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unknowncountrygirl · 3 years ago

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Interment: Ch. 4 Dark Artifacts

Iris had a hard time falling asleep, tossing and turning until she was able to fall asleep, only to be woke with a start. There was clattering, banging, sizzling, and she swore a freaking bomb had went off.

“Barnaby!” She shrieked, throwing the blankets off her, jumped out of bed and flew to the door. She grabbed her wand, and as she ran conjured a protection spell over the house, thinking someone was breaking in. She could see light flickering and another loud bang. “Barnaby!” She yelled again, sprinting down the hallway to the staircase, taking them two at a time. When her feet hit the wooden floors on the bottom floor she stopped in her tracks.

He was standing in the front room, his bare back facing her, pieces of objects obliterated all around him on the floor, on bookshelves, the fireplace mantle, hardly anything was left.

He flicked his wand and without a word destroyed another item that had been sitting on the table in front of the couch. It shattered with a loud pop, and the little shattered pieces fell to the floor. He then turned his attention to, from her position, what looked like a portrait and slammed his fist against it, shattering the glass with a yell before yanking it off the wall and flung it across the room, then blasted it with another nonverbal spell in mid air.

Iris had never seen Barnaby angry before. Irritated, mildly put off, but never angry and she hoped it would continue to be a rare occurrence as he was absolutely terrifying. He was, and had always been, all muscle and brute strength that wasn't intimidating because of his sweet and mild soul. That muscle and strength was exceptionally evident at the moment, he was in nothing but his pajama pants, his muscles tight under his skin, and veins running and protruding in his arms.

Had Iris not been so completely stunned by his behavior, she would have been able to appreciate all the skin she had never seen before. But she didn't. She took a tentative step forward, like the way one approach a frightened animal and called out his name again,

“Barnaby?”

He twisted around and locked eyes with her, and she immediately saw regret and shock cross his facial features.

“Iris! I-I thought you were asleep.” He admitted nervously, looking around at the mess he had made.

“I heard a crash, I was worried about you.” She told him, approaching him in the room.

“No, wait!” He held out a hand, causing her to stop mid step towards him. Iris felt her stomach lurch, the fear that he was rejecting her company seizing her brain. Barnaby stepped over the broken objects to her and placed his hands under her arms, lifting her up so her feet wouldn't touch the ground, and walked her out of the room. “There's broken glass, I don't want you to get it in your feet.” He told her as he walked them out of the front room and into the kitchen before sitting her down.

Iris was filled with immense fondness for him in that moment, well even more then she normally felt for him.

“Thank you, that was very thoughtful.” She smiled at him. “But you're barefoot too.” She pointed out.

“Well, my feet aren't delicate.” He told her. She was about to tell him her feet weren't delicate, but it was a sweet gesture on his part nonetheless. His hands had lowered to her waist and he simply held her there for a moment, not making eye contact with her.

“Barnaby... What can I do for you?” She asked, knowing he needed something, some sort of comfort. She hoped he would open up to her, he had always been the most open with his feelings both in friendship and their more romantic moments they had shared. His hands moved from her waist, and wrapped around her, holding her tightly in a hug. Iris wrapped her arms around his shoulders and let out a deep breath, she was going to stand there and let him hold onto her as long as he needed.

He was always more physical then anyone else, both in the way he looked and carried himself to the fact that his love language was that of physical touch, she had noticed that very early on even before they had went to the Celestial ball together all those years ago.

He enjoyed touch, weather that was something simple as sitting close enough that their thighs or shoulders touched, hugging, holding hands, or things more in the romantic nature. He never went to try and grope her during their more vigorous snogging sessions, he would touch her face, her shoulders, arms, knees, just content in being close with another person.

It dawned on her that it was more then likely because he never received any sort of touch when he was a child and was making up for it.

