#as well as being ashamed to be helped by a muggleborn

[pangaeaseas]

ohhhh my god the lily was a bad friend to Snape thing pisses me off so fucking much. just willful misreading and frankly sometimes disturbing blaseness towards what the real problem was (not just the slur! JOINING A FUCKING HATE GROUP! and also slurs are bad--we should be able to understand this, right?) I mean one of the problems with it is that it doesn't fully understand the multiple power dynamics at play--blood status, gender, AND social class are all important in the lily/Snape and Lily/Snape/marauders dynamics. And also? I think Lily is meant to be read as not actually of a significantly higher class than Snape--she's working class but her family is slightly more financially stable and determined to hold themselves above him! So the class dynamics aren't 'rich popular girl Lily and poor bullied Snape' it's 'also poor but slightly less poor Lily'!! AND this interaction cannot be read without Snape's blood status privilege. And. Of course. The fact that him calling her a mudblood in public was a sign of him fully embracing Death Eater ideals and he went on to join the Death Eaters--having already been associating with them for a while. The initial slur isn't even forgiveable but it becomes even more heinous when you remember he was joining a group dedicated to exterminating her because of who she was. Why should she give a shit about who bullied him anymore? When we talk about what Lily and Snape are doing post Snape's Worst Memory, I would say that the fact Snape joins the freaking Death Eaters is a far worse betrayal of their friendship than Lily marrying James (which isn't even a betrayal, exactly, as she is, you know, an autonomous person with her own wants needs and opinions).

[avidrawsthings]

do you have any headcanons for Ominis and would any of them apply to your au?

Yep! They apply to my au so that it'll tie together. I'll have a post separate for his relationship with Angela specifically, and how his family reacts to that.

One detail that stuck out to me in the cutscenes I viewed was his introduction if your player character is Sorted into Slytherin. It was his line of, "My family on my father's side are direct descendants of Salazar Slytherin-"

With the family's known history of inbreeding for the sake of maintaining blood purity, I found it interesting that Ominis said his father's side rather than something along the lines of "my family" being Slytherin's direct descendants.

Mr. Gaunt's first name is Maleus, while Mrs. Gaunt is named Cassiopeia, who comes from the Malfoy family.

Maleus married twice. The first wife died of illness some years prior. Cassiopeia is his second wife, and Ominis is her only surviving child. She did have 3 more but they all died during infancy. Such losses combined with feeling ashamed by his condition, she's emotionally abusive towards him. She's unable to have more children and blames him for it.

Ominis is the third youngest of 11 children, while Marvolo is the oldest, being around 11-12 years older than him.

Because of his blindness, poor Ominis was basically seen as the runt of the litter by his parents and siblings. His refusal to participate in torturing Muggles only further justified their mistreatment of him in their eyes. Marvolo is the worst of the bunch.

Although Ominis keeps his distance from them as much as possible, his father is still keeping tabs on him through his connection with Headmaster Black.

Ominis knows this, and it ties into why he doesn't bother to debunk the nastier rumors about him. He wasn't afraid of what his classmates said, but what his family would do to those he'd associate with that they would see as unworthy. He didn't want to risk anyone else being victimized by his family, and if that meant putting up with bad rumors about him, so be it.

When he first met Sebastian and Anne in their First Year, he was hesitant for this reason. To his relief, them being fellow Pureblood Slytherins was enough for his family not to intervene.

His father is well aware of his preference to go to Feldcroft at every chance he gets. He's simply waiting for Ominis to be of age before taking back control and reminding him of his place and responsibilities to the Gaunt family.

His random sleeping spells are the result of Narcolepsy.

Can play the piano very well.

Is well-versed in Floriography, the language of flowers, which was very popular during that time period.

He can see and sense Ancient Magic, but never questioned it. As far as he knew, it was just basic Magic that he could see and nothing else.

His blindness is caused by cortical cataracts. He still has some degree of vision, knows what colors look like and can make out some shapes, but it's still very blurry and hazy.

He has heightened hearing and can sense vibrations through the floors and grounds. Also has a stronger sense of smell.

After starting Hogwarts, a Muggleborn 7th year taught him a spell that would convert the text in his books into Braille, as they also had blind relatives and wanted to give a helping hand. While he never told anyone outside of Sebastian and Anne as a safety precaution, Ominis remained forever grateful to that individual.

He owns specialized quills that write out whatever he says out loud, which is how he gets his written assignments done.

[labyrinthhofmymind]

just thinking about canon lily evans and all the shit she had to deal with from the men in her life…

LET’S GET INTO IT

FIRST, her bestfriend of many years was constantly harassing her other friends and anyone else that was like her, using slurs and just in general being a prejudiced bastard who thought lily was the exception. lily gave him SO many chances, and he kept messing up. she would’ve been so embarrassed and pissed off, just begging and pleading that’ll he’ll come around, but he never did.

SECOND, she’s placed in the house with some of the most narcissistic and idiotic men ever. james is constantly pestering her and asking her out, making her seem stupid and ashamed in front of the entire school. he picks fights with her ex bestfriend too which doesn’t help the situation, and uses snape’s horrible behaviour as an excuse to be a bully. sirius ALSO torments snape and makes fun of lily, always egging james on and helping him with pranks and hexes.

THIRD, once she FINALLY gets on good terms with all of the marauders, they are forced to enter a war as children, and soon enough remus and sirius are at each other’s throats thinking that the other is the traitor. THEN james jumps on the band wagon, and poor lily has to try and keep them all at bay and also swat them over the head for daring to think their FRIENDS would betray each other.

FOURTH, turns out a friend DID betray her, and she has to face the consequences for making peter pettigrew her secret keeper. this ultimately results in both her and james dying, sirius being sent to azkaban, and harry being forced to live with petunia.

FIFTH, lily has a husband who LEAVES HIS WAND ON THE COUCH, EVEN THOUGH THEY’RE HIDING OUT AND SHOULD BE ON ALERT AT ALL TIMES. WHO ANSWERS THE DOOR IN THE MIDDLE OF A WAR WITHOUT THEIR WAND MHM JAMES?????

SIXTH, just in general lily has to deal with dumbledore and his willingness to throw children into battle, as well as his manipulation and blackmail, and his belief of sacrifices for the greater good.

WHAT DO ALL OF THESE PROBLEMS HAVE IN COMMON???? THEY WERE MEN!!!!!!

this isn’t to mention lily having to deal with a shitty sister who doesn’t love her the way she is, being a muggleborn and a women in the 70s at hogwarts, being forced to grow up way too fast, and finally having the opportunity to be a mother and wife, only to have both of those things taken away from her. THE PROPHECY. THE GOD DAMN PROPHECY.

in conclusion, i wouldn’t have blamed lily in the slightest if she was to become a villian, that poor girl had to deal with so much and the fact people still hate on her ASTOUNDS me. she had to deal with the marauders at all stages in their life (including their annoying, childish, and immature era), she had to deal with snape, she had to deal with slytherins constantly hexing her and calling her slurs, AND she had to deal with dumbledore. all the while she still manages to be at the top of all of her classes, maintain friendships, get into slughorns good graces, keep in touch with her family, fight in a war, get married, HAVE A BLOODY CHILD, and look good doing it??????

lily evans pls take me i will love and treat you sooo much better than any man

[gayliketheancients]

hiiii gay can i request pandalilly raising baby luna perhaps? just fluffy slice of life, maybe their typical weekend mornings <333

I GOTCHU. You made my whole day asking for this thank you sm

micro Pandalily raising Luna fic at 560 words❣️

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Lily had long given up on sleeping in.

During the war, she felt like all she did was sleep most days. The exhaustion of being pregnant with Harry and never knowing where, when, or with who she’d be safe then had left her in a constant state of fatigue. There were days when even the idea of leaving the bed to go to the bathroom had felt like an insurmountable task.

The war had ended with Peter, and his quick thinking. He’d brought Voldemort to their home, but he hadn’t left them unprepared. Lily wasn’t ashamed in saying she was the one who unleashed the curse that ended the war that night. A muggleborn ending the war of blood supremacy hadn’t exactly gone over with a parade, but she couldn’t complain compared to how life had changed.

Mornings had gone from tense, quiet affairs waiting for the post to being filled with insane breakfasts and stories narrated in funny voices. The end and the beginning all came down to her, her family, and their refusal to give up at all costs.

Looking through the kitchen window at where Luna and Pandora were hunting in the back garden for nargels, Lily couldn’t find herself to regret it.

Their home wasn’t the largest, and it surely wasn’t how most wizarding families chose to decorate. Little drawings Luna and Harry had done hung everywhere on the largest wall of the sitting room, in full view for their guests when they had tea. There were books everywhere, a small cauldron of Wolfsbane being brewed for Remus, toys on every possible surface. There were no enchanted portraits, but there were pictures of their loved ones hung everywhere, filling their home with as much love as they could.

James would be dropping Harry off for her week soon, and Lily couldn’t wait. They had an outing planned to take the kids out to pick out a kneazel kitten, and everything felt right in the world finally.

Lily waved her wand, enchanting the tray of drinks to float out in front of her as she headed outside.

“Mama!” Luna yelled as soon as Lily crossed the threshold, running at her full force. Lily bent down just in time to grab the four year old launching herself into her arms.

“La Lune, baby, what are you and Mummy doing?” She asked with a smile.

Luna’s face scrunched up slightly on her nose. “It’s a secret.”

“Well, good for you, little love, that I am an excellent secret keeper.”

Luna let out a little laugh, then leaned in close to whisper in her ear.

“Mummy asked me to help pick out all the prettiest flowers so she could give them to you. But I can’t ‘cause you’re the prettiest flower! I don’t know what to do,” the little one whined, and Lily couldn’t help but grin.

“Maybe we can pick them out together? That way Mummy and I can both give each other flowers?”

Luna looked like she was thinking it over hard for a moment before nodding. She grabbed Lily’s hand and tried with all her tiny strength to pull her toward the butterfly bushes first, saying they were her favorite.

The early morning sun shone brightly on their little family that weekend, and Lily couldn’t even find herself missing wanting to sleep in anymore.

[ashboilol]

Draco is only second to Hermione in terms of intelligence.

Now, before you say "No, there's no evidence to suggest he is!", there is evidence I will use. There are also a few points I will debunk, just to prove my point. Please don't assume I'm a Draco fan either, as I hate Draco.

Firstly, our most prominent evidence, the Vanishing Cabinet. Draco was able to fix it. No, they require magic to fix. No tool or aid from the Room of Requirement will help with something which requires magic. People who claim he should've taken the room's help are taking its name too siriusly (pun intended). Lemme clear it for you guys. The Room of Requirement gives you your desired ACCOMODATION, and then gives you anything you want, but as stated by Neville, CANNOT DEFY MAGIC. So, the room can't give him something to help with a task that requires AN ENCHANTMENT. An enchantment means exactly that. No magical tool will suffice. Hell, the room can't provide food because of the laws of magic, while Molly Weasley can. So inaccurate point. Only thing left is that Draco fixed the cabinet, and used it to start a fucking raid. Also, he worked out the connection - he was the only one besides MAYBE Snape - between the broken cabinet and the one in Borgin and Burkes. So he's pretty smart. Easily this is Hermione-level.

Second thing is that him and Hermione were the only two who could, in their year, perform a Protean Charm. Albeit, Draco performed it a year after, but to get the idea of performing it you must already know it, or he learned it instantly. The second is also Hermione-level, hell, the second one is arguably above Hermione-level, given that Hermione is someone who studies something thoroughly beforehand, while Draco just learned it...instantly. The first is Hermione-level. This would put Draco comfortably above Hermione if not for her grades.

People may say "But Draco had bad grades!". All Lucius said in CoS is that if Draco's grades don't pick up, he may not succeed. Now, the thing is, Lucius says next line that Draco was beaten by a Muggleborn, which means that IF WE TAKE BOTH LINES INTO CONTEXT, along with Draco claiming that the teachers pick favorites (which is not true btw, I'm not saying it is), then Draco basically IS THE TOP 2 in his class. All Lucius is mad about is that a Muggleborn got more than him. So, Draco did get good grades, but Lucius is mad at him for being beaten by a Muggleborn. Lucius didn't say Draco should be ashamed of getting unsatisfactory grades, only that he should have beaten someone who is apparently below him.

Now, the man's owls. He got an unknown number of owls, but given that according to McGonagall he had an OWL in one of the hardest subjects, he should have gotten an even higher grade in Charms which is easier. He was clearly a prodigy in Potions aswell, as Snape won't hand out praise for nothing, not even to his own house, who he favours. So, we can assume, assuming Draco got an E in Transfiguration, that he got an O in Charms and Potions. And given how smart Draco is, and considering he is a prodigy at Potions, he should have had an O in Herbology as well, given that Herbology is required for Potions. Or he had an E, but that's highly unlikely given that Herbology is learning about the ingredients of Potions, so considering Draco knows Potions well, he must know Herbology well, as Herbology is the basics to Potions. So four OWLS. Now, he never attended Divination, but Hermione also dipped from that, so no matter. Neither of them took Care of Magical Creatures, so we can only assume, again, given how smart Draco is, and given that Draco was shown in PoA to be equal to Harry in Care of Magical Creatures, that he got an E. So Hermione beats him there. We don't know his OWL in Astronomy, so yeah, based on how smart I proved Draco to be, hell yeah boy he got 12 OWLS. He may have gotten an E or A in History of Magic, but the A is a minor possibility due to that rotten-bitch-whore-fat-cow-Dementor Pink Toad- sorry I meant Umbridge. Draco was equal to Harry in DADA, and before GoF, possibly better. Hence, in DADA, Draco beats Hermione as he got an O (most likely).

So now let's compare them.

DADA : Draco.

Transfiguration: Hermione.

Charms : Both.

Potions : Both.

Herbology : Both.

History of Magic : Both.

Care of Magical Creatures : Hermione.

In terms of grades, by fifth year, Hermione wins 6-5.

In terms of overall strategy and planning, Draco wins out with a huge amount of effort. He starteda raid, and while Hermione has shown genius throughout the books, it's important to remember that:

Hermione was given a lot more time than Draco.

In one book alone, Draco's genius equalled any feat Hermione has done over the course of the seven books. If Draco was Harry's friend, Draco would have shown a massive amount of feats in this department.

In battle planning, Draco is shown to catch his opponents off guard, like with Harry in CoS. Draco also would NEVER put his guard down in battle, and while Hermione isn't dumb, she, in OOTP, decided, in the midst of battle, to start praising Harry. Serious bonehead move on Hermione's part, which Draco would never commit.

Yeah no, I ain't saying that Draco is super duper smart or smth. He isn't, but it's important to remember than none of the main heroes except Snape are. Though tbh Snape is an anti-hero, but Ima count him as Harry said he's a hero.

However. Draco is, in conclusion, just as smart as, if not OVERALL smarter than Hermione Granger

[masivechaos]

BETTER WITH HER

Regulus Black x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

see the request here

Synopsis: When Regulus' parents find that he's dating a muggleborn they're not happy about it. But Regulus doesn't care, he's tired of their ideas and will not stop to see Y/n only for them.

Warning/content: a little angst maybe, a little moment of insecure reader, wizard slur, fluff, a little of Pandora representation I love her, a little rushed ending I always struggle sorry, my English, lmk if I missed any

a.n.: 2.4k words- I hope I wrote Regulus well I love this boy

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A noise resonated against the window, Regulus set down his toast and got up. He opened the window and the owl didn’t wait long before rushing into the kitchen. The young man yelped as it brushed past him, he quickly recognized the animal and sighed. It was his mother’s.

