#aparecium

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Prompt 1 - Aparecium

@wolfstarmicrofic March 1, word count 236

Sirius was messing about with the map. 

“What are you doing to my map, Sirius?” Remus said sternly, making Sirius jump. He hadn’t heard Remus come into the dorm room. 

“I’m trying to get it to spout insults to anyone who tries to read it without the password.” Remus leant over Sirius’s shoulder, interested in his idea. Sirius stopped breathing as he willed his body not to react to Remus’s closeness. 

“What are you thinking, Aparecium?” Sirius nodded. 

“Yeah, if anyone tries to reveal the map’s secrets, it writes out the insults instead of the actual map.” Sirius had made the mistake of inhaling Remus’s scent. He had to squash down the whine that wanted to escape his lips as the woody smells engulfed his senses. 

Remus jumped up and ran to the door. “Where are you going?” Sirius asked, grateful for the space between them. 

“To the library, of course. I’m going to get all the books I can. So we make this happen.” 

Sirius flopped back onto his bed as he watched the tiny labelled Remus Lupin race out of the Common room and down towards the library. 

He exhaled a frustrated breath. He didn’t know when he’d started feeling this way about Remus, but it didn’t appear to be going away. In fact, his attraction was only getting stronger. He rolled and yelled into his pillow, wishing that Remus felt the same way.   

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[tomriddlehyperfixataion]

The Diary of Tom Riddle- Diary! Tom Riddle x Reader - P6

pairing: Tom riddle x Fem reader

warnings: Horcruxes, Manipulation, Tom being Tom, side effects of being possessed, bleeding from the nose.

summary: 16-year-old (y/n) finds a mysterious black book on the floor of after it slips out of Ginny Weasleys caldron, curious, she picks it up and keeps it-which leads to one thing after another and discovers the book is far more than it seems.

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3- -Part 4- -Part 5- -Part 7-

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Harry peeled open the pages of the diary, it was half blank-with loads of notes in the first half-all retaining to the classes that Hogwarts offered. “Defense against the dark arts, Charms, Transfiguration,” Harry muttered under his breath as he flipped through the sections of notes.

It was like looking through Hermione's notes folder-everything sectioned off and dated.

“it’s just a diary being used as a notebook Harry, it’s clearly nothing special,” Ron said as they walked to the hospital wing to see Hermione, who was still recovering from the Polyjuice cat incident.

Harry only hummed in response, for some reason he felt the diary was far more than it seemed-even though all that was written in it was notes and silly doodles. He liked the one of the greasy Snape- even the Slytherin girl this book belonged to didn’t like Snape.

“You should give it back to her Harry, it might not have her name clearly its hers, has her name on the front page and everything.” Hermione said quietly as they visited her in the hospital wing, Hermione tapping the first page that had the Slytherin girls name in ink-right below T.M.Riddle's name that was also written in ink.

“Yeah, but the back says it belongs to Tom Riddle, which Ron says has a trophy about some-great thing he did for the school 50 years ago,” Harry said, Hermione snatching the book from him-grabbing her wand from her bag.

“Then maybe he wrote something down in here about the last time the chamber was opened-“ Hermione said and Harry quickly caught up with what she’d realized, eagerly leaning over her shoulder to watch her tap her wand on the diary thrice. “Aparecium!”

When nothing happened, Hermione huffed, grabbing a red eraser from her bag. “It’s a revealer, I got it in Diagon Alley,” Hermione said when Harry gave her a quizzical look. She rubbed the eraser hard on one of the blank pages, but nothing happened, and Hermione huffed.

“I’m telling you, there’s nothing to find in there,” Ron said, crossing his arms. “Riddle just got a diary for Christmas and couldn’t be bothered to keep it, and that Slytherin girl got it 2nd hand.”

-

Harry couldn’t explain why he hadn’t given the diary/notebook back to the Slytherin girl, even after she’d left the hospital wing, he’d overheard Madam Pomfrey tell her to take it easy as the stress from NEWTS and the chamber had made her body go into overdrive.

Harry thought how the girl looked when he’d found her in the bathroom was far worse than stress-she almost looked like she was dying.

He shook the thought out of his head, remembering the haunting look in the girl’s eyes when she’d looked at him, he looked back down at the diary in his hands, letting the blank pages flutter in his hand.

Earlier-Lockhart had hired all those ‘cupid’ dwarves and one had cornered him, singing a crude poem to him from Ginny Weasley, in the process, his book bag had ripped, and ink had gotten everywhere-including the diary.

And yet, the diary had no trace of ink on it, unlike the rest of his books, instead the only thing that remained was the notes. Harry frowned in thought-opening the diary to a blank page and dipping his quill, letting a blot of ink drop onto the page.

After a moment-it sunk into page-leaving not a trace of ink.

And then-before his very eyes-new words began to appear.

‘(y/n)?’

Harry’s eyes went wide, and he nearly jumped out of his chair to go show Ron and Hermione, but instead dipped his quill again.

“I’m sorry no, my names Harry Potter.”

There was a moment before the response but eventually the neat scrawl of the diary appeared.

‘Hello Harry potter. My name is Tom Riddle, how did you come upon my diary?’

Those words began to fade just as Harry had re-dipped his quill and hurriedly wrote back.

“The girl who had it had a seizure or something, she dropped it and I picked it up,”

His words faded and very quickly Tom wrote back to him-almost hurried.

‘(y/n). is she okay?’

“She is, she just got out of the hospital wing, madam Pomfrey said it was from stress.”

‘Very good. Why are you keeping my diary, Harry Potter?’

“I was wondering if you knew anything about the chamber of secrets?”

-

(y/n) practically tore her room apart, looking for Tom’s diary. “well-when did you last have it?” her roommate/friend asked, watching from her bed concerned as (y/n) flipped over her mattress.

“I don’t know! Uhgh-the bathroom, I think? I got all dizzy n shit and the last thing I remember before passing out as throwing my bag to the floor.” (y/n) huffed, tapping her finger in frustration on her bedpost.

“Maybe it’s still in the bathroom then? It could’ve been washed into one of the stalls with all that flooding from moaning myrtle?” her roommate suggested and (y/n) had to concede she might be right.

God Tom was going to be so pissed at her for letting him stew in toilet water for so many days, she’d have to get him more good ink or something to make up for it.

However, the diary wasn’t there.

“Myrtle?” (y/n) asked gently, looking up at the floating ghost girl, who stared at her. “Did my books happen to be picked up when I fell in here last week?”

Myrtle tilted her head in thought and nodded. “Oh yes, Harry Potter picked up that little black book,” Myrtle said faintly, before going back to moaning and groaning about death. (y/n) thanked her and left the bathroom, looking to find potter to see if he’d kept her/Tom’s diary by accident.

She found him and his friends walking through the courtyard, talking about…the chamber of secrets? “Hagrid opened the chamber of secrets 50 years ago,” Harry said quietly to Ron and Hermione.

“Riddle-” That got (y/n)’s attention, had Harry really kept the diary and written in it? Thank god all of hers and Tom’s conversations didn’t stay in the diary, only keeping the notes he rewrote for her. “-might have the wrong person,” said Hermione. “Maybe is some other monster that was attacking people…”

“How many monsters d’you think this place can hold?” Ron asked rhetorically, (y/n) following close behind, hoping to get the diary back from Potter, she felt weird without it, like something was missing.

Merlin maybe she was getting way too attached to Tom.

“We always knew Hagrid had been expelled,” said Harry miserably, “and the attacks must’ve stopped after Hagrid was kicked out. Otherwise, Riddle wouldn’t have got his award.”

What sort’ve hero stories was the nerd telling the 12-year-olds???

She decided to interrupt their little chat about Tom, the chamber, and Hagrid-wanting the diary back.

“Hello,” she said softly, waving to the three, looking down at them as they froze and turned to face her, though relaxed when they saw it was only her-the girl who had the diary before Harry. “Sorry to interrupt you, but it was brought to my attention that you might still have my notebook? It’s a black leather-bound book with the name Tom Riddle on the back? It has all my notes for the upcoming exams on it and I need it before they start.”

Harry nodded jankily, but didn’t reach into his bag for it. “Uh-yeah, uh, did you know it could write back?” (y/n) tilted her head but nodded.

“Uh, yeah, it’s a personality enchantment, very rare advanced magic.” (y/n) said casually, just wanting the diary back and not to converse with the three for much longer.

“Did he tell you anything about the chamber of secrets?” Harry asked, remembering Riddle's concern for (y/n) and near demands, to be returned to her.

(y/n) shook her head, having never asked. “No, never asked, but he is tutoring me for defense against the dark arts, since Lockhart is… Lockhart.” (y/n) said with a scrunch of her nose and Hermione looked to have half a mind to scold her while the boys just smiled, glad to finally have met a girl who thought Lockhart was just as stupid as they thought he was.