“Would...” He choked out and she could hear his throat was tight, “would you sleep with me?” Iris made a face and was grateful he didn't see it because it was a mix of shock and did I hear that right. This was not how he was actually asking for her to sleep with him, was it? I mean, she wouldn't put it past him to be that blunt and honest about it, because that was just Barnaby's way. Her mind was trying to wrap around what he had just said, but he finished his thought. “I just, I don't want to be alone, not in this house.” She wanted to slap herself. He wasn't asking her to have sex with him, he literally meant sleep as in the most innocent form of it, lay in bed, close their eyes, wake up in the morning. Something that was classic Barnaby.

“Sure, of course.” She nodded against his shoulder. She felt him relax under her hands as he let her go a little, just enough to look down at her. His eyes were bloodshot, but not like he had been crying, more like a man tormented. “Come on,” she moved and grabbed one of his hands to lead him upstairs. They passed by the demolished front room and she felt Barnaby stop. “It's ok, we can handle that in the morning.” She promised him.

They made their way up the stairs, and into the room. Iris pulled the blankets down and climbed into the rather plush bed, while he crawled in right next to her, wrapping one of his large arms around her ribcage and pulled her close to him like a child would a teddy bear.

He gripped her shirt in his fist, and Iris thought vaguely that the way he was clinging to her was less about comfort, and more about protection. That thought made Iris feel a bit uncomfortable as to what exactly it was about this house, or the Lee Manor itself that made Barnaby feel so edgy.

She knew bits and pieces that he had told her over the years which was enough for her to feel that he had every right to hate the place, but what would make him feel so-

Her thoughts were cut off by loud snoring, and she looked at Barnaby's face, which was buried in a pillow and mouth wide open. Iris smiled fondly at him, and slowly adjusted herself to get comfortable enough to get some sleep. However he felt, she wouldn't understand without him explaining it to her, but she felt safe in his company.

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There was loud banging on the front door first thing in the morning, Iris opened her eyes, wrapping her foggy brain around what was going on while Barnaby pulled his arms from her, sat up, ran a hand over his face and through his hair, before he got up out of the bed.

“What time is it?” She asked groggily, looking to the clock on the side table, only to realize that it had stopped working a long time ago. Barnaby opened the door and made his way downstairs.

“The one time we could really sleep in.” He muttered.

She heard him walk down the squeaky stairs and open the front door. There were two voices she didn't know, so Iris decided to get up and join him downstairs. Then she heard shouting and she remembered that they had left the front room the way it was last night after Barnaby had decided to destroy all the dark artifacts in the house. Iris had never so quickly thrown on a robe and slippers as she had in that moment and ran down to Barnaby's side.

“These were family artifacts that you destroyed!” She heard someone yell as she arrived at the top of the stairs.

“They were Dark Artifacts!” Barnaby argued with whoever was downstairs.

“You had no right-”

“I have the only right! With dad gone, I'm the last true Lee, and if I want to destroy them I bloody well will!”

Iris nearly grabbed her chest at hearing Barnaby talk in such a way. She swore, most of their friends did, but not Barnaby. This place was very quickly effecting him, and she was not so keen on it.

“You could have asked us if any of us wanted them-”

“You're lucky I didn't turn them over to the Ministry, and let them do as they pleased, Vernon!”

“Fine Lee you are, nothing but a bloody-” Iris arrived at the bottom of the steps and saw two men with Barnaby that looked eerily like him, only they were not nearly as broad in the shoulders and they're eyes were as dark as could be. “Who the hell is that?”

Barnaby turned around and saw Iris standing wide eyed at the bottom of the stairs before he turned around and pointed a finger at the other man.

“Her name is Iris, and you best not talk to her like that.”

“Ah, Iris.” The other practically purred, rubbing his hands together, “may I say you look just absolutely delicious.”

Iris had never been so disgusted by a compliment, and that's coming from someone who had been flirted with relentlessly by Diego.

“Cyrus.” Barnaby grabbed a fistful of his shirt and shoved him backwards. “Leave her alone. In fact, don't even look at her.”