But he didn’t have time to think that her mother’s voice filled the room. She was yelling. “Regulus Arcturus Black! I’ve heard that you are seeing this mudblood and I’m ashamed. She’s not worthy to be part of this family. She’s impure, lower, and weak. I’m very disappointed in you. You better get yourself together soon if you don’t want things to get worse. Mother,” the letter tore in front of him.

Regulus and Y/n started dating a few months ago and it was now spring break of their seventh year and Regulus was staying at her house. That’s how his parents find out about their relationship; these vacations were supposed to be the ones where he’ll get the dark mark.

But being with Y/n helped him see that he really needed to get out of his parents’ grip. He succeeded to make some sort of deal with his parents, he’ll only get the dark mark at the end of the year. They didn’t know that by then he’ll leave them and live with Y/n.

Only their closest friends knew about them, Pandora was the one who set them together after all. Even when he knew that their love was somewhat forbidden, he couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to forget about her but he simply couldn’t. She was like water he wanted to jump in when he couldn’t swim. (sorry)

He wanted to be with her, to be hers. So he asked her out, well she did because he was far too scared to ask and they finally dated. She was the ray of sunshine he needed. They wanted to keep their relationship secret, mostly because of Regulus’ family, he didn’t want her to get hurt by them.

But now the sound caught Y/n’s attention, she stepped into the room to find a stunned Regulus, standing in the middle of the kitchen, still in his pajama pants with wide eyes and parted lips. He turned his head and looked at Y/n. “Good morning I guess,” he simply said.

She came next to him and grabbed his arm lightly “Are you okay?” she asked worried, his eyes found her and he nodded “Yeah,” she cradled his face between her hands, titling his head down “You’re sure?” she tried to find the answer in his eyes.

When Regulus didn’t want to let her know how he felt she struggled to see through his blank face. With time, he learned that he could trust her but he still hesitated before opening up. Y/n was one of the only people he trusted, she always left room for his feelings and didn’t force him to talk. She could wait hours for him to speak, looking at him softly.

“You heard?” he asked her quietly, he didn’t want her to hear these words. She nodded slightly but talked quickly when the guilt took place in his eyes. “Hey… it’s okay,” she reassured him with a small smile. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and kept her close, she hugged him back and felt him tighten the embrace.

“What are you going to do?” Y/n asked a few minutes after, breaking the comfortable silence. Regulus kissed her hair “Nothing. I stay with you.” She pulled away a bit, enough to look at his eyes, her brows furrowed. “If they’re not happy it’s not my problem” he added, his lips twitching.

She tapped her fingers against the skin of his bare chest “But- You didn’t say that you- like,” she struggled to find her words, talking about Regulus’ family was always complicated, she didn’t want him to antagonize him, she took a deep breath and continued to talk “You wanted to have- not a good relationship- but not argue with them and stuff?” she closed her eyes, hoping she didn’t say anything wrong.

And he could tell that she was a little scared, but she didn’t have to worry “Yeah. But it’s thanks to you that I don’t have the dark mark right now so I really think I owe you this.” He swung her back and forth and rubbed her back. “I’m tired of their ideas and I don’t care if they hate me. That’s you I want, I love you Y/n.”

Y/n was smiling to stop herself from crying and hid in his chest. Regulus didn’t speak a lot about how he felt, he hated to feel vulnerable in front of other people as much as he loved them.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

A few days passed and more and more letters came with them, telling Regulus how much of a shame he was, a ruined hope, an unworthy heir. He only answered once making it very clear that he will never leave her for them.

Other howlers until a normal letter came. Regulus didn’t want Y/n to be present when they received the mail. He didn’t want her to hear or read whatever his mother was saying.

His father was also against Regulus and Y/n’s relationship but he was not hot-headed like Walburga, he was cold and he will not waste time sending tons of letters to get his son back.

But this day the letter was inviting them to dinner to ‘discuss’. Apparently, Walburga decided to change of strategy to a more passive-aggressive one. “Should we go?” Y/n asked, she was reading silently over his shoulder.

He turned surprised to find her, he didn’t think she was already awake. She pecked his lips, a hand on his cheek. “No. Want a coffee?” she could almost laugh at how quickly he changed the subject, she nodded and he handed her a mug after making her beverage. He knew exactly how she wanted her coffee even if she never told him, he just observed and knew.

They loved these mornings, Regulus was a morning person and was always awake before Y/n, waiting for her to wake up by making their breakfast. The appetizing smell of coffee was tickling her nostrils and the sweet sound of Regulus humming was arousing her ears.

“Why don’t we go?” she questioned him. He grabbed her cup and set it down on the counter before placing his arm under her knees and the other around her waist and sitting her down on the counter. His hands were next to both of her thighs “Well,” he said leaving a chaste kiss on her cheek “I don’t want you to meet them because a) they’re going to be mean to you, b) I don’t trust them and don’t want you to get hurt and c) I don’t want to see them.”

She looked down and simply answered “Okay.” Regulus could tell that something was off. As much as Regulus could be a closed book when he wanted, Y/n’s emotions could be read on her face even though she tried to not let anything appear with her expressions. 

Regulus was also a very observant person, especially with the people that he loved. He knew what every furrowed brow, every twitch in the eyes, every lopsided smile of her meant. And he could tell that right now she wanted to tell something but she apparently didn’t dare.

He observed this a few days ago, she was smiling less and it seemed like something was running in her mind constantly.

“Are you okay, darling?” he asked as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear before kissing her temple. “Yeah,” Regulus didn’t seem satisfied by her answer and raised his eyebrows, she sighed and confessed “It’s just- I don’t want you to cut off with your family because of me. I know they’re being horrible to you and as much as I would like you to be far from them if it means that they’re even crueller with you I- I-”

He cupped her face and brushed her cheekbones with his thumbs, looking deeply into her eyes “Hey. It’s not because of you, Y/n. I just had enough of their bullshit of ‘purity’. I don’t even think you can talk of a family with my parents- If you ignore the fact they’re cousins”

Y/n snorted and Regulus smiled softly “You’re the most incredible person I ever saw in my entire existence. If being with you means that I have to stay away from them, then I’m never talking to them at all. They ruined my childhood. They tried to ruin my teenage years, you saved them. They’re not going to ruin my entire life. I want you by my side, I need you by my side. They’re not keeping me away from you. We had to hide for months and I hated it. I hated that I couldn’t be yours completely. But here with you, everything is so much prettier, so much better. You are the love of my life, Y/n. And nothing, no one, can make me change my mind”

Y/n was a crying mess at this point, Regulus wasn’t the type to open up this much. At the beginning of their relationship, when Y/n said ‘I love you’ for the first time he wasn’t able to say it back. But it was okay, the hug he gave her was so much more powerful, with so much more meaning. He was the kind of person covering up their ears when they blushed as they were given a compliment.

His love was passing by the breakfasts he cooked in the morning when she was sleeping, for her to wake up with the mouthwatering smell of toast. By the way he wouldn’t let Y/n’s hand go, both of their hands becoming one. The way he remembered every single thing she liked or even talked about. He will surprise her by giving her the book she talked about once just to see the adorable look on her face.

She brought him close and nuzzled in the crook of his neck “I love you Regulus,” she left a kiss on his shoulder “So much”

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The next day, Y/n woke up in an empty bed, a small note on Regulus’ pillow Went to the bookshop, left you some cake and coffee. I love you- Regulus.

Y/n smiled and buried her face in his pillow, the small note pressed against her chest. They were no better way to start a day except Regulus being next to her, his head in the crook of her neck when he went back to bed after cooking breakfast.

She got up and changed into some new clothes after taking a shower, stealing one of Regulus’ shirts, she wanted to be comfortable and his t-shirts were always the bests. She ate a slice of cake, it was delicious, Regulus’ cooking was always amazing. Y/n drank the latte he made her, it tasted so good too.

The door opened and Regulus stepped into the living room, a little bag in his hand. “Hello Darling” he kissed her temple and sat next to her on the couch. He handed her the small bag “For you” he smiled softly.

She bit her bottom lip and took the package, she slid out a book “Oh!” she looked up at him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders “Thank you! I wanted this one! How did you remember?” she asked, a beam on her face.

He didn’t respond to her question and simply placed Y/n on his lap and took the book out of her hand to set it down on the table next to the couch. “Is this my shirt?” he asked as he laughed when she answered “Oh, yeah, maybe” with a small smile.

He clutched her jaw and kissed her. She ran her hand through his hair “You seemed off lately, hope this helps you” Regulus said against her lips and she nodded energetically. Regulus chuckled and captured her lips again.

He got up and she held into him like a koala still kissing him, he pushed her bedroom door opened and set her down on the bed. Yeah, it will definitely help.

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During the end of the year, the Blacks kept on sending letters and howlers to Regulus but it only comforted him in the idea of staying far from them. Some glances from the Slytherins purists changed but the more important was that Y/n and Regulus’ friend group was staying by his side.

But right now, Y/n was laying on her bed her head on Regulus’ chest and his arms around her. They weren’t talking, enjoying each other’s presence in silence. Hogwarts years were over, they were free together now.

Regulus was staying with her at her parents’ waiting to find an apartment together. Y/n’s parents hopefully loved Regulus even if they first found that he didn’t talk a lot but his calm contrasted with Y/n’s endless energy. And her parents weren’t present for the summer, letting the two lovers alone for two months.

Regulus finally found peace next to Y/n, the peace that he waited for so long. He always thought that peace was a place where he felt good, but it turned out that his peace was a person. It was Y/n. Wherever he was if it was next to her, he felt relaxed and loved.

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Walburga’s eyes widened when she saw today’s Daily Prophet cover, Regulus smiling next to Y/n. She was in a wedding dress and him in a wedding suit. Walburga couldn’t believe it, it had only been two years since the end of his seventh year and he was marrying this mudblood.

Her jaw clenched when she saw another detail, there was a little baby boy in their arms. She huffed, it was so stupid. But she was alone now, she put both of her sons to flight. She always knew that Sirius would run away so her hope was set in Regulus.

But apparently, he decided to flee his functions too. And he wasn’t even alone, did everyone find this normal? Pandora and Barty were standing next to the newlyweds and in another photo, with most of the guests, she observed Sirius next to a tall man with scars. She didn’t know who it was but they seem much in love and it infuriated her.

Walburga threw the paper news in the fireplace and groaned. Everything failed in her plan. Regulus was with a muggleborn, they were married and had a child together.

The worst at this wedding? Sirius seemed happy for his brother. He never saw Regulus smile before and he only needed Y/n to delight him.

[slytherinspired]

Firsts - A Sirius Black Imagine

Pairings : Young Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings : smut, obviously, unprotected sex, swearing, smoking, alcohol and mild drug use.

Hi love! I did it! Beware, it is quite long, I sort of took the liberty to provide some context, but I hope you'll like it! :)

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Sirius is looking back at himself in the mirror, wincing at his reflection. He recognizes his traits sparingly; his dark curls falling to his shoulders, his mocking smirk, his overall nonchalant expression. He knows who he is, but the clothes on his back are completely robbing him of his own identity. He glances bitterly at his beloved leather coat sitting on the back of his desk chair and sighs. The ridiculous black suit he’s wearing barely fits him. He knows it probably used to belong to one of his distant cousins and that it has been quickly and grossly recut to fit him by the house-elf. His parents are downstairs in the drawing room, waiting for him to join them so they can leave for this stupid reception. 

He doesn’t even know what it is about, except that he’s going to this apparent important new Ministry guy’s house who threw a sort of lame introduction party, since he just arrived in London with his family. And what he knows is that he’s going to spend the whole night with the type of people he doesn’t want to be assimilated with. From what he heard, the host of the reception just arrived at the Ministry of Magic to help with the passing of some bill for Muggleborn regulations, as awful as it sounds. He’d like to avoid to go, but Walburga has the upper hand on him, and nothing in the world would convince his dear mother to leave her eldest son behind, knowing full well that if she does so, Sirius is going to get the fuck out of there and join these Muggles mingling Potters fools. 

‘You look dapper,’ says a soft voice behind him.

Standing in the doorway, Sirius’ youngest brother observes him, grinning.

‘Shut up,’ he replies, annoyed by the stupid smile on Regulus’ face. 

His brother crosses his arms and steps into his bedroom. He looks around like he just stepped into some kind of freak show. His gaze rests a little longer on a certain poster. Sirius glances at the Muggle woman dressed in a revealing red swimsuit standing straight in the middle of the picture. He smirks, and caught-red handed, Regulus turns away quickly. She always was his brother's favourite, after all. Whether he wants to admit it or not.

‘Are you going to behave this time?’ he asks, stepping in front of his eldest brother.

Sirius shrugs, trying to adjust the bowtie strangling him. For Merlin’s sake, he thinks, it feels like he’s suffocating already. 

‘I always behave, brother dear,’ he replies, trying to undo the knot around his neck. ‘I just don’t behave the way they’d like me to,' referring to their parents.

Regulus shakes his head and starts fiddling with his brother’s bowtie and adjust it perfectly in one fell swoop, as if it were child’s play. Once the knot is properly buckled, he taps Sirius’ chest in an encouraging gesture, and frowns when he feels something hard hidden in the inside pocket of his brother’s vest. 

‘Really?’ he asks. 

Sirius snorts.

‘Just a bit of courage,’ he admits.

‘And how much courage did you drink already?’ 

‘Not enough, apparently,’ Sirius replies, thinking about the full flask of warm whiskey tucked inside his suit. 

He’d honestly rather be stuck in detention with Snivellus for the rest of his existence then go to this lame-ass party. That alone justifies the whiskey amply.

After a few detours in the city, he finds himself in front of an imposing white manor situated in one of London’s richest Square. Oh, this is going to be a long night, he thinks. Not only it seems like the host is wizard-rich, but he’s also everything rich, period. He rolls his eyes, there’s no issue. Walburga is pressing her long and emaciated fingers into his son’s arm as they step into the great hall of the house. The interior is as posh as the exterior, with its grand marble staircase curving up to the upper floor and its giant diamond-like chandelier hanging over their heads. For God’s sake, is it a live classical assemble he hears playing in the back? As his mother pushes him further inside, the sound of light chatter reaches his ears. He sees his father, dressed in his horrible robes, already on his way to speak with some old acquaintances, quickly followed by Regulus. He scans the principal room for a quiet corner, but it’s filled with this bunch of pricks, and he’s fighting with all his might the panic that is taking over his mind. He finally spots a free corner next to a big window and he walks straight ahead in that direction, hoping no one will recognize him on the way. 

‘I heard his son has found some work as a doctor,’ he hears a shrill voice say. 

‘A Muggle doctor? How peculiar!’ says another voice.

This is exactly the kind of chatter Sirius doesn’t want to hear. In no way he thinks he’s superior because he was graced with magic powers at birth. It is so suffocating, and he feels so incredibly small and inadequate, drowning in this sea of close-minded guests. 

He studies them, recognizes some familiar faces from Hogwarts, but most of them are Slytherins and are not close at all to use them as an escape. A waiter walks in front of him, holding a tray where champagne flutes fill themselves up. He grabs one and drink it in one sip. He’s already quite tipsy, but he doesn’t care. He’d rather be intoxicated right now to bury this hatred deep within. God, he needs air. 

He sees Walburga looking for him in the room, and she’s walking next to a tall and handsome man. For Godric’s sake, why is she walking straight in his direction? The man next to her doesn’t look as old as his mother, but the grey strands in his black hair betrays his age. He looks posh, and haughty. 

