t stop, whether it’s from private messages or from hate-post.

The conversations I have with fellow Blackinnon shippers usually consist of the same things, “Why don’t they just leave us be?” and till this day I still wonder.

I’ve done my research, and really I wanted the results to be different. 

There are many many many ships out there, using incest, pedophilia, or other stuff, and shockingly, it receives less hate from people. Doesn’t that beg the question? 

Do people hate it because they simply dislike it or are they hating it because they have biased opinions about other ships. The truth is, (I’m going to unfilter- god protect me from hate messages) Blackinnon received a lot of hate because it’s the opposite of wolfstar. It’s straight. It’s not Remus. The audacity of people shipping Sirius with a person other than Remus! It’s the same argument for Remadora hate. More than 70%  (not all ) of the people who hate on blackinnon and remadora, I observe, is from wolfstar shippers. (Yes, I counted it. I am a math god, and in need of a job)

People don’t have as much of a problem for Sirius/Mary, Sirius/Dorcas, Sirius/ Benjy, Sirius/Hermione etc. They have a problem with Blackinnon and Remadora (I wonder why).  I’ll say it again, Marlene McKinnon seemed to be in the spotlight because she is second to Remus in terms of possible pair for Sirius.

Hating other ship to make your ship appear better is.... to be honest, understandable. But to tell you the truth, It doesn’t change a thing.

It doesn’t make me hate my ship. If your intentions on writing hate post is to receive approval from other people, I suggest you search for something else than the topic of hatred.

But, again, if you have the need for the feeling of satisfaction of speaking your opinion of something you passionately hate, then use anti-tag. It’s not so hard.

***CONCLUSION***

At the end of the day we have so much love for these characters, and our biases is only for ourselves. Can’t we just agree  that although we love Harry Potter, we can also love different characters throughout the books/movies? There are communities for everything, focus on the community you love, not the community you hate.

If you got offended throughout reading his post, I’m sorry. But let me clear things up, I do not hate wolfstar, queer-ships, etc. I just like blackinnon, as simple as that. This doesn’t prove that I’m straight, or bi, or anything. It’s just what I like. This post is a defense and obviously not a hate-post. What I ask of you is just to leave blackinnon (and remadora) alone. Thank you.

I am doing this measured response so I don’t have to re-write everything every time people leave hate-posts. If you receive this from a link in the comments, thank you for taking the time, and remember that it’s not meant for you specifically. Disclaimer: Do not share this to people in anti tag.

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