“Who is she Barn? Your little girlfriend?” Cyrus snickered. “Find yourself someone at Hogwarts did ya?”

“Don't be stupid, Cyrus, Barnaby is too daft to have a girlfriend. Now perhaps a paid date, that seems more realistic. What did you do Barn? Go directly to Knockturn Alley after your Dad died?”

Iris noted that Barnaby's fists were both clenched and the muscles in his back were straining from the tension knotted in them.

“Iris.” She heard him say her name without so much as looking at her, “go back upstairs.” There was a tone in his voice she had never heard and she felt her feet leading her back up the stairs without protest.

Cyrus and Vernon. She would have to ask who they were and why they thought they were owed anything from the Lee estate. She had expected to hear some sort of jinx, or the sounds of a duel but what she heard puzzled her for a moment.

There was yelling, shouting that she couldn't really understand, swearing every curse word known to the human race, and then the sounds of thudding. It clicked in her head what was happening. Someone was getting the ever loving crap beat out of them.

There was all sort of ruckus and she finally heard the front door open and slam.

“Barnaby!” She called, quickly taking the stairs again to see what had happened. Barnaby was sitting on the table in front of the sofa with bloodied knuckles and a split lip. She padded over to him, and picked up one of his still curled fists, then reached into the pocket of her robe to pull out her wand. “Episkey.” She stated simply and watched as the broken skin stitched back together, leaving behind a mild amount of blood. She looked to his face as she grabbed the other hand and did the same, his eyes never looking up from the floor.

Iris cupped his chin in her hand and turned his face up towards hers, not getting much resistance. His eye was already starting to turn purple and swell. They may have got two good hits on him, but judging by his hands, they had had the brunt of the fight. He was an excellent dueller, with a wand or fist.

“I'm not daft.” He told her, as though he thought he had to defend himself. Iris finished her spells, mending his broken lip and the swelling of his eye, it may have to stay purple for now.

“Of course you're not!” Iris exclaimed. “There is no one that knows more about Magical creatures and veterinary practices for them as you do! Not even Charlie, he just knows Dragons, you are educated on so many more.” She ran her fingers through his hair, still unkempt and messy from the rough nights sleep he had, trying to get it out of his eyes.

“I hit them.”

“I can tell.” Iris affirmed, noting the blood splatter still on his hands. “I don't know who they are but-”

“They're my cousins. My dad's sisters kids.” He filled her in on more of his family tree. “I honestly should have waited for the will reading tomorrow to destroy anything, in case he left anything to them. I just... I was so angry when I saw it all here, just looking like everyday brick-a-brack one would keep in a guest cottage!” Barnaby exclaimed. “I just, I've always hated it, always hated being known as a Death Eaters kid, and seeing what happened to my family and people that were suppose to care about me during the war.” She understood then, and nodded. “I'm not daft.” He reiterated.

“I know that.”

“Do you?” He questioned looking up at her and finally meeting her gaze. “Is that why... Why we haven't...” He trailed off and Iris suddenly felt immense guilt.

They had been on quite a few dates, forth year he had asked her to the Celestial ball, then there had been the Valentines day event that had ended with them chatting in the greenhouse that he had enchanted to be one of the most romantic situations one could find themselves in, and she had asked him on a date.

Then fifth year, while a disaster in many aspects, had been wonderful. She had stopped Ismelda from giving him a love potion, for selfish reasons, but it had worked out as he felt the same for her. They had been co-stars in Flitwicks dumpster fire of a play, but Barnaby had came to the rescue and made it something special for Flitwick as well as her, and made sure they were able to act out the final proclamation of love scene and given her a bouquet of roses that he had enchanted to last.

Then again, they had spent Valentines together and while she had tried her best to make it something wonderful for Pince and Filch, Barnaby had made sure that Iris had a night to remember and had worked with Pince and Dumbledore! Who on earth could work with Pince?!