‘This is my eldest son, Sirius,’ says his mother in a toneless voice. ‘Sirius, this his our host, Mr Santorini.’

‘Pleased to meet your, Mr Black,’ says the man while he extends his hand. 

Sirius gets up on his feet, subtly struggling to find his balance, under the duo’s concerned stare. He rapidly and weakly shakes the man’s hand and nods. Ashamed, Walburga shoots darts at her son and quickly turns away from him.

‘My youngest, Regulus, is doing quite well at Hogwarts, see, he’s - ...’ her voice fades away.  

Sirius closes his eyes; he needs to find some distraction. And what could be better than the little thing he has brought to the party that is currently hidden in his pocket behind the whiskey flask? He needs to feel something else than the dreadful thoughts he has right now. He struts to the giant marble staircase and finds his way on the upper level without attracting attention to him. That is one advantage when no one cares about you; not being seen. The voices downstairs are slowly fading away and he feels already so much better.

He runs a nervous hand in his dark locks, feeling quite hot, with this bowtie strangling him. There must be a door leading outside. He tries to open the first one on his right, but the handle doesn’t bulge; it’s locked. And Walburga has confiscated his wand at the beginning of the summer upon his return from Hogwarts, so there’s no use. He sighs and adventures further away in the hall.

He has more luck with the second door, and finds himself into a deserted bedroom. His eyes make out the giant bed over the central wall of the room, and spots some sealed boxes on the floor. The translucent curtains discreetly veil the large windows in front of him, and he opens one widely and lights himself a cigarette without a care, pacing into the room nervously. He sees some pictures resting on a vintage dresser on the opposite wall. There are rows of books in the built-in bookcases, and even some disperse vinyls taking up some of the space.  He’s clearly trespassing someone’s intimacy, but whose? Sirius walks to the dresser and opens up the first drawer. A tickling feeling in his stomach at the sight of the several underwear – even in the darkness – makes him wonder how long has it been since he’s been intimate with someone. The last time was before school ended, with Mallory, and it was just snogging. He never went all the way... He chuckles discreetly at the thought and taps the ashes of his cigarette on the floor. Fuck this house, fuck this bedroom, and fuck this posh Pureblood family. 

‘Mm, mm.’

Someone has cleared their throat behind him. He jumps, and tries to hide the cigarette away. 

‘Please, don’t stop for me,’ says a girl in the doorway. 

He can’t make up her traits in the darkness, but she sounds young. She steps right in front of him.

‘I don’t think you should be up here,’ she says.

He feels like a child, caught red-handed. He feels suddenly very trapped. 

‘I heard the owner of this house is quite severe,’ she adds, taking the cigarette away from him, inhaling the smoke into her lungs, and exhaling. ‘If he found us in his daughter’s room, I think he’d torture us without any remorse.’

‘His daughter’s room?’ he replies nervously.

She nods, giving him back his cigarette.

‘A real pest.’

There is an awkward silence. 

‘What were you doing here?’ she adds. 

‘Looking for a way out,’ he replies in all honesty. ‘What about you?’

‘Just about the same.’ She glances at the cigarette. ‘You might want to put it out now.’

‘I really don’t,’ he replies, taking one last whiff, ‘but when do I get what I want anyway?’

He throws it on the hard-wood floor indifferently and follows the stranger in the hallway. She turns around to take a good look at him.

‘I’m Y/N, by the way – ‘ 

He feels like his legs are going to flinch. He doesn’t know if it’s the sudden nicotine rush, or the champagne mixed with the whiskey, or the lights in the hallway shinning over Y/N’s green doe eyes staring at him, or her long black hair waving on her back, or her delicious pink lips, or the gentle freckles on her nose, but he’s suddenly feeling quite light-headed.

‘You okay there?’ she laughs. ‘What’s your name?’

He shakes his head, trying to regain his thoughts. 

‘I’m, er. I’m Si – ‘should he really tell her his real name? ‘I’m Sid.’

‘Sid,’ she repeats. ‘Well, Sid, you don’t look too good.’

‘I don’t feel too good,’ he admits. 

Her expression changes. She’s not amused anymore. She’s pitying him. 

‘Follow me,’ she says, grabbing his hand like she has known him forever, dragging him to the end of the wall where they cross a door and end up on a small balcony overlooking the deserted garden. 

‘How to you know this place?’ he asks, resting his arms on the guardrail, humming the fresh crisp air. 

‘Hung out with the pest earlier,’ she replies.

‘Not anymore?’

‘Told you, she’s a pest. I can’t leave, though. I’m sort of stuck here.’

‘So am I.’

She laughs lightly. The moonlight shines on her beautiful face, and her traits are so soft, and if he was much more like himself, he’d try to charm her the way he knows how. 

‘So, Sid. What are we avoiding?’ she asks away. 

‘My parents, I guess,’ he replies, taking out the flask of whiskey of his pocket.

He takes a big sip and hands it to her. She considers it for a moment and grabs it. The wind flies through her hair, and her perfume reaches his nostrils, a perfectly well-balanced mix of vanilla and gentle notes of citrus. The fragrance shoots up his nose and wafts around his brain. Fuck, she’s so beautiful.

‘What about them?’ she asks away, wincing when she swallows the liquor. 

He snorts. He doesn’t want to talk about his parents right now. Not when the prettiest girl he’s ever seen is standing right in front of him. He has something else on his mind now. 

‘Your accent,’ he says, switching subjects. ‘It’s not from here.’

Y/N nods. 

‘I grew up all over the place, but mostly America.’

‘You don’t sound American.’

She smiles, revealing a straight row of perfectly pearly white teeth. 

‘My family, we’re from Sicily.’

He nods.

‘It’s in Italy – ‘

‘I know where Sicily is, I’m not stupid,’ he replies harshly, a bit offended.  

But Y/N chuckles lightly, and her soft laugh brings his attitude down. He can’t help but stare at her. She’s a bit overdressed to his taste, but hey, so is he. He wonders what is hiding underneath that navy dress of hers, and if her skin is as soft as he imagines it is. He needs to calm down. 

‘First time in London, then?’

She nods. 

‘What do you think?’ he asks, locking eyes with her.

She licks her lower lip without realizing it.

‘Well, I don’t hate the accent,’ she teases. 

Praised be Godric. 

‘Tell me, Sid, you seem to be about my age, yet you’re drunk like an old man with a drinking problem, and you probably smoke like a city boy. I keep wondering if I really should be alone with you right now.’

‘Are you afraid?’ he asks.

She shakes her head.

‘Rarely.’

‘To be honest, Y/N,’ he says, pronouncing every syllable of her name like he could actually taste it, ‘I was alone up there to find a quiet spot for this.’

He shows up the joint between his fingers. She squints for a short moment and smiles.

‘I see.’

Y/N’s eyes bored into him. He wonders if he has crossed a line. He barely knows her, after all.  

‘Let’s go somewhere more private, then,’ she suggests, grabbing his hand. He doesn’t even have the time to appreciate the softness of her skin when he feels himself disapparating, his body swirling in every direction, and a sudden urge of panic takes hold off him. When he reapparates in a loud pop, he shouts:

‘What the hell are you doing? Are you bloody insane?’

‘What, did you never apparate before?’

‘Yes, I did but -,’ he is freaking out, Walburga must think he’s left and is probably fulminating. ‘My mother, she’s going to hex me! Bring us back!’

‘Why?’ Eliana asks, intrigued. ‘How would she know?’

Sirius shakes his head nervously. 

‘She placed some sort of charm on me, I’m not allowed to leave her sight. If she knows I left the premises, she’ll find me and – ‘ 

He stops himself from saying too much. Perhaps it would be a bit intense to share with the girl what would Walburga do to him. At least, he wouldn’t have to explain the healing bruises on his ribcage.

‘Relax, Sid. We’re still on the premises.’

He looks around and spots the house in the distance through a small window. Are they in some sort of guest house? A garden shed? There is nothing around him, he’s just standing on a mat. Relieved, he sits down, running a hand in his hair. Y/N joins him and creates a small fire by flicking her wand, enough to dimly light the room they are in. 

‘You’re actually scared of your parents. Why?’

Sirius chuckles. He’s not scared, he’s terrified of them. She points out the little stick he forgot he was holding between his fingers. 

‘Shall we?’ she suggests.

‘Who says I want to share?’

She pouts adorably. He lights it up and he takes a good breath of the substance and exhales slowly, indulging the heavy smoke, his lungs burning, and a light sensation rushes to his head. Them Muggles can also do magic, he thinks to himself. Under her curious eyes, he passes the stick in her delicate hands, and observes her. Her delicious lips reach it, and she slowly breathes it in. She starts coughing, tears running to her eyes.

‘Wait,’ he laughs, ‘is this your first time?’ 

She presses her hand to her rounded chest, laughing uncontrollably. Sirius shakes his head, following her laugh, and explains to her how to actually get the smoke to her lungs. 

‘There, yes – keep it still a second, let it -, yes, good,’ it’s like teaching children how to mount a broom, ‘and exhale. Brilliant.’

He waits a second before taking another whiff. Y/N’s mouth curves into a smile and she closes her eyes slowly. 

‘Oh,’ she exhales, ‘this is – ‘

‘I know,’ replies Sirius, smiling. ‘I know.’

‘Oh,’ she repeats. 

He stares at her, admiring her delicate features. Her eyes are still closed and he sees her falling on her back, completely relaxed. If his mother saw him right now, smoking pot with a random girl he met at this rich guy’s party, she’d have a good reason to use the Cruciatus curse on him for once. Or she’d cut his head before he could say he’s sorry. He decides to join Y/N and rests his back on the floor. He lays his head just beside hers and fixes the ceiling. He feels better now, and it’s not just the drugs. 

‘I feel so heavy,’ she says, sliding her hands on her naked arms. 

She turns her head and looks at him. 

‘Do you feel heavy?’

‘Kind of,’ he laughs. 

He doesn’t particularly feel heavy. In fact, he feels relieved, and mostly, he feels horny. Good god.  

‘What is there to do in London at night?’ she asks.

‘Mm,’ he hesitates. ‘Pubs, clubs, walking around Southbank, I guess.’

‘Never went to a pub,’ she admits.

He wants to run his finger on her cheek. He wants to grab her face and press his lips on hers.

‘You’re kidding,’ he replies, still fixing that beautiful mouth of hers. 

She shakes her head lightly, and a stroke of her long hair falls in her eyes. Her little red stained eyes. He smiles at the view, and slowly leans closer, replacing the stroke of black hair behind her ear. 

‘I’ll bring you to a pub, one day,’ he mutters, daydreaming out loud. 

‘Wouldn’t you mother kill you if you did?’ she jokes. 

‘She would. It would be worth the risk, though.’

She turns on her stomach and rests her head on her hands. He keeps staring at her, detailing everything. 

‘What are you looking at?’ she chuckles.

‘Just admiring the view,’ he replies frankly.  

She would blush if she wasn’t all flustered already. There’s an odd adrenaline spluttering inside of him as he feels her close, and his pulse quickens and he’s feeling so hot right now, he’s melting into the rug. There’s a comfortable silence between them, and they both enjoy it for a couple of minutes. There is something about this girl, this nonchalant attitude, and her mesmerizing eyes, and her accent, and the way her body moves when she finally sits down again, pulling her dress over her thighs to sit comfortably, making him lose his fucking mind. If he weren’t so distracted by her presence, he’d be sweet talking to her, like he’s so used to do with other girls. But he’s simply incapable of doing so, like she’s robbed him of his means. 

‘We should go back, they’re going to be looking for us,’ she whispers, showing him her hand to help him sit back. 

But he doesn’t want to go back and mingle with the people he hates. He wants to be alone with her, if it is just to stay motionless on this rug in her company. He takes her hand and sits back up, and their eyes lock again, and they stare at each other, and he’s wondering if he’s hallucinating someone so perfect to help him cope with this emptiness he feels all the time. She absentmindedly licks her lips, taunting him, and he has to remind himself how to breathe, as his lips quirk hesitantly, sighing out loud to stop himself from pining her underneath him. 

‘Yeah,’ he stutters, like a fucking coward, and then he clears his throat and steadies his pulse and sternly instructs himself to get it together, dude. James would be laughing at him if he saw him right now. 

But they both stay there, motionless. He can feel the drugs running away from his bloodstream, he’s on another high now, another rush, and it has nothing to do with it. He can’t stop staring at her lips. Her expression washes over him in waves, and he pins a hesitant smile on his face, hoping it will distract her from the bulge growing down there.

‘Or we could just, you know, stay here for a while,’ she suggests.

For fuck’s sake. 

He’s only able to gulp and nod, his cock painfully growing thick through the fabric. He tries to hide the bump by placing his arm over his legs, but instead it catches her attention down there, and her eyes quickly spots it, but she innocently acts like she’s unaware of the effect she has on him. If he could only smack his lips on hers. 

Her emerald eyes are wide open, she leans in and presses her soft lips on his, and he’s never felt so relieved in his entire life, her mouth is warm and soft, and he can actually run his hands in her soft hair, and he can hear his heart hammering in his ears, and she actually lets out a discreet moan in his mouth, and fuck, there he is, gone, he knows there is no way back from there. 

He feels her hands slowly unbuckling his belt and removing those atrocious trousers, and he follows through, pulling up her dress to reveal her skin. He removes his shirt, he has dreamt all night to rip it off his body from the second he put it on, and now she’s pushing him on his back on the hard rug and places kisses in the crook of his neck, sliding her tongue all the way down, and he knows where she’s heading, but he can’t let her do that, or he’s going to cum already. He grabs her head softly, and while he’s busy sticking his tongue into her mouth, he’s unclasps her top, tosses it on the floor, and starts licking her round breasts, circling her hard nipples with his tongue. He realizes it is actually the first time he’s allowed to touch naked breasts, and Merlin, this is so much better when there’s no fabric covering them. 

He pins her small body under him, and he slowly moves down on her. He admires her ribcage moving up and down, and he can hears her heavy breathing, and he feels like he can’t hold it anymore. He runs his lips on her skin, down her stomach, to the birth of her underwear, pulling them down very gently. Sirius can’t believe he just met her a couple of hours ago; he feels like he has been desiring her for an eternity. There was a before her, and there’s now – and all the shit he’s been dealing with since school ended is now tucked away in the back of his mind. He caresses with his lips the soft bump between her legs, indulging the new sensation, and then just takes a mouthful of her sex. Her breathing stops, her ribcage is suspended for a second, and then she breathes out and grabs the back of his head while he tastes her. It’s sweet, and warm, and wet, and salty at the same time, and it’s so fucking good.

She’s squirming and writhing beneath him, her subtle moans amplifying. The gasps she makes sends sparks of unbearable pleasure through him, and he feels dizzy, like his heart is about to explode, ready to jump out of his chest at any moment. He slides one finger into her, and then another, and she spams around his fingers. He observes her perfect body tensing at his touch, cupping one breast with one hand while she orgasms into his mouth, her fluids mixing with his saliva. Her face is flushed and her pupils are dilated, and he could very well be on this high for the rest of his existence. But she places kisses on his lips, tasting herself on him, and his cock is so hard, he can’t help but groan when he feels her hand grabs his sex through the fabric of his underwear, slowly stroking him. It is pure torture.

He feels the small piece of clothing covering him sliding down his legs, and he kicks it on the floor. She stares at him in the eyes and licks her fingers, then moves her hand down there again, gently applying pressure on his hard-on. Sirius’ head tilt to the back, blood rushes through him. That is a different story when it’s someone’s else hand, isn’t? 