(y/n) just huffed, crossing her arms. “Could I have the diary back? I really do need those notes,” (y/n) asked again and Harry nodded, telling her he was keeping it up in his dorm room and he’d pass it back to her later. She narrowed her eyes a bit, feeling an odd flare of frustration and possessiveness at him for keeping the diary for even longer but pushed it down.

“Thanks,” She said, giving the three a short wave-turning on her heel and heading for her next class.

-

Hours later, almost dinner, she finally got the diary back, Harry handing it back to her-quite reluctantly might she add-but (y/n) didn’t care, clutching the diary close to her side as she thanked Harry and turned to go back to her dorm, moving the diary from her side to her chest.

It felt like a hug as she held it.

She sighed in relief as she stepped into her dorm, pressing her back against the door to close it, letting her head drop to her chest slightly, clutching the diary to her chest.

She really didn’t know why she was attached to the diary/Tom so much, when she didn’t have it/him on hand, it felt…odd, like something important was missing.

(y/n) hopped onto her bed and flipped open the diary, glad to see all the notes Tom had rewritten for her still there. She grabbed her quill and opened her ink well, dipping the tip before pressing it to the page.

“sorry for dropping you in the bathroom :s”

‘(y/n)?’

“yeah, I had some sort of seizure from the stress of the whole, chamber and exams, situation. Got really dizzy and my nose started to bleed really bad, passed out in the second-floor girls' bathroom.”

‘Merlin. Are you okay?’

“I am now, some rest did good for me, Madam Pomfrey told me to keep taking it easy though”

‘I see. No late night chatting with me anymore then.’

(y/n) gasped a bit and sat up, frowning.

“not fair! I like talking to you!”

‘I like talking to you too, but staying up till, merlin knows how late, talking to me isn’t helping your health. So, no more of that until you’re feeling better.’

“fine.”

‘(y/n).’

“I know! Thank you for looking out for me, means a lot. :3”

‘What in Merlin’s beard does :3 mean?’

“it’s a cute smiley face~! :3”

‘Stop it it’s, what’s the word you used? Cringe?’

“hey!”

-

Things finally felt normal again, (y/n) was finally getting some good rest as the months moved from February to May, her DADA tutoring sessions with Tom went pretty well, though once in a while he’d ask if she’d like to have a more-in depth lesson but she always declined, still a little weirded out by the way he could do the whole ‘pull someone into his subspace’ thing.

Plus, last time she’d gotten a nosebleed from the magic strain of it, she didn’t want to have another one.

Since her little-trip-to the hospital wing, the attacks had stopped and everyone else was finally relaxing, the tension finally easing up as the threat of ‘the heir of Slytherin and its monster’ seemed to have its fill and leave.

(y/n) currently was having some trouble with her potions work, her brow furrowed as she looked over her assigned work again and again, but it was just all blurring together in a mesh of nothing. She sighed, dropping her quill and rubbing her face. She needed a break.

She looked down at the diary, seeing she’d gotten a big ink blot on it from dropping her quill, sighing and moving the quill off of it and into the ink well. The ink sunk into the page and Tom’s writing appeared.

‘What was that for?’

“dropped the quill on the page, sorry.”

‘Tired?’

“very, i wanna go take a nap but the quidditch game is today and my friend is no doubt going to drag me off to that and its within the hour, hardly have time to even get up to my room and put my stuff away.”

‘I see.’

‘I could help?’

“how?”

‘If you would allow me, time doesn’t really pass within the diary, you could take a short nap if you wish? I just wouldn’t be able to talk to you for a few days, as I know the last time I pulled you in, it caused immense strain on your magic, and I’d rather avoid that.’

(y/n) hesitated, her quill hovering over the page as Tom’s words faded away.

“you promise it wont hurt me this time?”

‘I promise. Do I have your permission?’

(y/n) looked around the library, glancing at her watch, and then put her quill to the page again.

“you have my permission.”

In the same way as it did the first time, the gutter of the book became a blinding light that seemed to pull her into the diary-and the hands that caught her were even gentler than the first time.

She looked up, seeing the sepia-toned face of Tom Riddle, smirking down at her as he held her steady. She cleared her throat, gently pushing herself up to stand and he chuckled, reaching out his hand to hers. “C’mon, I know a good spot for a nap,” Tom said, and she took his hand, letting him lead her down the diaries Hogwarts halls.

He led her to the Slytherin common room, and she laid down on the big couch that was even comfier than the one in the actual common room, her eyes fluttering closed as a blanket was laid atop her, a cold hand brushing the hair from her face.

-

When she awoke, she was back in the library, sleeping over her books and the diary. She jolted up, checking her watch-only 15 minutes had passed, and yet it felt like she got several hours of sleep. She picked up her quill, writing a quick thank you to Tom before she packed everything up and rushed to her dorm room to change for the quidditch match.

As she went to leave the common room to go to the quidditch match-everyone suddenly crowded in, all looking worried. “What happened?” (y/n) asked her friend who quickly took her by the hand to sit down by the fireplace.

“There was another attack,” her friend whispered and (y/n)’s heart stuttered in her chest, her eyes widening.

“What? Where?” (y/n) gasped, her mouth gaped open.

“The library,”

(y/n)’s heart dropped to her stomach, her hand covering her mouth. She’d just been in the library! Had the attack happened while she was there? Or after she left?? But she was just there!?

“I was just there,” she whispered and (y/n)’s friend frowned, a horrified look growing on her face.

“Oh my god-did you see the petrified students?” (y/n) shook her friend in response, clutching at her stomach as the feeling of missed danger passed over her.

“No, I didn’t, i-I fell asleep while studying,” (y/n) said, which wasn’t a total lie, her face growing paler as she realized how close to danger she’d been, what if the monster had attacked her? How close had the monster been? Had it attacked while she’d been with Tom? Or right after she left?

Snape, the head of Slytherin house, walked through the portrait doorway, holding a scroll in his hands. “Attention, all of you.” Snape said, sounding drearier and more serious than normal. That was freaky, since Snape never panicked about anything. “Due to the recent events, these new rules will be effective immediately. All students will return to their house common rooms by six o’clock every evening. No student is to leave the common rooms after that time. You will be escorted to each lesson by a teacher. No student is to use the bathroom unaccompanied by a teacher. All further quidditch training and matches are to be postponed. There will be no more evening activities.”

Many of the students groaned at the very restricting rules. “But no Slytherins have been attacked!” Draco Malfoy complained, and Snape silenced him with a glare.

“We will not be taking those risks, Mr. Malfoy. Any breaking of these rules and you will find yourself back in London before you can even whine.” Snape drawled, pinning the scroll to the common room info board. “And I should tell you, unless the perpetrator behind these attacks is caught, it is likely the school will close.”

With a flare of his robes, Snape dramatically left the Slytherin common room, locking it behind him. Everyone looked at each other, wary that one of them might be the heir of Slytherin-the reason behind the attacks. It was a running joke that Harry Potter was the heir, due to his parseltongue ability, but that’s all it was-a joke.

(y/n), however, was mentally panicking, remembering that odd dream from months ago, remembering herself speaking parseltongue. But she’d also overheard Potter and his friends talking about how Tom told them that Hagrid was the one accused of opening the chamber last time.

And she couldn’t ask Tom to confirm that right now, as he was going to take a rest due to him using his limited magic to keep her from straining her own magic while he kept her in his subspace. She sighed heavily, rubbing her face.

The attack, the double attack, had happened while she’d been in the library, the library was where the attack had happened-and most likely while she’d been asleep.

What if…what if she was the culprit? What if she, unknowingly, was the heir of Slytherin somehow and had been doing things while unconscious?

Merlin that was a terrifying what-if.

She was muggle-born, that was true, but muggleborns had to have some sort of magical lineage in their blood, what if…what if the witch/wizard in her bloodline had been a descendant of Salazar?

Fuck she hoped not.

God, she wished she could talk to Tom right now, he always knew what to say to calm her down when she was spiraling.

Hours later, it was announced Dumbledore had been suspended by the school board and Hagrid had been arrested and sent to Azkaban.

Fuck.

-end of part 6-

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Wolfstar microfic- @wolfstarmicrofic day 1- word count- 459

Sirius didn’t mean to, really, he didn’t. He didn’t intentionally go to find Remus’s diary. He was looking for his favorite t-shirt he left in Remus’s bed last time they slept in the same bed together. He had gotten hot mid sleep and torn it off. But then, Curiosity got ahold of him. He opened up the diary and…nothing. Sirius began feeling extremely confused because he’d seen Remus write in it almost every night.

He racked his brain for the spell to make it appear. “Aparecium.” Sirius spoke softly, touching the tip of his wand to the parchment. Words flooded the page. He started on the first page, Reading on.