They had also been voted the Festival Queen and King during the spring fest, and Barnaby had announced happily that he was her date, AND had convinced Murphy to announce it to the entire school.

She had thought by not “labeling” their relationship that she could save him from being hurt. She was on the Quidditch team, Head Girl in Honor of Rowan, working at the ministry, still tracking R, working on her final projects for school, being a member of the Sphinx, Hippogriff, and dragon club, her Newts, and also juggling the possibility of there being yet another cursed vault. She was afraid that if she and Barnaby became an “official” couple, that if she had to put anything before him that he would feel rejected or unwanted, which was the last thing she had wanted. What she had looked past was what Barnaby had wanted.

Barnaby wasn't the daft one. It was Iris.

“Oh, Barnaby... I'm so sorry.” She started and he looked at her like a frightened animal. “No, no, I'm not-” She placed a hand over her face, feeling a blush creep up her neck as she fumble for the words. “You're not daft, I am.”

“Huh?”

“I thought by not formally making this,” she gestured between the two of them. “us, a actual labeled relationship, that I was somehow sparing your feelings... When it seems like all I've done is hurt them. That's what I'm apologizing for.”

“So you still fancy me?” He asked, his bright green eyes starring into her soul.

“Barnaby, I adore you. There's never been anyone else that holds such a special part of my heart the way you do. It has only ever been you” Iris assured him. Barnaby stood up from where he was sitting and raised his hands to her neck, cradling her in his hands, and true his his real nature, touched her gently. She almost melted at his caress, sweet and simple as it may have been.

“I don't care if I'm not your top priority all the time. If the cursed Vaults, and R, and school have to come first over time with me I can accept that if I know that you're with me.” He told her. “I just need to know that, we're in our last year, soon most of what takes your time won't be a priority.”

It was true, she had never really thought just how quickly their time at Hogwarts was coming to an end. She almost wanted to laugh, because she had looked over that fact.

“You're right.” She smiled, “I haven't really thought about our time at Hogwarts coming to an end, it's almost like we will be there forever.”

“We won't, we just have a few more months then we can go and do what we want!” Barnaby exuberantly told her, his eyes lighting up at the thought. “You name it, we could go to Dragon Races, or Quidditch games, travel and study Magical Creatures and Plants!” He was smiling for the first time in days talking about the future that they could share together.

“That sounds lovely.” She assured him. He bent down and gave her a kiss. It was different from the ones that they had shared before, and even during the more physical times that they had shared. This one had a finality to it, as though it was a seal upon a letter that they had both signed.

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harrypotter-imaginess · 4 years ago

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A/N: This has been sitting in my notes for a few months so I thought I would post it. Check out my 'Weasley Suprmeacy shirt here!

- You glance down at your watch, this is about the time Charlie said he would meet you at the clocktower

- You look up at the tall, looming tower

- This is the only clocktower at school right?

- There’s not like, another one somewhere

- No, Charlie would have specified if there were another one

- Right?

- You’re on the verge of scrambling to ask someone if this is, in fact, the only clocktower on school grounds

- When you hear a voice call your name

- Charlie jogs over to you, hunching over as he catches his breath

- “Have...you...been...waiting..long?” He manages between heavy pants

- “Not too long, is everything alright?”

- He looks like he’s about to pass out

- “Snape *huff* let us *huff* out late.”