She lays down in front of him, and he follows her as she guides is cock at the entrance of her sex, and it’s so wet, how is he going to pull through? He’s shaking with apprehension but pure pleasure. She suddenly frowns.

‘Wait,’ she hesitates, ‘is this your first time?’

He nods. There’s so point in lying. 

‘Do you want to stop?’

Of course, he doesn’t want to stop. He shakes his head, and her face lits up. 

They kiss and he presses the tip of his cock into her, slowly, to get every sensation right, and he closes his eyes and, oh this feels so fucking good, and he can’t help but exhales of relief when he feels the warmth, and he hears her gasping underneath him. He’s sinking into her, and she pushes his length even farther by raising her hips. Why does it feel so good? He starts to pace inside her, like he has known what to do forever, increasing the tempo, and she moans under him. He moves swiftly now, trying with all his might to not just release himself off the pressure. She throws her head back into the rug, he feels sweat pearling at the birth of his forehead, his locks fall into his eyes, and he accelerates his pace and presses her legs on her stomach, and oh my god, this is even better. 

She presses her right hand on his chest, running her fingers over his hard stomach, avoiding the bruises, detailing each parcel of his body. She looks back up and pushes her lips on his, and their tongues meet, and he’s completely melting into her. She finally bucks her hips tightly and Sirius hisses, he can’t hold up anymore. Oh, he wants to hear her say his name – if only he had given his real one – but she lets a loud ‘fuck’ escape her mouth, and she’s damp with sweat, and he never seen something so beautiful, he slams into her harder and faster, he groans while his grip tightens around her delicate waist. He feels almost he’s in pain and something stronger than life itself is burning him; yes, he’s burning up down there, he can’t hold it anymore, his whole body is on fire, he glances at her one last time, and he lets out a guttural growl, while feeling his insides pushing his soul out, and for a short moment, he thinks he’s dying, spilling his warm seed into her, filling her up while’s he petrified, hanging between dream and reality, thinking his heart stopped beating. 

It is only half an hour later that he comes back to the manor, flustered and feeling out of his body, followed by Y/N. She’s even prettier under the warm lights, blushed cheeks, and he relives in his mind what just happened over and over again. That wasn’t bad for a first time, he thinks. 

‘Y/N! Papà has been looking for you forever, where were you?’, a young girl is staring at her. 

She shares similar traits with Y/N, but she looks younger, about Regulus’ age. Her arms are crossed, and she observes Sirius oddly, in a manner that makes him believe she can easily guess what Y/N was doing all the time they’ve been away. 

‘Where is he?’ asks Y/N. 

The young girl points at the host, the man he shook hands with earlier, speaking with Sirius’ father and a couple of older men in the corner of the room. 

‘Clara,’ mumbles Y/N with a threatening expression. ‘non dire niente a Papà.’

The young girl rolls her eyes and leaves them. Sirius frowns. Wait a minute, is this girl... 

‘Didn’t you tell me the host’s daughter was -’ he mumbles, feeling his hands becoming moist.

‘A pest,’ she smiles. ‘My sister.’ 

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Sirius Black Masterlist by Heloise Daphne Brightmore

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Sirius Black imagines/blurbs

[A] Alive [0.3k words]

Sirius gets injured and regardless of his reassuring touch, you find it hard to process that he’s alright.

[U] Unbroken promise [0.9k words]

Sirius promises a breath-taking date, only to leave you waiting. When Remus arrives, your heart realises before your brain does that something might not be right.

Sirius Black one shots

[A] A haunted night [1.7k words]

Sirius has been battling with his nightmares, but he decides to fight them alone, fearing to share his weaknesses with you. That is until you can't stand his pained whimpers echoing across the corridor anymore.

Absurd ideas [4.7k words]

Sirius’ jealousy causes a misunderstanding which inevitably ends up with him getting worked up and everyone else being confused. Most of all you, when you realise he thinks he knows what you feel, but he couldn’t be farther from the truth.

All your fault [1.9k words]

Sirius’ boredom causes you to end up in detention. Or so you think, but he has a different perspective on the events and you clearly can’t find the golden middle.

Alone? Together! [1.5k words]

The war has taken a toll on everyone and Sirius finds himself useless whilst hiding at Grimmauld Place. His own thoughts are eating him up, wanting to be reckless, but not daring to lose those he loves. When you arrive to sooth his worries, your strength reassures him that he is not alone, that whatever happens, you can face it together.

An unrefusable offer [3.2k words]

Sirius has been trying to get you to go out with him for the longest of time, but you can’t accept his interest in you. Will his cunning little plan change your mind at Lily and James’ wedding or will it end in a disaster?

[B] Be my (fake) girlfriend [4.8k words]

Sirius is fed up of girls throwing themselves at him, so he asks you to be his fake girlfriend, but you seem to enjoy the fake relationship more than you were supposed to.

Best Christmas Present [3.1k words]

Sirius goes back to you after he has escaped Azkaban. But when he finds you with a son, he wants nothing but to escape the heartbreak, not even listening to your explanation.

Beyond Friendship [8.3k words]

To get back at your good-for-nothing ex-boyfriend, you ask Sirius to help you out and pretend to be your new boyfriend, which seems to agitate your ex just as you expected. However, you couldn't have anticipated how Sirius’ infuriating presence could actually turn out to be not only fun, but almost essential.

Bitter Past [3.8k words]

Sirius has been relentlessly asking you out on dates, when you finally agreed, but in your mind it’s all about revenge.

Bundle of joy [1.4k words]

Part of the series What they call home, but can be read separately. When you realise there’s a little baby growing in your belly, it terrifies you. Both you and Sirius had a rough childhood and now that there’s a new life inside you, your ability to raise a child concerns you, especially as you’re in the middle of a war.

Busted [4k words] [18+]

You and Sirius have always been close, but in the last year you have been even more involved with each other. However you didn’t want others to know about it, so you kept it a secret. Up until you both made a mistake.

[C] Christmas lie [1.8k words]

Your relationship with your parents has never been a good one, therefore they plan to spend Christmas without you. But you don’t want Sirius to spend it with you either, knowing he would have a better time with his friends. So you decide to lie.

Cookies [1.6k words]

You always loved to bake, so spending time in Hogwarts’ kitchen has become a daily activity of yours. This time however Sirius joins you and he has other ideas beside tasting your delicious cookies.

Crimes of jealousy [3.8k words]

Sirius becomes jealous when he hears that you agreed to go on a date with a fellow Gryffindor and he decides to do something about it.

Cuddles [1.1k words]

Sirius and you are cuddled up in a bed, enjoying a warm, sunny morning with a couple of sweet confessions.

[D] Damned words [2k words]

Friends. And a bit more of the benefits. That's what you and Sirius were to each other. Until he uttered those damned words maybe in the heat of the moment, maybe as a result of the amount of alcohol he consumed. Either way, you should have escaped.

Degrading feelings [1.8k words]

James thinks his friendship is more important than your relationship with Sirius so you and Lily decide to take revenge

Distant friend [3.8k words]

When rumours start about you and your housemate, Sirius decides to keep a distance from you, which you do not take well.

Do you mind? [1.9k words]

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what we do in the dark┊draco malfoy

• anon requested: Hey! If you do story requests can I get draco and yn in a secret relationship (yn is also slytherin but muggleborn) and then draco gets tired of hiding, kisses her in public and smut ensues? Thank you in advance love your writing!

• info: having a secret relationship with hogwarts’ troublemaker was difficult, especially when all he wanted was for everyone to know that you were his.

• warnings: cursing, fingering

• genre: fluff, angst if you squint, smut, fem reader

• word count: 2346

• a/n: HOLY CRAP i actually finished a wip!! anyways sorry that i haven’t posted much hp in awhile </333 i hope u guys enjoy!

being a model student was difficult; having the endless stress of keeping your grades above everyone else, the constant studying and time you spent in the library, and most importantly, keeping your relationship with draco malfoy hidden.

it had been 6 months since the day he asked you out, the classic “bad boy” and “nerdy girl” couple, you were surprised by his confession, and he was surprised by your agreement. the secrecy part was a mutual decision, being brought up by you, when someone had told you that hanging around draco was a bad idea.

draco, of course, didn’t mind, for he had a reputation to keep up with his friends, and that is what settled it. you liked it, the sneaking around, the excitement of nearly being caught hiding in the prefect’s bathroom together, it was fun.

in public, you two were rarely seen together. you acted like you didn’t know each other. people never got suspicious; the only thing that could get you two caught was draco’s inability to keep his hands to himself. when guys would hit on you, unbeknownst of the steady relationship you and draco had, it made malfoy’s blood boil. 

he would watch them walk up to you confidently, where you would sit in the dining hall, intently writing notes and eating the nicely placed food that lay in front of you. he would watch your eyes look up to the boy, who would politely ask you on a date. you would decline, saying that you were too busy to date. 

he would lock eyes with you, you would shrug your shoulders and smile at him, but being cautious of the people surrounding you. the only thing that irritated him was the fact that these boys thought they had a chance with you. they thought that the only reason you wouldn’t date them was because you were merely busy, when the truth was that you were taken. by him.

the reason you liked draco was because he made you feel different, like you were taking risks. people used to call you boring, but draco changed that. he thought of you as unique, he liked you for you, and he had never tried to change you. he was just a sweetheart hidden behind his bad boy facade.

“you looked so pretty today,” he whispered to you, arms engulfed around you as you two curled up in his dorm. usually, you would be worried about someone catching a glimpse of you two, but today, you had decided to skip potions class. it was the second time you had ever skipped a class (the first time was also with draco), and people may perceive that it was his influence on you, but you thought differently.

“we didn’t see each other today,” you laugh, pinching his cheek. he winces slightly, before giving you a soft smile.

“yeah, but i know you looked pretty.”

you raise a brow, “oh? what a flirt you are.”

he buried his head in your shoulder, breathing in deeply to get a whiff of your sweet fruity scent, “only for you,” he says, voice muffled by your grey pajama tee.

“mm,” he pauses, entertwining your hands. “the yule ball is coming up.”

you hum, ruffling his hair and offering him a kind smile. “i know.”

“we could attend it.. together.”

“i know,” you kiss his cheek, his cheeks turning a soft shade of pink, “but everyone is gonna be there..”

there’s an evident frown that forms on draco’s face, his thought process remained unknown to you, and there’s a slight pang of guilt that washes over you, after all, you didn’t expect draco to want to sneak around with you forever.

“right,” he clears his throat, turning away to lay on his back, eyes glued to the ceiling. you bite your lip, sitting up and running a hand through his blonde hair. his eyes then stare back at yours, and you offer a pity smile.

“i’m sorry, let me just get through my finals and then we can tell the others, okay?”

there’s a pause of silence, before draco speaks up again.

“are you ashamed of me?”

your expression softens, lying back down and caressing his face, making him turn to you. there was nothing that could make you ashamed of draco, you just didn’t know if you were ready to face lectures from your parents, knowing well enough about them, for dating someone who constantly torments people of the muggleborn status. you wanted to tell them that he was different, that he was capable of accepting people for who they are.

“no, i could never be ashamed of you, you know that,” you reassure, placing a kiss to the tip of his nose. he smiles, brushing a piece of hair out of your face lovingly.

“i know love,” he admires your face for a brief moment, studying your features, “sometimes i just can’t help myself when i’m around you.”

a giggle escapes your lips, followed by a raise of your brow. a grin creeps it’s way upon your face, as malfoy rolls his eyes at your own silliness.

“you’re so weird,” he comments, enveloping you into his arms.

“draco, people are gonna be wondering where we are in the great hall,” you remind him, as the time for dinner approaches. skipping classes together was already risky, not showing up to dinner would be the frosting on the cake.

“alright alright,” he sighs, getting up and picking up his robe that hung from your desk chair. your heart clenches — in a good way, thinking about how it would be like to tell everyone about your relationship.

there were always pros and cons, as you knew there were a few female students who found draco undeniably attractive, and if they were to find out, you knew that you would always be a topic of conversation, but on the contrary, they wouldn’t try to spark up conversations with him. you knew your parents wouldn’t be happy, but you would be able to openly spend time with him, you’d get to kiss him whenever you wanted, and your parents would eventually get used to your situation.

you were torn between two sides, even if you were to tell everyone, what would be the right occasion to share your story? and when was the right time?

you shake your head, snapping out of your own trance.

“you ready, love?” draco asks.

you smile, looking at him and nodding, “yeah.”

—

“hey y/n,” a voice says to you, causing you to stop drinking your water mid sip as you stare up at the culprit.

“cedric,” you say, placing your glass down with a smile. he looks uneasy, nervous even, as he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck. cedric had been the first hufflepuff to make contact with you, as no one really engaged with slytherins unless it was to start a harmless argument.

it was a year ago, and he had approached you in hogsmeade, your green scarf in hand, that you had lost an hour before. you had accepted it with a simple smile and a “thank you”, wrapping it around your neck again. he made sure to point out how different you were compared to the other slytherins, even saying that you belonged in ravenclaw or hufflepuff. you laughed it off, being proud of your house and who you were.

“is something wrong?” you ask with a tilted head, his cheeks turn a soft pink while they heat up. he clears his throat, finally looking at you in the eyes.

“do you want to maybe.. be my date to the yule ball? of course, you don’t have to say yes, it’s completely up to you.”

you nearly choke on your own saliva, your eyes widening in surprise. you’re at a loss for words, what should you say to let him down softly? that you’re busy?

“she can’t,” a familiar voice calls out to him, and draco takes a seat next to you confidently. you snap your head towards him, and his jaw is clenched, not a single hint of playfulness in his voice.

“oh? do you already have a date y/n?”

you say in a hushed voice, “draco what do you think you’re doing?”

he doesn’t reply, he merely wraps an arm around your shoulders confidently, eyes locked with cedric’s.

“yeah, me,” he says nonchalantly, and this time, it’s your turn to blush, staring down at the ground intensely. everyone at the slytherin table is paying attention to the conversation, quietly talking amongst each other as they stare at the two boys who are glaring at each other.

cedric scoffs at him, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue and looking away from you two for a moment.

“alright then, see you around, y/n.”

without a word, draco harshly tugs you throughout the hallways, towards the prefect’s bathroom. his expression is unreadable as he lets go of your hand when you two finally arrive at the destination.

“what was that about?” you finally exclaim, more shocked/surprised than angry, but draco takes a step towards you with a huff of frustration.

“i did what i had to do,” he replies, staring down at you with hooded eyes. “unless, you wanted to attend the ball with diggory.”

“you know that i would never do that, i love you,” you say softly, and draco takes another step, your bodies almost touching.

“we’ll just have to show diggory that, then,” malfoy then begins attacking your neck with his lips, pressing you up against the wall with a small thud. he sucks harshly, leaving obvious marks on your hot skin. he trails kisses along your jawline, and your hands find his way to his blonde locks, tangling in them as you let out small whines.

he uses one of his hands to snake its way under your shirt, massaging your left breast. his free hand presses against your clothed core, harshly rubbing to get a reaction out of you, and of course, it worked. you were moaning, all whilst draco hummed against your neck.

you grip at the fabric of his robe, panting heavily as you wrapped your legs around his waist. he places both hands on your ass, carrying you to the nearest surface and setting you on it, the marble feeling cold against your body.