‘James has been a prat today. He knows. Of course he knows. James know everything about everyone. He keeps urging me to tell him, but I just can’t. He’ll never speak to me again. James tells me I don’t know that, but I do. He, in all of his leather jacket, long black hair biker glory, would like me. A werewolf. Funny joke, am I right? Sirius is gorgeous. I’m me. He’s funny, he’s smart, he’s everything you could ever want. He’s everything a girl could want. Because of course, not only could he just not like me, but of course he has to be straight as well. Someone’s got it out for me.’

The dorm room opened, and Remus walked in. He placed his jumper of the chair, and turned around to his bed, where Sirius was sitting with Remus’s diary open on his lap.

Remus’s mouth dropped open, and betrayal flickered in his eyes. “Sirius?” Sirius closed the diary and walked over to Remus.

Remus took steps back, pressing his back against the door. “Look, Sirius i’m sorry but I can just change dorms.”

Sirius walked closer to him, and Remus drew his wand. Sirius felt his heart pang at the fact that Remus thought Sirius was going to hurt him, just because of his sexuality. Sirius, who had been in love with Remus since the first moment he’d seen him. Hurt him? He’d never.

Sirius put his hand on the wand, bringing it down. This was the first time he’d seen Remus look so frightened. Even when Sirius found out he was a werewolf, he hadn’t looked like this.

Sirius stepped into his arms and let out a little sob. “Sirius?” Remus inquired, wrapping his arms around Sirius hesitantly. Sirius sobbed into his chest.

“Rem i’m so sorry.” Sirius said between sobs and sniffles.

“For?” Remus asked curiously.

“For not showing you that I didn’t care about your sexuality. For not showing you that i’m in love with you better.”

“You’re what?”

Sirius lifted his head off of his chest and pressed his lips to Remus’s.

[wolfstargazer]

March 1st - Aparecium - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 296

Remus had forgotten that it had even existed, slid beneath the pages of the dog-eared paperback. He didn't know when he had hidden it. Sometime after their deaths, he assumed... when any and all reminders of Lily and James had been too painful to endure.

He had been rearranging the books on his shelves, his usual rainy day activity, when the photo had fluttered out from where it lain forgotten and down onto the floor. He saw the smiling faces of Lily and of James frozen as he stooped to retrieve it. He saw his own face, much younger and brighter than the one that stared back now from his mirror, a curious smile playing on his face as he looked off into the empty space beside him.

Remus remembered this day; the warmth of the sun on his face, Lily asleep with her head in James' lap, Peter grabbing the camera and directing them to pose beneath the tree.

A sudden realisation hit Remus. His stomach sank, and his suspicions were confirmed as he flipped over the photo and read the description he'd scrawled there years before: "Lily, Prongs, Padfoot and Me - June 1979."

Remus sighed, withdrew his wand and, after a momentary hesitation, pressed it against the photo and muttered, "Aparecium."

Colour bled across the picture, filling in the gap with a familiar figure. Two grey eyes, dancing with laughter and life, turned towards him. As Sirius appeared, the photo unfroze, the magic returning after all these years. Lily was laughing. James was swotting at something in the air, one arm drapped around her shoulder...

Remus had been caught, his eyes locked with Sirius'. Sirius gave a rakish grin, bathed in the sunlight of memory. And Remus, blushing, returned his smile softly before looking uncertainly away.

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Prompt 1: aparecium - 216 words

Remus was feeling nervous. He had wanted to show his friends the map for a while, but he needed to make sure it was perfect first.

When he did show them, they were all impressed.

"So you're saying that with this we should be able to se everyone, at all times?" James asked, astonished

"Yeah, but I'm still working on a spell for that to apply to everyone in the castle. For now I just enchanted the teachers and Filch"

"I'll help!" Said Peter, looking excited. He always liked researching for pranks.

"We should put a spell so only us could see it. Like, with revelio or aparecium" Sirius suggested, still staring at the map.

James brightened up at this "it should probably be some frase, though. And if they say it wrong, the map insults them"

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good" Remus whispered and Sirius' head snapped up

"Say that again" he said

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good"

"Yes, Moony! That's brilliant" Peter said, excited

"You're brilliant" Sirius muttered, his eyes shining in admiration.

He usually looked at him like that, like he had hung the moon in the sky.

Remus would never admit it out loud, but those eyes melted him inside and out.

[missmoonfrost]

The origin of The Map - a wolfstar microfic

March 1 - Aparecium - 245 words

Remus dropped his bag on the floor and threw himself on the bed. Just a few minutes of rest and he’d be able to get working on his Potions-essay.

“Ugh, I don’t want to go to detention”, James complained. That’s right. James and Sirius would have to leave in a little bit. Remus sat up again, he could rest when they were away.

“I’ve been working on something”, Sirius told them excitedly and brought out a piece of parchment. “A tool to not get caught next time. Look.”

It was a column of names: Filch, Professor McGonagall, Professor Slughorn, Professor Flitwick, and many more. Next to them was a column of locations: South corridor of 2:nd floor, Professor McGonagall’s office, Potions classroom, Great Hall, etc.

Before their eyes, they saw Professor Flitwick’s location change through stairs and corridors to his own office. Remus yaw dropped.

“What? How? You’re a genius!”

Sirius smiled with one corner of his mouth, flicked his hair, and beamed at Remus. For otherwise being so cocky he seemed remarkably flustered by the praise.

“We need to make it secret, though,” James added. “Something a simple Aparecium could not reveal. It doesn’t do to get caught with this on hand.”

“Agree. Maybe a password of some sort?” Sirius suggested thoughtfully.

“It should be a map”, Remus stated, “a map showing everyone in the castle.”

Sirius met his gaze again. His stunning pearl-grey eyes lit up with excitement.

“Yes. That would be perfect.”