- You haven’t had Snape yet, today was a softball with transfiguration and charms

- “Shall we?” Charlie asks extending his hand towards Hagrid hut, still hunched over

- “Um, why don’t we sit for a bit, I’m in no hurry”

- Charlie flushes red

- “That’s probably for the best”

- The walk down to Hagrid’s hut is just as magical as it looked in the movies

- Enchanted stones that scaled-down a hill, to a small valley where his cottage lie. A robust garden of pumpkins and vegetables, vines all tangled together, and beside it was a very happy dog

- “Hello there!” You squeal as he bounds over to you and Charlie, you offer your hand for a friendly sniff and instead you get a slobbering lick on your hand, and several more on your face when Fang pushes you onto the ground

- You’re laughing, giggling as he licks every inch of skin he see’s

- “Easy boy, it’s nice to meet you too”

- It only ends when you see a large shadow loom over you

- You look up to see a scruffy, rather tall, man, holding that massive dog like he’s nothing but a puppy

- “Now Fang, no ones going to like yer it yer bathes them in drool, sorry about that”

- That’s Hagrid

- You’re meeting Hagrid!!!

- You’re so stunned you barely register Charlie helping you back onto your feet

- “It’s no problem,” you reassure “I mean, who wouldn’t be happy at a welcome like that”

- Hagrid grins

- “I this one Charlie”

- “Well that’s good because this is our new recruit” he grins

- “Well I like them even more now”

- They give you the low down, basically there’s a lot of magical creatures out in Hogwarts, and just not enough hands to take care of them

- “It’s not about food, they find all of that no problem, but they need company otherwise one day they won’t like coming near us at all”

- You nod, alright you get that

- Besides you love playing with animals

- “It’s a slow process building a friendship, so take yer time” Hagrid nods

- “Most of them are pretty good motivated so after feeding them for a few months they start to warm up to you” Charlie adds

- “I’m sure it’ll be no problem given how yer get along with Fang”

- You notice that they seem to reassure each other more than you

- Well that’s kinda weird but whatever

- Charlie introduces you to a rather handsome boy named “Barnaby Lee” who teaches you all the best places to find creature food

- “There’s some in the corridor, and in the storage room by the great hall”

- He’s nice, but he’s a little dumb

- “Have you seen my pen?”

- “Um, you mean the one in your hand?”

- “Oh, yes! That’s the one!”

- You’re kind of surprised he’s in Slytherin

- “They’ve got a few bad apples, Merula is always pushing that boundary, but I think you’d like it.”

- “I don’t know how I feel about having a dorm in a dungeon” the words slip out before you can stop them and Barnaby laughs

- “I thought that too actually, but there are no chains on the wall or anythin’ it’s mostly a lot of fancy vases and the fires always lit with green flames”

- Hm green flames huh

- “I kinda want to see that”

- Barnaby grins

- “You will by the end of the year”

- It’s sort of weird, knowing you can’t get attached to anything because this might not be your home for the next seven years

- If you can survive that long anyway

- Still, you get caught up in it

- Playing pranks with George, Fred, and Lee

- Taking care of magical creatures with Charlie, Hagrid, and Barnaby

- Getting scolded by Professor McGonagall

- “Why did you transform your rat so that it could fly?” She asks, fingers rubbing her temple

- You shrug

- “I thought it would be funny”

- Being scolded by the prefects in your house that you’re going to lose them house points

- “Is this sabotage?” One of them hisses

- “No I’m just stupid” you reply warning slack-jawed expressions from them

- “Sorry about that” you add with a shrug

- You’re so busy trying to keep up with your schoolwork and occasional mischief that you don’t realize times almost up

- Gryffindor sends you off with a party, a rather boisterous one

- “You can forget us now that you’re going to Hufflepuff alright,” Lee says, clinking your glass of butterbeer against him

- “We’ll be awfully offended if we find out your scheming with pretty boy Diggory” George adds with a playful bump to your shoulder

- “Just might have to hex him if he tries to poach our most talented member” Fred adds and you laugh

- “Oh you’re laughing now, but don’t be surprised if you wake up one day and see Diggory sporting pink hair”

- You laugh even harder at that

- Professor sprout leads you to the Hufflepuff common room the next morning

- “The password is butterscotch,” she tells you, watching as the door unlocks and lets you in

- Standing behind is an entire group of children who all cheer when they see you

- Before you know what’s happening they’re carrying you inside on their shoulders

- The door closes only somewhat concealing muffled cheers

- Sprout shakes her head

- “Children will be children I suppose,” she says, smiling as she walks away

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fandomlovingfreak · 4 years ago

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I feel like these are some characters I’d like to write a series for:

- bill weasley

- Sirius black

- Barnaby Lee

What do you guys think? I have 0 ideas currently and need to wrap up some stuff, but once I’m done what do you think out of these three?