“your moans are like music to my ears,” he says, lust dripping off of his tongue. at this point, you didn’t care if anyone walked in. you wanted draco now, and it didn’t seem like draco wanted to stop either as he eagerly lifted your grey sweater vest above your head, pressing his soft lips against your own.

he removes his robe, carelessly tossing it to the ground and loosening his tie. he slips his tongue into your mouth, harshly sucking on your own, and you knew better than to fight for dominance with him. the heat between your thighs continued to grow, a wet patch forming, and you knew your underwear was done for.

you wrap your arms around draco’s neck, deepening the kiss as he unbuttoned your shirt, leaving you in your black bra, skirt, and pantyhose. he broke the kiss, ogling at your breasts.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you tease him, which was definitely the wrong thing to do.

“what a brat,” he grunts, unhooking your bra and exposing your boobs. he then began pinching your right nipple, making you yelp out in surprise and grab his shoulders for balance.

“got anything else to say?” he asks confidently, and you shake your head.

“fuck you’re hot,” malfoy groans, tugging your skirt and tights down. you kick the articles of clothing off, while draco dips a hand into your panties, collecting the gathered wetness and pulling his hand out to admire it.

“all for me?” he smirks, rubbing his fingers together. you quickly nod your head.

“use your words,” he says.

“y-yes, it’s all for you,” you reply in a small, innocent voice, causing malfoy to shove the fingers that were coated in your wetness into your mouth. you suck on them, making him satisfied. he then takes his other hand pushes your underwear to the side, shoving his slender finger into your entrance without warning.

“oh, ah!” you cry out. he takes the hand that was in your mouth out, using it to grip your face.

“look at me while i finger fuck you.”

unlike usual, he doesn’t start slow. he’s already curling his finger inside you, pumping it in and out at a fast pace. he stares at you with the same dark eyes he had earlier, and you bite your lip to prevent yourself from being too loud.

draco adds another finger, the room being filled with the joyous sound of your pleasure. your breath hitches, and you begin to uncontrollably moan.

“god, i could do this all day,” draco groans, the imprint of his boner beginning to look painful. “who makes you feel like this?”

he adds a third finger, making you arch your back in euphoria from the sensation. “it’s you! fuck draco, only you.”

“you’re such a good slut,” he praises, picking up the pace as you clench around his digits. the lewd sounds were so loud that you were surprised that no one had busted you two, but even if someone were to walk in, you don’t think you would’ve stopped.

“cum for me,” he whispers into your ear, pressing his thumb against your clit. you screw your eyes shut, moaning draco’s name as he kisses your neck. you swear you can see stars behind your eyes, exploding in a sense of ecstasy from malfoy’s fingers.

your eyes flutter open, a seemingly never ending chorus of pants leaving your mouth. you smile through it, resting your head on draco’s shoulder.

“that was so hot,” you say.

draco chuckles, bringing his mouth close to your ear, “you thought we were finished?”

you shiver.

maybe some things aren’t meant to be kept as secrets.

[sweetcherrypie1967]

In the Name of Love

To everyone around them, what was about to happen had been a complete surprise and not to mention unexpected. But, everyone else didn't know about the secret the two shared. The months of sneaking around Hogwarts just to avoid being seen together, the stolen kisses, the insults they didn't mean, and the fear of what they felt. For if it became public, they'd surely be killed..or worse.

You see, to everyone else, that two despised one another just as they seemingly had for years before now. Even their closest friends didn't have a clue about what they were hiding.

But soon, everyone would know.

The students and staff of Hogwarts gathered around in the courtyard while the Death Eaters were on the other side. Something odd caught most of their eyes though, it was Hagrid. Hagrid, in the midst of the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself, not only that but he was carrying someone.

"Who is it that Hagrid is carrying?" Hermione Granger's panicked voice was heard.

"Who is Hagrid carrying?!" Hermione said louder and in more panic than before.

She got no answer, until..

"Harry Potter is dead," the voice of Voldemort rang out. His voice alone was enough to cause someone's skin to crawl, but for him to say that their Chosen One, their friend, was dead?

No!" Ginny Weasley exclaimed as she tried to rush to the body of the boy she loved.

But her father, Arthur Weasley, held her back as she sobbed uncontrollably as he knew that now wasn't the time to grieve.

They were all still in danger.

Hermione knew this, that's why the only reaction she had was hot, burning tears were running down her face. Harry Potter is practically her brother but he wouldn't want her to put herself or others in danger due to her emotions.

"Harry Potter is dead!" he repeated to the students and staff with grief filled expressions. There were earsplitting screams from those who were close to The Chosen One. Even Draco Malfoy was greatly affected by the loss. Not that he had liked the boy much, but he knew what it meant for him and the rest of the Wizarding World.

"Harry Potter is dead!" He repeated once more but to those on his side of the courtyard, and they laughed.

Draco Malfoy had at this point, not paid much attention to anything else. Lost in the realization that the Light had lost and all was doomed, even he who was on the side who won had still lost. For he had a secret that, once revealed, would make him no different to the ones who had been on the other side the entire time.

He was in love with a muggleborn.

It wasn't until he had heard his father beckoning him across the courtyard that he was snapped back into reality.

"Draco!" His father said gesturing for him to come by his side.

The blond boy hesitated, he could stay. He could be among all the other he would eventually die with, he could stay here and get it over with sooner and not have to live without his love. Then again, what about his family? What would happen to them? Weren't they the ones he had done all of this for, weren't they the ones who got him into all of this in the first place?

"Draco!" His father persisted.

Draco was torn, his family or his beliefs. He I surely took a step forward when a small hand caught his and his grey eyes locked with brown ones.

"Don't do it Draco," Hermione Granger begged him, "stay with us, stay with me."

He paused holding his love's fragile hands tight in his own. Seeing the fear in her eyes, he had made his final decision. He stood tall and more confident in himself then he had been in a long time.

Draco would stay. He would stay for her.

He gave her hand a squeeze and small smile to reassure her of his decision, she smiled tearfully and engulfed him in a hug to which he returned. "Anything for you," he whispered in her ear.

"Thank you," she whispered back before breaking the hug but still held his hand firmly.

"The Malfoy boy has become a filthy blood traitor!" Some Death Eater Draco didn't know called out angrily.

"What is this?" Voldemort called after seeing the exchange, "surely you have raised him better than this, Lucius?"

"Yes, my Lord, we did," Lucius said without emotion.

"It appears you hadn't done a well enough job at it. So few remaining pure families and with even less heirs to carry on their legacy," Voldemort mused, "the mudbloods have ruined so many good family names, Potter's pet has snuck in and now soiled the Malfoy's name."

"Hermione didn't 'soil' the Malfoy name, I did," Draco spoke up, "it was me who fell in love with her and it is me who will gladly choose her over your worthless cause."

"Love," he said in disgust, "what a foolish choice, I thought you were smarter than that. You should be ashamed."

"Just because you've never had it doesn't mean it's foolish," Draco argued, "and I'm not ashamed, I'm doing all this in the name of love. I'm done hiding from it."

"What a disappointment, I had such hopes for this one," Voldemort said sounding hardly disappointed or even surprised, "I'll give you one more chance, young Malfoy. Join me and you family and live a life like you deserve or you can die here and now right after Potter's whore."

"Don't call her that," Draco growled now seething with anger, "my mind is made up, I'd rather be under the cruciatus than live whatever life you would have planned."

"The cruciatus? I do think that can be arranged," Voldemort said casually right before pointing his wand at the boy.

"Cruc-"

Draco closed his eyes in anticipation for the pain he was about to experience, it wouldn't be his first experience with the curse, but it never came. He looked up just in time to see Neville Longbottom cut the head off of Voldemort's snake, Nagini. Voldemort roared at the sight knowing what it meant even when Draco didn't quite understand.

Moments later the fighting resumed, though now Draco Malfoy was known to be fighting on the other side. They had ran back into Hogwarts, if only for their last time. He and Hermione were fighting the death eaters side by side when they heard Hagrid.

"Harry! Where's Harry?" He cried.

While Hermione instantly looked to where his body had been mere seconds before only to find it gone, Draco cast a spell to prevent her from being injured due to her badly timed distraction.

Everything was happening so fast that, before they knew it, everything suddenly stopped when one voice was heard throughout the Great Hall.

"Protego!" Harry Potter shouted.

Everyone watched as Harry and Voldemort dueled for the final time.

And just like that, Voldemort was dead.

Draco had been helping to heal the wounded, he couldn't help but be angry at himself for previously causing a few of them before changing his side but at least he was making it right. He had actually found that he sort of liked helping people like this. Perhaps it was from the exhilaration of it all finally being over, he could finally have the life he wanted. It was after finishing with a sixth year Ravenclaw he didn't recognize that his Mother approached him.

She had gathered him into a hug, which was quite unusual for her especially in a public place, and he recuperated it. "My baby boy," Narcissa kept repeating. When the embrace ended she looked at him with glassy eyes, "I'm so proud to call you my son. You stood for what you believed in and even found love," she told him.

"Mother-" Draco began, truly moved by her words, when she interrupted.

"Speaking of which, I want you to have this," Narcissa told him taking out a small black box, "I'm sure you know what this is and if you care for her as much as you've displayed today, then I'm sure you won't waste any time in using it."

Now Draco was walking with Hermione down the halls of Hogwarts nervously fiddling with the box in his pocket.

"What is it you wanted to talk about? There's no one around anymore I'm sure," Hermione said.

"So impatient," he joked.

"Well while I do love it being just the two of us, there is a lot going on right now," she said in a similar tone.

"I know, I know you'd rather be with your friends than me," he said not unkindly.

She lightly pushed him, "you know that's not true."

"You're right," Draco said trying to stall.

"Plus the anticipation is killing me," Hermione told him.

"In that case maybe I'll wait until later to tell you," Draco teased.

"No! Please just tell me now," she begged and he chuckled.

He got down on one knee.

"I love you more than life itself as I've shown you today and I want to spend the rest of my existence with you. Hermione Jean Granger, will you marry me?" Draco said pulling out the black box to reveal a beautiful golden ring with both red and green gems in it.

The next words will change both of their lives forever.

"Of course I will!"

[daybreakx]

✘ fantasy special eight: hogwarts au, muggleborn wooyoung x pureblood fem reader.

✘ warnings: fluff, angst, comments on blood status.

✘ word count: 1.7k

✘ a/n: i’m slowly trying to catch up with the fantasy special! please let me know what you think about the scenarios and spare a reblog, lol.

✘ masterlist

Falling in love with Wooyoung was as easy as making magic, and it was just as natural. 

Magic had surrounded you all your life. Ever since you could remember there were funny-looking creatures around you, ready to satisfy your every whim no matter how childish or ridiculous. Objects levitated, plants grew twice as fast as they should, and adults held on to slim wooden sticks that casted light, released sparks and sometimes even helped them disappear into thin air. 

You were born magical— a pureblood witch — with a magical lineage to maintain. You were met with expectations from a very young age, from following with your family's tradition of being in the same House at Hogwarts, to becoming a prefect and even attempting to become the Head Girl. 

Things were supposed to go smoothly for you, though, because it was in your nature to be able to accomplish all of that. Talent ran through your veins, magic was your right by birth, unlike those who were born impure.

Wooyoung was one of them. A muggleborn wizard who had only learned he had some magic within him well into his infancy, when he’d accidentally made his house dog levitate into the ceiling, keeping it stuck in there for around three hours, until his mother came in screaming and almost fainted at the sight. It had taken another witch to explain to Wooyoung’s mother what was happening to her child and that he’d have to attend a magical school to learn to control his magic properly. Wooyoung’s mother got excited for him after the initial shock, proud that her child had actual magic in him, more than she already believed he had.

Wooyoung was sorted in Gryffindor, and with the years he proved to be one of the proudest as well as the most chaotic one. But he was admired and loved by many, including you. 

It wasn’t something you were proud of at first, realizing you were falling in love with a muggleborn— a mudblood —like your parents would call him if they knew, was something you were raised to be ashamed of. But the butterflies in your stomach when he was around were strong enough to drown the shame and the dread, and fill you with happiness and hope. A hope that wouldn’t last too long.

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Wooyoung slid next to you before Hongjoong got the chance to do so. Giving you a smirk as he intertwined your hands on top of the table. “Hello, y/n.” he greeted quietly, in the same voice he used when he told you a secret.

Hongjoong hit the back of Wooyoung’s head with his palm. Knowing that the fact that he’d stolen his place meant that Hongjoong would have to sit next to Choi San. He didn’t exactly dislike him, it took a bit more than a couple dirty looks and class competition for Hongjoong to hate someone, but he wasn’t exactly comfortable around him either, your constant ‘he’s not that bad, Joong.’ didn’t help at all. 

You’d grown up with San and Seonghwa by your side. Both Slytherin heirs, pureblood and rich. And though you disagreed with them in many things, you still loved them for the sake of old times, but you couldn’t ask for your new friends to do the same. Especially when San and Seonghwa avoided Wooyoung like he had some sort of contagious disease.

“Wooyoung, the next time you should get here maybe two minutes earlier.” you laughed, squeezing his hand. “Or maybe I should sit with San.”

Wooyoung grimaced, “Absolutely not. Plus, I am your muggle studies self-proclaimed tutor, I must supervise your learning.”

With another laugh, you shook your head, making it a little harder for him to place a kiss on your cheek. You hid between your hands as your cheeks warmed up. Demonstrations of affection in public still made you nervous, and with San seating right behind you, the knot on your stomach only increased in size.

Of course you were worried about what your parents would say about Wooyoung. And the more you pushed your worries aside, the more you were reminded that Winter break was approaching fast and you would have to return home to them—like every year— and rumors would follow you to their house. 

“Look, self-proclaimed tutor, you have to pay attention too.” you eyed Seonghwa sideways, a couple seats away from you, as he got his own books out.

“I grew up in the muggle world, y/n. There’s nothing I don’t know.” Wooyoung bragged, running a hand through his hair. 

“I grew up in the magic world, that doesn't mean I know everything.” 

“Well, that’s different.” Wooyoung laughed again, causing an annoyed sigh from the Slyhterin behind the two of you, and an even bigger huff from Hongjoong. 

Luckily, the Muggle Studies teacher came into the classroom at that moment, closing the door on any confrontation that could have happened between the four of you, that would have probably ended in you making up excuses for San.

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Seonghwa sat in front of you in the library, something that was very usual. He’d greet with a short ‘hello’ and mind his own business, unless he had something to question about class or other activities that you two shared. 

This was one of those times that he sat down and stared at you until you were uncomfortable enough to look away from your assignments and pay attention to him. He’d done that when he wanted your attention since you were children, and despite your complaints about it being childish and even a bit creepy, he never stopped doing it because it worked perfectly.

“What do you want?” you huffed, placing your quill aside.

“I want to know when you’re going to stop playing around with the muggleborn.” Seonghwa replied nonchalantly, opening his potions book. You felt relieved he hadn’t called Wooyoung a mudblood. “You know your parents are going to lose it once they find out.”

“They don't have to find out,” you hissed. “You’re not going to tell them, are you?”

Seonghwa shrugged, “Maybe I don’t need to.”

With your father’s work at the Ministry and your mother’s circle of nosy friends, it was very likely they’d find out anyway. Your relationship had the nature of a scandal.

“You know, San and you should stay out of my business.” you hissed, starting to scribble sharply on your parchment again.

“We are out of your business, y/n.” Seonghwa frowned, “Or you would have gotten a Howler from your parents already. I am just here to remind you what your place is, because you seem to forget every time you’re around that boy.” 

Without another word, you let your eyes fall back to your homework. Regret bit you fiercely as you swallowed Seonghwa’s words. He was right, you didn’t belong next to Wooyoung, not in this life.

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“Why don’t you come with me on Winter break?” Wooyoung spoke fast, too fast for you to comprehend it was an invitation, so you just stared at him blankly, until his face heated up. “I mean, only if you want to.”