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Wolfstar 1 shot fic recs

~~~please give these authors love, fandom engagement with writers is down and it means more than you know. ~~~

All are wolfstar (mix of jily and jegulus as other ship) Complete unless marked. There is plenty of fluff, however. Check tags please, some are sad, mcd, or deal with things that some find triggering

-Be silent like deep water by her_smile_forges_galaxies: deaf remus. If you know me, need I say more?

-Heat and balance by eyra focuses on remus dealing with chronic illness and sirius being there for him

-Aparecium by imparfait: this is part of series, some are longer, but one of my favorite wolfstar characterizations. Hogwarts, no voldy

-Consider the Lotus by busaikko: Sirius goes with remus to register at the ministry after the prank to show realities of lycanthropy

-Young Hearts Intertwined by goodboylupin: There’s a special kind of magic to a wartime wedding.

-Grow As We Go sapphicselene: post 1st war divergent, wolfstar in therapy

-anything by lucigoo89

-Signs of Affection by KittyCargo another deaf remus fic but so good

-lazing on a sunday afternoon by peachyybabe raising teddy fluff fic with disability rep

This Is the Way the World Ends by YouBlitheringIdiot: look I like to make myself sad

-From the Patient Files of Remus J Lupin, 1971 by TheQueerTailor

-Sweets and Books by Writer_INFJ_2w1

-Vigil Strange I Kept by whitmans_kiss: explores effects of lycanthropy

-wolfcry22: this author examines lycanthropy and illness

-Small Bones of Courage by Anonymous: check tags! It's mcd and heavy topics

-Rarer Than One in a Million by Sp00nhater sickfic no mcd

-Choosing You by @cruisinwritealong one shot, they're cute

-Engaged for 43 years by halfravenhalfclaw from their first meeting till the very end (now with wip extended version)

-Blind Werewolf McWolf by orphan_account

**feel free to check out my fics, most are on shorter side

--also longer recs

New additions:

-Lord of Misrule by victoria_p (musesfool) Harry finds out about wolfstar and flashbacks to hogwarts

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Hellooooo, I can’t believe this is open!1!1!!1 First of all, I wanted to thank you all so much for all the work you do!

I wanted to ask for fics about the twinyards pretending to be each other. Mainly light funny ones if you find them but any will do. Thank you so much!!!

Hi there, anon! Most of the light funny ones can be found in our previous ask for this. -A

NB: in longer fics this could just be a quick switch, so read them with that in mind

previous recs:

the twins switch 1 here

‘the glow in our mouths’ and ‘The Morning AUs Chapter 52: The Parent Trap AU’ here

‘The one with Kevaaron’ here

‘Aftg Youtube AU’ here

‘Forming a Family; Forging a Future’ here

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Neil mistakes Aaron for Andrew here

twinyard mistaken identity here

‘If I Knew You’ here

aaron minyard is a little bit cursed series by BlueJay26 [Rated G, 2 complete works, Updated June 2023, Locked]

Part 1: Jeremy Knox Solves the Transmutation Question: Baffles Centuries' Worth of Alchemists [1429 Words, Twinyards Appreciation Week 2022] [Merriam-Webster] metamorphosis| \ˌme-tə-ˈmȯr-fə-səs\ : a change of physical form, structure, or substance especially by supernatural means // the metamorphosis of a perfectly nice teak table into gold (by your baby cousin who won't stop getting cursed) Or, Nicky endures the twins' shenanigans in every possible universe. **Written for Twinyards Appreciation Week, prompt - metamorphosis**

Part 2: AITA? No. Am I cursed? Very probably. [505 Words] I impersonated my twin brother to play a trick on his boyfriend. AITA?

AFTG Bingo 2k18: The Twinyard Card by exactly13percent [Rated T, Collection, Complete, 2018] 

Chapter 2: Pretend College is difficult enough to navigate without Andrew playing games with Aaron's best friend.

Two of a Kind by gluupor [Rated T, 9957 Words, Complete, 2019]

When Aaron didn't get offered an exy scholarship while Andrew did, they came up with a plan. Andrew would play exy and Aaron would go to class. No one would ever know that they were actually two separate people. What could possibly go wrong?

After Aaron goes to Andrew’s Press conference by @iserenademefan [Tumblr, 2018]

Andrew and Aaron pretending to be eachother by @offbrandginger [Tumblr, 2017]

angstier twins switch:

‘Give Me Another Minute (to Lay Here in Your Echo)’ and ‘another turning point, a fork stuck in the road’ here

‘Unlucky Lies’ here 

‘aparecium’ here 

‘Brother’s Best-Friend’ here

‘white walls’ here

‘Deals With Devils’ here (updated)

Doctor, What Doctor by AceSirenSinger [Rated T, 4081 Words, Complete, 2023]

And then, unfortunately, Aaron has an idea. The idea itself is almost not worth having. It is deeply unethical. It is the opposite of ‘do no harm,’ and it is not even guaranteed to work. Aaron actually thinks that this idea might be worse for his license than performing illegal care on a probable criminal in a back alley in the dark. No, Aaron thinks, it is undeniably worse. “You’re a survivor,” Aaron repeats. “You should already be dead, but you’re not. You should pass out sometime in the next few minutes, but I’m guessing you won’t.” Aaron squares his shoulders, makes himself say the words. “If I give you an address, can you get there? •• An AU where Aaron is a doctor, Andrew is FBI, and Neil’s gone rogue against the mafia. Neil needs medical care, and it really should be Aaron performing it, right? Right??

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: major character injury, tw: blood, tw: violence, tw: needles

Your love is my drug by babyprincess675 [Rated G, 24524 Words, Incomplete, Updated June 2024]

Andrew Minyard’s life has been painfully mediocre for years since high school, nothing but guilt keeping him alive up until his twin brother invites him to his Christmas themed wedding in Alaska, where everything changes. Or Andrew gets invited to Aaron’s wedding after years of no contact and things go wrong.

tw: anxiety disorder, tw: suicide attempt, tw: overdose, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: violence, tw: alcohol

in a manner of speaking by likearecord [Rated T, 6335 Words, Complete, 2021]

In Andrew's defense, blind dates are terrible and almost all of Kevin's friends are even worse. Nine times out of ten, calling in a favor to get Aaron to switch and tank it for him would be fine. Unfortunately, Andrew found number ten.

Crossfire by RoseGold_En [Rated M, 18396 Words, Complete, 2018]

The year is 2073. Andrew and Aaron Minyard are twins born into a world with a strict one-child policy due to overpopulation. They take on a singular identity as "Adam Minyard", with only one of them allowed outside at a time. Siblings who are discovered are separated from their families and put into an eternal cryosleep. One day, Andrew disappears. Aaron and Nicky have to find him while maintaining the twins' cover. It's up to Aaron to find out who sold them out and why a bureau agent named "Neil" knows his brother's real name.

tw: vomit, tw: alcohol, tw: violence, tw: gun violence, tw: death, tw: choking, tw: blood, tw: involuntary outing, tw: fire, tw: needles

Secret twin royalty au by @professionalfangirl24601 [Tumblr, 2021]

When queen Tilda gave birth to male identical twins, she knew it could be a threat to her country's future stability. In order to avoid the brothers fighting for the throne, she decided to give one of them up. He would be raised by a maid and then imprisoned with an iron mask constantly covering his face. 

Backliner Andrew by @palmettofoxden [Tumblr, 2017]

Part 1: Andrew takes Aaron's place  Part 2: Andrew takes Aaron’s place - follow-up ideas  Part 3: Backliner Andrew 3/? 

aaron is fat and buff too!!! hc by @palmett-hoes [Tumblr, 2020]

they're deals on deals on deals. meta by @thespineoftherighteous [Tumblr, 2023]

Art

Minyards art by @lnmei

HAPPY TWINYARD DAY!!! art by @babaleza

Aaron and Andrew sand castle building art by @emry-stars-art

POV: You’re Riko and the Twinyards are burying your body. art by @/capt.christine on instagram

nerdy Minyards art by @/intradaya on instagram

Mindyards on defense art by @/kulartly on instagram

andrew & aaron sarcastic healing art by @oliviaillustrations

[mundrakan]

Prompt: Aparecium

@wolfstarmicrofic - 140 words

Each day the routine, opening the newspaper, going down to the margins, uttering the spell and dipping the wand three times. “Aparecium”. Each day, nothing. Remus was almost ready to give up, ready to accept that Sirius had been killed and wouldn't contact him ever again.

Just then he found the paw print. Just one. The next day another. It took him two weeks to figure out that there was a map, one more to understand what it showed. But he found it. He found it, and in it a scruffy dog, who changed into man just long enough to tell him. “I killed Peter. He was the traitor. They are after me now. Aurors and Death Eaters.”

Remus didn't mind taking a dog home. Many lone werewolves had them as companions. Knowing the rules, they didn't get ripped apart.

[undercover-ballerina]

Aparecium by LadyKenz347

Aparecium by LadyKenz347 is a beautiful book. It's a romance, not a lot of action but plenty of feelings. Some minor angst and lots of fluff. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

[spinderella-umbrella]

@wolfstarmicrofic | 279 words | Aparecium

There are notes and annotations in the blank spaces of all of Remus’ books and in the margins on his parchment. Sirius knows, because he sees Remus making them, always with ink to paper during classes— but he’s watching closely enough to know it’s not just notes from said classes.

He’ll admit that over his own dead body.

But he’s looking at them now, the hidden notes, gaining an inside look into Remus’ mind, and he wishes he had the courage to share his own private thoughts with him. The thoughts, the opinions, the ideas.

He can’t, of course— because then he would have to admit he had been watching Remus enough to have noticed, and also, that he had read his innermost thoughts without even asking...

He’s reading a well worn muggle book, detailed with notes from many reads to the point there’s very little blank space left. He’s been working on reading it while remus is at his study sessions, before returning the book to the shelf under his bedside table.