#bill weasley #Sirius black #barnaby lee #bill weasley x reader #Sirius black x reader #barnaby Lee x reader #Harry Potter #fanfic #hogwats mystery #fanfiction #reader insert #weasleytwinsanddraco

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temis-de-leon · 2 years ago

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I just really need to know if there's ANY good x reader fanfics about THE Barnaby Lee. My man treats you like a god/dess and everyone ignores that? Sure, Talbot and Penny are hot, but BARNABY???

#hogwarts mystery #barnaby lee #barnaby lee x reader #searching for fics #hogwarts mystery mc

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stanathanxoox · 1 year ago

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Hogwarts Mystery Masterlist Update

Barnaby Lee x reader

Standing Up For You

I Got Trust Issues

Not Yet

#hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery masterlist #update

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juniperwindsong · 5 years ago

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Delicate - Barnaby Lee x YOU

This is a light, smutty one-shot (more mature than explicit) featuring Barnaby Lee taken from my on-going story and edited to use second-person “reader” pronouns and be gender neutral. The slightly more graphic, less fluffy version that goes with Necessary Monsters can be found on A03.

It's your final year as the infamous Hogwarts Curse-breaker, and it's simply not the same. After everything that's happened in its halls, the whole castle feels cold and vaguely threatening. You yourself feel different. Your injuries from the past years still plague you, but it's more than that. You ache to be touched. It's a craving that eats at you. You drop your wand for the hundredth time in Charms, and your body screams. Professor Flitwick says something consoling, and you wince. It’s worse when the teachers are sympathetic. You wishe they would yell. You think the adrenaline rush would help you focus. You leave the class feeling desperate and keyed. This simply will not do.

You turn to Barnaby first. You know it’s a weak and pathetic thing to do, but the need for something physical is overwhelming. He's always had his eye on you. You thinks he’s your best shot. You aren't disappointed.

You meet in the Artefact Room on some vague pretense, ("I want to talk to you about something, B.") but there’s only the briefest exchange before your arms are around his neck and Barnaby is tugging at your waist to pull you against him. You have to stretch onto tiptoes to reach his lips, but once your tongues meet you don't notice the protests from your calf muscles. You part only briefly for you to strip first yourself, then Barnaby, whose fumbling fingers can't manage to undo his own buttons. You trail your fingers down Barnaby's bare chest, impossibly firm, before returning to his lips.

Barnaby sighs sweetly into your mouth. He croons your name too slowly, fingers sliding up your hips. And his eyes. God, his eyes. They say so much, they scream at you with adoration. You bury your face in Barnaby's neck as he lifts you like you weigh nothing and settles you onto him. You can’t stop yourself from crying out.

The fit of Barnaby inside you is exquisite and immense. He rocks into you, oh, so gently; afraid to hit his hips too hard, or use his full length. But you're so sick of being handled delicately.

You grunt in a mixture of pleasure and frustration. You try to buck your hips against Barnaby; force him to speed up, to go deeper, to hit harder. You want to be overwhelmed by sensation. But Barnaby is stronger. He props you back against the wall, leaning forward to kiss you sweetly. His insufferably slow rhythm begins to drive you wild. You surrender to it, letting it build your satisfaction slowly, tantalizingly. You're surprised at how long Barnaby can last. You had pictured him fast and hard, using all his strength to take what he needs from your body as quick as he can get it. But his hands on you are so light. He cradles you against him as if you were one of his small creatures.