“What?”

“I— I think you’ll like the Muggle world, y/n. And I can show you my home, and my town… and you can meet some of my friends.” He was still talking too fast but you were able to understand him perfectly. 

“Oh,” you laughed, “I… have to talk to my parents.” 

Wooyoung’s smile faltered for the briefest moment, but he nodded. “I’ll take good care of you.” he promised, “You can tell them that.”

“I will.” you lied with a smile.

Weeks passed by with occasional questioning by Wooyoung. Had you told your parents yet? What had they said? Was there some way to convince them? 

Your answers remained the same, they didn’t have time to reply to your letters, they were too busy… etc. 

But of course you hadn’t asked. You couldn’t bring yourself to do it without risking them threatening to disown you, and to be honest, you didn’t want to feel like a disappointment.

It was obvious for Wooyoung soon enough that his time with you was running out. Winter break came soon and with it, you started drifting away. He couldn’t help but wonder if it had been his fault, maybe he’d asked too soon, maybe he was too clingy or too loud. Or maybe he just wasn’t enough, not good enough or smart enough. 

The last morning you two spent in the castle was memorable in the worst way. Wooyung had told himself that he wouldn’t ask you about Winter break, in fact he barely even spoke as he held your hand when you walked around the courtyard, waiting for noon to come and the train to pick you up. 

You were anxious, not only because you were certain your parents knew about your relationship with Wooyoung. Luckily, they didn’t need to send a Howler, saying it would only add on to their humiliation, but they sent a simple note saying you’d have a talk once you got home.

“I should get my luggage ready,” you whispered, squeezing Wooyoung’s warm hand. “It’s getting late and I really don’t want to rush or miss the train.”

Wooyoung nodded, biting his lower lip wasn’t enough to keep the words from coming out. “I wish you’d come with me.”

You let out a nervous chuckle that almost fused into a sob. It was your last minutes together and you were being cold to him, but maybe it was for the best. “I think it’s best we keep our distance from now on, Woo.” 

Wooyoung nodded once again, the fact that he expected your words didn’t make them hurt any less. He was in love with you, and by now, he had accepted he had to love you from afar and just cherish the time he’d gotten to be with you. “I hope you’re free to love whoever you want to one day, y/n. Even if it’s not me.”

You closed your eyes as he left a fluttering kiss on your cheek, and when you opened them again, he was gone. 

You hoped so too, but for now, your legacy had to come first.

[fictional-babes-inc]

Percival Ignatius Weasley: The Lawful

Percy was a lot lonelier than he let on.... lil sad bean

BOH = battle of hogwarts

Percival Weasley: The Third born of the Weasley Clan.

Art and images are not mine, all credit goes to original creators.

Color: Indigo = Prideful, independent, scholarly and pervasive.

Percy always valued his alone time.

Unfortunately being alone proved to become more difficult as his family of 5 quickly became 9.

He is a very prideful person and takes ownership of everything he creates.

As a child he definitely helped Molly around the house, making schedules for chores and stuff to try and create order. (Clipboard Percy is a adorable image 🥺)

None of sibling ever listened to him, they were way too chaotic for order.

Percy is an old soul, believes in the ancient system even as a kid.

Although new technologies did fascinate him greatly.

Percy was the most “nerdy” Weasley, of course, muggle technology was absolute of his guilty pleasures.

I think that he would be the most curious, secretly going off to the muggle village (since he was the goody two-shoes it wasn’t hard to slip away) and learning about typewriters, telephones and televisions!

Geeking out to his siblings about all the new things he discovered and his yournger siblings found them equally fascinating for a time but they quickly started teasing him.

Percy was always trying to live up to being the “perfect” child.

Bill was head boy and Charlie was a prefect, so he knew he had to find a way to become them as well so he could feel like he had proven himself.

He is a pervasive personality and is always trying to insert himself into any situation he believes will benefit him the most.

He is a prideful person and although he cares for his family greatly. He wishes to be the one recovering the reward and recognition.

Percy is stuck up but not in a bitchy way, his mentality has made him believe that education and personal rank are everything.

If you don’t rise you aren’t worth much. That is his ideal for most of his childhood.

He needs to study so he can become something and make his mother proud.

When he is a kid, Molly is his saint and he worships her and believes that she is always teaching him to be the best. Hella mommas boi

Because he has put all his faith in books and order he believed the law is always right.

Percy felt like an outcast in his family during his teen years. He was a lil awkward bean that did not meld with his family of chaotic misfits.

Percy was very philosophical but also very scientific especially for a wizard.

He had to see to believe or he had to be told by an authority figure to believe. He took pride in following the natural order of things.

He was absolutely a fanboy, he spent most of his time reading and was fully invested in his ships.

Maybe he’d try to start a hogwarts book club?? For pleasure reading not studying.

A few muggleborns join and show him a whole new world of books 🤩

HE WAS A NOVELIST!! 100% wrote a few books. Most likely on law or medieval period (King Arthur-ish) stories.

Percy felt at home with books, they were his best friends which is why I believe he would take comfort in writing them too.

He would struggle at first and would definitely go to Bill for help, they definitely bonded over this but since he was the oldest he “knew the most” so it made sense to ask him for help.

He was an independent souls but he definitely appreciated and accepted affection for most of his life. Did not seek it out but did not push it away.

His room was absolutely a library! Full of books and empty notebooks, or ones he filled himself, but shelves upon shelves!!

At the village library, he accidentally picked up a book on science or law when he was about 14 and became fascinated with the muggle theories for our existence and way of life.

Absolutely had a chalk board with continuous theories on how to explain magic with science!

Beloved in the power of heist by and was always trying to install himself into the highest power.

Before the BOH, Percy was very depressed that he abandoned his family. He felt ashamed but was too prideful to believe that the government he put all his faith in could be wrong.

Relied on his mind too heavily which progressively became a burden.

He loved his family even tho he did think that they were idiots for following a 17 year into a revolution but he understood why in the end.

[malfoys-demigod]

HELLOOOOO!!! I have a request for Draco x Hufflepuff reader post war where they both go back to Hogwarts to finish their studies and she helps DM move on and accept what happened (maybe get Hermione’s forgiveness) and helps him with his career choice (Healer, which obvs Lucius doesn’t accept) and just them being a very fluffy and lovey couple trying to move on from being in a war and help each other 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛 After reading your last fic I HAD to make a request

Acceptance - Draco Malfoy x Reader

There were so many thoughts running in my mind as Draco and I were taking our baby steps back in Hogwarts. It really had been a while since the war happened and I was pretty sure that everyone was still not emotionally settled yet. I felt really refreshed from the small break Draco and I took when we ran away to Malfoy Manor to emotionally, physically, and mentally recover from everything that had happened. 

This traumatic event was an experience that really distressed and made us upset. It aroused powerful and disturbing feelings in us which took a while to settle in time. The massive, ultimate war in Hogwarts might be the most chilling event that will ever happen in our lives and I’d like to keep it that way. I wouldn’t want to be a part of another war because whether it would be concerning Harry and the Dark Lord, everyone would still be somehow a part of it all. 

The whole situation frightened Draco and I. It caused lots of stress as both of us felt extremely helpless in our own ways. With Draco being used as a puppet for the Death Eaters, he was a boy with no choices in his hands. Then there was me, on the opposite team. 

Even if he was on the opposite team, I knew in my heart that the only reason he was with them was that he was choiceless. It wasn’t possible for him to swerve to my side as he was forced to be carried with the most difficult tasks a 17-year-old could ever imagine. I was aware that if he didn’t comply with it, there would be countless serious consequences from the Dark Lord. He and his parent’s lives were at stake. They had to play convincing puppets which was something I couldn’t imagine doing so easily. I had to let these facts slide. This was something Draco loved about me. He called this accepting trait that Hufflepuffs had admirable. 

When the war ended, I wanted to immediately drop on my knees and cry. I was too overwhelmed with the fact that the war was finally over. With the team I stood up for one, there was no jumping for joy seen. It was just too depressing. Seeing the castle damaged and familiar faces passed away as they helped fight for the greater good was a sight nobody wanted to be seen celebrating on. There were just so many lifeless bodies around the castle that sickened me to the bone. 

What stopped me from crying and dropping to the ground was the strong arms of Draco, wrapping tightly around my body from the back. I could only hold onto his arms, back facing his front as I started whimpering. The silent hug we were having lasted five minutes as Draco whispered into my ears soothing messages, telling me that everything is okay now. But how could it be? Everything was just a disaster. There was no possible way that I could emotionally, mentally, and physically recover from the trauma in the place where I got hurt. Fortunately, Draco coincidentally proposed the idea of retreating back with him and his family to Malfoy Manor. He figured that it would be ideal to take a break from academics from Hogwarts and stay at home for a while and sort our emotions out. 

I was still hesitant at first even if a part of me wanted to run away to Malfoy Manor. The feeling of running away from Hogwarts right after the war felt so wrong in many ways. My loyalties were for Hogwarts but walking away from the place I stood up for to go to the home of a person whose loyalties were for the opposite team would have been understood differently, in fact wrongly by others. I was starting to get scared of what they would think of me for doing this. But I had my sense of right and wrong. I knew what was right and wrong but even if they didn’t, I realized that their thoughts couldn’t bother me. 

So I comfortably walked away from Hogwarts, knowing that I would be back. 

It was just a bit difficult for everyone at Malfoy Manor. Of course, it was understandable for us to feel shocked, numb, and unable to accept what has happened. I and Draco had emotionless days and sleepless nights. We attempted trying to comfort each other but were just both stunned and dazed that there were times where we cut off from their feelings and what was going around us. 

While I laid down in bed, looking up at the ceilings above me, trying my best to concentrate on sleeping, there was Draco who actually fell asleep. But with every sleep he could get, he would wake up every night, from the constant terrifying nightmares that felt so real and lifelike. It would give him headaches, giving him a hard time thinking clearly when he was around his parents. 

But when it was time for me and Draco to continue our remaining time in Hogwarts, it was difficult for him to accept that he had to return to school, the place where he left horrible memories. He at first strongly refused to continue his studies. It made his parents, especially his father, enraged. Lucius had to lecture him on why it would be wrong to discontinue his education. For him, it would be seen as a disgrace to the family name if they allowed him to stop. But for me, I wanted him to continue, well for different reasons. I didn’t care if it would be a disgrace. I believed it was for the greater good of everything. I believed that if he wanted to have a clean slate, he would return to Hogwarts and face the music, ready to rebuild himself as he and I continued the remaining time we had there. 

The first few weeks were unimaginable and very hard to forget. Draco was certainly uncomfortable and was so close to facing the ground every time he had to leave his dorms. I was the only person in his life that was able to place his chin up and erase all the looks people gave him in his sight. Helping him transform into a different person through his actions really sparked a change in him. He was willing to be different, it was just challenging for people to see it. I felt like some people had a tricky time figuring if this was temporary or permanent. But when time allowed itself to be apart of Draco’s change, there were more people that believed in his transformation. This made Draco feel so much better in himself. There were fewer stink eyes shooting at him, making Hogwarts feel like a happier and safe environment for everyone to be in. 

There was just one particular person that couldn’t see eye to eye with the new Draco. That was, of course, Hermione Granger. It had to be her. Not Harry, not Ron, but her. Harry and Ron were more forgiving with Draco. Sure, it took a while for them to see the change, but Draco was really surprised that the two were quicker to forgive him compared to Hermione. The damages he’d dropped on Hermione were far worse. That was one of the reasons why it was quicker for Harry and Ron to forgive him and longer for Hermione to understand and let it go. 

Hermione Granger. She was that one person that Draco awfully tortured for years. She was different from Harry and Ron. She was a Muggleborn. A No-Maj. A nonwizard. The kind that purebloods like Draco despised the most. 

But since he wanted to move on, Draco asked me to support him with what he had in mind with Hermione. I without a doubt gladly supported him. He was a little nervous but that was really understandable. He was going to talk to the person he despised for her status! 

I brought Hermione along with Harry and Ron to the Black Lake, where Draco was patiently waiting for us. If I wasn’t second-guessing, I could see how Draco started breathing in and out so quickly as we walked towards him. There was fear in his eyes while there was a glint of anger in Hermione’s. 

She crossed her arms, standing in front of Draco. It was silent at first. I was guessing that she assumed Draco would first speak up but after waiting for a few minutes she was the first.

“Well, what is it, Malfoy?” 

I really wanted to hold Draco’s hand tightly and nudge him in the shoulders but he had to do this on his own. I just needed to be a spectator, merely watching from the sidelines. 

He sighed at first, looking down at the ground. But when he looked up, there was more confidence in his body language. I could feel it. I don’t know what made him feel less nervous about it. I was glad something helped him. 

“Hermione Granger,” he stated clearly as it was the first time in his life to call her by her first name which widened her and Harry and Ron’s eyes, mine too, “It’s about time you heard that… I want to give you my most sincere apology for the actions I have done over the last years. With the bullying, tormenting, slurs, and insults, the damage strokes you painfully in so many different ways, meanings, and levels. I do not have any excuse for all the things that I have done for you. I would have been powerless, scared, and about to give life up if I was in your shoes. I never really had the chance to figure out how life would be if I was in your place. Thinking about it now made me realize how painful life must have been for you. I was deeply ashamed of my actions and I believe that this apology is not enough for everything that has happened the minute I met you. If I could turn back time, I would do it without second-guessing and fix things the minute we all entered our first years. It would be hard convincing my past self to change but for you, Harry, and Ron, I would give my best to start things fresh. Knowing that I can’t before, I hope at the bottom of my heart that today can be the start of a new beginning. A new beginning for friendships and hope. I’d be the luckiest man on earth to start a clean relationship with you all, along with my girlfriend Y/N who has been the most accepting, loyal, and dedicated person that I have ever met in my life.” 

And that speech impacted the lives of the Golden Trio. It was a surprise for me to see Hermione quite moved. Just when Draco ended his speech, he started breaking down slowly. There were tears unhurriedly flowing from his eyes. I started rubbing his back, about to hug him until Hermione slowly walked towards him more, opening her arms to hug him. She patted his back and there was a small smile on her face growing. It was something I wanted to capture in my head for life.

Draco was astonished by her hug. He stopped shedding his tears to look up, looking at me with a hopeful smile. I gave him a reassuring nod as I smiled with happiness. He didn’t hug back at first. Maybe it was because he felt like he didn’t deserve it. But somehow, he changed his mind and hugged her back. 

“Draco,” Hermione said pulling away, “You’re forgiven. Thank you for this.” 

He nodded in respect as Hermione turned to me, now hugging me. She whispered in my ear that I was lucky to have someone who was willing to change for the better and she told me to continue being the light in his eyes. I was really honored by this, it was really nice to hear from someone else’s mouth that I was somewhat an inspiration to Draco. 

With a big accomplishment completed, Draco and I celebrated by spending the entire night ahead of us by wasting ourselves away with stashed liquor that the Slytherins managed to hide in their dorms. We didn’t want to cause a mess in the common room so we stayed in his dorm, dancing, drinking, and talking from the bottom of our hearts. 

The conversations we had were so light and easy. It mainly revolved around how happy he was that Hermione forgave him that he could jump off the Astronomy Tower with the biggest cheer he can do. Me, being the drunkest I’ve ever been, told him that doing a flip would have been better but it would be hard to heal him since Madam Pomfrey would have snitched on us if she knew the real reason to his injury. 

That was when the conversation changed. 

“Speaking of healing,” he spoke, “I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, have decided to pursue being a Healer as my career choice after Hogwarts.” he proudly said. 