He’s gotten to the end, now. The end is nothing but the original notes, and Sirius finds it as disappointing as Remus apparently did. Remus says the story should have ended 60 pages ago. By the looks of the wear on the end of the book, Sirius thinks it’s unlikely he reads to the end when he re-reads.

So he adds his own notes. And perhaps a tiny confession. Remus may well never see it. Sirius isn’t brave enough to tell him himself.

He locks the note with the same spell remus used to hide his notes originally. Aparecium the only thing that will reveal them.

[all-too-random]

HP Next Gen HC: Character Information

This is just some very basic information about the next gen characters as I see them in my own hcs. I've made some for other canon characters as well as some of my OC's, if anyone wants that

Name: Edward Remus Lupin Nicknames: Teddy (by everyone), Tedward (by James) Birth Date: April 20, 1998 Parents: Remus Lupin & Nymphadora Tonks Siblings: None S/O: Victoire Weasley (as of his 6th year) Gender: Demi-Boy (amab) Pronouns: He/They Sexuality: Pansexual House: Hufflepuff Favorite Subject: Transfiguration Least Favorite Subject: Charms Patronus: Wolf Pet: an Owl named Solstice Blood Type: Half-Blood (Metamorphagus) Favorite Spell: Aparecium (makes ink invisible)

Name: Victoire Appoline Weasley Nicknames: Vic (everyone), Vicky (family ONLY) Birth Date: May 2, 2000 Parents: Bill Weasley & Fleur Weasley (Delacour) Siblings: Dominique Weasley, Louis Weasley S/O: Teddy Lupin (as of her 4th year) Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: She's not really sure. She's never been attracted to girls, but she's always attracted to Teddy, and he is not exactly cis House: Gryffindor Favorite Subject: Charms Least Favorite Subject: Music (she did it for one year... learned the hard way that she cannot sing) Patronus: Albatross Pet: Hermit crab named Shelldon (he stays at home when she's at school) Blood Type: Half-Blood (part veela, possibly a little werewolf??? Her family has never looked into it) Favorite Spell: Geminio (duplicates objects; she's always losing things, so duplicating them helps)

Name: Molly Willow Weasley Nicknames: None. She is Molly or nothing. Birth Date: December 14, 2001 Parents: Percy & Audrey Weasley Siblings: Lucy Weasley S/O: Calum Wood (as of her 6th year) Gender: Female Pronouns: She/her Sexuality: Straight House: Ravenclaw Favorite Subject: Ancient Runes Least Favorite Subject: Divination Patronus: Pheasant Pet: None. She doesn't want another responsibility. (Borrows Lucy's owl to send letters) Blood Type: Half-Blood Favorite Spell: Accio (summons an object)

Name: Dominique Charlene Weasley Nicknames: Domi (pretty much just family), Dom (everyone else) Birth Date: January 22, 2002 Parents: Bill Weasley & Fleur Weasley (Delacour) Siblings: Victoire Weasley, Louis Weasley S/O: Agnes "Aggie" Wood (as of her 5th year) Gender: Female Pronouns: She/her Sexuality: Lesbian House: Gryffindor Favorite Subject: Care of Magical Creatures Least Favorite Subject: Astronomy Patronus: Husky Pet: She is in charge of Peggy, the family Owl Blood Type: Half-blood (part veela, hopes she's part werewolf) Favorite Spell: Episkey (heals minor injuries; she's hurt a lot from quidditch)

Name: Fred Gideon Weasley II Nicknames: Freddy (by literally everyone; he's only Fred if he's in trouble) Birth Date: August 29, 2003 Parents: George Weasley & Angelina Weasley (Johnson) Siblings: Roxanne Weasley S/O: Astor Zabini (as of his 6th year) Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: ???? That's a good question, man, he doesn't know either House: Gryffindor Favorite Subject: History of Magic and Charms Least Favorite Subject: Ancient Runes (he took it because Molly recommended it, but it makes no sense to him) Patronus: Bassett Hound Pet: A toad named Frogger Blood Type: Half-Blood Favorite Spell: Scourgify (cleans an object; makes it really easy to clean his messes before he's caught)

Name: James Sirius Potter Nicknames: Jamie (by whoever feels like it) Birth Date: September 2, 2003 (he and Freddy were only born days apart, but bc of when their birthdays fall, James is a year behind in school) Parents: Harry Potter & Ginny Potter (Weasley) Siblings: Albus Potter, Lily Potter S/O: Rylee Finnigan (briefly in 4th year), Alison Longbottom (on-off 3rd year-5th year, solid from Christmas in 5th year-onward) Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Straight House: Gryffindor Favorite Subject: Transfiguration Least Favorite Subject: Potions Patronus: Mountain Lion Pet: An owl named Owlthello (he thinks it's hilarious; also he loves Shakespeare)  (he's also been begging his mom for a dog for YEARS!) Blood Type: Half-Blood Favorite Spell: Repairo (repairs broken objects; uses it on his glasses a lot)

Name: Lucille Audrey Weasley Nicknames: Lucy (by everyone. Hates being called Lucille) Birth Date: February 10, 2005 Parents: Percy & Audrey Weasley Siblings: Molly Weasley S/O: None Gender: "Gender is a social construct. I am whatever I feel like I am. But Im not a man, because fuck the patriarchy." Pronouns: She/They Sexuality: AroAce House: Ravenclaw Favorite Subject: Divination Least Favorite Subject: Ancient Runes (She's actually never taken it, but has decided it is her least favorite to spite her sister) Patronus: Raven Pet: An owl named Haven Blood Type:  Half-Blood Favorite Spell: Colloportus (closes a door & keeps it from being opened) (this is the only way they were able to stop their family from barging into their room)

Name: Roxanne Fabianna Weasley Nicknames: Roxy (was used a lot when she was little, but not so much as she got older) Birth Date: April 5, 2005 Parents: George Weasley & Angelina Weasley (Johnson) Siblings: Fred Weasley II S/O: Ty Jordan (as of her 3rd year) Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: Pansexual House: Gryffindor Favorite Subject: Herbology Least Favorite Subject: Transfiguration (everything is only ever partially transfigured...) Patronus: Hyena Pet: an owl named Gem (she wanted a cat, but she's allergic) Blood Type: Half-Blood Favorite Spell: Flagrate (allows the wand to write/draw in the air with fire) (she just thinks it's neat)

Name: Rose Bailey Granger-Weasley Nicknames: Rosie (by family only), Ro (sometimes, can be used by anyone) Birth Date: September 15, 2005 Parents: Ron & Hermione Granger-Weasley Siblings: Hugo Granger-Weasley S/O: Craig Bowker Jr. (as of her 5th year) Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: Straight, on the Ace spectrum House: Gryffindor Favorite Subject: History of Magic Least Favorite Subject: Care of Magical Creatures (they're too unpredictable) Patronus: Tuxedo cat Pet: A cat named Poppin Blood Type: Half-Blood Favorite Spell: Lumos (makes it easy to pull all-nighters)

Name: Albus Severus Potter Nicknames: Al (Harry; don't call him that.) Alby (by his family when he was young) Birth Date: March 9, 2006 Parents: Harry Potter & Ginny Potter (Weasley) Siblings: James Potter, Lily Potter S/O: Scorpius Malfoy (as of his 4th year) Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Gay House: Slytherin Favorite Subject: Potions Least Favorite Subject: Arithmancy (he took it one year bc of Scorpius. Never. Again.) Patronus: Grass Snake Pet: A ferret named Misty Blood Type: Half-Blood Favorite Spell: Revelio (revels a hidden object)

Name: Louis Arthur Weasley Nicknames: Lou Birth Date: November 12, 2006 Parents: Bill Weasley & Fleur Weasley (Delacour) Siblings: Victoire Weasley, Dominique Weasley S/O: Tierney Finnigan (as of their 4th year) Gender: Nonbinary/Genderfluid?? (They're still kinda figuring it out) Pronouns: Any (they/them is what they usually go by) Sexuality: Pansexual House: Hufflepuff Favorite Subject: Muggle Studies (also really likes Music, but it sometimes makes them feel dysphoric bc of their voice) Least Favorite Subject: Patronus: Dragon Fly Pet: A cat named Atlas Blood Type: Half-blood (part veela, possibly part werewolf) Favorite Spell: Lumos (she's afraid of the dark)

Name: Hugo Jack Granger-Weasley Nicknames: None Birth Date: April 16, 2008 Parents: Ron & Hermione Granger-Weasley Siblings: Rose Granger-Weasley S/O: Ruby Gilligan Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Bisexual House: Gryffindor Favorite Subject: Care of Magical Creatures Least Favorite Subject: History of Magic (its a lot of reading & he has dyslexia) Patronus: Hedgehog Pet: A toad named Toothless (he loves HTTYD) Blood Type: Half-Blood Favorite Spell: Aguamenti (he spent a lot of his childhood in Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, and has had to extinguish fires on multiple occassions)

Name: Lily Luna Potter Nicknames: Lil/Lils (by everyone), Lulu (by Abus) Birth Date: May 24, 2008 Parents: Harry Potter & Ginny Potter (Weasley) Siblings: James Potter, Albus Potter S/O: Lorcan Scamander (as of her 5th year) Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: Straight House: Gryffindor Favorite Subject: Divination, Astronomy, and Alchemy (she can't pick, she loves all three) Least Favorite Subject: DADA (she doesn't really want to know how to fight, if she's honest) Patronus: Field Mouse Pet: A cat named Aquarius Blood Type: Half-Blood Favorite Spell: Alohomora (opens a lock)

Name: Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy Nicknames: Scorp, Scor Birth Date: January 31, 2006 Parents: Draco Malfoy & Astoria Malfoy (Greengrass) Siblings: None S/O: Albus Potter (as of his 4th year) Gender: Male (feels gender-neutral, sometimes, but chooses to identify as male) Pronouns: He/They Sexuality: Gay House: Slytherin Favorite Subject: Potions Least Favorite Subject: He likes them all to a degree Patronus: Ferret Pet: An owl named Sparticus (also claims Albus' ferret as his "step-ferret") Blood Type: Pure Blood Favorite Spell: Avifors (turns small objects into birds. Does it when he's bored or to be petty)

[dramioneasks]

hiii, I’m looking for a fic where hermione leaves for about 6 years and comes back for a visit with a little boy. they have dinner and draco is there and the kid makes a comment about how he’s never seen someone with the same hair. There starts a thing where it’s his kid or not idk the details it’s a little fuzzy but main this is it’s a 6 year old kid who has Draco’s hair that is charmed to look brown. Please help I’m literally losing my shit trying to find the fic :(

APARECIUM BY LADYKENZ347 - M, 14 chapters - Hermione Granger has been away from London for six and a half years. When she returns, her son in tow, she runs into the one person she was hellbent on avoiding.

-Lisa

[marge-blainey]

Marge, do you have any absolute favourite spells? Any stories connected to them?