You don't know how long you've been there before you feel yourself reach a precipice of pleasure. You just need just a little more to fall over. One hand strokes Barnaby's cheek, the other grabs at his hip as you plead, “B. go faster. Please, please go faster.”

Barnaby groans and turns his face fully into your hand, gracing your palm with a sloppy, heated kiss. Clutching you closer to him, he spins away from the wall and kneels awkwardly to the floor. He pushes you back against the ground and hovers over you, bracing his weight onto his arms as he eases into you completely. You gasp, because that's exactly where you needs him.

Barnaby speeds up, just a fraction, the strain of holding himself back evident on his face. But it’s enough.

The friction of his pelvis rubbing against you, and the new, deeper fullness pushes you over the edge. You stiffen, arching your back and running your hands through your own hair as a litany of moans erupt from your mouth, loud enough to make even Barnaby nervous. He kisses you, harder than he has before, muffling your sounds. You shudder and clench around him. Barnaby's own orgasm rips through him and his hips smack against yours forcefully for the first time. It makes stars light up behind your tightly closed eyes. If he would just do that again you could come for the second time in minutes.

But Barnaby slows, and falls on top of you, carefully, resting his head beside yours. You can feel his heart beating against your chest. You let yourself rest, enjoying being slightly crushed by his gorgeous body, and feeling entirely relaxed for the first time since term began.

As soon as Barnaby can think again, he props himself up and asks, "I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?"

His voice is so full of concern, you can't help but smile.

"No, B.," you sigh, "No one's ever been more careful with me in my life."

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thatonepersonwhocantwrite · 1 year ago

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Talbot and Penny in the library

Talbot: I have this headache that keeps coming and going

Penny: I'm sorry

Y/n stumbles into the library

Talbot: there it goes again

#Hogwarts mystery x reader #x reader #yn #gender neutral reader #hogwarts mystery #barnaby lee #talbolt

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carolinesbookworld · 5 years ago

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Look at this adorableness from the end of the HPHM Valentine's Day side quest😍

#hphm #hphm barnaby #barnaby lee #barnaby lee x reader #barnaby lee x jacob's sibling #barnaby lee x mc #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery #hp

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imaginetings · 5 years ago

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I can’t lose you (Barnaby Lee Imagine)

Y/N - Your Name

L/N - Last Name

Word Count - 1179

Warnings - Spoilers for HPHM (Year 6 Chapter 18) and death, oh and angst. We love angst.

Requested? - Nope :)

Notes - I’m emotional and I feel like this was word vomit but enjoy! Also, the reader is Slytherin. *not my gif*

When those two words left Rakepick’s mouth, I froze. The killing curse. Merula and Ben lay on the forest floor behind me and I was frozen, and everything went so quick and so slow that I didn’t realise I was being pushed down as the green light was coming towards me. Before I knew it, Rakepick was gone and there on the floor was Rowan. Sobs rack my body and I hold Rowan’s body and just somehow in some way Rowan will wake up. That never happened. Merula and Ben tried to make me let go but I couldn’t. My best friend is dead. Rowan died because of me.

After that everything was a blur, Tulip said it was the shock. I don’t remember the assembly about Rowan, I didn’t remember Penny telling me that she has told Rowan all about “R” and I definitely didn’t remember Merula having a go at Barnaby when Snape was announcing the lift of the ban and that we could go to him.

What I do remember was being in the three broomsticks and people exchanging stories about Rowan. Then realising that I couldn’t remember the last time Rowan and I had spent time with each other if it wasn’t in class or doing things to do with the cursed vaults.

Talking with Merula and Ben made me realise that amongst all of this, I’m left feeling a void and angry.

It had been weeks since Rowan’s death and it seems like everyone bar Merula and Ben have already moved on. I became more secluded and hellbent on getting back at Rakepick and R.

I stopped playing quidditch and instead was looking for clues for the final cursed vault. I can feel myself getting closer to it. Then one day, as I am practising in the Forbidden Forest a twig snaps and I turn around, ready to cast a hex.