“Well, Draco LUCIUS Malfoy,” I laughed, “You better owl your father LUCIUS about your decision. We all know how he expects you to take a job in the Ministry, so better start writing him a letter.”

Draco nodded in agreement, trying to get his balance and walk over to his desk to grab a parchment and quill. As he was writing, I walked over to him, watching him write. From what I remembered, I could see him write that he wanted to meet with his parents in Hogsmeade tomorrow. It didn’t say anything much but that he wanted to talk about his future. 

Right after that, he carried me to his bed and we snuggled until we fell asleep. 

We could barely remember what exactly happened the night before. Draco groaned, waking up with a serious headache. That resulted in me waking up right after him. I looked over to him as he was groaning in pain. Hugging him, he placed kisses on my neck as he asked me if I remembered him failing to jump off the Astronomy Tower. Before I could reply, his eyes widened. 

I looked over to where he was looking and we were both looking at the mail that was recently brought in by his owl. Knowing who he sent it to, he jumped off from his bed as he quickly opened it. I hopped off as well, peeking at the letter. Draco started muttering, ‘Oh no’s’ as he read the final phrase at the end of the letter which was ‘We will see you at 11 o’clock in the morning.’ We only had one hour to freshen ourselves. 

Draco told me to run back to my common room as he started looking for his black suit to wear. When I returned to my dorms, all I could feel was nerves, running through my body. I wasn’t the one who was about to meet my intimidating parents but I couldn’t stop thinking about every possible consequence as I started remembering why he wrote the letter. 

Making our way to the Three Broomsticks, all I could do was hold Draco’s hand tightly, trying to squeeze out the tension in his system. He wasn’t exactly prepared with a speech the way he was with Hermione. But I constantly told him on the trip out of the castle that speaking from the heart would be our best and only option. Sometimes it’s a good thing to have that as the only option. That way, you can train yourself to truly speak what you want. 

It was just unfortunate that Lucius and Narcissa arrived earlier than us and reserved our seats. Seeing how uncomfortable they looked considering this was not their choice of the venue wanted to make Draco turn around and forget about the plan. But I twisted him around and gave him a serious look. “Draco,” I said, “We need to get this over with. It’s now or never.” 

Draco thought that he could open up the conversation by conversing about light subjects such as how classes have been going for us and how his grades seemed to be improving as he caught up with most of the things he’s been missing. But Lucius grew impatient from this. He did not leave his Manor to go all the way to Three Broomsticks just for a small chit chat as that could have been done through mailing. 

So he stopped Draco from talking. 

“Son, I believe you have a better reason for calling us here. You should get to it already, time mustn’t be wasted,” he demanded. 

Draco turned to me, looking for the same reassuring eyes I always gave him. I squeezed his thigh under the table, signaling that he could do this. As he felt it, he took a deep breath and looked back at his father.

“Father, when I graduate, I intend on being a healer. This is something I’m not asking from you but-”

“No Malfoy has even been a healer, Draco. You know that. I thought we already discussed you carrying the family name and joining me in the Ministry? Don’t be absurd, Draco. You should know better.” Lucius sneered. 

“Perhaps it’s time for a change, Lucius.” Narcissa pleaded. 

“Father, could you please hear me out?” 

I could feel that Lucius wanted to stand up and leave but he didn’t. Seeing the sadness in Draco’s eyes, he decided to stay where he was sitting and let Draco out. 

“So be it.�� 

Draco exhaled in relief as his shoulders started to loosen up. 

“Father, I’m not asking your permission for me to be a healer. This is something that I have been thinking about for so long and I plan on doing it. There’s a deep meaning behind this particular line of work. With everything that has happened recently in our lives, we were all damaged, I was damaged and to be a healer, is something that would make me feel better about everything that we left behind. To heal someone, to restore, to put someone back on their feet, to put someone on the road to recovery, to alleviate the pain and things people have gone through, don’t you think that means something? To me, to Y/N, and to you both? I want to change my, father and to do so is to start something different in our lives. Change is good for everyone and I think you should consider doing the same.” 

“If I may,” I inserted myself, “I agree with Narcissa and Draco. Change can teach us to adapt and help us develop resilience, but only if we understand our own capacity for growth and learning. Luckily for Draco, he completely understands his own capacity for expansion and learning. Change makes us better because we have learned how to turn a challenging situation to our own advantage not merely because change happens. I believe in Draco and I think we should put more faith in him.”

“Are you saying I don’t, Ms. Y/L/N?” Lucius asked. 

“Oh, no-”

“Good, thank you for your input. I suggest you can leave it things from there,” he said, giving a small yet cold smile on his face. 

I didn’t think it was wrong for me to stand up for Draco but I didn’t really have a place in the conversation. So, I stood up, making my way out of the booth. Draco pulled me back with a longing expression on his face but I let go, “It’s okay Draco. I really didn’t really have the right to place myself in the conversation. I’ll be outside.” I turned around and walked away quickly enough for Draco to have no time in replying back. 

It was just unfortunate for me not to hear what would happen next the minute I left. Apparently, there were really good things happening after my leave. Lucius was really amused by what I had to say. He found it really striking of me to defend the person I was loyal to, which was Draco. Despite being in a house he did was not really fond of, he always took a liking in me ever since Draco introduced me as his girlfriend. I didn’t have the cunning and ambitious traits that he wanted for Draco’s girlfriend but he was intrigued by my values in hard work, dedication, and strong moral code. 

“She’s good for you, Draco.” Lucius finally spoke, “I like her.” 

“Then why did you send her out?” Are you mad?” 

“So I could offer you my blessings if you ever planned on asking for her hand in marriage.” he nonchalantly said, turning to a smirking Narcissa. 

“I’ll only take your blessing if you don’t mind me taking a job as a healer. If not, I’m going to marry her without any of you being there.” 

“Very well, son. She’s a keeper after all. Take care of her and don’t let her slip through your hands.” Lucius and Narcissa stood up, signaling for Draco to do the same. He shook Draco’s hands while Narcissa opened for a motherly hug as she whispered, “I love you, Draco.” 

As Lucius and Narcissa walked out of the Three Broomsticks, they bumped into me as I was literally waiting in front of the entrance. Narcissa placed a hand on my shoulder, making me turn around to face them. I didn’t know which expression to wear on my face as they stood in front of me without a word. It was only until Narcissa started smiling warmly as she rubbed my shoulder. 

“I’m excited to be seeing more of you, Y/N,” she said, trying to contain her joy. I was really confused because I left the booth when it was really tense. But they came out really calmly. Lucius looked at Narcissa with a warning look as he saw how confused I was. Then he looked at me and nodded, “Y/N.” I awkwardly nodded back till Draco arrived, wrapping an arm around me as he was surprised to see his parents still there. 

“Mother, father,” he said, “See you soon.” Then they smiled and started walking away. 

I turned to Draco with a puzzled look, “How did the conversation soothe itself with me gone?” 

“Let’s just say I healed the conversation.” I shot my eyes at him with sparks of joy and jumped. “Merlin’s beard! Did you? Did he? He’s okay with it?” 

Draco chuckled as he planted a kiss on my forehead and wrapped his arms on my neck now. “I am so happy for you, love. Why don’t we celebrate?” 

“Anything but drinking.” 

“Okay,” I smirked, “Shall we go and jump off the Astronomy Tower? You know, start practicing your magical healer hands?” 

“I suppose we can do that.” he playfully said as he motioned for the two of you to start walking. “I’ll do whatever you want. As long as I’m with you.”

[readingsoyoucanavoidlife]

Jily through the ages - second year - Lily

Lily arrived at the station and for the first time she felt like she was truly part of the wizarding world. She walked through the crowds with certainty that she had never felt before. The wizarding world was becoming a habit to her and she welcomed it. Although it did mean that she was moving quicker than her parents and Lily was sure that if she didn’t slow down she might lose them all together. Lily’s summer had been interesting to say the least. Her sister Petunia had taken to making it her job to throw as many insults at Lily as she could before  she got caught or Lily completely lost it. It was times like this when Lily realised that she wouldn’t ever fit into either world properly and she started spending more time away from the house and instead with her best friend. It wasn’t that she didn’t miss her family whilst she was away for most of the year, it was that they wouldn’t be able to understand why she felt like she was separate from everyone. 

Snapping out of her thoughts, Lily realised that she had managed to end up right where she was supposed to be, at the entrance on platform 9 ¾. Lily Bid a quick farewell to her parents and offered a smile to her sister which she got a scowl in return. After having received much worse treatment than this before Lily brushed it off and entered the magical platform without anyone for the first time. She barged her way through the crowd that had formed by the train and successfully managed to heave her trunk on. Please with herself, Lily looked over at the crowd in hopes of finding a familiar face amongst it. Sev and her had agreed to sit with their other friends on the train due to the fact that they had spent all summer together, but Lily was still hoping that she would be able to see him before they started their journey to Hogwarts. Although Lily didn’t have to wait too long to recognise someone as at that moment her eyes caught a familiar Black wading through the crowd. He looked similar to how he did the first time she met him and nothing like he had when he left Hogwarts at the end of last year. He looked older and more aware of everything around him. Looking at him now he reminded her a bit like Sev did at home, with the Victorian style clothing and tired eyes. Although Lily did have to admit, Sirius wore it a lot better than Sev ever did. His clothes were tailored to him, his eyes still sparkled even though they looked like they had been on guard for weeks and his hair (as always) was perfect. She was about to turn away when he caught her eye, he had a smug look on his face and he winked at her. Lily felt anger boil up inside of her. Just when she thought that he couldn’t be that bad, he had to go and act like a prick. Lily was suddenly reminded of her vow the previous year and instead of paying him any attention, like she knew he wanted, she looked right past him and waved to someone behind him. Fortunately for her spite wave had been received by her friend Mary McDonald. Mary was a pretty girl, even though many didn’t take a second look. She had nothing remarkable about her but that didn’t deteriorate from the fact that she had pleasant features. Her brunette hair was styled nicely and fell to its usual place, midway between her shoulders and elbows. Her pale bluey greeny grey eyes crinkled when she smiled at Lily. Like Lily she was also a muggleborn and one of her dorm mates, therefore the girl was in her muggle clothes that were a lot more fashionable and made her passable for a muggle compared to many of the pure bloods and half bloods that were boarding the train and. Mary made her way over towards the red head and Lily could see in the corner of her eye that Black did have the courtesy to look slightly embarrassed. 

The two girls managed to find an empty compartment and settled themselves into it. Lily sat back and took in the familiar sight of the train. She had missed the wizarding world in her time away and the closest thing she was able to get to it were from the occasional letters her friends sent and her best friend. Mary had begun talking about her summer when she went to France and all the wizarding places that were there that her mother and father didn’t allow her to explore as much as she wanted due to the fact that they were muggles and she was only 13. Whilst Lily was giving her much shorter account of the summer, the door flew open and a very flustered looking Marlene McKinnon entered. Marlene's bright blue eyes looked glassy and her cheeks were a little more rosy than usual but apart from that she looked like she was put together. Marlene had long blond hair that had pretty curls in it when she could be bothered to dry it properly. The girl was still sporting shorts and a t-shirt with a jumper completely forgotten about was hanging loosely off her shoulders. She didn’t talk until she had plopped herself onto a seat and started helping herself to some of Mary’s muggle candy that she had bought with her. Marlene made a face at the taste of the liquorice she had eaten and Mary upon seeing this offered her a strawberry lace that suited her much better. Lily raised her eyebrows at her friend and the blond sighed and elaborated on her bad mood. It turns out that Marlene had had a not so great farewell with her family since her mother had insisted on pointing out everything that Marlene had wrong with her and didn’t even give her the opportunity to fix it. Mary smiled sympathetically and Lily reassured her that she was perfect but then the girls lapsed into a silence that was filled with contemplation. This was why when the door banged open all three girls jumped and caused the person outside the door to start laughing. Collecting herself, Lily recognised the laugh to belong to one of her friends. Emmeline Vance. The girl stood in the doorway and revelled in her friend's shock. Emmeline had pale green eyes that her light brown hair usually fell into because of her loose bangs. Emmeline had a loose bob hair cut that suited her well and made her clothes stand out all the more. Despite Lily’s luck earlier, Emmeline’s hysteria was attracting lots of attention. Particularly those of the four boys she was dreading to have to see again. 

Potter and the others made their way over to their compartment and started up a friendly enough conversation and Potter and Marlene got into a pretty heated discussion about who was better at quidditch. Lily noticed that the train had started to move and that the boys were still in her compartment. They hadn’t been invited in and she certainly didn’t want them there, so she voiced her feelings and sent them on their way. After they had left, the other girls commented on how rude she was, to which Lily felt irritated and spewed out all her feelings on the matter. The compartment was silent for a few moments before Marlene said that if what Sev had said was true then there would be no harm in knocking them down a few pegs. Marlene also said that what Sev said may not be totally true because they only knew one side of the story that would be biased and that she had known Potter since childhood and it didn’t sound like him to be awful for no reason, he always had some motivation behind it. Lily felt herself blush at her outburst but also angry at Marlene as well now for defending the bratty boys. She knew Marlene was only trying to make sense of it and help her not jump to any conclusions, but Lily couldn’t find herself able to doubt Sev. In the back of her mind, Lily knew that she probably should, but on the other hand she had no reason to do so and Sev had never lied to her before. I mean he was the one to tell her about Hogwarts. After a moment's reflection Lily decided that Sev was right and the boys who had already irritated her in the first place were bigger prats than they appeared to be. (definitely not because it was easier to hate the boys she didn’t know than to question her best friend)

To Lily’s horror, the boys ( or marauders as they had now taken to calling themselves) seemed to crave even more attention than they already had. With Potter making the quidditch team as a chaser a few weeks after the start of the school year, it meant that everyone in Gryffindor was buzzing about him. Lily felt like she was the only one in her house that didn’t care about this fact and it didn’t excuse the part about him being a jerk. In Lily’s opinion one good thing didn't outweigh a bad thing or make a person better if the person didn’t feel ashamed and have to live with the bad decisions and do better in the future and not try to prove themselves and that they are changed by a big heroic decision. Even her dorm mates learned to not talk about the marauders in front of Lily because of the fact that she would start lecturing them about this. In short Lily was alone in her opinions once again, but this time she wasn’t hiding it and although she didn’t make the marauders life hell, like they did if they didn’t like someone, she just made sure that whatever they did they got something back for it. It was rather like Lily was made responsible for giving them karma instead of the professors that usually did it for their students. As a result of this, Lily often ended up getting into arguments with them although however much they disagreed with her, they still were popular with the rest of the school. Lily even overheard one of the fourth years say that they wished Potter was a few years older, this conversation made Lily want to throw up and she almost ran out of the common room. In her haste to get away from hearing the rest of what she was sure was going to be a traumatic conversation, Lily didn’t see where she was going and accidentally hurled herself at someone climbing through the portrait hole. 

Hurriedly apologising already, Lily didn’t notice who she had crashed into until she heard an all too familiar staggering coming from the person's side. She looked up and immediately her apology died on her tongue. Of course it was just her luck that if she wanted to get away from the topic of him, she would end up bumping into him (quite literally). Potter looked just as surprised to have her in front of him as she was to be there and immediately she took a step away from him. That action seemed to cause him to return back to reality and he annoyingly ran his hand through his hair. Lily rolled her eyes at his action and when he smiled like he was relieved to have that familiarity which just made her furrow her brows even more, although this time it was out of confusion instead of irritation. Lily found herself in no mood to argue with the boy in front of her so she quickly side stepped him and continued on her way. 