When I was a seventh year student and Noreen was starting her apprenticeship at Hogwarts I would leave her little notes and she in return. It was all rather scandalous, a student pining over a staff member, even though she was only two years my senior and my former tutor. It was imperative we kept things discreet, which is awfully hard for me, so Nori taught me Aparecium.

Aparecium is a charm that reveals hidden messages. We still use it from time to time for the nostalgia!

[braveclementine]

Chapter 14

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book. It is solely fluff- nothing sexual

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝖂𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 first week of February. Harry showed Hermione and I a diary he had found in Myrtle's bathroom. Someone had apparently tried to flush it away. Hermione was very excited with the diary for some reason. I thought it looked familiar and was trying to place where I'd seen it before.

We were sitting in the Gryffindor common room. I had my back to the rest of the room and kept feeling a prickling sensation on the back of my neck, a sure sign that Fred was probably looking over at us. It took all my willpower not to look at him.

Harry handed the diary over to Hermione. I hadn't seen this either and was starting to get agitated. Maybe my powers were broken. But I had seen the diary. . .it was Ginny's! I kept my mouth shut. It wasn't my business to tell them it was hers. . . or maybe I couldn't? It was hard to tell.

"Oooh, it might have hidden powers." Hermione said, opening the book and flipping through it.

"If it has, it's hiding them very well." Ron said, a bit amused. "Maybe it's shy." I laughed as Ron continued, addressing Harry, "I don't know why you don't chuck it, Harry."

"I wish I knew why someone did try to chuck it." Harry said with a slight frown. "I wouldn't mind knowing how Riddle got an aware for special services to Hogwarts either."

I frowned. Hadn't I seen that trophy last year?

"Could've been anything." Ron said bored. "Maybe he got thirty O.W.L.s or saved a teacher from the giant squid. Maybe he murdered Myrtle; that would've done everyone a favor. . ."

"It's impossible to get thirty O.W.Ls" I corrected him, frowning at him. I glanced over at Harry.

"What?" Ron asked, looking between Harry, Hermione, and me.

"Well," Harry said slowly, thinking hard, "the Chamber of Secrets was opened fifty years ago, wasn't it? That's what Malfoy said."

"Yeah. . ." Ron said curiously.

"And this diary is fifty years old. . ." Hermione said, tapping the diary.

"So?" Ron asked stupidly.

"Wake up Ron!" I snapped at him. Honestly! "We know the person who opened the Chamber last time was expelled fifty years ago. Riddle won an award for special services to the school fifty years ago. Perhaps Riddle got his award for catching the culprit. Therefore, his diary would hold all the secrets of the event."

"That's a brilliant theory, Elizabeth." Ron said sarcastically, "with just one tiny little flaw. There's nothing written in his diary."

Hermione quickly pulled her wand out of her bag. "It might be invisible ink!" She declared, smoothing down the page and pointing her wand at it, "Aparecium!" Nothing happened and I felt a swell of disappointment. However, Hermione wasn't done. She pulled out what looked like a Muggle eraser. "It's a Revealer, I got it in Diagon Alley." She said and rubbed hard on where the date would've been. Once again, nothing happened.

"I'm telling you, there's nothing to find in there." Ron said, leaning back on the couch. "Riddle just got a diary for Christmas and couldn't be bothered filling it in."

I frowned, unable to accept this theory, but also unable to figure out what the secret was. I would have to be on the lookout for visions.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione also went to look at the trophy that had Riddle's name on it, though I didn't go because I didn't feel like going. Instead, I spent much of the day working on the grounds with Hagrid. He was in a very peculiar mood but wouldn't tell me what was upsetting him.

In contrast, the castle was in a more hopeful mood than it had been before Christmas. There had been no more attacks and the Mandrakes were coming along nicely and healthy. The Heir of Slytherin had obviously lost his or her nerve. Perhaps, as Harry predicted, it was hibernating for another fifty years.

A majority of the younger Hufflepuffs believed that it was because Harry had revealed himself at the Dueling club and he could no longer open the chamber. This of course, was preposterous and not many of the other school houses believed in this, though some of the younger Ravenclaws were siding with the Hufflepuffs. But the Slytherins and Gryffindors didn't believe this at all.

Harry and I were on our way to the library to meet Ron and Hermione when we dodged a corner to avoid Lockhart who was talking to McGonagall. "I don't think there'll be any more trouble, Minerva. I think the Chamber has been locked for good this time. The culprit must have known it was only a matter of time before I caught him. Rather sensible to stop now, before I came down hard on him."

I scoffed as they passed us. Lockhart wasn't done talking though, while McGonagall looked like she wished she could disappear. "You know, what the school needs now is a morale-booster. Wash away the memories of last term! I won't say any more just now, but I think I know just the thing. . ."

He walked away, tapping himself on the nose, leaving McGonagall looking highly relieved. I wondered briefly what his idea of a morale-booster was. As long as it didn't include pixies, I was sure it was going to be. . . possibly okay?

There were no surprises until the fourteenth of February- Valentine's day.

I woke up on the morning feeling jittery for some reason. Possibly because it was a day of love? I dressed slowly, pulling on my robes, and putting my hair into a messy bun. In packed my school books slowly into my bag. Dragon ring- check. Bracelet- check. Three necklaces- check.

Since it was Valentines day, I relented with my self torture and pulled out two of my smaller Muggle novels and one of my more empty drawing pads.

Then, carrying those in my arms, I walked down towards the Great Hall.

I met up with Harry before the doors. He looked exhausted.

"Hullo Harry." I greeted him cheerfully.

"'lo L-L-Liz." He yawned.

He pulled open the door and we stepped through and froze. I dropped my books on accident but didn't bend down to pick them up. I stared around me in disgust. Then, collecting my senses (only partly as I forgot to use magic), I quickly bent down and picked up my books.

The walls were covered with large pink flowers. There was a peculiar smell like lavender, lemon, roses, and the overwhelming smell of cilantro. It was all a peculiar mixture and made my throat tickle, making me cough. There was heart-shaped confetti falling from the pale blue ceiling.

I couldn't believe Dumbledore would let something like this happen. We sat down at the Gryffindor table, the closest table to the teachers. Ron was sharing my look of disgust and Hermione had been overcome with a fit of giggles.

"What's going on?" Harry asked, wiping confetti off of his bacon. I stared at the food in disgust. Everything was covered in a thin layer of confetti, making it inedible. I wrinkled my nose. The smell of the food was mixing with the other smells. I leaned away, starting to feel sick.

Ron pointed up at the teacher's table, unable to speak. Harry and I turned our heads to look. Lockhart was wearing lurid pink robes. I dropped my mouth in horror. He was waving for silence. The teachers that sat on either side of him were looking stony-faced. From where we were sitting, I could see a muscle going through McGonagall's cheek. Snape looked as though he had swallowed something disgusting tasting.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" Lockhart shouted. "And may I thank the forty-six people who have so far sent me cards! Yes, I have taken the liberty of arranging this little surprise for you all- and it doesn't end here!"

"It's horrendous." I said aloud, not watching how loud my voice was. Luckily, it only seemed to carry to surrounding Gryffindors and some of the teachers. Snape's lips twitched into a two second smirk and Professor McGonagall covered her mouth to stop a laugh. Lockhart however, was too busy clapping his hands and a bunch of dwarfs entered the Great Hall.

The opening of the doors sent another gust towards the tables and the smell entered my nose again. I started to cough again and I pressed a hand against my mouth to stifle it. My eyes were streaming with tears. I looked down at the floor, trying to breathe. Harry shot me a concerned look. He probably remembered how I reacted to the battery acid in the hospital wing.

"I'm not good with overwhelming smells." I choked out in his ear. "Don't know why."

"You should get out of here." Harry muttered back as I wiped tears from my cheeks.

"I hope this is gone soon, I wanted to eat." I muttered.

"My friendly, card-carrying cupids!" Lockhart said. There were titters all around the Great Hall. "They will be roving around the school today delivering your valentines! And the fun doesn't stop here! I'm sure my colleagues will want to enter into the spirit of the occasion! Why not ask Professor Snape to show you how to whip up a Love Potion!"

I found myself overcome with my own fit of giggles while still coughing. The idea of Snape doing that was simply ludicrous. Lockhart wasn't finished either.

"And while you're at it, Professor Flitwick knows more about Entrancing Enchantments than any wizard I've ever met, the sly old dog!"

Snape looked murderous. Professor Flitwick had his face in his hands, either flattered but the compliment or completely demoralized.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron all left to get to their first class which was Charms. I had class with them, but I stayed behind for a second, looking for Fred. He was sitting with George and Lee and didn't look my way as I stood. My heart plummeted but I knew I should've expected it. I turned to leave the Great Hall.

"Elizabeth!" I turned to face Fred, feeling very apprehensive. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Snape turn his head slightly to see what was happening.

"Hi." I said, my heart beating quickly. I thought I may throw up. Fred seemed the complete opposite of nervous.