Out from the shadows came Barnaby. “Hey Y/N,” Barnaby utters hesitantly. I lower my wand and smile meekly at him. It was after the date I had with him that everything had happened, and I guess I had shut him out, but I can’t risk anybody getting hurt again. It was the final straw with Rowan dying.

“What are you doing here Barnaby?” I ask and sit down on a tree stump and he joins me.

“Checking up on you. You’ve pushed yourself away from all of us after what happened to Rowan. Are you okay?” Barnaby explains and I feel tears prick my eyes, but I blink them away.

“I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be? My best friend died because of I and I can’t get the picture of her dead body and Rakepick casting that spell out of my head and everyone else is acting as if nothing ever happened and I still have to deal with this statue curse and to make sure nobody else gets hurt because of me!” I explain frustrated and stand to go and walk away, but Barnaby catches my arm and I’m spun around into his chest stuck inside of his embrace.

“I know it sucks but you don’t have to go through this alone Y/N, you have all of us. After all, us Slytherin’s stick together and we can get anything we want since we’re ambitious after all.” Barnaby tries to comfort me, and I push myself out of the embrace.

“That’s it, Barnaby, I need to be alone. If I’m not someone else will get hurt and I love all of you too much to see any of you go through that. I can’t lose anybody else, especially not you.” I utter out, a sob in my throat fighting its way out. “So please Barnaby, go! I can’t do this to you. Not until this is all over,” I explain and walk away from him leaving him stood there. I don’t know if he cried because I didn’t turn back.

After that encounter, I only occasionally talked to Merula and that was in passing. I avoided everyone to the best of my ability.

Before long, Merula, Ben and I got into the final cursed vault. It was a showdown because R was there as well, but before anything could happen to Merula and Ben I flipendo’d them out of the room and locked the door.

A duel with a dark wizard? It wasn’t the first time.

The odds were most certainly stacked against me. A seventeen-year-old wizard against a dark wizard with many years of experience. So, we duelled.

A back and forth of spells went on for what felt like forever but in reality was only a few minutes and just as the door is blasted open I have an opening and defeat the dark wizard with an Incendio.

It sets the cape of “R” alight and it’s put out by another voice shouting “Aguamenti! Jesus Christ Y/N, why would you lock your friends outside of the vault you could have been killed!” Jacob.

“It’s more than what you were doing, brother. I only went looking in these stupid vaults for you but that led to my best friend dying and I wasn’t going to take a chance with them. Now what I am going to do is take whatever is in here to Dumbledore because you don’t deserve anything from here. Not after all of the pain and chaos, this has caused.” I sternly speak and turn to the column that holds the “treasure of the cursed vaults” before taking it and leaving. The shouting of Jacob is distant to me. This is for Rowan.

Taking the treasure to Dumbledore was an easy task. Having to face everyone else was the tricky task.

After leaving Dumbledore’s office I am ambushed on the lower west floor and taken into the great hall by my ambushers. My first observation is that the great hall is decorated in Slytherin colours much like it is at the end of the year when Slytherin win the house cup.

My second observation is everyone looking at me and by everyone, I mean everyone. That’s when Merula approaches me alongside Penny, both with grins on their faces. Before I know it, I’m no longer on the floor and perched on the shoulder of Hagrid and that’s when people start chanting the wretched nickname of “Curse-breaker!” I feel my face become heated before I am put back down and I am face to face with Barnaby.

“I know you wanted to protect us, but it’s over now. We’re all safe thanks to you Y/N, I think you and I both know Rowan would want you to relax now and you can.” Barnaby states and that’s when my mouth upturns into a smile and tears prick my eyes of joy. That’s when I tackle Barnaby who spins me around and whilst doing so connects our lips.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Barnaby.”

Even after all the neglect and pushing people away for help, in the end, it all turned out okay, and it was all for Rowan.

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