For some reason Potter seemed to think that now she had apologised to him about banging into him, they were on good terms and he kept trying to get her attention any time they were near each other. Of course most of the time Lily fell into his trap of paying him attention, but rather unlike the other people that payed him attention, Lily would end up insulting him and continuously attempted to deflate his ever growing ego. The year passed and as it went on Potter became more and more strange around her, Lily assumed that she was finally getting through to him about how much of a prick he was. Although from her increasingly more rare chats with Sev, that thought was quickly thrown out the window. 

Throughout the year, Lily and Sev’s relationship had started to become more fragile. Lily put it down to the different crowds that they were in. I mean it wasn’t usual at that time for a Slytherin and Gryffindor to be friends, especially with the environment outside the castle becoming more strained. However Lily did like to think that they put time in for each other with the catch up sessions they would have at the weekends or in their shared classes. However recently those sessions had become more of a thing out of the eye of Sev’s other friends and more secluded. Deep down this hurt Lily and she hated the fact that he was growing ashamed of her. Although Lily didn’t let this show and just appreciated the time she had with him. This was why Lily Evans welcomed the summer holidays so much as it allowed her time to fix her relationship with her best friend.

[strvngemagics]

{ cisgender woman, she/her } ❝ I'm a juvenile product of the working class / whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass ❞ huh, who’s FIVEL STEWART? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually MOLLY WEASLEY II. she is a 24 year old HALFBLOOD witch who is a CHASER FOR PUDDLEMERE UNITED. she is known for being FLIGHTY, IMPULSIVE, DISORGANIZED, FORGETFUL, and REBELLIOUS but also TRUSTING, DEDICATED, VIBRANT, ADAPTABLE, and INDEPENDENT, so that must be why she always reminds me of the song GLAZIN’ - JACUZZI BOYS and ROLLER SKATING DOWN A STEEP INCLINE, FOREHEAD KISSES, AN OUT-OF-TUNE ACOUSTIC GUITAR, AN UNMADE BED WITH LOTS OF PILLOWS, CHERRY LIMEADE SLUSHIES, PUTTING ON YOUR FAVORITE SWEATSHIRT. i hear she is aligned with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX so be sure to keep an eye on her. 

BIO

Molly Adelaide Weasley was born into a (relatively) peaceful world but adopted into an ever-growing and infinitely chaotic family - and her father, having had a near-catastrophic falling out with this family in favor of furthering his career, made it CLEAR to her that her status as a Weasley was to be cherished, not derided, never forgone for more ambitious aims. Percy, sometimes rigid, though always loving, threw this lesson in familial love along with his more practical teachings.

Her first real sentence was “Molly do it!”, which was put to excessive use as a toddler. Doing the laundry? “Molly do it!” Her father’s bent over a stack of paperwork with a next-day deadline? Molly’s rushing over to help with a fat, color-changing crayon in hand: “Molly do it!” When Audrey was ill with a stomach bug, Lucy happened upon her sister, barely even three, mashing a ginger root with the handle of Mama’s wand in an attempt to make ginger biscuits. In short, Molly has always been headstrong and maternal. She takes a lot of pride in the traits that she shares with her namesake, her wonderful Gran, but regrettably never learned to knit.

Molly arrived at Hogwarts with a gaggle of cousins who’d already set the tone for who the Weasleys were and how they behaved. She found it difficult to find a life and identity outside of them - and still worries that she’s just another face in the family, unimportant compared to their accomplishments and accolades. Her time in Hufflepuff house passed without any prefect badges, school awards, or major academic achievements — even her five-year stint on the house Quidditch team was marred by the fact that she was always playing against some cousin or close family friend.

Life after Hogwarts has treated Molly well — she’s played professional Quidditch since age 18, something that she still can’t quite believe has happened. She was a reserve Chaser for the Kenmore Kestrels until 2027, when she was offered a contract by Puddlemere United. She took it, because wow that’s a lot of galleons, but Puddlemere’s always had a reputation for producing a lot of (painfully) straight-laced and by-the-book players………..which Molly definitely is not. She’s not allowed to speak at press conferences anymore due to PU’s management dubbing her “a PR nightmare” and “too foul-mouthed for a Dementor to want to Kiss”.

(TW DEATH MENTION) Memories of Uncle Harry pop up nearly every day - his voice, his rough hands positioning her arms and shoulders in a proper dueling stance, the smudges on his glasses, the way he looked at Aunt Ginny like she hung the moon in the sky. She misses him, dearly, but feels selfish and silly for doing so - she wasn’t his kid, and there are so many people who looked to Harry Potter as a symbol for the hope that carried them through wartime. She often worries that she isn’t doing enough - not enough to support her cousins, not enough for the muggleborns she knows and those she does not. There are days in which her inadequacy threatens to swallow her whole, when her hands tremble and breath rattles in her chest - but she’s able to bite it back for the moment. There’s bigger things ahead. (END TW).

PERSONALITY

okay so i always describe molly as a “disaster lesbian” or “chaotic dumbass” and i mean that with a lot of affection. she’s just very much motivated by pleasure and by fun, and much less motivated by duty or responsibility. she wants to stand out in both good and bad ways and more often achieves that in bad ways. she is also, like i mentioned, very headstrong. i consider her one of my funniest characters and that’s mostly unintentional because she just. says whatever pops into her head. i regularly giggle at what i make molly say. i am not ashamed of this.

uhhhh. what else? she’s a big old jock, one of those heinous people who for the most part actually enjoys exercising! will definitely ask you to join her on a sunrise run because she’s Ridiculous

loves her family so so so much, even though there’s at least 3 group chats where she’s currently trashing a cousin or two. is very down to take part in harmless pranks and shenanigans. someone outside the family tries to trash the cousins tho?!?!?! lmao kill bill sirens immediately go off. she and lucy probably call themselves twins bc they’re not blood-related but they are almost always on the same wavelength and in my eyes (jane u can confirm this for me) just get each other on a very fundamental level.

huge fuckin’ aries energy. you can find some personality assessments below:

zodiac.  

aries (sun)

“aries is an active, energetic sign. people with sun in aries are direct, straightforward, and uncomplicated. they expect the same from others, and are baffled when they don’t always get it.”

gemini (moon)

“nervousness and worry are common traits with this lunar position. An underlying restlessness is common, and many lunar geminis need more stimulation than others. they usually read a lot, talk a lot, and think a lot.”

mbti.  esfj (the consul)

+ strong practical skills, strong sense of duty, sensitive and warm, connects well with others

- inflexible, vulnerable to criticism, reluctant to improvise, needy, worries about social status

STATS

GENERAL

name. molly adelaide weasley

nickname. molls

birthdate. 4 april 2005 (she’s supposed to be 24? idk math)

place of birth. st. mungo’s

family.  percy weasley (father), audrey weasley (mother), lucy weasley (sister), extended family in the form of various weasley-potter aunts, uncles and cousins.

residence. (tbd), but roommates: rose granger-weasley, natalia bardon, lucy weasley

occupation. chaser for puddlemere united

gender identity. cis woman

romantic orientation. homoromantic

sexuality. lesbian

blood status. half-blood

relationship status. single

pets. a bright pink pygmy puff named romeo

MAGICAL

hogwarts house. hufflepuff

extracurriculars/leadership. hogwarts orchestra (clarinet), dueling club, charms club (president)

allegiance. order of the pheonix

n.e.w.t. grades. charms (o), transfiguration (a), herbology (e), d.a.d.a (a), potions (e), care of magical creatures (e), astronomy (e), history of magic (o), muggle studies (o).

wand. alder, ten inches, dragon heartstring core.

boggart. inferi

patronus. corporeal, brown bear

amortentia. vanilla bath fizz, lemon peels, sandalwood, mint

magical strengths. charms, nonverbal casting, transfiguration, flying

magical weaknesses. defensive magic, hexes and curses, potions.

[fletchermundungus]

At Home in Hackney

LOCATION: Hackney, London DATE: March 23rd, 1982 CHARACTERS: Mundungus, Cleometra and Calypso Fletcher

It was no cold spectral hand passing through him, or poking fork that woke Mundungus up, but an heavy weight settling on his chest and meowing right into his ear.

“Oi!” he shouted at the stray, a half-kneazle half-cat. It was both the usual reaction to any of creature’s antics and the short form of its full name Oi, watcha doing ya cursed beast.

Yet, for all of Mundungus’ attempts to get the cat off his chest, it was the banging on the door that managed to have it leap back onto the windowsill and then out the window. As if the little fellow had also recognised to whom that heavy hand belonged to.

“Get up, I ain’t keeping ye breakfast warm,” Mundungus’ grandmother shouted. “And wash up before ya come in the kitchen, ya don’t want yer mum seeing ya like that.”

A grunting noise was his only reply as he turned on the other side, blanket shifted to cover him completely, but he knew better than stay underneath it no matter how warm and comfortable it was there. He was still in a daze, more asleep than awake, as he got up from the bed in his childhood bedroom and walked to the bathroom. It was his face reflected back at him to fully wake him up, on it proof that there were things he couldn’t simply shrug or laugh off. And as any good thief, Mundungus made sure to get rid of it before anyone else could catch him with it. The cold water and lavender soap helped with that, erasing most traces of the previous night from it. Yet, they couldn’t erase everything. His eyes were still a bit red and his muscles felt sore, but he could lie to himself that this wasn’t different than any other morning after a wild night at the pub.

With a cigarette already lit between his lips, and old but clean clothes on him, Mundungus joined his grandmother in the small kitchen of the house he and his mother had both grown up in. 

“Goodmorning, nan,” he said, kissing her cheek.

“Yea, yea, all sweet now,” she lamented, even though she did not push him away, “after coming here a mess. What if yer mum had seen ya? Ya would’ve scared her and she would be fussing it about all night.” 

“While ya only fuss about in the morning,” he teased her, grabbing the slice of bagel as it came out from the toaster.

“Don’t be cheeky with me, now, and sit. Why are ya always standing up?” She pulled out a chair for him and pushed him to sit down. Taller than him by three inches and even more willful, Cleometra knew how to boss her grandson around. “Don’t try running away before ya tell me what’s going on and why ya came home looking like that.” Her hand patted his shoulder, in a small gesture of reassurance, but underneath it Mundungus tensed as he was reminded of the face he had seen in the mirror only moments before.

“Nothing...” he said, sheepishly, and tried to focus all his attention and energy on putting butter on the bagel. 

The cigarette was snatched from his lips and it found itself between her fingers. 

“Speak up. I can never understand a word ya say when you mumble like that,” she scolded him.

A pout appeared on his face immediately. A childish yet vulnerable look on him.  “I said.. it’s nothing,” he repeated, making sure not to fall into the temptation of mumbling each word as it came out of his mouth. But his grandmother didn’t seem convinced, and he only had to dare a quick glance her way to see the sceptical expression on her face even through the thin veil of the cigarette smoke now that she was the one smoking it.

 “I.. I had this big job lined up..” so far so good, yet his voice broke again into a mumble as he went on, “..and.. it kinda.. fell.. through..” It was embarrassing to admit this to her. She wasn’t simply his grandmother. She was his mentor and the person he aspired to be when it came to his career as a thief and con-man. There had been moments when he had wanted to show off to her what he had been able to achieve with Lu’s help, having a muggleborn roaming around the British pureblood society like one of them. How even those that would be horrified to know the truth, nay especially them, were so in love with Lu and would do anything for a scrap of their time. 

But Mundungus never had the chance to tell her. It was meant to be a secret, and then most of the work had been Lu, innit? They were the one with the charisma and the talent to keep the ruse up and have everyone drinking from the palm of their muggleborn hand. He hadn’t done much. Forged the papers and coached them on who was who, making sure there wouldn’t be any big blunders.  

“Well, so?” Cleometra asked, once the silence between them had stretched for far too long. “Did the mark make ya? Are the minnies after ya?”

Chewing his breakfast, Mundungus shook his head. No one was after him and all that had been done to him the night before, he had been the one to do it to himself.

“Did ya have a partner and they ran out with the score?”

The bagel almost choked him. Or at least, that’s what Mundungus would say it happened. Just bad timing.

“Ah,” Cleometra said, with the tone of someone who had figured out the problem. 

Mundungus didn’t know what would be worse, if she were to be disappointed in him or simply pitying him. He only knew that he did not have the courage to face either, feeling already ashamed to have made his way back here looking the way he had, after being left behind by another wix and having nothing to show for it, so like the coward he was he didn’t dare to look at her.

“Mundus!” His mother called him with genuine cheer in her voice. Her arms embraced him without restraint and engulfed him into a warm hug. “My baby is here,” she sang, as her lips peppered his cheeks with kisses.

“Mum. Mum... Mum! I can’t breathe,” he protested, but he wasn’t pushing her away with conviction. “I’m also thirty.. I think it’s been some time since I’ve stopped being a baby.”

“Nonsense,” she said, cleaning his cheeks from a little rogue her kisses had left on them. “Right, mum?”

“Just sit down and eat breakfast without making so much noise, Callie,” Cleometra replied, gentle despite the roughness of her words. She passed around the food, while Calypso, having finally let go of Mundungus, started to pour the tea. “Mun,” she then called him, sharply, “ya should go visit Mrs Moskovitz and help her grandson out.”

"Whut?” The bagel fell off from Mundungus’ mouth. “Not Mrs Moskovitz. Ugh, why?”

“Oh, that would be so nice, wouldn’t it, Mundus,” Calypso commented, adding the milk to their teas. “Which grandson is this? The solicitor or the healer?”

“You know why,” his grandmother gave him a determined look, “and this one is the healer. The solicitor married and moved to Banchory.”

“Hadn’t he gone to America? New Jersey or something like that?”

“That’s her sister, mum,” Mundungus kept his gaze on his grandmother, having gone back to a pout, “and I don’t want to be involved in your feud with Mrs Moskovitz. Plus, she’ll know right away what I’m there for.”

“Nonsense, why would she know?” Cleometra scoffed at the idea. “That woman has the brain of a drunken chicken. And even if she did, ya know how to get around her and get me that recipe.”

“Mum, that’s not very nice,” Calypso pouted as she scolded her own mother. “And are you still fighting with Mrs Moskovitz? It’s been years.. And it can’t be the sister, didn’t she marry a MacFusty?”

“Well that drunken chicken is gonna bore me to death detailing all her grandchildren’s accomplishments. No, that was Miss Lee.”

"Well, it’s very true, dear, and I don’t care how long it has been: that woman stole me recipe and I want it back. And her sister eloped with that Italian, her brother married a MacFusty, and Mrs Lee moved to New Jersey,” she said, ending that discussion with a knock on the table. “Now, Mun, once you’re in that hag’s house...”

“That can’t be, mum,” Calypso protested, refusing to end it there. “And Mundus, honey, you can still go and just spend time with our neighbours.”

Mundungus joined in, only in part because he wanted to have his grandmother forget everything about her plans to send him to spy on Mrs Moskovitz. “No, no, it was the brother that eloped with the Italian... and I don’t want to spend time with the neighbours. The neighbours are boring.”

All throughout their conversation, his grandmother kept stealing his cigarettes every time he lit one and his mother kept running her fingers through his hair. By the end of the morning, Mundungus’ presence at Mrs Moskovitz had been secured with an owl,  a plan had been formed for him to search the witch’s house to look for the stolen recipe, and they had figured out who had moved to New Jersey, who had eloped with an Italian wix, and who had married a MacFusty.

As he put down the last word for that day The Daily Prophet’s crossword, Mundungus knew that in that small moment spent in that small kitchen, he was truly happy even if he was not completely fine.