"Will you be my Valentine?" He asked, a goofy smile appearing on his face.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. "I'd love to." I said, blushing. He bent down and kissed me on the lips like he had on Christmas day under the mistletoe. Lee wolf whistled and I stuck my tongue out at him, childishly. Then, practically skipping, I rushed to Charms so I wasn't late. Fresh air filled my lungs and I felt much better than I had in a while.

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𝕴 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖒𝖞 private potions lesson with Snape tonight and for some reason, I was even more nervous than before. Perhaps that was because I had a present and a secret for Snape tonight. My hands shook as I pushed the door open.

I was surprised as I walked in. It was exactly how it always was, but this time, there was a faint smell of. . . cookies? I couldn't find the source of the smell however and sat down at my usual spot. This gave me time to pull out the drawing that I had done today. I waited, nervous, trembling on the stool.

Snape came from his office, carrying about seven or eight jars and set them down in a row on the table. I slid the drawing off the table, setting it down next to me. No cookies.

Professor Snape didn't offer anything outside of the lesson, though for some reason, seemed unlike himself. Perhaps someone had asked him how to make a love potion. Just the mental image in my mind made my lips curve up into a smile and he knew I wasn't paying attention.

"What?" He asked a bit coolly.

"Did anyone ask you how to make a love potion today?" I asked, looking at him.

"No." He said shortly.

"Can you tell me how to make one?" I asked.

He pressed his lips together. "You don't need one, you've already got boys wrapped around your finger."

I frowned. "I wasn't going to use it! I simply want to know for the sake of knowledge. Besides, I'm not dating anyone."

He actually had the audacity to roll his eyes at me! "Would Fred Weasley give the same answer?"

I glared at him. "I'm his valentine for one day! He's not my boyfriend."

"That's not what you said, actually." Snape said though he sounded less cool and more amused. I stared at him, a bit confused and rethought my words over. Snape sighed, "You said you weren't dating anyone. Boyfriend and dating are two different concepts, don't you think?"

"Oh, yes, well of course." I said, blushing. They were different concepts, of course. "But you're the potions master, not the English teacher. Stop correcting my grammar!"

He full out smiled and I couldn't help but smile back. Then, he quickly 'corrected' his expression back to his sullen self and pulled out a sheet of parchment paper with a list of instructions and ingredients on it. He went over the basic ingredients- so basic that he barely had to touch on them as we used a majority of them in different potions this year. He also explained the side-effects of having children if a parent was under the influence of a love potion.

Apparently, if one parent is under the influence of a love potion, it means that the bond between the parents isn't real. The chemical bonds in the love potion then affected the fetus or baby in the mother's womb. When the child was born, it grew up incapable of human emotions- especially and foremost: love. It was a horrible concept but I found it extremely fascinating.

At the end of the lesson I finally asked him, "Why does it smell like cookies in here?"

He gathered up the jars, stacking them and did not look at me as I answered. "It doesn't matter, does it?"

I frowned. Well no, it didn't matter, but I was hungry and I wanted food and if he had cookies, I wanted them. "Well, no, I suppose it doesn't matter. I'm just hungry."

He sighed, but it was a sigh of amusement (I think) and not exasperation at my childishness (I think). "Well there are no cookies, if that was what you are getting at." I got disappointed but didn't let it show. "It was because. . ." He hesitated, "I noticed that you were coughing a lot at the great hall. Gilderoy tends to overdo things as you've noticed. I just thought you'd like this particular scent better."

I was overcome with emotion for a moment and then came to my senses and said, "Thank you."

He went back into his office to put away the jars. This was usually when I left and I didn't see him for some time. I stood, uncertainly and picked up the drawing I had made. It was something simple, a glass jar that was full of Lilies and Magnolia 'Elizabeth' flowers on a simple table. I'd drawn a shadeless glass window in the back which let in rays of light that landed on the flower jar on the table. Nothing was colored but if was very obvious what the flowers were.

"Um, Professor?" I asked. He came back out of the office, looking sullen. I held it out with a shaking hand. "Um, I drew this for you. . . not necessarily for Valentines' day. I just. . . er- thought you might like it. But um. . . look at it after I leave."

He took it from my hand and I turned, grabbing my bag, and hurried to the door. I paused for a moment and then said, "You should smile more. It looks good on you." I wrenched the door opened and made my way back to the common room, my heart thumping sporadically from nerves.

I took all my jewelry off, including my parents necklace methodically, and put all of it in the top drawer. I quickly got into my nightdress and laid in the bed. I stayed awake for a long time before I fell asleep.

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌, I didn't have time to think about Fred or Snape or Cedric, or any other boy that I might've wanted to think about. Instead, Harry asked me to meet him, Ron, and Hermione in the courtyard. Perplexed, I did so after lunch.

"What's up?" I asked, wrapping my cloak around me. "Did something happen?"

"Harry found out how the diary works." Hermione said in a hushed voice.

I looked at him in surprise. He didn't seem very happy about it. In fact, none of them did and this made me feel worried. "How? What happened?"

Harry told me how he found out the diary writes back if you write in it. Riddle was the narrator of the story and had actually pulled Harry into the diary! Then, Harry had gone through Riddle's memory where Riddle found that the culprit was none other than. . . Hagrid.

But really, I had known that, hadn't I? I'd said as much in Dumbledore's office months ago. I had said that it was Hagrid. And if it wasn't Hagrid, than Riddle either got the wrong person. . .or Riddle was the culprit and put the blame on Hagrid.

I sat down on a stone bench. Since it was freezing cold, there was no one else about. "There are things that don't add up though." I said, frowning.

"Like what?" Harry asked dully. "We always knew Hagrid had been expelled. And the attacks must've stopped after Hagrid was kicked out. Otherwise, Riddle wouldn't have got his award." He seemed to have accepted this no matter how badly he didn't want to.

I shook my head. "But it's supposed to be the Heir of Slytherin. Hagrid was a Gryffindor."

"People think I'm the Heir of Slytherin and I'm in Gryffindor." Harry said dully. I wondered for the briefest second if Harry wanted it to be Hagrid.

I tried a different tactic. "Hagrid was in his third year, Harry. If Dumbledore doesn't think that you could do it in your second year, what makes you think Hagrid could've done it in his third year? Plus," I tacked on, "If it really had been Hagrid, why would Dumbledore have let Hagrid stay on as gamekeeper?"

"Because." Harry argued back. "Riddle said that Headmaster Dippet- the headmaster at that time- covered it as a freak accident. Plus, knowing Hagrid, it was most likely an accident that the girl died."

I sighed. Some of it made sense, and some of it did not.

"Do you think we should go and ask Hagrid about it all?" Hermione asked in a small voice. Harry, Ron, and I all looked at each other in states of shock, though I thought she might have a fair point.

"That'd be a cheerful visit." Ron said in a fake, cheerful voice. "Hello, Hagrid. Tell us, have you been setting anything mad and hairy loose in the castle lately?"

We all laughed a bit half-heartedly. In the end though, we decided not to go to Hagrid unless things got worse.

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𝕺𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝕰𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐, we had to choose new classes for next year, something I took very seriously. Hermione also, took it extremely seriously.

"It could affect our whole future." she said as the four of us pored over the new subjects at the Gryffindor table. I had been obliged to do this activity at the Hufflepuff table but as the other Hufflepuffs were ignoring me, I didn't feel obligated to do any such thing.

"I just want to give up Potions." Harry said glumly, staring at the list.

"We can't." Ron said gloomily. "We keep all our old subjects, or I'd've ditched Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"But that's very important." Hermione said, sounding shocked.

"Not the way Lockhart teaches it. I haven't learned anything from him except not to set pixies loose." Ron said, holding up two pamphlets.

I giggled and then sighed, "I would've given up astronomy a long time ago." I said. Astronomy was the only class that I didn't have an O in- the highest grade you could get. It irked me, but it also wasn't like I was trying my hardest in the class either. Maybe, I thought grudgingly, I should ask Professor Sinistra for private lessons.

Neville hadn't picked any classes yet. He'd been attacked by a flock of owls today as his relatives told him which classes to pick and which ones not to pick. Dean Thomas on the other hand had grown up Muggle. Closing his eyes, he picked two random subjects with his wand. Hermione meanwhile, signed up for every available class.

Percy gave all the second years lovely advice. As much as people tend to think of Percy as a bit of a busy-body, pushy, bossy person, he did have sound advice. I quite liked him too and was eager to take what he said into account. We should, in short terms, pick subjects to help us in whatever field we want to go into.

His advice made me consider every single available class. There were other classes however that were only available to sixth and seventh years like Alchemy, Advanced Arithmancy, and Apparition. However, because I was going to be a third year, I could also take the less known electives. Here is the list of all the classes that are possible to sign up for:

Arithmancy Alchemy Care of Magical Creatures Divination Muggle Studies Study of Ancient Runes Ancient Studies Magical Theory

And Hermione had signed up for everything.

So did I. Except Alchemy.

My schedule next year would consist of 14 classes, which was nearly impossible. Hermione's consisted of 15, which irked me, but I couldn't bring myself to sign up for Alchemy. I knew I would hate it- there was Astronomy involved. We handed our papers in. The entire time, I hated that I hadn't signed up for Alchemy even though I'd know I'd hate it.

I didn't have time to worry about which classes my teachers would make me weed out, however, because the Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff game was coming soon. Since Oliver had booked Gryffindor for every night after dinner before curfew, Cedric was having us practice early mornings before breakfast.

This had me going to bed early and I had stopped my Potions, Charms, and Transfiguration tutoring so that I could get enough rest and still finish homework at the same time. None of the Professors seemed to mind. Snape wanted Gryffindor crushed and was more than willing to stop giving me homework if it meant Hufflepuff won the cup. I disapproved of this and practically had to coax homework out of him after class. I hadn't stopped private lessons with him for Defense Against the Dark Arts because I considered it a class, not a private lesson.

Professor Flitwick was neutral in his opinion of the Quidditch game and simply wished me the best of luck, while Professor McGonagall had a harder time wishing me luck.

However, when the day of the match came, I was jolted awake with a vision. I had seen the infirmary again, this time a Ravenclaw laying on the bed next to Hermione. I laid in bed for several minutes, trying to figure out the timeline so I knew when Hermione was going to be attacked.

No, what was I doing? I had to tell Dumbledore!

I got up and got dressed in my Quidditch robes and grabbed my broom. I flew down the dorm stairs and was going to go straight past the Great Hall when I was intercepted by a pale, but excited Cedric.

"Elizabeth!" He cried. "Lovely, hurry! Come and eat!"

I hesitated but, surely it couldn't hurt if I told Dumbledore after the game? I followed Cedric into the Great Hall, glancing over at the Gryffindor table. Hermione was there with Harry and Ron and I relaxed a little. I'd just have to keep my eye on her.

Our team was to excited to eat. Ravenclaw had won last year and Slytherin the year before that. We were pumped because this could be our chance to win the game! I was so excited, that when another vision popped into my head, I pushed it away instead of looking. Mistake one.

We grabbed our brooms at half past ten and made our way out to the Quidditch pitch. We were already at the pitch when I had another vision. The game was going to be. . .cancelled? I realized then that Hermione would be in danger today. I paled greatly and my stomach did a turn. Cedric pulled the team together, but I dashed out the door. He shouted my name, but I ignored him, running as fast as possible back to the castle.

I had to find someone. Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, any of them. I ran back towards the castle and sighed with relief as I saw McGonagall coming out of the school.

"Professor!" I shouted, dashing over to her. She looked at me hurriedly. I caught my breath and said, "There's going to be another attack! Hermione-"

"Miss Kane, it's already happened." Professor McGonagall said in an uneasy voice. "The game is cancelled."

"No! Professor!" I exclaimed.

"Wait here, Miss Kane." McGonagall said and continued down to the pitch. I burst into tears. I wasn't particularly sure what I was crying about. Hermione? The Game? Our chance of winning? Pressure? The feeling of being so completely useless with my visions?

A few moments later I heard boos and hisses from the crowd and knew that McGonagall had just told about the cancelled match. McGonagall came back up the stairs another few moments later, Harry and Ron in two. They took a look at my blotchy face.

"What happened?" Harry asked.

I shook my head, unable to answer and drifted behind them as we made our way to the hospital wing.

"This will be a bit of a shock." Professor McGonagall said in a soft tone that I'd never heard her use before. "There has been another attack. . . another double attack."

Madam Pomfrey was bending over the Ravenclaw girl at this moment, giving a clear line of sight to Hermione's petrified body.

"Hermione!" Ron groaned.

"They were found near the library." Professor McGonagall said, sounding a little choked up. "I don't suppose any of you can explain this? It was on the floor next to them. . ." She held up a small, circular mirror.

Harry and Ron shook their heads. I took the mirror in my hands. A vision came to me of Hermione using it to look around corners. I frowned. "She was. . . using it to look around corners for some reason?"

Professor McGonagall took the mirror from me. "Do you know why?"

I shook my head. Professor McGonagall sighed heavily. "I will escort the three of you to Gryffindor tower. Then, I'll take you to the Hufflepuff common room Miss Kane."

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𝕴 𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖉 𝖎𝖓 my bed, feeling completely wretched. The others were all fast asleep while I laid awake. There were new rules. No one was the leave the common room after six. We'd be escorted to each lesson by teachers. Quidditch matches were postponed. No more evening activities.

I sat up. I couldn't stay in here anymore. I felt a peculiar urge to go to the forest tonight and that was what I was going to do. I quietly slipped out of bed, pulling on my thick cloak. I left all the jewelry behind so I wouldn't lose it in the dark. My dragon ring was curled up on the side table, snoring softly.

I packed my bag with my journal and sketchbooks. Sometimes, there were scenes that could only be captured at night. And then I'd have an innocent reason for being out of bed tonight. . . whatever the real reason that was making me go outside was, probably wasn't as innocent.

I carried my shoes down the stairs and put them on before I left the common room door. I snuck through the castle and made my way outside. I crept across the grounds, staying in the shadows, and made my way to the same field of flowers that I had drawn on the day of Justin and Nearly Headless Nicks' attack.

The flowers were in full bloom under the moon. The clearing was brightly lit, though it wasn't entirely full moon. The flowers were glowing- they must be moonflowers.

Immediately, there were approaching hoofbeats. I stood quickly. A group of centaurs were running past, none of them paying attention to me except Ivagio who gave me a little nod. Firenze was not part of them and I felt a bit disappointed.

I worked on my drawing until I felt that it was perfected. Then, I compared it to the drawing that I had drawn in the daytime. Sure, there were some major differences. There was no snow in my night drawing. It did look somewhat the same, each flower in it's place. But I'd drawn at a different angle the moon had given the flowers a different shading from the sun.

I got up, brushing dirt off of my robes and made my way back through the forest. I'd come back soon and say hello to Firenze some other time. Then, as I neared the end of the forest, I saw that Firenze was standing near the edge of the forest, looking out towards the grounds.

"Firenze?" I whispered. I did not startle him. I hadn't bothered to be quiet and he had probably heard my approach from several feet away. "What are you doing?"

"Watching, Elizabeth Kane, watching." He did not turn to look at me, nor elaborate, his gaze fixed on Hagrid's cabin. I saw multiple shadows moving behind his veiled windows.

I stood next to him. What was going on? Was Hagrid in any danger. I went to move closer, perhaps even next to the door to hear what was going on, but Firenze put a hand on my shoulder- stopping me. I looked up.

"Can you hear what's going on?" I whispered.

Firenze's face turned amused, but he kept his voice low, "I may be part horse, but my hearing does not extend that far."

"Er- sorry." I blushed and kept quiet after that.

Suddenly, a loud voice exploded for the house, making me jump. It was Hagrid's, "YEH CAN' TAKE DUBMLEDORE! TAKE HIM AWAY, AN' THE MUGGLE-BORNS WON' STAND A CHANCE! THERE'LL BE KILLIN' NEXT!"

Take Dumbledore away? I quickly squeezed my eyes closed. Yes, Fudge- the Minister of Magic- and Lucius Malfoy- Draco's dad- were in Hagrid's house along with Dumbledore, Hagrid and. . . Harry and Ron under the invisibility cloak!

I opened my eyes again, peering out. There were no more outbursts but since I had seen the entire thing in my mind, I had a general assumption of what was being said.

"This is not good." Firenze said. I looked up to see that he was frowning. "Hagrid and Dumbledore are being taken away."

"Why are they taking Hagrid?" I asked. My voice sounded as though I was going to cry. Perhaps I was- it had been a rough day.

"For something he has not done." Firenze said in the mysterious way that centaurs did when asked a straight-forward question.

I moaned softly. Poor Hagrid.

The door was then thrown open and I rushed forward. Perhaps I could convince Minister Fudge not to take Hagrid. Firenze however, caught me around the waist with his long arms and pulled me back against his chest. "There is nothing you can do and you are not supposed to be out so late." he whispered in my ear.

I watched, tears trickling down my cheeks, as Lucius led triumphantly in front with Dumbledore following, looking serious, but not very upset. In fact, he looked a bit amused. Fudge and Hagrid came along- Hagrid looking terrified. I very nearly let out a sob and Firenze actually put a hand over my mouth. Poor, poor Hagrid. He didn't deserve this. I struggled just slightly in Firenze's arms but his muscles didn't deceive his strength- he was much stronger than me and barely had to tighten his arms to keep me restrained.

Fudge too, looked upset as well. However, I suspected this was more about Dumbledore leaving than perhaps locking an innocent person in Azkaban.

Finally, they were all gone and Firenze thought it safe to release me. "Go back to the castle Elizabeth Kane." Firenze said. "Without Dumbledore in the castle and Hagrid in the forest, there isn't much safety anymore."

I did what he said, stumbling back up to the castle, and collapsing on my bed back in my dorm. Weakness overcame me and I cried myself to sleep.

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